All right, this one took me a while. . .between b-day celebrations, my
paranoia about the poetry contest (have it posted on the FF site under
'September' if anyone's interested), and certain family annoyances I
haven't exactly been in the mood to write among other things. I hate this
time of year. Don't have my music and personality enhancers this time
around. (
Joey- the next few updates are going to have lots of plot background.
Jason- not a medical situation, and Megumi wouldn't quite fit the role, as
you will soon see. Vesca- am curious now. Do tell?
Touched
But Love is useless, and it's all for naught, so harshly was his angel taught. . .
Slowly she turned towards him, long raven hair shifting slightly over the blue satin of her dress, she was his angel then. An angel to touch his soul, with eyes that kept her secrets and accepted his. In his sleep he raged, mind racing as he tried to fight the dream. Watching himself confess to her, watching her eyes smile as she accepted, always watching as she turned to walk away. ~no. . .turn back, come with me. . .if you walk away now I'll loose you. . .~ he screamed inside his mind, only to have he turn and smile again, the smile to put to rest his fears with warmth to melt the ice in his heart. A flash of lightening and the thunder, the loudest sound to obliterate this moment, made him look away. The rain followed it's herald, but the rain the fell on Kenshin was warm and red as it ran down his face and stained her blue satin.
You saw it all, you now understand, the constant coldness of her hands, and in your sleep, you softly call, "Why did God let my angel fall?"
Air seared down Kenshin's throat, the gasp bringing him back to the waking world in a painful start. Slowly he opened his eyes, his blurry vision accented by the dray ache of his sinuses. Carefully he shifted, the leather of the couch protesting, as it's warm surface shifter. His fingers clenched, brushing warm liquid from his eyes, until a flash of pain over rode the constant pressure behind his eyes. His hands were lightly bandaged, the gauze covering the lacerations his maddening sleep had caused.
*Click* The metallic sound echoed through the empty flat, it's insistent distraction grading against Kenshin's frayed nerves and aching head. *Click* It continued as he looked around, her home was much as he remembered it before he left. Long sheer curtains shifted restlessly over high windows, and separated off sections of the flat. To his left the outline of an iron framed bed shadowed through crimson taffeta, and if he stared long enough his mind could see the delicate form of a black haired woman moving behind the translucent fabric. Her movements were painfully familiar, memories etched on his eyelids until his lips formed a single word.
"Tomoe. . ." The whisper came in a gasp from his sore throat. Every time he came here, he could see her. The rooms held her essence as much as those of her sisters, the scents of white plum and dry sweet musk mingled to drag him back to the ease of fantasy.
*Click* The memory shattered, and amber eyes turned to glare at the redhead across from him. Unlike Kenshin's rich vermilion color her hair was a common shade of natural red that fell in long curly strands around her shoulders.
"Do you mind?" The question was a growl of hatred; she, like this room, had once more served to remind him of what he couldn't have.
"You look like a sick cat." Was her only answer and the blade flipped shut once more with a final resounding *Click* of defiance. Heavily lined light green eyes met fuming amber with less than a flinch. Sighing she slid the knife to its place in her right boot before brushing her hair back from her face.
Their battle of wills ended abruptly as a door slid shut behind Kenshin. Without turning he knew who it was, the thick scent of musk filled the room as a thick voice spoke from behind him.
"Candy, you may go." The words were carefully spoken, the husky tones slurring the S's and cutting short the T's.
"Mistress." The redhead said, nodding slightly in accordance as she rose from her seat. "I'll be outside, should you want me." The words were blunt, spoken with a distasteful tilt of her lips as she walked past Kenshin.
Amber eyes followed her towards the door until they met with the figure of Chandra. Her head was turned to the side to address the girl, long strands of red/black hair hiding her eyed from his sight. Black suede pants with rhinestones spiraling up the legs lead into a black leather vest, it's zipper daringly low on her chest. Around her neck hung a snowflake; it's diamond design catching the light as she talked. She held a painful resemblance to her sister, nothing startling but in this case it was subtleties that that they shared which seemed to open the wound more. If she had looked exactly like Tomoe, had been taller with a slightly frame and a thinner face it wouldn't have mattered as much. For physical resemblance was nothing compared to the little things that only a lover would notice. Her steps held Tomoe's elegance, though her movements had a hardness in place of Tomoe's soft grace. Her brown eyes held the same careful understanding, the pretence of innocence that hides her true knowledge of the world. The worst part of it all was her voice; it's tones so similar to her sister's that only the husky slurs gave her away.
"That won't be necessary." The tones were commanding, demanding supplication to her will.
Slowly she turned to face him, and their eyes met. Dark red shadow made brown depths shocking though there was nothing unusual about their color; it was the soul behind the color that made the shadow dangerous.
"Kenshin. . ." His name was spoken with a quiet acceptance from midnight- rose lips. "We have missed you." Was all she said as she walked towards him, eye showing her disappointment at his appearance.
Kenshin watched her in silence, there had been a time when they had been friends but now it was hard to tell. Her manner was the cold detached and slightly amused, a personality formed from years of turning the illegal into legal. While Aoshi ran the syndicate, she provided it with a cover. Below the loft-apartment was one of the city's most popular clubs: Blackout; and below that, in the building's basement, was where the Oni group met.
There had been a time when he had considered them family; the gathering of misanthropes had adopted him. It was Aoshi who found him wondering the city eight years ago, but it was Chandra and her sister, Tomoe, that had welcomed him. His mind wondered back to easier days, when life was not a systematic chain of loss. For four years he had served as the Oni's enforcer, the job was simple: keep other syndicates from considering the city in their plans. The next thoughts came slowly to Kenshin's mind, and for a moment his burred vision was enough to mistake Chandra for Tomoe. Shortly after Aoshi asked him to help lead instead of build he and Tomoe became engaged. In the back of Kenshin's mind he could still see her, her tall willowy form accented by light blue satin. Forever held in his mind as the unreachable angel he adored.
Chandra watch his eyes, their amber depths becoming unfocused as he retreated inside his mind. Three years ago he had left them, partially of his own choosing and partially because of his erratic behavior. There had been a time when she had blamed him for Tomoe's death, watched as he eradicated those responsible, watched as he found salvation in death, when in vengeance she had watched as he hoped to replace his dead love with her, and a time when she had forced him to leave the Oni so they could heal.
"She loved you," Chandra's voice faltered, almost softening as she sat across from him, watching as the pain of four years played across his face.
A/N Well this one was kind of awkward, but on the up note the next few chapters should be a lot better. Put this one in to get some background out of the way, that and force my way through writer's block. Don't know when I'll get to update next since I'm currently looking for a new home.
Touched
But Love is useless, and it's all for naught, so harshly was his angel taught. . .
Slowly she turned towards him, long raven hair shifting slightly over the blue satin of her dress, she was his angel then. An angel to touch his soul, with eyes that kept her secrets and accepted his. In his sleep he raged, mind racing as he tried to fight the dream. Watching himself confess to her, watching her eyes smile as she accepted, always watching as she turned to walk away. ~no. . .turn back, come with me. . .if you walk away now I'll loose you. . .~ he screamed inside his mind, only to have he turn and smile again, the smile to put to rest his fears with warmth to melt the ice in his heart. A flash of lightening and the thunder, the loudest sound to obliterate this moment, made him look away. The rain followed it's herald, but the rain the fell on Kenshin was warm and red as it ran down his face and stained her blue satin.
You saw it all, you now understand, the constant coldness of her hands, and in your sleep, you softly call, "Why did God let my angel fall?"
Air seared down Kenshin's throat, the gasp bringing him back to the waking world in a painful start. Slowly he opened his eyes, his blurry vision accented by the dray ache of his sinuses. Carefully he shifted, the leather of the couch protesting, as it's warm surface shifter. His fingers clenched, brushing warm liquid from his eyes, until a flash of pain over rode the constant pressure behind his eyes. His hands were lightly bandaged, the gauze covering the lacerations his maddening sleep had caused.
*Click* The metallic sound echoed through the empty flat, it's insistent distraction grading against Kenshin's frayed nerves and aching head. *Click* It continued as he looked around, her home was much as he remembered it before he left. Long sheer curtains shifted restlessly over high windows, and separated off sections of the flat. To his left the outline of an iron framed bed shadowed through crimson taffeta, and if he stared long enough his mind could see the delicate form of a black haired woman moving behind the translucent fabric. Her movements were painfully familiar, memories etched on his eyelids until his lips formed a single word.
"Tomoe. . ." The whisper came in a gasp from his sore throat. Every time he came here, he could see her. The rooms held her essence as much as those of her sisters, the scents of white plum and dry sweet musk mingled to drag him back to the ease of fantasy.
*Click* The memory shattered, and amber eyes turned to glare at the redhead across from him. Unlike Kenshin's rich vermilion color her hair was a common shade of natural red that fell in long curly strands around her shoulders.
"Do you mind?" The question was a growl of hatred; she, like this room, had once more served to remind him of what he couldn't have.
"You look like a sick cat." Was her only answer and the blade flipped shut once more with a final resounding *Click* of defiance. Heavily lined light green eyes met fuming amber with less than a flinch. Sighing she slid the knife to its place in her right boot before brushing her hair back from her face.
Their battle of wills ended abruptly as a door slid shut behind Kenshin. Without turning he knew who it was, the thick scent of musk filled the room as a thick voice spoke from behind him.
"Candy, you may go." The words were carefully spoken, the husky tones slurring the S's and cutting short the T's.
"Mistress." The redhead said, nodding slightly in accordance as she rose from her seat. "I'll be outside, should you want me." The words were blunt, spoken with a distasteful tilt of her lips as she walked past Kenshin.
Amber eyes followed her towards the door until they met with the figure of Chandra. Her head was turned to the side to address the girl, long strands of red/black hair hiding her eyed from his sight. Black suede pants with rhinestones spiraling up the legs lead into a black leather vest, it's zipper daringly low on her chest. Around her neck hung a snowflake; it's diamond design catching the light as she talked. She held a painful resemblance to her sister, nothing startling but in this case it was subtleties that that they shared which seemed to open the wound more. If she had looked exactly like Tomoe, had been taller with a slightly frame and a thinner face it wouldn't have mattered as much. For physical resemblance was nothing compared to the little things that only a lover would notice. Her steps held Tomoe's elegance, though her movements had a hardness in place of Tomoe's soft grace. Her brown eyes held the same careful understanding, the pretence of innocence that hides her true knowledge of the world. The worst part of it all was her voice; it's tones so similar to her sister's that only the husky slurs gave her away.
"That won't be necessary." The tones were commanding, demanding supplication to her will.
Slowly she turned to face him, and their eyes met. Dark red shadow made brown depths shocking though there was nothing unusual about their color; it was the soul behind the color that made the shadow dangerous.
"Kenshin. . ." His name was spoken with a quiet acceptance from midnight- rose lips. "We have missed you." Was all she said as she walked towards him, eye showing her disappointment at his appearance.
Kenshin watched her in silence, there had been a time when they had been friends but now it was hard to tell. Her manner was the cold detached and slightly amused, a personality formed from years of turning the illegal into legal. While Aoshi ran the syndicate, she provided it with a cover. Below the loft-apartment was one of the city's most popular clubs: Blackout; and below that, in the building's basement, was where the Oni group met.
There had been a time when he had considered them family; the gathering of misanthropes had adopted him. It was Aoshi who found him wondering the city eight years ago, but it was Chandra and her sister, Tomoe, that had welcomed him. His mind wondered back to easier days, when life was not a systematic chain of loss. For four years he had served as the Oni's enforcer, the job was simple: keep other syndicates from considering the city in their plans. The next thoughts came slowly to Kenshin's mind, and for a moment his burred vision was enough to mistake Chandra for Tomoe. Shortly after Aoshi asked him to help lead instead of build he and Tomoe became engaged. In the back of Kenshin's mind he could still see her, her tall willowy form accented by light blue satin. Forever held in his mind as the unreachable angel he adored.
Chandra watch his eyes, their amber depths becoming unfocused as he retreated inside his mind. Three years ago he had left them, partially of his own choosing and partially because of his erratic behavior. There had been a time when she had blamed him for Tomoe's death, watched as he eradicated those responsible, watched as he found salvation in death, when in vengeance she had watched as he hoped to replace his dead love with her, and a time when she had forced him to leave the Oni so they could heal.
"She loved you," Chandra's voice faltered, almost softening as she sat across from him, watching as the pain of four years played across his face.
A/N Well this one was kind of awkward, but on the up note the next few chapters should be a lot better. Put this one in to get some background out of the way, that and force my way through writer's block. Don't know when I'll get to update next since I'm currently looking for a new home.