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TwoSided Love

By: BattousaiChic197

Authors Notes: Hi, everyone! I am very excited to give all you Rurouni Kenshin fans yet another fan fiction to read. Now, I have to say that I am new at writing my own stories, meaning this is my first ever. Though, I think that I pretty much know the characters and understand them enough, to place them in my own story; so please bear with me. With school, homework, and tests, it's hard to find the time when I am in the mood to write; I don't write 24/7. I like to write whenever I am fully dedicated to it, so that I will be able to provide everyone a good story that I hope you will love. Also, I have yet to think of a good title for this story, sorry. X

So, here it is:

1) Kenshin still has his "X" shaped scar on his left cheek; he is also the Battousai.

2) Kaoru is a bit ditzy. Lol. (Just to give it some humor)

3) Warning: For any Tomoe enviers, this story is a bit based around her.

4) This an AU (alternate universe), of course.

5) There will be a twist somewhere later in the story, so beware. X

Dictionary: In the first chapter, I kind of threw in a few small Japanese words. So I figured this little dictionary would help you out a bit.

Okami wife

Anata dear, husband

Koi love

Tsuka sword handle

Wish me luck! Happy reading! I am welcome to ALL of your comments. Especially the constructive ones!

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Chapter One

By: BattousaiChic197

The sun shown through the window of an apartment on 54th Avenue, Matsudo, Kyoto. Kenshin awoke to the smell of coffee and smiled to himself, remembering the previous night with his beautiful wife. He slowly got out of his King-Sized bed and walked into the kitchen.

"Tomoe?" his voice broke the silence of the apartment. Kenshin walked around in search of Tomoe, but she was nowhere to be found. When he reached the bathroom he saw that a struggle had taken place. The curtains of the shower were ripped and lightly stained with blood. Inside the bathtub were strands of Tomoe's black shiny hair, along with her bathrobe. "Tomoe!" Kenshin yelled, his worst fears coming to life. The terrified man ran back into the kitchen and slipped on a piece of paper. Kenshin picked it up and read with unbelieving eyes, full of pain and terror.

" We have taken your precious wife. If you do not

want her to die a slow and painful death, meet us

in the alleyway of Kawaguchi; tonight at

10 pm."

The Shinjuku Clan

Kenshin slammed his fist into the floor, breaking the tile as he swore in his mind.

"TOMOE!"

9:34 PM

The night was oddly quiet and stiff. The Kawaguchi alleyways gave off a dark aura; warning off any night visitors. Kenshin sped through the streets in his expensive black Mercedes. In his mind he swore off every possible cuss word he could think of. While in his heart, he was terrified. His love had been taken away from him by the most powerful clan in Japan. ' How am I to save her?' he silently thought, ' How am I to save her without once again becoming the Battousai…?' Kenshin's mind remembered back to that dark era in his life; when he was younger.

He was a killer, a merciless killer that had eyes full of lust; lust for blood. His sword shown throughout the night, the moon often catching a glimpse of it. Men fell to the ground, dead as stone…

Kenshin shook his head to clear his mind. "Whatever it takes," he said quietly to himself. As he neared his destination, Kenshin pulled his car over to the side of the road. He grabbed his swords out of the backseat, and carefully latched them to his belt. He walked towards the offending alley, and saw his target come out of the shadows and into sight. "Where is Tomoe!" he demanded, "Giver her back!" He looked beyond the man, to see that another figure had stepped into the light; holding Tomoe with a knife to her neck. "Tomoe…" he said under his breath; the sight terrified him. She was gagged and her hands and feet were bound with wire. Her hair was in a mess and she was scratched and bruised. Kenshin made to run after her, but was knocked to the ground by the fist of the first man.

"Oh no, there will be none of that." He stated.

"Sakura, you bastard!" Kenshin shouted as he got back to a standing position. "If you lay one more finger on her I'll…"

"You'll what? Kill me? Don't even try, my men will have you down before you could get a chance to lift your sword." Sakura countered.

Kenshin observed the man quietly, through his dark amber eyes; sizing him up. He was a rather tall man about middle-aged. His attire consisted of a formal black suit, with his dark black hair tightly pulled back away from his chiseled face. "Wanna bet?" His eyes darkened and his voice steadily grew full with rage. " What do you want?" he said, with a voice low and dangerous; meaning death.

" I would like you to join my clan. We could use your…skills. The Shinjuku Clan has been looking for a new assassin, since ours let slip and lost his life," Sakura frowned, " I had the idea that you could fill his place…seeing that you are very disciplined and well taught. You must be thankful for the brilliant trainer who had once taught you. What ever did happen to him?" Sakura smirked.

" He turned his back on his students and betrayed them!" Kenshin yelled, "of course you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Mind your mouth young assassin, or it will cost you your wife." Sakura countered.

Kenshin hesitated for a moment, "You're insane! I will NEVER join your clan!" His rage quickly came to a peak, "Why the hell did you bring Tomoe into this!"

" We figured that if we captured Tomoe, your lover, we would have your attention…and force you to join us. Besides, this is more fun," Sakura smirked. "Let me remind you of one thing, Battousai, if you don't join us you murder your own lover!" Tomoe tried to scream but was cut off when the man holding her, slammed his fist into her stomach. She slightly fell forward in the man's arms. Kenshin's heart stopped as he saw Tomoe's unconscious body, fall to the ground motionless and limp.

"Tomoe!" Kenshin yelled. His eyes turned to slits, and he instinctively went into battle stance. The assassin's right hand steadily hovered over the tsuka of his sword, preparing for battle.

His focus turned on three other men that came out from the darkness.

"I would've hoped you wouldn't do that, Kenshin." Sakura frowned, as he walked past the young assassin and left the alley.

The three men closed in on Kenshin and cornered him. Before the men could react, Kenshin had quickly jumped over them and landed in a crouching position; they were facing back to back. Kenshin made a quick turn to his right and slashed the man closest to him. The man fell to the ground with a cry of pain as his blood seeped into the ground. Kenshin attempted to make a back slash at the next man, but failed as he was knocked to the ground. One man went to make a lunge, but Kenshin adapted quickly by grabbing the man's wrists with both hands and pulled him hard forward. The man landed on his back unconscious. The thrust of Kenshin's sword into his enemies' gut ended his life in an instant. Kenshin pulled his sword out of the dead body, and gave it a quick flick to get off any strays of blood. The last and final man made a deep growl from the inside of his throat; an attempt of intimidation.

Over in the corner, Tomoe slowly gained consciousness. She opened her eyes, and quickly noted that Kenshin had just been struck in the face by the other man's fist. 'Kenshiiin!' Tomoe tried to yell but couldn't. When she saw a dead body next to her she felt as if she might be sick. But then she noticed the dead man's knife, discarded nearby. She carefully crawled towards it with some difficulty. But despite herself and the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she grasped the bloody knife. Silently, she maneuvered the knife back and forth, trying to cut the wire; all the while she watched Kenshin fighting viciously, with a terrified look on her face. When she finally cut her hands free, Tomoe started at her feet; frantically.

A few feet away, Kenshin was held in a tight chokehold. He used the handle of his sword and violently pushed it up into the man's throat. The enemies' grip loosened and Kenshin shrugged himself free. Out of anger and annoyance, the man threw a hard blow to Kenshin's face. Kenshin, who was unprepared for the attack, took the blow and fell to the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, but could not see anything; everything was blurry. ' What the…!' Kenshin's head lulled to the side.

Just then Tomoe broke free, "KENSHIN!" she ran past the large man, and made her way towards Kenshin.

Kenshin's view slowly came back to view; but everything was still too blurry. He noticed a figure coming towards him and quickly reacted. He jumped to his feet and quickly thrust his sword forward while leaning into the blow. He felt his sword reach its target, but then time froze as he heard a familiar voice. The voice gasped helplessly for air, as Kenshin felt his world fall apart in his hands. His eyes widened in fear as he and the figure fell to the ground.

"T…T..Tomoe!" He gasped. He had fallen on top of her limp form and felt around until his hands found her face. Kenshin's view cleared and the sight did not greet him. His wife had been struck in the stomach and her blood had been strewn all about her body. Her face was bruised, and there were markings on her wrists from where the wire had been. "….okami…?"

Tomoe lifted her right hand and stoked Kenshin's left cheek. "Anata….I'm…sorry."

"No, no baby….please don't leave me!" Kenshin's grip tightened on her arms as he pulled her into a fulfilling hug. Kenshins' stray locks of hair stuck to his face as it began to rain heavily.

"….I love you, my koi.." Tomoe slowly grabbed Kenshin's dagger and raised it to his left cheek. Kenshin's cheek pierced as she created an "X" shaped cut. Her hand fell to the ground, and Tomoe's head lulled to the side as her soul faded away from the world.

"T..TOMOE!" Kenshin kissed her lightly on the lips while his blood trickled down his face and to his chin. His blood lightly dotted Tomoe's pale skin as he picked her up in his arms and stood up. It took a few minutes for Kenshin to notice that the last fighter had disappeared, but he didn't care; he felt as if he wanted to fall off the face of the earth.

Slowly, Kenshin walked home with Tomoe's limp form in his arms. His black jacket lightly swayed in the wind and rain, as Kenshin walked through the darkness of the streets; disappearing into the darkness deep within his heart.

Read on to Chapter Two…