Mirai No
Yakusoku
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Disclaimer All rights and privileges to Rurouni Kenshin belong to
NobuhiroWatsuki, Shuiesha, Sony Music Entertainment, and associated
parties.The characters of this series are used without his permission for
thepurpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is not meant
forsale or profit.
This is my first attempt at the art of fanfiction.
Please be gentle. Comments are greatly appreciated!!! The title means
"Future's Promise" in Japanese. . . . . This is my first attempt at the art
of fanfiction. Please be gentle. Comments are greatly appreciated!!! The
title means "Future's Promise" in Japanese. . . . . All the characters
that I create belong to me.
Names:
Yuukiko= Brave
Child
Kakushin= Core/Heart
Warning: It is not all that happy to
begin with!! ^_^
Yoko-chan
(ardith@oocities.com)
http://www.oocities.org/Tokyo/1149/
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Mirai No Yakusoku: Part
4
Kenshin turned around and quietly started towards the dojo as
soon as he caught sight of Megumi and Sanosuke in each other's arms. Not
that stealth mattered. The pair was totally engrossed with each other.
Sano and Megumi. . . .
He smiled at that. Megumi deserved
to find happiness. Though the pair seemed mismatched, they sparked off each
other like fireworks. The arguing, he had reasoned long ago, was just a
cover, a way for them to deny the attraction. Of course, he never
confronted Sano with that fact. Sano just would have pointed out that
Megumi had been pursuing him since the beginning.
Whatever
Megumi felt for him, Kenshin blithely ignored. He did not want to hurt
her if she was serious, but he half thought that she did it to tease Kaoru.
Kaoru's reactions were, in a word, extreme.
Sano had been watching
him carefully these past weeks. Kenshin really did not blame him. If Sano
and the others were not around, he really did not know what would have
happened. Those first days, it was touch and go. It was hard for him to
take that Kaoru was gone. It was hard for him to accept that he could not
have saved her.
"I love you, too. So much. . . . I love you,
minna. Take care of each other."
Kaoru. . . . .
Kenshin had found happiness with her. And he had appreciated it
when he had it. He only wished he had been more open with her about his
feelings. He hoped she knew just how much he loved her. After losing
Tomoe, he had learned that loosing someone you love hurt more than any
battle wound, but it was still important to feel it. Love made him human,
kept him sane.
For 10 years, he did not let anyone that close to
him again. Not until a slip of a girl confronted him in the streets of
Tokyo. He loved her then, for her courage and spirit. It was a different
kind of love than the one he felt for Tomoe, but it was deep.
It
was Kaoru's words kept him from going over the edge, her final request.
Grief had burned at him, ate at him, but when he looked up and saw Megumi
and Yahiko, tears streaming down their faces, he fought for control. He
had been helpless. Fate seemed to conspire against him each time he found
someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
He shook off
those dark thoughts. If he kept thinking that way, he might spiral even
deeper into depression. Just focus on everyone else. You aren't the only
one suffering.
Then he stepped up to the doors that led into the
interior of the dojo's practice room. He could hear the muffled voices of
Yahiko and Tsubame. Kenshin's eyebrows rose at the words coming from the
normally timid Tsubame's mouth.
"Yahiko! Listen to me. I need
this. Don't be so DAMN STUBBORN!"
"Tsubame. I can't teach you.
I'm not a master! You don't understand! I'm still learning
my-"
"Oh, SHUT UP!"
Kenshin opened the doors just a bit
to peek. Just in case.
Tears were streaming down Tsubame's face.
Her eyes looked fierce as she faced off with Yahiko. Yahiko looked a bit
surprised and anxious. Tsubame was definitely not acting like herself.
She suddenly looked mad enough to actually hit him.
"Yahiko.î Her
voice trembled as she spoke. ěOf all people, you should know how it is to
feel like you are powerless, without any control of your life. Kenshin and
Kaoru helped you, gave you the power to break free from the nightmare you
were living." Yahiko reached over to wipe the tears away from her face.
She held it to her cheek.
"Tsubame-chan . . ."
"Yahiko. I
need this. Kaoru was . . . . I was thinking about her life. This made
me realized that she lived the way she wanted. No one else told her what
to do or how to live. She was happy. Yahiko, I want to be able to
choose, the way that she had been."
Yahiko stared at her. She
wanted to be stronger. She wanted to able to live as she wanted. Yahiko
had no idea that she had felt like that. Yahiko remembered when they had
met in the beginning. Tsubame had been afraid and he fought to save her.
Now she wanted to be able to fight for herself.
"I-I think I
understand." Maybe they both needed this...
"Good. Yahiko. Help
me be stronger. I-"
The door opened with a thud and a redheaded
eavesdropper rolled onto the floor of the dojo.
"Oro-ro-ro~!"
"Kenshin!"
"Ano. . . I was just
walking by to check to see if you were okay. . . ."
"Oh. We're
fine. Um, Tsu-tsubame has decided to start training in Kamiya Kasshin
Ryuu."
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1999
Sagara
Yuukiko wanted to close her eyes and get some sleep. It had been a long
day. She was sick and tired of waking up in the middle of the night
because of those stupid dreams. Sick and tired and a little scared. She
had awaken last night with tears streaming down her face. She didnít know
that anyone could cry in their sleep, but she had been.
Yuukiko
hardly remembered what happened in them. Images flashed in her mind of a
handsome man with flowing red hair and a scar on the left side of his face.
His voice speaking gravely to her. His arms around her. . .
.
This had been going on way too long. I don't care how
unforgettable that guy is; I have to stop having them. Reality, Yuuki, is
a wonderful thing. He does not exist. He does not exist. He does not
exist. And even if he did, heís been dead for, like, a hundred years.
She sighed in frustration. She was not going to dream of him! No
more. No more. No more.
Maybe I should just talk to
someone about them.
But the dreams seemed so private. She did
not want to tell anyone else about them. She did not want to have to
share what she felt. The warmth. The love. Even the sadness. What am
I doing? It's like I donít even know if I want them to stop or not.
Yuukiko sighed again. She was going to go to sleep. If she was
going to dream or not was up to whatever god or angel watched over her.
Deep down, she acknowledged, the dreams were comforting, even if she felt
so emotionally drained afterwards.
As she slipped into sleep, her
last clear thought was, The promise. It is time for it to be
fulfilled. It is time. Then the night took hold.
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