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Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Title:???
Status: Up for grabs but only because I can't figure out how it ends. May come back to it someday
Summary: Take a depressed female Kenshin after the war. Add large amounts of sake and stir. Who knows what could happen.
Preview
The young red-haired woman sighed as she downed another saucer of sake and placed the now empty cup with the others. She had acquired quite the stack. The war was over, for all the good it did her. Why hadn't she listened to Shishou when he told her not to go?
A sad expression crossed Kenshin's face. Right, she had been young, naïve, and absolutely positive she was right and he was wrong. At least she had done one thing right. No one would be looking for Hitokiri Battousai here. It had been hard enough getting the Ishin to accept her without the matter of her gender. That was why she had bound her breasts flat and pretended to be a boy.
The former hitokiri almost smiled as she remembered Katsura's reaction when she had confessed her true gender. The commander's look had been priceless. Afterwards he had cautioned her to continue the façade, that way she would be able to start over when the fighting was done.
Slender fingers slid over the smooth material of her outfit. It had actually been a gift from Katsura, given despite her protests. He had said every young woman needed a kimono, no matter who they were.
Violet eyes blinked, trying to regain their focus. Kenshin was starting to think she had had a bit too much to drink. Her ki sense alerted her to an approaching presence even before the door opened. It seemed familiar somehow, but her fuzzy mind couldn't place it.
A male figure staggered into the room and immediately ordered a round. It was obvious he wasn't exactly sober either. He downed the alcohol quickly before turning to Kenshin, and the wolf-like gold eyes met hers.
The next morning Kenshin awakened with the distinct feeling that something was wrong. There was a warm figure draped around her, not to mention she was naked. Cringing, the swordswoman turned to face the other only to have her breath catch in her throat.
It was Hajime Saito. This situation could not possibly get any worse. Almost in response to her thoughts the figure stirred slightly. Kenshin just held her breath and prayed. It seemed someone was looking out for her because he simply turned over and went back to sleep.
The ex-hitokiri didn't waste any time. Silently she slipped out of the bed and gathered her clothing. The further away she got before he came to, the better
Notes
I am sure you see where this is going. Kenshin finds out she is pregnant. Having few options she goes to her master. Hiko asks who he should kill. Years later Saito, whose memory was a bit blurred by the alcohol runs into Kenshin. Their son has his eyes. Determined to do the right thing he proposes. Kenshin turns him down flat. But Saito doesn't give up that easy.