Fall from grace
By hye-kyo
Disclaimer: RK isn't mine…
Author's Notes: This is a dialogue heavy fic, not much of a plot…a little too fantastic (who wouldn't remember a girl he has slept with a good number of times?) Anyway, the point is not that anyway, if there is any point in the fic it's up to you guys to look for it. But well, this is just a little drabble that I hope you'd all like…
Read and review!
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Title: Making love
Rating: T
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He had slept with too many women to even remember their names, nor their faces.
She was one of them.
He stood up, put on his pants and shirt and said, "Don't expect too much from me."
She knew she was one of them. The moment she looked at him she knew she was one of them.
"I may not even notice you in a crowd," he said, rather to himself.
She nodded.
He had far too many experiences with women, whether it was the first, the nth or the last. Women are all the same.
It was her first. She nodded again.
He zipped his fly, run a hand through his hair and said, "I don't sleep with the same girl more than once."
She nodded.
For the first time that night he looked at her. He frowned. She only nodded.
She made no move to get up nor to say anything.
He shook his head and left.
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She leaned against her chair, saw the sky lightening up. She thought it was going to rain. She turned towards the raised platform.
"Do you have a pen?"
She looked behind her. She nodded, smiled and handed a pen. It was him.
"Thanks," he said without even looking at her.
She nodded again.
He frowned, looked up and asked, "What's your name?"
"Takahashi Mina," she murmured.
"Ah," and he looked down again.
Of course. He said he wouldn't remember. She turned, looked ahead and saw the platform again.
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She went to the burger joint, ordered a soda and a burger and sat in one corner looking through the glass walls. There were college students at the other side of the street having coffee. She doesn't like coffee. She doesn't enjoy college.
"Hey."
She looked up.
"Could I share a seat?"
It was him.
"Sure." And she pulled her tray to the side.
"I'm Kenshin, you go to the University?" he asked.
She nodded.
He stopped abruptly, looked thoughtful for a moment and then, "Say…have I…" and then he shook his head. "Ah…nothing…"
She took a bite from her burger.
"What's your name?"
"Yamanaka Suzume." And she looked at him.
"Ah," and he simply started eating.
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Sometime in April she went to the Ginza district with her roommate. Her roommate, whom she calls Mi-chan, made her face, picked her clothes for her and made her wear high heels.
They went to a bar in Ginza that night. She picked a lightly spiked juice and Ki-chan got hard drinks. Mi-chan was already drunk by midnight.
He came with a friend at around half past one in the morning. She was sitting beside the drunk Mi-chan who suddenly howled and hooted for him and his friend to come.
Eventually Mi-chan went with his friend. They were left alone to talk.
"Hi," he said, "What's your name?"
She thought, "Miyata Umi."
"Ah…"
And they spend the night together in a love hotel.
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She looked at the platform.
"Hey."
She looked behind.
"You look familiar," he said, frowning.
She shrugged and smiled.
"What's your name?"
"Hikari Sayo."
"Ah…" and he seemed thoughtful for a moment. "I think we had been classmates before."
"Probably," she nodded.
"Kenshin…Himura Kenshin."
"Ah…" she knew. Many times he said his name.
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Sometime in August they met at a beach. He was watching a bonfire from driftwood blaze and crackle in the night. She was watching him watch.
"Hello," he approached her.
"Hello," she nodded.
His brows furrowed. He seemed to think of something but he immediately shook his head.
"I'm Watanabe Miyuki. You are?"
His brows twitched again, "Ah…Himura Kenshin."
"Ah…" she looked away and watched the bonfire again.
That night they went to the hotel together.
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"You look familiar," he said while kissing her.
She nodded.
He stopped again and gazed at her face.
"What is my name?"
"I-I'm sorry…"
"Kamiya Kaoru."
"Ah…"
"That's my real name."
He frowned but continued kissing her.
"After every name I told you. That's the real one." She had fallen in love.
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She watched the platform in front of the class after summer break.
"Come with me."
She looked behind her.
"Come," and he stood up just as the professor came.
She stood up too and followed him.
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They sat on the grass.
"I've seen you many times."
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Many places." She looked up.
"What's your name?"
"For this moment?"
He looked at her.
"I'll give you one. A name you won't remember."
"Give me a name I will remember."
"I already have."
"What?"
"But you've forgotten."
He stopped.
"Do you," she turned to him, "Do you really like this kind of life?"
"I don't," he immediately said.
"I mean your kind of life?"
"Yes. I don't."
"Why? Don't men love sex too much?"
"That's why I'm doing it. Because I don't like it." And he looked irritated.
"You do it because you don't like it?"
"I feel trapped that's why I do it…I do it to get away."
"Haha." She took in a deep breath. "There's always a trap underneath everything, even underneath the traps themselves."
"Yeah…I kind of guessed that already."
She laughed again, "Then why do you still do it?"
"Because I'm looking for something."
"For?" she asked, inching closer.
"For a name I won't forget."
"Too bad I already gave mine."
"Right."
"And you didn't remember it."
"But I remembered your face."
"So? Were you looking for me all this time?"
"Probably."
"Then what is my name?" she asked. She wanted to know.
He didn't answer.
She stood up. "I'm going."
"That's what I hate about women," he said exasperated.
"What?"
"They leave when you don't remember them. They want you to do impossible things."
"Haha." And she walked away.
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She moved somewhere north. She decided it was best to move. After many months she came back and sometime in winter break she saw him.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello," she replied.
"Where have you been?"
"Somewhere."
"Somewhere. Where?"
She shrugged. Does he remember now? She wanted to know.
"I didn't cheat."
"Hn?" she glanced up at him.
"I didn't cheat on two things."
She waited.
He took a deep breath. "First, I didn't ask the registry for your name."
She laughed a soft laugh. "You could cheat. If you want to."
"But that's stupid."
"It's part of the looking process."
His brows furrowed.
"And the second one?"
"I didn't sleep with anyone."
She laughed again, "I said you could cheat."
He looked hard at her.
"I said that it's part of the looking process."
"Then come with me." He held his hand.
"Where?"
"Somewhere."
"Somewhere. Where?"
He shrugged and he brought her home.
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"I've had sex with many women." He whispered as he undressed her in the dark.
She nodded, closed her eyes and brought her palms to rest against his chest.
"But I'm going to make love to only one person."
"What's the difference?"
He took her face in his hand, "The first I don't like doing."
She cocked a brow.
"The latter I love."
"Ah. What made you think so?"
"Don't be so hard on me."
"Don't be so hard on me." Her eyes were trained on him. "Aren't you just bored on having sex with many women that you decided to just make love to one?"
"No."
"Sex…making love. It's all the same to me." She said watching his face contort into a frown.
"How so?"
"I do it with only one man."
The answer must have been too straightforward. His features stiffened.
"Don't be so shocked." She touched the tip of his nose.
"Right," and he kissed her.
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She woke up with him beside her. She sat up, gathered her clothes and started getting dressed when she felt him stir.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm leaving."
"Why?" he sat up and reached out for her hand.
"It's all the same."
"It's not anymore."
"Really?"
"Yes."
She thought. Perhaps she should give it a try.
"So?"
"So do you remember?"
"I think so."
"Then tell me."
He pulled her back into bed. "Will you make love to me again once I tell you?"
"Probably. If it's right." Though she was already keen on telling him whatever name he was going to tell her that it's right.
"Alright. Make love to me Kaoru."
She furrowed her brows.
"Make love to me Kamiya Kaoru." And he had pulled her and brought her back to bed beneath him even before she could respond.
She knew she need not to. She need not even before he asked.
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A/n: So…you know the drill guys…