Rurouni Kenshin, drabbles
I just remembered that I had this table from... well... eons ago. So here is my attempt to finish it before the end of the century.
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Characters: The usual suspects
Prompt: 77. experiment
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG for cursing
Summary: He was never good in Chemistry; nevertheless, experiments were always fun.
Sano had to hand it to Kamatari. The man was a genius. One that had incredible acting skills.
At the beginning, he truly thought that Kenshin had finally screwed up his chances with Kaoru. This Kamatari guy seemed to be a winner. He was like the second perfect guy, or maybe as perfect as Kenshin was, for Kaoru. But Kamatari, unlike Kenshin, had an unfair-however one could define it-advantage: he knew Kaoru from way back. Kenshin didn’t. No matter how long Kenshin had dated Kaoru. No matter how obsessed, devoted, enamored he was with her, he still didn’t and couldn’t know her like Kamatari did.
So when he saw this new guy and Kaoru hug a couple of weeks ago, Sano really thought Kenshin had definitely lost her.
Guess he was wrong-and that was a good thing. At least in this instance.
He knew that Kaoru was simply the one for Kenshin. She was the right girl for him. Only the stupid idiot was idiot enough to end things with her just because his undeserving ex had suddenly reappeared and wanted to oh-so-get-back together. For the life of him, Sano couldn’t get into his brains why in the world Kenshin decided to listen to his ex and start dating her again. The woman had left him because she wanted to pursue her career. If she really cared about their relationship in the first place, she should have tried harder.
Whatever. She was back and annoying the crap out of everyone. Pity that Kenshin didn’t notice-or maybe he did but he was doing nothing about it. The little bastard.
In any case, with Kamatari’s presence, things were definitely turning extremely entertaining. Whether or not Kaoru noticed, her friendly-touchy-treatment toward Kamatari was driving Kenshin up against the wall. Or at least, it was making him ignore his current date, who had already asked him if he wanted lemonade like four times.
Wearing a Cheshire grin, Sano simply continued observing. If his predictions were correct, by the end of the day, Kamatari’s sneaky experiment was going to have a successful outcome.
One unsuspecting male individual, one unknown friendship, and a couple of doses of kisses and hugs, and the final result was almost tangible: a jealous man who would most likely do anything to get what was his back.
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Characters: The usual suspects
Prompt: Prevention
Word Count: 1142
Summary: He was just trying to be a good friend. Nothing else.
He was not being nosy. He hadn’t purposely told just Kamatari to stay with him at the picnic table to clean up while the others played Frisbee so he could question him. He just wanted to make sure that Kaoru was in fact mingling with the right type of people. Sure, it seemed that she knew this Kamatari guy since… forever… but that didn’t mean that the guy was a good one. Right. He was just being a good, protective friend. Yup. And the sky was in fact purple and elephants crossed the Atlantic Ocean using their shiny wings.
“So, what do you do again?” Kenshin asked using what he hoped sounded like a harmless, curious voice.
Kamatari smirked inwardly. “Photography.”
“I see”
“Yes. It’s something I’ve loved my entire life. Actually, Kao here is responsible for this choice of mine. She was actually my first muse.”
Kenshin choked when he heard the last part.
“M-muse?”
“Yes. I remember that faithful day. We were both at the beach and…”
Kenshin’s mind was fretting. Kaoru had been this guy’s muse. His muse. At the beach. Where people usually wear swimsuits or none at all… Oh Lord…
“... and there she was sitting. On top of a rock, looking at the horizon. She was so beautiful. Not that she’s not beautiful now…”
‘Of course she’s beautiful now!’ Kenshin’s mind supplied. ‘She has always being beautiful…’
“… so I took a picture of her. For some reason, that image of her, with her glowing skin and serene face, I felt that I needed to capture that kind of beauty every day. It wasn’t just how she looked, but the emotions she was transmitting. It was very memorable.”
Kamatari sighed and surreptitiously glanced at Kenshin, who seemed more interested in frowning and staring at something on his feet.
‘Sucker.’ The word flashed in his mind continuously. With bright neon lights and some fireworks accompanying it.
“What are you talking about?” Kaoru’s voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. “Megumi says that you guys should come to join us in the game.” Her invitation was supposed to be directed at everyone; however, her sight as focused on Kamatari.
‘What has the little devil been saying to Kenshin? The man’s brain seems to be imploding at the moment.’
“Nothing, love. Just telling Kenshin how I became a photographer.”
“Oh”
“Remember that day at the beach?”
Kaoru nodded. How could she forget. Kamatari had lost a bet, having his car taken away for a week as a result. What the stupid man had forgotten about was that they had arrived to the beach using his car. The one that was not with him anymore. They were moneyless and unless they wanted to walk for about thirty miles, they needed to find a solution. Thankfully, the beach they had gone to was very beautiful, and after some very skillful snapshots from her best friend, they sold the pictures to a group of random tourists that had stopped by for some leg stretching (thank G-d).
With some cash, but not enough to get them to where they wanted, they were able to stop a random driver and convince him (well, Kaoru did the convincing-her lawyer abilities had been present from an early age) to get them to the closest town with the promise of paying for some of the gas. There, they called Kamatari’s cousin from a payphone and after some begging, she came to pick them up. Of course, that also had a cost. One that Kaoru forced Kamatari to pay on his own since she had had enough. Seeing him washing his cousin’s car and dog (more like chasing a wet dog and then washing him) for three weeks had almost been worth the pain. Almost.
“Yes. It was… unforgettable to say the least.”
Kenshin missed the sarcasm in Kaoru’s voice and his frown deepened.
“Oh, it was fun, love! Those pictures were gorgeous! People said so!” Kamatari tweaked his friend’s nose and sighed dramatically. “If only we had the time to take more.”
“You did. A week after.” When his car was back and when she wasn’t feeling so miserable. Those pictures of the ocean had been amazing. Splash of gold and red against bright blue and green hues. They had spent the whole afternoon searching for the right locations and the right subjects. Unlike the ones that had been taken during the previous disastrous week, those pictures had more detail and spoke of different emotions on their own. She had even been included in one of them, where she was standing in front of the crashing waves. Kamatari had loved the entire process and mentioned how he could do that his whole life.
“Yes, and you took my breath away in that photograph of you against the waves.” Kamatari’s voice softened and he brushed a strand of loose hair away from her face.
Kaoru simply shrugged. Well, ego aside, it had been a very pretty picture.
Kenshin’s observed their interaction and his hands fisted when he saw the tender look Kamatari was giving to Kaoru when he mentioned whatever photograph he had taken of her.
So he had used her as his muse. He had observed and captured not only her external but also her internal beauty in an intimate moment that had only included the master and his subject. That had been sometime ago. Sometime in the past. And now he was back, holding her hand, sharing stories he didn’t know about, calling her ‘love’ and whatever cheesy name the man could use.
So they seem to be more than just friends. They were close. Very close. They shared a story (or stories)-one that was longer than what he had had with her.
So what?
People could develop this kind of friendship and remain as such. As friends. Nothing else, nothing more.
But then again, this Kamataru really knew and understood Kaoru. As if he could read her like he read a book. Hell, he could even anticipate and even control her mood swings. That was a fit that had taken him quite a while to master, and even then. Sometimes it was a lost cause. But not with this guy. He seemed perfect for her.
So damn perfect that in fact, he was starting to think that they might have as well been married for many years now. They looked and acted like an old couple.
Well, as a very good friend, but a very good one, he had the mission to make sure this Kamatari guy hadn’t changed at all. That he was-indeed-perfect for his-friend-Kaoru.
Kenshin Himura was known to be a good man. So as such, he had to prevent his recent ex-girlfriend from getting too close to someone who could be dangerous. Well, dangerous after leaving and coming back to the country.
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Characters: The usual suspects
Prompt: 77. experiment
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG for cursing
Summary: He was never good in Chemistry; nevertheless, experiments were always fun.
Sano had to hand it to Kamatari. The man was a genius. One that had incredible acting skills.
At the beginning, he truly thought that Kenshin had finally screwed up his chances with Kaoru. This Kamatari guy seemed to be a winner. He was like the second perfect guy, or maybe as perfect as Kenshin was, for Kaoru. But Kamatari, unlike Kenshin, had an unfair-however one could define it-advantage: he knew Kaoru from way back. Kenshin didn’t. No matter how long Kenshin had dated Kaoru. No matter how obsessed, devoted, enamored he was with her, he still didn’t and couldn’t know her like Kamatari did.
So when he saw this new guy and Kaoru hug a couple of weeks ago, Sano really thought Kenshin had definitely lost her.
Guess he was wrong-and that was a good thing. At least in this instance.
He knew that Kaoru was simply the one for Kenshin. She was the right girl for him. Only the stupid idiot was idiot enough to end things with her just because his undeserving ex had suddenly reappeared and wanted to oh-so-get-back together. For the life of him, Sano couldn’t get into his brains why in the world Kenshin decided to listen to his ex and start dating her again. The woman had left him because she wanted to pursue her career. If she really cared about their relationship in the first place, she should have tried harder.
Whatever. She was back and annoying the crap out of everyone. Pity that Kenshin didn’t notice-or maybe he did but he was doing nothing about it. The little bastard.
In any case, with Kamatari’s presence, things were definitely turning extremely entertaining. Whether or not Kaoru noticed, her friendly-touchy-treatment toward Kamatari was driving Kenshin up against the wall. Or at least, it was making him ignore his current date, who had already asked him if he wanted lemonade like four times.
Wearing a Cheshire grin, Sano simply continued observing. If his predictions were correct, by the end of the day, Kamatari’s sneaky experiment was going to have a successful outcome.
One unsuspecting male individual, one unknown friendship, and a couple of doses of kisses and hugs, and the final result was almost tangible: a jealous man who would most likely do anything to get what was his back.
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Characters: The usual suspects
Prompt: Prevention
Word Count: 1142
Summary: He was just trying to be a good friend. Nothing else.
He was not being nosy. He hadn’t purposely told just Kamatari to stay with him at the picnic table to clean up while the others played Frisbee so he could question him. He just wanted to make sure that Kaoru was in fact mingling with the right type of people. Sure, it seemed that she knew this Kamatari guy since… forever… but that didn’t mean that the guy was a good one. Right. He was just being a good, protective friend. Yup. And the sky was in fact purple and elephants crossed the Atlantic Ocean using their shiny wings.
“So, what do you do again?” Kenshin asked using what he hoped sounded like a harmless, curious voice.
Kamatari smirked inwardly. “Photography.”
“I see”
“Yes. It’s something I’ve loved my entire life. Actually, Kao here is responsible for this choice of mine. She was actually my first muse.”
Kenshin choked when he heard the last part.
“M-muse?”
“Yes. I remember that faithful day. We were both at the beach and…”
Kenshin’s mind was fretting. Kaoru had been this guy’s muse. His muse. At the beach. Where people usually wear swimsuits or none at all… Oh Lord…
“... and there she was sitting. On top of a rock, looking at the horizon. She was so beautiful. Not that she’s not beautiful now…”
‘Of course she’s beautiful now!’ Kenshin’s mind supplied. ‘She has always being beautiful…’
“… so I took a picture of her. For some reason, that image of her, with her glowing skin and serene face, I felt that I needed to capture that kind of beauty every day. It wasn’t just how she looked, but the emotions she was transmitting. It was very memorable.”
Kamatari sighed and surreptitiously glanced at Kenshin, who seemed more interested in frowning and staring at something on his feet.
‘Sucker.’ The word flashed in his mind continuously. With bright neon lights and some fireworks accompanying it.
“What are you talking about?” Kaoru’s voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. “Megumi says that you guys should come to join us in the game.” Her invitation was supposed to be directed at everyone; however, her sight as focused on Kamatari.
‘What has the little devil been saying to Kenshin? The man’s brain seems to be imploding at the moment.’
“Nothing, love. Just telling Kenshin how I became a photographer.”
“Oh”
“Remember that day at the beach?”
Kaoru nodded. How could she forget. Kamatari had lost a bet, having his car taken away for a week as a result. What the stupid man had forgotten about was that they had arrived to the beach using his car. The one that was not with him anymore. They were moneyless and unless they wanted to walk for about thirty miles, they needed to find a solution. Thankfully, the beach they had gone to was very beautiful, and after some very skillful snapshots from her best friend, they sold the pictures to a group of random tourists that had stopped by for some leg stretching (thank G-d).
With some cash, but not enough to get them to where they wanted, they were able to stop a random driver and convince him (well, Kaoru did the convincing-her lawyer abilities had been present from an early age) to get them to the closest town with the promise of paying for some of the gas. There, they called Kamatari’s cousin from a payphone and after some begging, she came to pick them up. Of course, that also had a cost. One that Kaoru forced Kamatari to pay on his own since she had had enough. Seeing him washing his cousin’s car and dog (more like chasing a wet dog and then washing him) for three weeks had almost been worth the pain. Almost.
“Yes. It was… unforgettable to say the least.”
Kenshin missed the sarcasm in Kaoru’s voice and his frown deepened.
“Oh, it was fun, love! Those pictures were gorgeous! People said so!” Kamatari tweaked his friend’s nose and sighed dramatically. “If only we had the time to take more.”
“You did. A week after.” When his car was back and when she wasn’t feeling so miserable. Those pictures of the ocean had been amazing. Splash of gold and red against bright blue and green hues. They had spent the whole afternoon searching for the right locations and the right subjects. Unlike the ones that had been taken during the previous disastrous week, those pictures had more detail and spoke of different emotions on their own. She had even been included in one of them, where she was standing in front of the crashing waves. Kamatari had loved the entire process and mentioned how he could do that his whole life.
“Yes, and you took my breath away in that photograph of you against the waves.” Kamatari’s voice softened and he brushed a strand of loose hair away from her face.
Kaoru simply shrugged. Well, ego aside, it had been a very pretty picture.
Kenshin’s observed their interaction and his hands fisted when he saw the tender look Kamatari was giving to Kaoru when he mentioned whatever photograph he had taken of her.
So he had used her as his muse. He had observed and captured not only her external but also her internal beauty in an intimate moment that had only included the master and his subject. That had been sometime ago. Sometime in the past. And now he was back, holding her hand, sharing stories he didn’t know about, calling her ‘love’ and whatever cheesy name the man could use.
So they seem to be more than just friends. They were close. Very close. They shared a story (or stories)-one that was longer than what he had had with her.
So what?
People could develop this kind of friendship and remain as such. As friends. Nothing else, nothing more.
But then again, this Kamataru really knew and understood Kaoru. As if he could read her like he read a book. Hell, he could even anticipate and even control her mood swings. That was a fit that had taken him quite a while to master, and even then. Sometimes it was a lost cause. But not with this guy. He seemed perfect for her.
So damn perfect that in fact, he was starting to think that they might have as well been married for many years now. They looked and acted like an old couple.
Well, as a very good friend, but a very good one, he had the mission to make sure this Kamatari guy hadn’t changed at all. That he was-indeed-perfect for his-friend-Kaoru.
Kenshin Himura was known to be a good man. So as such, he had to prevent his recent ex-girlfriend from getting too close to someone who could be dangerous. Well, dangerous after leaving and coming back to the country.