Loving The Dead: Revised
DISCLAIMER: I don't own RK ! Leave me alone, you mean ol' Hamster lawyer! -throws a rock at a hamster in a lawyer suit-
Summary:
Kaoru Kamiya, has moved into her father's dojo, after the his death. But when she moves in, she encounters a strange and lonely red-headed man. Only strange thing about him is that he isn't so alive...K/K, A/U
NOTICE: Please notice, some of you may of read the other 'Loving The Dead' but this is a revised version of the it. Please read over! Thank you! -Kioku
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- Kioku-chan
(Italics are the dream or flashbacks)
Loving The Dead
Chapter 1: Strange Things Happen
I'm normally not a person to believe in such thing as ghost, spirits, or the paranormal...you can say I was just a normal eighteen year old girl, who has yet to understand the non-existance and paranormal...but what I didn't know, I was about to encounter the most strangest thing...
SLAM!
I let out a sigh and glared over at my best friend, Misao Makimachi, who has yet to drop another fragile box of my personal items.
"Misao! I told you to be careful with that!" I yelled.
She frowned and started to pick up the items that had fell out of the box.
"I'm sorry, Kaoru. I'm just so darn mad about all that has happened to you lately..." she replied.
I sighed. There has been alot of things happen lately...
"You know Misao, you shouldn't worry so much, it's my problem anyways...and besides, I'm not that upset.." I said and carried another box of items over towards the corner of the room. Today, me and Misao were moving my stuff to my father's kenjutsu dojo, whom died in a car accident in Kyoto about two weeks ago, and with that, my mother was so depressed over her husband's death, that she commited suicide. So, I was left alone in the family, except for my grandfather that is...thought I barely see him. My father died...my mother killed herself...I'm left alone...and alone with the unpaid bills on the dojo (not that it really matters..)...it was like I was cursed. Thinking about my parents...it made my eyes water..
I shook my head and wiped away the tears.
"Kaoru? Don't tell me you are just now crying.." said Misao, who noticed the tears, that I tried to wipe away.
"N-no! Of course not! I was just erm...well wiping away something in my eyes..that's all..heh." I said, nervously, trying to hide the fact that I was so depressed. I knew that Misao, knew that I hadn't cry at all over the past few weeks, and now I cry ! I'm such a baka...baka, baka, baka, baka...!
"Kaoru..." began Misao and put her hand on my shoulders,"I know that you are really sad inside, but you don't show it. You know..it's okay to cry...let out that sorrow.."
I stared at her.
I might sound stupid, but she sure did sound like a psychiatrist...though I knew she was only doing it out concern...and I knew myself, that I wanted to cry so badly...unfortunetly...at the moment I just couldn't...
I pushed her hand out of the way."Misao, I told you, I'm alright..." I said.
She frowned.
"B-but.." she said but was cut off by me.
"No buts...stop trying to make me cry, when I don't even want to.." I said in a very serious-tone.
Misao finally stopped bothering me and continued to work.
After an hour of moving...(and silence), Misao and I sat down on the porch together.
At this time, it was already past sunset, so it was around maybe 7:00?...
"Ahh...I'm so glad we're finished!" exclaimed Misao.
I nodded and smiled.
"Yep.." I said.
"Too bad that Rooster-head and the others couldn't make it..." she said, referring the 'rooster-head' to one of mine and her friend, the all-mighty...Sanosuke Sagara! With his rooster-like and chocolate-brown colored hair...
She stood up and looked at me.
"Well, I'm off.." she said, then turned her back and began walking towards the gate,"I have to go meet with Aoshi-sama.."
I smiled.
"Bye, Misao and thanks." I replied, then she waved her hand and left.
Aoshi-'sama' is Misao's really non-talkative boyfriend...he's nice and very smart...though very cold and hardly talks. I just don't understand how someone like Misao who is too talkative and hyper all this time could like him...not that nothing is wrong with him. I wish I had a boyfriend...though it seems impossible...I'm not that pretty..
Suddenly, I heard a growl...it seems I'm hungry...I haven't ate since this morning...
I stood up and walked towards the kitchen, instead of seeing a clean white table, with nothing placed ontop as I was expecting...there was a bowl of rice, miso, fried vegatables, and fish!
"Wow.." I said outloud and walked over towards the table to examine to tasty-looking food.
Did Misao cook this? How could she? She was right there in front of me, moving boxes in...could she of sneaked in to cook?
I smiled.
"Thanks, Misao..." I said, as if Misao was standing there.
I sat down and began to consume the delious food set in front of me.
Whoa...Misao can actually cook...(which is not fair! I can't even coook!).
As I continue to eat, I sensed presence in the room with me, like that feeling that you get, when you feel like someone is following you or watching you. I turned my head and for some strange reason...I coulda sworn I saw something red! Though, I saw nothing...
I bit my lip and turned back around, still having a strange feeling.
After a while, I had finished eating and cleaned up, I decided to unpack my clothes and change to get ready for bed. I walked out towards the training hall, where most the stuff, Misao and I had placed.
I looked around for a box with faded kanji that printed out,'Kao's clothes', on it, unfortunetly, after awhile, I never caught a glimpse of it. I sighed and decided to check outside, making sure that Misao hadn't accidently placed my clothes there, which I'm sure she did, since she can be a bit half-fast jobbed sometimes.
Yep, I was right, Misao DID place them outside, near my favorite cherry blossom tree, where I've had so many childhood memories around, like the time father and I had used to train the,'Kamiya Kasshin-ryu' at, ahh what fond memories. Anyways,instead of seeing my clothes just in a box, I found them neatly hung on a clothes line, near a clothes washing basin and a rolled up loin cloth.
That's definetly strange...I don't remember seeing Misao washing my clothes either..or did she?...
I smiled awkwardly and walked over towards the clothes.
Suddenly, I heard footstep from behind me. I quickly turned my head...there before me, I saw a man with amazingly bright red hair, tied back, soft violet-eyes, and wearing a magenta (or was it pink?) gi and white hakama.
To me, this was a bit strange, since its unusual nowadays to find people out on the streets of Tokyo, Japan, dressed in traditional Japanese clothes from the 1800's..unless it's a special day...in which today..it wasn't.
Plus, who the hell was he! And, why was he in my house without permission?
I gave the man a odd look and bowed.
"Ano...Konnichiwa, sir. I'm sorry, but may I ask, why you are here?" I asked, being politely as possible.
I hadn't notice this before...but there was a katana that was hanging from his hip. I gulped...who was the man anyways?..Doesn't he know that it was against the law in Japan now to carry weapons, like a katana around?..but from the way it looked..I don't think he's no ordinary man..
The man who seemed surprise for some unknown reason, gawked at me.
"K-koishii...you..you're back.." he said, softly.
I stared at him. Did he just call me 'koishii' ! Who was this man?..and why is he even carrying a sword into my home..without permission?...so many questions was running through my head..
I backed away from him.
"W-who are you..! A-And, why are you here?" I begun to say, and feel my legs weakening, because he began to come towards me.
"Oro? Koishii, are you alright? You don't seem to be feeling well, that you don't..." he said and he put his hand out, which was 3 inches away from touching me.
Suddenly, without even thinking, I grabbed the clothes washing basin. I closed my eyes and threw the basin at the man.
Then, I heard something hit the floor with a thump.
Oh-no..what did I just doo?...I might accidently kill that man!..
I opened my eyes, and noticed that the man was still standing before me, unharmed...and the basin was behind him, in pieces.
"I-I'm sorry...I was just so frighten.." I began to apologize, but I paused as he placed his hand on my face.
His hand...it felt like warm air...actually..I think it was...
To frighten to death to even speak...I quickly lifted my hand and slap his hand away...but instead of physically slapping his hand, my hand had actually went through his like I was slapping through warm air...
I gasped.
His hand...I hadn't realized it before...but I don't even think this was a 'man' anymore..
My hand..his hand...
What was he?
I stepped back and stared at him.
"W-what are you...?" I asked.
He smiled awkwardly and something totally unexpected...he replied:
"I'm just a spirit, that I am..."
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SO! How was it! For those, who have already read the the other 'Loving The Dead', so what do you think of the newly, edited and revised version? huh?..Better? Bad? Worse?...C'mon please tell me!
ANd sorry for leaving you at a cliffy!
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-Kioku-Chan