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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The Blanket Scenario

Hiko & Kaoru

by Chiruken

Chapter 6

Hiko covered his face with one large, sword-callused hand and shook his head in silent disbelief. It was just too unbelievable. He peeked through his fingers and shook his head again. “Hiiikooo-saaan!!!” Hiko winced and pretended to not hear his name being called in such an irritating sing-song voice. “Hiiikooo-saaan!!!” The call sounded again and with a sigh of resignation Hiko raised his head, lowering his hand, and stared at Kaoru as she giggled. “Come dance wi’ me.” She held her hands out to him.

“Not on your life, Kaoru-chan.” He stood and quickly wrapped his weighted white cloak around her slight form again. “Go sit down before you fall down.” Kaoru pouted, obviously displeased with his reply, and refused to cooperate with his efforts to move her closer to the fire…and the floor. Kaoru wriggled out of his grasp and giggled at his disgruntled expression. Hiko rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Kaoru-chan…“ He began with a warning note in his voice.

Kaoru giggled and threw her arms around the thirteenth successor of the Hiten Mitsurugi. “C’mon, Hiko-san! Smiiile!” She grinned up at him and batted her eyelashes.

“Spare me.” Hiko muttered under his breath and pushed her down onto the floor. “Now sit there while I make you some good strong tea.”

“Don’ wan’ tea.” Kaoru pouted and twirled her hair around her finger.

Hiko shrugged, undaunted by her objections, and proceeded to set a full kettle over the fire. “Too bad. You’re getting it anyway.” He turned to face her again and folded his arms over his chest as he glared down at her petulant expression. “If I wouldn’t have washed the linens today, none of this would be happening.” He muttered under his breath. The sorry truth was that every sheet, blanket and towel was currently hanging outside to dry and if he would’ve only put it off for one more day he wouldn’t have been forced to give Kaoru the sake to drink. Which meant she wouldn’t be drooping down onto his floor right now. With an irritated sigh he reached down and grasped the back of his white cloak, hauling Kaoru back up into a sitting position. “Try not to drool on my cloak, Kaoru-chan.”

Kaoru scowled up at Hiko and blinked blurrily to bring his two images into focus. “For your information, I don’t drool.” She said with haughty dignity.

With an amused chuckle Hiko reached down and swiped at her chin. “Oh yeah? Then what’s this?”

Kaoru gasped and automatically reached up to wipe the offending drool from her face. When her hand encountered cool, dry skin she glared up at the older man. “Tha’s not funny, Hiko-san.”

Hiko laughed again at her disgruntled expression. “Actually, I thought it was very amusing, Kaoru-chan.”

“You’re rotten.” Kaoru muttered under her breath and turned away from his laughing black eyes, chin tilted at a familiar stubborn angle.

Hiko shook his head and turned back to the fire to check on the pot of water. It was beginning to steam, but it would still be a few minutes before it was hot enough to brew tea. He crossed to a cupboard and pulled out a tea pot with a matching cup…one of his own creations and a very nice one at that, if he were to say so himself. He grinned at the thought and reached for the jar containing the tea. He grin faded and was replaced by a scowl when he pulled the jar out. After drawing in a deep breath he blew on the jar, an alarming cloud of dust billowing up around his head. Coughing fitfully, he waved his free hand, dispelling the dust cloud. “Does tea have a shelf life?” He muttered and removed the lid. He sniffed experimentally and shrugged. It smelled fine to him. “Oh well. If I boil the water it should be all right.” He turned to return to the pot and jumped, nearly dropping the jar and his precious hand made tea set.

Kaoru glared up at him. “What are you muttering about, Hiko-san? What about boiling water and shelf lives?”

Hiko suppressed a shudder and pasted his patented sparkling grin firmly in place. The girl was positively frightening when she wore that expression. “Nothing for you to worry about, Kaoru-chan. Nothing at all.” Kaoru scowled, clearly not believing him. His smile faded and he gave her his sternest look. “Go sit down.”

“You’re hiding something.” She folded her arms over her chest and glared up at him, not intimidated in the slightest.

“And you’re an irritating drunk.” Hiko muttered under his breath as he set the tray back onto the counter before turning back to her and meeting her challenging blue gaze with his implacable black stare.

“And don’t try that intimidating stare on me, Hiko-san. It won’t work.”

Hiko nodded slowly in pleasant agreement as he stepped closer until he was towering above her diminutive form. Giving her his more ferocious scowl, he planted his fists on his hips. “GET BACK TO THE FIRE NOW!” He roared in his best the-master-swordsman-REALLY-means-business-now tone, feeling grim satisfaction as Kaoru jumped with a frightened squeak before turning and hurrying back to the fire.

“Just so you know, I’m not scared of you, Hiko-san!” She lifted her chin bravely. “It’s just that my feet are tired.”

Hiko choked and turned away quickly to hide his laughter. He wondered if his baka deshi realized just how amusing Kamiya Kaoru truly was. Probably not. He answered his own question silently. Knowing Kenshin, he more than likely avoided getting her drunk at all…almost as if her were afraid of her in that state. Sometimes he really wondered about his baka deshi.

**To Be Continued…**

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