Disclaimer: Gosh, do you REALLY have to keep putting these up every chapter! For the love of... I DO NOT OWN RUROUNI KENSHIN! Knuckleheads...

Okay, okay...so it's been like 5, 6 months. My BAD! I had Marching Band and after that I was just pure lazy haha. Well, here it be. Enjoy please

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"Kaoru?" I wondered around the house, in search of the one who had captured my love. I could feelthis dagger stabbing at my soul... at the need for me to hold her and caress her face. Every door I opened held no sign of her.

"Kaoru!" I yelled, sliding open another door with, to my disenchantment, revealed nothing but a drawer with a bowl.

I was about to close it when I caught sight of a picture. As a matter of fact, all the walls were covered in pictures. Paintings actually. Of . . . me?

I stumbled in, my jaw dropped in a look of awe. "Oh wow . . ." I whispered aloud, not blinking.

One was me holding the sun in my hands and a star in the background. Another was a beautiful painting of me with blue violet hair and red eyes with my sword. The sword was angled so that my mouth was covered and my eyes had a slanted glare in them, one that can strike fear down your spine. A chilling, vicious look.

But there was one that caught my eye. It was indeed a canvas of me but also of Kaoru. She was smiling the oh so beautiful smile that she had. Her hair not pulled into a ponytail but rather fell down her back . . . and onto my chest. It look as though we had made love. We had just made love . . . oh, what a sight!

I could almost feel Kaoru in my arms. Her body heat mingling with mine; soft gentle hands lying gently on my stomach. The smell . . . her smell . . . jasmine, burning my nose with its passionate bouquet. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment that the painting had burned into my psyche.

I turned to exit but the door itself had been painted. A very beautiful painting with me and Kaoru in it but someone else as well. A child that I did not recognize. Well, correction, I did recognize the boy. It looked like me except Kaoru was holding him. He was tugging at my veil of hair. Rather than a look of I pain, there was a look of happiness in my eyes. The kind of happiness you acquire when your special someone finally realizes that your their special someone. Then I realized what the picture truly was . . .

I arched my brow and ran my finger over the child's face. Below was the actually name of the painting. It read:

'Kaoru, Kenji, Kenshin. . . Forever'

I disappeared from the room and shut the door quietly behind me. How could I have never noticed the room before? It was right there! Right there . . . and I never saw it? I am truly getting old . . .

Looking up, I found myself at the gate. Right behind Kaoru. Right behind her . . . but she hadn't noticed me just yet. She just stood there, with midnight cascading down her back, hiding the red that held her expression. Anger and confusion.

I stood there for a moment, watching her. She was pulling off flower petals and . . . singing?

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Okay, short and sweet but I ran out of ideas so yeah sorry. But review and yes you may flame me for being so lazy . . .