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Damn this computer. I haven't gotten a new one yet, so I'm terribly sorry. And those two other words in the chapter I didn't define was because I forgot the definitions . . . he. Anyway, I just bought the third RK manga. I got the first two for Christmas. Oh and my birthday is on February 21st. But you don't care, so here's your story.
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*Stupid red headed brat. He'll pay. * Mushu thought coldly, following behind Tae. They had began their trek down to the Himura's dojo five minutes ago and Mushu was trying to think of a way to get back at Kenji. *He should've just listened to me. It would've been a lot easier on him. *
"Don't fall to far behind there Mushu! I wouldn't want you to get lost on the way over there!" Tae called over her shoulder. Tae's bright smiled mad Mushu want to gag but he smiled and nodded. As soon as Tae turned her back, he flicked her off.
"Feh," Mushu muttered, spitting at the ground with a high-ranged attitude. *Fools. They all disgust me. * Mushu gave smiles to strangers and greeted them with respect. But the ones with children, he gave disgusted looks at them and turned up his nose. The children stayed close to their parents who had received an honorary smile instead.
As they continued walking, he saw signs the Yahiko was living place was nearby. Some beaten up bokkens tossed to the side of a tree and the whispering of elders about how feisty a certain spikey haired boy was becoming gave Mushu a protective feeling inside. As Tae opened the gate, Mushu began to pop his knuckles and his neck in anticipation of the beating of young Kenji.
To his left, he saw a man with extremely long red hair doing the laundry. He was humming to himself and had detergent covering his arms. Mushu almost had a heart attack at the sight of a grown Kenji but realized it was his father when he saw the scar on his cheek. Kenshin looked up to see Tae walking towards and greeted her with a warm smile.
"Oh! Good morning, Tae-san," Kenshin greeted, wiping off the soap from his arms. Tae cocked her head to the side and returned his cheerful gesture.
"Good morning Kenshin. Where's Kaoru?" she asked, glancing around. As if on cue, Kaoru walked through the gates, holding Kenji's hand. In Kenji's other hand was bag filled with miso, rice, and soy sauce.
"Mom, why do you always get these things in large quantities at once? I mean, do you really have to?" he asked. Kaoru surprised at the grammar her son had been using lately but didn't respond seeing Tae talking with Kenshin.
"Tae, what brings you here?" she asked with curiosity. Tae turned around and waved.
"Hello, Kaoru," she greeted. Kaoru nudged Kenji into the dojo, telling him to put away the groceries. Kenji smiled and nodded but it soon faded away at the sight of Mushu. Mushu returned Kenji's stare with a glare and locked his jaw. Kenji rushed inside, wanting to escape his hold.
Kaoru walked over to Kenshin's side and smiled gently. Pushing Mushu in front of her, Tae introduced him. "Kenshin, Kaoru," she began, "I would like for you to meet Mushu. He's been helping me out at the Akebeko." Mushu bowed and smiled.
"Well, what a gentlemen he is," complimented Kenshin.
"Unlike a certain, extremely tan boy I know of," she said, glancing at a passing Yahiko. Yahiko stuck his tongue out at her but stopped dead cold at the sight of Mushu. Yahiko narrowed his eyes and glared at Mushu. Mushu just smiled and waved.
Tae looked up at Kenshin to see his eyes narrowed. "Kenshin, are you alright?" Kenshin snapped out of it and stared at her.
Grinning, he replied, "Yes, I'm fine. Really."
Nodding, Tae decided it was time to get down to business. "Mushu, why don't you go inside and help Kenji put things away while I talk to Kenshin and Kaoru."
"Yes ma'am," he said and turned to go into the dojo. Yahiko immediately dropped the training equipment he had been carrying and began to follow Mushu inside.
"Oh, no you don't young man. Pick that up and put it all where it belongs," Kaoru nagged, pointing at the fallen objects. Yahiko began to mutter to himself, stomping over to the things that he had dropped without thought. He glanced back at the dojo, glaring.
Once more, Kenshin's eyes narrowed. Kaoru glanced at him and gasped. "Kenshin? Are you sure that you are okay?" Kenshin looked at her, his eyes still narrowed.
"Yes. I am fine," he stated clearly. Then he forced his eyes back into their normal round shape and turned to Tae.
"Well, it's about Yahiko and Mushu. They haven't been getting along very well and I think it's because of Tsubame." Kaoru looked puzzled and leaned closer.
"You mean . . ." she whispered.
Tae nodded. Kaoru gasped. Kenshin was confused.
"What are you two talking about? What did Tsubame do?" he asked. The two girls simply giggled and covered their mouths. Kenshin raised and eyebrow and shook his head. *Must be a girl thing . . . *
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Mushu followed the sounds of clanking bottles until he reached the kitchen. He peeped in to see Kenji standing on the counter putting things away. Sneaking up on him, Mushu snatched Kenji by the hem of his blue gi and turned him around. Kenji gasped, dropping the canister of miso onto the floor. Mushu gave a frightened Kenji the death glare. The only sound that was to be heard was the adult's conversation and the rolling of the jar underneath Kenji's small feet.
"Miss me?" Mushu sneered, dropping Kenji onto the floor. He fell with a plop and began to rub his bottom, never taking his eyes off Mushu.
"Why are you picking on me?" asked a defiant young Kenji. Mushu chuckled and cupped Kenji's face and began to put pressure on it.
"I told you not to utter a word of that conversation but you did, didn't you?" he asked, squeezing Kenji's face more. He desperately shook his head no, but Mushu wasn't buying it.
"I swear I didn't say anything!" Kenji cried, slapping at Mushu's hands. All he was doing was making Mushu more upset.
"You are in fact THE worst liar in the world." Mushu pulled his hands away and once more smacked Kenji across the face. Kenji fell on top of the dropped miso jar, busting it. Mushu lay on top of Kenji, pinning him down. He reached down in front of him and grabbed a piece of sharp glass.
"I told you I wouldn't be soft on you!" He said, holding Kenji's face to the floor by his red hair.
"Mff! Mff!" he cried, trying to get a breath of air.
"I did a little research on you. Found out you were the son of the Battousai," he continued, "So naturally, you two would look alike. Except for one thing!" Without hesitation, Mushu slashed through the flesh on the boy's left cheek. Mushu chuckled with an unmistakable coldness in him. Turning Kenji around, Mushu began to inspect his work.
"Like father . . ." he muttered, "like son." Kenji's tears were beginning to hit his new cross-shaped scar on his left cheek.
"Now. . ." Mushu thought aloud evilly, " to make a set up." Acting quickly, Mushu put away all the newly bought food, leaving Kenji on the ground whimpering. Next, he grabbed the cloth from the sink and laid it on the spilled liquid. Rushing around, he found another cloth and dabbed Kenji's wound a little. Finally, he put the blade of glass next to Kenji's cheek.
"Tell anyone about that I did this and I will do twice as bad," he laughed. Kenji closed his eyes with fear.
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"See? So I think maybe Yahiko might be having a battle within himself but he wont tell anyone what's wrong," Tae finished her statement with a large intake of air.
Kaoru looked at Kenshin, then back at Tae. "Gosh, Tae. I guess we never thought about it that way bef-"
"Himura-san! Hurry! Something happened to Kenji!" Mushu's frantic voice pierced through the air. Kenshin immediately ran into the dojo, not bothering to remove his sandals. He reached the kitchen, seeing Mushu cleaning up Kenji's cheek.
"Let me see," Kenshin ordered, moving Mushu out of the way.
"Himura-san, maybe you shouldn't-" Mushu started but Kenshin had already removed the rag from Kenji's cheek. He fell back in utter disbelief. The scar on Kenji was the same exact shape as the one on Kenshin's face. It was on the same cheek as well.
"No . . ." he whispered, backing away. Kaoru reached the door in time to see Kenshin's scared figure backing away from their son. Kaoru looked at Kenji and gasped. She looked at the floor to see the piece of glass that had sliced through Kenji's flesh.
Yahiko and Tae were the next to arrive at the scene. Tae covered her mouth but Yahiko simply glared in Mushu's direction. Mushu hadn't noticed due to the fact that he was cleaning up the miso but Kenshin felt it. His eyes once more narrowed but he didn't know why he was feeling a strange since of over-whelming power nearby.
Tae grabbed Mushu by the arm and pulled him to the door. "Maybe it would be best if we left them Mushu," she stuttered, dragging him along. Although Mushu showed no signs of it, Yahiko was sure he was to blame. And the angrier Yahiko got, the more Kenshin felt a strong spirit.
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Sorry if I went a little to far with the slicing up Kenji's face thing but it'll get cool at the end, I promise. Anyway, tell if you liked it or not. And once more, I'm totally sorry about the fucked up computer that I own. Toodles!
Damn this computer. I haven't gotten a new one yet, so I'm terribly sorry. And those two other words in the chapter I didn't define was because I forgot the definitions . . . he. Anyway, I just bought the third RK manga. I got the first two for Christmas. Oh and my birthday is on February 21st. But you don't care, so here's your story.
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*Stupid red headed brat. He'll pay. * Mushu thought coldly, following behind Tae. They had began their trek down to the Himura's dojo five minutes ago and Mushu was trying to think of a way to get back at Kenji. *He should've just listened to me. It would've been a lot easier on him. *
"Don't fall to far behind there Mushu! I wouldn't want you to get lost on the way over there!" Tae called over her shoulder. Tae's bright smiled mad Mushu want to gag but he smiled and nodded. As soon as Tae turned her back, he flicked her off.
"Feh," Mushu muttered, spitting at the ground with a high-ranged attitude. *Fools. They all disgust me. * Mushu gave smiles to strangers and greeted them with respect. But the ones with children, he gave disgusted looks at them and turned up his nose. The children stayed close to their parents who had received an honorary smile instead.
As they continued walking, he saw signs the Yahiko was living place was nearby. Some beaten up bokkens tossed to the side of a tree and the whispering of elders about how feisty a certain spikey haired boy was becoming gave Mushu a protective feeling inside. As Tae opened the gate, Mushu began to pop his knuckles and his neck in anticipation of the beating of young Kenji.
To his left, he saw a man with extremely long red hair doing the laundry. He was humming to himself and had detergent covering his arms. Mushu almost had a heart attack at the sight of a grown Kenji but realized it was his father when he saw the scar on his cheek. Kenshin looked up to see Tae walking towards and greeted her with a warm smile.
"Oh! Good morning, Tae-san," Kenshin greeted, wiping off the soap from his arms. Tae cocked her head to the side and returned his cheerful gesture.
"Good morning Kenshin. Where's Kaoru?" she asked, glancing around. As if on cue, Kaoru walked through the gates, holding Kenji's hand. In Kenji's other hand was bag filled with miso, rice, and soy sauce.
"Mom, why do you always get these things in large quantities at once? I mean, do you really have to?" he asked. Kaoru surprised at the grammar her son had been using lately but didn't respond seeing Tae talking with Kenshin.
"Tae, what brings you here?" she asked with curiosity. Tae turned around and waved.
"Hello, Kaoru," she greeted. Kaoru nudged Kenji into the dojo, telling him to put away the groceries. Kenji smiled and nodded but it soon faded away at the sight of Mushu. Mushu returned Kenji's stare with a glare and locked his jaw. Kenji rushed inside, wanting to escape his hold.
Kaoru walked over to Kenshin's side and smiled gently. Pushing Mushu in front of her, Tae introduced him. "Kenshin, Kaoru," she began, "I would like for you to meet Mushu. He's been helping me out at the Akebeko." Mushu bowed and smiled.
"Well, what a gentlemen he is," complimented Kenshin.
"Unlike a certain, extremely tan boy I know of," she said, glancing at a passing Yahiko. Yahiko stuck his tongue out at her but stopped dead cold at the sight of Mushu. Yahiko narrowed his eyes and glared at Mushu. Mushu just smiled and waved.
Tae looked up at Kenshin to see his eyes narrowed. "Kenshin, are you alright?" Kenshin snapped out of it and stared at her.
Grinning, he replied, "Yes, I'm fine. Really."
Nodding, Tae decided it was time to get down to business. "Mushu, why don't you go inside and help Kenji put things away while I talk to Kenshin and Kaoru."
"Yes ma'am," he said and turned to go into the dojo. Yahiko immediately dropped the training equipment he had been carrying and began to follow Mushu inside.
"Oh, no you don't young man. Pick that up and put it all where it belongs," Kaoru nagged, pointing at the fallen objects. Yahiko began to mutter to himself, stomping over to the things that he had dropped without thought. He glanced back at the dojo, glaring.
Once more, Kenshin's eyes narrowed. Kaoru glanced at him and gasped. "Kenshin? Are you sure that you are okay?" Kenshin looked at her, his eyes still narrowed.
"Yes. I am fine," he stated clearly. Then he forced his eyes back into their normal round shape and turned to Tae.
"Well, it's about Yahiko and Mushu. They haven't been getting along very well and I think it's because of Tsubame." Kaoru looked puzzled and leaned closer.
"You mean . . ." she whispered.
Tae nodded. Kaoru gasped. Kenshin was confused.
"What are you two talking about? What did Tsubame do?" he asked. The two girls simply giggled and covered their mouths. Kenshin raised and eyebrow and shook his head. *Must be a girl thing . . . *
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Mushu followed the sounds of clanking bottles until he reached the kitchen. He peeped in to see Kenji standing on the counter putting things away. Sneaking up on him, Mushu snatched Kenji by the hem of his blue gi and turned him around. Kenji gasped, dropping the canister of miso onto the floor. Mushu gave a frightened Kenji the death glare. The only sound that was to be heard was the adult's conversation and the rolling of the jar underneath Kenji's small feet.
"Miss me?" Mushu sneered, dropping Kenji onto the floor. He fell with a plop and began to rub his bottom, never taking his eyes off Mushu.
"Why are you picking on me?" asked a defiant young Kenji. Mushu chuckled and cupped Kenji's face and began to put pressure on it.
"I told you not to utter a word of that conversation but you did, didn't you?" he asked, squeezing Kenji's face more. He desperately shook his head no, but Mushu wasn't buying it.
"I swear I didn't say anything!" Kenji cried, slapping at Mushu's hands. All he was doing was making Mushu more upset.
"You are in fact THE worst liar in the world." Mushu pulled his hands away and once more smacked Kenji across the face. Kenji fell on top of the dropped miso jar, busting it. Mushu lay on top of Kenji, pinning him down. He reached down in front of him and grabbed a piece of sharp glass.
"I told you I wouldn't be soft on you!" He said, holding Kenji's face to the floor by his red hair.
"Mff! Mff!" he cried, trying to get a breath of air.
"I did a little research on you. Found out you were the son of the Battousai," he continued, "So naturally, you two would look alike. Except for one thing!" Without hesitation, Mushu slashed through the flesh on the boy's left cheek. Mushu chuckled with an unmistakable coldness in him. Turning Kenji around, Mushu began to inspect his work.
"Like father . . ." he muttered, "like son." Kenji's tears were beginning to hit his new cross-shaped scar on his left cheek.
"Now. . ." Mushu thought aloud evilly, " to make a set up." Acting quickly, Mushu put away all the newly bought food, leaving Kenji on the ground whimpering. Next, he grabbed the cloth from the sink and laid it on the spilled liquid. Rushing around, he found another cloth and dabbed Kenji's wound a little. Finally, he put the blade of glass next to Kenji's cheek.
"Tell anyone about that I did this and I will do twice as bad," he laughed. Kenji closed his eyes with fear.
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"See? So I think maybe Yahiko might be having a battle within himself but he wont tell anyone what's wrong," Tae finished her statement with a large intake of air.
Kaoru looked at Kenshin, then back at Tae. "Gosh, Tae. I guess we never thought about it that way bef-"
"Himura-san! Hurry! Something happened to Kenji!" Mushu's frantic voice pierced through the air. Kenshin immediately ran into the dojo, not bothering to remove his sandals. He reached the kitchen, seeing Mushu cleaning up Kenji's cheek.
"Let me see," Kenshin ordered, moving Mushu out of the way.
"Himura-san, maybe you shouldn't-" Mushu started but Kenshin had already removed the rag from Kenji's cheek. He fell back in utter disbelief. The scar on Kenji was the same exact shape as the one on Kenshin's face. It was on the same cheek as well.
"No . . ." he whispered, backing away. Kaoru reached the door in time to see Kenshin's scared figure backing away from their son. Kaoru looked at Kenji and gasped. She looked at the floor to see the piece of glass that had sliced through Kenji's flesh.
Yahiko and Tae were the next to arrive at the scene. Tae covered her mouth but Yahiko simply glared in Mushu's direction. Mushu hadn't noticed due to the fact that he was cleaning up the miso but Kenshin felt it. His eyes once more narrowed but he didn't know why he was feeling a strange since of over-whelming power nearby.
Tae grabbed Mushu by the arm and pulled him to the door. "Maybe it would be best if we left them Mushu," she stuttered, dragging him along. Although Mushu showed no signs of it, Yahiko was sure he was to blame. And the angrier Yahiko got, the more Kenshin felt a strong spirit.
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Sorry if I went a little to far with the slicing up Kenji's face thing but it'll get cool at the end, I promise. Anyway, tell if you liked it or not. And once more, I'm totally sorry about the fucked up computer that I own. Toodles!