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La Fleure qui est Belle	By : Raithe Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3302 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The usual warning and
disclaimer applies, see chapter one.

Chapter Eight

For the next
week Kaoru drifted in and out of a state of half-consciousness, surfacing from
the stack of books she�d taken from the library only when she heard people
talking in the hall. When she did see
Kenshin, she�d nod to him in passing, nothing more. The piano was out of tune and she didn�t have
the desire to tune and play it; she didn�t have the will to do much else beside
sit in her room and read, or walk down the road to the vineyard and stroll
through the grapevines, feeling the wind blow through her hair. As far as Kenshin was concerned, she was free
to do what she wanted. He spent the rest
of the month with la Rue, then returned to the manor
to read until it was time for them to leave.

Kaoru was
grateful for the fact that they had two separate cabins on the return trip, and
she had gotten more and more depressed and withdrawn during the rest of their
time in the south of the country. When
they returned to the flat, Kenshin did some paperwork while Kaoru unpacked,
then knocked on her bedroom door.

�Come
in.� Kaoru had her back to him, as she
was sitting at the desk. Opening the
door, he crossed the room and dropped a thick envelope on the desk.

�I�m going
to Rome on business. I leave in a week. This is your stipend, thank you for your
services. I�ll return before fall, and I
expect you to be gone by then. Good
day.� He walked out,
the hells of his shoes clicking on the wooden floors, and sounding like the
beat of a snare drum, heralding her doom.
He was kicking her out, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her first
reaction was shock, which quickly changed to fury. How dare he, after all she�d done! The day after he left, she stormed out of the
flat with her pay, a few dresses, and what was left of her pride. A simple not was pinned to his pillow with a
simple �Goodbye, Mr. Himura. Good luck
with your life.� She placed the money in
a bank and then wandered the city. He
had saved her from having to become a whore, but her next few jobs were
absolutely horrible. The men were boors,
exactly the types she hated. They were
crude, cocky, and generally cruel, and they only wanted her there for what she
could do in bed, not for her company or entertainment skills. Kenshin, meanwhile, had returned to Paris
having made new contacts and signed with several dealers. He was quite pleased, and spent the night
with some friends, only managing to stumble home around three in the morning,
drunk, and fall asleep.

The months
passed, fall becoming winter with a heavy snowfall that blanketed the city in
several feet of white fluff. Christmas
came and went, as did the turning of the new year,
until the icy cold faded, and melted into March. A sunny day found Kaoru leaning against one
of the walls of the Pont Neuf, watching the boats float down the river. The dress she wore covered her neck and arms
all the way to the wrists, as her current employer seemed to take a perverse
pleasure in beating her. It wasn�t enough
that she was severely injured and her job was impeded, but her entire body was
covered with bruises. She also looked
ill�tired, and was, in general, listless.

It was rare
for her to have a day like this where she could be alone to think�and her mind
had drifted to Kenshin of late. She
hadn�t seen him since he�d left the flat, but she read about him�and a few of
his exploits. He was becoming quite a
public figure, and there were photographs of him with several other men, but
never another courtesan, which she found mildly amusing. Kenshin, on the other hand, was enjoying himself,
although he did miss the sound of the piano.
However, he was too caught up in his work to think much about it.

Kaoru
closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the city. It truly was a rare day when she could get
out and walk around on her own. It was
then that Kenshin happened to drive by in a hansom. He ordered the driver to stop, and got out,
crossing the street to where she stood.
�What are you doing here?�

Kaoru,
startled, spun around. �Mr. Himura! I�� she looked away. �I was just thinking.�

Kenshin could bear to ask what was
on his mind, he just couldn�t. �How have
you been?�

�Alright, I
suppose. I�m still a courtesan, if
that�s what you were wondering.�

He
bowed. �Good. It was nice to see you. Good day.�
He walked back to the hansom, got in, and drove off.

�Good day, Mr. Himura.� Kaoru looked back out over the river. There were times when she wished he�d never
let her go.
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