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 23By Chiruken
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Aoshi leaned back against the rail and stared up at the crystal clear stars shining brilliantly overhead, listening to the soft shushing of the water lapping against the sides of the boat as it made its way steadily along the coast towards Tokyo. The fresh tang of the salt air invigorated his senses as the wind blew the occasional wash of spray over the deck, dampening his hair and misting against his exposed skin. He didn't notice, and if he had, he wouldn't have cared. He was lost in his thoughts, thinking of Misao and the current predicament he'd created. His foolishness had driven his sweet and innocent Misao into the arms of the Wolf of Mibu. He closed his hands into fists, gritting his teeth as he fought to suppress the irrational reaction just the thought of Saito Hajime provoked in him. Kami but I hate that man. He thought flatly, too numb by his own hurt to acknowledge how close he was to the edge, balanced precariously on the precipice between reality and chaotic insanity.
He sighed again and turned his back to the rail, leaning back against it and staring sightlessly at the crowd thronging the deck. He realized that he had no choice really in this situation. In order to convince Takeda of his sincerity, he had to become that which he knew Misao would despise. He must become cold, with the appearance of being driven by hatred once again. But could he do it? Could he walk that fine line between sanity and insanity without losing himself to the coldness again? He closed his eyes and tilted his face up to the clear night sky again, feeling the water spray against his eyelids and over his lips. He had no choice. He only hoped that Battousai would one day forgive him for what he was about to do to him and those he cared about…namely his woman, Kamiya Kaoru.
He pushed away from the rail and strode with even, purposeful strides towards the inner cabins. "Forgive me Misao…" He muttered, ignoring the dark looks sent his way by the other passengers he jostled. Reaching inside his trench coat and brushing his fingers against the hilts of his twin kodachi, he pushed all thoughts of Misao's green eyes and soft smiles from his mind, choosing instead to concentrate on the image of her in Saito Hajime's arms.
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Saito leaned back against the wall with a tender half smile as he watched Misao's animated features light up with each of her discoveries. In each hand he held a western-style wine glass filled with fragrant red liquid, imported wine from Spain according to the captain of the ship. His wife was such a child at times. He lifted one of the glasses and sniffed experimentally, eyes not leaving the young woman flitting around the room energetically like a whirlwind. He sipped the red wine slowly, amber eyes widening as he realized just what this fragrant beverage actually was. "Alcohol." He muttered darkly, setting his glass aside with a decisive click on the table closest to his position against the wall.
"Kihou! Look at this!' Misao spun towards Saito and gestured towards the large cast-iron claw-footed bathtub nestled in a corner of the elaborately decorated luxury cabin. "It's HUGE!" She turned back to the tub and bent forward as she finished speaking, leaning into it, her voice echoing oddly in the close confines.
Saito tilted his head to the side with a smirk as he surveyed her sweetly rounded bottom and set the second glass aside. "Misao…" He murmured softly as he quickly approached her and grasped her hips with his strong hands. "You tempt me…" He growled lowly as he pressed against her suggestively, noting her shocked gasp and heated look thrown over her shoulder. Kami but she's perfect! So responsive…so passionate… He leaned forward, pressing intimately against her as he tugged the ties to her soft yukata loose and reached inside, caressing her silken smooth skin.
Misao smiled with a soft purr as she pressed back against him, reaching up to cover his larger hands with her own, guiding them where she most wanted him to touch, a pink tinge staining her cheeks at her forward brazenness. "Touch me, kihou…" She moaned softly as his hands moved where she guided. Her eyes slid closed in pleasure as his strong, sword-callused hands moved over her breasts down her flat stomach across her abdomen to grip her hips tightly as he pressed against her, showing more effectively than words ever could exactly how she affected him.
Suddenly they both froze, neither moving, holding their breath as their eyes moved as one towards the closed door to their cabin. Both sensed the approach of a familiar ki. Misao trembled, knowing that something terrible was about to happen. Saito tensed, having a similar feeling. Before they could move apart the door crashed inwards, banging against the wall with a resounding crash. The former captain of the third squad of the Shinsengumi scowled, amber eyes narrowed dangerously on the figure standing in the doorway, imposing figure outlined against the illuminating lamps of the short hall outside their luxurious cabin. "Who are you?" He asked in a low, dangerous tone, carefully positioning himself between Misao and the newcomer.
Course laughter was the only reply followed by the unmistakable sound of a blade sliding free of its sheath. Lamplight glinted off the wickedly sharp exposed blade of the katana as the man stepped forward, through the door. Suddenly he froze, expression registering shock just before he collapsed face first to the floor, his katana flying from his numb grasp.
Misao gasped and peeked around Saito's solid form. "Aoshi-sama?" She breathed as the Okashira of the Oniwabanshu stepped through the door and over the prone thug lying prostrate on the floor between them.
Aoshi didn't acknowledge her presence, choosing instead to focus his cold green gaze on the man standing protectively in front of her. "Stay out of my way in Tokyo, Saito Hajime. It would be unfortunate if you or your…" He paused and allowed a slight sneer to lift the corner of his lips disdainfully. "Wife…" He made the word sound as if it were the most disgraceful position a woman could find herself in. "Were to meet with misfortune."
"Is that a threat, Shinomori?" Saito's eyes narrowed further as he tried to decipher the conflicting surges in the other man's ki.
"A warning." He turned on his heel and strode for the door. As he passed the prone and still unconscious intruder he paused and glanced over his shoulder. "This is the henchman Takeda Kanryu sent to recruit me into his service once again." He faced front again and strode out the door. "I hope for your sake we do not meet in Tokyo." He stopped in the door and, without turning, addressed the stricken young woman staring at his back with wide, horrified eyes glistening with unshed tears in her pale face as she shook her head in silent denial. Steeling his heart to remain cold and unfeeling he forced himself to utter the hateful words that would turn Misao from him forever. "Was getting laid worth selling your honor, Misao?"
Eyes widening in shocked horror, Misao felt her face redden in humiliation. "Aoshi-sama?" She whispered, green eyes dulled with hurt as he left, unable to find the words to defend herself against his stinging accusation.
**To Be Continued…**