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I'm here again. My computer is being nice to me again so here it goes with the next chapter.
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Kaoru sighed, leaning against the door to Kenji's bedroom. For the past three hours, Kenji had been sitting in front of a mirror, tracing his broken skin with his finger. Tears began to fall down Kaoru's cheeks at the sight of her family. A few hours ago, everything had been fine.
A few hours ago, Kenshin could look at his son without utter disgust. And it wasn't the fact that he now had every trait of Kenshin but the fact that now he would be carrying around the cursed scar. Kenshin didn't want his family to be anymore bothered by his son's recognizable hair and deep violet eyes but now there was absolutely no mistaking it. Kenji would be haunted for life now with this one scratch.
If Kenji had ever disliked the way he looked like his father, he could always just dye his hair or cut it nonetheless. If he didn't like his eyes, Kenji could have just put in those newly discovered eyetrans (Yes, there was such a thing back then. We know of them now as contacts.) and changed them to another color. But that scar was unhidable. Kenji could never be look in a mirror, glass or even a bowl without seeing his face.
Kaoru sniffed, causing Kenji to whirl around.
"Mommy," he started, "it's alright. I really don't mind looking like daddy." Smiling, Kaoru walked over and picked up her child. She hugged him close, not wanting to let go.
Kaoru hesitated before responding. "I know you don't Kenji. But that scar your father has . . ."
Kenji pulled away and looked his mother in the eye. "I've always known he got one cut because of someone else's sword but you guys never told me about the rest of it."
Kaoru completely caught off guard by what Kenji said wiped a tear from her eye and smiled gently. "He got it from . . . his first wife." Kenji went wide-eyed and was immediately interested in what else his mother had to say.
"But mom, I always thought it was just you and daddy. I didn't know there was another female involved!" Kaoru rolled her eyes and was surprised that Kenji even knew what a female was.
"I shouldn't tell you the story just yet but when your older, you'll know . . ." began Kaoru but was cut off.
"That daddy killed his first wife?" Kenji said knowingly. Kaoru was stunned. She had no idea what to say to this. Not that she was expecting it.
Kenji's eyes softened. "I don't know everything . . . but I over heard you and daddy talking about it. Her name, I think was Tomoe?"
Kaoru nodded and set Kenji down. "You should go to bed, son. It's getting a little late." Kenji knew his mother's ways. She wasn't in the mood for talking about something like this so soon but he obliged to her order and went to change.
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As soon as every one soul in the house was asleep, Yahiko began putting on his training clothes. Yahiko dressed darkly, so thugs that stake out at this time of night wouldn't see him. He grabbed his sword and unsheathed it. Yahiko frowned at his reflection.
*I don't belong here * he thought with depression. *I'm just putting weight on this family. I look nothing like any of them. *
Suddenly, Yahiko opened his eyes widely with an understanding. "That must be why I get annoyed around Kenji . . ." he thought aloud with a sudden realization. He shook his head to clear the thought from his mind and slid his sheathed sword into the belt of his hakama.
Yahiko tiptoed past Kaoru and Kenshin's room, trying not to awaken them. He stepped once, causing a creaky noise to submerge. He stopped hesitantly, hearing Kaoru give a soft moan before going back to sleep.
*At least, I hope she's sleeping and Kenshin's not causing her to moan * Yahiko couldn't help but think. He snickered, tiptoeing along his merry little way.
He stopped in front of Sano's room. Well, it wasn't exactly his room. Sano had a place of his own but gambled his apartment and often had to house with them. Yahiko, not wanting to actually admit it, felt a little better when Sano was around. This meant that he wasn't the only one without a family living in the dojo.
*No, that's not true. Sano's got Megumi . . . * he thought gloomily. Even though they would never admit it aloud in front of everyone, he had caught Sanosuke kissing Megumi on the cheek. *Doesn't matter. They can have each other. Not like I can do anything about it. * Yahiko moved on.
Finally he stopped by Kenji's room. Yahiko narrowed his eyes; the sight from the day getting him more and more upset by each passing nanosecond. He slid the door open and peeked in on Kenji. The light from a candle Yahiko had been carrying around with him hit Kenji on the face. Like a baby whining, Kenji stretched out his arms and gave a small cry. When he turned away from the light, Yahiko smiled.
*Just because you have a family and I don't doesn't mean I should be more sour about it . . . * Yahiko thought with guilt. He slowly slid the door shut but not before he saw the scar on Kenji's cheek. Anger burned within him and he couldn't control it. Instead of sliding the door shut gently, he slammed it and marched toward the porch, turning Kenshin's old sakabato over to the sharp side.
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Kenshin sat up immediately at the feeling of a dangerous spirit in the house. He looked around his room, the sleep gone from his bright violet eyes.
"Kenshin? Are you alright?" asked a sleepy voice next to him. Kaoru rose, rubbing the sleepiness from her ocean eyes.
Kenshin narrowed his eyes more. "I sense a strange aurora in the house, Kaoru. " He turned to look at her and lost his complete trail of thought. Her yukata had slid down her left shoulder and revealed her breast. Kenshin locked his jaw with an urge to kiss her but he felt the strange presence become stronger and more forceful. Besides, Kaoru pulled her yukata up to protect herself from the cold.
"Kenshin? Where're you going?" Kaoru asked, watching husband abandon her to go put on his hakama. Without even bothering to take off his nightclothes, Kenshin laced up his hakama and grabbed a wooden stick from nearby.
"I'm going to go take care of what's out there," he responded. He turned to face her and said, "I would feel more comfortable if you came with me. I don't want you getting hurt."
Blushing, Kaoru stood from the futon and followed Kenshin out into the hallway. They didn't need a candle since there was a light nearby. Squinting hard, Kenshin saw the figure. He couldn't have been more the 3 shaku 6 sun. (A/N and for you peons who don't study Japan as much as I do, those are units of measurement.)
He heard Kaoru gasp from behind him. Her grip on his shoulder became tighter. "Shh," he whispered in a deep voice, "He'll know we're watching!"
Kaoru pressed her body against his back. "But Kenshin . . ."
Kenshin wasn't listening. He was intent on watching the figures every movement. "Quiet Kaoru. I don't want him to see us!"
"But Kenshin!"
"WWHHAATT!" whispered Kenshin in an annoyed voice.
"He's in front of KENJI'S ROOM!" she squealed, squeezing harder on his shoulder. Kenshin looked back at the middle-sized figure and realized Kaoru was right. Without a second thought, Kenshin run pulled the stick apart to reveal another reverse blade sword. He ran at the figure.
The figure turned around in time and unsheathed his sword and held it up for protection. Kenshin came at him again and hit him with twice the force. The intruder stumbled back and tripped over a tatami mat. Kenshin jumped on the person and held him down. He pressed the handle of his sword against the enemies' throat, daring him to try and escape.
"Stop! Let me up!" he gasped in a deep voice. Kenshin shook his head.
"Who are you? And why are you here?" Kenshin demanded of the man. He grabbed him by the collar of his gi and forced him up.
"I'm Yahiko and I LIVE here!" he snorted. Kaoru had retrieved the candle the person had dropped and held it over his face to reveal Yahiko.
"Oro! I'm sorry Yahiko! Please! Forgive me!" rambled Kenshin, helping Yahiko up. Yahiko began to dust himself off, giving Kenshin 'the eye'.
A small yawn was heard from behind them. "Mommy? Daddy? What's going on?" Kenji appeared, scratching his belly, wanting badly to return to his bed.
Kaoru ran over and picked him up. "Oh, nothing sweetie. Lets get you back to bed now."
As Kaoru began to tuck Kenji in, Kenshin turned to Yahiko. As Yahiko finished the cleaning process of his clothes, Kenshin tapped his foot.
"So . . ." he began, "What're you doing up so late Yahiko?" Yahiko shrugged and put away his sword.
"What're you doing with a sword. I could've sworn there were no more in existence," shot back Yahiko. Kenshin rolled his eyes and put the blade into it's bamboo stick.
"We will talk about this in the morning! I want some sleep!" Kaoru said, reappearing. She grabbed Kenshin by the hair and dragged him back to their room.
*Good she's gone! Now maybe I can sneak out of here before she tells me to . . . * Yahiko thought.
"GO TO BED YAHIKO!" Kaoru screamed.
"CRAP!"
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Another chapter. Yes, so soon. I feel bad for not updating on a regular bases some I'm trying my best. So, tell me what you guys think! Bye!
I'm here again. My computer is being nice to me again so here it goes with the next chapter.
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Kaoru sighed, leaning against the door to Kenji's bedroom. For the past three hours, Kenji had been sitting in front of a mirror, tracing his broken skin with his finger. Tears began to fall down Kaoru's cheeks at the sight of her family. A few hours ago, everything had been fine.
A few hours ago, Kenshin could look at his son without utter disgust. And it wasn't the fact that he now had every trait of Kenshin but the fact that now he would be carrying around the cursed scar. Kenshin didn't want his family to be anymore bothered by his son's recognizable hair and deep violet eyes but now there was absolutely no mistaking it. Kenji would be haunted for life now with this one scratch.
If Kenji had ever disliked the way he looked like his father, he could always just dye his hair or cut it nonetheless. If he didn't like his eyes, Kenji could have just put in those newly discovered eyetrans (Yes, there was such a thing back then. We know of them now as contacts.) and changed them to another color. But that scar was unhidable. Kenji could never be look in a mirror, glass or even a bowl without seeing his face.
Kaoru sniffed, causing Kenji to whirl around.
"Mommy," he started, "it's alright. I really don't mind looking like daddy." Smiling, Kaoru walked over and picked up her child. She hugged him close, not wanting to let go.
Kaoru hesitated before responding. "I know you don't Kenji. But that scar your father has . . ."
Kenji pulled away and looked his mother in the eye. "I've always known he got one cut because of someone else's sword but you guys never told me about the rest of it."
Kaoru completely caught off guard by what Kenji said wiped a tear from her eye and smiled gently. "He got it from . . . his first wife." Kenji went wide-eyed and was immediately interested in what else his mother had to say.
"But mom, I always thought it was just you and daddy. I didn't know there was another female involved!" Kaoru rolled her eyes and was surprised that Kenji even knew what a female was.
"I shouldn't tell you the story just yet but when your older, you'll know . . ." began Kaoru but was cut off.
"That daddy killed his first wife?" Kenji said knowingly. Kaoru was stunned. She had no idea what to say to this. Not that she was expecting it.
Kenji's eyes softened. "I don't know everything . . . but I over heard you and daddy talking about it. Her name, I think was Tomoe?"
Kaoru nodded and set Kenji down. "You should go to bed, son. It's getting a little late." Kenji knew his mother's ways. She wasn't in the mood for talking about something like this so soon but he obliged to her order and went to change.
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As soon as every one soul in the house was asleep, Yahiko began putting on his training clothes. Yahiko dressed darkly, so thugs that stake out at this time of night wouldn't see him. He grabbed his sword and unsheathed it. Yahiko frowned at his reflection.
*I don't belong here * he thought with depression. *I'm just putting weight on this family. I look nothing like any of them. *
Suddenly, Yahiko opened his eyes widely with an understanding. "That must be why I get annoyed around Kenji . . ." he thought aloud with a sudden realization. He shook his head to clear the thought from his mind and slid his sheathed sword into the belt of his hakama.
Yahiko tiptoed past Kaoru and Kenshin's room, trying not to awaken them. He stepped once, causing a creaky noise to submerge. He stopped hesitantly, hearing Kaoru give a soft moan before going back to sleep.
*At least, I hope she's sleeping and Kenshin's not causing her to moan * Yahiko couldn't help but think. He snickered, tiptoeing along his merry little way.
He stopped in front of Sano's room. Well, it wasn't exactly his room. Sano had a place of his own but gambled his apartment and often had to house with them. Yahiko, not wanting to actually admit it, felt a little better when Sano was around. This meant that he wasn't the only one without a family living in the dojo.
*No, that's not true. Sano's got Megumi . . . * he thought gloomily. Even though they would never admit it aloud in front of everyone, he had caught Sanosuke kissing Megumi on the cheek. *Doesn't matter. They can have each other. Not like I can do anything about it. * Yahiko moved on.
Finally he stopped by Kenji's room. Yahiko narrowed his eyes; the sight from the day getting him more and more upset by each passing nanosecond. He slid the door open and peeked in on Kenji. The light from a candle Yahiko had been carrying around with him hit Kenji on the face. Like a baby whining, Kenji stretched out his arms and gave a small cry. When he turned away from the light, Yahiko smiled.
*Just because you have a family and I don't doesn't mean I should be more sour about it . . . * Yahiko thought with guilt. He slowly slid the door shut but not before he saw the scar on Kenji's cheek. Anger burned within him and he couldn't control it. Instead of sliding the door shut gently, he slammed it and marched toward the porch, turning Kenshin's old sakabato over to the sharp side.
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Kenshin sat up immediately at the feeling of a dangerous spirit in the house. He looked around his room, the sleep gone from his bright violet eyes.
"Kenshin? Are you alright?" asked a sleepy voice next to him. Kaoru rose, rubbing the sleepiness from her ocean eyes.
Kenshin narrowed his eyes more. "I sense a strange aurora in the house, Kaoru. " He turned to look at her and lost his complete trail of thought. Her yukata had slid down her left shoulder and revealed her breast. Kenshin locked his jaw with an urge to kiss her but he felt the strange presence become stronger and more forceful. Besides, Kaoru pulled her yukata up to protect herself from the cold.
"Kenshin? Where're you going?" Kaoru asked, watching husband abandon her to go put on his hakama. Without even bothering to take off his nightclothes, Kenshin laced up his hakama and grabbed a wooden stick from nearby.
"I'm going to go take care of what's out there," he responded. He turned to face her and said, "I would feel more comfortable if you came with me. I don't want you getting hurt."
Blushing, Kaoru stood from the futon and followed Kenshin out into the hallway. They didn't need a candle since there was a light nearby. Squinting hard, Kenshin saw the figure. He couldn't have been more the 3 shaku 6 sun. (A/N and for you peons who don't study Japan as much as I do, those are units of measurement.)
He heard Kaoru gasp from behind him. Her grip on his shoulder became tighter. "Shh," he whispered in a deep voice, "He'll know we're watching!"
Kaoru pressed her body against his back. "But Kenshin . . ."
Kenshin wasn't listening. He was intent on watching the figures every movement. "Quiet Kaoru. I don't want him to see us!"
"But Kenshin!"
"WWHHAATT!" whispered Kenshin in an annoyed voice.
"He's in front of KENJI'S ROOM!" she squealed, squeezing harder on his shoulder. Kenshin looked back at the middle-sized figure and realized Kaoru was right. Without a second thought, Kenshin run pulled the stick apart to reveal another reverse blade sword. He ran at the figure.
The figure turned around in time and unsheathed his sword and held it up for protection. Kenshin came at him again and hit him with twice the force. The intruder stumbled back and tripped over a tatami mat. Kenshin jumped on the person and held him down. He pressed the handle of his sword against the enemies' throat, daring him to try and escape.
"Stop! Let me up!" he gasped in a deep voice. Kenshin shook his head.
"Who are you? And why are you here?" Kenshin demanded of the man. He grabbed him by the collar of his gi and forced him up.
"I'm Yahiko and I LIVE here!" he snorted. Kaoru had retrieved the candle the person had dropped and held it over his face to reveal Yahiko.
"Oro! I'm sorry Yahiko! Please! Forgive me!" rambled Kenshin, helping Yahiko up. Yahiko began to dust himself off, giving Kenshin 'the eye'.
A small yawn was heard from behind them. "Mommy? Daddy? What's going on?" Kenji appeared, scratching his belly, wanting badly to return to his bed.
Kaoru ran over and picked him up. "Oh, nothing sweetie. Lets get you back to bed now."
As Kaoru began to tuck Kenji in, Kenshin turned to Yahiko. As Yahiko finished the cleaning process of his clothes, Kenshin tapped his foot.
"So . . ." he began, "What're you doing up so late Yahiko?" Yahiko shrugged and put away his sword.
"What're you doing with a sword. I could've sworn there were no more in existence," shot back Yahiko. Kenshin rolled his eyes and put the blade into it's bamboo stick.
"We will talk about this in the morning! I want some sleep!" Kaoru said, reappearing. She grabbed Kenshin by the hair and dragged him back to their room.
*Good she's gone! Now maybe I can sneak out of here before she tells me to . . . * Yahiko thought.
"GO TO BED YAHIKO!" Kaoru screamed.
"CRAP!"
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Another chapter. Yes, so soon. I feel bad for not updating on a regular bases some I'm trying my best. So, tell me what you guys think! Bye!