This might be the last chapter, depends on how I want to end this. (not
counting the Epilogue). Sorry to disappoint.
Touched
"Hello, Enishi. . .Dearest." A frighteningly familiar voice filled the shadows of the car as he sat down. Angrily he turned to the door, finding it locked from the outside. "Funny isn't it. . .you never really know a car until you drive it yourself." Laughter came from beside him, as the streetlights momentarily illuminated red satin.
"What do you want Chandra, you presence is beginning to become a hindrance."
"Everything, dear Enishi. Though you shouldn't have framed Kenshin, I had other plans for his torment. . .for his reparations. And you should never had touched Tomoe"
"You're mad." He laughed, "You sister died because of the very man you seek to destroy. She was the one who favored this relationship." The ploy was a simple one, put her out of control use her pain against her.
"Am I. . .almost, but then again some one always sees our dirty little secrets." Chandra said, tossing a tape in his lap. "Too bad you missed." The laugh came again, silver catching a stray beam of light as she shifted.
Eyes widening Enishi reached for the gun he kept in a compartment in the door. A gun that wasn't there. "Driver." He yelled, the realization of the situation just starting to sink in as the drive continued on, ignoring his words. "What. . ." He began, stopping as the blade touched his throat. In such close corridors it would be impossible to disarm her, better to get her guard down, play at her weaknesses. "I never meant to harm Tomoe."
"Didn't you. You killed her trying to destroy Kenshin, trying to take over the Oni, because with out him, you figured we'd crumble, lacking the force of our convictions. Pity you fucked up." She mused before digging the blade through his flesh. Blood ran in heavy streams over the silver, painting her arm in thick liquid and staining the satin. "Die knowing that I have taken everything from you, the day you harmed her was the day your life was forfeit. But now, I have your life, and a very prosperous business."
In a last race, perhaps to try and destroy the woman that had so easily manipulated him, Enishi lunged at her, only to fall heavily upon the seat as darker blood began to pour from the wound on his throat.
"You should tell Kaoru the truth about Kenshin. They have suffered enough." Aroin's voice came with that almost eerie Zen-like calmness from the front. "You've had your revenge."
Brown eyes looked up, the mirror reflecting their venom. Thick words came with a dangerous edge of bladed hate, words to cut and kill, the tones that ordered and brought death. "There can be not redemption."
Touched
"Hello, Enishi. . .Dearest." A frighteningly familiar voice filled the shadows of the car as he sat down. Angrily he turned to the door, finding it locked from the outside. "Funny isn't it. . .you never really know a car until you drive it yourself." Laughter came from beside him, as the streetlights momentarily illuminated red satin.
"What do you want Chandra, you presence is beginning to become a hindrance."
"Everything, dear Enishi. Though you shouldn't have framed Kenshin, I had other plans for his torment. . .for his reparations. And you should never had touched Tomoe"
"You're mad." He laughed, "You sister died because of the very man you seek to destroy. She was the one who favored this relationship." The ploy was a simple one, put her out of control use her pain against her.
"Am I. . .almost, but then again some one always sees our dirty little secrets." Chandra said, tossing a tape in his lap. "Too bad you missed." The laugh came again, silver catching a stray beam of light as she shifted.
Eyes widening Enishi reached for the gun he kept in a compartment in the door. A gun that wasn't there. "Driver." He yelled, the realization of the situation just starting to sink in as the drive continued on, ignoring his words. "What. . ." He began, stopping as the blade touched his throat. In such close corridors it would be impossible to disarm her, better to get her guard down, play at her weaknesses. "I never meant to harm Tomoe."
"Didn't you. You killed her trying to destroy Kenshin, trying to take over the Oni, because with out him, you figured we'd crumble, lacking the force of our convictions. Pity you fucked up." She mused before digging the blade through his flesh. Blood ran in heavy streams over the silver, painting her arm in thick liquid and staining the satin. "Die knowing that I have taken everything from you, the day you harmed her was the day your life was forfeit. But now, I have your life, and a very prosperous business."
In a last race, perhaps to try and destroy the woman that had so easily manipulated him, Enishi lunged at her, only to fall heavily upon the seat as darker blood began to pour from the wound on his throat.
"You should tell Kaoru the truth about Kenshin. They have suffered enough." Aroin's voice came with that almost eerie Zen-like calmness from the front. "You've had your revenge."
Brown eyes looked up, the mirror reflecting their venom. Thick words came with a dangerous edge of bladed hate, words to cut and kill, the tones that ordered and brought death. "There can be not redemption."