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Chapter two: Home and a Memory
Home. After a long walk down the cobbled streets of London Kenshin was finally standing at his destination. The quite neighborhood welcomed usually, but with the storm above everyone had retreated inside. That's how he preferred it: quite. Too many of his memories were quite, painfully quite. The tension stretched so thin it threatened to break like fallen glass: shatter. After all these years however the red wooden door of home was a welcome. Sometimes things were best when they stayed the same, home was one of them. Behind the door, within the stone- walls of the building, was a small hallway, bare of anything except a long carpet flowing up the stairs onto the second floor. Off the right side of the hallway was the dining room, which then connected to the kitchen by access of a swinging door, installed there for the servants of the family who had lived here before them. On the second floor was the bedrooms: his own and his parents, but his father's study as well. The small room on the left side of the first floor hallway, however, was the first place Kenshin visited. Walking slowly into the parlor he let his feet echo upon the bare wooden floor, off the empty walls and onto the only treasure the room held. The piano was old, ancient, and had sat were it is now even before Kenshin was born. It was always in the same place. Warm memories held it there.
It was getting late; the sun had set two hours before. It had belong a long day with too many emotions, it made Kenshin tired. His feet carried him upstairs to his bedroom. Everything was the safe; everything was the same………except for the beautiful girl sleeping in his bed. Kenshin's eyes did a double take: Beautiful-Girl-In-My-Bed! After a short time of silent cursing and then planning he took it into his hands to roust her. Kenshin took in the room, thinking of maybe just moving her else where. He stooped to pick her up and stopped. On the bed table beside her was a picture: a picture of her…and Kenshin's father.
He was frozen, at loss. They looked so happy, like family. She had more with his father it seemed than he ever had. A wave of jealousy tidied around him. Jealousy, then anger, and then depression. If his father was like this with her, why couldn't he have been with him. Was he deformed or something? Did he anger him somehow? Was he something to be in shame? Unlike this girl? Was she someone to be proud of? It was late, and Kenshin was tired. Thinking made him tired--especially depressive thinking. The day taking its toll he went into the study and fell asleep on the couch.
Kenshin's Dream
A woman sat perfectly upon the piano bench playing beautifully. Just playing, and playing. Softly, beautifully. Kenshin sat on the floor only five years old listening to his mother play. I want to do that one day. I would like to play like that some day. 'Kenshin?' His father's voice rang joyfully out to him 'Are you listening to your mother play again?'
His father laughed. Such a strong laugh, such a strong man. Kenshin smiled and turned back towards his mother. She smiled sweetly at him, but then she…she…started to choke and gasp. She couldn't breathe! 'Mother!' She was dying--again! No! Mother! Don't leave me again! Mother?! Kenshin's small hands pulled on her skirt--then all went dark.
Kenshin awoke sweating through his clothes, even his blanket. Blanket? I didn't get a blanket last night, did I? He shrugged it off: it didn't matter. He rose quickly checking his bedroom: it was empty, the bed made. She must have already got up and left. I wanted to talk to her. Oh well, after last nights dream a shower was in order. Checking the linen closet for a towel and preparing a change of clothes.
A little later because I think we all know how someone takes a shower and gets dressed. Sorry to all those who were looking forward to it. Just imagine
Ring! Ring! That's the door-bell people The door cracked open.
"Sanosuke." Kenshin said shortly, remembering their last conversation. Sanosuke smiled winningly.
"C'mon Kenshin all that's over. I thought we'd go out to breakfast. There's a small coffee shop round the corner." Kenshin smiled, he was very convincing. He quickly grabbed his coat and locked the door.
"Sanosuke?" Kenshin yawned as they walked along the sidewalk.
"Hm?" Typical. Kenshin wondered how to say this.
"Um," he hesitated. Sanosuke started to look concerned.
"What is it Kenshin?"
He swallowed. This is weird and confusing, but maybe he knows who that was. "There was a girl in my bed last night." Sanosuke stifled his laughter.
"Kenshin! You dog!" He crowed, "I didn't know you were that quick!" And laughed at his friends sudden redness.
"I wasn't in the bed with her, jack-ass" He growled. "I found her there and left her there."
"Aw, Kenshin!" Sano disapprovingly "I expected more of you than that." He was going to continue until he saw Kenshin's eyes start to twitch. Which meant trouble if he goaded on, but a sure lot of fun; at least in the brawler's opinion.
He contemplated ways to calm the red head down when he realized he didn't have to. Kenshin had come to a dead stop on the pavement.
"Kenshin?"
He was breathing heavily "Where is that coming from?"
Sanosuke was puzzled "What?" he listened "Oh, the music. From the coffee shop, Kaoru must be playing this morning." Kenshin didn't catch the last part, his ears only heard 'the coffee shop'. There it was, up ahead. The music was getting louder. It was the music from his dream, music from his past. He skidded to a stop peering through the coffee shop's window. What he saw seemed to sink his heart and confuse him even more. There in the coffee shop, sitting quietly, playing beautifully, was the girl from last night.
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So what do you think? I created this and rewrote the first chapter all in one session. I am so tired! Please review! I need some moral support.