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 10By Angel
Shinomori Aoshi stared at the young woman standing proudly…defiantly…before of him, challenging his direct order and the authority behind it had been unexpected and difficult to understand. Yet seeing her calmly standing beside the enemy…his enemy…obviously not wanting to leave, not wanting go to with him, was painful for him to accept. But seeing her lips still damp and swollen from the couple's earlier show of passionate wanting was like a dagger twisting in his heart.
Grinding his teeth together, fighting for a semblance of control, he all but snarled out a second command. "Misao, your childish fantasies stop here. You have no idea what you have agreed to…nor the danger you have placed yourself in." Aoshi watched as hurt filled the young ninja's expression, one emotion he never wanted to see in his Misao's beautiful expressive sea green eyes. Watching as she gingerly touched her fingers to the tender flesh of her bruised left cheek, he tried to force his thoughts to not wander, to not take a second look at her swollen lips…lips that were still damp and glistening from¼STOP IT. He closed his eyes briefly against the memory of that heated embrace he'd just witnessed between his Misao and Saito Hajime. Shoulders dropping slightly, the proud angle of his head lowering a little, Aoshi let his kodachi droop, the sharp blades lowering towards the ground. Thrusting out his hand he swallowed against the rising despair and forced the same command to pass his lips once more. "Misao, come home and we will discuss your defiance."
Saito stood a little off to the side observing, saying nothing, simply watching and waited feeling strong that this was a conversation between the ninja and her Okashira. Seeing Shinomori's narrowed his gaze focused on him once more, Saito Hajime smirked and dared the other to say something…anything. The other man's gaze didn't waver and Saito's response was a slow, leisurely drag of his cigarette. Suddenly Misao spoke through her tears. "Aoshi-sama, I told you! I have agreed to help a friend…someone you, as Okashira of the Oniwabanshu, have turned away. If this means my banishment, then so be it...I am prepared for your pronouncement."
Shinomori Aoshi could only stare at the young woman standing before him, openly defying his commands. She stood in a ring of smoke, standing proudly beside Saito Hajime. Closing his eyes he tried one last time to bring her back to him, appealing not to Misao herself, but to the man responsible for her defection. "Saito Hajime, release her from her word, or I will¼" He paused and slowly raised his kodachi into a ready position again. "Kill you."
And yet again his answer was not from Saito himself, but from Misao instead. "Aoshi-sama stop it. Hajime does not answer to you. The agreement has been made and I refuse to break it."
Her use of his first name wasn't lost on Aoshi and with these words
Shinomori Aoshi felt his control break, his kioi spiraling towards madness. Suddenly he felt as if icy water had
been poured into his veins, feel the coldness drift back into his heart,
seizing it. Two years you fought, and look where you have led yourself back
to. Gritting his teeth in impotent rage, Shinomori Aoshi raised his icy
emerald gaze to stare into surprised cold amber eyes.
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Saito stood off to the side of his little koneko, letting her try to work through her Okashira's anger in her own way. Leisurely smoking his cigarette, he watched every movement that was made with alert attentiveness. Listening to his koneko ask for her banishment with her head held high made him feel emotions he couldn't begin to put a name to. He pushed the strange feelings away, determining to examine them at a more convenient…less volatile…moment, since his full attention was focused on Shinomori in the eventuality he lost control of his anger and did something…regrettable.
Sighing he reflected on his own loss of control when dealing with the feisty young woman at his side. Suddenly he felt Shinomori's ki surge, interrupting his thoughts and he decided that it was an opportune time collect his koneko and make a retreat. Sighing as the thought formed that he could just as easily kill Shinomori Aoshi and solve the dilemma permanently, he shook his head and took another deep drag of his cigarette, drawing the fragrant tobacco smoke deeply into his lungs, knowing that the situation could be resolved with the Okashira's death and also knowing that it was an option not open to him. It only took one look into the other man eyes to know that if he did not leave soon, bloodshed would become unavoidable. Throwing his cigarette down and crushing it beneath his heel into the worn boards of the bridge, Saito moved to stand closer to his precious little koneko. Placing a hand on her back he spoke loud enough for the other man to hear. "Koneko…now would not be a good time to push him any further." He exerted gentle pressure, urging her towards the other end of the bridge. "It is in his eyes." He lowered his voice to a soft rumble for her ears alone. "They are telling you his control in gone…your Okashira is no longer in control of himself. We must leave now in order to prevent bloodshed." Feeling the young woman press closer to his side, Saito barely spared the Okashira a second glance, though he kept his senses alert for any possible attack from the other man. Turning the young girl around and urging her forward, away from Shinomori Aoshi, Saito threw one last parting shot over his shoulder. "Silence is golden, Shinomori. You would do well to remember that. As for the little koneko…" His lips tilted upwards into a taunting smirk. "She will be well taken care of…" He paused, expression turning serious once again. "She will be kept safe." With that said, Saito knew that other man would not follow. Saito shook his head slightly, wondering how one small woman could break the near legendary control of Shinomori Aoshi. And how do you think another kiss with the koneko will affect your legendary control? Brushing the disturbing thought aside, Saito pushed the ninja onward.
Suddenly a small, frightened voice whispered softly into the ensuing silence. "Saito, what was wrong with Aoshi-sama? I mean his eyes…they were so cold. Like when he fought Jiya two years ago..." Her words trailed off into nothingness.
Slipping his arm around her small
waist and tucking her against his side, he tried to answer as best as he
could. "Do remember when Battousai
fought against Chou the Sword Hunter? How he slipped into the role of hitokiri
so easily?" When he felt her nod
he continued, thankful she wasn't asking how he knew details of that fight when
he hadn't supposed to be present at that temple on the other side of
Kyoto. "It's the same with
Shinomori. This happens when one is
pushed to their breaking point…a point where they can reach untold strength
with great skill to reach the goal that was set before them." He refrained from elaborating and revealing
that Shinomori was one step away from the brink of madness…as he had been two
years before.
Leading his koneko to the less seedy parts
of Kyoto, he was surprised yet again by one of her questions. "Do you have one of these points?"
Some strange unfamiliar emotion long
buried somewhere deep within his being tightened in his throat as without
warning the image of his koneko filled with longing and desire…directed at
him…filled his mind. Pushing it aside he growled out a reply. "Everyone has a breaking point,
koneko." He glanced down at her dark
head for a moment before staring straight ahead again. "I hope you are never given occasion to see
it."
His younger companion suddenly halted
and he felt the anger rolling off of her in waves. He looked down at her again
when he thought he heard her growl.
"Childish? Fantasies? How dare he think that the only reason I
agreed to help you is to prove my womanhood to him."
Smirking Saito could barely hold in
his laughter, and with amber eyes gleaming with amusement he inclined his head
to whisper near her ear. "I think
your beloved Aoshi-sama knows just how womanly you are koneko. I believe he has
for some time now." He felt her
pause and turn her head to glance at him, only then did he realize how badly
her face was bruised. His hand around her waist tightened and he found himself
asking the question that had been plaguing his mind since he first saw her that
morning. "Koneko, how did you get
that bruise?"
Her answer was short and
succinct. "Training." Nodding as if it was the most logical thing
in world, Saito briefly wondered how long it would take his small koneko to
remember her earlier question. She abruptly stopped and turned to him with
questioning eyes. "The Sakure
Temple?"
Blinking back in his own surprised reaction, Saito could only stare at her speechlessly for a moment. Quickly gathering his wits about himself he pulled her closer and inhaled her enticing feminine scent. "I have to hurry up and marry you, koneko. If not, I am afraid I won't be able to help myself." At her questioning look he claimed her lips in a quick, hungry kiss. "Marry me, koneko, now. I can't wait much longer." He offered the confession in a low growl, turning his steps towards the temple in question, urging her to keep up to his longer strides.
**To Be Continued…**
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Definitons:
kioi (n) fighting spirit; fighting mood