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Flight of the Wounded Dove	By : ShaeyaSedjet Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A
Note From Sedjet: Once again, thank you to all my wonderful
reviewers. I know I am not the best with updates, but I am
busy, busy theatre major with final scene work and departmental
auditions coming up in two weeks time. That said, I request
patience from my faithful readers. There is a chance that I
will not be posting for at least two weeks, if not more, so you are
getting two updates this weekend. Happy Thanksgiving! That
said, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Still
don't own them. Although, I fantasize about having a Kenshin of my
very own. It makes me purr.

Flight
of the Wounded Dove

Chapter
5:

Dinner

“I
wish they would hurry,” Sanosuke grumble as he, Yahiko and
Kenshin made their way to Kaoru’s room. “I’m
hungry.”

“You
are always hungry, Sano,” Kenshin pointed out as he rapped
lightly on the polished oak door.

Tae
opened the door, a secret smile adorning her impish features.
She moved aside and waved them into the room.

Kaoru
stood up from the ornately carved vanity table. She
self-consciously smoothed the wrinkles from her exquisite kimono.

Kenshin
smiled proudly, brushing past Tae and crossing the short distance
between himself and the woman he adored. Kenshin had never been
a man who concerned himself with a woman’s outward appearance;
however, he was astounded by the picture that Kaoru created against
the brightness of the room. Her black hair was down and flowing
freely to her waist. She wore a subtle hint of make-up—not
too much, but enough to accentuate her delicate features. Her
eyes had been thinly lined with kohl, and her cheeks were brushed
with a subtle mauve, while her lips had been glossed with a
dusky-rose shade of lip rouge.

Her
deep blue kimono with its yellow obi was a stark contrast to the
eggshell white off the room’s décor. Consequently,
it was a stark contrast to her creamy alabaster complexion. The
color deepened her sapphire eyes to a deep, thoughtful blue.
The kimono was a work of art—Kaoru was a work of art. The
luxurious fabric revealed soft curves that Kenshin had never been
aware of. Most certainly, there was no doubt in his mind that
she was entirely feminine.

Kaoru
watched her warrior’s reaction with a keen interest. She
was pleased by the soft, adoring smile that graced his generous
mouth. It was a smile that, for once, reached his eyes.
It was a lover’s smile.

“You
are lovely, Kaoru,” her murmured softly, “I am flattered
that you done all of this for me.”

She
blushed, ducking her head for a moment, suddenly shy. “I
wanted to catch your attention,” she smiled softly, finally
meeting his gaze. “But in all honesty, it did not start
out that way. I was doing it for me.”

Kenshin’s
proud smile widened, “I am most proud of you, koishii.”

Kaoru
ducked her head again as tears slipped down her cheeks, “Thank
you,” she finally managed in a voice husky with emotion.

“And
you have my undivided attention, koishii,” he murmured as he
raised a hand to trace the soft curve of her cheek.

Kaoru
blushed again. She didn’t know what to make of this new
Kenshin. Perhaps she would have to take long holidays more
often if she could get such ardent and desperate reactions from him.

Yahiko,
whose view had been entirely blocked by the two other adults in the
room, shouldered himself into the room, piping up in that obnoxious
manner of his, “Kenshin! What is the hold up—NANI?!”
The spike-headed youth nearly face-faulted into the floor.
Never in his years at the dojo had he ever seen his sensei look so
much like a woman. The kimonos she usually wore were made of
stiff fabrics that left everything to the imagination. Yahiko
had always assumed that his sensei was flat-chested and had no hips.
He had been fairly certain that only thing holding her usual kimono
to her body was the garment’s stiff obi. But now,
Yahiko’s view of his teacher was forever changed. “Y-you
look like a girl!” Was the only intelligible
sentence he could piece together, pointing at her as if he had
discovered gold.

Sanosuke
had not been able to even put that much together. All he seemed
capable of doing was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of
water. From the looks of things, he was only capable of staring
at Kaoru’s breasts. At Yahiko’s exclamation,
however, he seemed released from his dumbfounded constraints and
finally found his voice, “Yeah…who knew you had curves
like that!”

Tae
chuckled, most pleased with herself, “Do you see? I told
you that you would be stunning.”

Kaoru
blushed redder, if it was possible, at her dearest friends’
praise of her appearance. Kenshin chuckled pulling her into a
hug, “Let us go to dinner, koishii.”

“I
second that motion!” Sanosuke exclaimed.

~*~

Dinner
was a lovely experience for Kaoru. She sat next to Kenshin who
held her hand under the table. It had been so long, but they
were finally making a start with each other. She could scarcely
believe that he was even there. It was like her sweetest dream
come true. And he had missed her enough in her absence that her
friends had conspired to bring them together. Her warrior loved
her. The knowledge made her want to sing.

The
tentative couple stole glances at each during the dinner. Every
so often one would catch the other staring, and they would smile
shyly at each other. Tae smiled triumphantly. She had
done a good thing when she conspired with Sanosuke to get them
together. It was a beautiful sight to see her two dear friends
finally admitting (however cautiously) their feelings for each other.

The
conversation was pleasant. Yahiko told Kaoru about his lessons
with Kenshin. He told her that he was looking forward to her
return to the dojo so he could try out his new moves.

Kaoru
smiled softly at her protégé, “I am glad you have
enjoyed your training with Kenshin.”

“I
would not say that I enjoyed it exactly. He kicked the crap out
of me! He was all broody about you, and it made him all the
more concentrated. I am glad you are coming home with us.
I think I am going to have bruises for years!” He was
quiet for a moment, and then words came rushing like a torrent of
water, “I am sorry, Kaoru! I did not realize that my
words hurt you so much. I never really considered that you
might take me seriously. Gomen nasai!” He finished
with tears in his big puppy dog eyes.

Kaoru’s
gaze was as soft as her voice when she spoke, “Arigato,
Yahiko.” She reached across the table to cuff him on the
chin, “You do not know how much that means to me.”

Yahiko
smiled wetly.

“As
long as Kenshin stops sulking, I am happy,” Sanosuke muttered.
“It is disgusting to see a grown man pine away for a woman.”
Sanosuke instantly became a chibi, flailing his arms about wildly, “I
miss the Kitsune!!!” he wailed.

The
group howled with laughter. Kaoru smiled. Her friends—her
family—were there with her. Any doubt she had
about their feelings for her vanished. They had come all this
way to reunite her with Kenshin. The impact of their actions
hit her with overwhelming force. She took a deep breath,
quelling the wave of emotion that threatened to consume her.
She got to her knees, preparing to get up from the low-seated table.

“Gomen,
minna. It has been an emotional day for me. I believe I
will retire to my room now.” Her eyes began to tear,
“Arigato, minna.”

When
she began to get to her feet, Kenshin was there to help her.
Their eyes met and they smiled shyly.

“I
will walk you back to your room, koishii.”

Kaoru
smiled up into his amethyst eyes, “Arigato, Kenshin.”

To
be continued….

I
know that this chapter is fairly short. But I have my reasons.
Number one being that if I did not end it here, it would have been
obnoxiously long! Like I said in the above note, I am going to
upload the sixth chapter sometime this weekend as well. I hope
you enjoyed the read!
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