Author's Note: Scenes of violence and emotion are my strong suite; I have
difficulty with sexual scenes simply because violence is more my forte, so
excuse me for any shortcomings it may have. Enjoy yourselves on this
chapter,
Shinta leaned back and looked around the table, the sentiment of anticipation hovering to the point of palpability so as to be cut with his sakabatou. Yahiko had a look of fierce but uncertain determination that seemed to characterize him every time Shinta brought with him a part of his past such as this. Kaoru's reaction though, is what worried him, because this had penetrated her deeply causing her much internal anguish.
"I promised to finish my story," Shinta began "and it's time I finished it. A long time ago Torisaka and Sarekoso used me in a plot of betrayal; the end result of which is my having to bring Tomoe the news of her husband's death twice over. I was tricked into killing the wrong man, so as soon as Tomoe found out her husband was still alive, I had to tell her that he was in fact dead. After I discovered how I had been manipulated like that I went in search of the two, and when I found them was challenged, but I could not defeat them."
Unbeknownst to Shinta, a crystal tear had formed on his eye, and it sparkled with the edge of a thousands razors. Those members of the Kenshin- gumi present saw this, and were taken back by what they saw. Kaoru noticed this most of all, following him as he got up and walked into their room.
He sat down leaning his back against the wall, burying his face in his hands, but he made not a sound. She walked over to him as quietly as possible, placing her arms around him as she sat down beside him placing her head on his shoulder.
For twenty minutes, all he did was hold Kaoru, just sit there and hold her. Finally, she slipped off his gi as she drew him to her.
"You've been there for me for so long Shinta," she had lowered her voice to a soft murmur "now it's time for me to hold you, to ease your pain."
She turned his head and kissed him, smiling softly as she did. It was but a ripple across his grief stricken complexion, but she got him to brighten up. Kaoru's kiss had shone through as a ray of light does a cloudy day. The second time however, more than a few rays entered.
Each time they renewed each other's embrace; Kaoru found he became more and more passionate out of the slowly dissolving dismal mood of her Shinta. He was finally ready to begin when he sat up and removed her kimono caressing her back.
He started from her face, and worked his way down from the neck to the shoulders, to the chest, concentrating his efforts mainly on her neck. His kisses were quick and methodical, much like his fighting style, the hitten mitsurugi ryuu has more than one application after all.
Kaoru was eventually rolled onto their bed, and was pinned effortlessly.
"Kaoru, you've been the one person I could always lean on like this, someone who could ease the pain. For that I thank you, but now enough talk, I never leave a job unfinished."
Needless to say, Shinta was now suitably distracted from his previously distressing and depressing mood.
Again and again she was pounded, the harder he struck, the more she gasped and moaned. Over and over he struck, she had begun to moan now, but she did not truly reach the pinnacles of such joy until he tasted her neck. There was a twinge of pain, but that only brought an ecstasy far greater than the pain could ever hope to penetrate.
A cycle had been created, as she approached each threshold, he would break through until she could take no more. They finally came together as Kaoru sat up to meet Shinta as he came down; their lips met, and for those precious few seconds they met on even ground.
Several hours later, for it was well past midnight, they lay in bed drowsy from their evening. Night had fallen, and the sounds of the night had engulfed their home. A cool breeze whistling through the trees complimented by a full moon suggested that on this cloudless night that the day itself had managed to find calm after its sudden disturbance.
The night in and of itself is a paradox in that for all the emptiness darkness seems to convey, some see it as having more life in it than day. There is a different feel all together concerning the night, for a creature of the night and that of the day share different worlds that though they are physically the same are drastically different.
'Shinta, I'm worried about you, there's so much I don't understand, and I can't lose you. I just don't know what to do, I mean what is going on?'
Even though Shinta had been distracted from his overhanging plight, Kaoru was not. Insecurities began to grow within her, and all of them stemmed from her fear of somehow losing her precious Shinta.
She rolled over, since Shinta had by this time fallen asleep, and tried to do the same. She succeeded, but her dreams that night allowed her anything but true sleep.
The next morning, a visitor appeared at the gate, and Kaoru went to receive him as she customarily did when visitors appeared.
"Good mourning sir, what brings you to my home?"
Her answer came in a sweet, almost liquid voice, almost as if his voice were a drug.
"I am Sarekoso. Do not be afraid, I have need to speak with Kenshin, that is my sole purpose. Can I find him here?"
Author's Note: There, I finally finished this chapter. I understand things were a bit mild, but my story as you will come to know will definitely deserve its R rating. Anyway, let me know what you think.
Shinta leaned back and looked around the table, the sentiment of anticipation hovering to the point of palpability so as to be cut with his sakabatou. Yahiko had a look of fierce but uncertain determination that seemed to characterize him every time Shinta brought with him a part of his past such as this. Kaoru's reaction though, is what worried him, because this had penetrated her deeply causing her much internal anguish.
"I promised to finish my story," Shinta began "and it's time I finished it. A long time ago Torisaka and Sarekoso used me in a plot of betrayal; the end result of which is my having to bring Tomoe the news of her husband's death twice over. I was tricked into killing the wrong man, so as soon as Tomoe found out her husband was still alive, I had to tell her that he was in fact dead. After I discovered how I had been manipulated like that I went in search of the two, and when I found them was challenged, but I could not defeat them."
Unbeknownst to Shinta, a crystal tear had formed on his eye, and it sparkled with the edge of a thousands razors. Those members of the Kenshin- gumi present saw this, and were taken back by what they saw. Kaoru noticed this most of all, following him as he got up and walked into their room.
He sat down leaning his back against the wall, burying his face in his hands, but he made not a sound. She walked over to him as quietly as possible, placing her arms around him as she sat down beside him placing her head on his shoulder.
For twenty minutes, all he did was hold Kaoru, just sit there and hold her. Finally, she slipped off his gi as she drew him to her.
"You've been there for me for so long Shinta," she had lowered her voice to a soft murmur "now it's time for me to hold you, to ease your pain."
She turned his head and kissed him, smiling softly as she did. It was but a ripple across his grief stricken complexion, but she got him to brighten up. Kaoru's kiss had shone through as a ray of light does a cloudy day. The second time however, more than a few rays entered.
Each time they renewed each other's embrace; Kaoru found he became more and more passionate out of the slowly dissolving dismal mood of her Shinta. He was finally ready to begin when he sat up and removed her kimono caressing her back.
He started from her face, and worked his way down from the neck to the shoulders, to the chest, concentrating his efforts mainly on her neck. His kisses were quick and methodical, much like his fighting style, the hitten mitsurugi ryuu has more than one application after all.
Kaoru was eventually rolled onto their bed, and was pinned effortlessly.
"Kaoru, you've been the one person I could always lean on like this, someone who could ease the pain. For that I thank you, but now enough talk, I never leave a job unfinished."
Needless to say, Shinta was now suitably distracted from his previously distressing and depressing mood.
Again and again she was pounded, the harder he struck, the more she gasped and moaned. Over and over he struck, she had begun to moan now, but she did not truly reach the pinnacles of such joy until he tasted her neck. There was a twinge of pain, but that only brought an ecstasy far greater than the pain could ever hope to penetrate.
A cycle had been created, as she approached each threshold, he would break through until she could take no more. They finally came together as Kaoru sat up to meet Shinta as he came down; their lips met, and for those precious few seconds they met on even ground.
Several hours later, for it was well past midnight, they lay in bed drowsy from their evening. Night had fallen, and the sounds of the night had engulfed their home. A cool breeze whistling through the trees complimented by a full moon suggested that on this cloudless night that the day itself had managed to find calm after its sudden disturbance.
The night in and of itself is a paradox in that for all the emptiness darkness seems to convey, some see it as having more life in it than day. There is a different feel all together concerning the night, for a creature of the night and that of the day share different worlds that though they are physically the same are drastically different.
'Shinta, I'm worried about you, there's so much I don't understand, and I can't lose you. I just don't know what to do, I mean what is going on?'
Even though Shinta had been distracted from his overhanging plight, Kaoru was not. Insecurities began to grow within her, and all of them stemmed from her fear of somehow losing her precious Shinta.
She rolled over, since Shinta had by this time fallen asleep, and tried to do the same. She succeeded, but her dreams that night allowed her anything but true sleep.
The next morning, a visitor appeared at the gate, and Kaoru went to receive him as she customarily did when visitors appeared.
"Good mourning sir, what brings you to my home?"
Her answer came in a sweet, almost liquid voice, almost as if his voice were a drug.
"I am Sarekoso. Do not be afraid, I have need to speak with Kenshin, that is my sole purpose. Can I find him here?"
Author's Note: There, I finally finished this chapter. I understand things were a bit mild, but my story as you will come to know will definitely deserve its R rating. Anyway, let me know what you think.