The very first fic I made on the very first morning of January ^_^
This one's quite short and I was in my sappy self again sooo... beware? hehe ^_^;;
Hope you'll like it.
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The Watch
RK Fic
by Dyosa :)
Disclaimers apply. RK characters not mine. Belongs to their respective owners: Nobuhiro Watsuke,
Shonen Jump, Sony, bla, bla…
For entertainment purposes only.
Don't sue.
Tinkyu.
Timeline/Spoilers/Notes: As long as Kenji, Kenshin and Kaoru's son, is
about two to three years of age. Dunno the exact time when in the Meiji
Period. And the Himura family had a little visit to the Aoiya, for a couple
of reasons (maybe a visit to Kenshin's shishou or Tomoe's grave, or both.
pick whichever you like). They left Kenji in Misao's care. Just wanna say
this in advance in case you get all "EEEEH????" ~_~
btw, guess who's talking…. ^_^
********
It was always something that I can never miss.
Her laughter always resonates throughout the walls of the Aoiya, something every resident in this
house can never ignore because it always brings a smile to their faces. Yes, every face. She's like a bright
flower blooming endlessly from her smile, to her bright, bright eyes. The balm to our emotions.
Even now, as I relinquish myself with a cup of hot steaming tea, it brings no warmth in a cool early
winter breeze compared to the soft smiling face I have been lured upon that morning. No, nothing
compares to the bright flower.
As I sat there, across the room, observing quietly the playful expressions painted on her angelic
face, her whispered teasings to a child of red hair and violet eyes, it warms my softened heart as I remember
the memories of the child with the same innocence in her bright blue eyes. How it still amazes me of her
power to soften me inside then, to learn to love again. How she can easily capture me helpless in her tiny
hands with just a soft hug, nothing more. It amazes me on how her innocence, something that I have lost
early in my youth due to troubled times, can be power enough to tame any beast inside a hardened man.
Especially her eyes. Yes, her clear blue eyes. Even until now, it still has its same effect. So
expressive, where her emotions are so easily decipherable. Where every drop of delight can be fathomed,
every brim of sadness can be grasped, every love… every forgiveness. To anyone who she knows deserves
it.
So giving. And yet, it seems she never runs out of forgiveness and love. Especially love. But
patience can never be her virtue. A knack she can never take hold of, but a source of amusement to all of
us.
Her laughter echoes past again. Her smile illuminating along with child's in front of her. But in her
eyes, behind all the happiness she held for the world, lies a niggling longing in her heart. I believe it is a
woman's presentiment. She feels that her being is half filled, yearning for the other half in order to be
complete. Whole. In spite of everything, she is not a perfect happy woman. I know her. She is my Misao,
after all.
And he watches with me. His hooded gaze is as strong as skin touching skin. And yet, he hides it
perfectly. He sits there, in front of me, quiet as a perfect cold statue. A man of few words and masked
feelings. An incomprehensible man, indeed. Even as a child, his ice blue gaze can be unfathomable. His
heart has grown cold and his mind has grown old too fast. He has lost his youth too early, too late. But he
dedicated himself into being a fighter. He kept his emotions aside in order to hurt and not be hurt. He
became the best, and everyone obeyed him loyally. A perfect leader.
But his strength had lead him to deceiving paths. And he became the perfect monster that thirsted
for the best place in the world. The strongest being he can ever claim to be. Which brought him to his
downfall at the end.
As I look back, I was the one who taught him to be strong. I reached him in his mind, instead of in
his heart. But truly, I didn't know this other art. I have yet to discover it. And I have learned my mistake with
painful consequences. And he has suffered it, as well. But in passing time, he has not forgiven himself, yet.
Even from forgiving himself of his mistakes, he can be patient along with everything else.
Methodically, as graceful as his trained hands can accomplish, he reached for the cup as he
tears his gaze away from the two youngsters across the room, their cheerful laughter penetrating the
depreciating solemnity of the atmosphere. As I watch with trained eyes, he sips his own tea, as if trying to be
indifferent with his surroundings.
But I know him. He is Aoshi, after all. Like a son that I never had. Though others who do not know
him well from the start, one cannot perceive as the way he clutches his cup with unnecessary tightness, the
way his ice blue orbs would seize their moment in stealing gazes towards her direction, and the constant
flex of his jaws all because of the soothing chatter of the young woman to the young child across the room.
The only balm to his emotions.
And however insistent my dear Misao claims to know his Aoshi-sama so well unlike any other, she
herself cannot fathom the sight that I have so witnessed as a small smile crept up his face while looking at
her, a fleeting fall of his mask, with his eyes of gentle sea.
He is definitely a man of few words, but he can be very voluble when it comes with his heart in his
eyes.
True, I am already old. But as we grow older in years, our hearts get sharper as our minds get
dull. And as for my youngsters, I always keep watch on them, and sometimes a little push would suffice. It's
the least I can do, as my bones get brittle by the years. But in time, the lost student will find his right teacher.
Soon, undoubtedly.
After all, these are always some things that I can never miss.
OWARI
********
So… have you guessed already? No? Well then, I'll tell you… it's ………
……
……
Okina!
~_~ arigato for reading, ja!
This one's quite short and I was in my sappy self again sooo... beware? hehe ^_^;;
Hope you'll like it.
********
The Watch
RK Fic
by Dyosa :)
Disclaimers apply. RK characters not mine. Belongs to their respective owners: Nobuhiro Watsuke,
Shonen Jump, Sony, bla, bla…
For entertainment purposes only.
Don't sue.
Tinkyu.
Timeline/Spoilers/Notes: As long as Kenji, Kenshin and Kaoru's son, is
about two to three years of age. Dunno the exact time when in the Meiji
Period. And the Himura family had a little visit to the Aoiya, for a couple
of reasons (maybe a visit to Kenshin's shishou or Tomoe's grave, or both.
pick whichever you like). They left Kenji in Misao's care. Just wanna say
this in advance in case you get all "EEEEH????" ~_~
btw, guess who's talking…. ^_^
********
It was always something that I can never miss.
Her laughter always resonates throughout the walls of the Aoiya, something every resident in this
house can never ignore because it always brings a smile to their faces. Yes, every face. She's like a bright
flower blooming endlessly from her smile, to her bright, bright eyes. The balm to our emotions.
Even now, as I relinquish myself with a cup of hot steaming tea, it brings no warmth in a cool early
winter breeze compared to the soft smiling face I have been lured upon that morning. No, nothing
compares to the bright flower.
As I sat there, across the room, observing quietly the playful expressions painted on her angelic
face, her whispered teasings to a child of red hair and violet eyes, it warms my softened heart as I remember
the memories of the child with the same innocence in her bright blue eyes. How it still amazes me of her
power to soften me inside then, to learn to love again. How she can easily capture me helpless in her tiny
hands with just a soft hug, nothing more. It amazes me on how her innocence, something that I have lost
early in my youth due to troubled times, can be power enough to tame any beast inside a hardened man.
Especially her eyes. Yes, her clear blue eyes. Even until now, it still has its same effect. So
expressive, where her emotions are so easily decipherable. Where every drop of delight can be fathomed,
every brim of sadness can be grasped, every love… every forgiveness. To anyone who she knows deserves
it.
So giving. And yet, it seems she never runs out of forgiveness and love. Especially love. But
patience can never be her virtue. A knack she can never take hold of, but a source of amusement to all of
us.
Her laughter echoes past again. Her smile illuminating along with child's in front of her. But in her
eyes, behind all the happiness she held for the world, lies a niggling longing in her heart. I believe it is a
woman's presentiment. She feels that her being is half filled, yearning for the other half in order to be
complete. Whole. In spite of everything, she is not a perfect happy woman. I know her. She is my Misao,
after all.
And he watches with me. His hooded gaze is as strong as skin touching skin. And yet, he hides it
perfectly. He sits there, in front of me, quiet as a perfect cold statue. A man of few words and masked
feelings. An incomprehensible man, indeed. Even as a child, his ice blue gaze can be unfathomable. His
heart has grown cold and his mind has grown old too fast. He has lost his youth too early, too late. But he
dedicated himself into being a fighter. He kept his emotions aside in order to hurt and not be hurt. He
became the best, and everyone obeyed him loyally. A perfect leader.
But his strength had lead him to deceiving paths. And he became the perfect monster that thirsted
for the best place in the world. The strongest being he can ever claim to be. Which brought him to his
downfall at the end.
As I look back, I was the one who taught him to be strong. I reached him in his mind, instead of in
his heart. But truly, I didn't know this other art. I have yet to discover it. And I have learned my mistake with
painful consequences. And he has suffered it, as well. But in passing time, he has not forgiven himself, yet.
Even from forgiving himself of his mistakes, he can be patient along with everything else.
Methodically, as graceful as his trained hands can accomplish, he reached for the cup as he
tears his gaze away from the two youngsters across the room, their cheerful laughter penetrating the
depreciating solemnity of the atmosphere. As I watch with trained eyes, he sips his own tea, as if trying to be
indifferent with his surroundings.
But I know him. He is Aoshi, after all. Like a son that I never had. Though others who do not know
him well from the start, one cannot perceive as the way he clutches his cup with unnecessary tightness, the
way his ice blue orbs would seize their moment in stealing gazes towards her direction, and the constant
flex of his jaws all because of the soothing chatter of the young woman to the young child across the room.
The only balm to his emotions.
And however insistent my dear Misao claims to know his Aoshi-sama so well unlike any other, she
herself cannot fathom the sight that I have so witnessed as a small smile crept up his face while looking at
her, a fleeting fall of his mask, with his eyes of gentle sea.
He is definitely a man of few words, but he can be very voluble when it comes with his heart in his
eyes.
True, I am already old. But as we grow older in years, our hearts get sharper as our minds get
dull. And as for my youngsters, I always keep watch on them, and sometimes a little push would suffice. It's
the least I can do, as my bones get brittle by the years. But in time, the lost student will find his right teacher.
Soon, undoubtedly.
After all, these are always some things that I can never miss.
OWARI
********
So… have you guessed already? No? Well then, I'll tell you… it's ………
……
……
Okina!
~_~ arigato for reading, ja!