Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ I Am Battousai ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

This is the link for the dress I chose for Kaoru in this chapter. I will try to describe it, but my skills are lacking at the moment.

http://www.simplydresses.com/dresses/detail.cfm?key=279833&v= PD&cat=sleek

 

 

 

He knew that this would happen.

 

Sighing, he began to massage his temples with his index fingers.

 

It had been a week of raining. It hasn't stopped since the night at the graveyard.

 

To say the least, the yard was a mess. He knew that he should have dealt with the cleanup before it rain, and now it resembled something like a swamp, or maybe a mush pit. A leaf mud mixture coated the ground. After making his rounds around the yard he was disappointed to learn that it was indeed about eighteen inches deep in certain areas.

 

What was he to do?

 

What he had to.

 

Seven hours until Kaoru walked through the gates. He had time.

 

It was a slow process. First he needed to decide what exactly he was going to do with the mud and leaves.

 

The answer came to him when he remembered a large pile of wood in the shed. The large pile of wood took up half of the space in the bulky shed. It was hard to forget, especially since it had been leaning dangerously towards one side.

 

Her main house was set up in front of the main gate, while her dojo was situated in the back. To the right of the house and behind the dojo were large areas of open space, with small trees planted close to the walls, giving the area's some shade, but not blocking the sun.

 

Turning around the redhead made his way toward the gate. He knew what he had to do, and knew what he needed. It was time to go to the store.

 

#$%^&*()_

 

“Have you thought about it anymore Kaoru?” Misao eyed her blushing friend. It was obvious she had thought about it, and probably was when she asked.

 

The coffee shop was busier than normal, probably to the amount of classes let out early. It was still eight weeks to midterms, but a good portion of the project were done in steps which would take all eight weeks. Actually, it wouldn't have taken all eight, maybe one, but for some reason the teachers at this particular university were involved in some kind of conspiracy which involved making the steps of the midterm due the Friday of every week until the completed project was due, whether you had class or not. Fridays became the dreaded day for the student.

 

It didn't seem fair, but then again life wasn't fair.

 

“I have thought about it, and I don't know what to think yet.” Holding her box of lunch, courtesy or the sweet red head, she made her way toward an empty picnic table; Misao fallowing close behind.

 

“What is there to not know?” Misao dropped her backpack on the table, her books making a loud clunk that made the people on the other side of the courtyard glance. “I mean seriously Kaoru, he's hot, smart, famous, and was put here specifically to pleasure you in ways you have never heard of.” Unzipping her bag she pulled out her old style tin hello kitty lunch pale; one that she's used since third grade.

 

Kaoru gently placed her bag on the bench the opposite side of Misao and sat next to it. Placing her two-story lunch box on the table she separated them, placing them around her almost like a buffet. “I understand that, but its still my virginity. It's supposed to be given to somebody-”

 

“Oh, don't give me that Kaoru.” Misao huffed, taking a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Loosing your virginity isn't as big of a deal as you seem to think it is. It is very rare when people actually marry the first people they sleep with anyway and depressing when you think about it”

“Maybe that's what's wrong with the world” Kaoru murmured, taking a piece of shrimp and shoving it in her mouth.

 

“Excuse me for thinking that what happens under the covers is important in a relationship”

 

Kaoru shook her head. Misao always seemed to get worked up over stupid thing like this. “I'm not saying it isn't.”

“Waiting till marriage is a stupid ides. What if you love this guy but he was horrible in bed or had a freaky fetish that he `neglected' to mention before hand.”

 

“That's the beauty of love. You accept the people you love for who they are”

 

Silence took over the table.

 

The green eyes beauty slowly placed her sandwich down on the little baggy she brought it in. Looking at the table, as if not really looking at it at all, she began to speak. Her voice serious, which was an oddity in itself. “I'm going to explain something to you Kaoru, and I need to you really listen to me. Really listen to me”

 

Kaoru's throat tightened. In all her years of knowing this young woman, she had never seen Misao act this way.

 

All she could do was nod.

 

“Love is not all that matters. Actually in a marriage love isn't even needed, but desired. People think that if they were to find love then all would all right. The world would make sense and nothing would ever take it way. That's not true. A marriage, even a relationship, takes sacrifice, understanding, and patience. Most people don't understand that. They think they find love when in reality it's just an infatuation and get married before they really know each other. A year, or even two, is not long enough to know whether that person is right for you. It takes several years. Several problems, and several successes and when the children come, that's a whole other issue. One that causes many divorces or breakups on its own.” She turned to look at the shocked female with pleading eyes. “Even if there is such a thing as true love its stupid to think that it will just work out because you are in love. Two people who really love each other could fall apart easily and the time to find this partner of your isn't now. People change drastically until their mid twenties. Who they are, who they want, their goals, even body structure changes. Their mind will change quite often. Its best, at that time, to explore men in all aspect to get a feel for them so when you do find somebody you can work with you aren't lost. You don't screw it up because you never took the time to learn.”

 

“Misao…”

 

“I'm serious Kaoru. The majority of all females wish they had chosen somebody else to give they're virginity to. They look at it as this beautiful flower that you are you give to the one that you love, but that's wrong. Sex is a human instinct. It all comes down to having babies. That's what its there for. It just happens to feel good. Love and sex have absolutely nothing to do with each other. Every other animal on earth have sex and don't claim to be in love, why do we? To feel as if we have a purpose maybe.”

 

Kaoru, was stunned. Misao had a point, and though it pained her to think of it, she couldn't help herself.

 

If she were to sleep with Kenshin, she couldn't imagine regretting it in the future. They knew where they stood and what was to become of them. She could do this. She could make the decision. She wouldn't think back on it ten years from now and wonder what it would be like. She wouldn't fantasize about it when she was alone.

 

No regrets.

 

Though, she barely knew Kenshin.

 

Taking a bite of the delicious rice said man prepared for her that morning, a though hit her. A thought she hadn't been expecting. The world around her almost looked brighter, even the clouds that covered the sky. Slowly, she sat up, turned her entire upper body, chopsticks still her in her mouth, and smiled at Misao.

 

Misao smiled back.

 

She chewed. With ever bite her eyes seemed to widen. Swallowing the superbly made bite she smiled. “You're right.”

 

She didn't think of this before. She didn't NOT know kenshin. As a matter of fact she knew him very well. Better than almost anybody. She knew him better that she knew her friends; excluding Misao.

 

No regrets.

 

“I have two more classes today.” Kaoru began. “But I can afford to miss them.”

The green-eyed girl's smile widened to its max. “And what do you have in mind?”

 

An unknown expression formed on Kaoru's face. One that could be labeled “naughty kitten' if one cared to label; which Misao did.

 

“I need your help”

 

Forgetting her sandwich, Misao leapt from her seat, shoving her lunch untraditionally into her bag. “Don't just sit there, we have things to do”.

 

@#$%^&*()_

 

It didn't take long for him to make his way to the farmers market. He remembered Megumi mentioning one not far during one of the breakfasts he prepared. Knowing exactly when he was looking for made the trip faster.

 

Seeds, tarp, and nails.

 

Being that he had spent a great deal of time building different structures for the citizens of Japan in the eighteen hundreds, this was a piece of cake. The materials used now were quite more efficient than they use to be.

 

To build five six-by-two boxes, which were approx a foot and a half high, only took a few hours. Filling them with the leaves and mud took even less. All in all he still had three hours left before Kaoru were to walk though the gate.

 

The boxes were lined up parallel to each other across the back of the dojo. Eight long slender boards, that were buried two feet into the ground, held up the tarp. Being that the vegetables that he chose to plant needed very damp soil, he punctured a few small holes in the tarp, allowing the rainwater to drizzle down upon the boxes below.

 

The last step was the actual planting of the seeds.

 

By time he finished he only had a good twenty minutes left.

 

Time to start dinner.

 

Making his way through the now clean grounds, he slipped off his muddy shoes before making his way into the house. Being that he was covered in god knows what, he felt a shower was in order. Making a meal in such a getup was unsanitary.

 

Defiantly not acceptable.

 

But before he was able to make it past the kitchen a flashing red light caught his attention.

 

There was a new message on the answering machine.

 

Did he listen to it or not. He and Kaoru never discussed this. It wasn't his place to check her massages but then again…what if it was from her?

 

Better to be safe that sorry.

 

He pressed the play button.

 

“You have…one…new message. Message one”

 

“Hey kenshin, its Kaoru. I will be a little late coming home tonight. Misao and I-”

 

“HEY KENSHIN!”

 

“Misao! Sorry Kenshin. Great, not what the hell was I saying?”

“WE'RE HAVING GIRL TIME!”

 

“MISAO!”

 

“BYE”

 

Smiling to himself, he shook his head.

 

Well, better get started on the roof then. Thought he saw a few dishes up there before.

 

$%^&*()*&^%$%^

 

It wasn't every day that Kaoru spent money on clothes. As a matter of fact the last time she did…well she couldn't actually remember.

 

“Ok, so what exactly are you going for?” Misao eyed a few skirts.

 

That was a good question. She didn't want to appear sleazy, but didn't want to just look…nice. She wanted to nock his socks off, and hopefully his pants.

 

How do you do that without taking away the modesty?

 

“Modest but suggestive?”

 

“Oh, so something teasing. Got it!”

 

And there began her adventure.

 

Kaoru wandering the clothing store, running her hands along the different materials. Every color of the rainbow was present. Soft fabric, hard fabric. Fabric that stretch, and fabric the barely covered anything. Shirts that advertised her breasts and dressed that looked similar to a potato sack. Jeans, shirts, and shorts. Everything you could think of they had. Even adult sized footy PJ's. Matching lingerie. Silky night gowns. Ones that were basically a piece of lace draped around you.

 

Then, covering a whole wall; shoes. All kinds of shoes; Stilettos, basic heals, boots, sandals, flip-flops, Uggs, etc. They had it all.

 

And look at those pantyhose.

 

For a brief moment she wondered what was so appealing about that single line that rode up the back of them.

 

This was the perfect place.

 

Suddenly her nerves kicked in.

 

Could she really do this?

 

Luckily her doubting was interrupted by a rather familiar loud squeal somewhere in the dinnerware section. Misao must have found something that she thought would work. Hopefully, for Kaoru's sanity, it covered more that a piece of floss. You never know with that girl.

 

“Kaoru, I found it!”

 

In the short girl's hand was a bundle of black material. It looked to have five or six strips of skinny black material that wrapped around the midsection, stopping right under the breast line. Two pieces of the same shiny fabric was attacked to the top strip, covering each breast and tying behind the neck. A series of see through uneven pieces of fabric was attacked to the bottom strip and hung loosely. It didn't appear to be long enough to reach the floor but was defiantly reaching below the knees.

 

“Wow Misao” the girl had outdone herself. It was indeed perfect. It kept the classy feel while showing a little skin, even though it was her upper back.

 

“Here, the fitting room is over there. I'm going to pick out some shoes.”

 

#$%^&*()(*&^%$

 

The normal man would have used a latter, but then again he wasn't normal. He was the infamous Hitokiri Battousia, and a single story building was not enough to keep him from his goals. He simply leapt onto the roof as if it were nothing. In the modern time people no longer leapt from structure to structure. They had cars, bikes, and airplanes; not to mention guns. The stealth of a samurai, or ninja, was no longer needed.

 

Or was just too troublesome to practice.

 

It wasn't an easy thing to master.

 

Standing on the roof of the main house he looked around in shock, and amusement. How the hell did all this stuff get up here?

 

There were what looked to be a good hundred balls, all different sizes and colors. Shoes, kendo gear, even a few pairs of socks. Near the back corner was a toaster that looked as if it were about to fall onto any unsuspecting people below. A purple glittery hula-hoop and a box of old make-up. A few broken bottles and dishes were scattered amongst what looked like hundreds of broken bokens.

 

It didn't take long to clean the mess on the roof. The broken pieces of wood -he discovered many broken wash buckets- were now piled in a back corner of the grounds, ready to be moved when needed. Eight dollars and thirteen cents in change rattled in his pocket. The broken dishes were swept and disposed of properly along with the toaster. He had found an old net in the shed, which he used to store the balls. The make-up and hula-hoop were beyond repair, and random articles of clothing and training gear smelt like something he couldn't place. He just knew that if he were to get anywhere near the garbage can now that they were in it he was sure the stench would knock him flat on his back.

 

With his work being over for the day he made his way back into the house, discarding his shoes just outside the door. Taking a quick glance at the answering machine he was happy to note that there were no new messages.

 

He waited till he reached the bathroom to take his close off in order to contain the mess that would surely fall from him. Once he reached the bathroom, however, he was only too glad to pull the smelly material from his body. He would have to wash it twice.

 

Turning the water on, after a few days it was still a wonder to some one like him, he moved the knob around until it reached the maximum amount of heat his body could handle. He always loved hot showers. They helped him relax.

 

He stood in the shower for an unknown amount of time, letting the hot water hit the back of his head and shoulders, running down his back to his legs.

 

He was always one to cherish the invention that is soap, but he didn't quite understand the lure of body wash. He knew it was the same thing, just in liquid form, but the smells that came from the ones at the store were unnatural and nauseating. He liked the scent of flowers and fruits. Natural and alluring.

 

The next thing that boggled his mind was the razor. He understood the need for them, but never thought he'd see them in that shape. When he was `alive' people used knifes to shave their beards and woman never bothered to remove any hair from their bodies.

 

Though now he glad they did.

 

Nothing better than smooth skin.

 

Still not use to the shampoo and conditioner, that and he didn't want to smell like a woman, he grabbed the non-scented bar of soap he purchased his first strip to the store, and scrubbed it into his hair. An old-fashioned thing to do, but worked all the same.

 

It didn't take long for his mind to wander to his gorgeous housemate.

 

He would be lying if he said he didn't like the girl. She had a way of getting under his skin.

 

He sighed before resting her head in the wall in front of him. He wanted her. He wanted all of her, but if he were to bed her, the gods would surely take him. He knew, after a few days of watching, what her issue was. She needed to be brought down to earth. She needed a more realistic few of the world, life, and the part he was responsible for; relationships.

 

Bedding her would surely mean the end.

 

But he didn't want to leave.

 

The only way to win in this situation were to never bed her. It would be a never ending battle, but he wasn't about to leave her yet. He wasn't ready. It would be incredibly selfish of him, but he couldn't help it.

 

He felt as if he had a purpose.

 

He didn't want to return to the emptiness that was his prison when some one as great as Kaoru was out there.

 

Finding a new kind of resolve he straighten himself.

 

He would not bed her.

 

Not now!

 

^&*(&^&*

 

Kaoru, feeling a little silly, walked through the gate to the familiar home. Her stilettos sticking in the soft dirt, making it hard to reach the front door. Even from outside she could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, being that he left the small window open. Good it gave her time to prepare.

 

Opening the door, she closed it quietly behind her. Making her way to the living room, trying to make as little noise as possible; she placed her large shopping bag and backpack on the couch.

 

Taking a quick look around she saw the corner of the kitchen table.

 

That would be the perfect place to start.

 

Pulling herself up into the table she leaned back, her hands out behind her. Her hair, done up with little pieces of hair hanging down, showing off the length, framed her face and already stunning body. Crossing her legs, she moved her position slightly to the right. Hot models did this and she always thought he were sexy.

 

Hoped that he would too.

 

Just then the shower turned off.

 

Her nerves kicked in.