This is my first attempt at a fan fiction, and I would love to get some criticism from my readers!

I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while now, so it feels good to finally get it written down. I don't know how long it is going to be yet, but I'm not finished at once with it so it'll probably stretch through a few chapters.

It is rated M just to be sure.

Blood Bound

"Are you sure this is the right one?" Clear eyes lifted from a profile to watch the person sitting at the other side of the table.

"Are you questioning me?" The way the silky voice took on a little harder note was enough to carry across the threat.

"No, I am questioning the sources for this information." Was the careful answer, eyes turned back down to study the content and re-analyze the ink formed in letters. "It just seems highly unlikely, and it is human to make minor mistakes."

The employer raised a brow at the employee. "Do not worry, it has been re-confirmed by more than I care to know, and this source has always been very reliable." A white gloved hand leaned over and pointed at a picture. "Don't let looks deceive you; the ugliness is always hidden underneath the skin."

"It will be taken care of, Boss." A chair was shoved backward as a warm body stood up and collected the files.

"You continue to astonish me, my little Angel." Boss chuckled. "A body worthy of a goddess, yet your heart can make the Atlantic ice melt in shame."

Beautiful curved lips parted to voice a thank you and a last reassurance that the job would be taken care of.

A delicate hand paused at the door handle when a voice called after her. "Remember, it is very important that he is shadowed at all times, find out as much as possible about him and everything concerning him. Make sure no one discovers what is written on those papers, I want them memorized and burned."

The silence following the words was only interrupted by the almost unnoticeable whoosh of a door closing.


A pair of white Nike shoes hurried down the crammed sidewalk, fighting their way unnoticed against the bodies flowing over into the lane.

"Watch it bitch!" A deep male bass sounded angrily from behind him.

A defeated sigh escaped pale lips at the mix-up in gender. It happened quiet often that he was confused for a female.

Choosing to ignore the comment, the Nike's hurried on in hopes of racing his transportation home to the bus stop.

Tugging the red and black quicksilver backpack higher on a sleeved shoulder, a pair of extraordinary eyes quickly scanned the approaching scene, and a light sigh of relief passed over smiling lips when it was clear that by all the people there, the bus had yet to arrive.

Slowing from hurried to normal walk, callous hands searched through dark worn jean pockets, and tightened victoriously around the 5 dollar bill he would soon hand the bus driver.

The bus soon arrived an the chaos began as everyone were elbowing their way toward the door in hopes of getting in fast and snatching a good seat, or any seat at all.

Fifteen minutes later the Nike shoes left the bus and headed toward a row of houses, they stepped onto the 'Welcome' mat in front of the last one, and a tan hand was lifted by a wiry arm and the sound of someone knocking on a door rang through the dirty white house.

A few seconds later the lock on the door clicked and the door was ripped open.

"Knock knock."

The tall brunette standing in the doorway gave the shorted man standing in front of him a weird look before carrying on. "Who's there?"

"Ken."

"Ken who?"

"Ken you get a doorbell?"

"Ha ha." The brunette rolled his eyes. "You came up with that one all by yourself?"

"Come on Sano! I was bored on the bus and you really do need a doorbell!" The Nike shoes were pulled of as the one named Sano closed the door and the discussion was carried on further into the two storey row house.

Searching eyes took in all the details on the house and the street, as well as appearances of the owner of the house her assignment had walked into.

Watching as they appeared in a window on the second floor in what seemed to be a living room, a pair of eyes never left the smaller of the two people inside as the two boys laughed and watched TV while they both had a plate of food in their laps.

The basic information ran through her head as she watched the smaller one of them.

Himura Kenshin. Born 3:16 pm the 17th September in 1987: 18 years of age, turning 19 in three months. 167 cm tall. Blood-type O+. Right handed. Trained kenjutsu since the age of 4 and was the national champion in his age group for four years straight, pro snowboarder. Always been very smart and gets top scores in school, but is now taking a year off.

He grew up in this exact street before his parents died when he was 14, documented reason was car crash, and the bodies were too torn apart to prove anything else. Left to live with a distant relative for four years, before he came back and is currently crashing in the house in front of her: Cherry Lane 26B. Owner Sagara Sanosuke.

Rosy lips curved slightly to reveal deadly sharp fangs. The soul piercing sapphire eyes continued to analyze the younger of the two men.

She did not show the slightest surprise or startlement as red bangs fell into a pair of eyes. One violet and one amber seemed to look straight through her, as if she was not there.

The smile turned into a playful grin as a musical laugh rose from the female. "You're mine, Himura. You just don't know it yet."


"Don't forget the beer!" Was barely heard as the man was at the other side of the house on the second floor, lazing in his bed even though it was nearing 2 pm on a Saturday afternoon.

Kenshin laughed heartily at the reminder. "I will buy you some beer, if there is some left over money when I've gotten everything I need." He called back before closing the door and making his way down the sidewalk.

Closing his eyes in bliss as a gentle breeze caressed his face, he started making his way toward the nearest grocery store that was a two minutes walk away.

Everything still felt so familiar, it was like he had been gone four weeks, not years. Still he could walk around blindfolded without a problem.

Watching as the few cars drove past and the people passing him on the peaceful street he could not help but feel that he did not belong here. Ever since his parents died he had been restless, always feeling the urge to get up and do something. Coming back had been an attempt at finding peace and a sense of belonging.

As he walked by a small red Peugeot 107, his reflection stared back at him shamelessly. He knew he had exotic traits. His long red hair pulled back high on the back of his head by a rubber band, and his hard body was naturally tanned. But mostly people were quick to comment on his eyes.

His father was half Irish and half Norwegian. Thus explaining his outstanding red hair. His mother was American, a brunette with the most beautiful violet-blue eyes.

He had his fathers crimson hair, and his right eye was definitively a gift from his mother. But no one ever understood why his left eye reminded them of the rich flavor of fresh honey.

When he was younger the other kids had often been scared of him and called him a freak, a monster. He was different with his strange fantasy like eyes. Over the years that had changed though. Now they were considered hot, they made him look dangerous. Girls seemed to love his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

A gentle voice spoke from behind.

He twisted his head to get a better look at the girl who pulled him out of his thoughts. She wore a white V-neck top that revealed a line of her tummy and dark blue, almost navy knee length shorts along with black Converse shoes.

"Could you point me in the direction of the closest grocery store?" Her voice seemed to send electrifying jolts down his back.

"I'm on my way there now, so if you want I could walk with you?" The words came on their own, his brain shut down and went on autopilot a few seconds when he first saw her. She was eye candy, but far from the prettiest girl he had seen. Yet there was something about her that instantly attracted him.

She smiled prettily at him and accepted his offer. They walked together for a while in silence before Kenshin got the power to his brain back and he started up a small conversation.

She told him she was visiting a friend who lived in the neighborhood for a while, her friend was not home and she had gotten a craving for something containing sugar so she left to track down a store. He learned that her name was Kamiya Kaoru and she was a year older than him, having just turned 20 a few weeks ago.

He could not stop smiling as her crystal azure eyes rolled over his form. And his breath hitched in his throat as he watched from the corner of his eyes when her gaze locked onto his lips.

Once they arrived at the store she followed him around as he hunted down all the items they were lacking, and he helped her pick out the best ice cream.

Once they both paid they started on the way home, talking and laughing so the distance seemed much shorter than it usually was. "Well, thanks for showing me as well as staying with me, I had fun." She grinned at him and he felt a sinking feeling as she turned around to continue down the sidewalk.

"Wait!" He called after her. She stopped and turned around, her eyes patient and her smile encouraging him to continue. "Eh..." Why had he called her? Panic swelled up in his throat at the thought of making a fool out of himself in front of her. So he asked the first thing that came to mind. "Where do you live?"

He felt like smashing his head against the mailbox at words that had left his mouth, but she didn't seem to mind or think it weird so he rid himself of those thoughts and waited for her answer.

"Not far, if I just keep walking straight ahead I'll be there in a minute or so." She smiled at him and winked flirtatiously. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again." She turned around once again and walked away.

"Yeah, I'll see you soon!" He shouted and stared after her a little while before returning back inside the house to his beer deprived friend.

Setting up her phase a bit as she walked alone, she went through what had happened and started calculating her next move. Feeling the corners of her lips tilt upward, she paid the needle like teeth no mind as they glistered in the sun, available for anyone who looked to stare at in disbelief.

"Yes, I'll see you very soon."


Well, the first chapter is up, I don't know when the next will be up but I hope it wont be too far into the future.

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