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author's notes :
Yey ! I've finally received thirty reviews ! I'm soooo happy ! ahem, anyway ... ta da ! here's the fourth chapter ... unfortunately, Kaoru's gone for good, yep, she threw a hissy fit during the filming of this the other day, so I kicked her off the show - she's gonna be replaced by - WAHAHAHAHA ... i'm sure you know that i'm JUST KIDDING !!! ... anyway, what i had meant to say was that she isn't making an appearance in this chapter ... she left remember ? in the previous chapter ... but yes, she and kenshin will be reunited in the next chapter ( chapter 5, which will be veeery long ) ... he will find her again of course ! ... this chapter is the actual start of the story ( gasp ! you may be wondering what the last 3 chapters were - they were just part of the introduction ^_^; ) this whole chapter is basically focusing on kenshin ... my sugarpie ! *sweatdrops* ... ehehehe ... i'm joking, geez ...
i'm assuming that you guys ( the readers ) won't like this chapter that much ... sigh, i sure didn't ... but don't worry, the next chapter is full of WAFF ( i'm hoping WAFF stands for what i think it is ) and K&K sparks, plus the start of Misao & Aoshi's relationship ...* bobs head energetically* ...
to clear up the reader's confusion, TENSHI means angel ... hence the title of my fic ! ... to answer other questions posted by readers in the reviews, Kaoru is not a hooker, or whatever else my pop into your mind, but there is a reason why she dressed up like that and went to the bar and all ... all will be revealed in time ... after all, patience is a virtue ... someone asked about the ages of the characters in my fic as compared to the actual anime series ... hehehe, i don't even know how old they really are but if my estimations are correct, there's like a ten year ( or more ) difference between Kenshin and Kaoru's ages ... eeew ! *ducks frying pans thrown at her* ... use your imagination ! i can't dictate how you envision them to be since it is an alternate universe fic ...
oh yeah, before i forget to remind you peeps ( readers ) ... don't forget to read the notes at the end of the chapter ... not that important though ... don't forget to do a review ... i mean, how long would it take to type a couple of words and press submit ?
i forgot to mention in the previous chapters that I do not own rurouni kenshin, nor do i own any of the characters and all ... plus, i'm not a good target for lawsuits coz, well, i don't own anything ...
anata ^ _^
Chapter Four - Waking Up Alone
Kenshin woke up alone. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he surveyed the room, only to find non-existent traces of his angel. Knowing the difference between a dream and reality, he wasn't one to assume that all that had happened was merely his imagination spawned from the liquor and loss of blood the previous night. Therefore, with precise analyzing, he concluded that she, Tenshi, was in the bathroom. Covering a few more adorable yawns, Kenshin recalled what had happened between them last night.
His lips curved into a sensual and somewhat feral grin as he envisioned her. No, it wasn't because he found her body extraordinarily appealing - she was sexy, he had to admit that, but there was something else that drew him to her. She intrigued him. No one had actually been able to do that. Some had slightly piqued his interest, surprised him, even excited him, but she was different.
When he had fainted last night, he instinctively assumed that she would have kicked him, or call the police, or anything - anything but save his life despite that fact that he was a total stranger who had been threatening her just seconds ago. He couldn't understand her actions. Was she crazy ? His instincts told him that he had been oblivious to his identity, that he was filthy rich - so what could have been her reason ?
' Could she have actually been - nah. She couldn't possibly, I mean, how many years have I gone through life without meeting someone … nice ? '
He burst out laughing. Years of struggling, battling against those who wanted to prevent him from reaching his dreams of success, had truly jaded him. He couldn't even remember the last company or major business group that he had toppled with his merciless business prowess - was it Mr. Shishio's company or Hakama Inc., the manufacturer that had refused to continue producing his favorite white pants that went so well with his pinkish fuschia business suits ? It didn't actually matter because he had emerged victorious.
He was Kenshin, the Corporate Slasher. He was the good guy. He would always win, despite the bloodshed and tears, literally.
Kenshin's laughter quickly evaporated as he remembered Tenshi. She was an enigma, a puzzle he would surely enjoy. Adorably confused purple eyes blinked, only to be replaced by a look of steely determination. Confusion and uncertainty were weaknesses he could live without. He would get the girl - wouldn't he ?
No longer drowsy, he suddenly noticed the sounds around him - or lack thereof. There was nothing but silence.
Warily, Kenshin stood up from the blood soaked bed, and crept towards the bathroom. His hand reached for the door knob, pausing only for a minute to recall the bathroom scene from Alfred Hitchcock's movie, Psycho. Heck, he didn't want to scare the daylights out of her, so he chose instead to knock.
No answer.
He knocked again, three sharp raps against the wooden frame, but still no answer. Out of worry and an overactive imagination, which depicted Tenshi being kidnapped and carried off by weirdos like the guys in the bar, Kenshin knocked down the door. Impressed by his seemingly natural fighting grace, he put on his sexy innocent grin as insurance in case she would believe that he was really insane for wrecking the door.
The sight of the cheaply decorated toilet greeted him. It was void of any living forms except for himself and a stray cockroach or two.
Kenshin did not panic. Instead he rationalized to the best of his abilities in such a situation. There were still other places in the room where she could be in. Under the bed, in the closet, behind the curtains - hundreds of irrational possibilities flooded his mind before he began to tear up the room in search of her. It never occurred to him that it was impossible for a fully grown woman to conceal herself in such a cramped room, until he had finished destroying what had once been a slightly decent motel room.
It eventually registered in his mind that she was truly gone. No farewell, no traces that she had even been there were left except for the creases on the bed where she had sat while wiping his wounds.
Almost mechanically, Kenshin began to dress up as his brain began working furiously. Finding nothing but the bloody tatters of what had been his expensive Armani shirt, he grabbed the only article of clothing he could find in the room, which was the complimentary bathrobe. Debating whether going out shirtless or wearing a huge bathrobe that touched the floor because of his short build, was more embarrassing, he picked propriety. It wouldn't do him any good to have pictures of him leaving a motel without his shirt on, wallpapered in every tabloid in the country.
By the time he had finished, he had already organized a plan. He would go down to the lobby and ask for information about Tenshi. There was no doubt in his mind that he would find her.
Trudging towards the lobby, amidst the raised eyebrows and snickers aimed at him by passerbys, Kenshin gritted his teeth. They would all pay. He politely asked the woman for information about the person who had occupied the room. He then learned the motel's policy about a guest's privacy was made void with the assistance of a small but sufficiently hefty bribe. Despite all his all this, his efforts were wasted. Apparently, the person who had registered under room 109 was a ninety year old woman Mary Smith, obviously not whom he was looking for. No other details were included because she had paid in cash. If she was not really ' Tenshi', and she couldn't possibly be Mary Smith, who could she be ?
It was only then and there that Kenshin realized that his angel, had she really been named Tenshi, was truly gone. His head began to hurt.
With the level headedness and calm exterior he was well known for, Kenshin merely shrugged inwardly. At that moment, anyone looking at him would have just assumed he was some gorgeous redhead weirdo in a bathrobe, but on the inside, he was in turmoil. No woman had ever left him. In fact, he was the one who would leave while they would beg for him to stay. He just had to find out who she was.
Kenshin whipped out his cell phone to call one of his informants about Tenshi, when he realized that he had forgotten to open it last night, after he had closed it during Misao's prom. Wondering just how many text messages and missed phone calls he had received from Megumi, he was surprised to see that most of the texts came from Misao. Not only were there missed calls from her, his cel was suddenly flooded with the arrival of dozens of other messages, from yes, Megumi, and suprisingly, Hiko as well.
As he read the messages, his cool façade began crumbling as his brow furrowed in what seemed like anger. His eyes blazed amber, for just a split second, before they returned to their normal violet shade. He raced with seemingly god-like speed towards his car, all thoughts about Tenshi temporarily forgotten.
His hands shook as he dialed the number to the house where Misao stayed. Busy. He tried again, but to no avail. He cursed the traffic that delayed his travel. Making up his mind, he swerved to the opposite lane despite the horns blaring as he sped away. Red stop lights were ignored, while pedestrians had to jump out of the way to avoid being run over by Kenshin. In short, he was hell on wheels.
' Damnit ! What the hell did that son of a b*tch do to Misao ? He will pay for what he did. I will make sure of that. '
to be continued ...
i'm sure you're thinking ' what the hell is up with the ending of the chapter ? ' ... that, my fellow anime fans, is the start of the story ... something did happen to Misao ... if you're wondering what, you had better do a review so as to inspire me to write chapter 5 ... i mean, chapter 5 is going to be really ' happening ' ( most of your questions will actually be answered there ) and yes, Kenshin will find Kaoru aka Tenshi again ... and sooo, if you want to know what happens next, i expect reviews ... i actually waited until it reached 30 reviews before i posted this chapter ... yes, i'm evil ... sigh, don't bother telling me coz evil is already my middle name, hehehe ... *wink*
THANKS to everyone who wrote a review ... ^_^, hey Susan, looky below this sentence ... HINT HINT ... *evil grin*
oh look at what comes right after this sentence - it's the box for writing a review ... HINT HINT ... *sweatdrop*
author's notes :
Yey ! I've finally received thirty reviews ! I'm soooo happy ! ahem, anyway ... ta da ! here's the fourth chapter ... unfortunately, Kaoru's gone for good, yep, she threw a hissy fit during the filming of this the other day, so I kicked her off the show - she's gonna be replaced by - WAHAHAHAHA ... i'm sure you know that i'm JUST KIDDING !!! ... anyway, what i had meant to say was that she isn't making an appearance in this chapter ... she left remember ? in the previous chapter ... but yes, she and kenshin will be reunited in the next chapter ( chapter 5, which will be veeery long ) ... he will find her again of course ! ... this chapter is the actual start of the story ( gasp ! you may be wondering what the last 3 chapters were - they were just part of the introduction ^_^; ) this whole chapter is basically focusing on kenshin ... my sugarpie ! *sweatdrops* ... ehehehe ... i'm joking, geez ...
i'm assuming that you guys ( the readers ) won't like this chapter that much ... sigh, i sure didn't ... but don't worry, the next chapter is full of WAFF ( i'm hoping WAFF stands for what i think it is ) and K&K sparks, plus the start of Misao & Aoshi's relationship ...* bobs head energetically* ...
to clear up the reader's confusion, TENSHI means angel ... hence the title of my fic ! ... to answer other questions posted by readers in the reviews, Kaoru is not a hooker, or whatever else my pop into your mind, but there is a reason why she dressed up like that and went to the bar and all ... all will be revealed in time ... after all, patience is a virtue ... someone asked about the ages of the characters in my fic as compared to the actual anime series ... hehehe, i don't even know how old they really are but if my estimations are correct, there's like a ten year ( or more ) difference between Kenshin and Kaoru's ages ... eeew ! *ducks frying pans thrown at her* ... use your imagination ! i can't dictate how you envision them to be since it is an alternate universe fic ...
oh yeah, before i forget to remind you peeps ( readers ) ... don't forget to read the notes at the end of the chapter ... not that important though ... don't forget to do a review ... i mean, how long would it take to type a couple of words and press submit ?
i forgot to mention in the previous chapters that I do not own rurouni kenshin, nor do i own any of the characters and all ... plus, i'm not a good target for lawsuits coz, well, i don't own anything ...
anata ^ _^
Chapter Four - Waking Up Alone
Kenshin woke up alone. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he surveyed the room, only to find non-existent traces of his angel. Knowing the difference between a dream and reality, he wasn't one to assume that all that had happened was merely his imagination spawned from the liquor and loss of blood the previous night. Therefore, with precise analyzing, he concluded that she, Tenshi, was in the bathroom. Covering a few more adorable yawns, Kenshin recalled what had happened between them last night.
His lips curved into a sensual and somewhat feral grin as he envisioned her. No, it wasn't because he found her body extraordinarily appealing - she was sexy, he had to admit that, but there was something else that drew him to her. She intrigued him. No one had actually been able to do that. Some had slightly piqued his interest, surprised him, even excited him, but she was different.
When he had fainted last night, he instinctively assumed that she would have kicked him, or call the police, or anything - anything but save his life despite that fact that he was a total stranger who had been threatening her just seconds ago. He couldn't understand her actions. Was she crazy ? His instincts told him that he had been oblivious to his identity, that he was filthy rich - so what could have been her reason ?
' Could she have actually been - nah. She couldn't possibly, I mean, how many years have I gone through life without meeting someone … nice ? '
He burst out laughing. Years of struggling, battling against those who wanted to prevent him from reaching his dreams of success, had truly jaded him. He couldn't even remember the last company or major business group that he had toppled with his merciless business prowess - was it Mr. Shishio's company or Hakama Inc., the manufacturer that had refused to continue producing his favorite white pants that went so well with his pinkish fuschia business suits ? It didn't actually matter because he had emerged victorious.
He was Kenshin, the Corporate Slasher. He was the good guy. He would always win, despite the bloodshed and tears, literally.
Kenshin's laughter quickly evaporated as he remembered Tenshi. She was an enigma, a puzzle he would surely enjoy. Adorably confused purple eyes blinked, only to be replaced by a look of steely determination. Confusion and uncertainty were weaknesses he could live without. He would get the girl - wouldn't he ?
No longer drowsy, he suddenly noticed the sounds around him - or lack thereof. There was nothing but silence.
Warily, Kenshin stood up from the blood soaked bed, and crept towards the bathroom. His hand reached for the door knob, pausing only for a minute to recall the bathroom scene from Alfred Hitchcock's movie, Psycho. Heck, he didn't want to scare the daylights out of her, so he chose instead to knock.
No answer.
He knocked again, three sharp raps against the wooden frame, but still no answer. Out of worry and an overactive imagination, which depicted Tenshi being kidnapped and carried off by weirdos like the guys in the bar, Kenshin knocked down the door. Impressed by his seemingly natural fighting grace, he put on his sexy innocent grin as insurance in case she would believe that he was really insane for wrecking the door.
The sight of the cheaply decorated toilet greeted him. It was void of any living forms except for himself and a stray cockroach or two.
Kenshin did not panic. Instead he rationalized to the best of his abilities in such a situation. There were still other places in the room where she could be in. Under the bed, in the closet, behind the curtains - hundreds of irrational possibilities flooded his mind before he began to tear up the room in search of her. It never occurred to him that it was impossible for a fully grown woman to conceal herself in such a cramped room, until he had finished destroying what had once been a slightly decent motel room.
It eventually registered in his mind that she was truly gone. No farewell, no traces that she had even been there were left except for the creases on the bed where she had sat while wiping his wounds.
Almost mechanically, Kenshin began to dress up as his brain began working furiously. Finding nothing but the bloody tatters of what had been his expensive Armani shirt, he grabbed the only article of clothing he could find in the room, which was the complimentary bathrobe. Debating whether going out shirtless or wearing a huge bathrobe that touched the floor because of his short build, was more embarrassing, he picked propriety. It wouldn't do him any good to have pictures of him leaving a motel without his shirt on, wallpapered in every tabloid in the country.
By the time he had finished, he had already organized a plan. He would go down to the lobby and ask for information about Tenshi. There was no doubt in his mind that he would find her.
Trudging towards the lobby, amidst the raised eyebrows and snickers aimed at him by passerbys, Kenshin gritted his teeth. They would all pay. He politely asked the woman for information about the person who had occupied the room. He then learned the motel's policy about a guest's privacy was made void with the assistance of a small but sufficiently hefty bribe. Despite all his all this, his efforts were wasted. Apparently, the person who had registered under room 109 was a ninety year old woman Mary Smith, obviously not whom he was looking for. No other details were included because she had paid in cash. If she was not really ' Tenshi', and she couldn't possibly be Mary Smith, who could she be ?
It was only then and there that Kenshin realized that his angel, had she really been named Tenshi, was truly gone. His head began to hurt.
With the level headedness and calm exterior he was well known for, Kenshin merely shrugged inwardly. At that moment, anyone looking at him would have just assumed he was some gorgeous redhead weirdo in a bathrobe, but on the inside, he was in turmoil. No woman had ever left him. In fact, he was the one who would leave while they would beg for him to stay. He just had to find out who she was.
Kenshin whipped out his cell phone to call one of his informants about Tenshi, when he realized that he had forgotten to open it last night, after he had closed it during Misao's prom. Wondering just how many text messages and missed phone calls he had received from Megumi, he was surprised to see that most of the texts came from Misao. Not only were there missed calls from her, his cel was suddenly flooded with the arrival of dozens of other messages, from yes, Megumi, and suprisingly, Hiko as well.
As he read the messages, his cool façade began crumbling as his brow furrowed in what seemed like anger. His eyes blazed amber, for just a split second, before they returned to their normal violet shade. He raced with seemingly god-like speed towards his car, all thoughts about Tenshi temporarily forgotten.
His hands shook as he dialed the number to the house where Misao stayed. Busy. He tried again, but to no avail. He cursed the traffic that delayed his travel. Making up his mind, he swerved to the opposite lane despite the horns blaring as he sped away. Red stop lights were ignored, while pedestrians had to jump out of the way to avoid being run over by Kenshin. In short, he was hell on wheels.
' Damnit ! What the hell did that son of a b*tch do to Misao ? He will pay for what he did. I will make sure of that. '
to be continued ...
i'm sure you're thinking ' what the hell is up with the ending of the chapter ? ' ... that, my fellow anime fans, is the start of the story ... something did happen to Misao ... if you're wondering what, you had better do a review so as to inspire me to write chapter 5 ... i mean, chapter 5 is going to be really ' happening ' ( most of your questions will actually be answered there ) and yes, Kenshin will find Kaoru aka Tenshi again ... and sooo, if you want to know what happens next, i expect reviews ... i actually waited until it reached 30 reviews before i posted this chapter ... yes, i'm evil ... sigh, don't bother telling me coz evil is already my middle name, hehehe ... *wink*
THANKS to everyone who wrote a review ... ^_^, hey Susan, looky below this sentence ... HINT HINT ... *evil grin*
oh look at what comes right after this sentence - it's the box for writing a review ... HINT HINT ... *sweatdrop*