This is my first fan fic. Please review and give me any suggestions and if
there are mistakes please tell me so I can fix them. Thanks.
Standard disclaimers apply... I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
He was unable to put words to the tumult of feelings he had rushing through him that caused him to weaken, almost pulling her with him. Her sobs were becoming unbearable; it felt like his heart was being torn out. He felt as if there was nothing he could do. Her warm tears streaked down her face to his open chest, dampening his firm muscles beneath.
"I'm sorry," he breathed into her hair, deeply inhaling the aroma of the sakura. "You don't need me, you shouldn't need me..." he whispered, afraid to let her go.
"No..." she whimpered, tightening her grip onto his clothes. "Aishiteru... please don't go... I do need you." He held her tightly for a second longer, then released her and felt like his world was drifting away. She still clasped onto his black trench coat, her hands not losing their grip. He brought his hands from around her back to his own trench coat, wrapping themselves around her hands lightly. He eased his fingers between her's and his coat, and gently separated cloth and skin. She reluctantly let go of him, wanting to let her hands rest in his, but then dropped her hands lifelessly to her side.
She looked up into his eyes, the moonlight illuminating his handsome features, his ebony hair falling into his face. Their eyes locked, threatening to never let each other go, both of them, transfixed by the other.
She looked down at the ground, breaking the spell. His hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin, and tilted it towards him. He leaned in...
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The man woke up, gasping for breath, reaching into the depths of his mind to bring back the sadness, and yet pleasantness he had felt in his dream. He sighed, as he thought of her -- her long waves of satin hair, her creamy skin, her delicate figure, and especially her wondering, explaining, comforting, and understanding ocean blue eyes. He had tried to forget her once he had left, but found himself longing for her even more. He wanted to satisfy the insatiable hunger inside him, he just wanted to see her again, even for a moment...
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She awoke and began her day as usual. She washed her face quickly and freshened up after only a few hours of rest. Her sleep had been fitful, as usual, disturbed by frightening dreams of what might have happened to her beloved. She put on a beautiful kimono, thinking about when she used to only wear tomboyish ninja outfits.
Once he had left, she never wore them. She was on her way back into the main room to help greet customers, when she realized that something was missing. She went back into her room, and grabbed the small comb sitting on a small table next to her bed.
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He came into a restaurant. He didn't see anyone to greet him, so he went to a table in the corner and sat down, too impatient to wait.
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It had been a few years since Aoshi had left. The Aoiya was no new place to him, but after the long absence, he knew it was no longer the place he had known and grown up in. A young woman came out of the kitchen. Okon. He hoped she wouldn't recognize him, but there was no not recognizing the raven-haired young man, who seemingly had grown more handsome, a man now 29 years old, the target of many women's lustful gazes. Okon didn't come near the corner where he sat -- she probably didn't see him. Besides, the last thing he need was to be recognized.
Okon returned to the kitchen after wiping down some tables, while Aoshi continued to sit in silence. Footsteps could be heard coming down the wooden stairs, but only heard to those with trained ears. Aoshi looked up from the corner, which had always been his favorite seat, to see who was coming down the stairs.
It was risky returning to the Aoiya under such conditions. He had abandoned his own gang, the Oniwaban, to wander. He felt that his meditation alone could not help the uneasy feeling he felt wherever he went. And Misao. She was almost the problem herself. He always found himself thinking about her, and soon his meditations were no longer trying to find peace. They became spots of time that he could think about what Misao had said to him that day, only receiving a cold response from him, what Misao had did, just Misao.
Gangs in the Kyoto area where the Aoiya was had begun to dispute the power of the Oniwaban. Fights had been starting and as of late it was dangerous for any one Oniwaban member to be out on their own, and the restaurant had been suffering business. Aoshi knew that he would be unwelcome, but he never fully realized the impact he had caused on Misao's once bubbly personality, that he had changed her into himself, a cold, unfeeling person; a walking statue.
A beautiful woman walked down the stairs. 'Kirei,' Aoshi thought as his eyes roved over her tempting body, resting on her face. She had a long braid that went down past her back, sea foam eyes that had a dull shimmer, and ivory skin that was as pale as moonlight. He stared at her as she walked down, almost wishing for her to return his direct gaze, but knowing that she was out of his reach.
Okon exited the kitchen and entered the main room, where she saw the woman coming down the stairs. "Oh, Misao! No one has come in, so you do not need to begin waiting on tables yet. I guess no one is awake this time of day, huh?" Okon said, trying to lighten Misao's ever-silent and dismal demeanor.
Misao nodded. Aoshi remained in the corner, looking on with concern growing, but none showing in his face.
"Well, I'll just go back in the kitchen, so if anyone comes, could you seat them?" Okon had grown used to Misao's reticence, so she didn't ever bother for an answer. Misao kneeled down on a cushion and began to arrange flowers that were in a pile next to a vase on one of the tables, no expression visible. She picked up an iris, and a lone tear streaked down her face, almost cracking her mask. She quickly brushed it away with the flowing sleeve of her kimono and put the finished touches on her arrangement. It wasn't until she had finished that she had suddenly grown aware of the pair of ice blue eyes on her, eyes that had never left her since she had entered the room. She stood up suddenly and turned around, staring right into the corner where Aoshi had been sitting. There was no one there.
'Baka,' she thought to herself, 'no one is ever in that corner.' Her face was flushed from the sudden movement, and no evidence of the tear could be seen. She sighed, then picked up some flowers from a pile lying on a table and began to arrange them, leaving the irises in the pile.
Aishiteru - I love you
Baka - Idiot
Kirei - Beautiful
Standard disclaimers apply... I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
He was unable to put words to the tumult of feelings he had rushing through him that caused him to weaken, almost pulling her with him. Her sobs were becoming unbearable; it felt like his heart was being torn out. He felt as if there was nothing he could do. Her warm tears streaked down her face to his open chest, dampening his firm muscles beneath.
"I'm sorry," he breathed into her hair, deeply inhaling the aroma of the sakura. "You don't need me, you shouldn't need me..." he whispered, afraid to let her go.
"No..." she whimpered, tightening her grip onto his clothes. "Aishiteru... please don't go... I do need you." He held her tightly for a second longer, then released her and felt like his world was drifting away. She still clasped onto his black trench coat, her hands not losing their grip. He brought his hands from around her back to his own trench coat, wrapping themselves around her hands lightly. He eased his fingers between her's and his coat, and gently separated cloth and skin. She reluctantly let go of him, wanting to let her hands rest in his, but then dropped her hands lifelessly to her side.
She looked up into his eyes, the moonlight illuminating his handsome features, his ebony hair falling into his face. Their eyes locked, threatening to never let each other go, both of them, transfixed by the other.
She looked down at the ground, breaking the spell. His hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin, and tilted it towards him. He leaned in...
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The man woke up, gasping for breath, reaching into the depths of his mind to bring back the sadness, and yet pleasantness he had felt in his dream. He sighed, as he thought of her -- her long waves of satin hair, her creamy skin, her delicate figure, and especially her wondering, explaining, comforting, and understanding ocean blue eyes. He had tried to forget her once he had left, but found himself longing for her even more. He wanted to satisfy the insatiable hunger inside him, he just wanted to see her again, even for a moment...
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She awoke and began her day as usual. She washed her face quickly and freshened up after only a few hours of rest. Her sleep had been fitful, as usual, disturbed by frightening dreams of what might have happened to her beloved. She put on a beautiful kimono, thinking about when she used to only wear tomboyish ninja outfits.
Once he had left, she never wore them. She was on her way back into the main room to help greet customers, when she realized that something was missing. She went back into her room, and grabbed the small comb sitting on a small table next to her bed.
-----------------------------------------
He came into a restaurant. He didn't see anyone to greet him, so he went to a table in the corner and sat down, too impatient to wait.
-----------------------------------------
It had been a few years since Aoshi had left. The Aoiya was no new place to him, but after the long absence, he knew it was no longer the place he had known and grown up in. A young woman came out of the kitchen. Okon. He hoped she wouldn't recognize him, but there was no not recognizing the raven-haired young man, who seemingly had grown more handsome, a man now 29 years old, the target of many women's lustful gazes. Okon didn't come near the corner where he sat -- she probably didn't see him. Besides, the last thing he need was to be recognized.
Okon returned to the kitchen after wiping down some tables, while Aoshi continued to sit in silence. Footsteps could be heard coming down the wooden stairs, but only heard to those with trained ears. Aoshi looked up from the corner, which had always been his favorite seat, to see who was coming down the stairs.
It was risky returning to the Aoiya under such conditions. He had abandoned his own gang, the Oniwaban, to wander. He felt that his meditation alone could not help the uneasy feeling he felt wherever he went. And Misao. She was almost the problem herself. He always found himself thinking about her, and soon his meditations were no longer trying to find peace. They became spots of time that he could think about what Misao had said to him that day, only receiving a cold response from him, what Misao had did, just Misao.
Gangs in the Kyoto area where the Aoiya was had begun to dispute the power of the Oniwaban. Fights had been starting and as of late it was dangerous for any one Oniwaban member to be out on their own, and the restaurant had been suffering business. Aoshi knew that he would be unwelcome, but he never fully realized the impact he had caused on Misao's once bubbly personality, that he had changed her into himself, a cold, unfeeling person; a walking statue.
A beautiful woman walked down the stairs. 'Kirei,' Aoshi thought as his eyes roved over her tempting body, resting on her face. She had a long braid that went down past her back, sea foam eyes that had a dull shimmer, and ivory skin that was as pale as moonlight. He stared at her as she walked down, almost wishing for her to return his direct gaze, but knowing that she was out of his reach.
Okon exited the kitchen and entered the main room, where she saw the woman coming down the stairs. "Oh, Misao! No one has come in, so you do not need to begin waiting on tables yet. I guess no one is awake this time of day, huh?" Okon said, trying to lighten Misao's ever-silent and dismal demeanor.
Misao nodded. Aoshi remained in the corner, looking on with concern growing, but none showing in his face.
"Well, I'll just go back in the kitchen, so if anyone comes, could you seat them?" Okon had grown used to Misao's reticence, so she didn't ever bother for an answer. Misao kneeled down on a cushion and began to arrange flowers that were in a pile next to a vase on one of the tables, no expression visible. She picked up an iris, and a lone tear streaked down her face, almost cracking her mask. She quickly brushed it away with the flowing sleeve of her kimono and put the finished touches on her arrangement. It wasn't until she had finished that she had suddenly grown aware of the pair of ice blue eyes on her, eyes that had never left her since she had entered the room. She stood up suddenly and turned around, staring right into the corner where Aoshi had been sitting. There was no one there.
'Baka,' she thought to herself, 'no one is ever in that corner.' Her face was flushed from the sudden movement, and no evidence of the tear could be seen. She sighed, then picked up some flowers from a pile lying on a table and began to arrange them, leaving the irises in the pile.
Aishiteru - I love you
Baka - Idiot
Kirei - Beautiful