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ENTRY #1
Title: The taste of him
Author: JeniNeji
Prompt: Curse
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: Part I don't know of the serial: The others
Summary: Kaoru bargained for Misao's life… but was it the right thing?
The young Prithvi watched with horror as she passed by some "patients". Not only were they skinny and presented symptoms of injuries…they also had a very unpleasant odor.
"Where is Misao?" the black-haired Prithvi asked nervously, "you promised to release her," reminded the blue-eyed Prithvi.
"She will be released of the experiments… she will not leave the facilities though," said the amber-eyed Apocatequil.
"That is fine. She could have escaped if she had wanted to. By the way… my name is Kaoru."
"Hn," replied the Apocatequil uneasily, "What did she curse Aoshi with?"
Kaoru smiled, "She didn't," assured the slim female as she walked behind the Apocatequil, "we have no other charm than being female."
"You keep saying that…females this, females that…just be specific, what is a female?" the man asked filled with frustration.
"Well… if you would like to make a deal with me… instead of experimenting with me… I can tell you things."
"Like the whereabouts of your King?"
"Why would I? Your experiments wouldn't discover that," she darted back and raised an eyebrow, "I'll tell you about me, about females, about our bodies…transformations and such."
"Hn. Why would I want that information? I could discover it by experimenting with you. More so, experiments don't lie."
"No, but experiments die."
"Well, maybe you are right," the man said and stopped suddenly forcing Kaoru to stop as well, "we are here," announced Battousai before slipping an ID card and opening the vertical door.
Kaoru froze in place as she stared as white puffs of cold air escaped the room. Instantly her arms hugged her body heat to herself and her legs stuck together, "It's too cold."
"We need to keep it like this to prevent the spread of weird things," said Battousai dismissively and motioned for her to go in. After some hesitation Kaoru finally walked in and hissed in discomfort. He knew her clothing was not made to stand this cold but he couldn't do much more.
"And if I show you?"
Battousai stopped and turned to the Prithvi, "Show me what?"
Waiting for no more opening, Kaoru launched her body over her born enemy and stole a kiss for the grim expression on his lips. She expertly took advantage of the startled gasp of the Battousai and held him by tangling her hands in his red mane. She could feel the Apocatequil's tense body under her softer one and she prayed he didn't kill her in the spot. After a few moments, where he did nothing but hold her to allow her to kiss him easier, she finally concentrated on the kiss. She softened it, made it slower and daring… until she came to realize something.
Now it was she the one taken advantage off as the Battousai, as legends told, quick-learner dug his own tongue inside her startled mouth. After a minute of meticulously tasting her, he finally let go and was welcomed by teary blue eyes.
"You taste like him… our King it's an… Apocatequil?"
ENTRY #2
Title: Magic Trumps Contraception
Author: MissGoalie75
Theme: Curse
Rating: T
Words: 469
Summary: It's a fact.
"I don't know what's worse: the fact that your family has been cursed for the past five hundred years, or the fact that I can't sleep with you because of it," Kaoru huffs, plopping down on Kenshin's bed.
"I guess it's the latter at this point," Kenshin supplies, shuffling a bit, clearly uncomfortable in his clothes.
"You guess? I think Little-Kenshin is saying something else."
He turns red and sits down next to her, his hands folded in his lap.
"It's totally illogical, too. You'd think that since you won't be spilling your seed into me, I'd be fine," she continues, her cheeks still flushed.
"My dad thought that as well twenty years ago. Clearly, magic is a little more powerful than rubber."
"Latex," she corrects him before sighing, letting herself fall backwards onto his bed. Covering her face with her hands, she says, "Clearly your curse is affecting me anyway. It's causing me to become a sex-crazed maniac so I can continue the curse for another generation."
"You're not a maniac."
"But you admit it, I'm sex-crazed."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I am, too."
Without moving, she says, "Hello, Little-Kenshin. Still in the conversation, I see."
"How do you know that? You're not even looking at me."
"I can sense him calling to me. He says, 'Come to me, Kaoru. I will give you pleasure. And curse the hell out of you. Yes…'"
"Okay, first off, that is creepy as hell. Please stop referring to my…you know…as Little-Kenshin. It's a bit degrading."
"Well, in comparison to your entire body, yes, he's little. Also, I haven't seen him in action without your pants constricting him so I'm in no position to change his name."
"I'm sorry, you know."
She drops her hands to look at him. "It's not your fault. It's your great-great….whatever, grandpa's fault. Blame him. I blame him."
He smiles. "Hopefully Shishio will get that lovely note you wrote and we can strike a deal of sorts."
"If not, you can just beat the shit out of him."
He grins, amber flashing in his normally violet eyes. "He's powerful, you know. He's the same guy who managed to keep this curse alive through generations."
"Yeah, but you're the best magic fighter in a million years."
"Eleven generations," he points out.
"Whatever, same difference. You'll beat him and then your family will be free and we can do the deed."
"Do the deed? Can't we call it something else, like 'making love'?"
"Honestly, that sounds so fake. I know you don't mean it like that…but it just does. We'll have sex. Okay? Is that better?"
"Yes, that's perfect."
"Okay, good."
He hovers over her to softly kiss her cheek.
"Oh, be careful. Don't want you to spread any curse-cooties or anything."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
ENTRY #3
Title: The Angel on the Devil's Shoulder
Author: Sango Shadowphoenix
Theme: Curse
Word count: 215
Rated PG-13 to be safe.
Universe: Alternate Bakumatsu Universe.
Pairing: KK.
Disclaimer: I don't own RK & Co.
Summary: Battousai expected to be burdened with the victims of his beliefs. He never thought he'd have to put up with a complete stranger.
[First part in a [short] series that RK Challenge has prompted my fingers to type (title unknown…).]
A/N: First time posting here (Please take care of me~). Please do not hesitate to yell at me if I posted format/methods incorrectly.
I've always wanted to write an RK fic, but figured I do so poorly with Inuyasha fics already that I should just chew on what I have. But I guess that resolve only lasted about 6 years.
Please enjoy~
Battousai wondered what Katsura-sama would think of his most prized assassin, if said assassin were to tell Katsura-sama that he constantly conversed with a ghost.
A very pretty, very young, very talkative ghost.
"I'm really more of a spirit," Kaoru was cheerfully insisting and drilling a hole into Kenshin's ear with her nonsensical chatter. "And I really would prefer if you didn't off someone on sacred grounds," she continued, pointing emphatically at the shrine steps in front of their hiding place.
"Sanctuary means nothing if their name falls into my hands," he ground out, "now be quiet."
"You know, you'll be in a better mood if you ambush him on a street instead of on the steps of a temple," she sniffed. "Oh, wait, you're always insufferable. Whatever I did was not worth having to be stuck to you."
He ignored her, spying lantern light ascending the steps towards them. Silently, he thumbed the hilt of his sword, and like always, she fell silent as soon as his blade inched out of its sheath.
She didn't say anything until the sword was back in the scabbard and the steps were red.
"Well," she rubbed at her eyes as she hovered over the mess, "at least they don't have to go far to ask for directions."
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