To See with Eyes Unclouded
Prologue
By Sango-sama
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah...don't own Kenshin...blah blah blah..
This is my first fic for the Kenshin-verse. I hope to do more at some point because this series just grew on me, but I fear some of the people who enjoy my work in the Inuyasha and Harry Potter fandoms may hurt me if I don't go back and finish there soon! I'm actually going to try and write this a bit differently...an actually plan this out before I write.
This is still very much a draft form...which I do apologize for. Given some time this will be multi-chapter...but this is finals week.
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His head was throbbing. Bright flashes of color were swarming before his eyes, blurring his already clouded vision. A bandaged hand raked through his already messy hair, tugging at the dark, wayward strands in a vain attempt to divert the pain. The dim light of the street lamps seemed harshly bright to his drink addled eyes. His eyes wrenched shut, dispelling the offending light.
He had just walked out of the bar. A nearly empty sake jug gripped in his left hand. His lanky frame just hunched over enough so he could see the pebble he had been kicking along with his shoe.
Earlier that day, Suzume-chan had forgotten one of her toys at the dojo. And so, as payment for his mooching for that day, Jou-chan had sent him off with the toy in hand.
And Kenshin stood beside her, as both sent him off with a knowing smile.
Che.
He tipped the lip of the jug up to his waiting mouth, letting the bitter liquid roll down his throat. A thin trail of liquid dripped down his chin.
The Kitsune-onna...
He normally wouldn't have minded the opportunity for verbal banter with the kitsune. Much as he was loathe to admit...
Drinking a hell of a lot when he was happy let him drift off to sleep into an inebriated oblivion.
He swayed a bit, shifting his weight against a wall. The nearly empty jug was lifted back to his lips, the last drops of sake tingling as they trickled down his throat.
But when he was depressed...it only seemed to make him more miserable. The sake dulled his senses enough to forget for a little while. He didn't want to think. So he just drank.
His movements had grown sluggish. At the rate he had been going, he didn't want to think about the hangover he was sure to have in the morning.
"Kyaa!"
"Get away from us."
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A cup balanced precariously in surprisingly steady old hands, the liquid sliding back and forth nearly up to the edge. Genzai-sensei carefully made his way out to the porch to sit and drink his morning tea.
The cool morning breeze seemed just the thing to help him wake up, the sun just beginning to spread its warmth over the dew wet grasses. It was a perfect morning to enjoy the beauty of nature.
And so he would have done, if not for the unconscious body that lay sprawled across the wooden floorboards of the porch.
And the tattered white cloth that clung to the figures back.
Aku...
Sanosuke-san...
All thoughts of communion with nature abandoned. The cup clattered onto the floor, spilling its still warm contents across the boards.
"Megumi!"
Prologue
By Sango-sama
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah...don't own Kenshin...blah blah blah..
This is my first fic for the Kenshin-verse. I hope to do more at some point because this series just grew on me, but I fear some of the people who enjoy my work in the Inuyasha and Harry Potter fandoms may hurt me if I don't go back and finish there soon! I'm actually going to try and write this a bit differently...an actually plan this out before I write.
This is still very much a draft form...which I do apologize for. Given some time this will be multi-chapter...but this is finals week.
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His head was throbbing. Bright flashes of color were swarming before his eyes, blurring his already clouded vision. A bandaged hand raked through his already messy hair, tugging at the dark, wayward strands in a vain attempt to divert the pain. The dim light of the street lamps seemed harshly bright to his drink addled eyes. His eyes wrenched shut, dispelling the offending light.
He had just walked out of the bar. A nearly empty sake jug gripped in his left hand. His lanky frame just hunched over enough so he could see the pebble he had been kicking along with his shoe.
Earlier that day, Suzume-chan had forgotten one of her toys at the dojo. And so, as payment for his mooching for that day, Jou-chan had sent him off with the toy in hand.
And Kenshin stood beside her, as both sent him off with a knowing smile.
Che.
He tipped the lip of the jug up to his waiting mouth, letting the bitter liquid roll down his throat. A thin trail of liquid dripped down his chin.
The Kitsune-onna...
He normally wouldn't have minded the opportunity for verbal banter with the kitsune. Much as he was loathe to admit...
Drinking a hell of a lot when he was happy let him drift off to sleep into an inebriated oblivion.
He swayed a bit, shifting his weight against a wall. The nearly empty jug was lifted back to his lips, the last drops of sake tingling as they trickled down his throat.
But when he was depressed...it only seemed to make him more miserable. The sake dulled his senses enough to forget for a little while. He didn't want to think. So he just drank.
His movements had grown sluggish. At the rate he had been going, he didn't want to think about the hangover he was sure to have in the morning.
"Kyaa!"
"Get away from us."
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A cup balanced precariously in surprisingly steady old hands, the liquid sliding back and forth nearly up to the edge. Genzai-sensei carefully made his way out to the porch to sit and drink his morning tea.
The cool morning breeze seemed just the thing to help him wake up, the sun just beginning to spread its warmth over the dew wet grasses. It was a perfect morning to enjoy the beauty of nature.
And so he would have done, if not for the unconscious body that lay sprawled across the wooden floorboards of the porch.
And the tattered white cloth that clung to the figures back.
Aku...
Sanosuke-san...
All thoughts of communion with nature abandoned. The cup clattered onto the floor, spilling its still warm contents across the boards.
"Megumi!"