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 11By Chiruken
Shinomori Aoshi, Okashira of the Oniwabanshu, stood with feet planted shoulder width apart, his twin kodachi clutched in white knuckled hands that trembled oh-so slightly, shoulders held stiffly as he stared sightlessly at the empty bridge, the gentle breeze stirring his dark hair, blowing it across his face, shielding his narrowed cold emerald gaze. The sun glinted coldly off the exposed blades of the razor-sharp kodachi, casting reflections of shimmering light against the worn wooden railing of the bridge, occasionally catching a pale green tint from the trees standing silent witness to the river's lazy meandering path and the dramas of human lives played out upon the grassy banks and well-traveled bridge. Gentle white clouds drifted across the clear azure sky casting their hazy shadows upon the ground, their reflections wavering on the glassy mirror-like surface of the river flowing smoothly under the bridge, the sunlight sparkling like thousands of tiny torches all lit within the cool depths. The shadow of a lone bird wheeling through the air on an updraft of wind danced against the planks under Shinomori's feet, its cry distant and mournful. Clenching his teeth against the pain threatening to spill over and drown him, Aoshi closed his eyes, handsome face a mask of torment. "Misao…" He whispered brokenly, knowing that he'd finally succeeded in driving his sweet innocent tenshi into the arms of another man with his drive to be in control of himself. How could I have been such a fool? Why couldn't I have seen it sooner?
Slowly, he fell to his knees, kodachi falling from suddenly cold and nerveless fingers to clatter to the ground at his sides. Hands closing into fists at his sides, he threw his head back and fought to hold in the despair that threatened to tear him apart inside. He trembled with the effort to hold in the anguish weighing down his soul. He had no one to blame but himself…and he knew it. If I hadn't pushed her away so many times… He shook his head sharply at the bleak thought. He knew he'd created his own pit of misery…no one told him to reject Misao's innocent advances, no one forbade him to be honest with her.
He leaned forward, raising his hands to cover his face, dark hair falling over to brush against his shaking hands, trying desperately to hold back the grief that threatened to overwhelm him. I've been such a fool… The soft cries of distant birds accompanied his despondent thoughts. I've lost her…I've lost my Misao… He fell forward, catching his weight with his powerful arms, hands clenching and unclenching in the rich, fertile soil of the river bank, fingers working into the earth as he slowly leaned bent until his forehead rested against the soft, cool grass. He sat back on his heels, head thrown back, green eyes dulled with pain and cried out his pain to the kami who may be looking down on the world. "Misao!"
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Misao looked up at Saito uncertainly. "Um…Saito…I don't know about this…" She looked back at the white wedding kimono he held up with a dubious expression. "It's beautiful…" She whispered, gingerly brushing her fingers over the shimmering white silk. She lifted a hand to touch her dark hair, tugging on her long, thick braid. "But I don't have the combs or…or…" She swallowed and turned her green gaze up to Saito's golden stare, licking her lips nervously. "I don't see a wedding hood either. I can't get married without one. It just wouldn't be right. So…maybe we should call this off…temporarily…"
"Koneko…" Saito shook his head with an amused chuckle. "Everything is in the other room. Now stop fidgeting and hurry up…" He gave her a gentle push towards the closed shouji. "I'll be waiting."
Misao sighed and nodded, quickly stepping into the room he indicated. She sighed again when her eyes fell on the elaborate headgear waiting for her on a low table. She drew in a sharp breath and squared her shoulders. "Come on, Misao…you already made your decision! There's no turning back now. Just get it over with…" She nodded decisively and quickly stripped out of her dark kimono, slipping into the traditional white one for the wedding ceremony. She wondered briefly how Saito would look in his wedding attire. She smiled, a faint blush staining her cheeks. He'd look good, she was certain of it.
An eternity later, she emerged, trembling with anxious fear, fully dressed in the traditional wedding attire. She drew in a shallow breath in an attempt to steady her nerves and swallowed with difficulty. What am I doing?! She looked around, shoulders relaxing slightly when she saw Saito watching her with admiration gleaming in his golden stare. She shivered in anticipation of a repeat of their earlier kiss…and more. She blushed a little more at the thought of the more. Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts by the sound of flutes playing, the music drifting in through an open shouji directly across from her.
Standing beside Saito, Misao licked her lips and forced her limbs to stop shaking through sheer will power as the Shinto priest went through the motions of the purifying ritual, but she missed most of the details in her distraction. Oh Aoshi-sama…what I wouldn't have given for it to be you by my side right now…sharing these vows…These vows? Oh! She shook herself out of her sad thoughts and focused once again on the ceremony, exchanging the traditional vows with Saito. She watched the priest bring forward the sake, quietly blessing the clear liquid before urging them to share it. She knew the ceremony was drawing to a close when they were encouraged to give their small offerings up to the kami. She turned her face up to Saito…her husband…and smiled sadly, green eyes reflecting her innermost feelings. Good-bye, Aoshi-sama…
**To Be Continued…**
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