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Title: An Unexpected Guest, Part 4
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Peter, Adam, Yaeko
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 965
Spoilers: Season 2
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Summary: AU. Peter accidentally takes Yaeko back into the future. Part 4; Adam and Yaeko talk.
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Part II
"What if I can't do this?" Kensei asked. "Yaeko I'm no hero. I never was. I can't stand that you trust me so much. What if I fail?"
"You doubt yourself very much," Yaeko said. "But I saw the real you. When you spoke to me that day--"
"Yaeko, that wasn't me," Kensei said. "I can never be that bloke under the cherry blossoms. That was a rare moment. I...I wasn't myself..."
Yaeko took his hand, laced her fingers in his.
"I have faith in you, Kensei-sama," Yaeko said. "You must have faith in yourself...."
Yaeko lights a candle and kneels that the foot of the bed, remembering the night before she kissed Hiro. Her eyes are swimming. In Japan, fall had given way to winter and the grasses were covered in snow. Her father died; men from across the countryside came and sought her hand. Yaeko rebuffed them all. She would climb the mountain, now covered in frost, and look out at her village. She would take Hiro's sword and hold it in her hand; its hilt was heavy, a reminder of his love. When the bandits came, Yaeko used his sword to fight him off. Men fell around her like leaves, but yet they still were coming. There was fire, then; she was overwhelmed. The last thing she remembers was a blow to her face, and a strong hand grabbing her arm.
Then she woke up, dark faces staring down at her.
There's a knock at the door. "Yaeko?"
Yaeko looks up and wipes her eyes. "Come in."
The door opens, and Yaeko's face falls: it's not Peter, but Kensei, standing at her doorway.
"May I come in?" Kensei asks.
Yaeko pushes the candle to the side. "If you must," Yaeko says. Kensei nods, then starts to close the door.
"Leave it open," Yaeko says. Kensei looks at her quizzically, then complies with her request. He leaves the door open a crack, a beam of light cutting through the room.
"What is it you want?" Yaeko asks.
"I wanted to thank you," Kensei says. "For the sword, I mean. Peter told me it was your idea. You didn't have to do that."
"We were stealing one, so why not steal both?" Yaeko says. "Peter could use it, if he wanted."
"Oh."
Kensei moves closer. "May I sit?" Kensei asks. Yaeko nods and offers him a seat next to her on the bed. Kensei moves gingerly, like a bird would around a cat.
"I'm sorry about the other night," Kensei says. "I was being harsh. It wasn't my intention to make you upset."
"You tried to kill my father," Yaeko says.
"No, I just wanted to get the gunpowder. I wouldn't have hurt him," Kensei says.
"Hiro said you wanted to kill me," Yaeko says. "He told me what you said, that I wasn't destined to be your princess, I was destined to die. That you would lay waste to all that he loved and that my death would be the first of many."
Kensei shakes his head.
"I said that, yes, but I wouldn't have done it," Kensei says. "I would have made him think I killed you; I would have taken you to England instead."
"So that I could be your prisoner?" Yaeko asks.
"So that you could be my wife," Kensei says. "Yaeko I lost the plot. I didn't know what to do. Whitebeard said he could help. I wouldn't have done it if I thought it would hurt you, I swear."
Yaeko doesn't answer. Kensei stands.
"You can't tell me you didn't care for me," Kensei says. "Yaeko you were falling in love with me, I know you were. It's just that Hiro got in the way--"
"And I will always love him," Yaeko says. "All that was good in Takezo Kensei, it was all in Hiro. When I was with you, I was wishing you were another man, and I found it in him. You are a scoundrel, Kensei. A drunkard. You lied to my father, you promised us you would defend us from Whitebeard's army. But it wasn't until Hiro forced you to help that you turned around. You are selfish. And you are mistaken to think that I could ever love you."
Kensei blinks quickly. "Right," Kensei says. "Well thank you for the sword."
"Kensei, wait--"
The light catches Kensei's face. Yaeko pulls back, suprised.
"Your eyes are blue," Yaeko says. Kensei cocks his head.
"You say that as if you've never noticed," Kensei says.
"I've always thought your eyes were brown," Yaeko says. "Even when I think back, I always remember your eyes being brown."
Kensei smiles, sadly. "You're remembering Hiro," Kensei says. He taps the corner of his eye. "The mask showed his eyes. It's no wonder you remember them that way. Just like you thought me more noble than I was. At least, for a little while."
Yaeko nods, crossing her arms. "I did not mean what I said," Yaeko says. "You kidnapped my father. It is not an easy thing to forgive."
Kensei nods. "I understand," Kensei says. He picks at his watch around his wrist. "You can call me Adam from now on," Kensei says, finally. "I'm not used to anyone calling me Kensei. Particularly since I was never really Kensei to begin with."
Yaeko nods. "Adam," Yaeko says. Adam smiles.
"Thank you for the sword, Yaeko," Adam says. "And for letting me inside. I was rather surprised you let me in." His face darkens, slightly.
"I am sorry, Yaeko," Adam says. "For everything."
Yaeko nods, quickly turning away from him.
"Sleep well, Adam," Yaeko says. She rests her hands on the windowsill, staring out the glass.
"Goodnight," Adam says. She hears him close the door.
Part 5
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Peter, Adam, Yaeko
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 965
Spoilers: Season 2
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Summary: AU. Peter accidentally takes Yaeko back into the future. Part 4; Adam and Yaeko talk.
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Part II
"What if I can't do this?" Kensei asked. "Yaeko I'm no hero. I never was. I can't stand that you trust me so much. What if I fail?"
"You doubt yourself very much," Yaeko said. "But I saw the real you. When you spoke to me that day--"
"Yaeko, that wasn't me," Kensei said. "I can never be that bloke under the cherry blossoms. That was a rare moment. I...I wasn't myself..."
Yaeko took his hand, laced her fingers in his.
"I have faith in you, Kensei-sama," Yaeko said. "You must have faith in yourself...."
Yaeko lights a candle and kneels that the foot of the bed, remembering the night before she kissed Hiro. Her eyes are swimming. In Japan, fall had given way to winter and the grasses were covered in snow. Her father died; men from across the countryside came and sought her hand. Yaeko rebuffed them all. She would climb the mountain, now covered in frost, and look out at her village. She would take Hiro's sword and hold it in her hand; its hilt was heavy, a reminder of his love. When the bandits came, Yaeko used his sword to fight him off. Men fell around her like leaves, but yet they still were coming. There was fire, then; she was overwhelmed. The last thing she remembers was a blow to her face, and a strong hand grabbing her arm.
Then she woke up, dark faces staring down at her.
There's a knock at the door. "Yaeko?"
Yaeko looks up and wipes her eyes. "Come in."
The door opens, and Yaeko's face falls: it's not Peter, but Kensei, standing at her doorway.
"May I come in?" Kensei asks.
Yaeko pushes the candle to the side. "If you must," Yaeko says. Kensei nods, then starts to close the door.
"Leave it open," Yaeko says. Kensei looks at her quizzically, then complies with her request. He leaves the door open a crack, a beam of light cutting through the room.
"What is it you want?" Yaeko asks.
"I wanted to thank you," Kensei says. "For the sword, I mean. Peter told me it was your idea. You didn't have to do that."
"We were stealing one, so why not steal both?" Yaeko says. "Peter could use it, if he wanted."
"Oh."
Kensei moves closer. "May I sit?" Kensei asks. Yaeko nods and offers him a seat next to her on the bed. Kensei moves gingerly, like a bird would around a cat.
"I'm sorry about the other night," Kensei says. "I was being harsh. It wasn't my intention to make you upset."
"You tried to kill my father," Yaeko says.
"No, I just wanted to get the gunpowder. I wouldn't have hurt him," Kensei says.
"Hiro said you wanted to kill me," Yaeko says. "He told me what you said, that I wasn't destined to be your princess, I was destined to die. That you would lay waste to all that he loved and that my death would be the first of many."
Kensei shakes his head.
"I said that, yes, but I wouldn't have done it," Kensei says. "I would have made him think I killed you; I would have taken you to England instead."
"So that I could be your prisoner?" Yaeko asks.
"So that you could be my wife," Kensei says. "Yaeko I lost the plot. I didn't know what to do. Whitebeard said he could help. I wouldn't have done it if I thought it would hurt you, I swear."
Yaeko doesn't answer. Kensei stands.
"You can't tell me you didn't care for me," Kensei says. "Yaeko you were falling in love with me, I know you were. It's just that Hiro got in the way--"
"And I will always love him," Yaeko says. "All that was good in Takezo Kensei, it was all in Hiro. When I was with you, I was wishing you were another man, and I found it in him. You are a scoundrel, Kensei. A drunkard. You lied to my father, you promised us you would defend us from Whitebeard's army. But it wasn't until Hiro forced you to help that you turned around. You are selfish. And you are mistaken to think that I could ever love you."
Kensei blinks quickly. "Right," Kensei says. "Well thank you for the sword."
"Kensei, wait--"
The light catches Kensei's face. Yaeko pulls back, suprised.
"Your eyes are blue," Yaeko says. Kensei cocks his head.
"You say that as if you've never noticed," Kensei says.
"I've always thought your eyes were brown," Yaeko says. "Even when I think back, I always remember your eyes being brown."
Kensei smiles, sadly. "You're remembering Hiro," Kensei says. He taps the corner of his eye. "The mask showed his eyes. It's no wonder you remember them that way. Just like you thought me more noble than I was. At least, for a little while."
Yaeko nods, crossing her arms. "I did not mean what I said," Yaeko says. "You kidnapped my father. It is not an easy thing to forgive."
Kensei nods. "I understand," Kensei says. He picks at his watch around his wrist. "You can call me Adam from now on," Kensei says, finally. "I'm not used to anyone calling me Kensei. Particularly since I was never really Kensei to begin with."
Yaeko nods. "Adam," Yaeko says. Adam smiles.
"Thank you for the sword, Yaeko," Adam says. "And for letting me inside. I was rather surprised you let me in." His face darkens, slightly.
"I am sorry, Yaeko," Adam says. "For everything."
Yaeko nods, quickly turning away from him.
"Sleep well, Adam," Yaeko says. She rests her hands on the windowsill, staring out the glass.
"Goodnight," Adam says. She hears him close the door.
Part 5