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A/N: If you don't know anything about xxxholic, don't worry because this is mainly Rurouni Kenshin based. If you have any questions just ask and I will post the answer at the end of the chapters D And good news! I finished this story beforehand so I can update it faster!
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Present day Tokyo:
Yuko was sipping her sake that Watanuki had just warmed for her when her eyes narrowed; she knew that feeling, something was unsettling in the air.
"Watanuki, follow me, and don't forget Mokona," Yuko said suddenly, walking towards the shed.
Like an obedient servant, Watanuki followed, carrying the little furry creature that was so lovingly dubbed Mokona in his hands. "Yuko-san what are you looking for?" Watanuki asked as he watched the woman tear through the treasures that she had collected over time.
"Something special," She replied almost cryptically. "Ah-ha, I knew it was here!" The woman said as she pocketed something small. "Let's go, someone in the past is calling to me."
"Th-the past!" Watanuki's eyes started to bug out. Not that he should have been surprised, this was Yuko after all, but she couldn't be serious, could she?
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Meiji era Tokyo:
Kenshin sat in his room meditating; he had done that a lot lately, ever since they came back from the confrontation with Enishi. The tension that emanated from his room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Lately his past started to plague him again, his pain and regret started to consume his soul (it was the effects of jinchuu). He became recluse, closing himself off from those around him.
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Kaoru stood outside his shoji, staring as if seeing past the rice-paper would allow her to see past the exterior of the one beyond it. 'Kenshin, you're in so much pain. I wish you would let me help you. That is all I want to do, you baka.' Kaoru sighed and left her musing at his shoji as she walked towards her own bedroom.
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He sensed her outside his door, how could he not? She almost seemed a part of him, and that terrified Kenshin. At what point had he let her come so close to his heart? When had she punctured his seemingly invincible shield?
Kaoru, she gave his life meaning, all he wanted to do was protect her. He wanted most to protect her from others, and from himself. For so long he had tried to protect her from his past, from his other half, and it was always in vain. First it was Udo Jin-e, and others like him, and then it was Enishi. Enishi was different, with Enishi came the truth, one he wanted to burry, to protect her from forever if he could.
That, too, had been proven futile; he couldn't run any longer, not that he did much running before, but now the truth had swept over him and was threatening to drown him. He had pulled her in, just like Tomoe. It was painfully obvious the day he found his brother-in-laws wattou through the pseudo-Kaoru's heart. Anger, sorrow, helplessness, and self loathing, had consumed him; all of these emotions brought back the memories of the bloodshed. Now Kenshin was trapped in his own reverie, drowning in a sea of blood that he had created with his own two hands...
He hadn't slept or eaten for so long, he began to look like a ghost. He saw the fear in Kaoru's eyes whenever she stole a glance at him. No it wasn't that she was afraid of him. They both knew that she could never fear him, it still unnerved Kenshin the trust that she laid in him. She had all too quickly become afraid for him, for his health, for his safety, for his heart... It was unfathomable why this woman cared so much for him, this broken hitokiri...
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Kaoru had decided to herself that she would go to the market and buy some vegetables. She was running low on dashi powder and nori again. Normally she would have asked Kenshin to accompany her, but what was the use now?
Kaoru sighed. Kenshin was again the object of her musing, she wanted to help him, to share his pain, if not take it away completely, but she didn't know how. How do you heal someone who won't let you in? The inability to help him was so frustrating, she regularly felt the urge to take his sakabatou and chop off that stupid rurouni grin that masked so much.
'Dammit!' She thought as she walked down the street. 'Why won't you let me in Kenshin? Why can't you see that all I want is to help you?' She felt the burn of tears sting her eyes. 'No, I am not gonna cry! Have I become so weak as to pour my eyes out so readily? I will not cry, not now, not here, not over this,' She demanded to herself before sucking in some air and continued on her way into the market sector of Tokyo.
It hadn't taken her long to find what she was looking for; she was soon on her way back to the dojo, taking the normal, lesser traveled path.
Something in the pit of her stomach told her that she should go through the forest, part of her denied the feeling, but before she had realized it, she was already deep within the undergrowth. It was like her feet had a mind of their own as she traveled further off the beaten path.
'I have no clue where I am going,' She thought, but she couldn't turn away; it was almost like something was pulling her to her destination.
"Kamiya Kaoru?" A feminine voice questioned from behind her.
It was then that Kaoru's feet felt that she was where she needed to be. "Who's there? Who are you?" Kaoru turned around, surprised at her lack of instinct to defend herself. She was even more surprised to see an oddly dressed woman in a very provocative kimono, if you could even call it a kimono. It resembled a geisha's kimono, as it was falling at her shoulders, its yellow color gave her the appearance of a wasp. Ironically enough the fabric was littered with butterflies, and the obi was black with pink roses and thorned stems running across its length. The woman had long ebony hair that seemed to run the length of her body.
This oddly dressed woman had eyes that seemed to read the soul, they drew Kaoru to them. At first Kaoru didn't notice it, but a young man was fidgeting as he stood with this woman. He was wearing an interesting black uniform holding what seemed to be a chubby rabbit with a jewel imbedded in its forehead.
"You are Kamiya Kaoru, are you not?" The woman asked her again, her voice taking a serious tone.
Kaoru nodded, "I don't know why I am here, but it seemed like I was drawn here by something." She didn't know why, but she felt so readily able to tell this woman this feeling.
The taller woman smirked at Kaoru. "I would say that you coming here is hitsuzen..."
To be continued...
A/N: Well here's my first cross over, so tell me what you think, do you want me to continue? Or does this idea bite and I should just delete this story now?
Hitsuzen: foreordination, destiny.