Double Trouble: Chapter 1
Konnichi'wa! Ok. I was planning to put a different Kenshin fic up as my first fic on ff.net, but in light of some things I've read in other fics (certain facts from the show, it seems), I gonna have to scrap that one. It makes me really sad, too, cause I loved it!! Ah well, at least my characters won't kill me anymore... they didn't like the fic.
Tomoko (OC from the soon-to-scrapped Kenshin fic I mentioned): YAY!!!
*sniff sniff* ANYHOW... who's gonna do the disclaimer? Kenshin?
Kenshin: I refuse, that I do!! You torture me enough in this fic!!
*glares at him, then turns to someone else* Sanosuke??
Sanosuke: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, whatever. *sighs* Duck-
Ooo oo! That's me!! *waves*
Sanosuke: -doesn't own any Rurouni Kenshin chars, places, or events except the ones in this fic that she made up. Like the old woman. So don't sue her. *blinks* What old woman?
*laughs nervously* Uh... uh... JUST READ THE FIC!! *runs away*
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"How does beef stew sound?"
Kaoru just HAD to say those words, Kenshin thought to himself as Ayama and Suzume's happy giggles stung like needles into his pounding head. He wished he'd stayed at the dojo. Lately, the hitokiri had been restless, and the effort of keeping him at bay was taking its toll. He sighed, hanging back a bit from his chattering group.
"Excuse me, sir."
Kenshin lifted his head off his chest. An old woman stood off to the side of the road. The swordsman put ton a false smile. "May I help you?" he asked, trying to sound cheerful.
"Your spirit seems troubled," she commented.
Kenshin dropped his smile. Something wasn't right here. "How can you tell?" he said suspiciously.
"One's eyes are the gateway to their soul."
Kenshin was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that there was no one else around, that he and the old lady were alone. "Who are you?" he demanded. This was NOT a normal person.
Her eyes glittered strangely. "What do you desire most?"
"Why?" He didn't trust this woman at all.
"I will grant it."
Was she serious!? After a moment, he decided it couldn't hurt, so he began thinking. What did he desire most? Immediately, his mind wandered to the source of his headache. Out loud, he said, "What I desire most... is to not have this damn conflict with the battousai go on in my head!"
Without warning, the pain in his head increased what seemed to be a hundredfold. Letting out a scream, he dropped to his knees, clutching his head. The pain spread throughout his body, into the very depths of his soul. Amidst this torture, one thought branded itself in his mind.
He was being torn in two.
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"Oh!"
Kaoru stopped suddenly and glanced back. "Where's Kenshin?"
"Don't tell me we lost him..." Yahiko sighed.
"C'mon!" Sanosuke protested. "Let's just goon without him! I'll bet he went back to the dojo or something. He didn't look like he was feeling very well when we left!"
"But Kenshin would say something to us, wouldn't he?" Kaoru said doubtfully. "If he did go back?"
"Don't worry about Ken-san," Megumi insisted. "He can handle himself. Sanosuke's right, let's go on. Kaoru started to nod-
-when a long scream spilt the air like a knife. And THAT did it for Kaoru. She took off running in the direction of the scream.
"Kaoru!!" Yahiko shouted, he and the other two chasing after her, leaving to the two young girls with Dr. Gensai. When they caught up to her, Kaoru was standing in the road looking horrified, hands covering her mouth. Sanosuke followed her gaze until he saw the source of her fright.
It was Kenshin, but not as they'd ever seen him before. He lay writhing on the ground, tears of pain pouring from wide violet eyes. He gripped his head tightly in his hands. However, even stranger and more terrifying than this was the man standing next to the swordsman. A redhead. In a white hakama and fuchsia gi.
With burning, amber eyes.
Hitokiri battousai.
Kenshin really had been torn in two.
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Author's Notes:
Short, yes, I know. My chappies tend to be short. Sigh. I wrote this in the middle of the night, so forgive me if something sounds off or someone's OOC. I'm actually quite proud of this fic! I'm eager to find out how the public likes it, so keep those reviews coming, k? As before, feel free to send in any ideas for this fic. And I do take requests for other fics, so send me those too! See ya next chappie!! ^ ^
Konnichi'wa! Ok. I was planning to put a different Kenshin fic up as my first fic on ff.net, but in light of some things I've read in other fics (certain facts from the show, it seems), I gonna have to scrap that one. It makes me really sad, too, cause I loved it!! Ah well, at least my characters won't kill me anymore... they didn't like the fic.
Tomoko (OC from the soon-to-scrapped Kenshin fic I mentioned): YAY!!!
*sniff sniff* ANYHOW... who's gonna do the disclaimer? Kenshin?
Kenshin: I refuse, that I do!! You torture me enough in this fic!!
*glares at him, then turns to someone else* Sanosuke??
Sanosuke: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, whatever. *sighs* Duck-
Ooo oo! That's me!! *waves*
Sanosuke: -doesn't own any Rurouni Kenshin chars, places, or events except the ones in this fic that she made up. Like the old woman. So don't sue her. *blinks* What old woman?
*laughs nervously* Uh... uh... JUST READ THE FIC!! *runs away*
~!_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~________~!~
"How does beef stew sound?"
Kaoru just HAD to say those words, Kenshin thought to himself as Ayama and Suzume's happy giggles stung like needles into his pounding head. He wished he'd stayed at the dojo. Lately, the hitokiri had been restless, and the effort of keeping him at bay was taking its toll. He sighed, hanging back a bit from his chattering group.
"Excuse me, sir."
Kenshin lifted his head off his chest. An old woman stood off to the side of the road. The swordsman put ton a false smile. "May I help you?" he asked, trying to sound cheerful.
"Your spirit seems troubled," she commented.
Kenshin dropped his smile. Something wasn't right here. "How can you tell?" he said suspiciously.
"One's eyes are the gateway to their soul."
Kenshin was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that there was no one else around, that he and the old lady were alone. "Who are you?" he demanded. This was NOT a normal person.
Her eyes glittered strangely. "What do you desire most?"
"Why?" He didn't trust this woman at all.
"I will grant it."
Was she serious!? After a moment, he decided it couldn't hurt, so he began thinking. What did he desire most? Immediately, his mind wandered to the source of his headache. Out loud, he said, "What I desire most... is to not have this damn conflict with the battousai go on in my head!"
Without warning, the pain in his head increased what seemed to be a hundredfold. Letting out a scream, he dropped to his knees, clutching his head. The pain spread throughout his body, into the very depths of his soul. Amidst this torture, one thought branded itself in his mind.
He was being torn in two.
____________________
"Oh!"
Kaoru stopped suddenly and glanced back. "Where's Kenshin?"
"Don't tell me we lost him..." Yahiko sighed.
"C'mon!" Sanosuke protested. "Let's just goon without him! I'll bet he went back to the dojo or something. He didn't look like he was feeling very well when we left!"
"But Kenshin would say something to us, wouldn't he?" Kaoru said doubtfully. "If he did go back?"
"Don't worry about Ken-san," Megumi insisted. "He can handle himself. Sanosuke's right, let's go on. Kaoru started to nod-
-when a long scream spilt the air like a knife. And THAT did it for Kaoru. She took off running in the direction of the scream.
"Kaoru!!" Yahiko shouted, he and the other two chasing after her, leaving to the two young girls with Dr. Gensai. When they caught up to her, Kaoru was standing in the road looking horrified, hands covering her mouth. Sanosuke followed her gaze until he saw the source of her fright.
It was Kenshin, but not as they'd ever seen him before. He lay writhing on the ground, tears of pain pouring from wide violet eyes. He gripped his head tightly in his hands. However, even stranger and more terrifying than this was the man standing next to the swordsman. A redhead. In a white hakama and fuchsia gi.
With burning, amber eyes.
Hitokiri battousai.
Kenshin really had been torn in two.
~!_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~_______~!~________!~
Author's Notes:
Short, yes, I know. My chappies tend to be short. Sigh. I wrote this in the middle of the night, so forgive me if something sounds off or someone's OOC. I'm actually quite proud of this fic! I'm eager to find out how the public likes it, so keep those reviews coming, k? As before, feel free to send in any ideas for this fic. And I do take requests for other fics, so send me those too! See ya next chappie!! ^ ^