Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
I also don't own the script to the play "Done To Death", which I had the
honor of being a part of this past Fall. Much of the inspiration for the
first few lines comes from the 'Jack Club' scene of that play. So I give
credit to Fred Carmichael on that one.
A/N: Okay. Here's the setting!
Everything is black and white. Soft music plays in the background. A female's voice singing in her lullaby tune, her voice hypnotizing, yet it doesn't drown out the sound of the old style music. (The way voices seem to these days.) A small office with a desk sitting in the middle, the door sitting in front of it. The only other comfort a small window to the right of the desk.
Hehe. This should be fun.
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Himura Kenshin entered his small office, a light grin spread across his lips. The day had passed and the sun was slowly dying at the hands of the moon. Its orange and yellow blood filled the skies and mesmerized the eyes of many.
Kenshin's voice sounded smoothly, narrating the rough scene as he moved swiftly to his desk.
'It was a cold night. That could only be rivaled by the hearts that walked the streets of the city. It had been a rough day. Deception was my mistress. My name. . . is Himura Kenshin!'
Kenshin went over to his chair. He was wearing a black suit, a normal white button up dress shirt underneath of it, with a gray tie to accent it all. Swiftly he removed the jacket of his suit, and threw it over the chair. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he leaned over his desk and removed a bottle of vodka. Carefully, he poured the vodka into a shot glass, raising it to his lips and drinking it quickly, before slamming it back on the table, and taking a swig from the bottle.
Shaking his head he placed the bottle back in the draw he retrieved it from, and ran his tongue softly over his lips.
'Suddenly I got this funneh' feelin' in my gut. That's when I knew this wasn't gonna be an ordinary day. I waited. Then she came in.'
Kenshin looked up, just as he sat down in the chair behind his desk, propping his black shoed feet up on top of the desk. He looked to his door, and the silhouette of a woman appeared in front of it, blocking out the words that were so carefully printed onto the glass. 'Himura Kenshin. Private Detective.'
The brass doorknob turned, and in stepped a woman, closing the door behind her. Kenshin looked up, intrigued.
Takani Megumi stepped in through the door, closing it softly behind her. Her long black hair fell gracefully to her waist, while straying strands fell in front of her eyes, giving her a mischievous fox-like look.
Fitting her form tightly was a tan trench coat, buttoned up and tied in the front. She grinned when she saw Kenshin, and moved quickly to the edge of the desk.
"I'm in trouble. I need your help." Her accent was thick and all-too- innocent.
"What do ya need, foxy?" Kenshin replied smoothly, testing her as his eyes scanned the length of her. She was intriguing. But nothing he hadn't seen before.
Megumi turned dramatically, leaning against the edge of his desk, with her back turned to him. Sniffling, she spoke, her voice betraying the show she tried to put on. "My husband, Sagara Sanosuke. He's gone missin' as of las' night and. . . I need your help. Las' time anybody saw him was at his workplace. He works at that ol' grocery store down the street. Ya know the one. They always have the specials on chicken. He worked the poultry counter." Suddenly she cried out. "Oh Detective!" She spun around quickly, facing him. "You've got ta help me find him!" She said, her voice rising in dramatic despair. It was than that she broke down into tears, hiding her face in her hands.
Kenshin got up calmly from his relaxed position and circled his desk, putting his arms around the woman. "Don't cry now. I'll find yer husband. What did you say your name was?" He asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.
"Takani Megumi." She sniffled, and then flung herself towards Kenshin. "Oh Detective!" She gasped, as she flung her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest. "I fear the worst. I fear. . . I fear my husband may be dead!" She sobbed, and Kenshin let a hand fall to her back, trying to be comforting.
"Calm down, Mrs. Takani. I'll take your case." He grinned as she lifted her face; tears welling in her eyes, surprisingly though, no tears had run down her cheeks. She smiled.
"Ya. . . Ya will?" She asked, her voice soft. When Kenshin nodded, she gasped aloud again. "Oh Detective!" She said. "Thank you!"
Megumi leaned up, her body still pressed against Kenshin's as she moved him back against his desk, and let her lips fall to his, her eyes closing tightly. Kenshin stumbled back, laying his hands flat on the desk before he eventually was able to break the kiss. Megumi looked crestfallen. "What's the matter detective?" She asked in her all-too-innocent tone.
Kenshin merely grinned though, and went over to a corner of the room, where a coat rack sat. He removed his button up trench coat from a hook, and flung it on, then placing his matching black hat over his head and tipping the front down over his eyes. Megumi watched silently.
"Business before pleasure, madam." Was all he said before he opened the door of his office, and left a flabbergasted Mrs. Takani behind.
He moved on then, and didn't stop moving until he was outside of his office. The light melody of the music that had been playing on his old radio still hung in the air. The woman's sweet and soft voice flooding the world around him as he walked the rainy streets in search of a clue -- A sign that would lead him to his first suspect in; 'The Case Of The Missing Rooster'.
'The night air was thick with the cold air that hung in it. Even the smallest breath left one staring at a small cloud in front of them. The dark streets were rainy, wet and covered with puddles, and the only source of light was the yellow glow that illuminated a small circumference under the street lamps. I walked on though, desperate for my first clue that would lead me to finding out what ~really~ happened that night.'
Kenshin made his way towards the first place he could think of to go. The scene of the crime. The last place the victim in question had been seen -- 'Kamiya Food Market.'
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A/N: Wow. This has got to be the most amusing thing I have written in a really long time. (Ever since Trigun Camera, anyway.)
Please review, and tell me what you think. It's a parody, by the way, for any of you who are wondering why they all are a bit out of character. I just thought it would be fun to throw my favorite characters from one of my favorite animes/mangas into this funny little scene.
If anyone has any constructive criticism, or a comment as to what I can do to improve the atmosphere or time setting and such, please, please don't hesitate to tell me so.
Thank you to all of you who review! You're a wonderful inspiration and a big help!
Arigato!
~Kimmy-kun
A/N: Okay. Here's the setting!
Everything is black and white. Soft music plays in the background. A female's voice singing in her lullaby tune, her voice hypnotizing, yet it doesn't drown out the sound of the old style music. (The way voices seem to these days.) A small office with a desk sitting in the middle, the door sitting in front of it. The only other comfort a small window to the right of the desk.
Hehe. This should be fun.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*
Himura Kenshin entered his small office, a light grin spread across his lips. The day had passed and the sun was slowly dying at the hands of the moon. Its orange and yellow blood filled the skies and mesmerized the eyes of many.
Kenshin's voice sounded smoothly, narrating the rough scene as he moved swiftly to his desk.
'It was a cold night. That could only be rivaled by the hearts that walked the streets of the city. It had been a rough day. Deception was my mistress. My name. . . is Himura Kenshin!'
Kenshin went over to his chair. He was wearing a black suit, a normal white button up dress shirt underneath of it, with a gray tie to accent it all. Swiftly he removed the jacket of his suit, and threw it over the chair. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he leaned over his desk and removed a bottle of vodka. Carefully, he poured the vodka into a shot glass, raising it to his lips and drinking it quickly, before slamming it back on the table, and taking a swig from the bottle.
Shaking his head he placed the bottle back in the draw he retrieved it from, and ran his tongue softly over his lips.
'Suddenly I got this funneh' feelin' in my gut. That's when I knew this wasn't gonna be an ordinary day. I waited. Then she came in.'
Kenshin looked up, just as he sat down in the chair behind his desk, propping his black shoed feet up on top of the desk. He looked to his door, and the silhouette of a woman appeared in front of it, blocking out the words that were so carefully printed onto the glass. 'Himura Kenshin. Private Detective.'
The brass doorknob turned, and in stepped a woman, closing the door behind her. Kenshin looked up, intrigued.
Takani Megumi stepped in through the door, closing it softly behind her. Her long black hair fell gracefully to her waist, while straying strands fell in front of her eyes, giving her a mischievous fox-like look.
Fitting her form tightly was a tan trench coat, buttoned up and tied in the front. She grinned when she saw Kenshin, and moved quickly to the edge of the desk.
"I'm in trouble. I need your help." Her accent was thick and all-too- innocent.
"What do ya need, foxy?" Kenshin replied smoothly, testing her as his eyes scanned the length of her. She was intriguing. But nothing he hadn't seen before.
Megumi turned dramatically, leaning against the edge of his desk, with her back turned to him. Sniffling, she spoke, her voice betraying the show she tried to put on. "My husband, Sagara Sanosuke. He's gone missin' as of las' night and. . . I need your help. Las' time anybody saw him was at his workplace. He works at that ol' grocery store down the street. Ya know the one. They always have the specials on chicken. He worked the poultry counter." Suddenly she cried out. "Oh Detective!" She spun around quickly, facing him. "You've got ta help me find him!" She said, her voice rising in dramatic despair. It was than that she broke down into tears, hiding her face in her hands.
Kenshin got up calmly from his relaxed position and circled his desk, putting his arms around the woman. "Don't cry now. I'll find yer husband. What did you say your name was?" He asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.
"Takani Megumi." She sniffled, and then flung herself towards Kenshin. "Oh Detective!" She gasped, as she flung her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest. "I fear the worst. I fear. . . I fear my husband may be dead!" She sobbed, and Kenshin let a hand fall to her back, trying to be comforting.
"Calm down, Mrs. Takani. I'll take your case." He grinned as she lifted her face; tears welling in her eyes, surprisingly though, no tears had run down her cheeks. She smiled.
"Ya. . . Ya will?" She asked, her voice soft. When Kenshin nodded, she gasped aloud again. "Oh Detective!" She said. "Thank you!"
Megumi leaned up, her body still pressed against Kenshin's as she moved him back against his desk, and let her lips fall to his, her eyes closing tightly. Kenshin stumbled back, laying his hands flat on the desk before he eventually was able to break the kiss. Megumi looked crestfallen. "What's the matter detective?" She asked in her all-too-innocent tone.
Kenshin merely grinned though, and went over to a corner of the room, where a coat rack sat. He removed his button up trench coat from a hook, and flung it on, then placing his matching black hat over his head and tipping the front down over his eyes. Megumi watched silently.
"Business before pleasure, madam." Was all he said before he opened the door of his office, and left a flabbergasted Mrs. Takani behind.
He moved on then, and didn't stop moving until he was outside of his office. The light melody of the music that had been playing on his old radio still hung in the air. The woman's sweet and soft voice flooding the world around him as he walked the rainy streets in search of a clue -- A sign that would lead him to his first suspect in; 'The Case Of The Missing Rooster'.
'The night air was thick with the cold air that hung in it. Even the smallest breath left one staring at a small cloud in front of them. The dark streets were rainy, wet and covered with puddles, and the only source of light was the yellow glow that illuminated a small circumference under the street lamps. I walked on though, desperate for my first clue that would lead me to finding out what ~really~ happened that night.'
Kenshin made his way towards the first place he could think of to go. The scene of the crime. The last place the victim in question had been seen -- 'Kamiya Food Market.'
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A/N: Wow. This has got to be the most amusing thing I have written in a really long time. (Ever since Trigun Camera, anyway.)
Please review, and tell me what you think. It's a parody, by the way, for any of you who are wondering why they all are a bit out of character. I just thought it would be fun to throw my favorite characters from one of my favorite animes/mangas into this funny little scene.
If anyone has any constructive criticism, or a comment as to what I can do to improve the atmosphere or time setting and such, please, please don't hesitate to tell me so.
Thank you to all of you who review! You're a wonderful inspiration and a big help!
Arigato!
~Kimmy-kun