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In this chapter we will learn, how Kenshin and Megumi know each other...

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He couldn't avert his gaze from her red lips as she said: „So you remember me Himura, he?"

First he didn't answer her. Images from the past and a very bloody battle flashed in his mind. His swords had been cruel then. And he was afraid, that the woman infront of him remembered what he had done on this chilly afternoon three years ago.

„I am glad you are alive.", he murmured and walked slowly to the bed in the middle of the room. He tried not to show his guilt, seeing the picture of a darkhaired woman covered in blood and dirt lying before him.

„I am.", her voice was cold. He pulled the shirt over his head.

„I had to stitch the wound on your back.", she informed him in the same distant tone of hers. She only did her work. He lay down on his belly, so she could see the wound clearly. He wondered if she lived through this afternoon like him, when he felt her cold fingers on his back. He flinched a little.

„I am only repaying my dept."

He didn't answer. He felt there was some more, she wanted to tell him, „You left me behind. Wounded, weak and ill. After all you had stabbed me with this... sword."

Now he wanted to answer. But he found he couldn't. His voice disobeyed. How could he tell her, that he never wanted to hurt her? Eventually kill her? That his only option to take the life of her capture had been to pierce through her shoulder into the mans chest? That he had known, her injury wouldn't be fatal?

„But however... you saved me from Kanryuu. When the police finally came and took me to hospital, I was near death. I could never tell anyone how I was wounded. How all the men there were killed. Who would have believed me? A lightening fast, redheaded killer with a historic sword? Sano is growing still mad about the topic." She withdrew her hands from his skin, but she didn't move away.

„It is good, you didn't tell anybody. You would have been probably dead a few hours later." He came back to his cold mask, when he sat up. He locked his amber eyes with her brown ones. He didn't show any emotions. He wasn't allowed to.

„You are very brave to talk to me like that. It would have been smarter of you, to pretend not to know me. It is dangerous for you to remember me."

„So you are finishing your task now?" she asked, her voice like ice.

„You were never my target.", he answered. In his mind he stood again above her, his bloody blade on her throat. He wanted to tell her, that he wasn't able to kill her as a innocent woman. But he couldn't, just like then. She waited a little longer for his explanation.

Then she sighed heavily and got up. She slowly went to the door, pausing, with her hand on the handle.

„I know very well, that Kaoru isn't ill. I am not just a doctor, Himura. I am the woman of a police officer. Kaoru is like a little sister for me. And if you ever hurt her again, I will know. And maybe just a few more people will know, that the stories about Battousai aren't just fairytales."

Their gazes were fighting a silent battle, before she finally opened the door, exiting the room, leaving him behind. When the door closed again, he allowed himself to cover his face with his hands, breathing heavyly against his palms.

He could have met thousands of people in this dark alley. Thousands. And of all people he had been found by a mere child and her bestfriend was no other than Megumi Takani. Probably the only one who had seen him do his dirty work and was living to tell about it. And now she was threatening him.

„Kenshin?", he heard Kaoru call for him. He pulled himself together, knowing that she would stand in the doorway in a few seconds. His gaze fell on her face, watching her blush. „Everything ok?", she asked, raising a hand to her face. She seemed to be embarrased by his stare. He arranged his confused mind and made his decision.

„Another glass?", he didn't wait for her answer, filling the glass again with the whitewine they had with dinner. He had cooked a traditional japanese meal for them and after they had enjoyed it, they had been walking over to the couch.

„Mou...Kenshin!", she said, blowing upwards, causing her bangs to fly out of her forehead.

„What is it, Jasmine-girl?", he teased her again with the nickname he knew she hated. She went into the topic directly, like he had hoped. But he didn't seem to notice, when he took a little sip of his one wine.

„Stop calling me that. I thought we finally were over this.", she pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them and looking over to him. Her eyes were scolding. He found his heart beat a little faster in him.

„Why should I? I know you like it somehow."

She objected. Of course. „I will start to call you little redhead again, you know?", her voice was just a little bit too loud, she formed the words a little bit too fast. She was already a little bit drunk.

Suddenly he leaned over to her: „You do not want to make me angry, do you?"

His voice was low, dangerous. But she was just giggling. „Silly."

He leaned back, grinning, finding himself more and more confused by her presence. Was the wine getting the better of him, too?

He took his glas, held it infront of her. „Cheers!", he said, a faint smile on his lips.

„Hmmmm... okay. Cheers.", she bit back a grin, „Little redhead.". The ringing of their glasses echoed through the room.

„I warned you." He used his speed, taking the glass out of her hand, pushing her down onto the leather of the couch. He was above her, his face again only inches away from hers. But he was careful not to hurt her, with his hands on her wrists. But she wasn't hurt at all. She wasn't afraid also. She just giggled again.

„Are you always like that?", she asked him.

„Like what?", he growled, pressing her hands over her head.

She whispered now, the laugh gone from her face, „Angry? Dangerous? Threatening?"

He refused to answer. He took both of her wrists into his left hand, the right wandering over her cheek to the bruise on her neck, then resting on her collarbone.

„I wasn't like that forever.", he found the strength to answer her finally.

„Then...", she turned a little bit under him.

„Then...?", he asked her, feeling the tension between them rising. He couldn't move. He wanted to get up, to get away from her, before he did something wrong. But she caught him by surprise. He felt her feet in the hollow of his knee, pushing, and he couldn't preclude himself from falling on top of her.

Confusion washed over him, when his hips touched hers, feeling his manhood pressed against her inner thighs. He lost his hold on her wrists, wandering with his calloused hands over the soft skin of her arms. He shouldn't do this. He should go. But the little girl beneath him took her chance and threw her arms around his neck.

„Then...", she began again, burrying her hands in his hair. His own hands were resting on each side of her head, carefully caressing her ears and her neck.

„Show me who you really are.", she finished her sentence finally and his eyes met the sapphire pools and he wasn't able to hold back. He brushed his lips against hers roughly.

I hope you liked this chapter, finally Kenshin and Kaoru get some physical contact :D I have not yet decided if I want to write a little bit of lemon stuff or not. What do you think?