Disclaimer: How I wished I owned Rurouni Kenshin. I wish. Unfortunately, this wish is just a figment of my imagination.
Thanks for the reviews, you guys! Yall are real pals! Sorry it took me so long to update; my computer was gone for a week to get fixed and besides that, I couldn't think of anything to type. Hey, whaddya know? I still don't! So, I'm just gonna type whatever I want. Tell me if you like it or not! On with the story!
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Kenshin just looked at the note, not whether or not he should look at it. He was still holding his sobbing wife, her shoulders shaking in his protective grip. He looked up at the ceiling, rage written all over his face as he closed his watering eyes.(A/N Kami-sama, I'm very religious so please forgive me for what I am about to do next.)
Damn! Damn it! Kenshin thought, unable to control his rampaging emotions. He clenched his teeth together with sadness, fury, and loneliness. What do you have against me? Against my family? Friends? Damn you! Kenshin then laid his head on Kaoru shoulder, trying his best not to cry.
His strong will was beginning to fail him for the second time in his entire life. His world came crashing down once before when he found out that Kaoru had gone missing. Then, Tomoe's younger brother revealed a wax body that resembled Kaoru's, causing Kenshin to barely maintain his sanity. He cried his hardest that desolate self, harder than he had for Tomoe.
Kenshin could barely stand. Kaoru was almost taken from him that night. He had given up all hope, thinking that his beloved had perished due to his antecedent acts. Now . . . he thought, your doing it again. Why? Let him live . . . please . . .
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Yahiko strutted across the dirt street in Tokyo, shooting glances all over the overly crowded town, looking for any sign of his crush. If he hurts her . . . I . . . Yahiko knew what he would do but it would be against the Kamiya Kasshin Style. Sword that gives life . . . he thought to himself silently.
He glanced over at his partner. Kenji had no emotion in his eyes that Yahiko could see at all. He stared straight ahead and blinked only twice within the minutes that they had been walking. Yahiko narrowed his eyes and continued straight ahead.
They stopped in front of the Akebeko, thinking maybe there'd be some clue as to what was going on. But Yahiko had recalled the conversation Tae had had with Kenshin and Kaoru. Stopping here would be a waste of time. he thought. Yahiko prepared himself to move on but Kenji just looked at the restaurant . He gazed up at the sign with such loneliness in his eyes.
Kenji looked down at the place where he had fallen on his bottom from the hard smack from Mushu. The ring on his finger left a burning imprint on his right cheek. His hand slowly went to that same side of his face, the pain coming back in his imagination.
"Kenji," Yahiko broke into his thoughts, "What's wrong? We can't stay here. We have to find Tsubame." Kenji looked up at his best friend then closed his eyes.
"I think I know where they are," he replied, reopening his eyes. Yahiko looked at him with disbelief as Kenji continued to rub his cheek.
He shook his head in annoyance. "Kenji, I don't have time for you to pretend that you know everything about absolutely nothing. I need to find Tsubame with or without your help." As Yahiko continued forward, Kenji stay put.
Kenji yelled, "You're going in the wrong direction, Yahiko." Yahiko turned his head back to see Kenji facing an alley that lead to Ruffian Row.
"Mushu wouldn't bring Tsubame to a place like that, Kenji," Yahiko said. Kenji didn't listen. About midway through Yahiko's sentence, Kenji had sprinted with incredible speed down the dark path. Yahiko gritted his teeth but still followed.
They had been running for a couple of minutes when Kenji stopped immediately. Yahiko slowed him self down and saw Kenji look through another alley. Yahiko scrunched up his face, not knowing what lay down there. He had never known about this part of town. The streetlights were brighter than any other he had ever seen, lighting up huge homes that were bigger than the Akebeko was.
Yahiko stared in awe at the gigantic houses that surrounded him. The smallest house was 3 times the size of their dojo. Yahiko peered down at the Kenshin clone and gave him a skeptical look.
"How did you figure he'd be hiding here with Tsubame?" he asked with amazement.
Kenji bent his head down a little. "If you recall, I believe Mushu was a volunteer, right? I'm not 100% sure on this but I believe he'd be happy to get paid if he didn't have any money." Yahiko narrowed his eyes with a little ire. He wasn't upset that Kenji had helped him spot where Tsubame may be but rather at the fact that he didn't figure this out on his own. Mushu did mention to Tsubame that he was one of the richest kids in Japan so it would only make since that he'd live in the rich neighborhood.
They continued walking around, looking for any sign of Mushu's whereabouts.
"Look!" Kenji cried. Yahiko turned around to see Kenji pointing down at a flower. It was lavender, quite beautiful as a matter-of- fact. An iris! Yahiko thought suddenly. The same flower Tsubame had in her hair the other day!
He slowly picked up the flower, delicately so he would not crush it with anger and hostility. "Let's go," he said, walking to the mansion behind where the flower had lay. Kenji opened his eyes wider with surprise.
"Mushu!" Yahiko yelled, kicking open the door. He had not bothered to knock for he knew the door would be unanswered. They were greeted by a room with luxurious red carpet, the chandelier's glow reflecting off the freshly polished wood walls, creating a scene of elegance.
"Who gave you permission to just bust into my home?" a familiar voice came. Yahiko drew his sword in a defense position, in case Mushu had decided to come forth with an attack.
"Where's Tsubame?" Yahiko demanded as Mushu appeared from the stairs. He simply smirked.
Mushu shook his head with an outrageous ego. "She's not here, I'm afraid." He threw his head back and laughed. Yahiko clenched his sword, trying to regain himself and not lose his temper.
"Where IS she?" he asked again, arms shaking with anticipation of removing Mushu's head altogether. Mushu stopped his laughter and returned his menacing to Yahiko and Kenji.
"I'm surprised that you and the brat had enough guts to take me on! You know you'll lose. You'll DIE!" Yahiko couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. For a moment, he had forgotten about Tsubame. This guy . . . he needs help . . . he thought before a sweet picture of Tsubame came to his eyes.
Kenji stomped his foot. "Where is Tsubame? Why do you want her?"
"None of your business! If you want to know, you'll have to beat me first!" Mushu then reached into his gi and pulled out a real Japanese sword.
Yahiko narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He held out his sword, ready to strike at any moment. He clenched his teeth with anger.
"Then let the games begin . . ."
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Not much of a cliffhanger, I know, but I really ran out of ideas. Halfway through the story, you probably noticed that I was beginning to ramble. Oh well, R & R please! Ayosen!
Thanks for the reviews, you guys! Yall are real pals! Sorry it took me so long to update; my computer was gone for a week to get fixed and besides that, I couldn't think of anything to type. Hey, whaddya know? I still don't! So, I'm just gonna type whatever I want. Tell me if you like it or not! On with the story!
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Kenshin just looked at the note, not whether or not he should look at it. He was still holding his sobbing wife, her shoulders shaking in his protective grip. He looked up at the ceiling, rage written all over his face as he closed his watering eyes.(A/N Kami-sama, I'm very religious so please forgive me for what I am about to do next.)
Damn! Damn it! Kenshin thought, unable to control his rampaging emotions. He clenched his teeth together with sadness, fury, and loneliness. What do you have against me? Against my family? Friends? Damn you! Kenshin then laid his head on Kaoru shoulder, trying his best not to cry.
His strong will was beginning to fail him for the second time in his entire life. His world came crashing down once before when he found out that Kaoru had gone missing. Then, Tomoe's younger brother revealed a wax body that resembled Kaoru's, causing Kenshin to barely maintain his sanity. He cried his hardest that desolate self, harder than he had for Tomoe.
Kenshin could barely stand. Kaoru was almost taken from him that night. He had given up all hope, thinking that his beloved had perished due to his antecedent acts. Now . . . he thought, your doing it again. Why? Let him live . . . please . . .
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Yahiko strutted across the dirt street in Tokyo, shooting glances all over the overly crowded town, looking for any sign of his crush. If he hurts her . . . I . . . Yahiko knew what he would do but it would be against the Kamiya Kasshin Style. Sword that gives life . . . he thought to himself silently.
He glanced over at his partner. Kenji had no emotion in his eyes that Yahiko could see at all. He stared straight ahead and blinked only twice within the minutes that they had been walking. Yahiko narrowed his eyes and continued straight ahead.
They stopped in front of the Akebeko, thinking maybe there'd be some clue as to what was going on. But Yahiko had recalled the conversation Tae had had with Kenshin and Kaoru. Stopping here would be a waste of time. he thought. Yahiko prepared himself to move on but Kenji just looked at the restaurant . He gazed up at the sign with such loneliness in his eyes.
Kenji looked down at the place where he had fallen on his bottom from the hard smack from Mushu. The ring on his finger left a burning imprint on his right cheek. His hand slowly went to that same side of his face, the pain coming back in his imagination.
"Kenji," Yahiko broke into his thoughts, "What's wrong? We can't stay here. We have to find Tsubame." Kenji looked up at his best friend then closed his eyes.
"I think I know where they are," he replied, reopening his eyes. Yahiko looked at him with disbelief as Kenji continued to rub his cheek.
He shook his head in annoyance. "Kenji, I don't have time for you to pretend that you know everything about absolutely nothing. I need to find Tsubame with or without your help." As Yahiko continued forward, Kenji stay put.
Kenji yelled, "You're going in the wrong direction, Yahiko." Yahiko turned his head back to see Kenji facing an alley that lead to Ruffian Row.
"Mushu wouldn't bring Tsubame to a place like that, Kenji," Yahiko said. Kenji didn't listen. About midway through Yahiko's sentence, Kenji had sprinted with incredible speed down the dark path. Yahiko gritted his teeth but still followed.
They had been running for a couple of minutes when Kenji stopped immediately. Yahiko slowed him self down and saw Kenji look through another alley. Yahiko scrunched up his face, not knowing what lay down there. He had never known about this part of town. The streetlights were brighter than any other he had ever seen, lighting up huge homes that were bigger than the Akebeko was.
Yahiko stared in awe at the gigantic houses that surrounded him. The smallest house was 3 times the size of their dojo. Yahiko peered down at the Kenshin clone and gave him a skeptical look.
"How did you figure he'd be hiding here with Tsubame?" he asked with amazement.
Kenji bent his head down a little. "If you recall, I believe Mushu was a volunteer, right? I'm not 100% sure on this but I believe he'd be happy to get paid if he didn't have any money." Yahiko narrowed his eyes with a little ire. He wasn't upset that Kenji had helped him spot where Tsubame may be but rather at the fact that he didn't figure this out on his own. Mushu did mention to Tsubame that he was one of the richest kids in Japan so it would only make since that he'd live in the rich neighborhood.
They continued walking around, looking for any sign of Mushu's whereabouts.
"Look!" Kenji cried. Yahiko turned around to see Kenji pointing down at a flower. It was lavender, quite beautiful as a matter-of- fact. An iris! Yahiko thought suddenly. The same flower Tsubame had in her hair the other day!
He slowly picked up the flower, delicately so he would not crush it with anger and hostility. "Let's go," he said, walking to the mansion behind where the flower had lay. Kenji opened his eyes wider with surprise.
"Mushu!" Yahiko yelled, kicking open the door. He had not bothered to knock for he knew the door would be unanswered. They were greeted by a room with luxurious red carpet, the chandelier's glow reflecting off the freshly polished wood walls, creating a scene of elegance.
"Who gave you permission to just bust into my home?" a familiar voice came. Yahiko drew his sword in a defense position, in case Mushu had decided to come forth with an attack.
"Where's Tsubame?" Yahiko demanded as Mushu appeared from the stairs. He simply smirked.
Mushu shook his head with an outrageous ego. "She's not here, I'm afraid." He threw his head back and laughed. Yahiko clenched his sword, trying to regain himself and not lose his temper.
"Where IS she?" he asked again, arms shaking with anticipation of removing Mushu's head altogether. Mushu stopped his laughter and returned his menacing to Yahiko and Kenji.
"I'm surprised that you and the brat had enough guts to take me on! You know you'll lose. You'll DIE!" Yahiko couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. For a moment, he had forgotten about Tsubame. This guy . . . he needs help . . . he thought before a sweet picture of Tsubame came to his eyes.
Kenji stomped his foot. "Where is Tsubame? Why do you want her?"
"None of your business! If you want to know, you'll have to beat me first!" Mushu then reached into his gi and pulled out a real Japanese sword.
Yahiko narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He held out his sword, ready to strike at any moment. He clenched his teeth with anger.
"Then let the games begin . . ."
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Not much of a cliffhanger, I know, but I really ran out of ideas. Halfway through the story, you probably noticed that I was beginning to ramble. Oh well, R & R please! Ayosen!