Chapter 2
Kenshin struggled to get up from the hard mattress on the floor and followed the girl, enjoying her elegant gait and the seductive sway of her hips. Aya was quite beautiful for a village girl. In addition to her long and graceful legs, she had a prominent taut ass, and size two breasts. Kenshin couldn't help but be charmed by the young Japanese girl's beauty.
Following the beautiful brunette, Kenshin took a quick look at the interior of the house, and realised that Aya lived quite poorly. In the main room, where he was lying - two metres away from his hard mattress, there was another mattress, but a little cleaner and neater. Besides the two mattresses, there was a table and something that looked like a sewing machine in the corner of the room, right by the window. The window itself was cloudy, and not transparent. The village girl had no money for clear panes of glass, without primis. Apparently only rich people, or shinobi, could afford such a luxury.
Aya's house was quite small, consisting of a tiny kitchen, one central room that served as a bedroom and workplace, and a small pantry that was full of junk. The toilet and shower were outside.
Kenshin made it to the kitchen in ten steps, and sat thoughtfully in the seat the girl had indicated. She went to the wood cooker and began pouring soup into plates.
- Thank you. - Kenshin said as he received a bowl of hot soup from the girl and hurriedly ate, only now realising how hungry he was and almost immediately burning himself.
Aya only laughed merrily at his sloppiness, and started eating as well.
- Thank you for taking care of me. - Kenshin thanked the girl, looking into her eyes.
- It's nothing. I'm sure you'd do the same for me. - Aya said, embarrassed, and averted her eyes.
- I don't remember much, could you explain some of the details to me? - The young man asked softly. He would have loved to ask what year it was, but unfortunately that information meant nothing to him. Kenshin only knew the year from the birth of Christ, not from the founding of Konoha.
- Sure. What are you interested in? - Aya asked with complete dedication.
- Mmm, you said that the Hokage is Sarutobi Hiruzen now... Has the Third World Shinobi War already passed? - The young man asked, and then mentally smacked his lips as he realised how ambiguous the question was.
- Of course it did! How could it not have passed if you knew it was over? You've lost your memory, but you haven't gone back in time. - Aya said with a laugh, surprised at the strangeness of the question.
"Shit! Ain't no sweeter than a horse's arse! Even if World War III is over, World War IV is ahead!" - Kenshin thought, and rubbed his temples.
- Um, how long ago was World War III over? - The young man asked again, wanting to know how much time he had.
- Well... I was six when it ended. I'm eighteen now. - Aya explained with a smile.
"Twelve years ago?! Shit, shit, shit! The canon should be in full swing right now!" - Kenshin thought with an even lowered mood.
- How long ago did the nine-tailed attack Konoha? - Decided to get even more specific about what timeline he was in.
When Aya heard about the nine-tailed monster, she almost jumped with fright, and put her finger to her lips: "Shh, don't say its name! It's the scariest monster in the world, and no one knows where it went! People say that if you carelessly say its name out loud, it will come and destroy our village! - The girl muttered with a noticeable fear.
"Hmm, interesting. So the villagers don't know about the tailed ones being sealed into jinchuriki. That's why they made up a bunch of scary stories..." - Kenshin remarked, and hurried to reassure the girl.
- Okay, I won't. So how many years ago did "he" attack Konoha?
- Nine years ago. Almost ten. My grandfather was in Konoha that day, and he heard all the horror..." Aya said sadly.
- Your grandfather? Where is he now?
- He died half a year ago from pneumonia... Tsukishima-sama, our village iryonin, refused to help him..." Aya said sobbing, and two paths of tears sprang from her beautiful blue eyes.
- I'm sorry... - Kenshin said, and then, without understanding why, suddenly moved towards the girl, and hugged her, enclosing her in his strong embrace, belatedly realising that he still had his shirt on.
Aya clung to his strong chest and cried harder. The young girl had been alone for the past six months, and had no one to pour out her sorrow to. Kenshin hugged her even tighter and stroked her tender back, comforting her.
But these tendernesses were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door, and a cry, - Aya, let me in, I know you're home!
Aya's already unhappy face took on a grimace of anger. - Leave me alone, Kaito, I'm busy! - She bellowed towards the door.
- All right, I'll leave, but you won't be able to run away from me for long! Like it or not, you're going to be my wife! - Kaito shouted, and there was the sound of footsteps moving away.
- Who was that? - Kenshin asked, barely able to contain his anger at the fact that no sooner had he acquired a harem than they were trying to steal his girlfriend away!
- He's the son of an elder, and he's been trying to get me married for months. When my grandfather was alive, those bastards were afraid to show their noses! I'm sure it was the elder who persuaded Tsukishima-sama not to treat my grandfather! - Aya spat out angrily, pressing herself even more tightly against the young man's chest. It felt so good to be pressed against Kenshin's muscular chest that she didn't want to let him go.
- I see... Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you! - Kenshin said with determination, and placed both hands just below Aya's back, almost touching her firm ass, hidden behind her black trousers. The girl noticed the gesture, but only blushed a little, and said nothing.