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 7By Chiruken
Shinomori Aoshi, Okashira of the Oniwabanshu, closed his eyes, hands clenched into fists hard enough his knuckles turned white, and gritted his teeth in an effort to not scream in frustrated fury. He'd just received Kurojou's report. Under the anger Aoshi felt a confused hurt threatening to tear his hard won control to shreds. Misao…why? The soft whisper of thought echoed through his mind, tormenting him, driving him closer to the edge. Her betrayal left him feeling raw and bitter…and angry. His first impulse upon learning that she had indeed met with Saito Hajime after he'd forbidden such an action had been to go after her immediately and punish her for her disobedience. However, in the state of mind he was in, he knew he'd more than likely go too far and do something regrettable.
He shook his head hard, breath coming in harsh pants as he fought for control, leaning forward as if in physical pain, and strove to push all thoughts of Misao in Saito Hajime's arms from his mind…as well as the rage the image invoked. Several moments passed and he finally acknowledged that it was a losing battle. He opened his eyes, green gaze harsh and filled with hate as he stared at the opposite wall, thoughts filled with multiple ways in which he could eliminate Saito Hajime and get his sweet Misao back where she belonged…with him and him alone.
He surged to his feet, turning to the closet at the back of the room and roughly yanked the door open to stare at the neatly packed shelves for a moment before pulling out a box covered with a thin layer of dust. Setting it on the floor, he tore off the lid and tossed it to the side. He stared at the precisely folded dark blue material within the box for a moment before reaching in a withdrawing the uniform he'd packed away over a decade before. Eyes glinting a cold, harsh green, he quickly stripped from his comfortable yukata and donned his ninja uniform, carefully tucking his various weapons and tools in their customary concealed places. Lastly, he reached for his kodachi, pausing momentarily before discarding the custom made sheath and reaching into the closet for the older sheaths. He'd see to it himself that Misao came home…and Saito would pay for leading his sweet angel astray.
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"Your five minutes are ticking, Saito." Makimachi Misao, young face holding an unexpected and uncharacteristic hardness regarded her "companion" impatiently as he smirked at her in that infuriating manner he seemed to have perfected.
"Did you know that you were followed, weasel?" Saito leaned back in his seat and studied the young woman seated across from him with interest. He couldn't recall ever seeing her wearing anything but her ninja uniform. It was pleasantly surprising to discover that she did indeed have a feminine side to her after all. He found his eyes moving over her kimono-clad form appreciatively, noting the intricate knot of her obi, his lips curving upwards with keen amusement as his gaze rested on the worn hilt of one of her daggers poking out of the folds of the obi he'd just been admiring. "You're knives are showing, weasel." He murmured softly, voice just loud enough for her ears alone.
"Would you stop calling me that? And, yes, I am aware that my knives are showing. It seemed the smartest thing considering the neighbourhood we're in." She tossed her head in obvious annoyance and glared at him. "Now, Saito, why don't you tell me what you want with Aoshi-sama?"
Saito scowled at her habitual usage of the honorific for Shinomori Aoshi. She'd placed the Okashira so high on a pedestal, it was a wonder he didn't get a nosebleed from the high altitude. "It's simple. Either he works with the government or he goes to prison...to await execution." He instantly regretted his blunt statement when the young ninja's face paled and she swayed until she caught herself, grasping the edge of the table, knuckles turning white with her death grip.
"Execution?" She whispered hoarsely. "Oh kami-sama…" She shook her head in denial of the truth reflected in Saito's golden stare. "Wh-why? Saito…" She swallowed before forging ahead. "What did Aoshi-sama do?"
Looking away from her stricken green gaze, Saito found himself staring instead into the enraged eyes of the man in question, concealed a short distance away behind a half screen staring at him with hate and a promise of a slow death to come. Lips curving upwards into a smirk, he couldn't help taunting Shinomori Aoshi to further anger. He turned back to Misao and schooled his features to seriousness again. "His involvement with Takeda Kanryu and his opium ring two years ago."
"O-opium?!" Her soft, horrified whisper made him feel odd, unfamiliar emotions he wasn't comfortable analyzing at the moment. "Not Aoshi-sama!" The quiet conviction filled her trembling voice and wide, trusting eyes. "He'd never be involved in anything like that…never. You hear me, Saito? You're mistaken. Aoshi-sama…" She broke off when Saito reached across the table and grabbed her hands, squeezing gently in comfort. Her shoulders drooped in defeat, reading the truth in his sympathetic gaze. "Oh Aoshi-sama…" She shook her head sadly.
Saito leaned forward, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial undertone, just loud enough for her to hear. "Your poor 'Aoshi-sama' just happens to be lurking behind the screen to the left of the back exit weasel. Save your pity for your private moments alone while he explains what he's doing here in full ninja regalia."
Eyes wide, Misao whipped around to stare at her Okashira, wincing at the fury reflected in his hard, implacable expression and narrowed green eyes. "Uh…" She swallowed nervously, then a moment later her shoulders stiffened and she abruptly turned her back on him. "Of all the…" She fumed, teeth gritted with rising anger.
Saito lifted one eyebrow inquiringly. "Weasel?"
"How dare he?!" She growled and stood abruptly. "Come on Saito…lets go somewhere more…private." With that said she sauntered towards the exit without another look towards the fuming Okashira glaring at Saito with burning emerald eyes.
Saito stood slowly and smirked at Aoshi before following Misao at a more leisurely pace. As he passed the ninja he paused. "Tell me, Shinomori…just how did the girl get that black eye?" He looked he directly in the eye, catching the momentary confusion in the other man's expression before he continued out into the crowded street.
**To Be Continued…**
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