The little guy, whose name turned out to be Himura Kenshin, brought Iante
to a place called the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo. It really was quite large - big
house and a big yard, all clean and tidy. It probably would have been a
very serene place if not for the sudden female yell:
"OI, KENSHIN!!! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!"
'Hn, here's one PMSing girl.' Iante thought.
"Oro..."
A small tigress in a yellow kimono sprang from the house with a threatening broom. But seeing the stranger with her rurouni, Kamiya Kaoru stopped in her tracks and turned questioning eyes to Kenshin, who smiled placatingly and said:
"Hello, Kaoru-dono." He indicated Iante. " This is Miss Iante Damodred. I met her in town and she was looking for a place to stay, so I invited her to stay with us for a few days," he mumbled quickly, seeing Kaoru's increasingly cloudy expression.
Iante hurried to add:
"I'll pay, of course. I do not wish to impose."
Kaoru looked at the strange woman - at least a head taller than Kenshin, pale-skinned, quite pretty, with black hair tinted red in the sun and steel- grey eyes.She was dressed in almost indecently tight pants with a white shirt and dark blue vest. In her hands she was carrying a single bag.
"Oh, no, Miss, you're our guest here, you shouldn't think about paying."
Iante squared her shoulders.
"I insist. I will not feel comfortable if I know that I am a free-loader. Please."
Kaoru had nothing to say to that, so just sighed and smiled:
"Well, if you insist, then by all means, please come inside...Can you cook?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As Iante found out, the little 'family' in the Dojo consisted of the owner, Kamiya Kaoru, Kenshin, who had been a rurouni but now lived with Kaoru (at that point Iante wondered exactly what the relationship between these two was), and a boy called Miyojin Yahiko.
The dinner turned out to be quite fun, with Kaoru and Yahiko arguing constantly and Kenshin trying to placate them only to have his head bitten off by Kaoru. The girl really was a little raccoon.
Iante had cooked the dinner meal, for Kaoru couldn't cook to save her life and Iante definitely did not want to be poisoned on her first night in Japan. They had been a bit puzzled by the foreign meal, but Iante was a good cook so there weren't many complaints.
The slightly dysfunctional family gave Iante a pang in her heart. This had been taken away from her by the very man she pursued now.
Tomorrow she had to start looking for clues.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~
Holding the book of Necromicon, the man looked down at the corpse on the bed. Finally. After so many efforts, so many difficulties and problems, he was near his goal. After he brought back the soul of this man from the world of the dead, all he would need was a warrior girl with magical abilities.
He opened the book, his eyes raking over the ancient inscriptions which were said to be written in human blood. The graceful fingers lovingly traced the text as he chanted:
"Kryv pri kryvta, pepel pri pepelta, prah pri prahta. Vyrni se pri men, Takastuki Gentatsu. Napusni sveta na senkite i se vyrni tzarstvoto na jivite. Prizovavam te! Prizovavam te! Prizivavam te! PRIZOVAVAM TE!!!!!!!!"
Blinding, liquid green light filled the room. The screams of a thousand tortured souls echoed in the small space, resonating in the stone walls. A black core of darkness appeared in the light and slowly began to take the shape of a human male.
Watching this horrific scene, the man laughed, practically screeching with laughter. He had done it. He had finally done it.
The black shadow slowly descended over the body of Takatsuki Gentatsu, breathing life into the dead limbs.
As suddenly as the voices and light had appeared, they vanished. All that was left were two men, both of them alive, and the bed which one of them lay on.
The man who had been Takatsuki Gentatsu slowly rose, glowing blue eyes fixed on the one who had resurrected him. The sensuous lips opened in a sly smile to uncover long, sharp fangs.
" I'm thirsty," he said, melodic and velvet.
" I know," answered the man.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Far away, Iante suddenly woke on her futon. Something horrible had been done tonight.
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Takimi Shigure did not like to dream because he almost always had nightmares. But from time to time, he was graced with pleasant dreams. At least, any dream in which Gentatsu was present and WASN'T killed was a good dream.
Tonight's dream was a bit odd, though. It started like any other dream about Gentatsu. They were in the bamboo forest around the house that Gentatsu and his men had attacked that fateful night. The moon was full and shining brightly.
Drawing his sword from its sheath, Shigure raced into the yard with a scream and looked madly around, only to see slain men on the bloody ground. Then he saw the gleam of naked swords in the forest. He knew what he would find but ran in that direction anyway, desperately hoping to reach him in time, just this once.
To his shock, he actually did.
Gentatsu was standing there, silken hair down, the body of the Battousai at his feet. There was blood on him, on his clothes, on his face, on his sword. He looked absolutely beautiful. The silver moonlight made the scene eerie, ethereal, unreal.
With a small smile, Gentatsu caressed the face of his friend, who in turn leaned desperately into the touch of those graceful fingers.
"My poor Shigure. What have they done to you?"
Shigure could feel tears slowly running down his cheeks.
"I love you "
"I know. I always knew. "
Lovingly, Gentatsu kissed Shigure's lips. Shigure opened his mouth pliantly, letting the tongue of his friend inside as strong hands drew him into a heated embrace. The kiss stopped only to lick his neck instead. Shigure sighed, cradled the silken head, and bared his throat for better access. The hands on his hips grabbed his bottom and ground his pelvis against Gentatsu's crotch. Heated hardness grinded against heated hardness. The mouth on his neck was licking and sucking and Shigure moaned in pleasure. He had wished for this for so long.
"What are you ready to do for me, Shigure?"
"Everything. I'll do everything for you!"
"Will you give yourself to me? Mind, body and soul?"
"Yes, oh yes! "
Gentatsu gently let him go and smiled.
"Soon."
TBC....
"OI, KENSHIN!!! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!"
'Hn, here's one PMSing girl.' Iante thought.
"Oro..."
A small tigress in a yellow kimono sprang from the house with a threatening broom. But seeing the stranger with her rurouni, Kamiya Kaoru stopped in her tracks and turned questioning eyes to Kenshin, who smiled placatingly and said:
"Hello, Kaoru-dono." He indicated Iante. " This is Miss Iante Damodred. I met her in town and she was looking for a place to stay, so I invited her to stay with us for a few days," he mumbled quickly, seeing Kaoru's increasingly cloudy expression.
Iante hurried to add:
"I'll pay, of course. I do not wish to impose."
Kaoru looked at the strange woman - at least a head taller than Kenshin, pale-skinned, quite pretty, with black hair tinted red in the sun and steel- grey eyes.She was dressed in almost indecently tight pants with a white shirt and dark blue vest. In her hands she was carrying a single bag.
"Oh, no, Miss, you're our guest here, you shouldn't think about paying."
Iante squared her shoulders.
"I insist. I will not feel comfortable if I know that I am a free-loader. Please."
Kaoru had nothing to say to that, so just sighed and smiled:
"Well, if you insist, then by all means, please come inside...Can you cook?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As Iante found out, the little 'family' in the Dojo consisted of the owner, Kamiya Kaoru, Kenshin, who had been a rurouni but now lived with Kaoru (at that point Iante wondered exactly what the relationship between these two was), and a boy called Miyojin Yahiko.
The dinner turned out to be quite fun, with Kaoru and Yahiko arguing constantly and Kenshin trying to placate them only to have his head bitten off by Kaoru. The girl really was a little raccoon.
Iante had cooked the dinner meal, for Kaoru couldn't cook to save her life and Iante definitely did not want to be poisoned on her first night in Japan. They had been a bit puzzled by the foreign meal, but Iante was a good cook so there weren't many complaints.
The slightly dysfunctional family gave Iante a pang in her heart. This had been taken away from her by the very man she pursued now.
Tomorrow she had to start looking for clues.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~
Holding the book of Necromicon, the man looked down at the corpse on the bed. Finally. After so many efforts, so many difficulties and problems, he was near his goal. After he brought back the soul of this man from the world of the dead, all he would need was a warrior girl with magical abilities.
He opened the book, his eyes raking over the ancient inscriptions which were said to be written in human blood. The graceful fingers lovingly traced the text as he chanted:
"Kryv pri kryvta, pepel pri pepelta, prah pri prahta. Vyrni se pri men, Takastuki Gentatsu. Napusni sveta na senkite i se vyrni tzarstvoto na jivite. Prizovavam te! Prizovavam te! Prizivavam te! PRIZOVAVAM TE!!!!!!!!"
Blinding, liquid green light filled the room. The screams of a thousand tortured souls echoed in the small space, resonating in the stone walls. A black core of darkness appeared in the light and slowly began to take the shape of a human male.
Watching this horrific scene, the man laughed, practically screeching with laughter. He had done it. He had finally done it.
The black shadow slowly descended over the body of Takatsuki Gentatsu, breathing life into the dead limbs.
As suddenly as the voices and light had appeared, they vanished. All that was left were two men, both of them alive, and the bed which one of them lay on.
The man who had been Takatsuki Gentatsu slowly rose, glowing blue eyes fixed on the one who had resurrected him. The sensuous lips opened in a sly smile to uncover long, sharp fangs.
" I'm thirsty," he said, melodic and velvet.
" I know," answered the man.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Far away, Iante suddenly woke on her futon. Something horrible had been done tonight.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Takimi Shigure did not like to dream because he almost always had nightmares. But from time to time, he was graced with pleasant dreams. At least, any dream in which Gentatsu was present and WASN'T killed was a good dream.
Tonight's dream was a bit odd, though. It started like any other dream about Gentatsu. They were in the bamboo forest around the house that Gentatsu and his men had attacked that fateful night. The moon was full and shining brightly.
Drawing his sword from its sheath, Shigure raced into the yard with a scream and looked madly around, only to see slain men on the bloody ground. Then he saw the gleam of naked swords in the forest. He knew what he would find but ran in that direction anyway, desperately hoping to reach him in time, just this once.
To his shock, he actually did.
Gentatsu was standing there, silken hair down, the body of the Battousai at his feet. There was blood on him, on his clothes, on his face, on his sword. He looked absolutely beautiful. The silver moonlight made the scene eerie, ethereal, unreal.
With a small smile, Gentatsu caressed the face of his friend, who in turn leaned desperately into the touch of those graceful fingers.
"My poor Shigure. What have they done to you?"
Shigure could feel tears slowly running down his cheeks.
"I love you "
"I know. I always knew. "
Lovingly, Gentatsu kissed Shigure's lips. Shigure opened his mouth pliantly, letting the tongue of his friend inside as strong hands drew him into a heated embrace. The kiss stopped only to lick his neck instead. Shigure sighed, cradled the silken head, and bared his throat for better access. The hands on his hips grabbed his bottom and ground his pelvis against Gentatsu's crotch. Heated hardness grinded against heated hardness. The mouth on his neck was licking and sucking and Shigure moaned in pleasure. He had wished for this for so long.
"What are you ready to do for me, Shigure?"
"Everything. I'll do everything for you!"
"Will you give yourself to me? Mind, body and soul?"
"Yes, oh yes! "
Gentatsu gently let him go and smiled.
"Soon."
TBC....