since i have done little to nothing with this i'm withdrawing from the community. i am so sorry to have wasted everyones time and mashed any chance of making this more fun.
thank you and good bye to all.
Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
 |
|
My stomach was pleasantly full (courtesy of the lunch we just shared without me having to use chop sticks to impale the hand of any nearby fiends) as was the evening's agenda.
Wandering the streets for only a few moments I was able to locate a finely dressed couple in their late fifties. After inquiring where they bought their clothes I led Kaoru to the finest upscale clothing shop in the district. I'll always be grateful to the Chinese family that took me in and introduced me to the finer aspects of life that only the rich could ever afford. I don't regret killing them, they needed to learn that materialism is nothing. You can't take your riches with you when you die.
But they certainly are fun to enjoy in the present.
Speaking of treasures...there was a beautiful display of necklaces. What better way to show a bunch of mobsters that the young woman in my company is truly mine? It's natural that someone in the Yakuza would show affection not so much by actions but by possessions. We're supposed to be a group of heartless bastards, so naturally cold stones of beauty is how we would showcase those important to us.
"Kaoru," I say in a quiet voice, that to the innocent bystander would think sounded affectionate. "What do you think of this?" I ask holding up the necklace.
There are a few more in the display case. "Or would you prefer either of the others?" I ask with a small smile, making sure that my eyes crinkle with the act. I gesture towards another sapphire necklace and a lovely unique shaped diamond that must have been of Western design. "Money is no object. I only want the most beautiful to adorn you, the most beautiful."
I bet Himura was never able to buy her these things. I know, deep in my heart, that she'll one day return to him. So for now, I'll take advantage of the situation and spoil her as much as I can.
4 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
The walk to Kanda temple was pretty much, how should I put this...lively and very, very, very chatty. Tsutomu-san particularly, was asking these questions. Then again, I guess at his age, it's normal, ne? And Tatsuo-san, our celebrant was like the former's shadow, hopping-running-hopping after his brother.
"We're almost there," I say over my back as we ascend up the flight of stone stairs.
Eiji, the oldest looks very responsible and I could tell he was watching after his brothers very carefully even though he didn't say or talk much. Ah, I think he is going to grow up as a good man.
And then there's Tsuyoshi, I still can't forget how strong his eyes were. It was apparent earlier, but now I can see how affectionate he is towards his mother. That's a good thing, I think.
The shrine's facade welcomes us, along with other patrons and their young children. It wasn't very crowded though, and the evening air feels cool on my face.
"It's a fine night, ne Tatsuo-san?"
43 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
After saying our farewells, we left Tokio's house and headed on our way. The weather is a bit chilly. I'm sure the nights will be cold. I need to head back to the teahouse but before that..."Tsukioka-san," I interrupt the silence.
"I have some stops I need to make along the way. Would you like to accompany me or head on ahead? I need to check up on the okiya before I head back to the teahouse. Some of our geishas might not have made it home safely last night. Part of my job."
18 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
"I thought you needed the exercise"
*#&E%*&@$#.
Sighing I sit down on the tatami, giving a forlorn look at Watanuki-san, I ask her, "how do you survive her lessons?"
She giggles, "Sada-sensei is a good teacher and mentor. She can be a bit... eccentric." She coughs, "she must really care for you a lot Tsukioka-san, I've never seen her this happy before."
Her face then takes on a nervous mien as said topic of our conversation ushers the others in.
17 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
A safe prediction for putting together three people with such different personality traits -such as wolfish Saitou, weasel-chan Misao and me- would have been: ripped throats and glares of doom
Surprisingly so, things are going pretty well, at least for now. The glares are present, of course, but I think I'm already inmune to those.
I am scouting the area on my own for now, but will soon meet up with Saitou and Misao. I hope they manage to keep themselves from killing each other. Or hitting on each other, whatever happens first.
Last time we talked, we detected an spy on our tracks.
But I haven't spotted anyone yet. I wonder what news my traveling companions have.
___
ooc: Permission to start thread and tag Saitou and Misao!! Will gladly edit if that's the case.
ooc2: argh. I'm trying to link back to previous entry but the lj cuts keep failing me. will try later.
10 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
I feel the carriage's speed slowing down and eventually, the fading clickity-clack of the horses' hooves tells me we have stopped. Peering through the small glass window, I realize we are in front of a restaurant.
And as if on cue, my stomach makes a sound.
My eyes fall on its source and a free hand goes over it.
What the hell would you do if Yukishiro heard that?
Be still you! Quiet!
I look outside once again and see a couple of people go inside the restaurant. The open doors gives me a little peek inside the establishment.
Lively place, I tell myself and realize I was in my gi and hakama.
A small crumple on my forehead.
Mou.
"Hey Yukishiro!" I call him from behind where I knew he would be sitting. "Whatever you do, don't open the door unless I tell you, understand?"
I blink a few times while waiting for an answer. Well, he probably did hear it.
With that, I start looking for a decent kimono in my baggage and upon finding one, I start to slip out of my gi.
15 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
 |
|
Kaoru's letter pretty much left me shook up. I'd been going through my morning rituals not quite awake when I found it. Nasty little shocker that one. So yeah, here I am staring blankly at the white parchment on my fingers, head spinning, mind buzzing. There were so many hidden meanings and kami I've got so many thoughts right now I don't even know where to begin!
Finally after the shock subsided, the first thing that crossed my mind was ofcourse it had something to do with Enishi. According to my conversation with Soujiro they were sighted together weren't they? Yes, Yukishiro definitely had something to do with this.
That decided, I tore through the dojo, upending tables, futons...Basically anything I can get my hands on. Hoping they might have left some clue as to where they'd gone. I might've broken something in my haste but I'll fix it later. I can't really find myself caring so much about pissing Kaoru off when I'm on the brink of losing it anyway.
Rolled up futon...Nothing. Neatly folded blankets...Nothing. Kitchen...Nothing. Kaoru's clothes and equipment...missing. Kaoru's bokken...missing.
That girl...what the hell was she thinking?!
I am alright, please do not worry about me. I am doing this for your sake. Please, let me take care and protect you this time around.
And what an idiot I am for trusting Yukishiro enough to let my guard down! Dammit! Kaoru, you better not do anything reckless!
Slamming the last shelf closed, I sank down on the floor panting harshly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Of all the days to wake up late why did it have to be today?! If I'd known I never would've...Damn you Yukishiro! If something happens to Kaoru I'll fucking rip you--"Oi, Kenshin? Kenshin! You home?"
12 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
I can't believe that I've been back in Tokyo this long already, and I've only been to the dojo once.
Of course, that visit went rather strangely. Stranger still was seeing my younger brother there. I know I haven't gotten the full story on that one, either. I didn't even get to see Kenshin.
So after a quick breakfast, I stroll my way over to the dojo. Once there, I just jump over the back gate--just like old times.
"Oi, Kenshin? Kenshin! You home?" I call out as I walk across the yard toward the engawa.
5 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
I'm all packed and ready to go, just waiting on a certain ninja so we can go off gallivanting after the little weasel, wolf, and a girly-man.
I hope he doesn't expect me to walk all the way! A gentleman would have arranged for horses...
**
Waiting on Shinomori
18 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
I'm so tired... I want to go home, I want to take a bath, change to a nice, clean yukata and have Honda prepare his special ebi tempura. Honda, he must be worried sick about me by now.
Mou. My feet are killing me, I have a headache the size of Fuji-san and I don't even want to talk about the pain on my left arm. As the Takamine* mon on top of the gate came into view I quicken my steps eager for the shelter of my oba-chan's estate. At the gate, I can see the unmistakeable, gigantically round figure of Honda. I called out to him. "Honda~! Tadaima~!"
32 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
I've been looking over my back with a face etched with subtle worry and uneasiness. I made sure I left as quietly as possible but I can't help but feel as if Kenshin is right behind me, watching me with those all-knowing eyes of his. The small hairs on my nape stand as a gust of morning breeze ruffles what leaves remain is some trees.
It's getting hard to breathe. I never thought I'd be sneaking around like this in my own house!
Where is Yukishiro? Mou, he better get here soon.
I shift my duffle bag on my shoulder. I decided it was best to leave in my gi and hakama along with my training equipment. I would look less suspicious if anyone I or Kenshin knows sees me.
A small sigh.
Kenshin. I left him a letter, and that was about it.
13 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
Rejoice, the wet and gloomy weather is over! It's the last day of the week and the skies seem to be very cooperative to give you a very good one. The temperature will range from its highest, 72F (23C) during the day and lowest at 62F (17C) in the late evening. A weak westernly wind will accompany you throughout the day.
Have a pleasant day everyone!
Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
After being coerced by Ape-san to leave the teahouse, they blindfold me and lead me through a series of twists and turns, no doubt to confuse me. Finally after a long while, we came to a halt and Ape-san and his band of primates begin to speak in… wait, that’s not Dutch it sounds a bit more like Russian. Mou. Figures. Tokio no baka. The discussion end with a round of snickers, and then one of the men step behind me.
9 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
It's been raining, raining, and raining. And the wind seemed to compete with the rain's intensity. It was as if the wind was whistling, although angrily. Kami-sama, is this a storm? I hope everyone outside is safe.
I clutch a portion of the futon as my mind drifts away. Dinner with Kenshin earlier was...quiet and rather unusual. I wonder, if there's something wrong? I wonder, if he finally found out? I did not dare ask. Sometimes, when you do not say anything, thing will not change. Right now, I want to keep it that way.
But still...
It worries me that he's all to quiet.
Then I think about my dirtly litte secret mission with Yukishiro Enishi. About the injured boy, Ryuu. Megumi-san, Aoshi-san, Misao-chan, Yahiko.
I feel so restless.
I should sleep.
I know I should.
Datte...
8 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
Making our way downstairs after Takagi-san's acquiesed to be my partner for the night, I halt just before we enter the tearoom and gently link Tokio's arm to mine. "Though a reminder is unnecessary, Hanabi-san has drilled me into submission and I'm afraid I must comply. Number one, upon entering we begin our roles. Two, act natural, smile a lot and find the perfect pose to further enhance the beauty of the kimono." I quirk a sardonic grin. "Really, Hanabi-san can be quite the narcissist."
"Three, mingle occasionally when a client takes interest. And lastly four, If sometime during the night you recieve any unwanted attention." I squeeze the arm on my hold in encouragement. "Kindly alert me or any of the other girls." I tap the sword on my hip. "I'm pretty well known in this establishment so it doesn't take much to elicit a satisfactory response."
"That said," I wink and lean closer, speaking in a conspirational whisper, "Let's begin the show ne?"
15 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
 |
|
Nov. 13 - The Chrysanthemum Inn - Early Morning.
The first stirrings of consciousness filtered through my hazy mind. Scents of clean blankets, fresh morning air and...was that ginger? registered on my slowly awakening senses. Lids opening, I blink blearily, taking into account the fierce headache drumming into my skull and the wonderful feeling of warm, slightly damp flesh in direct contact with my arm. I lift my head and twist it around to my mysterious partner, wanting to see just who I slept err...bedded last night.
Long streams of glistening crimson locks, and an equally pale and naked back met my vision. I grinned. A redhead? I bedded a redhead? I scootch closer, throwing an arm around her and snuggling onto her neck.
Hmm Mmm...And such a smooth neck it was!
It should've occured to me that there aren't that much redheads in Japan and that I only knew of one who possessed such a trait, yet at the moment I was too sleepy and lazy to care. I couldn't recall what exactly happened last night, but I was quite content with breathing into her neck, peppering kisses here and there, feeling the potent aphrodisiac of skin against skin and cuddling with this lovely, albeit mysterious, woman.
I assured myself that I'd remember what happened last night eventually. But as of now I could feel sleep calling to me and, hmmm...maybe I should close my eyes and...The body underneath my arms stiffened. The muscles in her arms and back becoming so rigid that for a second I'm quite confused as to...wait, wait muscles?
I felt myself going rigid as well.
Slowly, very slowly, I turn to her just as she turned to me.
Purple eyes stared back first in confusion then horror. Amber flecks dancing just beneath her no, his irises while I stare dumbly at the familiar X-shaped scar carved on his left cheek.
Himura.
Kenshin Himura.
My mysterious lover is Kenshin. Himura.
Oh, Oh God.
So I did what any self-respecting straight male would do considering the situation.
I screamed. He screamed.
...
We screamed.
***
GD: This happened the day before Soujiro saw Tokio in the tea house and Kenshin saw Enishi in the rain.
18 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
My eyelids slowly unfold to be met by the now familiar ceiling of my room. A hand instinctively makes it way to grab a side of my head--a huge presence of pain was there, it was like pounding from the insides of my skull. I bite my lower lip, as I use my other arm to support myself as I sit up in my bed.
"What...in the world happened...?" My voice came in staggered and heaved whispers.
My windows were shut, I have no sense of time but I could hear the steady rhythm of the rain pouring outside. The last thing I can remember, I was, I was...working downstairs, serving some new customers...after that, after that...
After that...
The pain throbbed again and I had to press against my forehead.
"I can't...can't remember anything..." came the hesitant realization.
It was then that I noticed a piece of paper, no, a letter beside my futon. Surprised then curious, I pick it up and read it.
Hotaru,
Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
 |
|
Aoshi and I managed our way from my apartment to the dojo under the protection of a cozy paper umbrella. By walking extremely close to one another we were able to keep for the most part dry.
However, all that work to stay dry was for naught once I saw the scene of Enishi Yukishiro, covered in blood and mud with an injured child. Kaoru and Ken-san were working to help the boy, foolishly remaining in the rain.
"What is going on?" I demand running away from Aoshi's protective presence and kneeling at the young boy's side.
I turn my authorative doctor look on Enishi. "Yukishiro, take this boy inside immediately. He doesn't need a case of pneumonia on top of his injuries."
The white haired mafia lord did as I commanded without a word of protest and I was a bit taken aback by his willingness to comply so easily.
"Kaoru, we'll need more bandages, warm water." I then focus on Kenshin. "Ken-san, I'll need my medical bag from the clinic."
"Of course Megumi-dono," Kenshin agreed, barely giving Yukishiro a glance before hurrying after my surgical tools.
37 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
It’s raining very heavily I might add, on one of the very few days that I just had to forget to bring my parasol- figures. Note to self, send a memo to the headmaster and tell him to add a segment on The Laws of Murphy-san that Straight-sensei keeps on talking about. I quickened my steps and I sprinted as fast as I could in this damn kimono. I don’t think I’ve ran this quickly since I had to chase down Hajime-chan one memorable mission in which he had to wear a women’s garb. I must say, from the back he makes quite the elegant figure in pink. I growled inwardly, the damn note have to be important if the old man insisted it should be translated straight away. Spymaster my delicate posterior; glorified messenger/delivery woman is more like it. The teahouse came into view, coming under the shelter of its roof; I gave a sigh of relief. After being greeted politely by the servers (who looked none too pleased that I was dripping on the floor), I was ushered inside. I looked around for the translator, he wasn’t here. It figures, after running across town, getting wet, and thus, highly likely to get sick, the translator isn’t here yet. Oh well, might as well enjoy the tea and dry myself off- somehow.
12 responses · Respond? · · Tell a Friend · link
|
|
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
thegreatmaster
complacent
annoyed
okay
curious
flirty
