Yahiko's Tale: part three
It was one of those perfect days, you know, the kind you find in fairytales. The days before seemed to fly by in a blur. Yahiko stood in front of the cottage, his bokkon piercing through the air. "Ichi, Ni, San, Shi" And with each number, he brought the weapon down onto his imaginary opponents head. He continued until he reached 100 swings.
Off to the side, under the shadow of some tree's sat Mishimaro and Kaoru. A white bandage was wrapped around Kaoru's eyes. It was moist and a bit sticky, a salve having been rubbed into it. This forced Kaoru to keep her eyes closed, preventing them from being to stressed to heal properly. With the loss of her sight, her hearing had increased. So that's what she did in her spare time, listen. Right now, Mishimaro was teaching her how to make certain antidotes. She was learning to identify them by smell, and shape. The two had quickly become friends, or rather, family. Mishi soon became like a twin brother to her. Though Kaoru couldn't remember her former beliefs, it didn't take long for her to develop them again. She picked up her old ideals, quickly, and personality never changed. She couldn't be any happier, especially since Mishi had the exact same morals.
The two really were like twins, in ideals and beliefs. Soon they found that they even had similar habits. The only true difference was their genders, looks, and personality. Kaoru tended to be a bit more aggressive when angry, while Mishi tended to be subtler in his punishments, preferring to let his prey broad before pouncing. Their prey just happened to be Yahiko, who seemed to enjoy frustrating them both. One of the prankster's escapades had them locked in a closet together
Yahiko finished his practice, and wiped the sweat that had developed on his forehead off. His glance wandered to his friends, a small smile on his lips. In his eyes, they were the only important people in the world.
Actually, they did look like a cute couple. The tiny wheels in his head started to turn, as he plotted plans for their future. Kaoru and Mishi really did like each other, however, Yahiko doesn't seem to understand the difference between sibling liking, and soul connecting affection. In his eyes, love was love; there was only a difference if you were of the same blood, and the age gap was way to big. After all, when he first started living in the dojo, he wouldn't have minded at all if he grew up to marry Kaoru. However, he knew he was much to young for her; he still liked to think of them as having a love-hate relationship though.
Of course, his mind concluded, Kaoru and Mishi didn't have any blood connecting them, and they certainly were the right ages, after all, Mishi was only half a year older. They seemed to be comfortable with each other and friendly. A soft breathe left his lips as he sighed, that work out did him good. It wasn't the same though, there was no loud instructions coming from his sensei. No busu chasing him around. Taking weary steps, he made his way over to his friends, and plopped down next to Kaoru.
He was very surprised to see that Kamiya wasn't startled about his sudden appearance at all. It seemed that she was getting better at sensing others. Mishimaro had decided to give her lessons on sensing ki's. Ever since then, her senses seemed to have soared, making up for her lost eyesight. She could even read, tracing the ink markings, since they made a barely felt groove into the rough paper. She didn't develop this sensitive touch until recently. The time of the day could be felt in the air, the temperature, and sun giving it away.
A month went by, and Kaoru was able to move around by herself. She had memorized the lay out of the cottage. Currently she was in the kitchen, with Mishi by her side. Yahiko had gone out to the village to get some tofu. A flash of silver glinted as she brought down the knife onto a stalk of bamboo. Cutting it into tiny slices, she used her fingers as a guide for the knife, making sure that her fingertips were parallel to the blade, so as to not cute them off. Gathering the bits and pieces into a small pile, she turned her head to where she knew Mishi would be. "Alright.. I'm done! What do I do now, Mishi?" By now, the bandage had been taken off, and she could see a faint outline of objects. Everything was fuzzy though, as if a cloud of smoke was blocking her vision.
Mishi smiled faintly at her. She had learned quickly, her senses had heightened tremendously. Once she got her full vision back, and learned to fight, she could be unstoppable. In a year, he wished to leave to travel the world again, and he was hoping to bring his friends along. Knowing that Kaoru could protect herself put him at ease, and made his wish closer everyday. He already knew whom he would get to teach Kaoru the art of swords. The man he had in mind had taught him as well. The man was an old friend of his, and would soon be coming to visit in 3 weeks. He had gotten the letter yesterday. Finally, he stopped letting his mind wander, and snapped back into reality. He was supposed to be teaching Kaoru how to cook, since she can't quite remember how. However, according to Yahiko, she didn't know how to in the first place. Therefore, he continued the lessons. Teaching Kaoru was fun, it brought them closer together
Yahiko rode happily through the fields. He was nearing the village. Already, he could see the faint outlines of the small huts and stalls. His throat slightly rumbled, a small tune erupting in a hum. It was a bit off pitch, but no one was around to really care. The song was an old one, the same song that he had heard as a baby and when he was younger. It was the tune that his mother had sung for him to go to sleep. Few people knew it, and one of the last few was himself, and Kaoru. She to had heard it as a child; it was the only thing she remembered about her real mother. Well, she had known it, not anymore though. No matter, Yahiko would sing it to her one day, so that she could pass it on to her children. He knew that Kaoru would be a wonderful mother, she already was for him. Buying the tofu at the nearest stall, after he had entered the village, he began to make his way home, a grin on his face, knowing that his friends were there, alone. Thinking of them together, his mind drifted to his own love life. Wait, he thought bitterly, what love life? The girl of his dreams was in Tokyo, Tsubame. So frantic in saving Kaoru, he forgot to bid his crush goodbye.
Just thinking about Tsubame made his heart ache. A sea of water separated them, an entire culture made them different from each other now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, thought Yahiko. One day, they would return to Tokyo, then, he'd send a letter to Tsubame, and apologize. She must be worried sick right now. Nevertheless, he would never return to Tokyo. There was no way he would take even the slimmest chances of meeting the old Kenshin group again.
Weeks flew by quickly, and during that time, Kaoru's vision steadily improved, in fact, it was better then it had originally been. With all the rest and healing time, it made her vision perfect, maybe even more.
The three sat around the table, eating a delicious meal, provided by Kaoru. She had caught on to the skills of cooking quickly. It was much better than it was in the past, when no one was there to teach her. Yahiko listened to Mishi as his friend told him about their soon to be arriving guest. The mysterious person was to be expected in a few hours. By now, Yahiko was curious as to who the man was. Mishi had told them tales about the man, and from what he heard, the stranger was a very skilled swordsman. To his and Kaoru's frustrations though, Mishi refused to state the man's name. It was his belief that a name shouldn't be given, until the person had introduced him or herself.
A few hours later, Kaoru was found in the front of the cottage, trying to practice with the bokkon. The problem was, she never actually held one, well, at least she didn't remember holding one. The instinct to hold it seemed to come naturally. Giving a practice swing, she let her imagination go wild. The fight began; she'd thrust, sliced. Her imaginary opponent just wouldn't give in! A cough interrupted her little playtime. Her head jerked to look in the direction it came from. She had been so caught up in her act, that she had lowered her other senses. Cheeks heated up, into a fine rosy color. She held onto the bokkon a bit loosely now, and cautiously approached the intruder. Her face lit with a blush the entire time. It soon became a deeper color though, at the man's comment.
"You were leaving yourself open. That's weak of you.. Kamiya" A smirk graced his lips, and a well-toned and muscular hand came up to block the bokkon that was coming down at his head. His arm was bent at a perfect angle, 45 degree's, to protect his head. As the wood stuck the guard, his hand opened and turned, grasping the wood in his hand. The free arm came up, and fingers clenched the wood as well, placed next to their brother fingers. With a simple twist and jerk, the bokkon flew out of the girl's hand, and she fell forward.
Kaoru was caught off guard as he tugged the bokkon out of her hands. The movement had caused her to be pulled forward as well. Her balance was lost in a millisecond, and she soon found herself caught in the arms of the white haired man before her. Once again, her face was red. Humiliation written all over her. Her hands were against his chest, and she was leaning into him, her cheek against a nicely toned chest. She could feel the strength underneath the fabric of his shirt.
The man's arms instinctively wrapped around Kaoru's small body. Steadying her so that she wouldn't hurt herself. He had not meant for her to trip. Though it amused him to no end. A hand moved from her shoulders to push up on the bridge of his glasses, so that they wouldn't fall off the tip of his nose. His wild white hair dangled loosely, not long enough to be put into a ponytail, though not quite called short either. (AN: heehee.. can you guess who he is?)
This was the position that Yahiko found them in. He was coming out to check on Kaoru. Of course, the site startled him. He stopped in his tracks, body stiffening. The warm sun suddenly felt cold and freezing. His eyes lit ablaze in fiery anger. He could only utter one word, which came out as a snarl. "YOU!" His voice had drawn Mishi's attention, and the elder came to the door, placing his hands on Yahiko's shoulders firmly. Thus preventing Yahiko from launching himself at the guest.
"I see you've met our visit Kaoru, intrusting, I didn't expect you to become so good of friends so fast, Kaoru" That comment earned Mishi glares as cold as winter nights by the other three. This didn't faze him at all though, it only caused him to laugh. Composing himself, he introduced the man, not knowing that everyone already knew each other, well, Kaoru didn't. "This is an old friend, he's going to be your sword trainer Kaoru, Yahiko, meet Enishi-san"
Yahiko sent the guest an icy glare, capable of freezing a furnace into a freezer, yet able to melt the North Pole as well. Enishi was not one of the people on his list to meet again in his lifetime. Just his luck, here the man was. He obviously wasn't phased by Yahiko's look, which only added to the boys anger. The anger soon began to ebb away however, as Yahiko and Enishi locked gazes. It was as if a silent agreement had been made. The younger could tell by looking into his eyes that he truly regretted their past. Everyone there, had started a new life, the past left behind, for the better.
It didn't take long for Enishi to figure out that Kaoru had amnesia, the fact that his name didn't faze her gave it all away. In normal circumstances, his name would've sent her in either a shiver of painful memories, or a scream in angry frenzy. However, none of those occurred. It was for the best that she didn't remember their past though. Now that he was sane, he didn't really know how he could've mistaken Kaoru for his sister. After all, his sister was nowhere near as beautiful as Kaoru, nor as amusing. A smile crossed his face, it seemed that Kamiya Kaoru had a new life, and a new life meant new relationships. Ever since he became sane again, his mind had often wandered to Kaoru, she was the only face he could never forget. He truly hoped, that Kaoru would accept him, eventually, he would tell her of the past, and he prayed to Kami that she would forgive him. Either way, now that he's seen her again, he would continue watching and protecting, whether it was up close, or from afar, depended on Kaoru
~TBC!
^-^; I hope that this chapter successfully surprised all you readers, if not, well. hopefully you enjoyed it. That's all I really ask for, your support, and knowledge that you enjoyed my work. Please be patient, Kenshin and Ketsa will make an appearance in this story soon, I haven't forgotten them.
Don't forget to vote!!!!
~Falconess
It was one of those perfect days, you know, the kind you find in fairytales. The days before seemed to fly by in a blur. Yahiko stood in front of the cottage, his bokkon piercing through the air. "Ichi, Ni, San, Shi" And with each number, he brought the weapon down onto his imaginary opponents head. He continued until he reached 100 swings.
Off to the side, under the shadow of some tree's sat Mishimaro and Kaoru. A white bandage was wrapped around Kaoru's eyes. It was moist and a bit sticky, a salve having been rubbed into it. This forced Kaoru to keep her eyes closed, preventing them from being to stressed to heal properly. With the loss of her sight, her hearing had increased. So that's what she did in her spare time, listen. Right now, Mishimaro was teaching her how to make certain antidotes. She was learning to identify them by smell, and shape. The two had quickly become friends, or rather, family. Mishi soon became like a twin brother to her. Though Kaoru couldn't remember her former beliefs, it didn't take long for her to develop them again. She picked up her old ideals, quickly, and personality never changed. She couldn't be any happier, especially since Mishi had the exact same morals.
The two really were like twins, in ideals and beliefs. Soon they found that they even had similar habits. The only true difference was their genders, looks, and personality. Kaoru tended to be a bit more aggressive when angry, while Mishi tended to be subtler in his punishments, preferring to let his prey broad before pouncing. Their prey just happened to be Yahiko, who seemed to enjoy frustrating them both. One of the prankster's escapades had them locked in a closet together
Yahiko finished his practice, and wiped the sweat that had developed on his forehead off. His glance wandered to his friends, a small smile on his lips. In his eyes, they were the only important people in the world.
Actually, they did look like a cute couple. The tiny wheels in his head started to turn, as he plotted plans for their future. Kaoru and Mishi really did like each other, however, Yahiko doesn't seem to understand the difference between sibling liking, and soul connecting affection. In his eyes, love was love; there was only a difference if you were of the same blood, and the age gap was way to big. After all, when he first started living in the dojo, he wouldn't have minded at all if he grew up to marry Kaoru. However, he knew he was much to young for her; he still liked to think of them as having a love-hate relationship though.
Of course, his mind concluded, Kaoru and Mishi didn't have any blood connecting them, and they certainly were the right ages, after all, Mishi was only half a year older. They seemed to be comfortable with each other and friendly. A soft breathe left his lips as he sighed, that work out did him good. It wasn't the same though, there was no loud instructions coming from his sensei. No busu chasing him around. Taking weary steps, he made his way over to his friends, and plopped down next to Kaoru.
He was very surprised to see that Kamiya wasn't startled about his sudden appearance at all. It seemed that she was getting better at sensing others. Mishimaro had decided to give her lessons on sensing ki's. Ever since then, her senses seemed to have soared, making up for her lost eyesight. She could even read, tracing the ink markings, since they made a barely felt groove into the rough paper. She didn't develop this sensitive touch until recently. The time of the day could be felt in the air, the temperature, and sun giving it away.
A month went by, and Kaoru was able to move around by herself. She had memorized the lay out of the cottage. Currently she was in the kitchen, with Mishi by her side. Yahiko had gone out to the village to get some tofu. A flash of silver glinted as she brought down the knife onto a stalk of bamboo. Cutting it into tiny slices, she used her fingers as a guide for the knife, making sure that her fingertips were parallel to the blade, so as to not cute them off. Gathering the bits and pieces into a small pile, she turned her head to where she knew Mishi would be. "Alright.. I'm done! What do I do now, Mishi?" By now, the bandage had been taken off, and she could see a faint outline of objects. Everything was fuzzy though, as if a cloud of smoke was blocking her vision.
Mishi smiled faintly at her. She had learned quickly, her senses had heightened tremendously. Once she got her full vision back, and learned to fight, she could be unstoppable. In a year, he wished to leave to travel the world again, and he was hoping to bring his friends along. Knowing that Kaoru could protect herself put him at ease, and made his wish closer everyday. He already knew whom he would get to teach Kaoru the art of swords. The man he had in mind had taught him as well. The man was an old friend of his, and would soon be coming to visit in 3 weeks. He had gotten the letter yesterday. Finally, he stopped letting his mind wander, and snapped back into reality. He was supposed to be teaching Kaoru how to cook, since she can't quite remember how. However, according to Yahiko, she didn't know how to in the first place. Therefore, he continued the lessons. Teaching Kaoru was fun, it brought them closer together
Yahiko rode happily through the fields. He was nearing the village. Already, he could see the faint outlines of the small huts and stalls. His throat slightly rumbled, a small tune erupting in a hum. It was a bit off pitch, but no one was around to really care. The song was an old one, the same song that he had heard as a baby and when he was younger. It was the tune that his mother had sung for him to go to sleep. Few people knew it, and one of the last few was himself, and Kaoru. She to had heard it as a child; it was the only thing she remembered about her real mother. Well, she had known it, not anymore though. No matter, Yahiko would sing it to her one day, so that she could pass it on to her children. He knew that Kaoru would be a wonderful mother, she already was for him. Buying the tofu at the nearest stall, after he had entered the village, he began to make his way home, a grin on his face, knowing that his friends were there, alone. Thinking of them together, his mind drifted to his own love life. Wait, he thought bitterly, what love life? The girl of his dreams was in Tokyo, Tsubame. So frantic in saving Kaoru, he forgot to bid his crush goodbye.
Just thinking about Tsubame made his heart ache. A sea of water separated them, an entire culture made them different from each other now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, thought Yahiko. One day, they would return to Tokyo, then, he'd send a letter to Tsubame, and apologize. She must be worried sick right now. Nevertheless, he would never return to Tokyo. There was no way he would take even the slimmest chances of meeting the old Kenshin group again.
Weeks flew by quickly, and during that time, Kaoru's vision steadily improved, in fact, it was better then it had originally been. With all the rest and healing time, it made her vision perfect, maybe even more.
The three sat around the table, eating a delicious meal, provided by Kaoru. She had caught on to the skills of cooking quickly. It was much better than it was in the past, when no one was there to teach her. Yahiko listened to Mishi as his friend told him about their soon to be arriving guest. The mysterious person was to be expected in a few hours. By now, Yahiko was curious as to who the man was. Mishi had told them tales about the man, and from what he heard, the stranger was a very skilled swordsman. To his and Kaoru's frustrations though, Mishi refused to state the man's name. It was his belief that a name shouldn't be given, until the person had introduced him or herself.
A few hours later, Kaoru was found in the front of the cottage, trying to practice with the bokkon. The problem was, she never actually held one, well, at least she didn't remember holding one. The instinct to hold it seemed to come naturally. Giving a practice swing, she let her imagination go wild. The fight began; she'd thrust, sliced. Her imaginary opponent just wouldn't give in! A cough interrupted her little playtime. Her head jerked to look in the direction it came from. She had been so caught up in her act, that she had lowered her other senses. Cheeks heated up, into a fine rosy color. She held onto the bokkon a bit loosely now, and cautiously approached the intruder. Her face lit with a blush the entire time. It soon became a deeper color though, at the man's comment.
"You were leaving yourself open. That's weak of you.. Kamiya" A smirk graced his lips, and a well-toned and muscular hand came up to block the bokkon that was coming down at his head. His arm was bent at a perfect angle, 45 degree's, to protect his head. As the wood stuck the guard, his hand opened and turned, grasping the wood in his hand. The free arm came up, and fingers clenched the wood as well, placed next to their brother fingers. With a simple twist and jerk, the bokkon flew out of the girl's hand, and she fell forward.
Kaoru was caught off guard as he tugged the bokkon out of her hands. The movement had caused her to be pulled forward as well. Her balance was lost in a millisecond, and she soon found herself caught in the arms of the white haired man before her. Once again, her face was red. Humiliation written all over her. Her hands were against his chest, and she was leaning into him, her cheek against a nicely toned chest. She could feel the strength underneath the fabric of his shirt.
The man's arms instinctively wrapped around Kaoru's small body. Steadying her so that she wouldn't hurt herself. He had not meant for her to trip. Though it amused him to no end. A hand moved from her shoulders to push up on the bridge of his glasses, so that they wouldn't fall off the tip of his nose. His wild white hair dangled loosely, not long enough to be put into a ponytail, though not quite called short either. (AN: heehee.. can you guess who he is?)
This was the position that Yahiko found them in. He was coming out to check on Kaoru. Of course, the site startled him. He stopped in his tracks, body stiffening. The warm sun suddenly felt cold and freezing. His eyes lit ablaze in fiery anger. He could only utter one word, which came out as a snarl. "YOU!" His voice had drawn Mishi's attention, and the elder came to the door, placing his hands on Yahiko's shoulders firmly. Thus preventing Yahiko from launching himself at the guest.
"I see you've met our visit Kaoru, intrusting, I didn't expect you to become so good of friends so fast, Kaoru" That comment earned Mishi glares as cold as winter nights by the other three. This didn't faze him at all though, it only caused him to laugh. Composing himself, he introduced the man, not knowing that everyone already knew each other, well, Kaoru didn't. "This is an old friend, he's going to be your sword trainer Kaoru, Yahiko, meet Enishi-san"
Yahiko sent the guest an icy glare, capable of freezing a furnace into a freezer, yet able to melt the North Pole as well. Enishi was not one of the people on his list to meet again in his lifetime. Just his luck, here the man was. He obviously wasn't phased by Yahiko's look, which only added to the boys anger. The anger soon began to ebb away however, as Yahiko and Enishi locked gazes. It was as if a silent agreement had been made. The younger could tell by looking into his eyes that he truly regretted their past. Everyone there, had started a new life, the past left behind, for the better.
It didn't take long for Enishi to figure out that Kaoru had amnesia, the fact that his name didn't faze her gave it all away. In normal circumstances, his name would've sent her in either a shiver of painful memories, or a scream in angry frenzy. However, none of those occurred. It was for the best that she didn't remember their past though. Now that he was sane, he didn't really know how he could've mistaken Kaoru for his sister. After all, his sister was nowhere near as beautiful as Kaoru, nor as amusing. A smile crossed his face, it seemed that Kamiya Kaoru had a new life, and a new life meant new relationships. Ever since he became sane again, his mind had often wandered to Kaoru, she was the only face he could never forget. He truly hoped, that Kaoru would accept him, eventually, he would tell her of the past, and he prayed to Kami that she would forgive him. Either way, now that he's seen her again, he would continue watching and protecting, whether it was up close, or from afar, depended on Kaoru
~TBC!
^-^; I hope that this chapter successfully surprised all you readers, if not, well. hopefully you enjoyed it. That's all I really ask for, your support, and knowledge that you enjoyed my work. Please be patient, Kenshin and Ketsa will make an appearance in this story soon, I haven't forgotten them.
Don't forget to vote!!!!
~Falconess