It is best to hear Kenshin's personal description of Kaoru in his diary.

"If words can duplicate the image that has blessed my eyes, I will take it upon myself to use their wonder. This picture, rather vision, of frivolous enjoyment is none other than her honorable hostess, Lady Kaoru. Troublesome, emotional sufferings have overcome my very heart with the need to manifest a document that declares her magnificent person to be the one whom I love."

He taps his pen against his paper at this point. Tilting his lean face upwards and puckering his mouth in a thoughtful expression, Kenshin breaths deeply.

Gentle but firm words stir in his bones, and he lifts his pen again.

"Perhaps, this is the very moment I am obligated to bestow my reasons for this violent affection. Having contemplated Lady Kaoru, it is fitting to withhold the descriptions of her finest qualities until the last moment. I shall start with her face, if I dare. Her eyes are the very essence of honey. They are quite lacking in acidity or sourness, and are devoid of corrosive substances. Smile or frown, I find her character to be neat. One time we went skating and it was fun. Her hands are like maple syrup drizzled over gooey pancakes."

Once again, Kenshin drops his writing utensil. Hesitantly he rises from his office chair and sneaks past his coworkers. After grabbing some pancakes from IHOP for an hour, Kenshin returns, his soul and mind still on fire with a diary entry to write.

"I can scarcely start on her hair. Blinding folds of chalybeous silk haunt me during the hours she is no longer in view. Upon imagining her stature, I understand that her charms flow from not only within but without."

Kenshin swivels his chair. "Without"? He shrugs, eagerly recognizing that he means well so it should not matter whether the word "without" was misused or not. He sets back to work.

"Her charms are not merely physical representations, however they are portals to inner traits. Portals that allow people such as myself to wonder at the great mysteries that are essential to the backbone of her personality. The further I stare at her lovely eyebrows the more I consider what possessed her to pluck them so? There I have proven the portals between physical attributes and inner qualities. I am in a true state of being pleased."

Feeling overcome by swelling confidence and pride due to his discovery, Kenshin decides to take a break before his own diary entry accidentally ends up being about himself. That could get ugly. Without warning Kenshin's pathetic "you got mail" alert calls out. Swiveling to his computer, Kenshin clicks his mouse a couple times and waits thirty minutes for the next page to load. Lo and behold, the specimen herself, that Kenshin had been marveling, has graced this unsuited lowly man with a virtual letter via email. He opens it. Another thirty minutes later, he reads:

Dear Kenshin,

You assistance is the only one that I would think to ask for. I need help. Meet me at midnight.

Always on Good Terms,

Kaoru