Author's Note: Okay, my first Kenshin fic, and it's pretty much a soap opera thing between Kenshin, Saito, and Sanosuke. It's like an alternate to why Kenshin left with Saito. Not very well written, but oh well.N'joy. Prologue: Saito's POV: His silver silhouette stretches and claws the ground as I watch. The moon hangs low and I take a silent step towards him.
"Saito. What do you want?" His voice is no longer masked with the feminine innocence, but is serious and thick. What do I want? What do I want? 'Tis a stupid question! I want YOU! I want YOU! The beautiful crimson haired samurai, stained and soaked in blood! Ah yes, I can smell the tantalizing scent of death on your milky flesh. Previously, I had thought carefully on the words I would use. I wanted to tell him gently, but I didn't seem to have any control over my mouth as the words spilled from my tongue carelessly.
"I love you, Battousai." I'm turned away from him, but I can feel his violet eyes widen and pierce into my back. His gasp cuts through the misty dark. The only light comes the end of my smoldering cigarette. "And I want you to come with me. I'm sure you have already been informed about Shishio. I just want to tell you.not to just assist me in taking down Shishio, but also.because." I don't know how to finish, and the shorter samurai still hadn't replied.
"Well, that's all.good night." Taking his silence as a negative response, I start to leave him with his shock. Suddenly, I feel a tugging at my jacket and I turn, curious. He his holding me from behind, head lowered.
"Saito.I." Is it that hard to say.? I must know.Kenshin.Kenshin.
"Battousai!" whirling around, I throw my arms around him. My cigarette falls to the ground, forgotten and I pull his face so that our eyes meet. "Battousai." I whisper. You're twisting my emotions; why are you giving me mixed signals? I don't understand. "Please tell me the truth." His eyes divert away and he stares at the moon, longingly.
"I.cannot tell you right now." He sighs softly. He tries to pull away, but I hold tightly. My blood is heating feverishly, it's getting harder to hold myself back.
"Very well then, Battousai.I'll hear from you later." I slowly and reluctantly release him and take a step back, but my whole body resists and I grab his chin in my hand and press my lips against his roughly. The red- haired warrior struggles slightly, and I quickly drop him. He falls to the ground with a silent rustling of cloth. Without glancing at him, I turn and leave, this time for sure.
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Chapter 1

Confusion

Kenshin sat in that same spot for what seemed like an eternity. He pondered to himself greivingly. 'How dare he do something like this? What is he thinking? What am supposed to do now?' When the moon had reached its peak, he shook his head, but it only served to worsen his ever-growing headache.
"I should get back to the dojo. Sano and Kaoru-donno will be worried." Brushing the grass from his gray hakama, he started home.
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'The lights are out. I guess they are all asleep. That's good. I won't disturb them.'
"Well, there you are Kenshin." said samurai nearly jumped three feet into the air, and turned, almost colliding with the tall, brown haired gangster.
"Sano! What are you doing up?!" Headache momentarily forgotten, Kenshin's wide eyes blinked in stupor. Sanosuke raised a finger to his lips and motioned for Kenshin to be quiet.
"Well, it's past midnight, and I wasn't tired, so I figured I'd wait up for you. Now c'mon, you look like you've been through hell. Let's get to bed. Be careful not to wake Kaoru or Yahiko." Nodding, Kenshin followed Sano into their room. After comfortably settling into his inviting futon, Sano drifted into a deep slumber. Kenshin, though, remained wide-awake. He watched the spiky haired fighter gently breathe in his sleep, eyes shut peacefully. The room suddenly felt unbearably warm as he watched his best friend sleep. His dark hair swayed slightly by his breath, and Kenshin could feel it brush his cheek, deliciously. Unknowingly, he reached out a hand and traced his features lightly. Sano.His skin was warm and tinted a slight pink across his cheeks and nose. 'He must have been drinking a little." Kenshin's finger grazed Sano's lips delicately. Unwittingly, Sano licked his lips, accidentally touching his tongue to the slighter man's fingers. Kenshin gasped, and jerked his hand back, as if burned. He felt strange, like his innards were coiling up inside him. Was he attracted to Sano? Instinctively, he reached down, under his blanket, trailing his fingers lightly down his shaped stomach and touched himself, eliciting a moan from his throat. Through slitted eyes, he stared desirably at Sano. He imagined Sano, with his warm flesh, against his own body, touching him as he was doing now. His whole body was on fire, and he began to shudder. His breaths came out in short gasps as his hands moved more franticly, skin burning. After a few moments, he came with a muffled cry, into his hand. He had bitten his lip and his blood ran freely down his chin and onto his tongue, filling his mouth with a coppery taste. Panting, he wiped his hand onto his hakama, and fell asleep, sated.
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Morning sunlight filtered through the rice-paper door, and Kenshin woke up abruptly. He felt sticky and craved a bath. Getting up, he noticed everyone else had already left. They were probably outside. Tossing his soiled hakama into a pile of dirty laundry that his friends had created, he picked up fresh clothes and pulled on his magenta kimono. He threw open the door and shielded his eyes from the violent sun.
"Kenshin! You're up!" Kaoru's voice floated over the yard and his eyes adjusted to the harsh light. He blinked.
"Oro?" Kaoru and Yahiko were preparing to begin their morning training and Sano was lounging on the porch, as usual. "Utsukushi asa, degozario." He stretched and walked toward the bath. "I'm going to get washed up."
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After he prepared his bath, he slipped off his magenta kimono, letting it drop to the floor, softly. With a sigh, he slowly lowered himself into the warm water. He had just begun to relax when he heard something outside the door. The battousai's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Dare ka?" His voice lowered, demandingly.
"Have you made up your mind, yet, Battousai?" The tall police officer questioned. Kenshin stood up quickly, with a splash. Warm water ran off his sleek muscles and wisps of steam curled around his skin. His dripping red hair clung seductively to his wet flesh and droplets of water dripped off his bangs and down his cheeks. The room went silent, save for the plish plish plish of the dripping water. Without breaking the silence, Saito approached the former manslayer and entwined his arms about his bare body. His hands trailed up and down his tensed back, tangling his fingers in his damp tresses. Unable to control himself, he pulled the shorter man closer and forced his hips against him. Moaning, Saito dug his fingertips into Kenshin's back and kissed his shoulders passionately.
Kenshin felt as if he were paralyzed. He wanted to push Saito away, but couldn't find the strength to do it. His mind screamed 'Stop!' but his body screamed back 'More!' As Saito began kissing his heated flesh, all resistance left him. He simply stood there, knee-deep in the steaming water, grinding his hips against the former Shinsen Gumi affiliate.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. Two pairs of eyes flew open in surprise. Kenshin gasped as he was abruptly released.
"Forgive me, but now I must take my leave. Farewell." And with that, he was gone, leaving Kenshin wet and shivering from the loss of those protective arms about him.
~*~ Authoress: Well, I guess that's it for this chapter. I know it's kinda short, but I'm sure you'll live. -_-;; sorry. Anyway, tell me how you think of it. R&R! Sano: Man, this fic is givin' me a headache. It's too confusing. Authoress: You ain't seen nothing, yet. Kenshin: Oro? There's more? Saito: Oh poo. Authoress: Oh, leave me alone.It's my fic. Or else I'll pair one of you up with Shishio or sumthin. All: //shudder//