Author's note: I'm soooooo sorry it took me thins long. There was the moving, my parents coming over, those other stories I'm writing at the same time (really not a wise thing to do) and Harry Potter… (don't ask). But I gotta say, I love my new apartment. It's SO much better than my old tiny rental room. Being in a place that I can call MY place is so great. But it's costs very much… Anyway. Today's useless rambling.. um… I recently started listening to old music. Well, the music I used to listen to when I was in elementary school (it's been a while… I suddenly feel so old!) You know, back then I didn't understood a word of what I was signing. For example, Nirvana. When you're nine years old and don't understand a word of English even if your life would depend on it, you don't understand why people laughs at you when you sign 'I'm so happy cause today I found my friends, they're in my head…' Now that I think about it… I must have looked like a fool singing all by myself such a song. No wonder I got scowled by my English teacher… hehe. But honestly, I missed those old songs. Nirvana, Guns and Roses, Metalica and company… It was great! (I know what you're thinking, nine years old and she was listening to that kind of music! Remember that my parents don't understand English and I didn't do any better back then. I liked the sound of it...) And of course, I had my Boy's Band pass too. But I don't really want to talk about it… I did it only so I could blend in with the rest of my friends. Really, the things you do to be part of the crowd… Anyway. For making up to the long wait, you got yourself a VERY long chapter with something extra too… hehe. Please, read the warning. Yes, that writing in bold letters.

!!!WARNING!!! This chapter contains adult material that is meant only for mature readers. Pass your way if you are under age. You have been dully warned. !!!WARNING!!!

Disclaimers: All rights of Rurouni Kenshin are copyrights of Watsuki-sama. This piece of fiction is for entertainment purpose only and no profits are made out of it.

Within Soul

By Evil Karyta

Chapter Eight

What happens is less important than the way you react to it.

                                                                       -Jean Rostand

  He saw a young woman exist the room, the shoji doors sliding quite forcefully to a close as she zoomed down the corridor, the sound of her footsteps her only companion in the cold darkness of the night. He knew now that the time had come to act, his plan would fall in place soon and bring the demise he had sought. Soon, very soon, he would strike and no one, not even Hittokiri Battousai would have see it coming.

  A sinister grin crossed is shadowed face. He knew the weakness, now all he had to do was to grasp it and use it to his profit. It was in the downfall of those two unusual beings that laid the destruction of a revolution. In the end, power of the body was noting compared to the force of one mind. The onlooker uttered a chuckle as he turned, only a whisper of laughter in his wake.

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  Kaoru sat in front of her low writing table, her brush dripping in deep black ink hovering over the paper in her trembling hand. The blank piece of rice paper staring at her as she willed her eyes to dry. She could not let herself be so moved by mere feelings. Having worked so hard to clear her mind of those things that would render her weak and useless to the purpose of her staying. Blinking rapidly, willing to upcoming tears away as her vision blurred, she had to stay strong. She shook her head, midnight strands flying in every possible direction, no longer bound by the usual ribbon, she ought to clear her mind and forget the ach that slowly gripped her heart in a painful contraction. Flashes of many times, many moments forced themselves in her brain, weakening her concentration, making her forget her priorities. It should not have happened, not that way, not at that moment. This simple brush of lips, the wake of a passion was what could destroy everything, what could endanger the revolution. She had become weak and weakness, pathetic and easy pray if this ever came to the ears of the enemy.

  Slowly, forcing control over her hand, she pushed her writing tool to the paper, trying to see the words amid her mist eyes. Her mission was coming to an end, she could not let such circumstance fog her mind and drive her away from her work, from the only reason she suffered so much. She would not allow misery to befall her yet again. Through the years of pain and hurt, Kaoru had fortified her body, strengthen her mind, willed herself to be strong. She simply could not fall back to be the fragile girl she once was. That girl was dead, along with the cheerful memories of childhood and love.

  The hard hair of her brush glided smoothly along the page as the words were absorbed into the paper, the ink reflection the soft glow of the candle. Her hard work had fructified, she could see the end coming, and although her burden felt heavy over her lithe shoulders, she knew the weight would soon be remove off her. The knowledge of such thing was what had kept her going through the pass few days. Very soon, she would be back to her real home, ready to forget and start anew. The girl sniffed, a tear sliding down her pretty face to fall down her chin and finish its race on the paper, marking it with a small swallow circle that, she was sure of it, would not come unnoticed.

   Outside, the fall of fluffy flacks of frozen water had ceased, leaving the town under a wide and glittering coat of pure white snow. And just as the last flack hit the ground under her tightly shut widow, she her letter was finished. The sun, pale and frosty, peered over the horizon, the rays of cold yellow shoot over the city, making the snow shine such as so many diamonds covering the frozen ground. The crisp air of winter slipping in the house, making her shiver ever so lightly, her mind elsewhere, far from the cold of the resting season.

  Kaoru rose from her knelling position, the letter safely warped in it light blue envelop, she pilled her clothes off. Her indigo pools searched through her trunk where the rest of her clothing were, her white hand pushing layers aside. Retrieving the garment she sought, smoothing any wrinkles off the silky fabric more in a reflex gesture than anything, she pulled the clothes on, donning her obi without even thinking about it. She was tired, exhausted, weary, but had to keep going. Her eyes rimed with dark rings that made her look thinner than she actually were. Slowly sliding her door open, her gaze focus on the wooden floor, she did not see the man standing there and rammed into him, not as forcefully as she would usually mind you, but still hit him. Looking up, she met small dark eyes, a long nose from under which a moustache grew along with a neglected beard of few hairs.

"Good morning, Kaoru-san," said the man with a rasp voice she did not like.

"Good morning," she replied, clutched the blue letter to her unconsciously.

"Have you slept well?" he inquired following her as she padded her way to the kitchens.

"Very well, thank you," Kaoru lied, adverting her gaze, trying to hide the sing of exhaustion that would betray her.

"You know," he started the tone of his voice foretelling nothing good. "I heard someone say you coming out of Himura's room early this morning."

"Really?"

"Yes. And I was wondering just what you were doing there."

"Himura-san had been ill lately, I was merely doing my job, Iizuka-san."

"I thought he was on duty yesterday…"

"He has things to do like everyone, Iizuka-san. I'm not one to tell him to stay in. I just do my work," she felt irritation grip her guts as the man kept following her.

"He never comes out of his room, does he?"

"Why do you care?" her temper was rising fast.

"Just wondering. You seem to be the only one he talks to."

"It's his business who he befriends with…"

"You know, there are rumors going around that…"

"Iizuka-san, if it is to ask me to share your bed again, I am not a whore," she cut him in his speech. "Now, if you don't mind, I have duties that I must attend."

"I was just telling you what the other warriors where saying."

"Well, I don't care. They can think whatever they please. It is none of my concern."

  With that, she slid the door of the kitchen right to his face with such force that the walls were left wavering. Matsura, kneeling at the low table as usually, glared at her whishing the girl would control her boiling temper once in a while. The old woman surveyed her from head to toes, catching the air of tiredness that surround her as the girl sighed and turn an exhausted face to the elder, forcing a thin smile to her pale face.

"You seem rather fatigued, child."

"Hum? Oh, it's nothing really, Matsu-san."

  But the ancestor only observed her more intensely, as if she had not heard a word. Kaoru would not usually burst through a door without a good reason, lest slam it shut. Something had gone wrong, or someone said or did the wrong thing to her. The thought of one of her pensioner doing something to the wild girl made her smile. If it was so, then that person would be moaning in pain somewhere within the inn. It took her a fare amount of self control not to scout the halls in search for the unlucky man.

"Had something happen?"

"Matsu-san, nothing happen, really" said the girl with a pleading look.

"Alright, if you say so. Oh, you got a message early this morning," said the old woman waving an blue envelope.

  Kaoru's indigo eyes darkened as they settled on the paper that the elderly woman held. Frowning, she snapped it from the hands that were holding it, fearing deeply the words it contained. Kneeling at the table in front of Matsura, ignoring the indignant stare she got from the ancestor and ripping it open, glaring at the kanji that would soon become destiny. She read through it trice, her mind in turmoil, knowing exactly what the encoded word meant, one of her delicate hand rounded in a tight fist that did not much in concealing her anger and demise.

Kill the rat as soon as possible. The infestation can't keep going without devastating results.

Tonight, the cat will do kill the rat. Show it to him.

Then the raccoon will once again be free.

"Kaoru-chan? Is everything alright? You seem rather pale," inquired the old woman.

"I…" she looked blankly at the one person who had seemed to care for her since her rather awkward arrival a year ago. "It's alright… I'll… go and start the laundry…"

"Wait!" hailed Matsura before the girl could reach for the door. "Himura-san has got this at the same time as you."

  She gave the young woman a scarlet red envelope, which Kaoru eyed with a tight knot in her throat. She nodded and left, a sickening feeling gripping her guts, fear clouding her mind for some unknown reason. She walked blindly through the halls, walking passed sleepy men, obvious to their heated stare, ignoring the whispered words, echoes of rumors she knew had spread over the Kyoto's inn. Kaoru had heard of those long before the disgusting Iizuka had told her. She had not cared about them, knowing men could be the worst gossiping magpie around. Even though, yesterday, those sayings could have become true. That thought lingering within her mind, she reached the feared door and reaching for her lacking courage, she knocked softly. There was a low rustle behind the shoji before it slid open, revealing a half dressed red-headed warrior who's purple stare gaped at her shyly.

"You… You received a letter this morning…" she breathed out forcing her gaze away from his chest.

"Really?" he seemed quite taken aback.

"Yes… here," she handed the red envelope and turned to leave but something kept her in place.

  Looking back, she saw he had caught her wrist and his usually confident lavender depth were staring down at the ground, avoiding her interrogative eyes. His breath sounded shallow somehow, his jaw tightly clenched for a reason that was yet to be discovered. Kaoru stood there, waiting for whatever the man had to say, her heart beating fast although she tried to keep it steady.

"Kaoru-dono… I…"

"Don't worry about it, Himura-san. I understand…" she whispered.

  The girl pulled herself free, his fingers caressing her hand, lingering on her long fingers. Lifting his gaze, he only caught a glimpse of her retreating back. Sighing, the Choshu's assassin closed the door, his mind elsewhere, back to the moment his lips had taste hers. He shook his head, wild tendrils of scarlet silk flying around him; he would not dwell over that event again. It was bad enough that it kept him from sleep most of the night. But it had felt so good, so soft, it was worst than going over Hercules's works ten times over than stay cold to that memory. It was strange though, never before has a woman caught his attention such as she did, tempting him enough to give into those glorious pink lips of hers. Kenshin felt his cheeks grow hot, his blood boiling. Still, Kaoru was a total mystery to him. When he had thought her pure and said so, she fumed in anger, shouting loud and clear how great his mistake was in thinking so.

  What was so terrible to make her think she was tented, he wondered. In all his encounters, and there was many in his ever lasting life, she was the sweetest and most fresh thing his eyes had seen. Of course, he knew parts of her past that was nearly as horrible as his, and yet he knew she did not even told him half of it. Maybe it was in that shadowed aria of her previous years that laid the secret of her impurity. Closing his eyes, a faint sight escaped his lips, getting lost in the stillness of the darken room. As the purple orbs reopened, he caught a blue something in the corner, something silky and undoubting feminine that just did not belonged there. He knelt down in front of the foreign object, fingering the thing carelessly before picking it up. It was the indigo ribbon he had found that night. It had looked as lost in that strange man's room as it did in his. So delicate and sweet with the unmistaken fragrance of a gentle woman.

  Suddenly, his lavender pools widen as recognition fell on him, he had seen this peculiar thing before, binding silky strands of inky black hairs. No, it could not be, she could not have been there. The mere thought of it seemed like an insult to everything that she was. She was not the only one with a blue ribbon such as this one, she was not the only one who's fragrance seemed to be a mix of winter crisp and jasmine… Who was he kidding. She had been there, there were no doubts. What would happened if she were still there when he came to do his murderous duty? He did not even dared to phantom the possibilities. Letting go of the accusing blue silk, he turned to the other corner of his tiny ward, his gaze falling on his bloody clothing and then turning back to the ribbon. She were right, as usual. No one is as pure as they seem. Even angels could taint their wings with blood. If only he knew why.

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  She hated to crawl the long, incessant corridors at night, no, she despised it deeply. It was like a hatred that griped at her heart so firmly that it hurt. She felt like death, roaming the roads of night and darkness, her scythe ready for the kill, but instead of the deadly weapon, she had a red cloth, as deep as the scarlet liquid the flood through veins. The cold air the slipped through windows that had been carelessly closed hit the sole of her feet sending shivers up her spine. The helm of her long yakuta rimmed the floor, her low padding on the wood soften by that makeshift sound isolation dome. One last time, she thought, one last death and she would be free, her job would be done and she would have repaid her father's unusual debt. Then she could get rid of the reminder, than she would be able to imagine him as the righteous man she believed he was. She would be able to return to her illusion self, believing all that 'bullshit' they had served her as a child, ready to swallow it all again and be lost into it, smile and act as though it was good. Kaoru would be herself again. No more sneaking, no more eavesdropping, no more… She closed her eyes tightly at the memory of the last. So many sacrifices, so much death for the sake of something that was not very clear, even to those who fought for it.

  Whoever said that the Bakumatsu was such a whirlwind of endless fighting in total confusion were right. It was hard to tell which side was the right one. But when so many suffered, what else could one do but help and bring something new, lend a hand to build an utopist world upon the rotten bodies of those who perished protecting what the believed? She turned a corner, her mind elsewhere but her body working as if moving all by itself. It the epoch had new of robots, she could have easily been compare to one of those automats who blindly did what they were told. Reaching her destination, her mind came back to her body and the girl was left facing a door not unlike many other doors in the inn. Sighing, she knelt and disposed of the red cloth, sighing inwardly. She was done. Closing her dark blue eyes, she allowed a small smile to spread across her tired features. There would no longer be any rats, so no more use for the raccoon, and the cat would be left alone without any more distraction to do his job.

  Slowly, as soft as the wind, she strode soundlessly back to her room, trying to forget about the mess she would have to clean in the morning before any one could discover the bloody vision that would soon be room 2.

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  Hidden by the deep layers of shadow that night lend to those who wished for cover, a man followed the young girl, something scarlet in his hand and a devilish smile playing on his darken face. She tiptoed back to her room, looking left and right for any sign of stalker of any kind, a feeling of dread nagging at the back of her mind. Careless she was. Slowly, her door slid open and she walked in, uttering the barest of sigh, her gracious face catching a glitter of moon light that had filtered through her window. The unknown man got a glimpse of her glorious blue eyes before she closed the shoji. How careless she had been. The once faint smirk spread to a full dangerous grin as a deep feeling satisfaction swell inside. Her carelessness would bring her demise. Too bad he did not had the chance to taste her beauty, but for the sake of his life, sacrifices had to be make. The rat shall survive whilst the raccoon perish under the blade of the vengeful cat. As the shadowy man left, the only thing that remained, a blood red scarf, the mark of death she had put down would soon be her own.

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  Kenshin stared down at the two pieces of paper he had received that day. The first, in a black envelop, given to him by Iizuka as usually, telling him to kill someone he just could not believe should die. The other, in a red envelop, had come to him by the hands of Kamiya Kaoru, ordered him not to take the first in consideration and just find the red scarf as he once did. Something was wrong, very wrong. As the redhead roamed the dark corridors of the inn, his senses awake and ready, the warrior tried to reach some kind of concentration that would always venture away from his grasp.

  The earlier events of the week had confused him more than he would let it show. Somehow, his guilt and self-loathing seemed to reach a pick, leaving him in complete darkness. He was not known for his pessimistic way, while many of his kind would drown in deep depression, he stood strong hoping one day he would find a way out of his misery. But, now that more complicated feelings seemed to be awaken within his damned being, everything seemed much darker and hopeless. When he thought he had found a ray of light in his hole of eternity, he realized that no light, no matter how brilliant, could save him from his condition. Who was he to hope for salvation when he was not even meant to be?

  He had walked through the greater part of the building and still no sign of the red cloth he sought. He was now reaching the staff quarters when he found it, laying so frustratingly innocent in front of a door he wished it would not be. Swallowing hard, feeling a weight heavier that a thousand over feed elephants, he gripped his sword, closing his lavender eyes, feeling numbing ach all over his lightly shaking body. The door slid open soundlessly and he scanned to room for its occupant. There she laid, sleeping, a childish smile softening her charming features. Like an angel, she breathed slowly, lost in a sea of dreams he could never have. She was beauty, she was purity, she was innocence made human, and he would be the one to destroy it.

  He observed her, a sense of awe growing within him. This could not be true, he could not bring himself to even start believing it. After fighting so hard inside to preserve her life and paying the price dearly, he now faced her with shaking hands, frozen in place, staring at her magnificence, wishing her away from him.

"No…" he breathed out, not able to restrain the negation.

  She stirred in her oblivious slumber, unaware of his turmoil. The sound of metal grinding his sheath reverberate over the walls, its echo coming back to him ten folds. Wake, angel and save yourself from soulless demon, you do not belong to sins. Kenshin took a step closer to her, his entire body quivering, his breath coming out rapidly along with the pace of his bruised heart. How he wished he were elsewhere, away from this accusation that hovered over her head such as Damocles' Sword. And he would be the one to cut the invisible string and end her life, his sword that should protect her would be the blade to ravish her breath and guide her violently to eternal sleep. The mere thought of spilling her blood sicken him.

  He rose the katana above his scarlet head, flashes of her spreading through is mind's eyes. Her gentle smile, her carefree spirit, her gentleness, those moment of quietude she had given him. Those lovely moments passed with her were relived at the same time as the deadly blade came down toward her unprotected neck.

  He could see it, as she crashed into him the first time, food sprawled on the floor and the pain of her knee hitting his guts twice in a row.

  And the sword kept falling mercilessly, everything was in slow motion.

   She had fallen on him again, given him a name, he gave her ribbon back, she had smiled at him, how he loved that smile.

  The steel got closer to her pale, almost ghostly body, fragment of seconds by fragment of seconds it grow closer.

  The water splattered around in clear, translucent, shining drops and she fought against rebellious clothes, he had show her how to wash, she had tend to the whole that his vacant soul had left.

  Closer and closer it descended ready to cut her flesh.

  She laid under the stars, broken and lonely, the story of her life an horrific tale he wished to take away from her and he could feel himself slowly fall for her, when friendship flourished into deep affection and the seed of something close to love bloomed within his bloodied heart.

  His blade would soon slash her.

  Her lovely eyes watching him, tending to his feverish body while he craved for something stronger than life, she was not scared, she cared.

  He would kill her.

  Her lips gently brushing his as he gave into temptation, not able to resist her any longer.

  He would kill her.

  She had felt so soft under his touch, leaving him with a deep ach such as a healing wound would.

  He would kill her.

  He would kill her…

  His eyes flashed open, lost lavender meeting fearless velvet blue, a gentle gasp catching in her throat barely before it could completely escape it, his blade millimeters away from it and she laid motionless on her futon. Her hair, ink spread over white beddings, her breath slow as she stared at him, searching his eyes, questioning him without a word. He fell to his knees, the weapon thrown away, hitting the floor non to gently, tears pearling on his face, hands shaking as her fingers slowly circled his wrist and she rose to a half sitting, half laying position, her face so close to his, he could feel her gentle breath on his moisten cheek. A soft hand reached his face, it felt like velvet, her touch so tender it pained him. Her hold on his wrist tighten and his face was brought down to meet hers as a gentle kiss touched his nose, her lips trailing down toward his mouth, catching it so softly, taking his breath away.

  Something inside him broke, as if all his resolve shattered under the power of her care. He closed his eyes, he was lost the moment their lips had meet. Throughout the eternity that his life had last, never before had he felt so much passion, so much hunger, so much love toward a single being. It exploded within him, and he could no longer control himself. He did not exactly know how it happened, nor where it had came from, how his affection to her turned into such an overwhelming desire and burning love, but it did, and he could no longer deny it.

"Kaoru…"

  Her name had escaped him, and it had sounded so soft he was not sure if he had voiced it out-loud. Her finger trailed down his face, buried in his long bright red hair, her lips dancing upon his, her tongue nipping at his bottom lip, making him gasp, and it invaded his mouth. He grunt as her taste flowed over him. Her sent reached his nose, sweet and enticing. He were no longer aware of his doings as his free hand spread to life, catching the arm that kept her balanced, touching the soft fabric of her sleeping yakuta. Kaoru uttered a soft sound in between startle and pleasure. She was prepared for many things in life, but not once had she ever thought she would awake to a deadly assassin and a second later she would be kissing him this way.

  She freed the arm she had held capture, hers reaching up to enrolled around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Since the first time she had felt his lips, she craved for more, and now there he was, willing and wild, his blood boiling for her. The blankets were pushed off her through her silent struggling to get to him, her legs left bare and tempting as the soft, silvery light of the moon danced upon her creamy flesh. Her cheeks flushed, she felt his hand slowly grip her thigh, pulling her clothes further away as he fingered the smooth skin. Kaoru moaned softly, the sound barely reaching his ears, and she guided him down. His lips left hers to roam over her face, and then slowly glide down to her throat, finding her pulsing heart and nipping gently at it, turning her blood to fiery liquid.

  Kenshin wandering hands parted the folds of her clothes, finding her breasts free of bindings and tender under his burning touch. Instincts only guided him, savoring slowly each discovery, keeping those moments of unique bliss jealously secluded in his aching heart. He laid open mouth kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts, pushing the white folds further apart, exposing more and more of her delicious flesh. Where this hunger and passion came from? He did not know. But as it burnt stronger within him, his restrains long forgotten, he did not cared where the beginning laid. She was his to take, wild and willing, and he would not be denied.

  While the assassin turned lover nipped lovingly at the new wonders of the feminine body, Kaoru did not stay inactive. Her fingers had found the knot of his sash, working swiftly it came undone, revealing his chest to her hungry eyes. Her hand wandered over his skin freely, feeling the muscles hard under amazingly soft flesh and he groan against her chest. She gasp as he hot mouth found her nipple and he discovered yet an other wonderful thing. He licked it, nipped it, bit it gently before licking it again, his tongue moving in circle. Her hands were lost in his long scarlet strands, pushing his face to her, her breath becoming a rapid in and outtake, her hear pounding wildly, driving him mad.

  He switched his attention to the other one, one hand massaging the first, his free hand caressing her face. She took hold of it and slowly, directed it down, their fingers entwining as they passed over her soft stomach. The belt of her sleepwear had somehow come undone. She lead him lower still until his fingers touched her aching core and she uttered a soft, pleading moan, showing Kenshin just how to touch her. Kaoru's back arced, Kenshin's face thrown deeper into her chest and she pushed against his hand. His senses were enhance, smelling her arousal mix with the sweet fragrance that was hers only. Every soft whimpers and shallow breathing clear to his ears, her taste flowing his mind.

"Ken…shin…"

  Her voice lost in sweet agony called to him. His mission, his duty, the many lives he had taken, they were all forgotten in the haze of passion. All there was left was her and what he could give and get from her. Her hand griped his shoulders, nails dipping into his flesh painlessly and her moans more frequent as she felt it building inside her. But Kaoru wanted more than this release, she wanted him. Him on her, him in her, him all over her, just him and what he could give to her, what she could give to him.

"Not… not now.. not without.. you…" she whispered completely lost in the feeling.

  He did not quite understood what she meant and thus, kept his gentle stroking of her fire, pushing a finger inside and causing her more pleasure then before, her body quivering and her breath uneven. Her blue eyes flew open, a deep gasp escaping her partly open mouth, and Kenshin kept ravishing her chest. Such torture called to immediate action and her hand slowly, shaking, dived into his hakama, reaching his throbbing arousal and stroking it gently. With a deep groan, Kenshin's mouth left her breasts, his head thrown back, mind lost in the pleasure she gave him. Never before had he felt something this good. Her long finger fallowing his length up and down, her thumb running circles over his tip, it was pure, white, hot bliss. He panted, his breath hard and rasp, catching in his throat. So many sensations, all at once, gripping at him.

  Not knowing any better way, he kissed her hard, lips bruising and the feeling getting stronger, so powerful he thought he would burst. Kenshin released her mouth, searching his breath, his forehead resting over her shoulder, trying to calm his racing heart, the pleasure getting more instance as Kaoru squeezed him gently, her fingers working wonders over his sex. Lifting his head, the red-head stared at her, purple orbs searching blue iris, wanting to know what was happening, why he felt so good, why she was the one to give him such delight. He seemed lost, not knowing what would happen, but loving this sweet torture. She nipped lovingly at the junction of his neck and shoulder, using her free hand to push his pent down, stripping him of his gi soon after, leaving him naked to her appreciative gaze.

  She stopped her teasing, feeling that she could no longer wait, the aching being to much to bare. Slowly, Kaoru showed him the way, feeling him stretch her inner self so wonderfully it could hurt. Kenshin uttered a blissful groan he pushed all the way in. Her warmness, her wetness, it was heaven. He did not need any more guidance, his primal instincts taking over; he pulled out and pushed in tentatively, earning himself a low, delightful moan from Kaoru. Her hands slowly followed his ribs, fingering the twitching muscles underneath the smooth skin and gripping his back, her legs locking around his waist, her pelvis following the slow rhythm he unconsciously set. 

  The more he moved in her, the more her low cries intensified. Her whimpers music to his hears as she moved in perfect harmony with him. Kenshin hissed, it was too much, she was too much. He kissed her shoulder, then bit it and soon after licked it soothingly, enticing more variants of her sweet love making cries. His pace grew more heretic, feeling something growing inside that would turn everything he had felt to mere caresses compared to it. Kaoru gasped and moaned, pushing against him, meeting each of his trust forcefully, and pulling both of them closer to their climax. Just a little bit more and they would be there.

"K..Ken… shin… don't… don't stop!"

  Each of her pleas, so desperate and sweet, were guiding him further into pleasure. With one powerful trust after another, they rose to the clouds, lost in bliss, oblivious to the worlds that surrounded them. And he was there, with one last push, he burst, his warmth filling her, her name rolling out of his mouth, and not so long after, she joined in, muffling her cry in the crock of his shoulder. Kenshin collapsed on her, exhausted, his mind still shock in the after glow. Kaoru kissed his cheek soothingly, caressing his hair, loving their silky feeling, wondering when the binding had come undone. He breathed against her ear and then lift his head, meeting her drowsy eyes.

"What… what have I done…?"

"You made love, Kenshin. You made love to me," she answered her voice soft and relaxed.

"I…" he was at a lost of words.

"Don't worry," she soothed, her hand caressing his scared cheek. "You did nothing wrong"

"Ka… Kaoru-dono…"

"There's nothing wrong in this Kenshin."

"No… it's… We must… We must leave."

  She stared at him, not quite understanding his words, and not sure if she was willing to. Deep indigo eyes searched through calm violets, soughing an answer of some sort. He kissed her gently, almost chastely, gathering her in his strong arms, embarrassing her body. Kaoru stared up at the ceiling, why must they leave?

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To be continued… … …

a/n: I know, I know, I'm evil. But I have all the rights to be because it's my story. I hope you like it so far. I must say, I didn't planed it to turn that way. I really wanted to keep their love platonic and clean of all sexual material… but, well. I'm a believer in the saying that 'stories writes themselves' and this is where this story lead me to… By the way, if anyone is interested, I drew two fanarts for this fanfiction. If you want a look at it, just say so in your reviews and leave me you're e-mail and it'll be my pleasure to send you the piece of art! ^-^

KARYTA'S PERSONAL THANKING TO HER LOVELY REVIEWERS

Jason M. Lee: Well, I love to keep those things a bit unclear. What is Kenshin? Um… You got that part right about being immortal… but no, his no demon nor vampire. You'll find out soon enough though… well I hope so. Though I did left some pointers about it. What did she meant by not being pure? What do you mean when you say you're not pure but that you are not? ^-^ (jk) You'll know exactly what in the next chapter, along with many of your questions about Kaoru (such as what is she doing there, why is she not pure, why did she left some part of her past story untold and such). Just keep reading! I promises you it'll worth the wait!

omochi: Never said you should stop drinking those things… well, I did yeah, but that's me, not you… anyway. But they don't spit in it.. not that I know of anyway. It's just that chemical things are not my things. And with my anemia, I gotta check what I drink/eat unless I want to be sick. Hahaha, it's Matsu who made them. Once, she tried to make the dinner and Matsu would never let her do it again. She care for he kitchen way too much! Yeah, I know, I hate those assumptions, but really, I think Kenshin won't think the same in the next chappy…

Tsuoi Kakarlena: No! Don't kill me! I just got into college and I wanna live through it! But that imaginary swords away from my imaginary self away! No… argh! (hehe xp)

emsdesire: Really? I remember doing that same thing for a few fanfictions out there… but I never knew someone would one day do the same for my fanfic! I feel important !^-^  Wah… Now I feel like I've got a big responsibility. I must keep it up so you won't ever be desapointed… that's gonna be hard cause I have a weird way to write stories… Believe.. I'm just as curious as you are as to what's gonna happen in this story.. And I'M the one writing it…Go figures… um… Rabid chumpmunks… That's kinda.. interesting… hehe. Maybe, just for you, I'll write a PWP one shot with rabid chipmunks.. (if I ever found out what the heck it is that is..hehe)

Amarome: Wordy? What d'you mean 'Wordy'? But thanks for the review! I really appreciate it.

Aerin-chan: Did I ever told you how much I would love to see Spain? Here we had to World's Youth 2003 and let me tell you… Spain guys are so hot! (ok, I should check my hormones a bit cause I'm 18 and those guys were around 15 up… but damn… they were cute!)  Really? You're figuring out what's going on? Cause you'd be about the first to realise it. I think I'm making too much mistery about what Kenshin really is and who Kaoru is… But, most of what Kaoru did, do and will do will be reviled in the next chapter, so keep reading! I guess many people has a very.. um… wild temper. I (thankfully) am not that moody. The only part of the day that no one can talk to me unless they have a death wish is the morning. I gotta eat something before been able to have a civilised converstation with anybody. It was a real pain back when I was in my old private high school. You know, when you have to have breakfast with so many people at the same time and wish you were still in bed and feels like tearing apart the next person that utters so much as a 'hello' to you it's not what I call a friendly meal… Ah well, we all have a bad points now do we? You can't cook, I'm not talkable in the morning. ^-^ (by the way, I'm sorry I didn't send you this chapter but it was so late and over due… So I'll send it to you first thing in the morning and when I'll get it back, I'll change it… is that ok with you?)

Jen: Yup… that girl was Kaoru… but you didn't get that information from me ok? ^-^ And about that virgin part… I think this chapter should answer that question better than any of my explanation. Hope you'll be less lost.. in any case, next chapter will answer most of your questions about Kaoru.

outsider: Thank you *blush, blush* Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it! Your review just brighten my day! I felt like hugging and kissing every one I meat after reading such a nice coment! Here *hugs and kisses* for you. D'you want a rose too? Or maybe a piece of my strawberry short cake? The whole cake maybe! ^-^

Pinky: Thank you! You don't know how much this means to me.

Ladysilverdragon (aka proud American): I didn't took any ofance in your opinon. As I told you in my e-mail, you have all the rights to have yours and I perfectly understand why you would feel that way. But I will not get into that now will I. You're right though, I got myself to long reviews! And I appreciated it greatly. I love to know the opinon of other people and my offering of friendly talking is still laid down waiting for an answer. It's whenever you want. You seem like an interesting person, really! I'm looking forward to more words from you ^-^ (as long as its got nothing to do with war though… hehe). Kaoru out of character? I don't really think so… but keep in mind that this is an AU.. Characters are bound to be a bit OOC sometimes now don't they? I never though someone would realise I made her a prostitute. You're actually the first one to realise it. Be proud! I should give you a gift for finding it out. What do you think? Should I give a price to the next person who finds out just exactly what Kenshin is? ^-^ I said I may not make this a lemon.. it seemed that I have been wrong. It turned into one… Oh well, I think I'll have to live through it now that it's written…

Female Hittokiri Battousai: Did you like you're review? I did enjoy reading that fanfic, hope you were happy. But really, I'm not that great of a writer. It's just because there are not many good stories around I guess (but yours are good. Just how many times will I have to tell you that before you understand it?) I love yah gurl!

Pffiw… That was long.. And to think I gotta get up early tomorrow… grrr… See you around guys and don't forget to review!!!