Darkest of Days
RK doesn't belong to me.
WARNING: This fic contains adult situations, abuse and harsh language.
Chapter 3
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Her feet dragged against the ground, hardly 5 feet from where Tomoe had left her to go off in her limousine and she was going to break out crying. It was impossible to deny the woman's words, for they were true. She and he had been going out for 5 years now—6 next week, and they hadn't gotten anywhere in terms of a real relationship. They even stopped going out on dates more then a year ago!
"Hey there baby, you going my way?"
She knew when she was being picked up on, and continued to walk on, but the guy was persistent.
"Come on, I'll pay you good. And it'll would be is a quick blow—"
"You think a normal guy would have stopped pestering her by now," said a voice in anger—a voice she knew well, one that sent shivers of fear and anticipation down her spine every time she spoke.
"Yukishiro-sama! I didn't know she was yours!" The man backed off, stumbling over a few garbage cans before running off like a scared child, his eyes full of fear.
"I thought I told you not to talk or socialize with that bitch unless you had to," he hissed at her, his amber eyes glowing.
"And I had no choice," was her reply. She didn't turn around to face him, just stood straight and looked forward, half of her was thankful they were out in public, he wouldn't hurt her in front of a lot of people. He didn't answer to that, just grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off to a motorcycle.
He got onto it, and growled at her to do so as he put a helmet on, offering her none as she just stood there, wondering about how he got a bike like this one—which looked like it cost a pretty penny. "Can't you hear? I told you to get on." He glared at her, his amber eyes burning her as she obeyed, trying her best to hang on to him, and her backpack where she put her groceries as he started the bike, heading off in the opposite direction of which their apartment was.
She watched the scenery pass by as they went to the middle part of town, where the rich and power clashed and made the middle class. A tall building came into her view. With windows all along the walls, some had blinds down, while others didn't, showing everything to the world. He turned into the under ground parking lot and stopped in a spot near an elevator.
They got off, and he dragged her by her hair once more to the doors, and threw her inside of the elevator once it was opened. She hit a metal wall hard, and slumped to the carpeted floor. He looked at her with a roll of his eyes before pushing another button. Kaoru started to stand, but went to the floor once more as the car jerked harshly.
He just sighed and rested against a different wall and waited tell the car stopped again. The doors opened, and she waited for him to grab her hairy once more, but he didn't as he walked out into the hall, she following slowly and cautiously as she did so. They came to a stop at a door where he brought out his keys, and opened the door.
They went inside and he shut the door, locking it before turning towards her and ordering her to strip.
"What?" Kaoru said, shocked. He had never asked—or told—her to do anything like this before, and it shocked her beyond belief as he expected her to do so for him.
"Didn't you hear me bitch? You you're supposed to strip right now! Got it!" He raised a hand and slapped her. She started, shaking as she took off her shoes and socks, followed by her shirt and pants. She wrapped her arms around her self and held on tight, trying her best not to get him to notice that she left her underwear on—she wasn't going to remove them even if he was going to hit her again and again. He was busy starting a shower, turning it on scalding hot as before turning towards her and telling her to wash.
She looked at him and then that, the steam rising as it hit the cold tiles of the shower stall. Bathe in that? But it would burn her.
"GO!" He left, grabbing her clothes on the floor, leaving the shoes, as he did so. "And I don't want to hear you turning any of the water vowels!" He slammed the door and left with her clothes. Fear made her do as she was told, scrubbing her body with a soapy rag as the water burned her body. The water also burned her scalp, the worst part, as that was where Tomoe had touched her; the spot he would want clean the most.
About half way through, he had come in, watching her wash for a moment with a pair of hazy amber eyes before dropping some clothes—clean clothes—that belonged to him, on the sink counter and leaving again.
She dried off, her skin a red color from the water, tears running down from the pain and humiliation of it all. Getting dressed she opened the door to the bathroom and examined the hall. Down at the end, light shown from under the closed door, where the voices of a woman and him came, moaning and crying out in pleasure. Tears came, impossible to stop them as she stood frozen and quite.
Finally it came to her. He didn't love her, just used her for his own deeds and played on the side. And sense she loved him, she didn't notice and just went on with life… the life of lies as she lived on.
She ran down the hall towards the front door, where she found his keys laying on a small table with her bag. She grabbed both and left, leaving the door carelessly open for them both as she bolted down the hall and to the elevator. She pushed the button and went inside, breathing deeply as she looked back down the hall to see no one coming after her as she made her escape.
No one else got on, tell she made it to the garage floor, where a smiling face meet hers as she left the car. She watched the doors close before going to his bike, taking his helmet and putting it on. She knew how to ride a bike, but was years out of practice by this time, for the last time she rode one was back in China, when she was just a young child. Before she moved here and met him…
Kaoru found the right key and turned on the bike, hearing the roar of the motor with a satisfying smile and left the area, and going out onto the road. She was going as slow as she could, from lack of experience and licenses. But she was doing well, even if it meant the fear of him following her in rage—at least now it would take him a while to do so.
She got to her apartment building and went straight to the main office. The owner's small blond daughter sat at the desk and said, "Hello, and what may I do for you?"
"I want a new lock."
"Okay, can I please have your key?"
She handed over the small digital chip key and watched as the woman put it under a small scanner and coded it to the new setting. "It'll take the door lock a few minuets to register the new lock, then it should open."
"Thank you."
She left, and went to her apartment, putting the key in and waiting for the beep that would sound when the door was unlocked. The door opened and she went in, putting the food away before leaving the place, locking the door behind her and heading back for the bike awaiting her down on the curb.
The sun was setting by the time she got to the river and the bridge that had only the few passing cars and the subway cars passing at the time of the day. She looked at the sun setting; the beautiful vision it made making her fell somewhat happier then before. Taking a glance at the bike she put the helmet on one the handle bars and pushed it into the river, watching it until it was too deep for her to see.
The next stop was a gun shop, buying one the illegal way, with lots of money and the promise to keep quite. Of she was going to keep quite. In a deadly silence.
Finally she went home, leaving her apartment door unlocked as she looked about the trash heap and sighed.
There was no reason for her to go any more, he didn't love her…probably never did in the first place. So, what reason did she have to live for any more?
Raising the gun to the side of her head, she closed her eyes…
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Name: Yukishiro Kenshin
Author's Notes: Cliffhanger anyone?
mae: thank you, I like writing dark more then I really do with the light and fluffy stuff, but I write both.
marstanuki: yeah, Kaoru does deserve better, but we'll just have to see… and in which fic did you make Tomoe a bitch? I've been reading your stories… but I don't think I've seen her as one though.
tenshineko: shocking idea? I guess, but I'm just putting their relation ship on a not so good side. Thanks for pointing out some spelling errors, my spelling isn't all that good, and I'll fix it soon.
omochi: well, this really puts a spin on leaving Kenshin doesn't it? But we'll see in the future what happens
Leigh: thank you, and yeah, Kenshin will loose control, so this means that she won't die (I couldn't do that…). And them being good all the time means that we the writers of fics want him to be, I just want to put a spin on it.
Yui Shinomori: thank you, I'm honored to put on your favorite list. And being wrong isn't so bad, Misao is in the fic, she showed up last chapter and will do so in the next one as well.
Crystal: Kenshin is the bad guy, it just seems… I don't know, better to me that way? Who knows.
Kristen: Thank you, only like one dark fic ever caught my attention, and it was a sad good one, and I'm glad this one has sparked your attention.
Riku: Thank you.
Aku-sama: we'll, Kenshin does love her, but it's the dark side of love between them.
Thank you for reviewing, and I hope you liked this chapter, despite the cliffhanger, but, if I get enough reviews… who knows.