Hello minna-san: Here is the first part of the fight between Kenshin and Saitoh. I have never written a battle before, neither have I written about techniques or things like that, but I hope you will like what you read. To be honest, things didn't go as I expected in the first place. Well, you'll know when you get to that part. ^.^x! I did my best!! I swear!!
Just another little tiny chibi thing... this chapter is divided in two parts. The first one and the second one... duh... like that wasn't obvious... never mind, I just wanted you all to know. Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Just read it, and ONEGAI!! Don't forget to review me.... I love reviews near as much as I love K&K.
Ok!! Go on and read!!!
Disclaimer: RK not mine snif... but it should be!!! (Not true Watsuki-sama... don't read this!!!)
¡¡¡¡Y mis especiales agradecimientos a Bela!!! Sin ella, éste capítulo estaría repleto de 'habías' y horribles conjugaciones!!!
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Aishitteiru Forever
By Koneko-dono
Chapter 6: Battousai Vs Mibu's Wolf (A)
Kenshin pondered his options. Kaoru was driving with ease and confidence, but they still had plenty of time to get to the dojo; it seemed that Saitoh had planned it that way. The problem was that Kenshin needed his sakabatou, and he wasn't carrying it with him. And that mean that he would have to fight against Sait... err, Hayashibara-SAN, he correct himself, using the sword that he'd give him.
From what Kaoru had told him, her father would without a doubt be using a katana. He had done it before, specially to extract information from 'not talking' people, and she was sure that he would do it again. His position in the government allowed him do take some liberties, like using katanas, or to imprison people without a formal arrest, and all that just because he worked for the security department, aka the Japanese CIA.
But Kenshin refused to use a katana. He hadn't used one in this lifetime, and he would rather continue like that. Even his own sakabatou was only used when he was alone, just to train, never against other people, and thus it was in his apartment, and his apartment was next to the Higuchi dojo, in which he work, on the other side of the city. Kenshin was convinced that Hayashibara-san had investigated him, and thus, his interest in the fight, to prove the power of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, and also in revenge for what he had done to his daughter. But that didn't matter; it was time to resolve past lives unfinished business.
Several things had changed in him; the most important would be Battousai. In the Tokugawa era, Battousai, even if he had been a part of himself, was emotionless and without feelings and only cared about completing the on-going mission, as fast and efficiently possible -- but he always believed that all that dead would bring one day pace and joy to Japan. He had NEVER killed for pleasure, not even when he was more lost than ever. On the other hand, there was the vagabond. The objective had been the same, a better future for everyone, but this time the means were as important to him as the ends. And being the rurouni, he vowed to never shed blood again. And he upheld that vow, even if he had to always guard against the awakening of Battousai, controlling the need that he sometimes felt to destroy obstacles quickly.
But now, things have changed. He had grown up under the guidance of the best father he could have had. Niiyama Kenji had been strong and strict but also understanding. Maybe he didn't catch all that was happening to his son, but he had always been there ready to give good advice mixed between the insults. And Kenshin had learned not to control the savageness in him, but instead to tame it. Now, both personalities had become one. Kenshin was still friendly and innocent, but now he revealed much more his male side; he trained earnestly in the Higuchi dojo, and he taught kendo with determination. And when he was on a court he could be simply implacable. His friends knew very well when he wasn't playing around. Kenshin could get angry, but he was not the kind of guy that lost his mind and began hitting and kicking. He preferred to win 'intelligently'.
But this was a battle that he couldn't avoid. And there was no way he could go to his apartment to retrieve his sakabatou and then go all the way back to the Matsukawa dojo in just one hour.
Kenshin watched his clock. They had just 45 minutes left.
"Kaoru," he said. "Could you lend me you cell phone?"
Kaoru watched him out of the corner of her eye. She knew he had something on his mind; he had been too quiet ever since they left the military school.
"Hai," she answered as, never taking her eyes from the road, she slipped her hand into one of her pockets to get retrieve the phone.
Kenshin took it and dialed a number.
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"But Foxy, I swear by the goodness of luck that I don't know anything. I called him more then 25 times, and the idiot didn't even answer. I swear I haven't seen him since yesterday at the cafeteria, and you were with me then, remember?" said Sano with the most innocent puppy eyes he could muster.
He and Megumi were on the grass near the medical building of Tokyo University. The weather was warm, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and both of them were enjoying the cool shadow of the trees they were under. Of course they would have enjoyed it a little more if she hadn't been so worried.
Megumi looked at him doubtfully. It was midday, and they haven't seen Kenshin since the day before when the Gumi, well said, Misao, Sano, Kenshin and she ate together.
Megumi wouldn't have been worried if she hadn't seen the ethics teacher that morning, and he had commented to her that Kenshin missed his 9 am class and therefore a test that represented 20% of the final average.
She had also called Kenshin several times already and had left several messages on his phone machine, but the redheaded still hadn't shown any signs of being alive.
Sano tried to calm her by assuring her that he probably had gone out last night and now was so asleep (or drunk) that he wasn't listening for the phone. Of course that was something one wouldn't suspect of Kenshin, of Sano yes, but of Kenshin ...
If they had been talking about any other guy, Megumi wouldn't have cared, but this was Kenshin, the very same Kenshin who, the past semester, almost failed 5 of the 7 classes he was taking because of absences. He was lucky that the teachers appreciated him and of that he was maintaining one of the highest averages of his career.
She didn't understood how the brains of that man worked. She knew he loved his career, and that was the reason for his excellent qualifications, but from time to time, he just suffered of what she called 'crazy traumas'.
Like that time she remembered when he had been obsessed with dojos; he just had to know all of them, from the tiniest to the biggest in the city, only God knows why, and because of that craziness, he didn't attend classes for almost two weeks.
Fortunately, Kenshin had passed his finals without difficulty, and then he had gone to Kyoto for vacation. Megumi thought that he was fine, for being with his sister calmed him, but it seemed that he had begun with old habits again. What if he was now visiting all the restaurants on Tokyo or something like that? That boy was gaga, and Megumi had just decided that she would do him a lobotomy.
She sighed. It was a wonderful day, and she was in a bad mood. Ken-san was going to pay for that, she thought.
Sano pulled Megumi closer, trying to calm her with soft caresses, and Megumi was beginning to return them with equally soft kisses when Sano's cell phone rang loudly. Sano cursed angrily and answered the demoniac thing in a bad mood, cursing the fact that he was just 'getting hot'.
"Talk," he said distractedly, but his attention immediately focused on the cell phone when he recognized the other voice.
"Hey Kenshin. Where the hell have you being? We have been calling you like freaks all day, why do you have a damn call phone if you refust to use it? Are you go-" said Sano, but he couldn't continue, because Kenshin interrupted him.
"Look Sano, I don't have time. Go to my place, and in my wardrobe, behind my suits, is a Japanese sword. I need you to take it to the Matsukawa dojo. Do you remember it? We went there once when there was that championship with the Higuchi dojo. It's that one near the police department. You must be there in half hour. Sano, this is important. You must hurry."
"I got it. But why the hell do you want a sword? And why do you have one in the first place?"
"Sano, there is no time. Hurry," answered Kenshin before he hung up.
Sano kept looking at the phone after Kenshin stopped speaking, trying to understand the situation. He wasn't thinking on using it, ne? He thought. That would be absurd... absolutely crazy.
Megumi understood that the one speaking with her boyfriend was Kenshin. But what had a sword to do with all this? They had been talking about one, of that she was sure. Megumi keep looking at Sano, waiting for an explanation. But, he just sat there, frozen.
But only for a couple of seconds, because he suddenly rose while whispering curses between his teeth and saying the worst words he knew.
Megumi looked at him in surprise. And more so, when he turn to her, he kissed her quickly on her lips and left saying: "I've to go! Kenshin is in trouble, 'see you later!" Megumi was left there, under the tree, without a clue to what was going on... 'Arghh' she thought 'MEN!!!'.
Sano knew it, Kenshin was going to fight. 'Shit what kind of problem was Kenshin in now?' He thought while turning on his bike and going straight to Kenshin's apartment as faster as possible.
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~~~~~~~~ Matsukawa dojo~~~ 12:50 am ~~~~
Aoshi stared at Niiyama. He and his sister had just arrived at the dojo, and now the three of them were waiting for his father. The fight must begin at one o'clock, and knowing his father, he wouldn't be there until the exact time. In the few minutes left, Aoshi studied the man her sister had fallen in love with. It didn't matter that he was uncomfortable. He was going to know if that man was worthy of his imouto.
He had never gotten himself into the love life of his sister before. And anyway, her list of lovers wasn't long. Kaoru wasn't easy to romance. In school she used to go out with boys from time to time, but those weren't really boyfriends, just guy friends. Of course she had been with some boys: there was that Enishi guy, and before him a Soujirou, but she hadn't gone further then kisses and stuff with either.
But this man who was standing next to his little sister on the other side of the dojo had not only received more than innocent kisses and hugs, he tried to have his Kaoru in the whole sense of the word. Just thinking that make Aoshi's blood freeze, and he had the burning desire of separate that red head off his shoulders.
Aoshi breathed, trying to relax, and began watching his sister. One had to be blind to not notice the difference in the way the girl acted with this man compared to the others. Aoshi let out a soft sigh. It was obvious that it was more than just a crush. He could tell that in the way she looked at him: as he was the only existing thing in her world. And the red-head was watching her in the same absorbing way, listening to her every word, following her every movement.
Aoshi began to wonder when they had truly met. According to Kaoru, they had seen each other just yesterday morning. But for the way both were acting, he could tell that they had met long ago, like months ago, perhaps even years. 'Was that thing about past lives true?' he wondered. He denied it almost immediately. Logic was against it. But what if it was true? What would happen if her sister had fallen in love with a man more than a hundred years ago? And what if that same man had been looking for his past love all his present live? If, for any silly fate, all that was true, then not even his father would be able to step between them. Less he by himself.
He began inspecting Kenshin again. If his sister and he were able to develop the relationship, then it was more than possible that they would both end up together. Would his father allow that to happen? Would he accept the new family member? Aoshi wasn't sure. His father had never bothered him with his own girlfriends or love affairs, but with his little daughter, it was different, completely different. Since she had turned fourteen, he had practically besieged her. He knew almost all her friends, those who she hung out with, who she liked, and those she disliked as well.
Any other female would have gone nuts with that kind of father, but not Kao-chan, oh no. Every time she had felt her father was getting too annoying, she would put on one hell of a fight. Who won depended on who was right, and mother played judge. But father always reminded her that there were not going to be 'ahous' in the family. Well, this was a golden opportunity for Niiyama; if he was able to prove that he was good with a sword, then at least he would have that 'chance' to 'maybe' be something serious in the eyes of his father.
Aoshi sigh again. He wished everything would go fine. He didn't like the idea of a guy who barely knew his sister had stolen her out from under his very nose. No, he didn't like it, not in the least. And he would make sure to keep an eye on him all the time, at least, until he met *his* standards. Everything depended of today.
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Kenshin assent to what Kaoru said. She had already explained to him that they had supposedly meet by chatting. Both had agreed what days and how much time each day, and things like that. They needed to correlate the details if they wanted to fool Sait... Hayashibara-SAN. It was a little difficult for Kenshin to remember the new name, and even more difficult to end it with the respective suffix, but if he had to deal with Kaoru's father, he would have to do it with all the respect he could muster.
Kaoru was impatient. The time was drawing near, and the idiot rooster head hadn't arrived yet. Kenshin had told him that he had to bring his sakabatou, and even if Kaoru haven't meet Sano in this lifetime yet, she was almost sure that he still had that horrible sense of direction. "Mou," she whispered, in a bad mood. Her father could arrive any minute now, and she didn't want to think in what would happen if Kenshin fought with an edged sword.
Kenshin smiled. He was worried too and for the same reason that Kaoru was. Sano's sense of direction wasn't the best in the world, but he was the fastest. If his calculations were correct, Sano would take only fifteen minutes to get to his apartment using his bike (half the time that Kenshin would take in his car), if he added another five minutes to look in the wardrobe, get the sword and got back to his bike, then he would just have 10 minutes left to reach to the Matsukawa dojo. Kenshin was sure that he could do it.
"Daijoubou, I am sure Sano will arrive soon," said Kenshin, stopping himself from caressing Kaoru's soft face. He wanted to, but it was better not to do so, not with the way Aoshi was looking at him. It was strange trying to reach the iceberg. He didn't have to use his ki ability to sense that he was being analyzed in all aspects. But at least he was a passive opponent. Kenshin was sure that he wouldn't interfere physically, but that didn't mean that he had to agree with the relationship. Kaoru had told him that her brother knew the truth and that he had helped them get Kenshin out from the prision, so Kenshin was grateful, but if he kept looking at him like that... Kenshin sighed... he was getting cold.
Seconds later everyone in the dojo heard the roar of a bike.
Sano entered into the room with a large and thin package under his arm. He looked toward both sides. On the right side was Misao's Ice man whom Sano recognized, and on the other side was Kenshin with... WOW, Sano didn't knew her, but she was pretty. He looked her over from head to toe. Yep, very pretty, he confirmed, and by the way Kenshin was standing close to her, it was obvious that there was something between them.
Sano walked toward the couple, not caring about Aoshi (not that he would have cared about Sano in the first place).
"Hey, bro'. Let's see if you can explain what the hell is going on now. And, why do you have this damn thing in your place? Are you crazy?" he asked indicating that the sword was the object in question. He then turned to face Kaoru, stared at her for a couple of seconds, and with a grin on his face said, "And what about you, honey? I definitely haven't seen you before. 'wouldn't forget ya'"
Kaoru looked at him, first amazed, and then angry. 'Honey???!!! How dare he!!! That idiot... good for nothing!!!'
"Maa maa, Sano." Kenshin began saying like always, but the brightness in his eyes instantly stopped any flirting the ex gangster might have thought of "She is Kaoru. Hayashibara Kaoru," he said, emphasizing her last name. When Sano caught that she was Aoshi's sister, Kenshin added. "My girlfriend."
Sano looked from Kaoru to Aoshi and back. 'Sister? of the iceberg?' he thought. How could someone so charming share blood with someone so... so... so Aoshi. But Kenshin's last words were the ones that made his jaw touch the floor. Had he heard correctly?
Kaoru was floating in heaven. Not only had Kenshin managed to put the roosted head in his place, but he had called her 'his girlfriend'. Could there be anything more beautiful that that? Ohhh, Kaoru was happy. Very very very very happy - but it was a shame that the happiness didn't last long.
"Girlfriend? Says who?" asked a cold and emotionless voice from the dojo entrance, while an intense smell of smoke filled the place.
Everyone turned toward the door, and yeah, there was the Mibu's Wolf, katana in hand, ready to make the bastard who had touched his little girl pay for his actions.
Kenshin looked into his eyes fearlessly. He had to win. It didn't matter how, but he had to. With calm and ease, he unsheathed his sword, and Sano looked at his hands wondering when had Kenshin taken the sword from him.
The bright golden light in his eyes seemed to melt with the violet, making a strange combination of both. Kenshin walked slowly to the back of the dojo, while Hajime took the other side.
Seconds later, both swords met with a loud clang.
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So? Do you like it? I hope so. There are good news. The nxt chapter is already finished. It is right now in the hands of Mir-sama, to be check and revised. I will put it up as soon as she send it back to me!!!
Don't forget to review!!! Onegai!!!!
Just another little tiny chibi thing... this chapter is divided in two parts. The first one and the second one... duh... like that wasn't obvious... never mind, I just wanted you all to know. Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Just read it, and ONEGAI!! Don't forget to review me.... I love reviews near as much as I love K&K.
Ok!! Go on and read!!!
Disclaimer: RK not mine snif... but it should be!!! (Not true Watsuki-sama... don't read this!!!)
¡¡¡¡Y mis especiales agradecimientos a Bela!!! Sin ella, éste capítulo estaría repleto de 'habías' y horribles conjugaciones!!!
Enjoy!!
Aishitteiru Forever
By Koneko-dono
Chapter 6: Battousai Vs Mibu's Wolf (A)
Kenshin pondered his options. Kaoru was driving with ease and confidence, but they still had plenty of time to get to the dojo; it seemed that Saitoh had planned it that way. The problem was that Kenshin needed his sakabatou, and he wasn't carrying it with him. And that mean that he would have to fight against Sait... err, Hayashibara-SAN, he correct himself, using the sword that he'd give him.
From what Kaoru had told him, her father would without a doubt be using a katana. He had done it before, specially to extract information from 'not talking' people, and she was sure that he would do it again. His position in the government allowed him do take some liberties, like using katanas, or to imprison people without a formal arrest, and all that just because he worked for the security department, aka the Japanese CIA.
But Kenshin refused to use a katana. He hadn't used one in this lifetime, and he would rather continue like that. Even his own sakabatou was only used when he was alone, just to train, never against other people, and thus it was in his apartment, and his apartment was next to the Higuchi dojo, in which he work, on the other side of the city. Kenshin was convinced that Hayashibara-san had investigated him, and thus, his interest in the fight, to prove the power of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, and also in revenge for what he had done to his daughter. But that didn't matter; it was time to resolve past lives unfinished business.
Several things had changed in him; the most important would be Battousai. In the Tokugawa era, Battousai, even if he had been a part of himself, was emotionless and without feelings and only cared about completing the on-going mission, as fast and efficiently possible -- but he always believed that all that dead would bring one day pace and joy to Japan. He had NEVER killed for pleasure, not even when he was more lost than ever. On the other hand, there was the vagabond. The objective had been the same, a better future for everyone, but this time the means were as important to him as the ends. And being the rurouni, he vowed to never shed blood again. And he upheld that vow, even if he had to always guard against the awakening of Battousai, controlling the need that he sometimes felt to destroy obstacles quickly.
But now, things have changed. He had grown up under the guidance of the best father he could have had. Niiyama Kenji had been strong and strict but also understanding. Maybe he didn't catch all that was happening to his son, but he had always been there ready to give good advice mixed between the insults. And Kenshin had learned not to control the savageness in him, but instead to tame it. Now, both personalities had become one. Kenshin was still friendly and innocent, but now he revealed much more his male side; he trained earnestly in the Higuchi dojo, and he taught kendo with determination. And when he was on a court he could be simply implacable. His friends knew very well when he wasn't playing around. Kenshin could get angry, but he was not the kind of guy that lost his mind and began hitting and kicking. He preferred to win 'intelligently'.
But this was a battle that he couldn't avoid. And there was no way he could go to his apartment to retrieve his sakabatou and then go all the way back to the Matsukawa dojo in just one hour.
Kenshin watched his clock. They had just 45 minutes left.
"Kaoru," he said. "Could you lend me you cell phone?"
Kaoru watched him out of the corner of her eye. She knew he had something on his mind; he had been too quiet ever since they left the military school.
"Hai," she answered as, never taking her eyes from the road, she slipped her hand into one of her pockets to get retrieve the phone.
Kenshin took it and dialed a number.
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"But Foxy, I swear by the goodness of luck that I don't know anything. I called him more then 25 times, and the idiot didn't even answer. I swear I haven't seen him since yesterday at the cafeteria, and you were with me then, remember?" said Sano with the most innocent puppy eyes he could muster.
He and Megumi were on the grass near the medical building of Tokyo University. The weather was warm, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and both of them were enjoying the cool shadow of the trees they were under. Of course they would have enjoyed it a little more if she hadn't been so worried.
Megumi looked at him doubtfully. It was midday, and they haven't seen Kenshin since the day before when the Gumi, well said, Misao, Sano, Kenshin and she ate together.
Megumi wouldn't have been worried if she hadn't seen the ethics teacher that morning, and he had commented to her that Kenshin missed his 9 am class and therefore a test that represented 20% of the final average.
She had also called Kenshin several times already and had left several messages on his phone machine, but the redheaded still hadn't shown any signs of being alive.
Sano tried to calm her by assuring her that he probably had gone out last night and now was so asleep (or drunk) that he wasn't listening for the phone. Of course that was something one wouldn't suspect of Kenshin, of Sano yes, but of Kenshin ...
If they had been talking about any other guy, Megumi wouldn't have cared, but this was Kenshin, the very same Kenshin who, the past semester, almost failed 5 of the 7 classes he was taking because of absences. He was lucky that the teachers appreciated him and of that he was maintaining one of the highest averages of his career.
She didn't understood how the brains of that man worked. She knew he loved his career, and that was the reason for his excellent qualifications, but from time to time, he just suffered of what she called 'crazy traumas'.
Like that time she remembered when he had been obsessed with dojos; he just had to know all of them, from the tiniest to the biggest in the city, only God knows why, and because of that craziness, he didn't attend classes for almost two weeks.
Fortunately, Kenshin had passed his finals without difficulty, and then he had gone to Kyoto for vacation. Megumi thought that he was fine, for being with his sister calmed him, but it seemed that he had begun with old habits again. What if he was now visiting all the restaurants on Tokyo or something like that? That boy was gaga, and Megumi had just decided that she would do him a lobotomy.
She sighed. It was a wonderful day, and she was in a bad mood. Ken-san was going to pay for that, she thought.
Sano pulled Megumi closer, trying to calm her with soft caresses, and Megumi was beginning to return them with equally soft kisses when Sano's cell phone rang loudly. Sano cursed angrily and answered the demoniac thing in a bad mood, cursing the fact that he was just 'getting hot'.
"Talk," he said distractedly, but his attention immediately focused on the cell phone when he recognized the other voice.
"Hey Kenshin. Where the hell have you being? We have been calling you like freaks all day, why do you have a damn call phone if you refust to use it? Are you go-" said Sano, but he couldn't continue, because Kenshin interrupted him.
"Look Sano, I don't have time. Go to my place, and in my wardrobe, behind my suits, is a Japanese sword. I need you to take it to the Matsukawa dojo. Do you remember it? We went there once when there was that championship with the Higuchi dojo. It's that one near the police department. You must be there in half hour. Sano, this is important. You must hurry."
"I got it. But why the hell do you want a sword? And why do you have one in the first place?"
"Sano, there is no time. Hurry," answered Kenshin before he hung up.
Sano kept looking at the phone after Kenshin stopped speaking, trying to understand the situation. He wasn't thinking on using it, ne? He thought. That would be absurd... absolutely crazy.
Megumi understood that the one speaking with her boyfriend was Kenshin. But what had a sword to do with all this? They had been talking about one, of that she was sure. Megumi keep looking at Sano, waiting for an explanation. But, he just sat there, frozen.
But only for a couple of seconds, because he suddenly rose while whispering curses between his teeth and saying the worst words he knew.
Megumi looked at him in surprise. And more so, when he turn to her, he kissed her quickly on her lips and left saying: "I've to go! Kenshin is in trouble, 'see you later!" Megumi was left there, under the tree, without a clue to what was going on... 'Arghh' she thought 'MEN!!!'.
Sano knew it, Kenshin was going to fight. 'Shit what kind of problem was Kenshin in now?' He thought while turning on his bike and going straight to Kenshin's apartment as faster as possible.
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~~~~~~~~ Matsukawa dojo~~~ 12:50 am ~~~~
Aoshi stared at Niiyama. He and his sister had just arrived at the dojo, and now the three of them were waiting for his father. The fight must begin at one o'clock, and knowing his father, he wouldn't be there until the exact time. In the few minutes left, Aoshi studied the man her sister had fallen in love with. It didn't matter that he was uncomfortable. He was going to know if that man was worthy of his imouto.
He had never gotten himself into the love life of his sister before. And anyway, her list of lovers wasn't long. Kaoru wasn't easy to romance. In school she used to go out with boys from time to time, but those weren't really boyfriends, just guy friends. Of course she had been with some boys: there was that Enishi guy, and before him a Soujirou, but she hadn't gone further then kisses and stuff with either.
But this man who was standing next to his little sister on the other side of the dojo had not only received more than innocent kisses and hugs, he tried to have his Kaoru in the whole sense of the word. Just thinking that make Aoshi's blood freeze, and he had the burning desire of separate that red head off his shoulders.
Aoshi breathed, trying to relax, and began watching his sister. One had to be blind to not notice the difference in the way the girl acted with this man compared to the others. Aoshi let out a soft sigh. It was obvious that it was more than just a crush. He could tell that in the way she looked at him: as he was the only existing thing in her world. And the red-head was watching her in the same absorbing way, listening to her every word, following her every movement.
Aoshi began to wonder when they had truly met. According to Kaoru, they had seen each other just yesterday morning. But for the way both were acting, he could tell that they had met long ago, like months ago, perhaps even years. 'Was that thing about past lives true?' he wondered. He denied it almost immediately. Logic was against it. But what if it was true? What would happen if her sister had fallen in love with a man more than a hundred years ago? And what if that same man had been looking for his past love all his present live? If, for any silly fate, all that was true, then not even his father would be able to step between them. Less he by himself.
He began inspecting Kenshin again. If his sister and he were able to develop the relationship, then it was more than possible that they would both end up together. Would his father allow that to happen? Would he accept the new family member? Aoshi wasn't sure. His father had never bothered him with his own girlfriends or love affairs, but with his little daughter, it was different, completely different. Since she had turned fourteen, he had practically besieged her. He knew almost all her friends, those who she hung out with, who she liked, and those she disliked as well.
Any other female would have gone nuts with that kind of father, but not Kao-chan, oh no. Every time she had felt her father was getting too annoying, she would put on one hell of a fight. Who won depended on who was right, and mother played judge. But father always reminded her that there were not going to be 'ahous' in the family. Well, this was a golden opportunity for Niiyama; if he was able to prove that he was good with a sword, then at least he would have that 'chance' to 'maybe' be something serious in the eyes of his father.
Aoshi sigh again. He wished everything would go fine. He didn't like the idea of a guy who barely knew his sister had stolen her out from under his very nose. No, he didn't like it, not in the least. And he would make sure to keep an eye on him all the time, at least, until he met *his* standards. Everything depended of today.
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Kenshin assent to what Kaoru said. She had already explained to him that they had supposedly meet by chatting. Both had agreed what days and how much time each day, and things like that. They needed to correlate the details if they wanted to fool Sait... Hayashibara-SAN. It was a little difficult for Kenshin to remember the new name, and even more difficult to end it with the respective suffix, but if he had to deal with Kaoru's father, he would have to do it with all the respect he could muster.
Kaoru was impatient. The time was drawing near, and the idiot rooster head hadn't arrived yet. Kenshin had told him that he had to bring his sakabatou, and even if Kaoru haven't meet Sano in this lifetime yet, she was almost sure that he still had that horrible sense of direction. "Mou," she whispered, in a bad mood. Her father could arrive any minute now, and she didn't want to think in what would happen if Kenshin fought with an edged sword.
Kenshin smiled. He was worried too and for the same reason that Kaoru was. Sano's sense of direction wasn't the best in the world, but he was the fastest. If his calculations were correct, Sano would take only fifteen minutes to get to his apartment using his bike (half the time that Kenshin would take in his car), if he added another five minutes to look in the wardrobe, get the sword and got back to his bike, then he would just have 10 minutes left to reach to the Matsukawa dojo. Kenshin was sure that he could do it.
"Daijoubou, I am sure Sano will arrive soon," said Kenshin, stopping himself from caressing Kaoru's soft face. He wanted to, but it was better not to do so, not with the way Aoshi was looking at him. It was strange trying to reach the iceberg. He didn't have to use his ki ability to sense that he was being analyzed in all aspects. But at least he was a passive opponent. Kenshin was sure that he wouldn't interfere physically, but that didn't mean that he had to agree with the relationship. Kaoru had told him that her brother knew the truth and that he had helped them get Kenshin out from the prision, so Kenshin was grateful, but if he kept looking at him like that... Kenshin sighed... he was getting cold.
Seconds later everyone in the dojo heard the roar of a bike.
Sano entered into the room with a large and thin package under his arm. He looked toward both sides. On the right side was Misao's Ice man whom Sano recognized, and on the other side was Kenshin with... WOW, Sano didn't knew her, but she was pretty. He looked her over from head to toe. Yep, very pretty, he confirmed, and by the way Kenshin was standing close to her, it was obvious that there was something between them.
Sano walked toward the couple, not caring about Aoshi (not that he would have cared about Sano in the first place).
"Hey, bro'. Let's see if you can explain what the hell is going on now. And, why do you have this damn thing in your place? Are you crazy?" he asked indicating that the sword was the object in question. He then turned to face Kaoru, stared at her for a couple of seconds, and with a grin on his face said, "And what about you, honey? I definitely haven't seen you before. 'wouldn't forget ya'"
Kaoru looked at him, first amazed, and then angry. 'Honey???!!! How dare he!!! That idiot... good for nothing!!!'
"Maa maa, Sano." Kenshin began saying like always, but the brightness in his eyes instantly stopped any flirting the ex gangster might have thought of "She is Kaoru. Hayashibara Kaoru," he said, emphasizing her last name. When Sano caught that she was Aoshi's sister, Kenshin added. "My girlfriend."
Sano looked from Kaoru to Aoshi and back. 'Sister? of the iceberg?' he thought. How could someone so charming share blood with someone so... so... so Aoshi. But Kenshin's last words were the ones that made his jaw touch the floor. Had he heard correctly?
Kaoru was floating in heaven. Not only had Kenshin managed to put the roosted head in his place, but he had called her 'his girlfriend'. Could there be anything more beautiful that that? Ohhh, Kaoru was happy. Very very very very happy - but it was a shame that the happiness didn't last long.
"Girlfriend? Says who?" asked a cold and emotionless voice from the dojo entrance, while an intense smell of smoke filled the place.
Everyone turned toward the door, and yeah, there was the Mibu's Wolf, katana in hand, ready to make the bastard who had touched his little girl pay for his actions.
Kenshin looked into his eyes fearlessly. He had to win. It didn't matter how, but he had to. With calm and ease, he unsheathed his sword, and Sano looked at his hands wondering when had Kenshin taken the sword from him.
The bright golden light in his eyes seemed to melt with the violet, making a strange combination of both. Kenshin walked slowly to the back of the dojo, while Hajime took the other side.
Seconds later, both swords met with a loud clang.
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So? Do you like it? I hope so. There are good news. The nxt chapter is already finished. It is right now in the hands of Mir-sama, to be check and revised. I will put it up as soon as she send it back to me!!!
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