Ruroni Kenshin Fanfic by Inarae
Kenshin and all ideas associated with it belong to Watsuki Nobuhiro and anyone
he granted with rights to it.
PG?? Some slight mention of violence.
would you like to drink with dinner, young man?
tea, bitter and black like the sudden splash of blood on moonlit cobblestones?
that tastes of tears and pale blossoms bruised by the brush of your fingers,
the clear liquid of truth that brushes your lips like petals whose edges are
already stained with the withered brown-gold of death?
Perhaps some milk then??
It's rich and comforting like the gentle embrace of a parent's
arms.? Ah, my apologies, you're already
too old for that, aren't you?? Adults
just don't produce the correct enzymes to digest milk properly, and it makes
many people sick once they're beyond a certain age.? A pity, isn't it?? As
child I always used to love the warm feeling of safety that last warm glass
gave me, drinking it down in a big gulp right before bed, under my mother's
stern gaze.? She always watched to make
sure I drank it, making sure I'd grow up big and strong.
tea?? Ah, you're a traditionalist,
aren't you?? I should have known, from
the way you're dressed.? And a quiet
lad, aren't you, like an echo of some distant time when life was simpler and
people behaved with honor and respect.?
Not like these modern kids, bouncing around screaming about all sorts of
odd ideas even they don't really understand.?
Is there something wrong with your drink, sir?? You're not drinking it.?
Has it perhaps gone cold?? I can
pour you some more . . .
yes, of course we have water, but surely . . . I have higher quality tea, if
that would be your desire . . .
water, sir?? So bland, empty of even the
faintest whisper of taste . . . Surely an well brought up lad like yourself
would prefer something a little more . . . elegant?
of course, as you wish sir.? Please
forgive this old man for having been so presumptuous.? Here you go.? I
that it was drawn from some famous brook where a goddess once bathed or some
such, but it's cold and clean and will keep man or beast alive.
you smile as you drink.? A soft, sad
smile to be sure, but I am glad you have found some pleasure in even such a humble
drink as that.? I would not have it said
that that which is served in my restaurant fails to satisfy my customers, but I
must admit to having had some slight worry given the nature of your order.
no, I cannot take this much.? Your meal
was so simple and plain . . .
. . thank you, kind young lord.? I
cannot imagine that the food was as refreshing as you say, but . . .
a sad young man.? And he didn't even
leave a mess on the table.? Well, at
least his worries seemed a little lighter than when he arrived.
NOTES: This was supposed to be Saitoh!?
It was supposed to be a Saitoh comedy to celebrate the Miburo list
getting active again.? Now why that red
haired fellow decided to stick his nose in. and ending up so depressing . . .
is probably Kenshin wandering after he leaves the Ishin Shishi.? The narration is
actually what's going
through Kenshin's mind as he listens to a chatty barkeep trying to take his
order, which is why the narration switches back and forth between the barkeep
and our favorite ruroni.? Kenshin is
hearing the barkeep mumble to himself as he walks out the door at the end.
never tried anything like that before- did it work or was it too confusing
trying to figure out what opinions were whose??
Is it a style I should play with more, or should I avoid it?? Thanks for
reading, C&C welcome and