~* Everything Dearest *~
:: Chapter One: The Move to Tokyo ::
"The 750th red beetle . . . yippe . . ." Himura Kenshin thought sarcastically to himself.
He turned his gaze from the window, where his father, Himura Jiro, was laughing loudly with his two older brothers, Himura Koji and Himura Keisuke.
Scrunched up in the back seat of his father's three row SUV, Kenshin tried not to groan at the thought.
His father, Himura Jiro, was very tall: about 6 feet! His black hair was shaved into a military-style buzz cut, and he had muscles on his arms like Sylvester Stallone. He enjoyed physical sports, claiming that he had a natural talent. Secretly, Kenshin thought that it was also because he couldn't do anything else with his limited brain cells.
Koji and Keisuke were almost mirror images of their father: tall, rugged, strong, and stupid. They were also fans of physical contact, both being jocks in their former high school, Kyoto High. Their hair was also cut squarely, giving their heads a peculiar block look.
Koji, a senior, was the same height as their father at 6 feet. Technically, he was two years older, but having a serious lack of IQ, he was being held back. Keisuke was also a senior, and the right age, although Kenshin would bet his last cent that he would stay at the high school for a few more years, too.
And then, there was him.
Himura Kenshin: sophmore in high school. Just a few inches over five feet. Straight A AP and Honors student. An avid artist.
Oh, not to mention bright red hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck.
Kenshin swept a lock of hair out of his eyes. It was strange how the genetic pool worked. Two brothers are exact mirror images of the father, and the third was different in any and every way. Kenshin never knew what his mother looked like: she had died long, long ago.
His ears tuned in to the conversation up front about football, bikinis, and cheesy fries.
He turned his gaze back to the window, where trees passed by at an amazing speed.
How different he was from everybody he knew. His peers at school, his fellow classmates, his family.
He gently massaged his arms, hidden underneath a baggy black sweatshirt.
How different.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Kamiya Kaoru was always happy.
Kamiya Kaoru was always perky.
Kamiya Kaoru was always cheerful.
Screw it.
Sprawled on her bed, Kaoru bawled, bawled, and bawled. Even with her face in the pillow, the sound bounced back and forth in her room.
"It's alright, Kaoru," her best friend, Makimachi Misao, said, gently patting Kaoru's shoulder.
"NO!" Kaoru screamed, sobbing. "It's NOT OKAY!!! I wasn't good enough for Enishi, just not good enough . . . that's why he went with that . . . that . . . TOMOE!"
"But, Kaoru, it was an arranged marriage. He had no choice, I'm sure Enishi would've chosen you."
"Then why didn't I become the one his father arranged for him to marry!"
"Because his father knew you were too good for him."
"No, he's too good for me!"
Kaoru continued sobbing. "And . . . and . . . Enishi never told me about the marriage. He . . . I thought that we were going to be for real!"
Misao raised an eyebrow. "He never told you?"
"N-no."
"Well, then that just shows it."
Kaoru sat up, eyes red and puffy. "Shows what?"
"Oh, come on, Kaoru! He was just using you to score!"
"What? Enishi would never do that!"
"Think, Kaoru. Remember when you guys made out for the VERY FIRST TIME?"
Tears started to stream down Kaoru's face. "Y-yes . . . it was at the school dance, and we were in the garden, and he said . . ."
"AND HE WANTED TO TAKE YOU TO A HOTEL! Don't you get it, Kaoru? He was just a player trying to get as many girls in the sheets before the marriage!"
Kaoru sat up, face deathly pale.
"Oh, Kaoru . . ." Misao said, "I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean . . ."
"DAMN BASTARD!!!"
Misao blinked rapidly, surprised at the reaction from her friend. "Uh . . ."
"HOW DARE THAT BASTARD THING THAT I'M SOME KIND OF . . . Of . . . WHORE OF HIS OR SOMETHING!" Kaoru screamed.
Misao winced. "I don't think the whole neighborhood needed to hear that.
Kaoru, of course, was beyond embarrassment. Her face, once red from crying, was now red from anger. "That bastard! How dare he use me like that!"
Misao timidly twiddled her fingers. "I suppose, then, that it's a good time now to mention to you that he's been sleeping around with those twin sisters Kagura and Kanna Fujisawa?"
Kaoru's face turned into a dark purple. Misao nervously eyed her friend. "Uh . . . breathe . . ."
"BASTARD!!!!!!!!!"
After lots of counting and breathing, Kaoru finally returned to her regular self. Angry, but at least regular. She started throwing picture frames into the trash.
Misao blinked, confused. First that, now this. "Uh . . . Kaoru? What are you doing?"
"Enishi pictures. Stupid idiot doesn't deserve a space in my room. Ugly white-haired wart on a toad."
Misao grinned. Yep, her friend was back. "So I take it you're over him?"
Kaoru snorted. "I'm WAY over. That jerk doesn't even deserve my affections. I can't believe I shed tears over him. Geez, he can cuddle up to as many girls as he wants, he won't get me!"
"Yeah, inconsiderate jerk!"
"Mr. I get around to a lot of beds!"
"Man- prostitute!"
Kaoru stared at Misao. "Man- prostitute?"
Misao grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "True?"
Kaoru nodded, laughing.
Misao looked at her watch. "Well, it's about 2 right now. We can still make the first cheerleading orientation if we walk fast."
"Ok!" Kaoru said, back to her every cheerful self. "Let's go."
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Kenshin was sure that the next day, his arms would be aching. He had just carried about a million boxes into the new house. Okay, just about ten, but each was filled with heavy metal trophies. Seriously, if it had been anyone other than him, they would've collapsed already.
He shut the trunk of the car, and wiped the sweat off his brow. He tightened the red ponytail, which had come a bit loose. He looked over to the left. "Father, it's all done."
"Finally. It took you that long? Gods, I thought the movers would move faster than you, and they get paid by the hour. Can't you be more like your brothers?"
Kenshin looked away darkly. "I'd rather not," he muttered.
"Hey, dad," Keisuke said, grinning widely. "Look who's coming!" A thick, muscular arm stretched over, pointing to two girls in blue cheerleading outfits.
Koji's face broke into a wide grin. "Yay, hot girls in Tokyo! Tokyo rocks!" he said stupidly.
A few seconds later, the two girls were only a few steps away. One girl was small and boyish looking. She jumped around as if high on sugar, a long braid all the way down her back.
The other girl was a little taller, but still on the small side. Her hair billowed in its long ponytail, and she laughed at her friend's antics.
Both girls were wearing the navy blue and white ensemble that made it painfully obvious that it was a cheerleading outfit. Emblazed on the front in shiny material was the letter H.
"Hey, girls," Koji said, grinning widely.
Keisuke walked up too, and flexed his muscles. "You're cheerleaders, I take? We're both on the football team . . . for scholarship." He winked, and smiled stupidly.
"Hi . . . did you all just move here?" the girl with the braid said.
"Yep." Koji extended his hand. "Himura Koji. This is my brother, Himura Keisuke. We're seniors."
"Oh . . . twins?" The ponytailed girl said, smiling.
"Uh . . . no . . . Koji got dropped . . ." Keisuke said vaguely.
"Sure . . ." the braided girl said. "Well, I'm Makimachi Misao! Nice to meet you two."
"Kamiya Kaoru," the other girl said, smiling widely. "I'm glad to meet you!"
Kenshin gave one last look at the spectacle and looked away. Cheerleaders. Can't stand them.
Kaoru looked over. Dressed all in black, leaning against the trunk of the SUV, was a red-haired guy dressed in a baggy black sweatshirt and black jeans. "Hey," she said to Keisuke and Koji, "Who's that?"
"Oh, that's just our gay brother."
Kaoru noticed that the red-head's sullen face turned into a scowl at those words. "Seriously?" she said, amused.
"He's an artist. Isn't that so girly?" Koji said, with a laugh.
Kaoru, however, walked right over. He looked at her with the biggest and brightest lavender eyes. "Oro?"
She giggled and extended her hand. "Oro? What an archaic way of speaking! I take it, then, that you are familiar with old Japanese? By the way, I'm Kamiya Kaoru."
He blinked, and shook her hand. "Himura Kenshin. And yes, I am taking a medieval Japanese course this year."
"Wow, really? AP, right?"
Kenshin shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Somehow, I got in." Obviously, since he studied meticulously from those Japanese books all in middle school.
"That's great! Because I'm taking it too!"
Ok, now Kenshin was confused. Number one: A cheerleader talked to him. Number two: a cheerleader noticed the oro. Number three: A cheerleader is taking an advanced AP language class?
"Oh . . ." was all Kenshin could say.
"Well, Misao and I've got to go. See you in a few days, then? I hope you like Hiten High School! Bye Kenshin! Bye, Keisuke, Koji!"
Kenshin blinked at the retreating figures. Strange people these Tokyo girls were.
"Daddy," Koji whined. "Kenshin stole those girls from us!"
Kenshin muttered an oro silently to himself.
"Yeah! That Kamiya chic was going for me!" Keisuke said.
"All right, boys, I'll help. Now why don't we all go in?"
Kenshin watched the three members of his family walk in, and shuddered at the cold look he got from his father. Please, not again.
A chilling wind blew across the front yard, a complete difference from the balmy weather just a moment before.
:: End Chapter ::
Hey, what do you all think? ^^ This idea came to me one day in French, thanks to doodling! I was going to make Kenshin a punk, but it didn't seem right. One day, my friend Alice said "make Kenshin an artist." What a great idea! So I extended on it, making him an artise extraordinare! ^^
I know, I know, in some of my other stories I use liberal amounts of Japanese. But, recently, I consulted with a few people and websites, and noticed how horrible my use of Japanese is. So, instead of feebly trying to insert some words, I'm using English!
I borrowed the names Kagura and Kanna from Inuyasha. No, this is NOT a crossover. I repeat, NOT A CROSSOVER! I just didn't have any good ideas for Japanese names.
And, I did not copy any part from any story! As it goes on, it might resemble some Inuyasha fanfics, but I did not copy! I got this idea on my own, thank you very much. ^^
Please review and tell me what you think!
:: Chapter One: The Move to Tokyo ::
"The 750th red beetle . . . yippe . . ." Himura Kenshin thought sarcastically to himself.
He turned his gaze from the window, where his father, Himura Jiro, was laughing loudly with his two older brothers, Himura Koji and Himura Keisuke.
Scrunched up in the back seat of his father's three row SUV, Kenshin tried not to groan at the thought.
His father, Himura Jiro, was very tall: about 6 feet! His black hair was shaved into a military-style buzz cut, and he had muscles on his arms like Sylvester Stallone. He enjoyed physical sports, claiming that he had a natural talent. Secretly, Kenshin thought that it was also because he couldn't do anything else with his limited brain cells.
Koji and Keisuke were almost mirror images of their father: tall, rugged, strong, and stupid. They were also fans of physical contact, both being jocks in their former high school, Kyoto High. Their hair was also cut squarely, giving their heads a peculiar block look.
Koji, a senior, was the same height as their father at 6 feet. Technically, he was two years older, but having a serious lack of IQ, he was being held back. Keisuke was also a senior, and the right age, although Kenshin would bet his last cent that he would stay at the high school for a few more years, too.
And then, there was him.
Himura Kenshin: sophmore in high school. Just a few inches over five feet. Straight A AP and Honors student. An avid artist.
Oh, not to mention bright red hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck.
Kenshin swept a lock of hair out of his eyes. It was strange how the genetic pool worked. Two brothers are exact mirror images of the father, and the third was different in any and every way. Kenshin never knew what his mother looked like: she had died long, long ago.
His ears tuned in to the conversation up front about football, bikinis, and cheesy fries.
He turned his gaze back to the window, where trees passed by at an amazing speed.
How different he was from everybody he knew. His peers at school, his fellow classmates, his family.
He gently massaged his arms, hidden underneath a baggy black sweatshirt.
How different.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Kamiya Kaoru was always happy.
Kamiya Kaoru was always perky.
Kamiya Kaoru was always cheerful.
Screw it.
Sprawled on her bed, Kaoru bawled, bawled, and bawled. Even with her face in the pillow, the sound bounced back and forth in her room.
"It's alright, Kaoru," her best friend, Makimachi Misao, said, gently patting Kaoru's shoulder.
"NO!" Kaoru screamed, sobbing. "It's NOT OKAY!!! I wasn't good enough for Enishi, just not good enough . . . that's why he went with that . . . that . . . TOMOE!"
"But, Kaoru, it was an arranged marriage. He had no choice, I'm sure Enishi would've chosen you."
"Then why didn't I become the one his father arranged for him to marry!"
"Because his father knew you were too good for him."
"No, he's too good for me!"
Kaoru continued sobbing. "And . . . and . . . Enishi never told me about the marriage. He . . . I thought that we were going to be for real!"
Misao raised an eyebrow. "He never told you?"
"N-no."
"Well, then that just shows it."
Kaoru sat up, eyes red and puffy. "Shows what?"
"Oh, come on, Kaoru! He was just using you to score!"
"What? Enishi would never do that!"
"Think, Kaoru. Remember when you guys made out for the VERY FIRST TIME?"
Tears started to stream down Kaoru's face. "Y-yes . . . it was at the school dance, and we were in the garden, and he said . . ."
"AND HE WANTED TO TAKE YOU TO A HOTEL! Don't you get it, Kaoru? He was just a player trying to get as many girls in the sheets before the marriage!"
Kaoru sat up, face deathly pale.
"Oh, Kaoru . . ." Misao said, "I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean . . ."
"DAMN BASTARD!!!"
Misao blinked rapidly, surprised at the reaction from her friend. "Uh . . ."
"HOW DARE THAT BASTARD THING THAT I'M SOME KIND OF . . . Of . . . WHORE OF HIS OR SOMETHING!" Kaoru screamed.
Misao winced. "I don't think the whole neighborhood needed to hear that.
Kaoru, of course, was beyond embarrassment. Her face, once red from crying, was now red from anger. "That bastard! How dare he use me like that!"
Misao timidly twiddled her fingers. "I suppose, then, that it's a good time now to mention to you that he's been sleeping around with those twin sisters Kagura and Kanna Fujisawa?"
Kaoru's face turned into a dark purple. Misao nervously eyed her friend. "Uh . . . breathe . . ."
"BASTARD!!!!!!!!!"
After lots of counting and breathing, Kaoru finally returned to her regular self. Angry, but at least regular. She started throwing picture frames into the trash.
Misao blinked, confused. First that, now this. "Uh . . . Kaoru? What are you doing?"
"Enishi pictures. Stupid idiot doesn't deserve a space in my room. Ugly white-haired wart on a toad."
Misao grinned. Yep, her friend was back. "So I take it you're over him?"
Kaoru snorted. "I'm WAY over. That jerk doesn't even deserve my affections. I can't believe I shed tears over him. Geez, he can cuddle up to as many girls as he wants, he won't get me!"
"Yeah, inconsiderate jerk!"
"Mr. I get around to a lot of beds!"
"Man- prostitute!"
Kaoru stared at Misao. "Man- prostitute?"
Misao grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "True?"
Kaoru nodded, laughing.
Misao looked at her watch. "Well, it's about 2 right now. We can still make the first cheerleading orientation if we walk fast."
"Ok!" Kaoru said, back to her every cheerful self. "Let's go."
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Kenshin was sure that the next day, his arms would be aching. He had just carried about a million boxes into the new house. Okay, just about ten, but each was filled with heavy metal trophies. Seriously, if it had been anyone other than him, they would've collapsed already.
He shut the trunk of the car, and wiped the sweat off his brow. He tightened the red ponytail, which had come a bit loose. He looked over to the left. "Father, it's all done."
"Finally. It took you that long? Gods, I thought the movers would move faster than you, and they get paid by the hour. Can't you be more like your brothers?"
Kenshin looked away darkly. "I'd rather not," he muttered.
"Hey, dad," Keisuke said, grinning widely. "Look who's coming!" A thick, muscular arm stretched over, pointing to two girls in blue cheerleading outfits.
Koji's face broke into a wide grin. "Yay, hot girls in Tokyo! Tokyo rocks!" he said stupidly.
A few seconds later, the two girls were only a few steps away. One girl was small and boyish looking. She jumped around as if high on sugar, a long braid all the way down her back.
The other girl was a little taller, but still on the small side. Her hair billowed in its long ponytail, and she laughed at her friend's antics.
Both girls were wearing the navy blue and white ensemble that made it painfully obvious that it was a cheerleading outfit. Emblazed on the front in shiny material was the letter H.
"Hey, girls," Koji said, grinning widely.
Keisuke walked up too, and flexed his muscles. "You're cheerleaders, I take? We're both on the football team . . . for scholarship." He winked, and smiled stupidly.
"Hi . . . did you all just move here?" the girl with the braid said.
"Yep." Koji extended his hand. "Himura Koji. This is my brother, Himura Keisuke. We're seniors."
"Oh . . . twins?" The ponytailed girl said, smiling.
"Uh . . . no . . . Koji got dropped . . ." Keisuke said vaguely.
"Sure . . ." the braided girl said. "Well, I'm Makimachi Misao! Nice to meet you two."
"Kamiya Kaoru," the other girl said, smiling widely. "I'm glad to meet you!"
Kenshin gave one last look at the spectacle and looked away. Cheerleaders. Can't stand them.
Kaoru looked over. Dressed all in black, leaning against the trunk of the SUV, was a red-haired guy dressed in a baggy black sweatshirt and black jeans. "Hey," she said to Keisuke and Koji, "Who's that?"
"Oh, that's just our gay brother."
Kaoru noticed that the red-head's sullen face turned into a scowl at those words. "Seriously?" she said, amused.
"He's an artist. Isn't that so girly?" Koji said, with a laugh.
Kaoru, however, walked right over. He looked at her with the biggest and brightest lavender eyes. "Oro?"
She giggled and extended her hand. "Oro? What an archaic way of speaking! I take it, then, that you are familiar with old Japanese? By the way, I'm Kamiya Kaoru."
He blinked, and shook her hand. "Himura Kenshin. And yes, I am taking a medieval Japanese course this year."
"Wow, really? AP, right?"
Kenshin shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Somehow, I got in." Obviously, since he studied meticulously from those Japanese books all in middle school.
"That's great! Because I'm taking it too!"
Ok, now Kenshin was confused. Number one: A cheerleader talked to him. Number two: a cheerleader noticed the oro. Number three: A cheerleader is taking an advanced AP language class?
"Oh . . ." was all Kenshin could say.
"Well, Misao and I've got to go. See you in a few days, then? I hope you like Hiten High School! Bye Kenshin! Bye, Keisuke, Koji!"
Kenshin blinked at the retreating figures. Strange people these Tokyo girls were.
"Daddy," Koji whined. "Kenshin stole those girls from us!"
Kenshin muttered an oro silently to himself.
"Yeah! That Kamiya chic was going for me!" Keisuke said.
"All right, boys, I'll help. Now why don't we all go in?"
Kenshin watched the three members of his family walk in, and shuddered at the cold look he got from his father. Please, not again.
A chilling wind blew across the front yard, a complete difference from the balmy weather just a moment before.
:: End Chapter ::
Hey, what do you all think? ^^ This idea came to me one day in French, thanks to doodling! I was going to make Kenshin a punk, but it didn't seem right. One day, my friend Alice said "make Kenshin an artist." What a great idea! So I extended on it, making him an artise extraordinare! ^^
I know, I know, in some of my other stories I use liberal amounts of Japanese. But, recently, I consulted with a few people and websites, and noticed how horrible my use of Japanese is. So, instead of feebly trying to insert some words, I'm using English!
I borrowed the names Kagura and Kanna from Inuyasha. No, this is NOT a crossover. I repeat, NOT A CROSSOVER! I just didn't have any good ideas for Japanese names.
And, I did not copy any part from any story! As it goes on, it might resemble some Inuyasha fanfics, but I did not copy! I got this idea on my own, thank you very much. ^^
Please review and tell me what you think!
