An interesting fic.  Why is it though, that all Kenshin fics seem to
be dark and angsty?  Maybe I'll have to remedy the problem.

Anyway, there were a few images you used that don't fit in with the
Kenshin era.  Imagery and metaphor etc. should fit in with the 
setting.

	"Kaoru-dono..." I whispered in the rain, the long strands 
soaking me to my very skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the 
droplets pound on me again and again, never stopping. The whole world 
was crumbling, crumbling into bits and pieces... Crumbling into a 
black hole... Crumbling endlessly... 

Black holes weren't discovered until the mid 1900's.

	The scene appeared before me once again, like a movie 
replaying itself again and again. I was there, holding a very pale 
Kaoru-dono. Blood came out from the sides of her mouth, leaving red 
stains on her chin. In an almost inaudible voice, she said to me her 
last words: 

Photography was just coming into use in Kenshin's time.  I don't
think motion pictures will show up for a while yet.

	Warm rays greeted me, new vengeance visited me. I could feel 
Kaoru's presence near me, the familiar face that I saw so often. I 
knew she would bless me... 

	Slowly, I stood up, taking along my long sword. Softly in the 
slight breeze I whispered, "Kaoru-dono, trust me." 

Revenge and bloody slaughter would go against what Kaoru believed in,
and would also violate Kenshin's personal ethics (at least at the
point where I am in the series).  This is shown in the first episode
when Kenshin gives the little speech to Hiruma about Kaoru's goofy
ideas.

Don't start a thread about this one guys, it's included here cause I
wanted to post this publicly.

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