Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. "She's no you" belongs to Jesse McCartney. Yes, that's right. RadioDisney himself.
Summary: Enishi watches Kaoru watch the sea.
A/N: Another lyric challenge. "She's no you" is the line quoted. Again, not a songfic, just chose the line from a list of lyrics.
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By: gure
Enishi watched the young woman standing by the window. One hand rested on the glass, as if she could reach right through to the sea. Her long, dark ponytail trailed down her back to her waist. From where he was standing in the doorway, he could only see part of her profile. A curve of cheek, the tip of her nose.
If she knew he was there, she gave no indication. That was fine with him. He just wanted to...watch. Maybe look for some hint of his sister. Perhaps figure out why Battousai was so fond of this young woman. He wasn't exactly sure. She was almost the same age as his sister when she died. Her hair was just as long and glossy as Tomoe's. Her nose turned up a little at the end, just like Sister. She was even the same height. But that was hard to gauge. He'd been so much shorter, then.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then reopened them. She had a tendency to fidget. In the time he'd been standing there, she'd fiddled with the sash of her robe, shifted from foot to foot, scratched at a bit of paint on the window pane. Tomoe had a stillness about her, never moving unnecessarily. Tomoe could cook. He still couldn't identify the slop this young woman had attempted to serve him.
He must have made a noise then; Kaoru whirled around to face him, eyes wide. Almost immediately they narrowed in anger, and she returned to her vigil by the window. Her back was rigid, and she clutched the windowsill like a lifeline. The tranquil atmosphere was shattered, charged by her anger.
Enishi quietly left the doorway, heading down the hall. He needed some air. Tomoe, she's no you.