Title: The Revolving Door
Authors: Jo-I mean the invisible man who wishes to remain nameless, and me; the amazingly sexy stina-chan *grinz* plz leave ur applause and notes for ur reviews and have a fun filled time...
Rating: PG-13 for some reason or other...
Disclaimer: We in no way claim to own Ruroumi Kenshin, please don't hurt us.*covers head with hands then looks up warily* *grinz* KYA-KYA *makes stabbing motions to no one in particular* gomen -_-;; one of those you had to be there times.
~Meet Vincent White~
The sound of yelling children and teenagers filled the campground. It was the Seattle Kung Fu Dojo, camping trip.
"Vince! Come check this out!" A voice yelled at Vincent.
14-Year-old Vincent White. 3rd level black crane student, advanced. 5 feet 5 inches tall, bright green eyes, and brown hair. His haircut is at 2 and a half inches on top; his side burns are non-existent. He has a small nose inherited from his mother. Vincent's chin doesn't jut out from his face; rather it goes downwards with his face. His hair is straight not wavy or curly, and he has a birthmark on his right wrist resembling a Gibbous moon. Slightly tanned and not a freckle to be seen on his entire body, he's quite an attractive guy. He isn't a hairy kid either, often teased about the fact that he has hairless legs.
Vincent turned around in search for the speaker, spotting a path laid out before him he jogged to where he thought the voice had come from. The jog was short; the only obstacles along the way were a few large rocks that he had to hop over, of which he did with ease. As he continued to jog he saw what looked like a clearing up ahead. Upon arriving he realized it wasn't a clearing at all but a rock quarry about 30 feet below him. It was filled with a greenish liquid, which several other kids were playing in. There was a narrow path that led down to a very large rock about 5 feet above the surface, which several children were jumping off of into the quarry. Vincent looked around again, searching for the person who called him. A little ways left of him was a blond, blue-eyed kid waving and gesturing madly at him to come over.
"Vince, check this out! We got a lake all to ourselves!" The kid jumped up and down with excitement.
"Blake, I don't feel like swimming right now." Vincent yawned. Truth was he found Blake abnormally annoying most of the time, and today was no different.
"Suit yourself." Blake shrugged and started down the path to the large boulder. 3 steps into his journey though, he slipped on a green rock slick with algae. Losing his balance he fell right in the direction of the quarry his arms flailing about as he fell. Vincent quickly fell to his stomach on the cliffs edge and grabbed Blake's wrist.
"Don't drop me!" Blake was beginning to panic.
"Stop struggling or you'll pull us both in!" These words were spoken a bit too late as Blake's struggling managed to drag Vincent over the edge to plummet with him.
Somehow Vincent managed to fall gradually till he was about 20 feet to the left of Blake as they both speeded for the bottom of the quarry. Unluckily for Vincent, he was being juggled by rock formations along the Cliff wall. Cut after cut, he continued to fall, at first they were minor scrapes, but a few seconds after his fall started he landed face up on an extended rock. The recoil bounced him painfully right over again. Vincent closed his eyes, he'd rather not know what he was going to bash into next. He felt another rock punch into his ribs only this one was slanted, and slightly smoother. Upon landing he began to roll downwards off of it. Then another smooth and slanted rock. He lost consciousness upon hitting it. His limp and mangled body continued to roll until he landed not in water, but solid ground...ouch.
"Oh my god!" A woman screamed.
"He's bleeding, bad." A boys voice echoed in Vincent's subconscious.
"Someone get Dr.Genzai." A very soothing-to-the-ear voice said.
~~*Intermission*~~
*Kenshin walks in*
"Hi my name is Kenshin Himura, I think you should get some popcorn before reading the rest of this chapter."
*Sanoske walks in*
"I'm Sanosuke Sagara, I think some milk duds would be nice."
*Kaoru's head pops up*
"Perhaps a carbonated soda pop?"
*Yahiko's picture appears above hers*
"Shell, the preferred fuel of NASA! Low prices guaranteed!"
*Under Sanosuke's breath*
"Is that an American food?"
*Kenshin shrugs*
~~*End Intermission*~~
Vincent slowly opened his eyes, leaving them at slits. Everything looked fuzzy and out of focus. He took a moment to try and figure out where he was. He felt a cold rag on his forehead and an extremely uncomfortable bed beneath him. The covers were pulled up to his chin as he layed there on his back.
"Is he going to be alright?" Vincent heard a women's voice.
An older man's voice made an intellectual analysis, "Most likely, as long as he isn't bleeding internally he should recover fine. Aside from cuts and bruises all over his body, he broke 3 ribs, his left wrist, right ankle, and dislocated his left shoulder. When he wakes up, assuming he does, don't let him walk around, keep him on the futon until his ankle heals."
"Wow, that's going to suck when he wakes up." A kids voice teased. That was followed by several loud thunks.
"Ow... Kaoru!" The boy whined.
"You're not helping the situation." A woman's voice replied harshly.
"He's lucky to be alive, that he is." The soothing voice spoke again.
'I remember that voice. It kept me calm...' Vincent thought. That's when he noticed a peculiar smell. It was coming at him from all directions, it was a husky scent, and he enjoyed it. 'I can't even put it in words, it smells so good' the thought flew through his head. Continuing to inhale the smell, he relaxed. Then suddenly he felt as if he had been run over by a truck, a very very big truck. His left and right side felt like they were being stabbed, he couldn't feel his fingers on his left hand, his left ankle was swollen and was throbbing painfully, and worst of all, he could actually feel the torn muscle and gnashed bone in his left shoulder. Upon feeling all of this, Vincent's eyes shot open.
"AAAUGGHHHH!!!" Vincent yelled as he tried to sit up but fell back down again painfully. He shook his head and realized he was heavily bandaged. The bandages were all over his body, and there was a pile of bloody ones roughly 3 feet from him. Everything he saw was still fuzzy too. He tried to relax again, breathing through his mouth, although even that hurt.
"He's awake." The soothing voice announced.
"He only fell a few feet how did he get so beat up? Was he in a fight?" A rough voice spoke. Vincent heard a man get up and walk away, most likely the doctor. He tried to ask them where he was, but when he tried to talk, he began coughing. After his coughing fit he moved his head to his left and looked at them. A wound on his neck opened up, and small streams of blood slowly crept down onto his pillow.
"Wow he doesn't look Japanese at all does he," A woman's voice declared.
"He's bleeding on my pillow again! Its gonna have to be thrown away..." The boy sighed. Vincent watched as a woman took out what appeared to be a wooden sword and struck the boy with it.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch." The boy rubbed his head.
"Kenshin go get some fresh bandages." The woman said. Vincent's vision began to clear up. The boy looked the same age as he was. 14 maybe 15. Had brown slightly spiky hair, and wore a ...kimono? He was cute. 'Did I just say cute? I must have been beaten up a lot more then I thought.' He turned a little more to his right (causing the wound on his neck to pop open even more) and saw a striking blue haired woman, sitting on her knees. Next to her was a brown haired man, looking to be in his older teens, early twenties. He was cute too.
'I said it again, what's wrong with me?' He thought. Vincent continued to look around; he was in an old style Japanese room, complete with a sliding paper door just like the one at his Dojo. A bucket of water was next to the door, and the room was lit quite nicely. All the time he continued to take in that delicious scent. He could live off this stuff. At that moment he spotted an orange haired beautiful man, with dashing looks and a scar on his left cheek. 'I'm complimenting other men... I must have taken a blow to the head.' One thing was strange though, aside from the Brown haired man. They were all wearing kimonos.
The boy crawled up to Vincent briskly. Vincent could feel the boy's eyes probing him. The husky scent seemed to intensify the closer the boy got.
"Do you hear me?" The boy asked. For some reason Vincent had no clue what the boy was saying. Come to think about it he had no idea what any of them had been saying.
"Where am I?" He said in a very breathy whisper.
The boy turned around and faced the woman. "What did he say?"
"I don't know, sounded like English to me." She scratched her head.
The orange haired man spoke up. "I heard Ms. Megumi knows English, I'll go ask for her help."
As they all chatted, the boy stared into Vincent's eyes. Vincent did the same just as intently. A connection had been made at that moment. Whatever it was, both of the boys seemed to lose track of time.
~*FIN*~
A/N: anyways...you people are probably thinking huh?!? This doesn't look at all like stina-chans style...well you're right cuz its not, right Hogosha?
Hogosha: nope it's not hers and she's not about to steal all the credit,
Stina-chan: damn straight, cuz it belongs to my friend Mr. Invisible, cuz you know he asked me to help edit and beta it and post it. So naturally I did just that which is the reason why I have it here so don't forget to mention Mr. Invisible in all ur reviews.
Authors: Jo-I mean the invisible man who wishes to remain nameless, and me; the amazingly sexy stina-chan *grinz* plz leave ur applause and notes for ur reviews and have a fun filled time...
Rating: PG-13 for some reason or other...
Disclaimer: We in no way claim to own Ruroumi Kenshin, please don't hurt us.*covers head with hands then looks up warily* *grinz* KYA-KYA *makes stabbing motions to no one in particular* gomen -_-;; one of those you had to be there times.
~Meet Vincent White~
The sound of yelling children and teenagers filled the campground. It was the Seattle Kung Fu Dojo, camping trip.
"Vince! Come check this out!" A voice yelled at Vincent.
14-Year-old Vincent White. 3rd level black crane student, advanced. 5 feet 5 inches tall, bright green eyes, and brown hair. His haircut is at 2 and a half inches on top; his side burns are non-existent. He has a small nose inherited from his mother. Vincent's chin doesn't jut out from his face; rather it goes downwards with his face. His hair is straight not wavy or curly, and he has a birthmark on his right wrist resembling a Gibbous moon. Slightly tanned and not a freckle to be seen on his entire body, he's quite an attractive guy. He isn't a hairy kid either, often teased about the fact that he has hairless legs.
Vincent turned around in search for the speaker, spotting a path laid out before him he jogged to where he thought the voice had come from. The jog was short; the only obstacles along the way were a few large rocks that he had to hop over, of which he did with ease. As he continued to jog he saw what looked like a clearing up ahead. Upon arriving he realized it wasn't a clearing at all but a rock quarry about 30 feet below him. It was filled with a greenish liquid, which several other kids were playing in. There was a narrow path that led down to a very large rock about 5 feet above the surface, which several children were jumping off of into the quarry. Vincent looked around again, searching for the person who called him. A little ways left of him was a blond, blue-eyed kid waving and gesturing madly at him to come over.
"Vince, check this out! We got a lake all to ourselves!" The kid jumped up and down with excitement.
"Blake, I don't feel like swimming right now." Vincent yawned. Truth was he found Blake abnormally annoying most of the time, and today was no different.
"Suit yourself." Blake shrugged and started down the path to the large boulder. 3 steps into his journey though, he slipped on a green rock slick with algae. Losing his balance he fell right in the direction of the quarry his arms flailing about as he fell. Vincent quickly fell to his stomach on the cliffs edge and grabbed Blake's wrist.
"Don't drop me!" Blake was beginning to panic.
"Stop struggling or you'll pull us both in!" These words were spoken a bit too late as Blake's struggling managed to drag Vincent over the edge to plummet with him.
Somehow Vincent managed to fall gradually till he was about 20 feet to the left of Blake as they both speeded for the bottom of the quarry. Unluckily for Vincent, he was being juggled by rock formations along the Cliff wall. Cut after cut, he continued to fall, at first they were minor scrapes, but a few seconds after his fall started he landed face up on an extended rock. The recoil bounced him painfully right over again. Vincent closed his eyes, he'd rather not know what he was going to bash into next. He felt another rock punch into his ribs only this one was slanted, and slightly smoother. Upon landing he began to roll downwards off of it. Then another smooth and slanted rock. He lost consciousness upon hitting it. His limp and mangled body continued to roll until he landed not in water, but solid ground...ouch.
"Oh my god!" A woman screamed.
"He's bleeding, bad." A boys voice echoed in Vincent's subconscious.
"Someone get Dr.Genzai." A very soothing-to-the-ear voice said.
~~*Intermission*~~
*Kenshin walks in*
"Hi my name is Kenshin Himura, I think you should get some popcorn before reading the rest of this chapter."
*Sanoske walks in*
"I'm Sanosuke Sagara, I think some milk duds would be nice."
*Kaoru's head pops up*
"Perhaps a carbonated soda pop?"
*Yahiko's picture appears above hers*
"Shell, the preferred fuel of NASA! Low prices guaranteed!"
*Under Sanosuke's breath*
"Is that an American food?"
*Kenshin shrugs*
~~*End Intermission*~~
Vincent slowly opened his eyes, leaving them at slits. Everything looked fuzzy and out of focus. He took a moment to try and figure out where he was. He felt a cold rag on his forehead and an extremely uncomfortable bed beneath him. The covers were pulled up to his chin as he layed there on his back.
"Is he going to be alright?" Vincent heard a women's voice.
An older man's voice made an intellectual analysis, "Most likely, as long as he isn't bleeding internally he should recover fine. Aside from cuts and bruises all over his body, he broke 3 ribs, his left wrist, right ankle, and dislocated his left shoulder. When he wakes up, assuming he does, don't let him walk around, keep him on the futon until his ankle heals."
"Wow, that's going to suck when he wakes up." A kids voice teased. That was followed by several loud thunks.
"Ow... Kaoru!" The boy whined.
"You're not helping the situation." A woman's voice replied harshly.
"He's lucky to be alive, that he is." The soothing voice spoke again.
'I remember that voice. It kept me calm...' Vincent thought. That's when he noticed a peculiar smell. It was coming at him from all directions, it was a husky scent, and he enjoyed it. 'I can't even put it in words, it smells so good' the thought flew through his head. Continuing to inhale the smell, he relaxed. Then suddenly he felt as if he had been run over by a truck, a very very big truck. His left and right side felt like they were being stabbed, he couldn't feel his fingers on his left hand, his left ankle was swollen and was throbbing painfully, and worst of all, he could actually feel the torn muscle and gnashed bone in his left shoulder. Upon feeling all of this, Vincent's eyes shot open.
"AAAUGGHHHH!!!" Vincent yelled as he tried to sit up but fell back down again painfully. He shook his head and realized he was heavily bandaged. The bandages were all over his body, and there was a pile of bloody ones roughly 3 feet from him. Everything he saw was still fuzzy too. He tried to relax again, breathing through his mouth, although even that hurt.
"He's awake." The soothing voice announced.
"He only fell a few feet how did he get so beat up? Was he in a fight?" A rough voice spoke. Vincent heard a man get up and walk away, most likely the doctor. He tried to ask them where he was, but when he tried to talk, he began coughing. After his coughing fit he moved his head to his left and looked at them. A wound on his neck opened up, and small streams of blood slowly crept down onto his pillow.
"Wow he doesn't look Japanese at all does he," A woman's voice declared.
"He's bleeding on my pillow again! Its gonna have to be thrown away..." The boy sighed. Vincent watched as a woman took out what appeared to be a wooden sword and struck the boy with it.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch." The boy rubbed his head.
"Kenshin go get some fresh bandages." The woman said. Vincent's vision began to clear up. The boy looked the same age as he was. 14 maybe 15. Had brown slightly spiky hair, and wore a ...kimono? He was cute. 'Did I just say cute? I must have been beaten up a lot more then I thought.' He turned a little more to his right (causing the wound on his neck to pop open even more) and saw a striking blue haired woman, sitting on her knees. Next to her was a brown haired man, looking to be in his older teens, early twenties. He was cute too.
'I said it again, what's wrong with me?' He thought. Vincent continued to look around; he was in an old style Japanese room, complete with a sliding paper door just like the one at his Dojo. A bucket of water was next to the door, and the room was lit quite nicely. All the time he continued to take in that delicious scent. He could live off this stuff. At that moment he spotted an orange haired beautiful man, with dashing looks and a scar on his left cheek. 'I'm complimenting other men... I must have taken a blow to the head.' One thing was strange though, aside from the Brown haired man. They were all wearing kimonos.
The boy crawled up to Vincent briskly. Vincent could feel the boy's eyes probing him. The husky scent seemed to intensify the closer the boy got.
"Do you hear me?" The boy asked. For some reason Vincent had no clue what the boy was saying. Come to think about it he had no idea what any of them had been saying.
"Where am I?" He said in a very breathy whisper.
The boy turned around and faced the woman. "What did he say?"
"I don't know, sounded like English to me." She scratched her head.
The orange haired man spoke up. "I heard Ms. Megumi knows English, I'll go ask for her help."
As they all chatted, the boy stared into Vincent's eyes. Vincent did the same just as intently. A connection had been made at that moment. Whatever it was, both of the boys seemed to lose track of time.
~*FIN*~
A/N: anyways...you people are probably thinking huh?!? This doesn't look at all like stina-chans style...well you're right cuz its not, right Hogosha?
Hogosha: nope it's not hers and she's not about to steal all the credit,
Stina-chan: damn straight, cuz it belongs to my friend Mr. Invisible, cuz you know he asked me to help edit and beta it and post it. So naturally I did just that which is the reason why I have it here so don't forget to mention Mr. Invisible in all ur reviews.