Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction
Disclaimer : I dont own this, you know that...
Chapter 1
Kaoru looked up as Kenji put down his chopsticks, picked up the sakabatou, which Yahiko had given him when he turned 15, and stood up.
"Kenji? Are you going out to go look for Kenshin?"
Kenji's look bordered on cold.
"Why would I want to look for him?"
Kaoru sighed. Kenji had 'hated' Kenshin ever since he was very little. At first it had been the hair-pulling but now could turn into fights since Kenji learnt kenjutsu, namely Kamiya Kasshin-Ryuu, the style his grandfather created. Kaoru always felt worried in these instances because she knew that Kenshin wasn't supposed to fight anymore, due to his illness.
Kenji opened the sliding door and stepped outside. Putting on his sandals, he began to walk out as Kenshin wandered in.
"Oro?" Kenshin said quietly as he watched Kenji walk past him, glancing at him coldly. He smiled anyway though. "Itarashai, have a good time, Kenji."
Kenji swept past as he heard Kaoru sigh and wrap her arms tighter around their daughter, Takashin, who dozed in her lap. He didn't turn around to meet her eyes though and Kaoru felt worried. As the door slowly swung shut, Kenshin finally turned around, but his expression was completely unfathomable.
Yahiko looked up from his lunch as Kenji entered the small house. He looked a little angry and Yahiko guessed it was to do with Kenshin. This concerned him quite a bit because Kenshin was his mentor and he had always looked up to him. On those rare occasions that Kenji poured out his emotions, Yahiko had been forced to listen to Kenji's moaning over Kenshin's flaws. It was also how disconcerting how similar Kenshin and Kenji were, in not only appearance and skill, and yet how much Kenji seemed to hate Kenshin.
"What's wrong, Kenji?"
"Ahh.." Kenji seemed to forget where he was. "Um, oh yes, I'm going to go and see Master Hiko Seijuro now."
Yahiko nearly choked on his onigiri. Why was Kenji going to see Hiko? He thought Hiko didn't teach anymore, he was getting on in his years after all... even if Hiten practitioners hardly ever seemed to age…
Kanji saw the look on Yahiko's face but didn't say anything and merely raised an eyebrow. He turned on his heel and waved back.
"Say hi to Tsubame for me won't you…"
Yahiko nodded, "Itarashai, have a safe trip."
Kenji paused for a second, turning his head to look at Yahiko over his shoulder. "amazing how you sound so much like him…"
As Yahiko stared after Kenji, he turned once again and left the house silently. Yahiko continued eating his onigiri as Tsubame entered the room. Her eyes flicked down the corridor at Kenji's retreating back and she turned and looked at Yahiko hesitantly and began to speak.
"Anou, Yahiko-kun…"
Yahiko twirled to face her, scowling. "I said drop the '–kun'!!"
"Hai." Tsubame said hastily, pressing on, "Was Kenji-san just here?"
Yahiko nodded as he looked at Tsubame and sighed. He was almost 27 years old now. What did he want to do? Kenshin had already a strong resolve when he was 27/8. He was a wanderer – a rurouni – and helped the innocent and the weak. Although Yahiko had decided long ago to one day catch up to Kenshin and also adopt Kenshin's beliefs, he still didn't feel he had a purpose.
Yahiko stood up and kissed Tsubame on the cheek, blushing slightly.
"Yahiko?" Tsubame asked, astonished.
"C'mon." Yahiko said and he led her outside.
