Breezy Dawn
Chapter One Begin
Rolling fields of flowers with the predawn sky. Grassy plains with random trees. All were orange from the rising sun. Him, right at my side with a ever-present grin on his face. I sighed, grabbing his hand and lacing my tiny fingers through his sword-calloused ones. Both of us contented with one an other's company. I leaned my head on his shoulder, breathing in his sweet scent of laundry soap, mingled with the smell of leaves. My eyes closed, and my nose inhaled the sweet scents. The sensations that went through my nose filled me with more contentment; it was so quiet...peaceful...
"Kaoru..." he trailed of his lips curving down slightly.
His red hair framed his face and his lavender eyes sparkled happily. I opened an eye, looking to his tanned face. Smiling wide the whole time.
"Yes," I merely whispered.
It was like the slightest sound would ruin this moment.
He looked at me, lips pursed eyes half-lidded. I looked back my eyes full of shock and astonishment. Leaning in, he stopped midways before he was to capture my lips. In an instant he pulled back, a lop-sided grin tugging at his lips. I didn't move, I couldn't speak nor move my body. So it was to stay in the same spot, head on his shoulder, eyes half-lidded with a silly grin on my face.
"Wake up!" He yelled of a sudden.
I jolted up my face burning with red fury. My azure eyes were as wide as the sun. I looked to my left; a window. The noon light made me squint and I quickly turned my head to the right to find a toppled over Yahiko. His was laughing his brains out. Why?!
Then it hit me. I must've been dream talking again.
"Yes oh, Kenshin kiss me! HAHA!" Yahiko mocked Kaoru.
"YAHIKO GET OUT!!!" I yelled, my fury temper seeping to the surface.
This made Yahiko laugh harder. Tears were coming out of his brown eyes. I stood up, face red, hand clenched in a fist.
Yahiko stood, his back facing me. I eyed him curiously as he hugged his arms around his body, hands rubbing up and down his yellow gi. Kissing noises escaped his mouth and he was moaning. My face must've turned to a tomato because the next thing that Yahiko said was ouch. A thump was music to my ears. I smiled at my achievement of shutting up the annoying little twerp. I had coaxed him out of my room so I could get ready for his practice session. Oh, boy was he going to have it hard for that little stunt he just pulled.
Smirking, I put my yukata in the dirty clothes pile in the corner of my room and snatched a random white gi, a baggy sword-playing shirt, from the clothes wrack that was right by the shoji, sliding paper door. I plopped down on my futon, sleeping bag like bed, and found the bandages I used to bind my chest. Grabbing them, I untied the white string which kept them together. Soon they were unraveled and tied tightly around my small chest. My hands made sure everything was secure so that the none of the white bindings wouldn't come loose. The gi was slid over my shoulders in an instant. Then I grabbed my brush and my favorite indigo ribbon. Quickly, I brushed my hair and tied it in a neat high ponytail. Reaching for the random navy hakama, sword-playing pants, I slipped the skirt-like pants on my legs, tucked in my gi ,and tied the cloth belt, setting out to the dining area to locate Kenshin. He was the one I was dreaming over.
The mysterious red head whom saved me from the clutches of Gohei Himura, a man bent on taking over my father's dojo and me. He wanted me to serve as some kind of play thing . I scoffed at the idea, sliding my bare foot along the floor. Who would be so juvenile to do such a thing to a girl like me?! I frowned and picked up random leaves that must've blown in from the outside. Kenshin was different though. He is the most kindest and gentlest man I've ever seen. His red hair with a crossed shaped scar adorning his left cheek, his ideals as a ronin, wanding samurai, and the symbolic reverse-blade sword, that hangs from his waist, all perfect. Everything about him was. Kenshin also loves my ideals of the sword. He says they are true to one whom hasn't killed nor caused bloodshed of a fellow human being. My mouth frowned more when I thought of this. His way of life, in this present day, is to atone for his past sins. No matter how hard he trays his past of the Hitokiri Battousi, sword-bearing master assassin, will always face him. Tomoe his reason for his present day gentleness and his grin. Yes, I now of Tomoe. Kenshin's first love, the lucky women who stole his heart at his meager age of eighteen, the one who found a peace in the Battousi side of this man. Kenshin lives for her every day. He lives for her and is always reminded of her when he looks at his reflection and sees that cross scar. Millions of tears are wanted to be shed from that man, though it is too hard for him . So he just grins, in hope to cover that sadness.
In all my thinking, I had randomly walked into the kitchen, my eyes still in their dazed state. It took a couple a calls from the man, whom I was thinking of, to get me back to reality. My eyes wandered to the low set table with Yahiko seated at the side that faced the shoji that led to the courtyard. I chuckled when I saw Yahiko rubbing a few swelling bumps I gave him when I coaxed him out of my room, which was about thirty minutes ago. Sano was beside Yahiko. A fish bone hanging out of his mouth and his brown eyes were sat on Yahiko.
Kenshin was setting the tray on the table. He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and sat in my seat beside him. His hands were wrapped in bandages, which was quite unusual. Wondering if he was okay I grabbed his hand, stopping him from serving the food. He looked at me quizzically while Sano and Yahiko took this chance and got all the food. Looking to him, another frown claiming my soft lips as I examined his bandaged hand. Blood stains were found on the inside of it. I looked up at him, worry catching my stomach.
He answered my unasked question.
"We'll talk about it later, that we will. Now lets eat." He whispered in my ear.
I let go of his hand and he nodded, his grin coming back to his face. Sitting there beside him, not bothering to touch the food that he gave me, I waited for him to finish so we could talk. The whole time my eyes lingering on his hands. Yahiko took my food since I wasn't eating. He and Sanosuke fought over the last rice ball. Kenshin smiled and looked over at me. His lavender eyes looking at my plates and bowls.
"Miss Kaoru you haven't ate, that you haven't. Yahiko has taken all your food, that he has."Kenshin said, smiling to me.
I smiled back and shook my head.
"I'm not hungry Kenshin. I'll just wait for you to finish," I murmured.
To my dismay, my stomach growled. I mumbled a few words and Kenshnin just chuckled and grabbed the rice ball the two others were fighting over. They had plenty so it wouldn't bother to spare one rice ball to me. I smiled when Yahiko and Sano glared daggers at Kenshin. He just sat back down, smiling, giving that rice ball to me. I shook my head, but he insisted. So I grabbed it and gulped it down in about three big bites.
"That was mine, ugly!" Yahiko yelled.
Sano used his grubby hands to hold Yahiko by his collar and shook him.
"That was my rice ball!" Sano yelled back.
Yahiko and Sano got into a big fight. Kenshin grabbed my hand and led me back to his shoji. He opened it for me and put his hand out like a gentleman. I smiled, taking the invite, walking into his neat room. It was dark. A blind covered his window. Futon folded neatly in the corner. His pale blue yukata hung very neatly on the clothes wrack the was located by his shoji. Books and papers littered a small low-set table in the other corner. Kenshin walked past me and opened the blind to let the light fill his room. Everything smelled like soap. It was quite inviting. I watched him as he sat down on a tatami mat, legs tucked under him, eyes fixed to his hands. I walked to him and placed my tiny hand on his trained shoulder. He gazed up at me and smiled.
"Please sit," He offered.
I took it and sat in the spot in front of him, watching as he unraveled the bandages to show me his wound. My hand cautiously touched his. Seven marks around his whole hand from a sword.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Another enemy seeking revenge from the Battousi," He solemnly said, rewrapping his hand.
Another way his past'll never go away...I gripped my hakama with fist of anger. Why doesn't every one leave this man alone?! He is peaceful. He doesn't want to fight. All he wants is a normal life. It's a life I'm trying to give to him.
"Oh, Kenshin..."I trailed off, tears starting to well up.
I don't normally cry. It seems I've done it more since Kenshin has arrived at my dojo. I felt his hand pulled my face up slowly.
"Miss Kaoru please don't cry. I am promising you that I will never get hurt in a battle again, that I do," He whispered, pulling my face up to level with his.
"Kenshin just promise me not to ever get killed in a battle. I just can't see why some one would want to ruin this life you've worked so hard for. Why do they want to keep reminding of your past?" I inquired.
Tears fell freely down to the floor, and when they landed they shattered like glass.
"I promise..."He whispered.
He helped me stand and guided me to his shoji. We stood, facing each other. All that kept going through my head was things of Kenshin. How I met him. How he walked in on me when I was taking a bath, thinking I was committing suicide. How he would always protect the ones he loves. Kenshin the most unusual man I've ever met.
The shoji cracked opened for he opened it. I smiled, giving a slight bow as I did so. The tears were wiped away by my sleeve. I just have to trust him to keep his promise. Of course, he always does no matter the circumstances.
"You should get to training Yahiko, that you should. I'm sure he's in the training hall right this moment." Kenshin said.
"You're right Kenshin. I almost for got." I smiled and walked out of his room.
He smiled back and waved, shutting his shoji only to leave a small crack to peak through. I watched as my feet carried me back to the kitchen area. The dishes were still scattered all over the table and crumbs were left. I left them, knowing Kenshin would get them later.
I walked out the shoji and inhaled the smell of honeysuckle that flowed in the gentle breeze. The clothes that were left to dry on the clothes holder swayed gently in the breeze. The rustling of the leaves and the birds were ringing in my ears. Flowers were beginning to die and trees were bright red and orange, for the coming of of winter was approaching fast. I closed nmy eyes to keep the serene feel of this for it would soon be gone with the clashing of shinai, wooden swords, and yells from training became present. I looked to my left and saw Yahiko coming from the corner or the engnawa, porch. His shinai was gripped in his right hand, messy brown hair being tossled in the breeze. Eyes were cast onto me and he grinned.
"Nice to see you...UGLY!" he yelled and quickly ran to the yard before I could get my hands on him.
"Just for the that you get 1,000 stokes. Now begin!" I retorted.
He looked at me, giving me a are-you-dead-serious-face. Oh, how stubborn can one boy be?!
"Yes I'm serious. Now get started unless you want more!" I demanded.
He stomped his foot on the grass and gave a scornful look. After a few minutes of groaning he gave in. He swung the shinai his over his head then swooshed it back down, putting his left foot for forward each time.
This'll give me time to think. I sat down and listened to Yahiko counting. Leaning my back against a post, one foot hanging over the edge of the engnawa, arms crossed over my chest, and a content look on my face, I let my azure eyes wander to the sky. It was peppered in little white and gray clouds. I think it might rain tomorrow or maybe later today. Rain really wasn't one of my favorite weather conditions. It reminded me of the story Hiko, Kenshin's sword's master, told me.
The of where Kenshin was sitting on a whale in Kyoto, his thoughts on Tomoe. Kenshin sat there for hours, letting his body get wet to the bone. I remember he told me it was the day right before he was to fight that devil Shishio. I frowned when I heard this story. Because of this one woman Kenshin can't find a happiness. Maybe, Tomoe is his happiness? How could it be so? She is gone...dead. But I'm here. I'm alive. I want to be his happiness. This is why I envy Tomoe so much. This is why Tomoe can bring the worst out in me. Kenshin, will you ever love me the way you did her?
My eyes wandered down to my hands. Can I bring you any happiness like Tomoe?
Sighing I picked up my shinai and went over to Yahiko. He did his last stroke and looked over at me. I saw the beads of sweat that formed on his brow. Maybe today he can get a break. I know it's early but I'm not in the mood to train him.
"You can go now Yahiko," I mumbled.
He looked at me with wide big brown eyes. He mouth was ajar.
"Stop gaping and go before I change my mind!" I ordered.
"Fine...but one thing..."
I stuck my nose in the air and turned from him, "Yes, what?"
"Are you feeling okay?" He asked.
He was serious. His voice was soft like he actually cared how I felt. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly to him. Eyes were clouded over with not a cast of sparkle.
"I'm fine," I replied, flatly.
I saw him shrug and go on his way.
"At least I think I am," I sighed.
My crossed arms dropped to my sides and I made my way back to where I was sitting on the engnawa. I sat in the same position. My eyes cast back to the sky. My thoughts went back to Kenshin.
An hour later I had found myself to have dozed off. It was pouring the rain, but I felt warm. I looked at Kenshin staring at me with his big lavender eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I found you out here asleep. I brought you a blanket so you wouldn't catch cold, that I did." explained Kenshin.
That's why I felt so warm. There was a wool blanket draped over my shoulders. I smiled, watching as Kenshin moved a bit closer to me.
"Thanks...." I whispered.
He nodded and looked to the sky. A thoughtful look went over his face. I grinned and leaned my head back on the wood pole.
The rain was coming down in bucket fulls. The ground looked muddy and the sky was as gray as ever. I swung my foot that hung over the edge in an attempt to occupy myself. Kenshin sighed, looking down to his feet. He was hunched over, feet dangling over the edge like my foot was. His hands were folded together. Those poor bandaged hands of his. He has more scars to add to the ones that littered his whole body. His and my hair were dampened from the rain. The melodic sound of the rain seemed to occupy him.
Just then he let out something of a muffled yelp. His body snapped up straight. He didn't move or flinch the slightest bit. Eyes were wide as if he were in shock. I shot up, standing on both feet trying to get over to him, but it was like something was holding me, something like a rope. There was nothing to do except yell to him. Call his name in worry and in fear.
"Kenshin? Kenshin say something?!" I yelled to him.
He started to tremble as his body was not being able to contain the way he was sitting.
"So....nu--numb.." He manged to whisper.
It looked like he was trying to reach the sword that was at his side. But he couldn't move. I kept trying to race to him but something was holding me. At first it was like a rope but then as I looked down there were arms encircled around my waist. They were holding me as still as a stone. My head snapped to the left when I heard the snap of a dried twig that managed to not get wet by the rain. A tall dark figure emerged and came to me. I tried not show the fear and worry that was welling up inside. Kenshin...is he okay?
"Take her away form here now!" The figure yelled.
He brought up his arms and seemed to yank something away. I looked back over at Kenshin and he quickly grabbed his sword and was standing, attempting to run to me. I tried to say his name again, but a strong grip over my mouth ceased me this action. Tears stained my eyes, and the next thing I saw was the black cloaked figure. He raised his hands up and jumped back. So did the person who was holding me did. I felt as if I were aloft in the air. The rain dampened my ebony locks and made them stick to the person who was holding me. The rest of my hair was flowing wildly around me as we went higher into the air. Why were we flying and why were these people taking me away? Were they trying to get the Battousi to emerge? By kidnapping me?!
I struggled in the person's grip and I let out muffled yells and screams as I watched Kenshin's figure disappear. I heard him yelling my name, running as an attempt to catch these awful creeps. I tried get loose from the man's grip, but it was too tight.
There was nothing I could do...
End Chapter One
The Reflection of Kaoru
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