Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Looking for Mr. Right ❯ Jilted! (REVISED) ( Chapter 1 )

LOOKING FOR MR. RIGHT

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WARNING: MAJOR OOCness

CHAPTER I

Kaoru stared with disbelieving eyes at Kenshin, her lovely features drawn with pain.

"It isn't true," she whispered. "You don't mean it, do you?"

Kenshin shifted from one foot to the other, a deep frown on his face.

"It's just one of those things, Kaoru. Far better that it's happened now than after we were married."

She swallowed, but the lump in her throat remained. Why make any effort at all to speak? It was useless, anyway. Oh, but it hurts! It hurts to experience the pain in her heart, the sense of loss and failure; the sense of humiliation.

And the girl who had taken Kenshin from her was none other than Tomoe-beautiful, perfect Tomoe.

"I must go." She looked at him just once before turning on her heel to leave the hotel lounge in which she and Kenshin had so often met.

"Kaoru, wait!" Kenshin called desperately as she was about to get in her car.

She looked at him hopefully; maybe he changed his mind and wanted to marry her, after all.

Kenshin began to fidget. "Well…um…can I have the engagement ring back?"

Kaoru's blood heated to the boiling point. Of all the things he'd said, this was the limit. The final insult. "Here's your stinking ring!" she shouted, throwing the ring at him. "I want you to know that I don't need you in my life. There are other men out there who would be proud to have me." Head high, with a dignity Princess Masako would have envied, she got into her car.

The surface looked dull. She could barely see her reflection in the chrome and mirrors, and what she could see looked distorted. Just as she felt on the inside-deformed and misshapen.

She couldn't accept this. It was a horrible and undeserved sentence on a sweet, loving girl like her. At the age of 25, she was on the brink of becoming one of the most sought after fashion photographers in Japan. When she met Kenshin, she gave up so many opportunities just to be with him upon realizing that there was something missing from her life; a husband, a family. And now, it seemed that her dreams were merely fantasy.

Why didn't anyone ever warn me that love is synonymous with misery?

Tears pooled in her eyes. She couldn't imagine life without him. Kaoru drove towards Misao's apartment, weeping all the way.

"He what?!"

"It's all finished, Kaoru." Although Misao had meant to hold on to her control she found herself weeping on Kaoru's shoulder.

"Oh, honey! Not you too!"

"Aoshi's fallen in love with that flirt, Megumi."

"The jerk!" declared Kaoru, her blue eyes blazing. "Oh, I wish he was here! I'd slap his face, believe me!"

"I'll get over it, Kaoru."

"Misao, dear. Tell me what happened. Why did he dump you?"

"Well, it was like this………"

-------<@ FLASHBACK @>-------

"No, it's not true! Please, tell me you're lying!" A distraught Misao begged a stoic Aoshi.

He looked at her coldly. "I'm sorry, Misao. But my decision's final."

"Look at me, Aoshi. Really look." She stood up straight, squaring her shoulders. Her gaze pinned his. She could trust him to tell her the truth; she didn't doubt that for a second. "Answer me this and don't spare my feelings. What does Megumi have that I don't?"

"Well-"

"Am I repugnant? Ugly?"

"Of course not."

"Do I look naïve or stupid?"

"No." But this he said with less conviction.

"Then, what is it about me that you found lacking?"

Aoshi studied her as if to gauge how honest he could be. "Megumi's gorgeous."

Ouch. Damn you, Aoshi. Why do you have to be so rude, Misao thought.

He paused, waiting for her reaction. Misao refused to give him one, although she had to bite her tongue to keep quiet.

"She can cook, too," he added.

No problem there. I'm not a bad cook myself, Misao thought again.

"I don't know a man who isn't attracted to a woman with big, uh, boobs-" He glanced at her quickly, "-and long legs."

Okay, I can't compete with that, she thought, sighing dejectedly.

-------<@ END OF FLASHBACK @>-------

"You mean to say that he dumped you because you're short and have small breasts? That's disgusting!" Unable to contain herself any longer, Kaoru leapt to her feet.

"I'm afraid so."

Kaoru stared at her hard, her outrage simmering just below the surface. "I can't believe this. Men are so superficial."

Misao sighed. "You can say that again." As far as she could see, she was a lost cause. Unlike Megumi, she didn't have a body that turned anyone's head, not unless they were extremely desperate-or had been in prison for a couple of decades.

"Honestly, Misao. What did you see in him, anyway?"

"His wicked sense of humor," the green-eyed girl replied seriously.

"His what?!!!"

"His wicked sense of humor," Misao repeated with a hint of irritation.

Kaoru looked at her best friend as if she'd lost her marbles.

Mou, you ask a perfectly sane question and you get a silly answer, she thought. Come to think of it, Misao was right. A guy needs a lot of sense of humor if he's dating the likes of Megumi.

"Misao, I hate to say this to you but a silent movie's more expressive than Aoshi."

"Hey, I resent that," Misao objected, frowning. Sure, he was quiet. Okay, too quiet. But he's a stud muffin, with his towering height, lean, whipcord build, and those icy blue eyes that sent shivers down her spine. "Alright, how about you? What was your first impression of Himura?"

"Well-I thought he was a lesbian trapped in a man's body," referring to Kenshin's pretty boy features.

Misao howled, laughing, rocking back on the sofa and slapping her thigh.

"Tomoe is an unlucky woman. Why a class act like her would hang around the sleaze of the century is beyond me," Kaoru continued.

Misao shrugged. "Men. Who can figure them out? I still resent the fact that Aoshi chose Megumi over me. Just because she pretends she can heal people."

"You mean she's a quack?"

"No, she's not a duck, more like a fox."

Kaoru rolled her eyes. "No, silly. What I meant was, she's a doctor wanna-be?"

Misao gave an unladylike snort. "If you ask me, I think she's more of a faith healer. She's all faith and no healing. That man-stealing-bimbo!" Misao was fuming. "After I saved her sorry butt from that drug dealer, Kanryuu Takeda and asked my Aoshi, who happens to be one of the best lawyers in Japan to defend her in court, this is how she repays me!"

The blue-eyed girl put her arm around her best friend's shoulders. "Misao, dear. I think that this break-up will do you good. Aoshi's not worth it. Frankly, I don't think he can perform at all. By the time you'd be ready for him to get it up; he'd be too old to."

A grim face Misao nodded. "You're absolutely right, Kaoru. I need to get this guy out of my system. He isn't worth a single tear. I'm only 24 and there are plenty of gorgeous and available men out there. Besides, he and Megumi deserved each other. A nutcase and a quack. Truly, a match made in heaven."

She suddenly stood up and placed her hand over her chest. "I, Misao Makimachi, dynamite chick, do hereby solemnly swear that I will rest easy only when and if Aoshi, Buddha reincarnation, suffers to an excruciating degree." She gave Kaoru her best evil grin. "Just like I did."

"That's the spirit! On behalf of women everywhere." Kaoru stood and applauded.

~TBC~

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I'm so getting tired of the fics wherein Kaoru or Misao were crying their eyes out because the guys left them. And then in the end, the girls forgive the men even after the guys dumped them. I wanted to show that Kaoru and Misao have the guts to show their men that they can live without them. But don't despair coz' this one will definitely be a K+K/A+M fic. I'll just torture the girls a little…er…a lot. ::lol:: Watch out for their weird dates coz' I'll be fun. * evil laugh*

NightRain - Thanks for proof-reading my fic.