Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ The Beginning of a Friendship ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Serenitychan13 
Toshio meets Sanosuke and a friendship begins.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.23.2004 | Updated On: 10.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
Toshio meets Sanosuke and a friendship begins.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.23.2004 | Updated On: 10.12.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
The next morning, Toshio woke early. When she came out of her room, Usa tucked securely under one arm, she saw the spare bedroom door was half-open. She wasn't used to seeing this so, naturally, she went to have a look. The most unfamiliar sight she had ever seen in her four years of life greeted her.
There was a boy in the house.
Her first instinct was to be scared, but somehow it didn't exactly kick in. When she first got a look at him, she could tell the boy was badly hurt. His face was pale, just as her father's had been when he was recovering. Silently, Toshio went to sit by the boy's side. Gently, with the innocence all small children possess, she started stroking his hair, finding it to be soft as silk.
After a few minutes, he started to wake up.
The first thing Sanosuke saw when his eyes fluttered open was a pair of deep violet eyes blinking curiously at him from a pretty, lightly tanned face. Sanosuke thought he was still dreaming and slowly reached up to touch that pretty face. He found that her skin felt like nothing he had ever felt before.
'So soft... She has to be an angel...' he thought dazedly. 'Either I'm dreaming or I'm dead and in heaven...'
"What's your name?" asked Toshio, her voice sweet and quiet.
"Sanosuke..." he replied softly, half asleep. "What's yours?"
"Toshio," she said, still stroking his hair.
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Midori was awake and was going to get Toshio up. She found that the little girl wasn't in her room and was about to wake Souzou when she heard soft voices coming from the spare bedroom. What she saw when she looked in through the half-open door amazed her.
Toshio was sitting beside Sanosuke's futon, her head bowed so that her long, ebony black hair almost touched the boy's face. Sanosuke's hand rested gently on Toshio's cheek and she was stroking his hair. The actions were only out of a child's caring nature, combined with her young innocence, but the sweetness of the gesture touched Midori's heart.
'Souzou has to see this,' she thought, sighing inwardly. 'I should have known Toshio would get attached to him quickly.'
Without a second thought, she turned and made straight for the bedroom. Souzou was still asleep, of course, but at least he was in better condition than he had been in the night before. He wasn't really smiling, but his arm rested beside his head and his expression was peaceful. He looked so young and innocent like that... Midori sat beside their futon then leaned over and kissed him. Within seconds, his eyes were open.
"Souzou, quick! Get up!" she whispered, trying to keep at least some of her excitement out of her voice.
"Hm? What is it?" he asked, still mostly asleep.
"Toshio is already getting attached to Sanosuke," she said softly, her voice holding a note of motherly tenderness. "I thought you might want to see this; the two of them are adorable!"
Souzou yawned and sat up. The expression on his face was unreadable. He seemed to be torn between amusement and annoyance. Midori smiled and headed for the closet to find her sketchbook. Souzou got up and walked straight into... the door frame. Swearing under his breath, he slid the shoji the rest of the way open and stalked down the hall, rubbing his forehead.
Again, Midori pulled her bridal furisode from the back of the closet and got her sketchbook out of the sleeve. When she went back to the spare bedroom, she found Souzou leaning in the half-open doorway. She almost laughed out loud when she got a look at his face. He was grinning like an idiot. Trying hard to ignore him, she settled just inside the doorway. Once again, she set her sketchbook on her knees and began to sketch from life.
Toshio was still sitting beside Sanosuke, her hand running almost absently through his hair. Sanosuke still had his hand resting on Toshio's cheek. The two of them were obviously communicating in some way. But since there really were no words for the moment, neither of them felt the need to say anything.
Midori finished her sketch, blew off the loose charcoal dust and looked up at her husband.
"They really are precious, aren't they?" she seemed to be saying.
Without making a sound, Souzou sat down beside his wife and draped an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close to his side and turned so that his breath tickled her ear.
"They're so cute together," he whispered, his voice almost inaudible. "I think they'll be close friends in no time at all..."
Midori rolled her eyes at him.
"Looks like they're already pretty close," she whispered back.
Sanosuke started trying to sit up. After the first few failed attempts, Toshio took his hand and helped him. The boy looked around for a few seconds, seeming like he was still a little dazed, before his gaze focused in on Toshio. His brown eyes went wide and he scrambled off his futon. Or at least tried to...
"Gyah!" yelled the boy as he tried to stand up and get off his futon.
However, what he was trying to do was not immediately apparent. It was for sure, though, that he was not succeeding in the least. Finally, he gave up the idea of standing and scooted backwards off his futon.
"I-I thought I was still dreaming!" he stammered as he stood up.
Toshio just looked on in fascination. She had never seen someone panic just because they looked at another person. Souzou was doubled over, laughing silently. Midori had her hand on her mouth, obviously trying not to laugh.
In a few seconds, Sanosuke realized he had an audience. His face turned bright red and he froze. Midori got up and left, trying to let the boy keep his dignity. Souzou just continued to clamp his hand over his mouth and try not to laugh out loud. Toshio got a good look at Sanosuke's face and stood up. She went and wrapped her arms around Sanosuke.
"Daddy, stop laughing," she said, her face in a child's version of a threatening glare. "He was just being nice."
Souzou was floored.
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There was a boy in the house.
Her first instinct was to be scared, but somehow it didn't exactly kick in. When she first got a look at him, she could tell the boy was badly hurt. His face was pale, just as her father's had been when he was recovering. Silently, Toshio went to sit by the boy's side. Gently, with the innocence all small children possess, she started stroking his hair, finding it to be soft as silk.
After a few minutes, he started to wake up.
The first thing Sanosuke saw when his eyes fluttered open was a pair of deep violet eyes blinking curiously at him from a pretty, lightly tanned face. Sanosuke thought he was still dreaming and slowly reached up to touch that pretty face. He found that her skin felt like nothing he had ever felt before.
'So soft... She has to be an angel...' he thought dazedly. 'Either I'm dreaming or I'm dead and in heaven...'
"What's your name?" asked Toshio, her voice sweet and quiet.
"Sanosuke..." he replied softly, half asleep. "What's yours?"
"Toshio," she said, still stroking his hair.
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Midori was awake and was going to get Toshio up. She found that the little girl wasn't in her room and was about to wake Souzou when she heard soft voices coming from the spare bedroom. What she saw when she looked in through the half-open door amazed her.
Toshio was sitting beside Sanosuke's futon, her head bowed so that her long, ebony black hair almost touched the boy's face. Sanosuke's hand rested gently on Toshio's cheek and she was stroking his hair. The actions were only out of a child's caring nature, combined with her young innocence, but the sweetness of the gesture touched Midori's heart.
'Souzou has to see this,' she thought, sighing inwardly. 'I should have known Toshio would get attached to him quickly.'
Without a second thought, she turned and made straight for the bedroom. Souzou was still asleep, of course, but at least he was in better condition than he had been in the night before. He wasn't really smiling, but his arm rested beside his head and his expression was peaceful. He looked so young and innocent like that... Midori sat beside their futon then leaned over and kissed him. Within seconds, his eyes were open.
"Souzou, quick! Get up!" she whispered, trying to keep at least some of her excitement out of her voice.
"Hm? What is it?" he asked, still mostly asleep.
"Toshio is already getting attached to Sanosuke," she said softly, her voice holding a note of motherly tenderness. "I thought you might want to see this; the two of them are adorable!"
Souzou yawned and sat up. The expression on his face was unreadable. He seemed to be torn between amusement and annoyance. Midori smiled and headed for the closet to find her sketchbook. Souzou got up and walked straight into... the door frame. Swearing under his breath, he slid the shoji the rest of the way open and stalked down the hall, rubbing his forehead.
Again, Midori pulled her bridal furisode from the back of the closet and got her sketchbook out of the sleeve. When she went back to the spare bedroom, she found Souzou leaning in the half-open doorway. She almost laughed out loud when she got a look at his face. He was grinning like an idiot. Trying hard to ignore him, she settled just inside the doorway. Once again, she set her sketchbook on her knees and began to sketch from life.
Toshio was still sitting beside Sanosuke, her hand running almost absently through his hair. Sanosuke still had his hand resting on Toshio's cheek. The two of them were obviously communicating in some way. But since there really were no words for the moment, neither of them felt the need to say anything.
Midori finished her sketch, blew off the loose charcoal dust and looked up at her husband.
"They really are precious, aren't they?" she seemed to be saying.
Without making a sound, Souzou sat down beside his wife and draped an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close to his side and turned so that his breath tickled her ear.
"They're so cute together," he whispered, his voice almost inaudible. "I think they'll be close friends in no time at all..."
Midori rolled her eyes at him.
"Looks like they're already pretty close," she whispered back.
Sanosuke started trying to sit up. After the first few failed attempts, Toshio took his hand and helped him. The boy looked around for a few seconds, seeming like he was still a little dazed, before his gaze focused in on Toshio. His brown eyes went wide and he scrambled off his futon. Or at least tried to...
"Gyah!" yelled the boy as he tried to stand up and get off his futon.
However, what he was trying to do was not immediately apparent. It was for sure, though, that he was not succeeding in the least. Finally, he gave up the idea of standing and scooted backwards off his futon.
"I-I thought I was still dreaming!" he stammered as he stood up.
Toshio just looked on in fascination. She had never seen someone panic just because they looked at another person. Souzou was doubled over, laughing silently. Midori had her hand on her mouth, obviously trying not to laugh.
In a few seconds, Sanosuke realized he had an audience. His face turned bright red and he froze. Midori got up and left, trying to let the boy keep his dignity. Souzou just continued to clamp his hand over his mouth and try not to laugh out loud. Toshio got a good look at Sanosuke's face and stood up. She went and wrapped her arms around Sanosuke.
"Daddy, stop laughing," she said, her face in a child's version of a threatening glare. "He was just being nice."
Souzou was floored.
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