Forbidden
Phase
by Uenki
Me no own RK.
Second Day: Part II
Hickory,
dickory, dock!
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck
one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock!
He was humming a song. A song so familiar to him when he was a child. He sang, he always does, whenever he visited Kaoru. While they were cleaning up the kitchen, they both sang, merrily. Kenshin wiped off the smudge of charred stains on the floor with some force as god knows how long it was there.
"Uh…" He hesitated whether if he wanted to say it out loud, while Kaoru, abusing the stove and muttered some colorful words under her breath, told him to spit it out. "Kaoru-dono… Are you trying to poison someone?" Simple, naïve and innocent question.
The next thing Kenshin knew was that he was being kicked out to the balcony with a loud crack of several broken ribs. He stood up, wobbly, and rubbed his back. Next thing he knew, he was faced by a very angry Kaoru.
"Riiiight. Are you trying to insult my cooking?" she demanded, grabbed a handful of Kenshin's collar. Kenshin, frantically, shook his hands and muttered strings of 'no, no, no!'. Kaoru loosened her grip and continued to abuse the stove, turning her back on him.
"Kaoru… Kaoru… Is someone here…?" An old, sickly voice was heard, echoing the whole corridor that linked up with the kitchen. Kaoru stopped her scrubbing, placed the cloth on the counter and turned to face her master.
"Yes, master… He was only helping out with the kitchen that just exploded and will leave when he is done," Kaoru replied, submissively, while Kenshin said nothing and continued to scrub.
"Let him stay, Kaoru… Let him. I do not want any meals," The voice was fading as the man just stalked away into his chamber.
"Yes master," Kaoru obeyed, dutifully, giving a slight bow. Kenshin just calmly, serenely and scrubbed the floor, crouching down. He do not need to question her, she do not need him to question her, that's it.
They can only hear the random noise of scrubbing, and shifting of positions. All was quiet, and blissful, just like the time when they were in a dream.
"Will you remember, the times we held dear?" Kenshin murmured, barely audible. He knew that she was the very same Kaoru that slept, back in Hiko's house. He continued to scrub, knowing fully that she heard him.
"…Are you here to take my away?" Kaoru said, softly, rubbing the counter with a sponge. Kenshin said nothing.
"Thank you," it was polite and gentle, "for listening to me all the time." Kaoru was about to reply when she heard a soft click. Turning back, she was shocked to see the charred stains gone, the door opened and the rag on the floor.
A single thought was registered on her mind. Kenshin was gone.
"Kenshin…? Kenshin?" She called, almost frantic. She knelt onto the ground, going weak in her knees. Why? Why had he left? Did he not said that he wanted to stay?
Was it her who chased him away? Weren't he here to take her away, from this forbidden land?
Was it her own imagination? Why…?
Turning back, she continued to scrub. Yet a single tear fell from her eyes. She knew, Kenshin was not here to take her away. He was hurting her, which explains why her heart hurts so much.
She wondered why, the fact that he had not said goodbye.
Outside in the rain, Kenshin ran, as fast as he could. He cannot cry, so God cried for him. It rained, the heavy downpour. So heavily, that was what Kenshin felt.
"Dammit!" He cried, punching onto a nearby tree-trunk that causes the first few layers to crack.
Were
they acting?
Were they not sad?
Why?
Why
do they wear a mask, even when they are near each other?
Why do
they refuse to change, why do they refuse to talk?
Why can't they voice their thoughts?
Were
they acting,
In this forbidden land of despair?
To be happy, to be angry, to be joyful?
Can
they ever escape…?
A/N:
AHHH! SORRY! freaks out
Thanks, Dev-sama! I have
changed! I wonder why my works were so bad nowadays. --
CHAPTER EDITED.