A man and a woman in a rain of blood



What does Kenshin think in the fateful moment when he first meets Tomoe? Here is 
my version!!!

Oh yes, I am not a native speaker, so if you find some mistakes, you may keep 
them. ^_^

And special thanks to Mara who first made me think of writing one of my fics in 
English and posting them to fanfiction.net



The girl.

In all this madness, in the chaos surrounding us and through the shed blood I 
feel her presence. She must have followed me until here, must have seen how I 
killed the onmitsu, how one murderer killed another one of his kind and surely 
she must have made me out for what I am.

She stands behind me but in spite of this I recognize her immediately, recognize 
the smell of white plum, which fills the air around her, this delicate smell I 
already registered in the dark taverna. My hand closes tight around my katana. 
Nobody must live who knows of the existence of the Hitokiri Battousai...

"I followed you out of gratitude for what you did back there." The sound of her 
voice startles me so much that I let nearly fall down my sword. When the two 
roughnecks pestered her, she did not say anything, she just sat very quiet as if 
she would not care about what happened with her and although she must know that 
this situation is far more dangerous for her, that she cannot expect compassion 
or sympathy from me, she continues to speak as carelessly as if she would chat 
about the wheather. Perhaps my voice sounds just like this when I tell the 
Ishinshishi about a completed work, perhaps it sounds just as indifferent. "In 
plays they always speak about a rain of blood but you...you really cause the 
rain to bleed."

Finally my hand, perhaps with a knowledge that I myself does not have yet, lets 
the sword fall.

I stare at her, stare at a serene face, serene in all this chaos, serene and 
indubitable beautiful although some blooddrops have streaked her cheeks. Deep 
dark eyes meet with mine and for one eternal moment the world around us fades 
away and lefts nothing back but the two of us. Then her eyes suddenly close. She 
slowly begins to pitch forwards and before I even think about it, I run forwards 
to catch her fragile body with my arms.

I wonder about myself when I gently clean her face from some of the blood. I 
should have killed her but I forgot everything when I looked into her eyes and 
now I can´t do it anymore, not if Kami-sama Himself ordered me to do so. Not 
after I found myself in the depths of these eyes.

Again I catch the smell of her parfume. Not good, I must be going crazy.

Tenderly I pick her up. I never before hold a woman in my arms like this; it is 
a strange feeling.

I guess I have to take her to Okami-san. Who knows what could happen to a woman 
alone in Kyoto at night. No, I really have no choice...