Nameless Hitokiri: Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Let me tell you a storeeeee,
Let me spin you a threadddd,
But if I say I own RK,
Then they will sue-oo me deadddd.
~*~
When Hitokiri awoke from her haunted dreams the first sight to greet her blurred eyes was the gentle face of Captain Sagara' as he carefully shook her to wakefulness he asked her "Are you well? You cried out in your sleep, so I was forced to wake you. What was it that caused you such displeasure in your sleep?"
"Please, be so kind and don't ask. I cannot control my dreams, but I can keep myself from the truth in my waking hours." She shook her head to clear her vision.
~*~ Later That Day
Captain Sagara and the hitokiri sat at the river's edge and cast out their lines (basically they went fishing) and watched as Sanosuke and Katsu argued over just about everything a human can think to argue over. "Is it really true that you have no name?" Sagara asked with the fascination of a child.
"I was never given one that I could remember, I was orphaned at six and my Sensei, Sachiko, raised me from six to fourteen called me "Apprentice" and had no other name for me." She shrugged casually, "I never gave the matter much thought, I guess it's what I'm accustomed to."
"I should like to call you by some form of name although I only travel with you until we reach the Choshu."
"Call me what you want, I'll never be delivered into their hands again, and we can't travel for a good few weeks as you have business in this area." Hitokiri tossed her head triumphantly.
"Then I'll call you Shunka," He smiled a sweet innocent smile that made Hitokiri surrender a slight smile, "because you are like the mountain's flower that I must first climb a mountain to reach."
"I'd prefer Yuki, because I am like snow, I look friendly but I'll freeze your fingers off if you touch me." Hitokiri smirked.
"I thought that you didn't care. Oh well, how about Rin because you're so cold and unwelcoming to people." He laughed at her scowl and crooned "I'll let you call me Souzou if you will be my Rin." He guided her face to his and softly pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss meaning no harm; which was why her reaction shocked him. She delivered upon his cheek a forcible smack that caused red to rise in his pale cheek.
"Don't you ever do that again, I DON'T want your kisses or sweet talk, you can call me Eiga (A/N: Eiga is a name meaning "Long River"), let that be a reminder that my heart is not easily won and may it help you remember that I HATE your kisses!" Eiga stormed off her cheeks the color of beets with outrage at his behavior.
Sano and Katsu watched curiously as Eiga stormed off and Captain Sagara's expression turned into stone.
"God, I'll never understand girls they never TELL you what they want, and she's especially nasty, what a waste of time." Sano exclaimed at Eiga's behahior.
"You're right Sanosuke, I have much better things to busy myself with than a deserting Hitokiri."
~*~ The Next Day
The sun was at its highest and glared down mercilessly upon the Sekihoutai, Eiga had been given menial and discriminating tasks since sun- up such as cooking and laundry. She had finally escaped the labor and was swiftly making her way to the conference tent seeking out Captain Sagara. She felt she needed to apologize for her reaction to his affection, it wasn't like he had meant to hurt her in any way, it wasn't his fault she had freaked out. She burst into the tent and cried out "Souzou, I need to-"
"You are to address me as Captain. As of now you are considered a prisoner of war and are to answer to us. Your presence is not required here, you should not be placing yourself in affairs best left to men."
"I know of some meals that require cooking, why not go about a woman's work?" added an officer of the Sekihoutai (whose name is irrelevant) his words stuck Eiga as if they were physical blows.
"You would be more required cooking than you are in a meeting, go busy yourself but be prepared to march early tomorrow, we are headed towards the Choshu." Eiga left with tears in her eyes and accompanied by peals of masculine laughter.
A/N: R&R, once more, I want reviews.
Disclaimer: Let me tell you a storeeeee,
Let me spin you a threadddd,
But if I say I own RK,
Then they will sue-oo me deadddd.
~*~
When Hitokiri awoke from her haunted dreams the first sight to greet her blurred eyes was the gentle face of Captain Sagara' as he carefully shook her to wakefulness he asked her "Are you well? You cried out in your sleep, so I was forced to wake you. What was it that caused you such displeasure in your sleep?"
"Please, be so kind and don't ask. I cannot control my dreams, but I can keep myself from the truth in my waking hours." She shook her head to clear her vision.
~*~ Later That Day
Captain Sagara and the hitokiri sat at the river's edge and cast out their lines (basically they went fishing) and watched as Sanosuke and Katsu argued over just about everything a human can think to argue over. "Is it really true that you have no name?" Sagara asked with the fascination of a child.
"I was never given one that I could remember, I was orphaned at six and my Sensei, Sachiko, raised me from six to fourteen called me "Apprentice" and had no other name for me." She shrugged casually, "I never gave the matter much thought, I guess it's what I'm accustomed to."
"I should like to call you by some form of name although I only travel with you until we reach the Choshu."
"Call me what you want, I'll never be delivered into their hands again, and we can't travel for a good few weeks as you have business in this area." Hitokiri tossed her head triumphantly.
"Then I'll call you Shunka," He smiled a sweet innocent smile that made Hitokiri surrender a slight smile, "because you are like the mountain's flower that I must first climb a mountain to reach."
"I'd prefer Yuki, because I am like snow, I look friendly but I'll freeze your fingers off if you touch me." Hitokiri smirked.
"I thought that you didn't care. Oh well, how about Rin because you're so cold and unwelcoming to people." He laughed at her scowl and crooned "I'll let you call me Souzou if you will be my Rin." He guided her face to his and softly pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss meaning no harm; which was why her reaction shocked him. She delivered upon his cheek a forcible smack that caused red to rise in his pale cheek.
"Don't you ever do that again, I DON'T want your kisses or sweet talk, you can call me Eiga (A/N: Eiga is a name meaning "Long River"), let that be a reminder that my heart is not easily won and may it help you remember that I HATE your kisses!" Eiga stormed off her cheeks the color of beets with outrage at his behavior.
Sano and Katsu watched curiously as Eiga stormed off and Captain Sagara's expression turned into stone.
"God, I'll never understand girls they never TELL you what they want, and she's especially nasty, what a waste of time." Sano exclaimed at Eiga's behahior.
"You're right Sanosuke, I have much better things to busy myself with than a deserting Hitokiri."
~*~ The Next Day
The sun was at its highest and glared down mercilessly upon the Sekihoutai, Eiga had been given menial and discriminating tasks since sun- up such as cooking and laundry. She had finally escaped the labor and was swiftly making her way to the conference tent seeking out Captain Sagara. She felt she needed to apologize for her reaction to his affection, it wasn't like he had meant to hurt her in any way, it wasn't his fault she had freaked out. She burst into the tent and cried out "Souzou, I need to-"
"You are to address me as Captain. As of now you are considered a prisoner of war and are to answer to us. Your presence is not required here, you should not be placing yourself in affairs best left to men."
"I know of some meals that require cooking, why not go about a woman's work?" added an officer of the Sekihoutai (whose name is irrelevant) his words stuck Eiga as if they were physical blows.
"You would be more required cooking than you are in a meeting, go busy yourself but be prepared to march early tomorrow, we are headed towards the Choshu." Eiga left with tears in her eyes and accompanied by peals of masculine laughter.
A/N: R&R, once more, I want reviews.
