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Dude, you guys don't understand what I meant when I was saying she was always the one being kidnapped. What I meant was if she can beat Kenshin half to death with even her bare hands, could she even make a feeble attempt to get away? That was what I meant, and what's-your-face (to lazy to spell out ur real name) I'm not upset that you said I had grammar mistakes. Really, I'm not and my spell check doesn't always work. Besides, I have advanced dyslexia, so letters get mixed up a lot. Yup, life sucks. -
Tsubame walked away from the dojo, a dumbfounded look covering her pale face. Her hand was slowly brought to her lips, the sensation of Yahiko's still tickling her. She giggled a little, feeling a sense of love, warm, tender love, creeping itself from her head to her toes.
Yahiko leaned against the dojo gates as Tsubame shuffled away. He smirked when her left hand came up to touch her lips. At that moment, he licked his own, savoring the taste of her gentle, vulnerable lips. His eyes closed as her flavor swept over his tongue once more, causing him to grin with satisfaction. He grinned widely, his ego taking over once more.
Behind him, Kenji was giggling with embarrassment. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his 'brother' get his first kiss and he covered his small mouth with his pudgy hand to keep the sound he was making softer so Yahiko would not hear him. When he reopened his eyes, Yahiko had started towards his room. Kenji followed as fast as he could, considering he had to take 6 steps to match one of Yahiko's.
When his room was in sight, Yahiko stepped in slyly, sliding it shut quietly. Kenji tiptoed to the door, pressing his tiny ear against the screen, listening to the muffling noises Yahiko was making. He could hear Yahiko's voice but it was to soft. He pressed harder, determined to hear what Yahiko was doing inside his room.
"Spying is wrong, I'll let you know," Kenji jumped at the sound of his father's voice behind him. Kenji smiled in shame, glancing around.
"It's just that I wanted to know what he was doing," Kenji started, "I saw him and Tsubame-"
Kenshin interrupted him. "I know, I saw to, that I did."
Kenji shrugged. "Where were you? I didn't see you around."
"The roof." * Curse his jumping abilities . . . * Kenji thought, feeling a bit dumb for not thinking of it. Then a thought ran through Kenji's mind.
"Wait a minute. What're YOU doing here oh dearest, lovable father of mine?" Kenji demanded.
"Well, I . . .uh, you see . . . I saw a rat run . . . um . . . uh . . . into Yahiko's room and . . . seeing as mommy hates rats . . . heh, well, I tried to get rid of it," he lied.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a horrible liar . . ."
"Oro!"
"Kenji and Kenshin! What're you doing?" Kaoru asked, appearing out of no where with a basket of laundry in her hands.
Kenshin and Kenji looked at each other, trying to come up with a quick lie. "Gamble/Laundry." They said at the same time. Kaoru raised an eyebrow. "Laundry/Gambling." They looked at each other before Kenshin came to the rescue. "We're gaundring . . ."
". . . Gaundring . . ." Kaoru repeated with confusion.
"Yup."
"Kenshin?"
"Yes?"
"You're a ghastly liar . . ."
"Oro . . ."
Without warning, Yahiko's door slid open again. He stood, looking at the Himura's, who stared straight back. "What're you doing outside my room . . ?" The three of them looked at each other.
"Forget it . . ." the three of them said aloud and walked away. Yahiko simply shrugged and slid his door shut.
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Tsubame looked up when she saw the Akebeko come into sight. She sighed, not up to working today. All she really wanted was Yahiko.
She blushed at the feel of his lips against hers. The smell of the soap he used on her kimono was still hanging around and she sniffed it with wanting smile cross her face. She stopped in front of the door, looking in to see Mushu sweeping the oak wood floor. She sighed, not wanting to enter but she had no other choice seeing as the Akebeko was her home.
"Hello there, Tsubame. Where've you been? You were gone for a long time," Mushu said, setting the broom aside. Tsubame looked down and then back up at Mushu.
"Um . . .I went to go visit Yahiko at the dojo . . ." she replied, scuffing a piece of dried mud off the floor with her warajii's. Mushu's expression darkened at the mention of Yahiko's name but he regained himself before Tsubame noticed.
"What for?"
"I just wanted to make sure he was alright . . ." she answered, kicking her warajii's off to the side. "Besides, I really like him. A lot and I'm sure you've known for quite some time now, but Mushu, I really don't think we're right for each other . . ."
Mushu looked at her, not blinking. Instead, his brow furrowed into a frown. Tsubame took a step back, his face startling her a little bit. She stumbled back against a table, avoiding his eyes.
"I'm tired of playing this silly game with you," he growled, causing Tsubame to gasp. She began to hear footsteps, boisterous, contumacious footsteps. Tsubame continued to look at the floor, terrified.
*This isn't like Mushu at all! What happened? * she thought with panic. She cried out as his strong hand grasped her arm, sending pain coursing through her body. As if it weren't enough, he began to squeeze harder. Tears began to pour from her eyes, blood emitting from her bottom lip as she bit down.
*I need help! * She opened her mouth to cry out but Mushu cut her off. "If you're going to yell for Tae- san, she's not here." He snickered. "She went to go visit some friends of hers out in the country."
She fell helplessly to the floor on her knees, her arm completely numb from the absence of blood. Her vision began to blur as the lack of blood in one arm and too much in the other began to take its toll.
*I- I need help! * she thought, just before she blacked out. *Ken-san . . . Sanosuke-sama . . . Kaoru san . . . Yahiko . . . *
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Okay, I just want to get to the end of this story as I am getting very tired of running out of ideas. Anyway, Q & A Time! Question of the day: ElectricDragon- Do your stories disappear? A: Nope, never happened to me. Well . . .once, but that was only because I had a computer virus on my computer. So, my answer is know.
Most annoying review from:dacrayZblaze1- yeah, you just don't seem to be nice anymore. Actually, ur getting on my nerves. I know she's Kenshin's girl and everybody is out for revenge but that's not what I mean. As a matter of fact, your not the only one who has mentioned this in their review. I meant for it to mean like . . . hm . . . alright, you know how Yahiko was beaten by a mob of evil men who supposedly 'took him in'? Well, if they wanted revenge on him, couldn't they get Tsubame? And I'm sure lots of people hate Saitou. I haven't actually seen Tokio so I don't know what she's like but I would have to say plenty of people would problem want her to get Saitou mad . . . ok, bad example. People want to keep there lives. At least Kenshin won't kill them. Anyway, bye!
Dude, you guys don't understand what I meant when I was saying she was always the one being kidnapped. What I meant was if she can beat Kenshin half to death with even her bare hands, could she even make a feeble attempt to get away? That was what I meant, and what's-your-face (to lazy to spell out ur real name) I'm not upset that you said I had grammar mistakes. Really, I'm not and my spell check doesn't always work. Besides, I have advanced dyslexia, so letters get mixed up a lot. Yup, life sucks. -
Tsubame walked away from the dojo, a dumbfounded look covering her pale face. Her hand was slowly brought to her lips, the sensation of Yahiko's still tickling her. She giggled a little, feeling a sense of love, warm, tender love, creeping itself from her head to her toes.
Yahiko leaned against the dojo gates as Tsubame shuffled away. He smirked when her left hand came up to touch her lips. At that moment, he licked his own, savoring the taste of her gentle, vulnerable lips. His eyes closed as her flavor swept over his tongue once more, causing him to grin with satisfaction. He grinned widely, his ego taking over once more.
Behind him, Kenji was giggling with embarrassment. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his 'brother' get his first kiss and he covered his small mouth with his pudgy hand to keep the sound he was making softer so Yahiko would not hear him. When he reopened his eyes, Yahiko had started towards his room. Kenji followed as fast as he could, considering he had to take 6 steps to match one of Yahiko's.
When his room was in sight, Yahiko stepped in slyly, sliding it shut quietly. Kenji tiptoed to the door, pressing his tiny ear against the screen, listening to the muffling noises Yahiko was making. He could hear Yahiko's voice but it was to soft. He pressed harder, determined to hear what Yahiko was doing inside his room.
"Spying is wrong, I'll let you know," Kenji jumped at the sound of his father's voice behind him. Kenji smiled in shame, glancing around.
"It's just that I wanted to know what he was doing," Kenji started, "I saw him and Tsubame-"
Kenshin interrupted him. "I know, I saw to, that I did."
Kenji shrugged. "Where were you? I didn't see you around."
"The roof." * Curse his jumping abilities . . . * Kenji thought, feeling a bit dumb for not thinking of it. Then a thought ran through Kenji's mind.
"Wait a minute. What're YOU doing here oh dearest, lovable father of mine?" Kenji demanded.
"Well, I . . .uh, you see . . . I saw a rat run . . . um . . . uh . . . into Yahiko's room and . . . seeing as mommy hates rats . . . heh, well, I tried to get rid of it," he lied.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"You're a horrible liar . . ."
"Oro!"
"Kenji and Kenshin! What're you doing?" Kaoru asked, appearing out of no where with a basket of laundry in her hands.
Kenshin and Kenji looked at each other, trying to come up with a quick lie. "Gamble/Laundry." They said at the same time. Kaoru raised an eyebrow. "Laundry/Gambling." They looked at each other before Kenshin came to the rescue. "We're gaundring . . ."
". . . Gaundring . . ." Kaoru repeated with confusion.
"Yup."
"Kenshin?"
"Yes?"
"You're a ghastly liar . . ."
"Oro . . ."
Without warning, Yahiko's door slid open again. He stood, looking at the Himura's, who stared straight back. "What're you doing outside my room . . ?" The three of them looked at each other.
"Forget it . . ." the three of them said aloud and walked away. Yahiko simply shrugged and slid his door shut.
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Tsubame looked up when she saw the Akebeko come into sight. She sighed, not up to working today. All she really wanted was Yahiko.
She blushed at the feel of his lips against hers. The smell of the soap he used on her kimono was still hanging around and she sniffed it with wanting smile cross her face. She stopped in front of the door, looking in to see Mushu sweeping the oak wood floor. She sighed, not wanting to enter but she had no other choice seeing as the Akebeko was her home.
"Hello there, Tsubame. Where've you been? You were gone for a long time," Mushu said, setting the broom aside. Tsubame looked down and then back up at Mushu.
"Um . . .I went to go visit Yahiko at the dojo . . ." she replied, scuffing a piece of dried mud off the floor with her warajii's. Mushu's expression darkened at the mention of Yahiko's name but he regained himself before Tsubame noticed.
"What for?"
"I just wanted to make sure he was alright . . ." she answered, kicking her warajii's off to the side. "Besides, I really like him. A lot and I'm sure you've known for quite some time now, but Mushu, I really don't think we're right for each other . . ."
Mushu looked at her, not blinking. Instead, his brow furrowed into a frown. Tsubame took a step back, his face startling her a little bit. She stumbled back against a table, avoiding his eyes.
"I'm tired of playing this silly game with you," he growled, causing Tsubame to gasp. She began to hear footsteps, boisterous, contumacious footsteps. Tsubame continued to look at the floor, terrified.
*This isn't like Mushu at all! What happened? * she thought with panic. She cried out as his strong hand grasped her arm, sending pain coursing through her body. As if it weren't enough, he began to squeeze harder. Tears began to pour from her eyes, blood emitting from her bottom lip as she bit down.
*I need help! * She opened her mouth to cry out but Mushu cut her off. "If you're going to yell for Tae- san, she's not here." He snickered. "She went to go visit some friends of hers out in the country."
She fell helplessly to the floor on her knees, her arm completely numb from the absence of blood. Her vision began to blur as the lack of blood in one arm and too much in the other began to take its toll.
*I- I need help! * she thought, just before she blacked out. *Ken-san . . . Sanosuke-sama . . . Kaoru san . . . Yahiko . . . *
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Okay, I just want to get to the end of this story as I am getting very tired of running out of ideas. Anyway, Q & A Time! Question of the day: ElectricDragon- Do your stories disappear? A: Nope, never happened to me. Well . . .once, but that was only because I had a computer virus on my computer. So, my answer is know.
Most annoying review from:dacrayZblaze1- yeah, you just don't seem to be nice anymore. Actually, ur getting on my nerves. I know she's Kenshin's girl and everybody is out for revenge but that's not what I mean. As a matter of fact, your not the only one who has mentioned this in their review. I meant for it to mean like . . . hm . . . alright, you know how Yahiko was beaten by a mob of evil men who supposedly 'took him in'? Well, if they wanted revenge on him, couldn't they get Tsubame? And I'm sure lots of people hate Saitou. I haven't actually seen Tokio so I don't know what she's like but I would have to say plenty of people would problem want her to get Saitou mad . . . ok, bad example. People want to keep there lives. At least Kenshin won't kill them. Anyway, bye!