Ack! My first fanficcy. =.=;;; I don't expect it to be vewwy good. but
neways. more chapters to come. =) please, don't be too harsh on me.
Kaoru sighed heavily. They would be coming over tonight. Oh, she hadn't seen them for ten years, ever since her marriage. She wondered if they would be any different. Megumi probably still has that foxiness about her. Kaoru sighed and put a pot of water to boil. At least her cooking has changed for the better. Even Yahiko, when he wasn't at the Akabeko making googoo eyes at Tsubame, agreed.
By the way, where was Yahiko?
"YAHIKOOOO!!!" Kaoru frowned. "That brat. twenty years old and still can't buy fish from the market." " What did you say, UGLY???" Kaoru whirled around and delivered a smashing blow to the head of a spiky-haired dude. "I SAID STOP CALLING ME UGLY!!! And where is that fish?"
Yahiko winced. "I'm doing chores for you and you still complain, Ug." He saw Kaoru's hands grip the broom harder and wisely decided to shush. "I got sidetracked." "By Tsubame, no doubt." "SHUT UP!!! And anyways, here's your fish. Gee, twenty years of age and I still get bossed around like a little kid." "Yes that's right. Start chopping carrots. NOW."
Kaoru huffed and started scaling the fish when a thought came to her. "Yahiko, where's my husband?"
"He's at the gambling hall."
"That lazy drunk. I'd kill him if there wasn't Kenji." Her eyes softened, and she looked out over the yard at her ten year old son, Kenji, calmly practicing the Kamiya Kasshin. She smiled, watching that tall, slender boy slice his shinai to the ground over and over, his wispy black hair falling over his aquamarine eyes. Yep, this was her child. He hardly resembled his father at all, except.
"Honey, I'm home!"
Kaoru felt that maternal warmness disappear. "You old drunk. didn't you know we have company tonight? And off you go, gambling and drinking and."
"Honey, I'm offended! I was simply getting our guests settled at the hotel. why didn't you let them room at the dojo, anyway? You know that there's plenty of room."
"Shush! You, of all people, should know!" With this, Kaoru glared icily, and her husband quieted immediately. No one messes with Kaoru when she had a weapon, be it a shinai, bokutou, or broom. " By the way, how are they?"
"Megumi's still the same, foxy as ever. Her poor husband."
At the word husband, Kaoru sighed. "Yes, and I have one too. Ah, I wish we could go back to the good ol' days, when Yahiko still called us the Kenshin-gumi."
"Yeah, good old days. Back when you were more violent, I was more in shape, Kenji was still a baby, Yahiko was still Yahiko-chan."
"Hey!!!"
" No offense there, midget." Yahiko snorted disdainfully and continued chopping carrots. ". and Megumi was in her ken-san calling stage. Ah, but Kenshin seems happier than before."
Kaoru smiled lightly, then her face became icy once more. "How. is Kenshin?"
Kaoru sighed heavily. They would be coming over tonight. Oh, she hadn't seen them for ten years, ever since her marriage. She wondered if they would be any different. Megumi probably still has that foxiness about her. Kaoru sighed and put a pot of water to boil. At least her cooking has changed for the better. Even Yahiko, when he wasn't at the Akabeko making googoo eyes at Tsubame, agreed.
By the way, where was Yahiko?
"YAHIKOOOO!!!" Kaoru frowned. "That brat. twenty years old and still can't buy fish from the market." " What did you say, UGLY???" Kaoru whirled around and delivered a smashing blow to the head of a spiky-haired dude. "I SAID STOP CALLING ME UGLY!!! And where is that fish?"
Yahiko winced. "I'm doing chores for you and you still complain, Ug." He saw Kaoru's hands grip the broom harder and wisely decided to shush. "I got sidetracked." "By Tsubame, no doubt." "SHUT UP!!! And anyways, here's your fish. Gee, twenty years of age and I still get bossed around like a little kid." "Yes that's right. Start chopping carrots. NOW."
Kaoru huffed and started scaling the fish when a thought came to her. "Yahiko, where's my husband?"
"He's at the gambling hall."
"That lazy drunk. I'd kill him if there wasn't Kenji." Her eyes softened, and she looked out over the yard at her ten year old son, Kenji, calmly practicing the Kamiya Kasshin. She smiled, watching that tall, slender boy slice his shinai to the ground over and over, his wispy black hair falling over his aquamarine eyes. Yep, this was her child. He hardly resembled his father at all, except.
"Honey, I'm home!"
Kaoru felt that maternal warmness disappear. "You old drunk. didn't you know we have company tonight? And off you go, gambling and drinking and."
"Honey, I'm offended! I was simply getting our guests settled at the hotel. why didn't you let them room at the dojo, anyway? You know that there's plenty of room."
"Shush! You, of all people, should know!" With this, Kaoru glared icily, and her husband quieted immediately. No one messes with Kaoru when she had a weapon, be it a shinai, bokutou, or broom. " By the way, how are they?"
"Megumi's still the same, foxy as ever. Her poor husband."
At the word husband, Kaoru sighed. "Yes, and I have one too. Ah, I wish we could go back to the good ol' days, when Yahiko still called us the Kenshin-gumi."
"Yeah, good old days. Back when you were more violent, I was more in shape, Kenji was still a baby, Yahiko was still Yahiko-chan."
"Hey!!!"
" No offense there, midget." Yahiko snorted disdainfully and continued chopping carrots. ". and Megumi was in her ken-san calling stage. Ah, but Kenshin seems happier than before."
Kaoru smiled lightly, then her face became icy once more. "How. is Kenshin?"