Ch. 2
A/N: I am sorry if Tomoe is a little more 'strong willed' in this, but if
you have read the manga she did EVERYTHING in the house, I think that she
needs to take a break.
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"Kenshin!"
He was leaning against the wall, very comfortable. He opened his eyes from the faint sleep he was in and looked up at the woman that he was married to, who was standing outside the doorway. She did not look too happy. Her hands were on her hips and she looked very grungy from housework. She had a bandanna around her head and looked at him as if he was useless. She was carrying a broom, and from the looks of it, it looked as if she was about to hit him periodically with it. However, she would not dare do that.
He straitened his back and sat up. His eyes saying everything he needed to say, which was: What do you want? Alternatively: Why are you here? She walked towards him and said, "I thought I asked you to clean up Kianu's room?"
He looked at her and said, "Men don't do house work." She gawked at him. She could not argue with that. However, she was doing so much work around the house. Moreover, there was not much to clean up in Kianu's room. Sometimes she felt that she was being taken advantage of.
"Well, you could do something for your son," she said in a bit of a snobbish voice. She was tired, and she really did not need any of this. It is bad enough that she to cook dinner later on in the day. Kenshin cannot expect her to do everything!
"What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I am not a good father?" he said standing up and walking toward the crib, looking down at his son.
"I could be," Tomoe said, walking towards Kenshin to join him to also gaze at their son. She put the palms of her hands on the cage of the crib.
"O really?" He said, looking at her with a bit of a glare, "Tell me, what do you do that makes you the better parent?" Tomoe gave a smile; she could not wait to give him the list.
"I am there for him when he calls," she clapped her hands together, "I change him, which is such a delight, I clean him, I brought him upon this planet, which you only helped do," she said giving him an eye saying that gets some credit, "I put him to sleep every night, and I feed him!" She put her hands on her hips, hoping that she finally proved her point. Kenshin only grinned.
"You can't exactly expect me to feed him, can you? Since well-" he could not help but chuckle. Tomoe could not believe that he was not taking her seriously.
"That is not funny!" She said, trying not to raise her voice. His grin faded and he said, "I apologize, but really, I have other things to do."
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He awoke from the daydream. Remembering how he treated Tomoe. How she could have been mistaken for a slave. He did love her, dearly, but he could not help but feel as if he had taken advantage of her. That is one of the reasons why he does so much housework, to work his back off to the point that it snaps as Tomoe did for him.
Speaking of work, he was doing the laundry now; since he was the only that knew how to fold things without being wrinkled. He took one of Yahiko's shirts and hung it up on the clothe line. He sighed; sometime today, he would have to visit the Zekizuki residence since that was where Kianu lived. From what he knew, Mr. Zekizuki was a lawyer and Mrs. Zekizuki was doctor. She delivered Kianu also.
He did not know how he was going to confront Kianu. Did he already know that he was adopted? He did not know, either way, this would shock the seven year old.
"HEY! STOP THAT!" he heard Misao. Kenshin stopped doing the laundry, and ran to where he heard the noise. He ran to the front of the house and saw Misao yelling at a young girl around the age of twelve. Misao started to shake the young girl who had brown hair, and Kenshin could not tell what her eye color was. He covered his ears as Misao screamed, "YOU DON'T DO THOSE KIND TO LITTLE BOYS!" Kenshin looked to the side and saw a young boy who was pulling at Misao's kimono, "She can do that! She is my siswa!" Misao looked at the little boy, dropped the girl, and stared at him.
"She is your what?" She knelt down so she was about his height but a bit higher and raised an eyebrow.
"My siswa!" He said stomping his foot. Seeming very aggravated that Misao did not understand what he was saying.
"Toshi! You pronounce it SIS-TER! Sister!" cried the young girl who obviously was his older sister.
"Well, I like the word 'siswa' better! It sounds wavier," cried the boy who had the name of Toshi, who turned around crossing his arms, very mad at his sister for whatever she had done to him.
"Wavier? That doesn't even make sense!"
"Line! (Pronounced: Lee-nay, my keyboard won't let me put accent marks) I'm 7 years old! How big of a vocabulary do you think that I have?"
"What? Now you are mad?" Misao said, "You just said a minute ago that she could do those kinda things." The little boy looked at her and gave her a pathetic look, "I said that so you would let her go! I don't want'cha to kill my sister!" Misao looked very offended by this, "I was not going to kill your sister! She shouldn't be pushin' you around like that!"
Kenshin took a few steps closer to get a good look at the little boy. He only prayed that it was not whom he thought it was, otherwise, there really was a thing as fate! The little boy had wild red hair that stuck out in all sorts of directions, and big purple eyes that just shone with expression! Kenshin was not even going to question this. He was not even going to deny it. If he did, he would feel disgusted with himself. That was him. That was 'Kianu'.
His son.
Kenshin gave a faint grin at him; it was neither a sad grin nor a happy grin. He looked so precious; Kenshin could hardly believe that he was responsible for his being. He shut his eyes tightly, and walked inside, he did not need to look at him. For he felt as he did not deserve even the sight of him.
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Misao brought up a conversation about what has happened today at dinner. She was saying how the poor little boy was such a snot to her when she was trying to help him, and just continued mumbling things to herself. Kenshin did not eat much on his plate, he just swirled his soup around.
"You know Kenshin," Misao started out, snapping out of mumbling things to herself, "That little boy, umm, Toshi I think it was, anyway, he looked a lot like you." Kenshin looked up at Misao and said, "Well this world was always filled with odd coincidences," he said it quite bluntly and set his chopsticks down.
"Toshi?" Sano said, with his mouth full, "Toshi Zekizuki?" Kenshin looked at him wide eyes and Misao said, "I don' know what his last name was, but I know that he had a sister named Line."
Sano shook his head, swallowed, and said, "Yeah, that's the little squirt, I know him, I used to date his older sister Shori, actually, and I dated all of his sisters, except for Lazara, Kairi, Line and Sanji. But the other five. hee hee hee," Sano had a very dirty look on his face, and then Kaoru slapped him in the face and said, "That is nine sisters!"
Sano rubbed his cheek and said, "Well, MISSY, his parents are old! Geez! You didn't need to hit me!"
Misao ignored the bickering two and looked at Kenshin, "And he looked as if he could pass as your little brother! I mean seriously, is he your son or something?"
Kenshin stared at her and said, "I don't have a son."
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Denial, Kenshin thought, I am denying him like a lie! He spun around once to try and get rid of his light head. He began to walk around his room holding his head. He was never meant to be a father. He sighed as he sat upon his futon. He has always felt, as he was responsible for other lives. However, not like this, he created this child, or was in the process, and he knew that this child was never meant to be his own.
He remembered the day he held Kianu in his arms, he did not want to put him down, the child gave him some hope that he really was a good person. Even when he was Battousai. When he gave him away, it was like giving away half of himself. When he was Battousai, he never would have thought that he would have been so attached to a baby.
He laid down on his futon and looked up at the ceiling. This was absurd, he should not be thinking about something that he did not own. However, all people become envious.
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A/N: There you go, liked it, I hope so. I wasn't going to put Toshi in until chapter 3 but I didn't have anything else to write in two. And I know that it doesn't make sense that Toshi is seven and Kenshin is like twenty- nine (O no! WHY SO OLD ^0^*) but it is a lot cuter and funner to write when they are younger, there is more to write with him younger. So just kinda pretend that he was 21 when he was Battousai, I definitley know that that is not how old he was, but it is a fanfic, and usually anything goes. And also because I have a killer ending. God, I am going to be flamed with my ending.
Anyways:
Lots o' smiles ^_^ CTC!!
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"Kenshin!"
He was leaning against the wall, very comfortable. He opened his eyes from the faint sleep he was in and looked up at the woman that he was married to, who was standing outside the doorway. She did not look too happy. Her hands were on her hips and she looked very grungy from housework. She had a bandanna around her head and looked at him as if he was useless. She was carrying a broom, and from the looks of it, it looked as if she was about to hit him periodically with it. However, she would not dare do that.
He straitened his back and sat up. His eyes saying everything he needed to say, which was: What do you want? Alternatively: Why are you here? She walked towards him and said, "I thought I asked you to clean up Kianu's room?"
He looked at her and said, "Men don't do house work." She gawked at him. She could not argue with that. However, she was doing so much work around the house. Moreover, there was not much to clean up in Kianu's room. Sometimes she felt that she was being taken advantage of.
"Well, you could do something for your son," she said in a bit of a snobbish voice. She was tired, and she really did not need any of this. It is bad enough that she to cook dinner later on in the day. Kenshin cannot expect her to do everything!
"What is that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I am not a good father?" he said standing up and walking toward the crib, looking down at his son.
"I could be," Tomoe said, walking towards Kenshin to join him to also gaze at their son. She put the palms of her hands on the cage of the crib.
"O really?" He said, looking at her with a bit of a glare, "Tell me, what do you do that makes you the better parent?" Tomoe gave a smile; she could not wait to give him the list.
"I am there for him when he calls," she clapped her hands together, "I change him, which is such a delight, I clean him, I brought him upon this planet, which you only helped do," she said giving him an eye saying that gets some credit, "I put him to sleep every night, and I feed him!" She put her hands on her hips, hoping that she finally proved her point. Kenshin only grinned.
"You can't exactly expect me to feed him, can you? Since well-" he could not help but chuckle. Tomoe could not believe that he was not taking her seriously.
"That is not funny!" She said, trying not to raise her voice. His grin faded and he said, "I apologize, but really, I have other things to do."
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He awoke from the daydream. Remembering how he treated Tomoe. How she could have been mistaken for a slave. He did love her, dearly, but he could not help but feel as if he had taken advantage of her. That is one of the reasons why he does so much housework, to work his back off to the point that it snaps as Tomoe did for him.
Speaking of work, he was doing the laundry now; since he was the only that knew how to fold things without being wrinkled. He took one of Yahiko's shirts and hung it up on the clothe line. He sighed; sometime today, he would have to visit the Zekizuki residence since that was where Kianu lived. From what he knew, Mr. Zekizuki was a lawyer and Mrs. Zekizuki was doctor. She delivered Kianu also.
He did not know how he was going to confront Kianu. Did he already know that he was adopted? He did not know, either way, this would shock the seven year old.
"HEY! STOP THAT!" he heard Misao. Kenshin stopped doing the laundry, and ran to where he heard the noise. He ran to the front of the house and saw Misao yelling at a young girl around the age of twelve. Misao started to shake the young girl who had brown hair, and Kenshin could not tell what her eye color was. He covered his ears as Misao screamed, "YOU DON'T DO THOSE KIND TO LITTLE BOYS!" Kenshin looked to the side and saw a young boy who was pulling at Misao's kimono, "She can do that! She is my siswa!" Misao looked at the little boy, dropped the girl, and stared at him.
"She is your what?" She knelt down so she was about his height but a bit higher and raised an eyebrow.
"My siswa!" He said stomping his foot. Seeming very aggravated that Misao did not understand what he was saying.
"Toshi! You pronounce it SIS-TER! Sister!" cried the young girl who obviously was his older sister.
"Well, I like the word 'siswa' better! It sounds wavier," cried the boy who had the name of Toshi, who turned around crossing his arms, very mad at his sister for whatever she had done to him.
"Wavier? That doesn't even make sense!"
"Line! (Pronounced: Lee-nay, my keyboard won't let me put accent marks) I'm 7 years old! How big of a vocabulary do you think that I have?"
"What? Now you are mad?" Misao said, "You just said a minute ago that she could do those kinda things." The little boy looked at her and gave her a pathetic look, "I said that so you would let her go! I don't want'cha to kill my sister!" Misao looked very offended by this, "I was not going to kill your sister! She shouldn't be pushin' you around like that!"
Kenshin took a few steps closer to get a good look at the little boy. He only prayed that it was not whom he thought it was, otherwise, there really was a thing as fate! The little boy had wild red hair that stuck out in all sorts of directions, and big purple eyes that just shone with expression! Kenshin was not even going to question this. He was not even going to deny it. If he did, he would feel disgusted with himself. That was him. That was 'Kianu'.
His son.
Kenshin gave a faint grin at him; it was neither a sad grin nor a happy grin. He looked so precious; Kenshin could hardly believe that he was responsible for his being. He shut his eyes tightly, and walked inside, he did not need to look at him. For he felt as he did not deserve even the sight of him.
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Misao brought up a conversation about what has happened today at dinner. She was saying how the poor little boy was such a snot to her when she was trying to help him, and just continued mumbling things to herself. Kenshin did not eat much on his plate, he just swirled his soup around.
"You know Kenshin," Misao started out, snapping out of mumbling things to herself, "That little boy, umm, Toshi I think it was, anyway, he looked a lot like you." Kenshin looked up at Misao and said, "Well this world was always filled with odd coincidences," he said it quite bluntly and set his chopsticks down.
"Toshi?" Sano said, with his mouth full, "Toshi Zekizuki?" Kenshin looked at him wide eyes and Misao said, "I don' know what his last name was, but I know that he had a sister named Line."
Sano shook his head, swallowed, and said, "Yeah, that's the little squirt, I know him, I used to date his older sister Shori, actually, and I dated all of his sisters, except for Lazara, Kairi, Line and Sanji. But the other five. hee hee hee," Sano had a very dirty look on his face, and then Kaoru slapped him in the face and said, "That is nine sisters!"
Sano rubbed his cheek and said, "Well, MISSY, his parents are old! Geez! You didn't need to hit me!"
Misao ignored the bickering two and looked at Kenshin, "And he looked as if he could pass as your little brother! I mean seriously, is he your son or something?"
Kenshin stared at her and said, "I don't have a son."
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Denial, Kenshin thought, I am denying him like a lie! He spun around once to try and get rid of his light head. He began to walk around his room holding his head. He was never meant to be a father. He sighed as he sat upon his futon. He has always felt, as he was responsible for other lives. However, not like this, he created this child, or was in the process, and he knew that this child was never meant to be his own.
He remembered the day he held Kianu in his arms, he did not want to put him down, the child gave him some hope that he really was a good person. Even when he was Battousai. When he gave him away, it was like giving away half of himself. When he was Battousai, he never would have thought that he would have been so attached to a baby.
He laid down on his futon and looked up at the ceiling. This was absurd, he should not be thinking about something that he did not own. However, all people become envious.
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A/N: There you go, liked it, I hope so. I wasn't going to put Toshi in until chapter 3 but I didn't have anything else to write in two. And I know that it doesn't make sense that Toshi is seven and Kenshin is like twenty- nine (O no! WHY SO OLD ^0^*) but it is a lot cuter and funner to write when they are younger, there is more to write with him younger. So just kinda pretend that he was 21 when he was Battousai, I definitley know that that is not how old he was, but it is a fanfic, and usually anything goes. And also because I have a killer ending. God, I am going to be flamed with my ending.
Anyways:
Lots o' smiles ^_^ CTC!!