December 30, 2012

Summary: A collection of short romantic and dramatic oneshots capturing lives and emotions in a fleeting moment. Character introspective including KenKao, SanoMeg plus other non canon pairings.

Disclaimer: I have been writing Rurouni Kenshin fanfictions for almost a decade now, and I still don't own the series or the characters.

KNK

Trice

These are the split moments that define life

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1. liege- n. a loyal subject

His blond hair glistened like spun gold as his tall muscled frame drew dark shadows across the solid walls. She would be lying if she declared him ugly.

"Kamiya Kaoru dono." Her name came out in a thick accent and it felt so foreign it was almost violating. "I am sorry for the kidnap. I do not wish to harm you." From his lips came a broken tumble of English, Japanese and a language she could not place. It was making her head spin.

Her green eyed captor neared her, his long slender fingers coming up to grasp her chin. "Du Bist." And when her eyes widened in confusion and fear, "Beautiful. In Japanese, you say Kirei, ne?" His fingers withdrew then, when understanding dawned at her and she angrily looked away.

For several heartbeats, silence reigned across the dark room as Kaoru helplessly looked around for any hopes of escape. Kidnapped yet again, she knew that this time, her rurouni would not forgive himself for failing to protect. He would leave. And I would be left alone. Again. The realization brought a fresh batch of rebel tears in her eyes.

Noting her tears, the gaijin stood up from where he was crouched in front of her.

"Come with me." He declared, without much preamble, stroking her hair while presenting to her what she made out as a ship`s boarding pass. In bold red ink, she recognized the Japanese scrawl: Kamiya Kaoru. Fit for travel from Kyoto, Japan to Bern, Switzerland

Her cry of outrage was almost automatic.

"NO!"

The tears which had momentarily pooled at the base of her eyes were now spilling across her cheeks. Fear had instantly clamped down at her heart when she realized that this man was about to tear her away from everything she held dear. Although the fact that her kidnapping had been almost like Enishi`s that it hit far too close to home, it differed simply because the man had nothing against her samurai and that he only desired her. If he was to succeed in taking her to the foreign country written on the ticket he held, then she would cross the point of no return. And then what would be left of her? Of him? Of them?

He watched her with silent eyes as she struggled against her tears. Something in her image jolted powerful pangs of longing in him and so, unable to help himself, he reached for her, his hands closing at her waist, his lips sampling her neck.

"Come with me, my little geisha. Come live with me in the Swiss Alps." He murmured, peppering her skin with lustful kisses as she cried and struggled. She was so…alive.The heat she emanated was powerful, unbridling and his senses became keenly awash with lust. "I will bathe you in chocolate and milk." With a rough pull, her obi came loose and she screamed in horror. "I will shower you with all the trinkets your little Asian heart can ever desire." His fingers pried her kimono open. "My little bird, so vibrant and so warm, and so full of life…" His voice was a gentle hum; a stark contrast against her piercing cries.

His hands had somewhat loosened the ropes that bound her and in an instant, her hand had landed a swift jab at his cheek and he staggered away in surprise. "Please!… no…" Her scream bounced against the four corners of the room. Her kimono had fallen open at the waist, baring the bindings that now clung loosely at her breasts. She could bend and twist her body to hide, and she could gather the cloth in her grasp, but the shame would still be forever imprinted in her skin.

He watched with growing horror as she wept to herself, too scared to even fight. The phrase `I have a man I love` a constant prayer on her lips. Pale, and trembling, her fingers shook as she clutched the kimono to her chest. His little Asian bird, down and crying. Her warmth and vibrancy slowly dying out. He slid to his knees, hands grasping his wild blonde hair in disbelief. What had he done?

"You do not understand gaijin." she whispered in her own language. "I belong here. I belong to him. I will follow him even to the ends of the earth where heaven and hell burn. I will never leave him."

"KAORU!"

In a haze, she watched from glassy indigo orbs as the door split open, and a blur of red and pink(no, magenta—her mind automatically defended) filtered the room. She was then only vaguely aware of warm calloused hands, his hands, wrapping her shaking shoulders with his well worn gi, before she succumbed to darkness and to the warm protective embrace of her rurouni.

KNK

A/N: Kindly review. I always love hearing feedbacks about my writing. And if you have any ideas or plots which follow the format of my fic series that you may want to share with me, don't hesitate to tell me. Since this is a collection of oneshots, it doesn't have to follow the storylines in the anime or the manga.

Chapter 2 Preview:

And then sometimes the photo alone brings selfish tears to her eyes. The smiles are a painful reminder that she is neither a sister, a wife, nor a mother. At the end of the day, she is just the doctor of the town and she knows that the thought is as unfair as her tears are selfish.

~ena