Painted Chord
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This is my first ever fic, so please feel free to rip it apart with reviews! I want to hear some feedback!
infidelmaki-
Disclaimer: cries I don't own them...but more importantly..I don't own Kenshin! sob sob ;;
Summary: An artist meets the guitarist of her dreams, the only problem is he has a split personailty disorder. So who is Kaoru really in love with? Kenshin, or his split personality 'Shinta'? (AU, KK, AMi, SMeg-- Rated T)
Chapter One:
Dazed and Confused
by Maki
Kaoru let the rare summer breeze invade her open apartment window. The sweet air sent a chill down her spine as she gently closed her eyes. She leaned foward on her stool and lost her balance, flying face-first into her easel, mushing the smelly oil paints into her ebony hair. She now laid on the floor, chunks of lavendar and red paint clinging to her hair (which was previously tied in a high ponytail...until she fell . )
Kaoru supported her weight with her arms over her painting so she wouldn't completely ruin it. She smiled down at the smiling face of a red headed man wearing a pink gi and white hakama. His violet eyes seemed all too real for a painting. Kaoru found herself blushing and looking deeply into his eyes.
"Why am I always painting you? You don't exist..." her voice trailed off as she heard the doorbell buzz in her ear.
Kenshin held his guitar pick in his mouth as he adjusted the knobs on the guitar's head. Running his right hand through his flaming red hair, he moved his left up the guitar neck and rested his fingers on the first few frets. He let out a sigh and glanced over his shoulder. Where the hell are those guys already? His eyes narrowed as he began to warm up.
"They're always so late, those worthless pieces of..."
"Oi! Kenshin!" came the thundering voice of his bird headed friend. Kenshin's eyes quickly changed from amber to violet as he plastered a smile onto his face.
"Sano! awesome you came!" Sanosuke sweatdropped and looked up at a nearby wall clock. 5:01...he said to be here at 5...I'm...one minute late..yep. Sano turned to his silly friend with an apprehensive look in his eye.
"Sanosuke what's wrong?" I'm afraid you're gonna go all crazy on my ass you schizo...
"Sano don't worry I took my meds today. Just becuase you're a minute late doesn't mean my other personality is going to show up unexpectedly."
Sano let out a sigh of relief and trotted happily over to a nearby drum set. He quickly slipped off his white jean jacket with the character for bad on it and took out a pair of drum sticks from his jeans' back pocket. Kenshin chuckeled at his odd behavior.
"Sano, why so happy this time? It's just like any of our other gigs." Sano began to tighten the snares as he looked up at his friend with a smirk and wild look in his eye.
"Yes well...someone special is going to be in the audience tonight. A certain...Yukishiro Tomoe..." Kenshin's eyes widened at the sound of the woman's name. The goddess of the music biz, the heir to Tokugawa Records, the all too popular record label. Kenshin had seen her on magazine covers, and even on the streets of his beloved city (which is Manhattan by the way .) She was a true Japanese beauty, with long black hair, pale skin, and a sophisticated coolness that could conquer any man. Although she was five years his senior, Tomoe had already won Kenshin's heart. Too bad she had no idea who he was...well...after tonight maybe not.
Kaoru was greeted by the pounce of a mad weasel girl. Accepting the attack as a show of affection, Kaoru managed to wiggle out of Misao's grip quickly.
"Kao-chan!" Misao yelped.
"Mi-chan what's up?" Kaoru giggled.
"Kaoru what d'ya mean? I'm here to help you get ready for that indie concert tonight." Kaoru's eyes widened and she slapped her head.
"Kuso Misao I totally forgot. Gomen nasai, just go to the concert with out me." Kaoru blushed. Misao pouted and retreated down the hall. Kaoru's curiousity followed Misao with her eyes down the hall of the apartment building. Almost instantly, Misao exploded out of no where with two suitcases, a large duffelbag, a folded director's chair, and a blender.
"Umm..Misao..what the hell..." Misao's eyes were closed with determination and her nose was up in the air. Kaoru's eyes dialated. She knew what was going to happen next.
"Get in your room. I'm going to give you a makeover. SCOOT!" She yelled so that she woke the dead. Kaoru was whipped into the director's chair while Misao plugged in the blender. What in God's name is she going to do with that blender...No...I don't wanna know.
"This blender is for daiquiris silly." Misao grinned.
"Mi-chan I can't drink Alcohol...You know I'm allergic.."
"No problem Kao-chan. It's virgin don't you worry." Misao always did look out for her friend. At parties, clubs, everywhere. She was totally in 'mom-mode' at these occasions, and was not afraid to 'test' drinks for alcohol...However most drinks did end up leaving Misao tipsy and forced Kaoru to drive the poor girl home. Her heart was in the right place, but it just drove Kaoru to not drink or eat anything at parties anymore. She didn't want Misao to get totally drunk...even if the results were hysterical.
In a matter of minutes, Kaoru was finished and Misao was starting to work on herself. Kaoru bounced from the chair and looked at herself in her full-length mirror.
Her hair was down, and flipped at the ends. Her eyelids were shadowed a smoky grey that brought out her deep navy eyes. Her lips shimmered a light coral, completing a natural look. Misao had added a little bit of light rose blush to her cheeks, which really shaped her face nicely. Misao was an artist with makeup just as Kaoru was a beautician with paint. Kaoru turned to her bed, where Misao had miraculously laid out her clothing. A purple and brown paisly-print tank top, a short sage green corduroy mini skirt, and chocolate brown thong sandals. On top of the skirt lay a pair of rusty colored hindu-styled dangling earrings, a few similar bangles and assorted rings. Misao really knew Kaoru's taste in clothing, she was the perfect stylist. Kaoru smiled and grabbed the clothing in a bundled heap. Turning to Misao she saw that the girl was already dressed and eager to leave. Kaoru marveled at her outfit: Bright purple eyeshadow, a deep navy tank, and purple and black plaid capris. The girl was also wearing a pair of bright purple combat boots, and what seemed to be millions of silver bangles and belts that outlined her waist and arms. She threw on a pair of dark black aviator sunglasses to complete her look.
"Ah Kao-chan, look I got you a pair too!" The genki girl fished around her pockets and pulled out a pair of lavendar aviators. She tossed them to Kaoru and grabbed her purse. Kaoru shoved the sunglasses on and playfully pulled them down slightly in front of her mirror.
"Thanks so much Mi-chan! These things are so awesome! They'll distract me the whole concert!" She chuckled and grabbed her large shoulder bag from underneath her bag. Grabbing her drawing pad and box of pencils, she was now fully dressed and ready to leave.
"Kao-chan, why are you bringing your drawing stuff? Classes start soon, you don't want to waste that before your figure drawing course." there she went, into 'mom-mode'...
"Misao don't worry. The pamphlet said to explore during the summer, and draw whatever interested me so we could discuss it during class next year. I love musicians, it would awesome to sketch one." Misao smiled.
"Draw a bishie for me then!" She cheered. Kaoru smiled and giggled. Duh! Of course I'm going to silly...she mused. Misao handed her a virgin daiquiri, and the two friends left for the concert.
A/N: Please feel free to tear this baby apart with any kind of review you want. This is my first fic, so I'm totally excited and anticipating some feedback. Does it suck as much I think it does? Do you actually think it's not bad? Is it good? XDD
Next Chapter: Communication Breakdown
The concert commences and Kaoru finally sets eyes on the samurai she sees in her dreams.
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