Disclaimer: Yeah, this is really work'n my nerves. I DON'T own RK.
Unfortunately, this is the awful truth.
Not much to say except thanks for the reviews. Oh, and my sis bought me the entire Inuyasha box sets! Anyway, on with the story.
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It's been nearly a week since the incident at the Akabeko. Everyone including Yahiko were still trying to forget about the entire thing but were failing at it miserably. Within this week, Yahiko hasn't said a word to Kenshin or Kaoru. Not even Sanosuke, his favorite person in the world to argue with. The only person he dared say hi to was Kenji.
Kenji was in the dojo watching Kaoru and Yahiko practice. He rooted for Yahiko, as he always did. It was sort of a tradition. Yahiko would lose, Kenji would still cheer him on, and Kaoru would give Kenji a playful frown.
"Excellent Yahiko. Let's pick this up again later. You should get some rest now." Kaoru panted. Yahiko didn't respond. Instead, he walked over to where his water bottle was and took a long drink. Kaoru's eyes softened at the sight of him. She didn't say anything however. Kaoru trudged out of the practice area, leaving him alone with Kenji.
"Hey, Yahiko . . ." Kenji started, pushing himself off the floor of the dojo, "Why won't you talk to mommy? Did Mushu do something?"
Yahiko wiped his face with a cloth hanging nearby. "None of your business."
"Tell me."
"You wouldn't understand."
Kenji stomped his foot and put on his whiney face. "Why wouldn't I understand?"
Yahiko whirled around and glared at him. "Because your only 6."
"6 ½ mind you!" Kenji protested. "And just because I'm six doesn't mean that I don't know what happened nor what to do about it." Kenji put his hands on his tiny hips defiantly and looked Yahiko straight in the eyes.
He smirked. "So, you have the answers, right? You, a puny six year old, no, six in half year old have all the answers to my love life problems?" Yahiko plopped on the floor and grinned, staring Kenji straight in the eye. "So, let's hear them." Kenji, trying to be cool, sat on the floor. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began to ponder the situation.
"Hmm..." he thought aloud, scratching his scarred cheek.
Yahiko just looked at him. "So... what's the answers?"
Kenji waved his little hand. "Hold your horses. I have to think of them first!" Yahiko blew a puff of air and stood again.
"See? I was right! You are to young to understand it!" Yahiko strutted out the practice hall and to the front yard.
"Hey, Ken-" he started but stopped dead in his tracks. Kenshin was speaking to someone but he couldn't tell who. Kenshin looked down at the person and he seemed to be very kind to that someone he was talking to.
"Oh, Yahiko should be in the practice hall." He said.
"Thank you..." a tiny voice said from in front of him. Kenshin stepped out of the way to reveal Tsubame standing at the front gate. Yahiko's eyes went extra wide at her beauty. Her kimono was baby blue, with sleeves like Ayame's. The obi tied around her waist was an elegant green, very light and tied neatly into a flimsy bow. The pink flower in her hair brought out her wide brown eyes.
*What's Tsubame doing here! * he thought. He turned around, his back to the wall. *Ah! I hope she's not here to talk about that whole Mushu incident! If so, I can't speak to her then! *
"If he's not in the practice hall, you should check his room, that you should," Kenshin's voice came, followed by tiny footsteps. Panic-stricken, Yahiko sprinted to dojo, picked up his bokken, and immediately begin swinging as hard as he could.
When Tsubame turned the corner, he began to swing harder. Out of the corner of his eyes, Yahiko saw her pale face soften. She blinked a couple of times, wandering what to say to him.
Before a word came out of her mouth, Yahiko stated, "If you've came here to give pity, I don't want it." Tsubame took a step back, causing Yahiko to feel a little guilt. He shook his head quickly, reassuring himself. * If Mushu hadn't been so manipulative, none of this would have happened. I have every right to be upset with-*
"Yahiko, I didn't come here to give you pity," Tsubame's voice broke into his thoughts. He stopped swinging and looked at her with a hard gaze. Tsubame looked at the floor before continuing. "I came here to apologize to you. For the way I've been acting lately."
Yahiko arched an eyebrow, looking at her slim figure. "What?"
She looked up, a surprised look in her eyes. "I said I was sorry for the way I was-"
"No, no no no no no no. I mean, why are you sorry?" he asked, cutting her off. She glanced around the room briskly before answering him.
"I thought the reason you were upset was because I did something . . ." she responded. An inquisitive look covered Yahiko's face and he lowered his bokken. *Why would she just assume that she had done something wrong. It's Mushu I'm upset with, not her . . . *
He shook his head hard, raven locks smacking him in the face. "I'm not upset with you really. Sorry if I made you feel that way." He returned to his swinging, looking at Tsubame out of the corner of his eye. She tilted her head to the side, watching him with curiosity. Then she peered down at the floor. She then turned around and walked out the door. He stopped and watched her retreating figure, especially paying attention at her swaying hips. He noticed the 1, 2 motion they moved in. He followed her out, not realizing it. His eyes went up and down her body, noticing her curves.
Yahiko began to feel a strange sensation coming from the pit of his stomach. His hands began to sweat unbelievably fast, his arms aching; yet, it wasn't a painful ache. The more he watched her movements, the more his arms became numb, so numb that he was no longer able to feel them. His heart pumped rapidly, pounding against his chest, demanding something of him. *Why do I feel this way? What's wrong with me? * Before he could come up with an answer to his own question, Tsubame had just opened the dojo gates, a depressed look upon her face. He ran up to her and slammed the door closed.
She gasped, turning her head around in consternation. "Wait . . . don't go. Not yet . . ." She looked at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. He stared her straight in the eye, not blinking. He looked at her hard, not hard with anger or resentment, but hard with anticipation. Anticipation for what, he did not know, but he kept looking at her, not wanting to stop.
*Why is he looking at me like that? It's almost as if . . . * Tsubame thought, not daring enough to think of what might happen. She licked her lips, a habit she picked up when she was feeling awkward. The sight of her tongue heightened his senses, his own tongue wanting to feel hers. Yahiko then knew what that feeling in the pit of his stomach was. He wanted her, now, wanted to hold her, kiss her . . . love her.
But he dare not to even try it. He wanted her to stay and if that meant not kissing her, than that was what he was willing to do. Every shred of him wanted to touch her soft skin, his fingers screamed in agony, screamed with anticipation of her short brown hair running through them. His hands wanting to feel her creamy skin against them cried out in pain. He no longer felt his arms for they to yelled at him to embrace her for an even a split second.
Tsubame stared back at his reddish- brown eyes, searching through them for answers to unasked questions. She saw his eyes move down her body for a split second, causing a shuddered to course through her body. Tsubame began to pant, her small whisper of her voice coming out with each breath she took. On instinct, she crossed her arms across her chest, as if to hide her frail body. She felt an urge for him to take her in his arms, yet she said nothing.
Yahiko couldn't take it anymore. With a bit of panicky feelings course through his veins, he reached out an arm and wrapped it around her waist. Tsubame looked at that arm, to scared to look him in the eye. She glanced up, seeing that his eyes had indeed become softer and delicate instead of angry and resentful. His hand went to her cheek, turned her head so it was in line with his. With a little bit of hesitation, Yahiko bent down slowly, awaiting the feel of her of gentle lips pressed upon his. He was a bit nervous seeing as he had never kissed a girl before and didn't know how, but he wanted her so badly it wrenched at his heart.
When their lips met, Tsubame just stood there. She was surprised and pleased at the same time but yet didn't know what to. The only boy she had kissed was Mushu but she had never kissed back. Tsubame was scared but didn't want to let Yahiko down. With shaking hands, she placed them on his chest to push herself up. Yahiko took in a deep breath of air, the feeling of her wanting him sending a strange warmth throughout his body. Normally, this feeling would make him feel like a wimp, but just knowing that it was Tsubame causing this made him forget about it.
Little did either of them know, Kenji was watching from out of the corner of the dojo. He peeped around and smiled broadly, happy that his 'brother' had found happiness at last. To bad it wouldn't last long.
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Ok, I have just one question and this has nothing to do with this story. How come Kaoru is like the only woman who can fight with a weapon and yet, manages to still be kidnapped by Enishi or who ever? Come on! Misao can fight just as well as she can but I don't see her being kidnapped in the middle of the night, do you? No and Megumi hasn't been kidnapped either. I know your all thinking that she was kidnapped when she returned to Kanryu but really, she went back there on her own. She probably would've gone even if what's his face didn't grab while Sanosuke was fighting the other what's his face. (I forgot their names. I'mma gonna go find out now.) See ya!
Not much to say except thanks for the reviews. Oh, and my sis bought me the entire Inuyasha box sets! Anyway, on with the story.
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It's been nearly a week since the incident at the Akabeko. Everyone including Yahiko were still trying to forget about the entire thing but were failing at it miserably. Within this week, Yahiko hasn't said a word to Kenshin or Kaoru. Not even Sanosuke, his favorite person in the world to argue with. The only person he dared say hi to was Kenji.
Kenji was in the dojo watching Kaoru and Yahiko practice. He rooted for Yahiko, as he always did. It was sort of a tradition. Yahiko would lose, Kenji would still cheer him on, and Kaoru would give Kenji a playful frown.
"Excellent Yahiko. Let's pick this up again later. You should get some rest now." Kaoru panted. Yahiko didn't respond. Instead, he walked over to where his water bottle was and took a long drink. Kaoru's eyes softened at the sight of him. She didn't say anything however. Kaoru trudged out of the practice area, leaving him alone with Kenji.
"Hey, Yahiko . . ." Kenji started, pushing himself off the floor of the dojo, "Why won't you talk to mommy? Did Mushu do something?"
Yahiko wiped his face with a cloth hanging nearby. "None of your business."
"Tell me."
"You wouldn't understand."
Kenji stomped his foot and put on his whiney face. "Why wouldn't I understand?"
Yahiko whirled around and glared at him. "Because your only 6."
"6 ½ mind you!" Kenji protested. "And just because I'm six doesn't mean that I don't know what happened nor what to do about it." Kenji put his hands on his tiny hips defiantly and looked Yahiko straight in the eyes.
He smirked. "So, you have the answers, right? You, a puny six year old, no, six in half year old have all the answers to my love life problems?" Yahiko plopped on the floor and grinned, staring Kenji straight in the eye. "So, let's hear them." Kenji, trying to be cool, sat on the floor. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began to ponder the situation.
"Hmm..." he thought aloud, scratching his scarred cheek.
Yahiko just looked at him. "So... what's the answers?"
Kenji waved his little hand. "Hold your horses. I have to think of them first!" Yahiko blew a puff of air and stood again.
"See? I was right! You are to young to understand it!" Yahiko strutted out the practice hall and to the front yard.
"Hey, Ken-" he started but stopped dead in his tracks. Kenshin was speaking to someone but he couldn't tell who. Kenshin looked down at the person and he seemed to be very kind to that someone he was talking to.
"Oh, Yahiko should be in the practice hall." He said.
"Thank you..." a tiny voice said from in front of him. Kenshin stepped out of the way to reveal Tsubame standing at the front gate. Yahiko's eyes went extra wide at her beauty. Her kimono was baby blue, with sleeves like Ayame's. The obi tied around her waist was an elegant green, very light and tied neatly into a flimsy bow. The pink flower in her hair brought out her wide brown eyes.
*What's Tsubame doing here! * he thought. He turned around, his back to the wall. *Ah! I hope she's not here to talk about that whole Mushu incident! If so, I can't speak to her then! *
"If he's not in the practice hall, you should check his room, that you should," Kenshin's voice came, followed by tiny footsteps. Panic-stricken, Yahiko sprinted to dojo, picked up his bokken, and immediately begin swinging as hard as he could.
When Tsubame turned the corner, he began to swing harder. Out of the corner of his eyes, Yahiko saw her pale face soften. She blinked a couple of times, wandering what to say to him.
Before a word came out of her mouth, Yahiko stated, "If you've came here to give pity, I don't want it." Tsubame took a step back, causing Yahiko to feel a little guilt. He shook his head quickly, reassuring himself. * If Mushu hadn't been so manipulative, none of this would have happened. I have every right to be upset with-*
"Yahiko, I didn't come here to give you pity," Tsubame's voice broke into his thoughts. He stopped swinging and looked at her with a hard gaze. Tsubame looked at the floor before continuing. "I came here to apologize to you. For the way I've been acting lately."
Yahiko arched an eyebrow, looking at her slim figure. "What?"
She looked up, a surprised look in her eyes. "I said I was sorry for the way I was-"
"No, no no no no no no. I mean, why are you sorry?" he asked, cutting her off. She glanced around the room briskly before answering him.
"I thought the reason you were upset was because I did something . . ." she responded. An inquisitive look covered Yahiko's face and he lowered his bokken. *Why would she just assume that she had done something wrong. It's Mushu I'm upset with, not her . . . *
He shook his head hard, raven locks smacking him in the face. "I'm not upset with you really. Sorry if I made you feel that way." He returned to his swinging, looking at Tsubame out of the corner of his eye. She tilted her head to the side, watching him with curiosity. Then she peered down at the floor. She then turned around and walked out the door. He stopped and watched her retreating figure, especially paying attention at her swaying hips. He noticed the 1, 2 motion they moved in. He followed her out, not realizing it. His eyes went up and down her body, noticing her curves.
Yahiko began to feel a strange sensation coming from the pit of his stomach. His hands began to sweat unbelievably fast, his arms aching; yet, it wasn't a painful ache. The more he watched her movements, the more his arms became numb, so numb that he was no longer able to feel them. His heart pumped rapidly, pounding against his chest, demanding something of him. *Why do I feel this way? What's wrong with me? * Before he could come up with an answer to his own question, Tsubame had just opened the dojo gates, a depressed look upon her face. He ran up to her and slammed the door closed.
She gasped, turning her head around in consternation. "Wait . . . don't go. Not yet . . ." She looked at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. He stared her straight in the eye, not blinking. He looked at her hard, not hard with anger or resentment, but hard with anticipation. Anticipation for what, he did not know, but he kept looking at her, not wanting to stop.
*Why is he looking at me like that? It's almost as if . . . * Tsubame thought, not daring enough to think of what might happen. She licked her lips, a habit she picked up when she was feeling awkward. The sight of her tongue heightened his senses, his own tongue wanting to feel hers. Yahiko then knew what that feeling in the pit of his stomach was. He wanted her, now, wanted to hold her, kiss her . . . love her.
But he dare not to even try it. He wanted her to stay and if that meant not kissing her, than that was what he was willing to do. Every shred of him wanted to touch her soft skin, his fingers screamed in agony, screamed with anticipation of her short brown hair running through them. His hands wanting to feel her creamy skin against them cried out in pain. He no longer felt his arms for they to yelled at him to embrace her for an even a split second.
Tsubame stared back at his reddish- brown eyes, searching through them for answers to unasked questions. She saw his eyes move down her body for a split second, causing a shuddered to course through her body. Tsubame began to pant, her small whisper of her voice coming out with each breath she took. On instinct, she crossed her arms across her chest, as if to hide her frail body. She felt an urge for him to take her in his arms, yet she said nothing.
Yahiko couldn't take it anymore. With a bit of panicky feelings course through his veins, he reached out an arm and wrapped it around her waist. Tsubame looked at that arm, to scared to look him in the eye. She glanced up, seeing that his eyes had indeed become softer and delicate instead of angry and resentful. His hand went to her cheek, turned her head so it was in line with his. With a little bit of hesitation, Yahiko bent down slowly, awaiting the feel of her of gentle lips pressed upon his. He was a bit nervous seeing as he had never kissed a girl before and didn't know how, but he wanted her so badly it wrenched at his heart.
When their lips met, Tsubame just stood there. She was surprised and pleased at the same time but yet didn't know what to. The only boy she had kissed was Mushu but she had never kissed back. Tsubame was scared but didn't want to let Yahiko down. With shaking hands, she placed them on his chest to push herself up. Yahiko took in a deep breath of air, the feeling of her wanting him sending a strange warmth throughout his body. Normally, this feeling would make him feel like a wimp, but just knowing that it was Tsubame causing this made him forget about it.
Little did either of them know, Kenji was watching from out of the corner of the dojo. He peeped around and smiled broadly, happy that his 'brother' had found happiness at last. To bad it wouldn't last long.
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Ok, I have just one question and this has nothing to do with this story. How come Kaoru is like the only woman who can fight with a weapon and yet, manages to still be kidnapped by Enishi or who ever? Come on! Misao can fight just as well as she can but I don't see her being kidnapped in the middle of the night, do you? No and Megumi hasn't been kidnapped either. I know your all thinking that she was kidnapped when she returned to Kanryu but really, she went back there on her own. She probably would've gone even if what's his face didn't grab while Sanosuke was fighting the other what's his face. (I forgot their names. I'mma gonna go find out now.) See ya!