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Anime_angel123: muahahaha! *Pretending to be Cartman from South Park: Screw you guys, I'm going home.
Murasaki: O_O Weirdo.
Anime_angel123: Any who, I'm back and I'll try to make this story better until the big chapters when the plot *finally arrives.
Murasaki: You still suck.
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Murasaki: What foul language.
Anime_angel123: You're an idiot.
Murasaki: Whatever.
Anime_angel123: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN RK, AND I'M DEAD POOR, SO DON'T SUE ME!!
Forgotten Past
Chapter 3:
Crushes and friends
Ali Roberts rushed through the crowded streets of Tokyo to get back to the police station. Kirara told me Captain Saitou, I mean, Fujitaka and Aoshi Shinomori would be arriving around three o clock.
As she raced to get to the station on time, Ali glanced at her wristwatch. 3:30?!?!?! Saitou-sama and Kiara-chan are going to kill me!!
Ali took a sharp turn and collided into a solid body. She landed on the ground so hard she could have sworn she ran into a post.
"Are you okay?" A voice above her asked and she saw a hand reach down to her level. She took it and got off the ground, dusting off her uniform for the umpteenth time that day.
"Thank you." She quirked as she faced the man who helped her get on her feet.
She almost gasped as she saw who it was. "Hi, Katsu-kun!" She chirped. She had butterflies in her stomach as Katsu smiled back at her, his long black hair and brown eyes glistening in the sunlight.
"Hey, on your normal rounds?" He asked as he began to walk with her to the station. Ali nodded.
"Yeah, I just finished up. I'm heading down to the station." She replied, almost tripping over her own foot.
Yeah, sure. REALLY graceful there, Ali. Make a fool of yourself on front of the guy you have the hugest crush on. Ali cursed to herself as they rounded the last corner. Ali could already see Captain Fujitaka and her butterflies turned into snakes.
"Maybe I should go now. You shouldn't be talking if you're making your last rounds. See you later!" Katsu whispered before he disappeared. Ali walked into the office, totally ignoring the fact her uniform was so dirty it gave away that she had to break up a brawl in one of the local bars.
Kiara, in the middle of her conversation with Aoshi, heard the door open and turned to see who it was. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw her best friend, Ali, her blue uniform tattered and covered in mud and a purple bruise decorated her right cheek.
"Could you excuse me for a second, Shiomori-sama?" She asked Aoshi who nodded and turned to Saitou. Kiara took her moment of freedom and rushed over to Ali. "May I ask what the hell happened??" Kiara whispered frantically.
Ali sheepishly grinned. "The usual. I had to stop a brawl and I got dragged into it." Kiara rolled her eyes. "Lemme guess, Sanouske Sagara?" Ali nodded. Kiara rubbed her forehead in frustration. Sanouske was one of the men that got into a lot of brawls. "Will that man ever learn a lesson?" She groaned.
"Well, he wasn't drunk, just picked a fight with a drunk." Ali sighed, shifting weight onto another foot.
Kiara felt like marching over to where that baka lived and threaten to cut off the only thing that would let him have children if she didn't think he was the cutest guy in probably all of Tokyo.
Oh my kami. I DIDN'T just have those thoughts about Sanouske Sagara, the sake boy. Over the few weeks she had known the rooster head, she noticed that all the man would drink was sake. Ali had started calling him sake boy because she could never remember his name.
"We'll deal with him later." Kiara moaned and turned back to Aoshi and Saitou.
"Well, if it's okay with you, Aoshi-sama, I have the address of Himura. You can accompany us if you want to." She said, hoping to kami Aoshi wasn't able to recognize her voice since she hadn't bothered to disguise it.
Aoshi nodded and straight away recognized her voice. She doesn't want to get caught. Reasonable. He'd known it was her the instant he gazed into her deep, rare, violet eyes. It was like he had fallen in love all over again. He nodded and began to follow her out the door.
"Let's see. If I remember correctly, Himura-san's house is over here somewhere." Aoshi was paying little attention to Kiara's friend or assistant or whatever she was. He concentrated more on Kiara's beautiful features.
She had her usual flaming red hair tucked in her officer hat and she somehow hid the cross shaped scar that adorned her right cheek. He followed her in silence, wondering how to start up a conversation with his old lover when a voice tended to shock the three of them.
"Hey guys! Where are you going?" Kiara turned to the feminine voice and saw Kamiya (A/N: Did I spell that right??) Kaoru waving to the three of them. "Hello, Kaoru-chan." Kiara greeted properly as she walked over to one of her friends. Kaoru had the usual smile on her face as she greeted them all and bowed to Aoshi. "And hello, Shinomori-sama."
Aoshi stiffly nodded as he saw Kiara eye him. "Hello." He replied and, got a semi-wide-eyed from Kiara as a response. "Can I do anything for you today?" Kaou asked, not failing to show her usual annoying cheerful voice.
Kiara nodded. "As a matter of fact, there is. Where is Ken-san?" she asked. Kaoru's smile widened at the mention of her husband.
"He's at home, did you want to see him?" she asked as she turned to the direction of the Kamiya dojo. Kiara nodded and followed the over ecstatic Kaoru to the dojo.
Sano yawned as his best friend Kenshin finished up the rest of the laundry. "Don't you ever get tired of that?" Sano asked through a crack in his mouth and closed eyes. He didn't need to be a psychic to guess what his answer would be. "I do it because Kaoru has no time to."
Sano rolled his eyes. "Your never going to make Jou-chan do the laundry, that's what your saying." Kenshin nodded sheepishly.
Sano chuckled. "What's the matter? Afraid your going to be beaten up by your wife?" This comment made Kenshin blush. Sa no's talk with Kenshin and semi-nap was interrupted by the two people he definitely didn't want to see.
Kiara rolled her eyes as she saw Sanosuke Sagara, perhaps the only person she would have wanted to see. He'd been nice when she'd disguised herself as a guy and joined the Sakihotai; he had welcomed her and the two became fast friends.
This Sano, however, was different. This Sano; who was the most irritating man Kiara had the misfortune of meeting; the one who had earned the title sake boy because of his ability to drink more sake than even the biggest alcoholics, who was so irritating it attracted her, who was so handsome she was surprised she didn't drool when she saw him, who she always had weak knees when he was an inch from her face in one of those 'fights' she always had with him. NOT again! I'm NOT thinking about Sano in that way! She glanced at Aoshi who seemed to be distracted by something for he diverted his eyes from her as soon as their eyes met.
Besides, I already have Aoshi. Even though he didn't try to see if I really was dead or not, even though when she had always said 'aishitteru' and he only said 'daisuki' (A/N: If I spelled that wrong, let me know). Wait.I.I don't love Aoshi; I merely think of him as a friend now, ever since Misao came along. I'll let her have him. She need him more than I do.
Aoshi paid little attention to the conversation that started, for his thoughts began to slip to Misao; they had done that a lot lately. He began to think he should have invited her to come along as well, for she would have wanted to say hello to the Battousai and everyone else.
He began to think a bout Misao in ways he shouldn't have as he felt a poke and a voice. "Shinomori-sama? Shinomori-sama?" Aoshi jumped out of his daydream to see Kiara tapping on his shoulder and trying to get his attention.
"Aa?" Kiara rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Kenshin-san, do you remember watching your sister, Kiara Himura die?" She felt a little bad as she saw her brother stiffen. ".Yes." He said, quietly.
This made Kiara fell even worse. She remembered that day as clear as a crystal.
She had never seen her brother that angry before. His eyes were that burning amber color and he was giving her his death glare. She was more scared than ever. Something had driven her brother to the extreme. He chased her until she reached the edge off a cliff and turned to see her brother glaring at her. It was then she saw a cut on his left cheek that went over his other scar.
It must have been fresh because it was still bleeding. Kiara's gaze fell and landed on her brother's sword. It was covered in blood. "You disgrace the family!" She didn't need to know what he was talking about. He knew about her involvement with the Sakihotai.
"I've done no such thing!" She shouted. Kenshin snarled and it happened. Kiara felt the raw sharpness of the blade as it was inserted into her stomach. Her vision went blurry and she fell of the cliff into the rushing river below.
Kiara nodded shakily as the memory flooded back into her mind. "Well, we have reason to believe your sister is still alive." As she said this, she saw hope rush into Kenshin's eyes. "Honto?" He gasped. "I truly thought she was dead, that I did."
Ali got a weird feeling in her gut as they talked about Kiara when she was already there. "No, we have found a number of her articles in an inn not to far from here." As Ali explained what she had 'found' there, she noticed that Kiara was breathing a little hard and was grasping her stomach.
It was happening again. Since she was also the sprite of element that Saitou was originally looking for, Kiara had always felt a burning feeling inside her stomach when her inner ki was burning to be let out.
She slipped away from the scene, hopefully unnoticed, and felt inside of the Kamiya dojo. Inside, she dropped to the ground in pain. Soon, she got the power surge under control and got off the ground. It was then when she noticed a certain name plate on the wall of students. She neared it and read the Japanese calligraphy. Souzo Sagara. (A/N: Again, NO idea is I even have the right name) Kiara gasped as the pain returned, this time stronger than before.
She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she pulled off the name plate and whispered the incantation of fire. Her hand was smothered in a flame and she used it to burn off the wood behind the name plate. She reached into the hole she'd made, but the darkness was quicker and she met unconsciousness a little early.
Anime_angel123: Soooo..whadya think off that??? Eh? Hu? Hm?
Murasaki: It-
Anime_angel123: Was a piece off crap. We already know what you think of it. Anyway, people! Review, PLEASE!! I crave reviews even though I don't like flames, any kind of review would be good. Please!!
Murasaki: You've been watching South Park again, haven't you?
Anime_angel123: muahahaha! *Pretending to be Cartman from South Park: Screw you guys, I'm going home.
Murasaki: O_O Weirdo.
Anime_angel123: Any who, I'm back and I'll try to make this story better until the big chapters when the plot *finally arrives.
Murasaki: You still suck.
Anime_angel123: I know. Go blow it out your ear.
Murasaki: What foul language.
Anime_angel123: You're an idiot.
Murasaki: Whatever.
Anime_angel123: DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN RK, AND I'M DEAD POOR, SO DON'T SUE ME!!
Forgotten Past
Chapter 3:
Crushes and friends
Ali Roberts rushed through the crowded streets of Tokyo to get back to the police station. Kirara told me Captain Saitou, I mean, Fujitaka and Aoshi Shinomori would be arriving around three o clock.
As she raced to get to the station on time, Ali glanced at her wristwatch. 3:30?!?!?! Saitou-sama and Kiara-chan are going to kill me!!
Ali took a sharp turn and collided into a solid body. She landed on the ground so hard she could have sworn she ran into a post.
"Are you okay?" A voice above her asked and she saw a hand reach down to her level. She took it and got off the ground, dusting off her uniform for the umpteenth time that day.
"Thank you." She quirked as she faced the man who helped her get on her feet.
She almost gasped as she saw who it was. "Hi, Katsu-kun!" She chirped. She had butterflies in her stomach as Katsu smiled back at her, his long black hair and brown eyes glistening in the sunlight.
"Hey, on your normal rounds?" He asked as he began to walk with her to the station. Ali nodded.
"Yeah, I just finished up. I'm heading down to the station." She replied, almost tripping over her own foot.
Yeah, sure. REALLY graceful there, Ali. Make a fool of yourself on front of the guy you have the hugest crush on. Ali cursed to herself as they rounded the last corner. Ali could already see Captain Fujitaka and her butterflies turned into snakes.
"Maybe I should go now. You shouldn't be talking if you're making your last rounds. See you later!" Katsu whispered before he disappeared. Ali walked into the office, totally ignoring the fact her uniform was so dirty it gave away that she had to break up a brawl in one of the local bars.
Kiara, in the middle of her conversation with Aoshi, heard the door open and turned to see who it was. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw her best friend, Ali, her blue uniform tattered and covered in mud and a purple bruise decorated her right cheek.
"Could you excuse me for a second, Shiomori-sama?" She asked Aoshi who nodded and turned to Saitou. Kiara took her moment of freedom and rushed over to Ali. "May I ask what the hell happened??" Kiara whispered frantically.
Ali sheepishly grinned. "The usual. I had to stop a brawl and I got dragged into it." Kiara rolled her eyes. "Lemme guess, Sanouske Sagara?" Ali nodded. Kiara rubbed her forehead in frustration. Sanouske was one of the men that got into a lot of brawls. "Will that man ever learn a lesson?" She groaned.
"Well, he wasn't drunk, just picked a fight with a drunk." Ali sighed, shifting weight onto another foot.
Kiara felt like marching over to where that baka lived and threaten to cut off the only thing that would let him have children if she didn't think he was the cutest guy in probably all of Tokyo.
Oh my kami. I DIDN'T just have those thoughts about Sanouske Sagara, the sake boy. Over the few weeks she had known the rooster head, she noticed that all the man would drink was sake. Ali had started calling him sake boy because she could never remember his name.
"We'll deal with him later." Kiara moaned and turned back to Aoshi and Saitou.
"Well, if it's okay with you, Aoshi-sama, I have the address of Himura. You can accompany us if you want to." She said, hoping to kami Aoshi wasn't able to recognize her voice since she hadn't bothered to disguise it.
Aoshi nodded and straight away recognized her voice. She doesn't want to get caught. Reasonable. He'd known it was her the instant he gazed into her deep, rare, violet eyes. It was like he had fallen in love all over again. He nodded and began to follow her out the door.
"Let's see. If I remember correctly, Himura-san's house is over here somewhere." Aoshi was paying little attention to Kiara's friend or assistant or whatever she was. He concentrated more on Kiara's beautiful features.
She had her usual flaming red hair tucked in her officer hat and she somehow hid the cross shaped scar that adorned her right cheek. He followed her in silence, wondering how to start up a conversation with his old lover when a voice tended to shock the three of them.
"Hey guys! Where are you going?" Kiara turned to the feminine voice and saw Kamiya (A/N: Did I spell that right??) Kaoru waving to the three of them. "Hello, Kaoru-chan." Kiara greeted properly as she walked over to one of her friends. Kaoru had the usual smile on her face as she greeted them all and bowed to Aoshi. "And hello, Shinomori-sama."
Aoshi stiffly nodded as he saw Kiara eye him. "Hello." He replied and, got a semi-wide-eyed from Kiara as a response. "Can I do anything for you today?" Kaou asked, not failing to show her usual annoying cheerful voice.
Kiara nodded. "As a matter of fact, there is. Where is Ken-san?" she asked. Kaoru's smile widened at the mention of her husband.
"He's at home, did you want to see him?" she asked as she turned to the direction of the Kamiya dojo. Kiara nodded and followed the over ecstatic Kaoru to the dojo.
Sano yawned as his best friend Kenshin finished up the rest of the laundry. "Don't you ever get tired of that?" Sano asked through a crack in his mouth and closed eyes. He didn't need to be a psychic to guess what his answer would be. "I do it because Kaoru has no time to."
Sano rolled his eyes. "Your never going to make Jou-chan do the laundry, that's what your saying." Kenshin nodded sheepishly.
Sano chuckled. "What's the matter? Afraid your going to be beaten up by your wife?" This comment made Kenshin blush. Sa no's talk with Kenshin and semi-nap was interrupted by the two people he definitely didn't want to see.
Kiara rolled her eyes as she saw Sanosuke Sagara, perhaps the only person she would have wanted to see. He'd been nice when she'd disguised herself as a guy and joined the Sakihotai; he had welcomed her and the two became fast friends.
This Sano, however, was different. This Sano; who was the most irritating man Kiara had the misfortune of meeting; the one who had earned the title sake boy because of his ability to drink more sake than even the biggest alcoholics, who was so irritating it attracted her, who was so handsome she was surprised she didn't drool when she saw him, who she always had weak knees when he was an inch from her face in one of those 'fights' she always had with him. NOT again! I'm NOT thinking about Sano in that way! She glanced at Aoshi who seemed to be distracted by something for he diverted his eyes from her as soon as their eyes met.
Besides, I already have Aoshi. Even though he didn't try to see if I really was dead or not, even though when she had always said 'aishitteru' and he only said 'daisuki' (A/N: If I spelled that wrong, let me know). Wait.I.I don't love Aoshi; I merely think of him as a friend now, ever since Misao came along. I'll let her have him. She need him more than I do.
Aoshi paid little attention to the conversation that started, for his thoughts began to slip to Misao; they had done that a lot lately. He began to think he should have invited her to come along as well, for she would have wanted to say hello to the Battousai and everyone else.
He began to think a bout Misao in ways he shouldn't have as he felt a poke and a voice. "Shinomori-sama? Shinomori-sama?" Aoshi jumped out of his daydream to see Kiara tapping on his shoulder and trying to get his attention.
"Aa?" Kiara rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Kenshin-san, do you remember watching your sister, Kiara Himura die?" She felt a little bad as she saw her brother stiffen. ".Yes." He said, quietly.
This made Kiara fell even worse. She remembered that day as clear as a crystal.
She had never seen her brother that angry before. His eyes were that burning amber color and he was giving her his death glare. She was more scared than ever. Something had driven her brother to the extreme. He chased her until she reached the edge off a cliff and turned to see her brother glaring at her. It was then she saw a cut on his left cheek that went over his other scar.
It must have been fresh because it was still bleeding. Kiara's gaze fell and landed on her brother's sword. It was covered in blood. "You disgrace the family!" She didn't need to know what he was talking about. He knew about her involvement with the Sakihotai.
"I've done no such thing!" She shouted. Kenshin snarled and it happened. Kiara felt the raw sharpness of the blade as it was inserted into her stomach. Her vision went blurry and she fell of the cliff into the rushing river below.
Kiara nodded shakily as the memory flooded back into her mind. "Well, we have reason to believe your sister is still alive." As she said this, she saw hope rush into Kenshin's eyes. "Honto?" He gasped. "I truly thought she was dead, that I did."
Ali got a weird feeling in her gut as they talked about Kiara when she was already there. "No, we have found a number of her articles in an inn not to far from here." As Ali explained what she had 'found' there, she noticed that Kiara was breathing a little hard and was grasping her stomach.
It was happening again. Since she was also the sprite of element that Saitou was originally looking for, Kiara had always felt a burning feeling inside her stomach when her inner ki was burning to be let out.
She slipped away from the scene, hopefully unnoticed, and felt inside of the Kamiya dojo. Inside, she dropped to the ground in pain. Soon, she got the power surge under control and got off the ground. It was then when she noticed a certain name plate on the wall of students. She neared it and read the Japanese calligraphy. Souzo Sagara. (A/N: Again, NO idea is I even have the right name) Kiara gasped as the pain returned, this time stronger than before.
She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she pulled off the name plate and whispered the incantation of fire. Her hand was smothered in a flame and she used it to burn off the wood behind the name plate. She reached into the hole she'd made, but the darkness was quicker and she met unconsciousness a little early.
Anime_angel123: Soooo..whadya think off that??? Eh? Hu? Hm?
Murasaki: It-
Anime_angel123: Was a piece off crap. We already know what you think of it. Anyway, people! Review, PLEASE!! I crave reviews even though I don't like flames, any kind of review would be good. Please!!