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Chapter 17
There was a slight rustle in the next room as a page was flipped over.
Kat had cried herself to sleep and Kenshin had taken the opportunity to examine the house.
He had found an interesting book and was reading it through.
His foot was bandaged and carefully tucked under his body.
His frown deepened as he continued to read.
The book fell from his hands and hit the floor.
Warm liquid dripped onto his arm and he unconsciously touched a hand to his scar.
He drew it away and was surprised to see blood on his fingers.
The shocking new material raced through his mind.
A faint rustle came from behind him.
He whirled around blade drawn.
Kat felt the metal of his sword press against her neck and the cut from before reopened.
His eyes blazed with anger at being snuck up on.
He didn't know if he was angrier at her or himself.
He quickly with drew his blade and resheathed it.
"It's bleeding again."
He reached up touched his scar again, "I know."
She reached up to wipe away the blood.
He snatched her hand and hissed coldly, "I don't need your help."
"I wish you'd stop pushing me away," she murmured.
He sat there, dumbfounded as she reached up to clean his cheek again.
Kat thought about what she was doing and the corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile. 'I'm sitting here, cleaning off the best swordsman in Japan's face. And he's letting me do it.'
Kenshin was even more shocked when he saw her small smile. 'She's feeling better.'
"When will your eyes return to normal?" she asked.
"They can stay like that for several days," he replied.
He spied her neck, "Did I do that?"
"No, but you did reopen it."
Something about the way she said that made him close up a bit.
"Good," he muttered.
Kat stopped cleaning his face, hurt a bit from his words.
She spied the book he was reading and picked it up.
He snatched the book back but not before Kat recognized what it was.
"Tomoe's diary."
He stiffened, "How do you know?"
"I've seen it before."
He glared questioningly at her.
Kat realized something, "You're not Kenshin are you?"
"No shit Sherlock," he muttered.
"So you don't know how I know about Tomoe?" she asked.
He glared at her, "Isn't it past your bed time?"
"You're the same age as me," she said bluntly.
"Well, if you think it's time for bed," Kat said with a mischievous grin on her face, "Then let's go."
She grabbed his gi and began to pull him back into the living room.
There was something that sounded like an 'Oro?!' as Kat dragged him over the bottom of the door frame.
She dropped him next to the fire and noticed that he was out cold.
'Well, at least I know he's Kenshin again.'
(A/N: Ok so Kenshin and the Battousai share different memories. Just remember that they are the same person, just different sides. PLEASE REVIEW!!!)
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Chapter 17
There was a slight rustle in the next room as a page was flipped over.
Kat had cried herself to sleep and Kenshin had taken the opportunity to examine the house.
He had found an interesting book and was reading it through.
His foot was bandaged and carefully tucked under his body.
His frown deepened as he continued to read.
The book fell from his hands and hit the floor.
Warm liquid dripped onto his arm and he unconsciously touched a hand to his scar.
He drew it away and was surprised to see blood on his fingers.
The shocking new material raced through his mind.
A faint rustle came from behind him.
He whirled around blade drawn.
Kat felt the metal of his sword press against her neck and the cut from before reopened.
His eyes blazed with anger at being snuck up on.
He didn't know if he was angrier at her or himself.
He quickly with drew his blade and resheathed it.
"It's bleeding again."
He reached up touched his scar again, "I know."
She reached up to wipe away the blood.
He snatched her hand and hissed coldly, "I don't need your help."
"I wish you'd stop pushing me away," she murmured.
He sat there, dumbfounded as she reached up to clean his cheek again.
Kat thought about what she was doing and the corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile. 'I'm sitting here, cleaning off the best swordsman in Japan's face. And he's letting me do it.'
Kenshin was even more shocked when he saw her small smile. 'She's feeling better.'
"When will your eyes return to normal?" she asked.
"They can stay like that for several days," he replied.
He spied her neck, "Did I do that?"
"No, but you did reopen it."
Something about the way she said that made him close up a bit.
"Good," he muttered.
Kat stopped cleaning his face, hurt a bit from his words.
She spied the book he was reading and picked it up.
He snatched the book back but not before Kat recognized what it was.
"Tomoe's diary."
He stiffened, "How do you know?"
"I've seen it before."
He glared questioningly at her.
Kat realized something, "You're not Kenshin are you?"
"No shit Sherlock," he muttered.
"So you don't know how I know about Tomoe?" she asked.
He glared at her, "Isn't it past your bed time?"
"You're the same age as me," she said bluntly.
"Well, if you think it's time for bed," Kat said with a mischievous grin on her face, "Then let's go."
She grabbed his gi and began to pull him back into the living room.
There was something that sounded like an 'Oro?!' as Kat dragged him over the bottom of the door frame.
She dropped him next to the fire and noticed that he was out cold.
'Well, at least I know he's Kenshin again.'
(A/N: Ok so Kenshin and the Battousai share different memories. Just remember that they are the same person, just different sides. PLEASE REVIEW!!!)