Disclaimers: Rurouni Kenshin is NOT mine and never will be mine. - -;;
Warnings: Well, not to funny, just a story for boredom, really no major warnings. Swearing.. A little of blood and crap, nothing to extreme. Some slight funny Yaoi, nothing like my other fics.
Hey! And welcome to my first Rurouni Kenshin fanfic! Anyways, if you know me, you know I'm not a good writer so you can't expect much. There's a reason that I failed English. I have no idea what's going on when it comes to grammar and such so spare me from your flames. - -;;; Anyways, please keep all arms, hands and legs inside the vehicle at all times, make sure your seat belts are securely buckled, please no smoking, no drinks or food are aloud on the ride at all times. And remember, the close button is only a click away....
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Another High School Drama
The Meeting.
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Kenshin Himura was 17, his dad was here physically but not mentally and his mother was dead. He had long scarlet hair and bright lilac eyes. Popular? No, not really. Usually he wore a red tank top with his favorite band, black, baggy "punk" pants, army boots, with a lot of spiked jewelry. Always carrying a small knife in his pocket or something. He lived in a run down shack on the side of Sliver Sword tr.
Kenshin sat in his room, it was like any other kids room. A couple of posters on the black painted walls, a white and black guitar in the corner and a bed. He sighed. "Maybe someone's on I.M?" he thought out loud. Kenshin wandered his way down the wooden steps jumping over piles of dirty clothes and other random trinkets to see his father sitting at the table drowning himself in alcohol again. Kenshin sighed and moved the bottle of whiskey out of his shit faced fathers hand. He looked at it. He never really liked alcohol that much, it just didn't appeal to him. Kenshin walked into the other room and turned on the old computer. "Damn this is so slow." he said kicking it a couple of times before giving up and picking up the phone. He dialed his best friends number.
"Sagara residence." A familiar voice said.
"Hey Souzou, is Sanosuke there?"
"Oh hey Kenshin, yeah I'll get him on. Hold."
"Yup." Kenshin said. Sano's brother Souzou was pretty cool, he could play the drums.
"Hello?" Sano said tiredly.
"Hey Sano, man you sound bad.. What's wrong?" Kenshin asked.
"I'm tired dumb shit..." Kenshin was used to Sano swearing, he did it all the time after all.
"Well get your ass out of bed, were going to hang out today."
"We are...?"
"Yes. Now get out of bed and get something on."
At that Kenshin hung up the phone and put his knife in the back of his pocket. "Dad I'm going out!" He yelled only to get a "Muurph.." in return. Kenshin ran down the street. He was in shape and always caught the eyes of some girl.
"Hey Kenshin!!" one of his friends yelled from down the street. Kenshin turned around abruptly. "Oh, hey Aoshi!" Kenshin smiled brightly. Aoshi ran up to him, he was wearing a blue shirt, army pattern shorts, and a black trench coat. His ruffled black hair hanging in front of his face. With a cold pair of evergreen, narrow eyes. He was older then Kenshin by one year, he was mature, very mature, he always knew just what to do in a sticky situation and just how to deal with it then still look cool and collective at the end. "Where ya heading to?" Aoshi asked. "To Sano's place, wanna come?" Aoshi shrugged. "Sure, just let me call my dad." Aoshi took a silver cell phone out of his pocket and began pressing buttons. Beeping. He sighed, "It's not mine." Aoshi said blankly and tried again. It rang.
"Hello?" a voice said. "Misao, tell dad I'm hanging out with Kenshin and Sano ok?" Aoshi asked knowing what Misao was going to say. "Awwww, Aoshi can I come?!" Misao asked innocently. Kenshin sighed and brought his finger to his own neck and then moved it across. "No, now tell them or I wont let you come anywhere with me again, ok? Bye!" Aoshi hung up the phone before Misao could say anything. "Stupid sister."
They both began walking to Sano's house, a large white and brown house with a couple dead flowers in front. Kenshin rang the doorbell and looked through a window to see Sano trip and fall down a flight of stairs.
Eventually Sano rolled his way to the door and opened it. He was wearing a red bandana across his head, a white sweatshirt with the Japanese symbol for 'bad' on his back and blue shorts. He had chocolate brown eyes and tall, spiky, brown hair. The main question for him was: What do you use to keep your hair up?
"Hey Kenshin, Hey Aoshi." Sano said and walked out the door, but not before yelling, "Souzou! Tell Uncle Kamijyo that I'll be back!" Sano lived with his uncle because both of his parents were killed by a murderer three years ago. His uncle was sort of cool but very cold and none to talkative. Sano would always have that one white sweatshirt with him. It was the last thing his parents gave them before they died after all. "Ok." Souzou said and went downstairs to tell his uncle about his leaving. Sano closed the door and the group walked down the street. "You guys.. You know its kinda funny when you think about it, we all hold something that our parents gave to us.." Kenshin said pulling out his pocket knife and flipping out the silver reversed blade with 'Hitokiri Battousai' carved in it. Kenshin's old nickname when he did something pretty stupid, but that, is another story. My mother and father bought this for me, and you Sanosuke have that sweatshirt, and Aoshi you have the necklace." Aoshi looked down at the cross necklace around his neck and smiled. "Your right." Sano said. As the group continued walking....
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HH: Well that was the first chapter! Get ready for the next episode of Another High School Drama: The Awakening.
I'll give you a review for the next chapter: Kenshin Himura, a normal 17 year old with friends right? Wrong. Meet the return of a great enemy, and his plans to finish the battle that was started back in the Meiji Era. Will this abomination of a man get what he wants?
Sounds good eh? No, not really, review! ((Sorry the last chapter was so short!!))