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 6By Angel
Shinomori Aoshi watched as Misao skipped out of the Aoiya, his eyes raking over her small figure. Sighing he took in her body has it moved in the confines of her midnight blue kimono…noting that the dress was very fitting to her curves. Closing his eyes briefly he let himself wonder how she would fit underneath his body. Would her body react to his as his own reacted to hers?
Then in the middle of letting his mind wonder at the erotic thoughts, the picture of Saito's hand on her face entered his mind, softly touching the bruised face with such tenderness that it had done more than shock him, it had cause such a rage his pulse roared and his breath caught in his throat on a snarl. Just the mere thought of Saito Hajime touching such innocence made him want to slay the man immediately. He closed his eyes, seeing her wide-eyed look of innocent trust as she stared up at the former leader of the third squad of the Shinsengumi, not attempting to evade his touch. That is why, and you know it. It's because she didn't resist him that made you want to tear his throat out. Almost laughing at his own thoughts Aoshi thought on the emotion within Misao's eyes at the cop's touch. Awed, surprised, expecting, wanting, needing, or desiring? Grinding his teeth together Aoshi called out before any other though formed. "Kurojou!" Aoshi smiled tightly as Kurojou was present within seconds. With his back still turned he waited for the other man to open the door, once within the room he turned to face the younger man and with ice cold eyes gave the order that would damn him in Makimachi Misao's eyes. "Follow Misao and report back to me if or when she meets one Saito Hajime."
Noticing the surprise in the other man's face, Aoshi merely raised an eyebrow, questioning whether or not if his order was going to be followed. It only took a few seconds for the understanding to enter Kurojou's eyes. Watching as the other man took his leave, Shinomori Aoshi only hoped that his detection of his little sweet Misao's lies earlier was his imagination.
Aoshi stared sightlessly at the wall for a moment. Would she really force her Okashira's hand after he had given her a direct order? Or was this merely a childish plan of hers to make her beloved Aoshi-sama see just how grown up she truly was? Oh I see what you have been flaunting right before my eyes, Misao. How could I not notice the way your body has grown…matured…ripened. Aoshi made a low growling sound as his own thoughts turned against him. He scrubbed his face, wondering just when Misao had become so enchanting…haunting…and how could he have missed it? Schooling his features to cold implacability so as not to betray his innermost thoughts, he quietly sat down to wait for the word that would decide his punishment. If she truly had defied his orders, what would he do? Closing his eyes and preparing himself to fall into the familiar patterns of meditation, striving for a calm he was far from feeling, he acknowledged that as much as he didn't want to punish her, he had to...for the sake of his position as Okashira of the Oniwabanshu and the respect that demanded.
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Saito sat at a small scarred wooden table in a dimly lit room of the Yasaka Shrine's supposed teahouse. It was indeed just a hole where one could get food, water, or if his taste required something a little more sweet, he was certain one could find it in the dingy little establishment as well if the right price were paid. Rolling another cigarette, Saito watched the crowd intently, his mind trained on locating one person only, though not missing the details around him.
Once or twice had the thought of why he was even there bothered him only to be squashed by the picture of the weasel's bruised face. For some unknown reason the fact that she was bruised angered him. Angered him beyond reason. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Was it Shinomori who caused the marks to mar the smooth and pale skin? So what if it was? What does it matter? He snorted derisively. It didn't matter…or at least it shouldn't. But somehow, despite all arguments of logic, he found it did matter. The thought that someone had raised a hand to the young ninja filled him with a burning hatred that had no place in his usually ordered existence. Or is it that you didn't cause the marks yourself? Grinding his teeth together in irritation, Saito shook his head sharply at the insidious thoughts, but one remained. You find her beautiful this way, not that you didn't before. But now you're free to act on it. With Tokio gone you are free to act out such forbidden desires.
Lighting his cigarette and inhaling Saito forced himself to relax and didn't notice the beautiful young woman in the midnight kimono until she was close enough to him to whisper in his ear. "You have five minutes to tell me what you want with me. Time is starting now Saito Hajime." His eyes widened fractionally in recognition as he found himself staring into the sea green gaze of Makimachi Misao.
**To Be Continued…**
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