Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N.Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
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Lightning
by: Chiruken
Chapter 5
Kenshin tried his best to ignore the panic swelling within him, threatening to engulf him, as he followed the young woman with the uncanny resemblance to Kamiya Kaoru down the street, violet eyes darting back and forth between the unbelievably tall buildings rising up into the clouds to the horseless carriages zooming past him to the oddly dressed people rushing past him and casting curious glances at his sakabatou before hurrying on their way. "Ano…" He scurried closer to the familiar dark haired form just ahead of him in the crowd. "Kaoru-dono…where are we?" He found himself trying to see everywhere at once in an attempt to take in all of the fantastic and unbelievable sights surrounding him.
She glanced over her shoulder, taking note of his anxious expression and the tense way he held his shoulders as well as the curiosity in his strangely coloured eyes before smiling in reassurance. "Don't worry, Kenshin. We're still in the Ueno district."
Steps faltering, the rurouni stumbled in his shock before catching himself and righting his balance. "U-Ueno?" He repeated incredulously, feeling as if his world were tilting crazily and leaving him strangely out of sorts and off balance. "Did you say…Ueno, Kaoru-dono?"
Pausing at an entrance leading underground, she turned to him. "Yes, Ueno. Come on, Kenshin, or we'll miss the subway." With that said she disappeared down the steep steps, her shoes beating a steady and rapid tattoo on the stone.
"Subway? What's a subway?" He muttered under his breath before reluctantly following. Studying the odd lamps lining the ceiling and walls, he marveled at the bright light they cast without the usual cloying smoke. It was almost as if he were still standing outside in the bright light of the sun. Tilting his head to the side, he studied the kanji on the walls…and carefully ignored the oddly shaped foreign letters beside it. "Interesting…" He murmured softly, recognizing most of the areas outlined as being parts of Tokyo before hurrying to follow Kaoru as she continued on her way, shining blue ribbon fluttering in the breeze created by her swift steps, dark ponytail bobbing against her back, swaying between her shoulders. She stopped and set her bag on the ground, rocking back on her heels as she stared straight ahead. Moving to stand beside her on what appeared to be a platform, his eyes moved over the pictures painted on the walls, expression awed. "Kaoru-dono…" He whispered softly, shifting closer, briefly forgetting to maintain a respectful distance in his growing excitement at the new wonders being presented to his eyes by the moment.
"Hmm? What?" She glanced over at her strange companion and grinned at his expression of child-like delight. What a strange man…but really very sweet in his own odd way.
"Are those photographs, Kaoru-dono?" He gestured to larger than life colour pictures tacked up on the walls surrounding them.
Laughing softly, she shook her head at his oddity. "Yes, Kenshin, those are photographs." She giggled some more and checked her watch. "I hope it's on time today…I really want to get home before the weirdo's come out." She sighed and shook her head. They'd have a real heyday with him…poor Kenshin…we really have to find him something else to wear. He just can't go around dressed like that…he'll get beaten up all the time!
"On time? Weirdo's? What—" The rest of his question was drowned out by a sudden roaring that had him scurrying back several steps in fright, heart thudding hard and fast against his chest, the hissing echoing throughout the underground room, a loud squealing sound erupting from close to the ground, sounding much like metal moving over metal, followed by loud bangs. "O-oro?!?!" Hand gripping the hilt of his sakabatou tight enough his fingers hurt and his knuckles turned white, he stared in wide-eyed panic at the strangest train he'd ever seen, barely resisting the urge to bolt in terror.
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