Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Summary: Kaoru is searching for mushrooms and gets caught in a rainstorm! Add in a man with a relentless drive to eradicate all evil from Japan! Throw in a group of desperate criminals and what do you get? The Blanket Scenario: Saito Kaoru. Not alternate pairing.

- PG - English –Humour – Multi-Chapter - Status: Complete –

Rurouni Kenshin Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N.Watsuki/Shueisha Fuji-TV SME Visual Works Inc. Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

The Blanket Scenario: Saito Kaoru

By: Chiruken

Chapter 2

Saito scowled as he dropped his burden unceremoniously on the dusty floorboards. He studied the front of his uniform irritably. He was covered in mud from his shoulder to down and across the front of his uniform. He was decidedly not impressed.

Kaoru glared up at him as she pushed wet and muddy hair out of her eyes. Her pride as well as her behind was bruised and her temper was reaching its peak. "Do me a favor, Saito… Next time don't help, all right?"

His eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Ungrateful brat."

Her chin came up as she sniffed disdainfully. "Arrogant jerk." She looked around with a frown. "Where are my mushrooms, Saito?"

"Do you feel a sharp pain?" He quickly removed his muddy and soaked uniform jacket, eyes moving over the room they were in, missing nothing.

"Yes… Right here." She pointed to her neck. "I think it's been diagnosed as 'Saito Syndrome'."

Saito blinked in surprise and studied the girl sitting a muddy puddle on the filthy floor. Kamiya Kaoru had a tongue as sharp as the katana at his side. Odd, he remembered her as having a rather nasty temper but without the wit to match. "You've been spending time with that doctor friend of yours, haven't you?"

"Do you mean Megumi?" Kaoru gave him a puzzled frown. What did Takani Megumi have to do with anything?

"No…I meant the itachi girl from Kyoto. Of course I was referring to the lovely and sharp tongued Takani Megumi." He smirked condescendingly before stepping around her to the fire pit. He bent and picked up a dusty and foul smelling blanket. He shook it out and tossed it to his fuming companion. "Strip." He turned and strode into the other room to investigate. He didn't like surprises and it was better to know before hand what the situation might throw at him. He surveyed the room noting the piles of clothing and boxes of food. Someone actually lived in this rat nest? Saito was instantly suspicious. The cop in him smelled something fishy and it had nothing to do with the catfish on the counter. He grimaced in distaste and covered his nose and mouth in an attempt to block out the unpleasant smell.

Kaoru stared at his back wishing she had her boken with her. How dare he order her around? An embarrassed flush stained her cheeks. Especially telling her to take off her clothes. Suddenly she pursed her lips thoughtfully. Why did this seem so familiar? She had the strangest feeling of déjà vu.

Saito turned and scowled. "Still dressed I see. There's no way they'll dry with you in them." Saito searched for and found a stash of firewood and quickly bent to build a fire. "I don't hear the sound of wet clothes coming off, Kaoru-chan."

"Saito, you perverted jerk! I am not getting undressed with you here." She folded her arms over her chest and glared at the back of his head. "And stop calling me 'chan'. I'm not a child."

"Then stop behaving like one." He slowly straightened and turned to face her. "Unless you have that kimono off by the time I return with more wood for the fire, I'll be forced to remove it for you. Use some common sense, tanuki girl. If you stay in those wet clothes you run the risk of catching a chill." He stepped passed her to the door. "If you catch a chill, you'll be unable to teach kendou. If you can't teach, you don't earn money and if you don't…"

"I get the point, Saito!" Kaoru gritted her teeth when she saw his infuriatingly superior look firmly in place. "Do you always have to be right?"

"Yes." He smirked at her furious expression.

"You don't have to be so smug about it." She stuck her tongue out at his back as he stepped out into the rainstorm. "Arrogant, obnoxious, conceited… Oooo! I hate that man!"

Definitions:

katana Japanese sword

itachi weasel

boken wooden sword

kendou Japanese fencing with bamboo swords