"Tsurughi-san," Kaoru emerged from the dojo's center courtyard into the
front yard. Tsurughi sat cross-legged on the porch with a book held in her
hands. She didn't even twitch when Kaoru said her name again. Kaoru knelt
down beside her, and studied Tsurughi's face, her lavender eyes were
riveted on the pages in front of her.
"Tsurughi-san? Hello? Any one home?" Kaoru tapped her shoulder, she still didn't budge. Kaoru scowled at her and poked her again, harder.
"Huh?" Tsurughi looked up in surprise. Her eyes flashed gold then back to lavender.
Kaoru sweat dropped. "I called you three times and you didn't hear me." She said, with a lopsided smile.
"Oh, gomen Kaoru-san. I have a habit of zoning out when I'm reading." Tsurughi murmured apologetically. She closed the fat novel and tucked it into her gi.
"What are you reading?" Kaoru asked.
"It's called 'The Tale of Genji' by Shikibu Murasaki-sama." (I DON'T OWN THIS)
"Really? Any good?"
"Yes, it's very interesting. Any way, what did you need me for?"
"Oh, that's right! Would you mind picking up some tofu? I can't find Kenshin, otherwise I'd send him." Kaoru said, standing.
Tsurughi nodded she stood as well. "Sure, I'll be back in a while." Tsurughi waved to Kaoru and left the dojo compound.
CHANGE OF POV
Taisa and Damashi watched as the red haired woman left the dojo, their eyes were cold and calculating.
"Am I just trying to be her friend, or am I trying to get into her bed?" Damashi asked licking his dry lips.
Taisa shook his head. "Whichever you prefer. Just get it done." He replied.
"Yes sir." Damashi gave his leader a quick salute, and slipped from their hiding place to trail the young woman.
POV CHANGE
Tsurughi paid for the brick of Tofu and started carefully back to the dojo.
She passed through the light afternoon crowd, paying scant attention to her direction. She dodged around several rowdy little boys and their frantic mothers, only to bump into a man. The tofu slipped from her grasp, two hands reached for the air borne bowl, and caught it.
Tsurughi looked up at the man she had bumped into. He couldn't be much older than her. With black hair that shaded his amber brown eyes, and a round handsome face. Boyish mischief danced in his features.
"Arigato sir." She muttered, reclaiming the bowl.
"You're very welcome, Lady." He replied warmly. He smiled at her. "May I walk you home Lady?" He asked, bowing in the European style.
Tsurughi blinked. "Why would you want to do that?" She blurted out.
"I wish to gaze at your exotic features for a while longer." He replied, with a melodramatic tone and a light flourish. ;; And I'm not quite lying either;; He thought to himself. Her features WERE exotic. Very few people who were born Japanese had flame red hair. And none had lavender eyes. Apart from the Battousai.
"Um, I suppose so," Tsurughi replied slowly, her tone sounded exactly as she felt ;;WHAT?;; Being an ex-hitokiri, she had no idea what flirting was. In that she was the same as her brother, dumb as a brick in the romance department.
"So, what's the Lady's name?" He asked.
"Tsurughi." She replied shortly.
"I'm called Taka." He said, smiling. "Where do you live, Tsurughi-sama?" He asked.
"Here." She ducked into the dojo with a hurried 'Sayonara'.
Kaoru and Megumi were standing just inside the door. Both had mischievous, "fox" looks on their faces.
"Does Little Tsuru-chan have a crush?" Megumi asked, with a little laugh.
"Huh?"
"Come on! That guy has a crush on you!" Kaoru exclaimed.
"What?"
"A crush! He likes you!" Megumi said, with her little 'hohoho' laugh. "You're as hopeless as Ken-san." She said.
Tsurughi just shook her head. Times like these were when those two started talking a whole nother language she had never even heard.
Okay, pathetic I know, deal with it.
The Tale of Genji is an actual novel written by Lady Murasaki Shikibu during the Feudal era. It's been named the world's first novel. (HAH! In your face chauvinistic assholes! ;p )
"Tsurughi-san? Hello? Any one home?" Kaoru tapped her shoulder, she still didn't budge. Kaoru scowled at her and poked her again, harder.
"Huh?" Tsurughi looked up in surprise. Her eyes flashed gold then back to lavender.
Kaoru sweat dropped. "I called you three times and you didn't hear me." She said, with a lopsided smile.
"Oh, gomen Kaoru-san. I have a habit of zoning out when I'm reading." Tsurughi murmured apologetically. She closed the fat novel and tucked it into her gi.
"What are you reading?" Kaoru asked.
"It's called 'The Tale of Genji' by Shikibu Murasaki-sama." (I DON'T OWN THIS)
"Really? Any good?"
"Yes, it's very interesting. Any way, what did you need me for?"
"Oh, that's right! Would you mind picking up some tofu? I can't find Kenshin, otherwise I'd send him." Kaoru said, standing.
Tsurughi nodded she stood as well. "Sure, I'll be back in a while." Tsurughi waved to Kaoru and left the dojo compound.
CHANGE OF POV
Taisa and Damashi watched as the red haired woman left the dojo, their eyes were cold and calculating.
"Am I just trying to be her friend, or am I trying to get into her bed?" Damashi asked licking his dry lips.
Taisa shook his head. "Whichever you prefer. Just get it done." He replied.
"Yes sir." Damashi gave his leader a quick salute, and slipped from their hiding place to trail the young woman.
POV CHANGE
Tsurughi paid for the brick of Tofu and started carefully back to the dojo.
She passed through the light afternoon crowd, paying scant attention to her direction. She dodged around several rowdy little boys and their frantic mothers, only to bump into a man. The tofu slipped from her grasp, two hands reached for the air borne bowl, and caught it.
Tsurughi looked up at the man she had bumped into. He couldn't be much older than her. With black hair that shaded his amber brown eyes, and a round handsome face. Boyish mischief danced in his features.
"Arigato sir." She muttered, reclaiming the bowl.
"You're very welcome, Lady." He replied warmly. He smiled at her. "May I walk you home Lady?" He asked, bowing in the European style.
Tsurughi blinked. "Why would you want to do that?" She blurted out.
"I wish to gaze at your exotic features for a while longer." He replied, with a melodramatic tone and a light flourish. ;; And I'm not quite lying either;; He thought to himself. Her features WERE exotic. Very few people who were born Japanese had flame red hair. And none had lavender eyes. Apart from the Battousai.
"Um, I suppose so," Tsurughi replied slowly, her tone sounded exactly as she felt ;;WHAT?;; Being an ex-hitokiri, she had no idea what flirting was. In that she was the same as her brother, dumb as a brick in the romance department.
"So, what's the Lady's name?" He asked.
"Tsurughi." She replied shortly.
"I'm called Taka." He said, smiling. "Where do you live, Tsurughi-sama?" He asked.
"Here." She ducked into the dojo with a hurried 'Sayonara'.
Kaoru and Megumi were standing just inside the door. Both had mischievous, "fox" looks on their faces.
"Does Little Tsuru-chan have a crush?" Megumi asked, with a little laugh.
"Huh?"
"Come on! That guy has a crush on you!" Kaoru exclaimed.
"What?"
"A crush! He likes you!" Megumi said, with her little 'hohoho' laugh. "You're as hopeless as Ken-san." She said.
Tsurughi just shook her head. Times like these were when those two started talking a whole nother language she had never even heard.
Okay, pathetic I know, deal with it.
The Tale of Genji is an actual novel written by Lady Murasaki Shikibu during the Feudal era. It's been named the world's first novel. (HAH! In your face chauvinistic assholes! ;p )