Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, so please don't sue me!!!
Please FORGIVE ME!!! Anyway, I sincerely apologize for being a total screwup, is there a word such as screwup? So here it is, the real chapter two.
* Chapter Two - The chapel of Lufhan *
Up ahead, a tall figure was walking coming out from foggy nowhere.
"What's happening? Where am I?" Kenshin, the figure, asked to no one in particular.
Mist was everywhere. Kenshin walked further. Hesitant on each step, It's so misty, I can't see my way. Then, the mist cleared. The place was actually a church. He climbed up the steps, and then opened the heavy oak doors. Kenshin held his hand to shield his eyes, a streak of light escaped as the doors opened wider. When he lowered his hand, he stepped inside.
What he saw made him gasp. The church was magnificent! It was made from expensive marble and it had pillars made of granite. The aisle was carpeted with red. The chairs were unusual. They were like royal benches! The altar was made from oak, and was covered with rich silk white linen. He walked to the other side of the church. As he approached the altar, he saw the words engraved to the wall opposite the altar. It read:
The Chapel of Lufhan
H e was about to climb the steps to the altar when a sudden voice called out to him:
"KENSHIN!!! KENSHIN!!! WAKE UP!!!" Misao, his sister, yelled outside his door, then ran downstairs.
Kenshin bolted up, and then he blinked. Huh? What was that dream all about? It was a really beautiful church----no, a chapel. Where could I find such place? I wonder-------
"JERK BRAT!!!!!!" Hiko roared from downstairs.
"IF YOU DON'T GET UP THERE, I'M GONNA CRACK UP YOUR NUT!!!" he continued. Kenshin sweat dropped, "Ok, coming." He called out.
He got out of his boxers, took his robe and then headed to the shower. The cool water sluicing through his body, making him shiver. Then he heard someone enter his room.
Some snuffling and scurrying.
Then he heard a tap on the bathroom door, " Kenshin, hurry up there and go downstairs and eat your breakfast" Said Yumi, his older sister. Then he heard her close his bedroom door.
* Dining Room, 7:34 AM * " Kenshin! Where are you going? Aren't you going to finish eating your breakfast?" Yumi asked as Kenshin stood up and was about to exit the room.
" Don't worry, Yumi, I'm not so hungry. Just about to meet Katsura with Sano." Kenshin explained to his sister.
Kenshin's family was really beautiful, and loving. Yumi, with violet-black hair, and gorgeous eyes, an exquisite face; Kenshin, with flaming red hair, sweet violet eyes that could turn into gold when angry, with devilishly handsome looks; Misao, jet black hair in a braid and jade green eyes, a cheerful and sometimes boyish attitude; and finally, Yoshi, with his ever spiky black hair, and with his hilarious pranks. Their parents died twenty years ago when Yumi was still a six-year-old girl, Kenshin was 4 by then, Misao in 1 year old, not to mention with Yoshi being a newborn. Yumi had taken charge of her younger siblings at a very young age. Hiko, their uncle and teacher, took them under his care. Although he does not much show it, he cared for the Himura siblings as if they're his own children. Especially with Kenshin, he taught the annoying boy his own kendo technique, the Hiten Mitsurugi Style.
And now, with Kenshin nearing the ultimate stage of the style, Hiko was swelling with pride. My jerk brat is very brave, and someday he'll use the style to protect the people he cares for most, Hiko thought. And with that thought, Hiko felt at peace, knowing that his brat nephew would be more successful in his life.
As Kenshin left the room, Yumi and the others resumed eating.
*~ Outside~*
Kenshin exited their lawn and went to his car. He drove towards the meeting place. He looked again at the card; he first saw it at his bedside table, when Misao had yelled, waking him up. It said:
Himura, Meet me at Dilthey's Eleven, 5th floor, 9:00 Am Katsura
Then, after reading, he drove to Dilthey Street. As he arrived he passed through eleven blocks until he reached the building. He parked his car and was about to get out when a newspaper boy tapped on the window. He opened it, and the boy showed the headline:
Yokohama State Museum, attacked by thieves.
Suddenly with interest, he bought the newspaper, and entered the building. As he crossed the main lobby, a woman greeted him. " Good Morning Sir, Mr. Katsura asked me to usher you to your respective conference room. This way."
He was led to a private elevator. As they reached the 5th floor, the woman headed to a secluded suite.
"Here, sir. Thank you for your patience." She said then left.
Kenshin entered the room and he was greeted by---------
" You're late, Himura, anyhow, sit down." Katsura said
It wasn't hard to find one, as they were only four in the room. He sat down across from Sanosuke. Katsura resumed talking and his assistant handed Kenshin an envelope.
" Himura, have you heard about the museum in Yokohama being stolen? " Katsura inquired. As if on cue, Kenshin withdrew the paper he'd bought. After about three minutes of reading, Kenshin put down the paper, and then asked, "Does this have anything to do with us being here?
Katsura nodded, " In fact, that's why you're here. It has been suspected that a certain collection has been targeted, and our recent client wants to be about it. I want you to monitor any upcoming attacks. I'll call on both of you for recent adjustments and further instructions. Any questions?"
Sano raised his hand, " Katsura, how will we be notified of their name? I mean, there are a lot of thieves, how will we know it's them we are to watch out for?"
"Sagara, the group who attacked the Yokohama museum is Lufhan's bride. Observe their activities, you won't break a sweat. Dismissed."
Both young men stood up and exited the room and went all the way outside the building. Kenshin was about to say something when something caught his eye. He looked at the direction at the corner, and saw a woman; she had raven black hair with perfect tips that reached her back. Unexpectedly, the woman glanced at the piercing stare of Kenshin's direction.
Sapphire orbs met with Amethyst ones. Then as quick as it happened, the contact broke, as her companion nudged her. A man, of Yumi's age, was holding the woman as they walked along the Takasuki square. Kenshin's eyes followed them as they disappeared in the corner. Kenshin turned back to Sano, who greeted him with a knowing grin.
" Kenshin, zoning out?"
Kenshin's eyes narrowed dangerously, Sano caught the look, and laughed out loud.
* Somewhere.*
"Have they been informed?" asked a deep voice, face hidden in the shadows. He was seated behind an enormous desk.
"Yes, sir. They were given sufficient information to figure out the 'riddle' themselves." A messenger of about 20 years old answered.
"What about Kamiya's brides? Have they been planning another attack yet?
"No, sir. But Kamiya Yanou arrived here, from New York City, sir."
That startled the man called 'sir'
The man behind the desk nodded his head, "You may go. Gather more information and report it to me immediately" the man left as he was bid.
The man with authority rummaged through his desk drawer, after a moment, he had found what he had been looking for.
He looked at the photo of himself and a close friend.
"I told you this would happen." he whispered to the smiling face of his friend.
*To be continued.
A/N: I'm really sorry aku-chan and ewunia, you were the first ones to read and even bother to leave me a review, and for that I'm truly grateful. In return, I ask for your consideration of my mistakes. This fic is my first, and since I'm just a second year high school student, I'm still adjusting. So please bear with me.the other chapters have been rectified already.
Thank you.
Please FORGIVE ME!!! Anyway, I sincerely apologize for being a total screwup, is there a word such as screwup? So here it is, the real chapter two.
* Chapter Two - The chapel of Lufhan *
Up ahead, a tall figure was walking coming out from foggy nowhere.
"What's happening? Where am I?" Kenshin, the figure, asked to no one in particular.
Mist was everywhere. Kenshin walked further. Hesitant on each step, It's so misty, I can't see my way. Then, the mist cleared. The place was actually a church. He climbed up the steps, and then opened the heavy oak doors. Kenshin held his hand to shield his eyes, a streak of light escaped as the doors opened wider. When he lowered his hand, he stepped inside.
What he saw made him gasp. The church was magnificent! It was made from expensive marble and it had pillars made of granite. The aisle was carpeted with red. The chairs were unusual. They were like royal benches! The altar was made from oak, and was covered with rich silk white linen. He walked to the other side of the church. As he approached the altar, he saw the words engraved to the wall opposite the altar. It read:
The Chapel of Lufhan
H e was about to climb the steps to the altar when a sudden voice called out to him:
"KENSHIN!!! KENSHIN!!! WAKE UP!!!" Misao, his sister, yelled outside his door, then ran downstairs.
Kenshin bolted up, and then he blinked. Huh? What was that dream all about? It was a really beautiful church----no, a chapel. Where could I find such place? I wonder-------
"JERK BRAT!!!!!!" Hiko roared from downstairs.
"IF YOU DON'T GET UP THERE, I'M GONNA CRACK UP YOUR NUT!!!" he continued. Kenshin sweat dropped, "Ok, coming." He called out.
He got out of his boxers, took his robe and then headed to the shower. The cool water sluicing through his body, making him shiver. Then he heard someone enter his room.
Some snuffling and scurrying.
Then he heard a tap on the bathroom door, " Kenshin, hurry up there and go downstairs and eat your breakfast" Said Yumi, his older sister. Then he heard her close his bedroom door.
* Dining Room, 7:34 AM * " Kenshin! Where are you going? Aren't you going to finish eating your breakfast?" Yumi asked as Kenshin stood up and was about to exit the room.
" Don't worry, Yumi, I'm not so hungry. Just about to meet Katsura with Sano." Kenshin explained to his sister.
Kenshin's family was really beautiful, and loving. Yumi, with violet-black hair, and gorgeous eyes, an exquisite face; Kenshin, with flaming red hair, sweet violet eyes that could turn into gold when angry, with devilishly handsome looks; Misao, jet black hair in a braid and jade green eyes, a cheerful and sometimes boyish attitude; and finally, Yoshi, with his ever spiky black hair, and with his hilarious pranks. Their parents died twenty years ago when Yumi was still a six-year-old girl, Kenshin was 4 by then, Misao in 1 year old, not to mention with Yoshi being a newborn. Yumi had taken charge of her younger siblings at a very young age. Hiko, their uncle and teacher, took them under his care. Although he does not much show it, he cared for the Himura siblings as if they're his own children. Especially with Kenshin, he taught the annoying boy his own kendo technique, the Hiten Mitsurugi Style.
And now, with Kenshin nearing the ultimate stage of the style, Hiko was swelling with pride. My jerk brat is very brave, and someday he'll use the style to protect the people he cares for most, Hiko thought. And with that thought, Hiko felt at peace, knowing that his brat nephew would be more successful in his life.
As Kenshin left the room, Yumi and the others resumed eating.
*~ Outside~*
Kenshin exited their lawn and went to his car. He drove towards the meeting place. He looked again at the card; he first saw it at his bedside table, when Misao had yelled, waking him up. It said:
Himura, Meet me at Dilthey's Eleven, 5th floor, 9:00 Am Katsura
Then, after reading, he drove to Dilthey Street. As he arrived he passed through eleven blocks until he reached the building. He parked his car and was about to get out when a newspaper boy tapped on the window. He opened it, and the boy showed the headline:
Yokohama State Museum, attacked by thieves.
Suddenly with interest, he bought the newspaper, and entered the building. As he crossed the main lobby, a woman greeted him. " Good Morning Sir, Mr. Katsura asked me to usher you to your respective conference room. This way."
He was led to a private elevator. As they reached the 5th floor, the woman headed to a secluded suite.
"Here, sir. Thank you for your patience." She said then left.
Kenshin entered the room and he was greeted by---------
" You're late, Himura, anyhow, sit down." Katsura said
It wasn't hard to find one, as they were only four in the room. He sat down across from Sanosuke. Katsura resumed talking and his assistant handed Kenshin an envelope.
" Himura, have you heard about the museum in Yokohama being stolen? " Katsura inquired. As if on cue, Kenshin withdrew the paper he'd bought. After about three minutes of reading, Kenshin put down the paper, and then asked, "Does this have anything to do with us being here?
Katsura nodded, " In fact, that's why you're here. It has been suspected that a certain collection has been targeted, and our recent client wants to be about it. I want you to monitor any upcoming attacks. I'll call on both of you for recent adjustments and further instructions. Any questions?"
Sano raised his hand, " Katsura, how will we be notified of their name? I mean, there are a lot of thieves, how will we know it's them we are to watch out for?"
"Sagara, the group who attacked the Yokohama museum is Lufhan's bride. Observe their activities, you won't break a sweat. Dismissed."
Both young men stood up and exited the room and went all the way outside the building. Kenshin was about to say something when something caught his eye. He looked at the direction at the corner, and saw a woman; she had raven black hair with perfect tips that reached her back. Unexpectedly, the woman glanced at the piercing stare of Kenshin's direction.
Sapphire orbs met with Amethyst ones. Then as quick as it happened, the contact broke, as her companion nudged her. A man, of Yumi's age, was holding the woman as they walked along the Takasuki square. Kenshin's eyes followed them as they disappeared in the corner. Kenshin turned back to Sano, who greeted him with a knowing grin.
" Kenshin, zoning out?"
Kenshin's eyes narrowed dangerously, Sano caught the look, and laughed out loud.
* Somewhere.*
"Have they been informed?" asked a deep voice, face hidden in the shadows. He was seated behind an enormous desk.
"Yes, sir. They were given sufficient information to figure out the 'riddle' themselves." A messenger of about 20 years old answered.
"What about Kamiya's brides? Have they been planning another attack yet?
"No, sir. But Kamiya Yanou arrived here, from New York City, sir."
That startled the man called 'sir'
The man behind the desk nodded his head, "You may go. Gather more information and report it to me immediately" the man left as he was bid.
The man with authority rummaged through his desk drawer, after a moment, he had found what he had been looking for.
He looked at the photo of himself and a close friend.
"I told you this would happen." he whispered to the smiling face of his friend.
*To be continued.
A/N: I'm really sorry aku-chan and ewunia, you were the first ones to read and even bother to leave me a review, and for that I'm truly grateful. In return, I ask for your consideration of my mistakes. This fic is my first, and since I'm just a second year high school student, I'm still adjusting. So please bear with me.the other chapters have been rectified already.
Thank you.