Ok, it's me. I decided I needed to do a Kenshin fic, so here it is. Don't
sue, I have no money. Modern setting, reincarnation. Same names for your
convenience.
~*~
~ do you believe in reincarnation, papa-san?
Of course I do, Kenji~
Kenshin awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. He flicked the lamp on. He had been having all these dreams lately, dreams of a man who fought with fists, a woman in a kimono, and a little boy with red hair. But in every dream there was a flash of a man with yellow eyes, holding a katana. Kenshin shuddered. The man looked like him, but not.
Kenshin pulled himself out of bed and padded over to the apartments bathroom. Turning on the light, he splashed some cold water on his face. He glanced at the clock. 6:02. Hmm. Might as well stay up, since he had to leave for work. Stepping out of his boxers, he got in the shower.
When Kenshin got out of the shower, he tied his thick bottle-red hair (Burgundy number 5, to be exact) in a simple tail at the base of his neck, as always. He grimaced as he looked in the mirror. He looked so femme, in fact, he looked downright female. He would have to get a haircut soon..Putting on his typical jeans and green hoodie, he went out of the apartment and too the elevator. He smiled on the way down.
He smiled, because, as always, the man in the apartment down the hall was in the lobby. The tall man with the wild black hair and obvious muscles. Kenshin still didn't know his name, but his heart leap every time he saw him. He could swear he knew him, and his name was on the tip of his tongue. As with everyday, the man looked up from his newspaper, his black hair sticking in all directions.
"Going to work?" The man asked. He asked everyday.
"No," Kenshin said mockingly "I'm going to meet my mistress in her château." He always said something different, but he was running out of ideas. But today was different. He walked over to the man and held out his hand. "My names Kenshin Himura."
The man looked surprised, but took his hand and shook it firmly. "Sanosuke Sagara, at your service."
Kenshin just shook his head. "I just thought it was silly to see each other everyday and not know each others names." Sanosuke. The name was so familiar.
~Flash. Red. Blood. Fists. Blood. "Battousai.". Smiling. Hand. "Come back to the Dojo."~
Kenshin shook his head and smiled back at Sanosuke. Sano seemed to come out a trance and said "Battousai?"
Kenshin stared, but Sano just laughed. "Where did that come from? Anyway, you should be going to work, eh? I'll see you later." He picked up his paper and walked away.
Kenshin got in his car, and backed out of his driving space. Battousai. It doesn't mean anything.
Kenshin arrived at the skate park right on time. He smiled as he got out of the car, and waved to Yahiko, the other employee.
"Hey, Yahiko. You don't look so good. Forget your morning mocha?" Kenshin teased. Yahiko was always drinking coffee.
"I'll thank you to lay off the jabs, Short stuff." Yahiko retorted.
"Hey, just because I'm short doesn't mean you can push me around." Kenshin grinned, and went in the gate.
He loved the skate park. It was a great way to relax, skating or rollerblading, defying death and gravity in your own way.
~Flash. Jump. Pain. Sword. Death. Death. High. Fall.~
Kenshin put a hand to his forhead. Why did these flashes? He ignored it.
"Yo, Yahiko. This place doesn't start rolling till at least noon. Wanna go for a ride?"
Yahiko grinned and produced his board and Kenshins blades. Kenshin grinned, and reached for them. This was his preferred way to let off tension.
~*~
After work at 8, Kenshin got back into his car and took the long way home. He had lots to think about. He had continued having the flashes all through the day, and once Yahiko had said
"I keep remembering a dojo and a shinai.... but I didn't know what a shinai was until just now."
Kenshin shuddered. People around him seemed to be affected as much as he was. He didn't want to think about it.
When Kenshin pulled his car in, he saw Sanosuke on the steps in front of the building. His heart fluttered, and he firmly squished the feeling, thinking over and over ~I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight.~
He smiled at Sanosuke. "Hey. Why are you out here so late?"
Sano just smiled. "No idea. I think I'll go in now, actually." When he rose, he towered over Kenshins pathetic 5'5 by at least 6 inches.
Kenshin just smiled and opened the door, holding it for Sano. As they waited for the elevator, he couldn't help but notice Sano's twitching fingers. He was nervous. Where the information that Sano twitched his fingers when he was nervous came from, he didn't know.
"Your fingers are twitching." He said, smiling and looking straight ahead.
Sano didn't answer, but his fingers stopped twitching.
When they got off at their floor, Kenshin stopped by his door, and smiled cheerfully.
"Want to come in for coffee, Sano?"
Sano hesitated, then shrugged and smiled like Kenshin could almost remember him doing every morning in bed..
~Stop that, Kenshin. Think straight~
Kenshin opened the door, and told Sano to make himself comfortable on the couch. When he had the coffee, he found Sano studying the swords adorning the wall.
"Do you like them? It took forever to collect them all." Kenshin beamed proudly as he set the coffee down.
Sano didn't answer, but gestured to the katana. "May I?" When Kenshin nodded the affirmative, he took the sword down and drew it. With practiced ease, he went through a few basic exercises before putting it back in the sheath.
"Somehow, that doesn't seem right. Here, you try." He held out the Katana.
Kenshin smiled, and took it. He had never swung the weapon before. He was just a collector. But when his hand touched the hilt, he knew he could use it. He drew it smoothly and went into a sword dance. He fell away in the exhilaration of the flowing movements. Left hand up, over swing down.. The movements were so familiar.
When he returned the katana to the sheath, he heard Sano clap. "Bravo! It seems like you were born to wield it."
Kenshin smiled, but stared at the katana. He had never drawn a katana in his life.
~Flash. Katana. Tomoe. Pain. So much pain. Never again. NEVER~
He didn't know he was on his knees till Sano touched his shoulder.
"Hey, what wrong? Did I say something?"
Kenshin just smiled and stood. "I'm fine. Do you want to watch a movie?"
Later that night, after Sano had gone to his own apartment, Kenshin looked at the katana on the wall.
~What are you doing to me?~
~*~
~ do you believe in reincarnation, papa-san?
Of course I do, Kenji~
Kenshin awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. He flicked the lamp on. He had been having all these dreams lately, dreams of a man who fought with fists, a woman in a kimono, and a little boy with red hair. But in every dream there was a flash of a man with yellow eyes, holding a katana. Kenshin shuddered. The man looked like him, but not.
Kenshin pulled himself out of bed and padded over to the apartments bathroom. Turning on the light, he splashed some cold water on his face. He glanced at the clock. 6:02. Hmm. Might as well stay up, since he had to leave for work. Stepping out of his boxers, he got in the shower.
When Kenshin got out of the shower, he tied his thick bottle-red hair (Burgundy number 5, to be exact) in a simple tail at the base of his neck, as always. He grimaced as he looked in the mirror. He looked so femme, in fact, he looked downright female. He would have to get a haircut soon..Putting on his typical jeans and green hoodie, he went out of the apartment and too the elevator. He smiled on the way down.
He smiled, because, as always, the man in the apartment down the hall was in the lobby. The tall man with the wild black hair and obvious muscles. Kenshin still didn't know his name, but his heart leap every time he saw him. He could swear he knew him, and his name was on the tip of his tongue. As with everyday, the man looked up from his newspaper, his black hair sticking in all directions.
"Going to work?" The man asked. He asked everyday.
"No," Kenshin said mockingly "I'm going to meet my mistress in her château." He always said something different, but he was running out of ideas. But today was different. He walked over to the man and held out his hand. "My names Kenshin Himura."
The man looked surprised, but took his hand and shook it firmly. "Sanosuke Sagara, at your service."
Kenshin just shook his head. "I just thought it was silly to see each other everyday and not know each others names." Sanosuke. The name was so familiar.
~Flash. Red. Blood. Fists. Blood. "Battousai.". Smiling. Hand. "Come back to the Dojo."~
Kenshin shook his head and smiled back at Sanosuke. Sano seemed to come out a trance and said "Battousai?"
Kenshin stared, but Sano just laughed. "Where did that come from? Anyway, you should be going to work, eh? I'll see you later." He picked up his paper and walked away.
Kenshin got in his car, and backed out of his driving space. Battousai. It doesn't mean anything.
Kenshin arrived at the skate park right on time. He smiled as he got out of the car, and waved to Yahiko, the other employee.
"Hey, Yahiko. You don't look so good. Forget your morning mocha?" Kenshin teased. Yahiko was always drinking coffee.
"I'll thank you to lay off the jabs, Short stuff." Yahiko retorted.
"Hey, just because I'm short doesn't mean you can push me around." Kenshin grinned, and went in the gate.
He loved the skate park. It was a great way to relax, skating or rollerblading, defying death and gravity in your own way.
~Flash. Jump. Pain. Sword. Death. Death. High. Fall.~
Kenshin put a hand to his forhead. Why did these flashes? He ignored it.
"Yo, Yahiko. This place doesn't start rolling till at least noon. Wanna go for a ride?"
Yahiko grinned and produced his board and Kenshins blades. Kenshin grinned, and reached for them. This was his preferred way to let off tension.
~*~
After work at 8, Kenshin got back into his car and took the long way home. He had lots to think about. He had continued having the flashes all through the day, and once Yahiko had said
"I keep remembering a dojo and a shinai.... but I didn't know what a shinai was until just now."
Kenshin shuddered. People around him seemed to be affected as much as he was. He didn't want to think about it.
When Kenshin pulled his car in, he saw Sanosuke on the steps in front of the building. His heart fluttered, and he firmly squished the feeling, thinking over and over ~I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight.~
He smiled at Sanosuke. "Hey. Why are you out here so late?"
Sano just smiled. "No idea. I think I'll go in now, actually." When he rose, he towered over Kenshins pathetic 5'5 by at least 6 inches.
Kenshin just smiled and opened the door, holding it for Sano. As they waited for the elevator, he couldn't help but notice Sano's twitching fingers. He was nervous. Where the information that Sano twitched his fingers when he was nervous came from, he didn't know.
"Your fingers are twitching." He said, smiling and looking straight ahead.
Sano didn't answer, but his fingers stopped twitching.
When they got off at their floor, Kenshin stopped by his door, and smiled cheerfully.
"Want to come in for coffee, Sano?"
Sano hesitated, then shrugged and smiled like Kenshin could almost remember him doing every morning in bed..
~Stop that, Kenshin. Think straight~
Kenshin opened the door, and told Sano to make himself comfortable on the couch. When he had the coffee, he found Sano studying the swords adorning the wall.
"Do you like them? It took forever to collect them all." Kenshin beamed proudly as he set the coffee down.
Sano didn't answer, but gestured to the katana. "May I?" When Kenshin nodded the affirmative, he took the sword down and drew it. With practiced ease, he went through a few basic exercises before putting it back in the sheath.
"Somehow, that doesn't seem right. Here, you try." He held out the Katana.
Kenshin smiled, and took it. He had never swung the weapon before. He was just a collector. But when his hand touched the hilt, he knew he could use it. He drew it smoothly and went into a sword dance. He fell away in the exhilaration of the flowing movements. Left hand up, over swing down.. The movements were so familiar.
When he returned the katana to the sheath, he heard Sano clap. "Bravo! It seems like you were born to wield it."
Kenshin smiled, but stared at the katana. He had never drawn a katana in his life.
~Flash. Katana. Tomoe. Pain. So much pain. Never again. NEVER~
He didn't know he was on his knees till Sano touched his shoulder.
"Hey, what wrong? Did I say something?"
Kenshin just smiled and stood. "I'm fine. Do you want to watch a movie?"
Later that night, after Sano had gone to his own apartment, Kenshin looked at the katana on the wall.
~What are you doing to me?~