Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Coincidence ❯ Jasmine ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Fire Kitten 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.16.2010 | Updated On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 527 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.16.2010 | Updated On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 527 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: This is just something I thought up and I really wanted get off my chest and down in writing. I’m not sure where this story is going and I don’t whether the characters will be OOC or not, I guess I can leave to you guys to decide how OOC they are. Well, I hope you like it and Enjoy ^_^
Disclaimer: *sigh* It’s pretty obvious I don’t own Rurouni Kenshin (after all I am writing a ‘FanFic’). So this is the only time I’m writing this.
Summary: Modern day. They accidentally met one day, just two strangers drawn to one another. However, unknown to either, their lives are very much interlaced… is it fate, a scheme, or truly just a coincidence? KxK
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Jasmine
He walked down the street along with many others in the populated city. Strangely enough, the city is where one could feel the most anonymous, and that’s the way he liked it. Although, he preferred going about at night, finding it better for the kind of man he was, and for the kinds of things he does. At night it was, of course, conveniently easier to hide amongst the shadows.
Yes, the night was his ally.
However, today was different. He opted for walking instead of taking his car or sports bike, during broad daylight no less, needing to do some quick errands before heading back to his apartment.
Sighing, he continued walking, feeling as if he should have in fact taken his car instead.
The stroll was doing him some good though, clearing his mind. Normally when he drove, he would re-think and remember all of the things he has gone through, things he has done, like going through flashbacks. Strange how that happens, when you zone off while driving, conducing an automobile being second nature.
It could very well be the same with walking though, but not for him.
He took in a deep breath, taking in the cool autumn air. On second thought, maybe it was a good idea to go on foot today. Hell, he should have done this a long time ago, especially seeing how therapeutic it was turning out to be.
Perhaps he should just leave everything he knows behind and just start walking about, see where that takes him. Just wander around; get redemption, get centered, get some peace. Could he do that? It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Then he can come back whenever he pleased.
What a perfect solution to such an imperfect life.
A vibrating brought him out of his thoughts. He reached over his back pocket and pulled out his phone, sliding it open and reading the message.
‘MIDNIGHT OLD CATHEDRAL’
‘Great.’ he thought to himself. The message was anonymous and as soon as he read it he erased it, placing his phone back in his pocket, and all the while feeling for his GP handgun he had placed on the back of his pants. He never left home without a weapon in hand; you never know what could happen or who you could bump into. He didn’t care so much for fire arms but it was much easier to hide in comparison to a katana. No, he much rather remain inconspicuous.
He was already not looking forward to that night.
Continuing at a regular pace, he tried to clear his mind again.
He took in everything that was the city; the noise, the sight, the feel, the smell. The smell?
He took a whiff of the air. Every smell seemed to be right, a combination of smog from the cars, grass and leaves from the park, fruits from vendors, perspiration from people, and… jasmine?
‘Hmmm… intriguing.’ he thought. Jasmine was secretly his favorite scent, however delicate it was. It was his idea of what made up the essence of a woman. He couldn’t deny to himself that he liked women; he could almost be considered a womanizer… almost.
Looking down at his watch he saw that he was early and decided to not rush himself.
Following his nose he came to the corner of the side walk, the street lights indicating that pedestrians shouldn’t cross yet.
Finally, he found where the sweet smell was coming from. In front of him was a woman with long, black hair, held up into a pony-tail by an indigo ribbon. She had sunglasses sitting on her head, thick bangs seeming to hold them in place. He looked at her up and down; she wore dark jeans with black boots going over them, and a faded black leather jacket. He also noticed her grey messenger she carried across her shoulder.
‘Probably a college student.’ he thought to himself as he, along with the rest of the people, waited for the streets lights to change.
Attaining a bit more courage, he leaned closer to the young female, to see if he can get a better smell of her, enjoying the distraction he found for the day.
He took another deep breath; the engaging, exotic aroma filling his nostrils.
The dark haired woman shifted, slightly turning her head to her left, and he leaned back. She probably subconsciously felt that her personal space was being invaded.
He grinned, amused.
However, he did observe her facial features when she turned, first of all noticing her long, dark eyelashes that outlined clear sapphire eyes; followed by a small slightly upturned nose and plushy pink lips.
She reached over into her messenger bag and took out a device, pushed a button, and put it back. Her head slightly bobbed, and he then noticed that she had earphones on, as well as small silver hoop earrings hanging from her ears.
He vaguely wondered what kind of music she was listening to, as the lights turned and the pedestrians waiting crossed the street in unison, he following the herd, and the dark haired woman.
He made sure that he was a good distance away, watching her as she made her way down the street. There was a rhythmical sway of her hips as she walked that he found truly enjoyable.
Yes, walking was definitely the best choice today.
He never followed women, unless he was hired to do so, but he hadn’t had fun in a while, and this was harmless. It wasn’t like he was going to spark up a conversation with her or stalk her. That morning would probably the only time he’d ever see her.
She followed the stairs that lead down to the sub-way, he trailing behind.
The subway cars were full, having them squeeze by and hold on to the railing as they stood up to hold their balance.
This was when he took advantage as he stood as close to her as was possibly permitted. However, it was a bit unnerving that a man could get that close to a woman and they not notice.
He took more time to notice she wore a breezy, strappy cotton shirt and silver necklace with a small key hung lightly around her neck. She was rather thin, but not frail. He could tell through her jeans that she exercised regularly. So she was physically strong, and curvy.
He didn’t stare; he just took side glimpses of her.
She seemed distracted and lost into whatever song she was listening to. Perhaps, like him, she liked the walk to clear off her mind.
The subway car abruptly paused, having most of the passengers stumble from the action.
She didn’t hold on the railing tightly enough and ended slightly falling on him.
As a gentle man, he got a hold of her, preventing a fall.
She placed her hand on his chest and lightly pushed away.
The young lady only politely smiled up as if giving him a ‘Thanks’ to the help he provided. However, she did a double-take on him, something about him catching her eyes. She looked up at him and took in his features, just the way he had taken in hers. Her eyebrows came down, frowning a bit and once she noticed how she was gaping at him her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly looked away. She went back to her original position, getting a tighter hold of the railing this time.
He grinned at this; he always received that reaction from the opposite sex. It was good to know that he captivated her as much as she to him, too bad it wouldn’t go further than their short ‘run in’ that very moment.
A little longer and the subway came to a complete stop. She made her way out, but he decided to stay. That had been entertaining… for a while.
He looked down at his watch. He really needed to get all his errands done.
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A spiky-haired brunette whipped the bar counter. He was wearing his signature white wife beater with a white shirt with the kanji character ‘Evil’ on the back, along with some jeans and dark shoes.
It was still early at night and JJ’s bar only had a few customers; something the young bartender wasn’t too happy about. Some loners sat along the bar while a few other played pool toward the back. At the center of the bar was a dance floor that was only used on weekends whenever the ‘younger crowd’ came in, filling the rather small bar up with barely legal kids that can hardly hold their liquor, but nonetheless he made good tip money off of them. Unfortunately, tonight seemed to be looking like a slow night
The front door opened and in walked in one of his weekday regulars. He usually came in when it was the slowest and he always made sure to leave Sano a big fat tip. So, of course, this red-headed guy was one of his favorite customers.
He came up and took a seat by the bar, as usual, in an irritable mood.
“Hey, what’ll it be tonight?”
“The usual.”
“Double Jack on the rocks coming right up.”
Sano turned around and quickly made the drink. Taking a beverage napkin, he placed that down in front of the smaller male with his drink following it.
“Any business tonight?”
Dark mauve eyes looked up at him, warning him that he should mind his own affairs.
Sano snickered with understanding, “Right. Let me know if I can get you anything else.”
The kick-boxer by day, bartender by night, had some suspicions about what the red-headed was involved in. He’d always come in with a mood from hell, dressed in dark colors, mostly black. There was once when he’d seen his katana, but he was sure he carried it around more than just once. He would only have a couple drinks, which, Sano guesses, was just to loosen him up a bit without feeling a buzz. While drinking he would never look up, just stared intently at his drink as his thick bangs covered his eyes, shielding himself from the rest of the world. He could very well be looking at his surroundings from behind those bangs, but Sano could never be too certain. He only spoke when he wanted another drink and/or when he would get up and pay, telling Sano he could ‘Keep the rest’, referring to his tip.
He was a mystery, but he liked the bartender/customer relationship they had going and didn’t want much else to do to with apparent dangerous and shadowy man.
The front door opened as a couple more people came in.
Sitting at the bar, the red-head listened, not wanting to drop his guard, but continued to look down at his drink.
He heard one person sit down at the opposite side of the bar and the other go to the pool area, apparently meeting up with some friends.
The bartender, he knew was named Sano, went toward the new guest.
He didn’t mind the spiky-haired brunette, one of the reasons he frequented that bar. Also, Sano’s pour was heavy, obviously making his drinks strong. He knew that the tall bartender trained by day to become a professional UFC fighter and he also knew that he was good.
“What’ll it be, Missy?”
“Colorado Bulldog, shaken, please.”
He heard as Sano went to make the drink; some glasses clinging against each other, ice being scooped, ingredients being poured, shaken, and served.
A sweet smell hit his nose. He sniffed the air, instantly recognizing the scent; jasmine.
He looked over at the other end of the bar. It was none other than the young woman he had seen that morning. What were the odds of that?
The small female sill wore what she had on earlier that day. Except, she reached over to the back of her hair and pulled on the indigo ribbon, letting her dark strands loose.
He decided that he liked her hair better that way.
“So, what’s new with you, Missy?”
“Nothing. Same stuff, just different day.”
“I hear ya. Have you seen that friend of yours? The Fox?”
“No, but if I do I’ll make sure to give her your message.” she smiled over at him.
Her voice. It was creamy, and feminine, something else that he liked about her. Although it could be that whatever attraction he felt toward her were bringing out those good qualities and dismissing the bad ones.
Violet eyes didn’t move as he watched them converse. Sano placed his elbows on the bar counter as he leaned on them, getting closer to the blue-eyed beauty. Only faint whispers could be heard from them.
He couldn’t help but glare at the two, wondering if they were involved as something more than barkeep and client. Plus, he had a feeling that they were talking about him.
It was really none of his business and why should he care whether people talked about him or not. So, he went back to look at his glass, his drink almost finished. He drank the last of it and was about to order another, but Sano beat him to it as he placed a second double Jack in front of him.
“Compliments from the lady.” Sano told him, grinning from ear to ear, as he nodded his head toward the raven haired woman from that morning.
He looked over at her, meeting her reflective azure eyes.
She stood up from her seat; messenger bag and drink in hand and made her way toward him. Their eyes were locked on each other. His gaze didn’t leave hers and she didn’t drop her line of sight from him. She took a seat next to him and gave him a once over, taking in his appearance.
“You’re the guy from the subway this morning, right?”
“Possibly.”
She smiled unbelievingly at him, “Possibly? Well, it’s not every day you see red-headed, lavender-eyed man.”
“Good point.” he answered, finding her smile addictive as he grinned back at her.
“You probably thought I was rude. I didn’t even say thank you.”
“There’s really no need.”
“Nonsense. It’s a good thing I bumped into you again or how else could I have shown my appreciation and sincere apology?”
“Just for preventing a fall? I should do this more often.” he joked.
She laughed, “You’re right. It’s a bit exaggerated, isn’t it?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not complaining. It’s not every day a beautiful woman buys a guy a drink.”
She playfully glared at him, “You’re a modern day Casanova aren’t you?”
“What makes you think that?”
“There’s this… hmm…charming, confident, smooth appeal about you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mm-hmm. But I can be wrong.”
“So much for first impressions.”
She laughed again, and he was finding himself liking the sound.
“So, what’s your name?”
He hesitated for a minute, debating whether he wanted to give her his name as he looked into her eyes and searched her ki.
“Kenshin Himura.”
“Kenshin?” she extended her hand to him, “It’s nice to meet you.”
He took her hand and shook it, finding her shake firm, strong but not too empowering.
Her eyes went down to look at her cell, checking the time.
“Well, I have to go.” she said as she stood up and swung her bag over her head so it can lie across her shoulder.
“I hope we’ll run into each other again, Mr. Himura.” she playfully said as she downed the rest of her drink and started making her way out.
“I hope so, too. But, I didn’t catch your name.”
She was right by the door, but she turned around to give him a teasingly devilish smile, “I didn’t give it.” she said, and exited JJ’s Bar, leaving a trail of jasmine behind her.
‘Whoa. Seriously?’ he thought. Kenshin wasn’t expecting that.
“So, it’s Kenshin, right?” Sano asked behind him, interrupting any brewing thoughts.
Kenshin turned around to look at the taller male.
“I can find out a few things about her for you if you want. Just tell me what you’d like to know.”
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A/N: I know, so far nothing exciting, but it is just the first chapter. I tried not to say any names during this chapter. It was mostly ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns being used around. I was trying to keep the characters anonymous, but who was I kidding, it’s obvious who I was writing about right? I just hope I didn’t get too repetitive. Well, let me know what you think and review. ^_^
Disclaimer: *sigh* It’s pretty obvious I don’t own Rurouni Kenshin (after all I am writing a ‘FanFic’). So this is the only time I’m writing this.
Summary: Modern day. They accidentally met one day, just two strangers drawn to one another. However, unknown to either, their lives are very much interlaced… is it fate, a scheme, or truly just a coincidence? KxK
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO
Jasmine
He walked down the street along with many others in the populated city. Strangely enough, the city is where one could feel the most anonymous, and that’s the way he liked it. Although, he preferred going about at night, finding it better for the kind of man he was, and for the kinds of things he does. At night it was, of course, conveniently easier to hide amongst the shadows.
Yes, the night was his ally.
However, today was different. He opted for walking instead of taking his car or sports bike, during broad daylight no less, needing to do some quick errands before heading back to his apartment.
Sighing, he continued walking, feeling as if he should have in fact taken his car instead.
The stroll was doing him some good though, clearing his mind. Normally when he drove, he would re-think and remember all of the things he has gone through, things he has done, like going through flashbacks. Strange how that happens, when you zone off while driving, conducing an automobile being second nature.
It could very well be the same with walking though, but not for him.
He took in a deep breath, taking in the cool autumn air. On second thought, maybe it was a good idea to go on foot today. Hell, he should have done this a long time ago, especially seeing how therapeutic it was turning out to be.
Perhaps he should just leave everything he knows behind and just start walking about, see where that takes him. Just wander around; get redemption, get centered, get some peace. Could he do that? It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Then he can come back whenever he pleased.
What a perfect solution to such an imperfect life.
A vibrating brought him out of his thoughts. He reached over his back pocket and pulled out his phone, sliding it open and reading the message.
‘MIDNIGHT OLD CATHEDRAL’
‘Great.’ he thought to himself. The message was anonymous and as soon as he read it he erased it, placing his phone back in his pocket, and all the while feeling for his GP handgun he had placed on the back of his pants. He never left home without a weapon in hand; you never know what could happen or who you could bump into. He didn’t care so much for fire arms but it was much easier to hide in comparison to a katana. No, he much rather remain inconspicuous.
He was already not looking forward to that night.
Continuing at a regular pace, he tried to clear his mind again.
He took in everything that was the city; the noise, the sight, the feel, the smell. The smell?
He took a whiff of the air. Every smell seemed to be right, a combination of smog from the cars, grass and leaves from the park, fruits from vendors, perspiration from people, and… jasmine?
‘Hmmm… intriguing.’ he thought. Jasmine was secretly his favorite scent, however delicate it was. It was his idea of what made up the essence of a woman. He couldn’t deny to himself that he liked women; he could almost be considered a womanizer… almost.
Looking down at his watch he saw that he was early and decided to not rush himself.
Following his nose he came to the corner of the side walk, the street lights indicating that pedestrians shouldn’t cross yet.
Finally, he found where the sweet smell was coming from. In front of him was a woman with long, black hair, held up into a pony-tail by an indigo ribbon. She had sunglasses sitting on her head, thick bangs seeming to hold them in place. He looked at her up and down; she wore dark jeans with black boots going over them, and a faded black leather jacket. He also noticed her grey messenger she carried across her shoulder.
‘Probably a college student.’ he thought to himself as he, along with the rest of the people, waited for the streets lights to change.
Attaining a bit more courage, he leaned closer to the young female, to see if he can get a better smell of her, enjoying the distraction he found for the day.
He took another deep breath; the engaging, exotic aroma filling his nostrils.
The dark haired woman shifted, slightly turning her head to her left, and he leaned back. She probably subconsciously felt that her personal space was being invaded.
He grinned, amused.
However, he did observe her facial features when she turned, first of all noticing her long, dark eyelashes that outlined clear sapphire eyes; followed by a small slightly upturned nose and plushy pink lips.
She reached over into her messenger bag and took out a device, pushed a button, and put it back. Her head slightly bobbed, and he then noticed that she had earphones on, as well as small silver hoop earrings hanging from her ears.
He vaguely wondered what kind of music she was listening to, as the lights turned and the pedestrians waiting crossed the street in unison, he following the herd, and the dark haired woman.
He made sure that he was a good distance away, watching her as she made her way down the street. There was a rhythmical sway of her hips as she walked that he found truly enjoyable.
Yes, walking was definitely the best choice today.
He never followed women, unless he was hired to do so, but he hadn’t had fun in a while, and this was harmless. It wasn’t like he was going to spark up a conversation with her or stalk her. That morning would probably the only time he’d ever see her.
She followed the stairs that lead down to the sub-way, he trailing behind.
The subway cars were full, having them squeeze by and hold on to the railing as they stood up to hold their balance.
This was when he took advantage as he stood as close to her as was possibly permitted. However, it was a bit unnerving that a man could get that close to a woman and they not notice.
He took more time to notice she wore a breezy, strappy cotton shirt and silver necklace with a small key hung lightly around her neck. She was rather thin, but not frail. He could tell through her jeans that she exercised regularly. So she was physically strong, and curvy.
He didn’t stare; he just took side glimpses of her.
She seemed distracted and lost into whatever song she was listening to. Perhaps, like him, she liked the walk to clear off her mind.
The subway car abruptly paused, having most of the passengers stumble from the action.
She didn’t hold on the railing tightly enough and ended slightly falling on him.
As a gentle man, he got a hold of her, preventing a fall.
She placed her hand on his chest and lightly pushed away.
The young lady only politely smiled up as if giving him a ‘Thanks’ to the help he provided. However, she did a double-take on him, something about him catching her eyes. She looked up at him and took in his features, just the way he had taken in hers. Her eyebrows came down, frowning a bit and once she noticed how she was gaping at him her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly looked away. She went back to her original position, getting a tighter hold of the railing this time.
He grinned at this; he always received that reaction from the opposite sex. It was good to know that he captivated her as much as she to him, too bad it wouldn’t go further than their short ‘run in’ that very moment.
A little longer and the subway came to a complete stop. She made her way out, but he decided to stay. That had been entertaining… for a while.
He looked down at his watch. He really needed to get all his errands done.
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A spiky-haired brunette whipped the bar counter. He was wearing his signature white wife beater with a white shirt with the kanji character ‘Evil’ on the back, along with some jeans and dark shoes.
It was still early at night and JJ’s bar only had a few customers; something the young bartender wasn’t too happy about. Some loners sat along the bar while a few other played pool toward the back. At the center of the bar was a dance floor that was only used on weekends whenever the ‘younger crowd’ came in, filling the rather small bar up with barely legal kids that can hardly hold their liquor, but nonetheless he made good tip money off of them. Unfortunately, tonight seemed to be looking like a slow night
The front door opened and in walked in one of his weekday regulars. He usually came in when it was the slowest and he always made sure to leave Sano a big fat tip. So, of course, this red-headed guy was one of his favorite customers.
He came up and took a seat by the bar, as usual, in an irritable mood.
“Hey, what’ll it be tonight?”
“The usual.”
“Double Jack on the rocks coming right up.”
Sano turned around and quickly made the drink. Taking a beverage napkin, he placed that down in front of the smaller male with his drink following it.
“Any business tonight?”
Dark mauve eyes looked up at him, warning him that he should mind his own affairs.
Sano snickered with understanding, “Right. Let me know if I can get you anything else.”
The kick-boxer by day, bartender by night, had some suspicions about what the red-headed was involved in. He’d always come in with a mood from hell, dressed in dark colors, mostly black. There was once when he’d seen his katana, but he was sure he carried it around more than just once. He would only have a couple drinks, which, Sano guesses, was just to loosen him up a bit without feeling a buzz. While drinking he would never look up, just stared intently at his drink as his thick bangs covered his eyes, shielding himself from the rest of the world. He could very well be looking at his surroundings from behind those bangs, but Sano could never be too certain. He only spoke when he wanted another drink and/or when he would get up and pay, telling Sano he could ‘Keep the rest’, referring to his tip.
He was a mystery, but he liked the bartender/customer relationship they had going and didn’t want much else to do to with apparent dangerous and shadowy man.
The front door opened as a couple more people came in.
Sitting at the bar, the red-head listened, not wanting to drop his guard, but continued to look down at his drink.
He heard one person sit down at the opposite side of the bar and the other go to the pool area, apparently meeting up with some friends.
The bartender, he knew was named Sano, went toward the new guest.
He didn’t mind the spiky-haired brunette, one of the reasons he frequented that bar. Also, Sano’s pour was heavy, obviously making his drinks strong. He knew that the tall bartender trained by day to become a professional UFC fighter and he also knew that he was good.
“What’ll it be, Missy?”
“Colorado Bulldog, shaken, please.”
He heard as Sano went to make the drink; some glasses clinging against each other, ice being scooped, ingredients being poured, shaken, and served.
A sweet smell hit his nose. He sniffed the air, instantly recognizing the scent; jasmine.
He looked over at the other end of the bar. It was none other than the young woman he had seen that morning. What were the odds of that?
The small female sill wore what she had on earlier that day. Except, she reached over to the back of her hair and pulled on the indigo ribbon, letting her dark strands loose.
He decided that he liked her hair better that way.
“So, what’s new with you, Missy?”
“Nothing. Same stuff, just different day.”
“I hear ya. Have you seen that friend of yours? The Fox?”
“No, but if I do I’ll make sure to give her your message.” she smiled over at him.
Her voice. It was creamy, and feminine, something else that he liked about her. Although it could be that whatever attraction he felt toward her were bringing out those good qualities and dismissing the bad ones.
Violet eyes didn’t move as he watched them converse. Sano placed his elbows on the bar counter as he leaned on them, getting closer to the blue-eyed beauty. Only faint whispers could be heard from them.
He couldn’t help but glare at the two, wondering if they were involved as something more than barkeep and client. Plus, he had a feeling that they were talking about him.
It was really none of his business and why should he care whether people talked about him or not. So, he went back to look at his glass, his drink almost finished. He drank the last of it and was about to order another, but Sano beat him to it as he placed a second double Jack in front of him.
“Compliments from the lady.” Sano told him, grinning from ear to ear, as he nodded his head toward the raven haired woman from that morning.
He looked over at her, meeting her reflective azure eyes.
She stood up from her seat; messenger bag and drink in hand and made her way toward him. Their eyes were locked on each other. His gaze didn’t leave hers and she didn’t drop her line of sight from him. She took a seat next to him and gave him a once over, taking in his appearance.
“You’re the guy from the subway this morning, right?”
“Possibly.”
She smiled unbelievingly at him, “Possibly? Well, it’s not every day you see red-headed, lavender-eyed man.”
“Good point.” he answered, finding her smile addictive as he grinned back at her.
“You probably thought I was rude. I didn’t even say thank you.”
“There’s really no need.”
“Nonsense. It’s a good thing I bumped into you again or how else could I have shown my appreciation and sincere apology?”
“Just for preventing a fall? I should do this more often.” he joked.
She laughed, “You’re right. It’s a bit exaggerated, isn’t it?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not complaining. It’s not every day a beautiful woman buys a guy a drink.”
She playfully glared at him, “You’re a modern day Casanova aren’t you?”
“What makes you think that?”
“There’s this… hmm…charming, confident, smooth appeal about you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mm-hmm. But I can be wrong.”
“So much for first impressions.”
She laughed again, and he was finding himself liking the sound.
“So, what’s your name?”
He hesitated for a minute, debating whether he wanted to give her his name as he looked into her eyes and searched her ki.
“Kenshin Himura.”
“Kenshin?” she extended her hand to him, “It’s nice to meet you.”
He took her hand and shook it, finding her shake firm, strong but not too empowering.
Her eyes went down to look at her cell, checking the time.
“Well, I have to go.” she said as she stood up and swung her bag over her head so it can lie across her shoulder.
“I hope we’ll run into each other again, Mr. Himura.” she playfully said as she downed the rest of her drink and started making her way out.
“I hope so, too. But, I didn’t catch your name.”
She was right by the door, but she turned around to give him a teasingly devilish smile, “I didn’t give it.” she said, and exited JJ’s Bar, leaving a trail of jasmine behind her.
‘Whoa. Seriously?’ he thought. Kenshin wasn’t expecting that.
“So, it’s Kenshin, right?” Sano asked behind him, interrupting any brewing thoughts.
Kenshin turned around to look at the taller male.
“I can find out a few things about her for you if you want. Just tell me what you’d like to know.”
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A/N: I know, so far nothing exciting, but it is just the first chapter. I tried not to say any names during this chapter. It was mostly ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns being used around. I was trying to keep the characters anonymous, but who was I kidding, it’s obvious who I was writing about right? I just hope I didn’t get too repetitive. Well, let me know what you think and review. ^_^