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:: chapter 2 ::
Wait, no. It wasn't all black. There it was, a window of light right up ahead.
Kaoru's eyes eventually got used to the darkness. She knew that she was on a road of some sorts, and ahead of her was a building. There was hardly any person on the streets, and the air was sharp with cold.
Kaoru shuddered. So this was what those times that Kenshin talked about was like.
Kaoru shuddered again, and shivered as well. Gosh, it was cold. She rubbed her arms fervently. She decided to check out the house ahead to see what it was like.
As she walked closer, she noticed that it was a bar. 'Maybe it's the bar that Kenshin was drinking in the night he met Tomoe . . .' Kaoru thought. She pushed open the door and stepped into the warm room.
Her eyes got accustomed to the brightness. Many somber men sat around, drinking sake and conversing in low tones. She noticed that quite a few carried swords around. Her heart went out for Kenshin; what a horrible, violent time this must have been.
In the corner, there was a little boy with red hair in a high, sleek ponytail. Kaoru's eyes bulged. She noticed a sharp scar on his cheek, and his fierce purple eyes glaring off into nowhere.
Kaoru could hardly believe her eyes. This was fifteen year old Kenshin.
Looking around, she also saw a young woman sitting by herself in the opposite corner. This woman had sad, unfocused eyes. Kaoru watched as she poured and downed a cup of sake. And another one. And another one.
Kaoru felt sad for this woman. How horrible it must feel to be alone like this, having nothing to do other than drinking.
"Are you coming in or not, Miss?"
A few emotionless eyes were cast upon her, and then went back focusing on the blank walls in front of them. Kaoru reddened a bit. "Yes, I am."
She walked slowly to a seat almost exactly next to Kenshin's seat. As she sat down, she accidentally bumped into his sword, which he had placed close next to him. Instantly, Kenshin's hand grabbed the hilt, and he turned around and glared at Kaoru.
Kaoru froze. The fierce purple eyes that dug inside her were flecked with amber. This wasn't Kenshin. It was Hitokiri Battousai, that character Kaoru had seen who killed with no mercy. "Gomen . . . gomen nasai," she stuttered awkwardly.
Wordlessly, Kenshin turned back to his sake and pensive mood. Kaoru ordered a cup of tea (much to the disappointment of the owner- he had wished that she was more like the other young lady in the other corner) and studied her surroundings.
So this was Kenshin's life, the life he told her about. How dreary and lonely it was. She remembered the Kenshin that spent countless nights with her in the dojo, talking, laughing, and enjoying life. It was hard to imagine that carefree, loving man as this brooding, cold teenager.
She turned her gaze to her right, where Kenshin was. He was even shorter than her right now, only about 5'. He looked similar to the Kenshin she knew, but this Kenshin had only one scar, his hair was in a high, sleek ponytail, and his eyes were murderously amber.
Kaoru shuddered, despite sipping the warm tea. Those eyes were frightening. For the short moment he glared at her, she had felt daggers being thrown at her. Those eyes radiated anger, radiated murder, radiated hate. They were the eyes of someone who had no emotions.
She turned her attention to across the room, where the other woman was steadily drinking. It must be Tomoe Yukishiro.
Kaoru had to admit, Tomoe was beautiful. She had raven black hair that was exquisitely twisted and tied. She had soft, pale skin that shone in the flickering candlelight. Her hands were delicate, pouring the sake into her cup with the certain amount of class.
And yet, her eyes were completely devoid of emotion. She showed no sign of happiness, sadness, or anger. The blank pupils were blank, staring off into the middle of nowhere. It was like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else. She wore a simple, grave kimono with dark colors. Her kimono had the sharp contrast of white against purple. Kaoru fingered her own bright yellow sleeves. She could never imagine such a depressing garb.
Kaoru bit her lip. She could see the numerous empty sake bottles scattered next to the silent woman. How long had Tomoe been here drinking? Kaoru could never imagine spending even one night in such a depressing atmosphere at home.
To her right, Kenshin arose abruptly, breaking Kaoru's line of thinking. He walked swiftly out the door, leaving it to slam behind him.
Kaoru slurped up the last drop of her tea, paid her tab, and left too. She followed the man in the distance quietly, keeping her eyes on his crimson hair. The wind chilled her to the bone and chafed her skin. She wondered if Kenshin felt the same way right now. He sure didn't look it, continuing to walk swiftly on.
After hurrying along after Kenshin's swift pace, she was surprised to see the figure stop. She halted; what happened?
And suddenly, a shadow lept out next to Kenshin, enveloping him.
[whew! Done! =) Hope you liked it. CC please, if you wouldn't mind. ^.^ Till next time, sayonara!]
:: chapter 2 ::
Wait, no. It wasn't all black. There it was, a window of light right up ahead.
Kaoru's eyes eventually got used to the darkness. She knew that she was on a road of some sorts, and ahead of her was a building. There was hardly any person on the streets, and the air was sharp with cold.
Kaoru shuddered. So this was what those times that Kenshin talked about was like.
Kaoru shuddered again, and shivered as well. Gosh, it was cold. She rubbed her arms fervently. She decided to check out the house ahead to see what it was like.
As she walked closer, she noticed that it was a bar. 'Maybe it's the bar that Kenshin was drinking in the night he met Tomoe . . .' Kaoru thought. She pushed open the door and stepped into the warm room.
Her eyes got accustomed to the brightness. Many somber men sat around, drinking sake and conversing in low tones. She noticed that quite a few carried swords around. Her heart went out for Kenshin; what a horrible, violent time this must have been.
In the corner, there was a little boy with red hair in a high, sleek ponytail. Kaoru's eyes bulged. She noticed a sharp scar on his cheek, and his fierce purple eyes glaring off into nowhere.
Kaoru could hardly believe her eyes. This was fifteen year old Kenshin.
Looking around, she also saw a young woman sitting by herself in the opposite corner. This woman had sad, unfocused eyes. Kaoru watched as she poured and downed a cup of sake. And another one. And another one.
Kaoru felt sad for this woman. How horrible it must feel to be alone like this, having nothing to do other than drinking.
"Are you coming in or not, Miss?"
A few emotionless eyes were cast upon her, and then went back focusing on the blank walls in front of them. Kaoru reddened a bit. "Yes, I am."
She walked slowly to a seat almost exactly next to Kenshin's seat. As she sat down, she accidentally bumped into his sword, which he had placed close next to him. Instantly, Kenshin's hand grabbed the hilt, and he turned around and glared at Kaoru.
Kaoru froze. The fierce purple eyes that dug inside her were flecked with amber. This wasn't Kenshin. It was Hitokiri Battousai, that character Kaoru had seen who killed with no mercy. "Gomen . . . gomen nasai," she stuttered awkwardly.
Wordlessly, Kenshin turned back to his sake and pensive mood. Kaoru ordered a cup of tea (much to the disappointment of the owner- he had wished that she was more like the other young lady in the other corner) and studied her surroundings.
So this was Kenshin's life, the life he told her about. How dreary and lonely it was. She remembered the Kenshin that spent countless nights with her in the dojo, talking, laughing, and enjoying life. It was hard to imagine that carefree, loving man as this brooding, cold teenager.
She turned her gaze to her right, where Kenshin was. He was even shorter than her right now, only about 5'. He looked similar to the Kenshin she knew, but this Kenshin had only one scar, his hair was in a high, sleek ponytail, and his eyes were murderously amber.
Kaoru shuddered, despite sipping the warm tea. Those eyes were frightening. For the short moment he glared at her, she had felt daggers being thrown at her. Those eyes radiated anger, radiated murder, radiated hate. They were the eyes of someone who had no emotions.
She turned her attention to across the room, where the other woman was steadily drinking. It must be Tomoe Yukishiro.
Kaoru had to admit, Tomoe was beautiful. She had raven black hair that was exquisitely twisted and tied. She had soft, pale skin that shone in the flickering candlelight. Her hands were delicate, pouring the sake into her cup with the certain amount of class.
And yet, her eyes were completely devoid of emotion. She showed no sign of happiness, sadness, or anger. The blank pupils were blank, staring off into the middle of nowhere. It was like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else. She wore a simple, grave kimono with dark colors. Her kimono had the sharp contrast of white against purple. Kaoru fingered her own bright yellow sleeves. She could never imagine such a depressing garb.
Kaoru bit her lip. She could see the numerous empty sake bottles scattered next to the silent woman. How long had Tomoe been here drinking? Kaoru could never imagine spending even one night in such a depressing atmosphere at home.
To her right, Kenshin arose abruptly, breaking Kaoru's line of thinking. He walked swiftly out the door, leaving it to slam behind him.
Kaoru slurped up the last drop of her tea, paid her tab, and left too. She followed the man in the distance quietly, keeping her eyes on his crimson hair. The wind chilled her to the bone and chafed her skin. She wondered if Kenshin felt the same way right now. He sure didn't look it, continuing to walk swiftly on.
After hurrying along after Kenshin's swift pace, she was surprised to see the figure stop. She halted; what happened?
And suddenly, a shadow lept out next to Kenshin, enveloping him.
[whew! Done! =) Hope you liked it. CC please, if you wouldn't mind. ^.^ Till next time, sayonara!]