a/n - thanx for the reviews, ppl. ^^ ok, i guess i should start writing now....
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Yahiko stared out into the night sky, Kaoru had long lost him, and Kenshin was talking to the visitor for an hour now. But for some reason he didn't feel like even eavesdropping. Heck, Kaoru wasn't. Maybe that's a sign? He sighed before turning to go back inside.
He padded softly down the hall towards his room. 'I wonder what that guy's connection is to Kenshin...' He thought, as he slid open the door. What he saw was eye opening to say the least. In his room, on the floor, both Kenshin and Soujiro were seated. They looked up to him and smiled. "Why're you guys in my room."
"Yahiko..." Kenshin began, "Mr.Soujiro will be staying with us for a while, and it's already been approved by Ms.Kaoru dono.... However, we're asking your permission to let him share your room for a while..."
Yahiko took a moment to consider it, before turning his head as if uninterested and nodding, "I don't care. Do what you want."
Kenshin smiled and got up while Soujiro bowed slightly, "Thank you, Mr.Yahiko."
"Yeah, yeah, enough with the 'Mr.' stuff already!"
"Haha, I see you're not as formal as Mr.Himura..."
"Hey, what do'ya mean 'not as formal?'"
Kenshin placed his hands on Yahiko's shoulders which surprised him for a second. "Yahiko. I want you to be nice. Just this once."
"Huh? Yeah, sure. I am being nice. Honest!"
"Ok, good night to both of you." Kenshin smiled as he left, closing the door behind him.
There was silence between the two. Yahiko shifted over to his sheets which served as a bed, and hurriedly offered them to his temporary room mate. "Here, you can use them."
"No, I can't do that."
"Really, I kick it off in my sleep anyway."
"Oh, really? Then I suppose I should fear being kicked as well?"
"What are you trying to say?!" 'And to think I'm trying to be nice here.'
"Well, this room is so small. I just thought I outta be careful. Especially after the helpful information you have given me."
Yahiko at this point was beginning to feel steam rise from his ears. "Just take it or leave it, will ya? I hate being treated like such a kid!!"
He paused when Soujiro stopped smiling, his eyes now open and probably quite serious. Soujiro gently took the sheet from Yahiko's hands and laid it to his side, his eyes never leaving the other's. "Very well then, Yahiko.... We'll both be true men, and sleep on the cold hard floor tonight."
"..Fine by me." Yahiko muttered after slight hesitation. Soujiro's eyes were again closed and the smile back on his lips. The way his face changed sometimes was remarkable! Yahiko quickly lyed on his back, outstretching his arms and yawning deeply. "Hey, Soujiro..."
"Yes?" Soujiro replied, still in his sitting position and watching the smaller one already in a sleeping position.
Yahiko turned on his side, so that he was facing the other boy, "I don't mean to be nosy, but....." His eyes darted around the room, and his index finger made thoughtful, hesitant circles on the floor. "What exactly... Well... What I mean to say is... What are you to Kenshin? Do you two know each other?"
"Hm.... We... That's a good question... I guess I am his friend. At least that is the way I see it. I have a feeling Mr.Himura feels the same way. He's a good man..."
Yahiko seemed unconvinced, "How did you meet? I wanna know what happened."
Soujiro's expression was very thoughtful as he pondered on whether or not he should tell Yahiko his story. "Tell you what, Yahiko. How about I tell you a story first... Then, I'll tell ya how I met Mr.Himura."
"Uh... Why can't you just tell me about how you and Kenshin met first?"
"This story is necessary in order to understand what happened."
"...Ok."
Soujiro took a deep breath and sighed. Here goes nothing.
"There once was a young boy. Even younger than you. He was a good little kid, and loved his mother and father dearly...
But one day, his mother and father passed away, and his aunt and uncles took him in. They were mean, nasty people. His aunt made him do every chore imaginable, and his uncles would beat him mercilessly.
Every day, every night, the boy would cry.
And he'd cry.
And he'd cry.
Until one day, he could cry no more. His tears, he had run out. So he took punishment and showed no sign of pain. He strained his back carrying the barrels and bags of rice to the barn. Going out to buy sake, and getting beat with the bottle once it was emptied.
One day, as he was walking around idly after finishing his chores, the sun was just setting, there were howls and shouts. He turned the corner just in time to see a strange man wrapped in bandages slay some policemen.
The man looked at the boy, he came over to him, sword raised. "Prepare to die, boy." He said. But he did not swing. His eyes widened as the boy awaited the blow with a smile and happiness in his eyes. "What's wrong with you?" He asked.
When the boy realized he had not be slain, his face faulted..."
Soujiro looked up, to see if Yahiko was still listening. He observed carefully, the steady mention of the boy's chest, up and down. His eyes were closed, and his head was leaning on his palm. Soujiro smiled, taking Yahiko by his shoulders and laying his flat on his back. He took up the sheets he had set aside and spread them over the smaller boy's body.
"Don't be in such a hurry to be a man, Yahiko...." He whispered....
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a/n - ok, that's all i can write tonight. i must go to bed myself. maybe Soujiro will do some more story telling in the future for Yahiko? o.0 this chapter wasn't much, but i'd appreciate reviews. bye bye. ^^
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Yahiko stared out into the night sky, Kaoru had long lost him, and Kenshin was talking to the visitor for an hour now. But for some reason he didn't feel like even eavesdropping. Heck, Kaoru wasn't. Maybe that's a sign? He sighed before turning to go back inside.
He padded softly down the hall towards his room. 'I wonder what that guy's connection is to Kenshin...' He thought, as he slid open the door. What he saw was eye opening to say the least. In his room, on the floor, both Kenshin and Soujiro were seated. They looked up to him and smiled. "Why're you guys in my room."
"Yahiko..." Kenshin began, "Mr.Soujiro will be staying with us for a while, and it's already been approved by Ms.Kaoru dono.... However, we're asking your permission to let him share your room for a while..."
Yahiko took a moment to consider it, before turning his head as if uninterested and nodding, "I don't care. Do what you want."
Kenshin smiled and got up while Soujiro bowed slightly, "Thank you, Mr.Yahiko."
"Yeah, yeah, enough with the 'Mr.' stuff already!"
"Haha, I see you're not as formal as Mr.Himura..."
"Hey, what do'ya mean 'not as formal?'"
Kenshin placed his hands on Yahiko's shoulders which surprised him for a second. "Yahiko. I want you to be nice. Just this once."
"Huh? Yeah, sure. I am being nice. Honest!"
"Ok, good night to both of you." Kenshin smiled as he left, closing the door behind him.
There was silence between the two. Yahiko shifted over to his sheets which served as a bed, and hurriedly offered them to his temporary room mate. "Here, you can use them."
"No, I can't do that."
"Really, I kick it off in my sleep anyway."
"Oh, really? Then I suppose I should fear being kicked as well?"
"What are you trying to say?!" 'And to think I'm trying to be nice here.'
"Well, this room is so small. I just thought I outta be careful. Especially after the helpful information you have given me."
Yahiko at this point was beginning to feel steam rise from his ears. "Just take it or leave it, will ya? I hate being treated like such a kid!!"
He paused when Soujiro stopped smiling, his eyes now open and probably quite serious. Soujiro gently took the sheet from Yahiko's hands and laid it to his side, his eyes never leaving the other's. "Very well then, Yahiko.... We'll both be true men, and sleep on the cold hard floor tonight."
"..Fine by me." Yahiko muttered after slight hesitation. Soujiro's eyes were again closed and the smile back on his lips. The way his face changed sometimes was remarkable! Yahiko quickly lyed on his back, outstretching his arms and yawning deeply. "Hey, Soujiro..."
"Yes?" Soujiro replied, still in his sitting position and watching the smaller one already in a sleeping position.
Yahiko turned on his side, so that he was facing the other boy, "I don't mean to be nosy, but....." His eyes darted around the room, and his index finger made thoughtful, hesitant circles on the floor. "What exactly... Well... What I mean to say is... What are you to Kenshin? Do you two know each other?"
"Hm.... We... That's a good question... I guess I am his friend. At least that is the way I see it. I have a feeling Mr.Himura feels the same way. He's a good man..."
Yahiko seemed unconvinced, "How did you meet? I wanna know what happened."
Soujiro's expression was very thoughtful as he pondered on whether or not he should tell Yahiko his story. "Tell you what, Yahiko. How about I tell you a story first... Then, I'll tell ya how I met Mr.Himura."
"Uh... Why can't you just tell me about how you and Kenshin met first?"
"This story is necessary in order to understand what happened."
"...Ok."
Soujiro took a deep breath and sighed. Here goes nothing.
"There once was a young boy. Even younger than you. He was a good little kid, and loved his mother and father dearly...
But one day, his mother and father passed away, and his aunt and uncles took him in. They were mean, nasty people. His aunt made him do every chore imaginable, and his uncles would beat him mercilessly.
Every day, every night, the boy would cry.
And he'd cry.
And he'd cry.
Until one day, he could cry no more. His tears, he had run out. So he took punishment and showed no sign of pain. He strained his back carrying the barrels and bags of rice to the barn. Going out to buy sake, and getting beat with the bottle once it was emptied.
One day, as he was walking around idly after finishing his chores, the sun was just setting, there were howls and shouts. He turned the corner just in time to see a strange man wrapped in bandages slay some policemen.
The man looked at the boy, he came over to him, sword raised. "Prepare to die, boy." He said. But he did not swing. His eyes widened as the boy awaited the blow with a smile and happiness in his eyes. "What's wrong with you?" He asked.
When the boy realized he had not be slain, his face faulted..."
Soujiro looked up, to see if Yahiko was still listening. He observed carefully, the steady mention of the boy's chest, up and down. His eyes were closed, and his head was leaning on his palm. Soujiro smiled, taking Yahiko by his shoulders and laying his flat on his back. He took up the sheets he had set aside and spread them over the smaller boy's body.
"Don't be in such a hurry to be a man, Yahiko...." He whispered....
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a/n - ok, that's all i can write tonight. i must go to bed myself. maybe Soujiro will do some more story telling in the future for Yahiko? o.0 this chapter wasn't much, but i'd appreciate reviews. bye bye. ^^