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 4

By Angel

Taking a long, deep drag of his cigarette, Saito blew the smoke to the right where most of it would not hit Shinomori Aoshi directly in his face, not that he really cared if he observed the courtesies expected by society. After all this was a business trip, not one of pleasure. Smirking as he watched the other man relax his stance, Saito lowered his voice to a menacing growl. "One might not want to let his guard down in front of a known enemy." Saito nearly laughed out loud when he saw the tension reenter Aoshi's shoulders. Smiling once again he brought his cigarette to his to inhale deeply of the fragrant tobacco smoke. Closing his eyes at the shear pleasure he derived from such a simple act he took a moment to savor the flavor before quickly blowing out the smoke to get right down to business. He saw no need to 'beat around the bush.' "Tell me Shinomori, how do you spend the late night hours in such a quiet place?"

As he watched, mixed emotions flicked across the Okashira's features, settling finally on anger. "That is not your concern." His voice was as icy as a frost bitten winter in Hokkaido.

Amber gaze narrowed dangerously, Saito leaned forward, lowering his voice to an equally cold level. "When it's illegal it is. And I happen to know that your choice of company recently is just that." Not even bothering to wait for a response, he continued. "Plus let's not forget your actions just two years ago." He waited and glanced at Shinomori, deciding whether or not if he was going to let him continue, or throw him out. Openly smirking when the look of defeat entered Aoshi's green eyes, he gently started to roll his lit cigarette between his fingers and relaxed his stance. "Now with that in mind, the government is willing to forget everything if and when you decide to accept what they are offering." Slowly Saito counted silently. He reached four before Shinomori Aoshi replied.

"And what are they offering?"

It had taken longer than he expected, but none the less he continued on. "The Meiji Government requires your, shall we say, skills." He allowed his smirk to widen just enough to let him know just what skills he was referring to and just what he thought of those skills. It took only a moment for the understanding to reach his eyes. And then another heartbeat for anger to kindle and burn within his eyes, understanding evident in the tightness of his features. Saito watched as Aoshi slowly began to pace the length of the engawa. Back and forth, steps even and measured, his thoughts obviously focused on thinking over this new information. Suddenly Saito feel a lightly suppressed ki. Shaking his head imperceptibly, he recognized exactly who the ki belonged to, having felt it once before, nearly two years before. Concluding that it was not a threat to his current mission, je decided to let the weasel stay put. After all, the situation involved her directly as well. Letting his attention shift back to and focus on Shinomori, Saito let his burning cigarette slip out of his hand and ground it into the hard packed dirt. "The weasel is also required." He ignored the sharp look Aoshi sent him as well as the abrupt spiking of the concealed ki. "She and I are the only ones actually required for this mission. What you are needed for is the acquisition of false, yet legal, marriage papers." Saito watched with wicked amusement as Shinomori Aoshi quickly spun around to face him directly, his expression tense and strained. Noticing that there was a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his face, Saito arched a mocking eyebrow at him. Aoshi's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Saito smirked at the hostility radiating from the other man, knowing that it stemmed from much more than his request. "This mission would give you ample time to solve your current situation with the weasel." Wicked amusement glinted in his amber gaze. "Also, this mission might improve the girl herself. Everyone knows that she thinks much too highly you anyway."

At this Saito watched as Aoshi backed away and brought a hand to comb his black, now damp hair. Smirking at how discomfited the Okashira appeared…and how nervous the weasel's ki had become…Saito silently acknowledged that he was thoroughly enjoying this little melodrama of his creating. Suddenly the Okashira started to pace again muttering under his breath.

I am surprised he is even considering this. Was the fist thing to enter Saito's amused mind, quickly closing his eyes, he focused his thoughts on the ki that lay hidden behind the door. He frowned slightly as he sifted through the emotions she was currently broadcasting, detecting a combination of confusion, worry, and most of all fear. Frown deepening, Saito wondered briefly just what the weasel was so fearful of. The situation didn't warrant so much blatant fear to flood her ki so quickly. It was almost as if she was afraid of her beloved Okashira denying his request. His eyes snapped open again. But somehow that didn't feel right. Some of her fear came from his presence, that much was obvious. Yet under it all there was something else…something he could not quite put his finger on. The sensation was familiar to him…and yet at the same time it was not. Suddenly Shinomori stopped his pacing and came to face him once more.

"What is your mission exactly? Why Misao?"

Lips curved upwards in a slight smile, Saito nodded his acknowledgment to the fact that though Shinomori had taken so long to ask, the rules were the rules. "As is standard regulation when dealing with top secret priority, I will tell you nothing. I chose the weasel simply because she is best suited to accompany me. Our travel will be fast and yet once we reach our goal, there will be situations only a woman can see to and that is why she is needed. Surely you know of what I speak?"

Saito noticed the flinch in the stance of Shinomori, knowing that the other man knew what was expected out of the weasel once the mission was set into place. Saito waited for the next logical question and was rewarded for his patience. "Why marriage papers then?"

Shaking his head slightly Saito knew that the Okashira would not like his answer…not that he cared what the other man thought. "Because a husband has the right to sell his wife."

With that Shinomori did the last thing Saito might expect. He pounced at him.