Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Vengeance ❯ Truth ( Chapter 14 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Another update! Hope everyone enjoys! There is a consummation scene at the end of the chapter between Kenshin and Tomoe but it is implied. Tthe more detailed but not explicit version will be posted on my mediaminer account under the author name of Kusara. Onto the story!

Word list:

kiseru- smoking pipe

Seishi- Bodhisattva of wisdom, power, and strength.

sugegasa- straw conical hat

Symbols:

XXXXXXXX- return to present day

xxxxxxxx-ending to present day, return to past

Chapter 14-Truth

Late November 1864 House outside of Otsu

Kenshin stepped out of the farmhouse, heading towards the upper field, ignoring the constant pinging of raindrops as they splattered against the material of the umbrella he held. For several days the rain had continued to fall and the hitokiri had grown worried over the state of the daikon crop, knowing the root vegetable was susceptible to rot from excessive moisture. I only hope there is some crop left to harvest and store for winter.

"Kenshin?"

The red head turned at the sound of Tomoe's voice, spying her exiting the house to shuffle towards him and he made his way back to her side, holding the umbrella over her.

The lady was grateful for the shelter from the stinging cold of the rain, though she shivered. "Were you going to check on the crops?"

"Hai," He replied softly, his gaze shifting from her lovely features over to the field a short distance before them. "I'm worried about the state of the daikon. With the way the rain had been falling, it's possible the soil is waterlogged."

Tomoe listened, her brow furrowed. "And if that's the case, what will it do to the radishes?"

Kenshin wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her forward with him as they headed over to the upper field. "It will cause them to rot and be inedible."

The lady blushed at the way the boy touched her but did not pull away. In the month since her conflicted breakdown, Tomoe had come to accept her feelings for the hitokiri and her shyness about physical contact began to fade, comfort taking its place, growing more relaxed at the closeness and she leaned into him, enjoying the warmth his body offered.

Kenshin felt the girl move closer to him and he smiled, happy that she was becoming more comfortable around him. Truth be told, the hitokiri was still rather shy in some respects, unsure what to do with the growing feelings he had for her. He loved Tomoe with all his heart and his mind understood that the girl was warming up to his touches and holds. But his body... his body was also becoming more reactive to any prolonged contact and he was unsure what to do about it. I love Tomoe and I want to express that love but I don't... I don't know how to go about it without frightening her and embarrassing myself. Still, having her walk with him like this was rather pleasant and he kept his hold on her even even as they reached the field.

Tomoe's gaze shifted down to the nearby leaves and a troubled expression took hold of her features. "Oh no... the daikon... what's happened?"

Kenshin focused his eyes downward, feeling the girl slowly pull away from him and he lowered his arm, crouching down with her as they inspected the tops of the daikon. "It's as I feared. Too much rain has fallen. The soil has become waterlogged and the radishes are starting to rot."

The lady reached out to gently touch the wilted and spotty leaves of the closest radish. "We worked so hard to bring life to this field," She whispered, a sadness in her tone that matched the feelings of her heart. "And now everything is dying."

Kenshin looked over to Tomoe, trying to ease the sadness he could sense from her. "We should be able to harvest half of the crop, Tomoe, and I will make sure we have enough food for winter, so do not worry, love."

The lady lifted her head, her eyes focusing on the hitokiri's, seeing the strength and conviction reflected in those dark brown pools and she felt her anxiety easing and her heart fluttering at the term of endearment. "I know we will be okay, together, Kenshin. It's just disheartening to see such effort go to waste because of the rain."

Kenshin smiled, reaching out to gently take her hand in his, helping her to rise with him. "I know, Tomoe. We worked hard to make something grow and though it's a bit of a setback, together we can still harvest some of the crop. So let see what we can save, okay?"

Tomoe felt the the strength of his hand on hers, standing up as he did, returning his gentle smile. "Okay."

Her smile was a delightful surprise and he felt a warmth bloom in his heart. She's even more beautiful when she smiles. Kenshin thought, handing the girl his umbrella, reluctantly loosening his hold of her hand as he backed up. "Let me go get a basket and we can begin."

Tomoe took the handle of the umbrella, nodding as she watched him race off through the rain, heading back to the house they shared, returning to her a moment later, his blue kimono soaked. She studied the redhead as he held up the basket, beaming at her, finding his childish enthusiasm infectious as he spoke in a lighthearted tone,

"Ready to save some daikon?"

"Hai, let's see what we can save, Kenshin." Tomoe replied softly, favoring him with a tender smile.

Kenshin's heart skipped at the way she studied him. It was the first time he'd ever witnessed such a loving expression from the girl and he felt joy fill him, his handsome features softening though the grin on his face remained as he turned, the pair walking down each row, inspecting the plants, pulling what radishes they could salvage. They moved down to the lower field, repeating the process until there were no more viable plants then headed inside to escape the rain.

Together they cleaned the daikon then prepared them for storage.

"We work good together, don't we, Tomoe?" Kenshin said softly, looking over at his wife.

"Hai, we do, Kenshin." Tomoe replied, rubbing her arms at the chilly air that hovered inside the farmhouse.

Kenshin saw her shiver and he frowned, rising. "I'll get some wood and start a fire."

Tomoe lifted her head, watching as the hitokiri left then returned with some kindling before leaving and returning with some wood.

Kenshin piled the wood in a pattern he'd used hundreds of times before, lighting the kindling, the flame igniting the wood and warmth began to flood the room, his own body shivering as the water soaked kimono clung to his skin. He ignored his discomfort, wanting to tend to Tomoe first as he beamed over at her. "Is this better, Tomoe?"

She saw his shivering and worried over him. "Kenshin, you need to get out of those wet clothes or you'll become ill."

He tilted his head, affected by the concern he could hear in her voice, though he put on a brave face. "I should be fine, love. I've gone through worse things than wet clothes."

"I'm sure you have, Kenshin, but I want you to be well... so please, for me... get out of those wet clothes."

Her insistence was endearing and softened his heart towards her even more and he rose. "Very well... I'll be right back, Tomoe."

Several minutes and a dry kimono later, Kenshin returned to Tomoe's side, blanket in hand and he sat down at the edge of the fire, wrapping the white fabric around his right, holding open the left side, silently inviting her to join him.

Tomoe hesitated for a moment before shifting to sit beside him, leaning into his side as he wrapped the blanket then his arm around her. The heat of the fire and the warmth of her husband's body was very pleasing and she relaxed, content in the moment.

Kenshin was happy when his wife accepted his invitation to join him, her supple form against his own was comforting and he found himself speaking in soft tones. "Tomoe... I am happy you are here with me."

The lady kept her head on his shoulder, eyes studying the flickering red flames before her. "I am happy to be here with you, Kenshin... I wish we could stay like this for always but I know that is impossible."

There was something in her tone that troubled him. "Why should it be impossible, love? I know the war is still going on... but I haven't heard from I'izuka in a month... maybe the war will pass us by and we can live in peace."

I wish that were true. Tomoe replied silently, heart heavy at the reality of their situation. He was an assassin for the Ishin Shishi and they would eventually have need of him again. And my mission... my mission... will end in failure... I cannot kill him now... I love him too much to harm him... even though... Even though I still love Akira... he is my past... my first love... Kenshin is my future... and my second love... I lost one... I will not lose the other. Not to the war... and not to vengeance... "I would like that to be true, Kenshin, but I know eventually we will have to leave this place."

The redhead sighed but nodded. "Hai, I know it's foolish of me to wish such things... I will have to return to the cause... but living here with you like this I've come to understand what it is I've been fighting for.. what it is I want to protect."

"And what is it you want to protect, Kenshin?" Tomoe asked softly, curious as to his answer.

"You, Tomoe. I want to protect you... and our peace... I want to live in peace... without threats of death and war. To do that... we must win... and we will win." He answered in a determined voice, features softening as he turned to study her. "When this war is over, Tomoe, we will have true peace and live the way we want... we will have happiness... and a family of our own..."

The mention of family made her blush and her mind shift to the one she left behind. "Family... or our own..."

"Hai... though.. I'm not sure... if that is what you want... Tomoe..."

The lady lowered her gaze. "I would like to have a family, Kenshin... one that is different from the one... I grew up in."

He studied her with curious eyes, voice soft. "Tomoe... did something happen to your family?"

The girl kept her gaze lowered. "I didn't want to speak of it... because it was... painful... and you never asked about my family or my past."

"Because I felt you would tell me in your own time," Kenshin replied gently. "You do not have to share anything with me unless you wish to. Just know that when you you are ready to talk, then I will be ready to listen, Tomoe."

She bit her lip, unsure if she was ready to share anything so personal with him.

Kenshin sensed her hesitation and tilted his head to rest against hers. "It's alright, Tomoe. You don't have to say anything. I love you as you are... not who you were or where you came from."

He was so kind and understanding that it made her heart ache to tell him the truth. But I cannot... not yet... I've only just begun to embrace the feelings in my heart for him and I fear he will hate me if I told him who I was and why I followed him into the rain that night. Still, she felt the need to share something of her past, even if it was fairly simple. "Edo..." She murmured, slowly wrapping an arm around his back as he held her close, drawn to the warmth and comfort of his solid form. "I come from Edo."

The hitokiri smiled at the little tidbit of information. "I've never been to Edo... but I would like to visit sometime. After the war, we should plan a trip there, unless... you don't wish to return to your home."

"I would not mind returning there..." Tomoe admitted, closing her eyes in contentment as they held each other before the relaxing heat of crackling fire. "For now... I am happy to remain in this little farmhouse with you, Kenshin."

Kenshin stroked the girl's arm in a gentle manner, his own eyes closing, comforted by her presence and her words. "I am happy to remain here with you, too, Tomoe." Forever if at all possible. He added silently.

So the two of them remained until night came and they headed for bed.

Late December, 1864 outside of Otsu

"So Takasugi-san managed to get out of jail and reform the Kihetai?"

I'izuka took a long drag from his kiseru, puffing out smoke as he lowered the pipe, nodding as Kenshin repeated the information the mustached man had just presented to him. "Hai, and with the purges and threats from the Shogunate, Choushuu has become a chaotic mess. The Ishin Shishi are scared, divided, and leaderless. It will take a miracle to win this war right now."

The news was unsettling to Kenshin, though he tried to hide his concern, keeping his voice even as he asked, "What of Katsura-san?"

The older man shook his head. "Still no sign of him. What he's up to and where he's hiding is a mystery even to me," I'izuka answered as he turned the pipe over, tapping out some of the ash, grinding it under his zori. "If he doesn't show up soon, our cause will be lost completely."

Kenshin shook his head, straightening his spine as he countered, "Katsura-san will return to lead the Ishin Shishi... and Takasugi-san will win back Choushuu. I know they will prevail."

I'izuka took another drag from the kiseru, a puff of smoke floating in the air as he exhaled and sighed. "Choushuu's troubles are only part of the problem, I'm afraid."

Kenshin snapped his head over to his compatriot. "What do you mean?"

"Kyoto is completely under the Shinsengumi's control. Patriots are being hunted down, falling like helpless prey before the wolves in the light blue coats. Besides those bastards... the Mimawarigumi and other Bakufu groups are doing their best to compete in the shedding of Ishin blood. It's a nightmare back in the capital but they won't extend their hunt until the city is returned to order, so you and Tomoe should be safe for a while yet."

Tomoe... Kenshin thought, heart lightening at the mention of his beloved. His wife had been asleep when I'izuka had arrived and the hitokiri had crept out, not wanting to disturb her rest, choosing to conduct their monthly meeting outside. That they would remain together in the little farmhouse they now called home brought a smile to his face.

I'izuka shifted his gaze over to Kenshin, surprised to see the expression on the boy's face. "Why are you smiling? Doesn't the thought of what's happening in the city and Choushuu bother you?"

"It does..." Kenshin admitted. "But I am content to spend time here with Tomoe as long as I possibly can."

"You don't miss battle?" I'izuka asked as he rose from the fallen log near the edge of the path that led up to the farmhouse.

"I love kenjutsu, but I don't love killing. I never did," The redhead replied, rising with his compatriot. "There are plenty of things to do around here to keep me from boredom and I love spending time with my wife. This is what I wish for most of all. And it's all thanks to you."

I'izuka's eyebrows shot up. "Me?"

Kenshin turned to the older man and nodded, giving him a grateful smile. "Hai. Without the cover you provided and your information, Tomoe and I would have had difficulty making a life out here."

I'izuka shrugged his shoulders. "Just doing my job," He murmured as he looked to his right, pivoting away to move towards the path that led away from the farmhouse. "Anyway... I need to get going... have fun doing your boring country stuff..." He made a casual wave over his shoulder, his lanky form strolling down the dirt trail, leaving the hitokiri to himself.

Kenshin watched his compatriot travel further and further away, turning when he was out of sight, shuffling back up to the farmhouse. Reaching out, the redhead quietly slide the door open, halting at the sight of Tomoe standing in the entryway. "Ah, you're awake," He said in a cheerful voice. "Let me gather some wood and I'll get a fire going, okay?" He turned away to head back outside, stopping as the girl called out softly,

"I'izuka was here, wasn't he?"

"Hai, he was," Kenshin answered. "But he's gone now so you don't have to worry."

"Good," Tomoe whispered, trying to keep the revulsion out of her voice but the hitokiri caught the tone and he turned around to face her.

"You don't like him, do you?"

"I do not," She admitted, looking beyond her husband to the open door. "He seems... shifty to me... and I feel nervous when he's around."

Kenshin moved closer to her. "Did I'izuka try something with you, Tomoe?"

There was a danger in his voice, a protective edge that made her heart flutter and she shook her head. "No... it's not that... I just... don't like him around here... I fear..."

"You fear what, love?"

Tomoe looked away, guilt creeping into her mind, though she no longer wanted to follow through with her plan. "It's nothing," Turning she headed towards the small cupboard. "I'll prepare some tea and breakfast once the fire is made."

Worry marred the boy's face as she brushed off his question, trying to understand why Tomoe disliked the mustached man. But I won't push her about it. When she's ready to talk, I will be ready to listen. Kenshin exited the house,leaving the girl to her work as he walked over to the stacked cords of wood, grabbing several pieces before heading back inside, wondering just what I'izuka had done to earn his wife's disdain.

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"I was at a loss as to why Tomoe disliked I'izuka," Kenshin commented, pausing his story as he took a sip of tea then lowered the cup. "But I was loathe to bring up anything that would upset or worry her."

"So she never talked about anything with you? Like her family or where she came from?" Kaoru asked, her hand still holding his as she remained seated beside him.

"For the longest time, she remained silent about anything of a personal nature with me," The rurouni replied, turning his attention over to his betrothed. "I never asked her about her past. I always figured she would tell me when she was ready."

"But she did eventually, right?" Yahiko asked, studying the redhead with curious eyes. "I mean you had to have learned about Enishi from her at some point."

Kenshin turned his head in the boy's direction, impressed with his reasoning. "Hai, I learned of him... but in a way that was a bit... unusual..."

"Unusual? How's that?" Sano murmured, flinching when Megumi bumped him with her arm. "Hey, fox, what was that for?"

"Just shut up and let Ken-san talk, will you?" She berated him in a quiet tone.

The street fighter glared down at the doctor. Sheesh, what a grouch. Everybody else gets to ask questions. Why am I being singled out? He grumbled silently, crossing his arms as he tossed an expectant look at his best friend.

Kenshin shifted his gaze between Sano and Megumi, inwardly chuckling at the playful hostility the pair displayed to one another. Those two certainly are destined to either kill or kiss each other. He thought before clearing his throat. "Unusual because Enishi showed up at our farmhouse the day after I'izuka left."

"And that's unusual how?" Yahiko asked in a confused tone to match the puzzled expression on his youthful features.

"Because no one was supposed to know where we were," Kenshin answered, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled the memory. "Tomoe never wrote any letters during her stay with me in Kyoto and in Otsu, so how did Enishi know the exact location of his sister?"

"The spy," Kaoru commented, drawing everyone's attention to her. "The spy must have found out where you were hiding."

"Hai... the spy knew our location... and Enishi was working with him..."

"But... why?" Kaoru asked. "And how? What would Enishi be doing so far away from Edo?"

"By the time I understood everything... it was already too late... to protect Tomoe... and myself... from the danger closing in around us." And you knew that all too well, didn't you, Enishi? Kenshin added silently, eyes closed as he relieved the calm before the storm that would obliterate all he loved and cared for.

Yokohama

Enishi was as still as stone in the lounge chair of his rented house. Flickering candlelight reflected off his glasses but his eyes remained closed, his mind drawn into the past and the lingering memories of his sister when she was alive. Nee-san... the day the spy came and gave us the location of your hideaway, I was thrilled. I knew the time had come at last to let loose our Tenchuu on the Battosai for the murder of your betrothed. I ran to that hovel you shared with Akira's killer as soon as was allowed. I wanted to take you from that place and lead you home... to let Battosai be butchered the way Akira was butchered but you had different plans, didn't you, nee-san? His body slumped, chest growing heavy as his mind traveled back, back to that hidden shack, back to the last meeting with the spy, and his first assignment for the Yaminobu.

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Outskirts of Kyoto Late December 1864

Enishi stood outside the small and abandoned shrine for Seishi on the outskirts of Kyoto. His small body shivered as a icy breeze swirled around him but he would not move from his spot, compelled to study the clusters of white that dominated the darkened sky. This was a nightly ritual, a tribute to his sister whom he loved and longed to see once more. Nine months since he'd last spoken to her. Nine months since he fled home to find her. Nine months to plan his revenge on the one who had killed Akira and ruined Tomoe's happiness. Just a bit longer, nee-san, and we'll be together again. He vowed silently, snapping his head down and to the left at the sound of Tatsumi's voice,

"Hey, kid. The spy's going to be here any moment so get in here and take your usual spot, will ya?"

He felt a rush of anticipation at the news, hoping that this meeting would be more productive then the last one. Pivoting, the boy ran past the leader of the Yaminobu and into the shrine, weaving past the other members of the ninja group as he made his way behind the statue of Seishi, sticking to the shadows as he waited for the spy to arrive.

Several minutes past before the wooden door was quickly slid open then shut and Enishi snuck a peak around the right arm of the statue, the scraping sounds of zori along the warped wooden floor growing silent as the visitor came to a stop before the seated Tatsumi.

"Seems everyone is here," The spy called out cheerfully. "As I suspected you would be."

"So we are," Tatsumi growled in greeting, motioning the visitor to sit before him. "Now then, what news do you bring about Battosai?"

Enishi watched the lanky man as he sat down and removed his sugegasa, revealing the features of the spy, I'izuka.

"The Battosai is not who he once was," The mustached man began, running a hand through his hair. "Since his time in Otsu, he's become a shell of a hitokiri. The fire of battle that burned is his eyes had been snuffed out. He is weak and vulnerable. If you strike now, you should be able to handle him with no problem."

"Hmm..." Tatsumi sounded. "This is good news indeed..."

A sudden shuffling sound was heard outside and the group snapped their head in unison. The ninja to the left of Tatsumi raised his left arm, a thin arrow springing from the metal wrist band, slamming through the door, a gasp then a scream suddenly filling the air before all grew silent once more.

The black clad ninja shot forward, yanking the door open, glaring down at the dead body sprawled out on the ground below.

"You should really practice on your guarding techniques, Nakajo." A surprisingly soft voice whispered in the dark from above.

The ninja glared up at the rooftop, sensing the presence of his compatriot. "Not all of us are capable of such stealth, Mumyoui." He shot back, turning around at the sound of his leaders voice,

"So who is it?"

I'izuka rose, walking over, crouching down as he inspected the dead man's bloodied face. "It's Katagai, Katsura's advisor and bodyguard," Straightening his frame, the lanky man turned to face Tatsumi, features grim. "He's too important to the Ishin Shishi to go unnoticed. You should target the Battosai quickly."

"Agreed," Tatsumi murmured, peering over his right shoulder, calling out, "Hey kid, now it's time for the final stage of the plan. Are you ready to do what must be done, Enishi?"

The boy crept out of the shadows, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Excitement coursed through his veins and he nodded, listening intently as I'izuka gave him directions, focusing his determined gaze over to Tatsumi who spoke,

"Alright, kid. You know where the Battosai is and what to do. In the morning you will head out to Otsu and prepare your sister for the final stage of our plan. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you."

Enishi crossed his arms. "Why can't I go now?" He whined.

Tatsumi reached up to rub his temples, trying to calm the sudden pounding in his head. This kid has been nothing but a headache since I took him in. "Because I said so... just follow through with the plan and everything will turn out alright."

Enishi frowned. "Okay... but what all do you want me to tell her?"

The leader of the Yaminobu lowered his arm to the side, voice and features measured as he answered. "Tell her the truth, Enishi. That it's time for Battosai to die. Tell her we need to know of any other weaknesses the hitokiri may possess. Bring her to the safety of our hideout so that we can deliver Tenchuu on our enemy. She will know what to do."

"Alright. I will do it."

"That's great, kid. I know you'll follow through with your mission," Tatsumi replied then added, addressing the remaining members of the group, "Now let's all head back to our headquarters."

I'izuka cleared his throat, drawing the leader of the Yaminobu's attention.

"What is it?"

"The gold... when do I get it?"

Tatsumi turned away from the lanky male, lifting one of the planks near the statue. Reaching in, he drew out a black bag. Pivoting around, the bulky ninja tossed it at I'izuka, growling, "There... your part of this is done... now run along... my group has work to do."

The mustached man clutched the gold tightly to his chest, a gleam in his eye as he smirked. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Tatsumi glared at the spy as he turned then raced outside, taking off for Kami knew where. the tenseness in the leader's body eased and he sighed. Greedy little rat. I'm glad to be rid of him. "Alright, everyone, let's go." He commanded, leading the group out and off towards their true hideout to make preparations for the Battosai's final demise.

The next day, late afternoon, just outside of Otsu

Enishi's sprinted along the dirt path like a child possessed, eagerness giving speed to his legs, aided by his desire to see his sister and end this game once and for all. Don't fear, nee-san, I am almost there! The trees grew thinner, giving way to farmland and he spied a small house in the distance. That's it! That must be the place! He slowed, ignoring the shaking muscles in his legs as he approached cautiously. His heart hammered in his chest, eyes darting about as he cautiously strolled forward. A cold breeze swept by, licking at the sweat trickling down his face and he reached up to wipe way the moisture. He crept up to the door, freezing as it opened, revealing the compact form of a redheaded male.

"Hello," The man called out in a friendly tone. "Can I help you?"

Enishi focused on the scar marring the man's left cheek and shock shifted instantly to anger. Battosai. He growled inwardly.

Another figure stepped out and the boy's features brightened, joy filling him as he cried out, "Nee-san!"

Tomoe snapped her head up, eyes widening at the sound of her brother's voice. "Enishi? What are you doing here?" She blinked as the boy raced up to her, stumbling back a bit from the force of his hug as he clung to her waist.

"I've come to visit you, nee-san. I've missed you so much!"

Kenshin watched the reunited siblings, voice and features curious. "I take it the boy is your brother?"

Tomoe nodded, wrapping her arms around the kid's back, smiling softly. "Hai, this is Enishi, my brother."

Kenshin studied the boy's features, seeing the adoration on his face for Tomoe and he smiled, crouching down. "I can see the resemblance. It is nice to meet you, Enishi. My name is Kenshin."

I know who you are! Enishi's mind spat though he merely glared over at the red head.

The hitokiri sensed the hostility in the boy but said nothing, still keeping a smile on his face. "Well... you two must have a lot of catching up to do. I'll be outside if you need anything." He watched as his wife guided the boy inside the house then gently closed the door. Sighing, he trudged over to the fallen log some distance ahead, dropping down as his mind tried to process this new situation. She never told me about her family. That she has a brother isn't surprising... what is surprising is how he knew where we were. The only people who know are Katsura, I'izuka, and Tomoe. But she couldn't of told him where we were. She's never written any correspondence to anyone. His gaze shifted to fall on the farmhouse, features troubled. So how did he know the location of Tomoe?

Inside the farmhouse

Tomoe stood in front of her brother, features softening as she crouched down and rested her forehead against his. "It's been a long time, Enishi. I am happy to see you but this is very surprising," She stood up, stroking his cheek before turning around. "You must be hungry. I have dinner nearly prepared. Let me get you a bowl of stew," She turned, sitting down seiza style near the fire pit, stirring the stew in the pot with a wooden spoon. "Did father father bring you to Kyoto?"

"No... I haven't seen him since you ran away, nee-san."

Wrinkles formed on the lady's brow and she turned to study her brother. "How did you get here, Enishi?"

The boy puffed out his chest. "I came to Kyoto all by myself right after you did."

Confusion marred the lady's features. "But... who's been taking care of you all this time? How did you know where to find me?"

"I have connections, nee-san," Enishi answered, grinning madly as he added, "The time for Tenchuu has come."

Tomoe gasped, the wooden spoon in her hand falling from her frozen hand, bouncing then spinning around as it crashed onto the floor. She clutched her chest, the color draining from her face, the words of Tatsumi ringing in her ears as she recalled the distant memory. We will send someone you know when the time comes to deliver Tenchuu. "Enishi... you... you can't be... the contact..." She stammered, studying him with horrified eyes.

"But I am," The boy replied, blind to her distress, wrapped up in his delirium of joy as he held out his hand for her to take. "Let's go, nee-san, you don't have to pretend to be Battosai's wife anymore!"

Tomoe closed her eyes, trying to calm the pounding of her heart.My brother... they used my brother to get to me... used him to inform me of Kenshin's demise. But I no longer wish to be part of this mission. I refuse to be part of it. "Enishi... go home... I do not want you to get involved with this..."

Enishi's smile fell, arm dropping back to his side as he murmured. "What?"

"You are the eldest son of the Yukishiro family. I will not allow you to soil your hands any further with this folly."

A look of hurt crossed the boy's features as he stared down at his sister. "Folly? Why is it folly?! I came all this way to help you..."

Tomoe lowered her gaze, voice softening. "I know that... but still... you need to go back to Edo, Enishi... you do not belong here... you do not belong with those men... Go home... Where it's safe."

The boy shook his head, gawking at her in disbelief. "What's wrong with you, nee-san? Why won't you come with me? Why are you protecting that... that murderer?!" Tears of frustration welled in his eyes, anger festering deep in his heart and he clenched his fists, shaking in fury. "He stole your happiness! He butchered Akira! He's your enemy and he should pay for what he's done to you and our family!"

Tomoe's heart was breaking. She wanted to explain but knew the possibility of the boy returning to the Yaminobu was strong. And if he tells them the truth, they'll kill Enishi, Kenshin, and me. She turned away from him, hiding her own tears as she repeated in a flat voice. "Go home, Enishi..."

Enishi's shoulders dropped at the finality of her words, knowing she would not listen and he reached up to rub his eyes, wiping away the tears. He turned slowly, shuffling towards the door, sliding it open then closed, his head bowed low as he started down the dirt path, coming to a stop at the sound of Kenshin's voice.

"Where are you off to? Dinner's nearly ready and I'm sure your sister..." His voice died out as the boy snapped his head up, gritting his teeth, hatred radiating from every pore as the boy snarled,

"If only you hadn't been there!"

Kenshin flinched at the intensity of the boy's stare and his words, standing still as the boy rushed past him then tore off down the path. The boy doesn't like me... understandable I guess... but why wouldn't he stay to visit longer with Tomoe? He wondered, his focus shifting back towards the farmhouse.

On the dirt path

Enishi raced onward, anger fueling his flight from the house. I can't believe she would stay with that monster after all he's done! The boy clenched his jaw, determination building within his mind as he reasoned out his next move. I don't care what she says. I will make sure Battosai dies... I won't let him take you from me, nee-san! I won't allow it! I will tell the Yaminobu what happened... and they will make him pay for what he did to you and our family!

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"But I failed you, nee-san..." Enishi murmurmed, his eyes now open as the pain began to radiate in his body, the memory of his actions haunting him. "That day at the farm I should have stayed... I should have protected you... from Battosai... but I was a stupid and foolish boy... running away when you needed me most..." His features changed, growing darker as he snarled in the darkness. "What was it about him, nee-san? What did he say or do to make you stay with him? What spell did he have you under that you would push me away?"

Kamiya Dojo

"So Enishi was a hateful brat even as a kid, huh?" Sano asked, leaning against the side of the engawa. "Sounds about right."

"He was... very hostile... and angry..." Kenshin admitted. "His reaction to me was very surprising and I confess I was... troubled at how easily he found us. Though at the time I had no idea what his true purpose and intention towards me was... I only knew that he was Tomoe's brother... and was upset over something she told him but that night when we talked... She told me about her family and revealed the truth of her heart and..." He paused, clearing his throat, heat flaring on his cheeks as he added, " Expressed her feelings towards me..."

Kaoru caught the blush, her own face turning heated at what was left unsaid. Oh.. of course they would... do that... husbands and wives... make love... that's only natural... She felt a bit... awkward at this knowledge though she said nothing as her betrothed continued once more.

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The farmhouse

Kenshin slid off his zori before entering his home, shutting the door behind him. He found Tomoe seated over at the low table, writing frantically in her diary and he called out softly, "Your brother seemed really upset. Did something..." He started then stopped, eyebrows shooting up when the girl jumped and slammed her diary shut. There was a fearful look in her eye that worried Kenshin and his voice grew soft. "Tomoe... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to startle you."

The lady clutched her diary to her chest, trying to calm the rapid beat of her heart. She knew he would have questions for her. And I'm tired of holding back everything. "It... It's okay... I just... I have a hard time expressing myself verbally... writing my thoughts down... helps me to think clearly..."

"You don't have to explain, Tomoe..." Kenshin replied. "I know it's hard for you..."

Tomoe looked at her diary then the table, slowly lowering it to rest on the wood before she rose to sit down by the fire pit. "But now... now I think I am finally ready... to talk to you, Kenshin..."

The hitokiri tilted his head, seeing a glimmer of emotion in her dark brown eyes. "Whatever you wish to say, I am ready to listen, Tomoe."

Wind crashed against the shoji door suddenly, the slight draft cold and relentless and the redhead frowned, turning to study the shaky wood. He crept forward, inching the door open, tilting his head back as fluffs of white dance in the air, slowly floating down, coming to land on the hard ground. "It's snowing. And at this rate, it'll blanket the ground before nightfall," He shut the door, turning to face her. "I'll have to keep the fire going longer tonight," Concern marred her features as he saw her shiver and Kenshin walked over to their resting quarters, sweeping up the nearby blanket, unfolding it as he came back to her. "Here you go, Tomoe." He said tenderly, draping the white fabric around the girl's shoulders.

Tomoe was grateful for the warmth and his attention. I know he loves me... I know he cares about me... He's shared much of his past without asking for anything in return.. But now it's my turn... to tell him about how I feel... and about who I am... She wrapped the blanket around her petite frame, voice soft and pleasant as she began. "As you know, I come from Edo. But what you do not know is that I am the eldest child of a Bakufu official. My father... wasn't a skilled swordsman and his position for the Shogunate was a minor one... but he was always kind and loving, providing the family with whatever we needed. My mother... was strong of spirit but weak of body and she died giving birth to Enishi. Her death devastated my father and he grew distant, dedicating all his time and energy to his work,"

Tomoe lowered her gaze, the memories of her childhood painful. "He was rarely home, leaving the servants and myself to care for my brother. I had to grow up quickly and it was difficult at times to deal with all the stress and pressure of running a household. But I grew to love my brother as if he were my own child. Enishi is a good boy, though protective and possessive of my time and it broke my heart to leave him behind when I came to Kyoto."

Kenshin moved to sit down beside Tomoe, listening intently as his wife spoke more of her past.

"I was searching for someone in the city... a young swordsman hired by the Mimawarigumi to help protect high ranking officials in the Shogunate... That man... was my betrothed..."

Kenshin gaped in stunned silence, his mind reeling, memories drawing him back... back to the bloodied streets of Kyoto. No... it can't... it can't be... is she... is she the one he called out for? The one he was going to marry? He reached up, idly caressing the scar along his cheek, the screams of the dead man echoing in his ears, even as he listened to the girl continue.

"He'd run off, you see..." Tomoe explained. "Run off to Kyoto... determined to make a name for himself to impress me," Her voice grew pained and she clutched the fabric of her kimono. "He didn't know... how much I loved him... No matter how many times I tried tell him, the words wouldn't come out," She paused, struggling to tell him the truth. "I was so afraid for him that I ran away from home. I resolved myself at last to tell him of my feelings and bring him home with me. But he... he was killed before I could tell him. His death cast a shadow over my heart and I lost my way, entering into a plot to take your life... asleep in the world of waking... until that night in the rain... when I met you..."

She lifted her head, finding his shoulders slumped and his eyes downcast and she reached out to gently cup his cheek, urging him to look up at her. "The happiness I should have had died with him... and I tried to hate you... but now... living here with you in this house... I have found a new kind of happiness... One that I want to share with you..."

Kenshin felt the warmth of her hand on his cheek and he lifted his gaze, finding love and forgiveness in her eyes and he felt his body begin to shake. "Tomoe..."

She could see the pain in his eyes... hear the grief in his voice and it made her heart hurt for him. "I know your past was hard... I know that as a hitokiri you had to do many things you did not want to do... I know that each time you killed, another part of you died inside... Everything tasted like blood to you... pushing you to the edge of madness..." She moved closer, wrapping part of the blanket around his shoulders, wanting to share the warmth of her body with his. "I became your sheath... saving you... but, Kenshin... you saved me too... You saved me from a life of loneliness and bitterness..." She stroked his cheek gently, wanting to ease his pain. "You may blame yourself for what happened... but I blame myself for my failure to tell my betrothed the truth. If I had told him... he would have stayed... so you see... I can never really hate you... never you."

He leaned into her touch instinctively, resting his hand over hers, finding his voice as he croaked out, "Tomoe... before I met you... I was lost... lost in a sea of blood with no hope for escape. I was... a foolish child... I thought I could change an era of oppression alone... with only my skill as a swordsman to guide my way. But the more I killed... the more I grew to hate myself... I became distant and cold... but no matter how I tried to run from my actions... the lives of the men I took haunted me... All I could smell was blood.. all I could hear were screams... and all I could know was death..." He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly to him. "But when I met you... when you questioned my place in this world... and what I desired most, the haze of self loathing and dismay evaporated. The screams in my mind died... the scent of blood faded... your white plum taking its place... and I became happy... I began to understand what happiness meant... and if I... a killer of men... could feel such happiness... then there had to be many others who could feel happiness as well... I want to protect the happiness of the people I care about... and the people of this country... one by one if I have to."

Tomoe leaned into her husband, hugging him in return. "Kenshin... I know you can do that... but the war... you will still have to fight..."

"Hai... that I will..." The redhead whispered. "I will have to fight... and kill... and walk over many corpses to reach my goal... but when this new age is born... I will sheathe my sword... and protect people without killing. That happiness I stole from you... I will protect it this time... no matter what may come..."

Tomoe pulled back to study her husband, heart fluttering at the sincerity she could hear in his voice and the chains around the walls of emotion that held her back from expressing her feelings snapped. I lost Akira because I could not bring myself to tell him how much I loved him. I will not make the same mistake this time. Though I cannot tell you with words... I can... show you... my love... for you... Kenshin... Tomoe caressed his face, resting her forehead against his. "Kenshin..." She whispered, surprising them both as she leaned in, her lips seeking his in a shy kiss.

The hitokiri's eyes widened at this new and rather pleasant sensation and he returned it, his body reacting to the feel of her shifting to press against him. "Tomoe..." He whispered reverently, reaching up to touch her face, caressing her skin with his fingertips, his eyes meeting hers, drawn to the love and the desire he could see reflected within her darkened orbs He felt the girl's hand trace along the bare skin of his partly open kimono, gently urging the fabric towards his shoulder and he blushed but didn't shy away as his kimono rolled down his back, settling at his waist, his bare chest now visible. Does she... does she really want.. what I think she does?

The sight of his lean but toned torso awoke a fire within Tomoe and she slid her hand down, wanting to touch his skin, feeling a sense of pride when she heard the low moan that escaped her husband's lips.

Her touch was gentle but electric and he could not help but make pleased sounds as she caressed his skin. He knew little what to do so he followed her lead, caressing her neck, surprised when the girl pulled back and took his hands. “Tomoe?”

The lady stilled his hands. I am nervous... but I.. I want this... and him.. I want to share my body with him... to show him how much I love and need him. Biting her lip, Tomoe slowly lowered his hands, resting them on her obi, leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss to reassure him of her desire.

He groaned against her lips, returning her ardent expression, working the knot out of his wife's obi. The hitokiri gently lay the sash aside then reached up, helping Tomoe out of her kimono, the heat in his veins shooting downward, his arousal growing at the sight of her naked form. “You're.. beautiful...” He whispered in awe.

The lower timbre in his voice undid her and she shimmied out of her kimono, watching as her husband removed his own. Their hands began to explore each other, their breathing growing more labored, kisses becoming more heated... demanding... shyness soon forgotten, passion taking it's place, the remnants of their undergarments tossed aside and the hitokiri bore his wife to the ground, striking home after a few clumsy attempts, heart breaking at her cry of pain and he froze, staring down at her in concern. “Tomoe? Do... Do you want me to..”

“No...” She whimpered, cutting him off. “Stay... don't go... Please.. don't go...”

He leaned down, kissing her softly, caressing her sides tenderly, wanting to soothe the pain he'd caused her, remaining still.

Tomoe reveled in the touches, growing used to him, rolling her hips to signal her desire for him to continue.

Kenshin began to move, marveling at the beauty beneath him. She called to his need, moving with him and he soon he found a rhythm, driving them both closer to something warm... something glorious. They clung to each other, lost in the sensations until it was too much and they cried out, shuddering from the intensity of their release and he collapsed onto her, the pulse of his heart roaring in his head, breathing labored as he groaned out, “Tomoe...”

She held him as he fell onto her, skin slick with sweat from the heat of his body against hers, finding it oddly comfortable and she stroked his back, whispering, “Kenshin...”

He remained still for several moments, enjoying the intimate closeness before shifting, rolling off, wrapping an arm around her as he lay on his back. “That was wonderful.. you were wonderful, love,” His brow furrowed suddenly, recalling her cry of pain from earlier. “I didn't hurt you too badly, did I, Tomoe?”

Tomoe snuggled into his side,crooking her arm over his chest feeling a bit sore but also... sated. “No, Kenshin... I wanted this... I wanted you. You are my husband and I am your wife. What we did is natural.. especially when you love... someone...”

Her words made his heart act up and he caressed her skin gently, turning to kiss her crown. “I love you, Tomoe.. I do.. I want to be like this.. always...”

She rested her head on his shoulder, hiding the fear in her eyes as she whispered. “I want that too... always...”

Slowly they pulled apart, heading to their sleeping quarters, dressing in their yukatas as they settled down, answering the call for sleep, holding each other close as they entered the land of dreams.

The farmhouse, early morning

The morning brought with it an overcast sky and Tomoe's eyelids fluttered open, a pleasant warmth pressed against her and she lifted her head, studying the sleeping features of her husband. He looked so peaceful in this moment, far from the pain and the grief that had nearly broke him... and her. Kenshin, my husband. She reached out, tracing her finger along the scar on his cheek. Her first love had died... killing her happiness... but you've given me a new happiness... one I will never forget. She slid out of bed, dressing into her kimono before she sat down at the low end table, dabbing the back of her ears with her favorite perfume. She settled in, pulling out her diary from the drawer, laying it down as she wrote out her true feelings:

Last night, Kenshin and I made love for the first time. It was more pleasurable than I expected though I still feel rather shy about it, even now. The flames of hatred that once burned in my heart towards Himura has been extinguished and my cry for vengeance has been silenced by the love I hold for my husband. I love Kenshin. I love his sweet nature... his smile... his strength... and his determination. He wants to fight for a new age... an age where he can protect the happiness of the people around him... without killing... I find myself drawn even more to him for this. That is why I must stop this mission. No matter what it takes, I will protect Kenshin with my life so that he can save those who need saving... and protect those who need protecting. I only hope that I have the strength to endure what must be done.

Tomoe closed her diary then grabbed the purple shawl folded neatly on the table. Rising, she weaved the fabric around her arms, tip-toeing to the door, not wanting to wake up her beloved. I cannot risk him following me. I must do this alone. The lady turned, studying the sleeping form of her husband. Kenshin, I do this for you... and for us... Farewell, my second love. Slipping on her zori, Tomoe snuck out, silently closing the door behind her, shuffling through the snow as she made her way towards the Binding Forest where the enemy lay.

Another chapter complete. Longer than usual but I had a lot of stuff to cover. Next time we will have the climatic conclusion before jumping back completely into the present. This was a fun chapter to write, though I struggled with it in parts. If you enjoyed it, do please leave a few lines. Always look forward to reading people thoughts.