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 14By Angel
Shivering slightly is the cold night air started to creep around him, Terada Ran mentally hit himself for not wearing his warmer haori. Shrinking within his shirt selves, Ran clenched his teeth to stop them from banging together as he turned the corner that would lead him to the Kamiya Doujou. Smiling when it came into view, Ran straightened out his stance, his right hand resting above the hilt of his katana.
Swallowing hard past the nervous lump lodged in his throat, Ran slowly, with infinite care, pushed at the doujou's main gate, marveling at his good luck when he found it unlocked, and stepped over the threshold into the shadow yard just inside the gate. Turning around to close the gate in an automatic gesture, he breathed a silent sigh of relief that his presence hadn't been detected yet, and then faced the main house once more. He silently wondered how far he would get within the doujou before...
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
He started despite his mental preparations. Well…that didn't take long, now did it? Keeping his eyes forward Ran let his breath out on a sigh and called into the darkness, feigning a bravado he was far from feeling. "I come seeking Battousai." Suddenly the slender figure of a woman dressed in training gi and hakama…colours nondescript in the semi-darkness…melted out of the gloom, her high pony tail bobbing in the gentle breeze, and moved into the light, the silver glow of the moon revealing the anger held within her narrowed sapphire blue eyes. So this is Battousai's woman? His lips curved upwards into an appreciative smile. Nice taste. Letting his eyes rove freely over the small feminine figure standing before him in an aggressive stance, Ran's eyes widened slightly at the barely audible growl that came from immediately behind him. "Easy Battousai…no need for that. She might look good, but I'm not suicidal." He inserted a touch of humor into his tone, and then swallowed when it fell flat. He cleared his throat, eyes facing directly forward and trying desperately to not focus of the young woman watching him with unconcealed hostility. "Now unless I am mistaken, you stepped out of the shadows and ended your life as an assassin when a woman died for you." He straightened his shoulders and smirked at the sharply indrawn breath from the man standing immediately behind him. "A repeat of history would be a true shame, wouldn't you agree, Himura Battousai?"
Stiffening in sudden alarm, Ran felt the point of a blade at his back, and found himself briefly wondering if the assassin ever killed in such a manner during his career. Too late to be wondering about that now, maybe you should thought of that before bringing up his dead wife and the circumstances behind her death. Hand closing over the smooth hilt of the pistol hidden in the folds of his light coat, Ran gritted his teeth and bit out a warning to the dangerous man standing behind him. "I may not have your speed, Battousai, but even you can't beat the speed of a bullet. You can't kill me fast enough to prevent your woman being shot. That will be enough to see if she is just as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside."
But rather than the ex-hitokiri answering his challenge, it was his woman that spoke up into the night. "If you are looking for the hitokiri, you came to the wrong place."
Lips curving upwards in a tight smile, Ran forced a strained chuckle past his stiff lips. He found the young woman to be quite a refreshing change from the usual timid responses he was accustomed to receiving from females. He winced inwardly and castigated himself silently. Stupid you have a mission to complete, remember? Sighing he decided that maybe he should get down to the business that brought him to the doujou in the first place. "Little girl, " He smirked, injecting derision into his tone. "I am aware that the man pointing a katana against my back is none other than Himura Battousai, the legendary hitokiri himself. Now be a good little girl and be quiet. My business is with Battousai, not his woman." He directed his next statement over his shoulder to the man standing with alert tenseness. "Battousai, I come bring a message from my...Okashira..." He paused meaningfully for a moment. "He demands closure to the unfinished business between the two of you. He has instructed me to insist that you come to his estate where everything can be…resolved."
Drawing in a quick, fortifying breath and licking suddenly dry lips, Ran turned to face the man once known as Hitokiri Battousai, he allowed a small smile to curve his lips, not quite reaching his eyes as he saw confusion enter the smaller man's narrowed, steely blue eyes. Sighing once more Ran tried to relate a different message without words, one that told the man once known as Battousai that he was needed once more…and knowing full well that if his duplicity were to be discovered his sacrifices would all be for nothing. But as the other man continued to stare at him in incomprehension, Ran sighed yet again, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
Suddenly the woman behind Himura spoke up. "Your Okashira? Do you mean Shinomori Aoshi?"
Smirking derisively…Ran winced inwardly, wondering if he'd spent too much time in the company of his direct superior…he replied without taking his eyes from those of Battousai. "No but Shinomori will receive a similar…invitation…to meet with my employer. If I am not mistaken, he will want him dead."
"And just who is your employer?"
Movement behind the red haired swordsman caught his attention. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the woman who stood partially hidden by the shadows behind the former assassin. Megumi-chan… Time ceased to flow as he stood drinking in the sight of her. Beautiful, she is so beautiful. And grown into a fine...Shaking his head sharply, Ran forced the dangerous thoughts out of his mind. Instead he met Battousai's gaze directly again and nodded abruptly, ignoring the questions in the smaller man's now violet eyes. "My employer will be waiting. You have three days to decide. If you choose to ignore his offer your friends will die." Hoping that the smaller man understood his silent message better now he closed his eyes and reached out to push aside the sword that was resting against his chest. Opening his eyes slowly, he met the other man's gaze and saw understanding in the gentle violet depths. Shaking his head slowly, Ran wondered how such a man could possibly be the legendary hitokiri that had terrorized Kyoto during the revolution. "Remember Battousai. You have three days before you must find your way to Takeda-san's estate. Three days." He walked away at a leisurely pace, nothing in his bearing showing his innermost thoughts and feelings…that he was, once again, walking away from the one person in this world that meant anything to him…who he wanted to protect above all else. His thoughts rushed him with one last, lingering look behind him...Working for a sick drug dealer, being blackmailed by a cop, and all for what? The answer was simple. It was all for…Her.
**To Be Continued…**
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