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Do you love me?

By YamiLisa

disclaimer: The Kenshin characters belong to Nobuhiro
Watsuki/Shueisha/Sony Entertainment. Not to me, unfortunately. God knows what I
would do with them if they did.

Summary: Have you ever loved a boy so much you would
allow him to sleep with another girl? Tsubame has to go trough it. This is a
story about a love that goes deeper than just loving each other, and the pain
of missing someone because of some stupid freak of nature.

Genre: Fantasy/Romance

Rating: NC-17 for future lemons and blood

Warnings: Lemons, AU, OOC, major sappiness sometimes,
deathfic, OC. Think that�s about it.

Authors note: This fanfic is kinda out of character,
like I said. Yahiko is Kenshin and Kaoru's son. Yeah well, couldn't make it
reversed, right? But it's a fanfic, everything is possible. You thought Tsubame
was a shy little girl? Well, so far for that reputation. And Yahiko being a
macho? Not when it comes to spoiling his girl. They're both 18 years old now,
and if you can't picture them as adults, and in atioations adults would be in
(if you know what I mean, and don't act too innocent, I know you do) then don't
read it. But if you're in the mood for some good lemons, then I'd say What are
you waiting for?! So in the beginning it's rather a love story between Yahiko
and Tsubame. As for Kenshin, have patience, he will appear in it. And when he
does, yep, there also lemon all over it. I couldn't use the
Rurouni/Battousai-schizophrenia, though, and I think ths ras rather a pity. But
otherwise it wouldn't have made any sense at all, because he doesn�t have the
same past as in the series. But I did change the colour of his eyes evnow now
and then, just to indicate his anger. At the time I wrote this, I wasn�t very
keen about happy endings either. Living happily ever after and mushy stuff like
that. Too predictable. So how will it end? Who�s gonna die, how will they die?
I already know, but you'll just have to read the story. For the fans of Sano, I
have to disappoint them. He doesn't have any part in this. Sorry. But read the
story anyway. It's really cute. I also have invented some characters myself.
You'll see.

Prologue

The bucket of water in her hand felt more like a
bucket of lead she was carrying with her. Every morning it was like that.
Getting up early to feed the animals. Milking the cows, letting them out to the
grazing, cleaning the stables and much more, it was a daily routine for her and
her husband. But this morning it seemed her as if Kami-sama up in heaven had
decided to make her his personal toy for today. Like yesterday wasn't bad
enough already. She, a young woman of 23 years old, longing for a child, was
told yesterday that she was infertile. And she still could hear her husband's
reaction on it vividly.

"Well, I�ve always said life is a joke. Never
knew it could be so twisted."

And her reaction? Well, the news had reached her ears,
but it had only sunk into her brains when she lay in her bed. The time between that,
she had just been staring, not saying a single word. She hadn't eaten, had left
work for what it was, and at night her husband almost had to carry her to
be
bedroom. Only when he gave her a few loving kisses in her neck and on her
shoulder, she felt tears trickling out of her eyes. All those times they had
tried. Every morning after that hoping she would feel a little sick. Every
month hoping that her periods would stay out. All the stress, all the false
hope. It kept on roaming around in her head for a whole night. She hadn't slept
a wink, and that took his toll now.

The neighing of an inexorable horse interrupted her
brooding. Life went on, the animals still hadn't got their water.

"Yeah, I know. You're thirsty," she sighed
exasperated. She felt an upcoming urge to throw the bucket on the ground, but
she knew she would only fool herself with that. Then she'd have to drag all the
way bao tho the well, hoist up another heavy bucket. It would only be a loss of
time.

With tears in her eyes she poured out the water for
the horse, but already for about the third time this morning, half of it was
spilled on the hay. More than that she couldn't bear. In utter powerlessness
she let herself fall to her knees and covered her eyes with her hands. The
already wet hay around her was wet some more by her many big tears her hands
couldn't stop from falling. It was a complete mess inside her head. She didn't
want to hear all those thirsty and hungry animals. She didn't want to get
upright and milk the cows, didn't want to hear the ghost-like crying of a
little baby reverberating in her head.

There, my mind is playing tricks on me. I'm going
crazy. Now I can already hear a baby crying while there isn't any, she
thought.

She shook her head to banish that horrible sound, but did didn't work. She kept on hearing those desperate cries. It just wouldn't go
away.

No, this isn't real! I must be imagining this! This
must be a dream, must be!

Disbelief filled her, and after a smack on her cheek to
make sure she was awake, she had to conclude that it *was* real. In fact, it
was ng fng from one of the haystacks in the middle of the stable.

With a racing heart in her chest she got to her feet
and grabbed a ladder, following the sound with blind incredulity. Almost on the
border of clumsiness, she climbed on the ladder, the screams getting louder
with every step she took. When she came at the top of the ladder, she could see
that the hay was moving, and underneath it she could discover a little bunch of
pink flesh squirming, wrapped in a soft blanket. The cries of the tiny human
were drowned out by her own cry of surprise and happiness as she saw it, and
almost she fell down. With utmost care she took it in her arms, as sas she
wanted to descent, she thought she could still see movement, although she
didn't hear much more than some rustling. Could it be there still was another
one? It was possible, right? A twin. She was about to take a closer look, but
as she did so, all of a sudden a cat jumped before her eyes. She was startled
and for a split second her grip around the baby loosened a bit.

"Dammit, you stupid cat! Do you really have to
scare me like that?!" she scolded at the animal. She looked back to the
spot where the hay had moved for a moment. It was gone. She shrugged and went
back down the ladder. "Must've been that cat," she mumbled.

But how happy she was to hold that little angel in her
arms, for an angel it certainly was. A gift from God, less than that she
couldn't call it. She just couldn't wait to show it at her husband. The animals
had to wait for now. For crying out loud, she had found an abandoned child.
Could there be something more important than that? No, I thought not.

And at that very moment, this place was no longer a
stable, but a little piece of heaven.

~*~

With a loud smack the door shoved open, a heavy
breathing woman with a baby in her arms standing behind it. Her eyes were
scanning the room for her husband, but he wasn't there.

"Honey?! Darling?! Where are you?!" she
hollered, pacing towards the door at the other side of the chamber. "I've
gotta show you something!" The door jerked open, but she couldn't say for
sure if it was her hand of the one from her husband which had caused that, for
he was right behind it.

"What's the matter, love?" he asked
bewildered. "What do you have over there?" His curious eyes were
fixed on the little pack in her arms.

"Look!" With her two hands she held the
child in front of his face. He almost fell flat on his bum from surprise when
he saw it.

"My goodness, koishii! That's... that's
a..."

"I know! It's an abandoned child!" she cried
excited. "I've found it under the hay in the horse stable!"

Slowly he prowled around the baby with an admiring
loo his his eyes, as if he wanted to absorb every fibre of it. "I must
say, it really is a wonderful kid. Especially his eyes. Do you see that,
darling? They're brown, but with a red gloss in them," he almost
whispered. "But... his ears. He sure does have weird ears. They're
pointed."

The woman took a swift look at them. "What do you
want me to do then? Lay him back just because his ears are a little pointed? As
for the rest, he looks normal to me."

Her husband gave her a little smile. "You're
right. Now, let's take him to the police."

Dread instantly sprungo heo her eyes and she pressed
the little boy close to her chest again. "To the police? Why?" she
asked, her voice bereft of the merriment she felt only a few moments ago.

"Honey, if we don't go to the police, then he
will be illegitimate. We have to go and register him."

"But then they will take him away from me,"
she panicked. "I wanna keep him." The fear of losing her little
treasure made her squeeze her arms so tightly around the boy that it started
crying again.

"Hush, be gentle lovuot;uot; he said, softly tugging
at her arms. "They will keep in mind that we can't have any children of
our own. They're no brutes, you know."

That, and his arm around her shoulder soothed her
rattled nerves a bit, and a glimpse of what could've been a smile crossed her
lips as she looked from her husband back to the baby. &;Alr;Alright then. If
you say so," she sighed.

"Which reminds me," he said suddenly.
"The neighbour came by just now. His wife has delivered a baby as
well."

"Oh!" his wife exclaimed in surprise, snatching
her head back to him. "Really? I'm so happy for her! How is she doing? Is
it a boy or a girl? How will they call it?" she rattled.

For a moment he was glad that she didn't look him in
the eyes anymore, so she couldn't see the pain in them. He was about to tell
her that she shouldn't hope too much, but then changed his mind again. For now
she was happy, and he could only pray to the Lord in heaven that he would be
kind enough to let them have the child.

"That's something we'll have to think about,
ne?" he said.

"Yes, it is," she responded dreamily,
already considering which name would be the best. Contented she looked down to
the boy in her arms. He was reaching out his right hand, making his little
finger twirl around in the air. It made the woman chuckle, but all of a sudden
she noticed something, and her husband as well.

"Honey, what is he doing?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, but it looks like..."

His finger wasn't twirling around randomly. It had
some kind of pattern in it. He was forming letters in the air. A Y, an A, an H,
an I, a K, and an O, over and over again.

"He's spelling out his name?" she whispered
unbelievingly.

The man arched an eyebrow and rubbed his forehead with
his hand. "Honey, where did you find that baby again?" he asked.

"He's spelling out his name! Yahiko is his
name!" she cried. "We will call him Yahiko, right darling?"

"Yes, Yahiko is fine, but how...?" he asked
stupefied.

The woman didn't pay any further attention to it, but
kept on whispering his name, and that only made the baby smile his brightest
smile possible.

"Yahiko, my little prince..."

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