Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Rurouni Kenshin characters, Kiena
Himura, or Kiera Nakamura. The last two are owned by my friends and I
don't know the names of all the people who own RK.
Chapter 7: Girl?
"A WHAT!?!" Katsura exclaimed at the top of his lungs.
"A girl," the doctor repeated patiently. He had been quite surprised to find the Battousi and three other figures at his door at the current late hour. He had no time for protest, though, for as soon as the door was opened, they pushed inside. Only then did they notice the fifth figure in the arms of one of the other non-known figures. He went straight to work, which proved to be a good thing too, for the cut had been deep. Any longer, and she might not have lived.
"She and the others are in there. She has just come to," the doctor supplied as an excuse to direct Katsura's anger away from him.
Katsura entered the room and quickly took in the scene.
Kiriko looked up at the sound of the door opening. She had heard the exchange outside and knew that Katsura was coming. She had ordered Kenshin to lead them to the nearest doctor that they could trust. Not surprisingly when faced with an angry, commanding Kiriko, he obeyed, and the doctor had helped Kiera. Then, he called for Katsura.
Kiera was lying on the futon in the center of the room. Kenshin was sitting against the opposite wall from Kiena, Shinta, and Kiriko.
"Mind explaining what in the world this is about?" Katsura asked in a slightly civil tone.
"Oh, just shut up, will you? You wouldn't have let me fight any other way," Kiera replied, wincing slightly at his tone.
"Then tell me who you really are!" he snapped.
"My name is Nakamura Kiera. And you should be thanking me. I just saved your assassin, though I wouldn't if I hadn't thought he was Shinta."
"They do look too damn much alike as it is," Kiriko added for a good measure.
"I will not stand for this! Women, let alone girls, have no place in war!" he exclaimed, red in the face.
"Do they not, now? Strange, I had thought that there were female spies and assassins, women doctors, and who do you think support this revolution? With all the men gone, who do you think works to pay for the firearms? Blades? Medicines? I have even seen plenty of women as weapon smiths, and even some fighters in your front lines that you have no clue are women!" Kiriko/Kei stated.
"There are no women weapon smiths-"Katsura started, but was interrupted before he could finish.
"Are you really so foolish as to think that those married to weapon smiths do not learn enough of the trade to help as much as apprentices?" countered Kei.
Katsura was definitely surprised by the look on his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he ceded. Then he turned his attentions to Kenshin.
"And what do you have to say in all of this?" he asked with an inquiring glance in his direction.
"Absolutely nothing," Kenshin answered. "I owe my life to a fighter, and whether that fighter is female or male, I still owe my life to them. The facts still remain the same."
This statement surprised Katsura into silence, a deep brooding silence. He seemed to be deciding on whether to let them stay or not, and luckily, no one said anything to disturb his thinking.
"I will think over this. Meanwhile, you the four of you that are able will continue as you have been." he concluded. Turning around, he left the room and returned to his bed for some sleep.
Two weeks later, Kiriko had become so used to being called Kei that she had begun not to answer to Kiriko when the other three called her that. Kiera had healed just fine, though she use still on bed rest, kept there physically if need be. The four of them were resting and training at a safe house that only Kenshin and Katsura knew about.
At the moment, it was raining with a passion outside, and the four of them were stuck inside. As expected, this did nothing for Kiera's mood.
"I'm fine, already! Let me out this instant! Or else-"her screaming, cursing voice receded into a dull noise when the door was shut. And locked from outside.
"She is more work than she is worth. If I wasn't her friend, well..." Shinta let that thought trail off.
"She should be allowed to get moving again soon, not that we'll be able to hold in there much longer." Kiena added in good humor. "Really, it should be a few days at the latest. Not that she'll be allowed any heavy work."
Shinta let out a groan. "So, you mean she'll be able to pound me into the ground in no time? What a day to look forward to!"
They had just resettled into their usual routine when a pounding arose at the door. It was Katsura.
Kiriko looked at the sopping wet bundle in surprise. It was soon shaken, though, as Katsura dumped the entire mess into her arms. It was a child. It was impossible to tell it's age or gender, though, for it cringed into a small ball.
What in the world, she thought. The child moved slightly and started to shiver. This shocked Kei into action.
"Move!" she commanded, pushing passed the people crowed at the door. Instantly they all moved aside. "Shinta, bring me some towels and blankets. Kiena, some warm food." she ordered. Then as an afterthought, "Bandages as well."
Katsura awarded himself with a little smile. When Kei saw him, her glare made him think better of it and he started after Shinta to help out. Things could be explained later.
When the child, a boy of about ten or so, was feed and asleep, piled with blankets, Katsura found himself surrounded.
"Just what were you thinking, taking a poor child like that out into the rain?" Kei abolished. "And you, the leader of warriors! You could have gotten that poor boy killed!"
"I found him, alright! Stop hassling me!" Katsura ordered.
"Found him where? And why bring him here?" Shinta asked.
"On the street, abandoned. I brought him here because it is a safe house, so he'll be safe."
"And what do you want us to do with him? It is obvious you have something in mind." remarked Kei.
"Train him." And that was that.
Sorry for not updating sooner. I was being lazy again, so I have no excuse. please don't kill me Update soon.
Himura, or Kiera Nakamura. The last two are owned by my friends and I
don't know the names of all the people who own RK.
Chapter 7: Girl?
"A WHAT!?!" Katsura exclaimed at the top of his lungs.
"A girl," the doctor repeated patiently. He had been quite surprised to find the Battousi and three other figures at his door at the current late hour. He had no time for protest, though, for as soon as the door was opened, they pushed inside. Only then did they notice the fifth figure in the arms of one of the other non-known figures. He went straight to work, which proved to be a good thing too, for the cut had been deep. Any longer, and she might not have lived.
"She and the others are in there. She has just come to," the doctor supplied as an excuse to direct Katsura's anger away from him.
Katsura entered the room and quickly took in the scene.
Kiriko looked up at the sound of the door opening. She had heard the exchange outside and knew that Katsura was coming. She had ordered Kenshin to lead them to the nearest doctor that they could trust. Not surprisingly when faced with an angry, commanding Kiriko, he obeyed, and the doctor had helped Kiera. Then, he called for Katsura.
Kiera was lying on the futon in the center of the room. Kenshin was sitting against the opposite wall from Kiena, Shinta, and Kiriko.
"Mind explaining what in the world this is about?" Katsura asked in a slightly civil tone.
"Oh, just shut up, will you? You wouldn't have let me fight any other way," Kiera replied, wincing slightly at his tone.
"Then tell me who you really are!" he snapped.
"My name is Nakamura Kiera. And you should be thanking me. I just saved your assassin, though I wouldn't if I hadn't thought he was Shinta."
"They do look too damn much alike as it is," Kiriko added for a good measure.
"I will not stand for this! Women, let alone girls, have no place in war!" he exclaimed, red in the face.
"Do they not, now? Strange, I had thought that there were female spies and assassins, women doctors, and who do you think support this revolution? With all the men gone, who do you think works to pay for the firearms? Blades? Medicines? I have even seen plenty of women as weapon smiths, and even some fighters in your front lines that you have no clue are women!" Kiriko/Kei stated.
"There are no women weapon smiths-"Katsura started, but was interrupted before he could finish.
"Are you really so foolish as to think that those married to weapon smiths do not learn enough of the trade to help as much as apprentices?" countered Kei.
Katsura was definitely surprised by the look on his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he ceded. Then he turned his attentions to Kenshin.
"And what do you have to say in all of this?" he asked with an inquiring glance in his direction.
"Absolutely nothing," Kenshin answered. "I owe my life to a fighter, and whether that fighter is female or male, I still owe my life to them. The facts still remain the same."
This statement surprised Katsura into silence, a deep brooding silence. He seemed to be deciding on whether to let them stay or not, and luckily, no one said anything to disturb his thinking.
"I will think over this. Meanwhile, you the four of you that are able will continue as you have been." he concluded. Turning around, he left the room and returned to his bed for some sleep.
Two weeks later, Kiriko had become so used to being called Kei that she had begun not to answer to Kiriko when the other three called her that. Kiera had healed just fine, though she use still on bed rest, kept there physically if need be. The four of them were resting and training at a safe house that only Kenshin and Katsura knew about.
At the moment, it was raining with a passion outside, and the four of them were stuck inside. As expected, this did nothing for Kiera's mood.
"I'm fine, already! Let me out this instant! Or else-"her screaming, cursing voice receded into a dull noise when the door was shut. And locked from outside.
"She is more work than she is worth. If I wasn't her friend, well..." Shinta let that thought trail off.
"She should be allowed to get moving again soon, not that we'll be able to hold in there much longer." Kiena added in good humor. "Really, it should be a few days at the latest. Not that she'll be allowed any heavy work."
Shinta let out a groan. "So, you mean she'll be able to pound me into the ground in no time? What a day to look forward to!"
They had just resettled into their usual routine when a pounding arose at the door. It was Katsura.
Kiriko looked at the sopping wet bundle in surprise. It was soon shaken, though, as Katsura dumped the entire mess into her arms. It was a child. It was impossible to tell it's age or gender, though, for it cringed into a small ball.
What in the world, she thought. The child moved slightly and started to shiver. This shocked Kei into action.
"Move!" she commanded, pushing passed the people crowed at the door. Instantly they all moved aside. "Shinta, bring me some towels and blankets. Kiena, some warm food." she ordered. Then as an afterthought, "Bandages as well."
Katsura awarded himself with a little smile. When Kei saw him, her glare made him think better of it and he started after Shinta to help out. Things could be explained later.
When the child, a boy of about ten or so, was feed and asleep, piled with blankets, Katsura found himself surrounded.
"Just what were you thinking, taking a poor child like that out into the rain?" Kei abolished. "And you, the leader of warriors! You could have gotten that poor boy killed!"
"I found him, alright! Stop hassling me!" Katsura ordered.
"Found him where? And why bring him here?" Shinta asked.
"On the street, abandoned. I brought him here because it is a safe house, so he'll be safe."
"And what do you want us to do with him? It is obvious you have something in mind." remarked Kei.
"Train him." And that was that.
Sorry for not updating sooner. I was being lazy again, so I have no excuse. please don't kill me Update soon.