A/N: For those of you awaiting future updates to the original Keeping Balance I have noticed something I don't particularly like about it so it is being changed and improved. If you prefer the original version review and let me know! I hope you like the changes though ^_^
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Rurouni Kenshin! I only wish I did.
Warning: SaitouxKenshin, violence, torture, attempted rape, yaoi= MANSEX, and fowl language when my characters get pissed.
Summary: Kenshin Himura is an upstanding detective and single father. Everything seems to be going wonderfully until unusual things start to happen around him with the arrival of one Saitou Hajime. Will Kenshin be able to handle the new changes in his life or will he break under the pressure?
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It was a relatively cool night on the streets of New York. Kenshin Himura sighed in contentment as he took a sip of coffee. He was about 5'5 with long fiery red hair pulled into a high ponytail, and peculiar amber eyes. He was of lithe toned build, attired in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, black steel-toed boots, and a long black leather trench coat. He purchased a second cup and paid the vendor before walking over to his friend and partner, Sanosuke Sagara, giving him the second cup. Sanosuke was a tall young man reaching about 6'1, with dark brown spiky hair and equally dark brown eyes. He was of lean toned build, and attired in a white tank top, jeans, brown boots, and a blue jean jacket.
"Man I thought this day would never end," Sanosuke sighed.
"I'm just glad it ended well for once," Kenshin stated walking down the street.
They had taken down two warehouses that had been producing methamphetamine. Of course all who were there tried to resist arrest, but luckily no one was killed or critically injured on either side. He had only been on the force for three years but had moved up quickly in rank, and was now a detective at age twenty-one.
"Everybody's heading down to Hearts to celebrate, you comin?" Sanosuke asked.
"No I need to get home to Kenji," Kenshin stated.
"Alright be careful and tell him uncle Sano loves him," Sanosuke said waving for a cab.
"I will, take care Sano," Kenshin waved heading towards the park.
The park was huge, and a beautiful view from his apartment. Kenshin had been lucky to get a place so close to it. He was currently on the opposite side that his apartment was located, but he figured a little walk would help him relax, and save money, instead of taking a cab. A cold breeze swept through the park making Kenshin pull his coat more securely around him. Up a head one of the park lights flickered and then went out. Kenshin stopped for a moment feeling uneasy. He reached down and unclasped the holster that held his gun in place securely at his hip. Thinking for a moment he decided to go a head and turn the safety off as well. Feeling a bit more secure he continued on down the now darkened pathway.
"Hey there sweet thing. What's a pretty girl like you walking around all by yourself for?" A male voice slurred.
Kenshin stopped and turned to look at the speaker slowly with an arched brow. The man was a good bit taller than him, with a broad muscular frame. He had short spiked blond hair, and dark brown eyes. He was attired in a black tank top, blue jeans, and brown construction boots. The man was leaning against the busted light post with a mostly empty bottle of tequila dangling from his fingertips.
"The names Joe sexy. Wanna have some fun?" He slurred staggering towards him.
Kenshin rolled his eyes and started to walk forward again, but ran into a hard frame instead. This man was also taller than him, with a lean frame. He had shoulder length brown hair, and green eyes. He was attired in a blue t-shirt, black leather jacket, and black jeans. Black leather gauntlets adorned his hands, and he wore black steel-toed boots on his feet.
"Pay no attention to that drunken fool beautiful. I'm Stan, mind if I walk with you? It's dangerous out here this time of night," Stan stated with a friendly smile.
The man may not have been staggering drunk, but with the amount of Vodka Kenshin smelled on his breath, Stan was definitely not sober.
"Back off Stan I saw her first!" Joe slurred loudly.
Kenshin felt his eye twitch in annoyance, and was about to inform them that he was male when Stan swooped down and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Kenshin bit down on said tongue before punching Stan in the mouth sending him to the ground with a thud.
"Look you drunken idiots, I'll manage to overlook this because your drunk, but I suggest you go home and sleep it off," Kenshin growled.
Stan sat up and wiped the blood from his mouth and angry scowl on his face.
"You're a guy!" Joe slurred in disbelief before he started cracking up and pointing at Stan.
Stan stood up and brushed himself off before looking at Kenshin with a murderous glare.
"No hard feelings Stan," Kenshin drawled before steeping around him and continuing down the path.
"Dude! You just made out with another dude! I mean I said you were queer, but I was just jokin!" Joe howled with laughter.
"Shut the fuck up Joe!" Stan growled.
Kenshin ignored there bickering and kept walking until his shoulder was grabbed in a painfully hard grip.
"Fucking son-of-a-bitch! Your not gonna get away with humiliating me like that!" Stan growled.
"Let. Go. Now." Kenshin ordered running out of patience.
Stan spun Kenshin around and tried to hit him but Kenshin easily dodged to the side and turned quickly, catching Stan in the back of the head with a roundhouse kick. Stan groaned from the ground as Kenshin un-holstered his gun and pointed it down at him.
"You're under arrest for public intoxication, and attempted assault on an officer," Kenshin stated calmly, "put your hands on your head and turn around"
"You're a fucking cop!" Stan spluttered spitting blood out of his mouth.
"Yes now put your hands-," Kenshin didn't get to finish as something shattered against the side of his head.
The world spun around him as he crumpled to the ground. He looked up blurrily at Joe holding the remainder of what used to be a tequila bottle.
"Come on man lets go!" Joe shouted sounding much more sober.
Kenshin rolled over onto all fours trying to ignore the pain in his head, and the blood pouring down the side of his face. He took a deep breath and tried to rise, only to cry out as a steel-toed boot rammed into the already injured side of his head. His body rolled with the force of the kick before landing once again on the concrete walkway.
"How does it feel you stupid bastard!" Stan raged before kicking him in the stomach.
Kenshin rolled again and wheezed as the wind was knocked out of him. He clutched his stomach and tried again to rise only to be sent across the ground with another kick this time to the ribs.
"Come on man! Stop playing kick the cop and lets go!" Joe shouted looking around wildly.
"You really shouldn't make yourself look like a woman if you're a man. You see it gives the guys the impression you wanna be fucked by them," Stan sneered delivering another kick to the ribs.
Spots danced before his eyes and he gasped in air only to wheeze it out because it hurt to breath. He struggled up onto his knees swaying as the world seemed to do around him. Stan knelt down and grabbed his chin in a punishing grip forcing him to meet his eyes.
"If you really insist on looking like a woman lets see how you handle being treated like one," Stan leered taking his lips in rough kiss.
Kenshin had no choice but to open his mouth as his bottom lip was bitten savagely. He gagged at the taste of blood and vodka Stan's tongue carried over to his.
"Man what are you doing!" Joe shouted grabbing Stan's shoulder.
"Teaching this prick a lesson he won't ever forget. Hold him down," Stan ordered shrugging off his jacket.
"No fucking way! Have you lost your mind?" Joe ranted trying to pull Stan to his feet.
"Look this fucking pig humiliated me and I'm just returning the favor. Now hold him down," Stan snarled.
"No. I ain't gonna be a part of this fucked up shit. I'm gone," Joe stated taking off into the darkness.
"Pansy assed son-of-a-bitch," Stan shouted backhanding Kenshin across the jaw before wrestling him face down on the ground.
He straddled the back of Kenshin's thighs before grabbing his hair at the base of his skull and jerking him up slightly.
"Bet you're used to this sort of thing fucking queer," Stan hissed in his ear before licking it.
"Get off!" Kenshin gasped out.
"Already begging for it? Little faggot slut, I'll give you what you want, but you owe me," Stan sneered jerking the band out of Kenshin's hair before shoving his face in the dirt.
"Now you look just like a woman. Weak, defenseless, and on all fours like a bitch in heat," Stan laughed maliciously bending over Kenshin and grinding against his ass.
"Get off of me you fucking bastard!" Kenshin growled struggling beneath Stan's weight.
"Ooh getting impatient slut?" Stan chuckled reaching around undoing Kenshin's belt.
Kenshin struggled wildly, but Stan was heavy and wouldn't budge. His arms were pinned under his chest, but he couldn't get enough room to push up and knock the man off of him. He started to panic when his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped.
"Well it won't be a pussy, but a hole's a hole," Stan laughed leaning back slightly to undo his own pants.
Stan finally fucked up and Kenshin used all his strength pushing himself off the ground and flinging his head back to smash against Stan's face. Stan let out a shout at the surprised pain before he fell backwards. Kenshin struggled to his feet and ran. Or at least he meant to, but the throbbing of his skull made the world darken and teeter dangerously with every step. The pain in his ribs prevented him from taking in enough air making him even dizzier, so he staggered badly.
"Help! Someone help me!" Kenshin shouted, more from the pain in his ribs than to make him self heard.
He heard an ominous clicking sound behind him and spun around almost vomiting with the nausea it caused him. BANG! The sound was deafeningly loud and he screamed as fire ripped through his shoulder, the force of the shot sending him once more to the ground.
"You dropped this earlier. Thought I'd be a Good Samaritan and give it back to you," Stan growled towering over him and aiming his own gun at his head.
Kenshin said a quick prayer for his son as the gun was cocked again. He closed his eyes tightly only to have them fly open at the sound of an echoing howl followed by Stan's scream of agony. His vision was horribly distorted due to the trauma his head had taken so he could only make out a huge black blur. Taking another different colored blur to the ground. He could make out the vicious growls of what could only be a large animal, and then a wet sounding gargled scream. Then there was silence. Kenshin struggled to a sitting position clutching at his shoulder as blood gushed from it. He jerked away violently when he felt a hand grab his good arm.
"It's alright. You are not in danger anymore," said a smooth hauntingly dark voice.
Kenshin tried to make his vision focus only having it clear on sharp amber eyes.
"Be careful…there's…something…" Kenshin slurred before the darkness swallowed him.
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Saitou stared in shock at the luminescent amber eyes staring into his own. His gaze immediately traveled to the mane of wild fiery red hair that flowed down to the man's hips. He never thought in the centuries of his existence that he would ever see this man again. He caught his rivals body as it went limp only catching a few slurred words before those amber eyes, that seemed to always glow, rolled into the back of his head and closed. Saitou recovered from his shock and took in the many injuries Kenshin had sustained. Blood poured from a gash just above his right temple, and from the small scrapes the left side of his face received when it slid against concrete. The right side of his face was already darkening in what would become a nasty bruise. Kenshin was gasping and wheezing from busted lips, most likely because of broken ribs. The worst of the injuries that Saitou could see was the bullet wound that was gushing blood badly. He hoped the bullet hadn't nicked an artery.
"You always were a pain in the ass Himura," Saitou stated picking him up bridle style, before heading towards his black Ferrari.
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A/N: And thus the revising has begun. I was reading over the original and several things popped into my head that would make the story better and less hurried. So It's basically the same, but with minor changes to fit what I have planned. ^_^ Please review and tell me what you think. If the original is liked better than let me know.
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