He could understand why she wouldn’t want to keep it. A soak had done a little for it but there was still much to be done and regardless of whether or not she wanted to burn it, walking around the city with the shirt in this state wasn’t wise. Maybe he could scrub some of it out. He had some detergent left over. Or was this safehouse out? He really couldn’t keep track of all of them.
Kenshin set the shirt back down and began to search for it, listening as Megumi spoke cheerfully of all the things she would do and need to do. Having plans was a good sign, it was. She was preparing for the future, despite the terrible past she must have suffered. She was a strong woman, indeed she was. And kind, too.
He found the detergent, but kept where he was, crouched over a box so he could watch her prepare food out of the corner of his eye. This was another meal they would share. If he wasn’t careful he would start to get used to it again. Yet… even more strange was knowing it was mostly for his sake that she prepared the food, and it made her happy. It was such a simple action. Why didn’t more people know this?
Those lurking outside certainly didn’t. They were closer now, but it was still too early to tell who they were and what they wanted…if anything. Eventually he would have to go out and confront them, even if it was just to warn them off. The fear tugged at him though. It wasn’t the gut wrenching feeling of a victim. Uncertainty, maybe, but about what?
“Ohagi would be wonderful,” Kenshin said, taking the detergent and flipping the shirt over his arm. “You know, I don’t think I ever had it.” He went into the janitor’s closet, pulling the plug to drain the dirty water and then turning the tap on low for fresh so that he would have an excuse to stand and concentrate on what was going on outside. No doubt about it, they were getting closer, but it was hard to tell whether or not they were after them. It could be completely unrelated and it was better to not alarm either them or Megumi.
The smell of something burning caught his nose and Megumi cursed. She would be able to handle it.
“I’d best open the door, before we end up huffing our meal, rather than eating it,” she said. Ah, that was probably not a good idea. Kenshin turned off the water and flicked it off his hands, and started to turn.
“Megumi-dono, I—“ And then he felt a burst of pure maniacal glee, razor sharp through the air. He darted into the room just as Megumi was screaming
“Please! Don’t do—“
He slid to the futon, grabbed Kitetsu and a blast rocked the storage room. Kenshin watched Megumi being lifted off her feet blood spraying out from her back and moving in an almost graceful arc before hitting the wall and sliding down, leaving a red trail behind her. It was... She was... but she looked so peaceful.
He faintly heard the sound of shoes on concrete and saw the police enter.
“I think you have something that belongs to us, AMPhead.”
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Kenshin set the shirt back down and began to search for it, listening as Megumi spoke cheerfully of all the things she would do and need to do. Having plans was a good sign, it was. She was preparing for the future, despite the terrible past she must have suffered. She was a strong woman, indeed she was. And kind, too.
He found the detergent, but kept where he was, crouched over a box so he could watch her prepare food out of the corner of his eye. This was another meal they would share. If he wasn’t careful he would start to get used to it again. Yet… even more strange was knowing it was mostly for his sake that she prepared the food, and it made her happy. It was such a simple action. Why didn’t more people know this?
Those lurking outside certainly didn’t. They were closer now, but it was still too early to tell who they were and what they wanted…if anything. Eventually he would have to go out and confront them, even if it was just to warn them off. The fear tugged at him though. It wasn’t the gut wrenching feeling of a victim. Uncertainty, maybe, but about what?
“Ohagi would be wonderful,” Kenshin said, taking the detergent and flipping the shirt over his arm. “You know, I don’t think I ever had it.” He went into the janitor’s closet, pulling the plug to drain the dirty water and then turning the tap on low for fresh so that he would have an excuse to stand and concentrate on what was going on outside. No doubt about it, they were getting closer, but it was hard to tell whether or not they were after them. It could be completely unrelated and it was better to not alarm either them or Megumi.
The smell of something burning caught his nose and Megumi cursed. She would be able to handle it.
“I’d best open the door, before we end up huffing our meal, rather than eating it,” she said. Ah, that was probably not a good idea.
Kenshin turned off the water and flicked it off his hands, and started to turn.
“Megumi-dono, I—“ And then he felt a burst of pure maniacal glee, razor sharp through the air. He darted into the room just as Megumi was screaming
“Please! Don’t do—“
He slid to the futon, grabbed Kitetsu and a blast rocked the storage room. Kenshin watched Megumi being lifted off her feet blood spraying out from her back and moving in an almost graceful arc before hitting the wall and sliding down, leaving a red trail behind her. It was... She was... but she looked so peaceful.
He faintly heard the sound of shoes on concrete and saw the police enter.
“I think you have something that belongs to us, AMPhead.”