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            On with the story.

    `~Be Careful What You Wish For~`

Amber eyes darted over the room. 'This is so boring. I could be doing something different right now,' thought the young man standing in the dark house. 'Katsura must think this girl is of importance or something because otherwise he's gonna get it.'

Slinking across the room, the young man had his hand in a ready position hovering his katana. Tip-toeing past several rooms, he moved to the end of a hallway and peeked inside.

On the futon in the bedroom lay a girl, sleeping. But it appeared to the young man not peaceful sleep. She tossed and turned and moaned and groaned, murmuring for somebody to stop touching her.

The young man rolled his eyes. 'Just another whore for a stupid businessman. No wonder Katsura wants her dead. It'll upset the businessman. What was his name again? Tokishi? Something like that.'

The young man tiptoed over to the sleeping girl, his amber eyes searching for any sign of any other movement. He had many enemies. That was for sure. And one could be watching him right now.

Unsheathing his sword he looked down upon the girl. She tossed around so she was facing up. The young man gasped at her face. She was beautiful. Suddenly, her eyes began to flutter open, and the young man put the sword to her neck to stop her from screaming.

"Scream and you will die," he whispered, his voice deadlier then anything the girl had ever heard before. His amber eyes told all and the girl immediately knew who this man was.

The young man was about to stab the sword into her throat, when suddenly he starred into the pools of her blue eyes. They were part horror, part anticipation, but at the same time the young man was shocked to see passion in those lovely eyes.

'Stop fooling yourself. She doesn't know you, you don't know her, end of story. Just kill her and get outa here.' he thought coldly. But he couldn't quite bring himself to it. 'Come on! You've done this a million times before so why can't you do it now???' His code told him, 'But I can't kill a woman!' he nearly growled. 'Yes you can, now come on!' 'No!'

The girl swallowed harshly. 'His amber eyes. I know them well. Tokishi has spoken of them many times. I believe that Tokishi is a rival of a man named Katsura, for whom this man works for. And now here he is. . .and he's going to kill me.' She thought.

But the girl realized something. 'He's hesitating! But wow. . .those amber eyes are so handsome!!! I've always wished to see them in person, to know them well. I never fully understood that this man was the most feared man who ever walked Tokyo until today when Tokishi told me all about him. What a horrible life this man must live!'

The young man decided to sheath his sword back up. "You're coming with me!" he hissed, trying to put his awe of the girl's eyes away and his normal cruel voice back into action.

He picked the girl up, slinked over to the window, opened it up, and looked down. He cursed silently after seeing the drop, but he could make it. He silently prayed that he wouldn't hurt his knees in any way as he jumped from the window, twenty feet above the ground.

The girl didn't dare let out the scream that had poured into her throat. 'Is he NUTS???' She thought. She let out a sigh of relief when the young man landed gently on the ground and began to run with her tightly wrapped in his arms.

The young man smiled at himself, but silently wondered what Katsura would think when he heard that the girl wasn't dead. He just couldn't bring himself to kill her. . .she was so innocent in his eyes, but he knew she was not. She had been Tokishi's whore for at least six months, and she was nowhere near innocent.

And yet she looked so innocent when she looked up into his eyes, her blue meeting his amber. The young man sighed in grief. What would everybody think when they heard that he was going soft? I mean. . .how could it be? Nobody would believe it at all!!! He was the Hitokiri Battousai, and he could not go soft.

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Somehow, the girl managed to fall asleep in the Battousai's arms. He ran into a tall skyscraper and ran to the elevator. He went up to the very top and got out. Walking down the hallway, one of the doors opened and a man popped his head out.

"Oi Himura! Whatcha got there?" he asked, a cigarette in his mouth.

The Battousai didn't listen to him and opened the door next to his. He turned to the man and said, "Noyu, not a thing to Katsura, understand?" his amber eyes flashed angrily.

The man just smiled. "Sure, whatever Himura," he puffed on his cigarette one last time then closed his door.

The Battousai locked his door and looked about his apartment. It was a simple apartment, a couch and large chair and small table creating a small living room, to his right was a kitchen with a sink and refrigerator, and to his left was a small hallway. On the right side of the hallway was a bathroom and to the left was a bedroom.

The Battousai walked over to the couch and threw the girl on it. He stared down at her sleeping body, trying his best to figure out why he hadn't killed her. But he just couldn't get it. He sighed and put his katana on the shelf above the fireplace and walked over to the bathroom.

He took off all his clothes, turned on the water and took a shower. Sighing, he washed his body all the way down and used conditioner in his hair, just to make it look and smell a bit better. 'To wash away the blood. . .' he thought.

Back in the living room, the girl woke up, the sound of water in her head. She looked around the dark room, looking for that young man. She totally recognized his eyes. He was the Battousai, the most feared man of all Japan.

She decided to not get off the couch and sat there, waiting for the Battousai to get out of the shower. 'Sure. I wished for something exciting. . .and maybe scary in a way. . .but the Hitokiri Battousai??? Oh man. Kamiya Kaoru. . .what have you gotten yourself into?' She asked herself.

The Battousai stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a robe. He looked over at the girl, who asked, "What is your real name. Battousai?"

The Battousai wasn't shocked to hear that she knew who he was, for it certainly wasn't hard to figure out with his red hair, amber eyes, and a X shape scar on his left cheek.

"Must you really know?" he asked, his voice colder then ice.

"Yes." Came the answer.

"Aren't you afraid?" his voice was colder, if possible, trying to get her to be afraid. He smiled when it worked.

"Yes." Her voice didn't show it but her eyes did.

The Battousai smiled coldly. "My real name is Himura Kenshin. . .if you must know," he said. He walked over to the large chair and sat down slowly, as though he were the oldest man alive.

"And your name?" Kenshin asked.

The girl didn't show her shock. 'Why is he asking when he was actually sent to kill me? Hmmm.' she wondered. "Kamiya Kaoru. . .if you must know," she added the last part with a hint of humor. 'Why am I playing around with my kidnapper???' Kaoru asked herself.

Kenshin covered his smile. "Go to bed," he told her.

"And where am I to sleep?"

"In my room."

"Where is your room?"

"Down the hall to the left."

"And where will you sleep?"

"Right here."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you want me to sleep with you?"

Kaoru got up at that point, not knowing what to say. To be sure, she didn't want to sleep with him but. . .she wondered what it would be like. She walked down to the bedroom, got in bed and fell asleep.

Kenshin sat on the large chair, thinking. 'Why didn't I kill her and why am I allowing her to stay at my apartment. Katsura's gonna kill me. . .no wait. He can't.' Kenshin chuckled to himself. 'No one can defeat me. Especially that girl, Kaoru.'

To Be Continued. . .

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