Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Hearts, Broken Dreams ❯ Discomfort ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: misaoshiru 
Confusion is natural when a new concept is first introduced...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.22.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 902 | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
Confusion is natural when a new concept is first introduced...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.22.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 902 | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Things haven't changed from last chapter. Still don't own it.
Still based on the manga. I think the only quote in this chapter came from the manga (and it's probably paraphrased).
Shattered Hearts, Broken Dreams
Chapter 2 - Discomfort
My eyes scanned the room around me, finding, to my distress, that -he- too was in these unfamiliar quarters, although it was slightly comforting to know that he was sleeping peacefully. I blinked, trying to dispel the pounding headache I'd had ever since I came to. I was clad in a simple sleeping yukata, the unfamiliarity of the garment reminding me just how deeply within enemy territory I had ended up. Fighting the urge to remain on the comfortable futon, I rose, stretching a little to dispel the slight stiffness in my bones. I sighed; I was too young for this Such comes from a hard life, I suppose. After all, not every girl becomes a mother at the age of eight, though I wasn't technically one In any case, I was uncomfortable in his presence, even with him in slumber, so I quietly walked to the shoji and slid it open, trying my best to remain unnoticed. As such, my heart nearly burst out of my chest, it was beating so hard, when I heard a voice behind me saying, So you're up now
I spun around as delicately as I could with the rapid pace of my heart to find that the source of the voice was an aged lady. I wouldn't exactly call her old, but her hair was graying and her face was creased with numerous wrinkles. I nodded in response to her question, then said, I'm sorry to have burdened you, ma'am. I should be going
Nonsense! the woman replied. It really wasn't a burden at all. You should stay here for a while. I could really use some help in the kitchen. You'd be paid, of course
The offer was somewhat tempting, and I could have used the money, but I was unsure. I really don't know, ma'am
If you're worried about the men, you needn't be. Himura-chan's a little rough on the outside, buthe's really a good kid deep down, and I know he'd never let anyone harm you in any way.
Huh? Himura-chan?
The redhead boy Her voice dropped to a whisper. The one who brought you home last night, after the fight.
So his name was Himura Well that was certainly news. I mean, I knew he must have had a name other than Battousai, but, knowing it made him all the more real. I guess that having an actual name to put to the title confirmed in my mind that he was human, that he did exist. How any human could do what he did, thoughit was a great big mystery.
I don't exactly know if her words comforted me, but it was then that I remembered the words of the man who hired me in Kyoto: Draw close to him, then find out his weakness for us! Well, working at the same inn he resided in and living in his room certainly qualified as drawing close to him! I'd have to put aside my fears, for your sake, Kyosato
You're a convincing woman, I finally answered, with more certainty than I actually felt. I accept the job. Um, what should I call you?
She smiled. Just call me Okami. That's all I am, after all.
Throughout the next several days, I spent every second that I could spare observing his actions, and I found what I discovered to be rather disturbing. I just couldn't understand how such a naïve, awkward boy could be the feared assassin of Kyoto, the one who took your life. KyosatoI truly longed to get revenge for you, but I found myself wondering what I really could do. It was as if he was two entirely different people, the shy, inhibitive boy and the cold, remorseless killer who took your life. It would have been far easier had I been able to hate him, and I hadn't the faintest clue why I couldn't
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End chapter two
Author's Notes
Ugh, I am so sorry for the delay between chapters! Here I am, over two weeks past the day I wanted to have this chapter up by, and the worst part is that I really have no excuse. All I can say is a really bad case of writer's block struck me and I was far too lazy to try and overcome it. The only real good news is that I'm fifteen now! Happy birthday to me! (two weeks late ^^; ) In any case, I do have the rest of this fic more or less planned out, so I should be able to write faster. I hope (I also hope that the chapters will get longersorry for the shortness ^^; )
Sadly, this fic is somewhat hard to write. If I'm not careful, it'll end up being an exact copy of all the good K/T fics already out there. But I'll keep at it! I promise!
Still based on the manga. I think the only quote in this chapter came from the manga (and it's probably paraphrased).
Shattered Hearts, Broken Dreams
Chapter 2 - Discomfort
My eyes scanned the room around me, finding, to my distress, that -he- too was in these unfamiliar quarters, although it was slightly comforting to know that he was sleeping peacefully. I blinked, trying to dispel the pounding headache I'd had ever since I came to. I was clad in a simple sleeping yukata, the unfamiliarity of the garment reminding me just how deeply within enemy territory I had ended up. Fighting the urge to remain on the comfortable futon, I rose, stretching a little to dispel the slight stiffness in my bones. I sighed; I was too young for this Such comes from a hard life, I suppose. After all, not every girl becomes a mother at the age of eight, though I wasn't technically one In any case, I was uncomfortable in his presence, even with him in slumber, so I quietly walked to the shoji and slid it open, trying my best to remain unnoticed. As such, my heart nearly burst out of my chest, it was beating so hard, when I heard a voice behind me saying, So you're up now
I spun around as delicately as I could with the rapid pace of my heart to find that the source of the voice was an aged lady. I wouldn't exactly call her old, but her hair was graying and her face was creased with numerous wrinkles. I nodded in response to her question, then said, I'm sorry to have burdened you, ma'am. I should be going
Nonsense! the woman replied. It really wasn't a burden at all. You should stay here for a while. I could really use some help in the kitchen. You'd be paid, of course
The offer was somewhat tempting, and I could have used the money, but I was unsure. I really don't know, ma'am
If you're worried about the men, you needn't be. Himura-chan's a little rough on the outside, buthe's really a good kid deep down, and I know he'd never let anyone harm you in any way.
Huh? Himura-chan?
The redhead boy Her voice dropped to a whisper. The one who brought you home last night, after the fight.
So his name was Himura Well that was certainly news. I mean, I knew he must have had a name other than Battousai, but, knowing it made him all the more real. I guess that having an actual name to put to the title confirmed in my mind that he was human, that he did exist. How any human could do what he did, thoughit was a great big mystery.
I don't exactly know if her words comforted me, but it was then that I remembered the words of the man who hired me in Kyoto: Draw close to him, then find out his weakness for us! Well, working at the same inn he resided in and living in his room certainly qualified as drawing close to him! I'd have to put aside my fears, for your sake, Kyosato
You're a convincing woman, I finally answered, with more certainty than I actually felt. I accept the job. Um, what should I call you?
She smiled. Just call me Okami. That's all I am, after all.
Throughout the next several days, I spent every second that I could spare observing his actions, and I found what I discovered to be rather disturbing. I just couldn't understand how such a naïve, awkward boy could be the feared assassin of Kyoto, the one who took your life. KyosatoI truly longed to get revenge for you, but I found myself wondering what I really could do. It was as if he was two entirely different people, the shy, inhibitive boy and the cold, remorseless killer who took your life. It would have been far easier had I been able to hate him, and I hadn't the faintest clue why I couldn't
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End chapter two
Author's Notes
Ugh, I am so sorry for the delay between chapters! Here I am, over two weeks past the day I wanted to have this chapter up by, and the worst part is that I really have no excuse. All I can say is a really bad case of writer's block struck me and I was far too lazy to try and overcome it. The only real good news is that I'm fifteen now! Happy birthday to me! (two weeks late ^^; ) In any case, I do have the rest of this fic more or less planned out, so I should be able to write faster. I hope (I also hope that the chapters will get longersorry for the shortness ^^; )
Sadly, this fic is somewhat hard to write. If I'm not careful, it'll end up being an exact copy of all the good K/T fics already out there. But I'll keep at it! I promise!