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La Fleure qui est Belle	By : Raithe Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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The usual warning and
disclaimer applies, see chapter one.

Chapter Six

Kenshin was standing by the
fireplace a few days later, when Jean returned; he both looked and felt a
little too calm. The atmosphere in the
flat was also calm�to the point where it made Kaoru nervous; deadly silence was
not something she�d want to encounter on a daily basis. So, she was in her room, having read that
article in the paper after Kenshin had discarded it to lapse into a funk, where
he glowered at the wall and snapped at the maids. From his eyes, it was probably that he would
kill Jean upon his return. Kaoru didn�t
want to be around when the fireworks started, if they did, and Jean was due
home any moment�

�Darling,� speak not of the devil,
Kaoru thought. �I�m home!�

Kenshin merely prodded the logs on
the fire with the poker. �So I see.�

�You aren�t even looking,
love!� Jean leaned against the doorway,
smiling.

�How was your trip?�

�Horrid.�

There was a long silence before
Kenshin answered, his voice far too quiet.
The calm sent up every red flag in Jean�s mind. He knows something, he thought.

�Was it truly? And how did Madame Olivier enjoy herself?�

Jean blanched. �Wh�what are you talking about?�

Kenshin turned, poker still in hand,
looking for all the world like a madman hell-bent on destruction. �Did you enjoy having her in the hotel room I
financed for you?�

Shit, shit, shit, was all that ran
through Jean�s head. How had Kenshin
found out about that? �Well�I don�t
remember having anyone in the room with me��

�How very unfortunate.� Kenshin took a few, menacing steps across the
library towards the taller man. �I do
hope she enjoyed herself. I hope you did
as well. I hope it was magnificent.�

�Love, why are you talking like
this?�

Kenshin�s voice dropped even
farther, becoming cold. �I hope it was
worth losing me.� He held up the poker, pointing at Jean like an ember-coated
rapier. �You see, I wanted very much to
beat you within an inch of your life once you returned. You are fortunate, extremely fortunate, that Kaoru has a more level head than I do,
although I�m fairly certain that, if it weren�t for my sake, she would kill you
without a second thought. I�ll leave it
at this: there is nothing in this flat that I have not purchased for you, so
you�ll take nothing with you.
Leave. Now. If I ever see you here again, I will kill you.�

Jean edged out of the parlor, eyes
wide. He was gone in ten minutes, and
Kenshin went to get a bottle our of the liquor cabinet, found a glass, and went
to his room where he lay down and proceeded to drink himself into
oblivion. Kaoru�s thought were
dark. Jean truly was far more lucky than
he realized.

The next morning, Kaoru knocked on
Kenshin�s door with a tray that held his breakfast. He groaned, the knock setting his ear
ringing, and his head aching. That was
you get for drinking so much, she thought as she opened the door. Kenshin had a pillow over his head, the
hangover wreaking havoc on his senses.
Over the few weeks that she�d been here, she and Kenshin had come to be
on rather good terms, to the point where she could tease him and he didn�t
mind�as long as she didn�t do it too often.
Upon seeing Kenshin, she smiled, and set the try on the side table
before sitting on the edge of the bed.
Kenshin lifted one corner of the pillow to look at her blearily. �If you�re come to try to cheer me up, it
won�t work,� and he went back into hiding, causing Kaoru to laugh quietly.

�Not unless you wish for me to
try. I did, however, bring some tea and
a scone.�

Kenshin made a face, even though she
couldn�t see it. �The tea you can
leave. The scone you can throw our the
window.�

At that she chuckled, and rolled her
eyes. �All right, Mr. Bear.�

�Hmph.� Kaoru grinned, and lightly
whacked the pillow over his head with another before standing and leaving to a
muffled curse, even if it did sound good-natured. Kenshin watched her leave from a tiny
peephole he�d created between the pillow and the sheets, bemused. She was a strange creature. He sat up and drank the tea when she was
gone, and promptly fell asleep yet again, to be woken much later in the evening
by a resounding chord struck on the piano.
Sighing, he figured that it was time to get up, and forced himself to
actually get out of bed, bathe, and dress before going to ring for dinner,
feeling empty. Over the next few days,
not much happened that could possibly make Kenshin�s spirits lift. He took Kaoru to dinner and went to work, but
the atmosphere in the flat was heavy, and he was constantly brooding. There were a few nights where he drank
himself into a stupor time and time again, and missed work. Kaoru was more than ready to throttle Jean if
she ever saw him again, and Kenshin had better hope that someone could restrain
her if she did.

One morning, a couple of weeks after
Jean has left, she woke up with a splitting headache, and just let out a
miserable moan. Kenshin, passing by the
room at that time, had a servant get some medicine, and took it to her, finding
her leaning against the wall, a hand over her eyes. He sat beside her for a moment.

�Do you think you can get this
down? I�m sorry I�ve not been good
company recently.�

�It�s alright, you�ve had good
reasons.� She took the medicine, grimacing at the bitter taste, and closed her
eyes.

�Why do you think he did it?�

�I think he�d been leading you on
the entire time. That woman seemed
awfully wealthy. Honestly, I think he
just wanted your money.�

�That hurts even more. It means he lied to me from the beginning.�

She nodded, reaching out to take his
hand. �I wish I knew what to say�or
something to make you feel better��

He shook his head. �I am surrounded by people who are with me
only because I have money.�

�That�s because many people are
selfish by nature. There aren�t many who
can see past wealth and power. And those
who can are the ones who are repressed by those who have been blinded.�

Kenshin stood, gently disengaging
his hand from hers. �I�ll let you
rest.� He was pondering what she�d said,
and wondering if she was one of the blind or those who could see, and which he
himself was. He closed the door as she
lay down again, and went into the library to read. Kaoru, meanwhile, fell into a troubled
sleep. Much would be changing in both of
their lives in the next few months.
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