Himura Kenshin (heartofthesword) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-09-08 17:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 5, &day: sunday, *character: himura kenshin, *character: sayuri misaki, @location: sayuri misaki's house, ~thread: complete |
WHO: Sayuri and Kenshin
WHEN: Week 5, Sunday
WHERE: Labal Village, Sayuri's Home
WHAT: Coming home!
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Closed, incomplete
Kenshin still found himself unused to traveling in cars. As technology had advanced over the years and years, he'd always found himself preferring to travel by foot or boat if necessary. He was typically faster than cars that weren't enchanted in someway, and he preferred to walk a path that his feet could touch. Things were different now. It was still about walking a path he prayed might some day lead him to redemption, but that path now wound circles around the life of his new mistress, Sayuri Misaki.
The girl was young but most the elder vampire ran into during his travels were compared to his 3000 and some years. He knew only the basics of her tale, but it was enough for him to feel dedication to a cause even in slavery. It would not do to pry about the issue as he was certain it was already painful enough for the young woman. If she wished to open up to him, he would listen. If not, it would not change his duties as a newly purchased slave and bodyguard. This husband of hers could prove difficult to deal with considering his vow, but Kenshin was resolute that he would protect both Sayuri and his own promise not to kill again. There were no other options so far as he was concerned.
The journey to the home Sayuri had purchased was quiet and only peppered here and there with polite conversation. Kenshin was not overly talkative unless it seemed something that his companion at the time might prefer, and he assumed that both he and his new mistress had a lot to think about. When the car stopped, he was glad to have his feet steady on the ground again as he climbed out of it, sakabato in hand again where it belonged. The buiding itself was lovely, surrounded by foliage and appearing to be among the nicer accomodations he'd ever frequented. Smiling, he turned to Sayuri.
"Your home is lovely, Sayuri-dono," he complimented her in Japanese. "I do not think this one has ever lived in such place before." Which was saying something considering his age.