Author's Notes: HELLO EVERYBODY!!! Wow. . . I can't believe I got so
many reviews!!! Thank you! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! I read a story called
"Three Daughters" or something like that, and it had 2100 reviews!!! MY
GOD!!! If ONLY I could have that many reviews. . . . * hint hint cough
cough know what I mean? Know what I mean? * ^_~
Disclaimer: I don't own my muses, I just play with them. Meow.
Oh and uh, Female Hitokiri Battousai? You ain't gonna like this chapter, but that's ok! Lol ^_~
On with the story!
Chapter Twenty-Four
When Kaoru, Misao, Megumi, Aoshi, Soujiro, Sanosuke and Yahiko had finally arrived at the Aoiya and had met everybody and everything and had finally gotten settled in and when it had finally gotten dark, Kaoru decided she wanted to think.
Sitting straight on her futon in her own little room, Kaoru thought deeply about the day's events.
The way Okina had greeted Misao like his granddaughter. It wasn't the first time they had met. Misao had taken to having lessons from Aoshi to be a ninja ever since she was a little girl, and it wasn't until last year or so that Aoshi had asked her to be his girlfriend. Apparently, old-man-Okina was thinking of an upcoming marriage.
But with Soujiro there, Kaoru somehow doubted it. 'What am I thinking? I've got my own love issues to think about. . .' she thought. Her mind roamed to Kenshin. 'He had a wife. No. He HAS a wife. But. . . what about me?'
She mentally slapped herself.
'Oh what am I thinking? It's not like I really like Kenshin or anything. . .' she brought her hand to her lips. 'But. . . he has kissed me before. He said he didn't know why he did it. Hmmm. . . could he. . . me?' she slapped herself again. "Nahhhhh. . ." she said aloud.
Looking up through her window to the full moon outside she thought, 'But do I love him?'
~*~
Kenshin, Tomoe, Enishi, Utena, and Hiko finally arrived in Kyoto. "It's the middle of the night. We best not disturb the Aoiya now. Let's go to a hotel," Kenshin suggested.
Enishi nodded, Utena curled up in a ball in his arms, fast asleep. Or so she wanted him to believe.
The three men walked into a hotel and got their rooms. Hiko had his own, Enishi and Utena shared one, and Kenshin and Tomoe had one.
Kenshin asked the man at the front desk for Advil, and gave it to Tomoe. Tomoe smiled up at him, faintly. "Thank you." She took it carefully.
They sat in silence, each sitting on their own futon. ". . .Kenshin?"
"Yes?"
"May I. . . Have an explanation?"
Kenshin looked down. "Hiko. . . somehow. . . revived me."
"Revived you?"
"Well. . . I'm a robot."
Her eyes widened. "A-A robot?" she whispered.
"I'm part robot, part human. Everyday, I turn more human."
". . . I'm shocked."
"I thought you would be."
Silence.
"E-Excuse me, but I think I need to get more Advil. . ."
"I can get it for you!"
"N-No. . . Kenshin. Let me get it." And with that, Tomoe left the room. Walking down the hallway, she thought to herself, 'Kenshin? A robot? A ROBOT? My. . .my husband. . . . a robot?' Suddenly she bumped into somebody. "OOF!"
"OH!"
Tomoe looked at the ground, "I'm awfully sorry. . ." she looked up. "Oh! Utena! I'm very sorry!"
Utena smiled. "Oh it's nothing, just watch where you're going. I could have been a man you know."
Tomoe nodded.
"Tomoe?"
"Yes?"
". . . I have something for you. . . to help with your husband."
"What?"
Utena gave her a serious look. "Do you love him?"
"That's an inappropriate question. . ."
"Do you?"
". . . Yes. Very much."
"Does he love you?"
"I-I don't know."
"Then give him this, and it'll answer your question." Utena brought up a pill. "It's not the pills I gave you. Obviously, he's not sick. But this will help him tell you if he loves you or not. Kind of like a love- potion, if you catch my drift."
"Oh Utena I couldn't. . ."
"Take it."
"Well. . ."
"Do you love him or not?"
Tomoe bit her lip. "Alright. How do I give it to him?"
"Well. . . a wise plan would be to kiss him and push it down his throat. . ."
"Um. . . I. . . errr. . ."
"Don't worry Tomoe. I'm just helping you out."
"How can I ever thank you?"
"Hey, what are best friend's for?" Utena asked, winked, and strode over to her room.
Tomoe watched her go. 'All I have to do is kiss him. . .'
~*~
Kenshin watched as Tomoe opened and closed the door. "You got Advil?"
"Yes."
"How do you feel?"
"Very good. . . thank you." Tomoe sat down next to Kenshin on his futon. "K-Kenshin?"
"Yes?"
"May I. . . kiss you?"
Kenshin's eyes widened. "What?" he whispered, hoarsely.
"Kenshin, if you are still alive, and if you did not die, then. . . You are still my husband, correct?"
Kenshin nodded, numbly.
"Well then. . . I want to know if you really are human. The only way to do that. . . is through a kiss."
Kenshin fought with himself, hard.
(GO FOR IT!!!)
[But what about Kaoru-dono?]
(Oh yah. . .)
Kenshin could not tear his gaze away from the tear stained face of Tomoe. Suddenly, his eyes reverted to her lips. 'Should I try?' he asked himself.
[No! Kaoru-dono! Remember Kaoru-dono!]
(But Tomoe is our wife! Kaoru is. . . well. . .) Battousai drifted off.
[But. . . but. . .]
'I. . . I've missed Tomoe so much. I still love her. . . so much. . .' Kenshin made up his mind, and he softly brushed his lips against Tomoe's.
Tomoe had already put the pill in her mouth, and she gently pushed it with her tongue into Kenshin's mouth. He swallowed it.
It hit him hard. Like an arrow. His eyes searched Tomoe, and he laid down on the futon.
"Kenshin? What are you doing?"
"Tomoe. . . I love you."
~*~
Kaoru woke up with sweat pouring down her face. "KENSHIN!"
She looked around.
No Kenshin.
She sighed. 'What a bad nightmare. . . I dreamt he was. . . kissing. . . that. . . Tomoe-lady. But what about me?' she thought.
Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she closed her eyes and tried to get more sleep.
But the dustman just didn't really FEEL like visiting her that night.
~*~
Tomoe laid on top of Kenshin. "K-Kenshin?"
"Tomoe?"
". . . I love you too."
Kenshin grinned, and Tomoe saw what she hadn't seen in ten years : he had blue eyes. Kenshin kissed her again, and Tomoe kissed back. Sending little butterfly kisses down Tomoe's neck, Kenshin eagerly decided to claim his property once more. 'My wife. . .' he thought.
[WHAT ARE YOU DOING???]
(I don't know!) Battousai shrieked back. (I can't help it!)
[Why not!!!]
(I DON'T KNOW!!!)
Tomoe reached up to Kenshin's left cheek and stroked it. Suddenly something that felt like paper moved underneath her hand. Gasping, Tomoe pulled hard on the paper and pulling it off Kenshin's face.
Kenshin closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Tomoe could once again see what was hidden underneath the skin-colored paper.
A long, thin, pink scar running down Kenshin's left cheek.
The scar that her fiancé had given him, eleven years ago.
"Tomoe?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be my wife. . . for real?"
Tomoe smiled sweetly, "I believe I've already answered that question before."
Kenshin smiled back, lovingly. "I love you so much Tomoe. . ." he whispered, eager to fill his hunger.
Tomoe nodded with approval, and Kenshin began to peel off Tomoe's yakata.
~*~
MEANWHILE!
A song drifted down the hallway, and it woke Misao up. Walking down the hall, Misao stopped at Soujiro's door where the song was coming from. She knocked quietly.
"Come in," came an answer.
Misao opened the shoji. "Sou-chan?" she asked.
Soujiro smiled at her. "Ohhh. . . Misao. Did I wake you?"
"No. . . not really."-Soujiro frowned-"Yes."
"I'm sorry."
"No it's ok." Misao toddled over to where Soujiro sat and sat down next to him. "What were you singing?"
"Just a song that I picked up during my travels."
"Ohhh. . . Do you mind singing it for me?"
"Uhh. . . I'm afraid I don't have a good enough voice to sing in front of you Misao."
"It's alright." Misao smiled.
Soujiro smiled back.
"Em. . . Sou-chan?"
"Yes?"
"About. . . a few nights ago."
"Yes?" he prodded.
"When you kissed me. . ."
"Oh. Yes."
"Well I was wondering, and literally I've been dying for it since that kiss but. . ." she looked shyly at Soujiro. "Would you. . . 'talk' to me again?"
Soujiro caught on. "I have not the liberty when Misao has a boyfriend. . ."
"Oh shush about him Sou-chan. Please. . . just. . . talk."
Soujiro frowned. 'Should I?' he looked carefully into his heart. 'Why should I?' he thought about it. 'Well. . . I have been looking for true love for quite some time now. . .' he looked at Misao. 'Do I love her?'
The answer came to him quickly.
'Yes.'
Moving silently and slowly, Soujiro brought his lips to Misao's. ((AN: Oh YAH baby, I'm on a ROLL tonight!!!))
Misao closed her eyes, but she could still see Soujiro in her mind. 'I. . . I love him. . . . . .'
If only everybody else was so fixed upon their emotions like those two.
To Be Continued. . .
Author's Notes: I hope it was a bit longer. ^_^ Please review everybody! I'm SO close to getting 200!!! YAY!!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! Thank you minna-sama!!
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Disclaimer: I don't own my muses, I just play with them. Meow.
Oh and uh, Female Hitokiri Battousai? You ain't gonna like this chapter, but that's ok! Lol ^_~
On with the story!
Chapter Twenty-Four
When Kaoru, Misao, Megumi, Aoshi, Soujiro, Sanosuke and Yahiko had finally arrived at the Aoiya and had met everybody and everything and had finally gotten settled in and when it had finally gotten dark, Kaoru decided she wanted to think.
Sitting straight on her futon in her own little room, Kaoru thought deeply about the day's events.
The way Okina had greeted Misao like his granddaughter. It wasn't the first time they had met. Misao had taken to having lessons from Aoshi to be a ninja ever since she was a little girl, and it wasn't until last year or so that Aoshi had asked her to be his girlfriend. Apparently, old-man-Okina was thinking of an upcoming marriage.
But with Soujiro there, Kaoru somehow doubted it. 'What am I thinking? I've got my own love issues to think about. . .' she thought. Her mind roamed to Kenshin. 'He had a wife. No. He HAS a wife. But. . . what about me?'
She mentally slapped herself.
'Oh what am I thinking? It's not like I really like Kenshin or anything. . .' she brought her hand to her lips. 'But. . . he has kissed me before. He said he didn't know why he did it. Hmmm. . . could he. . . me?' she slapped herself again. "Nahhhhh. . ." she said aloud.
Looking up through her window to the full moon outside she thought, 'But do I love him?'
~*~
Kenshin, Tomoe, Enishi, Utena, and Hiko finally arrived in Kyoto. "It's the middle of the night. We best not disturb the Aoiya now. Let's go to a hotel," Kenshin suggested.
Enishi nodded, Utena curled up in a ball in his arms, fast asleep. Or so she wanted him to believe.
The three men walked into a hotel and got their rooms. Hiko had his own, Enishi and Utena shared one, and Kenshin and Tomoe had one.
Kenshin asked the man at the front desk for Advil, and gave it to Tomoe. Tomoe smiled up at him, faintly. "Thank you." She took it carefully.
They sat in silence, each sitting on their own futon. ". . .Kenshin?"
"Yes?"
"May I. . . Have an explanation?"
Kenshin looked down. "Hiko. . . somehow. . . revived me."
"Revived you?"
"Well. . . I'm a robot."
Her eyes widened. "A-A robot?" she whispered.
"I'm part robot, part human. Everyday, I turn more human."
". . . I'm shocked."
"I thought you would be."
Silence.
"E-Excuse me, but I think I need to get more Advil. . ."
"I can get it for you!"
"N-No. . . Kenshin. Let me get it." And with that, Tomoe left the room. Walking down the hallway, she thought to herself, 'Kenshin? A robot? A ROBOT? My. . .my husband. . . . a robot?' Suddenly she bumped into somebody. "OOF!"
"OH!"
Tomoe looked at the ground, "I'm awfully sorry. . ." she looked up. "Oh! Utena! I'm very sorry!"
Utena smiled. "Oh it's nothing, just watch where you're going. I could have been a man you know."
Tomoe nodded.
"Tomoe?"
"Yes?"
". . . I have something for you. . . to help with your husband."
"What?"
Utena gave her a serious look. "Do you love him?"
"That's an inappropriate question. . ."
"Do you?"
". . . Yes. Very much."
"Does he love you?"
"I-I don't know."
"Then give him this, and it'll answer your question." Utena brought up a pill. "It's not the pills I gave you. Obviously, he's not sick. But this will help him tell you if he loves you or not. Kind of like a love- potion, if you catch my drift."
"Oh Utena I couldn't. . ."
"Take it."
"Well. . ."
"Do you love him or not?"
Tomoe bit her lip. "Alright. How do I give it to him?"
"Well. . . a wise plan would be to kiss him and push it down his throat. . ."
"Um. . . I. . . errr. . ."
"Don't worry Tomoe. I'm just helping you out."
"How can I ever thank you?"
"Hey, what are best friend's for?" Utena asked, winked, and strode over to her room.
Tomoe watched her go. 'All I have to do is kiss him. . .'
~*~
Kenshin watched as Tomoe opened and closed the door. "You got Advil?"
"Yes."
"How do you feel?"
"Very good. . . thank you." Tomoe sat down next to Kenshin on his futon. "K-Kenshin?"
"Yes?"
"May I. . . kiss you?"
Kenshin's eyes widened. "What?" he whispered, hoarsely.
"Kenshin, if you are still alive, and if you did not die, then. . . You are still my husband, correct?"
Kenshin nodded, numbly.
"Well then. . . I want to know if you really are human. The only way to do that. . . is through a kiss."
Kenshin fought with himself, hard.
(GO FOR IT!!!)
[But what about Kaoru-dono?]
(Oh yah. . .)
Kenshin could not tear his gaze away from the tear stained face of Tomoe. Suddenly, his eyes reverted to her lips. 'Should I try?' he asked himself.
[No! Kaoru-dono! Remember Kaoru-dono!]
(But Tomoe is our wife! Kaoru is. . . well. . .) Battousai drifted off.
[But. . . but. . .]
'I. . . I've missed Tomoe so much. I still love her. . . so much. . .' Kenshin made up his mind, and he softly brushed his lips against Tomoe's.
Tomoe had already put the pill in her mouth, and she gently pushed it with her tongue into Kenshin's mouth. He swallowed it.
It hit him hard. Like an arrow. His eyes searched Tomoe, and he laid down on the futon.
"Kenshin? What are you doing?"
"Tomoe. . . I love you."
~*~
Kaoru woke up with sweat pouring down her face. "KENSHIN!"
She looked around.
No Kenshin.
She sighed. 'What a bad nightmare. . . I dreamt he was. . . kissing. . . that. . . Tomoe-lady. But what about me?' she thought.
Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she closed her eyes and tried to get more sleep.
But the dustman just didn't really FEEL like visiting her that night.
~*~
Tomoe laid on top of Kenshin. "K-Kenshin?"
"Tomoe?"
". . . I love you too."
Kenshin grinned, and Tomoe saw what she hadn't seen in ten years : he had blue eyes. Kenshin kissed her again, and Tomoe kissed back. Sending little butterfly kisses down Tomoe's neck, Kenshin eagerly decided to claim his property once more. 'My wife. . .' he thought.
[WHAT ARE YOU DOING???]
(I don't know!) Battousai shrieked back. (I can't help it!)
[Why not!!!]
(I DON'T KNOW!!!)
Tomoe reached up to Kenshin's left cheek and stroked it. Suddenly something that felt like paper moved underneath her hand. Gasping, Tomoe pulled hard on the paper and pulling it off Kenshin's face.
Kenshin closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Tomoe could once again see what was hidden underneath the skin-colored paper.
A long, thin, pink scar running down Kenshin's left cheek.
The scar that her fiancé had given him, eleven years ago.
"Tomoe?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be my wife. . . for real?"
Tomoe smiled sweetly, "I believe I've already answered that question before."
Kenshin smiled back, lovingly. "I love you so much Tomoe. . ." he whispered, eager to fill his hunger.
Tomoe nodded with approval, and Kenshin began to peel off Tomoe's yakata.
~*~
MEANWHILE!
A song drifted down the hallway, and it woke Misao up. Walking down the hall, Misao stopped at Soujiro's door where the song was coming from. She knocked quietly.
"Come in," came an answer.
Misao opened the shoji. "Sou-chan?" she asked.
Soujiro smiled at her. "Ohhh. . . Misao. Did I wake you?"
"No. . . not really."-Soujiro frowned-"Yes."
"I'm sorry."
"No it's ok." Misao toddled over to where Soujiro sat and sat down next to him. "What were you singing?"
"Just a song that I picked up during my travels."
"Ohhh. . . Do you mind singing it for me?"
"Uhh. . . I'm afraid I don't have a good enough voice to sing in front of you Misao."
"It's alright." Misao smiled.
Soujiro smiled back.
"Em. . . Sou-chan?"
"Yes?"
"About. . . a few nights ago."
"Yes?" he prodded.
"When you kissed me. . ."
"Oh. Yes."
"Well I was wondering, and literally I've been dying for it since that kiss but. . ." she looked shyly at Soujiro. "Would you. . . 'talk' to me again?"
Soujiro caught on. "I have not the liberty when Misao has a boyfriend. . ."
"Oh shush about him Sou-chan. Please. . . just. . . talk."
Soujiro frowned. 'Should I?' he looked carefully into his heart. 'Why should I?' he thought about it. 'Well. . . I have been looking for true love for quite some time now. . .' he looked at Misao. 'Do I love her?'
The answer came to him quickly.
'Yes.'
Moving silently and slowly, Soujiro brought his lips to Misao's. ((AN: Oh YAH baby, I'm on a ROLL tonight!!!))
Misao closed her eyes, but she could still see Soujiro in her mind. 'I. . . I love him. . . . . .'
If only everybody else was so fixed upon their emotions like those two.
To Be Continued. . .
Author's Notes: I hope it was a bit longer. ^_^ Please review everybody! I'm SO close to getting 200!!! YAY!!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! Thank you minna-sama!!
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