Some
Kind of Dying
by: Tenshimuyo-chan
She found herself going to the place where
they buried her. It was a ludicrous thought, considering she was laden with
packages and the cemetary was a good distance from the dojo. It was a morbid
thought, considering that she was getting ready for her wedding, on the day
after tomorrow. But then marriage must be some form of death, she
supposed. Why else would it be custom for brides to wear white? *
Everything looked peaceful in the early
night light. Nobody would think that two years ago a battle was waged to
reclaim the living from the dead. They tell her Aoshi and Gein made short work
of this place, causing a ruckus that must have been enough to make the dead
turn over their graves. But everything was put to order now and the spirits
must be resting well.
She only wished she had the same peace of
mind. There were not a few unkempt graves around, with moss and lichens
sprouting between the cracks of the rundown markers. Would her grave have
suffered the same fate? Her friends, would they have remembered to visit on the
festival of the dead? And Kenshin, would he have ever gone to pay her his last
respects? They tell her he did not even make it past the procession.
She pushed these thoughts aside hastily.
There was no need for them , she did not intend to die anytime soon, not that
kind of death anyway. She stood for some time, then took off her favorite
ribbon. So this is where they buried me, she thought, laying down the
ribbon on the ground, some kind of offering to the girl that could have been
her. I could have been buried in her place, or she could have lived... in my
place. In this place, she mused, the girl who could have been me is
buried.
In this place, Enishi's Kaoru is buried.
It was a fine spring night. As she turned
on her way home, she thought it seemed a good time to see fireflies.
* Japanese
brides wear white as a representation of their symbolic dying -- their names
are erased from their family's registry and added to their husband's family's
registry.