Hi, folks. It's me again. I have FINALLY seen Kenshin's history in the TV series, which I say is better-looking than the OAV version. I am so glad that, the RK episodes that MOST count, I first saw in Japanese, not English. That would be the Sayonara and the history/ARNH eps. Nothing against dubs, but for RK the originals are better.
Thanks for all the initial support. Kenji really doesn't like his daddy very much, according to Watsuki; I just speculate WHY. JML-point well taken. I'll explain myself over the coming chapters. Yes, I own the Kaden, too. Firuze-nee-san-don't worry about me. I like JML for being a constructive reviewer. ^^
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Snow............a forest clearing.........
White plum flowers.....................snow...............
Blood...........
What does it all mean?
Himura............
Nee-san...........
I have a nee-san, I am sure...............
.................Himura...............met nee-san...............something happened.........something...........something........
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"I do not like wasting time," the white-haired man began as he sipped his tea. "If you know anything that is helpful to me, tell me quickly."
"But, where do we start?" Kaoru looked at her husband with apprehension.
"From the very beginning, of course."
"Maybe if you tell us first what you DO remember, we can tell you from there," Kenshin suggested.
The man bit his lip. "I am telling you, there is nothing I can recall," he pulled at his snowy hair.
"Three weeks ago, I found myself in a bed, surrounded by people in white coats, bandages all over my head and body. They said I was found floating in Tokyo Bay. They told me I was lucky I was found, luckier to be alive, with all the damages I had incurred. But for the life of me, I do not know how I got all those injuries. I do not know who would throw me into the sea as shark bait. I do not remember my name, who I am, who I used to be. They told me it was because of the blows to my head, that I would get it all back. It was not very assuring.
"I know it annoys you, but believe me, it annoys me even more than you would know," he said. "I can sense that you people know me, and I think you are hiding something from me. It would do you good not to. Now talk." He sighed. "Please."
Arrogant demeanor notwithstanding, the man's eyes begged the couple to answer. Earnest, seeking eyes. They could not be ignored. They must be told the truth.
"Name, age, living relations, what I do, where I live-why is that too hard to answer?" he implored.
"Please excuse us for a moment." Kenshin stood up, and motioned for his wife to follow. He had one of those looks that he rarely used, one that Kaoru knew not to contradict. She gave a final glance at her son, napping on the floor, and followed.
He led her to the kitchen.
"Allow sessha to do the talking. Add or subtract nothing."
She nodded, then looked up at him. "What will you tell him?"
"Only as much as he needs to know," he replied, eyes afar off.
Kaoru felt it, very strongly. Not fear. Just disquiet. He wanted so desperately to forget the past. He was being asked to remember it, and retell it.
A little after Kenji's first birthday, he had gone to a barber and had most of his long locks cut off. He was now sporting a moptop. The scars would keep reminding him of a terrible past, but at least his hair no longer had to. It was a time for new, happier memories.
And if he had to remember a terrible past, she would be there to help him through it. Her hand in his, told him so. He smiled gratefully.
"And..........Misao?" she inquired. "When do I wire Kyoto?"
Misao had constantly pestered the Himuras for any information they might have, that the police-or Aoshi, out of concern--could be keeping from her. It was understandable, after all. As Enishi's fiancée, she had a right to know.
The former weapons dealer had opted to stay in Kyoto. Over the last three years, he had started and managed a legitimate metalworks factory, which soon became a large revenue earner. Within that time he became re-acquainted with Makimachi Misao, became friends and more than friends. When he left to eliminate the remains of his section of the Shanghai mafia, it was with a promise to return and marry her in a year. Aoshi did not oppose this; he and Enishi gave her a chance to choose, and she made her choice.
It would be unfair for her to see a shell of a man.
"Not just yet," Kenshin replied. "At least, not with him like this."
They returned.
But instead of their icy guest, they found a tall man, playing patty-cake with their little boy, legs crossed before him. Singing the whole song, doing the whole sequence.
"Eni-chan play good!" Kenji praised.
"Really?" he asked uneasily. "One more time?" His playmate clapped and beamed.
Soon Kenji was riding piggy-bank on his whitehaired friend's back. His friend galloped him around the dining hall with an unusual smile on his face. Kenji meanwhile enjoyed his strong arms and confident grip as much as the higher view.
"Unreal," Kaoru commented.
"Hai, de gozaru," Kenshin agreed.
"Are you sure you're not just feeling sorry for a newspaper celebrity?"
"Unfortunately, yes, I am sure," he sweatdropped.
The guest finally noticed the parents of his playmate. "Nice little boy," he complimented as he patted his head. "Kenji, correct?"
The parents nodded wordlessly. Most of the time, Kenji was NOT a nice little boy. Especially to his daddy.
He lowered Kenji to the floor, and resumed his businesslike air. "Let's make a deal. It seems that I get along well with this chap, and I cannot depend on the hospital forever. If you allow me to stay here, I will work for my room and board. Maybe I can help you with Kenji..."
"Stay......here......?" Kaoru had to take this all in.
"Oro?"
"Eni-chan stay here! Ne, 'ba-chan?" Kenji tugged at his mother's kimono.
"Why not?" he smirked. "I'm this boy's relative."
"He has a point, Kaoru-dono," the father relented.
"Gotcha!" he raised a finger. "Fact 1: I AM related to you. Fact 2: Since the mother told me that his name is Himura Kenji, YOU are the Himura I seek. Combining that, Fact 3: I am related to Himura-san, by some way. Well?"
Both were astounded at him. He had only lost his facts and figures. His personality, his power of intuition and calculation, was still perfectly intact.
It was him alright.
"Yukishiro Enishi," Kenshin acknowledged.
"Hm?"
"You are Yukishiro Enishi, a very .......competent businessman," Kenshin said. "I am Himura Kenshin, and I am your brother-in-law, by first marriage to your sister, Yukishiro Tomoe." He lowered his head.
Kaoru looked at her husband. He had those sad eyes again.
"Tell me more," Enishi said simply.
A long pause between all three. Even little Kenji knew that the silence should not be broken.
Then Kenshin raised his head, and tucked his moptop hair behind his ears with a patent rurouni grin. "You are welcome to stay here."
"Kenshin!" Kaoru half-protested, half-inquired.
"Tell me more, please!" the other pressed.
"Another day, another day," he waved them away as he exited. "I will back for dinner, koishii. I will just take a walk......." He stopped at the door. "Oh, and Kaoru-dono, please. Add or subtract nothing." He then walked out.
"What does he mean by that?" Enishi asked Kaoru.
Kaoru picked up her son, and smiled. "Come back tomorrow, when he is ready for you."
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The next chapters will be longer. ^^ This chapter just refused to be a long chapter, that's all. I'm gaining steam.
For those who don't know. When Kenji was introduced in the final chapters of the RK manga, Kenshin had a new hairdo. He had cut his hair up to his chin, more or less. Not exactly good-looking, not exactly the Beatles moptop as I say here for lack of a better term. Watsuki said something about not wanting to make Kenshin look like another shorthaired anime bishonen.
Sabbie-Gomen, I think it was Iceangel. ^^
JML-Enishi isn't his "uncle" yet, more like a large friend, for now. And I think it's Shinichi, no dash.
Firuze-nee-san-Thanks much!
Bee-Jolt? Really? Sorry!
Dallisse-I'm done with On Writing, and I'm so glad I bought it. Yes, I'm cruel, and amnesia is one of my favorite torture devices. ^^
BittersweetKandy-Thanks much!
Mi-Thanks!
Cat H-Chocolate? Will do!
Devil-Thanks! Will continue!
See you next time!
Thanks for all the initial support. Kenji really doesn't like his daddy very much, according to Watsuki; I just speculate WHY. JML-point well taken. I'll explain myself over the coming chapters. Yes, I own the Kaden, too. Firuze-nee-san-don't worry about me. I like JML for being a constructive reviewer. ^^
.............................
Snow............a forest clearing.........
White plum flowers.....................snow...............
Blood...........
What does it all mean?
Himura............
Nee-san...........
I have a nee-san, I am sure...............
.................Himura...............met nee-san...............something happened.........something...........something........
........................
"I do not like wasting time," the white-haired man began as he sipped his tea. "If you know anything that is helpful to me, tell me quickly."
"But, where do we start?" Kaoru looked at her husband with apprehension.
"From the very beginning, of course."
"Maybe if you tell us first what you DO remember, we can tell you from there," Kenshin suggested.
The man bit his lip. "I am telling you, there is nothing I can recall," he pulled at his snowy hair.
"Three weeks ago, I found myself in a bed, surrounded by people in white coats, bandages all over my head and body. They said I was found floating in Tokyo Bay. They told me I was lucky I was found, luckier to be alive, with all the damages I had incurred. But for the life of me, I do not know how I got all those injuries. I do not know who would throw me into the sea as shark bait. I do not remember my name, who I am, who I used to be. They told me it was because of the blows to my head, that I would get it all back. It was not very assuring.
"I know it annoys you, but believe me, it annoys me even more than you would know," he said. "I can sense that you people know me, and I think you are hiding something from me. It would do you good not to. Now talk." He sighed. "Please."
Arrogant demeanor notwithstanding, the man's eyes begged the couple to answer. Earnest, seeking eyes. They could not be ignored. They must be told the truth.
"Name, age, living relations, what I do, where I live-why is that too hard to answer?" he implored.
"Please excuse us for a moment." Kenshin stood up, and motioned for his wife to follow. He had one of those looks that he rarely used, one that Kaoru knew not to contradict. She gave a final glance at her son, napping on the floor, and followed.
He led her to the kitchen.
"Allow sessha to do the talking. Add or subtract nothing."
She nodded, then looked up at him. "What will you tell him?"
"Only as much as he needs to know," he replied, eyes afar off.
Kaoru felt it, very strongly. Not fear. Just disquiet. He wanted so desperately to forget the past. He was being asked to remember it, and retell it.
A little after Kenji's first birthday, he had gone to a barber and had most of his long locks cut off. He was now sporting a moptop. The scars would keep reminding him of a terrible past, but at least his hair no longer had to. It was a time for new, happier memories.
And if he had to remember a terrible past, she would be there to help him through it. Her hand in his, told him so. He smiled gratefully.
"And..........Misao?" she inquired. "When do I wire Kyoto?"
Misao had constantly pestered the Himuras for any information they might have, that the police-or Aoshi, out of concern--could be keeping from her. It was understandable, after all. As Enishi's fiancée, she had a right to know.
The former weapons dealer had opted to stay in Kyoto. Over the last three years, he had started and managed a legitimate metalworks factory, which soon became a large revenue earner. Within that time he became re-acquainted with Makimachi Misao, became friends and more than friends. When he left to eliminate the remains of his section of the Shanghai mafia, it was with a promise to return and marry her in a year. Aoshi did not oppose this; he and Enishi gave her a chance to choose, and she made her choice.
It would be unfair for her to see a shell of a man.
"Not just yet," Kenshin replied. "At least, not with him like this."
They returned.
But instead of their icy guest, they found a tall man, playing patty-cake with their little boy, legs crossed before him. Singing the whole song, doing the whole sequence.
"Eni-chan play good!" Kenji praised.
"Really?" he asked uneasily. "One more time?" His playmate clapped and beamed.
Soon Kenji was riding piggy-bank on his whitehaired friend's back. His friend galloped him around the dining hall with an unusual smile on his face. Kenji meanwhile enjoyed his strong arms and confident grip as much as the higher view.
"Unreal," Kaoru commented.
"Hai, de gozaru," Kenshin agreed.
"Are you sure you're not just feeling sorry for a newspaper celebrity?"
"Unfortunately, yes, I am sure," he sweatdropped.
The guest finally noticed the parents of his playmate. "Nice little boy," he complimented as he patted his head. "Kenji, correct?"
The parents nodded wordlessly. Most of the time, Kenji was NOT a nice little boy. Especially to his daddy.
He lowered Kenji to the floor, and resumed his businesslike air. "Let's make a deal. It seems that I get along well with this chap, and I cannot depend on the hospital forever. If you allow me to stay here, I will work for my room and board. Maybe I can help you with Kenji..."
"Stay......here......?" Kaoru had to take this all in.
"Oro?"
"Eni-chan stay here! Ne, 'ba-chan?" Kenji tugged at his mother's kimono.
"Why not?" he smirked. "I'm this boy's relative."
"He has a point, Kaoru-dono," the father relented.
"Gotcha!" he raised a finger. "Fact 1: I AM related to you. Fact 2: Since the mother told me that his name is Himura Kenji, YOU are the Himura I seek. Combining that, Fact 3: I am related to Himura-san, by some way. Well?"
Both were astounded at him. He had only lost his facts and figures. His personality, his power of intuition and calculation, was still perfectly intact.
It was him alright.
"Yukishiro Enishi," Kenshin acknowledged.
"Hm?"
"You are Yukishiro Enishi, a very .......competent businessman," Kenshin said. "I am Himura Kenshin, and I am your brother-in-law, by first marriage to your sister, Yukishiro Tomoe." He lowered his head.
Kaoru looked at her husband. He had those sad eyes again.
"Tell me more," Enishi said simply.
A long pause between all three. Even little Kenji knew that the silence should not be broken.
Then Kenshin raised his head, and tucked his moptop hair behind his ears with a patent rurouni grin. "You are welcome to stay here."
"Kenshin!" Kaoru half-protested, half-inquired.
"Tell me more, please!" the other pressed.
"Another day, another day," he waved them away as he exited. "I will back for dinner, koishii. I will just take a walk......." He stopped at the door. "Oh, and Kaoru-dono, please. Add or subtract nothing." He then walked out.
"What does he mean by that?" Enishi asked Kaoru.
Kaoru picked up her son, and smiled. "Come back tomorrow, when he is ready for you."
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The next chapters will be longer. ^^ This chapter just refused to be a long chapter, that's all. I'm gaining steam.
For those who don't know. When Kenji was introduced in the final chapters of the RK manga, Kenshin had a new hairdo. He had cut his hair up to his chin, more or less. Not exactly good-looking, not exactly the Beatles moptop as I say here for lack of a better term. Watsuki said something about not wanting to make Kenshin look like another shorthaired anime bishonen.
Sabbie-Gomen, I think it was Iceangel. ^^
JML-Enishi isn't his "uncle" yet, more like a large friend, for now. And I think it's Shinichi, no dash.
Firuze-nee-san-Thanks much!
Bee-Jolt? Really? Sorry!
Dallisse-I'm done with On Writing, and I'm so glad I bought it. Yes, I'm cruel, and amnesia is one of my favorite torture devices. ^^
BittersweetKandy-Thanks much!
Mi-Thanks!
Cat H-Chocolate? Will do!
Devil-Thanks! Will continue!
See you next time!