La Fleure qui est Belle
La Fleure qui est Belle
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La
Belle
(The
flower that is beautiful...incorrect French, actually.
have yet to think of a better title)
Cat Foxglove
fic was originally posted at ffn,
but I’m going to try it here and see if I can actually get some constructive
criticism as I plan on doing an eventual re-write.
story was formed around a chat that
now turned into an actual story, with her permission of course.
no Miko, who turned one of the chats that she and
I had had well over three years ago, now, into
homosexual relationships.
normal\'>WARNING 2
nothing to do with the RK anime or manga.
characters. The plotline is original and
does not follow that of the anime or manga.
I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the
characters therein. I am making no
profit from writing this piece of work.
Chapter One
bold\'>The dance hall was dark, the scent of perfume
and cigar smoke hanging in the air, creating a cloyingly sweet yet acrid scent
that seemed to blanket the entire space. He was there to look for a girl, of
all things. She had to be cheap, and
would preferably be one who looked desperate enough to let me do what he wanted
with her – namely, not touch her. The hall
is full of men in full dress, and women in not much at
all…as was only to be expected of one of these places.
entertainment, and perhaps to find a man who would hire them for more personal
work. Currently, he was bored, and
leaning against a wall on one side of the dance floor.
girls, but none of them struck him as being right for the job.
bold\'>She couldn’t comprehend what was wrong.
As of late, there had been no one who wished to hire her, and there had
entertainers in the city. It was
troublesome, as she needed money, for this was a city of artifice, and no
flower could survive without the means to keep herself
in the limelight.
bold\'>His eyes fell on her from the other side of the hall.
on difficult times; perhaps she would work for his purposes.
inwardly wincing as she turned to answer his query.
pretty once, however, since her fall from the limelight, everything had gone to
Hell. Ah well, he thought, I can at
least dance with her before gently letting her go.
that she held some potential. She needed
new clothes, makeup…other means of feminine artifice…but she was probably the
least expensive in the hall, and would be more than willing to go with
him. “So, would you be interested in a
job?”
and a fringe of
Inside, she was screaming in jubilation, but she could not show that to
him. “If you would care for me to work…”
bold\'> “You’ll have to clean yourself up
first, of course.” She nodded, murmuring
an apology. “What in the world is there
for me to forgive?” After dancing for a
while longer he directed her towards the door.
“Let’s go discuss the specifics, hmm?”
bold\'>Upon exiting the building, he hailed a carriage to take them back to his
home. Hopefully, Jean would be out, he
thought as they ascended the stairs and unlocked the apartment.
May I offer you something to drink?”
bold\'> “Just water, please.”
vanished through another door. The
apartment was posh, full of paintings, furniture that must have cost a pretty
sum unless it had been handed down through his family, and other items that
signified that he was fairly well-to-do.
It made her wonder why he was in one of the less-than-savory dance
halls, but he had returned before she could ponder and farther, with her water
and a brandy for himself.
bold\'>“My situation is a little complicated, I’m afraid.”
bold\'> “Oh?
her for physical pleasure.
bold\'>“Frankly, I’m not very interested in girls.”
showed no signs of being bothered by this admission.
apartment right now, but I can handle your clothing and things of that
nature…you keep yourself clean and go to balls with me.
bold\'>She nodded, smiling. “I
understand.”
bold\'>“Well then,” he returned the smile, “what’s your name?”
bold\'>“It’s a please to meet you, my dear.
I’m Kenshin Himura.”