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Confessions of a Dangerous Hairstyle:

A Ruroni Kenshin Fan-Fiction

by

C M Forde











"Shinta, are you feeling alright? Do you need some water?"

"What's the matter Shinta? You look terrible."

"I bet I know what could cheer him up. How about a little?" The short haired one was very annoying, always rubbing her ass in his lap, even when he was barely conscious enough to know what was going on. This Juppon-Gatana had kept him drugged and beaten so long he couldn't even tell how long he had been in their care. A day? A week? Longer? Kenshin just chose to ignore the woman grinding herself against him, this was hell. He only hoped Karou was okay.

"Kamatari, get off him, we don't have time for this." This voice gave Kenshin pause, it was Chou again, he always seemed to show up with that man behind him, the one covered in bandages, the one with the smile that still haunted his dreams. Makoto Shishio, the self proclaimed Battousai. Chou stepped forward, grabbing Kenshin by the collar of the tee shirt they had given him, a mockery. I heart Glosgow. "C'mon Shinta, you've got to be ready. You're the star of the show." A sharp pain struck out against Kenshin's cheek as Chou backhanded him, "There, just the right amount of pathetic."



"What do you want Saitou? Back for round two?" Sano's fist was clenched with white knuckles, if The Black Wolf Stylist wanted a rematch he'd get one, and he'd get beat down just as bad as he had last time. But the man with the impossible bangs didn't answer, he just stood there, squinty eyes keeping a close watch on Sano's movements, on those of the women next to him, especially on Karou.

"I hear the Juppon-Gatana wants a piece of you. I don't know why, you're obviously no match for them, but it strikes my curiosity."

"Oh yeah? Well I kicked your flat ass didn't I?"

Saitou smirked, "I let you win."

That struck Sano like a blow, was that just a bluff to allow Saitou to keep his pride? Or was he telling the truth. How could he have beaten a legend like The Black Wolf Stylst? "My ass you did, you wanna try me again? Go ahead!"

Saitou seemed about to answer when he was interrupted, "Hajime Saitou, it's been a long time." Aoshi had come back into the courtyard, followed by Megumi, it hadn't taken them long to get ready obviously. "You must be here for the same reason he is. The Juppon-Gatana."

Saitou nodded, "I heard that Battousai is involved. And Makoto Shishio as well. It looks like it'll be interesting to say the least."

Aoshi nodded and walked by Sano and the rest, then turned back to Saitou, "I'm headed to the Mugenshi Salon to settle scores with Shishio, are you coming?"

Saitou smiled that wicked grin again, "I've got nothing better to do."

Misao broke away from Sano a few feet, "Shinamori-sama! What about us?"

Sano nodded, "Yeah, you aren't going to try to leave me out are you?" The quiet stylist said nothing, he just turned around and started walking towards a car parked near the edge of the compound. "Hey! This is my fight you stupid prick, I'm coming too!" Again, Aoshi ignored him and climbed into the car along with his fiancee and Saitou. The engine started and Sano rushed towards the sedan, "Hey God damn it! Don't think you can leave me here!"

He was stopped in mid step as the passenger's window rolled down and Megumi gave him a cold glance, "Rooster head, quit acting like a moron and get in the car."

He smirked, "Yes ma'am." But before her could get in, Karou and Misao had taken up the remaining seats, leaving him with nowhere to ride. "Oh hold on a minute, somebody's got to get out, this isn't going to work."

Megumi laughed, "Don't worry, there's room."

This caused the younger man to grin, "Oh really? You inviting me to sit in your lap?" Megumi just smiled.



The car came to a stop in front of the Mugenshi Salon, it seemed there was a space reserved for it right in front. Aoshi climbed out of the driver's side, Megumi the passenger's, Saitou, Karou and Misao from the back seat. After straightening his coat, Aoshi reached back into the car and pressed a button which popped the trunk. Immediately it flew open and Sano rolled out, gasping fro breath, "That thing's air tight you son of a bitch!" Aoshi just shut the door and started headed for the salon, followed by the others and leaving Megumi to help Sano to his feet.

"You sure do whine a lot,' she said as she helped him to his feet. He grumbled something under his breath and slammed the trunk closed.

"This was your idea you know."

She shrugged, "You would have rather sat on Saitou's lap?"

"Better than yours you demented sadist."

She laughed and pushed him forward, where he almost stumbled into the doorway, "Shut up and get inside already. You sound like a baby who hasn't had his bottle."

He turned and crossed his forefingers in front of him like a ward, "Succubus! Back demon! I will not fall for your charms!" This caused her to frown and they both went inside.

Inside, Aoshi and Shishio were squaring off in a battle of icy stares while Saitou leaned against a wall casually, a cigarette burning listless smoke into the air. Sano stepped up next to him, "Hey man, can I bum a smoke?"

The other stylist gave him a sideways glance and then turned his attention back the Juppon-Gatana, "Ahou."

Sano would've socked him right then and there if he hadn't been interrupted by a scream he was all too familiar with, Karou's. "Kenshin!" Sano spun around to see the red headed man obviously drugged, barely on his feet and supported by...well a woman with great hair, even if she was pretty flat chested. This woman smiled at Karou and then ran her hand along Kenshin's chest, which sent Karou into a frenzy, "Get your hands off of him you dirty whore!"

The other woman laughed, "You aren't jealous are you girly? Because if you are I could always go down on him right here." She started to reach for his pants, but stopped as Shishio spoke.

"Kamatari that's enough. We're not here for your entertainment, we're here for a reason." The Juppon-Gatana seemed informally assembled, the balding Hoji, Kamatari, Shishio and a new man, one with a blindfold over his eyes and a devilish grin. Shishio turned back to the other stylist, his charred lips stretched in a smile, "Hajime Saitou, The Black Wolf Stylist. It's an honor to be graced with your presence. Have you come to watch or participate?"

Saitou just smiled, "I'm here to take heads."

Aoshi took a step forward, "I'm here to duel you Saitou, get ready."

Sano started forward, "Hey wait a second! Shishio's mine, you can take the little girl groping Kenshin!"

The laughter of Shishio echoed through the salon, "Sorry Sagara, but Aoshi challenged me first. You can have your turn after I've mopped the floor with him." Sano felt like snarling, but Megumi's hand on his wrist stopped him from any rash action. When he turned to her she only shook her head and turned to watch her fiancee reach into his coat and withdraw a long pair of knives, or were they knives? No! They were a pair of scissors that had been separated at the middle, Sano had never seen anything like it.

"Are you ready to feel the power of The Oniwabanshu Makoto Shishio?"

The taller man laughed and held a hand back towards Hoji, who produced a single large pair of scissors from a black case. Shishio grinned, then suddenly scraped the styling instruments across the countertop, igniting them into a brilliant flame. "What the hell?!" Sano got if off a millisecond before Karou did, leaving Shishio to laugh once more.

"This is Mugenjin, a one of a kind pair of scissors, and the perfect styling utensil." There was silence in the room as everyone watched the burning metal in the wrapped man's hands, "The edges, though you can't see them from there, are serrated and grooved. Over the years I have cut an uncountable number of hairs, and these scissors have gathered the hair spray from all of that hair, they're covered in it. The slightest friction ignites them and makes them the most formidable scissors in the world."

Karou stepped closer to Sano, "How is that supposed to work? You're just going to burn your subject's hair off?"

Shishio merely grinned, "You'll see. Shinomori, have you picked your subject?"

Aoshi turned, "Megumi, please sit."

The woman frowned, "But Aoshi, his scissors are on fire! It would be suicide to sit there, I... I can't!" Aoshi's expression changed almost imperceptably, like he was going to have to do something terrible. Then Misao stepped forward.

"I'll do it Shinomori-sama."









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Author's Note: And so it begins, the first battle with The Juppon-Gatana! Will the master of the Oniwabanshu be able to defeat The Styler of Ten Thousand Hairs? Or will Aoshi succumb to the ultimate power of Mugenshi, the deadly fiery scissors of doom? How will the battle affect Misao? And how will Misao's choice affect Sano? His girlfriend, ready to give up her hair for a man she met but a day ago? And what of fair Megumi, who was unable to assist her love? And most importantly, what about Kenshin? And what ties does he have to The Juppon-Gatana? All this and more revealed next time in: Lover in Peril!