No, I still don't own Rurouni Kenshin. No, hell has not frozen over yet, either.

This is a purely fluffy piece I wrote on the spur of the moment. No big epiphanies here; just some light romance. Enjoy!

"My mother says you asked her a question last time you visited us," Megumi's teenage daughter cocked her head to the side in curiosity. "She wouldn't tell me what you asked, but she told me to give you this when I saw you this summer. What'd you want to know, anyway, Kenji?"

Kenji glowered at the girl in front of him. He was not going to tell her anything. It was embarrassing. He crossed his arms and frowned.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine," she huffed. "Be that way. You're so annoying!" And with that parting shot, she flounced off, tossing an old, worn letter on the porch beside him.

Kenji snorted. Stupid girls. They were so nosy! Always wanting to know things like feelings and what you were thinking. He was a warrior! He didn't need to be telling a weak girl what was going on in his head.

At that thought, he winced. His mother would kill him if she ever heard him calling a girl weak. His father would probably try to hide his amusement when Kenji got chased around the yard by his bokken-wielding mother, then tell him that if women were weak, he probably shouldn't be running from one. Of course, Kenji thought, it wasn't like his mother was just any woman.

She was his mom.

Still, he'd been wondering what had brought his parents together. Oh, he knew the family lore, alright: starting with Goro and going through Enishi. Still, he wondered: did his mother really love his father? And did his father love his mother? Or did they just tolerate each other because it was expected of them?

In a fit of spontaneous curiosity, he'd asked Aunt Megumi about it when she and Uncle Sano had visited last time. She'd seemed surprised and wanted to know why he was asking.

"It's not like they hold hands or act like they're in love or anything," Kenji had answered. "Father is just so…formal. And he never says he cares about her, and she never says she cares about him. It's like they're two roommates, living together because it's what they're supposed to be doing."

Aunt Megumi had smiled and said it was complicated. Dissatisfied, Kenji had slinked off to think about it more on his own.

Now, though, here was Aunt Megumi's daughter with something Megumi believed would answer his question. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Kenji stuffed the paper in his sleeve and slipped away to find a place he could read in peace.