Disclaimer: For the last time, I do not own Kenshin. Though I will always
remain faithful.
Warning: The fight scene below is nothing like the fight scene you will read in the manga or see in the television series. I took the fight into my own hands, and if you don't like it, don't flame me cause I warned you.
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A Love for One Hated
By: Mystic Song
Chapter 16: The Final Battle
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"KENSHIN!" Kaoru shrieked before her world turned black.
Kenshin's head snapped up as he heard the all to familiar voice of Kaoru call his name. He froze mid-step, turning rueful eyes towards the door where a dark silhouette could be seen. It stepped forward; leering red eyes penetrated the shadows. When the figure stepped into the flooding light of the ballroom, the audience gave a collective gasp. There stood a man covered in bandages, dark hair toppling over his face, framing his red eyes.
"Shishio." Kenshin growled, stepping forward through the backing crowd towards Shishio Makato. Aoshi, Kenshin found, had already made his way to the doorway, pushing his trench coat back to take out a pair of twin kodachis.
"Don't take another step." Shishio warned, his words piercing and voice low. He tugged an unconscious girl tighter into his grasp, her ebony hair falling out of its taut bun and her elegant kimono becoming disheveled as the obi loosened.
"Kaoru," Kenshin croaked as his eyes fell upon her. A trickle of blood curled around Kaoru's neck: sliding into the folds of her kimono.
Shishio's eyes gleamed malevolently as he observed the crowd's reaction, noticing Kenshin's reaction in particular. In the blink of an eye, he unsheathed his sword and placed it at Kaoru's neck, a spark emitting from the friction. He flicked his eyes over in Soujiro's direction and gave him an appreciative nod. "You did your job well, Soujiro."
Soujiro bowed obediently and backed away into the shadows.
A deep growl was emitted from Kenshin's throat as he lunged forward in blind rage towards Soujiro. "That betraying bastard." He ground out.
Shishio's grip on the hilt tightened as he caressed Kaoru's neck with the blade, drawing more blood to dribble down her neck. "One more step," Shishio warned, "And I just may lose my grip on this sword, causing it to slip."
Kenshin paused, glancing in Kaoru's direction. Her head lolled to one side, though she looked as if to be in no pain. Kenshin relaxed a little at that. Though his muscles were too tense, his heart constricting at the thought of Kaoru being murdered.
Struggling was heard behind Shishio before two bodies were hurtled out of the dark and into the ballroom. A familiar girl with a long black braid and a boy with tousled brown hair collided together to the ground. The girl's arms were wrapped tightly around the boy's waist as they skidded together across the ground.
Behind the two a large, looming figure stepped to Shishio's side. His arms folded and eyes blank. This man was blind.
"Aah, Uonuma Usui, you've joined us." Shishio commented lamely.
Aoshi knelt down immediately, arms open wide to embrace the two people. He grunted when they came in contact, though clutched the girl for dear life.
"Misao," he whispered hesitantly.
Emerald eyes peeked from eyelids that were clutched shut. "Aoshi?"
Aoshi gave a sigh of relief and curled Misao onto his lap, looking wearily at the boy that was struggling to stand.
"Yahiko." Aoshi warned, beckoning for Yahiko to sit down.
Yahiko disregarded the older man and stared long and hard at Shishio. "Don't hurt Kaoru." He said, his voice about to crack from tears.
Shishio's head flew back as he let loose a string of ghastly laughs. "Boy!" Shishio called, "There is no use in telling me what to do, or to undo what I've already done!"
Yahiko's hands fisted and un-fisted, a lone tear streaming down his face. Kenshin stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Yahiko's shoulder. Yahiko let it rest there, deciding not to comment any more.
"You will let Kamiya Kaoru go." A demanding voice called from within the fray. The crowd parted immediately as a tall man with a billowing cape and intimidating eyes stepped forward, a second stern man with black hair and cold blue eyes that Kenshin recognized as Kamiya-san followed closely behind him.
"What a pleasure," Shishio drawled, "To have Lord Seijuro in our midst." He gave a mock bow.
Hiko growled. "What is it you want, Makato?" Hiko stated more than questioned.
Shishio lowered his sword, handing Kaoru carelessly over to the blind beast called Uonuma Usui. "A fight for the proper ruler of this country. A fight to the death."
Hiko arched an eyebrow at Shishio's words and took a curious step forward. "You are a rebel, Shishio. You have no right to be in this land, let alone my palace."
"But I have followers, Hiko. People that will obey me. And if they don't..." a sinister sneer spread across Shishio's face. "I will make them."
A scowl marred Hiko's features. "That is no way to rule a country."
Shishio's chin rose in arrogance. "You have no right to tell me what to do." He lowered into a fighting stance, feet spreading and sword raised. "Enough talking, let our swords do the rest."
Hiko gave an approving grunt before drawing his own sword from his hilt hidden within his cape.
And the fight commenced.
The two rushed at each other with equal force and speed, their swords clashing loudly. Sparks flew as their swords grinded together, each trying to gain the advantage. Hiko pulled away before charging just as quickly as his retreat. He took an extra step forward with a simple thrust as Shishio easily blocked it with a side step.
Their movements were fast and precise, too complicated for the simple eye. Though Kenshin watched in fascination at his master and his precise movements. He let his eyes wander from the fight to the tall, dark man lurking in the doorway that was holding Kaoru captive. Kenshin's eyes darkened to molten amber as he stalked forward. A hand reached out and tugged at his gi. Kenshin swerved around to meet Aoshi.
"You're forgetting something." Aoshi commented, pulling out Kenshin's sakabatou that was concealed within Aoshi's trench coat.
Kenshin bowed his head in gratitude. "Arigatou." He turned to face the man that was possessively holding Kaoru, his blank eyes narrowed and his ears pricked. "Aoshi," Kenshin inquired softly, "Go after Uonuma Usui and save Kaoru. I'll go find the bastard who betrayed her." Aoshi nodded and strode towards Usui as Kenshin passed out of the ballroom.
Amber eyes swept the hall, red hair glinting in the dim light. "Seta Soujiro." Kenshin called, his voice hissed between clenched teeth.
A young man stepped forward, his face bowed. "Hai, I'm here."
"Why did you betray Kaoru?" Kenshin growled.
Soujiro's face rose somberly, and for the first time, there was no smile upon his face. "I was taught by Shishio-sama. He took me in when nobody else did. He taught me..." he trailed off and a wistful look crossed his eyes. "He taught me that the strong live, and the weak die."
Kenshin was about to object when Soujiro held up a hand to silence him. "That's why we're here, you know. Shishio-sama wants to prove himself as the strongest, that he alone holds that title. So we came here, and I had to infiltrate the guard. But then I met Kao-chan." Soujiro's smile returned, though it was remorseful. "I have never met someone so understanding as she. She doesn't deserve this..."
"Then why did you do it?" Kenshin spat. The grip on his hilt tightened in impatience.
"For Shishio-sama." Soujiro chanted, as though it was his sanctuary. "For Shishio-sama!" Soujiro cried again, launching forward with unmatched speed. He was the tenken, after all.
Kenshin's sakabato sprang from it sheath as he countered Soujiro's katana. "Is this what you believe, Soujiro?" Kenshin challenged.
Tears seemed to brim in Soujiro's eyes as he launched forward again. His feet padding lightly on the ground as he circled Kenshin. His movements were invisible, even to Kenshin. His speed was nothing but consummate.
"The strong live! The weak die! That is what he taught me!" Soujiro cried as he ran.
The cry gave Kenshin just enough warning to counteract Soujiro's attack. Though the force was strong, sending Kenshin several feet back.
"What is taught is not always true." Kenshin reasoned. "The weak do not always die as the strong do not always survive."
Soujiro tapped his foot on the ground, this time somewhat impatiently, before launching. His speed even faster than before. "But that's what Shishio-sama said!"
Kenshin sped forward with an attack of his own. His sword placed in his sheath as his dashed forward, planning to attack head on with Soujiro. He could see the blur that was Soujiro land firmly on the ground, propelling him forward with his sword drawn.
Kenshin took that extra step, with his left foot, and with silent fury, unsheathed his sword to strike.
The two fell away almost instantly. They stood that way, backs facing each other, until one crumbled.
Soujiro gave out a weak cry as he toppled to the ground and landed with a thud. Kenshin turned to face the younger man compassionately.
"Maybe it's not bad." Soujiro commented more to himself than to Kenshin. "To be weak..." he trailed off, fainting at the extremities of his wound.
Kenshin braced himself with his hands upon his knees, drawing in deep breaths. He slowly exited the hall, leaving Soujiro's unconscious body behind him. He left just in time to see Aoshi sprint towards Usui, kodachis in hand. Kaoru was slumping against the back wall behind Usui.
Usui reacted with equal force. He took a step forward, the force shaking the hall, his hand raised, holding a large sword in his grasp. He slashed downward when Aoshi came into range. Apparently Usui's blindness did not render him weakness.
He could detect every ripple of muscle, and every evenly drawn breath. His hearing was acute, more tuned than any other ear. Even a ninja's stealth could not sneak by him unnoticed. Though Aoshi tried, he was blocked every way. That was until a second man stepped forward, his arms holding a sword somewhat feebly.
"Kamiya-san," Kenshin breathed in disbelief.
Kamiya jogged towards Usui, his cold eyes displaying his determination. He was a stubborn man, Kenshin recollected. Usui was distracted just enough to easily block Kamiya's attack, sending Kamiya flying back towards the crowd. Though he didn't notice the two steely bites until it was too late.
The two main arteries on Usui's neck had been sliced by Aoshi's twin kodachis. Usui slid down the back wall, Kaoru slumping by his side. Aoshi effortlessly discharged the blood on his swords with a simple flick of the wrist before re-sheathing them. He twisted on his heal and stalked off towards Misao, who was sitting by Yahiko, her mouth agape.
"He was an amazing fighter." Misao whispered, steadying herself on her feet.
Aoshi nodded in agreement. Misao hesitantly approached Aoshi and fell into his arms. Aoshi cradled her against his chest, the trench coat enveloping the two. "Why did you leave the guesthouse?"
Misao's voice was muffled by his shirt. "I just wanted to see the ball. But the doors were locked. So I snuck in."
"Why did you bring Yahiko?" Aoshi questioned. There was no use in berating Misao since that was her usual curious self. But to bring Yahiko with her as well was a danger.
Misao shrugged.
Aoshi sighed, releasing Misao as he approached Yahiko. "Why did you come here?"
Yahiko gave a slight shrug. "I saw Misao leave, so I thought I should follow. It was a good thing I did, too." He gave himself a dignified thump on the chest.
Misao couldn't argue: he had saved her after all. She turned around to find Kenshin carrying Kaoru over towards them. She was writhing in Kenshin's arms, about to wake up.
"I'm glad she's safe." Misao breathed in relief.
Kenshin set her down in the small group. "But it's not over." He glanced over in Hiko's direction where the two were still fighting.
The two were becoming wearisome, as their attacks had lost most of their vigor. They still remained slashing at each other, Shishio's attacks more deadly than Hiko's. Every time Shishio struck Hiko, he would leave a gash combined with a burn from the embers of his sword.
It was disgusting how that worked. The fat embedded in the sword from Shishio's victims fueled the fire that arose within the friction between the two swords. All Hiko could do was maneuver around Shishio, not directly inflicting any damage.
The fighters were so indulged that no one noticed the ballroom doors creak open and a group of men entered. At the head were two tall men, one with gravity-defying hair and the other with greasy hair slicked back into a bun.
The group of men divided, dissipating throughout the room, glimpses of steel flashed at their sides. Both Aoshi and Kenshin stiffened as they noticed them, but were relieved when they found Sanosuke strolling towards them.
"Is Jou-chan alright?" He asked, bending down to Kaoru's side. A slender woman closely followed Sanosuke and knelt next to Kaoru as well, a medical kit in hand.
Megumi examined Kaoru and dressed the wound on her neck before checking everyone else in turn.
"Where were you guys?" Yahiko asked incredulously.
Sanosuke sighed. "There was an attack outside by the palace gates. The guard was required to come and help. Saitou was pretty ticked when he realized that he was locked outside of the palace."
"What is he doing?" Misao asked worriedly as she watched Saitou slowly approach Hiko and Shishio.
Sanosuke shrugged. But it was followed by a gasp as Hiko was knocked to the floor, sword skittering across the hall out of his reach.
"This kingdom is mine!" Shishio called, raising his sword above his head to strike Hiko.
"No, it isn't." A voice replied from behind Shishio. Before he could register what was going on, a sword was thrust through Shishio's chest.
Shishio collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide and lifeless.
The hall was dead silent.
Hiko struggled to gain footing on the ground once again, his eyes surveying the grotesque sight that surrounded him. "Clean this up." Hiko ordered Saitou. "Arrest any of the survivors, and check the rest of the palace for any stragglers."
Saitou nodded in compliance and ordered his men to leave the hall. Sanosuke and Megumi remained behind.
Kaoru had awakened and was looking around fretfully. Where was Soujiro? What were two bodies doing in the ballroom? She looked up at Kenshin expectedly, though his head was bowed, bangs shielding his face.
"Kenshin," Kaoru asked softly. His head popped up and he approached her. He knelt down next to Kaoru as she crawled into his arms. "What happened?"
Kenshin sighed. "I'll tell you once things settle down." He promised. Meanwhile, he glanced over at Hiko who had been striding towards them.
"Himura Kenshin," Hiko announced while addressing the crowd, "Will be given Kaoru's hand in marriage for his heroic actions taken place this evening. I would advise the rest of you to return home, and I wish you safety upon your trip. This has been an unfortunate occurrence, though we must all move on. However, Shishio Makato has been defeated, and will no longer poise as a threat to our kingdom."
Scattered cheering throughout the crowd was heard. It was a rather awkward moment for everyone. Not every day would the enemy storm into the castle, capture the stewardess and fight in the midst of a ball. But there must be a first time for everything, and it must be carried with no regrets.
Hiko dismissed the guests as they cautiously exited the palace, each returning home in the their carriages. He had also given leave to Kaoru so that she could stay in the guesthouse until her room was entirely completed.
The group left and retreated to their rooms in the guesthouse. Sanosuke carried Kaoru back to the guesthouse as Kenshin stayed behind with Aoshi. They entered Hiko's study and sat down in the plush chairs. "You will no longer need to spy tonight." Hiko said, drawing a flask of sake to his lips. "And your duties are no longer needed...for now. Though I will grant you permission to remain in the guesthouse for as long as you like, Aoshi. As for Kenshin, I will be readying a room for both you and Kaoru." Kenshin sighed. The night was all too overwhelming. It was official: Kaoru was his fiancé. They were to wed, and he would become Hiko's successor to the throne. He needed time for all of this to sink in. Hiko looked over at Kenshin with absolute understanding. "You should go and rest. It has been a straining day for the both of you." With that, Kenshin and Aoshi left for the guesthouse in silence. ¤¤ Kaoru tossed and turned in her bed. She was back at the guesthouse now, sleeping in her own bed. She had taken a bath when she had returned to the guesthouse, but the hot water did nothing to calm her. She still had no idea what had happened earlier that evening. All that she collected was that Shishio Makato was dead, and that Soujiro had helped him get to her. Though that wasn't like Sou-chan. He had befriended her. Why would he just go ahead and betray her. Was that why he apologized to her right before she was struck on the backside of her head? Kaoru let loose a frustrated sigh and decided to go downstairs and sit in the living room. She stood up and straightened her maroon yukata. It felt as soft as silk and had a low v-neck. She pulled on a translucent vanilla- colored robe overtop that and headed downstairs. The living room was dark, and she didn't feel like turning on any of the lamps. Instead, she plopped down onto one of the chairs, legs curled underneath her and arms folded atop a nearby pillow. She stared off into space, becoming entranced with her own thoughts. She was suddenly jolted out of her own little world when the front door opened and two figures stepped inside. Kaoru vaguely recognized them as Aoshi and Kenshin, but didn't say a word. She watched silently as Aoshi headed up the stairs. Kenshin paused on the first step, his head shifting to the living room. Kaoru caught her breath. Did he see her? Maybe if she didn't move, he would just mistake her to be one large pillow. Too bad Kenshin wasn't that foolish. He made his way silently towards Kaoru, his steps cautious. She knew that he would turn away if she made it clear to him that she wanted to be alone. Kaoru wasn't sure what she wanted. Half of her just wanted to sit there in her own thoughts, to try and sort things out. The other half wanted the company of someone by her side, someone to help her get through the night. Kenshin sat himself warily to Kaoru's left, his eyes never leaving her face. In the dark, Kaoru could make out the soft violet of his eyes as he gazed at her with concern. She stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. It struck her instantly that this man was going to be her husband. That she was actually getting married, going to become queen, and that he would be by her side always. She fell into Kenshin's lap, her head resting against his chest. His arms immediately snaked around her waist and held her tightly. "Kenshin," Kaoru began timidly. Kenshin remained silent, his arms squeezing her slightly to let her know that he was listening. "Will you tell me what happened tonight? I don't understand." Kenshin's head lowered so that his chin was barely resting on her shoulder. His voice was husky and low when he spoke. His answer was blunt. "Shishio broke into the palace tonight during the ball. The guard was at the gates stopping some of Shishio's men from entering. It was a diversion of some sort. Soujiro took you away from the ball and led you to Shishio where he struck you unconscious. That is why you have this." Kenshin's hand reached up and tentatively touched a lump on the back of her head that she remembered Megumi treating earlier. His hand then traced the faint scar of a curved slice across her neck. "Shishio threatened to kill you if we tried to rescue you." Kaoru gulped and snuggled deeper into Kenshin's arms. "Hiko and your uncle stepped forward then. Shishio handed you off to a large man called Usui before challenging Hiko to a fight. Aoshi and your father fought Usui as I went to find Soujiro." Kenshin continued. He felt Kaoru tense in his arms and he paused. "What did Soujiro do?" Kaoru asked. "Did you two fight?" Kaoru felt Kenshin nod against her shoulder. "He was sorry for what he did, you could tell by the way he acted. His emotions were getting to him, and in the end, he lost." Kaoru choked. "You killed him?" "No." Kenshin answered seriously. "He was unconscious and was arrested by Saitou later." Kaoru nodded her head, urging Kenshin to continue. "Your father was hurt fighting against Usui, but I believe he is back with Megumi now. Aoshi killed Usui in the end, and Shishio wad defeated." "Did Hiko kill him?" Kaoru asked curiously. Kenshin shook his head. "Iie, Saitou did. Hiko was thrown to the ground and Saitou stepped in." "Oh. Well, arigatou, Kenshin, for telling me." Kenshin swooped down and gave Kaoru a feathery soft kiss on the cheek. "Of course, koishii." Kaoru's cheeks were on fire at his action and new nickname. She unbeknownst pulled Kenshin's arms tighter around her, burying her head into his chest. She felt Kenshin's chuckle reverberate deep within his chest and she smiled. "Are you going to go back to bed?" Kenshin asked, holding Kaoru gently. He felt Kaoru's head shake against his chest. "Very well," Kenshin said, sliding away from Kaoru's grasp and standing up. Kaoru whimpered at the loss of warmth and grasped Kenshin's sleeve. "Where are you going?" She asked timidly, a faint blush tainting her cheeks. "To clean up." Kenshin said, looking down at Kaoru's worried expression kindly. "You will come back down, won't you?" She asked, cobalt eyes pleading. Kenshin knelt down to Kaoru's side. "Would you like me to?" Kaoru nodded sheepishly. "Very well. I won't be long." Kaoru gave Kenshin a genuine smile. She leaned up on her knees and pressed her lips lightly against his. She went to pull away, but Kenshin kept her there. His touch was gentle, sending shivers up and down Kaoru's spine. Their innocent kiss lasted only a few moments longer before Kenshin pulled away. He rubbed his thumb tenderly across Kaoru's lips before heading upstairs. Kaoru was beaming as she stood up to retrieve a blanket and ready her makeshift bed. The couch wasn't very wide, 'but it will have to do' Kaoru thought with a mischievous smile. Kenshin returned several minutes later. He was dressed only in a hakama, causing butterflies to soar in the pit of Kaoru's stomach. Kaoru stood up and approached Kenshin, her arms sliding around his neck. Their foreheads were pressed together, their eyes sparkling as they stared deeply at each other. "Is that our bed?" Kenshin asked curiously as he glanced at the couch that had a few pillows and a blanket tossed carelessly onto it. Kaoru bit her lip and nodded. Kenshin chuckled and fell on his back onto the couch, pulling Kaoru down on top of him. "Mou!" Kaoru cried, giggling as Kenshin pulled the blankets overtop their form. Kenshin swept up and gave Kaoru an open mouthed kiss on the lips, silencing her. Kaoru slumped down onto his chest, her face burning. She folded her arms around him, head resting in the hollow of his chest. His arms enveloped her around the waist. "Goodnight, koishii." Kenshin said softly. "Goodnight, anata." Kaoru replied tiredly, succumbing to slumber in Kenshin's warmth. "Aishiteru." Kenshin placed a soft kiss in Kaoru's hair, whispering, "Aishiteru, Kaoru." They fell asleep that way in each other's arms. THE END ¤¤ A/N: Wow, I did it. It's over. Finished. Done. Was it good? I hope it was. This was a really hard chapter to write for some reason. Perhaps....if enough people think I should....I would create an epilogue of some sort. Mind you, it would take a while for me to post as I won't be home for a bit, but I'd do it. That gives you two weeks to make up your mind. Also, I have this new crazy idea for a future fanfic. It would be AU, present time, and may be a dark fic. Keep an eye out for it if you think it may be worth your time.
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Some special notes:
Hiei's.punk.rocker.girl- 'treach-er-eee' awesome word, lol. I love your reviews, they are soo much fun to read! And of course I'm faithful to Kenshin, lol. Faithful...what a wonderful word. Say it with me, 'faith- ful'...uh, there's not much you can do to spell/sound that word out then what's already there.
XxSilentxDreamerxX – the cherry on top was very good thank you! Lol.
Victoria- wow, many ppl despise cliff hangers. Hopefully that was enough fluff. I'm sure if there is another chappie, I would get more creative...maybe...but no lemon.
Kik-ting- kamatari was pinned to the wall, so I just left her that way, lol. Maybe I should've done a little more with that as well as with Yahiko. I just had him being all around nosy and had him following Misao everywhere. Hope you enjoyed the last chapter!!
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Ja ne!
mystic song
Warning: The fight scene below is nothing like the fight scene you will read in the manga or see in the television series. I took the fight into my own hands, and if you don't like it, don't flame me cause I warned you.
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A Love for One Hated
By: Mystic Song
Chapter 16: The Final Battle
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"KENSHIN!" Kaoru shrieked before her world turned black.
Kenshin's head snapped up as he heard the all to familiar voice of Kaoru call his name. He froze mid-step, turning rueful eyes towards the door where a dark silhouette could be seen. It stepped forward; leering red eyes penetrated the shadows. When the figure stepped into the flooding light of the ballroom, the audience gave a collective gasp. There stood a man covered in bandages, dark hair toppling over his face, framing his red eyes.
"Shishio." Kenshin growled, stepping forward through the backing crowd towards Shishio Makato. Aoshi, Kenshin found, had already made his way to the doorway, pushing his trench coat back to take out a pair of twin kodachis.
"Don't take another step." Shishio warned, his words piercing and voice low. He tugged an unconscious girl tighter into his grasp, her ebony hair falling out of its taut bun and her elegant kimono becoming disheveled as the obi loosened.
"Kaoru," Kenshin croaked as his eyes fell upon her. A trickle of blood curled around Kaoru's neck: sliding into the folds of her kimono.
Shishio's eyes gleamed malevolently as he observed the crowd's reaction, noticing Kenshin's reaction in particular. In the blink of an eye, he unsheathed his sword and placed it at Kaoru's neck, a spark emitting from the friction. He flicked his eyes over in Soujiro's direction and gave him an appreciative nod. "You did your job well, Soujiro."
Soujiro bowed obediently and backed away into the shadows.
A deep growl was emitted from Kenshin's throat as he lunged forward in blind rage towards Soujiro. "That betraying bastard." He ground out.
Shishio's grip on the hilt tightened as he caressed Kaoru's neck with the blade, drawing more blood to dribble down her neck. "One more step," Shishio warned, "And I just may lose my grip on this sword, causing it to slip."
Kenshin paused, glancing in Kaoru's direction. Her head lolled to one side, though she looked as if to be in no pain. Kenshin relaxed a little at that. Though his muscles were too tense, his heart constricting at the thought of Kaoru being murdered.
Struggling was heard behind Shishio before two bodies were hurtled out of the dark and into the ballroom. A familiar girl with a long black braid and a boy with tousled brown hair collided together to the ground. The girl's arms were wrapped tightly around the boy's waist as they skidded together across the ground.
Behind the two a large, looming figure stepped to Shishio's side. His arms folded and eyes blank. This man was blind.
"Aah, Uonuma Usui, you've joined us." Shishio commented lamely.
Aoshi knelt down immediately, arms open wide to embrace the two people. He grunted when they came in contact, though clutched the girl for dear life.
"Misao," he whispered hesitantly.
Emerald eyes peeked from eyelids that were clutched shut. "Aoshi?"
Aoshi gave a sigh of relief and curled Misao onto his lap, looking wearily at the boy that was struggling to stand.
"Yahiko." Aoshi warned, beckoning for Yahiko to sit down.
Yahiko disregarded the older man and stared long and hard at Shishio. "Don't hurt Kaoru." He said, his voice about to crack from tears.
Shishio's head flew back as he let loose a string of ghastly laughs. "Boy!" Shishio called, "There is no use in telling me what to do, or to undo what I've already done!"
Yahiko's hands fisted and un-fisted, a lone tear streaming down his face. Kenshin stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Yahiko's shoulder. Yahiko let it rest there, deciding not to comment any more.
"You will let Kamiya Kaoru go." A demanding voice called from within the fray. The crowd parted immediately as a tall man with a billowing cape and intimidating eyes stepped forward, a second stern man with black hair and cold blue eyes that Kenshin recognized as Kamiya-san followed closely behind him.
"What a pleasure," Shishio drawled, "To have Lord Seijuro in our midst." He gave a mock bow.
Hiko growled. "What is it you want, Makato?" Hiko stated more than questioned.
Shishio lowered his sword, handing Kaoru carelessly over to the blind beast called Uonuma Usui. "A fight for the proper ruler of this country. A fight to the death."
Hiko arched an eyebrow at Shishio's words and took a curious step forward. "You are a rebel, Shishio. You have no right to be in this land, let alone my palace."
"But I have followers, Hiko. People that will obey me. And if they don't..." a sinister sneer spread across Shishio's face. "I will make them."
A scowl marred Hiko's features. "That is no way to rule a country."
Shishio's chin rose in arrogance. "You have no right to tell me what to do." He lowered into a fighting stance, feet spreading and sword raised. "Enough talking, let our swords do the rest."
Hiko gave an approving grunt before drawing his own sword from his hilt hidden within his cape.
And the fight commenced.
The two rushed at each other with equal force and speed, their swords clashing loudly. Sparks flew as their swords grinded together, each trying to gain the advantage. Hiko pulled away before charging just as quickly as his retreat. He took an extra step forward with a simple thrust as Shishio easily blocked it with a side step.
Their movements were fast and precise, too complicated for the simple eye. Though Kenshin watched in fascination at his master and his precise movements. He let his eyes wander from the fight to the tall, dark man lurking in the doorway that was holding Kaoru captive. Kenshin's eyes darkened to molten amber as he stalked forward. A hand reached out and tugged at his gi. Kenshin swerved around to meet Aoshi.
"You're forgetting something." Aoshi commented, pulling out Kenshin's sakabatou that was concealed within Aoshi's trench coat.
Kenshin bowed his head in gratitude. "Arigatou." He turned to face the man that was possessively holding Kaoru, his blank eyes narrowed and his ears pricked. "Aoshi," Kenshin inquired softly, "Go after Uonuma Usui and save Kaoru. I'll go find the bastard who betrayed her." Aoshi nodded and strode towards Usui as Kenshin passed out of the ballroom.
Amber eyes swept the hall, red hair glinting in the dim light. "Seta Soujiro." Kenshin called, his voice hissed between clenched teeth.
A young man stepped forward, his face bowed. "Hai, I'm here."
"Why did you betray Kaoru?" Kenshin growled.
Soujiro's face rose somberly, and for the first time, there was no smile upon his face. "I was taught by Shishio-sama. He took me in when nobody else did. He taught me..." he trailed off and a wistful look crossed his eyes. "He taught me that the strong live, and the weak die."
Kenshin was about to object when Soujiro held up a hand to silence him. "That's why we're here, you know. Shishio-sama wants to prove himself as the strongest, that he alone holds that title. So we came here, and I had to infiltrate the guard. But then I met Kao-chan." Soujiro's smile returned, though it was remorseful. "I have never met someone so understanding as she. She doesn't deserve this..."
"Then why did you do it?" Kenshin spat. The grip on his hilt tightened in impatience.
"For Shishio-sama." Soujiro chanted, as though it was his sanctuary. "For Shishio-sama!" Soujiro cried again, launching forward with unmatched speed. He was the tenken, after all.
Kenshin's sakabato sprang from it sheath as he countered Soujiro's katana. "Is this what you believe, Soujiro?" Kenshin challenged.
Tears seemed to brim in Soujiro's eyes as he launched forward again. His feet padding lightly on the ground as he circled Kenshin. His movements were invisible, even to Kenshin. His speed was nothing but consummate.
"The strong live! The weak die! That is what he taught me!" Soujiro cried as he ran.
The cry gave Kenshin just enough warning to counteract Soujiro's attack. Though the force was strong, sending Kenshin several feet back.
"What is taught is not always true." Kenshin reasoned. "The weak do not always die as the strong do not always survive."
Soujiro tapped his foot on the ground, this time somewhat impatiently, before launching. His speed even faster than before. "But that's what Shishio-sama said!"
Kenshin sped forward with an attack of his own. His sword placed in his sheath as his dashed forward, planning to attack head on with Soujiro. He could see the blur that was Soujiro land firmly on the ground, propelling him forward with his sword drawn.
Kenshin took that extra step, with his left foot, and with silent fury, unsheathed his sword to strike.
The two fell away almost instantly. They stood that way, backs facing each other, until one crumbled.
Soujiro gave out a weak cry as he toppled to the ground and landed with a thud. Kenshin turned to face the younger man compassionately.
"Maybe it's not bad." Soujiro commented more to himself than to Kenshin. "To be weak..." he trailed off, fainting at the extremities of his wound.
Kenshin braced himself with his hands upon his knees, drawing in deep breaths. He slowly exited the hall, leaving Soujiro's unconscious body behind him. He left just in time to see Aoshi sprint towards Usui, kodachis in hand. Kaoru was slumping against the back wall behind Usui.
Usui reacted with equal force. He took a step forward, the force shaking the hall, his hand raised, holding a large sword in his grasp. He slashed downward when Aoshi came into range. Apparently Usui's blindness did not render him weakness.
He could detect every ripple of muscle, and every evenly drawn breath. His hearing was acute, more tuned than any other ear. Even a ninja's stealth could not sneak by him unnoticed. Though Aoshi tried, he was blocked every way. That was until a second man stepped forward, his arms holding a sword somewhat feebly.
"Kamiya-san," Kenshin breathed in disbelief.
Kamiya jogged towards Usui, his cold eyes displaying his determination. He was a stubborn man, Kenshin recollected. Usui was distracted just enough to easily block Kamiya's attack, sending Kamiya flying back towards the crowd. Though he didn't notice the two steely bites until it was too late.
The two main arteries on Usui's neck had been sliced by Aoshi's twin kodachis. Usui slid down the back wall, Kaoru slumping by his side. Aoshi effortlessly discharged the blood on his swords with a simple flick of the wrist before re-sheathing them. He twisted on his heal and stalked off towards Misao, who was sitting by Yahiko, her mouth agape.
"He was an amazing fighter." Misao whispered, steadying herself on her feet.
Aoshi nodded in agreement. Misao hesitantly approached Aoshi and fell into his arms. Aoshi cradled her against his chest, the trench coat enveloping the two. "Why did you leave the guesthouse?"
Misao's voice was muffled by his shirt. "I just wanted to see the ball. But the doors were locked. So I snuck in."
"Why did you bring Yahiko?" Aoshi questioned. There was no use in berating Misao since that was her usual curious self. But to bring Yahiko with her as well was a danger.
Misao shrugged.
Aoshi sighed, releasing Misao as he approached Yahiko. "Why did you come here?"
Yahiko gave a slight shrug. "I saw Misao leave, so I thought I should follow. It was a good thing I did, too." He gave himself a dignified thump on the chest.
Misao couldn't argue: he had saved her after all. She turned around to find Kenshin carrying Kaoru over towards them. She was writhing in Kenshin's arms, about to wake up.
"I'm glad she's safe." Misao breathed in relief.
Kenshin set her down in the small group. "But it's not over." He glanced over in Hiko's direction where the two were still fighting.
The two were becoming wearisome, as their attacks had lost most of their vigor. They still remained slashing at each other, Shishio's attacks more deadly than Hiko's. Every time Shishio struck Hiko, he would leave a gash combined with a burn from the embers of his sword.
It was disgusting how that worked. The fat embedded in the sword from Shishio's victims fueled the fire that arose within the friction between the two swords. All Hiko could do was maneuver around Shishio, not directly inflicting any damage.
The fighters were so indulged that no one noticed the ballroom doors creak open and a group of men entered. At the head were two tall men, one with gravity-defying hair and the other with greasy hair slicked back into a bun.
The group of men divided, dissipating throughout the room, glimpses of steel flashed at their sides. Both Aoshi and Kenshin stiffened as they noticed them, but were relieved when they found Sanosuke strolling towards them.
"Is Jou-chan alright?" He asked, bending down to Kaoru's side. A slender woman closely followed Sanosuke and knelt next to Kaoru as well, a medical kit in hand.
Megumi examined Kaoru and dressed the wound on her neck before checking everyone else in turn.
"Where were you guys?" Yahiko asked incredulously.
Sanosuke sighed. "There was an attack outside by the palace gates. The guard was required to come and help. Saitou was pretty ticked when he realized that he was locked outside of the palace."
"What is he doing?" Misao asked worriedly as she watched Saitou slowly approach Hiko and Shishio.
Sanosuke shrugged. But it was followed by a gasp as Hiko was knocked to the floor, sword skittering across the hall out of his reach.
"This kingdom is mine!" Shishio called, raising his sword above his head to strike Hiko.
"No, it isn't." A voice replied from behind Shishio. Before he could register what was going on, a sword was thrust through Shishio's chest.
Shishio collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide and lifeless.
The hall was dead silent.
Hiko struggled to gain footing on the ground once again, his eyes surveying the grotesque sight that surrounded him. "Clean this up." Hiko ordered Saitou. "Arrest any of the survivors, and check the rest of the palace for any stragglers."
Saitou nodded in compliance and ordered his men to leave the hall. Sanosuke and Megumi remained behind.
Kaoru had awakened and was looking around fretfully. Where was Soujiro? What were two bodies doing in the ballroom? She looked up at Kenshin expectedly, though his head was bowed, bangs shielding his face.
"Kenshin," Kaoru asked softly. His head popped up and he approached her. He knelt down next to Kaoru as she crawled into his arms. "What happened?"
Kenshin sighed. "I'll tell you once things settle down." He promised. Meanwhile, he glanced over at Hiko who had been striding towards them.
"Himura Kenshin," Hiko announced while addressing the crowd, "Will be given Kaoru's hand in marriage for his heroic actions taken place this evening. I would advise the rest of you to return home, and I wish you safety upon your trip. This has been an unfortunate occurrence, though we must all move on. However, Shishio Makato has been defeated, and will no longer poise as a threat to our kingdom."
Scattered cheering throughout the crowd was heard. It was a rather awkward moment for everyone. Not every day would the enemy storm into the castle, capture the stewardess and fight in the midst of a ball. But there must be a first time for everything, and it must be carried with no regrets.
Hiko dismissed the guests as they cautiously exited the palace, each returning home in the their carriages. He had also given leave to Kaoru so that she could stay in the guesthouse until her room was entirely completed.
The group left and retreated to their rooms in the guesthouse. Sanosuke carried Kaoru back to the guesthouse as Kenshin stayed behind with Aoshi. They entered Hiko's study and sat down in the plush chairs. "You will no longer need to spy tonight." Hiko said, drawing a flask of sake to his lips. "And your duties are no longer needed...for now. Though I will grant you permission to remain in the guesthouse for as long as you like, Aoshi. As for Kenshin, I will be readying a room for both you and Kaoru." Kenshin sighed. The night was all too overwhelming. It was official: Kaoru was his fiancé. They were to wed, and he would become Hiko's successor to the throne. He needed time for all of this to sink in. Hiko looked over at Kenshin with absolute understanding. "You should go and rest. It has been a straining day for the both of you." With that, Kenshin and Aoshi left for the guesthouse in silence. ¤¤ Kaoru tossed and turned in her bed. She was back at the guesthouse now, sleeping in her own bed. She had taken a bath when she had returned to the guesthouse, but the hot water did nothing to calm her. She still had no idea what had happened earlier that evening. All that she collected was that Shishio Makato was dead, and that Soujiro had helped him get to her. Though that wasn't like Sou-chan. He had befriended her. Why would he just go ahead and betray her. Was that why he apologized to her right before she was struck on the backside of her head? Kaoru let loose a frustrated sigh and decided to go downstairs and sit in the living room. She stood up and straightened her maroon yukata. It felt as soft as silk and had a low v-neck. She pulled on a translucent vanilla- colored robe overtop that and headed downstairs. The living room was dark, and she didn't feel like turning on any of the lamps. Instead, she plopped down onto one of the chairs, legs curled underneath her and arms folded atop a nearby pillow. She stared off into space, becoming entranced with her own thoughts. She was suddenly jolted out of her own little world when the front door opened and two figures stepped inside. Kaoru vaguely recognized them as Aoshi and Kenshin, but didn't say a word. She watched silently as Aoshi headed up the stairs. Kenshin paused on the first step, his head shifting to the living room. Kaoru caught her breath. Did he see her? Maybe if she didn't move, he would just mistake her to be one large pillow. Too bad Kenshin wasn't that foolish. He made his way silently towards Kaoru, his steps cautious. She knew that he would turn away if she made it clear to him that she wanted to be alone. Kaoru wasn't sure what she wanted. Half of her just wanted to sit there in her own thoughts, to try and sort things out. The other half wanted the company of someone by her side, someone to help her get through the night. Kenshin sat himself warily to Kaoru's left, his eyes never leaving her face. In the dark, Kaoru could make out the soft violet of his eyes as he gazed at her with concern. She stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. It struck her instantly that this man was going to be her husband. That she was actually getting married, going to become queen, and that he would be by her side always. She fell into Kenshin's lap, her head resting against his chest. His arms immediately snaked around her waist and held her tightly. "Kenshin," Kaoru began timidly. Kenshin remained silent, his arms squeezing her slightly to let her know that he was listening. "Will you tell me what happened tonight? I don't understand." Kenshin's head lowered so that his chin was barely resting on her shoulder. His voice was husky and low when he spoke. His answer was blunt. "Shishio broke into the palace tonight during the ball. The guard was at the gates stopping some of Shishio's men from entering. It was a diversion of some sort. Soujiro took you away from the ball and led you to Shishio where he struck you unconscious. That is why you have this." Kenshin's hand reached up and tentatively touched a lump on the back of her head that she remembered Megumi treating earlier. His hand then traced the faint scar of a curved slice across her neck. "Shishio threatened to kill you if we tried to rescue you." Kaoru gulped and snuggled deeper into Kenshin's arms. "Hiko and your uncle stepped forward then. Shishio handed you off to a large man called Usui before challenging Hiko to a fight. Aoshi and your father fought Usui as I went to find Soujiro." Kenshin continued. He felt Kaoru tense in his arms and he paused. "What did Soujiro do?" Kaoru asked. "Did you two fight?" Kaoru felt Kenshin nod against her shoulder. "He was sorry for what he did, you could tell by the way he acted. His emotions were getting to him, and in the end, he lost." Kaoru choked. "You killed him?" "No." Kenshin answered seriously. "He was unconscious and was arrested by Saitou later." Kaoru nodded her head, urging Kenshin to continue. "Your father was hurt fighting against Usui, but I believe he is back with Megumi now. Aoshi killed Usui in the end, and Shishio wad defeated." "Did Hiko kill him?" Kaoru asked curiously. Kenshin shook his head. "Iie, Saitou did. Hiko was thrown to the ground and Saitou stepped in." "Oh. Well, arigatou, Kenshin, for telling me." Kenshin swooped down and gave Kaoru a feathery soft kiss on the cheek. "Of course, koishii." Kaoru's cheeks were on fire at his action and new nickname. She unbeknownst pulled Kenshin's arms tighter around her, burying her head into his chest. She felt Kenshin's chuckle reverberate deep within his chest and she smiled. "Are you going to go back to bed?" Kenshin asked, holding Kaoru gently. He felt Kaoru's head shake against his chest. "Very well," Kenshin said, sliding away from Kaoru's grasp and standing up. Kaoru whimpered at the loss of warmth and grasped Kenshin's sleeve. "Where are you going?" She asked timidly, a faint blush tainting her cheeks. "To clean up." Kenshin said, looking down at Kaoru's worried expression kindly. "You will come back down, won't you?" She asked, cobalt eyes pleading. Kenshin knelt down to Kaoru's side. "Would you like me to?" Kaoru nodded sheepishly. "Very well. I won't be long." Kaoru gave Kenshin a genuine smile. She leaned up on her knees and pressed her lips lightly against his. She went to pull away, but Kenshin kept her there. His touch was gentle, sending shivers up and down Kaoru's spine. Their innocent kiss lasted only a few moments longer before Kenshin pulled away. He rubbed his thumb tenderly across Kaoru's lips before heading upstairs. Kaoru was beaming as she stood up to retrieve a blanket and ready her makeshift bed. The couch wasn't very wide, 'but it will have to do' Kaoru thought with a mischievous smile. Kenshin returned several minutes later. He was dressed only in a hakama, causing butterflies to soar in the pit of Kaoru's stomach. Kaoru stood up and approached Kenshin, her arms sliding around his neck. Their foreheads were pressed together, their eyes sparkling as they stared deeply at each other. "Is that our bed?" Kenshin asked curiously as he glanced at the couch that had a few pillows and a blanket tossed carelessly onto it. Kaoru bit her lip and nodded. Kenshin chuckled and fell on his back onto the couch, pulling Kaoru down on top of him. "Mou!" Kaoru cried, giggling as Kenshin pulled the blankets overtop their form. Kenshin swept up and gave Kaoru an open mouthed kiss on the lips, silencing her. Kaoru slumped down onto his chest, her face burning. She folded her arms around him, head resting in the hollow of his chest. His arms enveloped her around the waist. "Goodnight, koishii." Kenshin said softly. "Goodnight, anata." Kaoru replied tiredly, succumbing to slumber in Kenshin's warmth. "Aishiteru." Kenshin placed a soft kiss in Kaoru's hair, whispering, "Aishiteru, Kaoru." They fell asleep that way in each other's arms. THE END ¤¤ A/N: Wow, I did it. It's over. Finished. Done. Was it good? I hope it was. This was a really hard chapter to write for some reason. Perhaps....if enough people think I should....I would create an epilogue of some sort. Mind you, it would take a while for me to post as I won't be home for a bit, but I'd do it. That gives you two weeks to make up your mind. Also, I have this new crazy idea for a future fanfic. It would be AU, present time, and may be a dark fic. Keep an eye out for it if you think it may be worth your time.
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Some special notes:
Hiei's.punk.rocker.girl- 'treach-er-eee' awesome word, lol. I love your reviews, they are soo much fun to read! And of course I'm faithful to Kenshin, lol. Faithful...what a wonderful word. Say it with me, 'faith- ful'...uh, there's not much you can do to spell/sound that word out then what's already there.
XxSilentxDreamerxX – the cherry on top was very good thank you! Lol.
Victoria- wow, many ppl despise cliff hangers. Hopefully that was enough fluff. I'm sure if there is another chappie, I would get more creative...maybe...but no lemon.
Kik-ting- kamatari was pinned to the wall, so I just left her that way, lol. Maybe I should've done a little more with that as well as with Yahiko. I just had him being all around nosy and had him following Misao everywhere. Hope you enjoyed the last chapter!!
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