Passing of the Forbidden
12/9/2003
Hi! I'm not going to update as much this month... because my teacher's seem to LOVE this holiday season and give us so much work... plus my LA week...
But I promise a holiday special for this story!! (At least I can try...)
+Review Responses+
Saku-Yume: Thanks for reviewing! (I know I'm too humble; I'm going to write horrible college application essays...) Gina and Tokio aren't major characters but I put they in these situations because what I really want to show is the changing times (See author's ranting below) It's important to my story... but thanks for the input. ^^
RoseoftheDesert: Thank you. ^^ I will certainly continue!
Flyinangel777: I'm glad you liked it!! Thank you. ^^
Kiriakis: Thanks for reviewing. ^^
Shiomei: Nope, I'm not offended... thank you for the critique... I will keep those things in mind as I am writing. ^^
Wistful-Eyes: I really don't have this story set in stone... I have like five different endings I could use for this fic... as I'm writing I'll probably pick one later... I'll really consider you idea... I have... and I still have a lot more thinking to do... Thanks for your review. ^^
MissBehavin: Hi! Thanks for reviewing. ^^
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Author's Ranting:
I guess I should explain the significance of the three families.
Tokio is a traditional wife, the only one of the woman to have kids, she's pretty much keeper of the home... She is respectful of those above her... Hajime's and Tokio's relationship is more of one of respect and duty.
Gina though is a bright bubbly character who is breaking from tradition... remember that at this time in WW2, there is a communist movement throughout China... There are also Western Cultures entering China because of the war... the United States for instance after Pearl Harbor... Okita and Gina are like the "hopeless romantic" in love couple.
Kaoru is sort of stuck in the middle; everything is changing around her... and she really has no idea what ideals she has of her own... for now... Soujirou and Kaoru are ... I'm not really sure what to call their relationship... dull(?) I don't really know... it's like in the middle...
It's symbolism!!
I talk too much... I rant too much... So here's some Tomoe and Kenshin!!
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Year 1942 (A/N: I've decided that is the year of the story... the pervious chapter also happen in this year. I'm not sure this story is historically accurate...)
(A/N: I'm going to fast-forward to the winter... because I really want to write a holiday special on this story soon...)
=Sunday=
Kenshin tapped his pen against the table. The paper in front of his looked a lot bigger than it was this mourning. He had been sitting staring at it since the sun rose.
He raked his head for ideas... sometimes it would take him months to produces a new book, other times it would take him only a few days... His last two books, Sunflower Dances and Wooden Angel had been written within a month. It had been over half a year and he still had not come up with a plot for his new novel.
Talk about a writer's block!
Then again, he spent most of his time working on the small farm.
He glanced up as Tomoe entered. She smiled slightly as she took graceful tiny steps, carefully balancing the teapot and cups. She lightly set them on the low table behind the desk.
Kenshin watched his wife with adoring eyes, "Tomoe."
Tomoe glanced up, meeting his eye, and then ducking her head in an elegant bow, "Yes?"
"Stay for some tea." He offered, pouring a cup and handing it to her.
"But Daichi-" Tomoe protested as Kenshin gripped her wrist.
"He'll be fine... MeiPing is watching him." Kenshin motioned for his wife to sit.
Tomoe smiled as she sipped her tea. They sat there, without talking, as the birds sang on the treetops and the giggles of children were heard in their front yard.
"How is your book coming along?" Tomoe ventured a question as she set the teacup down.
Kenshin frowned as he graciously poured more tea, "Not well... I'm planning on traveling around for a while... get some new ideas..."
Tomoe nodded. Her husband did it often.
"Would you like to come? I'll probably go to the big cities... I haven't done that in a while..."
She hated the city; it was so constraining and overpowering. "When will you be leaving?"
"In a week... I want to be back here soon... hopefully before the first snow..."
Tomoe rose, taking up the tea set, "Daichi is calling me." Kenshin nodded, and crumbled another piece of paper.
***
=Saturday=
Kenshin rubbed his head; he needed a character... someone with that PASSION... as a pose for his book...
He had spent another six days accomplishing nothing... absolutely nothing but a huge headache.
He kicked the wastebasket, piled high with scribbles and ink blots. He was so... out of ideas...
Tomoe entered and she stooped down, picking up the assortment of papers and placing them in one neat pile.
Kenshin looked out the window at the setting sun, "I'll be leaving in the morning."
Tomoe's reply was rearranging of more paper. She didn't met Kenshin's eyes.
Kenshin knew she was crying. He reached over to her and lightly pulled her over to him in a tight embrace, "Don't cry Tomoe... don't."
***
=Sunday=
Daichi was still sleeping. Kenshin and Tomoe were walking to the train station, holding hands.
Kenshin looked over at his wife. She seemed in deep thought, "Tomoe?"
She smiled and met his golden gaze, "Go. I'll be fine."
He nodded as he swung his bag over his shoulder, "I'll be back!" He called over his shoulder.
Tomoe waved, "I'll be waiting!"
Kenshin's face split into a bigger grin, "Love you." He called, and ran to catch his leaving train.
Tomoe set her arm down slowly, as she whispered, watching the train grow smaller and smaller, "Love you too..."
(A/N: Yes they did have trains... it's the 1940's... or around that time... the US's transcontinental railroad was complete in 1869... of course China have trains in this period.)
(A/N 2: Sorry... I'm not that good at fluff... not a romantic kind of person... . I hope I did okay on this...)
***
Kenshin watched the countryside pass by. He loved the feeling at the beginning of an adventure. His next book would be the best one yet he promised Tomoe that morning.
China was torn, instead in war with Japan since 1931 when the Japanese took Manchuria. The Nationalist and Communist put aside their differences; Chiang Kai-Shek had met with the head of the Communist party Mao Tse-tung.
(A/N: I didn't spell their names wrong... this was how Mao ZeDong name was long time ago... historically actuate... or so I think... maybe not...)
It was now 1942... The Americans had joined the war not to long ago... one year to be exact, but the feeling to hope the Americans brought to the jaded Chinese was refreshing.
(A/N: December 7th 1941 is the attack on Pearl Harbor... so this is almost a year after the incident.)
They were young fresh American faces, naïve, untouched by the horrors of war. It would be heartbreaking for these innocent men to be turned into world-weary melancholy killers, but it was the cycle of war.
Innocence vanished, but with the American's vivacious power, came grandeur, for China and hopefully, the world.
Kenshin was hoping to meet an American soldier... Any American. He would be able to study Western cultures... all the things he liked.
Everyone was excited to meet these fearless Americans who could chase the Japanese away. How electrifying must it be for a life of an American? His readers would surely love it!
The train slowed gently to a stop; Kenshin didn't bother to read the sign, he got off when he felt like it.
He looked around the platform perhaps to ask someone were the nearest inn was located.
"KENSHIN!" There was a shrill voice and all Kenshin saw was bright blue before someone glomped him.
It was Misao, a close friend of Tomoe. Misao use to live in the farm closest to the Himura's, but when Misao married, she was gone the day after. Aoshi Shinomori, Misao's husband, was a pilot in the army.
"Miss Misao. What are you doing here?" Kenshin asked in surprise as Misao began to drag the red haired man off.
Misao giggled, "Silly. Aoshi is stationed here now. I'm glad I was here to pick up a letter... I recognized you as soon as I saw your hair!"
"I see." Kenshin glanced around, "How is Aoshi?"
Misao ignored Kenshin and continued to drag him along the wide road filled with merchants. She shoved a man out of her way as Kenshin apologized for her.
Kenshin could make out now rows of houses. By the first house closest to the road were three men leaning against the post. Two small children were playing with wooden toys by their feet.
Misao bounded right over. Kenshin followed without protest. He recognized the dark attitude man Misao was whispered to as Aoshi. Kenshin had met him at the wedding.
"This is Kenshin Himura, my friend's husband."
The tallest of all the men bent down and glazed at Kenshin with wolfish eyes, "So this is the writer Tokio talks about the time."
The smiling shortest man regarded Kenshin, "My wife loves your books... as does Saitou and..."
"OKITA! GET OUT!" Two voices yelled at the simultaneously.
Another cheery man dashed out as the door slammed shut. He was covered from head to toe in flour.
Saitou rolled his eyes, "What did you do now Okita?"
The man lightly powered in flour, Okita laughed, "Miss Tokio and Gina do not like me helping in the kitchen. I dropped the flour bag..."
Saitou looked exasperated, "Good food is hard to come by... be careful Okita."
Okita nodded brightly.
Soujirou shook his head, "I'm Soujirou Seta. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Himura. This here is Hajime Saitou." The tall man gave a bored look.
Kenshin's eyes grew wide, "Oi! You're Hajime Saitou?"
Saitou rolled his eyes, "That's what Soujirou just said."
"You're the Immortal Wolf of the Sky." Kenshin was impressed to meet the "giant" of a man many pilots even ordinary farmers like him aspired to meet, even to one day become like such a man.
(A/N: Ha ha... I stuck Saitou's nickname AND his current job together...)
Saitou rolled his eyes again, reaching for a cigarette and lighting one, ignoring an animated Kenshin who was speaking so quickly no one understood a word he said.
"And Souji Okita." Soujirou finally finished, diverting Kenshin's attention.
Kenshin gripped Okita's hand, and his hand became pastel white. Okita did not seem to notice, "My wife enjoys your writing..."
"I have heard..."
"DINNER!" Came a mellow woman's voice. Saitou crushed the cigarette and hoisted the two boys up. Both giggled as they squirmed around.
Saitou opened to door to meet a high melodious voice, "Okita! Don't come in here with all that flour!"
Okita looked down and shook some of the flour off like a dog quaking off excess water. He followed Saitou into the house.
Soujirou laughed as he waved good-bye.
Misao grabbed Kenshin's arm, "Come on... our home is this way. You'll be staying with us for now... you don't mind do you Aoshi?"
Aoshi looked up from his shoes, "Uh.. not at all."
"Good." Misao grinned.
***
"OH! Sounds like fun!" Misao clapped her hands upon hearing about the grand Christmas party the American were throwing for the pilots and their family.
"What's Chris-sa-mas?" Kenshin asked.
"Big American holiday!" exclaimed the bald man sitting across from Kenshin, "Very big!" He held up his arms in emphasis.
"I hear it's VERY big!" butted in another man at the table.
"It must be big... they're using that warehouse..." Aoshi stated flatly.
"OoOooOOo!!! It must be VERY big." Agreed Misao.
"Very very BIG!" concurred the plump woman sitting next to Misao.
Another woman entered the room holding two kids, "Big American PARTY!"
"Must have a lot of Americans." Nodded the bald man.
"So what is Chris-sa-mas" Kenshin was still mystified.
A whole conversation ensured at the dinner table as everyone ate dumplings.
The only thing Kenshin got out of the hour of discussing Christmas was that it was a big American holiday. Perhaps there he would meet an American fit for his story.
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Well... since the party is for pilots... who else do you know that are pilots and family? Hee hee.
Okay... this story is going to have LOTS of gaps in it... because I want to have the story end around the year 1949... but I need this beginning set in 1942 to set the mood.
This means in a couple chapters the time will probably be like 1949.
Stay tuned!! Thanks for reading.
Please review!
12/9/2003
Hi! I'm not going to update as much this month... because my teacher's seem to LOVE this holiday season and give us so much work... plus my LA week...
But I promise a holiday special for this story!! (At least I can try...)
+Review Responses+
Saku-Yume: Thanks for reviewing! (I know I'm too humble; I'm going to write horrible college application essays...) Gina and Tokio aren't major characters but I put they in these situations because what I really want to show is the changing times (See author's ranting below) It's important to my story... but thanks for the input. ^^
RoseoftheDesert: Thank you. ^^ I will certainly continue!
Flyinangel777: I'm glad you liked it!! Thank you. ^^
Kiriakis: Thanks for reviewing. ^^
Shiomei: Nope, I'm not offended... thank you for the critique... I will keep those things in mind as I am writing. ^^
Wistful-Eyes: I really don't have this story set in stone... I have like five different endings I could use for this fic... as I'm writing I'll probably pick one later... I'll really consider you idea... I have... and I still have a lot more thinking to do... Thanks for your review. ^^
MissBehavin: Hi! Thanks for reviewing. ^^
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Author's Ranting:
I guess I should explain the significance of the three families.
Tokio is a traditional wife, the only one of the woman to have kids, she's pretty much keeper of the home... She is respectful of those above her... Hajime's and Tokio's relationship is more of one of respect and duty.
Gina though is a bright bubbly character who is breaking from tradition... remember that at this time in WW2, there is a communist movement throughout China... There are also Western Cultures entering China because of the war... the United States for instance after Pearl Harbor... Okita and Gina are like the "hopeless romantic" in love couple.
Kaoru is sort of stuck in the middle; everything is changing around her... and she really has no idea what ideals she has of her own... for now... Soujirou and Kaoru are ... I'm not really sure what to call their relationship... dull(?) I don't really know... it's like in the middle...
It's symbolism!!
I talk too much... I rant too much... So here's some Tomoe and Kenshin!!
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Year 1942 (A/N: I've decided that is the year of the story... the pervious chapter also happen in this year. I'm not sure this story is historically accurate...)
(A/N: I'm going to fast-forward to the winter... because I really want to write a holiday special on this story soon...)
=Sunday=
Kenshin tapped his pen against the table. The paper in front of his looked a lot bigger than it was this mourning. He had been sitting staring at it since the sun rose.
He raked his head for ideas... sometimes it would take him months to produces a new book, other times it would take him only a few days... His last two books, Sunflower Dances and Wooden Angel had been written within a month. It had been over half a year and he still had not come up with a plot for his new novel.
Talk about a writer's block!
Then again, he spent most of his time working on the small farm.
He glanced up as Tomoe entered. She smiled slightly as she took graceful tiny steps, carefully balancing the teapot and cups. She lightly set them on the low table behind the desk.
Kenshin watched his wife with adoring eyes, "Tomoe."
Tomoe glanced up, meeting his eye, and then ducking her head in an elegant bow, "Yes?"
"Stay for some tea." He offered, pouring a cup and handing it to her.
"But Daichi-" Tomoe protested as Kenshin gripped her wrist.
"He'll be fine... MeiPing is watching him." Kenshin motioned for his wife to sit.
Tomoe smiled as she sipped her tea. They sat there, without talking, as the birds sang on the treetops and the giggles of children were heard in their front yard.
"How is your book coming along?" Tomoe ventured a question as she set the teacup down.
Kenshin frowned as he graciously poured more tea, "Not well... I'm planning on traveling around for a while... get some new ideas..."
Tomoe nodded. Her husband did it often.
"Would you like to come? I'll probably go to the big cities... I haven't done that in a while..."
She hated the city; it was so constraining and overpowering. "When will you be leaving?"
"In a week... I want to be back here soon... hopefully before the first snow..."
Tomoe rose, taking up the tea set, "Daichi is calling me." Kenshin nodded, and crumbled another piece of paper.
***
=Saturday=
Kenshin rubbed his head; he needed a character... someone with that PASSION... as a pose for his book...
He had spent another six days accomplishing nothing... absolutely nothing but a huge headache.
He kicked the wastebasket, piled high with scribbles and ink blots. He was so... out of ideas...
Tomoe entered and she stooped down, picking up the assortment of papers and placing them in one neat pile.
Kenshin looked out the window at the setting sun, "I'll be leaving in the morning."
Tomoe's reply was rearranging of more paper. She didn't met Kenshin's eyes.
Kenshin knew she was crying. He reached over to her and lightly pulled her over to him in a tight embrace, "Don't cry Tomoe... don't."
***
=Sunday=
Daichi was still sleeping. Kenshin and Tomoe were walking to the train station, holding hands.
Kenshin looked over at his wife. She seemed in deep thought, "Tomoe?"
She smiled and met his golden gaze, "Go. I'll be fine."
He nodded as he swung his bag over his shoulder, "I'll be back!" He called over his shoulder.
Tomoe waved, "I'll be waiting!"
Kenshin's face split into a bigger grin, "Love you." He called, and ran to catch his leaving train.
Tomoe set her arm down slowly, as she whispered, watching the train grow smaller and smaller, "Love you too..."
(A/N: Yes they did have trains... it's the 1940's... or around that time... the US's transcontinental railroad was complete in 1869... of course China have trains in this period.)
(A/N 2: Sorry... I'm not that good at fluff... not a romantic kind of person... . I hope I did okay on this...)
***
Kenshin watched the countryside pass by. He loved the feeling at the beginning of an adventure. His next book would be the best one yet he promised Tomoe that morning.
China was torn, instead in war with Japan since 1931 when the Japanese took Manchuria. The Nationalist and Communist put aside their differences; Chiang Kai-Shek had met with the head of the Communist party Mao Tse-tung.
(A/N: I didn't spell their names wrong... this was how Mao ZeDong name was long time ago... historically actuate... or so I think... maybe not...)
It was now 1942... The Americans had joined the war not to long ago... one year to be exact, but the feeling to hope the Americans brought to the jaded Chinese was refreshing.
(A/N: December 7th 1941 is the attack on Pearl Harbor... so this is almost a year after the incident.)
They were young fresh American faces, naïve, untouched by the horrors of war. It would be heartbreaking for these innocent men to be turned into world-weary melancholy killers, but it was the cycle of war.
Innocence vanished, but with the American's vivacious power, came grandeur, for China and hopefully, the world.
Kenshin was hoping to meet an American soldier... Any American. He would be able to study Western cultures... all the things he liked.
Everyone was excited to meet these fearless Americans who could chase the Japanese away. How electrifying must it be for a life of an American? His readers would surely love it!
The train slowed gently to a stop; Kenshin didn't bother to read the sign, he got off when he felt like it.
He looked around the platform perhaps to ask someone were the nearest inn was located.
"KENSHIN!" There was a shrill voice and all Kenshin saw was bright blue before someone glomped him.
It was Misao, a close friend of Tomoe. Misao use to live in the farm closest to the Himura's, but when Misao married, she was gone the day after. Aoshi Shinomori, Misao's husband, was a pilot in the army.
"Miss Misao. What are you doing here?" Kenshin asked in surprise as Misao began to drag the red haired man off.
Misao giggled, "Silly. Aoshi is stationed here now. I'm glad I was here to pick up a letter... I recognized you as soon as I saw your hair!"
"I see." Kenshin glanced around, "How is Aoshi?"
Misao ignored Kenshin and continued to drag him along the wide road filled with merchants. She shoved a man out of her way as Kenshin apologized for her.
Kenshin could make out now rows of houses. By the first house closest to the road were three men leaning against the post. Two small children were playing with wooden toys by their feet.
Misao bounded right over. Kenshin followed without protest. He recognized the dark attitude man Misao was whispered to as Aoshi. Kenshin had met him at the wedding.
"This is Kenshin Himura, my friend's husband."
The tallest of all the men bent down and glazed at Kenshin with wolfish eyes, "So this is the writer Tokio talks about the time."
The smiling shortest man regarded Kenshin, "My wife loves your books... as does Saitou and..."
"OKITA! GET OUT!" Two voices yelled at the simultaneously.
Another cheery man dashed out as the door slammed shut. He was covered from head to toe in flour.
Saitou rolled his eyes, "What did you do now Okita?"
The man lightly powered in flour, Okita laughed, "Miss Tokio and Gina do not like me helping in the kitchen. I dropped the flour bag..."
Saitou looked exasperated, "Good food is hard to come by... be careful Okita."
Okita nodded brightly.
Soujirou shook his head, "I'm Soujirou Seta. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Himura. This here is Hajime Saitou." The tall man gave a bored look.
Kenshin's eyes grew wide, "Oi! You're Hajime Saitou?"
Saitou rolled his eyes, "That's what Soujirou just said."
"You're the Immortal Wolf of the Sky." Kenshin was impressed to meet the "giant" of a man many pilots even ordinary farmers like him aspired to meet, even to one day become like such a man.
(A/N: Ha ha... I stuck Saitou's nickname AND his current job together...)
Saitou rolled his eyes again, reaching for a cigarette and lighting one, ignoring an animated Kenshin who was speaking so quickly no one understood a word he said.
"And Souji Okita." Soujirou finally finished, diverting Kenshin's attention.
Kenshin gripped Okita's hand, and his hand became pastel white. Okita did not seem to notice, "My wife enjoys your writing..."
"I have heard..."
"DINNER!" Came a mellow woman's voice. Saitou crushed the cigarette and hoisted the two boys up. Both giggled as they squirmed around.
Saitou opened to door to meet a high melodious voice, "Okita! Don't come in here with all that flour!"
Okita looked down and shook some of the flour off like a dog quaking off excess water. He followed Saitou into the house.
Soujirou laughed as he waved good-bye.
Misao grabbed Kenshin's arm, "Come on... our home is this way. You'll be staying with us for now... you don't mind do you Aoshi?"
Aoshi looked up from his shoes, "Uh.. not at all."
"Good." Misao grinned.
***
"OH! Sounds like fun!" Misao clapped her hands upon hearing about the grand Christmas party the American were throwing for the pilots and their family.
"What's Chris-sa-mas?" Kenshin asked.
"Big American holiday!" exclaimed the bald man sitting across from Kenshin, "Very big!" He held up his arms in emphasis.
"I hear it's VERY big!" butted in another man at the table.
"It must be big... they're using that warehouse..." Aoshi stated flatly.
"OoOooOOo!!! It must be VERY big." Agreed Misao.
"Very very BIG!" concurred the plump woman sitting next to Misao.
Another woman entered the room holding two kids, "Big American PARTY!"
"Must have a lot of Americans." Nodded the bald man.
"So what is Chris-sa-mas" Kenshin was still mystified.
A whole conversation ensured at the dinner table as everyone ate dumplings.
The only thing Kenshin got out of the hour of discussing Christmas was that it was a big American holiday. Perhaps there he would meet an American fit for his story.
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Well... since the party is for pilots... who else do you know that are pilots and family? Hee hee.
Okay... this story is going to have LOTS of gaps in it... because I want to have the story end around the year 1949... but I need this beginning set in 1942 to set the mood.
This means in a couple chapters the time will probably be like 1949.
Stay tuned!! Thanks for reading.
Please review!