And here goes more insanity. Gundam wing fans can be so touchy, one
mention of yaoi and they give you a lecture on plot. I do not see how
Gundam Wing can promote thought, but that's just my opinion. I mean a
priest's uniform lends itself to so many possibilities. . .hmmm. . .with
that in mind, I think I have a fun idea for this story. But that will be
later. Enjoy.
Chandra
Touched
The car ride was uneventful and spent in silence as Kenshin's black Jeep followed roads and alleys tot heir destination. Kaoru spent the ride staring out the passenger side window, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt (the only piece of clothing that hadn't been ruined the day before) and fighting to adjust the complex series of mesh, velvet, and laces that Kenshin had called a shirt. Her mind raced over the events of the morning, stopping every time her thoughts lead to the kiss. She wanted to ask him what it meant, why it happened, even is he liked it. But the words wouldn't come and her courage was fleeting.
"We're here." Kenshin stated flatly, parking his Jeep in front of the dojo. There was something familiar about it, something he couldn't quite place. He'd been there or somewhere like it before, but over the past several years he had been in so many different places it was hard to remember them all. Even as he walked Kaoru to her door of the small house attached to the dojo he felt pained, as though his being near her was akin to sacrilege. Dismissing the thoughts, Kenshin smiled at her. "Goodbye Kaoru. Perhaps I will see you in class."
Kenshin's voice was even, each word carefully chosen so as not to provoke any emotional response in her, and that hurt more than the impartial manner in which he turned to leave. His soft footsteps echoed in her ears, each an explosion of loss as he walked away committing her to the loneliness of the empty dojo.
"Kenshin." Her voice came louder than she had expected, sounding almost desperate. "Please stay." The words were a whispered prayer that caught in her throat as he turned towards her. She didn't want to sit alone in the house, walk through the deserted dojo, or past the empty building, didn't want to face the memories that waited for her when he left. ~Why did you leave me. . ?~ Her mind cried out at the sky, but her father didn't answer her, just the wind.
"Kaoru." He sighed, knowing something like the would come and hating himself for the answer he knew he would have to give. "I can't stay, you know that." For the first time his voice was tired, almost empty of the tones of velvet that had made it beautiful. He walked towards her, feet sounding heavily on the pavement. "If I could I would, but we are from different worlds, ones that shouldn't meet." His words were a whisper as his arms encircled her.
Kaoru sigh, fighting back the loneliness and let herself enjoy those last moments. His words were simple, but the worlds he spoke of had nothing to social groups or lifestyle and she knew it. "I don't care who you are, or what you are, you are Kenshin and that's all I care about. . ." she whispered into his chest not wanting to let go.
Kenshin's fingers traces lightly through her hair, even her words were innocent. "I'm sorry." Was all he said as he released her, turning and walking back to his Jeep. "Goodbye Kaoru." He whispered under his breath, if only things were different.
Kaoru watched him leave, and for once the tears, which had so readily come to her eyes, were gone. Then she turned away from the road, for fear that she would continue staring after him until he returned.
"Aoshi." Kenshin's voice hissed at the phone, as his fingers held tight to the thin black paper of his cigarette. As the line rang he lit it, inhaling the thick sweet smoke deeply in hopes that it would help him forget. But it didn't.
"Hello." A calm voice came from the phone, its peace mocking the turmoil that raged with in him.
"Have I ever been to the Kamiya Dojo before?" The question was carefully worded to dance around what he wanted to know. A careful avoidance of the truth he feared to admit.
Touched
The car ride was uneventful and spent in silence as Kenshin's black Jeep followed roads and alleys tot heir destination. Kaoru spent the ride staring out the passenger side window, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt (the only piece of clothing that hadn't been ruined the day before) and fighting to adjust the complex series of mesh, velvet, and laces that Kenshin had called a shirt. Her mind raced over the events of the morning, stopping every time her thoughts lead to the kiss. She wanted to ask him what it meant, why it happened, even is he liked it. But the words wouldn't come and her courage was fleeting.
"We're here." Kenshin stated flatly, parking his Jeep in front of the dojo. There was something familiar about it, something he couldn't quite place. He'd been there or somewhere like it before, but over the past several years he had been in so many different places it was hard to remember them all. Even as he walked Kaoru to her door of the small house attached to the dojo he felt pained, as though his being near her was akin to sacrilege. Dismissing the thoughts, Kenshin smiled at her. "Goodbye Kaoru. Perhaps I will see you in class."
Kenshin's voice was even, each word carefully chosen so as not to provoke any emotional response in her, and that hurt more than the impartial manner in which he turned to leave. His soft footsteps echoed in her ears, each an explosion of loss as he walked away committing her to the loneliness of the empty dojo.
"Kenshin." Her voice came louder than she had expected, sounding almost desperate. "Please stay." The words were a whispered prayer that caught in her throat as he turned towards her. She didn't want to sit alone in the house, walk through the deserted dojo, or past the empty building, didn't want to face the memories that waited for her when he left. ~Why did you leave me. . ?~ Her mind cried out at the sky, but her father didn't answer her, just the wind.
"Kaoru." He sighed, knowing something like the would come and hating himself for the answer he knew he would have to give. "I can't stay, you know that." For the first time his voice was tired, almost empty of the tones of velvet that had made it beautiful. He walked towards her, feet sounding heavily on the pavement. "If I could I would, but we are from different worlds, ones that shouldn't meet." His words were a whisper as his arms encircled her.
Kaoru sigh, fighting back the loneliness and let herself enjoy those last moments. His words were simple, but the worlds he spoke of had nothing to social groups or lifestyle and she knew it. "I don't care who you are, or what you are, you are Kenshin and that's all I care about. . ." she whispered into his chest not wanting to let go.
Kenshin's fingers traces lightly through her hair, even her words were innocent. "I'm sorry." Was all he said as he released her, turning and walking back to his Jeep. "Goodbye Kaoru." He whispered under his breath, if only things were different.
Kaoru watched him leave, and for once the tears, which had so readily come to her eyes, were gone. Then she turned away from the road, for fear that she would continue staring after him until he returned.
"Aoshi." Kenshin's voice hissed at the phone, as his fingers held tight to the thin black paper of his cigarette. As the line rang he lit it, inhaling the thick sweet smoke deeply in hopes that it would help him forget. But it didn't.
"Hello." A calm voice came from the phone, its peace mocking the turmoil that raged with in him.
"Have I ever been to the Kamiya Dojo before?" The question was carefully worded to dance around what he wanted to know. A careful avoidance of the truth he feared to admit.