Thank you to all my reviewers! I forgot to say that last chapter! Anyway,
this happens to be the only story I'm continuing right now (other than
Death of the HamHams, and that's not a story more than a scapegoat when I'm
frustrated) because I don't have the time, what with track and school. My
teachers give us about four hours of homework each night. By the time I
finished, I eat, watch about fifteen minutes of T.V., then I'm ready to go
to sleep. I know it's bad compared to some people, but on days I have to
stay at school for track, those are HORRIBLE. So bear with me folks, I'm
still getting my life in order.
Chapter 3: The Himura's House Guest
Kaoru smiled with glee; the dinner date of the previous night had gone smoothly as ever, except for a few awkward moments, and the toddler was expected to arrive at their doorstep at any moment.
That wasn't what made her happy though, other than the fact that her 'husband' hadn't killed or fatally injured her friends because he found them annoying (she know she id at tiems); sure she loved her adoptive niece, but something else made her happy.
~At the end of the evening.~
Kenshin was waiting in the car for his wife while she chatted idly with her friends; or so he thought.
"Was that so bad?" Kaoru scolded a sulking Aoshi.
"I suppose not." He finally sighed, knowing that if he didn't agree with them, they'd relentlessly call him 'icicle' for the rest of the night. "It could have been better."
"But am I right or am I right?" Kaoru beamed proudly.
"What are you talking about, Kaoru?" Misao asked in confusion, fingers entwined with her husband's.
"I MEAN, doesn't Himura seem totally peaceful? When I met him, I couldn't believe that that man could possibly have hurt a fly. He's so quiet." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Kaoru, just because the man is quiet doesn't mean he doesn't go on- like a hunt- after you go to sleep." Misao sighed. "It could all be an act, and that's why Saitoh-san is not giving you your annulment."
"Fine, don't believe me, but could you at least back me up next time I confront Saitoh-san?" Kaoru said impatiently; she didn't want Kenshin to wait too long. Though he was generally peaceful, he still had a streak.
"Oh alright." Misao gave in. "Look, I'll bring Aiko over sometime tomorrow afternoon; BE THERE. All her stuff is coming with." She called over her shoulder as Aoshi impatiently lead her over to their own car.
"Okay!" Kaoru waved.
'Finally, maybe that jackass will believe more than two people if not MY word AND two years of extensive research and observation.' Kaoru was pulled out of her thoughts when the bell rang. Hopping up from her comfortable position, she opened the door, expecting to see Misao holding a restless Aiko and balancing four or five bags, she was surprised to see Yahiko and Sano's girlfriend, Megumi. "Oh, hey guys." She blinked in confusion. Looking closer, she saw that Megumi had a fistful of the back of Yahiko's shirt in her fist, a very pissed off expression on her face. "Something the matter, Megumi?"
Pushing him roughly into the doorway, Megumi glared at Kaoru. "He's your brother; deal with him." She brushed past Kaoru and stood in the middle of the foyer.
"Megumi, were you working?" Kaoru asked, noticing her scrubs, jacket and stethoscope draped across her shoulders.
"Yes." She replied in a clipped and icy tone. "Sano brought him to the hospital, and left him in my office. He got ALL his germs all over my sterile supplies and scuffmarks on my desk. I'm too busy saving lives to deal with the adolescent horror. He's your brother; deal." She snapped.
Kaoru shot Yahiko at glare, at which he shot back. "How was I supposed to know they were sterile? Shouldn't they be sitting in a lab somewhere instead of on your desk, begging to be touched? And about the desk thing; my feet were killing me, what did you expect me to do?!" Yahiko said angrily in defense of himself.
Noticing the more than deadly glare Megumi was sending Yahiko's way she said, "You. In the kitchen. Do something productive." Yahiko knew she was simply trying to protect him and did what she asked, instead of protesting as usual.
Megumi chuckled sardonically. "If marrying into this family means I have to put up with him, I'm getting a NEW boyfriend!!" she yelled and sulked out the house, leaving Kaoru a little freaked out. She could hear her muttering something about 'How does Himura do it? HOW?!"
"Well that was weird." Kaoru shrugged and was about to close the door when..
"OI!! Are you just gonna close the door in our faces?" An angry voice cried. Kaoru turned around to see Misao; Aiko in arms and four bags resting by her feet.
"Oh! I'm sorry Misao! I didn't even see you!" Kaoru apologized and helped her friend into the house.
"Yeah, no kidding." Misao muttered sarcastically.
Just then, Yahiko walked into the foyer holding a plastic bag of what appeared to asparagus. "Oi, busu. What the hell-" Upon seeing Misao, however, he stopped talking.
"Oh great." Misao muttered. Yahiko enjoyed annoying her to no end as well, just like he did his sister. "Hello, Yahiko. Long time no see." She said politely, mentally preparing herself for whatever sly and rude comment he would say.
"Yeah, yeah. Long time no see, weasel girl." Yahiko smirked crudely. "Is that the mini-weasel?" he asked playfully pointing to Aiko, whom Misao had set on the floor.
"Don't make me hurt you little boy." Misao snapped as she stood to her full 4'11 height; Yahiko beat her by about 7 inches though.
"Okay, okay, Break it up guys!" Kaoru intervened before things got ugly. "And Yahiko, watch your dirty little mouth; we've got virgin ears here now."
"Yeah, whatever." Yahiko muttered and stalked away.
"Okay, Kaoru. All her food's in that bag. Her clothes are in that bag. Her bottles, diapers and baby wipes are in that bag." Misao said, indicating all the different bags.
"What's that one for, though?" Kaoru asked, pointing to the last bag. 'Probably something stupid like.'
"Tapes and coloring books." Misao said absently while digging in her purse for something.
"TAPES AND COLORING BOOKS?!?!" Kaoru's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
"Yup." Misao replied.
"But Misao, that thing is HUGE!!"
"So?" Misao asked as if there was nothing wrong with a seventy-pound suitcase full of coloring books, crayons and videotapes. "Found it!" she called triumphantly. It was an index cards with multiple phone numbers on it. "I wrote down my cell phone, hotel number and room. And in case you can't reach me, I wrote Aoshi's cell and a different number he said you could catch him on. I dunno what it is, but call it anywayz if something comes up and I'm unavailable." She shoved the index card into Kaoru's outstretched hand. Stooping down so that she was eye-level with her daughter, she hugged her tightly. "Mommy's going to leave now but she'll be back as soon as she can. In the meantime, you'll be with Auntie Kaoru. Now have fun, but be good and don't give her any grief, okay?" Misao said.
Kaoru doubted Aiko understood half of what she was saying because the baby just looked back at her mother blankly. Dropping a kiss on Aiko's forehead, Misao stood up straight to address Kaoru. "Like I said, all her stuff is in these bags. When she gets restless, pop in a tape and she'll be fine. I brought all her favorites."
"She has fifty favorites?" Kaoru asked sarcastically.
"Oh shutup." Misao rolled her eyes. "Call if you need anything, and Aoshi said to keep her away from Himura as much as possible." Misao instructed as Kaoru pushed her out the door. "Bye, sweetie!" she waved to Aiko, who waved back before Kaoru shut the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Yukishiro Enishi was very interested in meeting the man who would help him exact revenge upon the person who killed his sister. When his teacher had come to him about it, he was rather uninterested..
-Flashback-
"I am going to meet an old accomplice tomorrow evening." Keitaro announced. Enishi looked up at him from the book he was reading, but said nothing. "I was thinking that you should come with me."
"Why?" Enishi asked.
"Because this is one accomplice who might be able to help you." Keitaro smirked, knowing that his pupil's interest would not be sparked easily. "Have I ever told you WHAT I did with my life before you came to me?"
"No." Enishi finally closed his book. His master was unusually talkative tonight.
"I used to work in the company of Makoto Shishio. We were both assassins for an underground government, of sorts. We eliminated people who became too talkative of our organization or those who planned to revolt; back then, they were planning to take over the government from the inside. Shishio-san and I, of course, were interested in the killing part; we had no interest in diplomacy or revolts.
"During one particular job, we ran into a particular assassin who had been hired to protect our target. He was a legendary fighter; I'm sure you're familiar with him."
"Well what was his name?" Enishi cut in irately. He was ready to get to the relative part.
"The legendary Hitokiri Battoussai." Keitaro said quietly. Enishi stiffened immensely at the mention of that name; it had been a name he had wanted to forget. "That night, he used our techniques against us. In the end, I was crippled for life and Shishio-san was burnt beyond recognition.
"I know that you happen to have a vendetta against Battoussai; I believe you'll find this meeting most interesting."
-End Flashback-
"Master Shishio will be here shortly." The young man called Seta Soujiro smield and bowed at his guests.
"That one.. He is curious." Keitaro mused when the boy had left. "His smile never falters and is at times sardonic and mocking, but his ki is completely at rest. Shishio-san would never keep someone like him around. He must be a powerful fighter."
Enishi, however, wasn't listening to his teacher's thoughts, too wrapped up in what could happen in the very near future.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Shishio took his time walking towards his study. The mansion was unnervingly quiet, only his footsteps making noise. Curling his hand into a tight fist, Shishio closed his eyes and could only remember the days when he hadn't had to worry about the burden of those damned bandages. Battoussai had done his share of damage, but now he would do his.
(Long enough? Oh heck, I'll just add more. I'm feelin' pretty nice.)
Kenshin groaned as he walked into his brightly lit house. "Tadaima!" he called through the house.
"In here, Kenshin!" he heard his wife's voice from inside the den. Kenshin took off his coat and set his keys on the table in the center of the foyer and walked into the den. Looking over the edge of the couch, he saw Kaoru sitting on the floor, Indian style, playing with a toddler.
"I see we have a house guest!" Kenshin smiled warmly and walked around the couch, kneeling down next to his wife.
"Yup!" Kaoru beamed as Aiko babbled to nobody in particular. Her senses pricked up when she saw Aiko staring at her husband. 'Aohi said to keep her away from him. Well, screw him.' "This is Aiko. Aiko, this is Uncle Kenshin."
'Uncle?' Kenshin thought, perplexed. "She takes after her mother, that she does." He commented as he noticed the one-year-old staring at him with wide eyes. "Charmed, Aiko-chan."
Done..I guess. Well, sorry this took so darn long. I'm so wiped. I'm getting straight Bs, and then here comes my stupid adv. Algebra teacher, failing me. And I've got all these stupid cross country meets (I'm not even a distance runner, I'm a sprinter!) that poop me out at the end of the day. Well, if anyone, ESPECIALLY Enishi is OOC, tell me. I'm also looking for a couple of folks to be in my story as bad guys. If you have no prob being a terrible, evil bad guy, email me at inuaddict@yahoo.com, happiness_deprived@yahoo.com or icebaby803@yahoo.com. Anyway, drop me a review plz!!
Chapter 3: The Himura's House Guest
Kaoru smiled with glee; the dinner date of the previous night had gone smoothly as ever, except for a few awkward moments, and the toddler was expected to arrive at their doorstep at any moment.
That wasn't what made her happy though, other than the fact that her 'husband' hadn't killed or fatally injured her friends because he found them annoying (she know she id at tiems); sure she loved her adoptive niece, but something else made her happy.
~At the end of the evening.~
Kenshin was waiting in the car for his wife while she chatted idly with her friends; or so he thought.
"Was that so bad?" Kaoru scolded a sulking Aoshi.
"I suppose not." He finally sighed, knowing that if he didn't agree with them, they'd relentlessly call him 'icicle' for the rest of the night. "It could have been better."
"But am I right or am I right?" Kaoru beamed proudly.
"What are you talking about, Kaoru?" Misao asked in confusion, fingers entwined with her husband's.
"I MEAN, doesn't Himura seem totally peaceful? When I met him, I couldn't believe that that man could possibly have hurt a fly. He's so quiet." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Kaoru, just because the man is quiet doesn't mean he doesn't go on- like a hunt- after you go to sleep." Misao sighed. "It could all be an act, and that's why Saitoh-san is not giving you your annulment."
"Fine, don't believe me, but could you at least back me up next time I confront Saitoh-san?" Kaoru said impatiently; she didn't want Kenshin to wait too long. Though he was generally peaceful, he still had a streak.
"Oh alright." Misao gave in. "Look, I'll bring Aiko over sometime tomorrow afternoon; BE THERE. All her stuff is coming with." She called over her shoulder as Aoshi impatiently lead her over to their own car.
"Okay!" Kaoru waved.
'Finally, maybe that jackass will believe more than two people if not MY word AND two years of extensive research and observation.' Kaoru was pulled out of her thoughts when the bell rang. Hopping up from her comfortable position, she opened the door, expecting to see Misao holding a restless Aiko and balancing four or five bags, she was surprised to see Yahiko and Sano's girlfriend, Megumi. "Oh, hey guys." She blinked in confusion. Looking closer, she saw that Megumi had a fistful of the back of Yahiko's shirt in her fist, a very pissed off expression on her face. "Something the matter, Megumi?"
Pushing him roughly into the doorway, Megumi glared at Kaoru. "He's your brother; deal with him." She brushed past Kaoru and stood in the middle of the foyer.
"Megumi, were you working?" Kaoru asked, noticing her scrubs, jacket and stethoscope draped across her shoulders.
"Yes." She replied in a clipped and icy tone. "Sano brought him to the hospital, and left him in my office. He got ALL his germs all over my sterile supplies and scuffmarks on my desk. I'm too busy saving lives to deal with the adolescent horror. He's your brother; deal." She snapped.
Kaoru shot Yahiko at glare, at which he shot back. "How was I supposed to know they were sterile? Shouldn't they be sitting in a lab somewhere instead of on your desk, begging to be touched? And about the desk thing; my feet were killing me, what did you expect me to do?!" Yahiko said angrily in defense of himself.
Noticing the more than deadly glare Megumi was sending Yahiko's way she said, "You. In the kitchen. Do something productive." Yahiko knew she was simply trying to protect him and did what she asked, instead of protesting as usual.
Megumi chuckled sardonically. "If marrying into this family means I have to put up with him, I'm getting a NEW boyfriend!!" she yelled and sulked out the house, leaving Kaoru a little freaked out. She could hear her muttering something about 'How does Himura do it? HOW?!"
"Well that was weird." Kaoru shrugged and was about to close the door when..
"OI!! Are you just gonna close the door in our faces?" An angry voice cried. Kaoru turned around to see Misao; Aiko in arms and four bags resting by her feet.
"Oh! I'm sorry Misao! I didn't even see you!" Kaoru apologized and helped her friend into the house.
"Yeah, no kidding." Misao muttered sarcastically.
Just then, Yahiko walked into the foyer holding a plastic bag of what appeared to asparagus. "Oi, busu. What the hell-" Upon seeing Misao, however, he stopped talking.
"Oh great." Misao muttered. Yahiko enjoyed annoying her to no end as well, just like he did his sister. "Hello, Yahiko. Long time no see." She said politely, mentally preparing herself for whatever sly and rude comment he would say.
"Yeah, yeah. Long time no see, weasel girl." Yahiko smirked crudely. "Is that the mini-weasel?" he asked playfully pointing to Aiko, whom Misao had set on the floor.
"Don't make me hurt you little boy." Misao snapped as she stood to her full 4'11 height; Yahiko beat her by about 7 inches though.
"Okay, okay, Break it up guys!" Kaoru intervened before things got ugly. "And Yahiko, watch your dirty little mouth; we've got virgin ears here now."
"Yeah, whatever." Yahiko muttered and stalked away.
"Okay, Kaoru. All her food's in that bag. Her clothes are in that bag. Her bottles, diapers and baby wipes are in that bag." Misao said, indicating all the different bags.
"What's that one for, though?" Kaoru asked, pointing to the last bag. 'Probably something stupid like.'
"Tapes and coloring books." Misao said absently while digging in her purse for something.
"TAPES AND COLORING BOOKS?!?!" Kaoru's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
"Yup." Misao replied.
"But Misao, that thing is HUGE!!"
"So?" Misao asked as if there was nothing wrong with a seventy-pound suitcase full of coloring books, crayons and videotapes. "Found it!" she called triumphantly. It was an index cards with multiple phone numbers on it. "I wrote down my cell phone, hotel number and room. And in case you can't reach me, I wrote Aoshi's cell and a different number he said you could catch him on. I dunno what it is, but call it anywayz if something comes up and I'm unavailable." She shoved the index card into Kaoru's outstretched hand. Stooping down so that she was eye-level with her daughter, she hugged her tightly. "Mommy's going to leave now but she'll be back as soon as she can. In the meantime, you'll be with Auntie Kaoru. Now have fun, but be good and don't give her any grief, okay?" Misao said.
Kaoru doubted Aiko understood half of what she was saying because the baby just looked back at her mother blankly. Dropping a kiss on Aiko's forehead, Misao stood up straight to address Kaoru. "Like I said, all her stuff is in these bags. When she gets restless, pop in a tape and she'll be fine. I brought all her favorites."
"She has fifty favorites?" Kaoru asked sarcastically.
"Oh shutup." Misao rolled her eyes. "Call if you need anything, and Aoshi said to keep her away from Himura as much as possible." Misao instructed as Kaoru pushed her out the door. "Bye, sweetie!" she waved to Aiko, who waved back before Kaoru shut the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Yukishiro Enishi was very interested in meeting the man who would help him exact revenge upon the person who killed his sister. When his teacher had come to him about it, he was rather uninterested..
-Flashback-
"I am going to meet an old accomplice tomorrow evening." Keitaro announced. Enishi looked up at him from the book he was reading, but said nothing. "I was thinking that you should come with me."
"Why?" Enishi asked.
"Because this is one accomplice who might be able to help you." Keitaro smirked, knowing that his pupil's interest would not be sparked easily. "Have I ever told you WHAT I did with my life before you came to me?"
"No." Enishi finally closed his book. His master was unusually talkative tonight.
"I used to work in the company of Makoto Shishio. We were both assassins for an underground government, of sorts. We eliminated people who became too talkative of our organization or those who planned to revolt; back then, they were planning to take over the government from the inside. Shishio-san and I, of course, were interested in the killing part; we had no interest in diplomacy or revolts.
"During one particular job, we ran into a particular assassin who had been hired to protect our target. He was a legendary fighter; I'm sure you're familiar with him."
"Well what was his name?" Enishi cut in irately. He was ready to get to the relative part.
"The legendary Hitokiri Battoussai." Keitaro said quietly. Enishi stiffened immensely at the mention of that name; it had been a name he had wanted to forget. "That night, he used our techniques against us. In the end, I was crippled for life and Shishio-san was burnt beyond recognition.
"I know that you happen to have a vendetta against Battoussai; I believe you'll find this meeting most interesting."
-End Flashback-
"Master Shishio will be here shortly." The young man called Seta Soujiro smield and bowed at his guests.
"That one.. He is curious." Keitaro mused when the boy had left. "His smile never falters and is at times sardonic and mocking, but his ki is completely at rest. Shishio-san would never keep someone like him around. He must be a powerful fighter."
Enishi, however, wasn't listening to his teacher's thoughts, too wrapped up in what could happen in the very near future.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Shishio took his time walking towards his study. The mansion was unnervingly quiet, only his footsteps making noise. Curling his hand into a tight fist, Shishio closed his eyes and could only remember the days when he hadn't had to worry about the burden of those damned bandages. Battoussai had done his share of damage, but now he would do his.
(Long enough? Oh heck, I'll just add more. I'm feelin' pretty nice.)
Kenshin groaned as he walked into his brightly lit house. "Tadaima!" he called through the house.
"In here, Kenshin!" he heard his wife's voice from inside the den. Kenshin took off his coat and set his keys on the table in the center of the foyer and walked into the den. Looking over the edge of the couch, he saw Kaoru sitting on the floor, Indian style, playing with a toddler.
"I see we have a house guest!" Kenshin smiled warmly and walked around the couch, kneeling down next to his wife.
"Yup!" Kaoru beamed as Aiko babbled to nobody in particular. Her senses pricked up when she saw Aiko staring at her husband. 'Aohi said to keep her away from him. Well, screw him.' "This is Aiko. Aiko, this is Uncle Kenshin."
'Uncle?' Kenshin thought, perplexed. "She takes after her mother, that she does." He commented as he noticed the one-year-old staring at him with wide eyes. "Charmed, Aiko-chan."
Done..I guess. Well, sorry this took so darn long. I'm so wiped. I'm getting straight Bs, and then here comes my stupid adv. Algebra teacher, failing me. And I've got all these stupid cross country meets (I'm not even a distance runner, I'm a sprinter!) that poop me out at the end of the day. Well, if anyone, ESPECIALLY Enishi is OOC, tell me. I'm also looking for a couple of folks to be in my story as bad guys. If you have no prob being a terrible, evil bad guy, email me at inuaddict@yahoo.com, happiness_deprived@yahoo.com or icebaby803@yahoo.com. Anyway, drop me a review plz!!