//------------------------------// // Early Morning: Kenshin // Story: My Day with her/My Day with Him // by Masters-of-the-Elements //------------------------------// My Day with Her/My Day with Him Early Morning: Kenshin Jones When you’re the youngest in a family of five you tend to developed some quirks that are hard to shake off. Take me, Kenshin Jones, for example; like I said I was the youngest in my family, so I often got up around four so I could get in the shower before anyone else. I never really broke that habit, even though I’m now a man in his early twenties. And once I’m up there’s no going back to bed. Anyways, I’m up around four-thirty on a Saturday morning, in late October. With a light yawn and a quick stretch, I shuffled out of bed and into my bathroom. After a quick drain and some water in my face, I stared at reflection, causally taken in my own appearance. Being one of the off-springs of a Japanese woman and American man, some would think I would look a little weird, but they would be wrong. People are often surprised when I tell them about my parentage. I believe that’s because I look more American then Japanese. About the only thing I have inherited from mom was her black hair and it still hard to tell that I came from a mix heritage. My skin is white with just a hint of tan in it. My face is narrow especially at the around the chin, though that’s hard to spot because of a small lay of baby fat around my cheeks. I have a small nose and slightly small eyes, which I think I gain from my mother. Then there’s my hair; like I said before its black and at the moment a little wild due to needing a hair cut soon. I sigh a bit in content, and leave the bathroom. The place I’m living isn’t big, and I liked that just fine. It a medium size apartment, with two bedrooms, one which is currently unused, the bathroom I just left and a kitchen and living area connected. Like I said not very big, and I’m just fine with that. I shuffled into the kitchen, to fix myself a generic brand English muffins and juice. I then retreated to my worn but still reliable love seat, set my breakfast down, and picked the remote to try and find something on. There wasn’t a thing on, which I shouldn’t have found surprising. All that was really on was old show that are older then me, infomercials and Adult Swim, and I want to stay away from that part of Cartoon Network. With a reluctant sigh, I turned my TV to one of the music channels, classical music, and ate in relative peace. As the music soothe me, I looked around the walls of my apartment, which had poster of my favorite bands, games I have played and most importantly of all, posters of the hit TV show “My little Pony: Friendship is Magic” right in place sight. Yes, I’m a brony and not ashamed to admit it. Then again, I work in the media myself, so there are not a lot of eyes to see my hobbies. No, I don’t work for Hasbro, I wish I did, but I don’t. I work in Radio, writing up advertisements. It’s not a thrilling line of work, but it pays the bills. So yeah, that’s my life in a nutshell. Like I said before, not the most thrilling live, but one I couldn’t complain about. I let out another sigh of contentment, turned off my TV, and picked up my nearly finished breakfast and stood up. I walk over to my kitchen, finishing off what food I had left and washed my dishes. I felt a sudden blast of heat air hit my back, causing a curious frown to spread across my face. I didn’t have any window open, and it was in middle of fall, the wind usually had a slight chill this time of day. I turned around and my eyes went wider then saucers when I saw a lavender ball, roughly the size of golf ball, of energy floating a few feet in front of me. Curiosity got the better of me, and I get closer to get a better look. I saw the ball pulsed every few seconds, and I quickly realized there was a rhythm behind it. It sounded like a heartbeat, a slow human’s heartbeat. More curious then ever, I reached out cautiously and touched it with a finger. I know, I know, why touch something you know nothing about? What can I say, I’m been a curious kitten since I was 12 and never really grew out of it. Besides, nothing bad seems to be happening from merely touching it. Boy, did I really regret those words. The ball retracted a second after I touched it and exploded after another second. There was no sound accompanying the explosion, but I was thrown back, impacting painfully on the sink I was using just a few seconds ago. I groan lightly as I tried to pull myself from the counter, only to push back into it when a burst of energy slammed into me. The energy rippled through my body was such force it made me cringe as I felt my entire body being effect at once. I felt my bones hallowing out, my blood draining from my veins, my muscles collapsing under their own weight. My skin felt like wet paper, my mouth felt dyer then a desert, my hair felt like it was being pulled out one strain at a time. The worse of my pain was in my forehead and shoulder blades. It felt like something was forcing itself into my forehead, while something else was forcing themselves out from my shoulders. All of this occurred in less then a second, but to me it felt like a lifetime. Another energy wave suddenly hit me, and all the pain I was feeling was suddenly gone, replaced with the soothing feeling of having a hot pack slipped onto your skin. Still…the pain from earlier had been great, and had overloaded my brain. I could feel myself blacking out as I slowly slid to the ground. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was the burry image. Funny…it almost looks like a girl, but I couldn’t really be certain, as I blacked out shortly after that.