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 12By Angel
"Sir?" Shifting from side to side waiting nervously for the low tone voice of his boss, Terada Ran stood just inside the large western-style doors of the luxurious office. Maintaining a collected attitude, allowing no emotion show on his implacable expression, he was nonetheless shaken to the core by the barbaric act he just witnessed.
"Yes Terada?"
Snapping to attention in hope of avoiding the same fate as his now deceased partner…who laid in a puddle of his own blood before him...Ran swallowed hard and after several tries managed to finally speak past the lump that was lodged in his throat. Hoping that his fear was not showing, he cleared his throat and snapped to attention. "Sir, are you ready for my report?"
Slowly and carelessly allowing his bloodstained sword to fall onto the shining marble floor with a clatter, Takeda Kanryu seated himself in a large western-style chair, reaching across his bulky wooden desk for his box of expensive imported cigars and the matches resting beside it, he lazily lit it and puffed away. Ran schooled himself to wait silently and patiently for permission to continue with his report. "Well, get on with it. I don't have all day."
Nodding, Ran clenched his hands into fists at his sides as he forced himself to continue on, determined that he would not fail in his mission. "Battousai is still at the last known location. Shinomori Aoshi is in Kyoto… rumor has it that he is involved with an as of yet unknown situation with an Assistant Inspector Fujita from Tokyo."
Ran knew what was coming next, and hoped that his life and his mission did not end abruptly. "What of this Assistant Inspector Fujita? Who is he?"
Coughing to cover up a sigh Ran straightened himself to his full height and continued on. "Not much I am afraid, Sir. He has a shadow covering him; my sources say he has been disciplined many times by higher-ranking officials that don't have much trust for him. However he does have a lapse of time that matches Battousai's." Ran drew in a deep breath and held it, waiting to see if he would live to see the next dawn. As the seconds ticked by with excruciating slowness and he found himself still able to breath, he softly exhaled. How did I end up with this mission in the first place? It's a good case to get your feet wet with…Yeah, right. For some reason the words that his superior left him with did nothing to calm his nerves.
"Terada, I want you to pay a little visit to the great Battousai and send word for Shinomori as well. Both have some…" His lips curved up into a grim smile. "Business to attend with me." He leaned forward and regarded the other man coolly. "Keep me informed on this Assistant Inspector Fujita; he sounds like he might be useful."
Nodding his head and executing a deep, respectful bow, Ran turned his back on his boss and strode out the door, muttering softly about how wonderful his luck was running. First I have to work for a maniac, and then go have a chat with the local hitokiri. And what do I get out of all this? He closed his eyes briefly and whispered softly under his breath. "My sisters' safety. And that's all I care about."
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Misao silently watched everyone, noting dreamily that they appeared as if they were moving as fast as Himura with his legendary speed of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. She watched as the priest finished the ceremony. I am married. She thought numbly. Married to Mibu's Wolf…to Saito Hajime. Holding back tears Misao allowed herself be lead from the temple and watched as a carriage appeared seemingly from no where. Seconds later, or has it been hours?...Misao found herself in a quiet little room…alone. Saito had disappeared to get water and sleeping yukata's for the two of them. She giggled nervously. Sleep? Who could possibly sleep? She closed her eyes, the events from earlier in the day filling her mind, the memories replaying with cold clarity. Saito would you want a real marriage from me? Blinking back more tears as she remembered how excited and yet confused she had felt at her question. And here you are now, married, expecting to perform wifely duties to someone that is not Aoshi-sama. Suddenly the room door swung open and stepped in Saito. She shook her head sharply, silently castigating herself. No he is no longer only Saito Hajime… he is your husband.
"Koneko?" Looking in the direction of his voice Misao saw concern written in his golden eyes, changing them to a shade that was new and at the same time indescribable. She watched as he came into the room, setting aside the yukata's and water bucket. She watched his movements as if in a daze. Next she heard a soft whisper. "The inn has already had dinner, so I will go fetch something for the both of us."
Nodding Misao felt almost as if Saito were nervous as well. Watching him go she wiped her tears away as he shut the rice paper door, Misao thought it best to slip into her sleeping yukata while her…husband… was out of the room. She winced as her thoughts stuttered over the title. Once in her yukata Misao sat down and brought her braid around so she could untie it. Combing her hair with her fingers, lost in thought she didn't hear the shouji slide open and then shut once more. "Yakitori?" Jumping slightly Misao turned to at the sound of her husbands voice, seeing the container he held, smelling the delicious aroma of the grilled chicken, she swallowed with difficulty when she noticed that his eyes where roaming over her body. Suddenly Misao didn't feel very hungry at all. Opening her mouth to voice...to voice what? Suddenly everything seemed darker than before, then Saito spoke, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between them with his sudden arrival. "Koneko are you not hungry?"
She shook her head slowly and cleared her throat, deciding to just get to the point. Her lips curved upwards in a slight smile. She may as well get right to it, after all they had been quiet honest with one another right from the start of this odd relationship that was developing so rapidly. "Saito, why must we...I mean you...what I mean is..."
"Why should we have a real marriage?" Exhaling the breath she hadn't been aware of holding, she nodded. "It is simple. I want you." He stated it so calmly that Misao wasn't certain if he were teasing her or not. Blinking surprise, Misao slowly brought her eyes level with his and tried to see any trace of mockery in his gaze, wondering if he were playing some elaborate game with her, though she could find no hint of ridicule in his bearing, Misao was not sure how to ask her next question. "Koneko is it so difficult for you to believe that a man would want you? Has Shinomori scarred you so badly?"
Choking back a sob Misao wondered why and how this man could see her most inner thoughts. What magic does he hold? Scrubbing her tears way Misao tried again. "You want me…that's understood…but why now? I mean why show it now, after all this time?"
"Now? Hell only knows, for I didn't until this morning."
Misao frowned slightly, but decided that, though his answer seemed evasive, it would have to suffice. She closed her eyes and, trembling with nervousness, she uttered her next statement in a rush. "Saito, you said our marriage was going to be a real one. I agreed to that and I will stay true to my word. But...but..."
"But you're frightened." He finished for her, deep voice soft, caressing…understanding. Misao squeezed her eyes shut tighter and nodded in embarrassment. "Koneko…" He waited, but she didn't open her eyes. "Koneko, look at me." Slowly, opening her eyes one at a time, she obeyed. "I will be honest with you…I want you." He grimaced at the understatement and shook his head slightly. "I want you badly. However, I acknowledge…even understand somewhat…your fears and concerns, therefore each night as we lay I will tame you. Night by night you will get to know my touch, until you can't even breathe without it"
Misao's eyes opened wide as she stared at her husband in shocked disbelief. Did he just say…tame me? "I…I don't understand…" Her voice was a soft, barely audible whisper. She searched his golden stare for answers to her unspoken questions and felt her stomach flip when she found nothing but heated promise in his steady gaze. Swallowing hard she opened her mouth to say more, but the look in her husband's eyes told her to stay silent and listen.
"The wedding was a blur for you, I do not know if you listened or not but we are indeed married. You are now the wife of Fujita Goro, you must refrain from calling me by my true name in public..."
Before he could finish and before the odd, but pleasant feeling left her, Misao leaned forward and, voice lowered to a husky purr, whispered with her lashes lowered over her green eyes in a sultry look of newly awakened passion. "Kihou…you want to…tame me?"
Misao watched as a fire leapt into her husbands amber eyes and briefly wondered what she had said to create such a heated reaction in a man known for his calm. In less than a blink she as she was pinned under his weight against the softness of the unrolled futon as his lowered his head, lips a hairbreadth from hers, breath fanning hers. "Indeed Koneko I do, and I intend to enjoy every moment of it." With that his lips met hers in a crushing kiss, effectively stealing her breath away.
**To Be Continued…**
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