I don't own Roruoni Kenshin. I own Lara, her family, and farm. I am writing
this story for fun not money.
Okay now you can read.
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To Move On
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Ch.3 Permission
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Lara looked down. Sadness had filled her eyes. Hadn't he warned her that someone wanted him dead? She wanted answers. "I'm going to my room," she said quietly as she got up. Aoshi was about to follow her when Kenshin put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
She went to her room and belted her sword. 'Tolma can help me,' she thought. Yet, she felt bad for leaving. She tried to convince herself it was because everyone had been so nice to her, but she knew that wasn't true, that there was a different reason.
Her heartbeat quickened as she silently went down the stairs. Stopping outside the meeting room, she listened. They were talking about her. Yet, even then she could feel the eyes that had watched her for a month. She slipped past the door and outside. Before she could make a step towards the street she heard a familiar voice. "Where do you think you are going," demanded Aoshi.
"My fathers farm," she said hiding her face for she was near tears. Aoshi could tell by the waver in her voice that she was crying. He felt sorry for her.
"How did he die?" he asked in a softer tone.
"I don't know. I think he was murdered." 'And I'm probably next,' she thought.
"Why would you think that?"
She looked up and Aoshi's face softened. "My father told me a couple years back, when I came to live with him, that someone was out for his life." She looked down, but felt a callused hand lift her chin up.
"So you're going for revenge?"
"No! I want answers. I want to know why someone wanted my father dead."
"Then why take your sword," he snapped.
Lara was taken aback. Was this the same man she had just been talking to? "Am I supposed to try to find my fathers murderer unarmed? What if he comes for me?"
Aoshi felt bad about the way he had reacted. "I'm sorry. It just. I thought.I thought you were going to make the same mistake I did."
He seemed uncomfortable. Aoshi Shinomori uncomfortable. Then she remembered what she had heard about a gattling gun and the Oniwaban group and what her father had wrote almost two years ago. "..find someone who makes you happy." 'Someone who makes you happy,' she thought. "I'm sorry I snapped at you," she said as a small smile played at her lips.
He sighed and started back inside. 'Am I in love with her. If I am does she feel the same.'
"You want to come with?" she questioned.
Aoshi turned around his face hard again. He nodded and they started toward the west side of Kyoto. They went a mile outside of Kyoto and Lara turned down a lane. She turned, "Are you coming."
"Your father told me to stay away from here when I was younger."
Lara laughed. "My father is dead and I now own this farm. I give you permission to come on it." 'So this is the boy he talked about. The boy he liked so much. Yet, why did he ban him," she thought, 'there had to be a good reason. Now I'm falling in love with that boy father told me so much about.' "Come on I won't throw you out." It felt so good to finely admit to herself that she was in love with him.
They walked down the lane and a sprawling farm came into view. The mile oval track, the stallion barn, the broodmare barn, the yearling paddock, and the acres of other paddocks greeted them. She sighed as a breeze cooled her off. Even when she lived with her adoptive parents there had been horses. Everyone had said her and horses were kin.
Aoshi looked at Lara. 'She is so pretty. Especially with a smile to light her face,' he thought. For the first time since Misao died he felt alive and happy.
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Princess Mei: Sorry I didn't say anything last chap, but I didn't notice anyone had reviewed until after I updated.
redtiger: Thanx. I believe I will finish unless something happens.
Leila Winters: Yah that's happened to me before.
merlegirl: thanx for reviewing.
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The only reasons I keep updating is because I have nothing better to do and I will be going to Missouri on Sunday and I'll be there for two weeks. Okay now press the review button.
Okay now you can read.
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To Move On
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Ch.3 Permission
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Lara looked down. Sadness had filled her eyes. Hadn't he warned her that someone wanted him dead? She wanted answers. "I'm going to my room," she said quietly as she got up. Aoshi was about to follow her when Kenshin put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
She went to her room and belted her sword. 'Tolma can help me,' she thought. Yet, she felt bad for leaving. She tried to convince herself it was because everyone had been so nice to her, but she knew that wasn't true, that there was a different reason.
Her heartbeat quickened as she silently went down the stairs. Stopping outside the meeting room, she listened. They were talking about her. Yet, even then she could feel the eyes that had watched her for a month. She slipped past the door and outside. Before she could make a step towards the street she heard a familiar voice. "Where do you think you are going," demanded Aoshi.
"My fathers farm," she said hiding her face for she was near tears. Aoshi could tell by the waver in her voice that she was crying. He felt sorry for her.
"How did he die?" he asked in a softer tone.
"I don't know. I think he was murdered." 'And I'm probably next,' she thought.
"Why would you think that?"
She looked up and Aoshi's face softened. "My father told me a couple years back, when I came to live with him, that someone was out for his life." She looked down, but felt a callused hand lift her chin up.
"So you're going for revenge?"
"No! I want answers. I want to know why someone wanted my father dead."
"Then why take your sword," he snapped.
Lara was taken aback. Was this the same man she had just been talking to? "Am I supposed to try to find my fathers murderer unarmed? What if he comes for me?"
Aoshi felt bad about the way he had reacted. "I'm sorry. It just. I thought.I thought you were going to make the same mistake I did."
He seemed uncomfortable. Aoshi Shinomori uncomfortable. Then she remembered what she had heard about a gattling gun and the Oniwaban group and what her father had wrote almost two years ago. "..find someone who makes you happy." 'Someone who makes you happy,' she thought. "I'm sorry I snapped at you," she said as a small smile played at her lips.
He sighed and started back inside. 'Am I in love with her. If I am does she feel the same.'
"You want to come with?" she questioned.
Aoshi turned around his face hard again. He nodded and they started toward the west side of Kyoto. They went a mile outside of Kyoto and Lara turned down a lane. She turned, "Are you coming."
"Your father told me to stay away from here when I was younger."
Lara laughed. "My father is dead and I now own this farm. I give you permission to come on it." 'So this is the boy he talked about. The boy he liked so much. Yet, why did he ban him," she thought, 'there had to be a good reason. Now I'm falling in love with that boy father told me so much about.' "Come on I won't throw you out." It felt so good to finely admit to herself that she was in love with him.
They walked down the lane and a sprawling farm came into view. The mile oval track, the stallion barn, the broodmare barn, the yearling paddock, and the acres of other paddocks greeted them. She sighed as a breeze cooled her off. Even when she lived with her adoptive parents there had been horses. Everyone had said her and horses were kin.
Aoshi looked at Lara. 'She is so pretty. Especially with a smile to light her face,' he thought. For the first time since Misao died he felt alive and happy.
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Princess Mei: Sorry I didn't say anything last chap, but I didn't notice anyone had reviewed until after I updated.
redtiger: Thanx. I believe I will finish unless something happens.
Leila Winters: Yah that's happened to me before.
merlegirl: thanx for reviewing.
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The only reasons I keep updating is because I have nothing better to do and I will be going to Missouri on Sunday and I'll be there for two weeks. Okay now press the review button.
