Hey guys!!!! *yawns* Sorry I'm so late, with updating this fic and all.
Man, teachers at school are just piling on the work. I try to find time to
type a little each day but my schedule is so hectic!!!
And its gonna get worse, cause end of year exams are coming up and those
are pretty important. Plus this year is really important, cause I choose
the subjects I'm gonna do. I can't wait to drop geography and physics, not
to mention F/N and T/C (Food & Nutrition, Textiles and Clothing.)
Oh well...I wanna thank all those who reviewed me. Thank you so much. You are
all dolls.
Um I'm sure by now, you all know who Soujirou's crush is. If you don't...just
wait and see. And please don't kill me when you find out. Also I wanna
thank Xzanyou and Sere-Estel, they are such good supporters of this story
and me. Thanks so much.
By the way, someone else joins the story line today. You'll see in a little while.....hehehehe!!!
**************** Chapter4 Strange things. ****************
"Sano wake up." Kenshin leaned over and whispered in his ear. Sanosuke grunted, "Is it morning already?" his lips barely parting to grumble the words.
"That it is." Kenshin answered kissing him on his exquisite lips, teasing the rosy flesh with his moist tongue. Sanosuke's eyes shot open as if the sleep had been pulled out of him suddenly.
A smile played on his lips, as stared into lavender pools of his lover.
How exotic they must have looked then, one sitting on the other, tenderly teasing each other like aged lovers. "I rather like this," Sano stated, as Kenshin pulled his luscious lips away from Sano's, his hands freely wandering the red heads lithe body. Delectable.
"Did you sleep well?" Kenshin asked, Sano's hand ran down his spine sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"How could I not? You tired me out last night; I'm looking forward to tonight." Sano answered winking at him. Pink lined the Red head's cheeks as he looked away. Sano was so straightforward. It was almost shocking.
To Sano, Kenshin was the cutest thing that ever walked, he pulled the man into a mind- boggling kiss that seemed to be filled with more lust than love.
With skill, Sano flipped them over so he was now on top. His lips trailed to his neck, sucking at the soft reddened flesh. Kenshin relaxed and accepted the wonderful pleasure he received from Sano's touch, whimpering each time Sano crushed his lips against his flesh.
///Kill him, kill the fighter for higher named Zanza.///
The radiant glow of Kenshin's eyes became duller and duller until it was nearing completely different tone. His mind shot back to reality as if being pulled from a nightmare by an unseen force.
"Sanosuke, stop---Sano please stop!!!" Ken ordered lightly.
Sano sat up and stared down at his lithe lover with hint of frustration. "What's wrong? Don't tell me your getting shy on me? Why after last night, I'd expect you'd be a little more open..."
Kenshin cut him off, "You shouldn't expect something of which you know nothing about!" He said, a firm angry demonic resonance showed in his usually playful voice.
Sano could only stare with disbelief, what happened to the Kenshin he passionately made love to last night. Kenshin quickly catching himself spoke up, "I'm sorry Sano, I didn't mean that. Please forgive me." His childish tone returning.
"It's okay, for a moment there I thought I was talking to an imposter." Sano said with a half- hearted laugh. But it was really disturbing to hear a voice like that coming from him.
At that moment Kenshin's stomach churned and a blush appeared across Kenshin's face. His eyes returning to normal. Kenshin chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, I agree with your stomach, it is time for breakfast." Sano said smiling and sliding off the bed. Kenshin breathed a sigh of relief. Sano didn't seem to be suspicious of him. He hoped the titian hair fighter had brushed the incident aside.
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His feet moved quickly and gracefully under his olive green hakama (1). Hardly making any sound, only his light nimble steps could be heard. His black hair swished with every agile movement, his chocolate eyes moving swiftly over his surroundings. He looked very exquisite although clad distastefully.
Unaware that he was watched, he swiftly did his assigned duties. He was a teenager as far as the eye could see, his skin lightly tanned enhancing his exotic semblance. His eyes looked childish although they were clouded with desperation and sadness.
An angel put simply. Nothing short of a masterpiece.
Soujirou's mop of dark brown hair covered his lifeless mahogany eyes, enabling him to watch the servant doing his chores, freely. He had hard time falling asleep thinking about this one. The boy's radiance attracted him at first but then there was this mysterious aura surrounding him.
Sou sat up, this gesture seemed almost inhuman. Then lithely getting to his feet he snuck behind the boy giving him such a fright.
The boy relaxed his tensed body then closed his eyes with relief. Something about Sou's actions scared him more than usual, may be the swiftness of it reminded him of something.
"Good morning, Master Seta (2)." The boy bowed.
Sou nodded, watching the boy's smooth flowing motions. It seemed almost god- like not with preternatural speed but with ease he did it.
"Um... your breakfast will be ready soon. In the mean time if you would like to take a bath, I have one prepared for you." He stated bowing again.
Sou nodded once more and strode out of with room, his own movements fluid and silent. The light padded footsteps meant that the servant was right behind him.
The screen door slid open and they stepped in, the boy closing the door behind them.
The bath was drawn like the boy had said and it looked rather inviting.
Sou's body tensed as agile fingers ran over his clothes attempting to remove them. Sou looked at the boy in front of him, who had stopped undoing Sou's shirt when he noticed the death glare Sou gave him.
"What are you doing?" Soujirou questioned, his dark brown eyes flashing with anger.
"Um...Um...I was...I was just..." The boy stammered fear blanching his face.
Soujirou raised his hand and brought it down hard on the boy's cheeks, the slap resonated throughout the room.
"What do you think I am? A bloody incompetent?" Sou asked, commanding an answer.
The boy stood shocked, his cheek already red. He sniffled a bit.
"Well?" Sou ordered.
"No, Master Seta." He answered softly.
"Good. I can take off my own clothes, thank you." He said resolutely, "Got that?"
The boy nodded, still holding his cheek and recollecting what just happened.
'What's your name?!!!" Soujirou asked snapping him out of la-la land.
The boy looked a little confused at first.
"Well, do you have a name or not?!!!!" Soujirou stated his patience wearing thin.
"Um yes...My name is Yahiko, sir." He answered timidly.
"Good then. Yahiko I trust an incident won't happen ever again." Sou had just finished taking of his clothes and slipped into the warm water. Calming himself slowly, relaxing his tense muscles.
Silence echoed throughout the room, except for the audible breathing of the servant, whose face was still awe filled.
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****Village of Chiba******
Midnight black hair, amber eyes, lanky, thin frame and clad in a police outfit. Quite a sight in Chiba in the early morning. His hair combed back looked neat beyond all reason and his eyes sharp never missing anything. Some call him the Miburo wolf, while others know him as Fujita Guro an excellent swordsman. The Master of the gatotsu style, Hajime Saitou.
He took a bite of his apple, ignoring the passer- bys who gave him the strangest look the eye could conceive. These days you could hardly trust strangers, they were usually thugs who came to loot and destroy. He was quite the opposite as his code "Aku Soku Zan." States.
His mind ran on Tokio, his wife. He'd left against her wishes this morning trying to escape her famous screech. He hoped she was alright, annoying or foolish, she was still his beautiful wife. Meanwhile he hoped dearly she didn't decide to play with his swords while he was gone. That could be dangerous, not for Tokio, but the entire population of Nagumo.
He had to focus, by the Shinsengumi reports, The Battousai was close. Excitingly close. Defeating the Battousai would topple the Imperialist leaving only the Shinsengumi to oust the government. He was convinced the Imperialist were pigs, they and the Shinsengumi were constantly at war. He wouldn't allow pigs to run the country, over his dead body. As for the Battousai, mark him as dead.
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TBC
I know it sucked but please review, how will I know if you didn't like it.
Hakama (1)- you know the baggy pants Kenshin and yahiko wears...yeah those.
Seta (2)- Those who didn't know, Soujirou's last name is Seta.
By the way, someone else joins the story line today. You'll see in a little while.....hehehehe!!!
**************** Chapter4 Strange things. ****************
"Sano wake up." Kenshin leaned over and whispered in his ear. Sanosuke grunted, "Is it morning already?" his lips barely parting to grumble the words.
"That it is." Kenshin answered kissing him on his exquisite lips, teasing the rosy flesh with his moist tongue. Sanosuke's eyes shot open as if the sleep had been pulled out of him suddenly.
A smile played on his lips, as stared into lavender pools of his lover.
How exotic they must have looked then, one sitting on the other, tenderly teasing each other like aged lovers. "I rather like this," Sano stated, as Kenshin pulled his luscious lips away from Sano's, his hands freely wandering the red heads lithe body. Delectable.
"Did you sleep well?" Kenshin asked, Sano's hand ran down his spine sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"How could I not? You tired me out last night; I'm looking forward to tonight." Sano answered winking at him. Pink lined the Red head's cheeks as he looked away. Sano was so straightforward. It was almost shocking.
To Sano, Kenshin was the cutest thing that ever walked, he pulled the man into a mind- boggling kiss that seemed to be filled with more lust than love.
With skill, Sano flipped them over so he was now on top. His lips trailed to his neck, sucking at the soft reddened flesh. Kenshin relaxed and accepted the wonderful pleasure he received from Sano's touch, whimpering each time Sano crushed his lips against his flesh.
///Kill him, kill the fighter for higher named Zanza.///
The radiant glow of Kenshin's eyes became duller and duller until it was nearing completely different tone. His mind shot back to reality as if being pulled from a nightmare by an unseen force.
"Sanosuke, stop---Sano please stop!!!" Ken ordered lightly.
Sano sat up and stared down at his lithe lover with hint of frustration. "What's wrong? Don't tell me your getting shy on me? Why after last night, I'd expect you'd be a little more open..."
Kenshin cut him off, "You shouldn't expect something of which you know nothing about!" He said, a firm angry demonic resonance showed in his usually playful voice.
Sano could only stare with disbelief, what happened to the Kenshin he passionately made love to last night. Kenshin quickly catching himself spoke up, "I'm sorry Sano, I didn't mean that. Please forgive me." His childish tone returning.
"It's okay, for a moment there I thought I was talking to an imposter." Sano said with a half- hearted laugh. But it was really disturbing to hear a voice like that coming from him.
At that moment Kenshin's stomach churned and a blush appeared across Kenshin's face. His eyes returning to normal. Kenshin chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, I agree with your stomach, it is time for breakfast." Sano said smiling and sliding off the bed. Kenshin breathed a sigh of relief. Sano didn't seem to be suspicious of him. He hoped the titian hair fighter had brushed the incident aside.
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His feet moved quickly and gracefully under his olive green hakama (1). Hardly making any sound, only his light nimble steps could be heard. His black hair swished with every agile movement, his chocolate eyes moving swiftly over his surroundings. He looked very exquisite although clad distastefully.
Unaware that he was watched, he swiftly did his assigned duties. He was a teenager as far as the eye could see, his skin lightly tanned enhancing his exotic semblance. His eyes looked childish although they were clouded with desperation and sadness.
An angel put simply. Nothing short of a masterpiece.
Soujirou's mop of dark brown hair covered his lifeless mahogany eyes, enabling him to watch the servant doing his chores, freely. He had hard time falling asleep thinking about this one. The boy's radiance attracted him at first but then there was this mysterious aura surrounding him.
Sou sat up, this gesture seemed almost inhuman. Then lithely getting to his feet he snuck behind the boy giving him such a fright.
The boy relaxed his tensed body then closed his eyes with relief. Something about Sou's actions scared him more than usual, may be the swiftness of it reminded him of something.
"Good morning, Master Seta (2)." The boy bowed.
Sou nodded, watching the boy's smooth flowing motions. It seemed almost god- like not with preternatural speed but with ease he did it.
"Um... your breakfast will be ready soon. In the mean time if you would like to take a bath, I have one prepared for you." He stated bowing again.
Sou nodded once more and strode out of with room, his own movements fluid and silent. The light padded footsteps meant that the servant was right behind him.
The screen door slid open and they stepped in, the boy closing the door behind them.
The bath was drawn like the boy had said and it looked rather inviting.
Sou's body tensed as agile fingers ran over his clothes attempting to remove them. Sou looked at the boy in front of him, who had stopped undoing Sou's shirt when he noticed the death glare Sou gave him.
"What are you doing?" Soujirou questioned, his dark brown eyes flashing with anger.
"Um...Um...I was...I was just..." The boy stammered fear blanching his face.
Soujirou raised his hand and brought it down hard on the boy's cheeks, the slap resonated throughout the room.
"What do you think I am? A bloody incompetent?" Sou asked, commanding an answer.
The boy stood shocked, his cheek already red. He sniffled a bit.
"Well?" Sou ordered.
"No, Master Seta." He answered softly.
"Good. I can take off my own clothes, thank you." He said resolutely, "Got that?"
The boy nodded, still holding his cheek and recollecting what just happened.
'What's your name?!!!" Soujirou asked snapping him out of la-la land.
The boy looked a little confused at first.
"Well, do you have a name or not?!!!!" Soujirou stated his patience wearing thin.
"Um yes...My name is Yahiko, sir." He answered timidly.
"Good then. Yahiko I trust an incident won't happen ever again." Sou had just finished taking of his clothes and slipped into the warm water. Calming himself slowly, relaxing his tense muscles.
Silence echoed throughout the room, except for the audible breathing of the servant, whose face was still awe filled.
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****Village of Chiba******
Midnight black hair, amber eyes, lanky, thin frame and clad in a police outfit. Quite a sight in Chiba in the early morning. His hair combed back looked neat beyond all reason and his eyes sharp never missing anything. Some call him the Miburo wolf, while others know him as Fujita Guro an excellent swordsman. The Master of the gatotsu style, Hajime Saitou.
He took a bite of his apple, ignoring the passer- bys who gave him the strangest look the eye could conceive. These days you could hardly trust strangers, they were usually thugs who came to loot and destroy. He was quite the opposite as his code "Aku Soku Zan." States.
His mind ran on Tokio, his wife. He'd left against her wishes this morning trying to escape her famous screech. He hoped she was alright, annoying or foolish, she was still his beautiful wife. Meanwhile he hoped dearly she didn't decide to play with his swords while he was gone. That could be dangerous, not for Tokio, but the entire population of Nagumo.
He had to focus, by the Shinsengumi reports, The Battousai was close. Excitingly close. Defeating the Battousai would topple the Imperialist leaving only the Shinsengumi to oust the government. He was convinced the Imperialist were pigs, they and the Shinsengumi were constantly at war. He wouldn't allow pigs to run the country, over his dead body. As for the Battousai, mark him as dead.
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TBC
I know it sucked but please review, how will I know if you didn't like it.
Hakama (1)- you know the baggy pants Kenshin and yahiko wears...yeah those.
Seta (2)- Those who didn't know, Soujirou's last name is Seta.