Disclaimer: Nobuhiro Watsuki is the owner of Rurouni Kenshin and all of its characters.
A/N: Aaaah, sorry for the long wait! Read on, and enjoy!
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Kaoru remained silent as she leaned on the bed post, her lashes fluttering as pictures of a red cheek on the pale face of a man. Why? Why did she need to do that?
"Kaoru...you stupid..."
She wiped away the last tear from her eye, slowly slipped out from beneath the covers to prepare for another day.
* * *
"Himura-san, your voice always seems to change every time I call..."
Kenshin sighed warily as he changed hands in holding the phone to his ear. This woman could talk for ages without getting to the entire purpose of the call...
"Tae-san, I understand, but... what are you trying to tell me?"
"Oh, it's nothing really. Am I bothering you?"
He slid his hand through his hair. She WAS.
"No. But Tae, listen to me."
She fell silent.
"I'm smart enough to know that you wouldn't spend two dollars per minute on a long-distance phone call when you've got a bakery to run at 5 o'clock AM and take Tsubame-chan to school JUST to give me a unpurposeful phone call. Correct?"
She sighed heavily in defeat on the other end of the line. He smirked in triumph.
"Well?"
She took a deep breath and spoke.
"It's about Kaoru-chan..."
* * *
He'd stalked through the alleys between every building he knew. Word spread around from mouth to mouth and he let it flow into his ears eagerly. No one dared to test his determination.
"Himura Kenshin; Age 28, three time world-wide kendo tournament champion..."
His gloved hands flipped through the received papers. His eyes didn't deceive him in a single word he read.
"Current location, Kyoto, Japan. Cell phone number..."
After a long series of info, he neatly folded the needed pages and tucked them safely in his back pocket. His lavender slit eyes glowed through the shadows, and glaced off the sunlight as his head turned at an angle.
"So it begins..."
In the little room consumed in darkness, the man of a pale face pulled out a pen from his desk, his right hand groping for a piece of paper. The pen clicked, and he diligently began to write.
Kaoru-
I no longer care for the many presences of people around me, nor do I care for the existence of this earth. If only the soft upward curve of your lips could open a window in this dark window of mine, only then would I leave all to be.
But I now know that this honor needs to be earned, earned by these hands. No one will prevent me from this chance.
If now only you could see how much I adore you...
-Enishi
* * *
"Himura-san, Kaoru-chan isn't well."
"Isn't well? Is she sick?"
"No, she seems to be emotionally depressed. Since this morning..."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"This morning? Perhaps something went wrong last night...?"
"Perhaps... I do recall hearing some noise from her room last night."
He listened to her words intently.
"I heard her gently scolding someone...and the voice of a man..."
"Who?"
"It would probably be the young man who is also staying with us."
A twinge of worry, anger, and jealousy raced through his mind, but subsided.
"Who is he?"
"Yukishiro Enishi."
The world fell silent...
"...what...?"
"Himura-san? Are you alright?"
"Tae-san, are you sure that's his name?"
"Yes, of course! Why-"
"Tae-san, is Kaoru there? Let me talk to her-"
"But she just left for work..."
He gritted his teeth. He could feel sweat forming at his brow.
"Tell her to call me as soon as she arrives home. Please."
"A-Alright, Himura-san. Do take care..."
"I will. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
His hands supported his head as it hung limp, his eyes closed tightly as fear ran through him.
Yukishiro Enishi. Ex serial killer, and the man who nearly murdered him...
* * *
Five years ago, there was a time when Kenshin had helped out with the police department of Tokyo for several crimes, back when there were many. There was one report of serial killer, Yukishiro Enishi, that had rumors spread saying that he snuck into one of the government's parties being held at a hotel. Within minutes he'd gone mad, slaying all within his reach. As Kenshin and the police arrived, they realized they'd been too late.
Some were in the corner, still alive but tense and nervous. Kenshin approached him, but in a flash, the crazed Enishi lunged at him, swinging his blade right down the center when time stopped at the shrill piercing of a scream. The image was still embedded in the far corners of his mind.
Enishi hadn't imagined in all his life that his beloved sister, Yukishiro Tomoe, would come for him. She'd heard the news of his killing, and was immediately driven to the hotel. And as she entered the dining hall, she threw herself between the shocked faces of a young Kenshin, and her beloved little brother.
He'd cried aloud as he dropped his blade, cradling the small, bleeding body, burying his face into her as tears mingled with her blood. He called her name over and over, only to be responded with a silent, satisfied smile before death took away her last breath.
Yukishiro Tomoe. The beautiful woman who taught her brother, whom she loved in all the world, the most valuable lesson for many years to come.
* * *
Kaoru reached home in troubled thoughts, worried sick over all she'd caused. She dropped her bags beside her bed, her small hands unbuttoning her blouse of her uniform when she saw the light from the window shining on a piece of paper on her desk.
She took it gently in her hands, trembling at the words she read. Her hand came to her mouth, covering it protectively as she began to breath heavily, harder and harder.
"Enishi..."
Looking down, she saw a lovely white lily, leaning against two of its delicate petals. She took it in her hands, smelling it, shaking still. But as she turned, she stepped on something. She bent down to pick up a piece of paper, neatly folded. Her fingers opened it slowly.
"Himura Kenshin; Age 28, three time world-wide kendo tournament champion..."
She gasped, the lily falling to the floor in a soft touch of petals. Her eyes fell upon it, her hands coming to her head in horrified realization.
White. The sign of death.
"Kenshin...!!!!!"
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Aaaaaaaah, another cliffhanger!! Don't kill me!! *dodges tomatos*
A/N: Aaaah, sorry for the long wait! Read on, and enjoy!
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Kaoru remained silent as she leaned on the bed post, her lashes fluttering as pictures of a red cheek on the pale face of a man. Why? Why did she need to do that?
"Kaoru...you stupid..."
She wiped away the last tear from her eye, slowly slipped out from beneath the covers to prepare for another day.
* * *
"Himura-san, your voice always seems to change every time I call..."
Kenshin sighed warily as he changed hands in holding the phone to his ear. This woman could talk for ages without getting to the entire purpose of the call...
"Tae-san, I understand, but... what are you trying to tell me?"
"Oh, it's nothing really. Am I bothering you?"
He slid his hand through his hair. She WAS.
"No. But Tae, listen to me."
She fell silent.
"I'm smart enough to know that you wouldn't spend two dollars per minute on a long-distance phone call when you've got a bakery to run at 5 o'clock AM and take Tsubame-chan to school JUST to give me a unpurposeful phone call. Correct?"
She sighed heavily in defeat on the other end of the line. He smirked in triumph.
"Well?"
She took a deep breath and spoke.
"It's about Kaoru-chan..."
* * *
He'd stalked through the alleys between every building he knew. Word spread around from mouth to mouth and he let it flow into his ears eagerly. No one dared to test his determination.
"Himura Kenshin; Age 28, three time world-wide kendo tournament champion..."
His gloved hands flipped through the received papers. His eyes didn't deceive him in a single word he read.
"Current location, Kyoto, Japan. Cell phone number..."
After a long series of info, he neatly folded the needed pages and tucked them safely in his back pocket. His lavender slit eyes glowed through the shadows, and glaced off the sunlight as his head turned at an angle.
"So it begins..."
In the little room consumed in darkness, the man of a pale face pulled out a pen from his desk, his right hand groping for a piece of paper. The pen clicked, and he diligently began to write.
Kaoru-
I no longer care for the many presences of people around me, nor do I care for the existence of this earth. If only the soft upward curve of your lips could open a window in this dark window of mine, only then would I leave all to be.
But I now know that this honor needs to be earned, earned by these hands. No one will prevent me from this chance.
If now only you could see how much I adore you...
-Enishi
* * *
"Himura-san, Kaoru-chan isn't well."
"Isn't well? Is she sick?"
"No, she seems to be emotionally depressed. Since this morning..."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"This morning? Perhaps something went wrong last night...?"
"Perhaps... I do recall hearing some noise from her room last night."
He listened to her words intently.
"I heard her gently scolding someone...and the voice of a man..."
"Who?"
"It would probably be the young man who is also staying with us."
A twinge of worry, anger, and jealousy raced through his mind, but subsided.
"Who is he?"
"Yukishiro Enishi."
The world fell silent...
"...what...?"
"Himura-san? Are you alright?"
"Tae-san, are you sure that's his name?"
"Yes, of course! Why-"
"Tae-san, is Kaoru there? Let me talk to her-"
"But she just left for work..."
He gritted his teeth. He could feel sweat forming at his brow.
"Tell her to call me as soon as she arrives home. Please."
"A-Alright, Himura-san. Do take care..."
"I will. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
His hands supported his head as it hung limp, his eyes closed tightly as fear ran through him.
Yukishiro Enishi. Ex serial killer, and the man who nearly murdered him...
* * *
Five years ago, there was a time when Kenshin had helped out with the police department of Tokyo for several crimes, back when there were many. There was one report of serial killer, Yukishiro Enishi, that had rumors spread saying that he snuck into one of the government's parties being held at a hotel. Within minutes he'd gone mad, slaying all within his reach. As Kenshin and the police arrived, they realized they'd been too late.
Some were in the corner, still alive but tense and nervous. Kenshin approached him, but in a flash, the crazed Enishi lunged at him, swinging his blade right down the center when time stopped at the shrill piercing of a scream. The image was still embedded in the far corners of his mind.
Enishi hadn't imagined in all his life that his beloved sister, Yukishiro Tomoe, would come for him. She'd heard the news of his killing, and was immediately driven to the hotel. And as she entered the dining hall, she threw herself between the shocked faces of a young Kenshin, and her beloved little brother.
He'd cried aloud as he dropped his blade, cradling the small, bleeding body, burying his face into her as tears mingled with her blood. He called her name over and over, only to be responded with a silent, satisfied smile before death took away her last breath.
Yukishiro Tomoe. The beautiful woman who taught her brother, whom she loved in all the world, the most valuable lesson for many years to come.
* * *
Kaoru reached home in troubled thoughts, worried sick over all she'd caused. She dropped her bags beside her bed, her small hands unbuttoning her blouse of her uniform when she saw the light from the window shining on a piece of paper on her desk.
She took it gently in her hands, trembling at the words she read. Her hand came to her mouth, covering it protectively as she began to breath heavily, harder and harder.
"Enishi..."
Looking down, she saw a lovely white lily, leaning against two of its delicate petals. She took it in her hands, smelling it, shaking still. But as she turned, she stepped on something. She bent down to pick up a piece of paper, neatly folded. Her fingers opened it slowly.
"Himura Kenshin; Age 28, three time world-wide kendo tournament champion..."
She gasped, the lily falling to the floor in a soft touch of petals. Her eyes fell upon it, her hands coming to her head in horrified realization.
White. The sign of death.
"Kenshin...!!!!!"
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TO BE CONTINUED...
Aaaaaaaah, another cliffhanger!! Don't kill me!! *dodges tomatos*