Konnichiwa de gozaru ka!!! This is my first fic in English and, I think, that is the reason of my horrible orthography!! (¬¬u sorry. . . ).

I love this history, but some crazy people is saying that is a little Lemon . . . "¿What? ¿¿My fic?? ¡¡¡¿¿¿Lemon???!!!"

Well, I hope you like it, bla, bla, bla and is you want you could send me some mail or rewie (I will accept anything from you).

My fic is a little confused, but you can understand everything in the end. The title is "Beauty of red hair" because I think it is obvious . . .

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"Akemi Roppongi"

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Yes.

Your breathing agitated caressing mi skin. My skin of woman.

I want feel your hands more in deep, your burning hug is not enough. You are simply perfect.

¿Who could believe that I am in love of a hitokiri?

Nobody. A hitokiri is a forbidden person.

But you . . . you make the acceleration in my heart. You make me fly in ecstasies. You make me drunk of you.

Of your scent. Of your fire. Of your taste.

I never feel protected. Protected in the way that you shield me.

I wanted this moment in a long time ago . . .

In love of you. Burning for you.

I want you and you know that.

But you want me too. You hide you codices. They are dirty of blood.

The soft touch of your hands travel trough my nude back, doing my skin prickly. Doing me touch you.

My black hair floods our bodies.

But you like it. I know.

You are the first.

The only one.

I love you. I want you. I hate you.

I have wear feelings thanks to you. You are special.

You are the hitokiri.

The night that we met, the fire flooded my heart. My virgin heart of that kind of feelings.

You make me feel like this.

Your wet mouth is complement to my neck.

An inhuman scream breaks out from my throat.

I am feeling the placer.

My right hand touches your smooth cheek.

Your hurt cheek.

Your slash cheek.

The meat has been separated in your cheek. A bandit without name cut your delicate skin.

I want to kiss you to throw out all your pain.

I want to satisfy me of you.

Of you, common hitokiri.

A bitter tear journey my face.

It is for you, vulgar hitokiri.

I still breath thanks to you. I still think thanks to you. I still love thanks to you.

My back is joining together to your chest.

The heat of your skin makes me pant.

Finally, we are just one.

A man and a woman together by passion.

Ecstasies. Heat. Passion.

You delight me.

Unconscious, I rest my body on you.

I could be forever in this pose.

Loving you.

You stare me in the darkness.

Your indifferent hand touches my dark hair.

- Orewa . . . orewa kimi mamoru . . . Tomoe- you tell me in a whisper.

I know hitokiri Battousai.

I know.

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Owari (The end)

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¿¿¿Soushite???

Bad, very-very bad.

I must cry for the horrible work I have done (T-T buaahhh!!!).

This short history it´s happens when Ken-san and Tomoe have relations (in one of the four Ovas) . . . and, well, I wrote about the thoughts that the stupid of Tomoe could have.

I am tire, so I say goodbye to everybody!!!

. . . " I am the worse writer in English of this page" . . .

Shai-Shen, tomodachis!!!

Jou-Chan.

PD: "Orewa kimi mamoru" it means "I will protect you". If you remember, that words are what Ken-san repeats like ten times (to Tomoe)!! (In the Ovas and the manga) ^^