Disclaimer: I do not own RuroKen. I do own Luna and Sujo Tinuviel.
A/N: Sorry for the late update. After taking a break from writing and then having writer's block I finally finished the chapter. This one ended up a little short, but oh well. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 11
Dirty Cloak
After much insisting, Luna and her grandfather were finally able to convince Seijuro to go with them to visit Kenshin and the gang. It had been a little over three months since she and Sujo left the Kamiya dojo to train at Hiko's.
Luna jumped for joy when Seijuro finally said 'ok'. The two had to, literally, nag him to the point of no end to get him to go; and it was out of pure annoyance that he gave in.
"I swear, you two can be the most annoying idiots when it comes to something like this," he said standing up and walking away.
As he passed by the joy couple they froze in their places. A stench arose from Seijuro's cloak causing Luna to fall backwards holding her nose and Sujo to twitch.
"ACK! When was the last time he washed that thing," she remarked pointing to the red collared white cloak Hiko wore.
"I don't know, but now that you mention it has been quite a while since I've seen him wash it," Sujo responded eye slightly twitching. "You know, it's times like this where I wonder if Shisho really notices the smell or if he does and just doesn't bother to do anything about it."
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The trio were to set out the next day and so Luna and Sujo contemplated on how to get Hiko's cloak and wash it. After almost an hour they decided to wait till he had gone to sleep. From there they would try to find the thing and wash over night.
That night they did just that. Luna went to get the wash basin and set it up with the water and everything. Sujo was left with the job of finding the abominable stench that was Hiko's cloak.
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Luna waited outside as Sujo went scavenging for the cloak. It wasn't long before she saw him sneak out with a white bundle folded up in his arm. There, in the dead of night, with a bucket full of soapy water and a needle and thread, they washed and fixed the thing.
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Dawn rose as it always did as two apprentices slept upright against a tree. Seijuro's cloak hanging on a clothes line that had been loosely strung between two trees nearby; for one end seemed to go in at an angle.
That mourning, when Seijuro woke up, a clash of things hitting each other and the sound of opening drawers was heard. But that did not wake up the sleeping duo. For they slept through it all. It wasn't till a minute later, did Hiko realize that they had not come in during the night. He peered out the window and found the two asleep under a nearby tree, and there, not five feet from them, hung his cloak.
Inspecting it carefully, he noticed the small hole that had been made near the bottom of the thing was carefully patched up. Patched up well enough to where you could barely tell there was any hole to begin with.
Luna opened one eye and then the other just as Hiko took the cloak off the line and put it on. Needle and thread still in her hands, she stood up and stretched. In the process, waking Sujo with a slight jolt. During the night he had leaned his head against her shoulder.
"I see you found your cloak," she stated, putting the needle and thread in her skirt pocket (her skirt being tucked underneath her hakama).
Seijuro ignored her until just before he walked through the door. In which, you could barely make out a small 'thank you' being breathed out.
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An hour later from Sujo and Luna waking up, the three were on their way. Luna looked at the items, from a distance, on the passing stands as they walked through Kyoto. As they did, she began to wonder how long she'd be there. She had no objection to staying, for she had made some good friends and she was able to see her home town again. But she was beginning to feel a little home sick. Finding her new home and new friends in America, she was beginning to miss them. Not to mention she had no idea whether or not she, herself, was alive or dead in her time.
A small smile formed as she thought to herself, Everything will be ok in the end. I'll find my way back.
A/N: Well... chapter 11. Reviews are very much welcome with open arms. Please, no flames. Crunstructive critisism accepted aswell as annonymous reviews.
Thank you for reading .
