Hiya! It's been so long since I've written..well..I doubt anyone is gonna even look at this. But I missed writing so here I am! Hope you enjoy it. Please check out my first two chaps first. Might help.
I don't own kenshin.
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A Rebellious Puppet
Kaoru watched the retreating figure and let out a long held in breath. He hadn't killed her. She was still alive. And so was Sano. Her thoughts were filled of Sano and the mysterious assassin just as her eyes were filled with tears. She had almost lost her friend.
She had almost lost her life.
Turning to Sano, the young woman knelt by him and surveyed his body. His shirt had been torn slightly and barely clung to his body. Some bruises trailed their way up the young man's chest and did not stop at his face. And as Kaoru's eyes traveled up the path of bruises, they came in counter with his eyes, which were open, had been open, for the past few minutes.
"Why did he run?"
Kaoru smiled and gestured to the oncoming villagers, still in the distance but close enough to easily hear. "Our saviors. They must have scared him off." Yet even Sanosuke could see that her smile was barely being held in place.
"Are you going to cry?"
"Don't be so heartless. I have already cried.."
"I'm sorry Jou-chan. I was only concerned."
Kaoru's smile quivered into a laugh. "You? Concerned?" The laughter continued long after the humor evaporated. Soon, the young broken girl was crying.
How can I cry? I must be strong, for Sanosuke.
The strong, yet deeply affected woman reached up her hands to wipe away her tears. But, before her trembling hand could reach high enough a villager appeared next to her, ahead of the group.
He ignored her tears, and immediately yanked her to her feet. "Woman. What happened here? Where has the flame-haired demon run to?"
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"Well, sir, your mission was accomplished. If you can call it that." The red-haired man stood before his employer, eyes colder than death, or maybe filled with death.
For once, the young man, who always was in charge, always knew what his assassins were thinking, seemed at a loss.
But his mouth quickly turned into a smirk.
"Why, Kenshin. Are you still angry that you know the name of the young Kaoru. My spies tell me that you tried to kill her. Against orders." The man, whose face was frozen in a smirk, the smirk not reaching his eyes. The eyes that stared at the man opposite him as he tried to not only look, but see his soul, feel his thoughts, and once more, control him.
"Why did you do this Kenshin?"
When the assassin did not answer, a silence settled. A long, cold, rebellious silence.
"Kenshin, answer me. Or else I will do my worst. And you will have to do as I say, because I want you to." He paused for effect, as if he were on a stage. But all his assassins were his puppets so he might as well be.
"Because I own you."
With those words, Kenshin looked at the man, his eyes draining of death and filling with hatred. The eyes seemed to reflect off light that did not exist. "Fine. What is my next mission? To kill her?"
He would have smirked if he were not already. "No. You are to become something less than an assassin. A wanderer. This is your test to prove if you can be free. If you can work as something you wish to do. I want you to become part of our Kaoru's life. I want her to trust you. Trust you with her life. And then I want you to put meanings to those words. At my order of course."
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The bastard. Making me do something that I wasn't trained to do. I'm trained to kill. I should have rebelled. But then what? I deserve death, but I can't seem to meet it. Not even halfway.
Kenshin's thoughts crowded his already filled mind as he walked down the street towards the florist's. He spotted the place quickly, as the sign was very bright and attracted his eyes.
And he attracted everyone else's.
Ignoring the crowd and the staring eyes, the assassin, or ex-assassin as he thought, walked into the flower-filled room. His eyes quickly found the girl in charge and asked her if he could speak with Jako.
Grinning, the girl murmured, "You would like to speak to Jackass?"
Underneath the layer of coldness, a slight annoyance fluttered. "Jako. Yes."
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"Ahh my dear friend, Kenshin."
Keeping silent, Kenshin stared down at the short, fat man.
"No? Not a friend, I see. What can I do then?" His grin didn't touch his eyes.
They probably will when he hears my request.
"I need to change. To become a happier looking person."
Suddenly the grin vanished off the other man. "A happier looking person?"
"Yes. I know you're a flower man." But you're the only one who won't blabber to the top men. And I could care less for the lower ones.
Kenshin looked uneasy. As uneasy as an unchanging face could.
"You could smile."
"I meant clothes-wise and you know it."
"Ahh well then I have the best thing." Jako's laugh broke Kenshin's stare and he turned and walked out the back door, to a small dressing room. His last words that Kenshin heard sounded as if he found everything about Kenshin's remark amusing.
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No. "No."
Jako replied calmly, "This isn't a joke, Kenshin. This is all I have. Take it or leave it."
"I'll leave it."
"No you won't, you need this for a mission, if I'm correct." His face was still calm, like water. Before a fountain of laughter.
"I said I'll leave it."
"No matter what you say, it's still the only thing I have," said Jako, thrusting out the clothes.
"You're lying."
"What would I gain if I were lying?" The words were obviously false, considering the cloth he was holding.
Kenshin stared coldly at the man and then the cloth. "A good laugh."
"Fine then."
Kenshin turned to leave. But his mission kept him here. Those cruel words kept resounding in his head.
"Because I own you."
With his back still to the florist, he said the fateful words that would keep Jako laughing for days. "Fine. But I won't change here."
"The assassin is modest?"
"I don't want to make your day even better."
Grinning, Jako replied, "Oh you already have." And he tossed the pink garment over. "Just think of it as maroon."
Kenshin grabbed the clothes without having to look at the shopkeeper. He slowly, carefully, left the florist shop and tried to ignore the howls of laughter from Jako he heard behind him. I wonder if he knew I would go through this..
I wonder if he planned it.
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tada the ending. REVIEW!! REVIEW REVIEW. Even if all you have to say is that you're on fire or something. ;-; I'll read it and feel bad for you and then quietly leave the room. So review!!!! and yes I'm corny and I'm happy bout it! ^_^ oh special thanks to:.......RACHEL!!! my buddy who helps me write. O_o;...
I don't own kenshin.
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A Rebellious Puppet
Kaoru watched the retreating figure and let out a long held in breath. He hadn't killed her. She was still alive. And so was Sano. Her thoughts were filled of Sano and the mysterious assassin just as her eyes were filled with tears. She had almost lost her friend.
She had almost lost her life.
Turning to Sano, the young woman knelt by him and surveyed his body. His shirt had been torn slightly and barely clung to his body. Some bruises trailed their way up the young man's chest and did not stop at his face. And as Kaoru's eyes traveled up the path of bruises, they came in counter with his eyes, which were open, had been open, for the past few minutes.
"Why did he run?"
Kaoru smiled and gestured to the oncoming villagers, still in the distance but close enough to easily hear. "Our saviors. They must have scared him off." Yet even Sanosuke could see that her smile was barely being held in place.
"Are you going to cry?"
"Don't be so heartless. I have already cried.."
"I'm sorry Jou-chan. I was only concerned."
Kaoru's smile quivered into a laugh. "You? Concerned?" The laughter continued long after the humor evaporated. Soon, the young broken girl was crying.
How can I cry? I must be strong, for Sanosuke.
The strong, yet deeply affected woman reached up her hands to wipe away her tears. But, before her trembling hand could reach high enough a villager appeared next to her, ahead of the group.
He ignored her tears, and immediately yanked her to her feet. "Woman. What happened here? Where has the flame-haired demon run to?"
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"Well, sir, your mission was accomplished. If you can call it that." The red-haired man stood before his employer, eyes colder than death, or maybe filled with death.
For once, the young man, who always was in charge, always knew what his assassins were thinking, seemed at a loss.
But his mouth quickly turned into a smirk.
"Why, Kenshin. Are you still angry that you know the name of the young Kaoru. My spies tell me that you tried to kill her. Against orders." The man, whose face was frozen in a smirk, the smirk not reaching his eyes. The eyes that stared at the man opposite him as he tried to not only look, but see his soul, feel his thoughts, and once more, control him.
"Why did you do this Kenshin?"
When the assassin did not answer, a silence settled. A long, cold, rebellious silence.
"Kenshin, answer me. Or else I will do my worst. And you will have to do as I say, because I want you to." He paused for effect, as if he were on a stage. But all his assassins were his puppets so he might as well be.
"Because I own you."
With those words, Kenshin looked at the man, his eyes draining of death and filling with hatred. The eyes seemed to reflect off light that did not exist. "Fine. What is my next mission? To kill her?"
He would have smirked if he were not already. "No. You are to become something less than an assassin. A wanderer. This is your test to prove if you can be free. If you can work as something you wish to do. I want you to become part of our Kaoru's life. I want her to trust you. Trust you with her life. And then I want you to put meanings to those words. At my order of course."
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The bastard. Making me do something that I wasn't trained to do. I'm trained to kill. I should have rebelled. But then what? I deserve death, but I can't seem to meet it. Not even halfway.
Kenshin's thoughts crowded his already filled mind as he walked down the street towards the florist's. He spotted the place quickly, as the sign was very bright and attracted his eyes.
And he attracted everyone else's.
Ignoring the crowd and the staring eyes, the assassin, or ex-assassin as he thought, walked into the flower-filled room. His eyes quickly found the girl in charge and asked her if he could speak with Jako.
Grinning, the girl murmured, "You would like to speak to Jackass?"
Underneath the layer of coldness, a slight annoyance fluttered. "Jako. Yes."
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"Ahh my dear friend, Kenshin."
Keeping silent, Kenshin stared down at the short, fat man.
"No? Not a friend, I see. What can I do then?" His grin didn't touch his eyes.
They probably will when he hears my request.
"I need to change. To become a happier looking person."
Suddenly the grin vanished off the other man. "A happier looking person?"
"Yes. I know you're a flower man." But you're the only one who won't blabber to the top men. And I could care less for the lower ones.
Kenshin looked uneasy. As uneasy as an unchanging face could.
"You could smile."
"I meant clothes-wise and you know it."
"Ahh well then I have the best thing." Jako's laugh broke Kenshin's stare and he turned and walked out the back door, to a small dressing room. His last words that Kenshin heard sounded as if he found everything about Kenshin's remark amusing.
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No. "No."
Jako replied calmly, "This isn't a joke, Kenshin. This is all I have. Take it or leave it."
"I'll leave it."
"No you won't, you need this for a mission, if I'm correct." His face was still calm, like water. Before a fountain of laughter.
"I said I'll leave it."
"No matter what you say, it's still the only thing I have," said Jako, thrusting out the clothes.
"You're lying."
"What would I gain if I were lying?" The words were obviously false, considering the cloth he was holding.
Kenshin stared coldly at the man and then the cloth. "A good laugh."
"Fine then."
Kenshin turned to leave. But his mission kept him here. Those cruel words kept resounding in his head.
"Because I own you."
With his back still to the florist, he said the fateful words that would keep Jako laughing for days. "Fine. But I won't change here."
"The assassin is modest?"
"I don't want to make your day even better."
Grinning, Jako replied, "Oh you already have." And he tossed the pink garment over. "Just think of it as maroon."
Kenshin grabbed the clothes without having to look at the shopkeeper. He slowly, carefully, left the florist shop and tried to ignore the howls of laughter from Jako he heard behind him. I wonder if he knew I would go through this..
I wonder if he planned it.
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tada the ending. REVIEW!! REVIEW REVIEW. Even if all you have to say is that you're on fire or something. ;-; I'll read it and feel bad for you and then quietly leave the room. So review!!!! and yes I'm corny and I'm happy bout it! ^_^ oh special thanks to:.......RACHEL!!! my buddy who helps me write. O_o;...
