By Hotaru
Disclaimer: I don't own RRK. Watsuki and Sony shouldn't sue this poor sessha who gets nothing but harmless fun from torturing Kenshin and Kaoru.
Warning: PG, but no lemons here yet. Please bear with the slowness of the story. I always take my time about these things.
Also: I haven't read the reviews yet, but if you've reviewed the previous chapters, a lot of thanks. I promise to include specifics in the next update to properly thank all you good people.
Kenshin: Yare, yare, arigatou Hotaru-dono, for making sessha so happy!!!
Hotaru: ^_^
*Stray: Hah!!! Another stupid fic? Don't you ever give up? Haven't I told you already that you've got ZERO talent, ZERO originality, and your style sucks??? What do I have to say to keep you out of Fanfiction.net for good????
Hotaru: ^_^
Kaoru: Do you want me to take care of him this time, Hotaru-san??? I most definitely would relish the pleasure of beating some kindness into that dense skull of his…
Hotaru: Demo…I shall not allow you to taint your hands with such filth…
Kenshin: Can I have the honor then, Hotaru-dono???
Hotaru: Just be easy on him this time, onegai???
Kenshin: (Bringing out a feather) Tickle time!!!!
*Stray: Ha ha ha!!!! Yamete, yamete!!!! (doubles over with laughter)
Hotaru: Sessha also keeps his non-killing oath!!! ^_^
*Stray is an "anonymous" reviewer out there, saying a lot of crappy bad shit stuff that s/he doesn't care to back up. Beware!!!!
Chapter 3: Day TWO/Part II
Sesshawaru Kenshin:
So what if the girl's got good looks? So what if her deep blue sapphire eyes were unnervingly beautiful--awesome—and if I may say so, hormone stimulating? I was not about to play games with a maid, a maid with an attitude at that, and I figured when she told me about having rabies shots, well, I must have looked like someone who'd be ready to swallow her alive, and I'm just not like that. I'm not THAT kind of guy. Surely, I have better taste than to go after a low-class, snotty teenager, even if she had the most beautiful eyes…
And not to mention legs. Did I mention legs before? They're divine, and if not for that smart-ass comment of hers about my poisonous tongue, I'd have been obliged to be kinder to her. More charming. Not that I ever thought I lacked charms at that time, after making a big fuss about MY soccer game.
Yes, I just happened to be the star player of the soccer team of Tokyo High. My team mates include the great Zen master (read: I am holier-than-thou you worthless insect) Shinomori Aoishi, Mr. Martial Arts man himself Sagara Sanosuke, and the unbeatable "Flash", Seta Soujiro. They call us the Untouchable Foursome, and together, we're invincible.
Invincible, huh, but kinda cliché, right? But what do you expect of a guy who's turning twenty and in his second year of college? My self-esteem's definitely soaring, and knowing that I'm not only the hottest, coolest guy around, but also the most financially "endowed" with my family being major investors and stockholders in all the major companies in Japan—hell, even the university itself—I have no qualms rubbing in all my good qualities to the adoring public. Especially to women. My girlfriend, Takani Megumi, for example, is one hot chick to beat. Not only is she a drop-dead gorgeous model who poses for Victoria's Secret—she's also one hell of a tennis athlete, a cheerleader, and hell, a beauty queen Tokyo Campus is proud to have. Having her around is like waving a trophy that says "I've got something you guys don't which keeps her wanting for more" sort of label. And I wasn't ashamed of that either, for it's the truth.
Almost, at least.
So won't you forgive me if I treat some smart ass snotty "I'm pure as a driven snow" kinda girl like dirt?
Probably you won't… but you'd understand, I hope.
Anyway, her determination to ignore me after that astute comment only boosted my desire to make her notice me. Reverse-psychology you might say, like I believe that crap but it works like hell!!! I squinted at the buildings passing by like a big gray blur outside my window, but couldn't help glancing at her every few seconds. Gods, how can this girl be SO unnerving? Who does she think she is? A drop-dead divine goddess sent from heaven? Her taut chin and upturned lips didn't help to make her ugly, or monstrous, as I hoped. You see, the moment she uttered that challenge in her oh-so-sultry voice, I was determined to hate her. And hate her I will, until she comes crawling back to that pathetic hole where she'd come from, heartbroken, and hopeless.
Call me names, but there's nothing more I wish to the devils out there but to crush her spirit.
Yet, as the car slowed down an avenue lined by sakura trees in the peak of their bloom, I can't help but catch a flicker of a smile on her lips.
I regretted it instantly.
Why?
Because it confused me.
You still ask why?
Maybe that's the kind of question I should ask myself.
Why do I hate her so much? Why did her words sting so much??? All my life I've ignored everyone around me, brandishing my indifference like a weapon. So how can some stupid words mean so much to me, coming from a worthless little shit like her?
Unfortunately, she was still smiling. Smiling at the world around her, at the sight of that nauseatingly, picture-perfect scene spread out before us.
Damn optimistic low-life!!!
Releasing a breath of air harshly, I turned away from the mirror's line of vision, not because I was shy of being caught watching her, but because I don't want to lose my pride and forget how to hate her altogether…
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Angel-rei Kaoru:
I really couldn't understand what's his problem. He's got a perfect life. Too perfect in fact, given that half the world's suffering and losing hope. But here I am, with some filthy rich, selfish spoiled brat staring at my legs to no end, and harassing me with verbal insults!!!! Is there justice in that??? I would have asked God right there and then, mentally dialing her hotline, when I figured that, maybe, this is just a trick question in a virtual reality exam, and I'm being observed for good behavior. THAT lessened my tension a great deal, and I've begun to sink into the limo's cushion, starting to enjoy the view, when his voice boomeranged into my head, causing me to jump with a start.
In less than three seconds, I lost all that 'feel good' resolve I've tried putting up for ten minutes, and blinked at him with a scowl, rubbing the head I hit on the ceiling when he startled me.
He was laughing like a maniac.
Gods, I hate his guts!!!
If he laughed a little longer, I would have made him fart all the way through his soccer game, but conscience got to me, when he looked at me seriously, his face almost kind.
I said almost kind because the moment he opened his mouth, I almost forgot my celestial vows as an angel…
"So, Kao, why don't you start doing what you're paid for???"
"Pardon me???" I asked, honestly unsure about what he meant.
"My sports bag and gear. Since Saitou had to stick for a while until the area's secured, I will let you have the rare privilege of carrying my divine stuff into that divine building over there, as this Divine Highness also has personal matters to take care of."
Rule no. I, section 1: Never hurt your sesshawaru unless his divine destiny requires it.
Gods, can't I just make this one an exception???
He grinned at me, probably celebrating because he knew how much THAT unnerved me. To say that I was unnerved is a gross understatement though. I wanted to shove his socks down his throat and make him puke on it, but I guess that's just as equally gross. Besides, if Akari-dono had sent spies to check up on me, I definitely would get a warning, which also means having to prolong my stay with this big-headed pervert. So I just smiled at him—a forced, "I hate your guts but you'll pay for this" kind of smile—then asked in the sweetest voice I can manage.
"Oh, and anything more, my Lovely Hind-ness???"
I don't know if it was the "lovely" or the "hindness" that got to him—for he sure looked vain, with the red dye and violet eye contacts clashing so, in my vision—but his eyes turned into slits of amber, unmasking a kind of hostility that told me, without a doubt, that I finally found the one...
The one human being in all of Earth, which held the precious balance of two lives.
In other words, this selfish, spoiled, insensitive, prissy college freak named Kenshin Himura was the man Akari-dono and all the Gods of the Heavens claimed had the power to change the Fate of us all.
Hard to believe but…
This young man with outlandish red hair, and amethyst eyes is no less than the one they call "rei-jin," the man with two souls…the one whose ultimate choice will be the choice of Destiny itself…
In other words, he was the man who's undoing will be the undoing of all of heaven.
And with that, of all of Earth, and its universe.
How that is possible I will later explain, but I promise no logic.
Only truth.
And truth, as you will realize, can be as flawed and lawless as human nature…
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