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 27By Chiruken
Terada Ran stared in horrified shock at the semi-conscious form of the young woman draped over the plush sofa in Takeda Kanryu's opulent office. Shaking his head slightly he stiffened his shoulders and forced his expression to careful inquisitiveness, hoping the queasiness he felt in his stomach didn't show. He turned slowly towards his "boss" again. "Well. This is a surprise." He was secretly pleased at how even his voice was. He scowled, allowing distrust to colour his tone. "Why?"
Takeda Kanryu clenched his hands into fists, nearly crushing his cigar. Nothing. Not a twitch, not a flinch. Either the man had nerves of steel…or he'd been wrong about his treachery. "I reward loyalty, Terada." He answered smoothly, not allowing his uncertainty to show.
"And this…woman…is my reward?" Ran felt bile rising up his throat. One false move…just one…and it's all over… "I…see…" He allowed a tiny hint of disappointment to enter his tone.
"This doesn't please you?" The former drug load raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
The dark-haired man shrugged carelessly, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful frown. "Well…I would have preffered a more…er…monetary reward, sir. Women, as you know, are fairly easy to come by…" He shrugged again. "However, she is a rare beauty, is she not?" He allowed a grin to cross his harsh features, silently praying that the ordeal would end soon.
"Ahh…" Kanryu smiled more naturally. "I understand. Consider Takani Megumi a mere down payment then. There is much more to come…especially for my loyal followers. The woman is yours. Take her and do with her as you will…just be aware that Shinomori may want her back once he arrives."
Ran frowned. "Shinomori? I wasn't aware they had a past." He felt Megumi's eyes on him and turned to gaze into her startled eyes, thankful for the gag still firmly in place lest she be tempted to blurt out the truth her eyes revealed. He strode across the room towards her and bent close, pressing his lips close to her ear while thrusting a strong hand into her tangled dark hair, lowering his voice for her ears only. "Not a word. If you value your life, you'll keep your eyes down and your mouth shut, Takani Megumi." He shoved her away from him and turned to face his boss again. "She smells good. She'll do." He bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Takeda-san."
Takeda Kanryu smiled widely and sprawled into his chair behind his desk raising his expensive imported cigar to his lips again. He waved expansively with his free hand. "Think nothing of it, Terada. Go. Take your prize and enjoy. I'll send for you when I need your…" He chuckled evilly. "Your services again."
Executing a deep and respectful bow, Ran gritted his teeth and hid his growing hatred for the man seated so arrogantly behind his western-style desk, feet propped on the polished mirror-like surface of the expensive wood. Bought and paid for with the blood of countless innocents…bastard…you'll pay… When he straightened, none of his thoughts showed in his expression as he turned to throw the struggling Megumi over his shoulder carelessly and strode for the door. He paused and glanced over his shoulder with a small smile. "Good night, Takeda-san and thank you for your generosity." He exited quickly and hastened towards his quarters. "Hold still if you know what's good for you." He hissed at the woman thrown over his shoulder. "And stop kicking if you know what's good for you. I'm trying to help you."
Megumi quieted her struggles and stared at the floor moving passed her line of vision with each step he took, wincing at the painful jarring of his shoulder connecting with her stomach. It was the same man from the doujou. She recognized him from that night. But on a deeper level he seemed frighteningly familiar to her…his identity just barely tickling the edges of her awareness. She knew him…but from where? And when? She felt tears fill her eyes. What would the others think when they discovered her missing? Ken-san…Sanosuke… More tears filled her eyes when the image of the former fighter-for-hire filled her mind's eye. She closed her eyes tightly, the tears falling slowly. I never got a chance to tell him… And what of Aoshi? What had Takeda meant? Was Aoshi truly coming to Tokyo? Why would he return to Takeda's employment after what had happened to the other members of the Oniwabanshu? Somehow she doubted that the Okashira had forgotten who was responsible for the deaths of his men. She bit her lip to still it's trembling and prayed that they would allow her stay with Aoshi again. Their previous arrangement had been mutually beneficial. She sighed inaudibly. How long could they keep up the charade now? After all that had happened…Takeda would have them watched…and what about this man? The one called Terada Ran? Why was he so familiar? Who was he? And why did her heart beat faster when she looked into his dark eyes?