Hiya everyone!! No I am not dead, I just thought up a new idea for a
story. Hopefully it's a relatively new one. Oh and please I have to warn
you this fic may be very OOC at times.it is a story. Hopefully you all
enjoy!
I so don't own Kenshin legally.but mentally is another issue!!
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The streets of Kyoto were full of the hustle that occurred during any mid day. Vendors trying to out voice the others, each claiming that they had the very best of what ever they were selling. It was near the end of the revolution, peace had been maintained, though even in its smallest quantities, fights were still known to occur. Any persons that still carried a katana were regarded with suspicion yet left alone to their own personal business, as people still had not the strength of voice or spirit to speak otherwise.
In the sidelines a solitary man standing in the shadows regarded the hustle of the crowd with growing disinterest. Perfectly content to remain apart from the people, he watched them go about their daily lives, in blissful ignorance of what he was. To them the war was over, the new era had begun, however he knew that the only way to let them continue with their happiness was to extinguish any flame of resistance remaining.
Adjusting the sword he wore strapped to his hip, he left the confines of his solace and ventured out toward the crowd, taking care to keep his eyes hidden under his bangs. To the ordinary person he looked simply as an old war-forgotten samurai, down on times. His pants were torn in various placed, and the dirt that was on them seemed a permanent resident, ever growing. His hakama, once a regal blue, now also torn and stained, looked more like he had simply picked it off the ground one day and decided to wear it. By all visible outward appearances he seemed a lonely warrior, trudging through the streets of Kyoto. And that was exactly what he wanted.
He grimaced as a woman carrying two children and bag of flour ran into his shoulder. Keeping his head down he nodded his head in her direction as her apology came, rather hastily after seeing the weapon he had on his side. Then after looking at his clothing she deemed him to be not a threat, but a nuisance and went about her business scoffing something about 'The dirt of society.'
He paid her no heed. His gaze was directed towards the tall building to his left. It was in there that he was to receive his next mission, be it assassination or protection. Tonight the 'Legendary Battousai' would receive his final mission.
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Kamiya Kaoru flipped her hair nonchalantly over her shoulder, causing her best friend Misao who was at her side to dodge the black strands heading near her face.
"So."
"So.What?" Kaoru questioned irritably.
Misao turned to face her. "How did dinner go with your Uncle last night?"
Kaoru snorted in contempt and resumed her pace towards class, forcing the only slightly smaller girl to tag along after her. Last night Kaoru was supposed to go out with her uncle, the last known living relative that she had left. As far as Misao knew he worked in some sort of secret government agency, kind of like an, if I tell you then I have to kill you, type thing. Due to the unfortunate death of her parents in a tragic car accident two years ago, Kaoru had been forced to live on her on. Her uncle, while kind enough to 'volunteer' to take care of her, was hardly ever home. Which suited Kaoru just fine, she had enough in inheritance to buy off what little was left on the dojo that she and her parents had grown up in, and was now living alone.
Last night was supposed to be one of the few times her uncle ever took her out to diner, but by the look on Kaoru's face, there was little chance that meeting actually took place.
Misao fell into pace beside her. "So what happened Princess?"
Kaoru sneered. "The bastard stood me up, is what happened! I mean, I would expect that from a boyfriend maybe, but not a blood relative!" She took a deep breath as they reached the locker room to calm her anger, and then turned to her friend. "He didn't even try to call me on my cell, he just didn't show. I waited for about an hour before I just gave up and left."
The smaller girl held her went up to hug her. "I'm sorry Kaoru." Looking into her friends eyes, she could see the sorrow and anger held there."
Kaoru patted Misao on the back. "It's ok," she mumbled, gently prying her off. "I should have expected this, it's probably not going to be the last time." She turned to her locker retrieved her shoes, sat on the bench and proceeded to change for class.
Misao followed her friends' example and got ready for class sighing. "You know Princess, what you need is a man."
Kaoru stopped and stared at her friend. "Excuse me?" she laughed. "I thought I didn't need any other causes of stress in my life!"
Her friend joined in the laughter. "Yes but if you have one, then you can get one of his friends to date me!" She shrieked as she dodged the shoe Kaoru threw at her.
"Mou.Misao.honestly no help at all!" With a sly grin she snickered. "But Misao I thought you had your eye on a certain someone with no personality, no charm or." The last part was left off as Misao pounced on her friend, trying to cover her mouth.
"Shh.you twit! Someone might hear you!"
"Pes Idn fink etz." Kaoru struggled against the hand held tightly over her mouth. She was only released when she started to drool all over Misao's hand in retaliation.
"EEEWWWW Gross Kaoru!!!" Misao shrieked laughing in disgust and trying to wipe her hand on her friends' shirt.
Kaoru laughed and ran toward the classroom, Misao followed shortly after, looking for a way to get back at her friend, happy that she was feeling better.
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Age of Meiji
Battousai held the paper tightly in his hands. This mission was going to be longer and more pointless than any he had ever had before. He reread the letter one more time, hoping that he misread any of the other three times.
His leader was a very close friend with a major political advisor, whose life was apparently in jeopardy. However, Battousai's mission was not to protect the man's life, but the life of his daughter who name was; and he snorted at this, Princess. The red haired man groaned in frustration. He had half a mind not accept the mission and leave it to someone else, however the leader stressed his need to have only the best protection for this simpering little girl. Kenshin found it difficult to say no to the man who took him in during the revolution, and whom he still admired for his strength in his beliefs. So grudgingly out of more honor than necessity, Battousai agreed for this one last mission, though he was defiantly not very pleased.
He was to travel to Tokyo, were the family stayed and protect her until the threat of death was gone. So Kenshin found himself walking towards his destination, more than a day's journey left. His annoyance only grew at the thought of having to baby-sit a spoiled girl. Honestly, if the name Princess didn't give any clued to her upbringing, he would have to eat his shoe.
Onward he grumbled, to lost in thought to notice the sky changing from light to a darker more threatening shade. In the distance a rumbling could be heard. He was only brought back to reality when he felt a drop of water hit his nose. Cursing his luck he ran trying to find any form of shelter. Rain started pelting down harder until it was only a matter of moments that he was completely drenched. Overhead lighting danced across the sky, causing him to involuntarily flinch at the closeness of it, until one streak of lightning jumped ahead of him and hit a tree not ten steps from him causing a large branch to fall directly in his path. He quickly skidded to a halt, and looked at the sky, as if cursing it.
However what he saw quickly made his breath catch in his throat. A light had appeared above him. His hand flew up to shield his eyes as the white light engulfed him, causing his whole body to feel warm and numb, as he was blinded by it.
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(2003)
Kaoru ran toward her dojo, cursing her luck every step of the way. She still had a long way to go and it had decided to rain the first couple of minutes after she had declined a ride home from Misao. She still had her kendo outfit on because she had decided to stay after and practice some moves with her teacher, possibly the only one who could actually best her in a fair fight.
Lightening flashed overhead, along with thunder that threatened to split her eardrums. Covering her ears with her hands she continued her run until she could finally see her dojo in the distance. For a small second her heart pounded in her chest as another bolt of lightening flashed to close for comfort by her home, followed by a strange white light, however it only lasted a second, so she chalked it up to her eyes playing tricks on her. Quickly she splashed her way to her gate, soaked all the way through her cloths and shivering. "Kami, I can't wait for a nice hot bath!" She screamed out loud as she opened and closed the gate behind her.
She was just about to run to the steps when another flash of lightening streaked across the dark sky, illuminating the yard. Kaoru's heart stopped. Over by the koi pond was a body. She quickly dropped her school bag and ran over to the figure, quickly turning the stranger over. "My God," she whispered as she stared at his face. Even in the rain she could see how wonderfully handsome and sensual this man was, and with relief she noticed his inhale and exhales of breath. The rain began to pour even harder until it was getting difficult to see more than a couple of feet. Without a second thought she grabbed him under his arms and dragged him to the safety of her home, pausing only once to catch breath after dragging him up the steps and into the safe cover of the doorway. Fumbling for her keys, she finally unlocked the door, shoved it open and proceeded to drag the stranger into her home.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Sooo what does everyone think so far? And who can NOT guess what's going to happen. Just to clarify, I am going to explain Kaoru's nickname later on in the story. Again I want to warn of OOCness and I'm really not sure if I want to bring Tomoe in this. To tell you the truth I'm a little apprehensive about this one, I don't really have an idea as to where I want to take it. It's starting to sound a little serious, but I really want to do it more of a comedy. Please review and tell me what you think, your reviews could be the life or death of this fic. :}
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The streets of Kyoto were full of the hustle that occurred during any mid day. Vendors trying to out voice the others, each claiming that they had the very best of what ever they were selling. It was near the end of the revolution, peace had been maintained, though even in its smallest quantities, fights were still known to occur. Any persons that still carried a katana were regarded with suspicion yet left alone to their own personal business, as people still had not the strength of voice or spirit to speak otherwise.
In the sidelines a solitary man standing in the shadows regarded the hustle of the crowd with growing disinterest. Perfectly content to remain apart from the people, he watched them go about their daily lives, in blissful ignorance of what he was. To them the war was over, the new era had begun, however he knew that the only way to let them continue with their happiness was to extinguish any flame of resistance remaining.
Adjusting the sword he wore strapped to his hip, he left the confines of his solace and ventured out toward the crowd, taking care to keep his eyes hidden under his bangs. To the ordinary person he looked simply as an old war-forgotten samurai, down on times. His pants were torn in various placed, and the dirt that was on them seemed a permanent resident, ever growing. His hakama, once a regal blue, now also torn and stained, looked more like he had simply picked it off the ground one day and decided to wear it. By all visible outward appearances he seemed a lonely warrior, trudging through the streets of Kyoto. And that was exactly what he wanted.
He grimaced as a woman carrying two children and bag of flour ran into his shoulder. Keeping his head down he nodded his head in her direction as her apology came, rather hastily after seeing the weapon he had on his side. Then after looking at his clothing she deemed him to be not a threat, but a nuisance and went about her business scoffing something about 'The dirt of society.'
He paid her no heed. His gaze was directed towards the tall building to his left. It was in there that he was to receive his next mission, be it assassination or protection. Tonight the 'Legendary Battousai' would receive his final mission.
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Kamiya Kaoru flipped her hair nonchalantly over her shoulder, causing her best friend Misao who was at her side to dodge the black strands heading near her face.
"So."
"So.What?" Kaoru questioned irritably.
Misao turned to face her. "How did dinner go with your Uncle last night?"
Kaoru snorted in contempt and resumed her pace towards class, forcing the only slightly smaller girl to tag along after her. Last night Kaoru was supposed to go out with her uncle, the last known living relative that she had left. As far as Misao knew he worked in some sort of secret government agency, kind of like an, if I tell you then I have to kill you, type thing. Due to the unfortunate death of her parents in a tragic car accident two years ago, Kaoru had been forced to live on her on. Her uncle, while kind enough to 'volunteer' to take care of her, was hardly ever home. Which suited Kaoru just fine, she had enough in inheritance to buy off what little was left on the dojo that she and her parents had grown up in, and was now living alone.
Last night was supposed to be one of the few times her uncle ever took her out to diner, but by the look on Kaoru's face, there was little chance that meeting actually took place.
Misao fell into pace beside her. "So what happened Princess?"
Kaoru sneered. "The bastard stood me up, is what happened! I mean, I would expect that from a boyfriend maybe, but not a blood relative!" She took a deep breath as they reached the locker room to calm her anger, and then turned to her friend. "He didn't even try to call me on my cell, he just didn't show. I waited for about an hour before I just gave up and left."
The smaller girl held her went up to hug her. "I'm sorry Kaoru." Looking into her friends eyes, she could see the sorrow and anger held there."
Kaoru patted Misao on the back. "It's ok," she mumbled, gently prying her off. "I should have expected this, it's probably not going to be the last time." She turned to her locker retrieved her shoes, sat on the bench and proceeded to change for class.
Misao followed her friends' example and got ready for class sighing. "You know Princess, what you need is a man."
Kaoru stopped and stared at her friend. "Excuse me?" she laughed. "I thought I didn't need any other causes of stress in my life!"
Her friend joined in the laughter. "Yes but if you have one, then you can get one of his friends to date me!" She shrieked as she dodged the shoe Kaoru threw at her.
"Mou.Misao.honestly no help at all!" With a sly grin she snickered. "But Misao I thought you had your eye on a certain someone with no personality, no charm or." The last part was left off as Misao pounced on her friend, trying to cover her mouth.
"Shh.you twit! Someone might hear you!"
"Pes Idn fink etz." Kaoru struggled against the hand held tightly over her mouth. She was only released when she started to drool all over Misao's hand in retaliation.
"EEEWWWW Gross Kaoru!!!" Misao shrieked laughing in disgust and trying to wipe her hand on her friends' shirt.
Kaoru laughed and ran toward the classroom, Misao followed shortly after, looking for a way to get back at her friend, happy that she was feeling better.
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Age of Meiji
Battousai held the paper tightly in his hands. This mission was going to be longer and more pointless than any he had ever had before. He reread the letter one more time, hoping that he misread any of the other three times.
His leader was a very close friend with a major political advisor, whose life was apparently in jeopardy. However, Battousai's mission was not to protect the man's life, but the life of his daughter who name was; and he snorted at this, Princess. The red haired man groaned in frustration. He had half a mind not accept the mission and leave it to someone else, however the leader stressed his need to have only the best protection for this simpering little girl. Kenshin found it difficult to say no to the man who took him in during the revolution, and whom he still admired for his strength in his beliefs. So grudgingly out of more honor than necessity, Battousai agreed for this one last mission, though he was defiantly not very pleased.
He was to travel to Tokyo, were the family stayed and protect her until the threat of death was gone. So Kenshin found himself walking towards his destination, more than a day's journey left. His annoyance only grew at the thought of having to baby-sit a spoiled girl. Honestly, if the name Princess didn't give any clued to her upbringing, he would have to eat his shoe.
Onward he grumbled, to lost in thought to notice the sky changing from light to a darker more threatening shade. In the distance a rumbling could be heard. He was only brought back to reality when he felt a drop of water hit his nose. Cursing his luck he ran trying to find any form of shelter. Rain started pelting down harder until it was only a matter of moments that he was completely drenched. Overhead lighting danced across the sky, causing him to involuntarily flinch at the closeness of it, until one streak of lightning jumped ahead of him and hit a tree not ten steps from him causing a large branch to fall directly in his path. He quickly skidded to a halt, and looked at the sky, as if cursing it.
However what he saw quickly made his breath catch in his throat. A light had appeared above him. His hand flew up to shield his eyes as the white light engulfed him, causing his whole body to feel warm and numb, as he was blinded by it.
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(2003)
Kaoru ran toward her dojo, cursing her luck every step of the way. She still had a long way to go and it had decided to rain the first couple of minutes after she had declined a ride home from Misao. She still had her kendo outfit on because she had decided to stay after and practice some moves with her teacher, possibly the only one who could actually best her in a fair fight.
Lightening flashed overhead, along with thunder that threatened to split her eardrums. Covering her ears with her hands she continued her run until she could finally see her dojo in the distance. For a small second her heart pounded in her chest as another bolt of lightening flashed to close for comfort by her home, followed by a strange white light, however it only lasted a second, so she chalked it up to her eyes playing tricks on her. Quickly she splashed her way to her gate, soaked all the way through her cloths and shivering. "Kami, I can't wait for a nice hot bath!" She screamed out loud as she opened and closed the gate behind her.
She was just about to run to the steps when another flash of lightening streaked across the dark sky, illuminating the yard. Kaoru's heart stopped. Over by the koi pond was a body. She quickly dropped her school bag and ran over to the figure, quickly turning the stranger over. "My God," she whispered as she stared at his face. Even in the rain she could see how wonderfully handsome and sensual this man was, and with relief she noticed his inhale and exhales of breath. The rain began to pour even harder until it was getting difficult to see more than a couple of feet. Without a second thought she grabbed him under his arms and dragged him to the safety of her home, pausing only once to catch breath after dragging him up the steps and into the safe cover of the doorway. Fumbling for her keys, she finally unlocked the door, shoved it open and proceeded to drag the stranger into her home.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Sooo what does everyone think so far? And who can NOT guess what's going to happen. Just to clarify, I am going to explain Kaoru's nickname later on in the story. Again I want to warn of OOCness and I'm really not sure if I want to bring Tomoe in this. To tell you the truth I'm a little apprehensive about this one, I don't really have an idea as to where I want to take it. It's starting to sound a little serious, but I really want to do it more of a comedy. Please review and tell me what you think, your reviews could be the life or death of this fic. :}