Way of the Sword
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Adult ++
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Category:
Gravitation › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
4,106
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own this anime/manga, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
EPILOGUE
The cherry trees in the backyard were blooming, providing a canopy of pink petals. A young man was currently sitting underneath the shade provided by the blossoms. His hair was a brighter shade of pink than the flowers and a couple strands were being played by the soft breeze. It was an unusual state for a young owner of a prosperous business to be found in. Instead of being buried in stacks of business ledgers or tied up in a meeting, this businessman seemed to be sitting in the yard, with a deep frown on his face.
Looking up into the sky, Shuichi sighed. Now twenty three, he had three years of running a business underneath his belt. In a couple of days, it would be his twenty fourth birthday. Kenshin, Kaoru, Yahiko, Megumi, Hiro, and Sano would be coming to celebrate his birthday, like they have done every year since their fateful meeting.
It was at first difficult to run the business. Shuichi looked up at the bright blue sky and allowed the memories to wash over him. It was so hard to be taken seriously because he had been so young, so green in the world of business. Yet now, the business was more prosperous than ever and Shuichi had a great group of people working with him, some serving even as mentors.
The wild waves of difficulty was eased with the support of his friends. They all visited regularly, Megumi not as frequently due to her own private practice. Sano and Hiro visited the most often and the three had grew close, hanging out often together.
Yet, the one person that Shuichi ached to see was nowhere in sight. Ever since that night, Shuichi had not seen Yuki. The only news of Yuki that Shuichi received was through Kenshin, and event those were far and few in between.
Shuichi sat with his chin resting on his knees and his arms encircled around his legs. He hugged himself and sighed. Everyday, Shuichi hoped that it would be day when Yuki walked through those gates and into his arms. Everyday, Shuichi had been disappointed.
Now, it has been three years since seeing Yuki. Shuichi refused to lose hope, believing that Yuki would come, even twenty years later. Still, everyday, it was getting harder and harder to recover from the disappoint of not seeing Yuki. Shuichi picked up a pink blossom that laid on the ground. He idly started to pick at the petals.
“He will come today,” said Shuichi, plucking out a petal.
“He will not come,” said Shuichi, plucking out another petal.
“He will come. He will not come. He will come. He will not come.” Shuichi tried to pluck another petal but found a naked flower in his hand.
“Drats,” murmured Shuichi, hunting around for another flower. Soon, Shuichi had deflowered a handful of blossoms, the pink petals scattered all over his kimono and the ground.
He leaned against tree, enjoying this rare time to himself. His eyes began to fall and he felt himself growing sleepy. Shuichi just sat there, debating whether to go back in to the house or not. He looked for another blossom to help him make the choice, only to find out that they had all already been sacrificed for the previous cause.
A tall man, with two katanas resting on his hip, approached the Shindou residence. He politely knocked, only to receive no answer. He knocked again louder; this time, the gate was answered, opened by a old man.
“Can I help you?” asked the old man.
“I’m looking for Shindou Shuichi,” explained the blond.
“He’s out in the backyard. It is his private time right now. None of the servants are allowed to see him at this time, but he accepts visitors. I’ll show you the way.”
Shuichi was on the brink of dozing off when something caught his eyes. There was someone walking towards him and that someone was a blond head. Shuichi rubbed his eyes, cursing his imagination for playing such a cruel game. But the image of the blond was still there, this time, approaching even closer. Hastily, Shuichi stood up.
“Yuki?” he whispered to himself.
The man came closer, until he was only a foot apart away from Shuichi. “Tadaima (1).”
“Okaeri(2),” whispered Shuichi, tears of happiness streaming down his face. He flung himself at the blond, who caught him with ease. “Okaeri, Yuki!”
NOTES:
1. Greeting of person returning home.
2. Greeting to person who just came home.
~I think the Japanese words have more meaning in this case than a simple “I’m home” and “Welcome back” and helps get the meaning across better....I think anyways... or maybe it\'s all in my head....
The cherry trees in the backyard were blooming, providing a canopy of pink petals. A young man was currently sitting underneath the shade provided by the blossoms. His hair was a brighter shade of pink than the flowers and a couple strands were being played by the soft breeze. It was an unusual state for a young owner of a prosperous business to be found in. Instead of being buried in stacks of business ledgers or tied up in a meeting, this businessman seemed to be sitting in the yard, with a deep frown on his face.
Looking up into the sky, Shuichi sighed. Now twenty three, he had three years of running a business underneath his belt. In a couple of days, it would be his twenty fourth birthday. Kenshin, Kaoru, Yahiko, Megumi, Hiro, and Sano would be coming to celebrate his birthday, like they have done every year since their fateful meeting.
It was at first difficult to run the business. Shuichi looked up at the bright blue sky and allowed the memories to wash over him. It was so hard to be taken seriously because he had been so young, so green in the world of business. Yet now, the business was more prosperous than ever and Shuichi had a great group of people working with him, some serving even as mentors.
The wild waves of difficulty was eased with the support of his friends. They all visited regularly, Megumi not as frequently due to her own private practice. Sano and Hiro visited the most often and the three had grew close, hanging out often together.
Yet, the one person that Shuichi ached to see was nowhere in sight. Ever since that night, Shuichi had not seen Yuki. The only news of Yuki that Shuichi received was through Kenshin, and event those were far and few in between.
Shuichi sat with his chin resting on his knees and his arms encircled around his legs. He hugged himself and sighed. Everyday, Shuichi hoped that it would be day when Yuki walked through those gates and into his arms. Everyday, Shuichi had been disappointed.
Now, it has been three years since seeing Yuki. Shuichi refused to lose hope, believing that Yuki would come, even twenty years later. Still, everyday, it was getting harder and harder to recover from the disappoint of not seeing Yuki. Shuichi picked up a pink blossom that laid on the ground. He idly started to pick at the petals.
“He will come today,” said Shuichi, plucking out a petal.
“He will not come,” said Shuichi, plucking out another petal.
“He will come. He will not come. He will come. He will not come.” Shuichi tried to pluck another petal but found a naked flower in his hand.
“Drats,” murmured Shuichi, hunting around for another flower. Soon, Shuichi had deflowered a handful of blossoms, the pink petals scattered all over his kimono and the ground.
He leaned against tree, enjoying this rare time to himself. His eyes began to fall and he felt himself growing sleepy. Shuichi just sat there, debating whether to go back in to the house or not. He looked for another blossom to help him make the choice, only to find out that they had all already been sacrificed for the previous cause.
A tall man, with two katanas resting on his hip, approached the Shindou residence. He politely knocked, only to receive no answer. He knocked again louder; this time, the gate was answered, opened by a old man.
“Can I help you?” asked the old man.
“I’m looking for Shindou Shuichi,” explained the blond.
“He’s out in the backyard. It is his private time right now. None of the servants are allowed to see him at this time, but he accepts visitors. I’ll show you the way.”
Shuichi was on the brink of dozing off when something caught his eyes. There was someone walking towards him and that someone was a blond head. Shuichi rubbed his eyes, cursing his imagination for playing such a cruel game. But the image of the blond was still there, this time, approaching even closer. Hastily, Shuichi stood up.
“Yuki?” he whispered to himself.
The man came closer, until he was only a foot apart away from Shuichi. “Tadaima (1).”
“Okaeri(2),” whispered Shuichi, tears of happiness streaming down his face. He flung himself at the blond, who caught him with ease. “Okaeri, Yuki!”
NOTES:
1. Greeting of person returning home.
2. Greeting to person who just came home.
~I think the Japanese words have more meaning in this case than a simple “I’m home” and “Welcome back” and helps get the meaning across better....I think anyways... or maybe it\'s all in my head....