Hello again.
Here's chapter 4.
It's in Kenshin's POV.
Again.
This is the chapter where things get interesting.
Usual Disclaimer Applied.
-The King.
I hate my mother. I hate this school. I hate people. I hate annoying girls that don't leave me alone. I hate life right now. I hate Tokyo. I hate oatmeal-raisin cookies.
And above all I hate Kamiya, with a burning, fiery passion.
What did I do wrong? Did I step on somebody's foot awhile back and didn't apologize? Why me? I mean I'm not going to win the Nobel Prize for world peace or anything, but seriously what did I do?
I'm not a terrorist. I'm not holding a nuclear weapon in my basement...I don't even have a basement!
...I have five periods with her. Five. Do you even know what torture that is?
This day will go down as the worst day in my life. Today was so slow. I thought I would never get out of my last class...
But it did. And I ran out of that school, as fast as my legs could go. I finally found the bus that would take me to my house, since I still have a bit of trouble walking there. Luckily it's not too busy and not a lot of stops are being made, so it looks like I'll get home early then expected. This is fine by me, seeing as I need to yell at someone…
The bus finally made it to the street that I recognized as mine, the bus came to a stop. Several people seem to live here besides me as there was a small crowd getting off.
And of course I had to get behind the slowest person in Japan. The old lady seem to have a bit of trouble getting up, I was going to help, (I was!) but someone beat me to her. Of course the old woman wasn't too happy out it. She actually hit him with his purse. It was funny but it also made me stand there longer. She yelled at everyone on the bus, as she was got off.
Note to self: Never help little old ladies off the bus.
It was a five minute walk to my house from the bus stop, and I stopped before going in. I looked at my new place, and sighed. If I remember correctly, the place was just a few blocks away from our old house, which means, a few blocks away from Kamiya's house.
The door was unlocked, which meant my mother was home. Which meant I have to have conversation with her.
I threw my stuff on to the chair in the living room, and walk to the kitchen. It's my mother's favourite place to have conversation…
"Oh, Shinta, you're home." She said happily. I flinched at the name, when will she ever get it right?
I needed something to eat, something sweet. I open the fridge to see anything. Nothing that was sweet enough for me, but I did spy something that I could make for dinner…I open the freezer door and spot some ice cream. Better than nothing.
I walk over to the cabinet to gab a bowl; I could feel my mother wanted to say something.
"How was your day?" she asked with a smirk, I glared at her as I picked up the glass bowl. She was enjoying the show.
I grabbed a spoon out of the drawer, and plumped three big scoops of ice-cream in my bowl. I walk over the kitchen table and took a seat. I faced my mother as I ate.
After a moment of silence and the metal spoon hitting the glass bowl as it dipped to get my ice cream, I finally decided to speak, "What?" I asked sourly.
She looked confused, or she acted confused like a bad actress. I asked again, "What is it do you want to say?"
She smiled, "Oh nothing, I was just going to talk to you about something that was concerning your inheritance."
I raised an eyebrow, this can't be good. If she mentions my inheritance…something doesn't smell right…
"What about it?"
"Well when your father died," she paused as if she cared, "he left you his entire fortune to you. Hoping you would succeed him in the Himura Imports." I could hear the envy as she spoke, "But recently I found something Shinta." She turned to look at me.
I don't like this…
"Do you remember when you were twelve or so and you signed something? A contract to be exact, you father told you it was for a loan or something like that."
I thought for a moment, my father, a good man, made me sign many things, to insure my inheritance would go to me, and only me. He couldn't stand my mother. But that still doesn't make sense to me, why would she care what my father did? She knew what he was doing with me when I went into the study with his lawyers…why is she…?
"What kind of contract? I signed many contracts, mother, you're going to have to be more specific." I told her as I took another bite of my cold snack.
"Well to more precise," she looked at me with a smug look, "a marriage contract."
The spoon stopped before it could fulfill its duty of giving me food. I stared at her.
"A marriage contract?" I asked, "I think I would remember that mother. You must have read it wrong…"
"Well, then what's this?" she inquire holding a simple one sheet piece of paper. Mother walked over and handed it to me. I froze at the title.
Marriage Contract
The contract is between two individuals: Himura Kenshin and- I froze at the next name.
Kamiya Kaoru.
These two persons will be married the year of Himura Kenshin's graduation. These two individuals must be married, the only way to remove this marriage contract is:
My only two opinions: Death or Cancellation
I looked down, and there it was, my father's signature, and mine. And Kamiya's.
I read and reread the contract. I had certified it, my father had certified it. Even Kamiya!
My only opinion was death, accident or not, or cancellation. And it said that my mother, being the only parental superviser mentioned in the contract, was the only one who could say no. Not only that, but I have to marry Kamiya as soon as I graduate. Which would mean by then end of next year...
I realized as wasn't breathing. I put the paper down, and allowed my lungs to gather air. Mother was snickering.
"Now as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have a date." She indicated the dress she was wearing, I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't look at her.
She started to walk out of the kitchen but stopped at the entry way, "Oh don't think about destroying the contract, the real one is stashed away somewhere tight." She smiled and walked out.
I was in shock. My own father, knowing that I hated Kamiya, decides to marry me off to her? It was unbelievable. It was…impossible to even consider.
I sat in shock for at least thirty minute but pulled myself together. I now needed to complain, yell, punch someone! Anything!
I fidgeted as I picked up my cell, and hit speed-dial.
It rang once before he picked up. "I was wondering when you were going to call, Kenshin, I thought you forgot me."
"Sano, how fast can you get here?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"That depends," Sano knew something was wrong but didn't ask, yet, "How fast can you make me dinner?" I could hear the smile.
I snorted, feeling slightly relaxed now, "What am I, your personal chef?"
He laughed, "Well I didn't eat lunch. You weren't there to pay for it."
I rolled my eyes, "How does pizza sound?" I don't thin I can make dinner tonight.
"Lovely."
"You have forty-five minutes."
"Give me thirty."
"Deal."
I snapped my phone shut, and took a large breath. I exhaled, and opened my phone and dialed the pizza place.
YAY! Sano!
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