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Flight of the Wounded Dove	By : ShaeyaSedjet Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note From Sedjet: Hey, kids! Betcha didn’t
think I would update so soon. Didja? Didja?! Ha!
I surprised you. To tell you the truth, I have severe writer’s
block. I had everything until the previous chapter already
written. Now, I’m just stuck. I don’t know
where to go. So, this chapter is a test run. I want some
serious feedback for it. Please tell me what you think. I
need suggestions, because I am totally tapped for ideas at this
point.

Disclaimer: Nope.
Still not mine.

Flight
of the Wounded Dove:

Chapter
Seven

Aftermath

Kenshin
opened his door and escaped into the sanctuary of the western-style
bedroom. He had almost given up total control (of his own
volition) to the Battousai, and it frightened him. He did not
know if a second intimate encounter with Kaoru would be possible
without him willingly surrendering all control to the Battousai.
He wanted to be a gentleman. He did not want to dishonour Kaoru
before he had the chance to make her his wife. He did not want
her to have any regrets if she decided he was not what she wanted
after all. He would hate himself forever if he spoiled her
chances for a happy life—even if it would turn out that she
chose someone else.

Besides,
the Battousai added, she is nowhere near being ready for anything
I have planned to do to her. Was the Battousai pouting
again? I don’t pout, he growled, I brood,
he pouted. But how could you resist doing things like this
with that amazing woman? And she is just a closed door away…

Kenshin
restrained himself from clutching at his head like a mad man.
However, the lewd images being forced upon him by Battousai were
enough to make any man past adolescence go mad with want.
Kenshin whimpered, trying to force away the images of a gloriously
naked Kaoru with blissful ecstasy softening her delicate features.

Kenshin
made up his mind then and there that he could never be alone with
Kaoru again. He would have to make sure they were around other
people at all times.

As
much as I am loathe to admit it, that is probably the wisest course
of action, the Battousai conceded. The rurouni was still
out cold and had been gagged and bound and thrown deep into the
closeted recesses of Kenshin’s mind. Kenshin was on his
own.

~*~

Kaoru
woke in the night with a start. She wondered if her wonderful
day had merely been a cruel dream. She sat in bed, chewing on
her lip and debating whether or not she should get out of bed and
possibly make a fool of herself by knocking on Kenshin’s door.
After a moment of deliberation, she decided that knowing was far
better than not knowing, and so, got up and left her room. She
stood a the threshold of her room for a moment, deciding which room
was Kenshin’s, seeing that he neglected to tell her which room
he was staying with. All he had said was that he was next door
to her. She took a deep breath and decided that his room was
the one to the right of her own. She reasoned that his
protective arm—his sword arm—was the right, so it must be
that his room was on the right. In any case, it was a
fifty/fifty chance. That being decided, she took a deep breath
and prepared herself to knock on the door.

If
he’s there, it means it wasn’t just a dream. It
means that he does love me, she assured herself.

She
walked over to the room to the left of hers and hesitated in front of
the door for a moment, before raising her hand to knock. She
took a moment to collect herself and took a deep, steadying breath.
Then, she raised her hand and knocked softly, waiting for a
response. When she received none, she knocked again, a bit
louder. Still no answer.

“Kenshin?”
she querried softly to the unopened door. “Kenshin, are
you in there?”   Still, she received no answer.

Panic
began to take over her, and she backed away from the, horrified.
How could she have created such a wonderful dream world just to wake
up and discover the tragedy of its falseness?! She lowered her
head and a choked sob burst from her throat. She sank to her
knees, using the wall as her support. She had finally lost her
mind. She had created the perfect reality in which her beloved
Rurouni had revealed his feelings for her, and now she had to face
the truth. He had never been there. It had all been
wishful dreaming.

“Kaoru?!”
A frantic voice filtered through her despairing thoughts.

She
looked up, and there he was, bare-chested, with his sword drawn.
He took in her disheveled state. He also noted the thinness of
her yukata and the chill of the hallway. He crossed the
distance between them in a few rushed strides and sank to his knees
beside her. “What is wrong, koishii?” he soothed,
brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

She
clutched desperately at him, “I knocked, and you weren’t
there. I thought you were a dream,” she whispered
hoarsely.

Kenshin’s
arms went around her instinctively, hugging her to him, “Please
do not cry, Kaoru. I am here. You just knocked on the
wrong door. It is my fault for not being specific about which
room I was staying in. None of what happened today was a dream,
koishii. I am here, and I am very real. Do not doubt it.”
He kissed the top of her head.

She
nodded against his chest, sniffling.

“Now,
you need to get back to bed. You need your rest.”
He caressed her hair, “Rest, and I will bring you breakfast in
the morning. How does that sound?”

She
nodded vaguely, and he frowned worriedly, “I will put you to
bed.” He lifted her into his arms and carefully rose from
his seated position. Thankfully, her door was slightly ajar,
and he was able to shoulder it open. He carried her to the
large, western style bed and deposited her gently amid the rumpled
linens. He tucked the sheets and the fluffy comforter in around
her and smoothed back her hair. “Sleep now, koishii, and
I will return in the morning.” He bent to kiss her
forehead, “Oyasumi.”

She
yawned, snuggling into her little nest of blankets, “Oyasumi,
Kenshin,” she murmured as her eyes drifted shut.

~*~

When
Kaoru woke the next morning, it was because a calloused hand was
tracing the features of her face. She blinked her eyes a few
times, trying to get the world into focus. When her eyes
finally decided to focus, she found herself gazing into a pair of
amethyst eyes that were gazing back at her, offering all the love he
had to give her.

“Good
morning, koishii,” he whispered lovingly.

“Good
morning. Why are you whispering? I am already awake,”
she whispered back.

“I
did not want to break the spell.”

“What
spell?”

“The
spell I am under. The one you, yourself cast upon me.”

She
smiled softly, a bit shyly. “I like this new Kenshin.
I like it when you pay me complements.” She sat up and
her yukata slipped off one pale, slim shoulder. Kenshin’s
gaze went from loving to burning with desire in one instant. He
closed his eyes, fighting for control. He took a deep breath,
opened his eyes and reached over to drape the fabric back over her
slim shoulder. It took every ounce of control he had not to rip
the thin garment from her body and ravish her then and there.

He
cleared his throat, “I brought you breakfast, as I promised.”
He turned and reached for a bowl from the tray he had brought with
him and handed it to her.

She
smiled like the sun rising, “Thank you, Kenshin,” she
murmured, accepting the bowl of miso gratefully.

Kenshin
reached for his own bowl and moved to the chair beside Kaoru’s
bed. The couple ate in companionable silence, and Kaoru never
took her gaze away from watching Kenshin. She watched him eat
with wistful smile on her face. She wondered what it would be
like if they could be like this every morning—no one else.
Just the two of them breaking fast together. Perhaps they would
have breakfast in bed. It was incredibly intimate, and the
thought made her blush. She scolded her self for getting way
ahead of the situation. With her luck, Kenshin would never even
propose marriage to her. He could be so weak-willed when it
came to admitting his feelings. He had always felt unworthy of
her somehow. But he had been behaving very differently since
Kaoru had left. He had been overly generous with complements,
not that she minded at all. He was trying so hard to make up
for making her feel bad, and the thought warmed Kaoru.

“A
penny for your thoughts, koishii?” her battle-scarred warrior’s
soft voice penetrated her musings.

She
looked up at him and smiled into his eyes, “I was thinking
about how different you have been since you have been here. You
have been so wonderful. I was thinking that I want it to always
be this way between us. I do not want to go back to the polite
tip-toeing around our feelings. I was thinking how nice it
would be to have breakfast together like this every morning.”

He
moved to sit next to her on the bed, “Kaoru—“

“I
know. You do not have to tell me that it is inappropriate for
us to be alone like this. Frankly, I do not give one good
goddamn. We never spend any time together without the
free-loader or Megumi or Sano or some crazy enemy dropping in on us.
I want to be alone with you. I like knowing that you are
as vulnerable around me as I am around you. I like just being
able to look at you and talk to you. It makes me feel like we
are the only two people in the world and that nothing else matters.”
She paused for a moment, “Aishiteru.” She looked
down at her hands, “I am so afraid that this is going to end
once we all return to Tokyo.” She returned her gaze from
her hands to his face, “I want it to be like this forever, this
newness. I do not want you to go back to being the rurouni.
He is so spineless, and I get so frustrated—“ her tirade
was halted by the warm press of his fingers against her lips.

“I
do not want things to go back to what they were before. When I
saw you here for the first time, I knew that I had been given a
chance to make things right between us. I decided that it was
time to stop hiding my feelings if it was causing you pain, and I
decided that it was time to be completely honest with you. I
can be very thoughtless, but I will try to be conscious of your
feelings always. I do not ever want you to doubt that I love
you will all of my heart.” He lowered his gaze. He
could not look at her for what he had to say next, “But I want
what is best for you. So, if you think that being with me is
what is best, then I will accept your judgment. I want you to
be able to go on with your life with no regrets.”

“Look
at me,” she whispered, “Have I ever let any man see me in
my yukata without throttling him?” She smiled, and her
smile was infectious.

Kenshin
chuckled and leaned in to kiss her softly, “I also made another
promise—one which I broke this morning,” he smiled.

“And
what was that?” she prompted.

“I
promised myself that I would not be alone with you until you were
absolutely sure I am what you want,” he smiled at her
sheepishly.

“Baka,”
she scolded softly, “How could you doubt for a moment that I
would want anyone but you?”

“You
are young. As I said before, I thought you might have regrets.
I have a very bloody past, and I do not want to taint you with that.
You will always be in danger. Is that the kind of life you
want?”

“It
is the kind of life I have been living every day since I met you,
have you heard me complaining about it? I am just as much in
danger whether we are together or not. Everyone else caught on
to your feelings long before either of us did,” she smiled
ruefully. “I am not afraid of what is to come if we are
together. I am more afraid of what will happen if we are not
together.”

He
smiled and leaned his forehead against hers, “I am so glad to
hear you say that, koishii.” He took a steadying breath.
“Knowing that you feel that way, I have a question that has
been burning in my mind for some time now.” She just
stared at him expectantly. “You are not going to make
this easy on me, are you?” When she just stared at him
quizzically, he sighed.   “Will you be my wife,
Kaoru?”

Kaoru’s
mouth dropped to the comforter. Her mind had been racing around
the many things it could be that he would ask, the very last of which
was a proposal. She tried for a full thirty seconds to
articulate any coherent thought, but it was not possible.
Kenshin watched her go through shock, disbelief and finally, joy.
It was an overwhelming joy that filled him as well, for from her
reaction, he determined that her answer was yes.

“I
think I will take that as a yes?” he ventured and smiled when
she nodded emphatically. “Are you sure, koishii?”

She
nodded emphatically, “Baka!” She nearly tackled
him, and they fell backwards onto the bed. He rolled her onto
her side and held her. For long moments, they did not speak.
They just lay there, each enjoying the feeling of knowing they would
soon belong to each other forever.

Finally,
Kenshin broke the silence, “We will need to choose a ring.”

“I
do not care about a ring, Kenshin. As long as I have you, I
have all that I need.”

His
only response was to hold her tightly, thanking the gods that he had
not ruined things between them.

~*~

TBC...

Author’s
Note: Ok. So, I really hate this chapter.
Personally, I think it sucks. If anyone has any ideas, DEAR
GODS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! There has to be a better way!
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