:: Chapter 5: Enter, Himura ::
Shishio's harsh laugh resounded in the dead quiet after her scream. "Scream all you want, girl. No one is here to hear you."
Kaoru felt salty tears fall down her face. She shuddered at the rough bandages that scraped her skin. A sharp gasp came from her throat as she felt Shishio's hand grasp her thighs.
And then, suddenly, he loosened his grip. "Shit!"
Kaoru blinked a few times before she noticed that his fingers were bent in a strange way. Backwards. "What the . . . did I do that?"
Shishio cursed. "You think you could do this? My ass you could. Who did that? Come out!"
The only sound was of the leaves swishing in the wind.
Shishio chuckled. In a split second, he grabbed Kaoru by the neck with a deathly-tight grip using his other hand. "Come out or the girl gets it."
Kaoru gasped as she started to get dizzy. Help, someone help . . .
In another split second, Shishio screamed and clutched as his wrist, now jutting at a strange position. Kaoru collapsed onto the pavement, panting.
A short redhead walked into the light. Casually, over his shoulder, he propped a strange looking katana. "Eh, I'm sorry . . . but you shouldn't hurt women, that you shouldn't."
Shishio stood up, grasping his sword. "Who the hell are you?"
The redhead looked up, and his eyes were a strange amber. He blinked, and they turned into a deep purple. "I don't think you are in the position to ask questions . . ."
Shishio snarled, and pointed at him. "Men, GET HIM!"
The gang surrounding Shishio all lunged forward with their swords. The sound of metal and gunshots filled the air. Kaoru screamed.
Shishio turned back to her, grinning wickedly. "Thought that red-headed midget could save you?"
"Yes."
Shishio turned around, and there stood Kenshin, calmly straightening his shirt. "Well, since I'm the only one not in your gang, I think it's left to me to save her." Behind him were a pile of knocked-out Juppon Gatana.
Shishio had never bolted so fast.
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"Kaoru! Oh my KAMI, what HAPPENED?" Misao shrieked in hysterical tears.
"Jo-chan, I swear, you're not getting out of my sight for a LONG LONG time."
Kaoru said nothing, only gingerly stroked her bruised arms. "I . . ."
"Kaoru," Misao said, kneeling next to Kaoru, "What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened," said a police officer that walked in. "I'm Officer Kaede." She extended her hand, which Sano shook fervently. "She was a victim of the Juppon Gatana, who targeted her as their next victim."
"WHAT THE . . ." Sano stood up, pointing a finger at Kaoru. "Was it that Sou-whachamacallit guy?"
Kaoru nodded. Sano cursed very colorfully.
"THANKFULLY," Officer Kaede continued, cutting into the middle of a string of four lettered words, "There were no casualties and Ms. Kamiya is shaken, but unharmed."
"Officer," Misao said, "Aren't the Juppon Gatana one of most dangerous associations in Japan? So . . . what happened?"
"That we are not sure of yet. Ms. Kamiya has not proceeded to tell us."
"Jo-chan," Sano said, scratching his head, "What DID happen? Did you fight them off yourself or something . . .?"
"No . . ."
"Then what?"
Kaoru sank her head deeply into her knees. She could vividly remember his red hair. He had carried her to the police station, where he let her onto her own feet. "Now then, Miss," he said, bowing politely, "please don't go anywhere alone from now on." And then, he disappeared into the darkness.
And she never even said thank you.
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"Kaoru . . . are you SURE about this?"
For a few days, Kaoru had been severely shaken, jumping at little noises. However, in a week, Kaoru had returned to being the egotistical prima donna. "Of course, why not?"
Misao still looked uncertain. "I don't know if it's such a good idea, since it's only been about a week . . ."
Kaoru waved it off, laughing. "Oh, come on, I'm not made of crystallized sugar or anything. Besides, if I want to keep my role, I've got to train. Even Aoshi said so."
Misao's eyes clouded over dreamily at the strategically said name. "Aoshi- sama . . ."
Kaoru used this moment to push Misao into the limo. "Yep, Aoshi SAMA said so . . . and he's right, right Misao?"
"Hai . . ."
Sano grinned at a red light. "That's not nice, Jo-chan, taking use of weasel girl's weaknesses."
Kaoru shrugged in a mock innocence. "Moi?"
A few more minutes later, they arrived at a traditionally-designed piece of architecture. Kaoru wrinkled her nose. "Here? I didn't expect a world-class martial artist or anything, but at least more than this little shack!"
Sano shook his head in amusement. "It's called a dojo . . ."
Kaoru's eyes widened. "OOH! I see. So, who's my instructor?"
Sano dug into his pocket. "Er, hang on a sec." He proceeded to pull out bread crust, old gum, and a used tissue, before a piece of wrinkled paper. "Here we go!"
"Eww," Kaoru said while wrinkling her nose. "How'd you get the paper all moldy?"
He grinned sheepishly. "Eh, sorry . . ." He looked down at the splotched paper. "Eh . . . dunno the name of your instructor, that's where the mold grew . . . but he's a skilled martial artist, trained in kendo, as well as European fencing."
"Fame?"
"Nada."
Kaoru blew at her bangs. "Ah, well . . . at least no one famous would see me fall on my face. Let's go in."
As she walked in, two masked figures were prancing around. "What the . . ."
"Sheltered jo-chan, that's called fencing. Jo-chan?"
But Kaoru didn't respond. She stood in awe, eyes darting from one graceful creature to the next. They were engaged in a dance of swords. It ended abruptly when the smaller of the two pointed the sword to the opponent's stomach that it ended.
The figure took off his mask to reveal short black hair. "I hate it when my baka-deshi beats me," he muttered. Throwing the mask to the other, he barked, "Put it back! That's punishment for winning!" And then walked over to where Kaoru and Sano were standing transfixed.
"Seijuuro Hiko, nice to meet you," he said, strongly shaking Sano's hand and then Kaoru's. Kaoru felt the blood rush out of her fingers at his strong grip. "I take it, miss, that you are Kamiya Kaoru?"
"Hai, nice to meet you. Are you . . ."
He laughed. "Me? A meer teacher? NEVER! I'm the owner of the dojo and master of the dojo."
Sano pointed to the smaller figure. "Then who's he?"
"He's the teacher, and my student. We were having some fun practicing."
"Then why are you master, if he beats you so easily?"
Hiko's face fell.
"Maa, maa, never mind!" Sano said hastily. "Well, shall we get started?"
"Yeah, lemme call your teacher over." He turned around. "BAKA-DESHI! GET YOUR POSTERIOR OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
The small figure walked over and took off his mask. A cascade of crimson hair flew out, and then settled into a straight sheet of vermilion. His violet eyes sparkled as he smiled. "Hello, sessha is Himura Kenshin. Sessha is honored to meet you, Kamiya-san."
Kaoru's mouth fell open. "Sweet Jesus, it's YOU!"
~~ End Chapter ~~ Yes, Kenshin's here. XD I'm sorry for not updating for very long, but I had a lot of homework and stuff. =) Just wondering . . . is it Seijuuro Hiko or Hiko Seijuuro or something else?
Kistsune KeNsHiN: Meet Himura, Himura Kenshin. XD
ReinaQueen: Why, what's going to happen to Kaoru? Get her butt saved by a bishonen.
Icebluedragon: Thanks, I hope you continue to like this.
L3all3yanime: Apparantly, I didn't update quickly at all. Sorry!
Midnight dreams: I'm not really sure how much I want to go with Kenshin either . . . no, I won't assassinate him off halfway or anything! =D
Falconess106: Ah, well, Snobby Kaoru got saved by Kenshin. I still say she's lucky.
Roses in bloom: Yes, I do hate you! BWAHAHA! No, just kidding. XD I'll try not to kill her off, k? Emphasis on try . . . ^^;;;
Ashcandy: I'll try to get it longer during Christmas updates or something, but trust me, I can't type very long . . .
Flyinangel777: Not that much evilness here, eh? =.=;;; I'm too nice to Kaoru XD
Setine: Milk was good! XD
Dark-love-dove: I guess I really haven't updated this time, huh . . . ^^ ;;; Sry!
Curls of Serenity: Entered. Himura Kenshin. =)
Moonlight's Sorrow: I'm sure Kaoru would've screamed "bloody, x-rated murder!" had she not panicked
Missaw: Ah, true, Shishio is oOogly. But other evil peoples are cool, like Soujiro. Cuz, seriously, how can anyone hate Sou-chan? He has those puppy eyes going on.
Shishio's harsh laugh resounded in the dead quiet after her scream. "Scream all you want, girl. No one is here to hear you."
Kaoru felt salty tears fall down her face. She shuddered at the rough bandages that scraped her skin. A sharp gasp came from her throat as she felt Shishio's hand grasp her thighs.
And then, suddenly, he loosened his grip. "Shit!"
Kaoru blinked a few times before she noticed that his fingers were bent in a strange way. Backwards. "What the . . . did I do that?"
Shishio cursed. "You think you could do this? My ass you could. Who did that? Come out!"
The only sound was of the leaves swishing in the wind.
Shishio chuckled. In a split second, he grabbed Kaoru by the neck with a deathly-tight grip using his other hand. "Come out or the girl gets it."
Kaoru gasped as she started to get dizzy. Help, someone help . . .
In another split second, Shishio screamed and clutched as his wrist, now jutting at a strange position. Kaoru collapsed onto the pavement, panting.
A short redhead walked into the light. Casually, over his shoulder, he propped a strange looking katana. "Eh, I'm sorry . . . but you shouldn't hurt women, that you shouldn't."
Shishio stood up, grasping his sword. "Who the hell are you?"
The redhead looked up, and his eyes were a strange amber. He blinked, and they turned into a deep purple. "I don't think you are in the position to ask questions . . ."
Shishio snarled, and pointed at him. "Men, GET HIM!"
The gang surrounding Shishio all lunged forward with their swords. The sound of metal and gunshots filled the air. Kaoru screamed.
Shishio turned back to her, grinning wickedly. "Thought that red-headed midget could save you?"
"Yes."
Shishio turned around, and there stood Kenshin, calmly straightening his shirt. "Well, since I'm the only one not in your gang, I think it's left to me to save her." Behind him were a pile of knocked-out Juppon Gatana.
Shishio had never bolted so fast.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
"Kaoru! Oh my KAMI, what HAPPENED?" Misao shrieked in hysterical tears.
"Jo-chan, I swear, you're not getting out of my sight for a LONG LONG time."
Kaoru said nothing, only gingerly stroked her bruised arms. "I . . ."
"Kaoru," Misao said, kneeling next to Kaoru, "What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened," said a police officer that walked in. "I'm Officer Kaede." She extended her hand, which Sano shook fervently. "She was a victim of the Juppon Gatana, who targeted her as their next victim."
"WHAT THE . . ." Sano stood up, pointing a finger at Kaoru. "Was it that Sou-whachamacallit guy?"
Kaoru nodded. Sano cursed very colorfully.
"THANKFULLY," Officer Kaede continued, cutting into the middle of a string of four lettered words, "There were no casualties and Ms. Kamiya is shaken, but unharmed."
"Officer," Misao said, "Aren't the Juppon Gatana one of most dangerous associations in Japan? So . . . what happened?"
"That we are not sure of yet. Ms. Kamiya has not proceeded to tell us."
"Jo-chan," Sano said, scratching his head, "What DID happen? Did you fight them off yourself or something . . .?"
"No . . ."
"Then what?"
Kaoru sank her head deeply into her knees. She could vividly remember his red hair. He had carried her to the police station, where he let her onto her own feet. "Now then, Miss," he said, bowing politely, "please don't go anywhere alone from now on." And then, he disappeared into the darkness.
And she never even said thank you.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
"Kaoru . . . are you SURE about this?"
For a few days, Kaoru had been severely shaken, jumping at little noises. However, in a week, Kaoru had returned to being the egotistical prima donna. "Of course, why not?"
Misao still looked uncertain. "I don't know if it's such a good idea, since it's only been about a week . . ."
Kaoru waved it off, laughing. "Oh, come on, I'm not made of crystallized sugar or anything. Besides, if I want to keep my role, I've got to train. Even Aoshi said so."
Misao's eyes clouded over dreamily at the strategically said name. "Aoshi- sama . . ."
Kaoru used this moment to push Misao into the limo. "Yep, Aoshi SAMA said so . . . and he's right, right Misao?"
"Hai . . ."
Sano grinned at a red light. "That's not nice, Jo-chan, taking use of weasel girl's weaknesses."
Kaoru shrugged in a mock innocence. "Moi?"
A few more minutes later, they arrived at a traditionally-designed piece of architecture. Kaoru wrinkled her nose. "Here? I didn't expect a world-class martial artist or anything, but at least more than this little shack!"
Sano shook his head in amusement. "It's called a dojo . . ."
Kaoru's eyes widened. "OOH! I see. So, who's my instructor?"
Sano dug into his pocket. "Er, hang on a sec." He proceeded to pull out bread crust, old gum, and a used tissue, before a piece of wrinkled paper. "Here we go!"
"Eww," Kaoru said while wrinkling her nose. "How'd you get the paper all moldy?"
He grinned sheepishly. "Eh, sorry . . ." He looked down at the splotched paper. "Eh . . . dunno the name of your instructor, that's where the mold grew . . . but he's a skilled martial artist, trained in kendo, as well as European fencing."
"Fame?"
"Nada."
Kaoru blew at her bangs. "Ah, well . . . at least no one famous would see me fall on my face. Let's go in."
As she walked in, two masked figures were prancing around. "What the . . ."
"Sheltered jo-chan, that's called fencing. Jo-chan?"
But Kaoru didn't respond. She stood in awe, eyes darting from one graceful creature to the next. They were engaged in a dance of swords. It ended abruptly when the smaller of the two pointed the sword to the opponent's stomach that it ended.
The figure took off his mask to reveal short black hair. "I hate it when my baka-deshi beats me," he muttered. Throwing the mask to the other, he barked, "Put it back! That's punishment for winning!" And then walked over to where Kaoru and Sano were standing transfixed.
"Seijuuro Hiko, nice to meet you," he said, strongly shaking Sano's hand and then Kaoru's. Kaoru felt the blood rush out of her fingers at his strong grip. "I take it, miss, that you are Kamiya Kaoru?"
"Hai, nice to meet you. Are you . . ."
He laughed. "Me? A meer teacher? NEVER! I'm the owner of the dojo and master of the dojo."
Sano pointed to the smaller figure. "Then who's he?"
"He's the teacher, and my student. We were having some fun practicing."
"Then why are you master, if he beats you so easily?"
Hiko's face fell.
"Maa, maa, never mind!" Sano said hastily. "Well, shall we get started?"
"Yeah, lemme call your teacher over." He turned around. "BAKA-DESHI! GET YOUR POSTERIOR OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
The small figure walked over and took off his mask. A cascade of crimson hair flew out, and then settled into a straight sheet of vermilion. His violet eyes sparkled as he smiled. "Hello, sessha is Himura Kenshin. Sessha is honored to meet you, Kamiya-san."
Kaoru's mouth fell open. "Sweet Jesus, it's YOU!"
~~ End Chapter ~~ Yes, Kenshin's here. XD I'm sorry for not updating for very long, but I had a lot of homework and stuff. =) Just wondering . . . is it Seijuuro Hiko or Hiko Seijuuro or something else?
Kistsune KeNsHiN: Meet Himura, Himura Kenshin. XD
ReinaQueen: Why, what's going to happen to Kaoru? Get her butt saved by a bishonen.
Icebluedragon: Thanks, I hope you continue to like this.
L3all3yanime: Apparantly, I didn't update quickly at all. Sorry!
Midnight dreams: I'm not really sure how much I want to go with Kenshin either . . . no, I won't assassinate him off halfway or anything! =D
Falconess106: Ah, well, Snobby Kaoru got saved by Kenshin. I still say she's lucky.
Roses in bloom: Yes, I do hate you! BWAHAHA! No, just kidding. XD I'll try not to kill her off, k? Emphasis on try . . . ^^;;;
Ashcandy: I'll try to get it longer during Christmas updates or something, but trust me, I can't type very long . . .
Flyinangel777: Not that much evilness here, eh? =.=;;; I'm too nice to Kaoru XD
Setine: Milk was good! XD
Dark-love-dove: I guess I really haven't updated this time, huh . . . ^^ ;;; Sry!
Curls of Serenity: Entered. Himura Kenshin. =)
Moonlight's Sorrow: I'm sure Kaoru would've screamed "bloody, x-rated murder!" had she not panicked
Missaw: Ah, true, Shishio is oOogly. But other evil peoples are cool, like Soujiro. Cuz, seriously, how can anyone hate Sou-chan? He has those puppy eyes going on.
