Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Koibitou ❯ "Koibitou" ( One-Shot )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: FengShuiSensei 
Kenshin really does care for Aoshi...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Samurai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 735 | Visits: 721 | Status: Completed
Kenshin really does care for Aoshi...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Samurai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.03.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 735 | Visits: 721 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: "Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X" belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I do not own this or make a profit out of it.
Author's Notes: Yaoi/shounen-ai (male/male love)content involving Aoshi and Kenshin.
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The full, silver moon draped a blanket of soft light through Aoshi's bedroom window, creating obscure shadows on the walls that enclosed the pair of lovers. Aoshi layed on his back, with Kenshin curled up against his chest. Kenshin was sleeping soundly, but Aoshi was still awake, thinking.
He thought of how nice things had been since Kenshin had begun staying over at his home. It had been a completely unexpected turn of events. Unexpected, but not unwelcome.
Aoshi had been meditating in his room one evening, quietly praying and contemplating, when he heard a knock at the door. Annoyed at being disturbed, he rose from the mat answered the front door. Kenshin stood there, smiling at him.
"Himura?"
"Hello, Aoshi."
"What brings you to Kyoto?"
Kenshin closed his eyes for a moment, as if searching for the right words, before offering a reply.
"To be truthful, this one has been concerned for your health. I fear that with all of the meditating that you do, you will not be able to care for yourself. I have come to offer my assistance to you."
"I do not need baby-sitting. I am quite capable of satisfying my own needs, thank you."
"But what of companionship?"
Aoshi experienced a brief flashback of his fallen Oniwabanshu members. He had never been so lonely as when they had died...
"All right," he sighed. "Come in and make yourself comfortable."
Kenshin smiled at him as he removed his sandals and stepped into the home. "You won't regret it," he whispered to the other man.
Indeed, Kenshin proved himself to be a competent, reliable friend to Aoshi. He cared for the house ith an aire of feminine grace; tending the laundry and preparing the meals. It baffled Aoshi to see a man perform these tasks. Weren't they supposed to be reserved for a woman?
Even more baffling was Kenshin's behavior toward him. Whenever he would come home with cuts and bruises, Kenshin insisted on dressing the wounds himself. At times, Aoshi was certain that he detected an admirable sheen from the other man's irises whenever their eyes locked.
One afternoon, Aoshi had a rather nasty tangle with an upper-class ninja. Although their skills were evenly matched, Aoshi found himself losing a significant amount of blood. Though he ended up winning the match, the bleeding made him dizzy.
He limped home, swaying with each step like a drunkard. Through his hazy vision, he caught sight of Kenshin running down the beaten path towards him.
"Ken...shin..."
The men were only but several feet apart when Aoshi lost his balance and fell forward, clutching the other man's clothing as he did so. Kenshin caught him with open arms, kneeling to the ground to break the force of the collapse.
Kenshin cradled Aoshi's head and shoulders in his lap, fingering the shimmering strands of raven black hair.
"Why?" Aoshi murmured.
"Why what?"
"I do not understand why you are so kind to me. Your sudden appearance. The way you tend my injuries. Even the way you look at me. I simply do not understand it all."
Kenshin placed his palms on Aoshi's cheeks and turned his head so that they made eye contact. "The answer is quite simple. I do these things because I love you."
Aoshi buried his face in Kenshin's clothing. "Koibitou..." he breathed. He felt a sudden rush of compassion for this man who had worked so hard to care for him. Love was a strange, new sensation for Aoshi, but he had learned to savour it.
Aoshi's reflections on himself and his lover were cut short when the drowsiness of sleep overwhelmed him. As his eyelids fluttered shut, he gingerly wrapped his arms around his lover. As he did so, one word escaoed his breath: "Koibitou..."
~Owari
Author's Notes: Yaoi/shounen-ai (male/male love)content involving Aoshi and Kenshin.
~~~~~~
The full, silver moon draped a blanket of soft light through Aoshi's bedroom window, creating obscure shadows on the walls that enclosed the pair of lovers. Aoshi layed on his back, with Kenshin curled up against his chest. Kenshin was sleeping soundly, but Aoshi was still awake, thinking.
He thought of how nice things had been since Kenshin had begun staying over at his home. It had been a completely unexpected turn of events. Unexpected, but not unwelcome.
Aoshi had been meditating in his room one evening, quietly praying and contemplating, when he heard a knock at the door. Annoyed at being disturbed, he rose from the mat answered the front door. Kenshin stood there, smiling at him.
"Himura?"
"Hello, Aoshi."
"What brings you to Kyoto?"
Kenshin closed his eyes for a moment, as if searching for the right words, before offering a reply.
"To be truthful, this one has been concerned for your health. I fear that with all of the meditating that you do, you will not be able to care for yourself. I have come to offer my assistance to you."
"I do not need baby-sitting. I am quite capable of satisfying my own needs, thank you."
"But what of companionship?"
Aoshi experienced a brief flashback of his fallen Oniwabanshu members. He had never been so lonely as when they had died...
"All right," he sighed. "Come in and make yourself comfortable."
Kenshin smiled at him as he removed his sandals and stepped into the home. "You won't regret it," he whispered to the other man.
Indeed, Kenshin proved himself to be a competent, reliable friend to Aoshi. He cared for the house ith an aire of feminine grace; tending the laundry and preparing the meals. It baffled Aoshi to see a man perform these tasks. Weren't they supposed to be reserved for a woman?
Even more baffling was Kenshin's behavior toward him. Whenever he would come home with cuts and bruises, Kenshin insisted on dressing the wounds himself. At times, Aoshi was certain that he detected an admirable sheen from the other man's irises whenever their eyes locked.
One afternoon, Aoshi had a rather nasty tangle with an upper-class ninja. Although their skills were evenly matched, Aoshi found himself losing a significant amount of blood. Though he ended up winning the match, the bleeding made him dizzy.
He limped home, swaying with each step like a drunkard. Through his hazy vision, he caught sight of Kenshin running down the beaten path towards him.
"Ken...shin..."
The men were only but several feet apart when Aoshi lost his balance and fell forward, clutching the other man's clothing as he did so. Kenshin caught him with open arms, kneeling to the ground to break the force of the collapse.
Kenshin cradled Aoshi's head and shoulders in his lap, fingering the shimmering strands of raven black hair.
"Why?" Aoshi murmured.
"Why what?"
"I do not understand why you are so kind to me. Your sudden appearance. The way you tend my injuries. Even the way you look at me. I simply do not understand it all."
Kenshin placed his palms on Aoshi's cheeks and turned his head so that they made eye contact. "The answer is quite simple. I do these things because I love you."
Aoshi buried his face in Kenshin's clothing. "Koibitou..." he breathed. He felt a sudden rush of compassion for this man who had worked so hard to care for him. Love was a strange, new sensation for Aoshi, but he had learned to savour it.
Aoshi's reflections on himself and his lover were cut short when the drowsiness of sleep overwhelmed him. As his eyelids fluttered shut, he gingerly wrapped his arms around his lover. As he did so, one word escaoed his breath: "Koibitou..."
~Owari