Wishing for the Never

Disclaimer: I don't own Kenshin, but I do own this idea! –Cheers-

Joh: Just thought I'd make a cute one-shot for Kenshin.

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I yawned and leaned back in the chair. Boring. This week had been boring.

With one hand I brushed my long red bangs out of my eyes and cast a blank look around at the small coffee shop. What was I doing here? I certainly had better things to do then spend my time idling away at a second rate store.

Of course, the answer to that question was simple and obvious when you really thought about it.

I allowed my gaze to sweep back over to the teenager working at the counter. Her long black hair was tied back in a high ponytail, waves of luxurious locks falling down her back to rest at her slender hips.

Creamy pale skin contrasted with the dark hair framing her heart shaped face, bright blue eyes were focused on the customer at hand, and dark lashes framing them.

I quickly looked away back at my coffee and half eaten Danish when she felt my stare and turned. After a minute of breathless waiting I stole another glance.

She was handing a mug of coffee to a man and their hands briefly touched, sending a flare of jealousy up my spine.

This was silly. Especially for me.

You see, I'm not the type of person who wastes time like this, watching a girl I don't even know the name of. I'm the kind of man who eats five course meals every night, goes home after work to a mansion, falls asleep in a king sized bed.

I'm the kind of man who kills.

Yes, that's right. You heard me correctly. I kill. That's my job. I'm an assassin, and I'm damn good at it.

But do killers like me watch gentle girls who work under wage every afternoon? No. And yet, here I am.

As I said before, it is quite silly.

My eyes soften to a mellow violet color as I watch her lean back on the heels of her feet, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

She's beautiful.

As each day passes I find her more and more breathtaking. From the way she smiles so easily, to the way her eyes flash when she has to deal with a fussy customer.

I want it all…

But no.

It's just a wish.

I smile grimly to myself and drain my cup, throat burning from the hot liquid. But I don't care. Just knowing I could never be with her, never hold her hurts me enough.

I get up to throw my trash away and realize she's watching me with slight interest. Of course, it's nothing compared to my fascination of her.

I turn after chucking the empty cup and our eyes meet.

The world didn't stop, the tumultuous noise doesn't fade away, our eyes simply greet each other, and then she looks away, seeing me as just another man.

I go back to my seat by the window and stare at my Danish. I almost laugh at myself. Even I did learn her name, even if she did come to love me, I still couldn't be with her.

Because I'm Kenshin Himura, Battousai.

I'm simply wishing for the never.

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Joh: How was that? I know it's short, but that was all there was to say.

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