Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is owned by Nobuhiro Watsuki.^^
A/N: Hi! This is a first time attempt for an RK fic! I tend to go more towards romance and humor, and if you'd like you can check out my fics in the Inuyasha section, just to see what my writing style is like. ^^ I hope I may please you with my writing! Enjoy your stay! Happy reading!
Mini note!: In this fic, Kenshin and Kaoru ARE THE SAME AGE!! I prefer not to think of them as ten years apart...which they are... __
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"Ken-nii! Don't go!"
"Ayame-chan, I promise I'll be back!"
"Ken-nii, no go! No go!"
"Suzume-chan, Ayame-chan, just be good girls for two weeks, and I'll bring you back candy from France, okay? How does that sound, eh?"
"Ken-nii..."
Kenshin couldn't help swallowing a lump in his throat as he watched the two girls cling to his pleated pants, tears swelling in their eyes and flowing out like rivers. For crying out loud, it was just TWO WEEKS...even HE was getting emotional... He crouched down to their eye level, and said to them quietly.
"Just two weeks, okay? Ken-nii will promise."
Both little brown-haired heads bobbed up and down in agreement, and they reluctantly stepped away, watching him walk through the portal into the airplane. Their small footsteps raced back to a muscular man, with black hair tumbling down his back, dwarfing everyone around him. He squinted his eyes at the plane from the window. The girls clung to him, still attempting to swallow their tears. He patted their heads as the plane began to withdraw out of its parking space.
"Good luck...baka deshi..."
* * *
Kenshin watched as the airport building slowly went out of his viewing range. He sighed, ignoring the sniggers around him, mocking him for the odd kendo uniform he refused to remove. He stroked his blade at his side, wrapped up completely in bubble wrap and duct tape. Security was getting harsh...too harsh to his liking. The tournament was to take place in five days, such little time, but Kenshin felt no fear or any pang of nervousness in him. The plane stopped in front of the runway.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE NOW PREPARED TO LIFTOFF. PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS UNTIL THE CAPTAIN HAS TURNED OFF THE SEATBELT SIGN."
Kenshin paid no heed to the announcement being blurted out in several languages. His mind was focused on his training he'd done for the past five years... His eyelids drooped slowly over his eyes, but slow enough for him to feel a pair of hands taking his seatbelt gingerly, and fasten it together in the right place.
'click'
Violet eyes were revealed once again to the odor of unpleasant airplane food. The stewardesses were collecting the passengers' plates and any trash. Before him, he saw a small pink post-it note stuck to his fold-up table. The handwriting was angelic, looking flawless in his eyes.
'If you wish to eat, please call me by pressing the call button.'
The lights went off, windows began to close, and many dozed off to an uncomfortable sleep. He rummaged around his chair for the button, and with a small 'click' he pushed it. Within seconds, he heard an elegant voice question him.
"May I help you?"
His neck turned, and the first thing he saw was a pair of sapphire eyes staring wonderingly at him. A small, pointed face encircled her facial features, and it was all trimmed with a wave of black hair cascading down her back, organized neatly in a long ponytail. Her white, gloved hand was outstretched to him, and the little lips of pink began to curve into a smile.
"Shall I bring you your dinner?"
Flabbergasted, he paused, suddenly forgetting what he had called her for. The world around him went white, and all his eyes could possibly focus on was the figure of this woman, elegantly poised on the side of his seat. Her facial expression suddenly grew into a look of concern, and the light faded.
"Sir?"
He suddenly went red, flushing like a man who'd been stripped in public. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, his lips couldn't utter a single word through sheer shock. He attempted to stand, yet the seatbelt bound him to his chair, and he went thumping into his chair again. She smiled yet again, gently, and reached over with her gloved hands and slowly unfastened the seat belt. Hastily, he stumbled from his chair, muttering a meek 'excuse me' and dashed into the lavatory. Closing the door, he slumped himself against it and clutched at his heart as if lacking air. Closing his eyes, he envisioned her, standing there and offering her hand to him.
Who was she?
Slapping himself several times, he forced himself into thinking of something else.
"Kendo, kendo, think of kendo..."
He regained confidence, and turned himself around to open the door. Yet as he did, there she stood, her eyes looking worried as if her life depended on it.
"Oh sir, excuse me for interrupting your business. Are you alright?"
He felt like stepping back into the stall and closing the door again, yet he went frozen solid as she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You don't look too well, let me see if I can get you an ice pack."
She pivoted smoothly on her high heel when he finally got a hold of his vocal chords again.
"...no..."
She stopped, and turned around. Her look of concern was unchanged.
"Are you sure? If you insist, I won't force you. I'm truly sorry if I frightened you in any way..."
He managed to calm his heart slowly, and confidence nourished him.
"No, I'll be fine. Thank you. You didn't frighten me."
Her eyebrows rose, and her naturally pink lips curved upwards greatly, revealing her teeth slightly.
"I'm glad. Please take care, and let me know if you need anything."
He nodded, and trudged back to his seat.
His mind continued to pester him with visions of her, smiling at him or giving him looks of worry. He shook his head, trying to hammer out the thoughts. Confusion was the emotion that he hated the most, and he continuously asked himself why it was that he had acted the way he had when he set his eyes on her. It was a sheer mystery to him.
A number of times afterwards, he found his fingers inching towards that call button time after time. He had to slap himself repeatedly, making neighbors give him insane looks that made him flush slightly each time. He DID press it once, but another stewardess came forth to aid him. He simply asked for a glass of wine, and lay back in his chair. Seconds later, he sipped his wine adoringly and turned the wine glass around and around, examining it carefully. Thirty minutes later, he drained the glass completely, and stood to use the lavatory again. Little did he realize that the sapphire eyes had glanced at him curiously as he did so.
Waiting outside the lavatory door for the previous person to come out, he leaned against the wall, his arms folded and his head facing down, attempting to focus on his kendo methods once again. That focus did not last for long...
"That wine was delicious, wasn't it?"
He opened his eyes, only to see the elegant feet adorned in navy high heels. Looking up, he saw that familiar smiling face once again. He held his breath to prevent himself from gasping.
"Oh!"
She turned away and slightly blushed.
"I didn't mean to intrude you. There's just no one to talk to once you're on a job like this, and everyone's asleep."
He couldn't help smiling at her innocent nature.
"I could understand that."
She suddenly grinned widely at his comment.
"It's nice to have someone understand, for once. No one seems to, nowadays. What did you think of that wine?"
He cocked his head slightly.
"Could that tangy after taste possibly be the infamous French Chardonnay?"
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"How clever. It's interesting what turning the wine glass around could possibly tell you."
His eyes widened slightly of her knowledge, and she blushed at her big mouth.
"I-I just saw you for a second, and I was curious..."
He chuckled slightly.
"There's no need to be so apologetic. My trainer is an expert at liquor."
She seemed to grow in interest.
"Oh? Is that his profession?"
"Urrr..."
He suddenly had an image of his Shishyou drinking manically and swinging his blade like a mad man.
"No...no, not really..."
They paused for a second, and the intercom suddenly intruded on their conversation.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE WILL BE LANDING SHORTLY. PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS AND FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS."
She seemed to suddenly zoom back into reality.
"Oh, I have to go. It was great chatting with you!"
With that, the sound of her high heels went clicking away down the carpeted isle, and Kenshin was left standing there, in the end not having the chance to use the restroom...
The plane finally landed, and the passengers began shuffling out in lines. The girl with sapphire eyes stood by the doorway, greeting each passenger as they left. Kenshin stood to the side of the line to say his last farewells.
"I...I'm glad I got to meet you."
She smiled back at him.
"So am I."
Courage suddenly ran at him head on, and he heard himself suddenly blurt out the words.
"Can I know your name?"
The captain seemed to be calling for her. Afraid to be caught of being off guard, she whispered her name as she turned to walk away. And though he could not hear, he got a glimpse of her nametag. He hadn't bothered to see that before...
Finally, after fourteen hours of plane ride, he stepped out into the sidewalk of Paris. He breathed in the sweet air for what seemed like a millennium, and he whispered that lovely name into the sky. Only the air will share that special name with him. It was surely a name to remember. He breathed out her name aloud quietly before proceeding to head for the dojo.
"Kaoru. Kamiya Kaoru."
* * *
Thus ends the introductory chapter!! What do you think? Do you like it? I hope so! Please give me your opinion! THANKS!
~Momori^^
A/N: Hi! This is a first time attempt for an RK fic! I tend to go more towards romance and humor, and if you'd like you can check out my fics in the Inuyasha section, just to see what my writing style is like. ^^ I hope I may please you with my writing! Enjoy your stay! Happy reading!
Mini note!: In this fic, Kenshin and Kaoru ARE THE SAME AGE!! I prefer not to think of them as ten years apart...which they are... __
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ken-nii! Don't go!"
"Ayame-chan, I promise I'll be back!"
"Ken-nii, no go! No go!"
"Suzume-chan, Ayame-chan, just be good girls for two weeks, and I'll bring you back candy from France, okay? How does that sound, eh?"
"Ken-nii..."
Kenshin couldn't help swallowing a lump in his throat as he watched the two girls cling to his pleated pants, tears swelling in their eyes and flowing out like rivers. For crying out loud, it was just TWO WEEKS...even HE was getting emotional... He crouched down to their eye level, and said to them quietly.
"Just two weeks, okay? Ken-nii will promise."
Both little brown-haired heads bobbed up and down in agreement, and they reluctantly stepped away, watching him walk through the portal into the airplane. Their small footsteps raced back to a muscular man, with black hair tumbling down his back, dwarfing everyone around him. He squinted his eyes at the plane from the window. The girls clung to him, still attempting to swallow their tears. He patted their heads as the plane began to withdraw out of its parking space.
"Good luck...baka deshi..."
* * *
Kenshin watched as the airport building slowly went out of his viewing range. He sighed, ignoring the sniggers around him, mocking him for the odd kendo uniform he refused to remove. He stroked his blade at his side, wrapped up completely in bubble wrap and duct tape. Security was getting harsh...too harsh to his liking. The tournament was to take place in five days, such little time, but Kenshin felt no fear or any pang of nervousness in him. The plane stopped in front of the runway.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE NOW PREPARED TO LIFTOFF. PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS UNTIL THE CAPTAIN HAS TURNED OFF THE SEATBELT SIGN."
Kenshin paid no heed to the announcement being blurted out in several languages. His mind was focused on his training he'd done for the past five years... His eyelids drooped slowly over his eyes, but slow enough for him to feel a pair of hands taking his seatbelt gingerly, and fasten it together in the right place.
'click'
Violet eyes were revealed once again to the odor of unpleasant airplane food. The stewardesses were collecting the passengers' plates and any trash. Before him, he saw a small pink post-it note stuck to his fold-up table. The handwriting was angelic, looking flawless in his eyes.
'If you wish to eat, please call me by pressing the call button.'
The lights went off, windows began to close, and many dozed off to an uncomfortable sleep. He rummaged around his chair for the button, and with a small 'click' he pushed it. Within seconds, he heard an elegant voice question him.
"May I help you?"
His neck turned, and the first thing he saw was a pair of sapphire eyes staring wonderingly at him. A small, pointed face encircled her facial features, and it was all trimmed with a wave of black hair cascading down her back, organized neatly in a long ponytail. Her white, gloved hand was outstretched to him, and the little lips of pink began to curve into a smile.
"Shall I bring you your dinner?"
Flabbergasted, he paused, suddenly forgetting what he had called her for. The world around him went white, and all his eyes could possibly focus on was the figure of this woman, elegantly poised on the side of his seat. Her facial expression suddenly grew into a look of concern, and the light faded.
"Sir?"
He suddenly went red, flushing like a man who'd been stripped in public. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, his lips couldn't utter a single word through sheer shock. He attempted to stand, yet the seatbelt bound him to his chair, and he went thumping into his chair again. She smiled yet again, gently, and reached over with her gloved hands and slowly unfastened the seat belt. Hastily, he stumbled from his chair, muttering a meek 'excuse me' and dashed into the lavatory. Closing the door, he slumped himself against it and clutched at his heart as if lacking air. Closing his eyes, he envisioned her, standing there and offering her hand to him.
Who was she?
Slapping himself several times, he forced himself into thinking of something else.
"Kendo, kendo, think of kendo..."
He regained confidence, and turned himself around to open the door. Yet as he did, there she stood, her eyes looking worried as if her life depended on it.
"Oh sir, excuse me for interrupting your business. Are you alright?"
He felt like stepping back into the stall and closing the door again, yet he went frozen solid as she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You don't look too well, let me see if I can get you an ice pack."
She pivoted smoothly on her high heel when he finally got a hold of his vocal chords again.
"...no..."
She stopped, and turned around. Her look of concern was unchanged.
"Are you sure? If you insist, I won't force you. I'm truly sorry if I frightened you in any way..."
He managed to calm his heart slowly, and confidence nourished him.
"No, I'll be fine. Thank you. You didn't frighten me."
Her eyebrows rose, and her naturally pink lips curved upwards greatly, revealing her teeth slightly.
"I'm glad. Please take care, and let me know if you need anything."
He nodded, and trudged back to his seat.
His mind continued to pester him with visions of her, smiling at him or giving him looks of worry. He shook his head, trying to hammer out the thoughts. Confusion was the emotion that he hated the most, and he continuously asked himself why it was that he had acted the way he had when he set his eyes on her. It was a sheer mystery to him.
A number of times afterwards, he found his fingers inching towards that call button time after time. He had to slap himself repeatedly, making neighbors give him insane looks that made him flush slightly each time. He DID press it once, but another stewardess came forth to aid him. He simply asked for a glass of wine, and lay back in his chair. Seconds later, he sipped his wine adoringly and turned the wine glass around and around, examining it carefully. Thirty minutes later, he drained the glass completely, and stood to use the lavatory again. Little did he realize that the sapphire eyes had glanced at him curiously as he did so.
Waiting outside the lavatory door for the previous person to come out, he leaned against the wall, his arms folded and his head facing down, attempting to focus on his kendo methods once again. That focus did not last for long...
"That wine was delicious, wasn't it?"
He opened his eyes, only to see the elegant feet adorned in navy high heels. Looking up, he saw that familiar smiling face once again. He held his breath to prevent himself from gasping.
"Oh!"
She turned away and slightly blushed.
"I didn't mean to intrude you. There's just no one to talk to once you're on a job like this, and everyone's asleep."
He couldn't help smiling at her innocent nature.
"I could understand that."
She suddenly grinned widely at his comment.
"It's nice to have someone understand, for once. No one seems to, nowadays. What did you think of that wine?"
He cocked his head slightly.
"Could that tangy after taste possibly be the infamous French Chardonnay?"
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"How clever. It's interesting what turning the wine glass around could possibly tell you."
His eyes widened slightly of her knowledge, and she blushed at her big mouth.
"I-I just saw you for a second, and I was curious..."
He chuckled slightly.
"There's no need to be so apologetic. My trainer is an expert at liquor."
She seemed to grow in interest.
"Oh? Is that his profession?"
"Urrr..."
He suddenly had an image of his Shishyou drinking manically and swinging his blade like a mad man.
"No...no, not really..."
They paused for a second, and the intercom suddenly intruded on their conversation.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE WILL BE LANDING SHORTLY. PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS AND FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS."
She seemed to suddenly zoom back into reality.
"Oh, I have to go. It was great chatting with you!"
With that, the sound of her high heels went clicking away down the carpeted isle, and Kenshin was left standing there, in the end not having the chance to use the restroom...
The plane finally landed, and the passengers began shuffling out in lines. The girl with sapphire eyes stood by the doorway, greeting each passenger as they left. Kenshin stood to the side of the line to say his last farewells.
"I...I'm glad I got to meet you."
She smiled back at him.
"So am I."
Courage suddenly ran at him head on, and he heard himself suddenly blurt out the words.
"Can I know your name?"
The captain seemed to be calling for her. Afraid to be caught of being off guard, she whispered her name as she turned to walk away. And though he could not hear, he got a glimpse of her nametag. He hadn't bothered to see that before...
Finally, after fourteen hours of plane ride, he stepped out into the sidewalk of Paris. He breathed in the sweet air for what seemed like a millennium, and he whispered that lovely name into the sky. Only the air will share that special name with him. It was surely a name to remember. He breathed out her name aloud quietly before proceeding to head for the dojo.
"Kaoru. Kamiya Kaoru."
* * *
Thus ends the introductory chapter!! What do you think? Do you like it? I hope so! Please give me your opinion! THANKS!
~Momori^^