Disclaimer: wow, it's a real disclaimer!!! My first disclaimer!! I feel
honored. O yea, and the Kenshingumi isn't mine. Almost forgot about that.
Hello, my lovely readers!! Welcome to meow-chan's first RK fanfic!!!! It's only mah first, so please be nice!!! T____T;;;;;;
NOTE: Also keep in mind that I'm not writing this fic exactly and accordingly to the story. I'm only borrowing minimum information (ex: characters names and looks, setting), but otherwise, the story is completely different.
Chapter 1:
I held me hand out to the falling rain and drew my hand back to observe the puddle that formed in my palm. I shook off the water and propped my chin on my elbows once more. A sigh escaped my lips.
The day had been long and the rain hadn't ceased. No customers had visited my meager flower shop for the whole day. I snorted. It's not like anyone would want to buy a flower on day filled with pouring rain. Why did Jii-san insist on managing the flower shop today? It was pointless.
I sighed again and let the sound of the rain splattering on the ground lull me to sleep. I never disliked the rain; in fact, I enjoyed it. It always soothed my nerves and calmed my senses in such a way that I smiled as I dozed off into half-consciousness.
"It's not good to sleep on the job."
I started, almost knocking over a vase with a rose sitting in it to my right. I caught it just in time and set it safely and firmly on the table. It was then that I gazed upon the speaker that awakened me.
It was a dark and dim due to the rain and the light was not enough to fully distinguish his features. His hair was a deep red, like that color of red satin, but also of blood. The crimson locks of hair were tied roughly to the back of his head; the rain soaked bangs clinging to his face. His skin was fair but paled, perhaps from the damp weather. He wore the traditional loose-fitting gi, a lighter shade of red than that of his hair. The blunt end of a sword handle stuck from his side, protected by a hidden hand under the sleeve of his gi. From the look of his clothes and hair, he had been walking the steady rain for at least a few hours.
A smile broadened across his face at my clumsy actions. His face, which was hidden from me until now, wore the expression of a child's, innocent and happy. His eyes smiled along with his mouth and to my astonishment, wore the color of a light purple. I blinked. How could someone have purple irises? Was that even possible? The thought was immediately shoved to the back of my head when my eyes trailed across his smooth face to find the only fault in his skin: two cuts scarred his face in the form of a cross.
I couldn't tear my eyes off of the man for those few seconds in which I analyzed him. Never had I seen such a person with so much mystery about him! Was he a foreigner? Was that why his eyes were purple? And his hair red? Or maybe my eyes were deceiving me in the dimness of the rain? And why did he have such a scar upon his cheek?
"I would like to buy a flower please," smiled the man.
I tore my eyes from him, embarrassed at my seemingly slowness. I asked hurriedly back, "What kind?"
"Wasurenagusa (Forget-Me-Nots)*," he replied, the warm happy expression unfazing.
I smiled back against my will. "Are you buying them for someone you like? Forge-me-Nots are popular gifts among lovers."
He smiled rather distantly. "Really...?" he asked.
I handed him the wrapped bundle of flowers with a smile on my face, but a confused mind. His eyes seemed lost when he uttered those words, like he was dwelling on something hidden deep in his mind. But now, all I saw was the smiling of my costumer as he presented me with 100 yen (is that how much forget-me-nots cost??? o_O). As I stuffed the money in the purse that hung on the side of my kimono, I found the petals of a sweet Wasurenagusa under my nose. Startled, I straightened clumsily and faced the smiling red- haired man.
"A gift," he replied with a grin. He chuckled slightly as I stared in utter confusion and he continued to hold the single flower he had plucked from the bunch. I reached out hesitantly and he took my fingers and wrapped them gently around the fresh, green stem. A bright shade of crimson wiped across my face as I stood, mouth open.
"Have a nice day," he said, not waiting for my response. He gave a jolly wave and started walking off into the distance through the heavy blanket of rain. I stood for moment, watching in bewilderment at the man filled with bottomless mysteries. Each step of his sandals was quietly audible as his feet churned the puddles of water. His figure was almost completely masked in the fog and rain when I shouted,
"Wait!" The footsteps stopped. I paused, surprised at the desperate, reverberating tone of my voice. My tongue felt like it was foreign to me, but I managed to shout, "Thank you!"
Silence ensued, except for the splattering of the rain. Under the soaking strands of hair, I saw with keen eyes, a curve of a smile upon his lips as he faded into the pouring dimness of the rain.
*Ahem, I did some research and "Wasurenagusa"s are Japanese for Forget-Me- Nots. In the Language of Love (Hanakotoba), they mean "true love". Isn't that so romantic??? ^___^
Also, I still don't know exactly how much flowers cost in the edo era of Japan........If anyone knows, do tell!! ^^;;;
Oh yeah, I was trying not to make this fic sound like all those other RK fics out there, but I don't think it worked very well......T___T
Please R&R!!! ^____^
Ja ne!!
~meow-chan~
Hello, my lovely readers!! Welcome to meow-chan's first RK fanfic!!!! It's only mah first, so please be nice!!! T____T;;;;;;
NOTE: Also keep in mind that I'm not writing this fic exactly and accordingly to the story. I'm only borrowing minimum information (ex: characters names and looks, setting), but otherwise, the story is completely different.
Chapter 1:
I held me hand out to the falling rain and drew my hand back to observe the puddle that formed in my palm. I shook off the water and propped my chin on my elbows once more. A sigh escaped my lips.
The day had been long and the rain hadn't ceased. No customers had visited my meager flower shop for the whole day. I snorted. It's not like anyone would want to buy a flower on day filled with pouring rain. Why did Jii-san insist on managing the flower shop today? It was pointless.
I sighed again and let the sound of the rain splattering on the ground lull me to sleep. I never disliked the rain; in fact, I enjoyed it. It always soothed my nerves and calmed my senses in such a way that I smiled as I dozed off into half-consciousness.
"It's not good to sleep on the job."
I started, almost knocking over a vase with a rose sitting in it to my right. I caught it just in time and set it safely and firmly on the table. It was then that I gazed upon the speaker that awakened me.
It was a dark and dim due to the rain and the light was not enough to fully distinguish his features. His hair was a deep red, like that color of red satin, but also of blood. The crimson locks of hair were tied roughly to the back of his head; the rain soaked bangs clinging to his face. His skin was fair but paled, perhaps from the damp weather. He wore the traditional loose-fitting gi, a lighter shade of red than that of his hair. The blunt end of a sword handle stuck from his side, protected by a hidden hand under the sleeve of his gi. From the look of his clothes and hair, he had been walking the steady rain for at least a few hours.
A smile broadened across his face at my clumsy actions. His face, which was hidden from me until now, wore the expression of a child's, innocent and happy. His eyes smiled along with his mouth and to my astonishment, wore the color of a light purple. I blinked. How could someone have purple irises? Was that even possible? The thought was immediately shoved to the back of my head when my eyes trailed across his smooth face to find the only fault in his skin: two cuts scarred his face in the form of a cross.
I couldn't tear my eyes off of the man for those few seconds in which I analyzed him. Never had I seen such a person with so much mystery about him! Was he a foreigner? Was that why his eyes were purple? And his hair red? Or maybe my eyes were deceiving me in the dimness of the rain? And why did he have such a scar upon his cheek?
"I would like to buy a flower please," smiled the man.
I tore my eyes from him, embarrassed at my seemingly slowness. I asked hurriedly back, "What kind?"
"Wasurenagusa (Forget-Me-Nots)*," he replied, the warm happy expression unfazing.
I smiled back against my will. "Are you buying them for someone you like? Forge-me-Nots are popular gifts among lovers."
He smiled rather distantly. "Really...?" he asked.
I handed him the wrapped bundle of flowers with a smile on my face, but a confused mind. His eyes seemed lost when he uttered those words, like he was dwelling on something hidden deep in his mind. But now, all I saw was the smiling of my costumer as he presented me with 100 yen (is that how much forget-me-nots cost??? o_O). As I stuffed the money in the purse that hung on the side of my kimono, I found the petals of a sweet Wasurenagusa under my nose. Startled, I straightened clumsily and faced the smiling red- haired man.
"A gift," he replied with a grin. He chuckled slightly as I stared in utter confusion and he continued to hold the single flower he had plucked from the bunch. I reached out hesitantly and he took my fingers and wrapped them gently around the fresh, green stem. A bright shade of crimson wiped across my face as I stood, mouth open.
"Have a nice day," he said, not waiting for my response. He gave a jolly wave and started walking off into the distance through the heavy blanket of rain. I stood for moment, watching in bewilderment at the man filled with bottomless mysteries. Each step of his sandals was quietly audible as his feet churned the puddles of water. His figure was almost completely masked in the fog and rain when I shouted,
"Wait!" The footsteps stopped. I paused, surprised at the desperate, reverberating tone of my voice. My tongue felt like it was foreign to me, but I managed to shout, "Thank you!"
Silence ensued, except for the splattering of the rain. Under the soaking strands of hair, I saw with keen eyes, a curve of a smile upon his lips as he faded into the pouring dimness of the rain.
*Ahem, I did some research and "Wasurenagusa"s are Japanese for Forget-Me- Nots. In the Language of Love (Hanakotoba), they mean "true love". Isn't that so romantic??? ^___^
Also, I still don't know exactly how much flowers cost in the edo era of Japan........If anyone knows, do tell!! ^^;;;
Oh yeah, I was trying not to make this fic sound like all those other RK fics out there, but I don't think it worked very well......T___T
Please R&R!!! ^____^
Ja ne!!
~meow-chan~