Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original
Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony
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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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Kaoru sighed and pulled her haori closed tighter against the chill wind
with a shiver. She was glad that she’d
had the forethought to bring the haori though the day began bright and
hot. After that episode in Otsu with
Aoshi, she’d learned her lesson about being prepared. She was glad for it now.
She frowned at the rapidly darkening
sky glimpsed through the treetops and clutched her basket tightly. “Not good.”
Her voice was drowned out by a loud crack of thunder. She jumped despite herself, eyes wide with
alarm and turned to hurry back the way she’d come. She’d seen an old, dilapidated building while gathering mushrooms. It couldn’t be that far away.
Lightening flashed, illuminating the
dim forest followed by rain. Kaoru
scowled and quickened her pace until she was running. These sudden summer showers were always a nuisance, but today
most of all. She had to get these
mushroom home. Kenshin needed them for
dinner.
Kaoru shook her head in an attempt
to clear wet hair from her eyes and failed to see a tree root directly in front
of her. The root caught her foot and
held tightly. Kaoru cried out in pain
and alarm as her ankle twisted painfully to the side and she fell, face first
into the mud. She pushed herself slowly
to her knees, wiping the muck from her face.
Suddenly, she stiffened with a cry of outrage. “My mushrooms!”
She looked around frantically for the
basket and blinked in surprise when she spotted a pair of mud covered
western-style boots. She followed the
boots up to dark blue uniform-trouser clad long legs. With a sinking heart she just knew whom they belonged to. Her eyes continued upwards and she winced at
the voice that spoke, so familiar in its obnoxious and arrogant tones. “Graceful as ever, I see. Are you in need of assistance, Kaoru-chan?”
“Saito.” She acknowledged him through gritted teeth. “Don’t call me ‘chan’.”
“Is this what you’re looking
for?” He held out her basket, dangling
it from one finger. He acknowledged
inwardly that the girl looked positively pathetic in her current state. She was drenched and covered in mud from the
top of her bow-tied ponytail to the tip of her tabi-clad toes.
Kaoru nodded and pushed herself to
her feet only to fall over with a cry of pain as her ankle protested her
weight. “Ow ow ow!” Tears filled her eyes as her ankle throbbed.
Saito frowned, concerned despite
himself. The girl was annoying at the
best of times and downright aggravating the rest of the time, but still, she
was obviously in need of his assistance.
He sighed inwardly. He could do
no other than to help regardless of his personal dislike of the irritating
girl. He reached down and lifted her by
her arms, somewhat surprised at how small she was. “Come. There is shelter
nearby.”
Kaoru yelped when he set her on her
feet. “Um…Saito…I don’t think I can
walk.” She ducked her head to hide her
flushed face. It was embarrassing to
have to admit to any weakness…especially to this man.
Saito rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” The next instant he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder,
turning to stride towards the house he’d passed earlier. He ignored her muffled but strident protests
as he scooped up the basket of mushrooms again.
“S-Saito!” Kaoru protested breathlessly as the air was forced out of her
lungs. “Put me down!”
Saito snorted derisively. “What’s the point? You couldn’t walk two steps without falling, tanuki girl.
Unless, of course, you enjoy wallowing in the mud. In which case perhaps I should call you buta girl.”
Kaoru felt her temperature rise as
her anger grew. How dare he insult her
in that mocking tone of his? Sure, she
knew he was right. She couldn’t walk,
not with a twisted ankle. But did he
have to be such an obnoxious jerk about it?
**To Be Continued…**
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Author’s Notes:
1.No, this isn’t an alternate pairing. (Yikes! Could you
imagine? >shudder< I don’t WANT to imagine that!)
2.Yesterday I took a walk on the wild side! I tried sushi…real honest to goodness
sushi. It was pretty good. (Considering I hate fish at the best of
times, this is saying a lot.) My favorite
was the Salmon. It had a nice texture
and good flavor (didn’t even smell fishy).
I have to say, though, everything I read about wasabi is TRUE! USE WITH CAUTION! Wow! I can understand
why, in Japanese sushi bars, they call the stuff “namida” (meaning
“tears”). It’s powerful stuff! (BTW, I found all the info about Japan not
by going there, but by reading Tour Guide Books. It’ll have to do until I can actually get there in person.)
3.Yet again, expect short chapter in this story, too.
4.Also expect Saito and Kaoru to be kinda OOC.
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Definitions:
haori:
short jacket worn over kimono
Kaoru-chan:
little Kaoru [-chan is used after a person’s given name to express
intimacy and affection; -chan is also used as a diminutive for children and
pets]
tabi:
Japanese-style socks (split-toed socks)
tanuki: raccoon-like animal indigenous to Japan
buta: 1. pig; swine. 2.
despicable person