Juju: Hello this is a test story!
Holding back
Kaoru is a young girl holding back her feelings for anyone and everyone. Kenshin a young Hitokiri; known for assassinations and his skills with swords. But why did they meet if they don't want to love?
Chapter one
Two years, two long years, I'm sixteen now but. Why, why does this war have to last so long? I feel so lonely. All alone, too quiet, where are the crickets? So long, so long sense I've seen a night without blood.
It's said that there was a young boy. Fourteen years old, haunting with his golden eyes. Now that it's been two years he's sixteen. He's known by this hair, it's been told that all the men he'd kill was sucked up to turn his hair blood red as he murdered them. Staining his hair forever red. But it was a rumor right?
Where ever you go everyone fears the Battousai, his speed matches the gods and without emotion he would kill you in an instant. Everyone would panic if you were to say his name. They feared him as if he was a plague that was spreading faster then a cold.
Or so they say. But does he really act that way? Will they ever be able to understand the truth?
A young lady, about thirteen, she barely spoke as she walked about. Everyone called her Kaoru the Silent. Never had she talked to anyone when her parents died. Her mother died of grief when they found out that Masai Kamiya had died. (Kaoru's father). She would walk about, tall and silent, there were a few suitors in the last year. They always thought that sense she didn't talk it would be an easy catch.
Kaoru the Silent was better then that. She would always put her Kamiya Kasshin (spelling?) into use if they tried to advance on her. Never did a man get close to even touch her fair skin.
It's said, she was the angel sent down, her lengthy raven hair in a high ponytail. Bright sapphire eyes that shone when the sky was bright and her fair skin. One of the most attracting things about her was also her skin. She mostly stayed at home when it came to anything. The dojo to her was tall and strangely comforting.
~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~ How do they meet?
Kaoru stood at the back of the counter staring at the tall man; he was sweaty and swearing at her.
"You stupid bitch, you should talk when I'm talking to you!" He growled as he took a step at her. Kaoru got out an extra bokkon out of the closet as he advanced towards her.
Hold it steadily she glared at him, not noticing a pair of curious amber eyes watching her. It stared at the form critically seeing and taking in some parts.
"HA! You think that stick can help you! You need one of these!" He said his word swirling together from his drunken state. Her lips tightened from the sight of his Katana. She took an unknown stance and gracefully placed the bokkon in front of her.
She gave him a nod and ran at him dodging his sloppy trust and getting a cut on her left arm by his wakizashi. He gave a laugh at the small cut. Kaoru gave no sign if the cut and went out on another attack towards his shoulder to the pressure point.
After did she knock him out she took the amount of money that had to be paid for the drinks and gave the sign to the men to drag him out.
She turned to the ambers eyes and went to him. Kenshin watched as she walked to him. Making it much easier for him.
"You realize your bleeding?" Kenshin said his voice reaching her ears. She looked at him with a confused expression as his eyes traveled to her arm. Letting out an almost inaudible 'Oh' as she attempted to head back. Kenshin glanced at the small wound, it seemed it was nothing but a light cut.
Kaoru's eyes tried to focus but she only saw a blur of colors.
And that's it, this is a test if it turns out any better I might make it an actual story if not, all well, actually I'm really bored right now so I'm going to add a little more.
Day in and day out, Kaoru always wondered how she got home, it was a almost a year since she saw that man, and she was fourteen, at last. No matter what she did it always came back. His red hair, amber eyes, glowing like the fire, he was like fire. Burning within the heat. Without a doubt, he was an interesting character. Her friend at the restaurant said that he came there everyday before she was poisoned. The scar was healing; nothing bad, just a normal scar that had poison. No matter what, his image was burned into her mind. It was so frustrating. So she would go out.
Actually ever since he came, she started to practice her talking as well as writing skills, it wasn't as rusty as she thought it was. She still didn't talk much to other people so they still called her Kaoru the silent.
She stood at the banks of the river scooping up some silt and caught a glimpse of something dark under the bridge. It was a gi and it seems that there was someone that came with it. She was always curious, her parents would laugh when she was little, she would touch the water wondering why it slipped thought her fingers and stare at the clouds asking why they were so high.
Getting a closer look she gasped at the young man. He was out of it obviously and was soaked to the bones! He was pale and shivering. Kaoru panicked. "He was going to be heavy." Kaoru said to herself then realized how thin he was. He was almost as thin as her!
Placing the buckle down she went up to him. It was him, the man, from almost a year ago! It was no doubt about it! Even an old man could figure that out without a problem. The bold and vivid hair: and besides the fact that he still looked the same. She was sure of it!
She picked him up and noticed the cuts; Megumi would have to look at him. Taking off the scarf, she placed it around his neck as she gave him a piggyback ride and grabbed the bucket.
It was about two days and he didn't wake yet, he would let out a small whimper at time but that was it. He sometimes reached for the katana at his side, or at least where it's supposed to be. Which Kaoru got after she dropped him off and told them what happened afterward. They were shocked to hear her that was for sure.
THAT'S IT NO MORE! ARG. You guys can sit back and read another fanfic after you review this. God, I suck at this.
Holding back
Kaoru is a young girl holding back her feelings for anyone and everyone. Kenshin a young Hitokiri; known for assassinations and his skills with swords. But why did they meet if they don't want to love?
Chapter one
Two years, two long years, I'm sixteen now but. Why, why does this war have to last so long? I feel so lonely. All alone, too quiet, where are the crickets? So long, so long sense I've seen a night without blood.
It's said that there was a young boy. Fourteen years old, haunting with his golden eyes. Now that it's been two years he's sixteen. He's known by this hair, it's been told that all the men he'd kill was sucked up to turn his hair blood red as he murdered them. Staining his hair forever red. But it was a rumor right?
Where ever you go everyone fears the Battousai, his speed matches the gods and without emotion he would kill you in an instant. Everyone would panic if you were to say his name. They feared him as if he was a plague that was spreading faster then a cold.
Or so they say. But does he really act that way? Will they ever be able to understand the truth?
A young lady, about thirteen, she barely spoke as she walked about. Everyone called her Kaoru the Silent. Never had she talked to anyone when her parents died. Her mother died of grief when they found out that Masai Kamiya had died. (Kaoru's father). She would walk about, tall and silent, there were a few suitors in the last year. They always thought that sense she didn't talk it would be an easy catch.
Kaoru the Silent was better then that. She would always put her Kamiya Kasshin (spelling?) into use if they tried to advance on her. Never did a man get close to even touch her fair skin.
It's said, she was the angel sent down, her lengthy raven hair in a high ponytail. Bright sapphire eyes that shone when the sky was bright and her fair skin. One of the most attracting things about her was also her skin. She mostly stayed at home when it came to anything. The dojo to her was tall and strangely comforting.
~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~ How do they meet?
Kaoru stood at the back of the counter staring at the tall man; he was sweaty and swearing at her.
"You stupid bitch, you should talk when I'm talking to you!" He growled as he took a step at her. Kaoru got out an extra bokkon out of the closet as he advanced towards her.
Hold it steadily she glared at him, not noticing a pair of curious amber eyes watching her. It stared at the form critically seeing and taking in some parts.
"HA! You think that stick can help you! You need one of these!" He said his word swirling together from his drunken state. Her lips tightened from the sight of his Katana. She took an unknown stance and gracefully placed the bokkon in front of her.
She gave him a nod and ran at him dodging his sloppy trust and getting a cut on her left arm by his wakizashi. He gave a laugh at the small cut. Kaoru gave no sign if the cut and went out on another attack towards his shoulder to the pressure point.
After did she knock him out she took the amount of money that had to be paid for the drinks and gave the sign to the men to drag him out.
She turned to the ambers eyes and went to him. Kenshin watched as she walked to him. Making it much easier for him.
"You realize your bleeding?" Kenshin said his voice reaching her ears. She looked at him with a confused expression as his eyes traveled to her arm. Letting out an almost inaudible 'Oh' as she attempted to head back. Kenshin glanced at the small wound, it seemed it was nothing but a light cut.
Kaoru's eyes tried to focus but she only saw a blur of colors.
And that's it, this is a test if it turns out any better I might make it an actual story if not, all well, actually I'm really bored right now so I'm going to add a little more.
Day in and day out, Kaoru always wondered how she got home, it was a almost a year since she saw that man, and she was fourteen, at last. No matter what she did it always came back. His red hair, amber eyes, glowing like the fire, he was like fire. Burning within the heat. Without a doubt, he was an interesting character. Her friend at the restaurant said that he came there everyday before she was poisoned. The scar was healing; nothing bad, just a normal scar that had poison. No matter what, his image was burned into her mind. It was so frustrating. So she would go out.
Actually ever since he came, she started to practice her talking as well as writing skills, it wasn't as rusty as she thought it was. She still didn't talk much to other people so they still called her Kaoru the silent.
She stood at the banks of the river scooping up some silt and caught a glimpse of something dark under the bridge. It was a gi and it seems that there was someone that came with it. She was always curious, her parents would laugh when she was little, she would touch the water wondering why it slipped thought her fingers and stare at the clouds asking why they were so high.
Getting a closer look she gasped at the young man. He was out of it obviously and was soaked to the bones! He was pale and shivering. Kaoru panicked. "He was going to be heavy." Kaoru said to herself then realized how thin he was. He was almost as thin as her!
Placing the buckle down she went up to him. It was him, the man, from almost a year ago! It was no doubt about it! Even an old man could figure that out without a problem. The bold and vivid hair: and besides the fact that he still looked the same. She was sure of it!
She picked him up and noticed the cuts; Megumi would have to look at him. Taking off the scarf, she placed it around his neck as she gave him a piggyback ride and grabbed the bucket.
It was about two days and he didn't wake yet, he would let out a small whimper at time but that was it. He sometimes reached for the katana at his side, or at least where it's supposed to be. Which Kaoru got after she dropped him off and told them what happened afterward. They were shocked to hear her that was for sure.
THAT'S IT NO MORE! ARG. You guys can sit back and read another fanfic after you review this. God, I suck at this.