So people, I would like you to know that this is an AU. If you don't like 'em, don't read it.

This is my third fic for this series, so please be a little bit nice.

She was gonna kill Misao. Later. Right now, she had to deal with the red head sitting in front of her.

He didn't even seem human. No one can look that delicious in a simple pair of black pants and black tee. Nobody. No should have such perfect looks and money to boot.

Why was she with this god?

Misao had dragged her and Megumi to go clubbing with Megumi's Boyfriend, Sano, and his best buddies.

Of course, Misao, with her social-butterfly-ness, had hit off almost immediately with her 'Ice-block-sama' (a.k.a Aoshi). From the looks of it, 'Ice-block-sama' could actually dance and even had a smile.

Sano and Megumi were obviously together. She couldn't even see them anywhere.

She knew she would be a third-wheel. Just as she knew that they had somehow set her up with someone they approved.

Her last boyfriend, at eighteen, had cheated on her. She hadn't had another one after that.

So here she was, a sophisticated 23-year old that taught 13-year olds, sitting in the club booth trying not to stare at the red head sitting in front of her that was seemingly burning holes into her with his golden-eyed gaze. She hadn't even caught his name; Sano had been in such a hurry to 'steal' Megumi.

She looked behind her to see what beautiful girl had caught his attention that he was so intently staring at. Surprisingly, there was no one. Well, no one but the guys who had their heads turned in her direction.

Growling to herself slightly, she tried pulling down the scrap of fabric Misao had called a 'shirt'. While she was attempting to pull that one down, she also attempted to pull down the other atrocity Misao had the audacity to call a 'skirt' down as well. Never was she going clubbing again in such revealing clothes. She wasn't even dancing!

When she had come home on Saturday night from her laundry (she couldn't afford a washer for herself yet) and grocery for the week, she didn't expect to see Misao waiting to ambush her with 'clothes' and make-up, insisting on dragging her to … wherever she was.

But back to the delicious looking red head.

He was obviously staring at her. Why? As of yet, she didn't know. It was probably the clothes that showed off far too much skin.

She wanted to dance. She might as well enjoy her night if she was going to be stuck here.

Moving towards the center of the floor, she lost herself in the music until she felt a pair of hands on her waist, the body behind her dancing, letting her lead, even adding in a few of his own moves. She decided she could continue dancing.

When the song ended, the pair of hands were still on her waist, drawing her closer to his hard chest. Slowly turning around to see her 'captor', she froze.

The red head from the table was staring at her from his twin pools of hot glittering gold.

Leaning down closer to her ear, he whispered "I am Kenshin."

I italicize too much, don't I?

Unless I get some ideas and feedback, this'll probably stay a one-shot.

So yeah.

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