Regardless of what had been said, Kaoru could only move forwards. So she did.
Walking down the street she could only watch and stare at the rubble around her with furrowed brows. "So many homes ruined..." She murmured quietly to herself, hands folded in her kimono.
Her face for the most part had healed, a purpling bruise on her left cheek, nothing but a dark red line near her temple that was already beginning to fade. Wounds like that could always heal.
But wounds caused from the sobs of a little girl were a different matter entirely. Wounds caused by words that may or may not be necessarily true-that held consequences that could not be fathomed--especially not to the one in question..those were different.
It was getting late, and Rangiku was probably out drunk as usual, so it would be her and Yachiru in charge of making dinner. She hadn't..really seen Kenshin since the broadcast. Too much uncertainty.
But now---
Her head lifted at the sound of steel hitting something hard; the sound of something heavy falling.
Standing in the street, under the lamp-post Kaoru could all too easily notice who it was. The 'oro' the red hair. Almost unbidden, she began to smile, her eyes crinkling a little as she stood under that lamplight; shaking her head in faint exasperation.
"..Kenshin?" She called simply, not moving too close to him, simply staying where she was. Kaoru knew..somehow, that he did know. Maybe that was what kept her from making those few steps to his side..either way, she stood, offering a gentle smile.
"I don't think they're going to appreciate you wrecking what's already damaged, you know. This isn't my dojo wall, after all." It's light and teasing and there isn't any fear in her posture. She's holding it together.
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Walking down the street she could only watch and stare at the rubble around her with furrowed brows. "So many homes ruined..." She murmured quietly to herself, hands folded in her kimono.
Her face for the most part had healed, a purpling bruise on her left cheek, nothing but a dark red line near her temple that was already beginning to fade. Wounds like that could always heal.
But wounds caused from the sobs of a little girl were a different matter entirely. Wounds caused by words that may or may not be necessarily true-that held consequences that could not be fathomed--especially not to the one in question..those were different.
It was getting late, and Rangiku was probably out drunk as usual, so it would be her and Yachiru in charge of making dinner. She hadn't..really seen Kenshin since the broadcast. Too much uncertainty.
But now---
Her head lifted at the sound of steel hitting something hard; the sound of something heavy falling.
Standing in the street, under the lamp-post Kaoru could all too easily notice who it was. The 'oro' the red hair. Almost unbidden, she began to smile, her eyes crinkling a little as she stood under that lamplight; shaking her head in faint exasperation.
"..Kenshin?" She called simply, not moving too close to him, simply staying where she was. Kaoru knew..somehow, that he did know. Maybe that was what kept her from making those few steps to his side..either way, she stood, offering a gentle smile.
"I don't think they're going to appreciate you wrecking what's already damaged, you know. This isn't my dojo wall, after all." It's light and teasing and there isn't any fear in her posture. She's holding it together.
Because she can't die.
That's all there is to it.