Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Coincidence ❯ Life of Kaoru ( Chapter 6 )
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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: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 10 | Words: 9.8K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.23.2010 | Pages: 10 | Words: 9.8K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
A/N: I was actually looking forward to writing this chapter for a while. But damn, it was frickin hard. I knew what I wanted to put down, but then it became too long with too many unnecessary details and background stories. So, this is the condensed version. I tried to keep it pretty fast pace (or at least I’d like to think so)… so with that said I hope it was worth the wait and I hope you readers like it. Enjoy ^_^
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Life of Kaoru
Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in... and breathe out.
She stood in the middle of one of her father’s dojo; sitting crossed-legged as she concentrated on her breathing. Meditating, trying to keep her thoughts, memories, emotions, and self together. It was easier said than done. Nonetheless, she continued the breathing exercise, knowing full well that it was needed in order to keep herself sane.
The air was cool, even inside. The mid-winter crispness filled her lungs, and if she hadn’t worked-out before hand, she was sure she’d be freezing at that moment.
A thick layer of sweat still covered her body, as well as her training attire. Navy-blue gym shorts, sports bra, black weight-lifting gloves, and a white wife-beater were all drenched in the salty perspiration. Her dark-hair was up in its usual pony-tail, a few wet locks sticking stubbornly to her features.
Focusing on her task, she tried to clear her mind, finding it almost impossible as it seemed to relentlessly wander off.
She was well into the first month of the new semester and the work load was getting more challenging, more copious. There were three papers she needed to finish, one of which was due in a couple days. So, needless to say she had research plaguing her mind, disturbing her ongoing battle to wipe-out any thoughts at that moment.
Sighing, she tried again. Inhale… and… exhale.
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It all started after that day. Everything changed. He changed that day.
Strange what the human mind holds on to—she couldn’t have been older than four or five, but Kaoru had a few recollections and images imprinted in her mind of happenings when she was a young child.
Her mother. Kaoru could still remember her—midnight-black hair and ocean-blue eyes just like her own.
She could still remember her mother’s warm, comforting embrace. The way her arms wrapped protectively around and made her feel that no harm could ever come to her. The sweet sound of her voice as she sung while she cooked. The times she tucked her into bed, whispering how there are angels watching over her and that her father will be home soon. The way she firmly, yet delicately held her tiny, chubby hand when they walked around town, her mother’s face shining down on her with pride; after all, Kaoru was her little mini-me.
It brought a warm, fuzzy feeling. Her mother, Keiko, had been a beautiful woman, and her father was deeply in love with her.
Her father. She couldn’t remember how her father looked like before the incident, seeing as he was only around half the time then, and he refused to save any pictures of his former self. He had burned all evidence, telling Kaoru that the past was behind them and they were going to start a new life together, as well as a new world.
Her mother’s death had greatly affected her father. It turned him into a hard man; harsh, demanding, stern, and forceful. However, that didn’t stop the few fond moments she did remember of him while her mother was still alive.
He had always been a massive man; more in inner strength than physical appearance. Her crystal-like, innocent eyes would look up at him, small arms held up for her dad to carry her—and he did. He easily scooped her up and playfully threw her up in the air, causing her to go into a fit of joyful laughter.
There were times when her father would sit by the fire-place, cleaning his katana with devoted and thorough strokes in an almost daze-like state. Kaoru would peek at him by the door, trying to be as quiet as possible as she stared at the omnipotent man that is her father. Neither his dark silhouette nor his rugged demeanor frightened her…it fascinated her, even as a small child.
“Kaoru.” he would say smiling, knowing that she was in fact hiding with her complete attention toward him.
Stopping his activity, he would place his weapon down on the table next to him, “Come, Kaoru.”
She would comply, running happily over to him and jumping into his arms.
His laugh was rich and robust, rumbling from deep with-in his chest. How she loved it when her father laughed like that.
Rolled up in his lap, cuddling into his chest, he would hum. It was soothing. She would grab a tiny fistful of his dark hair and hold on to it, wanting to keep her daddy close to her. Her lids would eventually start to drift close as his melody serenely took her to into dreamland.
She had long gone forgotten the song, and he ceased to hum it again.
He changed. Everything had changed. Kaoru could still remember that day…
She had been sitting on the counter, watching as her mother cooked. The spices, herbs, and vegetables filled the air, and she took a big whiff of the delicious smell, listening to her mother as she sung. She smiled at her as she swung her feet beneath her, enjoying the song, loving her mother’s voice.
Her mother smiled back, stirring the soup she was preparing. She continued to sing, occasionally stopping to taste the broth, cautiously blowing on the small amount to cool it off and carefully guiding the large ladle into her mouth, making sure it was to her liking.
Placing the serving spoon back into the pot, her mother had only stirred a couple more times before there was a pounding on the door. Stopping, she wiped her hands on kitchen towel, petting Kaoru’s hair tenderly before leaving to answer the door.
The memory is still so vivid—she remembered only waiting a fraction of a moment, enough for her to look over at the cutting board to see the diced celery and carrots, to notice how the soup started to boil violently, only momentarily glance down at her flowered dress before her mother came rushing back to her.
Kaoru could immediately feel the change of mood in her mother. She saw the worry etched in her face as she seemed to unbelievingly look before her. Her forehead wrinkled, her brows furrowed, and she looked over at her.
Her mother grabbed her and swung her over one hip to carry her. Kaoru tightly hung on to her blouse as she bounced in her mother’s arms from all the movement. She hadn’t closed her eyes, but she was still unaware of where her mother was taking her. Everything seemed a blur. Everything was just flashes of beige and white walls, of hung pictures, and of closed wooden doors as her mother quickly scurried.
The booming pounding of knocking didn’t end.
She was scared. She didn’t know what was going on or what had changed so sudden. All she was aware of was her mother’s alarm, her tenseness, and how frantically she moved.
Her mother had placed her down, making sure her feet safely landed on the carpeted floor.
“Kaoru, sit down. As low as you can, sweetie.”
She did as she was told. Her eyes darted about, seeing the hung clothes above her, the shoes to the side of her, recognizing her parents’ closet. Leaning on the corner and curling into a little ball, hugging her legs closely to her, she watched her mother hurriedly take comforters, sheets, and pillows out from the upmost shelf.
A bright glimmer caught her eye; long steel. Kaoru recognized it as one of her father’s katanas, and her mother was currently holding it. She unsheathed it half way and looked back at Kaoru, sheathing the blade back, her mother squat down next to her.
“Kaoru, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” she started.
She did, hearing the urgency in her mother’s voice.
“I need you to stay here, sweetie. Don’t move, don’t come up, not matter what. Do you understand?”
Kaoru nodded her head, confused.
Her mother’s hands went back to the back of her neck, unclipping her necklace. She took Kaoru’s small hand and placed the silver jewelry in it, lovingly closing it tight within her own. “Hold on to this.”
Kaoru felt the shaking of her mother’s hand and she couldn’t help but look up at the dazzling woman, warm determination and cold fear engulfed her blue eyes. How she remembered that so clearly.
No, she didn’t want her mother to leave. She stood and hugged her tightly, small arms circling around her mother’s neck, hot tears threatening to come out, sniffling as she refused to separate.
“Mommy, don’t leave.” Kaoru nestled her head into her mother’s hair.
She hugged her right back, just as tightly as what Kaoru was holding on to her.
“I love you, Kaoru, my sweet child. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
Gently pulling her away, she made Kaoru sit back down.
All of the sheets, comforters, pillows, and hung clothes were thrown over her. Her mother tried to hide her to the best of her abilities.
Kaoru heard the closet door close, followed by her mother’s retreating foot-steps. And with that, there was nothing. Not a single sound for a while.
She didn’t like it there; all curled up into a fetal position against two walls. She felt so small. Kaoru couldn’t see anything but nonetheless, she closed her eyes shut. The covers and fabrics over her didn’t leave much room for fresh air, the small corner suffocating with her hot breathing.
Breaking. Crashing. Pounding. Her hands flew up to cover her ears. The sudden noises frightened her to the core. They were loud and she felt it all vibrate from where she stood. Although in retrospect, she wasn’t sure whether it was the noise that caused all the shaking, or if it was she that was trembling.
It’s been a while since she’d thought about that moment, when she was a child hiding in the closet, wanting for the noises to stop, waiting for her mother to rescue her.
That morning when she and Kenshin were assaulted brought the feeling of the hiding cornered child she had once been flooding back.
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there, how much time had passed.
The clattering eventually ended. Kaoru waited as long as she could after much time of silence. Her mother hadn’t come back.
She stood, digging her way out of the pile of clean linen and thrown clothing. Opening the door, Kaoru slowly made her way out.
Her shoes made small clacking sounds as she walked through the halls and carefully down the stairs. They seemed to echo, and gradually faded away as she heard her own heart beat became faster and louder the closer she came downstairs.
Kaoru stopped before the living room, her eyes wide.
The walls were stained with red, some furniture torn and slashed, framed pictures, lamps, windows, and porcelain figurines broken, left on the floor forgotten.
The corner of her eyes caught something behind a fallen couch. They traveled to the area. A puddle of red liquid pooled out, becoming bigger and bigger and with it laid locks of long, mid-night hair, along with a slender female arm.
Paralyzed, she stood her ground. She was immobile as she stared at that spot, unsure of what to do. Kaoru wasn’t even aware of the silent tears making their way down her small child’s face.
She heard footsteps behind her, and she remained unmoving. Large footsteps stopped, the singing of an unsheathing blade followed, which could only mean one thing.
“Daddy?” she croaked out shakily.
He didn’t say or do anything for a while—he just stood as she did, possibly giving her space and time to make sense of what she saw.
Eventually, he came to stand right next to her.
“What happened?” she quietly asked.
“She was killed.”
Kaoru felt her heart jump to her throat, her fear becoming reality, as more cascading tears fell from naively blinking eyes, “Why?”
“Because she was weak. She could have prevented all of this if she were strong. Do you understand?”
She shook her head.
“Of course not. I’ll explain everything in due time.” he held his hand out to her.
Kaoru reached and took it, his much larger hand overlapping hers. The rough, cloth material got her attention, and she looked up at him, seeing he was bandaged from head-to-toe.
“I’ll explain what they did to me as well.” he said, evidentially noticing her curious gaze directed at him. “They will pay for what they’ve done. The strong will live, and the weak shall die. I will teach you to be strong.”
Her father guided her out of their house, and she followed. She looked down at her hand, for the first time seeing the necklace with the small silver key that her mother gave her. Fisting her hand tight, she held it close to her heart, looking up at her father to see if he’d seen what she had.
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Dark eyebrows came down in a frown. She shook her head in frustration and opened her eyes, angry at herself for her failing attempt at meditation.
Sighing, she stood up. Dark-haired woman paced back and forth, impatience keenly aggravating her—she could not waste time reminiscing the past. There are too many things she needed to set forth her efforts and focus on, and these unwanted flash-backs aren’t helping her in the least.
Stopping, she annoyingly tapped her foot as she tried to think.
Looking over the furthest dojo wall, she saw a formidable sized dresser standing along it. Uncertain, she walked over, standing before it, staring for a couple long minutes.
Carefully reaching the small knobs, she held them, eventually pulling in order to open the vintage doors before her. She was met with the inside filled with different kinds of weapons. Most were katanas varying in color, length, weight, and age. The rest were axes, scythes, sais, a medieval sword, hand-guns, shot-guns, a sniper riffle all incased, army knives, machetes, bows and arrows, a handful of Misao’s throwing daggers, and a number of unnamed bladed weaponry. All collected throughout the years
She didn’t care much for them. The entire assortment stored in the dark, tall chest just to be kept away. Most reminded her of things she preferred and chose not to remember. Rarely did she open the wooden storage compartment, but somehow, at that moment it didn’t seem like a bad idea.
However, in contrast to her off-putting collection, she did have one favorite weapon— a katana she most often used, incased in a black and blue sheath. That artistically crafted piece of steel didn’t conjure up anything negative, unlike what lay in that dresser. She never stored it with the rest of her collection and was currently lying carefully by her bed in her room, where it has been untouched for months now.
Reaching over, she picked up four hatchets; they were thin, polished, and bladed along all sides excluding the handle. Its mirror like surface gleamed. She held it up in front of her, seeing her eyes reflected back at her from its surface… as well as a sky-blue blur that seemed to have flashed suddenly behind her.
Without giving it a second thought, she took one step back to turn around and throw the small axes at the offending hazy figure—swiftly one at a time. Blades spun in the air at the target’s next location, she knowing full well where to fling them in order to stop her uninvited guest.
The razor blades made contact with the wall; sharp ‘thuds’ being heard as they caught the intruder. Hatchets pinned him. They landed on his clothing, two on the sleeves of his shirt, the other two on either side of his torso, preventing him from moving.
Kaoru crossed her arms in front of her, raising an eye-brow at the ever contently grinning brown-haired, sky-blue eyed male.
“You know… it’s considered rude trying to spy on people.”
“Trying? So I take it my attempt failed?” he amusedly asked.
“You’re pinned to the wall… what do you think?”
“I think it’s safe to say my shirt is ruined. You owe me a new one.”
“As far as I see it, it could have been worst. Besides, doesn’t my father give you a fair enough allowance so you can buy another?”
“The remuneration he gives me is more than fair, but it wouldn’t be the same. It’d be special coming from you.”
“Really? Soujiro, I never thought of you as sentimental.”
“I can’t get anything past you, can I, Kaoru?” he sarcastically said, his unfaltering smile never waiving. “So, how about helping me down?”
She walked over to him, grasping the blunt handles, “So, what brings you here?” Kaoru asked as she easily pulled the hatchets off, freeing the young man as she did so.
“I haven’t seen you in a while. I was kinda starting to miss you.”
She playfully shot him a glare, “I’m sure you did.”
“Well, to be honest, I didn’t just come here to visit.”
“I knew there was a catch.” she turned, walking over to the dresser.
“Your father asks for your presence as soon as possible.”
“Does he? What for?” small axes were placed back.
“I’m afraid he didn’t say.”
“Fantastic.” she bit out, closing the dresser shut.
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
Kaoru turned to look at him, “Am I supposed to?”
His smile faded, remaining silent for a while before answering, “He is your father, Kaoru.”
“Well, it’s not like I don’t love the man. I just don’t want to be included in his business. ”
“It never used to bother you before.”
“It has always bothered me… you know that.”
Slightly tilting his head, he analyzed her actions in wonder, trying to comprehend the cause to the raven-haired girl’s irritated aura.
Attentively narrowing her eyes at him, Kaoru noticed this “What are you thinking?”
She knew how easily Soujiro could read her, even without sensing her ki. It was more than just intuitive. They were raised together, almost as if they were siblings. They squabbled as children, viciously brawled during their training as they grew, developed a certain ‘sibling rivalry’ as they got older fighting for her father’s approval, and later, after so many periods of being alone with only each other to count on, became efficient accomplices, trustworthy partners. She and Soujiro saw each other change and mature into young adults, understanding their similarities and acknowledging and accepting their differences.
His hands came up to his shirt, starting to unbutton his top.
“Whoa. Souji, I’m flattered but, I never really thought of you that way.” she joked, flashing him a smile.
“Very funny, you perv.” Soujiro responded, his almost permanent grin reappearing on his boyish features.
He threw his shirt aside, leaving him in his white under-shirt and trademark khakis. He nudged his head at her, beckoning for her to come to him.
“What’s this all about?”
“I’m going to help you.” he explained, holding his hand out for her.
“I don’t need help.”
“You don’t? So, I take it that you still have the little trick I taught you mastered?”
Azure eyes glared at him.
“Now, now, Kaoru, don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t stand it when you’re upset with me.” Soujiro teased.
Huffing in defeat, she walked to him and took a hold of his hand, letting him lead her to the middle of the large room.
“Sit.”
She did, crossing her legs, straightening her back.
“Kaoru, I’m going to need you to close your eyes.”
Sighing, she leisurely let her lids fall. She felt him slowly walk around her, his ki unreadable.
“Now…” he started, his voice monotone, “Carefully listen to what I’m about to tell you.”
She nodded.
“Focus on the sound of my voice. Only think and concentrate on my voice. Clear your mind. Now… breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out…” he kept close tabs on her energy.
Complying, she calmly took breaths at Soujiro’s spoken tempo.
“Listen to your beating heart. Only listen to your beating heart. It should be steady. You should be able to hear it very clearly.”
They stood still as she heard the beating pattern.
~*Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump…*~
He waited patiently, allowing her time as he got on one knee before her, observing her carefully.
“Focus on that thumping.” he quietly stated, as if he were sharing a secret, “Not only should you be able to hear it, you should be able to feel it, but more heavy and stinging than ever.”
Her brows furrowed.
“Kaoru, start controlling that beating you feel.”
Her jaw clenched.
“Control that beating and make it stop.”
There was silence, both unaware and uncaring of the elapsing time. They just stood still as she lightly frowned in concentration and he remained by her side expectantly.
After a while, she exhaled loudly, her features relaxing, the tenseness in her face diminishing.
“Kaoru?”
Lazily opening her lids, her dull ocean-blue eyes traveled to young man beside her, making eye contact.
He smiled all the more, “And you said you didn’t need my help.”
Her shine-less eyes narrowed.
“Well, it worked. I can’t feel your energy at all.”
Glaring, she didn’t respond.
“I’d truthfully enjoy a match with you right now but, like I said before, your father asks for you to meet him as soon as possible.” he cheerfully explained.
Fully comprehending, she made her way to stand.
His hand grasped her wrist before she was able to, keeping her low to the ground alongside him.
“But… I know you.” his voice uncharacteristically serious and low, “Although you need it, you hate being like this. So, can you snap out of it?”
She scowled all the more, tightening her lips in trepidation. Nonetheless, she bowed her head, raven bangs hovering over her eyes.
He watched as she took in a few easy, deep breaths, sensing her detached emotions, honing in on her lacking energy. With one last breath from her, he finally felt that missing ki, her lively aura once again detectable.
She faintly shook her head, inwardly composing herself. Her sight journeyed up to look at him, her eyes once again heatedly sparkling.
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After the helpful encounter with Soujiro, she immediately went to take a shower that seemed long overdue. It was a little piece of heaven being alone, bathing, and letting her mind wander to things she would normally not think about in the presence of her family.
Bubble suds streamed down, the warm water poured abundantly over her body, the pressure feeling blissful. The jasmine scented body-wash filled the steamy shower, the aroma smelling so good. Aloofah in hand, she scrubbed her body leisurely, lathering, taking her sweet time. Palm and fingers roamed over her own skin, her thoughts centered on one subject.
Kenshin.
He and his rebellious red hair, his sinewy arms, his smooth voice, and his eyes… his spine tingling, violet eyes. She’d never seen such eyes as his, and the way he looked at her—Kaoru was surprised she didn’t melt under such intense looks he cast her way.
However, she was taught well. The nervous, heart-pounding, burning he evoked in her cleverly hidden, subduing all those brewing feelings. Kaoru isn’t one to be outdone, allowing her confident aloofness to take over, matching him with most of anything he threw at her.
Yet, the red-headed man made her want to lose herself to him. No man has ever made her feel the way he has. Electricity crossed her skin when his hands roamed her figure, following every curve. Warmth filled her body whenever he’d whisper into her ear. Any time he kissed her, holding her form so close to his, she felt… safe, protected. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but for once it was reliving knowing that the guy she was dating was just as able as she.
Still, who knew that the Hitokiri Battousai could be so attentive, selfless, or passionate?
She’s heard tales of him, the legendary man-slayer. She’s heard of his speed, his strength, his skill. For the longest time she didn’t think he was real, believed all those stories were myths, probably just a tell-tales of some barely talented yahoo who happened to be dumb enough to let a few witnesses escape and lucky enough to have his battles exaggeratingly retold.
Kaoru didn’t believe such a person existed, that is, till one day Soujiro came back home bruised, bloody, and dazed at the brink of falling over.
Astonished, she rushed over from her father’s side to the battered brunette, wrapping an arm around him as he held on to her for support.
Her father just watched, studying the exchange between her and Soujiro, Yumi and Hoji by his side.
~*“Souji, what happened?”
“Ran into the Battousai. Couldn’t help sneaking up on him.” he smiled, thick crimson sputtering with his every word.
“He’s real?” she frowned skeptically.
“He sure is. We had one hell of a match.”
“You could’ve been killed, you idiot.”
He scoffed, “You know, I like you better like this, caring and what not. Anyways, you should’ve seen how I left him.”*~
Kaoru’s curiosity was piqued regarding the mysterious swordsman.
Around a year later, there was word of the Battousai again.
She was nineteen and entering her second underground fighting tournament. Although this time she went alone, without her father or Soujiro. All she wanted was the cash prize and had asked Soujiro as a favor not to enter that time around. He owed it to her.
Her father got wind of the event when Soujiro and she were sixteen and made them attend for the first time. They were put against each other in the final match. It was epic, but resulted in her defeat. This time, she had a sort of ‘falling out’ with her father and needed a make some money, thus she requested for Soujiro’s absence.
Rumors of the Battousai being invited as a ‘Special Guest’ circulated amongst the blood-thirsty skilled sword-men and martial artists. Needless to say, it triggered an all the more hardy fighting appetite in the already competitive natured contenders; they all wanted a piece of the well-known man-slayer. It even excited her, she wanted to see the legend with her own eyes. However, that’s all the rumors were…just rumors.
It was disappointing, but not surprising. The Battousai has supposedly cut most of his links to that world and it was said that he worked as an assassin for hire now, answering to no one but himself.
Then, years later, there was that moment at the subway…
Like every weekday morning, she was on her way to class. Messenger bag, sunglasses, and music player in hand she walked along the busy streets of the city, her stylish boots clapping against pavement, oblivious to anyone or anything around her. It’s not to say her guard was down, far from it. If there were no threatening or suspicious energies around her, she was able to get lost in her own thoughts.
The subway had been packed and there were no seats available. So she stood, holding on to the railing as she listened to an upbeat R&B song.
There had been an abrupt skip to the cart startling all the passengers and having a few almost fall of their seat. Ungracefully, she hadn’t held on well enough and ended almost toppling over. Thank goodness Soujiro hadn’t been there, he would have laughed and never let her live down how a trained fighter had such an uncoordinated moment.
However, a strong, warm wall prevented any possible fall, followed by a firm, yet gentle hand holding her steady.
She looked up at the stranger, smiling politely for his assistance. But, she did a double-take, finding such color as his odd. Red-hair and violet eyes, a very rare color indeed.
Noticing that she had been ogling the man, she felt her cheeks warm up in mortification and quickly looked away. Kaoru had never in her life been so innately transfixed in an unfamiliar person as she had been then. Nevertheless, she zeroed in on his ki, checking and sensing his energy finding it normal, bristling with what she imagined was amusement, but nonetheless normal.
Coincidentally, later that day, she bumped into him again at JJ’s. She surveyed him from across the bar, finding him much more moody and dark than when she had seen him earlier that day. She had Sano pour him another drink as she asked about the mysterious red-head in black. Spiky-haired bartender didn’t tell her much; just that he was a weekday usual. Mustering up enough courage, she went over to him, curiosity tugging at her every fiber. They briefly conversed but she had to admit he left an impression, although she figured she’d never see him again. But after that, he unpredictably went looking for her at her University, and their relationship took off from there.
It took her a while to figure out Kenshin was the legendary swordsman she had heard so much about. She was only able to put two and two together when she overheard a couple of her father’s goons talk about the Battousai, mentioning the trademark blood-red hair, unique cross-shaped scar on his left cheek, and his golden, paralyzing eyes.
A flag went up in apprehension. Even though only two out of the three features mentioned matched Kenshin—but hadn’t she seen amber swirling in his amethyst depths? Nonetheless, she became suspicious of the man she was spending time with.
Kaoru kept a close eye, keenly observing and analyzing his every action she saw when they were together.
After much deliberation, she concluded that he always suppressed his ki. However, it was still present and she couldn’t sense any ill-will flickering of his aura. Surely he knew who she was, and if that was the case, what did he want from her? Did he want to play her? Or was he possibly hired to take her out? That was sadly very likely. Just from the top of her head, she could name a good hand-full of foes that had the resources and motive to want her out of the picture. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time someone attempted to get close to her in order to take her life.
Even so, Kaoru continued to be with him, keeping him close so she could keep an eye on the red-head. Yes, she was wary of Kenshin but she was strangely drawn to him. Like a moth to the flame, the perfect cliché to her situation.
She waited and waited for any him to strike, but it never came.
Then a thought crossed her mind; if he was truly the Hitokiri Battousai and if he really wanted her dead, then he would have already attempted it. No, he wouldn’t waste his time. The ruthless manslayer would have already hunted her down and promptly attacked her by now.
In addition, Kenshin has gone as far as keeping her out of harm’s way, protecting her adamantly. It would be irrational and redundant for a hired assassin to do that.
With that in mind, Kaoru relaxed the suspicious thoughts and let herself enjoy his company. A warm feeling filled her thinking that possibly Kenshin liked her for exactly who she truly is, and he being in the same line of business, would understand her more than anybody, without any judgment or prejudice. With him she actually felt… hopeful.
Turning the water off, her hands went to her hair, wringing the excess water.
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a white towel around her form. Coming up to the mirror, Kaoru wiped the condensation, clearing the steam.
Looking at her reflection, she saw herself. Her father was right, she did look just like her. Same blue eyes, same long, dark hair, like her mother’s.
She remembered the time her father had hacked off her hair during a fit of rage. He painfully grasped her hair and slammed her face against the floor, keeping her put while his blade came down and cut off pools of mid-night locks.
~*“You look too much like her, you little runt!”*~
She was fourteen then.
As a small symbol of her rebellion, she hence let her hair grow out long.
Sighing, she picked up a brush to comb through her tangled hair. She started to hum as she carried on her after shower routine, flipping her hair over and flipping it back to shake her hair loose. The silver necklace with the small key lay by the sink. Her slender hand went to pick it up, gingerly putting it on, clasping the hooks in the back together as she did so. Petting the silver charm on her chest, her thoughts starting to wandered to her mother again.
She suddenly felt her hair stand on end, sensing an intruding energy nearby…
His sight was on her, hearing her hum that tune of hers as she messed with her raven hair. He walked closer, remaining quiet. He watched her as she put her necklace on, her back toward him. Stepping nearer and nearer, her humming becoming clearer, he closed in all the more.
Taking one final quick dash he stood where she was; in front of the steam cleared mirror, the midnight haired woman nowhere to be seen.
He frowned in puzzlement, eyes looking left and right.
The cocking of a gun was heard from behind as he felt a cold, hard object placed against his head, stirring his white locks.
“My spidey senses were tingling.”
Grinning, he tilted his head to the side in an effort to glimpse at the girl he had been trying to creep up on.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“A text message would’ve sufficed.”
He turned around to face her, meeting her platinum handgun pointed directly at his temple. Taking a minute, he took the chance to take in her appearance; towel wrapped closely around her form, damp, tousled hair falling over her shoulders, her lean arm straight, hand tightly holding the firearm, and vividly glimmering eyes monitoring him, narrowing as she noticed him checking her out.
“Kaoru, Kaoru, I have to say you look good enough to eat right now.” he teased as he flashed a mischievous smirk.
She rolled her eyes, “Don’t make me pull the trigger.”
“You won’t.”
“How sure are you about that?”
He challengingly took one step closer, “Then go ahead and pull.”
Kaoru glared at him. This spiky haired man before her had always irritated her. He was cocky, selfish, and border line neurotic. Plus they always seemed to butt heads.
She met Enishi Yukishiro during her second occasion at the underground tournament. The first time she saw him, she had to admit, she found him fairly attractive. He was roguishly handsome after all, with a chiseled physique, bronze skin that clashed with his fair hair, and turquoise eyes.
After her first match during that tournament, he came up to her, apparently impressed. They talked, they flirted, and as they did, she started to feel there was something upsettingly off about his aura. To her disappointment, Kaoru discovered that he was just like all the fighters present at the arena. He was just as blood-thirsty and vengeful as the men there. Possibly worse. Thus, her attraction to him faded.
Ironically enough, he wasn’t there to fight. Enishi was one of the sponsors to the tournament. Being the only living Yukishiro, he had apparently inherited all of his family’s wealth and had made good use of his money by purchasing and investing in factories. As a personal hobby, he liked to spend his money on recreational things such as events like that fighting competition.
Once the tournament had ended, she was proud of her winning and relieved about leaving all of that behind.
However, returning to her father’s mansion, she was surprised to see her frosty-haired acquaintance there, grinning from ear to ear.
Enishi had allied with her father—she was still unsure of how she felt about that.
“I don’t have all day. Are you going to shoot or not?”
Her eyes quickly roamed his body in a once over, noticing he didn’t have his katana, and that his attire consisted of tight black wife-beater and jeans. There was no way he could he hiding a weapon on him, unless he had a knife safely hidden away in one of his combat boots, but that didn’t impose too much of a threat. Sighing, she pulled her gun back.
“That’s a good girl. I know you’d never shoot me.””
Eye-brow rose, “Did you need anything, Enishi?”
“I just thought I’d escort you to your father’s study.”
She scoffed, tuning around to leave her bathroom, “And to think I thought chivalry was dead. Thanks but no thanks. I’m sure I can manage without your assistance.”
He followed her out, entering her bedroom, “I just figured it was appropriate seeing as how your father wants us to marry.”
She stopped dead in her tracks. Turning around, Kaoru incredulously fixed her eyes on him and his smug grin. Momentarily glaring at him, she knew that he was indeed not lying.
“Well, the good times just keep on coming, don’t they.” she sarcastically replied, striding over to a dresser, opening a drawer, pretending as if his sudden news hadn’t upset her.
“What’s wrong, dear? You don’t want to marry me?” he mockingly asked.
She took her time rummaging through her underwear drawer before she answered, discreetly hiding her gun as she did so. “It’s absurd, Enishi. Why would you want to marry me? You don’t love me.” she slammed the drawer shut, panties and bra chosen in hand.
“What’s love got to do with it?”
“You don’t even like me.” she countered.
He smirked, “What’s like got to do with it?”
“It has everything to do with it.” she crossed her arms before her.
“Kaoru, Kaoru…” he shook his head in false disappointment, “…you’re so naïve. Society has us believe that marriage is this ideal, fairy-tale union between two found soul-mates. A consented unity for love stuck fools. It’s all crap. Do you know what a marriage really is?”
“Oh, do tell.” she said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
Grin disappearing, he shot her a hard glare, “It’s a business merging.”
“Really? Well then, I guess I’ll just have to talk to my father about this ‘merging’ proposal, won’t I?”
“He’s already decided.”
“So you say, but I’ve got methods to change his mind.”
“Methods? Like helping the Doctor’s kid escape your father or befriending that Captain’s brat when you were ordered to take her out? Yeah, I’ve heard of your childish tantrums. ”
She glowered at him.
“Temper, Tem-”
“What, is there an echo in here?” she snapped, irritation keenly scorching her every nerve.
Slight eye twitch at her remark and he rapidly darted over to her. There was only a black blur before he came charging, his heated mind having him act on impulse, slamming her against the nearest wall, his hands clutching her arms tightly.
“Don’t interrupt me.” he seethed.
“And you…” she struck his hands off of her in one fluid downward motion, “…don’t touch me.”
He slammed his fists on the wall on either side of her in exasperation, the loud knock vibrating the wall behind her.
Kaoru stood still as she boldly glared at the vexed man in front of her; his huffy breathing elevated, a few veins popping on his neck, and eyes fixed on her, stirring madly over her face.
It didn’t take long for Enishi to control his breathing, sighing deeply as he did so. He glared menacingly at her as she looked back with an equally angry expression.
His gaze dropped to her neck as something caught his attention. Recognizing the mark, his scowl melted into a knowing smirk as his eyes met her sapphire.
“I see you have a new boy-toy.”
Taken back, her hand impulsively flew to cover the area he had just eyed. ‘Damn Kenshin.’
“Who is he?”
“My personal life is none of your business.”
“What did I just tell you? We’re probably going to get hitched, so your life will be my business.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
“Yes we will. A word of advice, enjoy all the little bite marks he’s giving you because after we wed, I won’t have my little bride slutting herself around.”
He pushed himself off the wall and turned to make his way out.
“I’ll see you in your father’s study, wifey.” Enishi said just as he closed her bedroom door behind him leaving a disturbed Kaoru behind.
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She wasn’t looking forward to seeing her father and would have left his mansion if it wasn’t for the troubling marriage proposal Enishi had tactlessly conveyed. Kaoru needed to hear the verification from him, needed to know why he wouldn’t tell her before someone else did.
Still in her bedroom, she hurriedly put some jeans on and a tastefully plunging, long-sleeved teal top. Going back to her drawer, she took her gun and placed it at the back of her jeans. She slipped on her boots and briefly stopped at her vanity table for some last minute blush, taking a hair ribbon, she tossed it over her shoulder. Somewhat satisfied with her appearance, she proceeded to make her way to out, but once again stopped as a black and blue object got her attention. Eyeing it carefully as it lay by her bed she contemplated taking her katana with her. Sighing as she tightened her lips, she went over to pick it up, just in case her father decided to ambush her like he had done so many times in the past. Exiting, she locked her bedroom door behind her.
Her father’s mansion was large and magnificent, but also eerie. She never knew who her father had invited over to stay, who exactly occupied the numerous rooms of the large estate. From what she knew, currently her father, Soujiro, Hoji, Yumi, and occasionally she and Enishi were residing there. They were the inhabiting regulars. However, she hadn’t been to the mansion in a while so she wasn’t up to date on her father’s guests.
Kaoru walked through the hall leading to her father’s location, tying her katana securely on a belt loop. She had to admit she felt naked without the weight of it by her side, and now carrying it on her once again, she felt as if she attained the small part of her that she felt was missing. It was silly. Realistically thinking, her blade was just an inanimate object, but through her father’s insisting training, she knew that her katana was just as much part of her as her as a hand, an arm, or her heart.
Passing the kitchen, her stomach rumbled in need of some food. Rewinding her steps, she looked into the room, spotting a box of muffins. Blue eyes widened in anticipation as she made her way toward the pastries. Taking one she bit into it, her teeth sinking into the soft bread she delightfully discovered had cranberries inside and for the first time that day actually felt, to an extent, relaxed.
Kaoru’s ears perked up, hearing approaching footsteps down the hall.
She sighed in frustration, ‘Can’t I have one moment to myself in this place?’ she thought.
Feeling the ki and hearing the short, delicate sounds of the sandals against the hardwood floor, she knew it was her step-mother. Standing still, she paused from eating her snack as she crossed her fingers, hoping that the older woman wouldn’t see her by the counter.
The small footsteps shuffled closer and closer and she waited patiently to hear those same steps walk past her.
‘Come on, come on, come on. Just walk past the kitchen.’ she chanted inside her head.
But, the soft treading stopped right at the door to the kitchen.
‘Damn.’
“Your father is waiting for you, young lady.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around to face the unwanted company, leaning her bottom on the counter as she did so.
Yumi Komagata. She was a strikingly sensual woman. Kaoru perceived that from the very first time she saw her. She favored a traditional kimono but put her own twist on it as she left it hanging about her shoulders. Her hair was usually pinned up, leaving alabaster neck, shoulders, back, and chest exposed.
“So everybody keeps on telling me.” she nonchalantly said as she took another bite of the cranberry muffin.
“Should you be eating that?”
Kaoru’s gazed followed Yumi’s, “Why shouldn’t I be?”
“Do you have any idea how many carbs are in that thing?”
“Carbs?” her brows light knitted. “I think the last of my worries would be my intake of carbs, especially seeing as how many calories I’m probably burn off during training.”
“I’m just trying to help you out. You need to look your best for your father’s ball coming up.”
“Dad’s ball? Since when has he been so social?”
“Since now. He needs that night to go by smoothly. Anyone who’s anyone will be there.”
“Is that so? Like who?”
“I didn’t memorize the guest list. All I do know is that you need to start cutting down on all of the ‘fatty foods’ you consume so you can be able to fit into your gown.”
“I’m not going.”
Yumi’s hazel eyes narrowed, “What?”
“I’m not going. Finals are that following week and I won’t waste time going to some pompous party dad’s hosting.”
“And what makes you think you have a choice?” she crossed her arms, pressing her chest together to reveal more cleavage.
Kaoru rolled her eyes as she looked away, reaching over to the box to take another muffin, “Let me worry about that, Yumi. And you…” she steadily made her way to the door, stopping right beside her stepmother, “…worry about your own ‘carb intake’ instead of mine. After all, I’m not the one who has to take care of my figure.”
Yumi angrily scowled.
Mid-night haired girl grinned at the reaction she was shooting to get from her. “But, if you need help tightening your flabby butt, you’re welcomed to spar with me and Soujiro. Hell, I bet even Enishi would be more than happy to help with any extra exercise you evidentially need.” It wasn’t her nature to be even the slightest bit nasty, but her step-mother more than deserved every demeaning, immature comment Kaoru threw her way.
Older woman seethed, “Why you disrespectful litt-”
“Uh-huh.” she held her fisted hand out, one finger up, waving back and forth in an intolerant manner. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. You don’t want me to pulverize that pretty face of yours the way I did when I was seventeen, do you?”
“Your father won’t allow it.”
“My father isn’t here right now, is he?”
Yumi all but growled at her step-daughter.
Sapphire eyes amusedly twinkling, she grinned all the more. Purposely bringing the pastry the held to her mouth, she took a huge, slow bite. “Mmmm. It’s so good.” she exaggeratedly mumbled through a full mouth. “You want a nibble?” she patronized.
Huffing in annoyance, Yumi continued her scowl.
Kaoru giggled, “Let’s go. Dad is probably tired of waiting.”
Both women walked out of the kitchen door and down the hall leading to her father’s study. Approaching the large double doors, Kaoru quickly pulled her hair up in a pony tail, securing her favorite ribbon to keep her length locks out of her face. Reaching to hold the golden door knobs, she turned them in a twisting motion, opening the doors before her and Yumi.
Her father’s study was spacious with tall walls lined with shelves filled with books. He sat behind his desk, eyes closed, hands together as if in prayer.
Walking toward the heavy mahogany desk, she didn’t feel any danger.
Yumi quickly walked passed her to stand by her father’s side as Hoji was occupying the other. She saw Enishi calmly leaning against the left wall, his arms crossed, and Soujiro stood before her father, in front of his desk.
She halted when she reached Soujiro, the only person in the room she liked.
“Lord Shishio, you need to put a muzzle on your brat.” Yumi started, not wasting any time voicing out her thought.
“Really?” he opened his eyes to look at her.
Kaoru turned to her right at Soujiro. He met her look smiling, probably knowing that she had given Yumi a hard time again.
“Kaoru Makoto, what do you have to say for yourself?” he spoke as if she were a child.
Breaking eye-contact with her brother figure, she looked back at her father, “In my defense, she was butting into my business.”
“Your business?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He stood quiet. The entire room did as well as they waited for him to continue, the ticking clock the only thing audible amid the silence.
Kaoru didn’t like the stillness, feeling as if it was ‘quiet before the storm’.
“Sweetheart, come.”
Blinking in bewilderment, she did as she was asked, steadily walking around the desk to her father.
He patted his lap.
"Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?"
"Sit."
Uneasily she sat on his strong thigh, her back straight and hands delicately placed on her own lap. Blue-eyes roamed the room, wanting to catch the expressions of the people around her; Enishi stared curiously at them, Soujiro’s smile faded replaced with a wary look, Yumi waited expectantly, and from the corner of her eye she saw her father’s advisor, Hoji, watching attentively.
Facing her father, she valiantly met his eyes.
He petted her hair, “Child of mine.”
“Yes, daddy?”
He was in a good mood. Her father was either two ways with her; gingerly sweet or violently harsh. There was no middle ground, no grey area when it came to his treatment toward her. With Soujiro, he was always neutral and she had envied him for a long time for that, wishing she was the pupil instead of her father’s offspring.
“What’s this I heard about someone attacking you?”
“What about it?”
“Were you with those little friends of yours you try so hard to protect?”
Her eyes hardened at her father, “No. I was alone.”
“Have you taken care of it?”
“Meaning?”
“I’ve taken it easy on you, Kaoru.” his bandaged hand went to rub her back, “You know that, but I will not stand for my daughter to remain unmoving and defenseless. I raised you to be strong.”
She frowned, tightening her lips.
“Find these men that assaulted you and take care of it. Do you understand?”
Her eyes defiantly glared at him.
“Kaoru?”
“Dad.” she whispered, not wanting anyone else in the room to hear her although it is futile, “I can’t do that.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
She sighed, “Won’t”
“Listen to me, young lady. I have let you get away with a lot of things. You’ve cost me a lot of money, not to mention the embarrassment of leaving your last assignments with a pulse. What exactly did you think I meant when I ordered you to ‘get rid of them’? Now, disobey me again and I will take preventative measures. We had an agreement, did we not? Honor your father, Kaoru. Don’t let me down.” he menacingly hissed, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder, painfully squeezing as his iron fingers dug into the hollow area above her clavicle.
She winced, “Yes, dad.”
He loosened his hold, “Good. Now I have some great news for you. Enishi has asked for your hand in marriage…”
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A/N: Phew! That was more challenging that what I had thought (and it didn’t come out how I thought it would). I hope it all makes sense. It’s all pretty much glimpses of her life and the relationship she has with the people in her father’s world— and YES, her father is Shishio, muah ha ha ha (but how obvious was that?). I had this idea of Kaoru for a while now and it seemed interesting to me to convey her as this unwilling ‘bad guy’. Sorry if anyone feels like I’m butchering 'Rurouni Kenshin', but hey, it’s Fanfiction and we can exploit others’ stories and characters as we please, right? And I do apologize for the lack of K&K action/confrontation. That will be left for next chapter. So… any comments or questions?
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Life of Kaoru
Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in... and breathe out.
She stood in the middle of one of her father’s dojo; sitting crossed-legged as she concentrated on her breathing. Meditating, trying to keep her thoughts, memories, emotions, and self together. It was easier said than done. Nonetheless, she continued the breathing exercise, knowing full well that it was needed in order to keep herself sane.
The air was cool, even inside. The mid-winter crispness filled her lungs, and if she hadn’t worked-out before hand, she was sure she’d be freezing at that moment.
A thick layer of sweat still covered her body, as well as her training attire. Navy-blue gym shorts, sports bra, black weight-lifting gloves, and a white wife-beater were all drenched in the salty perspiration. Her dark-hair was up in its usual pony-tail, a few wet locks sticking stubbornly to her features.
Focusing on her task, she tried to clear her mind, finding it almost impossible as it seemed to relentlessly wander off.
She was well into the first month of the new semester and the work load was getting more challenging, more copious. There were three papers she needed to finish, one of which was due in a couple days. So, needless to say she had research plaguing her mind, disturbing her ongoing battle to wipe-out any thoughts at that moment.
Sighing, she tried again. Inhale… and… exhale.
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It all started after that day. Everything changed. He changed that day.
Strange what the human mind holds on to—she couldn’t have been older than four or five, but Kaoru had a few recollections and images imprinted in her mind of happenings when she was a young child.
Her mother. Kaoru could still remember her—midnight-black hair and ocean-blue eyes just like her own.
She could still remember her mother’s warm, comforting embrace. The way her arms wrapped protectively around and made her feel that no harm could ever come to her. The sweet sound of her voice as she sung while she cooked. The times she tucked her into bed, whispering how there are angels watching over her and that her father will be home soon. The way she firmly, yet delicately held her tiny, chubby hand when they walked around town, her mother’s face shining down on her with pride; after all, Kaoru was her little mini-me.
It brought a warm, fuzzy feeling. Her mother, Keiko, had been a beautiful woman, and her father was deeply in love with her.
Her father. She couldn’t remember how her father looked like before the incident, seeing as he was only around half the time then, and he refused to save any pictures of his former self. He had burned all evidence, telling Kaoru that the past was behind them and they were going to start a new life together, as well as a new world.
Her mother’s death had greatly affected her father. It turned him into a hard man; harsh, demanding, stern, and forceful. However, that didn’t stop the few fond moments she did remember of him while her mother was still alive.
He had always been a massive man; more in inner strength than physical appearance. Her crystal-like, innocent eyes would look up at him, small arms held up for her dad to carry her—and he did. He easily scooped her up and playfully threw her up in the air, causing her to go into a fit of joyful laughter.
There were times when her father would sit by the fire-place, cleaning his katana with devoted and thorough strokes in an almost daze-like state. Kaoru would peek at him by the door, trying to be as quiet as possible as she stared at the omnipotent man that is her father. Neither his dark silhouette nor his rugged demeanor frightened her…it fascinated her, even as a small child.
“Kaoru.” he would say smiling, knowing that she was in fact hiding with her complete attention toward him.
Stopping his activity, he would place his weapon down on the table next to him, “Come, Kaoru.”
She would comply, running happily over to him and jumping into his arms.
His laugh was rich and robust, rumbling from deep with-in his chest. How she loved it when her father laughed like that.
Rolled up in his lap, cuddling into his chest, he would hum. It was soothing. She would grab a tiny fistful of his dark hair and hold on to it, wanting to keep her daddy close to her. Her lids would eventually start to drift close as his melody serenely took her to into dreamland.
She had long gone forgotten the song, and he ceased to hum it again.
He changed. Everything had changed. Kaoru could still remember that day…
She had been sitting on the counter, watching as her mother cooked. The spices, herbs, and vegetables filled the air, and she took a big whiff of the delicious smell, listening to her mother as she sung. She smiled at her as she swung her feet beneath her, enjoying the song, loving her mother’s voice.
Her mother smiled back, stirring the soup she was preparing. She continued to sing, occasionally stopping to taste the broth, cautiously blowing on the small amount to cool it off and carefully guiding the large ladle into her mouth, making sure it was to her liking.
Placing the serving spoon back into the pot, her mother had only stirred a couple more times before there was a pounding on the door. Stopping, she wiped her hands on kitchen towel, petting Kaoru’s hair tenderly before leaving to answer the door.
The memory is still so vivid—she remembered only waiting a fraction of a moment, enough for her to look over at the cutting board to see the diced celery and carrots, to notice how the soup started to boil violently, only momentarily glance down at her flowered dress before her mother came rushing back to her.
Kaoru could immediately feel the change of mood in her mother. She saw the worry etched in her face as she seemed to unbelievingly look before her. Her forehead wrinkled, her brows furrowed, and she looked over at her.
Her mother grabbed her and swung her over one hip to carry her. Kaoru tightly hung on to her blouse as she bounced in her mother’s arms from all the movement. She hadn’t closed her eyes, but she was still unaware of where her mother was taking her. Everything seemed a blur. Everything was just flashes of beige and white walls, of hung pictures, and of closed wooden doors as her mother quickly scurried.
The booming pounding of knocking didn’t end.
She was scared. She didn’t know what was going on or what had changed so sudden. All she was aware of was her mother’s alarm, her tenseness, and how frantically she moved.
Her mother had placed her down, making sure her feet safely landed on the carpeted floor.
“Kaoru, sit down. As low as you can, sweetie.”
She did as she was told. Her eyes darted about, seeing the hung clothes above her, the shoes to the side of her, recognizing her parents’ closet. Leaning on the corner and curling into a little ball, hugging her legs closely to her, she watched her mother hurriedly take comforters, sheets, and pillows out from the upmost shelf.
A bright glimmer caught her eye; long steel. Kaoru recognized it as one of her father’s katanas, and her mother was currently holding it. She unsheathed it half way and looked back at Kaoru, sheathing the blade back, her mother squat down next to her.
“Kaoru, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” she started.
She did, hearing the urgency in her mother’s voice.
“I need you to stay here, sweetie. Don’t move, don’t come up, not matter what. Do you understand?”
Kaoru nodded her head, confused.
Her mother’s hands went back to the back of her neck, unclipping her necklace. She took Kaoru’s small hand and placed the silver jewelry in it, lovingly closing it tight within her own. “Hold on to this.”
Kaoru felt the shaking of her mother’s hand and she couldn’t help but look up at the dazzling woman, warm determination and cold fear engulfed her blue eyes. How she remembered that so clearly.
No, she didn’t want her mother to leave. She stood and hugged her tightly, small arms circling around her mother’s neck, hot tears threatening to come out, sniffling as she refused to separate.
“Mommy, don’t leave.” Kaoru nestled her head into her mother’s hair.
She hugged her right back, just as tightly as what Kaoru was holding on to her.
“I love you, Kaoru, my sweet child. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
Gently pulling her away, she made Kaoru sit back down.
All of the sheets, comforters, pillows, and hung clothes were thrown over her. Her mother tried to hide her to the best of her abilities.
Kaoru heard the closet door close, followed by her mother’s retreating foot-steps. And with that, there was nothing. Not a single sound for a while.
She didn’t like it there; all curled up into a fetal position against two walls. She felt so small. Kaoru couldn’t see anything but nonetheless, she closed her eyes shut. The covers and fabrics over her didn’t leave much room for fresh air, the small corner suffocating with her hot breathing.
Breaking. Crashing. Pounding. Her hands flew up to cover her ears. The sudden noises frightened her to the core. They were loud and she felt it all vibrate from where she stood. Although in retrospect, she wasn’t sure whether it was the noise that caused all the shaking, or if it was she that was trembling.
It’s been a while since she’d thought about that moment, when she was a child hiding in the closet, wanting for the noises to stop, waiting for her mother to rescue her.
That morning when she and Kenshin were assaulted brought the feeling of the hiding cornered child she had once been flooding back.
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there, how much time had passed.
The clattering eventually ended. Kaoru waited as long as she could after much time of silence. Her mother hadn’t come back.
She stood, digging her way out of the pile of clean linen and thrown clothing. Opening the door, Kaoru slowly made her way out.
Her shoes made small clacking sounds as she walked through the halls and carefully down the stairs. They seemed to echo, and gradually faded away as she heard her own heart beat became faster and louder the closer she came downstairs.
Kaoru stopped before the living room, her eyes wide.
The walls were stained with red, some furniture torn and slashed, framed pictures, lamps, windows, and porcelain figurines broken, left on the floor forgotten.
The corner of her eyes caught something behind a fallen couch. They traveled to the area. A puddle of red liquid pooled out, becoming bigger and bigger and with it laid locks of long, mid-night hair, along with a slender female arm.
Paralyzed, she stood her ground. She was immobile as she stared at that spot, unsure of what to do. Kaoru wasn’t even aware of the silent tears making their way down her small child’s face.
She heard footsteps behind her, and she remained unmoving. Large footsteps stopped, the singing of an unsheathing blade followed, which could only mean one thing.
“Daddy?” she croaked out shakily.
He didn’t say or do anything for a while—he just stood as she did, possibly giving her space and time to make sense of what she saw.
Eventually, he came to stand right next to her.
“What happened?” she quietly asked.
“She was killed.”
Kaoru felt her heart jump to her throat, her fear becoming reality, as more cascading tears fell from naively blinking eyes, “Why?”
“Because she was weak. She could have prevented all of this if she were strong. Do you understand?”
She shook her head.
“Of course not. I’ll explain everything in due time.” he held his hand out to her.
Kaoru reached and took it, his much larger hand overlapping hers. The rough, cloth material got her attention, and she looked up at him, seeing he was bandaged from head-to-toe.
“I’ll explain what they did to me as well.” he said, evidentially noticing her curious gaze directed at him. “They will pay for what they’ve done. The strong will live, and the weak shall die. I will teach you to be strong.”
Her father guided her out of their house, and she followed. She looked down at her hand, for the first time seeing the necklace with the small silver key that her mother gave her. Fisting her hand tight, she held it close to her heart, looking up at her father to see if he’d seen what she had.
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Dark eyebrows came down in a frown. She shook her head in frustration and opened her eyes, angry at herself for her failing attempt at meditation.
Sighing, she stood up. Dark-haired woman paced back and forth, impatience keenly aggravating her—she could not waste time reminiscing the past. There are too many things she needed to set forth her efforts and focus on, and these unwanted flash-backs aren’t helping her in the least.
Stopping, she annoyingly tapped her foot as she tried to think.
Looking over the furthest dojo wall, she saw a formidable sized dresser standing along it. Uncertain, she walked over, standing before it, staring for a couple long minutes.
Carefully reaching the small knobs, she held them, eventually pulling in order to open the vintage doors before her. She was met with the inside filled with different kinds of weapons. Most were katanas varying in color, length, weight, and age. The rest were axes, scythes, sais, a medieval sword, hand-guns, shot-guns, a sniper riffle all incased, army knives, machetes, bows and arrows, a handful of Misao’s throwing daggers, and a number of unnamed bladed weaponry. All collected throughout the years
She didn’t care much for them. The entire assortment stored in the dark, tall chest just to be kept away. Most reminded her of things she preferred and chose not to remember. Rarely did she open the wooden storage compartment, but somehow, at that moment it didn’t seem like a bad idea.
However, in contrast to her off-putting collection, she did have one favorite weapon— a katana she most often used, incased in a black and blue sheath. That artistically crafted piece of steel didn’t conjure up anything negative, unlike what lay in that dresser. She never stored it with the rest of her collection and was currently lying carefully by her bed in her room, where it has been untouched for months now.
Reaching over, she picked up four hatchets; they were thin, polished, and bladed along all sides excluding the handle. Its mirror like surface gleamed. She held it up in front of her, seeing her eyes reflected back at her from its surface… as well as a sky-blue blur that seemed to have flashed suddenly behind her.
Without giving it a second thought, she took one step back to turn around and throw the small axes at the offending hazy figure—swiftly one at a time. Blades spun in the air at the target’s next location, she knowing full well where to fling them in order to stop her uninvited guest.
The razor blades made contact with the wall; sharp ‘thuds’ being heard as they caught the intruder. Hatchets pinned him. They landed on his clothing, two on the sleeves of his shirt, the other two on either side of his torso, preventing him from moving.
Kaoru crossed her arms in front of her, raising an eye-brow at the ever contently grinning brown-haired, sky-blue eyed male.
“You know… it’s considered rude trying to spy on people.”
“Trying? So I take it my attempt failed?” he amusedly asked.
“You’re pinned to the wall… what do you think?”
“I think it’s safe to say my shirt is ruined. You owe me a new one.”
“As far as I see it, it could have been worst. Besides, doesn’t my father give you a fair enough allowance so you can buy another?”
“The remuneration he gives me is more than fair, but it wouldn’t be the same. It’d be special coming from you.”
“Really? Soujiro, I never thought of you as sentimental.”
“I can’t get anything past you, can I, Kaoru?” he sarcastically said, his unfaltering smile never waiving. “So, how about helping me down?”
She walked over to him, grasping the blunt handles, “So, what brings you here?” Kaoru asked as she easily pulled the hatchets off, freeing the young man as she did so.
“I haven’t seen you in a while. I was kinda starting to miss you.”
She playfully shot him a glare, “I’m sure you did.”
“Well, to be honest, I didn’t just come here to visit.”
“I knew there was a catch.” she turned, walking over to the dresser.
“Your father asks for your presence as soon as possible.”
“Does he? What for?” small axes were placed back.
“I’m afraid he didn’t say.”
“Fantastic.” she bit out, closing the dresser shut.
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
Kaoru turned to look at him, “Am I supposed to?”
His smile faded, remaining silent for a while before answering, “He is your father, Kaoru.”
“Well, it’s not like I don’t love the man. I just don’t want to be included in his business. ”
“It never used to bother you before.”
“It has always bothered me… you know that.”
Slightly tilting his head, he analyzed her actions in wonder, trying to comprehend the cause to the raven-haired girl’s irritated aura.
Attentively narrowing her eyes at him, Kaoru noticed this “What are you thinking?”
She knew how easily Soujiro could read her, even without sensing her ki. It was more than just intuitive. They were raised together, almost as if they were siblings. They squabbled as children, viciously brawled during their training as they grew, developed a certain ‘sibling rivalry’ as they got older fighting for her father’s approval, and later, after so many periods of being alone with only each other to count on, became efficient accomplices, trustworthy partners. She and Soujiro saw each other change and mature into young adults, understanding their similarities and acknowledging and accepting their differences.
His hands came up to his shirt, starting to unbutton his top.
“Whoa. Souji, I’m flattered but, I never really thought of you that way.” she joked, flashing him a smile.
“Very funny, you perv.” Soujiro responded, his almost permanent grin reappearing on his boyish features.
He threw his shirt aside, leaving him in his white under-shirt and trademark khakis. He nudged his head at her, beckoning for her to come to him.
“What’s this all about?”
“I’m going to help you.” he explained, holding his hand out for her.
“I don’t need help.”
“You don’t? So, I take it that you still have the little trick I taught you mastered?”
Azure eyes glared at him.
“Now, now, Kaoru, don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t stand it when you’re upset with me.” Soujiro teased.
Huffing in defeat, she walked to him and took a hold of his hand, letting him lead her to the middle of the large room.
“Sit.”
She did, crossing her legs, straightening her back.
“Kaoru, I’m going to need you to close your eyes.”
Sighing, she leisurely let her lids fall. She felt him slowly walk around her, his ki unreadable.
“Now…” he started, his voice monotone, “Carefully listen to what I’m about to tell you.”
She nodded.
“Focus on the sound of my voice. Only think and concentrate on my voice. Clear your mind. Now… breathe in and breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out…” he kept close tabs on her energy.
Complying, she calmly took breaths at Soujiro’s spoken tempo.
“Listen to your beating heart. Only listen to your beating heart. It should be steady. You should be able to hear it very clearly.”
They stood still as she heard the beating pattern.
~*Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump…*~
He waited patiently, allowing her time as he got on one knee before her, observing her carefully.
“Focus on that thumping.” he quietly stated, as if he were sharing a secret, “Not only should you be able to hear it, you should be able to feel it, but more heavy and stinging than ever.”
Her brows furrowed.
“Kaoru, start controlling that beating you feel.”
Her jaw clenched.
“Control that beating and make it stop.”
There was silence, both unaware and uncaring of the elapsing time. They just stood still as she lightly frowned in concentration and he remained by her side expectantly.
After a while, she exhaled loudly, her features relaxing, the tenseness in her face diminishing.
“Kaoru?”
Lazily opening her lids, her dull ocean-blue eyes traveled to young man beside her, making eye contact.
He smiled all the more, “And you said you didn’t need my help.”
Her shine-less eyes narrowed.
“Well, it worked. I can’t feel your energy at all.”
Glaring, she didn’t respond.
“I’d truthfully enjoy a match with you right now but, like I said before, your father asks for you to meet him as soon as possible.” he cheerfully explained.
Fully comprehending, she made her way to stand.
His hand grasped her wrist before she was able to, keeping her low to the ground alongside him.
“But… I know you.” his voice uncharacteristically serious and low, “Although you need it, you hate being like this. So, can you snap out of it?”
She scowled all the more, tightening her lips in trepidation. Nonetheless, she bowed her head, raven bangs hovering over her eyes.
He watched as she took in a few easy, deep breaths, sensing her detached emotions, honing in on her lacking energy. With one last breath from her, he finally felt that missing ki, her lively aura once again detectable.
She faintly shook her head, inwardly composing herself. Her sight journeyed up to look at him, her eyes once again heatedly sparkling.
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After the helpful encounter with Soujiro, she immediately went to take a shower that seemed long overdue. It was a little piece of heaven being alone, bathing, and letting her mind wander to things she would normally not think about in the presence of her family.
Bubble suds streamed down, the warm water poured abundantly over her body, the pressure feeling blissful. The jasmine scented body-wash filled the steamy shower, the aroma smelling so good. Aloofah in hand, she scrubbed her body leisurely, lathering, taking her sweet time. Palm and fingers roamed over her own skin, her thoughts centered on one subject.
Kenshin.
He and his rebellious red hair, his sinewy arms, his smooth voice, and his eyes… his spine tingling, violet eyes. She’d never seen such eyes as his, and the way he looked at her—Kaoru was surprised she didn’t melt under such intense looks he cast her way.
However, she was taught well. The nervous, heart-pounding, burning he evoked in her cleverly hidden, subduing all those brewing feelings. Kaoru isn’t one to be outdone, allowing her confident aloofness to take over, matching him with most of anything he threw at her.
Yet, the red-headed man made her want to lose herself to him. No man has ever made her feel the way he has. Electricity crossed her skin when his hands roamed her figure, following every curve. Warmth filled her body whenever he’d whisper into her ear. Any time he kissed her, holding her form so close to his, she felt… safe, protected. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but for once it was reliving knowing that the guy she was dating was just as able as she.
Still, who knew that the Hitokiri Battousai could be so attentive, selfless, or passionate?
She’s heard tales of him, the legendary man-slayer. She’s heard of his speed, his strength, his skill. For the longest time she didn’t think he was real, believed all those stories were myths, probably just a tell-tales of some barely talented yahoo who happened to be dumb enough to let a few witnesses escape and lucky enough to have his battles exaggeratingly retold.
Kaoru didn’t believe such a person existed, that is, till one day Soujiro came back home bruised, bloody, and dazed at the brink of falling over.
Astonished, she rushed over from her father’s side to the battered brunette, wrapping an arm around him as he held on to her for support.
Her father just watched, studying the exchange between her and Soujiro, Yumi and Hoji by his side.
~*“Souji, what happened?”
“Ran into the Battousai. Couldn’t help sneaking up on him.” he smiled, thick crimson sputtering with his every word.
“He’s real?” she frowned skeptically.
“He sure is. We had one hell of a match.”
“You could’ve been killed, you idiot.”
He scoffed, “You know, I like you better like this, caring and what not. Anyways, you should’ve seen how I left him.”*~
Kaoru’s curiosity was piqued regarding the mysterious swordsman.
Around a year later, there was word of the Battousai again.
She was nineteen and entering her second underground fighting tournament. Although this time she went alone, without her father or Soujiro. All she wanted was the cash prize and had asked Soujiro as a favor not to enter that time around. He owed it to her.
Her father got wind of the event when Soujiro and she were sixteen and made them attend for the first time. They were put against each other in the final match. It was epic, but resulted in her defeat. This time, she had a sort of ‘falling out’ with her father and needed a make some money, thus she requested for Soujiro’s absence.
Rumors of the Battousai being invited as a ‘Special Guest’ circulated amongst the blood-thirsty skilled sword-men and martial artists. Needless to say, it triggered an all the more hardy fighting appetite in the already competitive natured contenders; they all wanted a piece of the well-known man-slayer. It even excited her, she wanted to see the legend with her own eyes. However, that’s all the rumors were…just rumors.
It was disappointing, but not surprising. The Battousai has supposedly cut most of his links to that world and it was said that he worked as an assassin for hire now, answering to no one but himself.
Then, years later, there was that moment at the subway…
Like every weekday morning, she was on her way to class. Messenger bag, sunglasses, and music player in hand she walked along the busy streets of the city, her stylish boots clapping against pavement, oblivious to anyone or anything around her. It’s not to say her guard was down, far from it. If there were no threatening or suspicious energies around her, she was able to get lost in her own thoughts.
The subway had been packed and there were no seats available. So she stood, holding on to the railing as she listened to an upbeat R&B song.
There had been an abrupt skip to the cart startling all the passengers and having a few almost fall of their seat. Ungracefully, she hadn’t held on well enough and ended almost toppling over. Thank goodness Soujiro hadn’t been there, he would have laughed and never let her live down how a trained fighter had such an uncoordinated moment.
However, a strong, warm wall prevented any possible fall, followed by a firm, yet gentle hand holding her steady.
She looked up at the stranger, smiling politely for his assistance. But, she did a double-take, finding such color as his odd. Red-hair and violet eyes, a very rare color indeed.
Noticing that she had been ogling the man, she felt her cheeks warm up in mortification and quickly looked away. Kaoru had never in her life been so innately transfixed in an unfamiliar person as she had been then. Nevertheless, she zeroed in on his ki, checking and sensing his energy finding it normal, bristling with what she imagined was amusement, but nonetheless normal.
Coincidentally, later that day, she bumped into him again at JJ’s. She surveyed him from across the bar, finding him much more moody and dark than when she had seen him earlier that day. She had Sano pour him another drink as she asked about the mysterious red-head in black. Spiky-haired bartender didn’t tell her much; just that he was a weekday usual. Mustering up enough courage, she went over to him, curiosity tugging at her every fiber. They briefly conversed but she had to admit he left an impression, although she figured she’d never see him again. But after that, he unpredictably went looking for her at her University, and their relationship took off from there.
It took her a while to figure out Kenshin was the legendary swordsman she had heard so much about. She was only able to put two and two together when she overheard a couple of her father’s goons talk about the Battousai, mentioning the trademark blood-red hair, unique cross-shaped scar on his left cheek, and his golden, paralyzing eyes.
A flag went up in apprehension. Even though only two out of the three features mentioned matched Kenshin—but hadn’t she seen amber swirling in his amethyst depths? Nonetheless, she became suspicious of the man she was spending time with.
Kaoru kept a close eye, keenly observing and analyzing his every action she saw when they were together.
After much deliberation, she concluded that he always suppressed his ki. However, it was still present and she couldn’t sense any ill-will flickering of his aura. Surely he knew who she was, and if that was the case, what did he want from her? Did he want to play her? Or was he possibly hired to take her out? That was sadly very likely. Just from the top of her head, she could name a good hand-full of foes that had the resources and motive to want her out of the picture. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time someone attempted to get close to her in order to take her life.
Even so, Kaoru continued to be with him, keeping him close so she could keep an eye on the red-head. Yes, she was wary of Kenshin but she was strangely drawn to him. Like a moth to the flame, the perfect cliché to her situation.
She waited and waited for any him to strike, but it never came.
Then a thought crossed her mind; if he was truly the Hitokiri Battousai and if he really wanted her dead, then he would have already attempted it. No, he wouldn’t waste his time. The ruthless manslayer would have already hunted her down and promptly attacked her by now.
In addition, Kenshin has gone as far as keeping her out of harm’s way, protecting her adamantly. It would be irrational and redundant for a hired assassin to do that.
With that in mind, Kaoru relaxed the suspicious thoughts and let herself enjoy his company. A warm feeling filled her thinking that possibly Kenshin liked her for exactly who she truly is, and he being in the same line of business, would understand her more than anybody, without any judgment or prejudice. With him she actually felt… hopeful.
Turning the water off, her hands went to her hair, wringing the excess water.
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a white towel around her form. Coming up to the mirror, Kaoru wiped the condensation, clearing the steam.
Looking at her reflection, she saw herself. Her father was right, she did look just like her. Same blue eyes, same long, dark hair, like her mother’s.
She remembered the time her father had hacked off her hair during a fit of rage. He painfully grasped her hair and slammed her face against the floor, keeping her put while his blade came down and cut off pools of mid-night locks.
~*“You look too much like her, you little runt!”*~
She was fourteen then.
As a small symbol of her rebellion, she hence let her hair grow out long.
Sighing, she picked up a brush to comb through her tangled hair. She started to hum as she carried on her after shower routine, flipping her hair over and flipping it back to shake her hair loose. The silver necklace with the small key lay by the sink. Her slender hand went to pick it up, gingerly putting it on, clasping the hooks in the back together as she did so. Petting the silver charm on her chest, her thoughts starting to wandered to her mother again.
She suddenly felt her hair stand on end, sensing an intruding energy nearby…
His sight was on her, hearing her hum that tune of hers as she messed with her raven hair. He walked closer, remaining quiet. He watched her as she put her necklace on, her back toward him. Stepping nearer and nearer, her humming becoming clearer, he closed in all the more.
Taking one final quick dash he stood where she was; in front of the steam cleared mirror, the midnight haired woman nowhere to be seen.
He frowned in puzzlement, eyes looking left and right.
The cocking of a gun was heard from behind as he felt a cold, hard object placed against his head, stirring his white locks.
“My spidey senses were tingling.”
Grinning, he tilted his head to the side in an effort to glimpse at the girl he had been trying to creep up on.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“A text message would’ve sufficed.”
He turned around to face her, meeting her platinum handgun pointed directly at his temple. Taking a minute, he took the chance to take in her appearance; towel wrapped closely around her form, damp, tousled hair falling over her shoulders, her lean arm straight, hand tightly holding the firearm, and vividly glimmering eyes monitoring him, narrowing as she noticed him checking her out.
“Kaoru, Kaoru, I have to say you look good enough to eat right now.” he teased as he flashed a mischievous smirk.
She rolled her eyes, “Don’t make me pull the trigger.”
“You won’t.”
“How sure are you about that?”
He challengingly took one step closer, “Then go ahead and pull.”
Kaoru glared at him. This spiky haired man before her had always irritated her. He was cocky, selfish, and border line neurotic. Plus they always seemed to butt heads.
She met Enishi Yukishiro during her second occasion at the underground tournament. The first time she saw him, she had to admit, she found him fairly attractive. He was roguishly handsome after all, with a chiseled physique, bronze skin that clashed with his fair hair, and turquoise eyes.
After her first match during that tournament, he came up to her, apparently impressed. They talked, they flirted, and as they did, she started to feel there was something upsettingly off about his aura. To her disappointment, Kaoru discovered that he was just like all the fighters present at the arena. He was just as blood-thirsty and vengeful as the men there. Possibly worse. Thus, her attraction to him faded.
Ironically enough, he wasn’t there to fight. Enishi was one of the sponsors to the tournament. Being the only living Yukishiro, he had apparently inherited all of his family’s wealth and had made good use of his money by purchasing and investing in factories. As a personal hobby, he liked to spend his money on recreational things such as events like that fighting competition.
Once the tournament had ended, she was proud of her winning and relieved about leaving all of that behind.
However, returning to her father’s mansion, she was surprised to see her frosty-haired acquaintance there, grinning from ear to ear.
Enishi had allied with her father—she was still unsure of how she felt about that.
“I don’t have all day. Are you going to shoot or not?”
Her eyes quickly roamed his body in a once over, noticing he didn’t have his katana, and that his attire consisted of tight black wife-beater and jeans. There was no way he could he hiding a weapon on him, unless he had a knife safely hidden away in one of his combat boots, but that didn’t impose too much of a threat. Sighing, she pulled her gun back.
“That’s a good girl. I know you’d never shoot me.””
Eye-brow rose, “Did you need anything, Enishi?”
“I just thought I’d escort you to your father’s study.”
She scoffed, tuning around to leave her bathroom, “And to think I thought chivalry was dead. Thanks but no thanks. I’m sure I can manage without your assistance.”
He followed her out, entering her bedroom, “I just figured it was appropriate seeing as how your father wants us to marry.”
She stopped dead in her tracks. Turning around, Kaoru incredulously fixed her eyes on him and his smug grin. Momentarily glaring at him, she knew that he was indeed not lying.
“Well, the good times just keep on coming, don’t they.” she sarcastically replied, striding over to a dresser, opening a drawer, pretending as if his sudden news hadn’t upset her.
“What’s wrong, dear? You don’t want to marry me?” he mockingly asked.
She took her time rummaging through her underwear drawer before she answered, discreetly hiding her gun as she did so. “It’s absurd, Enishi. Why would you want to marry me? You don’t love me.” she slammed the drawer shut, panties and bra chosen in hand.
“What’s love got to do with it?”
“You don’t even like me.” she countered.
He smirked, “What’s like got to do with it?”
“It has everything to do with it.” she crossed her arms before her.
“Kaoru, Kaoru…” he shook his head in false disappointment, “…you’re so naïve. Society has us believe that marriage is this ideal, fairy-tale union between two found soul-mates. A consented unity for love stuck fools. It’s all crap. Do you know what a marriage really is?”
“Oh, do tell.” she said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
Grin disappearing, he shot her a hard glare, “It’s a business merging.”
“Really? Well then, I guess I’ll just have to talk to my father about this ‘merging’ proposal, won’t I?”
“He’s already decided.”
“So you say, but I’ve got methods to change his mind.”
“Methods? Like helping the Doctor’s kid escape your father or befriending that Captain’s brat when you were ordered to take her out? Yeah, I’ve heard of your childish tantrums. ”
She glowered at him.
“Temper, Tem-”
“What, is there an echo in here?” she snapped, irritation keenly scorching her every nerve.
Slight eye twitch at her remark and he rapidly darted over to her. There was only a black blur before he came charging, his heated mind having him act on impulse, slamming her against the nearest wall, his hands clutching her arms tightly.
“Don’t interrupt me.” he seethed.
“And you…” she struck his hands off of her in one fluid downward motion, “…don’t touch me.”
He slammed his fists on the wall on either side of her in exasperation, the loud knock vibrating the wall behind her.
Kaoru stood still as she boldly glared at the vexed man in front of her; his huffy breathing elevated, a few veins popping on his neck, and eyes fixed on her, stirring madly over her face.
It didn’t take long for Enishi to control his breathing, sighing deeply as he did so. He glared menacingly at her as she looked back with an equally angry expression.
His gaze dropped to her neck as something caught his attention. Recognizing the mark, his scowl melted into a knowing smirk as his eyes met her sapphire.
“I see you have a new boy-toy.”
Taken back, her hand impulsively flew to cover the area he had just eyed. ‘Damn Kenshin.’
“Who is he?”
“My personal life is none of your business.”
“What did I just tell you? We’re probably going to get hitched, so your life will be my business.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
“Yes we will. A word of advice, enjoy all the little bite marks he’s giving you because after we wed, I won’t have my little bride slutting herself around.”
He pushed himself off the wall and turned to make his way out.
“I’ll see you in your father’s study, wifey.” Enishi said just as he closed her bedroom door behind him leaving a disturbed Kaoru behind.
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She wasn’t looking forward to seeing her father and would have left his mansion if it wasn’t for the troubling marriage proposal Enishi had tactlessly conveyed. Kaoru needed to hear the verification from him, needed to know why he wouldn’t tell her before someone else did.
Still in her bedroom, she hurriedly put some jeans on and a tastefully plunging, long-sleeved teal top. Going back to her drawer, she took her gun and placed it at the back of her jeans. She slipped on her boots and briefly stopped at her vanity table for some last minute blush, taking a hair ribbon, she tossed it over her shoulder. Somewhat satisfied with her appearance, she proceeded to make her way to out, but once again stopped as a black and blue object got her attention. Eyeing it carefully as it lay by her bed she contemplated taking her katana with her. Sighing as she tightened her lips, she went over to pick it up, just in case her father decided to ambush her like he had done so many times in the past. Exiting, she locked her bedroom door behind her.
Her father’s mansion was large and magnificent, but also eerie. She never knew who her father had invited over to stay, who exactly occupied the numerous rooms of the large estate. From what she knew, currently her father, Soujiro, Hoji, Yumi, and occasionally she and Enishi were residing there. They were the inhabiting regulars. However, she hadn’t been to the mansion in a while so she wasn’t up to date on her father’s guests.
Kaoru walked through the hall leading to her father’s location, tying her katana securely on a belt loop. She had to admit she felt naked without the weight of it by her side, and now carrying it on her once again, she felt as if she attained the small part of her that she felt was missing. It was silly. Realistically thinking, her blade was just an inanimate object, but through her father’s insisting training, she knew that her katana was just as much part of her as her as a hand, an arm, or her heart.
Passing the kitchen, her stomach rumbled in need of some food. Rewinding her steps, she looked into the room, spotting a box of muffins. Blue eyes widened in anticipation as she made her way toward the pastries. Taking one she bit into it, her teeth sinking into the soft bread she delightfully discovered had cranberries inside and for the first time that day actually felt, to an extent, relaxed.
Kaoru’s ears perked up, hearing approaching footsteps down the hall.
She sighed in frustration, ‘Can’t I have one moment to myself in this place?’ she thought.
Feeling the ki and hearing the short, delicate sounds of the sandals against the hardwood floor, she knew it was her step-mother. Standing still, she paused from eating her snack as she crossed her fingers, hoping that the older woman wouldn’t see her by the counter.
The small footsteps shuffled closer and closer and she waited patiently to hear those same steps walk past her.
‘Come on, come on, come on. Just walk past the kitchen.’ she chanted inside her head.
But, the soft treading stopped right at the door to the kitchen.
‘Damn.’
“Your father is waiting for you, young lady.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around to face the unwanted company, leaning her bottom on the counter as she did so.
Yumi Komagata. She was a strikingly sensual woman. Kaoru perceived that from the very first time she saw her. She favored a traditional kimono but put her own twist on it as she left it hanging about her shoulders. Her hair was usually pinned up, leaving alabaster neck, shoulders, back, and chest exposed.
“So everybody keeps on telling me.” she nonchalantly said as she took another bite of the cranberry muffin.
“Should you be eating that?”
Kaoru’s gazed followed Yumi’s, “Why shouldn’t I be?”
“Do you have any idea how many carbs are in that thing?”
“Carbs?” her brows light knitted. “I think the last of my worries would be my intake of carbs, especially seeing as how many calories I’m probably burn off during training.”
“I’m just trying to help you out. You need to look your best for your father’s ball coming up.”
“Dad’s ball? Since when has he been so social?”
“Since now. He needs that night to go by smoothly. Anyone who’s anyone will be there.”
“Is that so? Like who?”
“I didn’t memorize the guest list. All I do know is that you need to start cutting down on all of the ‘fatty foods’ you consume so you can be able to fit into your gown.”
“I’m not going.”
Yumi’s hazel eyes narrowed, “What?”
“I’m not going. Finals are that following week and I won’t waste time going to some pompous party dad’s hosting.”
“And what makes you think you have a choice?” she crossed her arms, pressing her chest together to reveal more cleavage.
Kaoru rolled her eyes as she looked away, reaching over to the box to take another muffin, “Let me worry about that, Yumi. And you…” she steadily made her way to the door, stopping right beside her stepmother, “…worry about your own ‘carb intake’ instead of mine. After all, I’m not the one who has to take care of my figure.”
Yumi angrily scowled.
Mid-night haired girl grinned at the reaction she was shooting to get from her. “But, if you need help tightening your flabby butt, you’re welcomed to spar with me and Soujiro. Hell, I bet even Enishi would be more than happy to help with any extra exercise you evidentially need.” It wasn’t her nature to be even the slightest bit nasty, but her step-mother more than deserved every demeaning, immature comment Kaoru threw her way.
Older woman seethed, “Why you disrespectful litt-”
“Uh-huh.” she held her fisted hand out, one finger up, waving back and forth in an intolerant manner. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. You don’t want me to pulverize that pretty face of yours the way I did when I was seventeen, do you?”
“Your father won’t allow it.”
“My father isn’t here right now, is he?”
Yumi all but growled at her step-daughter.
Sapphire eyes amusedly twinkling, she grinned all the more. Purposely bringing the pastry the held to her mouth, she took a huge, slow bite. “Mmmm. It’s so good.” she exaggeratedly mumbled through a full mouth. “You want a nibble?” she patronized.
Huffing in annoyance, Yumi continued her scowl.
Kaoru giggled, “Let’s go. Dad is probably tired of waiting.”
Both women walked out of the kitchen door and down the hall leading to her father’s study. Approaching the large double doors, Kaoru quickly pulled her hair up in a pony tail, securing her favorite ribbon to keep her length locks out of her face. Reaching to hold the golden door knobs, she turned them in a twisting motion, opening the doors before her and Yumi.
Her father’s study was spacious with tall walls lined with shelves filled with books. He sat behind his desk, eyes closed, hands together as if in prayer.
Walking toward the heavy mahogany desk, she didn’t feel any danger.
Yumi quickly walked passed her to stand by her father’s side as Hoji was occupying the other. She saw Enishi calmly leaning against the left wall, his arms crossed, and Soujiro stood before her father, in front of his desk.
She halted when she reached Soujiro, the only person in the room she liked.
“Lord Shishio, you need to put a muzzle on your brat.” Yumi started, not wasting any time voicing out her thought.
“Really?” he opened his eyes to look at her.
Kaoru turned to her right at Soujiro. He met her look smiling, probably knowing that she had given Yumi a hard time again.
“Kaoru Makoto, what do you have to say for yourself?” he spoke as if she were a child.
Breaking eye-contact with her brother figure, she looked back at her father, “In my defense, she was butting into my business.”
“Your business?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He stood quiet. The entire room did as well as they waited for him to continue, the ticking clock the only thing audible amid the silence.
Kaoru didn’t like the stillness, feeling as if it was ‘quiet before the storm’.
“Sweetheart, come.”
Blinking in bewilderment, she did as she was asked, steadily walking around the desk to her father.
He patted his lap.
"Don't you think I'm a little too old for that?"
"Sit."
Uneasily she sat on his strong thigh, her back straight and hands delicately placed on her own lap. Blue-eyes roamed the room, wanting to catch the expressions of the people around her; Enishi stared curiously at them, Soujiro’s smile faded replaced with a wary look, Yumi waited expectantly, and from the corner of her eye she saw her father’s advisor, Hoji, watching attentively.
Facing her father, she valiantly met his eyes.
He petted her hair, “Child of mine.”
“Yes, daddy?”
He was in a good mood. Her father was either two ways with her; gingerly sweet or violently harsh. There was no middle ground, no grey area when it came to his treatment toward her. With Soujiro, he was always neutral and she had envied him for a long time for that, wishing she was the pupil instead of her father’s offspring.
“What’s this I heard about someone attacking you?”
“What about it?”
“Were you with those little friends of yours you try so hard to protect?”
Her eyes hardened at her father, “No. I was alone.”
“Have you taken care of it?”
“Meaning?”
“I’ve taken it easy on you, Kaoru.” his bandaged hand went to rub her back, “You know that, but I will not stand for my daughter to remain unmoving and defenseless. I raised you to be strong.”
She frowned, tightening her lips.
“Find these men that assaulted you and take care of it. Do you understand?”
Her eyes defiantly glared at him.
“Kaoru?”
“Dad.” she whispered, not wanting anyone else in the room to hear her although it is futile, “I can’t do that.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
She sighed, “Won’t”
“Listen to me, young lady. I have let you get away with a lot of things. You’ve cost me a lot of money, not to mention the embarrassment of leaving your last assignments with a pulse. What exactly did you think I meant when I ordered you to ‘get rid of them’? Now, disobey me again and I will take preventative measures. We had an agreement, did we not? Honor your father, Kaoru. Don’t let me down.” he menacingly hissed, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder, painfully squeezing as his iron fingers dug into the hollow area above her clavicle.
She winced, “Yes, dad.”
He loosened his hold, “Good. Now I have some great news for you. Enishi has asked for your hand in marriage…”
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A/N: Phew! That was more challenging that what I had thought (and it didn’t come out how I thought it would). I hope it all makes sense. It’s all pretty much glimpses of her life and the relationship she has with the people in her father’s world— and YES, her father is Shishio, muah ha ha ha (but how obvious was that?). I had this idea of Kaoru for a while now and it seemed interesting to me to convey her as this unwilling ‘bad guy’. Sorry if anyone feels like I’m butchering 'Rurouni Kenshin', but hey, it’s Fanfiction and we can exploit others’ stories and characters as we please, right? And I do apologize for the lack of K&K action/confrontation. That will be left for next chapter. So… any comments or questions?