It was evenings like these that took years off of Kaoru's life. Kenshin was out helping the police, his aide requested due to the danger involved. A skilled swordsman had been murdering people a few towns away and the authorities believed Kenshin was the only man who could take him down. He had been gone for hours, and soon it would be dawn. Kaoru stretched and sighed softly before finding a more comfortable position while she continued to wait for her husband.
She awoke to a calloused hand brushing against her check and she quickly reached for her shinai but her arm was pinned down roughly. She yelped and thrashed, lifting her knee in self defense, but her attacker's other hand deftly blocked the blow. She opened her eyes to examine the man in the dim light. Amber eyes glowed back at her. Her voice caught in her throat, Kaoru immediately tensed, not in self-defense, but in fear. 'Quiet, heart,' she thought, 'We just need to talk Kenshin back to sanity.'
But Kenshin's Battousai mindset would have none of it. His gaze wandered over Kaoru's body and the rage in his eyes changed into something darker and more primitive. Lust. Kenshin lowered his face to Kaoru's and took her lips in a bruising kiss. His hands tugged at his wife's kimono as Kaoru whimpered.
"Kenshin, please, no," she pleaded as his lips left a hot trail across her neck and down her chest. She shook him in an effort to pull him back to his senses. Kenshin grunted at her action and pulled away.
"Kaoru's afraid," a soft voice whispered in the back of his mind. "You're hurting her!" The soft voice was firm and icy. "You swore you'd never hurt Kaoru." Kenshin shoved Kaoru away from him and covered his face. His wife's gentle hands brushed the hair off of his face after a moment, and he raised his eyes to hers slowly. They were violet.