Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Primrose Manor ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Felix02
Rumored to kill his wife, Lord Kenshin Himura scorned English society until his son went missing. Kaoru Kamiya, the spinster daughter of a count, stumbles upon a red haired little boy only to be pulled into a five year revenge. KBK.

Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Mystery / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.09.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 677 | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.
 
Note: I kind of got this story idea from a romance novel called, Rules of Surrender...I think, but I know the author(ess) is Christian Dodd.
 
I would also like to point out that the summary really is not very good--nor creative for that matter. It's just that this plot line is way to drawn out, for me, to actually put it into a few words...I'm sure all of us writers understand the insane amount of space that fan fiction generously gives us. Ha! I'm kidding of course; they do give enough room just to write the gist of what happens.
 
And that's all we really need, but I just wish sometimes I could write more :C
 
Just so you know, this first chapter may be a little confusing, but the chapters will get better so don't give up on me!
 
Primrose Manor
Felix02
Prologue
 
The middle child of the Count of Treebeard was meant for a spinster's life. In comparison to her sisters, both blonde haired and green-eyed taking after their renowned mother, Kaoru was of the darker brand--dark and blue-eyed like her father and seen as unmarriageable.
 
Her youngest sister, Melane, was the joy of the family always bringing a smile to her mother's countenance and a laugh to her father's lips. She was a child of the sun, or so put by their last and only governess.
Her eldest sister, Julia, was the pride of Treebeard; intelligent and quick witted she brought elegance and sophistication to every soirée and ball.
 
Both sisters were married off quickly at the rightful age, ripened with two seasons in London, and ready to bear heirs for their future lords. Kaoru, though, was nothing of what her sisters were.
 
As a young girl she noticed it from the start, her mother treated her different as did the staff. This was not to say Countess Treebeard did not love her child, it was merely the fact that her middle daughter was nothing a well bred lass should have been.
 
Kaoru, the raven-haired Amazon, was quick on her feet, perfect with her aim both in archery and a shot gun, stable on a horse, and elegant with a sword ( if only she were so with her feet on a regular basis, her mother always use to say).
 
The young Amazon was always in the company of the stable boys playing a round of poker or taming the horses, and as such her mother was forced to sit her down each and every time and explain why blue bloods, such as her, should never talk with those of lower stations in life.
 
Kaoru, though it was against the Ten Commandments (God, would understand she told herself), never once took heed to her mother's words and her father never really cared for he was always the first one to teach her such things. The Countess said it came from her inability to give him a male heir; the woe of her life.
 
And so the years, as it would be, should be, passed with quick and silent force until Kaoru turned the age of five and twenty with both fair sisters married having their heirs to men of noble linage and spoiled by old money.
 
London society looked at her with quiet pity and finally were forced to peg her with the name of a spinster. Kaoru, it seemed, was due to a life of humbleness, and, well, it would have been so if not for that one season in which scandal rippled in her once peaceful life.
 
And his name was Kenshin Himura, Duke of Chase.
 
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Five Years Ago
 
Red rippled his vision. Nothing but red colored the forest around him as he forced his black steed faster down the midnight road, paved but still in ruins. The crimson-haired man did not bother to look back at his estate, Primrose Manor, dark and ominous behind him. He had to reach her before it was too late, she was his and no man would take her away from him no matter how treacherous and unfaithful she was.
 
She was his wife damn-it.
 
His black cloak flew behind him creating a devil like appearance; red flaming hair, black wings, and amber steel eyes glowed over the road before him. The cold bitter wind, if it did indeed bite, he did not feel it-- his mind focused on only one thing: Tomoe, his wife.
 
There was a pounding in his ears, a hissing of a thousand twisting snakes, but in the course of it he could hear the steady, fearful treading of horses ahead. No moonlight fell upon the area surrounding his estate, a cloudy night in which only the rims of soft clouds could be viewed without fault.
 
"Tomoe!" He yelled in a ragged animalistic voice, his lips curling into a sinister smirk.
 
A dark figure was fast approaching, or he should say running away, but he was only one man on a horse while the carriage in front of him carried two people: a man, his wife's lover, and his wife, the dark haired respected tramp.
 
"Stop now, Tomoe!"
 
His voice cut through the air like a whip, but the carriage did not decrease its pace, instead it lurched forward faster, trembling, and unsteady.
 
Kenshin allowed himself a moment of worry, the carriage was becoming unstable, a vicious curve was around the next bend.
 
"Tomoe," He screamed again, louder, his voice becoming raw in anger and worry. No matter if she was an evil woman, he did not want her to die, she did have his child to take care of...their child, his heir. He was not going to do it by himself!
 
He would allow her to stay if only for that purpose of raising his son.
 
Kicking the flanks of his steed, feeling the speed and wind pick up, Kenshin could almost reach out his hand a touch the side of the carriage, and he almost did when his worst fears came to pass.
 
It only took a moment, a blink of an eye, before he heard Tomoe's scream, see the carriage hop, and its wheels break and splinter; wretched noises wounded the hate-filled air.
 
Breaking, cracking, splitting…the carriage which carried his wife turned over rolled a few times before it settled, a cloud of murky dust rising above it is wisps. There were no noises from the horses, they were dead, but soon after he jumped off the horse Kenshin saw a man scramble away from the broken mass and run.
 
Kenshin sensed his eyes turned red, a burning sensation, felt his body tense, and was about to go after him, tear him limb from limb, when a picture of Tomoe's face came to mind...the man had left her.
 
Running to where the wooden wreckage rested, Kenshin threw off the boards until he saw her white face, bloodied and torn to shreds.
 
"Tomoe," Kenshin said gingerly picking her up despite his utter rage, "Tomoe."
 
The woman groaned...she was dying; the reflection brought both a horrified satisfaction and sadness to his heart. Her dark quiet eyes looked up at him, the moon thunderously reflecting into them as something akin to revulsion clouded her eyes, the dark night not letting him see any more than that.
 
"You stupid, bastard." Tomoe said hitting him a weakness with one word. His tightened his hold, but said nothing-- the woman was dying after all.
 
"You could not give me up," She laughed coldly, "I never wanted you, I was forced. I did not even wish for Kenji our ugly child."
 
A dark feeling boiled in his heart when she talked about his son, their son, but still he did nothing. Tomoe would receive her grand prize in the end.
 
She laughed again, her once beautiful voice growing weaker, "I'll be glad for it they say you killed me. I've so detested you for so long, my lord."
 
Her voice was mocking, so much so that Kenshin's eyes narrowed lethally. Never before had he heard her speak in such a way, but even before that Kenshin had always felt malice in her presence even during their so called love making, more duty than desire.
 
"I see."
 
Tomoe's eyes narrowed, "Do you not understand, fool, I hate you. I curse you and our son!"
 
"Silence, Tomoe." Kenshin said with a gently toxic voice. She laughed again, blood slowly pouring from her mouth, her breath becoming more erratic, harder to take in.
 
She opened her lips one last time and smiled before giving her soul to the devil.
 
A few weeks later, Kenshin Himura, Duke of Chase, heard word that it was he who murdered his wife.
 
A/N: Okay, minna-san, I know this chapter is short, but later chapters should be longer.
 
I basically have the plot down for this story, it's just the application of writing it down...it seems as if I have lost my muse for writing, and I'm hoping this story can bring it back a little. Oh well...
 
Thanks for reading, by the way!
 
-Felix02