Helloooooooo, every body!  I know what your thinking: Another story! What about the other one?   Well don't worry that one just needs the right inspiration (which obviously I'm not getting!) .  But school has started which is the perfect motivation for this one!  If your reading this and are sad because I usually read and review your story and haven't in a while----I'M SO SORRY!  School does not leave much time for hardly anything else!  Especially when you have a job as well.  -_-;   Me try to review as soon as possible!

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, if I did I would at least own a car by now.

Chapter One:  My Avoidance List and A Swirly-Eyed Red Head

            I remember that in the beginning I considered him as nothing important, just another cute guy in my high school, and more or less importantly a jock.  I can never figure out if it is more important in my school to be a jock or to just be cute, but never the less to say being both made Kenshin Himura another male on the high quality popularity fawned over list.  Which to say meant that he was never one to be wanting of a companion/girl-friend much less a date.  Hell, he was not only the most fawned over guy but the fact that he was the most good looking, in most opinion, made him, on my grounds someone to avoid.  He 'immersed' himself into our school at a alarming rate, alarming only to me it seemed because unfortunately I, for being considered a tomboy even if I am undeniably pretty- which still makes me just a 'pretty tomboy', an undoubtedly rough and tumble tomboy, was considered an outcast.  Actually kind of more like a painfully noticeable sore thumb; which gave me up to mocking, embarrassment, attacks of physical and emotional nature, as well as the occasional pranks.  High school is hell, high school must die.

            So, for him being on my automatic avoidance list and me being unspoken of because I'm, well, me, I did not have the opportunity (or irrevocable pleasure in my opinion) to meet him.  'Yeah for me!' I thought then 'another jock who cannot mock, laugh, etc., etc., me on the grounds of never meeting me!' 

            Yeah. Well that was the day I think hell decided to punish me for being too nice, by just so innocently, yeah right, placing him in my kendo class.  'Kendo?  What is kendo?'  You ask?  Well, umm-hmm, kendo: noun, stylized swordplay in which bamboo swords are used: a Japanese sport. 

            I came into the gym, ready to kick a certain rooster head's ass who happen to be my brother (N/A: hah, hah, hah! Them as siblings just seems right! And right for some evil planning!), and was met by my coach/instructor, which brings us up to date…

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            (N/A: This is the second semester of school, okay?  Had to clear that up!)

            "Kaoru!" I can hear my coach call.  Great!  What does Lord Saitoh wish of me now? I mocked in my head.  Smiling to myself I approached him.

            In a 'Genie voice' I replied, "Yes, master?  What do you wish of me?"  His mouth turned down in distaste but that could not hide the sparkle of suppressed mirth in his eyes.

            "We have a new student," he began "until I know his capabilities he'll be your partner."  What about Sanosuke?

            "Sir?  What about my old partner?"

            "He has decided to drop the class in order to take EMS training, what irony."  EMS training?  Wait!  Wasn't Megumi in that class?  Give him a chance to use mouth-to-mouth resessatation with Megumi and he'll take any course you ask of him.  What a loser.  What ever happened to asking a girl out?  Buying her lunch or flowers?  Common courtesy?  I'll tell you were it went: nowhere!  It didn't survive the renaissance!   Saitoh was watching me expectantly.

            "Yes, instructor."

            "Good, when Himura.."  HIMURA!  "joins us warm up then mock battle, understood?"  Understood? Yes.  Wanted?  NO WAY!  "Kamiya!  Is that understood?"

            "Yes sensei."  Saitoh glanced around him; saw a patch of red and motioned for the red head to join them.

 "Kenshin Himura, Kaoru Kamiya.  You're partners, warm up then begin."  And he left, that son of a bitch, left me with someone I had intentionally avoided.  Of course this started my inner mantra: School is evil, school must die.  But of course I realized I had spoken this aloud when my partner, who I was looking at very dispassionately, was looking at me a little, shall we say, strangely for use of a more gentle word.  I let out a sigh.

"Lets begin."  I watched him closely waiting for an attack, which actually never came.  A defense, huh?  Well, if that's the way he wants it I'll attack first.  I attacked he blocked, I attacked he blocked.  It repeated until something started to distract me.  Okay, he distracted me.  Well not really him, himself, more like his hair.  It was just so, for lack of a better term, beautiful.  Bright red, long and so soft---looking.  I say looking because of course I hadn't touched it…yet.  Wow, if he had heard that thought he would think me more daft than he already did.  Wait just one minute!  Kenshin=jock,  you=outcast.  Jock=your avoidance list.  Well good thing I struck that thought from my mind and got that out of my system.  Things whirling in my head a little to fast for my taste I turn on the defensive, which didn't matter because he didn't attack me.  What the hell does he think he's doing?  Why?  Because I'm a girl? Oh, please!  These thoughts running through my head I of course became very angry, dropped my stance, which confused him and during this moment of confusion walked strait up to him and thwacked him on the head with my shinai.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!  I waited five minutes for you to attack me and you didn't!  Not once!  This is Kendo not knitting!  And if I find out this was because I'm a girl demons will not even be able to eat your brains I'll smash you so hard into the floor!  Get my drift?!" 

"Your kind of scary, that you are."  Oh, yes.  He looked scared.  And of course by this time fire was flaring in my eyes and smoke was coming out of my ears.  Yep, that's me…scary Kaoru.  And about to get even scarier…

Of course that was until he spoke again  "But you know what?  You are really beautiful when you're angry, that you are." 

I'm… "WHAT!"  screech.  *thwack*  Warning:  angry/shocked Kaoru + Shinai = swirly-eyed red head.    

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That's it for that chapter!  More to come!  Where is this story going?  I have no idea.  Seriously.   So if any of you lovely readers has any ideas please review!  I mean I have a main gist and a few moments, but everything else, no clue! Thanks for reading!  Bye-bye!

Sano: hey, psst, Ocean Fish.

Ocean Fish: yeah?

Sano:  What's that little square box thingy down there?

Ocean Fish: what little box?

Sano: that one! (points) down there in the bottom left hand corner?

Ocean Fish: (perplexed) I don't know.  Why don't you push it and find out?  Okay?

Sano: Okay! pushes button and is absorbed into a beam of light (fading out)…take me to your leader? What are you talking about?  And who the hell is Scotty?

(I really love Star-Trek, so don't get offended and don't shoot me!)