This fic was written as a semi-sequel to "Wishes in the Rain" If you haven't
read that yet, you might want to do so before going on to this fic =) It can
be found either on Fanfiction.net or my site at http://megitsune.tripod.com.
Arigatou gozaimasu.
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Visions of Yesterday
by Megitsune
November 25, 2000
The characters of Rurouni Kenshin do not belong to me and standard
disclaimers apply.
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"Look out!"
The loud scream came too late, for seconds later a loud splash was heard.
The source of the shout, a small seven-year old boy, skidded to a halt by
the river's edge and stared in horror as his friend fought wildly to stay
above water, her dark hair barely visible as she struggled to stay afloat.
Without another moment of hesitation, he kicked off his sandals and jumped
headfirst into the water, gritting his teeth against the sudden cold. With
a few skilled strokes he managed to reach the drowning girl and groaned
inwardly as she threw her arms around his neck in a panic.
"Kyoko-chan! Relax and don't fight the water!" shouted the boy, who was
trying desperately to keep the two of them from drowning. His brown eyes
immediately locked with those of the clearest blue, which were now glazed
with terror.
"Did you hear me, Kyoko-chan?"
After a few choking noises, the tiny girl nodded and stopped struggling,
allowing the boy to safely guide her back to shore. Minutes later, both
children lay panting on the green grass by the riverside, the boy
desperately trying to comfort his companion.
"You okay?" he asked worriedly while watching Kyoko succumb to a fit of
coughing. The five-year old was doubled over, damp strands of dark hair
falling in her cherubic face as water dripped from her purple kimono to form
a puddle in the surrounding grass. A few more minutes passed before she
could answer.
"Uh huh," she murmured weakly, her normally exuberant voice barely audible.
Raising large blue eyes to the boy who hovered over her anxiously, she bit
her bottom lip for a few seconds before continuing. "Arigatou,
Masa-niichan."
Masahiro glowered at her for few moments and placed his hands on his hips.
Water dripped into his face from the strands of spiky brown hair that had
gotten drenched in his attempt to save his friend. "I told you to stay away
from the river. What if I hadn't gotten there in time?"
Kyoko hung her head dejectedly as Masahiro continued his rant. "Just wait
until your mom and dad hear about this. Not to mention MY mom and dad.
They'll never let us play here again!"
His words were cut off abruptly by a small sniffle that emerged from behind
the abundance of wet hair and he groaned.
"Oh, don't cry Kyoko-chan. I'm sorry…" He sighed as Kyoko continued to
sniffle. You just can't win with girls, he thought to himself angrily.
Even his own father, who was considered to be one of the fiercest fighters
in Tokyo, had never managed to win a single argument with his mother. And
despite his age, Masahiro understood enough about women to know that he did
NOT want a crying female on his hands. Besides, Kyoko's father had asked him
to watch over her, and he didn't look forward to explaining the recent
accident to him or his parents.
"Kyoko-chan, if you stop crying I'll convince your father to take us to the
market tomorrow," offered Masahiro. "Maybe I'll even buy you one of those
paper balloons you like so much."
The muffled sniffling faded into silence and Kyoko finally looked up with
hopeful eyes. "Masa-niichan's not angry at me anymore?"
"No." One word was all that the little girl needed and her face broke into
a wide grin.
"Wai! Maybe Daddy will take us to buy balloons right now!" With a speed
that would have put the best swordsmen to shame, the tiny girl latched on to
Masahiro's hand and proceeded to lead him home, effectively ignoring his cry
of surprise. Masahiro continued to grumble the entire way, wondering what
his mother would say about the new hakama and gi that he had managed to
ruin.
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The next morning, Masahiro sat up in his futon and looked at his mother
warily, knowing exactly what she would say but still not wanting to hear it.
"You're running a fever," she informed him in a dry tone, enjoying the scowl
that settled on her son's face. "Looks like yesterday's dunking has given
you a cold. I did tell you to stay away from the river, Masa-chan."
"But Kyoko wouldn't listen!" exclaimed Masahiro indignantly. "It wasn't my
fault she got too close and fell in."
His mother laughed merrily, reaching out to gently push back a strand of
unruly dark hair that fell over her son's forehead. "That girl is entirely
too stubborn. Takes after her mother I suppose, even though her father
probably has his share of pigheadedness as well."
She stood up and gave her son an admonishing look. "No matter who's fault
it was, you're the one with a fever. So for now I want you to stay in bed
and rest while I go fix you some tea. It should soothe some of the
coughing, and with any luck you'll be up and about in a couple of days."
Masahiro sighed and leaned his head back against the pillows. There was
just no arguing with his mother, and he wasn't in any condition to try
either.
"Oi, Masa-chan!" The boy looked up to see a tall man leaning against the
door, a slightly worried look on his face. "Your mom says you're not
feeling too good today."
Masahiro made a face at his father, who grinned back. "She wants me to stay
in bed for the next few days! Can you believe that?"
The two exchanged knowing looks, and the older man winked at his son
conspiratorially. "I've learned that it's always best to follow your
mother's advice. But if you're up for it, I think there's someone outside
who wants to see you."
"Who?" asked Masahiro eagerly, just as a small face peered out from behind
the door. Kyoko stood with her hands tightly gripping a fistful of his
father's white pants, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty.
"Masa-niichan's sick?" she asked in a worried whisper, causing the boy to
roll his eyes in amusement at her antics.
"I'm sure he feels much better now that you're here to visit him, chibi,"
assured his father gently as he reached down to pick up the small girl in
his arms. After depositing her on the futon beside Masahiro, he settled
himself next to them on the floor and looked up to find two pairs of eyes
staring at him expectantly.
"What is it?" he asked, wondering what the two children wanted from him.
"I'm bored," answered his son bluntly, just before he was overcome by a
succession of sneezes.
"I'm bored too!" echoed the small girl next to him. "Masa-niichan can't
take me to buy balloons now because he has to stay home!"
Masahiro's father raised an eyebrow. "Bored?" he asked.
Kyoko nodded emphatically, causing her dark ponytail to bob up and down
behind her. Masahiro was also staring up at him with anticipation in his
brown eyes.
He scratched his head in thought for a long moment before an idea finally
hit him. "How about I tell you a story?" he asked.
"Wai!" exclaimed Kyoko excitedly, practically bouncing as she clapped her
hands together.
"What's it about?" asked Masahiro.
"It's about a boy," answered his father after a pause. "A boy who became
sick, just like you are now."
"How'd he get sick? Did he fall into the river too?"
"No," replied Masahiro's father. "It was very rainy that day, and he got
caught in the middle of a storm with his Taichou. He was so sick that he
couldn't even wake up."
Kyoko thought for a moment, small hands absently fiddling with her long hair
as she considered the words. "Did anybody help him?" she asked in a small
voice.
"There was no place to stay since all the people had gone inside to hide
from the rain. The Taichou refused to give up though. He continued to
search the small village they were in, hoping that they would come across a
dry place where the sick boy could rest."
Brown eyes that were exact replicas of Masahiro's became hazy as distant
memories from the past resurfaced with new clarity. "Just when the Taichou
began to give up hope, someone crashed into him from behind and dropped a
bunch of packages on the ground."
"Was he a bad person? A thief maybe?" asked Masahiro excitedly, hoping for
some action.
His father merely chuckled at the question. "You're entirely too paranoid,
Masa-chan. Nope, she was just a young girl who happened to be going home.
As it turns out, she was the daughter of a doctor and offered to give the
boy and his Taichou a place to stay until it stopped raining."
A doctor's daughter just like Mom thought Masahiro in wonder, but before he
could ponder over the similarity, his father's deep voice continued, drawing
his attention back to the story at hand.
"She gave the boy some medicine to drink that night, and by the time morning
came he was all better."
"I want to be just like her!" piped up Kyoko excitedly. "Then I could make
Masa-niichan all better."
"What happened next?" questioned Masahiro, covering up a cough with his
fist.
"Nothing much. The Taichou was so grateful that he gave her a red scarf
with special embroidery on it. He told her that if she was ever in trouble,
she should have the scarf sent to him and he would come to help. Then he
picked up the sleeping boy in his arms and went home."
"Did she ever send for him?" asked Masahiro with wide eyes.
A slight frown appeared on his father's face before he answered. "No. The
Taichou never heard from her again, and the boy never got a chance to thank
her."
The story was suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding doors, and all
three looked up to see Masahiro's mother and a red-haired man standing in
the open doorway.
"Someone's here to pick you up, Kyoko-chan."
"Daddy!" exclaimed Kyoko as she stood up to hurl herself at her father's
legs, almost knocking him over in excitement. Her father lifted Kyoko high
in the air and gave her nose a playful tweak.
"What were you three up to?" he asked, directing his violet gaze towards
Masahiro's father, who flushed slightly, to everyone's amusement.
"He was telling a story!" informed Kyoko before anyone else could answer.
"Really?" asked her father. "You can tell me and your mother all about it
over dinner. It's getting late now, so why don't you say good-bye and let
Masahiro get some rest?"
"Bye Masa-niichan! Bye everyone!" Kyoko grinned, twining her arms around
her father's neck in a brief hug.
He turned to Masahiro's mother with a smile. "Thank you for watching her
for us. I hope she didn't bother you too much."
"Of course not, Ken-san! Kyoko-chan was the perfect guest. Isn't that
right?" Kyoko beamed and nodded proudly, waving good-bye as her father
carried her out the door.
"And now, it's time for your medicine young man." The announcement caused
Masahiro to grimace as his mother handed him a cup of medicinal tea.
"Do I have to?" he asked, looking up at his mother with pleading brown eyes.
"You know better than to ask stupid questions like that."
Masahiro sighed before pinching his nose shut and swallowing the liquid in
one gulp. Making a face, he handed the cup back to his father, who watched
him with a sympathetic grin.
His mother nodded approvingly. "That's good. Now get some rest and I'll
come in to check on you later today." Turning to her husband, she reached
out to grab him by the ear in one quick motion. "And you're coming with me,
Roosterhead. You can continue your tale after your son gets some sleep!"
"Hey Fox, that hurts!" yelped his father as he was dragged from the room,
while Masahiro looked on with a rueful grin.
"Good night, Masa!" His mother slid the doors shut behind her and the young
boy snuggled his head deeper into his pillow, allowing the warm medicine to
do its work. Seconds later, his eyes drifted shut and Masahiro was fast
asleep.
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A few hours later, Masahiro's father emerged from his son's room to find his
wife standing outside the doorway.
"How is he?" she asked, pushing an errant lock of dark hair behind her ear.
A faint grin crossed his face before he answered. "He's been sleeping for
the past hour, but I think he's getting better. His face isn't so red
anymore and his forehead's cooler."
"That's good. We probably won't be able to keep Masa-chan in bed for too
long once he regains his energy. But while we have the time, I want to give
you something."
She reached into the sleeve of her kimono and pulled out a long piece of red
cloth, handing it to her husband with a flourish. Brown eyes widened as he
realized it was a red Seikhoutai bandana, complete with the kanji for
"Sagara" embroidered on the left edge.
"Where did you get this?" he asked in a hushed whisper, his fingers tracing
the lines of delicate embroidery in awe. The bright red color was slightly
faded from age and the material felt unbelievably soft in his hands.
His wife tossed her long hair and gave him a saucy grin. "A very handsome
man gave it to me as a reward for curing a sick chicken-head. I've never had
the opportunity to put it to good use, you know."
Wrapping his arms around the woman who had saved his life so long ago, he
leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Well I'm sure the chicken-head
would very glad to return the favor you did for him."
She pulled out of his arms slightly and gave her husband a coy smile. "You
think so?"
He nodded with a wicked grin, his warm gaze burning with both love and
gratitude as he stared into her eyes.
"Well then, why don't we get started?" And with that she reached up to pull
his head down to hers, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss.
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Notes: This story might seem a bit strange =) I thank anyone who managed
to read thru all the way to the end. *deep bow*
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megitsune@hotmail.com
http://megitsune.tripod.com
"There's so much joy in life, so many pleasures all around. But the
pleasure of insomnia is one I've never found." -- The Barenaked Ladies
**********************************
read that yet, you might want to do so before going on to this fic =) It can
be found either on Fanfiction.net or my site at http://megitsune.tripod.com.
Arigatou gozaimasu.
-----------------------------
Visions of Yesterday
by Megitsune
November 25, 2000
The characters of Rurouni Kenshin do not belong to me and standard
disclaimers apply.
-----------------------------
"Look out!"
The loud scream came too late, for seconds later a loud splash was heard.
The source of the shout, a small seven-year old boy, skidded to a halt by
the river's edge and stared in horror as his friend fought wildly to stay
above water, her dark hair barely visible as she struggled to stay afloat.
Without another moment of hesitation, he kicked off his sandals and jumped
headfirst into the water, gritting his teeth against the sudden cold. With
a few skilled strokes he managed to reach the drowning girl and groaned
inwardly as she threw her arms around his neck in a panic.
"Kyoko-chan! Relax and don't fight the water!" shouted the boy, who was
trying desperately to keep the two of them from drowning. His brown eyes
immediately locked with those of the clearest blue, which were now glazed
with terror.
"Did you hear me, Kyoko-chan?"
After a few choking noises, the tiny girl nodded and stopped struggling,
allowing the boy to safely guide her back to shore. Minutes later, both
children lay panting on the green grass by the riverside, the boy
desperately trying to comfort his companion.
"You okay?" he asked worriedly while watching Kyoko succumb to a fit of
coughing. The five-year old was doubled over, damp strands of dark hair
falling in her cherubic face as water dripped from her purple kimono to form
a puddle in the surrounding grass. A few more minutes passed before she
could answer.
"Uh huh," she murmured weakly, her normally exuberant voice barely audible.
Raising large blue eyes to the boy who hovered over her anxiously, she bit
her bottom lip for a few seconds before continuing. "Arigatou,
Masa-niichan."
Masahiro glowered at her for few moments and placed his hands on his hips.
Water dripped into his face from the strands of spiky brown hair that had
gotten drenched in his attempt to save his friend. "I told you to stay away
from the river. What if I hadn't gotten there in time?"
Kyoko hung her head dejectedly as Masahiro continued his rant. "Just wait
until your mom and dad hear about this. Not to mention MY mom and dad.
They'll never let us play here again!"
His words were cut off abruptly by a small sniffle that emerged from behind
the abundance of wet hair and he groaned.
"Oh, don't cry Kyoko-chan. I'm sorry…" He sighed as Kyoko continued to
sniffle. You just can't win with girls, he thought to himself angrily.
Even his own father, who was considered to be one of the fiercest fighters
in Tokyo, had never managed to win a single argument with his mother. And
despite his age, Masahiro understood enough about women to know that he did
NOT want a crying female on his hands. Besides, Kyoko's father had asked him
to watch over her, and he didn't look forward to explaining the recent
accident to him or his parents.
"Kyoko-chan, if you stop crying I'll convince your father to take us to the
market tomorrow," offered Masahiro. "Maybe I'll even buy you one of those
paper balloons you like so much."
The muffled sniffling faded into silence and Kyoko finally looked up with
hopeful eyes. "Masa-niichan's not angry at me anymore?"
"No." One word was all that the little girl needed and her face broke into
a wide grin.
"Wai! Maybe Daddy will take us to buy balloons right now!" With a speed
that would have put the best swordsmen to shame, the tiny girl latched on to
Masahiro's hand and proceeded to lead him home, effectively ignoring his cry
of surprise. Masahiro continued to grumble the entire way, wondering what
his mother would say about the new hakama and gi that he had managed to
ruin.
---------------------
The next morning, Masahiro sat up in his futon and looked at his mother
warily, knowing exactly what she would say but still not wanting to hear it.
"You're running a fever," she informed him in a dry tone, enjoying the scowl
that settled on her son's face. "Looks like yesterday's dunking has given
you a cold. I did tell you to stay away from the river, Masa-chan."
"But Kyoko wouldn't listen!" exclaimed Masahiro indignantly. "It wasn't my
fault she got too close and fell in."
His mother laughed merrily, reaching out to gently push back a strand of
unruly dark hair that fell over her son's forehead. "That girl is entirely
too stubborn. Takes after her mother I suppose, even though her father
probably has his share of pigheadedness as well."
She stood up and gave her son an admonishing look. "No matter who's fault
it was, you're the one with a fever. So for now I want you to stay in bed
and rest while I go fix you some tea. It should soothe some of the
coughing, and with any luck you'll be up and about in a couple of days."
Masahiro sighed and leaned his head back against the pillows. There was
just no arguing with his mother, and he wasn't in any condition to try
either.
"Oi, Masa-chan!" The boy looked up to see a tall man leaning against the
door, a slightly worried look on his face. "Your mom says you're not
feeling too good today."
Masahiro made a face at his father, who grinned back. "She wants me to stay
in bed for the next few days! Can you believe that?"
The two exchanged knowing looks, and the older man winked at his son
conspiratorially. "I've learned that it's always best to follow your
mother's advice. But if you're up for it, I think there's someone outside
who wants to see you."
"Who?" asked Masahiro eagerly, just as a small face peered out from behind
the door. Kyoko stood with her hands tightly gripping a fistful of his
father's white pants, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty.
"Masa-niichan's sick?" she asked in a worried whisper, causing the boy to
roll his eyes in amusement at her antics.
"I'm sure he feels much better now that you're here to visit him, chibi,"
assured his father gently as he reached down to pick up the small girl in
his arms. After depositing her on the futon beside Masahiro, he settled
himself next to them on the floor and looked up to find two pairs of eyes
staring at him expectantly.
"What is it?" he asked, wondering what the two children wanted from him.
"I'm bored," answered his son bluntly, just before he was overcome by a
succession of sneezes.
"I'm bored too!" echoed the small girl next to him. "Masa-niichan can't
take me to buy balloons now because he has to stay home!"
Masahiro's father raised an eyebrow. "Bored?" he asked.
Kyoko nodded emphatically, causing her dark ponytail to bob up and down
behind her. Masahiro was also staring up at him with anticipation in his
brown eyes.
He scratched his head in thought for a long moment before an idea finally
hit him. "How about I tell you a story?" he asked.
"Wai!" exclaimed Kyoko excitedly, practically bouncing as she clapped her
hands together.
"What's it about?" asked Masahiro.
"It's about a boy," answered his father after a pause. "A boy who became
sick, just like you are now."
"How'd he get sick? Did he fall into the river too?"
"No," replied Masahiro's father. "It was very rainy that day, and he got
caught in the middle of a storm with his Taichou. He was so sick that he
couldn't even wake up."
Kyoko thought for a moment, small hands absently fiddling with her long hair
as she considered the words. "Did anybody help him?" she asked in a small
voice.
"There was no place to stay since all the people had gone inside to hide
from the rain. The Taichou refused to give up though. He continued to
search the small village they were in, hoping that they would come across a
dry place where the sick boy could rest."
Brown eyes that were exact replicas of Masahiro's became hazy as distant
memories from the past resurfaced with new clarity. "Just when the Taichou
began to give up hope, someone crashed into him from behind and dropped a
bunch of packages on the ground."
"Was he a bad person? A thief maybe?" asked Masahiro excitedly, hoping for
some action.
His father merely chuckled at the question. "You're entirely too paranoid,
Masa-chan. Nope, she was just a young girl who happened to be going home.
As it turns out, she was the daughter of a doctor and offered to give the
boy and his Taichou a place to stay until it stopped raining."
A doctor's daughter just like Mom thought Masahiro in wonder, but before he
could ponder over the similarity, his father's deep voice continued, drawing
his attention back to the story at hand.
"She gave the boy some medicine to drink that night, and by the time morning
came he was all better."
"I want to be just like her!" piped up Kyoko excitedly. "Then I could make
Masa-niichan all better."
"What happened next?" questioned Masahiro, covering up a cough with his
fist.
"Nothing much. The Taichou was so grateful that he gave her a red scarf
with special embroidery on it. He told her that if she was ever in trouble,
she should have the scarf sent to him and he would come to help. Then he
picked up the sleeping boy in his arms and went home."
"Did she ever send for him?" asked Masahiro with wide eyes.
A slight frown appeared on his father's face before he answered. "No. The
Taichou never heard from her again, and the boy never got a chance to thank
her."
The story was suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding doors, and all
three looked up to see Masahiro's mother and a red-haired man standing in
the open doorway.
"Someone's here to pick you up, Kyoko-chan."
"Daddy!" exclaimed Kyoko as she stood up to hurl herself at her father's
legs, almost knocking him over in excitement. Her father lifted Kyoko high
in the air and gave her nose a playful tweak.
"What were you three up to?" he asked, directing his violet gaze towards
Masahiro's father, who flushed slightly, to everyone's amusement.
"He was telling a story!" informed Kyoko before anyone else could answer.
"Really?" asked her father. "You can tell me and your mother all about it
over dinner. It's getting late now, so why don't you say good-bye and let
Masahiro get some rest?"
"Bye Masa-niichan! Bye everyone!" Kyoko grinned, twining her arms around
her father's neck in a brief hug.
He turned to Masahiro's mother with a smile. "Thank you for watching her
for us. I hope she didn't bother you too much."
"Of course not, Ken-san! Kyoko-chan was the perfect guest. Isn't that
right?" Kyoko beamed and nodded proudly, waving good-bye as her father
carried her out the door.
"And now, it's time for your medicine young man." The announcement caused
Masahiro to grimace as his mother handed him a cup of medicinal tea.
"Do I have to?" he asked, looking up at his mother with pleading brown eyes.
"You know better than to ask stupid questions like that."
Masahiro sighed before pinching his nose shut and swallowing the liquid in
one gulp. Making a face, he handed the cup back to his father, who watched
him with a sympathetic grin.
His mother nodded approvingly. "That's good. Now get some rest and I'll
come in to check on you later today." Turning to her husband, she reached
out to grab him by the ear in one quick motion. "And you're coming with me,
Roosterhead. You can continue your tale after your son gets some sleep!"
"Hey Fox, that hurts!" yelped his father as he was dragged from the room,
while Masahiro looked on with a rueful grin.
"Good night, Masa!" His mother slid the doors shut behind her and the young
boy snuggled his head deeper into his pillow, allowing the warm medicine to
do its work. Seconds later, his eyes drifted shut and Masahiro was fast
asleep.
-------------------
A few hours later, Masahiro's father emerged from his son's room to find his
wife standing outside the doorway.
"How is he?" she asked, pushing an errant lock of dark hair behind her ear.
A faint grin crossed his face before he answered. "He's been sleeping for
the past hour, but I think he's getting better. His face isn't so red
anymore and his forehead's cooler."
"That's good. We probably won't be able to keep Masa-chan in bed for too
long once he regains his energy. But while we have the time, I want to give
you something."
She reached into the sleeve of her kimono and pulled out a long piece of red
cloth, handing it to her husband with a flourish. Brown eyes widened as he
realized it was a red Seikhoutai bandana, complete with the kanji for
"Sagara" embroidered on the left edge.
"Where did you get this?" he asked in a hushed whisper, his fingers tracing
the lines of delicate embroidery in awe. The bright red color was slightly
faded from age and the material felt unbelievably soft in his hands.
His wife tossed her long hair and gave him a saucy grin. "A very handsome
man gave it to me as a reward for curing a sick chicken-head. I've never had
the opportunity to put it to good use, you know."
Wrapping his arms around the woman who had saved his life so long ago, he
leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Well I'm sure the chicken-head
would very glad to return the favor you did for him."
She pulled out of his arms slightly and gave her husband a coy smile. "You
think so?"
He nodded with a wicked grin, his warm gaze burning with both love and
gratitude as he stared into her eyes.
"Well then, why don't we get started?" And with that she reached up to pull
his head down to hers, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss.
---------------------
Notes: This story might seem a bit strange =) I thank anyone who managed
to read thru all the way to the end. *deep bow*
**********************************
megitsune@hotmail.com
http://megitsune.tripod.com
"There's so much joy in life, so many pleasures all around. But the
pleasure of insomnia is one I've never found." -- The Barenaked Ladies
**********************************