Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Flight of the Wounded Dove ❯ Dinner ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Shaeya Sedjet Namir 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Updated On: 06.21.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Updated On: 06.21.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
A Note From Sedjet: Once again, thank you to all my wonderful reviewers. I know I am not the best with updates, but I am busy, busy theatre major with final scene work and departmental auditions coming up in two weeks time. That said, I request patience from my faithful readers. There is a chance that I will not be posting for at least two weeks, if not more, so you are getting two updates this weekend. Happy Thanksgiving! That said, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Still don't own them. Although, I fantasize about having a Kenshin of my very own. It makes me purr. Unfortunately, the RK characters still belong to Nobuhiro Watsuki.
Flight of the Wounded Dove
Chapter 5:
Dinner
“I wish they would hurry,” Sanosuke grumble as he, Yahiko and Kenshin made their way to Kaoru’s room. “I’m hungry.”
“You are always hungry, Sano,” Kenshin pointed out as he rapped lightly on the polished oak door.
Tae opened the door, a secret smile adorning her impish features. She moved aside and waved them into the room.
Kaoru stood up from the ornately carved vanity table. She self-consciously smoothed the wrinkles from her exquisite kimono.
Kenshin smiled proudly, brushing past Tae and crossing the short distance between himself and the woman he adored. Kenshin had never been a man who concerned himself with a woman’s outward appearance; however, he was astounded by the picture that Kaoru created against the brightness of the room. Her black hair was down and flowing freely to her waist. She wore a subtle hint of make-up—not too much, but enough to accentuate her delicate features. Her eyes had been thinly lined with kohl, and her cheeks were brushed with a subtle mauve, while her lips had been glossed with a dusky-rose shade of lip rouge.
Her deep blue kimono with its yellow obi was a stark contrast to the eggshell white off the room’s décor. Consequently, it was a stark contrast to her creamy alabaster complexion. The color deepened her sapphire eyes to a deep, thoughtful blue. The kimono was a work of art—Kaoru was a work of art. The luxurious fabric revealed soft curves that Kenshin had never been aware of. Most certainly, there was no doubt in his mind that she was entirely feminine.
Kaoru watched her warrior’s reaction with a keen interest. She was pleased by the soft, adoring smile that graced his generous mouth. It was a smile that, for once, reached his eyes. It was a lover’s smile.
“You are lovely, Kaoru,” her murmured softly, “I am flattered that you done all of this for me.”
She blushed, ducking her head for a moment, suddenly shy. “I wanted to catch your attention,” she smiled softly, finally meeting his gaze. “But in all honesty, it did not start out that way. I was doing it for me.”
Kenshin’s proud smile widened, “I am most proud of you, koishii.”
Kaoru ducked her head again as tears slipped down her cheeks, “Thank you,” she finally managed in a voice husky with emotion.
“And you have my undivided attention, koishii,” he murmured as he raised a hand to trace the soft curve of her cheek.
Kaoru blushed again. She didn’t know what to make of this new Kenshin. Perhaps she would have to take long holidays more often if she could get such ardent and desperate reactions from him.
Yahiko, whose view had been entirely blocked by the two other adults in the room, shouldered himself into the room, piping up in that obnoxious manner of his, “Kenshin! What is the hold up—NANI?!” The spike-headed youth nearly face-faulted into the floor. Never in his years at the dojo had he ever seen his sensei look so much like a woman. The kimonos she usually wore were made of stiff fabrics that left everything to the imagination. Yahiko had always assumed that his sensei was flat-chested and had no hips. He had been fairly certain that only thing holding her usual kimono to her body was the garment’s stiff obi. But now, Yahiko’s view of his teacher was forever changed. “Y-you look like a girl!” Was the only intelligible sentence he could piece together, pointing at her as if he had discovered gold.
Sanosuke had not been able to even put that much together. All he seemed capable of doing was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. From the looks of things, he was only capable of staring at Kaoru’s breasts. At Yahiko’s exclamation, however, he seemed released from his dumbfounded constraints and finally found his voice, “Yeah…who knew you had curves like that!”
Tae chuckled, most pleased with herself, “Do you see? I told you that you would be stunning.”
Kaoru blushed redder, if it was possible, at her dearest friends’ praise of her appearance. Kenshin chuckled pulling her into a hug, “Let us go to dinner, koishii.”
“I second that motion!” Sanosuke exclaimed.
~*~
Dinner was a lovely experience for Kaoru. She sat next to Kenshin who held her hand under the table. It had been so long, but they were finally making a start with each other. She could scarcely believe that he was even there. It was like her sweetest dream come true. And he had missed her enough in her absence that her friends had conspired to bring them together. Her warrior loved her. The knowledge made her want to sing.
The tentative couple stole glances at each during the dinner. Every so often one would catch the other staring, and they would smile shyly at each other. Tae smiled triumphantly. She had done a good thing when she conspired with Sanosuke to get them together. It was a beautiful sight to see her two dear friends finally admitting (however cautiously) their feelings for each other.
The conversation was pleasant. Yahiko told Kaoru about his lessons with Kenshin. He told her that he was looking forward to her return to the dojo so he could try out his new moves.
Kaoru smiled softly at her protégé, “I am glad you have enjoyed your training with Kenshin.”
“I would not say that I enjoyed it exactly. He kicked the crap out of me! He was all broody about you, and it made him all the more concentrated. I am glad you are coming home with us. I think I am going to have bruises for years!” He was quiet for a moment, and then words came rushing like a torrent of water, “I am sorry, Kaoru! I did not realize that my words hurt you so much. I never really considered that you might take me seriously. Gomen nasai!” He finished with tears in his big puppy dog eyes.
Kaoru’s gaze was as soft as her voice when she spoke, “Arigato, Yahiko.” She reached across the table to cuff him on the chin, “You do not know how much that means to me.”
Yahiko smiled wetly.
“As long as Kenshin stops sulking, I am happy,” Sanosuke muttered. “It is disgusting to see a grown man pine away for a woman.” Sanosuke instantly became a chibi, flailing his arms about wildly, “I miss the Kitsune!!!” he wailed.
The group howled with laughter. Kaoru smiled. Her friends—her family—were there with her. Any doubt she had about their feelings for her vanished. They had come all this way to reunite her with Kenshin. The impact of their actions hit her with overwhelming force. She took a deep breath, quelling the wave of emotion that threatened to consume her. She got to her knees, preparing to get up from the low-seated table.
“Gomen, minna. It has been an emotional day for me. I believe I will retire to my room now.” Her eyes began to tear, “Arigato, minna.”
When she began to get to her feet, Kenshin was there to help her. Their eyes met and they smiled shyly.
“I will walk you back to your room, koishii.”
Kaoru smiled up into his amethyst eyes, “Arigato, Kenshin.”
To be continued…. I know that this chapter is fairly short. But I have my reasons. Number one being that if I did not end it here, it would have been obnoxiously long! Like I said in the above note, I am going to upload the sixth chapter sometime this weekend as well. I hope you enjoyed the read!
Flight of the Wounded Dove
Chapter 5:
Dinner
“I wish they would hurry,” Sanosuke grumble as he, Yahiko and Kenshin made their way to Kaoru’s room. “I’m hungry.”
“You are always hungry, Sano,” Kenshin pointed out as he rapped lightly on the polished oak door.
Tae opened the door, a secret smile adorning her impish features. She moved aside and waved them into the room.
Kaoru stood up from the ornately carved vanity table. She self-consciously smoothed the wrinkles from her exquisite kimono.
Kenshin smiled proudly, brushing past Tae and crossing the short distance between himself and the woman he adored. Kenshin had never been a man who concerned himself with a woman’s outward appearance; however, he was astounded by the picture that Kaoru created against the brightness of the room. Her black hair was down and flowing freely to her waist. She wore a subtle hint of make-up—not too much, but enough to accentuate her delicate features. Her eyes had been thinly lined with kohl, and her cheeks were brushed with a subtle mauve, while her lips had been glossed with a dusky-rose shade of lip rouge.
Her deep blue kimono with its yellow obi was a stark contrast to the eggshell white off the room’s décor. Consequently, it was a stark contrast to her creamy alabaster complexion. The color deepened her sapphire eyes to a deep, thoughtful blue. The kimono was a work of art—Kaoru was a work of art. The luxurious fabric revealed soft curves that Kenshin had never been aware of. Most certainly, there was no doubt in his mind that she was entirely feminine.
Kaoru watched her warrior’s reaction with a keen interest. She was pleased by the soft, adoring smile that graced his generous mouth. It was a smile that, for once, reached his eyes. It was a lover’s smile.
“You are lovely, Kaoru,” her murmured softly, “I am flattered that you done all of this for me.”
She blushed, ducking her head for a moment, suddenly shy. “I wanted to catch your attention,” she smiled softly, finally meeting his gaze. “But in all honesty, it did not start out that way. I was doing it for me.”
Kenshin’s proud smile widened, “I am most proud of you, koishii.”
Kaoru ducked her head again as tears slipped down her cheeks, “Thank you,” she finally managed in a voice husky with emotion.
“And you have my undivided attention, koishii,” he murmured as he raised a hand to trace the soft curve of her cheek.
Kaoru blushed again. She didn’t know what to make of this new Kenshin. Perhaps she would have to take long holidays more often if she could get such ardent and desperate reactions from him.
Yahiko, whose view had been entirely blocked by the two other adults in the room, shouldered himself into the room, piping up in that obnoxious manner of his, “Kenshin! What is the hold up—NANI?!” The spike-headed youth nearly face-faulted into the floor. Never in his years at the dojo had he ever seen his sensei look so much like a woman. The kimonos she usually wore were made of stiff fabrics that left everything to the imagination. Yahiko had always assumed that his sensei was flat-chested and had no hips. He had been fairly certain that only thing holding her usual kimono to her body was the garment’s stiff obi. But now, Yahiko’s view of his teacher was forever changed. “Y-you look like a girl!” Was the only intelligible sentence he could piece together, pointing at her as if he had discovered gold.
Sanosuke had not been able to even put that much together. All he seemed capable of doing was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. From the looks of things, he was only capable of staring at Kaoru’s breasts. At Yahiko’s exclamation, however, he seemed released from his dumbfounded constraints and finally found his voice, “Yeah…who knew you had curves like that!”
Tae chuckled, most pleased with herself, “Do you see? I told you that you would be stunning.”
Kaoru blushed redder, if it was possible, at her dearest friends’ praise of her appearance. Kenshin chuckled pulling her into a hug, “Let us go to dinner, koishii.”
“I second that motion!” Sanosuke exclaimed.
~*~
Dinner was a lovely experience for Kaoru. She sat next to Kenshin who held her hand under the table. It had been so long, but they were finally making a start with each other. She could scarcely believe that he was even there. It was like her sweetest dream come true. And he had missed her enough in her absence that her friends had conspired to bring them together. Her warrior loved her. The knowledge made her want to sing.
The tentative couple stole glances at each during the dinner. Every so often one would catch the other staring, and they would smile shyly at each other. Tae smiled triumphantly. She had done a good thing when she conspired with Sanosuke to get them together. It was a beautiful sight to see her two dear friends finally admitting (however cautiously) their feelings for each other.
The conversation was pleasant. Yahiko told Kaoru about his lessons with Kenshin. He told her that he was looking forward to her return to the dojo so he could try out his new moves.
Kaoru smiled softly at her protégé, “I am glad you have enjoyed your training with Kenshin.”
“I would not say that I enjoyed it exactly. He kicked the crap out of me! He was all broody about you, and it made him all the more concentrated. I am glad you are coming home with us. I think I am going to have bruises for years!” He was quiet for a moment, and then words came rushing like a torrent of water, “I am sorry, Kaoru! I did not realize that my words hurt you so much. I never really considered that you might take me seriously. Gomen nasai!” He finished with tears in his big puppy dog eyes.
Kaoru’s gaze was as soft as her voice when she spoke, “Arigato, Yahiko.” She reached across the table to cuff him on the chin, “You do not know how much that means to me.”
Yahiko smiled wetly.
“As long as Kenshin stops sulking, I am happy,” Sanosuke muttered. “It is disgusting to see a grown man pine away for a woman.” Sanosuke instantly became a chibi, flailing his arms about wildly, “I miss the Kitsune!!!” he wailed.
The group howled with laughter. Kaoru smiled. Her friends—her family—were there with her. Any doubt she had about their feelings for her vanished. They had come all this way to reunite her with Kenshin. The impact of their actions hit her with overwhelming force. She took a deep breath, quelling the wave of emotion that threatened to consume her. She got to her knees, preparing to get up from the low-seated table.
“Gomen, minna. It has been an emotional day for me. I believe I will retire to my room now.” Her eyes began to tear, “Arigato, minna.”
When she began to get to her feet, Kenshin was there to help her. Their eyes met and they smiled shyly.
“I will walk you back to your room, koishii.”
Kaoru smiled up into his amethyst eyes, “Arigato, Kenshin.”
To be continued…. I know that this chapter is fairly short. But I have my reasons. Number one being that if I did not end it here, it would have been obnoxiously long! Like I said in the above note, I am going to upload the sixth chapter sometime this weekend as well. I hope you enjoyed the read!