Okay, I finally updated a bit.
OKay before we get started I just thought you should be aware the Kenshin is going to be a little not-so-Kenshin like. But do not fear my readers the Kenshin we all love adore will be...well Kenshin.
But that will be later.
Right now I need him to be a bit of an ass.
It just makes everything better.
Disclaimer: I do own Rurouni Kenshin...just not the TRUE Rurouni Kenshin...just the manga. That is all I own. SO DON'T RUB IT IN!
When I was 11, my father died, leaving my mother a fortune. So my mother packed up our stuff and moved me to Kyoto. Not, of course, without saying good-bye to our precious neighbors the Kamiyas.
The inane freaks that they are.
The father was scary and acted like my dad's personal lap-boy before my father passed. And the mother was a bit of a weakling under my mother's pride and power. But never the less, they were great friends? (I think)
But their daughter… now she was another story. We couldn't stand each other.
Oh you laugh! You think it's funny?
It's not.
This one time I remember spraining her arm when we had one of our fights. But then again, I did get a black eye and several bruises and I couldn't walk straight for about a week.
My parents tried and tried to get us together…but nothing would work. Nothing.
So when we left, I had a celebration. No more Kamiya for me, I'll never have to see her face again. No more 'play dates'
Those stupid play dates annoyed me to death. I never saw the improvements as my parents always said there was. The improvements of bruises on my arm? The improvements of use of toys as weapons? What improvements?
Our improvement of liking each other was not happening. Because we hate each other. Simple as.
I love chocolate peanut butter cookies. I love to take a bite of the cookie and let the chocolate covering melt in my mouth and easily bite the now salty and nutty cookie and enjoy.
I need the biggest fucking chocolate peanut butter cookies right now to make everything better.
My 'mother' has taken me out of the school I have been going to since I was 11 and is taking me back to my hometown: Tokyo.
We left for a flipping reason! Okay it's my reason, my mother just wanted new scenery…but still it was to get away from those crazy Kamiyas.
But no! Let's move back to the insane asylum and say hi again. Because that's what my mother loves to do, must love something or someone I can't stand. She must have planned it, ya'know?
And I had to cut my hair! Do you know what I'm going though right now? The pain, the agonizing pain! Okay breathe Kenshin. Breathing is good, breathing is for you, and it allows you to live…
But that flipping woman! She came to me, 'Now Shinta…' Shinta? Really? I mean 'Shinta' makes me seem like I'm some kind flower sitting helpless on a stormy hill. Now Kenshin that has meaning! Strong meaning! Not 'Shinta'…
Anyway…she had the nerve to tell me that I, Himura Kenshin, have to get my haircut because the school's hair code was not going to let it happen.
So there I was looking with tears in my eyes, at my now shorten hair, but I held back. Because I am a man! Maybe not to Hiko, but to me, I am! Just vertical challenged...
As long as I can pull it back…I'm fine.
I had to know what school I was going back to so I can send them hate mail and demonic spells of doom to them, when my mother brought up the Kamiyas.
And she went on and on and one about them. Never shutting up about them. Keeps telling me how much she missed them and how she feels awful about not keep up with them. And blah, blah, blah, and one more blah just for the hell of it. Blah.
Of course I'm already ticked off because my hair is shorter then it needs to be, and I have to go back and see the insane family that I had celebrated to get away from. And now I have to listen to this? No way in mother flipping turtle necks am I going to listen to this.
Oohh but you do, ya gotta in my family. Once my mother starts, she doesn't stop for a very, very long time.
Finally she shuts up and goes to bed.
I stay up and can't help but think about that damn woman: Kamiya Kaoru.
I wake up the next morning only to find my mother all dolled up and ready. This is odd because I'm the one that usually has to wake her up.
By the look in her eye, I could tell she wanted to tell me something.
If you haven't noticed it, my mother sorta has a thing about ruining my life in any possible way. Go figure, eh?
I sighed, "What?"
"Oh nothing, Shinta." She replied in a song-singing voice. I could feel a vein pulse a bit.
"Now hurry up we have to go and sign you up for school and everything of such." She walked away with a slight hop in her step.
I knew today was going to be a bad day.
"…and this is the cafeteria where you will be eating lunch." said my principle in a very monotone voice.
'No really Sherlock, I thought we ate upside-down in the locker rooms and bathrooms.' Is what I reeaallyy wanted to say but I held my tongue just so I don't get detention already.
"Now Shinta-" I cut him off, "It's Kenshin." He looked at me like I was stupid but I didn't flitch and stared right back at him.
"Okay Kenshin," he said with a bit of confusion there, "now I hope you know we are only in first period and so therefore you can join school today and get the hang of things here."
"What's there to get the hang of, it's just like every other school, looks the same, smells the same, nothing's different." I replied shrugging my shoulders and looking around.
I lied on that part, it was different from Kyoto High; it was a little cleaner and slightly bigger and had an extra floor. But that also meant I had to be on my toes and not cross any lines. From the sounds of things they're very, oh what's the word, big on rules here unlike Kyoto High.
"Well I'm glad you feel that way, Shinta, you can start today then." My mother smiled somewhat evilly at me, making me scowl in response.
"Fine."
"Well you'll need a uniform, I have extras in my office." The principle said scanning me up and down, apparently not liking the outfit.
What's wrong with it; band t-shirt, straight legs, red converse, a studded belt, and two wrist bands on saying 'Supporting Gay Pride' ( I'm not gay, no matter how girly I look, I just support!) and one saying 'I r samurai.', which I made too if I may add.
"You're hair…" the guy started.
"I won't cut it any shorter then it is, I'll do work of any sort so I can keep my hair its length, or might as well as expel me now, because I'm not cutting it." I snapped.
The principle looked at me through he's glasses, a little shocked by my response, but nodded, "I'll talk to the janitors and see what I can do."
"Alrighty sounds fine." I grumbled.
"Follow me."
Walking back to the office to get my shiny new uniform, my mother flirted with the principle all the way back. I rolled my eyes and just kept quiet. I wished I listen carefully though…
"Now if you'll just go through the door I have to make a call." The principle said smiling at my mother.
She gave him wave and smiled back.
"Tahoma said that the uniforms were in the closet." My mother told me as we enter the office. I rolled my eyes, and went to the closet knowing that she was using my new principle's first name...
Boy, did the guy have uniforms; they all looked the same, black piles and blue piles.
Looking though I finally found a shirt I could wear that wasn't a size 'Let's devour Kenshin'.
Now looking through the vests and ties, I finally found some vest that didn't stink or have some kind of goo on it. The tie was the easiest to find though. Now it was the pants…
You see…I have a very small figure. I have been mistaken for a girl over a thousand times in my very short life. So you see…I must find the smallest size, that does not sag to knees or that I don't have to put myself in through one leg. Okay. The leg swallowing thing is a bit over exaggerated, but the sag of the knees…that's how most pants are on me…
Looking through Mountain Pants I hear my mother somewhat squeal, so I wonder if she saw a rat.
'Ah, here's a size…'pulling on the black trousers, I hear my mother laugh. Immediately I knew something wasn't right, something's didn't feel right...
"Shinta come out and see your old friend." my mother called for me.
I snapped I've been called Shinta one time too many today.
I grab the closet door and slam it open, "Its Kenshin, Kenshin woman!" I yell
And there stood Kamiya Kaoru, the gorgeous bitch that she is.
Yes the story is going to be switched veiwpoints people.
But how I'm going to do it I'm not sure...I might make it random or just go in order and just keep it between Kaoru and Kenshin.
I don't know.
How about you folks tell me what you think?
Loves to all.