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A Note From Sedjet: I know, I know! I am going to fanfiction
author hell. I have been having the
worst bout of writer�s block in the history of writer�s block! It�s ridiculous. Anyhoo, here is a
new chappie for you.
It�s the best I can offer at the moment.
P.S. I didn�t write �One Song
Glory.� The lyrics were written by
Jonathan Larson�.This is another revision!

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Chapter Two:

Glory

Kenshin could hear Soujiro talking to himself out in the hallway. The petite redhead wondered what the hell he
could possibly be up to. It was the
�documentary� he was working on. Kenshin became angry.
He resented being the subject of another one of Soujiro�s
little projects. Soujiro
had the idea that Kenshin needed to be saved from himself; however, Kenshin was
under the impression that it was Soujiro with the
problems.

�I really worry about that man sometimes,� Kenshin muttered to himself as he swung his sakabatou in a graceful arc. �Honestly, where the fuck does he get off shoving that camera in my face. Snide little bastard! I�m gonna break the
fuckin� thing!�
He growled as his movements became more aggressive.

There had been a time when Kenshin
was happy. Tomoe, he thought. She had
meant the world to him, and he mourned her everyday since she died. As his thoughts drifted to her, his movements
slowed. Finally, he let the sword drop
to the floor with a dull thud. What was
he doing playing with a sword when he should be writing a song?!

He went for his guitar.
He picked it up off the stand and gazed at it. The guitar had been a gift from Tomoe. He used to write songs for her and play them
for her. She was his inspiration. He caressed the slick, blood-red
surface. Red. Like her blood on the floor. Suddenly, he felt like smashing it to
bits. He wanted to splinter the piece of
shit as he had hundreds�thousands!�of times during the past two years. He never followed through with the impulse,
though. Deep down he
knew that he would mourn the loss of his only piece of her nearly as much as he
mourned the loss of the woman herself.

He laid the guitar across the arms of the overstuffed chair
in the middle of the room and bent to pick up his amp cord. He plugged the cord into the guitar and then
the amp and picked the guitar up. He sat
on the ottoman in front of the chair and plucked at the strings to see how out
of tune he was. Deciding that it wasn�t
bad enough, he began to play a song from one of Tomoe�s favorite musicals.

One song//Glory//One song
before I go//Glory//One song to leave behind//Find one song//One last
refrain//Glory//From the pretty boy front man//Who
wasted opportunity//One song//He had the world at his feet//Glory//In the eyes
of a young girl//A young girl//

Kenshin closed his eyes and
thought of a beautiful young woman with raven hair and chocolate colored
eyes. She had made him camp out for
tickets to Rent just so she could see
Adam Pascal in tight leather pants and cream when he opened his mouth to sing.

***

In the apartment below, a young, raven-haired girl closed
her sapphire blue eyes, listening to the passionate song that was filtering
down through the ceiling of her apartment.
The singer�s voice was deep and husky.
It had a quality to it that sent shivers up her spine. The voice called to her. It called to something deep inside of her,
and she lay on her futon, wrapped in a blanket and allowed the song to seep
into her soul.

***

Find glory//Beyond
the cheap colored lights//One song before the sun sets//

Glory -- on another empty life//Time flies -- time dies//Glory -- One blaze of
glory

One blaze of glory � glory

People die�the people you cherish more than anything. And you
die. But you die slowly. You can�t do what she did. You can�t build up the courage. You�ve tried.
Oh, you�ve tried a hundred times.

***

The voice swelled until she thought the foundations of the
building would begin to shakes and the window panes rattle. With the next verse, the voice became softer,
contemplative. It carried a heart-breaking
quality that made her want to reach out and console this person.

***

Find//Glory//In a song that rings true//Truth like a blazing fire//An
eternal flame

Find//One song//A song about love//Glory//From the soul of a young man

A young man//

Useless. Powerless. Desperation. Desolation. Hopelessness. Separation. Isolation. Pain. Hurt. Anger. Fear. Fury. Hate. Need.
Want. Alone.

Find the one
song//Before the virus takes hold//Glory//Like a sunset//One song

To redeem this empty life//Time flies//And then - no
need to endure anymore//

Time dies//

***

Raw pain and anger was evident in the voice from
upstairs. She wanted more than anything
to reach out and offer some sort of comfort for that voice. There was a desperation to it that made her
heart ache. She wondered what it was
that made him sing with such passion.
Surely a person couldn�t sing a like that without knowing�without having
been through something similar. She
vaguely wondered if he was an actor venting about something through his
music. Musical theatre types were known
for that kind of thing. She had lived in
The City long enough to know that.

***

As he sang, images of Tomoe singing along to the �Rent�
soundtrack at the top of her lungs sprang to mind; her enigmatic actress� eyes
full of a strange glint, like she knew something you didn�t; Tomoe at one of
his gigs, watching him from a place at the front of the stage with those eyes
that were full of devotion and admiration; Tomoe full of life and love; Tomoe, pale, drained of her life�s blood�the
same blood that filled the bathtub he had found her in.

By the end of the song, Kenshin
was no longer trying to keep his tears in check. He missed her! He missed singing this song for her when she
would request it, claiming that he was much hotter than Adam Pascal. He hated her for leaving him like she
did. She left him alone to die. He hated her for being so fucking
selfish. Sometimes, he wished he could
resurrect her if only to kill her with his own hands for not thinking about how
he would be able to survive without her.

His hands flew to the strings of his guitar, punishing it in
her place. He played the most
discordant, violent riff he could manage�and then, the lights went off.

***

Just as the voice upstairs brought the song to a close, the
lights went out.

�Shit.� The girl
muttered.

***

�Fuck!� Kenshin got up and laid the guitar on the ottoman. He needed some sort of light. He would be goddamned if he was going to sit
in darkness until the lights decided to come back on. �Damned, fucking
snowstorms!� He growled as he
went on a hunt for candles.

Twenty minutes later, he had gathered every candle in the
apartment and was lighting them with a book of matches he had found in the
pocket of his leather coat. He had
burned himself three times already and was swearing over the fourth when
someone knocked on the door. He huffed,
thinking it was Soujiro who had most likely forgotten
something important�like the key to the apartment. He strode to the door, pulling itn.
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