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 28
By Angel
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Was one able to be nervous and scared down to their very soul? To have their stomach clinched so tight that your whole body seemed to pulse with the tightness? To have your heart forget how to beat? That ain't even the half of it! Sagara Sanosuke felt all of those things and more as he glanced around the empty clinic one last time. A spilled over rice bowl, its contents laid scattered across the floor, the tiny white grains dazzling in stark contrast to the darkness of the highly polished wood. Beyond that, that nothing seemed out of place. Everything else was frighteningly normal. Deciding that it might be best to gather Kenshin and the rest of the "gumi" to find out more, he spun on his heel and strode through the eerily quite rooms towards the exit of the clinic. Heading for the street rapidly, his long legs eating up the distance with ease, Sanosuke took off for the dojo. Silently he hoped that he was misreading the evidence that he had just found and prayed to all the kami who may or may not be listening that his kitsune had just been in a hurry for a medical emergency.
Scowling as his worry began to gnaw at him more insistently, he tried to think of another reason for her absence. Maybe, just maybe, she's already at the doujou making her delicious ohagi…nothing's wrong…she isn't in danger… Somehow even he didn't quite believe that. Increasing his pace until he was running, he ignored the stares following him. "Megumi…" He whispered her name, praying again that she was safe, that his gut instinct was wrong. "Just this once let me be wrong…please kami-sama…just this once…"
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Himura Kenshin sighed as he swiftly made his way down to the path leading away from the doujou into the busier neighbourhoods of Tokyo. It wasn't often that he ventured into town, preferring instead to stay close to the friendly atmosphere of the small community to which the Kamiya Doujou belonged. He sighed softly, eyes moving restlessly over the crowds rushing past him as the people hurried about their business. His hands closed into fists at his sides as his mind wandered over the situation with Takeda Kanyru. How could Takeda Kanryu manage to build up a yakuza empire of this degree without attracting the attention of the Keishichou? And possibly even more puzzling… Why hasn't Saito done anything about it? As his thoughts followed that path another thought entered the equation. How did Takeda Kanryu escape from prison and the execution he'd been sentenced to for opium trafficking? A frown pulled the corners of his mouth down as his eyes altered from their usual soft and gentle violet to a harsher, colder flat blue. Where is Saito? And why hasn't he done anything about Takeda? Growling out his anger Kenshin decided the best way to get answers to his questions was to go straight to the source.
Nodding decisively as he paused before crossing a busy street, he drew in a deep breath and looked both ways before putting on a burst of speed and dashing into, around and through the heavy traffic effortlessly. Halting on the opposite side he ignored the stares and whispers as people stared openly at him. He smiled innocently and turned on his heel, heading up the street quickly. A block later he stared up at the front of the two-story western style building that housed the offices of the Keishichou. Straightening his faded and worn gi he took the wide steps two at a time until he was standing before the large double doors. Glancing down at the sakabatou at his side he had a moment of regret for wearing it to this of all places before he pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. As he walked through the echoing halls he surveyed his surroundings with wide eyes, impressed despite himself. Finally shaking himself out of his awed stupor he hurried to where he hoped he could find Saito and have his questions answered…and found himself back where he started, before the large double doors. Spinning on his heel, he scratched his head and surveyed his surroundings again. Finally spotting an officer heading his way, he hurried over to him to ask after the missing Inspector. Not expecting much of an answer beyond an inquiry as to why he was carrying an illegal weapon he was mildly surprised when the young man did indeed admit that the Assistant Inspector actually was missing.
"I see, that I do. Did the Assistant Inspector say where he was going? It is rather important I speak with him, that it is."
The young officer smiled openly and nodded eagerly. "He went Kyoto, sir."
Kenshin's violet eyes widened in surprise. "Oro? Kyoto? I wonder why…" He murmured softly, not expecting a reply to his musings.
The officer shrugged and turned on his heel to head up the stairs to their right. Pausing at the foot of the stairs he glanced over his shoulder at the puzzled rurouni with a friendly grin. "The Inspector went to fetch his bride. He was saying something about young woman he met a couple of years ago. She recently agreed to marry him."
Kenshin felt his eyes go wider still as his jaw dropped in stunned shock, his mind racing as it tried to assimilate this new information. He shook his head sharply. What about Tokio? He turned slowly for the doors leading outside again. He didn't get far when another thought struck him. What young woman???
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It was almost dusk when Sagara Sanosuke reached the familiar gates of the Kamiya Doujou. He breathed a sigh of relief and paused for a moment gathering his thoughts before pushing open the dojo gate, mildly surprised to find them unlocked, and stepped through. Sano quickly glanced around the shadowed yard to see if anyone was near by and scowled when all he saw was empty space. Scowling, he crossed the hard packed yard to the engawa and stepped up easily, poking his head inside. He pulled back and scratched his head when he saw on one, he growled in frustration as he tilted his head to the side, listening for any movement. Throwing his hands up and frustration he rounded the main house to stare at the wash drying in the slight breeze but nothing else. Tensing as he heard the faint sounds of footsteps approaching the back gate, he spun around and hurried in that direction as he called out, his voice betraying his anxiety. "Kenshin?"
Narrowing his eyes as he tried to focus on the figure coming from the shadows with the setting sun at his back, it took a moment for Sanosuke to recognize the lean form as that of Yahiko, not Kenshin. Momentarily stunned speechless, the ex-fighter-for-hire shook his head sharply and stepped forward, unable to quite get passed how much the young swordsman had grown over the time that they'd known each other. He briefly lost the frantic thoughts of his missing kitsune as he stared at the approaching figure. He shook his head again as he finally grasped that the young loud-mouthed and cocky kid had somehow grown into a tired looking young adult. Shaking his head for the third time sharply he blinked and closed his hands into fists at his sides. But he's only 12! The thought echoed through his mind as Yahiko drew nearer.
"Hey! Sanosuke…" Yahiko frowned when there was no response. "Sano, is somethin' wrong?"
Snapping out of his haze Sano nodded and stepped closer to the boy. "Have you seen the kitsune?"
Yahiko blinked in surprise and scratched his head with a frown. "Yeah, earlier. I had to take some food to her. Some guy paid wanted it delivered to her and Tae sent me. She said she was going to stop by this evening to make some ohagi. Is somethin' wrong?"
As Yahiko's words penetrated his worried mind, Sano began to see red as his anger quickly mixed with his fear. The thought of Yahiko helping someone that would hurt Megumi only added fuel to his growing anger. Reaching out lightning quick, he grabbed the young swordsman by the front of his gi and dragged him closer, lifting him off the ground 'til his feet dangled in the air. Eyes narrowed to enraged slits, Sano growled and shook the boy. "What the hell do you mean?"
Yahiko's eyes widened in shock, his pupils dilating as he stared into his friend's enraged eyes…eyes burning with fury and hatred. His eyes widened further as he realized that Sano was beyond reason now. He knew this, yet he also knew that he had to try to get through to him, to explain, to try to calm him down…buy enough time that maybe Kaoru or Kenshin could get there…preferably Kenshin. He didn't want to see Kaoru get hurt. Though he gave her a hard time and picked fights with her all the time, he still didn't want to see her get hurt…not like this…not by… He swallowed past the lump in his throat and felt his stomach heave as Sanosuke's burning eyes narrowed further. He was taking too long to answer, to explain. He opened his mouth, praying that he wouldn't be sick, praying that he could get the retelling out past the lump in his throat… He stuttered through the retelling and felt his pulse thunder in his ears as Sano shook him again. He couldn't seem to hear the words. He licked his lips and sent another silent plea out to the kami for Kenshin to get there quickly, though he couldn't begin to imagine where the rurouni was if he wasn't in the doujou.
Sanosuke felt his rage growing. All he'd managed to hear from Yahiko's garbled explanation was the fact that he'd helped another man seduce Megumi…his Megumi! His rage a blinding peak spiking behind his eyes Sano felt his fist ball up, his vision blurring into a red haze of hate, and without realizing he let it fly. Hardly aware that it connected with something hard before he could execute the Futae no Kiwami, he shook his head sharply, ready to pull his arm back for another devastating punch. "Sanosuke what in the hell are you doing?"
Blinking back his anger and refocusing, Sano found himself gazing into a pair of cold hard blue eyes ringed with amber glaring up at him before sunlight reflecting off his bared blared blinded him momentaril. "Kenshin?" Dimly he was aware that the smaller man's voice had shaken with rage, something he'd never heard in the rurouni's tone before now. He had never been the object of Kenshin's anger and somehow here he was looking at blue eyes that had gold rims to them directed at him. Frowning as he looked away Sano could only stare in horror as his eyes landed on the boy still dangling by the front of his rumpled gi, his hand fisted in the twisted material. Eyes widening in horror, he opened his fist numbly, releasing the boy who was staring back at him with fear in his eyes and gingerly wiping away blood from his lips.
"Yahiko…" There was no response. "Yahiko, are you all right?" At the sound of Kenshin's voice Sano watched as the young man took off down the path and into the growing darkness without another word to either of them.
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Saito drank in the sight as he watched his wife soak in the western made bathtub. Her shoulders relaxed as she slowly drank the red wine that he had given her earlier, whispering that she should drink the liquid slowly. He had stopped their earlier lovemaking when his koneko's stomach had growled, making it clear that food was necessary. Saito hadn't minded, Misao had hardly touched the dinner the night before so it only stood to reason she would be hungry.
After telling her to stay put he had gone to the ship's cook and ordered some rice balls, not wanting to over load his koneko's stomach with something heavy. On returning to the room he found his wife soaking in the oversized western tub. Setting aside the rice balls Saito chose to do nothing more than to watch her in this simple delight. Only once did the thought occur to him that he could join her, and yet he found himself not able to intrude on her steamy relaxing bath.
Saito sighed as he came to rest on the soft mattress of their large western bed. Sitting down on the edge of the luxurious mattress, he decided to prepare for bed while Misao was still occupied in the next room. Unsure if his young wife would still be nervous about preparing for sleep while he was watching, he smiled and shook his head slowly. Of course he knew she was just now getting comfortable with the idea he was allowed to feast his gaze upon her naked form. Sighing Saito stood and set out to unbuckle his belt and then his uniform jacket. Pulling his black t-shirt over his head he tossed the garment aside and bent down to remove his boots.
"Kihou, am I not supposed to help you do that?"
Smiling as he realized that she had sneaked out of the tub and was now standing dripping on the thick carpet beneath her bare feet…and that she had caught on to what he was doing…Saito only flashed her a quick roguish grin. "There is always tomorrow night koneko, no need to rush!" He blinked when she tossed her head with a sassy smile and disappeared into the bathing room again. Soon he could hear the sound of water sloshing against the sides of the bathtub again.
Tossing his boots to the side he stretched, reaching his arms over his head. Now only dressed in his uniform trousers, Saito merely went off and fetched a towel before slipping into the small and narrow room where Misao reclined in the cooling water filling the tub. He smiled and signaled to his wife that it was now time to finish up and join him in the sleeping chamber while softly whispering that he had managed to get her rice balls. Smiling as he bent over holding the towel open, Misao reached outward to be picked up by her arms. Shaking his head at her childish antics, he was mildly surprised when he lifted her out of the tub and tried to set her down she molded her supple form against him. Growling as she twined her arms around his neck, he let her press herself against him, feeling the wet body moving against him intimately, enticing him, urging him to take her yet again. Pushing the thoughts of the responsive body curved against his own from his mind, Saito quickly deposited her onto their bed. Fetching the towel once more he made his way back to his wet koneko and began to dry her with a gentleness that surprised even him.
Once he was certain that she was dry Saito carelessly threw the damp towel to the side and reached up to let loose her hair. With a quick movement of his hand he smiled as she shyly nodded and slipped under the covers. Once he saw she was settled in, he went to the table where he had put the rice balls and placed them on the bed within her reach and then quickly stripped from the rest of his clothes before boldly making his way towards the large bed. Aware that her eyes were drinking in the sight of his body brought a purely masculine smile of satisfaction to his harsh features. Yet he knew that she was both physically and emotionally drained. With an inaudible sigh he decided that it was best to stop her thoughts before she decided to act on them. "Koneko we need to speak."
She blinked her enticing sea green eyes, the expression in them that of desire…and now confusion. He was fully aware that she was shocked by his sudden declaration. "About what Kihou?"
Slipping under the covers, Saito moved to take her in his arms and kiss her head as he whispered near her ear. "We need to discuss what will happen once we reach Tokyo." With that he felt his wife's lithe form tense.