Disclaimer: *Sigh* I wish I owned Rurouni Kenshin. I wish I did because I
don't.
My second story and my first Yahiko/Tsubame fic.
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"Uh! Yahiko! Where're you going?" Kaoru yelled at a running 15 year old Yahiko. It was another day at the Kamiya dojo and everything was still the same. Kenshin doing womanly chores, Sano gambling everything in sight, Kaoru smacking everyone with a bokken and Yahiko running out of the dojo to work at the Akebeko.
Yahiko turned around and shouted, " I have an all day shift at the Akebeko! Tae really needs my help today!"
"I think Tae will live without YOU of all people!" she yelled, quite irked.
Frowning, Yahiko ran faster, causing Kaoru to be more flustered. She threw down her wooden sword and stormed past a cooking Kenshin. "Kaoru? Is there something the matter?"
Kaoru walked back in with a wide smile on her face. "Oh nothing's wrong Kenshin," she replied through gritted teeth, " except for Yahiko ran away from practice for the third time this week." Kenshin simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Yahiko told me you wouldn't listen to him and pass on a message to you," Kenshin replied, going back to the miso soup he was preparing. Kaoru leaned on the counter and looked at him.
"Told you . . . what exactly?" she asked. Kenshin wiped his hands off on a nearby towel and turned to face her.
"That a group of men are coming by today," he answered, " He told me that Tae had no idea to whom these people were but that they are extremely rich. They rented out the Akebeko for the day." Kaoru frowned. Amazing, he'd tell Kenshin that but not her.
"So let me get this straight. Number one," Kaoru said, " He's ditching practice. Number two he's ditching to serve a room full of rich guys he doesn't even know. And three, he doesn't even bother to tell me this but tells you instead."
Kenshin frowned. "What's wrong with telling me?"
"Well . . . you're you," she simply answered before walking out the door. Kenshin turned back to his now over flowing pot of miso soup, shaking his head while trying to gain control of the food.
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"Well, it's about time you got here Yahiko!" Tae scolded, placing her hands on her hips. Yahiko began to chuckle nervously, looking around at all the men seated at tables. Some weren't even seated at a table but sitting on the bare floor there were so many of them. Yahiko stared in awe at all the men there.
"Sorry Tae. I had to explain to busu as to why I was so late," Yahiko lied, running to place down his bokken.
"Yahiko . . ." said a small voice from behind him. Yahiko turned around to come face to face with Tsubame. She seemed so different from four years ago. Her hair was no longer short but had grown about an inch or two, barely being able to touch her shoulders.
"H-Hey Tsubame! Need help with something?" he stuttered, trying to sound cool. She held up the tray for carrying the food in front of her and looked at the floor. *That is such a cute habit . . . * Yahiko thought but shook his head. *She probably doesn't even know I exist. Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up. *
"Um . . . I need you to go get some more rice balls for . . . table nine . . ." she whispered and turned around quickly to tend to another customer. *I wish I weren't so shy around him . . . * thought Tsubame, turning to go. *But I can't concentrate! He's to good looking! * As she turned around, she felt snatch on the tie of her apron.
"Hey!" an angry customer yelled, " I ordered sake, not tea!" Tsubame's eyes went wide and she bowed in apology.
"I-I'm sorry . . . I'll get you some right away!" she apologized and turned to the kitchen again, only to be grabbed by her wrist once more. "Y-Yes?"
"Get it right this time!" he ordered before pushing her away. Tae walked around to try and calm the man down.
"I'm sorry, but you'll need to be patient. In case you haven't noticed, there are at least seventy-five other people in this restaurant and I will not allow any of them, including you, to abuse the service," she said sternly, " so either get your act together or leave!"
The man stood up, smoothing out his silk gi. "Well, you could do better than getting tea mixed up with sake! They don't even look a like!"
"Like I said!" Tae repeated, maintaining her cool, " there are other people out here besides you!" The gritted his teeth.
"Don't mouth off to me! I'm the one paying you to give me service and you do it wrong!" he yelled and smacked Tae.
"Tae-san!" Tsubame cried, running over to the fallen owner. The grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back roughly.
"If it weren't for you and your lousy service, none of this wouldn't have happened!" he growled, his grip becoming to tight.
"Please let go!" she cried, trying desperately to pull away.
"Hey!" Yahiko called for the man's attention. The guy whirled around to see Yahiko in his fighting stance, his sword in hand. "You had better let her go!" (A/N I can't remember what age Yahiko earned enough money for a real sword so please remind me so I can change it but for now, the swords real!)
"What's a little punk like you gonna do?" he asked. Yahiko charged the man, smacking him in the side. The man clutched his rib cage in pain, dropping Tsubame to the ground. Tsubame quickly ran to Tae helping her up. Yahiko regained his stance and stared the rich person directly in the eye.
"That's enough!" a young male voice cried out. Yahiko and the stranger turned to see a boy about Yahiko and Tsubame's age, standing up at a nearby table.
"Stop Trowa," the boy commanded. He walked over and lowered Yahiko's sword.
"I guess I lost my temper again," Trowa said, standing. "Lousy service, im going somewhere else!" And with that, he stormed out of the Akebeko to find another place to eat. Yahiko ran past the teenager and went straight to Tsubame's aid.
Helping her and Tae up, he asked, "Tsubame you ok?" Tsubame shook her head yes and turned to the young man.
"Thank you for . . . helping us get rid of . . . that awful man . . ." she stuttered. She wasn't stuttering out of shyness but out of surprise. This guy was almost as cute as Yahiko. He had black hair, long enough to pull into a ponytail. His eyes were a deep blue, just as dark as Kaoru's. If she didn't know Kaoru, she'd probably think that they were related they looked so much alike!
"What's your name?" Yahiko asked. The boy stepped past Yahiko and took Tsubame's hand.
"I'm Ping Pang Pong," he said, "But must people call me Mushu." After introducing himself, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
Tsubame was at a loss of words before he asked her what she was called. "Ts-Tsubame . . ." she murmured, placing her other hand over her chest.
"And I'M Yahiko Myoujin!" Yahiko piped up, having to hand his sword to Tae so he wouldn't kill Mushu.
Mushu turned around and shrugged before going back to Tsubame. "I think you're doing a fine job of waiting tables. You'll have to excuse my friend for his rudeness."
Yahiko stormed over, snatching his hand away from Tsubame. "He is forgiven. Now go back to your table, PLEASE." Mushu simply grinned and went back. Tsubame looked at Yahiko in surprise.
"Yahiko! That was quite impressive!" she scolded before marching off in the other direction. It hadn't taken but five minutes for everyone to file out of the Akebeko. Mushu was still wondering around afterwards and Yahiko's eye hadn't left him at all.
*Yahiko acted strangely today . . . could he be jealous? * Tsubame wondered, washing off a table. "Tsubame!" a voice disrupted her thoughts. She turned around to See Mushu standing very close to her. Way too close for comfort.
"Do you know how I could get a job here?" he asked leaning forward. Tsubame didn't move a muscle.
"Yeah, you just need t-to talk to Tae-san," she answered, pointing upstairs to where Tae had resided after the incident.
"Yeah, go see her," Yahiko said sternly, putting his arm around Tsubame's shoulder. Tsubame felt the heat rise to her cheeks, feeling a bit of protectiveness falling over her.
"Alright," Mushu replied, giving Yahiko a small, quick sneer. Her turned to go up the stairs, leaving Yahiko and Tsubame alone. *Touch MY girl will he? That no good . . . * he couldn't but think.
"Um . . . Yahiko?" Tsubame's voice broke into his thoughts, "You can . . . let me go now . . ." Yahiko had forgotten about placing his arm around Tsubame and immediately removed it, scratching his head and laughing nervously. Tsubame looked away because of the fact that her face was turning a bright red. They stayed like that until Yahiko had to leave. On his way back he looked back at the restaurant, waiting for Mushu to come out. He never saw him but it was getting late and he needed to get back to the dojo right away.
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How was it? PaLEASE tell me it's good! PLEASE! And if it's not, tell me what I did wrong!
My second story and my first Yahiko/Tsubame fic.
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"Uh! Yahiko! Where're you going?" Kaoru yelled at a running 15 year old Yahiko. It was another day at the Kamiya dojo and everything was still the same. Kenshin doing womanly chores, Sano gambling everything in sight, Kaoru smacking everyone with a bokken and Yahiko running out of the dojo to work at the Akebeko.
Yahiko turned around and shouted, " I have an all day shift at the Akebeko! Tae really needs my help today!"
"I think Tae will live without YOU of all people!" she yelled, quite irked.
Frowning, Yahiko ran faster, causing Kaoru to be more flustered. She threw down her wooden sword and stormed past a cooking Kenshin. "Kaoru? Is there something the matter?"
Kaoru walked back in with a wide smile on her face. "Oh nothing's wrong Kenshin," she replied through gritted teeth, " except for Yahiko ran away from practice for the third time this week." Kenshin simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Yahiko told me you wouldn't listen to him and pass on a message to you," Kenshin replied, going back to the miso soup he was preparing. Kaoru leaned on the counter and looked at him.
"Told you . . . what exactly?" she asked. Kenshin wiped his hands off on a nearby towel and turned to face her.
"That a group of men are coming by today," he answered, " He told me that Tae had no idea to whom these people were but that they are extremely rich. They rented out the Akebeko for the day." Kaoru frowned. Amazing, he'd tell Kenshin that but not her.
"So let me get this straight. Number one," Kaoru said, " He's ditching practice. Number two he's ditching to serve a room full of rich guys he doesn't even know. And three, he doesn't even bother to tell me this but tells you instead."
Kenshin frowned. "What's wrong with telling me?"
"Well . . . you're you," she simply answered before walking out the door. Kenshin turned back to his now over flowing pot of miso soup, shaking his head while trying to gain control of the food.
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"Well, it's about time you got here Yahiko!" Tae scolded, placing her hands on her hips. Yahiko began to chuckle nervously, looking around at all the men seated at tables. Some weren't even seated at a table but sitting on the bare floor there were so many of them. Yahiko stared in awe at all the men there.
"Sorry Tae. I had to explain to busu as to why I was so late," Yahiko lied, running to place down his bokken.
"Yahiko . . ." said a small voice from behind him. Yahiko turned around to come face to face with Tsubame. She seemed so different from four years ago. Her hair was no longer short but had grown about an inch or two, barely being able to touch her shoulders.
"H-Hey Tsubame! Need help with something?" he stuttered, trying to sound cool. She held up the tray for carrying the food in front of her and looked at the floor. *That is such a cute habit . . . * Yahiko thought but shook his head. *She probably doesn't even know I exist. Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up. *
"Um . . . I need you to go get some more rice balls for . . . table nine . . ." she whispered and turned around quickly to tend to another customer. *I wish I weren't so shy around him . . . * thought Tsubame, turning to go. *But I can't concentrate! He's to good looking! * As she turned around, she felt snatch on the tie of her apron.
"Hey!" an angry customer yelled, " I ordered sake, not tea!" Tsubame's eyes went wide and she bowed in apology.
"I-I'm sorry . . . I'll get you some right away!" she apologized and turned to the kitchen again, only to be grabbed by her wrist once more. "Y-Yes?"
"Get it right this time!" he ordered before pushing her away. Tae walked around to try and calm the man down.
"I'm sorry, but you'll need to be patient. In case you haven't noticed, there are at least seventy-five other people in this restaurant and I will not allow any of them, including you, to abuse the service," she said sternly, " so either get your act together or leave!"
The man stood up, smoothing out his silk gi. "Well, you could do better than getting tea mixed up with sake! They don't even look a like!"
"Like I said!" Tae repeated, maintaining her cool, " there are other people out here besides you!" The gritted his teeth.
"Don't mouth off to me! I'm the one paying you to give me service and you do it wrong!" he yelled and smacked Tae.
"Tae-san!" Tsubame cried, running over to the fallen owner. The grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back roughly.
"If it weren't for you and your lousy service, none of this wouldn't have happened!" he growled, his grip becoming to tight.
"Please let go!" she cried, trying desperately to pull away.
"Hey!" Yahiko called for the man's attention. The guy whirled around to see Yahiko in his fighting stance, his sword in hand. "You had better let her go!" (A/N I can't remember what age Yahiko earned enough money for a real sword so please remind me so I can change it but for now, the swords real!)
"What's a little punk like you gonna do?" he asked. Yahiko charged the man, smacking him in the side. The man clutched his rib cage in pain, dropping Tsubame to the ground. Tsubame quickly ran to Tae helping her up. Yahiko regained his stance and stared the rich person directly in the eye.
"That's enough!" a young male voice cried out. Yahiko and the stranger turned to see a boy about Yahiko and Tsubame's age, standing up at a nearby table.
"Stop Trowa," the boy commanded. He walked over and lowered Yahiko's sword.
"I guess I lost my temper again," Trowa said, standing. "Lousy service, im going somewhere else!" And with that, he stormed out of the Akebeko to find another place to eat. Yahiko ran past the teenager and went straight to Tsubame's aid.
Helping her and Tae up, he asked, "Tsubame you ok?" Tsubame shook her head yes and turned to the young man.
"Thank you for . . . helping us get rid of . . . that awful man . . ." she stuttered. She wasn't stuttering out of shyness but out of surprise. This guy was almost as cute as Yahiko. He had black hair, long enough to pull into a ponytail. His eyes were a deep blue, just as dark as Kaoru's. If she didn't know Kaoru, she'd probably think that they were related they looked so much alike!
"What's your name?" Yahiko asked. The boy stepped past Yahiko and took Tsubame's hand.
"I'm Ping Pang Pong," he said, "But must people call me Mushu." After introducing himself, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
Tsubame was at a loss of words before he asked her what she was called. "Ts-Tsubame . . ." she murmured, placing her other hand over her chest.
"And I'M Yahiko Myoujin!" Yahiko piped up, having to hand his sword to Tae so he wouldn't kill Mushu.
Mushu turned around and shrugged before going back to Tsubame. "I think you're doing a fine job of waiting tables. You'll have to excuse my friend for his rudeness."
Yahiko stormed over, snatching his hand away from Tsubame. "He is forgiven. Now go back to your table, PLEASE." Mushu simply grinned and went back. Tsubame looked at Yahiko in surprise.
"Yahiko! That was quite impressive!" she scolded before marching off in the other direction. It hadn't taken but five minutes for everyone to file out of the Akebeko. Mushu was still wondering around afterwards and Yahiko's eye hadn't left him at all.
*Yahiko acted strangely today . . . could he be jealous? * Tsubame wondered, washing off a table. "Tsubame!" a voice disrupted her thoughts. She turned around to See Mushu standing very close to her. Way too close for comfort.
"Do you know how I could get a job here?" he asked leaning forward. Tsubame didn't move a muscle.
"Yeah, you just need t-to talk to Tae-san," she answered, pointing upstairs to where Tae had resided after the incident.
"Yeah, go see her," Yahiko said sternly, putting his arm around Tsubame's shoulder. Tsubame felt the heat rise to her cheeks, feeling a bit of protectiveness falling over her.
"Alright," Mushu replied, giving Yahiko a small, quick sneer. Her turned to go up the stairs, leaving Yahiko and Tsubame alone. *Touch MY girl will he? That no good . . . * he couldn't but think.
"Um . . . Yahiko?" Tsubame's voice broke into his thoughts, "You can . . . let me go now . . ." Yahiko had forgotten about placing his arm around Tsubame and immediately removed it, scratching his head and laughing nervously. Tsubame looked away because of the fact that her face was turning a bright red. They stayed like that until Yahiko had to leave. On his way back he looked back at the restaurant, waiting for Mushu to come out. He never saw him but it was getting late and he needed to get back to the dojo right away.
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How was it? PaLEASE tell me it's good! PLEASE! And if it's not, tell me what I did wrong!