Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is owned by Nobuhiro Watsuki
A thousand different shades of green whizzed passed her window, making her dizzy. It was either that, or the constant up and down motions of the train were making her a bit queasy. Kaoru opened her window, letting her raven hair fly in the wind.
"Ah, finally, the food is here! I've been waiting for hours!" her younger brother, Yahiko complained as attendants stepped into their first- class cabin. 'Only two years into this rich lifestyle and he's already a spoilt brat,' Kaoru mused.
As soon as the food reached the table, Yahiko started to devour the lavish spread, making Kaoru think that he would choke anytime soon. Kaoru put on a more serious expression, "Anou, Yahiko, I hope you won't be like that in Tokyo. I don't think Aoshi-niichan would like that behaviour, since he's always so cold and serious."
"Yeah whatever, busu. I'm sure he'd hate you for being so ugly!" Yahiko replied, triggering a war of insults between the two.
She and Yahiko were going to Tokyo, from Kyoto, to live with their rich stepbrother, Aoshi. Both their parents were in London, so it was up to Aoshi to take care of them. Kaoru disliked this arrangement, as she did not like him at all. She even thought her mother was irresponsible for pushing them away to a cold stranger, just to be with her new husband. Kaoru liked her stepfather; he was caring, jolly, humorous and downright gullible.
Kaoru chuckled to herself as she began to dig in her own food. Her stepfather always gave in to what her mother would request him to do. And starting a branch of his successful business franchise in London was one of them.
Going to London was none of Kaoru's intentions. She wanted to stay in Japan, just as what her father would have wished for her. A flash of sadness dimmed her face. Her father had died of cancer when she was only nine years old, while Yahiko was barely walking. Since then, her mother has been into a string of dates. 'Too many to count,' Kaoru thought.
After a few hours of traveling, Kaoru and Yahiko reached Tokyo. They didn't even bother with their luggage as they knew one of their helpers would carry it for them. Soon, they were escorted to a black mini-van and were soon on the way to the Shinomori mansion. They've done this many times before, it became a routine.
Kaoru looked out the window, staring at the buildings pass by. She was amazed, from a beautiful natural landscape, to a more urban fashion; she wondered which one she liked more.
When she reached the mansion, she walked straight in, forgetting gawk at the massive size of the mansion, like the first time she saw it. She plopped on the lush living room couch, feeling the velvet on it. Yahiko plopped beside her and continued to play with his Nintendo that he had been fussing over earlier on.
Just then, Aoshi strode in the living room with three other guys. 'Probably from his college,' Kaoru thought. This reminded her; she had to go to his college as well. Life just got better! Not.
"Kaoru, dressed like a simpleton as always," Aoshi said coolly. Kaoru looked at her white shirt and jeans. She shrugged. She always ignored his insults, and equally remarked, "Good afternoon, Aoshi-niichan. If you hadn't spoke I would have thought you were a zombie."
He nodded at Kaoru and Yahiko, ignoring her remark and wordlessly accepting their presence. Yahiko yawned, "I'm tired, I'll go to my room now. Night, guys!" Kaoru watched as the kid raced to his room.
She stared at Aoshi, waiting for an introduction. Oblivious to what Kaoru's request was, he mouthed "Nani?" to her. Rolling her eyes she stuck out her hand.
"Kamiya Kaoru," she introduced, shaking a tall, spiky-haired, skinny man's hand. "Sano, Sagara Sanosuke," he replied with a goofy smile.
"Seta Soujirou," a young-looking man with a grin followed. She could tell his face was stuck like that for a long time.
"Himura Kenshin," a red-headed man with a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek said. Kaoru was amazed; she had never seen eyes of the colour lavender, as Kenshin's before.In fact, she had never seen such a beautiful man like this before, either! His lavender eyes met her sapphire ones, colouring her cheeks crimson. Kenshin kept his eyes on her, his face emotionless.
"Oi, Aoshi, we should go," Sano called, tugging at the red sash on his head.
"Ah. Get some sleep, Kaoru, you look terrible." Aoshi smirked. Kaoru wanted to bash him up, but he wanted to act lady-like in front of Kenshin.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"None of your business, tanuki," With that, he left.
A thousand different shades of green whizzed passed her window, making her dizzy. It was either that, or the constant up and down motions of the train were making her a bit queasy. Kaoru opened her window, letting her raven hair fly in the wind.
"Ah, finally, the food is here! I've been waiting for hours!" her younger brother, Yahiko complained as attendants stepped into their first- class cabin. 'Only two years into this rich lifestyle and he's already a spoilt brat,' Kaoru mused.
As soon as the food reached the table, Yahiko started to devour the lavish spread, making Kaoru think that he would choke anytime soon. Kaoru put on a more serious expression, "Anou, Yahiko, I hope you won't be like that in Tokyo. I don't think Aoshi-niichan would like that behaviour, since he's always so cold and serious."
"Yeah whatever, busu. I'm sure he'd hate you for being so ugly!" Yahiko replied, triggering a war of insults between the two.
She and Yahiko were going to Tokyo, from Kyoto, to live with their rich stepbrother, Aoshi. Both their parents were in London, so it was up to Aoshi to take care of them. Kaoru disliked this arrangement, as she did not like him at all. She even thought her mother was irresponsible for pushing them away to a cold stranger, just to be with her new husband. Kaoru liked her stepfather; he was caring, jolly, humorous and downright gullible.
Kaoru chuckled to herself as she began to dig in her own food. Her stepfather always gave in to what her mother would request him to do. And starting a branch of his successful business franchise in London was one of them.
Going to London was none of Kaoru's intentions. She wanted to stay in Japan, just as what her father would have wished for her. A flash of sadness dimmed her face. Her father had died of cancer when she was only nine years old, while Yahiko was barely walking. Since then, her mother has been into a string of dates. 'Too many to count,' Kaoru thought.
After a few hours of traveling, Kaoru and Yahiko reached Tokyo. They didn't even bother with their luggage as they knew one of their helpers would carry it for them. Soon, they were escorted to a black mini-van and were soon on the way to the Shinomori mansion. They've done this many times before, it became a routine.
Kaoru looked out the window, staring at the buildings pass by. She was amazed, from a beautiful natural landscape, to a more urban fashion; she wondered which one she liked more.
When she reached the mansion, she walked straight in, forgetting gawk at the massive size of the mansion, like the first time she saw it. She plopped on the lush living room couch, feeling the velvet on it. Yahiko plopped beside her and continued to play with his Nintendo that he had been fussing over earlier on.
Just then, Aoshi strode in the living room with three other guys. 'Probably from his college,' Kaoru thought. This reminded her; she had to go to his college as well. Life just got better! Not.
"Kaoru, dressed like a simpleton as always," Aoshi said coolly. Kaoru looked at her white shirt and jeans. She shrugged. She always ignored his insults, and equally remarked, "Good afternoon, Aoshi-niichan. If you hadn't spoke I would have thought you were a zombie."
He nodded at Kaoru and Yahiko, ignoring her remark and wordlessly accepting their presence. Yahiko yawned, "I'm tired, I'll go to my room now. Night, guys!" Kaoru watched as the kid raced to his room.
She stared at Aoshi, waiting for an introduction. Oblivious to what Kaoru's request was, he mouthed "Nani?" to her. Rolling her eyes she stuck out her hand.
"Kamiya Kaoru," she introduced, shaking a tall, spiky-haired, skinny man's hand. "Sano, Sagara Sanosuke," he replied with a goofy smile.
"Seta Soujirou," a young-looking man with a grin followed. She could tell his face was stuck like that for a long time.
"Himura Kenshin," a red-headed man with a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek said. Kaoru was amazed; she had never seen eyes of the colour lavender, as Kenshin's before.In fact, she had never seen such a beautiful man like this before, either! His lavender eyes met her sapphire ones, colouring her cheeks crimson. Kenshin kept his eyes on her, his face emotionless.
"Oi, Aoshi, we should go," Sano called, tugging at the red sash on his head.
"Ah. Get some sleep, Kaoru, you look terrible." Aoshi smirked. Kaoru wanted to bash him up, but he wanted to act lady-like in front of Kenshin.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"None of your business, tanuki," With that, he left.