SEEKING SANOSUKE
AUTHOR: Kenen and E.
DISCLAIMER: Rurouni Kenshin is a product of Nobuhiro Watsuki that we use for entertainment purposes.
PAIRINGS: Himura Kenshin + Sagara Sanosuke.
WARNINGS: M/M
Prologue: Meiji 10:
Himura Kenshin lay flat on his back gazing up at the ceiling of his room. Tucked behind his head, no doubt tangled in his shaggy red mane were his fingers slowly massaging his aching cranium. And what could cause such a thing to happen so late? What pondering of what subject could inspire sleepless nights, and a slightly wistful smile to half form?
The next battle maybe? But no, the Battousai inside of him currently slept and Himura Kenshin did not relish the thrill of battle. Perhaps a woman then, maybe Kamiya Kaoru, she was . . . inevitable, however, lovely enough, if one went for the violent, disturbingly mannish type. Still and all, when Kenshin allowed her image to come to mind the most it stirred was a distinctly protective, brotherly feeling, not something to stay up nights worrying over. Megumi then, there walked one foxy lady after all? Himura Kenshin did not disagree with the logic presented to him; Takani Megumi was indeed beautiful . . . just not his type either. If he were smart - and Kenshin claimed no such thing for fear that his master's desire to dispute it would reach from Kyoto to his current home - he would have thoughts of Sekihara Tae keeping him from his dreams. But no, it was not a well-off businesswoman with the much treasured talent of cooking. And there just had be something wrong with him, for indeed, the next person on his list, with the barest thought, barest trace of a name set his loins afire. Caused the dopey grin on his face to bloom, and twisted him onto his side, as he disentangled his fingers from his hair to wrap them around his waist.
Sagara Sanosuke
Shit
Himura Kenshin bit his lip in contrition. He didn't need anybody, he stayed with Miss Kaoru to protect her for now, he'd soon leave; others would need his assistance. He'd even packed up once to go, but then, that thrice-damned ex-gangster's face illuminated his mind like a lamp burning in darkness and he just couldn't. Couldn't be alone with him day in a day out, and not in the slightest, at least four or five times a day jump his erotic bones; couldn't be without him either.
Master was right, you are stupid.
Perhaps. But what was he to do now?
Sagara Sanosuke - Kenshin shifted uncomfortably in his bed hoping the dirty thoughts that name triggered would soon dissipate. Sagara Sanosuke wasn't likely to want him back, which made things easier didn't it? Or because Sano had claimed that he would follow him when he left mean, perhaps he'd read it wrong? And if that were the case, it was decided then. The beating of his heart sped up at that prospect of swordplay with the object of his thoughts; he had no intention of losing this battle . . . but didn't exactly know how to go about winning it either.
Sagara Sanosuke, Kenshin shivered, and stifled a moan from emerging deep within his throat; allowed small hands to slip down his torso to other areas in dire need of their attentions. I don't believe it, I haven't had a crush in years. He'd only been in love once before . . . Himura Kenshin supposed he could fumble through it just one more time.