Chapter 8-Strange Names
Disclaimer - Yep, same as always, I'm poor even poorer than when I started this story so don't sue me and take my money!
A/N: Yeah I know it's been beyond a month of Sundays since I've updated (stupid writers block) bbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuttttttt I am know free from the confines of School and free to write more so may I introduce the 8th installment of Spies in the Shadows
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Kaoru could feel tears sting her eyes as she watched Misao's body twitch at Megumi's gentle probing.
When Misao hissed in pain, Kaoru would hiss in pain. When Misao winced, Kaoru would wince. Misao's shot wound was her shot wound, only she wasn't bleeding for it.
Kaoru had never been shot before and by looking at Misao she hoped she never would be. She heard Misao moan miserably. And so did she.
Kaoru sat in the dirty little garage, in her designer vintage dress, unscarred and unmarred from the nights events, while Misao lay torn and dissected on a less than sanitary wooden table, when she should've been in a hospital.
Kaoru was seething with guilt and self-disgust.
While Misao was getting shot at and run over, she was dancing the night away with the first man she ever dared to call her prince charming. It made Kaoru sick to no end.
But Kaoru couldn't help but hope that she would meet him again
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Kenshin sat tiredly at the café table, waiting for Aoshi to arrive and maybe even Sano would grace them with his presence. He buried his fingers in his red tresses trying to shake the image of the girl. His heart was laden with guilt at just thinking how captivating she was. He felt sick with disgust at himself for longing for the blue eyed woman while the scent of White plum blossoms still hung in the air of his apartment. What made Kenshin even more outraged at himself was that he knew in his heart that he would give anything to meet that girl again.
~Flashback~
Kenshin walked out of the dark rave into the illuminated glow of the marble ballroom, he had to be careful about making his attendance known at this soirée, for the former Hitokiri would be easily spotted if looked for, but this is what Kenshin hoped against. Luckily enough after a few minutes of searching the Battousai found a concealed spot to observe the party but be unobserved himself.
He kept track of all the faces that walked through the front door, from across the strobing lights. Kenshin sat patiently for any sign of "illegal" activity other than the blatant abuse of drugs, sex and booze and almost thought that maybe, just maybe Yukishiro had nothing to do with Shishio Makoto. That was until through the entrance walked in Sadojima Houji followed by Seta Soujirou, Shishio's young protégé that had not been seen since Shishio's arrest.
Kenshin sat quite still, taking in every move that both men made. Soon Enishi himself was on the scene, leading the two VIPs to a secluded corner to talk, but before the small conference could begin an even more interesting player came on stage. One that Kenshin had not expected. Kogara Firu, son of the alleged Yakuza boss. It seemed that Kogara was now trying to take part in his father's work. Which meant good news for Yukishiro but bad news for everyone else. But as Kenshin watched closely at the man he found that it was not Kogara Firu at all, but someone all too familiar.SANO!
"Well, well it looks like Sagara did manage to grace us with his presence after all." Aoshi's cool voiced buzzed over the com-link.
"It's look like our job just got easier." Kenshin muttered back, rather proud of his friend's nearly flawless impression of the idiotic mob son, the only give away was Sano's warm and friendly brown eyes, ones that Kogaru Firu would never possess. It was then that Kenshin finally took notice of the two rather lovely girls hanging off of Sano's arms, but it was the one in the sequined midnight blue gown that truly shined out. Kenshin almost had trouble believing she was an "escort", which most of the woman at the party were, but there was something about the way she held herself that was to energetic and innocent for her to be a working girl.
While Kenshin was preoccupied gawking at this somehow familiar girl, Sano had disappeared with Yukishiro. Although Kenshin berated himself for not paying closer attention to the man in suspect, he knew Sano had a good handle on things. So the red haired assassin returned to admiring Sano's escort. He watched as she giggled with the other escort and split up, the girl in question heading straight for him. All during this Kenshin couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about this woman. He was about to disregard the notion as paranoia from too much of his lifestyle, but was stopped short. For a thousand words were said in her one simple action. She had slid her hand to her ear nonchalantly, and he could make out tiny syllables being formed every so softly on her lips. To the untrained eye this would only look like a girl fixing her earring but to Kenshin it was a tell-tale sign of a someone wearing a wire. Two questions immediately came to Kenshin's mind, one being, did Sano know this girl was wearing a wire and two, why was she wearing a wire in the first place? Himura decided to make his move, not wanting to leave anything to chance. He slowly left his shady hideaway and stalked over towards her, slowly letting the persona of his assassin self bleed over into control.
"Good evening miss." He said ever so smoothly, catching her attention. She spun a round gracefully, but was most definitely caught unawares. Her big blue eyes displayed this so prominently, with such beauty that for a moment Kenshin believed he was the one surprised. She smiled warmly, and through her ki he could tell that she was now putting up a shield from him. 'She definitely has something to hide' He thought darkly.
"Oh good evening sir! I'm afraid you gave me a bit start." She chimed, to the ears her speech sounded like she had been this polite all her life, but her ki wavered telling Kenshin otherwise.
"Well miss, I'm truly sorry if I caused you any harm, but I felt it necessary that I come and ask for a dance before anyone gets a chance." He could see a pink haze rise into her cheeks. It nearly took his breath away how lovely she could be in such a simple act.
"I would be honored to dance you Mr." She said looking deep into his eyes searching for anything to call him. Kenshin felt at that second he would've let her call him anything.
"Himura" Kenshin knew to be guarded about giving out his name, for it was well known and as much as Kenshin couldn't bring himself to believe it, this woman may be a black widow in disguise.
"Just Himura eh?" She smiled coyly " I think I can live with that." Unnoticed to both of them, they had found themselves now dancing slowly on the dance floor.
"And your name miss, if you would be so kind as to grace this unworthy one with it." She giggled at this statement; Kenshin had to bottle a trademark oro from spewing out in reaction to her beautiful laugh.
"It's Fujiko." Of course this was a blatant lie and both of them knew it. They danced in silence after that. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, far from it, Kenshin found it much too comfortable. He found himself completely at ease with this woman even though he was in a room full of his enemies. He watched from the corner of his eye the other of Sano's ladies walk head long into the ballroom not even glancing at "Fujiko" once, it seemed almost purposefully, so therefore it was.
"Looks like your friend's in a hurry." Fujiko's ki immediately spiked at the comment and she peered over his shoulder in the direction of her associate.
"Oh so she is." She replied feigning naivety.
"Why do you suppose she's in such a rush?" Kenshin pushed at his dancing partner for more info.
"I'm not quite sure, you never really are with her." She replied innocently. Kenshin continued his concealed interrogation unsatisfied with her answers.
"She looked like she was off to some where important-"
But before Kenshin finished his disguised interrogation, a buzzing was being emitted from Fujiko's ear. She tried not to wince in pain, as the static must have been loud in her ear if Kenshin could hear it. Once the buzz ended Kenshin's dancing partner realized that this glitch in technology had just cost her her cover. She immediately recoiled from him to make her getaway but Kenshin had already secured his grip around her slim wrist. As she flailed futilely in his clutch, Kenshin took the opportunity to remove her wire. He inspected the piece as Fujiko stopped her struggle and watched helplessly in horror.
"Looks like you have some explaining to do Fujiko-dono, if that's even your real name." He said in bemusement.
"I'll scream." She threatened from behind gritted teeth.
"Sessha would advise against that. Yukishiro Enishi is a cautious man, he will find out who you really are and will hunt you down to the ends of the earth to destroy you and your family." At the thought of her family possibly being harmed, the girl ultimately relented.
"What do you want from me?" She muttered in defeat, guilt clearly reflected in her eyes. It was obvious to Kenshin that she felt she must have blown the entire operation.
"All I want is one dance and your real name." He told her. Kenshin knew very well that he should have interrogated her, but he was honestly incredibly sick of playing bad cop with everyone. He had done that too much in the past.
"Alright" She said moving in a little closer, eyes locked on his, "The name is Ka-" but before she could tell him the pounding stomps and shouts of men cut through the soft violin melodies. Both Kenshin and the girl's eyes went straight to the kicked in door where the guards were running into. Kenshin watched as 'Fujiko's eyes widened in horror. Smoke and cries of stunned men came from the room. Then flashes of lights and the cracking sounds of gunshots followed them. Over the panicked screams of the partygoers the girl had cried out the name Misao. Her eyes dancing with anguish, Kenshin felt compelled to save her.
"Come on." He said gruffly while grabbing her hand. "But Misao-" She sobbed, stubbornly refusing to move at his demand.
"There's nothing we can do, but we have to get you out now."
"I'm not going without her!" The girl screamed back at Kenshin, her loyalty to her friend was very evident. Kenshin was at an impasse, the girl refused to leave and Kenshin refused to leave her. He didn't know why he could leave her there in all the pandemonium, hell for all he knew she could be an enemy, but that was a risk he was willing to take.
Then there was a crackle from his hand, it was Fujiko's ear piece. There was an alarmed crying out, "Misao? Misao are you there?"
"I'm here! I was shot in the shoulder. I still have the discs. I don't think I can climb back up to the bathroom. What should I do?" By That time Kenshin had shoved the wire back into his pocket and grabbed Fujiko's hand with quick force and began pulling her along.
"Didn't you hear me," She roared to him as he guided her through the crowd, " I'm not going until I know my partner is okay!"
"She's fine! She got shot in the shoulder but she sounds okay." Kenshin yelled back, lobbing the ear-radio back to the girl who immediately held it to her ear. She smiled as tears where being barely held back in her eyes.
"Alright" She said nodding at Kenshin as she ran closer up too him.
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The escaped with relative ease in the end, slipping out through one of the doorways in the back kitchens which were extravagant to say the least. Their parting words were short but kind, with "thank you"s and " I owe you one"s from Fujiko.
And then, sitting at that little Café Ole table and in that grubby little garage both realized something.
~*~*~
"I never found out her name"
~*~*~
"I never told him my name"
TBC
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Okay that was a pure KxK filler chapter (pretty weak chapter eh?) but you guys wanted to know what happened to Kaoru and Kenshin and you got it!
Next on the menu: Sano has to explain to the boys about him being at the party Fun with Computer viruses Aoshi trying to prove to himself that Misao is safe and sound in Kyoto Kenshin trying to find Kaoru
Well okey dokey that's it Review it's good Karma!
Til' Next Time
Disclaimer - Yep, same as always, I'm poor even poorer than when I started this story so don't sue me and take my money!
A/N: Yeah I know it's been beyond a month of Sundays since I've updated (stupid writers block) bbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuttttttt I am know free from the confines of School and free to write more so may I introduce the 8th installment of Spies in the Shadows
~*~*~
Kaoru could feel tears sting her eyes as she watched Misao's body twitch at Megumi's gentle probing.
When Misao hissed in pain, Kaoru would hiss in pain. When Misao winced, Kaoru would wince. Misao's shot wound was her shot wound, only she wasn't bleeding for it.
Kaoru had never been shot before and by looking at Misao she hoped she never would be. She heard Misao moan miserably. And so did she.
Kaoru sat in the dirty little garage, in her designer vintage dress, unscarred and unmarred from the nights events, while Misao lay torn and dissected on a less than sanitary wooden table, when she should've been in a hospital.
Kaoru was seething with guilt and self-disgust.
While Misao was getting shot at and run over, she was dancing the night away with the first man she ever dared to call her prince charming. It made Kaoru sick to no end.
But Kaoru couldn't help but hope that she would meet him again
~*~*~
Kenshin sat tiredly at the café table, waiting for Aoshi to arrive and maybe even Sano would grace them with his presence. He buried his fingers in his red tresses trying to shake the image of the girl. His heart was laden with guilt at just thinking how captivating she was. He felt sick with disgust at himself for longing for the blue eyed woman while the scent of White plum blossoms still hung in the air of his apartment. What made Kenshin even more outraged at himself was that he knew in his heart that he would give anything to meet that girl again.
~Flashback~
Kenshin walked out of the dark rave into the illuminated glow of the marble ballroom, he had to be careful about making his attendance known at this soirée, for the former Hitokiri would be easily spotted if looked for, but this is what Kenshin hoped against. Luckily enough after a few minutes of searching the Battousai found a concealed spot to observe the party but be unobserved himself.
He kept track of all the faces that walked through the front door, from across the strobing lights. Kenshin sat patiently for any sign of "illegal" activity other than the blatant abuse of drugs, sex and booze and almost thought that maybe, just maybe Yukishiro had nothing to do with Shishio Makoto. That was until through the entrance walked in Sadojima Houji followed by Seta Soujirou, Shishio's young protégé that had not been seen since Shishio's arrest.
Kenshin sat quite still, taking in every move that both men made. Soon Enishi himself was on the scene, leading the two VIPs to a secluded corner to talk, but before the small conference could begin an even more interesting player came on stage. One that Kenshin had not expected. Kogara Firu, son of the alleged Yakuza boss. It seemed that Kogara was now trying to take part in his father's work. Which meant good news for Yukishiro but bad news for everyone else. But as Kenshin watched closely at the man he found that it was not Kogara Firu at all, but someone all too familiar.SANO!
"Well, well it looks like Sagara did manage to grace us with his presence after all." Aoshi's cool voiced buzzed over the com-link.
"It's look like our job just got easier." Kenshin muttered back, rather proud of his friend's nearly flawless impression of the idiotic mob son, the only give away was Sano's warm and friendly brown eyes, ones that Kogaru Firu would never possess. It was then that Kenshin finally took notice of the two rather lovely girls hanging off of Sano's arms, but it was the one in the sequined midnight blue gown that truly shined out. Kenshin almost had trouble believing she was an "escort", which most of the woman at the party were, but there was something about the way she held herself that was to energetic and innocent for her to be a working girl.
While Kenshin was preoccupied gawking at this somehow familiar girl, Sano had disappeared with Yukishiro. Although Kenshin berated himself for not paying closer attention to the man in suspect, he knew Sano had a good handle on things. So the red haired assassin returned to admiring Sano's escort. He watched as she giggled with the other escort and split up, the girl in question heading straight for him. All during this Kenshin couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about this woman. He was about to disregard the notion as paranoia from too much of his lifestyle, but was stopped short. For a thousand words were said in her one simple action. She had slid her hand to her ear nonchalantly, and he could make out tiny syllables being formed every so softly on her lips. To the untrained eye this would only look like a girl fixing her earring but to Kenshin it was a tell-tale sign of a someone wearing a wire. Two questions immediately came to Kenshin's mind, one being, did Sano know this girl was wearing a wire and two, why was she wearing a wire in the first place? Himura decided to make his move, not wanting to leave anything to chance. He slowly left his shady hideaway and stalked over towards her, slowly letting the persona of his assassin self bleed over into control.
"Good evening miss." He said ever so smoothly, catching her attention. She spun a round gracefully, but was most definitely caught unawares. Her big blue eyes displayed this so prominently, with such beauty that for a moment Kenshin believed he was the one surprised. She smiled warmly, and through her ki he could tell that she was now putting up a shield from him. 'She definitely has something to hide' He thought darkly.
"Oh good evening sir! I'm afraid you gave me a bit start." She chimed, to the ears her speech sounded like she had been this polite all her life, but her ki wavered telling Kenshin otherwise.
"Well miss, I'm truly sorry if I caused you any harm, but I felt it necessary that I come and ask for a dance before anyone gets a chance." He could see a pink haze rise into her cheeks. It nearly took his breath away how lovely she could be in such a simple act.
"I would be honored to dance you Mr." She said looking deep into his eyes searching for anything to call him. Kenshin felt at that second he would've let her call him anything.
"Himura" Kenshin knew to be guarded about giving out his name, for it was well known and as much as Kenshin couldn't bring himself to believe it, this woman may be a black widow in disguise.
"Just Himura eh?" She smiled coyly " I think I can live with that." Unnoticed to both of them, they had found themselves now dancing slowly on the dance floor.
"And your name miss, if you would be so kind as to grace this unworthy one with it." She giggled at this statement; Kenshin had to bottle a trademark oro from spewing out in reaction to her beautiful laugh.
"It's Fujiko." Of course this was a blatant lie and both of them knew it. They danced in silence after that. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, far from it, Kenshin found it much too comfortable. He found himself completely at ease with this woman even though he was in a room full of his enemies. He watched from the corner of his eye the other of Sano's ladies walk head long into the ballroom not even glancing at "Fujiko" once, it seemed almost purposefully, so therefore it was.
"Looks like your friend's in a hurry." Fujiko's ki immediately spiked at the comment and she peered over his shoulder in the direction of her associate.
"Oh so she is." She replied feigning naivety.
"Why do you suppose she's in such a rush?" Kenshin pushed at his dancing partner for more info.
"I'm not quite sure, you never really are with her." She replied innocently. Kenshin continued his concealed interrogation unsatisfied with her answers.
"She looked like she was off to some where important-"
But before Kenshin finished his disguised interrogation, a buzzing was being emitted from Fujiko's ear. She tried not to wince in pain, as the static must have been loud in her ear if Kenshin could hear it. Once the buzz ended Kenshin's dancing partner realized that this glitch in technology had just cost her her cover. She immediately recoiled from him to make her getaway but Kenshin had already secured his grip around her slim wrist. As she flailed futilely in his clutch, Kenshin took the opportunity to remove her wire. He inspected the piece as Fujiko stopped her struggle and watched helplessly in horror.
"Looks like you have some explaining to do Fujiko-dono, if that's even your real name." He said in bemusement.
"I'll scream." She threatened from behind gritted teeth.
"Sessha would advise against that. Yukishiro Enishi is a cautious man, he will find out who you really are and will hunt you down to the ends of the earth to destroy you and your family." At the thought of her family possibly being harmed, the girl ultimately relented.
"What do you want from me?" She muttered in defeat, guilt clearly reflected in her eyes. It was obvious to Kenshin that she felt she must have blown the entire operation.
"All I want is one dance and your real name." He told her. Kenshin knew very well that he should have interrogated her, but he was honestly incredibly sick of playing bad cop with everyone. He had done that too much in the past.
"Alright" She said moving in a little closer, eyes locked on his, "The name is Ka-" but before she could tell him the pounding stomps and shouts of men cut through the soft violin melodies. Both Kenshin and the girl's eyes went straight to the kicked in door where the guards were running into. Kenshin watched as 'Fujiko's eyes widened in horror. Smoke and cries of stunned men came from the room. Then flashes of lights and the cracking sounds of gunshots followed them. Over the panicked screams of the partygoers the girl had cried out the name Misao. Her eyes dancing with anguish, Kenshin felt compelled to save her.
"Come on." He said gruffly while grabbing her hand. "But Misao-" She sobbed, stubbornly refusing to move at his demand.
"There's nothing we can do, but we have to get you out now."
"I'm not going without her!" The girl screamed back at Kenshin, her loyalty to her friend was very evident. Kenshin was at an impasse, the girl refused to leave and Kenshin refused to leave her. He didn't know why he could leave her there in all the pandemonium, hell for all he knew she could be an enemy, but that was a risk he was willing to take.
Then there was a crackle from his hand, it was Fujiko's ear piece. There was an alarmed crying out, "Misao? Misao are you there?"
"I'm here! I was shot in the shoulder. I still have the discs. I don't think I can climb back up to the bathroom. What should I do?" By That time Kenshin had shoved the wire back into his pocket and grabbed Fujiko's hand with quick force and began pulling her along.
"Didn't you hear me," She roared to him as he guided her through the crowd, " I'm not going until I know my partner is okay!"
"She's fine! She got shot in the shoulder but she sounds okay." Kenshin yelled back, lobbing the ear-radio back to the girl who immediately held it to her ear. She smiled as tears where being barely held back in her eyes.
"Alright" She said nodding at Kenshin as she ran closer up too him.
~*~*~
The escaped with relative ease in the end, slipping out through one of the doorways in the back kitchens which were extravagant to say the least. Their parting words were short but kind, with "thank you"s and " I owe you one"s from Fujiko.
And then, sitting at that little Café Ole table and in that grubby little garage both realized something.
~*~*~
"I never found out her name"
~*~*~
"I never told him my name"
TBC
~*~*~
Okay that was a pure KxK filler chapter (pretty weak chapter eh?) but you guys wanted to know what happened to Kaoru and Kenshin and you got it!
Next on the menu: Sano has to explain to the boys about him being at the party Fun with Computer viruses Aoshi trying to prove to himself that Misao is safe and sound in Kyoto Kenshin trying to find Kaoru
Well okey dokey that's it Review it's good Karma!
Til' Next Time