Passing of the Forbidden
Hey!
Disclaimer: It's here, don't sue because I don't own.
+Review Responses+
Altoid: Well... I'm not too far along in this story. There is going to be K/K (that's for sure) , but it's a shaky K/K. I have an ending set for this story already; I'm not sure if it's really a believable ending, but it is what my morbid mind comes up with. I can't give it away. (Of course) Um... I'm not a very good summary writer... I'll see what I can do... thanks for reading though! ^^
Kiriakis: Yep... so much has happened already... and so much more to come! Thanks for reviewing! ^^
Shiomei: Thanks for the compliment! (and for reading) ^^
Wistful-eyes: Thanks for reviewing! ^^
MissBehavin: All will be revealed in this chapter. You are right with one of the foods: the bad tasting stuff is cheese... but the puffy stuff that was also stringed on the tree was popcorn. Thanks for reviewing! ^^
RoseoftheDesert: Yeah... good and bad... Thanks for reading!
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Well... I thought I jump of seven years was too much... so I shortened it to five. Here is 1947.
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1947- Five years later
"Aunt Tokio, I hope you are well. I'm sorry we haven't visited. We're living in Shanghai. Okita and Soujirou have good jobs in Shanghai. I leave our address with you. Your boys are growing up. Tsutomu is in school, don't you worry. He's growing up like you. Tsuyoshi is starting school. He looks like his father. Uncle Saitou? He's fine. He is in the United States, working. He misses you, we all do. Did I tell you I have a little boy now? His name is Tatsuo, you like that name. I hope you are well. Farewell Aunt Tokio."
Gina bowed and placed the flowers in a vase. She set the note with the address next to it, placing a photograph of Tsutomu, Tsuyoshi and Tatsou under the vase. She gently touched the petals of the orchids and left quickly. She wiped the tears falling from her eyes.
(A/N: I know orchids grow in China... I'm just not sure the season they grow in, but they're pretty... so I put them in.)
***
Kaoru watched Gina return from her visit with Tokio.
They were visiting their old home. Now the World War was over, but not China's problems. China had erupted into a civil war; the Communist pitted against the Nationalist.
Kaoru saw Gina coming down that wide road, still filled with peddlers. For a moment, it looked like they had never left the place.
Gina grinned and bowed slightly, "Miss Kaoru."
Kaoru nodded a greeting.
The pair walked towards the house they shared years ago. It was abandoned now and the visit to their old hometown always sparked memories.
Kaoru dusted as Gina prepared a meal. Kaoru glanced up to see Gina searching through the cupboards for utensils.
"Ladles are in the far left drawer." Kaoru called.
Gina held one up triumphantly. "Got it!"
The evening came on quickly and Kaoru lit the lamps. The house was filled with a soft glow. The murmurs of the neighbors were heard. Misao and Aoshi were probably having dinner too.
They were seated at the low table. Gina was chewing thoughtfully on rice. Kaoru could always tell because Gina were stare at something, but be really staring right through it.
Kaoru started a conversation, "Will the boys be here?"
Gina shook her head, "No. They're in Shanghai, in school. Education is best for them... Tokio would want it so."
"I still think they should enjoy this place like they did when they were small."
"They probably don't remember this place very well."
A comfortable silence fell as the two women enjoyed the meal.
"So when's Tokio getting over here?" Kaoru asked casually as she reached over to pick up a slice of meat. "You cooked this meat well. Tokio will like this." She glanced up startled as Gina dropped her rice bowl. "You all right Gina?"
"Miss Kaoru... tell me what year this is."
"Don't be silly Gina. It's 1942."
Gina looked seriously at Kaoru, "You're doing it again Miss Kaoru."
"What?"
"It's 1947." Gina said as she swept up the broken pieces and headed to the kitchen.
That left Kaoru thinking. It's 1947. It's 1947. It's 1947. It's 1947. Right... it was.
Sometimes Kaoru's mind would be stuck in the good times, the early 1940's; the world war time; especially now they were home.
But it was 1947. A lot had changed.
Now they were living in the bustling city of Shanghai. It was loud, overcrowded, and constricting. Kaoru could barely get to sleep at night.
Now Soujirou and Okita were government police officers, for the Nationalist.
Now Mr. Saitou was in the United States, hoping to earn enough money to bring his family and his niece's family over there. He had been there over a year now.
Now Tsutomu and Tsuyoshi were not little brats. True they were still boys, but more helpful, a little more understanding, and in school most of the day.
Now Gina had a little boy. His name was Tatsuo. Four years ago Gina gave birth to a little boy named Tatsuo, named for the little boy who never lived to take a breath that Christmas evening, the year before.
Now Tokio was dead, five years this Christmas; dead in childbirth, with her son who did not even live to take a breath. This is why they moved; and why Mr. Saitou left for America.
(A/N: Was anyone surprised by this little fact? Which means Gina was talking to not Tokio in the beginning of this chapter... but a tombstone)
In one fleeting night Gina had found herself responsible for her two cousins, along with her uncle and husband.
"Miss Kaoru? When can we be home?" Gina set a pot of hot tea down and poured.
"We'll spend two days here. I want to visit my cousin. Then we go home. No more than a week Gina. The boys will be fine."
Gina nodded.
Herself, Kaoru was a bit disappointed she had not had children of her own. Kaoru was already old; thirty. At this age most woman had already three or four children.
***
Kaoru looked around, frantic to find her cousin's house. It had begun to rain. Kaoru raced blindly into a small restaurant, crashing into a man.
Kaoru was about to apologize when the man hugged her tightly, "Miss Kaoru! So nice to see you again."
Kaoru stumbled back and the man caught her before she fell.
"Falling for me once again?" Joked the red-haired man.
Kaoru blushed as the man released her, "Mr. Himura."
"Kenshin."
"Huh?"
"Call me Kenshin." The writer gave her another sloppy grin.
"So how are you Kenshin?"
"Very well. As you Miss Kaoru?"
Kaoru nodded, "So what are you doing here?"
"Idea collecting."
"I read Solider of the Clouds and Tears of the Moon. Both very well written."
Kenshin shrugged, "Writing use to come so easy to me. Now... it's like I have a block in my mind."
"Planning on writing another book soon? It's been over two years." Kaoru smiled as Kenshin offered her some tea.
Kenshin shrugged, "What are you doing here?"
"Visiting my cousin."
"Well... it's raining too hard. Stay. Tell me how has your five years been."
And Kaoru did. That whole afternoon she poured her five years of realities, hopes, and fears to that patient red-haired man.
How she wanted children. How she was envious of Gina, even though Gina' burdens were far greater than hers. How she wished her husband was more understanding towards her; that he treat her as an equal. How she wished her husband wouldn't treat her as a friendly neighbor, they had been married for YEARS now! How she hoped the achieve one day that fairy tale ending Kenshin wrote in all his books.
He listened, and then it was his turn.
How he was afraid for Kenji's health; his second son. His wife Tomoe had taken Kenji to her family home, hoping he would get better there. How he hoped his crops would grow better this year. How he hoped his eldest son was all right; without his parents at home, left with only his grandparents. How he hoped to also live that fairy tale ending.
And Kaoru listened.
And they talked... the whole afternoon- mostly about the fairy tales endings in all of Kenshin's novels.
Kaoru hurriedly stood up, "I'll visit my cousin another day. Gina is waiting."
Kenshin smiled, "Nice seeing you again."
"You too."
"Are you visiting your cousin's tomorrow?"
"Yes." Kaoru gave a slight wave.
"Good. I'll walk you." Kenshin said firmly, returning her wave.
***
Kenshin sighed as he watched Kaoru disappear out the door. He shuffled through his papers, searching for his pen.
She was an interesting person and she had poured her soul to him that day.
Why she had? Because he noticed there was something she needed to let out, over a five-year period. He just happened to be the one that was there when she most needed an ear. He needed one too.
It had been almost two years since he had seen his wife and youngest son. Kenji had a frail body, and was sent to Tomoe's family home; hoping the weather there would improve his health. Kenshin stayed on his farm, or traveled to gain ideas.
What no one knew was that Kenshin had joined with the Communists. Such things were never spoken in public in fear of the Nationalist who controlled the government, but everyone knew anyone could be a Communist.
She would not understand. Her husband worked for the Nationalists. Best just to meet her one last time and put her out of his head forever.
There was no chance they would ever meet again.
***
Kaoru hurried to find her cousin's house. She doubt Kenshin would wait all day just for her.
She stopped ion front of the café. He wasn't there. She was being foolish; of course he wouldn't wait.
Kaoru felt a slight tapping and she turned around.
"Good morning!" Kenshin smiled broadly.
Kaoru bobbed her head, "It is a beautiful day."
"Where does your cousin live?"
Kaoru gave him the address, and soon they had found the large house. Kaoru thanked him and skipped inside.
***
Her cousin had married well and had a nice family. Her husband had died only a few months ago.
She had five beautiful girls; each educated in the arts, well-mannered and suitable brides for any man. They also had six sons; ready to carry their family name, honor and strength.
They had a vast manor. Kaoru could see many servants rushing around the grand mansion.
And she couldn't help feeling envious.
Her cousin had a good life, a loving wealthy husband's estates, many children, and many servants to make her life one like a queen.
They were seated on the veranda, sipping tea; just the two of them, like they use to play tea party on the family farm.
"You married well." Kaoru commented.
Emi, her cousin smiled graciously, "It is a well living. And you cousin? How is your husband?"
"Well." Kaoru replied dryly.
"Kaoru."
Kaoru knew that tone of voice. Although she had not seen Emi in years, there bond in their younger years had not faded. Emi wanted to know. Kaoru sighed, "No children. We live in the city."
"City is nice. Too quiet out here."
Kaoru shook her head, "No. Too noisy in city. I barely get sleep."
"You think it looks so nice my life on the outside. I tell you the truth. I have HORRIBLE marriage." Emi whispered lightly.
Kaoru frowned. How could Emi have a horrible marriage? She waited for her cousin to continue.
"My husband drank a LOT! He come home... anger in eyes... and beat all of us. Except his sons. Every night!" Emi showed Kaoru the various cuts and bruises on her arms. They were healing.
"My husband treats me as a neighbor." Kaoru snapped.
"He treats you well then." Emi sighed, "I wish I had a kind husband."
Kaoru pursed her lips. She had to admit Soujirou NEVER laid a hand on her. But she did feel anything towards him. He was just a nice guy she lived with. They had occasion conversation, nothing deep.
Kenshin on the other hand had goals- ambitions. He joked around, and all in all, fun to be around. He saw her heart, and she saw his. It wasn't love, but it was... the danger of it.
It didn't matter. They would be leaving for Shanghai the following morning. She would never see Kenshin again.
She pushed all her thoughts of him out of her head.
***
Tomoe glanced worriedly at Kenji. He had such a frail body.
Currently he was lying in bed, covers pulled tightly around him.
Tomoe assured herself he was asleep before she returned her attention to the letter her husband had written.
How she missed Kenshin! And Daichi! How she missed their little farm. Her parents' home was spacious, yet empty.
Here there was no rustling of Kenshin's pen over those milky white papers.
Here there was no Daichi, playing hide-and-seek with the neighbors.
Here there was no sight of that red-haired working diligently in the field.
Here there was no Kenshin.
It wasn't her home, but she did it for Kenji.
She missed her home and her eldest son. Her husband's words were always touching.
Tomoe folded the letter and placed it in a desk drawer, pulling out another of his letters. She knew what it said; she knew every word; it was engraved in her heart, but just that feeling, knowing he had written to her...
She sighed, opening another letter. This one was from her parents about Daichi, and how big he was growing. She wiped the tears that had spilled from her eyes. She didn't see Daichi growing up, she didn't see Kenshin complete his books...
Kenji woke and began to bawl. Tomoe rushed over to attend to her son.
When he had finally been coaxed into sleep, Tomeo's thoughts drifted back to her husband.
She remember everything he complete a book and got it published he would buy a large bouquet of flowers and sing and dance all the way home.
She grinned through the bittersweet moment of remembering she hadn't been there when he had finished his last two books.
He always brought a smile to her large grin to her face, even if it was improper. A smile for a woman was to be small and reserved, covered with the hands.
That was the way she was brought up- to be a docile China doll for her future husband.
She didn't remember a single moment in her childhood when she truly smiled. But with Kenshin, that all changed.
Now Tomoe's smile wasn't rare "like the pearl" her brother Enishi had once said. It was as common as chopsticks. Kenshin didn't mind if she laughed so hard she cried.
He was truly amazing. She couldn't help but feel how lucky she was, with such a loving husband, who didn't mind if she expressed herself.
She couldn't help but love him.
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That chapter was REALLY hard to write by the way... I couldn't get everything to fit.
I hope this is good. Please review and leave comments.
I'm thinking of re-writing this chapter... or at least editing the plot... I dunno...
Next chapter will probably be in early or late February. Blame my teachers and midterms!!
Sorry.
Please review!! (^.^)
Hey!
Disclaimer: It's here, don't sue because I don't own.
+Review Responses+
Altoid: Well... I'm not too far along in this story. There is going to be K/K (that's for sure) , but it's a shaky K/K. I have an ending set for this story already; I'm not sure if it's really a believable ending, but it is what my morbid mind comes up with. I can't give it away. (Of course) Um... I'm not a very good summary writer... I'll see what I can do... thanks for reading though! ^^
Kiriakis: Yep... so much has happened already... and so much more to come! Thanks for reviewing! ^^
Shiomei: Thanks for the compliment! (and for reading) ^^
Wistful-eyes: Thanks for reviewing! ^^
MissBehavin: All will be revealed in this chapter. You are right with one of the foods: the bad tasting stuff is cheese... but the puffy stuff that was also stringed on the tree was popcorn. Thanks for reviewing! ^^
RoseoftheDesert: Yeah... good and bad... Thanks for reading!
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Well... I thought I jump of seven years was too much... so I shortened it to five. Here is 1947.
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1947- Five years later
"Aunt Tokio, I hope you are well. I'm sorry we haven't visited. We're living in Shanghai. Okita and Soujirou have good jobs in Shanghai. I leave our address with you. Your boys are growing up. Tsutomu is in school, don't you worry. He's growing up like you. Tsuyoshi is starting school. He looks like his father. Uncle Saitou? He's fine. He is in the United States, working. He misses you, we all do. Did I tell you I have a little boy now? His name is Tatsuo, you like that name. I hope you are well. Farewell Aunt Tokio."
Gina bowed and placed the flowers in a vase. She set the note with the address next to it, placing a photograph of Tsutomu, Tsuyoshi and Tatsou under the vase. She gently touched the petals of the orchids and left quickly. She wiped the tears falling from her eyes.
(A/N: I know orchids grow in China... I'm just not sure the season they grow in, but they're pretty... so I put them in.)
***
Kaoru watched Gina return from her visit with Tokio.
They were visiting their old home. Now the World War was over, but not China's problems. China had erupted into a civil war; the Communist pitted against the Nationalist.
Kaoru saw Gina coming down that wide road, still filled with peddlers. For a moment, it looked like they had never left the place.
Gina grinned and bowed slightly, "Miss Kaoru."
Kaoru nodded a greeting.
The pair walked towards the house they shared years ago. It was abandoned now and the visit to their old hometown always sparked memories.
Kaoru dusted as Gina prepared a meal. Kaoru glanced up to see Gina searching through the cupboards for utensils.
"Ladles are in the far left drawer." Kaoru called.
Gina held one up triumphantly. "Got it!"
The evening came on quickly and Kaoru lit the lamps. The house was filled with a soft glow. The murmurs of the neighbors were heard. Misao and Aoshi were probably having dinner too.
They were seated at the low table. Gina was chewing thoughtfully on rice. Kaoru could always tell because Gina were stare at something, but be really staring right through it.
Kaoru started a conversation, "Will the boys be here?"
Gina shook her head, "No. They're in Shanghai, in school. Education is best for them... Tokio would want it so."
"I still think they should enjoy this place like they did when they were small."
"They probably don't remember this place very well."
A comfortable silence fell as the two women enjoyed the meal.
"So when's Tokio getting over here?" Kaoru asked casually as she reached over to pick up a slice of meat. "You cooked this meat well. Tokio will like this." She glanced up startled as Gina dropped her rice bowl. "You all right Gina?"
"Miss Kaoru... tell me what year this is."
"Don't be silly Gina. It's 1942."
Gina looked seriously at Kaoru, "You're doing it again Miss Kaoru."
"What?"
"It's 1947." Gina said as she swept up the broken pieces and headed to the kitchen.
That left Kaoru thinking. It's 1947. It's 1947. It's 1947. It's 1947. Right... it was.
Sometimes Kaoru's mind would be stuck in the good times, the early 1940's; the world war time; especially now they were home.
But it was 1947. A lot had changed.
Now they were living in the bustling city of Shanghai. It was loud, overcrowded, and constricting. Kaoru could barely get to sleep at night.
Now Soujirou and Okita were government police officers, for the Nationalist.
Now Mr. Saitou was in the United States, hoping to earn enough money to bring his family and his niece's family over there. He had been there over a year now.
Now Tsutomu and Tsuyoshi were not little brats. True they were still boys, but more helpful, a little more understanding, and in school most of the day.
Now Gina had a little boy. His name was Tatsuo. Four years ago Gina gave birth to a little boy named Tatsuo, named for the little boy who never lived to take a breath that Christmas evening, the year before.
Now Tokio was dead, five years this Christmas; dead in childbirth, with her son who did not even live to take a breath. This is why they moved; and why Mr. Saitou left for America.
(A/N: Was anyone surprised by this little fact? Which means Gina was talking to not Tokio in the beginning of this chapter... but a tombstone)
In one fleeting night Gina had found herself responsible for her two cousins, along with her uncle and husband.
"Miss Kaoru? When can we be home?" Gina set a pot of hot tea down and poured.
"We'll spend two days here. I want to visit my cousin. Then we go home. No more than a week Gina. The boys will be fine."
Gina nodded.
Herself, Kaoru was a bit disappointed she had not had children of her own. Kaoru was already old; thirty. At this age most woman had already three or four children.
***
Kaoru looked around, frantic to find her cousin's house. It had begun to rain. Kaoru raced blindly into a small restaurant, crashing into a man.
Kaoru was about to apologize when the man hugged her tightly, "Miss Kaoru! So nice to see you again."
Kaoru stumbled back and the man caught her before she fell.
"Falling for me once again?" Joked the red-haired man.
Kaoru blushed as the man released her, "Mr. Himura."
"Kenshin."
"Huh?"
"Call me Kenshin." The writer gave her another sloppy grin.
"So how are you Kenshin?"
"Very well. As you Miss Kaoru?"
Kaoru nodded, "So what are you doing here?"
"Idea collecting."
"I read Solider of the Clouds and Tears of the Moon. Both very well written."
Kenshin shrugged, "Writing use to come so easy to me. Now... it's like I have a block in my mind."
"Planning on writing another book soon? It's been over two years." Kaoru smiled as Kenshin offered her some tea.
Kenshin shrugged, "What are you doing here?"
"Visiting my cousin."
"Well... it's raining too hard. Stay. Tell me how has your five years been."
And Kaoru did. That whole afternoon she poured her five years of realities, hopes, and fears to that patient red-haired man.
How she wanted children. How she was envious of Gina, even though Gina' burdens were far greater than hers. How she wished her husband was more understanding towards her; that he treat her as an equal. How she wished her husband wouldn't treat her as a friendly neighbor, they had been married for YEARS now! How she hoped the achieve one day that fairy tale ending Kenshin wrote in all his books.
He listened, and then it was his turn.
How he was afraid for Kenji's health; his second son. His wife Tomoe had taken Kenji to her family home, hoping he would get better there. How he hoped his crops would grow better this year. How he hoped his eldest son was all right; without his parents at home, left with only his grandparents. How he hoped to also live that fairy tale ending.
And Kaoru listened.
And they talked... the whole afternoon- mostly about the fairy tales endings in all of Kenshin's novels.
Kaoru hurriedly stood up, "I'll visit my cousin another day. Gina is waiting."
Kenshin smiled, "Nice seeing you again."
"You too."
"Are you visiting your cousin's tomorrow?"
"Yes." Kaoru gave a slight wave.
"Good. I'll walk you." Kenshin said firmly, returning her wave.
***
Kenshin sighed as he watched Kaoru disappear out the door. He shuffled through his papers, searching for his pen.
She was an interesting person and she had poured her soul to him that day.
Why she had? Because he noticed there was something she needed to let out, over a five-year period. He just happened to be the one that was there when she most needed an ear. He needed one too.
It had been almost two years since he had seen his wife and youngest son. Kenji had a frail body, and was sent to Tomoe's family home; hoping the weather there would improve his health. Kenshin stayed on his farm, or traveled to gain ideas.
What no one knew was that Kenshin had joined with the Communists. Such things were never spoken in public in fear of the Nationalist who controlled the government, but everyone knew anyone could be a Communist.
She would not understand. Her husband worked for the Nationalists. Best just to meet her one last time and put her out of his head forever.
There was no chance they would ever meet again.
***
Kaoru hurried to find her cousin's house. She doubt Kenshin would wait all day just for her.
She stopped ion front of the café. He wasn't there. She was being foolish; of course he wouldn't wait.
Kaoru felt a slight tapping and she turned around.
"Good morning!" Kenshin smiled broadly.
Kaoru bobbed her head, "It is a beautiful day."
"Where does your cousin live?"
Kaoru gave him the address, and soon they had found the large house. Kaoru thanked him and skipped inside.
***
Her cousin had married well and had a nice family. Her husband had died only a few months ago.
She had five beautiful girls; each educated in the arts, well-mannered and suitable brides for any man. They also had six sons; ready to carry their family name, honor and strength.
They had a vast manor. Kaoru could see many servants rushing around the grand mansion.
And she couldn't help feeling envious.
Her cousin had a good life, a loving wealthy husband's estates, many children, and many servants to make her life one like a queen.
They were seated on the veranda, sipping tea; just the two of them, like they use to play tea party on the family farm.
"You married well." Kaoru commented.
Emi, her cousin smiled graciously, "It is a well living. And you cousin? How is your husband?"
"Well." Kaoru replied dryly.
"Kaoru."
Kaoru knew that tone of voice. Although she had not seen Emi in years, there bond in their younger years had not faded. Emi wanted to know. Kaoru sighed, "No children. We live in the city."
"City is nice. Too quiet out here."
Kaoru shook her head, "No. Too noisy in city. I barely get sleep."
"You think it looks so nice my life on the outside. I tell you the truth. I have HORRIBLE marriage." Emi whispered lightly.
Kaoru frowned. How could Emi have a horrible marriage? She waited for her cousin to continue.
"My husband drank a LOT! He come home... anger in eyes... and beat all of us. Except his sons. Every night!" Emi showed Kaoru the various cuts and bruises on her arms. They were healing.
"My husband treats me as a neighbor." Kaoru snapped.
"He treats you well then." Emi sighed, "I wish I had a kind husband."
Kaoru pursed her lips. She had to admit Soujirou NEVER laid a hand on her. But she did feel anything towards him. He was just a nice guy she lived with. They had occasion conversation, nothing deep.
Kenshin on the other hand had goals- ambitions. He joked around, and all in all, fun to be around. He saw her heart, and she saw his. It wasn't love, but it was... the danger of it.
It didn't matter. They would be leaving for Shanghai the following morning. She would never see Kenshin again.
She pushed all her thoughts of him out of her head.
***
Tomoe glanced worriedly at Kenji. He had such a frail body.
Currently he was lying in bed, covers pulled tightly around him.
Tomoe assured herself he was asleep before she returned her attention to the letter her husband had written.
How she missed Kenshin! And Daichi! How she missed their little farm. Her parents' home was spacious, yet empty.
Here there was no rustling of Kenshin's pen over those milky white papers.
Here there was no Daichi, playing hide-and-seek with the neighbors.
Here there was no sight of that red-haired working diligently in the field.
Here there was no Kenshin.
It wasn't her home, but she did it for Kenji.
She missed her home and her eldest son. Her husband's words were always touching.
Tomoe folded the letter and placed it in a desk drawer, pulling out another of his letters. She knew what it said; she knew every word; it was engraved in her heart, but just that feeling, knowing he had written to her...
She sighed, opening another letter. This one was from her parents about Daichi, and how big he was growing. She wiped the tears that had spilled from her eyes. She didn't see Daichi growing up, she didn't see Kenshin complete his books...
Kenji woke and began to bawl. Tomoe rushed over to attend to her son.
When he had finally been coaxed into sleep, Tomeo's thoughts drifted back to her husband.
She remember everything he complete a book and got it published he would buy a large bouquet of flowers and sing and dance all the way home.
She grinned through the bittersweet moment of remembering she hadn't been there when he had finished his last two books.
He always brought a smile to her large grin to her face, even if it was improper. A smile for a woman was to be small and reserved, covered with the hands.
That was the way she was brought up- to be a docile China doll for her future husband.
She didn't remember a single moment in her childhood when she truly smiled. But with Kenshin, that all changed.
Now Tomoe's smile wasn't rare "like the pearl" her brother Enishi had once said. It was as common as chopsticks. Kenshin didn't mind if she laughed so hard she cried.
He was truly amazing. She couldn't help but feel how lucky she was, with such a loving husband, who didn't mind if she expressed herself.
She couldn't help but love him.
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That chapter was REALLY hard to write by the way... I couldn't get everything to fit.
I hope this is good. Please review and leave comments.
I'm thinking of re-writing this chapter... or at least editing the plot... I dunno...
Next chapter will probably be in early or late February. Blame my teachers and midterms!!
Sorry.
Please review!! (^.^)