** I wish I didn't have to say this all the time; it makes me feel sad ( I
don't own Rurouni Kenshin. It belongs to Watsuki-san. Now I'm sad (
Kami-sama, she's beautiful.
That ebony hair, her pale skin, her dark eyes, the mystery of what she's really feeling, everything about her is just beautiful. She's smart, too. She knows how to do everything you could ever ask. I didn't nickname her Kitsune for nothing, after all.
She's so hesitant to get close to anyone, though. I guess I don't blame her. None of her family survived the Bakumatsu, and Kanryuu had her make opium, against her dreams of becomming a great doctor. She's a little like Kenshin, always trying to bear everything on her shoulders. She doesn't realize that when she flirts with him, it kinda hits a sore spot in my heart. Our arguments are more of a way for me to hide what I'm really feeling. Sometimes, when everyone thinks I'm sleeping, I watch her through my nearly closed eyes. The way she moves, it's like she's always dancing.
But what place do I have with her? It was never proper for a doctor to associate herself with a worthless ex-gangster like me. There's no way I could help her. My luck with dice has pretty much run out, and I hardly have money to support myself. She'd be much better off without me. The only way I could help her is to protect her, and I can't always do that. But I'll always try to keep her safe.
I hope you'll understand one day, Megumi.
This is pretty much my shortest piece. It really sucks now that I read it. Oh well. Please review, but be nice. Most of what I write is K/K, but I'll be working on 2 sano/megumi stories sometime in, a really really long time.
Kami-sama, she's beautiful.
That ebony hair, her pale skin, her dark eyes, the mystery of what she's really feeling, everything about her is just beautiful. She's smart, too. She knows how to do everything you could ever ask. I didn't nickname her Kitsune for nothing, after all.
She's so hesitant to get close to anyone, though. I guess I don't blame her. None of her family survived the Bakumatsu, and Kanryuu had her make opium, against her dreams of becomming a great doctor. She's a little like Kenshin, always trying to bear everything on her shoulders. She doesn't realize that when she flirts with him, it kinda hits a sore spot in my heart. Our arguments are more of a way for me to hide what I'm really feeling. Sometimes, when everyone thinks I'm sleeping, I watch her through my nearly closed eyes. The way she moves, it's like she's always dancing.
But what place do I have with her? It was never proper for a doctor to associate herself with a worthless ex-gangster like me. There's no way I could help her. My luck with dice has pretty much run out, and I hardly have money to support myself. She'd be much better off without me. The only way I could help her is to protect her, and I can't always do that. But I'll always try to keep her safe.
I hope you'll understand one day, Megumi.
This is pretty much my shortest piece. It really sucks now that I read it. Oh well. Please review, but be nice. Most of what I write is K/K, but I'll be working on 2 sano/megumi stories sometime in, a really really long time.