I dedicate this and the next chapter to she who has pronounced herself my
biggest fan. I am honoured to have a biggest fan, and so she deserves
dedication. But, I do not know her name..Her username is ,
I belive, FemaleBattosaiHittokiri, or is similar. excuse me please If i
have gotten it wrong, I have a horrible memory
By the way, I prefer the next xhapter to this one, because I wrote it first. -------------
It seems so odd to be graced by love, and have it returned too. Forever, I thought my affection was one sided, until he dies, and told me all he had kept bottled up inside of him. There is a feeling of tension running through our home, as if since Megumi kissed him, he is afraid to touch me, in fear of breaking me. I can still conjour the image of him last night, head held in the rain as though he was protecting the dojo from anything horrible that may have wanted to pass through the walls. But now he seems afraid, as if all before had been a dream, and he has woken to a harsh reality which is more a dream than what he had initailly though a spell woven by his sleeping eye. Because, that would have been a wonderful dream, if it had been one. I spend the day thinking about him, catching his glance on my throughout the day, and an edge of worry takes me in its firm grasp.
I pass the day, struggling to pry from him what is wrong, but a distant look in his eyes tells me he hasn't heard me, and as soon as he has finished the laundry for the fourth time, he goes to his room, while I am left to brood upon his rpain and wonder what has caused it, but am unable to stop with my chores, because he was my only help for that day. As it had last night, it rains again, sending me further into my spiral of need for knowledge. I need to know what causes him trouble, but fear asking. The rain beats upon the ground, room, and my head - feeling as though it is being split open by natures cruelest beat - tries to shut out the sound.
I finish with the chores, and walk by his room, taking slow steps, to see his reaction. As I pass, I think no one is in, until a faint moan echoes into my ears, ripping my heart in two, and feeling worried, I return to his room, feeling worry uncomprehendable to those who never have felt it. I look in upon him, sitting like a glass doll on his floor, gaze flickering toward me, focused for the first time today, as I like his room with a lamp, tossing away the shadows he had been consumed by moments before. I sit beside him, looking into the lavender eyes so strained with a mix of emotion, wishing I could do something more than stare. "I love you Kenshin."
The confusion hastily leaves his eyes, and with truth he mutters in his beautiful voice, "I love you too, Miss Kaoru, that I do.." He looks momentarily shocked, but the look disovles as soon as my arms are around him, and i entangle my lips in his, his tongue moving accross my lips and into my mouth in a fluid motion as he rocks back and forth slightly, touching my tongue with his before letting it leave to find a new place of my mouth, his having a nice taste, like very faded saki.
His hand travels with ease from my shoulder to my neck, fingertips holding their place. I feel I must tell him it's time for dinner, and pull away, taking a breath before giving him the message, hoping he'll join me. I stand, not wanting to go, and he stands also, -wiping a tear upon my cheek I hadn't known had been there before either of us move- taking me again in his arms, hunger in his fresh kiss, and his tongue is in my mouth again, and I allow it, touching mine to his, not knowing what else to do.
----------- Want to have a dedication to you? If you submit ideas for the chapters following these, and I use the idea, I'll dedicate the chapters to you.
By the way, I prefer the next xhapter to this one, because I wrote it first. -------------
It seems so odd to be graced by love, and have it returned too. Forever, I thought my affection was one sided, until he dies, and told me all he had kept bottled up inside of him. There is a feeling of tension running through our home, as if since Megumi kissed him, he is afraid to touch me, in fear of breaking me. I can still conjour the image of him last night, head held in the rain as though he was protecting the dojo from anything horrible that may have wanted to pass through the walls. But now he seems afraid, as if all before had been a dream, and he has woken to a harsh reality which is more a dream than what he had initailly though a spell woven by his sleeping eye. Because, that would have been a wonderful dream, if it had been one. I spend the day thinking about him, catching his glance on my throughout the day, and an edge of worry takes me in its firm grasp.
I pass the day, struggling to pry from him what is wrong, but a distant look in his eyes tells me he hasn't heard me, and as soon as he has finished the laundry for the fourth time, he goes to his room, while I am left to brood upon his rpain and wonder what has caused it, but am unable to stop with my chores, because he was my only help for that day. As it had last night, it rains again, sending me further into my spiral of need for knowledge. I need to know what causes him trouble, but fear asking. The rain beats upon the ground, room, and my head - feeling as though it is being split open by natures cruelest beat - tries to shut out the sound.
I finish with the chores, and walk by his room, taking slow steps, to see his reaction. As I pass, I think no one is in, until a faint moan echoes into my ears, ripping my heart in two, and feeling worried, I return to his room, feeling worry uncomprehendable to those who never have felt it. I look in upon him, sitting like a glass doll on his floor, gaze flickering toward me, focused for the first time today, as I like his room with a lamp, tossing away the shadows he had been consumed by moments before. I sit beside him, looking into the lavender eyes so strained with a mix of emotion, wishing I could do something more than stare. "I love you Kenshin."
The confusion hastily leaves his eyes, and with truth he mutters in his beautiful voice, "I love you too, Miss Kaoru, that I do.." He looks momentarily shocked, but the look disovles as soon as my arms are around him, and i entangle my lips in his, his tongue moving accross my lips and into my mouth in a fluid motion as he rocks back and forth slightly, touching my tongue with his before letting it leave to find a new place of my mouth, his having a nice taste, like very faded saki.
His hand travels with ease from my shoulder to my neck, fingertips holding their place. I feel I must tell him it's time for dinner, and pull away, taking a breath before giving him the message, hoping he'll join me. I stand, not wanting to go, and he stands also, -wiping a tear upon my cheek I hadn't known had been there before either of us move- taking me again in his arms, hunger in his fresh kiss, and his tongue is in my mouth again, and I allow it, touching mine to his, not knowing what else to do.
----------- Want to have a dedication to you? If you submit ideas for the chapters following these, and I use the idea, I'll dedicate the chapters to you.