AN: This idea of a BK pairing has been in my head for sometime now.. I'm not very good at expressing my points, but I hope you like it! Notes: This fiction would be based in the medieval times. Or.. what you would call.. the times where they had carriages and horses as a form of transportation. Ya, I think you get my idea.

Summary: Kaoru and Kenshin were betrothed ever since they were kids. They fell in love, but after an incident, Kaoru refused to see him again. But then again, Battousai doesn't take no for an answer..


Chapter 1

Ten years ago.

"I've always wanted to be a baker, 'cause of the pretty smell of freshly baked cakes and muffins. I love it! Then maybe when I own a shop, I can bake my own and eat them for myself."

A small chuckle could be heard.

"Say, what would you want to be when you grow up anyway?" asked the eight year old girl. Lying down on the grass, she turned her head to her companion, who was lying on her left side.

"A person who helps people." Answered a smiling ten year old boy without hesitation. His eyes did not waver from the sight of the brilliant night sky, which was pasted with bright shiny stars.

"A doctor?"

"Nah.. Nothing like that. Someone that would just.. Help needy people."

"N-Neeeedee?"

"Yeah, needy. A need is something what a person.. well.. needs." He answered, laughing.

"Oh. Well, whatever that is, I hope you become what you want to be."

The boy turned his head, looking straight into her eyes. He smiled warmly, and took her hand onto his.

"Even then, I wouldn't dream about helping people without you by my side."

Even though she did not understand what he meant, she smiled back childishly none the less. Eventually both of them just stared back up into the sky, enjoying the cool breeze and each other's presence.


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"This is absolutely perfect. They fall in love, get married, our kingdoms unite, and we would be sitting in our throne rooms five years later babysitting our grandchildren."

"Yes, it's a brilliant plan isn't it? And it's all thanks to my idea."

The room was filled with roaring laughter.

"You give yourself too much credit, Kamiya." He stated, shaking his head.

"I am a king after all, if that fact slipped your mind, Himura." He replied, slapping his friend's back.

"And what am I, a pig in the sty?" Himura asked, dripping every word with sarcasm.

"Well, for one, I didn't say that, you did." He smiled, looking at the twinkling green-eyed king.

"Hummphf. Whatever happened to the 'no, no, of course not! You're still the high, migh-"

"-ty and fat jolly old' person that I befriended six years ago," Kamiya finished the sentence for him, grinned, and sat down.

"Well, I don't remember if it was six years ago..." He replied, as if deep in thought.

...Then suddenly- "FAT? Did you just call me fat?"

Kamiya coughed, but a snicker managed to escape from his throat.

"Why you,………………………….. #&!$#&$!!" (AN: Cough.)

Kamiya just looked up towards the cream-colored ceiling, ignoring Himura's insults that were thrown out. Seeing that Kamiya was by all means unaffected, he strongly declared;

"I swear upon my kingdom, I WILL get you back for that comment!" Himura puffed, eyes narrowing at his friend.

Kamiya started laughing. Eventually he got up and picked up a doughnut that was lying on the table. "Maa, maa.. No need to get worked up on petty comments." He said, giving him the doughnut as a peace offering.

Himura all but snatch the round pastry and grunted.

"Where are the little rascals anyway?" Kamiya asked, attempting to change topic.

"I think they're at the courtyard. I blandly remember Kenshin saying something about taking her there." He replied in between chews.

"What in the world would he want to take her there for? At this time of night? What if suddenly there were thieves or some sort? I don't recall seeing any guards stationed there! What if th-"

"Relax, Kamiya. I doubt there would be any thieves. Anyway, if there were to be any, Kenshin would have them run away in less than five minutes, thanks to his amazing sword technique. That boy sure has got talent."

"Amazing sword technique? Oh yes, oh yes, that must be the style of Kamiya Kasshin Ryu you're referring to."

Himura choked.

"Kamiya Kasshin Ryu? My foot! He's learning the style that I taught him, the ever-so great Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. Kamiya Kasshin Ryu indeed. Must be your doing, that it is. My style would have kicked your style's ass anytime."

"Heeeey.."

There was a small silence after that, which broke into another round of roaring laughter.

"I told you I'd get you back for calling me fat."


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"I remember daddy said that we're going to get m-ma...rid when we grow up. What's that?"

"Ma... rid? Or do you mean... married?"

"I ... think so. He said something like that. So what does it mean anyway?"

"That means we're going to be together when we grow up."

"Really? That's great! Then maybe you can help me in my bakery shop." She said enthusiastically.

He replied with a few chuckles, not before stating- "I'd love to."


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Ten years later.

"Y-you're lying. You're... lying. H-how dare you lie to me." she hissed, voice trembling with anger.

"N-no ma'm, I-I'm not. We were attacked, and moments later his body was found dead by the side of the streets. It is no lie. We brought it back, I'm terribly sor-"

"NO YOU'RE NOT!! YOU'RE NOT!! STOP LYING TO ME!!!" Her voice screamed out. Tears were flowing down from her eyes, anger spewing out inside of her.

The captain didn't say anything.

"B-bring his body to me. Now." She commanded shakily.

The captain waved his hand, signaling for one of the guards to comply with the order. He was afraid, afraid for his life that very instant. The princess was acting like a schizophrenic, with the fact that she seemed like she was going to blow any second. But then again, it wasn't everyday that she would receive news that her father had died.

The body was brought in. The princess spun her head around, looking down in horror at her late father's body. It was bloody. Her father's body was covered with blood, deep scratches and wounds were visible with bruises everywhere.

"N-no.. T-this cannot b-be.." The princess wept as she knelt down by her father's body.

Slowly, she called upon her father.

"D-daddy.. Please wake up.. D-Daddy.." She sobbed.

The corpse gave no response.

Seeing that the princess was at the urge of breaking down, the captain motioned for everyone to leave the room. Silently they obeyed, and in a matter of a few seconds, all that was left in the room was a bloody dead body of a father; and a heartbroken daughter.

"Don't do this to me.. Please wake up.. Daddy please.. Don't sleep on me.." She begged. Tears kept on flowing down, blurring her vision.

She stroked his hair, and kissed his cheek. Then sub-cautiously, she started tugging his clothing like what a five-year old would do, to get their parents' attention.

"Wake up.. Please wake up… W-wake up.." She whispered, refusing to believe that he would not wake.

"Papa.. Are you listening to me?! WAKE UP!"

Her voice echoed through the room.

"WAKE UP!!"


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It was pouring outside.

Heavy rain that was then joined with thunder and lightning.

"Did you find out who did it?" Her voice was cold, hard. Her face was stoic, harsh, and showed no emotion.

"N-no, your majesty. We're still investigating. Apparently there were to-"

"I gave you two weeks, just to find out who murdered my father. And all I get are your excuses. Tell me Captain, Is the task I gave you so difficult?" Her tone deadly harsh.

He gulped.

"N-no, your majesty."

"I will give you another week, Captain. If you fail me again, Don't be surprised that your head would be misplaced."

"Y-yes, your majesty."

"Good. Now get out."

He bowed, and left. As soon as the door closed, her face softened.

Oh Kaoru, what have you become? Never have you spoken to Hanashi in that manner. What happened to your principles on respecting the elderly? And since when did your voice become so cold? What happened to you? -A voice inside her rang.

D-Daddy, can't you see what I've become? I'm acting like a spoilt brat, and everything opposite from what you have taught me.

I need you, daddy. Why did you leave me?

Sitting on a chair that was facing the huge glass window, she started crying silently. Believing that the heavens were crying with her.

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"Papa, why does it rain?"

"Because every time someone dies, or when something bad happens, the heavens know about our grief as well. So they cry with us."

"What about God?"

"What about him?" he asked, sitting his pretty daughter on his lap.

"W-well.. Since he's living in heaven and all.. he would know about our pains right? Wouldn't he do something to help us then? Instead of letting us cry and just leave us there."

"God never leaves us. When something bad happens to someone, it might mean that he/she did not follow God's way, or he/she ignored Him. You know very well that God cannot force us to make a choice. Decisions are always at our hands, and so when something bad goes our way, it is we that brought it upon ourselves. Never blame God."

"Oh."

Her father smiled lovingly at his daughter, as he held her closer.

"What about the sky then? How does it not fall down?" she asked, swinging her legs back and forth.

"There are angels up there, faithfully holding and carrying up the skies so that it does not fall down on us. They are God's helpers."

"Ahh. What are h-halpars?"

He laughed merrily, and corrected her. "Helpers, Kao, not halpars."

"They are someone that are there, to help us do something. Like you, Kao, you're my little helper."

Her eyes twinkled. "R-really?"

He smiled, a smile that only a father possessed. "So, do I have your word that when I need help, you'll be there for me?"

"Of course!" She grinned at him.

He kissed her head, and there was a peaceful silence. Suddenly- "So.. what about snow? Why does it snow..?"

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"I may not have helped you in that time of need, but I will find your murderer, Papa. You've got my word on that." She whispered to no one in particular.


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"We found the culprit, your majesty." The captain reported to the princess, who was sitting down on her ever-so big chair, located in her room. She did not look at him, but continued to stare out the window.

"Go on."

"After some investigating, it is confirmed that the one who murdered your father is indeed, the Battousai."

"Battousai?"

"Yes, your majesty."

There were a moment of silence, and when she broke it-

"I told you captain, any mistakes and your head would be misplaced."

"But your ma-"

"It is not the Battousai, I assure you."

"B-"

"I said, it is not him. Do not question me. I want you to find the real culprit, now get out."

"Yes, your majesty."

He left the room abruptly.

She sighed, massaging her temples. For a eighteen year old, she sure was going through stress that a forty-year old would. Even though she was feeling a bit weary, it did not stop a thought from coming through her head;

'It is not him that murdered papa. Surely it can't be him. It cannot be him. He wouldn't. I know it. They made a mistake, they definitely did.'

A minute or so later, there was a soft knock on the door that interrupted her thoughts. Tiredly, she prompted whoever that knocked to come in. It was her personal servant, not to mention a sisterly-friend she never had. The princess smiled.

"Are you alright?" Her servant asked as she came in, closing the door quietly behind her.

"I'm fine, Sayo. Thank you very much for your concern. Just a little.. Tired." She gave a small smile.

Sayo grinned in return. "I heard that the captain has found your father's murderer. Why do you refuse to believe him?"

"Because he said that the murderer was…" She paused, as her eyes softened.

"Battousai." She finished, voice steady.

"Oh."

She understood. She understood completely. Battousai..

"Sayo.. I know for a fact that he isn't the one that killed my father. Though.. there's this small doubt that I shamefully have.. I just can't seem to brush it of."

"Which is..?"

"I can't help but wonder, but.. D-Do you really think that he could have done it?"

"I.. I really don't know, Kao. I really don't. He's.. changed." She replied hesitantly, as she sat on the floor, next to the chair.

Changed so, so much.. Sayo thought silently.

Kaoru got off her comfortable chair, and sat next to Sayo on the cold hard floor. She leaned against her, like how she would when she was upset. Sayo wrapped her arms around the princess, something no one has ever done, except of course, the late king.

"I.. I miss him so much, Sayo.. I miss him terribly." The princess suddenly choked out, tears threatening to come out.

"I… know, I know.. He was a very dear man, even to me. It's okay Kao, you can cry.."

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And she did.


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AN: Um.. Honestly.. I don't really have an Idea where this story is going ('.')

But I hope you like it! I know Kaoru is abit OOC, but.. Oh well. I re-read this chapter a couple of times, and every time spotting grammatical errors. --.

Edit (30/11): Schizophrenic means"split personalities". Like.. You know the show "Me, Myself and Irene?" Yes. Jim Carey in that show is a Schizophrenic (Thanks Triste1 :D).

Review please :)