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Rurouni Kenshin?
Thanks for reviews. And today's my B-Day! Turning 14! HURRAY!!(February 21st, 2004) On with dah story!
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Yahiko stomped out of the dojo, grumbling to himself. *Great * he thought *Kenshin thinks I tried to murder his own son. I'll just get breakfast at the Akebeko. * Yahiko looked around outside to see if he spotted his sword but with no luck
He clenched his fist with anger. *Damn! Where is it? * He banged open the gates without another thought to it. There was also another reason on his mind.
*What do I do about Mushu? This is his entire fault in the first place! * he screamed miffed in his mind. He stormed about his way, not smiling towards anyone. The events of the week haven't been very productive for him.
He reached the Akebeko in an angrily manner, looking around to see if Tae or Mushu were around.
"I haven't seen you in a while," a small voice said from behind him. (A/N Ha, thought I forgot about her, didn't ya?)
Yahiko whirled around in surprise, his heart beating a one thousand times a second. "Hey, Tsubame . . ." he replied, rubbing the back of his head. Tsubame cocked her head to the side and smiled.
"Where've you been?" asked the young waitress. Yahiko looked at the floor, scruffing it with the toe of his sandals.
"Well . . ."
"It's been quite depressing here without you . . ." Yahiko looked up in surprise. Tsubame had ducked behind her plate again, avoiding his eyes. He smiled warmly, wanting to bash himself in the head for not coming by so often.
"Listen, Tsubame . . ." he started but was rudely interrupted by none other than . . .
"Hey Yahiko! Nice to see you again!" Mushu yelled across the room. Tsubame caught sight of Mushu staring at them and immediately left to serve other customers.
*Damn you fathead! * Yahiko cursed, wanting to smack him across the face. Mushu cleaned his hands off with a nearby rag, walking towards Yahiko. In response, Yahiko crossed his arms with defiance.
"So, what's happening?" he asked in an annoying cheerful, obviously FAKE voice.
"You should know considering you came visited us yesterday," responded the young samurai, besetment dying to escape his voice.
Mushu narrowed his eyes in sourness but quickly recovered. But Yahiko caught it. "I just went with Tae. She wanted me to come."
"Liar," muttered Yahiko.
"What was that?"
Tae came down the staircase before Yahiko could say it louder. "Yahiko! It's pleasure to have you here."
Yahiko smiled hard, trying to be convincing. "Yes, that's me. I'm a pleasure to have around!"
Tae giggled and walked away. Snapping her fingers she turned around suddenly and pointed at Mushu.
"Oh, Mushu," began Tae, "Could you please serve table three? They have been sitting there alone for quite a while now." Mushu nodded and went to go wash his hands.
Yahiko balled his hand into a fist. *How could she just let Mushu take my job? She didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to help her out! * He jumped when he felt fingers slid through his. He turned around to see Tsubame smiling at him.
"Yahiko, please stay," she asked in a sweet simple voice. She looked back at the floor, blushing.
Shaking his head abruptly, Yahiko agreed to stay. "But what should I do? Tae just gave Mushu my job . . ."
This made Tsubame smile brighter. "That's alright! You can help me! A convention for retired police officers are in town and are supposed to be coming by this afternoon. You can help us out then too."
Yahiko grinned and crossed his arms. "You probably do need my help! I seriously doubt Tae could handle all these people without me around!"
Tsubame's eyes went wide at the outburst but softened into a smile again. Yahiko ran over and grabbed the broom. "I don't really feel like going back to the dojo. So I'll just clean up after all the slobs."
He gingerly began his sweeping, whistling as he went. Tsubame shrugged and went to go get an order for another table. For a brief moment, Yahiko had complete forgot about the fight he had with Kenshin and Mushu picking on Kenji. Tsubame wanting him around was all he needed to brighten his day.
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Kaoru looked up when the noon blast was sounded. She slanted her eyes and sighed. The events of that morning haven't subsided yet. Kenshin as still worried about why Yahiko had his sword in front of Kenji's room.
*I know he knows the Yahiko would never do that. * she thought. *I also know why he would be upset about it but he's still in his sour mood . . . * She shook her head to get the thought out of her mind and went back to hanging the clothes Kenshin had just washed. She could Kenji playing with his ball in the background and smiled softly at his laughter.
*I never thought that I would have a family of my own . . . * she thought with warmth running throughout her delicate body. *I especially didn't think that I'd end up marrying a legend. Who knew an ex-hitokiri could be so caring, so gentle, so . . . *
"ORO!" cried Kenshin. Kaoru flinched as she heard pots and pans falling out of the cupboard. * . . . so clumsy* She quickly slung Kenshin's blue gi over the rope and hurried inside to see if her husband was still alive.
When she arrived on the scene, she found Kenji there rolling around on the floor laughing. When Kaoru looked up, she couldn't help but laugh herself. Kenshin had a pot on his head and went swirly eyed. Not only that, but the rest of the objects had scattered all around him, causing a huge mess.
Walking over, Kaoru helped Kenshin up. "What am I going to do with you?" she questioned aloud.
"Dad, why are you so clumsy? What happened to all the stealth you obtained during your training with Uncle Hiko? Hmm?" asked Kenji, rocking on the ball of his heal. Kenshin ruffled his hair while picking up the dishes.
"Yes, Kenshin. I would actually like to know the answer to that myself if you don't mind," Kaoru chimed in. Kenshin grinned. Turning to Kenji, he smiled.
"Kenji, please go outside. I need to talk to Mommy," he asked in an overly polite voice. Kenji knew something big was about to happen and wanted to press it but when his father said something in a tone like that, he knew he had better leave.
When Kenji had left, Kaoru looked Kenshin in the eye with worry. "What's wrong?"
Putting down the pan he held in his hand, Kenshin sighed. "It's about Yahiko . . ."
"Kenshin, you know . . ."
"Yes, I do know. But that's not what I mean." Kaoru looked at him with a confuzzled look on her face. (A/N That's my made up word for confused and puzzled.)
"What I mean is . . ." Kenshin ran his hand through his red locks and sighed. "Ever since this morning, after I talked with you, I couldn't get how rude I was to Yahiko out of my mind . . ."
"Kenshin . . ." Kaoru started but Kenshin shook his head.
"I know I should apologize but I don't know how. Besides, I shouldn't go down to the Akebeko and embarrass him in front of you know who . . ." Kaoru smiled at this and slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"Oh, it'll be alright. I'm sure Yahiko wouldn't mind!"
Kenshin began to ponder before responding. "I guess your right. I'll go see him."
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"Tsubame!" called out Mushu. Tsubame turned to see Mushu standing close behind her. They were in the kitchen doing the dishes while Yahiko, Tae, and the other workers began the rest of the serving.
She smiled and cocked her head to the side. "Hey, Mushu. What's going on/"
He shook his head and returned it. "Nothing, really . . . I just noticed you were cleaning the dishes by yourself. Need some help?"
"No that's alright. But thanks for asking!" she answered. She went back to her chores and heard Mushu's hand suddenly dip into the water. She gave him a curious look.
"I insist," he complied. Tsubame watched him do the dishes, wondering how nice he could be. She hasn't exactly met another guy like him before. Well, besides Kenshin anyway. Slowly taking her eyes off him, she continued with her work, still thinking this over.
She gasped when Mushu's hand fell on hers. She glanced up at him, startled. He stared back with passion. Mushu's face started to come closer to hers but she couldn't move. *Why wont I move? Do I really want this? * Tsubame felt her eyes close, not wanting them to. She tried desperately to control her reflexes but her body wasn't responding. She was frozen solid.
Then, Mushu's lips came in adhesion with hers. She didn't kiss back. Just waited . . . Suddenly, the door banged opened. Tsubame opened her eyes to see a dumbfounded Yahiko standing next to the door, not taking his eyes off Mushu.
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Sorry it took me so long with this chapter. There was a virus on my computer so it was down for a few days. Oh, even thought I already told you this . . . ITS MY BIRTHDAY! February 21st! MWUHAHAHAHA! I AM 14!!!!!!!!!!! I have THE POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . Sorry, I had a moment there . . .
Thanks for reviews. And today's my B-Day! Turning 14! HURRAY!!(February 21st, 2004) On with dah story!
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Yahiko stomped out of the dojo, grumbling to himself. *Great * he thought *Kenshin thinks I tried to murder his own son. I'll just get breakfast at the Akebeko. * Yahiko looked around outside to see if he spotted his sword but with no luck
He clenched his fist with anger. *Damn! Where is it? * He banged open the gates without another thought to it. There was also another reason on his mind.
*What do I do about Mushu? This is his entire fault in the first place! * he screamed miffed in his mind. He stormed about his way, not smiling towards anyone. The events of the week haven't been very productive for him.
He reached the Akebeko in an angrily manner, looking around to see if Tae or Mushu were around.
"I haven't seen you in a while," a small voice said from behind him. (A/N Ha, thought I forgot about her, didn't ya?)
Yahiko whirled around in surprise, his heart beating a one thousand times a second. "Hey, Tsubame . . ." he replied, rubbing the back of his head. Tsubame cocked her head to the side and smiled.
"Where've you been?" asked the young waitress. Yahiko looked at the floor, scruffing it with the toe of his sandals.
"Well . . ."
"It's been quite depressing here without you . . ." Yahiko looked up in surprise. Tsubame had ducked behind her plate again, avoiding his eyes. He smiled warmly, wanting to bash himself in the head for not coming by so often.
"Listen, Tsubame . . ." he started but was rudely interrupted by none other than . . .
"Hey Yahiko! Nice to see you again!" Mushu yelled across the room. Tsubame caught sight of Mushu staring at them and immediately left to serve other customers.
*Damn you fathead! * Yahiko cursed, wanting to smack him across the face. Mushu cleaned his hands off with a nearby rag, walking towards Yahiko. In response, Yahiko crossed his arms with defiance.
"So, what's happening?" he asked in an annoying cheerful, obviously FAKE voice.
"You should know considering you came visited us yesterday," responded the young samurai, besetment dying to escape his voice.
Mushu narrowed his eyes in sourness but quickly recovered. But Yahiko caught it. "I just went with Tae. She wanted me to come."
"Liar," muttered Yahiko.
"What was that?"
Tae came down the staircase before Yahiko could say it louder. "Yahiko! It's pleasure to have you here."
Yahiko smiled hard, trying to be convincing. "Yes, that's me. I'm a pleasure to have around!"
Tae giggled and walked away. Snapping her fingers she turned around suddenly and pointed at Mushu.
"Oh, Mushu," began Tae, "Could you please serve table three? They have been sitting there alone for quite a while now." Mushu nodded and went to go wash his hands.
Yahiko balled his hand into a fist. *How could she just let Mushu take my job? She didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to help her out! * He jumped when he felt fingers slid through his. He turned around to see Tsubame smiling at him.
"Yahiko, please stay," she asked in a sweet simple voice. She looked back at the floor, blushing.
Shaking his head abruptly, Yahiko agreed to stay. "But what should I do? Tae just gave Mushu my job . . ."
This made Tsubame smile brighter. "That's alright! You can help me! A convention for retired police officers are in town and are supposed to be coming by this afternoon. You can help us out then too."
Yahiko grinned and crossed his arms. "You probably do need my help! I seriously doubt Tae could handle all these people without me around!"
Tsubame's eyes went wide at the outburst but softened into a smile again. Yahiko ran over and grabbed the broom. "I don't really feel like going back to the dojo. So I'll just clean up after all the slobs."
He gingerly began his sweeping, whistling as he went. Tsubame shrugged and went to go get an order for another table. For a brief moment, Yahiko had complete forgot about the fight he had with Kenshin and Mushu picking on Kenji. Tsubame wanting him around was all he needed to brighten his day.
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Kaoru looked up when the noon blast was sounded. She slanted her eyes and sighed. The events of that morning haven't subsided yet. Kenshin as still worried about why Yahiko had his sword in front of Kenji's room.
*I know he knows the Yahiko would never do that. * she thought. *I also know why he would be upset about it but he's still in his sour mood . . . * She shook her head to get the thought out of her mind and went back to hanging the clothes Kenshin had just washed. She could Kenji playing with his ball in the background and smiled softly at his laughter.
*I never thought that I would have a family of my own . . . * she thought with warmth running throughout her delicate body. *I especially didn't think that I'd end up marrying a legend. Who knew an ex-hitokiri could be so caring, so gentle, so . . . *
"ORO!" cried Kenshin. Kaoru flinched as she heard pots and pans falling out of the cupboard. * . . . so clumsy* She quickly slung Kenshin's blue gi over the rope and hurried inside to see if her husband was still alive.
When she arrived on the scene, she found Kenji there rolling around on the floor laughing. When Kaoru looked up, she couldn't help but laugh herself. Kenshin had a pot on his head and went swirly eyed. Not only that, but the rest of the objects had scattered all around him, causing a huge mess.
Walking over, Kaoru helped Kenshin up. "What am I going to do with you?" she questioned aloud.
"Dad, why are you so clumsy? What happened to all the stealth you obtained during your training with Uncle Hiko? Hmm?" asked Kenji, rocking on the ball of his heal. Kenshin ruffled his hair while picking up the dishes.
"Yes, Kenshin. I would actually like to know the answer to that myself if you don't mind," Kaoru chimed in. Kenshin grinned. Turning to Kenji, he smiled.
"Kenji, please go outside. I need to talk to Mommy," he asked in an overly polite voice. Kenji knew something big was about to happen and wanted to press it but when his father said something in a tone like that, he knew he had better leave.
When Kenji had left, Kaoru looked Kenshin in the eye with worry. "What's wrong?"
Putting down the pan he held in his hand, Kenshin sighed. "It's about Yahiko . . ."
"Kenshin, you know . . ."
"Yes, I do know. But that's not what I mean." Kaoru looked at him with a confuzzled look on her face. (A/N That's my made up word for confused and puzzled.)
"What I mean is . . ." Kenshin ran his hand through his red locks and sighed. "Ever since this morning, after I talked with you, I couldn't get how rude I was to Yahiko out of my mind . . ."
"Kenshin . . ." Kaoru started but Kenshin shook his head.
"I know I should apologize but I don't know how. Besides, I shouldn't go down to the Akebeko and embarrass him in front of you know who . . ." Kaoru smiled at this and slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"Oh, it'll be alright. I'm sure Yahiko wouldn't mind!"
Kenshin began to ponder before responding. "I guess your right. I'll go see him."
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"Tsubame!" called out Mushu. Tsubame turned to see Mushu standing close behind her. They were in the kitchen doing the dishes while Yahiko, Tae, and the other workers began the rest of the serving.
She smiled and cocked her head to the side. "Hey, Mushu. What's going on/"
He shook his head and returned it. "Nothing, really . . . I just noticed you were cleaning the dishes by yourself. Need some help?"
"No that's alright. But thanks for asking!" she answered. She went back to her chores and heard Mushu's hand suddenly dip into the water. She gave him a curious look.
"I insist," he complied. Tsubame watched him do the dishes, wondering how nice he could be. She hasn't exactly met another guy like him before. Well, besides Kenshin anyway. Slowly taking her eyes off him, she continued with her work, still thinking this over.
She gasped when Mushu's hand fell on hers. She glanced up at him, startled. He stared back with passion. Mushu's face started to come closer to hers but she couldn't move. *Why wont I move? Do I really want this? * Tsubame felt her eyes close, not wanting them to. She tried desperately to control her reflexes but her body wasn't responding. She was frozen solid.
Then, Mushu's lips came in adhesion with hers. She didn't kiss back. Just waited . . . Suddenly, the door banged opened. Tsubame opened her eyes to see a dumbfounded Yahiko standing next to the door, not taking his eyes off Mushu.
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Sorry it took me so long with this chapter. There was a virus on my computer so it was down for a few days. Oh, even thought I already told you this . . . ITS MY BIRTHDAY! February 21st! MWUHAHAHAHA! I AM 14!!!!!!!!!!! I have THE POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . Sorry, I had a moment there . . .