Hi all! This little ficcie is the product of two minds! Rurouni Angel and Chiruken have teamed up to bring you an original Alternate Pairing Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction!
"Charmed" is going to be wild, a little crazy and maybe even a little scary at times…especially considering whom the Altered Pair will be!
Now, I feel compelled to add in a few warnings before we get into the fic itself:
1.Alternate Pairing!!! There….that's said.
2.This fic is rated for a decidedly citrus flavor. That means this fic is probably going to turn into a lemon sometime soon.
3.If you have a problem with sexually explicit scenes, dialogue or themes, then this fic is definitely not for you. If you have a problem with Alternate Pairings, then this fic is definitely not for you.
Well, now that that's been said…On with the fic!!!
(Oh…and don't forget to have fun! That's the main goal of this collaboration of Angel and Chiruken.)
Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
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RPG Collaboration between Rurouni Angel & Chiruken
Charmed
Part 2
By Angel
Shinomori Aoshi was, to say the least, very displeased with how Misao's training exercises had turned out the previous night. He had, in fact, been quite pleased with the improvements Misao had been making, but somewhere down the line he forgot that she was not quite up to his expectations, yet.
But that was beside the point at the moment, the fact that Misao was indeed injured made him angrier than his lack of notice of her skills. Slowly sipping at some lukewarm tea that Omasu had brought earlier, his thoughts raged in turmoil. He remembered that Omasu had mentioned that Misao was awake and was silently fuming about the pervious night. Noting that as well as he knew Misao she was more embarrassed than any thing, to add to this Okon had whispered that a visit from him might make her feel better. Shaking his head silently, he knew better…he would be the last person she would want to see.
When the sudden urge to go and buy peppermint sticks over came him he closed his eyes and muttered under his breath in mild irritation at himself. "She is no longer a child."
Omasu, who had slipped back into the room, surprised him by laughing out loud, having obviously heard his mutterings. Still laughing, she gathered the now empty teacup and left. Pausing on her way out the shouji, she turned back to meet his cool gaze. "Peppermint sticks won't work any more, Okashira. But if you are willing I am sure Misao-chan is more than ready to accept another sweet off of you." She whispered with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Grinding his together in irritation as he watched Omasu leave, his thoughts raged at her words. But he did not dare say one word…not a single one. Quickly wetting his dry lips with his tongue, Aoshi was nearly overcome as memories of the night's events flooded through his mind. Memories that had nothing to do with the sweet Misao. No, they were memories of a nameless woman that occupied his late, late night hours. Sighing as he remembered the small soft hands searching his body, caressing in slow circles, tormenting…kami-sama how he had wished for the hands to hold some kind of warmth in them.
Remembered wishing it was Misao's hot little mouth that had pleasured you? An insistent voice whispered in his mind, dark and sultry with its forbidden longings and desires…those very same longings and desires that had been plaguing his dreams with terrible frequency of late. He mentally shook his head hard to clear it, the question having hit him hard and fast, catching him completely off guard. Blinking back the memories flooding his consciousness and any wishful thinking that had accompanied them, he moved to stand and stretch when Kurojou silently slid the shouji open and popped his head inside.
"Misao-chan's eye will be completely swollen by night fall and the rest will be black and blue." He whispered his report into the dimness of his Okashira's room
Aoshi nodded his thanks and moved slowly with his usual unconscious grace to exit his room when Okon came rushing in, a perplexed frown marring her features. "Okashira, Fujita Goro from the police department is to here to see you." Her curiosity was plain to see…as well as the bewilderment. Aoshi both felt and heard the confusion in Okon's voice, but he could not answer her unspoken questions as to why Mibu's Wolf had arrived on their doorstep. The simple truth was that, though he had vast networks of informants working for him, he was baffled when it came to Assistant Inspector Fujita, formerly known as Saito Hajime.