Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni
Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N. Watsuki/Shueisha *
Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics Created by Chiruken (me) and Miko were written for the sole purpose
of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
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RPG Collaboration Between Chiruken and Miko/Rurouni Angel
Warnings: Alternate Pairing, Alternate Universe, Lemons, Violence and Bad
Language.
Consider yourself Warned…
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Demonic Desires
Chapter 1
Betrayed
Fear.
Uncertainty. Pain. The emotions assailed her as she was pushed through a
non-descript door, her eyes blinking owlishly at the sudden change of light,
her senses reeling from the assault bombarding her as she stumbled, staggered
and bit back a cry of pain when her arms were wrenched brutally, pulling her
upright. She stood trembling, staring, trying not to breathe as her sensitive
sense of smell was attacked immediately by odors that threatened to make her
gag. The place reeked. The scent of unwashed bodies, their sweat mingling with
cheap whiskey soaked into the floor beneath her bare feet, cigarette smoke
hanging in a bluish grey haze around her head, and a heavy scent she couldn't
name, but one that called to her, sang to her, hypnotized her and that was new
to her and was the most over-powering sweet, metallic, delicious scent she'd
ever smelled before and it made her mouth water with a hunger and thirst that
threatened to send her into a spiral of madness as her throat suddenly ached
with the need to taste the sweetness of the liquid, to feel the wetness of it
sliding down her throat. Empowering her with the power that was hers by all
rights.
However, that power was forever denied to her by a pathetic quirk of fate and
she was forced to watch others as they indulged in the simple pleasure of
drinking, tormenting her, teasing her as her lips parted, her eyes silently
begging, and she could do no more that watch each and every time a glass was
raised to the lips of another. Her eyes followed the movements, stared,
mesmerized, as the glasses rose, the thick, red, sweet, warm liquid sloshing
with the movement as cruel lips curved upwards into smirks of knowing mockery,
pursing as the glass was placed against them, tipped back, the ruby drops sliding
forward, splashing against the lips of the drinkers, sliding over, passed them,
their throats working as they swallowed before slowly, agonizingly slowly, they
lowered the glass again to stare at her over the rim. She licked her lips,
feeling how parched her throat was, how it constricted, the thirst beating at
her with painful force as she watched as the thickness smeared the glass as it
was set back down and simply forgotten. Eyes, dark and mysterious, mocking,
taunting, laughing at her and her plight, reminding her painfully that she was
lower than those around her, that her class was only allowed the
privilege of drinking if another of a higher class was generous enough to share
it with her.
She was suddenly, abruptly, yanked out of her musings and reminded painfully of
why she was in this terrible, awful, and oh so tempting place to begin with.
She really hated reality and all its ugliness. In that moment she truly
regretted the circumstances that had led to her downfall, though in the back of
her mind she also knew that she'd never change it, would never go back and deny
it, that she would do it all over again even knowing what would come from her
willful lack of common sense and decorum. It was worth every torment, every
mocking glance, every moment of terror. Yet…even so, she still regretted it,
but only in a small corner of her mind where she knew her uncertain future was
going to be one nightmare after another and she wished with all her heart that
she'd been able to say the one word that would have been able to save her from
this horrible, terrible, frightening situation. It was a simple word, one
syllable, two letters. She'd been given the chance and she'd scoffed, turning
her back on the reality that had been spelled out for her, choosing to ignore
the little voice in her mind that screamed caution and when she'd opened her
mouth she hadn't been able to say that one simple little word, her throat
constricting, holding in the two lettered word. She hadn't said it, she'd
denied it, and now she was suffering the consequences. She should have said no.
Ugly, blunt, cruel features suddenly pushed into her view and she fought the
urge to cringe back as a grubby, filthy, rough hand rose up and stroked against
the curve of her cheek. She held her breath, bit the inside of her cheek to
hold in the words resting on the tip of her tongue, words that would bring pain
to her already aching body. She longed to scream at the ugly little man, to
tell him to stop touching her, to keep his filthy hands to himself, but instead
she bit down harder on the inside of her cheek and forced her eyes to go
unfocused as she fought to ignore the man and his rotten breath and the thick
fingers groping at her beneath the rough cloak she wore. He smiled, a grotesque
parody of a cheerful expression, revealing uneven, yellowed, rotting teeth.
"Ready to be sold, pretty?" His voice was like an oil slick,
insidious, filled with loathing, hatred, and so rough and ugly that it matched
the rest of his pig-like features perfectly. He really was a disgusting
specimen.
Her arms were jerked roughly as the harsh fibers of rough-hewn ropes were
ripped away from her swollen and red wrists, the raw flesh screaming in agony
as circulation began to return with painful suddenness. Swallowing hard she could
only stare straight ahead, holding the last shreds of her dignity around her as
an impenetrable shroud, armor against the ordeal that awaited her in just a few
short minutes, her wrists throbbing, the raw flesh bleeding, her fingers numb
and tingling with tiny pricks of needles as feeling rapidly rushed back into
them. Her relief was short-lived as chains were clamped around her wrists in
place of the crude ropes and she was pulled forward, through the thick crowd,
their eyes following her, assessing, mocking, pitying, until the front of the
crowded room came into view and she could feel her heart sink to her toes as
she saw the raised dais, held up in a place of honor overlooking the rest of
the smoky, stinking, disgusting room where in the center a block stood with
large iron rings embedded into the thick wood, awaiting her. It was there that
she was being led, to the stage with the block and the iron rings and that was
where her fate would be decided as she was put on display before every single
person filling the crowded and dim room. It was to that terrifying block that
she was led by the ugly, grotesque and mocking little fat man with tiny
pig-like eyes and a flat snout to match. Off to the side, another man, just as
ugly, though not outwardly so, stood staring at her with stony features and a
curl to his lip that spoke eloquently of his disgust. He was the reason why she
was in this horrible place, being led around like an animal, put on display for
everyone to stare at and whisper about and speculate about. He was the one who
had started this hellish nightmare she was now living. She met his gaze
directly, without fear and gritted her teeth as she forced a smile to her lips
stiff with fear and hatred. Staring at him fearlessly and defiantly she ignored
the slowly quieting crowd surrounding them and opened her mouth for one, final,
parting shot to the man who had condemned her to this disgracing entrance into
her new class. "Hello father." She bit out in a falsely sweet voice,
her eyes filled with every ounce of hatred she held towards the man who had
decreed her too sullied, too dishonored, to stand being around her and
therefore she had to go.
His features twisted with rage, his eyes narrowing to glittering slits as his
lips pulled back into a snarl. She held her body stiffly to hide the trembling
in her limbs, the way her legs shook so much that she feared they would
completely give out and dump her into a heap on the filthy floor at his feet, a
quivering mass of terrified flesh as he towered over her, gigantic in his
terrible, terrible anger. She flinched when his arm rose, his elegantly
manicured hand swinging towards her. Tears blurred her vision as her head
snapped to the side with the force of the blow, the chains all that held her
upright rather than sprawling in a heap upon the floor at his feet as he
brought his hand back to backhand her, snapping her head back the other way.
Her small body rocked from the force of the brutal blow as she fought to clear
her vision of the stars that had formed, stunning her and making her ears ring.
Tasting blood in her mouth she forced her bruised lips to curve upwards into a
mocking smirk, a thin trickle of blood forming at the corner of her mouth.
Meeting his gaze directly, she allowed her smile to widen as she licked away
the tiny drops of blood and marveled at how sweet it tasted, how even that
small amount fired a small, dormant power deep within her and made her crave
even more.
He smirked knowingly and backed away from her with a mocking bow. "Drink
it up, bitch." He raised his hand and pointed with one long, elegant finger
directly at her and her eyes almost crossed as she focused briefly on the
digit. "For whore's like you that is the only way you'll ever get fed." She
blinked back the sting of tears his cruel words brought to her eyes. The sense
of betrayal was strong within her as he turned his back on her and strode away
towards his seat off to the side of the raised dais where he would watch over
the proceedings with a critical and disgusted eye. She had brought dishonor to
the family name and this was the only way to correct what she'd done. By
denying her existence he could salvage the family's position amongst their
peers and without her presence as a constant reminder, he could begin to forget
his carefully laid plans for her future. He was angrier, she knew, because she
had foiled his plans to gain more political power and wealth by marrying her
off to one of the lord's of high ranking that sniffed around after her with
disgusting frequency. She had been cursed with looks and a certain amount of
charm and in her father's eyes that meant her value had increased and he would
use that to his advantage. However, after what she'd done, he couldn't keep her
around as a reminder of his failed hopes and dreams for a soft and cushy future
for himself by forcing her into the marriage bed of some old degenerate with
too much money and too little common sense. She was better off this way. At
least, that's what she kept telling herself.
She stared at his retreating back for a moment before turning away. She
wouldn't look back. She refused to live in the past and dwell on regrets. Her
life as she knew it was over and all that was left to her was make the best of
the situation. She vowed to forget about her family and the way they'd cast her
out, treated her as if she were dirt beneath their feet. She would be happy
that she never had to look at them again and see the way their lips would curl
as they stared through her, speaking of honor and how she'd fallen so far into
disgrace that it would take centuries just to clean up the mess she'd made. She
didn't want to care about any of that, but it still hurt to know that she'd
meant nothing to them at all beyond a means to and end and that their love had
never existed even though she'd yearned for it her entire life and had deluded
herself at times into believing that it was there, just beneath the surface.
Instead of looking at her father where he sat with his manicured fingers
wrapped around a glass of the warm, nourishing liquid forever denied to her
now, she focused instead on the knife that was waved in front of her face by
the ugly little man who was currently smirking at her. She gasped in horrified
shock at the sound of her clothing being cut away, the material ripped from her
body roughly, disgusting hands groping here and there before she could do much
more than blink in surprise. She stared at the remnants of her cloak where it
lay on the floor at her feet, her body exposed for all to see. The little man
with the ugly teeth and stinking breath turned to look at her father. From the
corner of her eye she saw him nod.
The man grabbed her arm as he laughed, dragging her up onto the block where he
laced the ends of her chains through the iron rings to hold her in place. She
thought it rather stupid on his part. After all, what could she possibly do?
She was surrounded by people who would love the opportunity to beat her into
submission and put her in her place. Escape was not an option and the chains
were redundant. The little pig man suddenly laughed. "Let the bidding begin!"
He shouted gleefully as he moved behind the podium set up to the side of the
block she was standing on, chain to, over looking the crowd staring up at her
assessing. She was now officially on sale, the public sale beginning with the
sound of the gavel hitting wood signally the beginning of the public auction
where she was to be sold to the highest bidder.
~*~To Be Continued…~*~
Page Total:: 6
Word Count:: 2432
Started On:: 1/18/04
Finished On:: 1/20/04
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