Disclaimer: Perversion I have, Ruroni Kenshin I don't.











Confessions of a Dangerous Hairstyle:

A Ruroni Kenshin Fan Fiction

by

C M Forde









Sano sprinted forward, naked chest gleaming wet over taut muscles and he ran. Bare feet slammed heavy down in a massive leap and then he catapulted upwards with a blaring yell of victory. He soared through the air like a majestic eagle, arms outstretched to either side, and then with a resounding crash he came down into the water flat on his stomach, knocking all of the breath out of him. "His prone body slowly floated to the surface of the pool and Misao clapped for him, "That was the best belly-flop I've seen all day!"

The public pool, with its steaming cement and small umbrella covered tables was the perfect place for Sano to celebrate his victory over Saitou. It was the place where dreams came alive for the young man, where magic could happen. Plus there were lots of hotties in practically nothing. After dealing with the immense pain of slamming into the water on his stomach from the high dive, Sano pulled his head above water and checked his hair. Absolutely perfect he had to say, not a strand out of place. He spun around in the water and waved to his girlfriend, who waved back happily. Sano grinned, that was the main reason he had wanted to come here. Misao had the tiniest little black bikini, it was like a second skin, and she filled it out just about perfectly. So what if she wasn't as gifted in the chest department as say...Karou? And her butt more than made up for it, the little wedgie riding up that gave a picture perfect view of, "Sano, quit staring at my ass!"

Before he could make up a half assed excuse or a perverted remark, his thought processes were interrupted by a screamed, "Cannonball!" Sano barely had time to look up before the girth of a three hundred and thirty pound forty year old man in a speedo came crashing down directly onto his face. After a few moments Sano was able to free his head from those gigantic cheeks and climbed out of the pool gasping for breath and looking very green.

Misao sat down on her towel and laughed at him, "Serves you right pervo." The highschooler looked around herself for a moment before asking, "Hey, where are Kenshin and Karou? They were right behind us when we came in."

Sano smirked and laid down next to her, "Those two? They went into the women's changing room right behind you, didn't you notice them?"

She blanched, "Both of them? Kenshin would never do something like that!" She glanced around herself again and pulled her arms up close, seeming to be modest in her swimsuit for the first time, "Do you think he saw me changing?"

"Down to bare butt and silky skin I'd say. Lucky bastard." He spent the next few moments nursing a sore jaw. "Jesus, you hit like a man! I was kidding Misao, you know Ken, he'd never go around spying on naked ladies, it's not his way. And besides, Karou's got his balls in a vice grip that she doesn't plan on letting go of."

She sighed, "Yeah, you're right. But still, I wonder what's taking them so long in getting out."

"The little man's got more stamina than I gave him credit for."



"Karou, I shouldn't be in here. What if someone catches me?" She yanked the little redheaded man up closer to her, pressing her back up against the inside of the locker.

"Don't worry about it, as long as you keep that shirt on no one will know you're a man. They'll just think you're a little flat chested girl."

"But Karou, what if they you? I mean, what if they see us? Won't they know?"

She groaned, "Then they'll just think we're lesbians." And before he could ask anymore aggravating questions she pulled him up next to her and planted her lips upon his. Despite his former protests and frustratingly logical arguments, Kenshin seemed pretty willing. She loved that about him, he'd always try to do what's right, but the second you get him doing something wrong he was like a crazy wild man. And his eyes, she couldn't explain it, but they turned gold when he got like this, it was so hot. Their tongues tangled together almost violently, he was such a good kisser, he had this technique, where he spiraled his tongue somehow, it was great. It was even better when he did it- WHAM! "Ow!" He head had slammed back into the locker's back wall, maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.

It was a full sized locker, a good six feet high, and Karou had gotten the great idea to stick herself in so that if anyone walked by they'd think Kenshin was just digging through his locker. It was a plan of genius, but it was a little more crowded in here than she had originally thought. Oh well, no better solutions at the moment right? After her exclamation of pain, Kenshin's lips had left hers, but they didn't return like she had expected them to. Instead the pressed down against her neck and she had to suppress letting out a squeal, she loved it when he did that, especially when he sucked on it just a little. His hands moved over her body fluidly, rubbing up against her bare skin one moment, then the thin fabric of her one piece the next. His fingers trailed slowly up her leg, barely caressing her inner thigh in a way that made her want to scream. He was such a tease sometimes. His fingers continued their slow ascent, moving ever higher and coming closer and closer to their goal. "Hurry Kenshin, I can't take it..."

"Oro?"

"ORO?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ORO?! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING 'ORO' ME RIGHT NOW!!!" That's when she noticed the large hand around her pookie's neck. "Huh?" Before she could react Kenshin was yanked away from her and the locker door was slammed closed, locking her inside. "Kenshin!" Her fists beat against the door but it did no good, all she could do was watch through the three little slits on the door as Kenshin was hit over the head with a blunt object and dragged unconscious from her view. "KENSHIN!!!" A small folded piece of paper was shoved through one of the slits and then it was empty again, there was no one outside the locker. She could barely breathe, something terrible had just happened, her boyfriend had been kidnaped right in front of her and she hadn't been able to do anything about it. With a gasping of breath she looked down at the piece of paper and managed to pick it up despite the cramped space in the locker. It was addressed to Sagara Sanosuke.



Misao had just left to go check on Kenshin and Karou, leaving Sano to sit back next to the pool and soak up the sun. It sure was a nice day, the sun shining down, and all the pretty girls wearing bathing suits that clung like second skins where the first skin wasn't just showing anyway. Sano loved the pool. As he was checking out everything something dark in the water caught his eye. A flowing form of inky black just beneath the surface. "Eh?" Sano's eyes tracked to the form as it moved up next to the side of the pool.

What emerged from the water first were a pair of hands that pressed against the concrete, lifting a stunning figure from the water. Blue eyes that seemed to shine like priceless sapphires, and warm inviting lips that begged to be kissed. Sano swallowed quite hard as a long slender leg stretched up and planted itself to lift her completely out of the pool. The body was perfect in the tiny string bikini, round full breasts, flat stomach with the tiniest indentation of a navel, and hips that aroused passions that were slightly hard to conceal in his swimming trunks. But that wasn't what drew most of his attention. It was the midnight mane that cascaded around the woman's shoulders, the water pouring off of it in a thousand tiny waterfalls that ended up pooling down at her feet. And it seemed completely untouched by the water, holding its shape despite the weight of the fluids on it, a simple straight cut that was so hard to pull off so perfectly. "Stare much?"

Sano jumped when she spoke and blushed despite himself, she even had the most enchanting voice he had ever heard, not high pitched with undertones of impending violence like Misao's, but deep and sultry, the voice of a woman who had experience under her thong. Was that a thong? He couldn't quite tell form this angle. Without hesitation he stood up and offered his hand to her with his most charming smile, "Hi there, I'm Sagara Sanosuke, but you can call me Sano. You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen."

She took a slight glance at his hand, then back at his face, and then to his hair. "I really wish I could say the same Sagara Sanosuke. Or should I just call you Rooster Head?"

Sano's face hardened, his eyebrows coming together as his outstretched hand turned to a pointing finger which he poked her in the chest with, "Hey don't get all superior on me lady! I was just being friendly!" The woman's eyes narrowed quite visibly and Sano froze before slowly glancing down. He had the forefinger of his right hand buried deep between the mounds of her breasts and he turned a bright red. It was so soft and warm in there. And then he felt the stinging sensation of a slap across his cheek and he very wisely removed his finger from its happy home.

The woman frowned and crossed her arms under her breasts, "That's the only warning you're going to get Rooster Head." Then her lips crossed up into a slight smile and she glanced over his shoulder, "It looks like someone wants your attention."

Sano turned his head just in time for his other cheek to be gifted with the same stinging sensation his other one had been presented with. "Oww! What the hell? I aughta kick your....oh."

Misao did not look happy, "Who the fuck is this?! Your other girlfriend?!" Before he could explain his nose was smashed in by a tiny fist and he went backwards into the water with a hefty splash. Somehow, everything was going wrong. He had met a beautiful woman he wanted to talk to, and had gotten hit, hard. And then, after being completely innocent of any wrong doing, his girlfriend had shown up and he had gotten hit, hard. He watched from the bottom of the pool as both women peered down into the depths after him, Misao seemed to be talking animatedly with the other woman, who was taking the young woman's rants in stride. Then a body broke the water above him and he saw the woman coming towards him, like some kind of angel coming after him.

She really was beautiful. Sure Misao was hot, but this girl was almost infinitely more alluring. In the way that only a mature woman could be, and on the plus side he wouldn't be getting arrested for dating her either. He smiled slightly as she encompassed him in her arms, pressing him up against her body and then turning him in the water. He must've been wrong about her, she really did like him. Hell, he'd let her call him Rooster Head if she wanted, that was just fine with him. Then his head broke water and he felt himself being hauled out of the water and laid flat on his back. He could see her over him, and felt her hands on his chest. Was she going to do something right now? In front of all of these people? She really was kinky. Then there was a sharp pressure on his chest and he coughed loudly, not to mention quite painfully. Water shot out from his throat and he gagged, rolling over onto his hands and knees with a groan. The next thing he knew he felt a slam against his rib cage and hacked up more water. The woman seemed irritated, "What are you doing?"

Then Misao, "I'm helping!"

"You don't help by kicking him in the ribs!"

"Look, he's feeling better!"

Sano groaned again and turned his head to look over at Misao, "Yeah, I'm just peachy..." He grumbled and got a stern look from the younger girl. But he crawled to his feet and shook out his hair, which immediately returned to its normal shape. "The next time you want to try and drown me just hold my head underwater. I'd appreciate it more than getting knocked half unconscious." She continued scowling at him and the other woman put a hand on his shoulder.

"Rooster Head, I think you owe me a thank you."

He frowned and spun around, knocking her hand from his shoulder, "Yeah, thanks lady." God she was beautiful, if only she could get a personality that didn't suck so much. "Now you wanna back off so my girlfriend doesn't beat me into a coma? Or do you think it's funny watching a grown man get hit?"

She frowned and crossed her arms again, "Well you're about the most ungrateful person I've ever met." She turned around and for the love of God yes it was a thong. "You owe me your life Rooster Head, and I'm not going to forget it." Sano tried very very hard to scowl as she walked away, but he just couldn't, she had this wiggle when she walked that made him forget why he had been mad at her. And all of that confidence she had, it was like nothing in the world could touch her, and that just made him want to even more. Then he felt a crack against the back of his head and he spun around.

"What the hell was that for Misao?!"

She had her hands on her hips and glared at him, "I saw you looking at her ass!"

"Oh this is just great! I can't look at your ass! I can't look at anyone else's ass! Who's ass am I supposed to look at?!"

Whatever retort she was about to scream was stopped as Karou came running towards them, waving her hands. She wasn't even wearing her swimsuit, what had she been doing in that changing room for so long? No, that wasn't the question, the question was where had Kenshin gone off to? Those two were never separated. Misao turned as her best friend came up, "Karou, what's the matter? Where's Kenshin?"

"He's been kidnaped!" If she had said anything else Sano probably could have taken it, but as it was, he just didn't understand it.

He shook his head, "Why would anyone kidnap Kenshin?"

Karou seemed a bit panicked, not that he could really blame her though. "I don't know, they just..." She took a breath and Sano finally noticed the tears running down her cheeks, glistening in her eyes. His heart jumped up in his chest and he felt like encompassing her in his arms. He hadn't known her for very long, Misao had introduced them a few months ago, but he had grown really close to her. Despite her temper she was one of the most caring people he had ever met, and every time he was at her house she fed him. Or rather, she had Kenshin feed him, he had tried her cooking once and spent the rest of the afternoon in the bathroom. "They just grabbed him and and..." The tiny girl collapsed into Misao's arms bawling her eyes out and Sano immediately felt guilty. He couldn't explain it, but whenever a girl cried he always felt like it was his fault. Probably because most times it was.

Misao comforted her with a worried look on her face, "Karou, tell us what happened. Just calm down." Karou reached into her shirt and produced a small piece of paper, holding it out to Misao with more than a few sobs. The other girl took it, checked it over once and then held it out to Sano, "It's addressed to you."

He frowned and took the piece of paper, unfolding it. He read it over once, his frown increasing quite a bit. Then he crumpled it in his fist and shot a glance at Misao, "Calm her down, we're leaving." He started heading towards the exit, anger and confidence in every movement he made.

"Wait, what's happened? Tell me!" Misao called after him, and he turned around with a ferocity in his eyes that scared her.

"Someone heard about my duel with The Black Wolf. Kenshin's been kidnaped by a group that calls themselves the Juppon-Gatana. They want me to join up with them to take over the salon industry in Kyoto."

"What?! That's insane!"

Sano nodded and cracked his knuckles, "Yeah, and it's gonna take an insane man to stop them. So this looks like a job for me."

Misao smiled a little, she always liked it when he went into hero mode, "Do you think you can do it?"

"Not alone, but don't worry. I've got an idea of where I can find some help."









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Author's Note: Kenshin is kidnaped! Karou is crying! A plot for salon domination is in the works! It won't be an easy task for Sagara Sanosuke, can he do it? Next time: A new stylist is revealed! The Juppon-Gatana makes its presence known by sending in its first agent! Who does Sano have in mind to assist him in his quest to rescue Kenshin? Will Karou stop crying? Will Misao be able to control her temper long enough for Sano to finish a complete sentence? What is the fate of Kenshin? Will the mysterious woman ever tell Sano her name? And what the hell is with calling him a Rooster Head anyway? Find out next time in part four: Stoic Stylist!