Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Sketches ❯ Chapter 1

 

Disclaimer: I don't own RK… HECK, I DON'T EVEN OWN A TOOTHBRUSH!!! (goes bananas…)

A/N: I kinda messed up a bit so I uploaded the whole thing all over again…on with the fic! Kaoru is a talented artist who sketches a certain `imaginary friend' in her head, only to meet the person he resembles (I so suck at this…)

 

Sketches

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Darn these fingernails! They're too dang short! I tried applying red nail polish on them but like I said, too dang short! I wish I never bit my nails but `fate fell short this time'…I was destined to have short fingernails. I finished with my left hand but wasn't quite happy with the outcome, “AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!” I yelled, placing my hands flat on the floor and spilt the whole bottle of apple scented acetone on them, “DIE! DIE! DIE!” I rubbed my nails hard with a piece of cotton. I calmed down after a few minutes later and realized how much mess I made on my carpet, “Oh crap!” I ran to the kitchen and fetched a can of soda pop, “This should do it!” I said, spilling the contents on the stain.

 

Misao always told me that the number one stain remover was soda pop, dunno why. Heck, I didn't care anymore, it worked anyway, she was right. There was nothing else to do at home so I took a glass of fresh milk and padded to the sofa. I switched on the television, “Konbanwa, Tokyo! Tonight we'll have a slight drizzle but don't worry all you…” Screw TV. I rarely watch. It's just that tonight was so boring, hence, the fingernails. I got so bored I tried doing my nails but…yeah…

 

“Tadaima!” Misao flung the door open.

 

“Okaeri! I didn't know you were working!” I said glancing at her, still wearing her wetsuit under her coat.

 

“A little emergency at the aquarium! One of our seals kept puking.” She said removing her shoes.

 

“What's for dinner?” she asked.

 

“Was that an insult?” I said placing my hands on my waist. She knew very well I couldn't cook.

 

“Oops…I'm gonna take a shower. Could you just boil some water for me?” she said entering the bathroom.

 

“Hai, hai” I said slumping. I got very nervous. Why, you ask? Because I might BURN the water! See?! I can't even make steam! I'm probably the only person on earth who burns soups! I boiled two cups of tap water, perfectly. Finally, something I'm good at! Misao came in wearing her purple pj's with stars on them with matching purple bunny slippers. She was towel drying her hair when she complemented on my excellent boiling techniques.

 

“I'll be in my room if you need me!” I yelled running to my room. I plopped myself on my bed and reached for my sketchbook and an old pencil. It was like…a year old. It had bite marks on the sides and I used up the eraser months after I got it. But it was sentimental. It was given by my first boyfriend, Enishi. I broke up with him though; turns out he was such a self-centered jerk. I started waving softly on the paper, creating bold lines and details. Ever since I broke up with Enishi, I started acting weird. Maybe too weird. I have this…this picture of a person in my head I can't seem to get rid of. I just made him up, you know, he just seemed to pop in out of nowhere.

 

I imagined him with long brown wavy hair and soft amethyst eyes. My imagination acted quickly through my hands, sketching in his locks and his orbs. Then he'd have a nice well-built body but I don't think it would be appropriate to draw him in nude. So I drew him in a nice sweater -- “Kaoru-san! Dinner!”

 

“Eep!” I yelped, ruining his sleeves. I looked over my sketch book and saw just how ruined he was. I accidentally drew a dark line over his face. Crossly, I stomped my way to the kitchen, pencil and sketchbook in hand. “Look what you did to his face!” I yelled, showing Misao the ruined artwork.

 

“Oh really?” she said, slightly shoving the sketchbook away from her face.

 

“Really!”

 

“Evidence 1: I can't draw. Evidence 2: I'm not holding a pencil.” She said pointing at the old pencil with her eyes.

 

“You yelled!” I said, defending myself while settling in the dining table.

 

“Would you prefer whispers?”

 

“Actually…I would!” I shot back at her.

 

…

 

“HAHAHAHAHA!” we laughed, “You were never really good at answering back Kaoru-san!” Misao said, clutching her stomach. I laughed at myself too, for the pathetic truth as we began to consume dinner.