Light of the Past
Disclaimer: The Kenshin characters do not belong to me. The storyline, however, does, as do any characters I have created.
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Chapter 3: Murder at Rurouni Apartment
Kenshin's eyes flew to the doorway of his cheap apartment. When he saw an old man standing in the doorway, he had a sudden change of heart. He put his hand in his pocket instinctively, and felt the card. Rubbing his hand over it, he calmed down, and approached the old man.
There was tension as sparks nearly flew between the two. Kenshin's eyes glared amber, and he lost control of who he was. His eyes became even sharper, losing any possible warmth, as he instinctively turned to his Battousai.
"What do you want."
"Ah! Shinta! It's great to see-"
"My names Battousai."
"Battousai is it? Very well then, Battousai."
"Yeah, well move aside, and let me open the door."
When the old man picked up his two bags to step aside, Battousai grew impatient and shoved him aside. The old man fell to the floor, and Battousai fiddled with the lock. Eventually it opened, and an annoyed and hurt grandfather got up and walked to the door. When Battousai shut it in his face, he almost cried. He had come all the way from Tokyo to meet his grandson to help him and tell him that his life was in danger, and this was how he was treated?
When the door opened again, his grandfather opened his mouth in protest. But when he saw the warm lavender eyes that met him, a wrinkly smile crept its way onto the old man's lips.
"Hey Battousai!"
"Hello grandfather, but my name is Kenshin."
The grandfather was now confused. Maybe he had the wrong apartment.
"Sorry. See..."
"This is not important. My main, sole reason I came here was to tell you that –"
"Ah gramps! We have plenty of time! We can talk about this later! Let me show you your room!"
"But this is important Battousai. I mean Shinta. I mean Kenshin. Whoever you are, my grandson. I have to say –"
"What do you want for dinner? I have ramen noodles, and I can whip out some sake if you want!"
"The ramen sounds great, but I only like green tea, but Kenshin, please listen I –"
"Green tea coming up! Your room is down the hall and to the left. Can't miss it."
His grandfather sighed and gave up. He slowly made his way down the hall, wondering just how he was going to phrase this. Instead he lowered his bags onto the floor and collapsed onto his bed. When it didn't bounce, he began to think nothing was going his way.
All of a sudden, without any warning whatsoever, he felt a knife slide into the side of his stomach.
Kenshin was humming merrily stirring the ramen. After a little while, he turned off the flame and let the noodles simmer. He peeked out of his kitchen, and saw the hallway to the bedroom area. He took a breath and called,
"Grandfather! It's ready!"
Silence.
"Grandfather, stop playing games and hurry up!"
Still silence. The silence began to make the hair on the back of his neck prickle. His hand felt for his katana, and he nodded, silently sneaking forward. He heard a soft sob, and immediately sprinted to the doorway. He stood sideways, next to the open doorway. His eyes crept around the corner, his hand tight on his katana. He rushed in, and took out his katana in a flash.
He dropped it at the sight of his convulsing grandfather. With horror he backed up against the wall, restraining tears from his eyes. He looked at the window and saw the swish of a cloak from the window. He leapt to the window, and took out a gun. He pointed everywhere possible but saw no one. Sobbing, and dropping his gun, he ran to his grandfather.
This was a move he'd soon regret.
Sanosuke fiercely ran to a phone, and punched in a few numbers.
The hospital! Damnit pick the phone up!
When he finally made contact with someone he yelled to get someone over. However the female voice sounded oddly familiar...
"Who am I talking to?"
"Sir! Your dying wife?"
"Oh! Right! My address is 666 Rurouni Apartments. Hurry up damnit!"
He heard a sigh and the line click closed. He ran to his wife, and desperately kissed her on the cheek. He felt for a pulse and still felt it. What was going on?
A few minutes later he heard the door bust open. He ran to the apartment's door and followed the big guys in white clothes. When they reached Megumi, however, an odd expression passed over the main doctor's face. She twitched, and looked Sanosuke in the eye.
"What was she doing when she collapsed?"
"Oh! She was –"
"In the kitchen cooking."
"Yes! But is she okay?!"
"Yes. She's fine. It's just...this is the fourth case this week. We can't find any evidence of pain or anything wrong. They all get up the next day and seem okay. Well I'll run the checks on her anyway."
"Thanks."
His eyes slid over her body. His eyes flew to her nametag. Yukishiro. He shrugged, and looked down at his wife. She was steadily breathing. His hand closed around hers, and he gripped her hand.
"You're gonna be alright babe."
Tomoe's eyes darkened, and a small smirk crept onto her lips.
Kenshin waited impatiently for the cops and ambulance. He was twitching sitting on the bed. He looked down at his hand. It was covered in his grandfather's blood. Goddamnit. He heard a frantic knock on the door and leapt from the bedpost, next to his grandfather.
He opened the door and saw quite a beautiful woman. Her raven lochs fell past her cheekbone and her beautiful lavender eyes entranced him. For a moment he stood there forgetting everything that was wrong. When she entered the room she cleared her throat and said,
"I am Detective Kaoru Kamiya! I was assigned to a murder case earlier today but..." she trailed off and looked as though she was about to cry.
"Kaoru?! Kaoru Kamiya? Remember me?"
Kaoru tilted her head confused. "No sir. This is no time for games though, so let's go!"
"No I'm serious. I saw you at a bar the other day."
"Huh?"
"Yeah! But you look really different. Much more...beautiful. And more petite."
"Uh..."
"You even gave me your card."
"Sir. This is not important. MURDER CASE?!"
"Oh yeah.."
Suspiciously looking behind him, he saw her confused face. He led her to his grandfather's room. He pointed at the body. Kaoru looked behind her at all her associates and nodded. They all began taking samples, blocking off the area, and taking pictures of everything.
After giving her all the details, which took almost an hour, he hung back to talk to her.
"Hey. Look, you offered me a good time. Remember? I have your card too!"
He pulled out the card. Kaoru looked at it blankly and her eyes flashed.
"Fuck! Shit!"
"What happened?"
"That's not me! Genius! Look at the picture! Does that look like me at all?"
"No...so there's another Kaoru Kamiya in Kyoto?"
"Nope. I'm the only one."
"How would you know."
"We detectives have to take care of identity theft cases. I checked up on my own. I'm the only one."
"So who is she?"
"I suggest you don't meet her again sir."
"Why would that be?"
"Because most likely she is trying to steal my identity...and if she is, then the only benefit of stealing of detectives identity is to get inside the police office or even the government's office."
"And..?"
"And murder."
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