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.)
WARNING!!! HISTORICAL DISCREPANCY AHEAD!!! WARNING!!!
We know that Saito's wife, Tokio, didn't die of TB…but to suit this fic's plot, we had to ensure that she wasn't around so that Saito wouldn't be doing a big no-no! The easiest way to make room for a relationship between the Wolf and the Weasel was to make absolutely certain that his wife wasn't going to pop up. Hence her untimely demise.
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 8By Angel
Misao huffed in annoyance as she walked out of the crowded teahouse. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw Saito behind her, and nodded tersely as he came to stand behind her. He gently placed a pushing hand at the small of her back, urging her forward, away from the teahouse. Misao gave a curt nod and began walking again, slender hips swaying with unconscious feminine grace and enticement in her midnight hued kimono. As she walked quickly down the street, positioned slightly in front of Saito, her mind turned over the information that the cop had supplied while they sat in the seedy little teahouse.
Biting her lip in a gesture of uncertainty, Misao addressed the man walking directly behind her. "Saito…" When his touch pressed a little more firmly into her back she glanced back and up at him, and catching him looking at her with an eyebrow lifted questioningly she continued. "Was Aoshi-sama really involved with this Takeda person? And Opium?" She swallowed when she say the truth in his eyes before he spoke. "Why?" Her voice was little more than a whisper. She felted the hand at her back press harder, urging her onward through the crowds and she moved, allowing him to guide her, following his direction blindly, unquestioningly.
"Indeed, koneko." The endearment slipped out unwittingly. He continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had been said. "How else do you suppose he meet with Battousai and the others of the Kamiya Doujou?"
Blushing at the intimate name he with which he chose to address her, she decided that she would ask personal questions later, after she had more answers to her as of yet unspoken questions. "And why do you need me as a wife?" At this she thought she heard what sounded like a chuckle from her companion. Blinking in surprise she decided it was the noise of the crowd around them that was making her hear things that weren't possible. Next I'll be thinking I'm hearing Aoshi-sama tell me that he loves me! Her lips curved upwards in a bitter smile at the thought of the stoic Okashira unbending enough to speak of his deepest emotions. She sighed softly, a melancholy tilt to her lips and shook her head slightly. It would never happen. Pushing the depressing thoughts to the back of her mind, she glanced over her shoulder at the taller, uniformed man walking so close behind her she could feel the warmth emanating from his muscular body. Shocked to find laughter within his eyes, warming them to a molten gold, she couldn't hold in a startled gasp.
"You are amazing koneko. Much more than my first impression of you would have warranted."
Not trusting her voice at the moment, fearing that the warmth in his suddenly intense amber gaze had stolen her wits, she could only nod in response. She decided to halt their walk at the bridge they had come upon. There were not so many people around, the crowds having opted for the livelier areas they had just left behind, and the tall cherry trees lining the narrow streets, casting them into cool shade, pleasantly overlooked it. Several moments passed as she collected herself as she stood gazing out over the glassy surface of the river flowing swiftly beneath them. Finally she turned to face the former captain of the third squad of the Shinsengumi. "So Saito, tell me about this mission you need my help with."
She watched as Saito moved to stand in front of her and like magic had another cigarette rolled and lit. She watched as he inhaled deeply, the smoke curling around his head in lazy circular patterns before he slowly exhaled towards the clear, cloudless sky. "You do know that your beloved Okashira has followed us, correct?" The suddenness of his speech startled her.
She gave a angry cry and leaned into Saito's chest, pressing her cheek against the dark blue uniform, closing her eyes briefly as she inhaled his scent…a mixture of tobacco, steel and woodsy soap. She pulled back and looked up at him, meeting his narrowed amber gaze, lifting a small hand to rest against his chest, fingers nervously plucking at his brass buttons, green eyes spitting emerald fire. "Yes I know he's there, Saito! But what can I do?" She closed her eyes and shook her head sharply, the anger dissipating with unexpected suddenness, expression sad with a hint of bitterness. She let out a ragged sigh. "He ordered me not to see you, and in doing so I have defied my Okashira's orders. His punishment is to come next." She lowered her voice to a bare whisper. "And my banishment soon to follow."
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Saito stiffened, but caught himself before his expression showed any emotion at his koneko's words. Banishment? His thoughts were in turmoil. Would Shinomori really do such a thing? Could he do it? It was obvious that he was in love with the koneko, so why then would hurt her so? It made no sense to the former Shinsengumi captain. Pushing the uncomfortable thoughts aside for the moment, Saito thought it best to get to the point immediately. He'd examine his odd reaction later. "Two years ago when we traveled together neither Battousai nor I saw fit to discuss Takeda or Shinomori with you…and I find myself regretting that now." He watched as pain entered his companion's face, the emotions painfully clear to read. He knew that she felt as if they had treated as a child. He sighed inwardly, silently acknowledging that that was because they had treated her as a child. Back then she was not an enchanting seductress masquerading as a harmless kitten. Nearly growling with his impotent anger at his uncharacteristic inability to push his emotions to the side, he forced himself to continue explaining his current mission to her. He smiled grimly. He would not disclose this information to Shinomori Aoshi, the Okashira of the Oniwabanshu, yet here he was explaining it to a mere slip of a girl. The irony was not lost on him. Drawing deeply on his cigarette on last time, he tossed the tub to the ground and focused on the temptress disguised as an innocent before him. "But it would seem as if we have not heard the last of Takeda Kanryu. He has escaped from his prison and started a new yakuza. One that allows men auction off their wives to the highest bidder. I understand that this is a temporary arrangement only. The highest bidder gets the wife for one night with promises of pleasures untold of." He paused and searched her upturned face for a moment before continuing. "It is for this that I need a female companion."
He watched she turned his words over in her mind, the young woman's thoughts plain to read in her beautiful, expressive sea green eyes. He leaned back against the rail and waited for the questions his little koneko would be certain to ask. And found himself shocked by her first question. "Why can't Tokio-san help you with this?"
Briefly Saito let the memories of the woman Misao spoke of fill his mind, remembering that she would have tried to kill him if he had asked for her assistance with this case. Swallowing hard, past the emotion threatening to choke him, he tried to explain the best he could without going into too much detail. "Tokio is of no importance to…" His words were cut off before he could finish the evasive reply.
"Cut the crap Saito." He blinked and found himself staring into Misao's stormy green eyes. "I know she means everything to you." She grabbed him by the front of his uniform and pulled him closer.
Leaning forward quickly to avoid losing buttons, Saito found himself inches away from an enticing pair of small, pink rosebud shaped, lips. His eyes hungrily followed the path of her small tongue as it darted out to wet her lips. Gritting his teeth, annoyed at how this small slip of a girl could test his rigid control to near breaking point. He was barely able to grind out his response to her innocent question. "Tokio is gone." He watched as uncertainly clouded a pair of beautiful green eyes, knowing she didn't comprehend the truth. He said the one thing that would make her understand. A single, hateful word with a world of meaning for everyone. "Tuberculosis." That's when he saw the pain enter her eyes followed immediately by shimmering tears that slowly slipped down her smooth cheeks. Reaching up to wipe them away he softened his tone. "None of that, koneko. It was over six months ago." Brushing his thrumb over her trembling lips he felt something shift inside of him…something he'd buried so many years before. "She is not important to our mission." It came out harsher than he'd intended. "I need to gather marriage papers for us, but it has to be legal. We need to get in quick and discover who is leaking out government information using the sex trade as a cover up. Then we must destroy all evidence." Sighing as he felt his koneko's hand moving in slow, calming circles, offering comfort for his earlier statement. Nodding slowly, he placed his much larger, sword-callused hand on top of hers. Saito, just for a moment, allowed himself to relax in font of her, knowing that it would not…could not… happen again. Closing his eyes he sighed and lowered his head to murmur softly near her ear. "Koneko…since Shinomori will not provide us with the papers we will need, it is necessary for us to actually wed." H heard her gasp in surprised and wondered immediately when he'd taken it for granted that she had agreed to work with him on this mission. After all it was going to cost her beloved Aoshi-sama and her family. The price, in his opinion, was much too high for his sweet innocent temptress. "Koneko, gomen." He gazed into her eyes earnestly. "I have assumed that you were in agreement without asking. Forgive me." His words were soft and quiet, lower than a whisper. Knowing that the Okashira had been silently listening to their conversation, not wishing to show any weakness to the other man.
Suddenly the hand on his chest curled into a ball and he heard the words that he'd never thought to hear…words that made him smile his first genuine smile in more years than he cared to dwell on. "Saito…would you really marry me for this?" She bit her lip in a gesture he was coming to recognize as a telling sign of her nervousness. "How will this work? Will it…I mean…will you…want a real marriage?" The small hand curled into a fist against his chest trebled. "I mean a real marriage…from me?"
The question shook Saito Hajime down to his very foundation, her words echoing in his mind. Would he want a real marriage from this girl? Would he want all the pleasures that came with it? Without further thought he pulled her closer and growled out his answer. "Yes, by kami-sama! I would not have it any other way. You will be my wife, koneko…in every sense of the word." With that Saito did the only thing left open to him. He sealed his promise with a heated kiss, her lips parting on a soft gasp, welcoming his invasion and meeting him with an equally passionate response. He pulled her small, pliant figure closer, molding her sweetly curved form against his much harder one, and indulged in the forbidden pleasures he'd only allowed his mind to conjure during his sleeping hours.
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Shinomori Aoshi, Okashira of the Oniwabanshu, briefly closed his eyes in horror when he saw watched his sweet and innocent little Misao interact with Saito Hajime. As their conversation drifted to him in his concealed position, his anger became a blind rage. Takeda Kanryu. So he lives? The bastard had nearly cost him everything…including his sanity. As suddenly the thought had formed Aoshi trembled with the effort to control his anger but it had already become unbearable. Just the thought of that man made his skin crawl with hate. And now Misao-mine knows about him. He closed his eyes on a wave of misery. He never wanted his filthy past to taint her innocence…but now…because of Saito Hajime…now she was being drawn into the cesspool of the underground that he'd once been a part of. Grinding his teeth together in ineffective fury, he wondered if and when he was going to get a clear shot on the cop. He would only need one shot to destroy him. One. His grip tightened on the hilt of his kodachi.
Focusing once again on the conversation between his Misao and Saito, he listened as they spoke of a woman. Tokio? Her name, though strangely familiar to him, brought no image to mind. However, she seemed to hold some strong importance to the other man. Whoever she had been, Tuberculosis had ended her life. He bared his teeth in a feral snarl. Too bad it hadn't been Saito who'd succumbed.
His eyes widened in stunned incomprehension as the couple spoke of being wed. Green eyes narrowing in sudden understanding, gleaming in the shadows a hardened cold, furious emerald, his temper shot up forcing him to move forward. Moving with slow, deliberate steps, silent as the highly trained ninja he was, cold eyes trained on the couple...watching their every movement…slowly he pulled his kodachi free of their sheaths noiselessly as drew nearer. His rage took control, overriding his lifelong training, as he watched their lips melt into one and his Misao lean into the kiss. His kodachi moved into position without be told to do so. Within seconds he was ready strike.
**To Be Continued…**
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