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 3
By Chiruken
Misao sighed heavily and gingerly touched her fingertips to her painfully swollen and bruised eye, wincing at the contact. "Itai!" She drew in a sharp hiss of air and lowered her hand to rest in her lap again. She bowed her head, dark braid sliding over her shoulder, feeling a stinging sensation in her eyes, closing her hands into fists, and fought to hold in the tears of humiliation, slender shoulders shaking with her efforts. What must Aoshi-sama think of me now? She thought in silent misery. She knew the answer unfortunately. "Clumsy…" She whispered. "Incompetent…" She squeezed her eyes shut tight. "Hopeless…" She sniffed loudly. "Useless…" Her voice cracked on the last word, a single tear tracing a silvery path down her smooth cheek, turning to a glistening droplet as it hung suspended, poised to fall from her small, pointed chin. She drew in a shuddering breath and wiped her arm across her face, removing all evidence of the teardrop.
Soft footsteps just outside the shouji to her room drew her attention and she stood slowly, ignoring the throbbing behind her black eye. Sliding the shouji open a crack she watched as Okon hurried toward Aoshi's room. Lips pursed thoughtfully, Misao exited silently followed and, concealed in the shadows, listened to the hushed conversation between Okon and Aoshi, a frown puckering her delicate brows. Saito's here? She thought, curiosity filling her. She couldn't think of one good reason why Saito Hajime would be paying a visit to the Aoiya, headquarters of the Oniwabanshu, now back under the command of Shinomori Aoshi. Her frown darkened to a scowl. What are they up to? She shrank further into the shadows when Aoshi stepped into the hall. Biting her lower lip, Misao watched his tall frame walk away from her, green eyes sad and full of longing. "Aoshi-sama…" She breathed his name, a soft whisper of sound that didn't carry above the natural creaking of the floorboards. Tears filled her eyes as realization hit her with the suddenness of a typhoon. Aoshi-sama will never love me…Raising her hands to cover her face, Misao trembled as she felt her young heart shatter into countless shards.
Drawing in several deep breaths to center herself, Makimachi Misao slowly lowered her hands and squared her shoulders, a look of determination entering her sorrowful green eyes. Even if she couldn't gain the love of her beloved Okashira, she could maybe earn his respect. With a quick nod, she hurried after him silently, resolved to prove her worth any way necessary…no matter what the cost may be. She was tired of being over looked and ignored by someone she'd looked up to and admired…loved…her whole life. It was time she did something about it. She nodded again, a decisive movement, and quickly hid herself outside the room Aoshi had stepped into.
"Saito Hajime. What do you want?" Aoshi's voice was cold and tightly controlled. Misao shivered and frowned, straining to hear the conversation without giving her presence away. What is Saito doing here? She was, of course, suspicious of the unexpected arrival of the man once known as Mibu's Wolf. Peeking in through a small tear in the thin paper wall, she studied the tall, lean form of the former captain of the third squad of the Shinsengumi.
Saito smirked at the younger man and lifted a cigarette to his lips, leisurely striking a match and touching it to the end of the cigarette, smoke curling lazily about his head, amber eyes hard and mocking. "Shinomori Aoshi…A pleasure, as always." The sarcasm was palatable.
Misao felt her lips curving upwards in amusement. She couldn't think of anyone else who'd dare to address the leader of the Oniwabanshu in such a mocking manner. For a moment she wished she could see Aoshi's face…that is, until he spoke, tones icy and full of menace. "Get on with it, Saito. I don't have time to waste on government dogs." Misao covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. What is he doing?! Is he trying to pick a fight?
Saito's eyes narrowed, features tightening with anger, as he tossed his partially smoked cigarette aside and rested his hand on the hilt of his katana. "I'll ignore that, Shinomori, for the moment. However, I will not tolerate such insulting comments again." Leaning back against the support post of the engawa, Saito regarded Aoshi silently, golden gaze assessing, then slowly lit another cigarette. Watching this, Misao frowned, briefly wondering how he could smoke so much without making himself sick.