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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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A Love Story
“Our books are false by being fragmentary: Their sentences are bon mots and not parts
of natural discourse; childish expressions of surprise or pleasure in nature;
or, worse, owing a brief notoriety to their petulance, or aversion from the
order of nature—being some curiosity or oddity, designedly not in harmony with
nature, and purposely framed to excite surprise, as jugglers do by concealing their
means.”
--Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882)
Takani Megumi, dark
eyes large in her deathly pale face, stared in horrified shock, heart thudding
painfully in her chest as she tried to catch her breath, one hand, long slender
fingers splayed, pressed against her trembling lips, as several heartbeats
passed before she stood and ran to aid her fallen comrade. Falling to her knees, ignoring the dust
smudging her impeccable le kimono and smock, she leaned forward, features tight
with concern, breath still unsteady with shock and fright, and checked for
signs of life in the still form of her friend.
Closing her eyes and drawing in a deep, steadying breath to calm
herself, Megumi relaxed slightly as relief flooded her senses when she pressed
her trembling fingers against the pulse point and felt the steady reassuring
beat, a sure sign of continued life.
“Thank kami-sama!” She whispered
before opening her eyes to look into the concerned green gaze of her
lover. “Aoshi…please go to my room and
bring my medical bag.” She looked down
again and gently brushed strands of hair from her friend’s unnaturally pale
face, studying the still features for a moment before looking up at Shinomori
Aoshi again. “Please hurry.”
Aoshi nodded once,
sharply, in acknowledgement of the urgency reflected in her soft, anxious voice
and fearful dark gaze, before turning and hurrying inside the Aoiya, ignoring
the startled looks he received for his uncharacteristic and unseemly haste,
taking the stairs two at a time until he reached the second floor landing. He swiftly moved down the hall until he was
standing outside the closed shouji of the room Megumi shared with Kamiya
Kaoru. He quickly entered, not
bothering with the customary polite knock, resolving to apologize later, after
he retrieved the black medical bag Megumi needed so desperately to treat her
unconscious patient. Of course, the
knock wasn’t really necessary, as he knew full well that Kaoru wasn’t in the
room. His eyes moved over the small
cramped room, taking in the details and memorizing them for future analysis,
the action automatic and born of long years of practice. A moment later his assessing green gaze fell
on the black bag he’d been set to retrieve.
Grabbing it by its well-worn handles, he turned and hurried back to the
garden and the waiting doctor and her patient.
Megumi looked up as
Aoshi reached her side, offering him a grateful smile as she took the bag he
held out to her. Her smile faded, dark
eyes dimming with renewed worry, as her gaze fell on her prone patient once
again. “Aoshi…Have you seen
Ken-san?” Her voice, usually so vibrant
and full of teasing taunts, emerged as a subdued whisper.
He gaze her a searching
look before answering slowly. “Not
recently, no. Why?” He crouched down beside her, expression
blank, eyes concerned, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, squeezing
gently in silent reassurance. His
eyebrows drew together in a puzzled frown.
Megumi had witnessed Himura Kenshin’s abrupt departure mere moments
before the…incident.
She sighed and reached
up to cover his strong, sword-callused hand with her smaller, softer one, long
slender fingers curving around his, giving and receiving comfort at the simple
contact at the same time. “Someone has
to tell him what happened. He needs to
know.” She turned tear-filled eyes to
the former leader of the Oniwabanshu.
“Would you do it?” Wordlessly he
nodded and stood, striding away in search of the ex-Hitokiri Battousai, hoping
against hope that he’d be in better frame of mind when Aoshi eventually found
him.
**To Be Continued…**
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