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Generation A Smile
by: MrFoshizzlePro
A/N: Hello my friends! I felt a little in the mood today to write some rather fluff-filled Kenshin and Kaoru drabbles, so here it is :) Though I don't expect this little fanfiction of mine to be swarming with reviews, I do hope you will take the time to enjoy them nonetheless ^^' I surely hope I won't make the characters entirely OOC in these drabbles, or OOC at all for the matter. However, if I so happen to, I apologize a thousand times over and hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. This amazing series belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki :)
Gazing Upon Her Beauty
What is the word... to describe such elegance?
What is the phrase... to name such beauty?
Only one name comes to mind as the red head so silently knelt by an ebony-haired woman, gazing down into her peaceful face as she slept.
That name is Kamiya Kaoru.
"...mmph..." She mumbled in her sleep. Kenshin was startled— afraid of waking her from slumber. Nevertheless, she quieted.
He sighed.
Kaoru.
Just the very thought of her name made Kenshin's skin tingle all over. He had always admired her from afar, even without her realizing it. Whether she was training young Yahiko, or attempting to cook in the kitchen, he had always kept an eye on her with much pleasure in doing so and all this time never mentioned a word of it to her.
There was something enticing about the Kaoru he knew. Somehow, even through the hardest of times... she always found a reason to smile in the end. The pure soul of that smile forever shined strong and true.
Kenshin extended out a hesitant hand to Kaoru's long hair left astray over the futon. He desired to touch it— to run his fingers through her silky smooth hair and to feel the ebony locks run through his finger crevices like water. It was another of her traits that only proved her all the more beautiful to look at.
Carefully and with animalistic grace, his hand moved down and ran along the stream of hair glowing in the moonlight through the rice paper walls. It felt just as soft as Kenshin had imagined it would. He smiled in contentment.
Kenshin thought, Everything about you is indescribable, Kaoru-dono. If only sessha could—
— but he knew he couldn't. Not now, maybe not even ever.
As much as the burden grew day-to-day seeing Kaoru and not admitting his feelings to her when the time was right, Kenshin knew that the protection of her happiness came first and would overcome personal feelings at any cost. Besides, keeping Kaoru clueless of his love for her would be best for them both. It would save her spirit from heartache and misery.
Most of all, it would save her from harms way.
And in harms wake was only himself.
To protect the sake of Kaoru-dono's happiness...
"...K...Ken...shin...?"
Deep blue eyes shadowed by a mixture of tiredness and curiousity turned to meet his own. Kenshin shook himself from his mind and hastily withdrew his slightly trembling hand.
"Is everything alright, Kaoru-dono?" he whispered softly, feeling guilty for being the probable cause of her immediate wake.
Kaoru dipped her head slowly in response. She murmured, "You haven't slept at all, have you Kenshin?"
Kenshin chuckled quietly at that. He replied, "A lot has been on sessha's mind lately, is all. I've been thinking a little bit about..." A prolongued silence hung between them suddenly. He blinked his violet eyes in surprise upon the feel of a creamy hand sliding onto the surface of his cheek.
Kaoru stared up at him through a thicket of bangs, smirking.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me," she told him. "I know."
Her thumb brushed against the scar thoughtfully. "Don't think that you have to tell me anything you don't want to. Everyone has their fair share of secrets, including me. It's a matter of time that tells of them, not the state of mind a person is in. Tell me when you want to. And when you do, I promise you that nothing, not anything, will ever change between us."
Kaoru leaned her head in close and placed a chaste kiss quickly on his cheek. Then, with a rosy face and a sigh, she sunk back into the comforts of her futon and proceeded to fall back asleep.
Kenshin remained frozen; stunned.
His hand warily touched the spot where her kiss still lingered with a rather warm sensation reverberating from it. A slight blush creeped onto his cheeks.
One day, Kaoru-dono... Kenshin tip-toed to his own room and slipped into bed, the sweet memory of her kiss, her face, and her words bared in his mind.
One day, sessha will tell you how he feels, that I most certainly will.
— Owari —