Samurai 7 Fanfiction for 30 angsts
She knelt in front of his grave, as she had done so on countless nights. Her red eyes focused on the hilt of that great crimson blade he had swung with enthusiasm and bravery once, but now simply marked the spot of his eternal bed. The hilt of a blade that had saved her town from those once dreaded Nobuseri bandits. The hilt of a blade that belonged to a man, to a samurai, a samurai of two worlds; a peasant samurai; a hero samurai; a samurai she would've married, a samurai she would've grown old with. A samurai she loved...
Yes, she was young back then, but her love was as deep, as true and honest as it was now at her seventeen years of age.
The tears she had shed, and continued to shed even to this day, had never lost any of that honesty...
The pain she had felt, that gripping pain, that wish to never wake up, that wish to slumber forever next to her crimson soldier; that wish that kept telling her that he was still alive, that she couldn't give up yet. That wish hadn't faded yet. It was as dreadfully real, as it had been the first night she realized she had lost him forever...
She wiped away her tears once again, the drops falling on the ground once again. The ground above him. They feel unto the snow that covered the soil, unto a crystal base made of their past comrades. A base digging past the snow, past the soil, into his resting place...
She got up, as he had done oh so many times before, wiping off the snow from her dress. She walked into the woods as she had been instructed to do so, also many times before. She picked up logs for the fire, as she had done so many times before...
She walked out of the woods, as she had done so many times before...
She turned to look at his mythical sword once again, nailed unto the mound of dirt placed over him as if desireing his grip once again, for one final battle...
She didn't find it; as it had never happened any time before...
She turned around despereately looking for any trace of it. Bandits maybe, thugs...
She looked down; down to where her tears had crystalized and saw footprints, large footprints; footprints she had seen long before when he was still with her...
She dropped the logs.
She ran back to her village, the Village he had protected
She just ran...she didn't care how impossible it was, she just wanted to see him again...
Hold him again...
-KIKUCHIYO!!!!!!-