La Fleure qui est Belle | By : Raithe Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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La Fleure Qui Est
Belle
(The
flower that is beautiful...incorrect French, actually. But I
have yet to think of a better title)
Cat Foxglove
This
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.
This
story was formed around a chat that Clarus and I had quite some time ago, and which I have
now turned into an actual story, with her permission of course. I got the idea from Shini
no Miko, who turned one of the chats that she and
I had had well over three years ago, now, into Ochiru.
WARNING: Do not read any farther if you disapprove of
homosexual relationships.
WARNING 2: This story is AU, and, in being so, has
nothing to do with the RK anime or manga. I do not intend to bring in any of the other
characters. The plotline is original and
does not follow that of the anime or manga.
Disclaimer:
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
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. After all, the women were here to be
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. He’d danced a few times, with different
girls, but none of them struck him as being right for the job.
She couldn’t comprehend what was wrong.
As of late, there had been no one who wished to hire her, and there had a been a period where she had been one of the most popular
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.
His eyes fell on her from the other side of the hall. Judging by her state of dress, she’d fallen
on difficult times; perhaps she would work for his purposes. He crossed the hall to speak with her,
inwardly wincing as she turned to answer his query. “Excuse me, would you like to dance?” It was painfully obvious that she had been
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. However, as they were dancing, he realized
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?”
Her eyes widened, deep blue against pale skin
and a fringe of midnight across her forehead.
Inside, she was screaming in jubilation, but she could not show that to
him. “If you would care for me to work…”
“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?”
“Of course.”
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. “Ah, Jean is out for the moment. Have a seat.
May I offer you something to drink?”
“Just water, please.” Her gaze wandered around the room as he
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.
“My situation is a little complicated, I’m afraid.”
“Oh? Might I ask how?” She was genuinely curious now. From the tone of his voice, he had not hired
her for physical pleasure.
“Frankly, I’m not very interested in girls.” He was slightly surprised when her expression
showed no signs of being bothered by this admission. “So, it’s the usual deal. I’m afraid I can’t afford to put you up in an
apartment right now, but I can handle your clothing and things of that
nature…you keep yourself clean and go to balls with me. And, that’s the deal.”
She nodded, smiling. “I
understand.”
“Well then,” he returned the smile, “what’s your name?”
“Kaoru. Kaoru Kamiya.”
“It’s a please to meet you, my dear.
I’m Kenshin Himura.”
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