Finding Love in a New World
Chapter 2- Return of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Sensei! Kaoru Takes a New Style!
Disclaimer: Sessha owns nothing at all, that she doesn't.
So sorry it's late!! My baka abazureon'na mother banned me from the net for getting a B in Literature. That just sucks. GET A LIFE WOMAN! This week, a friend of mine died, so I was crying all week. Sorry again.
This story and all others of mine from here on in are dedicated to Lucius Pollock. Find peace in heaven, my friend.
Kenshin moseyed about the house, humming. These laundry machine things gave him WAY too much time. Then he remembered- Tomorrow was the first day of school. He had heard tales of terror from the adults in his village about crazy old men, women the size of wrecking balls with too much energy, and long, dull speeches. Poor Battosai had very nearly screamed in horror at the disturbing mental images this conjured up. This would be truly pleasant. To a freak, that is.
Kaoru was bored. No swords, no baka Yahiko, no Sano. Life without them was soooo dull. She might as well go find Kenshin, so to prevent death from boredom. Sighing, she stood and walked out of her room, then slid down the banister for kicks. Not finding him in the first floor, she then jumped down the laundry chute to the basement, landing in a pile of linens. She remembered the second floor kitchen, racing upstairs again.
Battosai huffed, preparing to chew out Kenshin. 'Baka rurouni, go find your girl! There's more to do than wander the wild frontier of your HOUSE. Take her shopping or something, go buy a sword for her.' said Battosai, rolling his golden eyes. Kenshin blinked. 'My sakabatou! Battosai, you're a genius.' He cried, racing off to find Kaoru. Battosai smirked cockily, he liked this new title. He swaggered back to his corner, bragging to no one about his supreme greatness and how he could do anything. Kenshin found Kaoru, that's certain- They collided head on in the kitchen.
Aoshi and Misao's heads shot in the direction of the kitchen as a distraught ORO! floated across the yard. Aoshi shook his head- that clumsy idiot must've tripped over a chair or something. Misao giggled at the thought of a bewildered Kenshin performing a perfect faceplant on the kitchen floor. Looking at one another humorously, they returned to meditating, hand in hand.
"Orororoo." mumbled a swirly-eyed Kenshin. Kaoru looked dazed. The two sat up simultaneously, rubbing their foreheads. Kenshin looked around, red ears cocked to one side. He saw Kaoru, and then remembered his goal. "Kaoru! I had a great idea! Let's go see if that swordsmith's shop on Fujisan (Mt. Fuji) is still running," said Kenshin swiftly, springing to his feet with Kaoru in his arms. She looked confused, to say the least. Nodding slightly, she stifled a yip as Kenshin bolted out the door.
An hour later, the pair reached the spot where the forge was. A long, traditional Japanese building sat on the hillside, cherries framing the main door. An old man stepped out to greet them. "Welcome, young man. We do not often receive inu-youkai (dog demons). Please, come in!" he said, bowing humbly. When the trio entered the main room, several servants rushed out with swords in hand. There were all kinds of swords, big and little. A pair of sakabatou caught Kenshin's eye. The old man laid out the swords, describing each one. Kenshin and Kaoru cleared their throats, and then spoke politely. "If you could, sir, we'd like to see the sakabatou. I had one back in the Meiji just like them," said Kenshin, bowing humbly.
The old man looked startled.
"Why, we only sold one to a human man named Himura Kenshin around then. My father worked here as an artist- he painted the man onto a picture scroll I still have." Kenshin looked interested. "May we see the scroll?" he asked, one of the servants speeding out of the room. He returned with the scroll in under a minute. "H-here you are, s-sir," he panted. Kenshin smiled his thanks. Unrolling the scroll, he and Kaoru read through the whole thing. Kenshin eyed his human's appearance critically. His eyes lingered on the scar, making him habitually stroke the cheek where it once was. "Damn, was I that small? Anyway, I'd like the sakabatou, please," he asked, turning to Kaoru. "Koishii, do you want one, too?" "Why not? I like shiny stuff anyways," Kaoru laughed. The man sheathed the blades, then gave his price. Kenshin handed over the money, gave the first sakabatou to Kaoru, and then slid his under his sash. He took a deep breath, smiling. "Now I feel like myself! Nothing like a new sword under one's belt." Kenshin said, looking much more at ease. Kaoru, however, had a confused look on. She eyed the sword, then glanced at Kenshin, then looked at the sword again. "How in the seven hells do you use this thing?! Kenshin, you are officially teaching me the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. No buts," she exclaimed, earning a shocked look from Kenshin. He sighed, then nodded. He had figured she would ask eventually. Kaoru squealed happily, hugging Kenshin with all her might. A strangled 'Oro!' escaped the rurouni. "We can start tomorrow if you like, but I must consult a miko to get Hiko-sensei's opinion." suggested Kenshin, he and Kaoru running down the mountainside towards Tokyo.
The next day, school began. Kenshin, Kaoru, Aoshi, and Misao had all gone shopping for human-ish clothes. The four managed to effectively disguise their appearances through different means, but Kenshin and Kaoru had trouble hiding their bushy tails. Eventually, they just bound them so no fur showed and used them as belts. "Here's our homeroom, Kaoru. It's A-203. Wonder who our teacher is, and what he teaches?" Kenshin noted, pausing outside the wooden door. He and Kaoru strode in, then stopped dead. Their teacher taught kendo. Kaoru shuffled next to Kenshin, unsure of what to say. Aaah, but the biggest shock was yet to come! As the two sat patiently waiting for the teacher, rough hands grabbed the back of their shirts and yanked them up and off the ground. Kenshin oroed, and Kaoru coughed.
"Well! If it isn't my old baka desshi Kenshin and his mate Kaoru. They're the only two in my homeroom, and they even got their swords all nice and proper, too!" growled an all-too-familiar voice. Kenshin's eyes widened, and Battosai squeaked in a scared manner. "Hiko-sensei? Orororo." Kaoru twisted about, trying to catch a glimpse of her captor. She proceeded to call him all sorts of profane, untypable, rude, and excruciatingly painful names while swinging her fists about furiously. Hiko laughed. "Aren't you a feisty one! As mean as a dog demon."
The swearing stopped as the two students gave their teacher a shocked look. "How did you know, Sensei?!" asked Kenshin, aghast. Kaoru nodded mutely. "Well, any decent Kaze Ryu (wind dragon) would be able to see it. I happen to be one, so your little efforts in hiding it were nil. Now on to school matters- You, the Shinomoris, and a few others made it into the special rank classes. These are reserved for the demons who come here, so the humans don't creep out. All of your teachers are demon or some other form of immortal, too." Kenshin rolled his eyes. This year was going to be extremely eventful, from what he could see.
Chapter 2- Return of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu Sensei! Kaoru Takes a New Style!
Disclaimer: Sessha owns nothing at all, that she doesn't.
So sorry it's late!! My baka abazureon'na mother banned me from the net for getting a B in Literature. That just sucks. GET A LIFE WOMAN! This week, a friend of mine died, so I was crying all week. Sorry again.
This story and all others of mine from here on in are dedicated to Lucius Pollock. Find peace in heaven, my friend.
Kenshin moseyed about the house, humming. These laundry machine things gave him WAY too much time. Then he remembered- Tomorrow was the first day of school. He had heard tales of terror from the adults in his village about crazy old men, women the size of wrecking balls with too much energy, and long, dull speeches. Poor Battosai had very nearly screamed in horror at the disturbing mental images this conjured up. This would be truly pleasant. To a freak, that is.
Kaoru was bored. No swords, no baka Yahiko, no Sano. Life without them was soooo dull. She might as well go find Kenshin, so to prevent death from boredom. Sighing, she stood and walked out of her room, then slid down the banister for kicks. Not finding him in the first floor, she then jumped down the laundry chute to the basement, landing in a pile of linens. She remembered the second floor kitchen, racing upstairs again.
Battosai huffed, preparing to chew out Kenshin. 'Baka rurouni, go find your girl! There's more to do than wander the wild frontier of your HOUSE. Take her shopping or something, go buy a sword for her.' said Battosai, rolling his golden eyes. Kenshin blinked. 'My sakabatou! Battosai, you're a genius.' He cried, racing off to find Kaoru. Battosai smirked cockily, he liked this new title. He swaggered back to his corner, bragging to no one about his supreme greatness and how he could do anything. Kenshin found Kaoru, that's certain- They collided head on in the kitchen.
Aoshi and Misao's heads shot in the direction of the kitchen as a distraught ORO! floated across the yard. Aoshi shook his head- that clumsy idiot must've tripped over a chair or something. Misao giggled at the thought of a bewildered Kenshin performing a perfect faceplant on the kitchen floor. Looking at one another humorously, they returned to meditating, hand in hand.
"Orororoo." mumbled a swirly-eyed Kenshin. Kaoru looked dazed. The two sat up simultaneously, rubbing their foreheads. Kenshin looked around, red ears cocked to one side. He saw Kaoru, and then remembered his goal. "Kaoru! I had a great idea! Let's go see if that swordsmith's shop on Fujisan (Mt. Fuji) is still running," said Kenshin swiftly, springing to his feet with Kaoru in his arms. She looked confused, to say the least. Nodding slightly, she stifled a yip as Kenshin bolted out the door.
An hour later, the pair reached the spot where the forge was. A long, traditional Japanese building sat on the hillside, cherries framing the main door. An old man stepped out to greet them. "Welcome, young man. We do not often receive inu-youkai (dog demons). Please, come in!" he said, bowing humbly. When the trio entered the main room, several servants rushed out with swords in hand. There were all kinds of swords, big and little. A pair of sakabatou caught Kenshin's eye. The old man laid out the swords, describing each one. Kenshin and Kaoru cleared their throats, and then spoke politely. "If you could, sir, we'd like to see the sakabatou. I had one back in the Meiji just like them," said Kenshin, bowing humbly.
The old man looked startled.
"Why, we only sold one to a human man named Himura Kenshin around then. My father worked here as an artist- he painted the man onto a picture scroll I still have." Kenshin looked interested. "May we see the scroll?" he asked, one of the servants speeding out of the room. He returned with the scroll in under a minute. "H-here you are, s-sir," he panted. Kenshin smiled his thanks. Unrolling the scroll, he and Kaoru read through the whole thing. Kenshin eyed his human's appearance critically. His eyes lingered on the scar, making him habitually stroke the cheek where it once was. "Damn, was I that small? Anyway, I'd like the sakabatou, please," he asked, turning to Kaoru. "Koishii, do you want one, too?" "Why not? I like shiny stuff anyways," Kaoru laughed. The man sheathed the blades, then gave his price. Kenshin handed over the money, gave the first sakabatou to Kaoru, and then slid his under his sash. He took a deep breath, smiling. "Now I feel like myself! Nothing like a new sword under one's belt." Kenshin said, looking much more at ease. Kaoru, however, had a confused look on. She eyed the sword, then glanced at Kenshin, then looked at the sword again. "How in the seven hells do you use this thing?! Kenshin, you are officially teaching me the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. No buts," she exclaimed, earning a shocked look from Kenshin. He sighed, then nodded. He had figured she would ask eventually. Kaoru squealed happily, hugging Kenshin with all her might. A strangled 'Oro!' escaped the rurouni. "We can start tomorrow if you like, but I must consult a miko to get Hiko-sensei's opinion." suggested Kenshin, he and Kaoru running down the mountainside towards Tokyo.
The next day, school began. Kenshin, Kaoru, Aoshi, and Misao had all gone shopping for human-ish clothes. The four managed to effectively disguise their appearances through different means, but Kenshin and Kaoru had trouble hiding their bushy tails. Eventually, they just bound them so no fur showed and used them as belts. "Here's our homeroom, Kaoru. It's A-203. Wonder who our teacher is, and what he teaches?" Kenshin noted, pausing outside the wooden door. He and Kaoru strode in, then stopped dead. Their teacher taught kendo. Kaoru shuffled next to Kenshin, unsure of what to say. Aaah, but the biggest shock was yet to come! As the two sat patiently waiting for the teacher, rough hands grabbed the back of their shirts and yanked them up and off the ground. Kenshin oroed, and Kaoru coughed.
"Well! If it isn't my old baka desshi Kenshin and his mate Kaoru. They're the only two in my homeroom, and they even got their swords all nice and proper, too!" growled an all-too-familiar voice. Kenshin's eyes widened, and Battosai squeaked in a scared manner. "Hiko-sensei? Orororo." Kaoru twisted about, trying to catch a glimpse of her captor. She proceeded to call him all sorts of profane, untypable, rude, and excruciatingly painful names while swinging her fists about furiously. Hiko laughed. "Aren't you a feisty one! As mean as a dog demon."
The swearing stopped as the two students gave their teacher a shocked look. "How did you know, Sensei?!" asked Kenshin, aghast. Kaoru nodded mutely. "Well, any decent Kaze Ryu (wind dragon) would be able to see it. I happen to be one, so your little efforts in hiding it were nil. Now on to school matters- You, the Shinomoris, and a few others made it into the special rank classes. These are reserved for the demons who come here, so the humans don't creep out. All of your teachers are demon or some other form of immortal, too." Kenshin rolled his eyes. This year was going to be extremely eventful, from what he could see.
