RUROUNI KENSHIN DOES NOT BELONG TO ME AND IF IT DID, WHY WOULD I BE WRITING
THIS??
Summary: Kaoru's even more angry and irritated than usual, her feelings for a certain Rurouni have developed over the past few months, Kenshin knows, but is too shy to say anything, saying she deserves better....that's all I'll say for now
Yahiko prayed that his parents were watching over him from heaven and they would somehow stop the menacing Kenshin and Kaoru from beating the living snot out of him, and that he had sat in a different possition, because he was sitting on a very large, spongy, wet thing. ((AKA Sanosuke's bleeding heavily bandaged Futae No Kiwami hand))
Kenshin, having let the Battousai take control over him, was currently following Kaoru, who had her bokken raised in the air, small crosses all over her beetroot red face. Kenshin, with his fully amber eyes, flipped sakabatou unsheathed by his side in his hand, and currently trying to impose some of his anger and power using his Swordsman Spirit upon the thing that broke up his special moment with Kaoru.
"I'm going to beat down the thing that did this, so prepare to die...wherever you are."
He sighed. He was sighing so much today. Misao had dragged him all the way from Kyoto to Tokyo, for her own reasons she had said to him. Eversince his return from Mount Hiei that moonlit-night, he had seen with his own eyes how much Misao had changed from the little girl he had known all those years ago, to the young woman she was now. He found himself wondering that fateful night if she loved him after she had hugged him after he returned. These questions had nagged his mind that whole night and he founs himself experiencing for the first time in his life, the pains and agony to love.
Misao was tired. Even though she was barely carrying everything, except maybe for three roll-up pouches which contained her 6 sets of daggers used for the Kansatsu Tobi Kunei, and a light satchel of food and water. She felt sorry for Aoshi. She had made them take the long way instead of the train just to save a few Yen, and he had to lug her clothes bag, not to mention his own. Misao had always loved Aoshi, even when he had joned up with Shishio, it pained her heart to see him hurt, and when he came back that night from Mount Hiei the way he was, she realised that she loved him, not as a brotherly or sisterly love, but she loved him as a woman loved a man...how she wished that he noticed, he was so silent, so...cold on the outside, but she knew deep down, he was a warm and caring person, and she knew that she will never satisfy his tastes, a man like that, and a Weasel, couples like that only existed in stories that Okina had seldom told her when she was young. She was tired.
"Aoshi, lets stay here for tonight, we will head for the Kamiya Dojo tomorrow, ok?"
"...hai."
And together, they walked into the park like place, with it's many cherry blossoms and wonderful lake.
Yahiko had never been more terrified in his life. Even that time, where he had argued with the head of the Shuei Yakuza all those months ago, paled in comparison to what was happening now. Back then, even if the Yakuza were scary, they didn't beat you unless of some good reason to them, they killed you. Okay. Kaoru had often given him a bokken to the head attack, and he had gotten used to it, but the fact of Kenshin's Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, not to mention Battousai's strength and unrelenting fury, Yahiko prayed that his parents would protect him, no matter what, well, at least he hoped that Sanosuke would at least put up a fight long enough for him to run. He shifted uncomfortably. He had picked such a bad place to sit. He was sitting on a large, wet, spongy thing that had wet his hakama ((or his pants, I think they're called hakamas)) all the way through to his rear end.
Sanosuke sat there, quivering. The pain in his Futae no Kiwami hand was unbearable, he felt very uncomfortable with the tip of Yahiko's shinai up his nose, and he was suffocating in this putrid smelling bush with horrible litte pink flowers. It took all of his self control and willpower just not to scream from the pain he was experiencing and how he wish he could just shove Yahiko off for the Missy to beat while making his getaway.
He dearly regretted getting out of bed today
"We are here Miss Kaoru," with that, he extended his hand to part the bush, but-
"Hey there!"
Kenshin stopped. He turned around briefly before turning to face those who had called, his eyes having gone back to the normal, sedate violet and the Rurouni grin back on his face. Kaoru had lowered her bokken, her face becoming a normal skin colour ((I'm Aussie, so don't tell me I'm a bad speller)) and the anger disappearing to be replaced with surprise.
"Hello, long time no see! How are you guys?"
With that, Kenshin, Kaoru, Aoshi and Misao walked of into the sunset, hold their significent others' arms.
Sanosuke and Yahiko breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yahiko, get your big butt off of my hand!" cried Yahiko, who rolled off.
"Hey, what'd you just say?!?!"
"I said get your big butt off of my hand
"Grrrrr," and with that, he leaped onto Sanosuke's back and started to gnaw his hair.
"Hey, what the hell were you doing in that tree Yahiko?"
"Following you, you bastard!"
"Who are you calling a bastard, little kid?"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Stop it with the little thing!! And I am NOT A KID
And they left together for the Kamiya Dojo....still bickering, into the sunset.
Whew! My hand hurts. Oh well. I hope you've enjoyed this Chapter. I hope you all have a nice day, and could you do me a favour; see that little button on the left "submit a review"? Click on it, and leave me a review.
Cheers,
Tanuki Kaoru.
Summary: Kaoru's even more angry and irritated than usual, her feelings for a certain Rurouni have developed over the past few months, Kenshin knows, but is too shy to say anything, saying she deserves better....that's all I'll say for now
Yahiko prayed that his parents were watching over him from heaven and they would somehow stop the menacing Kenshin and Kaoru from beating the living snot out of him, and that he had sat in a different possition, because he was sitting on a very large, spongy, wet thing. ((AKA Sanosuke's bleeding heavily bandaged Futae No Kiwami hand))
Kenshin, having let the Battousai take control over him, was currently following Kaoru, who had her bokken raised in the air, small crosses all over her beetroot red face. Kenshin, with his fully amber eyes, flipped sakabatou unsheathed by his side in his hand, and currently trying to impose some of his anger and power using his Swordsman Spirit upon the thing that broke up his special moment with Kaoru.
"I'm going to beat down the thing that did this, so prepare to die...wherever you are."
He sighed. He was sighing so much today. Misao had dragged him all the way from Kyoto to Tokyo, for her own reasons she had said to him. Eversince his return from Mount Hiei that moonlit-night, he had seen with his own eyes how much Misao had changed from the little girl he had known all those years ago, to the young woman she was now. He found himself wondering that fateful night if she loved him after she had hugged him after he returned. These questions had nagged his mind that whole night and he founs himself experiencing for the first time in his life, the pains and agony to love.
Misao was tired. Even though she was barely carrying everything, except maybe for three roll-up pouches which contained her 6 sets of daggers used for the Kansatsu Tobi Kunei, and a light satchel of food and water. She felt sorry for Aoshi. She had made them take the long way instead of the train just to save a few Yen, and he had to lug her clothes bag, not to mention his own. Misao had always loved Aoshi, even when he had joned up with Shishio, it pained her heart to see him hurt, and when he came back that night from Mount Hiei the way he was, she realised that she loved him, not as a brotherly or sisterly love, but she loved him as a woman loved a man...how she wished that he noticed, he was so silent, so...cold on the outside, but she knew deep down, he was a warm and caring person, and she knew that she will never satisfy his tastes, a man like that, and a Weasel, couples like that only existed in stories that Okina had seldom told her when she was young. She was tired.
"Aoshi, lets stay here for tonight, we will head for the Kamiya Dojo tomorrow, ok?"
"...hai."
And together, they walked into the park like place, with it's many cherry blossoms and wonderful lake.
Yahiko had never been more terrified in his life. Even that time, where he had argued with the head of the Shuei Yakuza all those months ago, paled in comparison to what was happening now. Back then, even if the Yakuza were scary, they didn't beat you unless of some good reason to them, they killed you. Okay. Kaoru had often given him a bokken to the head attack, and he had gotten used to it, but the fact of Kenshin's Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, not to mention Battousai's strength and unrelenting fury, Yahiko prayed that his parents would protect him, no matter what, well, at least he hoped that Sanosuke would at least put up a fight long enough for him to run. He shifted uncomfortably. He had picked such a bad place to sit. He was sitting on a large, wet, spongy thing that had wet his hakama ((or his pants, I think they're called hakamas)) all the way through to his rear end.
Sanosuke sat there, quivering. The pain in his Futae no Kiwami hand was unbearable, he felt very uncomfortable with the tip of Yahiko's shinai up his nose, and he was suffocating in this putrid smelling bush with horrible litte pink flowers. It took all of his self control and willpower just not to scream from the pain he was experiencing and how he wish he could just shove Yahiko off for the Missy to beat while making his getaway.
He dearly regretted getting out of bed today
"We are here Miss Kaoru," with that, he extended his hand to part the bush, but-
"Hey there!"
Kenshin stopped. He turned around briefly before turning to face those who had called, his eyes having gone back to the normal, sedate violet and the Rurouni grin back on his face. Kaoru had lowered her bokken, her face becoming a normal skin colour ((I'm Aussie, so don't tell me I'm a bad speller)) and the anger disappearing to be replaced with surprise.
"Hello, long time no see! How are you guys?"
With that, Kenshin, Kaoru, Aoshi and Misao walked of into the sunset, hold their significent others' arms.
Sanosuke and Yahiko breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yahiko, get your big butt off of my hand!" cried Yahiko, who rolled off.
"Hey, what'd you just say?!?!"
"I said get your big butt off of my hand
"Grrrrr," and with that, he leaped onto Sanosuke's back and started to gnaw his hair.
"Hey, what the hell were you doing in that tree Yahiko?"
"Following you, you bastard!"
"Who are you calling a bastard, little kid?"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Stop it with the little thing!! And I am NOT A KID
And they left together for the Kamiya Dojo....still bickering, into the sunset.
Whew! My hand hurts. Oh well. I hope you've enjoyed this Chapter. I hope you all have a nice day, and could you do me a favour; see that little button on the left "submit a review"? Click on it, and leave me a review.
Cheers,
Tanuki Kaoru.