Description: He's a singer, guitarist, and Casanova, while all he knows about her is that she has a very expensive taste in shoes. He's spent his whole life trying to get inside the circle and she was born right in the middle of it.

Kenshin felt himself move around the room, breathing in the heavy air as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, breathing in her scent. She leaned back against him and turned her face slightly, her alcohol-coated breath rushing against his cheek.

"Great show. Let's get out of here."

He didn't have to be told twice as he smirked against her head, pulling her arm roughly to turn her around. He pressed a kiss to her lips and fisted a hand in her hair. Wordlessly, he turned and dragged her out of the club before hailing a taxi as he supported her weight.

She pressed her chest to his back and he felt her go slack before he turned around and saw her bent over the sidewalk, vomiting into the bushes.

Kenshin frowned and ran a hand through his straightened red hair. However, this was not a surprising turn of events. Ever since Tomoe's ex (and Kenshin's former drummer) died in a car accident, she'd been more prone to getting more drunk than she should in public.

The driver of the yellow taxi that pulled up to the curb for them honked once and rolled down his window.

"If she gets any of that in here, I'm charging extra!"

Kenshin just gave him a tight-lipped smile as he helped Tomoe into the cab, shutting the door behind him as he leaned forward and told the driver the address. Tomoe was slumped against the opposite door, her crop top riding up and her pale skin glowing ethereally in the streetlights. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him.

Once they arrived at Tomoe's apartment, Kenshin practically threw some change at the driver before slipping one arm under Tomoe's arms as he helped her get out of the taxi. She looked at him for a second in confusion before a smile broke out on her face.

"Thanks, Kenshin. Every time I see you, I feel like you're taking care of me."

Kenshin smiled, rubbing a soothing hand against her back.

"Of course, Tomoe. Now lets get you upstairs."

They entered her apartment building and Kenshin allowed himself to be impressed, even if for a second. Tomoe's family had always had money, even if she didn't always like to flaunt it and hung around him and his band rat friends as her quiet rebellion.

He stepped in the elevator, still supporting a slightly drunk Tomoe. As the doors closed he allowed himself to look at the two people in the reflective metal.

Even drunk, Tomoe carried herself like a lady as she pressed against him with her eyes closed. Kenshin looked homeless. But that was how he liked it. His ratty flannel was half open, exposing his toned chest, and his jeans were tight, faded, and ripped.

He allowed his hand to caress her bare waist and snake under her crop top. Her quiet intake of breath was enough to tell him he was on the right track tonight. Once the elevator doors opened, he half carried half dragged Tomoe to her apartment door and was about to ask for her key when the door flew open.

A shock of white hair along with a sneer greeted him.

"What do you think you're doing with my sister, Himura?"

Kenshin allowed his grip on Tomoe to tighten as he gritted his teeth.

"I'm just taking her home Yukishiro, she's all yours now."

With that, Enishi reached out and grabbed Tomoe roughly, pulling her against him. She squeaked in protest, but his grip on her arm just got tighter.

"What you're doing is disgusting, Himura."

With that, Enishi slammed the door in Kenshin's face.

At first, Kenshin didn't know how to respond. He never liked the male Yukishiro, but he'd never had a reason to hate him as much as he did in the moment. The man was so protective of his little sister, but she wasn't twelve anymore, dammit. If she wanted to hook up with her dead boyfriend's band member then who was Enishi to stop her?

Kenshin cursed under his breath and turned around, walking back towards the elevator where a girl was waiting with a bored look in her eyes. She was wearing a dark blue dress with long sleeves that ended mid-thigh. Her skin was slightly tanned and he could tell she worked out. In one hand she had her shoes, silver stilettos, one of which looked like it was missing a heel. Offering her a slight smirk he raised his brow and let her step into the elevator first when it opened.

"Rough night?"

"Boys always think they can get me to do whatever they want just cause they're bigger than me."

Kenshin let out a low whistle at the thought of that. He gave her shoe a pointed look and she heard the unasked question.

"Jimmy Choos, wasted on that asshole."

Kenshin allowed himself a small laugh at the pure anger on her face. She was so naïve, thinking those shoes were enough to protect her purity. The sound of the elevator doors opening pulled him from his daydream and he graced her with a real smile.

"Until next time."

She snorted, a sound that seemed so out of character for her he was a little shocked, "Hopefully the next time we see each other I'll have my own shoes."

Just at that moment, Kenshin looked at her feet and noticed she was wearing moccasins that looked three sizes too big for her and made for men.

He shook his head quietly to himself and decided walk home, needing the alone time in the crisp air to think.

A/N: OMG! So this is my first story ever and I am so excited. I know this is a big project to tackle but please review and stuff:).