Hey everybody.  Thanks to everyone who wrote something; I did some research 
about the money and decided to keep what I've got.  Sorry for no personal 
replies; I'm going to the beach right now. ^_^;  Later all..  ---e

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Let's Get Serious

a Rurouni Kenshin story

by Erin Ellis

Part Two: Everybody's Crazy 'Bout A Pink Dressed Man

      "Kenshin," Kaoru breathed.  Her voice was low, too soft to be heard by 
the pair in the washtub.  She could find no other words to address the 
situation.
      A woman, with long, loose, mahogany hair sat astride Kenshin.  She 
paid no heed to the fact that her kimono was getting wet and soapy (it had 
to have burst open or something for her to be sitting on him like *that*.  
Actually, the falling-on-him-in-the-tub thing was a pretty good idea, Kaoru 
noted, she'd have to try it sometime).  However, there was a reason for her 
(mystery girl's) inattention, as the strange woman was kissing Kenshin full 
on the mouth.
     "Damn!" Yahiko said, walking up behind Kaoru.  "Feeling jealous, huh?"
     Kaoru didn't agree, or rather, she wouldn't (verbally) if she had heard 
him.  She hadn't, as she was busy wondering if they were ever going to break 
that kiss, and why Kenshin had never kissed *her* like that.
     Eventually the kiss finished, the stange woman slowly pulling away, 
Kenshin's lips still in a surprised 'o'.  His eyes were wide and dialated, 
and certainly surprised, if not scared.
     "Himura-sama," the woman drawled seductively.  "I've missed you."
      Yahiko facefaulted.
      Kaoru's voice, which had left her mouth to open and close alone a few 
times, chose this moment to return.
     "KENSHIN~!!!"
      The couple turned, she casually, he startled, a distressed look in his 
eye.
      "Oro?"
      Oro?
      'That little...'  Kaoru scowled, balling her fists, the veins in her 
neck becoming prominent.  'I catch him doing who knows what with who knows 
who, and all he can say is 'oro'?'
      Clenching her bokutou in her left hand, she walked up to the pair in 
the washbucket, fully intending to pound Kenshin, then do... something about 
that woman.
      Said woman gave a calm, cool gaze.  "Ohayou gozaimasu," she commented. 
  "Are you Himura-sama's younger sister?"
      ...  Must.. control... bokken of death...
      "Iie, I'm Kamiya Kaoru, adjutant master of this dojo."  She tried a 
polite smile, realized it wasn't very polite, but continued anyway.
      "A dojo... how quaint," the woman smiled.  "Himemiya Moemi.  Pleased, 
I'm sure."  Somehow, Moemi was able to daintily rise from her perch in the 
washtub to a position in front of Kaoru.  She wore a beautiful kimono, 
burgundy with forest green and gold flowers winding up the seams.  It was 
very classy, especially for someone wet to the knees.  Shaking her head, her 
hair shone full in the morning sunlight.  Large, almond shaped brown eyes 
peered from hooded lids.  Her lips were red and full; pouty, one might say.
      Kaoru immediately felt self conscious of her quick ponytail and worn, 
off-white training gi.  It was a bit discolored-- despite all her-- okay, 
Kenshin's-- hard scrubbing, some stains just wouldn't come out!  Add to that 
the fact that she had neglected to bind her breasts that morning (for 
Kenshin's benefit) and Kaoru was feeling rather unpresentable at present.
      She pulled her gi closer up top, and broke into the closest she could 
muster to a sunny smile while trying not to die of mortification.  A calm 
head would be the best way to deal with this situation.  Now.  What would a 
good hostess do in this situation?
      "We were preparing to sit down to breakfast.  Would you like to join 
us?"
      Moemi paused, expression uncertain through her hooded eyes... was it 
contempt?  "Well, I've already eaten, thanks."
      Drawing from unknown reserves of patience, Kaoru continued.  "Well, 
you must at least allow us to serve you tea."
      Another pause while she looked between Kaoru and Kenshin, still in the 
washtub.  "Hai.  I would love to have tea."
      "Good.  Give me fifteen minutes."  Kaoru turned towards the house.
      "K-Kaoru-dono.  Do you want me t-"
      "You just stay there and finish greeting our guest.  I won't be 
needing *you*."  She flounced off, leaving Kenshin alone, a solemn figure in 
a washbucket.

tbc.

NEXT TIME.
Just who is this Moemi person anyway?  A spurned suitor from years past?  
Kenshin's long lost illegitimate... sister?  A contrived piece of tripe from 
the author?  Find out in Part Three: Hi! My Name Is...

Rurouni Kenshin � Nobuhiro Watsuki / Shueisha � Fuji-TV � Sony Pictures 
(Japan).

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     It will bring out the flavor in him.
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