Author's Note: This is one of my earlier works (so it may not be very good) that I dug up after the unfortunate closing of Tales From the Meiji Era (TFME). I loved that site. Anyways, here goes. Standard disclaimers apply.
I met him on the streets.
The blood…
But he was not who I thought he would be.
His eyes…
So pained, and distant.
I must hate him. I will kill him.
But he was not who I thought he would be.
Emotionless hands. Ruthless hands.
Such a gentle heart.
His scar…
A mere scratch by my first love…
Whom he killed.
Murdered.
But he was not who I thought he would be.
So young,
Younger than me…
A child's mind.
Forced to kill in the shadows.
He swore to protect me.
But my dagger is ready.
His soul… so torn…
He was not meant to be a hitokiri.
An assassin. A manslayer.
So gentle. He loves me.
His eyes…
I cannot kill him.
My dagger
Has dropped.
My life is but a wisp.
His tears land on my cheek.
My love.
Anata.
White plums, a dagger, two swords.
Buried in the snow.