Rurouni
Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original
Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony
Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the
sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
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His expression
brightens instantly as he nods. “I can
prepare the tea if you’d like to get comfortable, that I can.” Before I can form a protest he’s hurrying
towards the kitchen.
I sit on the engawa, modestly arranging
my sleeping yukata…or at lest trying to.
I frown down at the material and tug my braid in irritation. I should purchase a new one. I’ve had this yukata for a while and I seem
to be out growing it.
A short time later
Kenshin returns balancing a tray with cups and pot on it. He looks up and halts in mid step and looks
at me with wide-eyes, a faint blush creeping into his face before he looks away
again. He clears his throat almost
nervously before speaking, keeping his eyes averted as he sits beside me,
carefully maintaining a more than modest distance from me. “It is
lovely night, is it not?”
I frown at him and
take the cup he’s holding out to me.
“Yes, it is. Is something
wrong?”
He shakes his
head. “Oh no, Kaoru-dono.” My frown deepens. He sounds too innocent and he’s still avoiding looking at me.
I look down at
myself and feel a humiliated flush rush into my face. My too small yukata isn’t leaving much to the imagination. I set my cup aside and press my hands to my
flaming cheeks. “Oh dear.” I whisper the words wishing the ground would
open up and swallow me, putting me out of my misery.
He coughs into his
hand and stands abruptly, turning his back to me. A moment later he shrugs out of his gi and hands it to me. “Perhaps it’s a little cool still, is it
not? The chill of spring still lingers
despite the warmth of the days, that it does.”
I arrange his gi
over myself, hiding my unintentional immodesty. “Thank you.” He resumes
his seat and smiles at me quickly before retrieving his cup. I take a deep breath and turn to face him
fully. “I’m sorry, Kenshin.” He looks a little uncertain and remains
silent, offering me a hesitant smile.
“For hitting you earlier today and attacking you tonight.” I clarify when he continues to look
confused.”
His smile widens
and he shakes his head emphatically.
“You don’t need to apologize, Kaoru-dono. It was an accident, that it was.
I should not have startled you as I did.”
I scowl at him
peevishly. “Are you always so polite?”
He looks surprised
and bewildered. “It is not to your
liking?”
I sigh in
exasperation. “It’s frustrating, that’s
what it is. Kenshin, you did nothing to
provoke…“
“I know that,
Kaoru-dono.” He quickly interrupts,
breaking his usual pattern of infuriating politeness. “However, what’s done is done with no lasting damage. Why dwell on something so harmless? Everyone must vent their frustrations some
how.” His smile widens into a
grin. “I do admit your methods are
surprisingly unorthodox, but if that’s your way to alleviate your tension, who
am I to argue?” He rubs his head with a
slight grimace. “However, if that is
how you work off your anger, I must humbly request that you use something a
little less solid than the water bucket.
It left a nasty little bump, that it did.”
Is he saying he
doesn’t care if I hit him? I scratch my
head, puzzled by his odd behavior. “Um…what
would you suggest then?”
He looks up at the
sky, a pensive expression on his face.
“In truth I would suggest using an inanimate object as a target. However, if it’s more…um…satisfying to use
me for your target, might I suggest something softer? Your damaged bokken perhaps?”
I press my lips
together in an attempt to hold in my amusement, but a giggle escapes despite my
efforts. “You’re the only person I know
who wouldn’t be angry about what I did.
Why is that?”
“Why should I be
angry, Kaoru-dono?” He shrugs and more
tea into my cup. “We all have odd
quirks. You hit things when you’re
upset and I was things to relieve my tension.”
I blink in surprise. In that
case, he must be very tense. He
gestures at me vaguely. “You choose to
sleep in a small yukata and I choose to sleep fully dressed. You sleep in your futon and I choose to
sleep sitting up. We each have our own
ways of doing things, that we do.”
“You sleep sitting
up? Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
He shakes his
head. “Not really. I’ve been doing it for years, so I’m used to
it.” He looks into his cup, frowning
slightly. “Kaoru-dono, why did you ask
me to stay?”
**To Be Continued…**
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Author’s Notes:
1.All righty! I’m on a
role! Part 3! Yippee!
2.This takes place some time between when Kenshin first comes to
live at the Kamiya Doujou and when Yahiko enters the picture.
3.Still a bit more…nearly finished though. Thanks for bearing with me!