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Chapter 10: Reuniting and Kenji's 'hobby'
Kenshin rubbed Kaoru's back as she cried into his Gi. The girl's body shook with sobs of happiness as he gently whispered into her ear.
"Its ok, Kaoru. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you ever again. I cant, and wont, leave you to raise our son alone."
The young boy was now dancing around his mother and father, still crying, but dancing nonetheless. Yahiko just stood there with his mouth wide open and Ayame and Suzume's eyes were as large as dinner plates. Kaoru was crying tears of joy into Kenshin's shoulder as he gently massaged her back.
"Ok, Ok, I'm done now." Kaoru said as she stood, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. She stood back to take in the full site of her love. He had more muscles than before, and his hair was down to his butt, his bangs hanging down to his nose. His clothes were dirty and ripped, but the Sakabatou still hung at his side, looking just as it had the day he had left.
"So who is this little fellow?" Kenshin asked as he leaned down to pick the boy up. Kenji Squealed with happiness and cried "Daddy Daddy!"
Kaoru smiled. "That," she began to saunter over to Kenshin, "Would be your son, Kenshin Himura. The one you left me with." Kaoru pushed herself up against Kenshin's firm chest.
Kenshin raised an eyebrow while rubbing noses with the child.
"And what is this young Himura's name?" He asked.
"Battousai."
Kenshin nearly dropped the boy, but caught him quickly. "You named him what?!" Kenshin cried.
Kaoru began to laugh so hard she was nearly rolling on the ground. "What were the last words you said to me Kenshin?"
"Ai Shiteru?"
"Before that."
"Take care of Kenji?" Kenshin stopped and smiled. "Kenji," he said softly. Smiling, he threw the boy into the air, then caught him as he descended.
"Yay! Do it again, Daddy!" Kenji threw up his hands and began to kick his legs.
"Hey there! Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy go inside for a little while. Daddy needs a haircut." He looked up at Kaoru, his eyes searching hers. Slowly he put down Kenji, who ran around to go play with Ayame and Suzume. He leaned foreword to kiss Kaoru, but leaned back, his eyes going O-O as Kenji began to pull at his hair. "Long hair." The toddler whispered as he pulled up and down.
"Kenji OW! Stop it OW! Kaoru, Help! OW!" Kenshin began to walk backwards as the boy unknowingly pulled his father along behind him.
Kaoru gasped, then went after her son, prying his fingers loose from Kenshin's hair. Taking Kenshin's hand in one of hers and Kenji in the other, she walked over to Yahiko, who's mouth was still hanging open.
"Yahiko, watch Kenji." Kaoru ordered as she thrusted Kenji's small hand into Yahiko's.
"Wow, Kenji's adorable Kaoru. And Yahiko's grown so big. I cant believe it."
Kaoru grabbed a pair of scissors and sat Kenshin down in front of her. Carefully she took the ponytail out of his hair and began to gently brush out the tangles. "Well, you have been gone for six years. I was surprised you even came back."
"I said I would, Kaoru-Dono, de gozaru ne."
"I know, but I still wasn't sure." She said as her scissors sliced through his thick hair. She then moved around to his front, carefully trimming his bangs, and handing him his hair band when she was done. He carefully re- gathered his hair and tied it back.
"Kaoru-Dono, I missed you so much. And every moment I wasn't with you killed me. When I knew that our child had been born for sure, I was so angry at myself for missing his birth, de gozaru ne."
Carefully he drew Kaoru down onto his lap and began to kiss her gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. 'How long it has been,' thought Kenshin happily.
*7 years later*
"No, Watch you mother, Kenji."
Kenji stood in the middle of the Dojo, watching his mother perform a move to the Kamiya Kasshin style. Perfectly flawless.
Kenji gritted his teeth and spread his legs slightly further apart. His grip tightened on his bokutou.
Now at age thirteen, Kenji was a well-formed man. His hair was just like his fathers, long and constantly in a ponytail. His eyes glinted blue, and his muscles were well-formed thanks to hours of physical labor and practicing with a sword. He was also bright and quick on his feet. Everything needed to be a swordsman, just what he wanted to be. His mother and Yahiko schooled him in the Kamiya Kasshin style while his father worked him in the art of the Hiten Mitsurugi style.
Yahiko, now age 23, had mastered the Kamiya Kasshin style. He made a living working as a delivery boy and had married Tsumbame, and was a father-to-be. He no longer lived at the Dojo, but helped Kaoru school Kenji and help out with tasks around the Dojo. He watched Kenji, his anger building. The fact that Kenshin was teaching him the Hiten Mitsurugi style at the same time didn't help his schooling with Kaoru. If anything, it made it more difficult.
"Ok Kenji, do you get it now? You try it."
The young man nodded his head, sweat forming on his brow. Jumping up, he performed the same move in which Kaoru had demonstrated with great accuracy. Yet still Yahiko noted a flaw in his stance. It was only too similar to the stance Kenshin used when he fought.
Kaoru sighed. She didn't et how such a simple task could be so hard to master. Yahiko had mastered it in less than a day, and Kenji had much more talent than Yahiko.
"Alright Kenji, that's enough for today. Go outside and help you dad in the garden."
Kenji smiled, happy to finally to get away from his mother and Yahiko's hard stare.
Outside, the cherry blossoms were blooming on the trees. Tsumbame sat on the stairs of the dojo, cutting up vegetables. Sanoske, who had become extremely lazy in his old age, sat in the sun, chewing on a piece of straw. Kenji ran and leapt off the dojo steps and jumped over Sanoske and dashed to his father, who was plucking weeds from the garden.
"Hey Dad, do you need any help?" Kenji asked as he leaned down next to his dad.
Kenshin smiled. "To tell you the truth, I need you to go down to the store for me. We are all out of tofu and I have no clue what we are going to have for dinner." He patted his son on the head and handed him his purse. "Do you think you can cover for me?"
Kenji jumped up and saluted to his father in military form. "Yes Sir, mission excepted Sir!" The young boy ran into the dojo, grabbed his mothers shinai, then tore off into town.
Kenji loved the sounds and smells of town. He loved Akabeko's and all the little merchants who stood on the sides of the streets, yelling out and laughing with costomers. And one sight and particular that he loved. All the young ladies. He didn't know where his flirtatious nature came from(Maybe Kaoru?), but he found flirting one of the most entertaining things to do.
Carefully his eye scanned the streets and came to land on a group of ladies, huddled together with groceries, laughing and chatting. Smiling a proud smile and puffing out his chest, Kenji made his way over to the girls.
Clearing his voice, Kenji tapped one of them on the shoulder. "Hello," he said in a deep voice, but the girl took one look at him, saw right through him, and swatted him away. Her smack landed right on his cheek and caught him off guard, causing him to fall.
"Eww, get away from me, Himura. Gods, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I wont go out with you, now leave me alone." She said as her and her friends walked away.
Kenji sighed, still sitting in the dirt. "Well, once again I've managed to piss her off. Damn bitch."
"Tisk tisk Kenji. I thought your dad's whole technique was reading anothers move."
A smile broke through Kenji's lips. "That's sword techniques, Kuzami. Not martial arts."
The girl stepped from the ally. "No, your wrong. Its called Defending Themselves From Kenji." The girl had steel blue eyes that clashed with her brown hair that was highlighted with the occasional red strand. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail and doubled up so that the hair was in a loop. She wore a gi similar to Kaoru's when she was working with her sword, and a bamboo stick clung to her hand. She was scuffed up a bit, probably from a recent street fight, but all together she was a good looking girl.
She reached down with a hand and grabbed Kenji's, helping him up. "You know, you really shouldn't advance on girls like that Kenji." Kuzami said as the two made their way down the street.
A twinkle arose in Kenji's eyes. "Like this?"
"HENTAI!" With one swift movement Kuzami flipped up and over her shoulder, slamming him onto the ground and knocking the air out of him. Now you would expect there to be this huge crowd around the two teens, yet there was none. This was such a usual act for Kenji that nobody even bothered anymore.
As the dust settled, Kuzami spat next to Kenji. "Next time you touch my ass ill castrate you. And I'm serious."
Chapter 10: Reuniting and Kenji's 'hobby'
Kenshin rubbed Kaoru's back as she cried into his Gi. The girl's body shook with sobs of happiness as he gently whispered into her ear.
"Its ok, Kaoru. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you ever again. I cant, and wont, leave you to raise our son alone."
The young boy was now dancing around his mother and father, still crying, but dancing nonetheless. Yahiko just stood there with his mouth wide open and Ayame and Suzume's eyes were as large as dinner plates. Kaoru was crying tears of joy into Kenshin's shoulder as he gently massaged her back.
"Ok, Ok, I'm done now." Kaoru said as she stood, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. She stood back to take in the full site of her love. He had more muscles than before, and his hair was down to his butt, his bangs hanging down to his nose. His clothes were dirty and ripped, but the Sakabatou still hung at his side, looking just as it had the day he had left.
"So who is this little fellow?" Kenshin asked as he leaned down to pick the boy up. Kenji Squealed with happiness and cried "Daddy Daddy!"
Kaoru smiled. "That," she began to saunter over to Kenshin, "Would be your son, Kenshin Himura. The one you left me with." Kaoru pushed herself up against Kenshin's firm chest.
Kenshin raised an eyebrow while rubbing noses with the child.
"And what is this young Himura's name?" He asked.
"Battousai."
Kenshin nearly dropped the boy, but caught him quickly. "You named him what?!" Kenshin cried.
Kaoru began to laugh so hard she was nearly rolling on the ground. "What were the last words you said to me Kenshin?"
"Ai Shiteru?"
"Before that."
"Take care of Kenji?" Kenshin stopped and smiled. "Kenji," he said softly. Smiling, he threw the boy into the air, then caught him as he descended.
"Yay! Do it again, Daddy!" Kenji threw up his hands and began to kick his legs.
"Hey there! Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy go inside for a little while. Daddy needs a haircut." He looked up at Kaoru, his eyes searching hers. Slowly he put down Kenji, who ran around to go play with Ayame and Suzume. He leaned foreword to kiss Kaoru, but leaned back, his eyes going O-O as Kenji began to pull at his hair. "Long hair." The toddler whispered as he pulled up and down.
"Kenji OW! Stop it OW! Kaoru, Help! OW!" Kenshin began to walk backwards as the boy unknowingly pulled his father along behind him.
Kaoru gasped, then went after her son, prying his fingers loose from Kenshin's hair. Taking Kenshin's hand in one of hers and Kenji in the other, she walked over to Yahiko, who's mouth was still hanging open.
"Yahiko, watch Kenji." Kaoru ordered as she thrusted Kenji's small hand into Yahiko's.
"Wow, Kenji's adorable Kaoru. And Yahiko's grown so big. I cant believe it."
Kaoru grabbed a pair of scissors and sat Kenshin down in front of her. Carefully she took the ponytail out of his hair and began to gently brush out the tangles. "Well, you have been gone for six years. I was surprised you even came back."
"I said I would, Kaoru-Dono, de gozaru ne."
"I know, but I still wasn't sure." She said as her scissors sliced through his thick hair. She then moved around to his front, carefully trimming his bangs, and handing him his hair band when she was done. He carefully re- gathered his hair and tied it back.
"Kaoru-Dono, I missed you so much. And every moment I wasn't with you killed me. When I knew that our child had been born for sure, I was so angry at myself for missing his birth, de gozaru ne."
Carefully he drew Kaoru down onto his lap and began to kiss her gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. 'How long it has been,' thought Kenshin happily.
*7 years later*
"No, Watch you mother, Kenji."
Kenji stood in the middle of the Dojo, watching his mother perform a move to the Kamiya Kasshin style. Perfectly flawless.
Kenji gritted his teeth and spread his legs slightly further apart. His grip tightened on his bokutou.
Now at age thirteen, Kenji was a well-formed man. His hair was just like his fathers, long and constantly in a ponytail. His eyes glinted blue, and his muscles were well-formed thanks to hours of physical labor and practicing with a sword. He was also bright and quick on his feet. Everything needed to be a swordsman, just what he wanted to be. His mother and Yahiko schooled him in the Kamiya Kasshin style while his father worked him in the art of the Hiten Mitsurugi style.
Yahiko, now age 23, had mastered the Kamiya Kasshin style. He made a living working as a delivery boy and had married Tsumbame, and was a father-to-be. He no longer lived at the Dojo, but helped Kaoru school Kenji and help out with tasks around the Dojo. He watched Kenji, his anger building. The fact that Kenshin was teaching him the Hiten Mitsurugi style at the same time didn't help his schooling with Kaoru. If anything, it made it more difficult.
"Ok Kenji, do you get it now? You try it."
The young man nodded his head, sweat forming on his brow. Jumping up, he performed the same move in which Kaoru had demonstrated with great accuracy. Yet still Yahiko noted a flaw in his stance. It was only too similar to the stance Kenshin used when he fought.
Kaoru sighed. She didn't et how such a simple task could be so hard to master. Yahiko had mastered it in less than a day, and Kenji had much more talent than Yahiko.
"Alright Kenji, that's enough for today. Go outside and help you dad in the garden."
Kenji smiled, happy to finally to get away from his mother and Yahiko's hard stare.
Outside, the cherry blossoms were blooming on the trees. Tsumbame sat on the stairs of the dojo, cutting up vegetables. Sanoske, who had become extremely lazy in his old age, sat in the sun, chewing on a piece of straw. Kenji ran and leapt off the dojo steps and jumped over Sanoske and dashed to his father, who was plucking weeds from the garden.
"Hey Dad, do you need any help?" Kenji asked as he leaned down next to his dad.
Kenshin smiled. "To tell you the truth, I need you to go down to the store for me. We are all out of tofu and I have no clue what we are going to have for dinner." He patted his son on the head and handed him his purse. "Do you think you can cover for me?"
Kenji jumped up and saluted to his father in military form. "Yes Sir, mission excepted Sir!" The young boy ran into the dojo, grabbed his mothers shinai, then tore off into town.
Kenji loved the sounds and smells of town. He loved Akabeko's and all the little merchants who stood on the sides of the streets, yelling out and laughing with costomers. And one sight and particular that he loved. All the young ladies. He didn't know where his flirtatious nature came from(Maybe Kaoru?), but he found flirting one of the most entertaining things to do.
Carefully his eye scanned the streets and came to land on a group of ladies, huddled together with groceries, laughing and chatting. Smiling a proud smile and puffing out his chest, Kenji made his way over to the girls.
Clearing his voice, Kenji tapped one of them on the shoulder. "Hello," he said in a deep voice, but the girl took one look at him, saw right through him, and swatted him away. Her smack landed right on his cheek and caught him off guard, causing him to fall.
"Eww, get away from me, Himura. Gods, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I wont go out with you, now leave me alone." She said as her and her friends walked away.
Kenji sighed, still sitting in the dirt. "Well, once again I've managed to piss her off. Damn bitch."
"Tisk tisk Kenji. I thought your dad's whole technique was reading anothers move."
A smile broke through Kenji's lips. "That's sword techniques, Kuzami. Not martial arts."
The girl stepped from the ally. "No, your wrong. Its called Defending Themselves From Kenji." The girl had steel blue eyes that clashed with her brown hair that was highlighted with the occasional red strand. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail and doubled up so that the hair was in a loop. She wore a gi similar to Kaoru's when she was working with her sword, and a bamboo stick clung to her hand. She was scuffed up a bit, probably from a recent street fight, but all together she was a good looking girl.
She reached down with a hand and grabbed Kenji's, helping him up. "You know, you really shouldn't advance on girls like that Kenji." Kuzami said as the two made their way down the street.
A twinkle arose in Kenji's eyes. "Like this?"
"HENTAI!" With one swift movement Kuzami flipped up and over her shoulder, slamming him onto the ground and knocking the air out of him. Now you would expect there to be this huge crowd around the two teens, yet there was none. This was such a usual act for Kenji that nobody even bothered anymore.
As the dust settled, Kuzami spat next to Kenji. "Next time you touch my ass ill castrate you. And I'm serious."