I think I've finally discovered where this fic is going... I just, and I mean
JUST, pulled this outa my ass... so if it seems incongruous I apologize right
now... but seriously, I think it works. Hiko is not going to be in very many
of the rest of these... I'm pretty sure we are working towards Kenshin's
first big adventure... chee!
Well, once again Kenshin is not mine, that delectable little red haired Japanese man does not belong to the master mind behind this pitiful fan- fic... (a little sobbing for effect, you can see how much I wish he did...) ^_^ ______________________________________________________________________
"Master has certainly gotten a taste for tea lately." Kenshin muttered a bit resentfully. He was well aware of his Master's habits, tea not being one of them. But he supposed that the girls wouldn't want to drink sake. Kenshin himself didn't enjoy the taste, Hiko had told him that appreciating sake only came with age and experience.
"Well..." Lila stood next to him at the river bank and handed him the bucket, "You don't seem to have anything else in the hut."
"You didn't notice the million and one jugs lining the walls?" Kenshin asked wryly as he dipped for water.
"Well, yes, but isn't Master Hiko a potter?" She glared as Kenshin stumbled turning away from the river, and started to laugh.
"I suppose!" he managed to choke out between convulsions of hilarity.
"Well what else would he be?" she frowned menacingly; emitting a ki only a well ticked off woman could produce. Kenshin choked back on his chuckles and coughed to an end.
"Nothing much I guess." He shrugged.
"Kenshin... what do you do out here all alone?" Lila sighed, "I've been trying to figure it out and I'm no closer to it than Master Hiko is a man who makes sake pots!" she threw her arms in the air, frustrated.
"He's a man who enjoys sake, and the making of vessels to put them in. Other than that, he trains me, and keeps to himself." Kenshin shrugged, not having found much out about his Masters activities than that himself. "But he is a man capable of great things, that is all I need know."
"And you've lived with him for how long now?" Lila couldn't imagine not knowing everything about the people around her. Kenshin just stopped in the path and watched her puzzle out what she perceived his relationship to his Master was. She was very beautiful under the dappled light of the forest. Her hair shone, her skin was smooth and had just enough color to be healthy pale instead of sickly white. Her hands were soft as she twined her fingers around each other; she played with facts and assumptions in her mind. Before he knew what he was doing Kenshin took a step closer to her, his hand reached to feather across her cheek.
Her breath caught as she stared into the intense violet of his eyes, she was right that they weren't dark, but they were staring into hers as none had before.
A twig snapped in the woods, Kenshin whirled to face it, breaking the thickness of the air around the two teens. A small squirrel jumped from the brush around the path, across Kenshin's feet, and back into the forest on the opposite side.
"Lila?" Kenshin asked as his heart stopped pounding in his ears. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he turned back to face her. "Don't cry." He set the bucket down with a small splash rising over the edge. She wasn't even aware of the tear that had roled down her cheek. "Oh, gomen! Don't cry!" She covered her face with her soft hands, and finally let go off all she'd stored up. Leaning into his chest she felt his arms go around her shoulders.
"I want to go home!" she wailed, "I don't want to be in these mountains with you and your stupid potter master! I want my father! My mother!" she pushed away from him and shoved him back a few steps, "I want to go home!" she kneeled in the middle of the road and struggled to control the tears. She didn't like crying in front of the strange red headed boy who had gained her trust. She didn't want to trust him, but she knew she did as she had never done before.
"Lila..." Kenshin had no clue what to say, or do for that matter. The last woman to cry in front of him had been slaughtered with no mercy as he held a bloody katana in his child-sized hands. He hadn't used it, he hadn't the strength yet to wield a sword in battle. But Master Hiko had come in time to save him, if no other. A woman's tears were something to be feared, for they were so much more powerful that her fists against the young man. "Come, we'll go back to the hut, we'll talk with Master Hiko... Lila?" he held out his hand to her, grabbing the bucket with the other.
She grasped his offered hand and was hauled gently to her feet. "Gomen." She muttered as she dried her tears carefully.
"Arigatou." Kenshin sighed, "Its all right Lila-san, I'll fix this for you. I promise."
********** Isn't Kenshin just adorable???
Well, once again Kenshin is not mine, that delectable little red haired Japanese man does not belong to the master mind behind this pitiful fan- fic... (a little sobbing for effect, you can see how much I wish he did...) ^_^ ______________________________________________________________________
"Master has certainly gotten a taste for tea lately." Kenshin muttered a bit resentfully. He was well aware of his Master's habits, tea not being one of them. But he supposed that the girls wouldn't want to drink sake. Kenshin himself didn't enjoy the taste, Hiko had told him that appreciating sake only came with age and experience.
"Well..." Lila stood next to him at the river bank and handed him the bucket, "You don't seem to have anything else in the hut."
"You didn't notice the million and one jugs lining the walls?" Kenshin asked wryly as he dipped for water.
"Well, yes, but isn't Master Hiko a potter?" She glared as Kenshin stumbled turning away from the river, and started to laugh.
"I suppose!" he managed to choke out between convulsions of hilarity.
"Well what else would he be?" she frowned menacingly; emitting a ki only a well ticked off woman could produce. Kenshin choked back on his chuckles and coughed to an end.
"Nothing much I guess." He shrugged.
"Kenshin... what do you do out here all alone?" Lila sighed, "I've been trying to figure it out and I'm no closer to it than Master Hiko is a man who makes sake pots!" she threw her arms in the air, frustrated.
"He's a man who enjoys sake, and the making of vessels to put them in. Other than that, he trains me, and keeps to himself." Kenshin shrugged, not having found much out about his Masters activities than that himself. "But he is a man capable of great things, that is all I need know."
"And you've lived with him for how long now?" Lila couldn't imagine not knowing everything about the people around her. Kenshin just stopped in the path and watched her puzzle out what she perceived his relationship to his Master was. She was very beautiful under the dappled light of the forest. Her hair shone, her skin was smooth and had just enough color to be healthy pale instead of sickly white. Her hands were soft as she twined her fingers around each other; she played with facts and assumptions in her mind. Before he knew what he was doing Kenshin took a step closer to her, his hand reached to feather across her cheek.
Her breath caught as she stared into the intense violet of his eyes, she was right that they weren't dark, but they were staring into hers as none had before.
A twig snapped in the woods, Kenshin whirled to face it, breaking the thickness of the air around the two teens. A small squirrel jumped from the brush around the path, across Kenshin's feet, and back into the forest on the opposite side.
"Lila?" Kenshin asked as his heart stopped pounding in his ears. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he turned back to face her. "Don't cry." He set the bucket down with a small splash rising over the edge. She wasn't even aware of the tear that had roled down her cheek. "Oh, gomen! Don't cry!" She covered her face with her soft hands, and finally let go off all she'd stored up. Leaning into his chest she felt his arms go around her shoulders.
"I want to go home!" she wailed, "I don't want to be in these mountains with you and your stupid potter master! I want my father! My mother!" she pushed away from him and shoved him back a few steps, "I want to go home!" she kneeled in the middle of the road and struggled to control the tears. She didn't like crying in front of the strange red headed boy who had gained her trust. She didn't want to trust him, but she knew she did as she had never done before.
"Lila..." Kenshin had no clue what to say, or do for that matter. The last woman to cry in front of him had been slaughtered with no mercy as he held a bloody katana in his child-sized hands. He hadn't used it, he hadn't the strength yet to wield a sword in battle. But Master Hiko had come in time to save him, if no other. A woman's tears were something to be feared, for they were so much more powerful that her fists against the young man. "Come, we'll go back to the hut, we'll talk with Master Hiko... Lila?" he held out his hand to her, grabbing the bucket with the other.
She grasped his offered hand and was hauled gently to her feet. "Gomen." She muttered as she dried her tears carefully.
"Arigatou." Kenshin sighed, "Its all right Lila-san, I'll fix this for you. I promise."
********** Isn't Kenshin just adorable???