Darkest of Days
RK doesn't belong to me.
Chapter 2
WARNING: This contains adult situations, abuse and harsh language.
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The alarm clock went off, the noise ringing through her eyes even from her spot on the floor in the other room. She cried her self to sleep, like she did, in bed or on the floor. Getting up slowly, stretching her stiff body, she looked to the couch and saw no one, and then went to the only other room in the apartment, to find the bed empty. He didn't return…but he would, he would have to.
'Yeah, keep telling your self that,' said something inside her head, but she brushed it off and continued on with her morning. Going to the bathroom, she turned on the shower. The water would help sooth her aching muscles. And it did.
She got dressed, and grabbed her bag with the outfit she wore at work, the gown that would label her as a whore on the streets of the city. It was complete with the horrors of everything out in the world all cramped into the last real city of the country of Japan. After so many world wars all across the world, the colonization of other planets and colonies… well, the earth was left to fend for themselves, especially for those who were poor and could hardly afford food. Where was the city—the country!—that was once so rich go? Her answer was hell.
Should she leave a note? And then, what would it say? Finally, she decided.
Hon,
Went to work
Anata no koneko
She was his cat, of kitten of mine, they were all his nicknames for her, and she took them to heart, even signing notes for him by signing with, your kitten. It was endearing for her, a small sign if just in her mind, that there was something for her to know to got home to. Something for her to love. People even called her that as a nickname for fun.
The subway was her mode of transportation, except for walking, but she worked across town, for Madam Alicia Michele. The job she did, was actually honorable, for she was one of the few trusted maids at the mansion of Madam Alicia, as everyone called her. One of the few rich people who didn't leave Japan for other countries. She was also in the government, by way of her husband, the Prime Minister from France. And the job paid quite well.
If she did anything else, her family would most likely disown her, and the lovely check they sent from over seas in China would stop coming, and they would be practically living off of would be her pay check, except for the few jobs he got from what ever it was he did.
"Koneko!" cried out a voice she knew, and Koneko looked over at her and saw a bright blue eyed girl running over to her. "You going to work?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Ride with ya most way?"
"Sure." It was just like any other day. He wouldn't be home until late and she would never know what to expect when she got there. All fun and play in a world not even fit to be hell.
The two boarded an empty car and sat down in the poor condition seats, talking until the other girl had to get off, waving as she left. But one thing they had spoken of stayed in her mind.
"Hey, want to know what happened last night?" The girl asked, her eyes going misty.
'No," Koneko thought, but she didn't voice it. Instead, she said, "What?"
"I lost my virginity to the man I loved! It was so…so…I don't know how to explain it! Sides, I'm sure you know, how long have you and Red been going out now? 4 years?"
She didn't answer; he had never taken that away from her, leaving it… as if it were trash or tarnished and he didn't want to get him self dirty by doing something to it or about it.
Koneko actually hated the subway, for it all seemed to be blue at one moment, you, the train and the world out side the window, passing you by quickly like in real life. She once told him about what she thought and felt, and he laughed it off, telling her that time would make her forget it. Well, she wished she would.
Finally her stop came, and she left the car and station, and went up into the sunny world of 'uptown' Tokyo and the world of the rich and famous. Though, the men of this part is what usually gave her part the bad name, hitting on the young women and asking for 'favors' and sex like that was what they were breed to do. It disgusted her, for he thought she was a someone who was exactly what other people would as well when you looked at her for the first time—low cut ratted jeans, old shoes, and a tight shirt that showed off some nice curves. It was all in all what she expected from people who just look at the cover and not to the inside.
She got there, the tall house, with east and west wings, gardens galore and servants for just about everything imaginable. The place she worked at and made her living from. Going through the servant entrance, she went to the bathroom and changed, putting her bag in the servant's cloak closet and got on with her life.
Her job was to clean, from the ballroom floor to the bathroom to the china that Madam Alicia adored the most—and only let her touch beside the Madam herself. But today's list of things was on a computer that talked to you, only your jobs for that day and asking you for your name. It was better then noting really, but she liked it, for you could confuse it sometimes and that was fun.
She was to clean the ballroom that day, for the Michele's were going to have a party that night. She started, always the fast yet careful cleaner who knew what she was doing. And by the time the day of work was through for her, she was done; the only thing not done was the chandelier, which was taken down sometime before to be cleaned by someone else, who, she was glad, wasn't her. Cleaning a chandelier wasn't an easy job and it was always a pain.
She was putting things away when an old maid of the house came. "Koneko-chan, Madam wishes to see you," she said, motioning to her that she would finish the job so the girl could see the lady.
"Thank you," she said and left to the main hall and to the room Madam Alicia had made into her own personal office so she could make all the house decisions with ease.
"Madam, you wanted to see me?" She said, knocking on the door as she opened it somewhat to see inside. There the woman sat, beautiful woman of middle age with long blond hair—half put up in a bun and the rest flowing down, and sharp emerald green eyes underneath small, classy glasses with gold frames.
"Yes, yes, child," She said, motioning for her to come in. "Come in already and sit down there, yes, in that chair."
"What did you want to see me about?"
"On your… how can I put it, love life I guess…"
"What about it?"
"Kao-chan, dear… I'm worried that that boyfriend of yours might be abusing you—"
"Abuse? You think I'm being abused?" She was shocked… what he did to her, wasn't abuse, it was just the way he was.
"Yes, remember some time ago, when you came in all broken, I know you said that you fell down some stone stairs, but really child, we both know the truth."
So? Maybe he did hurt her, but she deserved it, trying to do something against his wishes, getting on his nerves, doing something bad. It was all the usual punishment. She deserved it for being bad, but, she also wanted it…it meant that he noticed her, even if it was when she did something wrong. He noticed her…
"Just be careful, okay?"
"I will…"
"You may go home now."
"Thank you, good day Madam."
She left.
The store was along her way, and they would need fresh produce soon, so, why not? She went in, and took a small basket cart and walked down the rows, and got what they wouldn't be able to live with out for a while, the amount in her bank account was a questionable number, so she was always careful when shopping.
Getting everything, she went to stand in line, in the express lane, for she didn't have all that much, when a woman from his past came, "Kaoru-chan! Shibaraku desu ne."
There she was, young and beautiful with money to boot; even addressing her as if they had been friends forever! The never of the woman she had learned to not like because of the past—where the woman once had her claws set out for the man she now had. Jealously anyone?
"Hello, Tomoe-san," she replied as she tried her best not to let her anger show.
"Combine items? I'll pay for them, you're probably short on money, like usual, ne?" She gave no time to answer before she continued to chatter on like a bird. "How's Kenshin doing? But then again, I'm sure you're taking good care of him, ne? Though, I most likely would've taken better care of him, but alas, I married."
Kaoru didn't know it to take it as insult of as a comment, for the woman was a tricky bitch as much as she married in for the money of her husband—scratch that, late husband.
"That'll be 24 hundred Yen," said the cashier.
They both reached for their wallet/purse when Tomoe took out a credit card and paid for both of their things.
"Thank you," Kaoru said as they left the store.
Tomoe patted her on the head, as if she was child that needed to be loved, "It's the least I can do. But, I do have to ask, when is the wedding?"
"Wedding?"
"Of course, you and Kenshin have been living each other for a few years right? Wouldn't you be married by now? Oh, dear, I guess not. I have to be going now, see you around." She patted Kaoru's head once more before leaving with an evil smirk as the girl just stared after her. Knowing that damage had been done.
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Shibaraku desu ne: I haven't seen you in a long time, what you say when you see a good friend after a long time.
Author's notes: I hope for Silly girl, the conversation between Kaoru/Koneko and her friend helped clear on if she was a virgin or not. And it is dark, I write fics that way. And like most of them that way. Also, I don't hate Tomoe, I like the couple of Akira and Tomoe (just not Kenshin and Tomoe) so sorry if any of you were offended by the fact I made her such a bitch.
Silly girl: dark and good, the way I like my fanfics.
Leila Winters: Its not Saitou and Tokio, though, they'll appear latter on, and I don't think he would hurt her like that (he maybe a strange guy, but even he wouldn't hurt his wife). I like torturing the poor KnK couple, which is why I write about them most.
Omochi: yeah, its not exactly a good thing, in fact, its just down right evil, which is what Red/Kenshin is in this fic—i.e. the bad guy, or some what of a bad guy.
Yui Shinomori: Its not Aoshi and Misao, though, I never thought that he would beat her, cry maybe, but not hurt her like that.
Crystal: Mystery makes the world go round, and it is dark, poor Kaoru is hurt in like every chapter so far (and will be in later chapters as well, as I said (and you) it is dark).