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 15By Chiruken
Shinomori Aoshi, green eyes hard, lips pressed tightly together in a thin, implacable line, strode down the darkened alleys of Kyoto, steps silent and deadly, slowly making his way across the city, back to the Aoiya…alone. His hands clenched into fists as he saw, yet again, in his mind's eye his Misao in Saito Hajime's arms. "Misao-mine…" He whispered through gritted teeth. "Mine no more…" With a soft, inaudible sigh, he forced his body to relax from battle readiness, silently acknowledging that she'd never actually been his in the first place. Misao was now the wife of Fujita Goro…Aoshi had confirmation from the shrine's attendants. Saito had been prepared, all right…right down to every minute detail associated with a wedding. His hands clenched again at his sides as he thought of the other man with his sweet Misao.
Stepping from the shadows of another nondescript alley, he paused and studied the street with narrowed eyes, sensing someone with a powerful kioi lurking just out of sight. Resting his hands lightly on the hilts of his twin kodachi, he moved forward cautiously, senses fully alert. Slowly, silently, he moved into the open, eyes moving carefully over the street, missing nothing, until finally resting on a lone figure standing partially concealed in the mouth of an alley part way up the street. Eyes narrowing slightly, Aoshi approached him with a slow, steady pace, body tightly coiled and ready for action. As he drew nearer, the shadowed figure stepped from the mouth of the alley and moved to block his path. He gritted his teeth and studied the man before him. It took only a moment to conclude that his identity was unknown to Aoshi.
"Shinomori Aoshi…" The man stated flatly. "Okashira of the Kyoto Oniwabanshu. Former member of Shishio Makoto's Juppongatana."
Aoshi's eyes flashed in the moonlight, expression hardening. "It seems you are well informed." He thumbed one kodachi partway out of its saya, gripping the hilt tightly. "Who are you?"
"My name is of no importance. All you need to know is that your presence is required in Tokyo."
"Tokyo…" He stepped forward, slowly drawing the blade free of its confinement. "Why?"
"Takeda-san has a proposition for you." The other man smiled tightly, a thin stretching of his lips. "In exchange for your services you will be well compensated."
"My services." Aoshi repeated carefully, slowly lowering the kodachi, body still held tightly in alert readiness. "Takeda is in prison."
"Was in prison, Shinomori-san." The other man smiled thinly.
"What does this have to do with me?" Aoshi's mind followed down the various possibilities, reaching the same conclusion with each…if Takeda Kanryu really had escaped from prison, then everyone at the Kamiya Doujou in Tokyo would be targeted for revenge. Depending on what Takeda remembered of their last confrontation, he, himself, could also be a target for the twisted businessman's convoluted plans, whatever they may actually be.
"Takeda-san has a…proposition for you." When Aoshi remained silent, Takeda's messenger cleared his throat somewhat nervously. He'd heard that Shinomori Aoshi was often referred to as an icicle…cold, emotionless, ruthless. He suppressed a shiver as he met the steady narrowed green gaze of the leader of the most elite group of Ninja's to survive the revolution. "A business proposition that may be of particular interest to you in light of your past reputation." He waited again for a favorable sign, but received no such thing.
When the silence stretched uncomfortably, Aoshi took a slow step forward, pleased to see the other man shift nervously. He had a strong fighting spirit, yes, but he was still just a lackey for Takeda Kanryu. "Get on with it." He commanded in a low growl.
"The score has never been settled between yourself and Himura Battousai. Takeda-san also has an invested interest in his immediate demise."
"I'm no assassin." He scowled irritably to hide his worry. If Takeda was sending out feelers into the underground for a hired killer to eliminate Himura Kenshin, then the former hitokiri could be in for a rough time.
"Of course not, Shinomori-san." The other man raised his hands in a placating gesture. "That was a poor choice of words. I was merely attempting to explain that you and Takeda-san have a common goal and that he was inviting you to join him to work towards achieving it."
"I…see…" He murmured softly, expression thoughtful. If he declined this "invitation", he was certain that life would become increasingly unpleasant…and dangerous. However, if he accepted, he could keep an eye on Takeda and possibly divert the impending doom from crashing down on Himura's head. "Very well. I accept. Where do I meet with him?"
**To Be Continued…**