Disclaimer: I do not own Kenshin or any of the characters or Starbucks (I just an unhealthy addiction to both of them!)

Hello everyone! This is my third Kenshin fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it! I actually got this idea from writer's block! (Weird, huh?)I really hope you like it so here is the first chapter of: Prince Charming.

Also, this is my first story in 1rst person, so be easy on me!

Summary: A bored fantasy author is running out of ideas for her new story, but when she runs into a man at a coffee shop she meets inspiration: A real-life Prince Charming! KK AU

Chapter One:

"Have you ever gotten writer's block so bad that you wish it was a person so you could hit it over the head? (And watch it die a horrible and painful death?)"

I wrote that out in the notebook that I was supposed to be writing my new story on. Unfortunately, that was the only thing I wrote! I couldn't think of anything anymore! I was dried out at the age of 24!

I banged my head against my dining room table. A few seconds later I realized that it hurt, and I cried in pain. This wasn't the first time I had tried to sit down and attempted to write. In fact it was around the eightieth time in the past week! My publisher was going to call this afternoon and I had nothing to tell him!

What was I going to tell him? Was I going to tell him that I had no story whatsoever?

For the past three summers I had had a book published every year. It usually took my stories a year to get written, edited and published. This time I hadn't even thought of an idea and I had nine months to go!

I moaned and went to get some ice out of the freezer to place on my sore head.

I had always written fantasy works and they usually did pretty decently on the market. I had a nice sized fan club and they were all waiting anxiously for the next book. I don't know about everyone else, but I'm a sucker for pleasing other people. Most people think that I have a low self-esteem. (I wouldn't bother to argue with them.)

I collapsed on the chair again and glared at the notebook. 'What do I write about?'

Just then the phone rang and I jumped out of my seat, which crashed to the ground and I eventually tripped on.

While limping slightly, I hesitantly made my way to the phone, "Hello?" I asked when I picked it up.

"Kaoru, darling! How are you doing?" my publishers voice came through quite clearly and loudly.

"I'm… fine, Kamatari," I hesitantly spoke as I massaged my temple that was throbbing in pain.

"Honey, you don't sound too fine. Do you want me to come over there and give you some of my homemade miso soup?"

"No thank you, Mr. Kamatari!" I declined quickly. Kamatari's homemade miso soup tended to taste like feet. It sometimes was even worse than my own cooking (which was saying quite a bit considering that at the last family reunion, every one spent the majority of the time fighting for the bathroom.)

"Are you sure, honey? You don't sound so great."

"I just have a little headache at the moment," I replied as I got out some water from the refrigerator.

"Oh! I'm sorry, darling! I hope it's not getting in the way of your writing!"

"Actually, that's kind of what I wanted to talk about."

I started to twist my hair with my finger, as I always tend to do when I got nervous.

"I kind of don't have an idea on what I'm going to do…" I mumbled as I started to nervously twirl it faster.

"Do you mean you've written fifty pages and you don't know what to do?" His voice was getting a little bit on edge.

I didn't reply.

"Forty pages," His voice was just a wee bit nervous.

"No."

"Twenty-five pages," he was starting to get a little panicky.

"No."

"Ten pages!" I could hear him on the other end tapping his fingernails on his desk.

"No…"

"Five pages!" His breathing was getting quicker.

"No!"

"One page! Tell me you've gotten one page accomplished!" he was shouting by then.

"No!"

"Tell me that you've got at least the basic plot of the story!" I could almost see his right eye twitching.

"… not really."

There was a long pause, but finally he said something… okay yelled something, "Kamiya! What the hell am I paying you for? We have a five year contract and all you do is sip mocha and watch soaps! I love you and all, but if you don't come up with an idea by tomorrow, you're fired!"

He kept on breathing harshly for a while but after he had spit that out, he said something a little bit gentler.

"I'm sorry, honey. But you have to get working or it's either going to be you or me that gets fired. Again I love you, but I really don't want to be job-less. I have to say though that I do love your work and I will be disappointed if you don't call me by tomorrow. Hugs and kisses!" I could hear him blow a kiss on the other line and hang up.

I rolled my eyes as I placed the phone back in its cradle. Only Kamatari would end a threatening conversation like that with 'hugs and kisses'.

In the end I was kind of mad, but not at Kamatari. 'Why can't I think up an idea?'

He had mentioned that I had an unhealthy addiction to coffee and daytime dramas, which was entirely too true.

'Maybe if I went to Starbucks I could get a little bit of an idea,' I thought as I picked up my purse and my notebook and walked out of my small apartment.

Starbucks was only a block away from me (like it is from everywhere) and I could easily walk there in two minutes.

When I walked in, I was surprised that no one was there except for a redheaded man who was behind the counter and glancing through a magazine. I sighed loudly and sat down at one of the small tables. I knew that if I got coffee now I would never be able to concentrate.

I tied my long black hair into a ponytail and glared at the notebook. What would the story be about? Would it be a quest? Would it be a romance? Would it be mainly about character development? Or would it be a mixture of all three?

I sat there for an hour pondering until I finally lost my patience and I threw the notebook to the other side of the room. Unfortunately I didn't see the redhead in front of me and it aimed directly at his head and he fell to the floor. Normally he probably wouldn't have fallen down; but have you ever met a really pissed off author who has studied kendo for the majority of her life?

I gasped, "I'm so sorry!" I apologized as I ran forward to the very startled man.

He struggled to get up as I tried to pull him.

"Oro," was all I heard the man mutter as he stumbled to his feet.

I was confused. What did 'oro' mean? Was it some kind of foreign curse word? After all this man did have bright red hair and that seemed very foreign for someone who lived in Japan.

When the man could finally stand up straight, he looked up at me and smiled. "I would hate to be the man who tried to attack you, miss."

I blushed furiously and tried to avoid his eyes. I mumbled another sorry and tried to pick up my notebook again. But he got there before me. "I believe this is yours, miss."

He handed it to me and I turned a deeper shade of red. What a gentleman! This man at least deserved an explanation of why he just got pelted over the head with a notebook!

"I'm so sorry! I'm an author and my publisher said that I need to get an idea by the end of today or I'll get fired!" I gazed at my watch and realized that it was 5:00 already. "Shit!" I spoke a bit too loudly.

The man chuckled but then he finally replied. "I love to read. What's your name? I might have read your books before."

"You probably haven't, I'm not that famous" I said modestly as I scratched the back of my head.

"Well I've read a lot. What's your name?"

"Kaoru Kamiya," I replied as I gazed into his deep violet eyes. I felt like I was about to drown in them. He was so perfect and hot! Then I realized something, 'Wait! If he's this perfect, he probably either has a wife or even if he didn't, he probably wouldn't be too interested in me!'

"Kaoru Kamiya!" he exclaimed "I've heard of you! Didn't you write The Silent Sword? I just finished that book and recommended it to a friend and he loved it too! And believe me, my friend Sano normally doesn't like to read!"

'Damn this man is so perfect that he's even puffs up my ego!' I thought as I stared at this seemingly flawless man. His muscles were perfectly toned and his eyes could melt any girl's heart on the coldest days. Even the cross shaped scar on his left cheek made him look handsome.

I looked to the side and muttered, "I'm not that good."

The man laughed and walked back of the counter again. "Hey! Do you want some coffee?"

"Okay."

I smiled at him and then opened my purse.

"Damn it! I forgot my money at home!" I started to blush again as I realized that a lady shouldn't curse in front of a man, especially one this dreamy!

The man laughed a little and said, "That's fine! It's on the house!"

I tried to refuse, but he wouldn't take it. "You've gone through enough stress; I insist!"

I sighed and gave in. Normally I wouldn't have, but I was really tired.

He asked me what my favorite kind was and got it ready for me. When he handed me my mocha I noticed something. He had calluses on his hands that you would only find on people that had studied kendo.

"You used to study kendo, didn't you?"

"I did," he muttered as he grabbed a rag and started to clean the table.

"What's your name?" I asked as I watched him scrub away imaginary stains on the perfectly clean counter.

He looked up at me with those dreamy eyes again. "Kenshin Himura."

I gasped, "The Kenshin Himura? The one who was a legend at my high school and led the school to the championships three years in a row?"

He looked down. "If you mean Juppongatana High… yes I did…"

"You were the biggest legend in the school! When I went there all the people on my team were always compared to your standards and no one could match up to it! I always tried to, but no one could reach the 'Battousai's' level! Why did you quit?"

He looked to the side and he said in a rather sharp voice, "I had a very painful experience and I don't wish to discuss it."

"Oh," I said quietly as I began to sip my mocha. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I finally spoke up. "Why do you work here then? I've never seen you here before and I come in all the time."

"I guess I like to wander a bit."

He gave me his breath-taking smile and walked passed me.

Something struck me at that moment.

'Wander… swordsman… wandering swordsman…'

"Rurouni!" I shouted and Kenshin's face turned to me and stared.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Thank you so much!" I ran up to him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him on the cheek which held to scar on it.

I got off of him and started dancing around the room and laughing.

He touched the place that I kissed him on the cheek and stared at me. Finally he asked, "Thank you for what?"

"You just gave me the idea for my new book, Kenshin! Thank you so much!" I picked up my purse, notebook, and mocha and jogged towards the door. When I reached there, I turned around and waved at him.

"Bye!" I called cheerfully.

He waved back and whispered 'bye' back with a confused look on his face. He turned around and shook his head as I dashed home with a huge grin on my face.

A/N: So…? How do you like it? Should I continue? And if I do… should I have it completely focus on K/K? Or should I bring in some other pairings, and if I do, what pairings?

Also, I don't know anything about the Japanese publishing business or how many Starbucks' they have. If you do know, please tell me!

P.S. I usually never use Japanese words in my fics, but I had to add the 'oro' part!

Please review!

-rm/bo