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soul_logs2012-02-04 04:21 pm
ryuuhirameki) wrote in soul_logs2012-02-04 04:21 pm
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Characters: Kenshin Himura and Death City
Location: preeeetty much anywhere
Rating: PG/PG-13—I never know how to rate
Time: January 22nd, evening/nighttime
Description: In which Kenshin has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and whacks at collapsing structures (when he's not looking for people who might still need help from the earthquake). We are not responsible for anything that falls on you. Maybe.
A man who wasn't used to walking through life with as much weighing on his soul as Kenshin was might have gone crazy from the sheer amount that was dumped on him in the space of a day. He was struggling enough as it was: with the pain he knew Tomoe was in that he couldn't help, the earthquake that had damaged the entire city, and now the news from Saitou that Kaoru may or may not be dead in Japan—
Had Kenshin not had Kaoru's voice running through his head ("Kenshin Himura's life is not meant for atonement alone"), if he hadn't stood after the kishin attack on Tomoe with the determination to go through life protecting those before him, if there hadn't been people out in the city at that moment who might need his help—well, the chance he'd be on his feet at all if not for these things was slim. And he was still not fully himself; he was quieter than usual, his face more drawn, his attention less in tune with his surroundings.
It didn't matter whether Kaoru's death in Japan was faked or not. He'd clearly not been around to protect her to know the difference one way or another—but why? Kenshin gripped the hilt of his sakabatou, knuckles white. Who was out to kill her? What did he want from Kenshin? Saitou had mentioned an enemy in Kyoto and a criminal organization from Shanghai, but that created more questions than answered them.
He turned suddenly, whipping his sword from his sheath, smashing it into the brick side of a partially-collapsed building next to him. Once he'd been able to cleave completely through a concrete lamppost, might have left sizable damage to the wall; now the best he could do was leave a crack. If he couldn't protect Kaoru with his full strength in Japan, how could he do so without it in Death City? Kenshin made a noise of frustration, pulled his sakabatou from the wall and glared at it.
He'd forgotten that the building would be less stable as it was.
There was a moment's warning rumble, then Kenshin backpedalled just in time to see the mortar around the area he'd hit crumble and a section of the brick collapse further.
Oops. "Oro......."
[ooc: feel free to tag in prose or action! I just felt like tl;dr-ing the setup, but prose tags unnecessary from here on out o7]
Location: preeeetty much anywhere
Rating: PG/PG-13—I never know how to rate
Time: January 22nd, evening/nighttime
Description: In which Kenshin has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and whacks at collapsing structures (when he's not looking for people who might still need help from the earthquake). We are not responsible for anything that falls on you. Maybe.
A man who wasn't used to walking through life with as much weighing on his soul as Kenshin was might have gone crazy from the sheer amount that was dumped on him in the space of a day. He was struggling enough as it was: with the pain he knew Tomoe was in that he couldn't help, the earthquake that had damaged the entire city, and now the news from Saitou that Kaoru may or may not be dead in Japan—
Had Kenshin not had Kaoru's voice running through his head ("Kenshin Himura's life is not meant for atonement alone"), if he hadn't stood after the kishin attack on Tomoe with the determination to go through life protecting those before him, if there hadn't been people out in the city at that moment who might need his help—well, the chance he'd be on his feet at all if not for these things was slim. And he was still not fully himself; he was quieter than usual, his face more drawn, his attention less in tune with his surroundings.
It didn't matter whether Kaoru's death in Japan was faked or not. He'd clearly not been around to protect her to know the difference one way or another—but why? Kenshin gripped the hilt of his sakabatou, knuckles white. Who was out to kill her? What did he want from Kenshin? Saitou had mentioned an enemy in Kyoto and a criminal organization from Shanghai, but that created more questions than answered them.
He turned suddenly, whipping his sword from his sheath, smashing it into the brick side of a partially-collapsed building next to him. Once he'd been able to cleave completely through a concrete lamppost, might have left sizable damage to the wall; now the best he could do was leave a crack. If he couldn't protect Kaoru with his full strength in Japan, how could he do so without it in Death City? Kenshin made a noise of frustration, pulled his sakabatou from the wall and glared at it.
He'd forgotten that the building would be less stable as it was.
There was a moment's warning rumble, then Kenshin backpedalled just in time to see the mortar around the area he'd hit crumble and a section of the brick collapse further.
Oops. "Oro......."
[ooc: feel free to tag in prose or action! I just felt like tl;dr-ing the setup, but prose tags unnecessary from here on out o7]
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And then he was kissing her again, hands clenched in her kimono so tightly that they had turned white with the amount of control he had to hold on himself. Brought out of his panic, he was now aware they stood on a street corner, that this was not the place for such things; but after only the briefest of moments, when he brought his hands up to her face once more, he asked, "Stay with this one again tonight."
He needed her. It was his turn to be protected from nightmares—and it was his answer to her question.
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Her heart stopped beating for a split second as she felt a warm feeling pool and begin in her stomach--spreading out. This feeling--it was new and strange and--
--she kissed back, her hands going to his back, wherever she could find a place to latch on.
Stay with this one again.
Somehow--this time it sounded different than before.
Kaoru's eyes lifted to his face, her cheeks going bright pink as she trustingly held her face in his hands.
"...I will." Her heart was racing in her chest but she could not bring herself away from him--couldn't take a step of uncertainty. She wanted him.
All of him.