Chi no Inochi
Now… the moment you've all been waiting for… ANOTHER RK FIC! Are we happy now? No? Fine, I'll update… Eventually, I hope. Gomen nasai…
The pairs are as follows: Kenshin - Kaoru, Sano - Megumi, Aoshi - Misao, Yahiko - Tsubame. I'm a huge SM nut, so that will occupy most of my attention, but there shall be lots of KK, AM, and YT goodness too.
So you want to know what Chi no Inochi means? Be like me, go out and buy a Japanese-English dictionary! First one to review and guesses right gets an onigiri!
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Watsuki-sama does. I don't own McDonald's either.
Chapter One
A High School Rurouni
Ah, fall-time. School has begun, and the poor students of Jihen High are suffering from overwork and stress yet again. Kenshin, Sano, and Aoshi could be seen dashing through the hall, trying not to get detention on the very first day of school. This was a task above the boys' capabilities, by all means, especially for the belligerent Sanosuke Sagara.
The bell rang seconds after they threw themselves (quite violently, I might add, for the desks slid a few feet when they practically fell on top of them) into their seats. It was too early in the year for assigned seats, so the boys clustered in the back left corner of the room. Soujiro was the last one to dash into the room, just as the bell was ringing. Plopping down next to Sano, he gasped for breath. Moments later, the teacher arrived.
"Welcome students old and new. Most of you know me, but for those who don't I'm Warasuki Kyoji. Please call me Warasuki-sensei. Now, let us begin class. Turn to page 89 in your textbooks…" Warasuki-sensei was the math teacher for the tenth grade, so everyone automatically tuned him out just enough to retain their sanity. Kenshin, however, was too preoccupied with writing song lyrics to even take notice if the teacher was to call on him.
Broken dreams, broken dreams
My heart is filled with broken dreams
The world spins too fast for me to stand alone
So I struggle through this life of mine
La la la…
I saw you dance with someone else
I saw you look him in the eye
That was the last time I truly loved
That was the last time I truly loved
Broken dreams, broken dreams
My heart is filled with broken dreams
The world spins too fast for me to stand alone
So I struggle through this life of mine
La la la…
Tears refuse to surface
The sadness is built up inside
I cannot think, I cannot breath
I can only hope to weep
Broken dreams, broken dreams
My heart is filled with broken dreams
The world spins too fast for me to stand alone
So I struggle through this life of mine
La la la…
The doctor checks my vital signs
I am still alive
I am still alive
And now I can cry
And now I can cry
Broken dreams, broken dreams
My heart is filled with broken dreams
The world spins too fast to stand alone
La la la…
But now I can crawl
"Himura-san, what is the answer to number 67?" Kenshin snapped back into reality.
"Um… 89?"
"No. Himura-san, please pay attention. Now, lets see, Kaoru, you answer the question." Warasuki-sensei gave Kenshin the 'that's your last warning' look and turned to Kaoru.
"The answer is 546," said Kaoru. She was such a tomboy. She was the only girl in the Kendo Club and her wardrobe consisted of baggy jeans and khakis and t-shirts from the local skate shop. Her friends Megumi, Misao, and Tsubame all tried many times to try on "girl clothes" but to no avail. Kaoru just shrugged it off and said 'later, maybe.'
"Yes! Thank you, Kamiya-san." Kenshin zoned out again, but didn't get called on.
Three periods later, everyone was at lunch. Sano, Aoshi, Kenshin, Soujiro, and Yahiko, who was a 9th grader, were all munching on chips, candy, soda, and microwave soup. A/N: Hmm… Sounds like my lunch… They were heatedly debating the topic of starting a band. Everyone was for the idea, but the setbacks of getting a studio, the proper equipment, and where in the world they could possibly get a gig, were being discussed.
"How would we get the money?" asked Sano.
"Get a job, you lazy butt!" retorted Yahiko.
"This is true, but Yahiko is to young to work," said Kenshin. Everyone turned to look at Yahiko. He shifted uncomfortably.
"He can pass. 14, 15, it's all the same to the Micky D's guy," Soujiro said emotionlessly. Everyone agreed.
"And remember, some of us already have jobs," Kenshin shot an accusing look at Sano. "I've been working at the Guitar Shop for about nine months now." Aoshi and Soujiro nodded. Both of them had weekend jobs also.
Question after question came up. How much did everyone have in savings? Did anyone still get allowance? Can you mooch money off of your parents? How much do you get from your jobs? What can we name the band?
That weekend, both Sano and Yahiko were the newest employees at McDonalds.
