Description: Within the Last episode of hakuoki season 2. This is an alternate version of Hakuouki continuation beginning from the scene where Hijikata fights kazama after escaping from the battlefield at the brink of death.

Pairings: Hijikata & Kazama

Disclaimer: Hakuouki and its characters do not belong to me. They belong to dearest Akatsuki Kaori sensei. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no rights reserved.

Plot: In this version, the relationship between Hijikata and Chizuru never escalades to what happened in the original plot and the other members of the shinsengumi are still alive excluding Isami kondou, the ex-commander of the shinsengumi. After Hijikata gets shot, he commands chizuru to run to safety and she complies while he seeks refuge within the cluster of Sakura trees; where Kazama finds him.

Okee. Here we go. This is my first fic so pardon any absolute wrongness xD. Enjoy this insight to my imagination…where I NEED our two hotties to be pining for eachother at the end. Muahahahha ^.^

CHAPTER 1-moon dance

The moon shone down at the scene unfolding before it as the two figures glared at eachother underneath a family of sakura trees. Graceful faces withholding no mirth as if this night only was their last chance to determine the stronger of the two. Midnight dark hair danced softly caressed by pink petals gently embracing the sculpted face of the commander of the Shinsengumi. Lips stained red with blood uttering a painful gasp as his abdomen bled profusely displaying a tell-tale fatal mishap. Even in pain, his slender fingers never left the hilt of his katana, as he stood up tall, lavender eyes watching his opponent for any signs of weakness. But no, this Oni never showed such signs. For he was the epitome of the royal blooded mythical being known for their cold-bloodedness and unmistakable strength combined with powerful healing abilities. This particular Oni known as Kazama Chikage, despite being arrogant and cynical was not entirely cold-blooded but was like a ghost; wondering aimlessly, relying only on his survival instincts which where etching him on, seeking a mate. A female bearing the oni blood; one he had surprisingly found in the midst of the Shinsengumi and in particular, under the protection of the human standing right in front of him; with whom he longed to engage in a Fight to the Death knowing he was different from the hundreds of men he had defeated…. ohh.. soo easily. Was it purely coincidental that what he sought was being guarded by this man?

He didn't know the answer to that question but he definitely knew that he yearned for the pleasure and pain which could only be achieved during fights and the utmost bliss one got from striking down a worthy prey and now….he had found his prey. He knew, this man…..Hijikata Toushirou, would fight to protect his underlings and would not go down without a fight.

Hijikata had proven this so many times, during which Kazama had abducted his chosen female conquest; Chizuru Yukimura and was surprised by Hijikata's actions as he ingested ochimizu; a potion developed by Koudou Yukimura under the Bakufu's order, giving the user the ability of extreme regeneration. However, it came with side-effects of bloodthirstiness and a transformation into a demonic state similar to Oni.

Unlike the true Oni, those who ingested this potion and survived the transformation were known as Rasetsu and found that they experienced fatal weakness after every transformation. Kazama fuelled by pride, longed to prove that Hijikata could never become half of what he was; a true Oni. He had found an opponent worthwhile and planned to enjoy this to his maximum satisfaction. Why…. you may ask. The truth was that…Kazama yearned to feel alive.

After living a long insignificant life, wherein he watched the wars and cruelty of the silly puny humans who never failed to amuse him with their animalistic ways of living. He believed that betrayal of ones kin was a sin punishable by a means worse than death and yet the humans betrayed their kind time after time leading to meaningless bloodshed in this Bakufu era, the age of the Samurai.

He had found one man who could lay his life down for his kin. After living for so long, he needed this. This rush that could only be achieved in a fight with this man, whose eyes blazed with determination. 'Maybe, just maybe I would finally find oblivion tonight', these thoughts raced through his mind filling him with anticipation.

"I see you are alive" he smiled eyeing the injured human.

Silence graced the night for what seemed like hours to the two figures as the wind whispered whispering softly swaying past the Oni; silky straw-blond hair rustling across his face as his deep wine-red eyes refused to leave that of his prey.

"I didn't expect to see you here" Hijikata's voice pierced the silence as the sharp edge of his blade, unsheathed and ready to strike, glinted in the moonlight as he stood straight and tall with poise.

"You Rasetsu eat away at your life the more you fight, in the end you are just a replica" his lips and wine-red eyes never failing to hide the mockery and unspoken mirth fanning his features.

"Replica you say….." Hijikata only but spat out the word "I will defeat you and live on" he growled, within a second long silky dark hair morphed into white contrasting his blood-red eyes and bloody lips against pale-white skin. Kazama's features transformed immediately, red eyes morphing into a golden-yellow hue with dark demonic slits and twin horns resting above his forehead completing the alteration and within seconds the sound of clashing blades exploded. The two men moved gracefully trading lightning speed slashes almost impossible to follow, which only ended up being blocked by the others' blade. After a continuous repeat of furious, swift attacks and blocks, the two men ended up in a blade-lock.

"You're just a fake, know your place!" He moved swiftly slashing at Hijikata's arm before executing a roundhouse kick. The alleged man side-stepped while blocking the attack but didn't foresee the incoming kick which ended up at his abdomen. Within seconds he crashed against one of the Sakura trees with full force, smashing his back and landing with a painful grunt. Blood slid down his forehead, his back aching dangerously as he attempted to stand; stabbing his sword deep in the damp earth utilizing this as an aid to rise as he glared through deep red eyes half covered with the similarly coloured fluid. "Are you angry …at ….what I am because …I…..a human may surpass you?" he groaned ..each word pronounced slurred, in-between panting puffs.

Kazama stared at the slouched human, eyes emotionless but Hijikata could swear he saw something else in those cold depths…pain….interest?

After what seemed like hours, the Oni lowered his katana, lithe form striding towards the panting figure purposefully. Hijikita eyed the demon as he approached, within a blink of an eye he felt warm fingers wrapped around his throat, pushing hard forcing his head upwards. "Ah….h hah" he gasped through each strangled breath a little surprised. Kazama slammed him back, up against the tree pondering over ending this duel and the words the man currently glaring at him had said to him. "I could kill you right now".

Kazama stared into the Samurai's eyes and knew that this man was not like others, at that moment he admired his will and determination when faced with danger and…..also how he always protected his underlings with all his strength. A bit annoying he'd say…..but overall, a promising opponent.

"ghh…ha...won't …go down ….easily.." he managed, groaning lightly, as he pulled his right knee upwards jabbing it hard against tender flesh in-between his opponents' legs earning a surprised pained grunt as kazama retreated barely dodging a deadly slash across his chest. Bellowing, his fingers trailed up his chest touching the dripping blood in a manner uncomprehending of what just occurred. "hmph I see…" he glanced upwards at the fleeting petals slightly smirking. He purred, "It would be my pleasure to make sure .y.." before he could complete his sentence, a loud thud forced his attention back to his opponent . Inches away lay Hijikata, sprawled with his face buried sideways onto the green grass; sweat glistening on his pale forehead.

"hmnn…" the demon purred huskily walking up to the unmoving figure. "Did I overdo it…" he grunted staring ahead emptily not sure what to make of the situation. He knew that the exhausted Samurai was not up to par with him at the moment due to the injury he sustained at the battlefield which he had watched from afar with disinterest. A sharp noise interrupted his thoughts, followed by gunshots and men panting and the clash of blades.

'Ugh measly humans and their battles…' he grimaced as he turned into the thick forest walking away. …...Or ….so he thought…as he glanced back to the unconscious body. "It would… be a waste." He muttered to himself… trying to excuse his next action. Crouching down he pressed two fingers against the human's neck, finding what he was searching for he picked the unconscious body up placing him over his shoulder ever so easily before disappearing into the night.

-end

Pheww..that was fun ..…Hopefully you guys like it PLEASE post a REVIEW on YOUR THOUGHTS. It would give me encouragement that some people give a s**t ...this will help me continue on a few more creative delicious scenes. ;D ideas on next scene appreciated too. tnx