Author's notes: Oh good GOD… *the stupid ketchup song is going 'round and 'round Tesuka's head "I said ehe.. eha… (whatever)* AAARRRGGGHHH!!! I've got LSS! (last song syndrome) This is one of the suckiest song ever!!! (sorry to offend those who love this song but I really can't stand it.) GGAAAAHHHH!!! It's killing me!! HELP!! *choke choke*
Anyway… (^_^)' ehehehe… just wanted to rant (well, more than the usual anyway). AHERM. So… Back to my usual stuff. First of all, It's NOT like Buffy the vampire slayer. Though I did sorta made it sound like that, didn't I? Yech. Anyway, he's much COOLER than that. Hopefully. You'll find out in this chapter. ^_^
Hrmm… don't worry.. I'll put more Megumi and Sano. I've got something interesting in mind. Nyehehehe.. *evil grin*
Oh well, here it is! ^_^
Disclaimer: Urmm… what's a disclaimer?! Nah, just kidding. People might kill me. Okay, so I don't own Rurouni Kenshin… and L.J. Smith's Ideas. Doh.
The Vampire Aoshi
By Tesuka- chan
They entered the lounge.
It was a cozy little place, soft couches and coffee tables scattered all around. Nothing matched, which actually contributed to its charm. A black and white striped loveseat, a flowery bean bag, a Chippendale chair, a leather seat, and a counter in the corner with coffee pots and different colored mugs which the children decorated last week. A huge wooden cabinet was situated in another corner. The soft glow of the blue walls made it all the more homey and relaxed. This room was usually Misao's sanctuary, helping her to calm down when her nerves were tight. But now, it doesn't help a bit. Misao sighed in exasperation as she absently plopped on her favorite- the bean bag.
The others looked around and found their own seats. Kaoru sat down on the couch, the side nearest to the bean bag. Aoshi sat across the teacher, on the Chippendale. The Slasher remained standing, wanting to be able to see everything.
"Okay, shoot."
The red-haired one started explaining.
"First of all, I am Himura Kenshin, an agent of the Black T.H.O.R.N. S. – The Hidden Organization of Rights and Nations of the Supernatural."
The vampire looked around, obviously bored. Kaoru listened intently, while Misao let out a big yawn, and then tried to pay attention to what this Himura guy was saying.
"We are an organization composed of the supernatural- vampires, witches, fairies, werewolves… you name it, we're all there. We are commonly called the People. It all started even before men existed, going on to the Medieval period, when the People were at their most powerful. They hunted down humans, used them as slaves, like animals. Then the humans got fed up of all this and started rebelling against them. During the late 1300's through the early 1800's, they were burning witches and hunting down vampires and werewolves. The People were getting desperate, their number rapidly depleting, and so they asked for a treaty. Here, they agreed to give up most of their rights and lands to the humans. They had to live hidden away, controlled by the organization, so as not to abuse the humans again. This treaty was agreed upon and many forgot what about the People." He paused for a while, then continued.
"Though some remember them, the ones to whom they told think of it as some person's vivid imagination and even delusions. Others think of it as just fiction- they already made books, movies, and even series like Angel and Buffy the Vampire slayer. Nevertheless, no one believed that much anymore nowadays. Therefore, the treaty was seldom broken. Until now." Battousai glanced at the vampire, yellow eyes narrowed down to slits.
Misao and Kaoru were amazed, interest filling them, eyes wide with awe. I can't believe it… all these vampire stuff are really true? Misao wondered. Then she sneered at herself. Well, I knew even before that. Though how exactly, I don't know. She glanced over at Aoshi.
Aoshi met her eyes and grinned.
"This is quite amazing," Kaoru spoke up, breaking the awed silence and the tension in the air. "I can't believe that all the while we were surrounded by creatures that were thought mythical." She shook her head, saying "so THIS explains all the weird unexplainable phenomena around the world."
"Ahh… the Loch Ness monster, Big foot, and other legends all around the globe. Yes, they're all connected to the People. Though they were subdued easily, and very efficiently, I daresay." The vampire drawled. "Though I do remember one event that almost went out of control… I believe that was the Boston Massacre, in America," he said thoughtfully, "I should know." He stared at the others around him. "I was there."
Misao's eyes rounded with shock. He was there?! But that was like a century ago! It's impossible… then realization dawned to her. Of course! He's immortal. How stupid can I get? She narrowed her eyes. "What happened there?"
Kenshin was the one who told the tale. "Well, It was the brink of the revolution, really. The people were outraged because of the taxes imposed upon them by the British. Some of them in Boston started a fight with the British soldiers. It was thought that the killings happened because of that fight."
"But it was all wrong. The killings have no connection at all with the fight, which was subdued, although it did occur on the same day. Around ten people were killed… their blood sucked out of their systems, and their bodies were scattered around Boston. Historians think that it has a connection with the fight that day and concluded thus."
But then it was actually some blood- thirsty war freak who killed them all. Misao thought. I wonder who…
"I was the blood-thirsty war freak, to answer your question, Misao."
Startled, the kindergarten teacher raised her eyes, meeting emotionless cold blue. Damn, I should guard my thoughts better. Then the impact of what he said fully hit her. "YOU?!"
"Well, I was travelling with some of my friends. It didn't matter too much… only that it started the revolution. Which is a good thing, actually," He added. Now why do I feel like I have to prove myself to this woman? He shook his head and his thoughts shifted. That was actually around the time when mother… he shook his head again.
"Yes, but more bloodshed could've been prevented." Kenshin stated out.
"The past is in the past, Himura. Besides, you weren't exactly a saint either." Aoshi's eyes glinted.
"I agree. The past is in the past, and it is not worth talking about." Kenshin turned away. Kaoru looked at him curiously.
Misao laid back at the bean bag, stretched, sighed, and said, "So what do we do now? If we promise not to tell anyone, will you let us go home and we'll all be happy? Or will you kill us, to ease your worries about us blurting it out to the public?" She sneered.
Aoshi was distracted as the thin cloth stretched over Misao's slim body. She was all soft and rounded at the right places. A bomb wrapped in a pretty package. Then he realized that someone was talking to him. "What?"
"I said if you could erase their memories." Kenshin replied. "It would be easier for all of us."
"Can't. I can only erase memories that were accumulated in a couple of hours. She already met me a couple of days before." He explained, looking at Misao. She was glaring at her. He chuckled, she caught him 'examining' her. "I didn't erased it before because I thought that she was too drunk to remember." Is that it? Or you wanted her to remember you for some odd reason?-- Shut up.
"Well then, erase Ms. Kaoru's memory."
"No!"
All looked at Kaoru, surprised.
"I- I mean," Kaoru stammered, "If you're going to do something to Misao, I'll stay by her side no matter what." She stubbornly stated.
Misao was touched at that. "Oh, Kaoru, you really don't have to. I can handle these guys."
"No, Misao, you know you're like a sister to me. I'll be with you and that's that." Kaoru's eyes flashed with determination.
It's either she has guts, Kenshin thought admiringly, or she's incredibly stupid. He opted for the first one. He made a decision. "I have thought of something: the organization will take both of you in, for protection. If word goes out and it was found that two humans know of us seriously, many will try to kill you both, just to keep their identity hidden."
"But we have our jobs!" Misao blurted out. Her mind began to whir rapidly. How about the children, my apartment, my Mochi balls? Everything I've worked hard for? "I can't!"
"Do you value material things over your life, Ms. Misao?"
She bowed her head. Everything's ruined! And because of that good-for-nothing-I'm-so-gorgeous vampire! Dammit!
"Why are you doing this for us?" Kaoru spoke quietly.
"We can't very well kill you right now, it will just add up to the other strange events happening all around here already. It's just business, Ms. Kaoru." Kenshin coldly stated.
Aoshi had been very quiet all throughout. He had heard something, a scratching of some sort, and now he's trying to hear it again to be able to figure out where it came from.
*scratch scratch*
Everybody heard it this time.
Aoshi quickly leaped towards the cabinet, wrenched it open, and grabbed at the one hiding there. He grabbed its throat to kill it.
"NO! WAIT! STOP!"
He paused, his silver eyes narrowed, his teeth long and deadly.
Misao rushed toward him and his victim, a look of pure terror, then livid anger showed on her face. She grabbed the boy and hugged him tightly.
"You dare hurt such a small child? Have you no heart?" She told him, her voice full of contempt and hurt. A whimper was heard from the boy. "Shhhh… it's okay, Fuuma. I'm here now. The big bad wolf is not going to hurt you anymore." She cooed softly.
What the-? Big bad wolf? What does she think I am? He returned back to his normal state, hiding once again behind a cold, cynical mask. What do I care anyway? I am evil, in way. Even though I've literally stopped existing long ago.
Misao led the sobbing child to the bean bag. She put him on her lap, repeatedly stroking his wavy dark hair to clam him down. After a while, his sobs decreased to halting hiccups. She then said gently to him. "What are you doing here, Fuuma? I thought you went home already."
"I…I did. Bu- but there was no one there. I… was sca- scared and I went back he- here." He replied tearily, his green eyes huge and scared.
"How long have you been here?"
"I… I wai- waited for you here. This is my fa- favorite room and… I know thi- this is also your fa- favorite room too, Mi- misao- sensei." He paused to wipe his eyes with his fists. "Then I he-heard pe-people and I was scared. I hi-hid in the-there." He pointed to the now dilapidated pile of wood.
Kenshin narrowed his yellow eyes. Damn… this is an added problem. He asked the vampire, now coldly standing away from the scene. "Can you erase his memory?"
"Of course I can." He replied.
"Wait," Misao said quietly, "Fuuma doesn't have a home to go back to. He's new in our school and he's alone. His parents died earlier because of a car crash and they left a great amount of money for his education. He has no known relatives. Only the nanny is with him all the time. I guess she's gone now, and I don't really know what happened to her." She raised her pleading eyes to Kenshin. "He'll go with us."
"No. It's too dangerous. We'll put him in an orphanage."
"He has a phobia in orphanages. He was put in there once and the one in charge beat him roughly." Misao looked at the now sleeping Fuuma. "He'll go with us." She repeated, and determined solid blue eyes stared right back at Kenshin. "It's either that or the other option. Kill us."
Exasperated, Kenshin couldn't very well kill them. He sighed resignedly. "All right. But both of you will be in charge of him. I won't be a goddamn babysitter." He turned around and ordered. "Come on."
Misao's face lightened. She carried the sleeping child, and stood up. She stumbled a little at the unexpected weight and sat back down the soft bean bag. The heaviness was carried off her arms and she looked up at Aoshi, strolling away as if he's carrying something as light as a feather. She smiled a little and was helped up by Kaoru. "Are you okay? We'll have to go and gather some things."
"Yeah, I'm alright." There's something human that's left inside him after all. She stood up straightened her pants, and strode out of the room. This is actually exciting! I'll think of it as a vacation… white beaches, sunny skies, and clear blue water. She grinned.
A/n: Okay, this TOTALLY sucked. I'm soooo not in the mood to write right now. *gaaah* Anyway, I'm too tired to change it and I've got lots to do. *a weary tesuka with eyebags around her eyes walks around the room, looking like a ghost.* Oh well… READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks! ^_^
Sorry.. Kenshin was OOC. Well, he is still Battousai anyway, he's cold and unemotional. Anyway, don't worry. He'll change. And he's got a secret of his own. *evil grin*
Okay, so about the Boston Massacre thing… I just used it for this fiction so I guess that's an added disclaimer. So…
Disclaimer: The facts about the Boston Massacre are still facts. I altered it a bit for this fiction. Please don't sue me!!!!
Argh! Oh well, the next chapter is about them settling in the protection agency of T.H.O.R.N.S (yuck! Another sucky invention of my mind). What will happen? Is it what Misao expected? Or is it completely different? *urrrmm… I don't know…* So any suggestions? I HAVE WRITER"S BLOCK! Grrrrr… oh well, thanks everyone! ^_^