Can you feel the love tonight?
by amaterasu
Disclaimer: I don't own RK. Not lovable Kenshin, Sano the Ahou, Ever-stoic Aoshi and Babe-you're-such-a-hunk Saitou. They all belong to the great Watsuki-sama. Thank you for them!
"I must get to him. To Himura."
--Part One--
The short man trudged through the busy streets of Tokyo. The heat was ruthless as the hustle and bustle of people pushed him around. Still he kept going, his determination steeling his frail body and furnishing his energy. He would do anything for the woman he loved for so long. He must get to him, fast.
"Kenshin? What's for lunch?" Kaoru's voice rang clear in the midday breeze. The redhead smiled and continued to stir the miso soup. Moments later, Kaoru was in the kitchen and was sniffing the air appreciatively.
"Mmm... smells good as always." A sweet smile appeared on her lips as she shyly approached the cooking rurouni. Kenshin nodded in acknowledgement and gestured to the other room. "I'll bring it out in a minute."
Blue eyes met purple and held. It's been close to three year now since Kenshin has come to live with her and the others. What now? Her gaze seem to say. She shook the wayward thoughts away and skipped outside yelling Yahiko's name.
The look she sent him puzzled Kenshin. What was that? He wondered and paused, searching within his soul. Images of the past three years passed in his mind eye, appearing with surprising clarity. The smell of something burning shook him out of his reverie and he snapped out just in time to see the soup spilling out of the pot and into the fire.
"Oro!??!"
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On to Part Two --
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Authoress Notes:
- Can you believe it? An inspiration from Mr. Elton John himself! Whoowee!! This fic is brought to you by Insane Urge Co. Where sanity is a luxury and losing it is the best medicine! No time spent will be refunded so I'll be going now... be sure to read the next!
by amaterasu
Disclaimer: I don't own RK. Not lovable Kenshin, Sano the Ahou, Ever-stoic Aoshi and Babe-you're-such-a-hunk Saitou. They all belong to the great Watsuki-sama. Thank you for them!
"I must get to him. To Himura."
--Part One--
The short man trudged through the busy streets of Tokyo. The heat was ruthless as the hustle and bustle of people pushed him around. Still he kept going, his determination steeling his frail body and furnishing his energy. He would do anything for the woman he loved for so long. He must get to him, fast.
"Kenshin? What's for lunch?" Kaoru's voice rang clear in the midday breeze. The redhead smiled and continued to stir the miso soup. Moments later, Kaoru was in the kitchen and was sniffing the air appreciatively.
"Mmm... smells good as always." A sweet smile appeared on her lips as she shyly approached the cooking rurouni. Kenshin nodded in acknowledgement and gestured to the other room. "I'll bring it out in a minute."
Blue eyes met purple and held. It's been close to three year now since Kenshin has come to live with her and the others. What now? Her gaze seem to say. She shook the wayward thoughts away and skipped outside yelling Yahiko's name.
The look she sent him puzzled Kenshin. What was that? He wondered and paused, searching within his soul. Images of the past three years passed in his mind eye, appearing with surprising clarity. The smell of something burning shook him out of his reverie and he snapped out just in time to see the soup spilling out of the pot and into the fire.
"Oro!??!"
---
On to Part Two --
---
Authoress Notes:
- Can you believe it? An inspiration from Mr. Elton John himself! Whoowee!! This fic is brought to you by Insane Urge Co. Where sanity is a luxury and losing it is the best medicine! No time spent will be refunded so I'll be going now... be sure to read the next!