This is some nonsensical rubbish I wrote in the middle of the night. *sigh*
That's the problem with insomnia, you get sudden spurts of inspiration at
midnight and you end up writing stuff on tissue paper for lack of writing
materials. It seemed so much better at 2:00am...
This is rather short, I tired of updating my homepage, so I sent it here.
Comments and critiques alway welcome. Flames should be sent to
Takhisis@theabyss.com where you will find enjoyable company with Raistlin
and co.

Sincere regards,
Jien
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DISCLAIMER: Rurouni Kenshin characters is (c) of Nobuhiro Watsuki,
Shueisha, Sony Entertainment, yadda, yadda, yadda. My head is killing me, I
assume you people konw all the legal rubbish that is supposed to follow
this. The only thing you would do if you sued me would be to get me out of
the hospital which would be a heaven sent gift but DO NOT DO IT or I'll
haunt you for the rest of your life, yadda,yadda, bleah ~_~#
Omigosh, this is as long as the story. AAAiiickk!!

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It was mirk, mirk night, there was no starlight;
  They waded through red blood to the knee,
   For all the blood that's shed on earth
  Runs through the springs of that country.
  T H O M A S  T H E  R H Y M E R

               FEELINGS
            PART 1 : MURDERER

     He had ventured forth into the forest searching for life but in the
blankets of swirling snow he had found only death. His feet dragged wearily
through Kekkai forest, a myriad of memories swarming his head. They flitted
about, reaching to touch him with cold hands like spectres that they were.
Tomoe laughing gently, flinging her arms around him, Tomoe playing with the
children near their hut...
His heart shrank within him as though bound by ice-cold bands of steel.

*It's better this way... so please don't cry... *

     Those were her last words to him, he heard her voice again as though
she was right beside him again. He held her body closer to him, feeling the
remaining warmth in her body ebb away. His sight was failing, fading into
red with exhaustion and blood but he would not let his burden be tainted by
the bloodied snow that dogged his footsteps. Would not leave her body
without a proper burial, would not leave her body for carrion eaters the
way he had always left corpses behind his trail.
     Tears swam in his eyes, eyes that were too old for his youthful face.
They looked as though they sheltered the injuries of a populace. He forced
down a choking sensation that brought tears to his eyes and tried to banish
the sharp pain in his chest. No! It was all wrong. Surely it was'nt
supposed to end this way! "How could it be better," he thought bitterly,"It
isn't okay...Of anything I, a hitokiri, should be the one who dies!  It's
not okay for you to die!"
     Silently a tear trickled from his eye, a little rivulet running across
the bloodied scar that crossed his left cheek.
 
               *Tomoe...*

     Blood trickled from the scar accompanying the traitorous tear and
dripped on to the snow, adding to the bloodied landscape.
Snow fell gently around him covering his trail quickly hiding any signs
that he had ever been present. It seemed to him as though the snow sighed
her name in his ears and as though he could hear her speak again he heard
half formed words in the snow's whispers.

    *I wish I could be snow falling towards you*
 
He smiled mentally but walked onwards and finally broke free from the
forest and its undergrowth. Silently he turned around and watched the snow
swirl and hide the forest behind him. After what seemed like an eternity
standing in freezing snow that he wished would freeze his heart, he turned
around and walked away as the setting sun blotted out the landscape with
blood and ashes. The strange fragrance of plum blossoms and spring flitted
in the air and vanished with the breeze.
Once more the snow whispered, fading silently in the whirlwind of
snowflakes,

         *My beloved...*