Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ That Voodoo That You Do ❯ Neglected ( Chapter 14 )

“Umm, anyone have any idea on what just happened?” Kaoru, Kenshin and Aoshi stood just trying to figure out how and why the doll just pulled a Shishio and self incinerated. Kaoru looked at Aoshi, and vice versa before they both turned their bewilderment onto Kenshin.

“Don't look at me,” he grinned goofily, “I don't know anything.”

At the sight of his smile, Kaoru let out an exited shriek and couldn't help herself from hugging him, “Oh Kenshin, you're back, you're back!” She squeezed him so tight his eyes bulged out of his head, but she refused to let go or even loosen her grip.

“Miss Kaoru, I never went anywhere, that I did not.” He laughed, and she thought she might burst.

While all this was going on, Aoshi thought he might polish off the last of the rice balls before anyone noticed. He caught a flash of something in the corner of his eye by the door. Oh the influence caused by the doll may have been down to Sanosuke, but his own skills did not go to waste.

Very slowly, he got up and moved for the door. There was a slight gasp from behind it, and before he revealed himself, Aoshi reached behind the open door frame and caught hold of someone's wrist. He pulled whoever it was forward, and she stumbled, falling onto her knees. Slowly and through her hair, Misao peered up at him with a sheepish look on her face.

“Ninjas… particularly Oniwaban Ninjas, should be rarely seen and never heard, right, Misao?”

“Unless they choose to be!” She interjected, and he winked at her. Misao felt light headed again.

“But I don't think you meant to be, did ya?”

She frowned for a second in her confusion. She had expected him to reprimand her over this, over not respecting his privacy. Still, all she got was play talk. Definitely, something strange was going on. An idea formed in her head, and she nodded. “Uh huh.”

“And you're a bad liar too.”

He dropped down and started tickling her. For Misao, this was almost heaven, but she knew it wouldn't last. It was like a dream to have him act this way. She cried out with laughter, rolling on the floor.

After a few moments, she calmed down and began to realise things for herself. He had been tickling her, and she was on the floor. He had her pinned between his arms with nowhere to go, and now the commotion had died down he was looking at her intently, his eyes almost glowing with the blue intensity of the hottest flame, burning desire for her. Misao felt strange. It was a feeling that refused to yield inside her chest and in more feminine places. Then, it happened.

 

Another run of the mill day, and as Saito came home he found that his wife was not only home, but like always, was cooking dinner, having finished the housework and everything was just perfect. Not that he made the time to notice. Ahh, poor neglected Tokio, the faithful housewife. As soon as he came in, he went straight for the little doll, where he had left it in his study.

It was missing. Saito searched franticly for it, in every draw, under the papers, even under the linen that made up his other jacket. In his panic, he ignored the fact his adoring yet curious wife was stood in the doorway, looking somewhat bemused, though she tried not to show it.

“Tokio,” he growled, getting irritated he lost something he had put so much time into, “Help me look for it.”

“Look for what, love?” She genuinely had no idea what he was going on about, and when he thought about it, Saito didn't think it a good idea to say.

“It… the thing… it's mine. It wasn't here before.”

“I'm sorry, love, I don't understand what you mean.”

In a burst of frustrated anguish, Saito knew what he had to do. He got his shoes on and went out of the door.

“Darling, where are you going?” she called out into the fading twilight as Saito left the garden.

“I'm retracing my steps!” he yelled back, “I've lost it.”

Yeah, haven't you just. She thought, as Tokio closed the door and shook her head.