Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Filled With Lust Or Love ❯ Their valiant leader ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The group left the Ocabeckho, and stepped out into the dimmed light of the sunset. The sun was just below the tree line, and was a bright orange with a pinkish purple out line, and reddish clouds. The perfect night for a kiss, Kenshin thought. “I'm full…” Yahiko bellowed, looking a little sick. “Why'd you eat so much?” “I was hungry,” Yahiko replied, clutching his stomach. “You were hungry, now your stuffed, are you ever content?” “OW!” Yahiko yelled as Kaoru hit him on the head with her hand. “Baka!” “UGLY!!” “Want to say that to my face?” “Yeah, if only I could get that close without puking,” Yahiko retorted, moaning louder. “My stomach. Owww, my stomach!” “You deserve that,” Kaoru shot back, but she couldn't hide the fleck of worry in her eyes. “Now that the kids are done fighting, Yahiko, what did you eat?” “Owww, the same thing you did.” “Let me rephrase that, how much did you eat?” “More than you,” Yahiko muttered, realizing his mistake. “Okay,” Kenshin began, “where do you think this is going,” his comment caused Megumi to chuckle softly. “Himura has a point, Yahiko, are you going to puke?” “I dunno, but I hope not.” “Step away from the kid,” Sano yelled as he ran behind Kaoru. “Ha, now seriously, Yahiko!” Kaoru barely had time to yell out his name when he started throwing up. “Well, that's the end of that.” Kenshin said, slightly disgusted at the scene in front of him. A kid throwing up, a tall mad pointing and laughing, two young women attempting to help the kid, and one confused, lost looking Battosai. He chuckled to himself, as Kaoru yelled at him to help. “What am I supposed to do?” “I don't know, make him stop puking?” “How?!” “Figure it out!” As they were yelling, Yahiko stopped throwing up, but he still clutched his stomach. “It still hurts,” he began, trying to stifle the moans trying to escape his throat, “it didn't hurt before.” “We can safely say that it is not because of the food. I just think he is sick.” Yahiko started to wobble on his feet; Sanoske picked him up and slung him over his right shoulder, “To the dojo!” And with that, Sanoske led them off to the dojo, their valiant leader.