Disclaimer: I wish, and so do most people. But we can't all own the rights to RK now can we.
AN: sorry, apparently I had some files mixed up, or something? I don't know, something weird happened. This is the real chapter two. Many apologies.
"Is it done?" Iizuka, the messenger, asked as the two hitokiri entered the Ishin Shishi compounds.
He only received nods from the two as they walked past him.
"Just as expected. You two never fail us. Himura Kenshin and Kamiya Kaoru, Battousai and Karasu. Invincible." He spoke again tagged along behind them as they walked further into the compound.
Both figures turned abruptly to face him. Kaoru's eyes shot daggers at him. "You know the rules." She hissed. "Kamiya or Karasu. Never our full names, and certainly never at the same time," The sword at her side clicked, indicating she had removed it just enough for a prepare to strike.
Kenshin caught her wrist. "She is right." He responded in his low voice. "Remember it." He turned, his hand still gripping Kaoru's and proceeded down the hallway.
Iizuka wiped his forehead with his sleeve. How did he always get himself on the bad side with the Karasu? He watched them walked further down the hall, this time, not on their tails. "Oy!" He called from his distance. "Katsura wants to talk to you two some time."
"Tomorrow." Kenshin replied without stopping his current course.
"Of course, tomorrow." Iizuka nodded. "Always, 'tomorrow'"
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The shoji door clicked behind them, and they turned to face each other. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Kaoru reached to her side and pulled her katana from her sash. She reached out and grabbed both swords at his waist and took them from him, walking across the room to set them in the corner against the wall.
He followed her part of the way, but stopped in the center of the room where there was a folded futon. Carefully he unrolled it and set up the bedroll. When he was done, the young raven beauty was at his side again.
He grinned as he looked down at her. He wasn't much taller, but he liked their height difference. It made her easily accessible to him.
She watched as he got that look again. The look he gave her when he was thinking about them, about her. Slowly, she took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her, their lips crashing onto each other.
Kenshin's hands naturally found their way to her hips as he drew her body closer to his, deepening their kiss. Her hands had already dropped down to his shoulders and were making their way lower and lower to the ties of his gi and hakama. As she did so, she let her tongue play in her lover's mouth, almost as if they were having a mock battle of swords, one of her favorite games.
Soon enough, she had undone the ties of his clothing and they hung loosely on him, only needing to be pushed off his shoulders.
He had already done the same to her and her clothes fell limp to the floor. Kenshin pulled away and looked down at her. With a low growl he reached for the ties of the bindings around her chest. "I despise these things." He murmured angrily in her ear before showering kisses down her jaw line. "Do you have to wear them?" His voice hummed at her with a hint of teasing as his rough fingers fumbled with the tiny knot.
Kaoru grinned. "Yes. For missions, I do." She took his hands in hers to stop his fussing and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. She began undoing the knots herself and indicated with a quick head movement for him to lie down and be patient. When she was done, she joined him in the bedroll, settling herself on top of him. Immediately she found his lips again and tasted him as his hands roamed her body. One found its way to her hair and pulled the ribbon that was constricting it free.
Her raven locks tumbled around them, still damp from the night's rain. Flecks of gold danced in his eyes as he gazed up at her. A vision of beauty and danger. "My Karasu, Kaoru." He whispered. 'My Raven' She was his. Kaoru was his, and the assassin known as the Raven was his. Her eyes , though softer now than they had been after the massacre still had a hint of the hitokiri inside of her. Cold blooded and fearless. Even she was his.
He kissed her lips once more and rolled her onto her back. Strategically placing himself atop of her, he entered her, welcomed. Together they moved synchronously. He murmured her name, the true one and the assassin's. She murmured his alike between moans of pleasure and short labored breaths. Together they killed, moved, and came.
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"The moon is high."
Kenshin turned and looked out of the window that was propped open just slightly. "Yes it is." He returned his gaze to the raven beauty that rested on his chest. She was staring up at him with wide sapphire eyes, her chin resting on her hands. A smirk knowing smirk played on her lips. "Is it my turn?"
She nodded and rolled off of him onto her side. "I did it last night. And it was damn cold."
Kenshin sighed and got up from their futon on the ground. He opened a chest near by and pulled out a long blue yukata and put it on. He turned back to Kaoru who was watching him, but had pulled up the blankets to her chin and curled into a comfortable fetal position. "Don't smile so much about it." He spoke to her in a level tone. "You have to next time."
Kaoru made no movement or reply, but just watched as Kenshin went to the corner to retrieve his katana before taking his place, sitting against a stack of books by the shoji door. When everything was in place, Kaoru allowed her eyes to drift shut and fell into a deep slumber.
An assassin could never afford to be a heavy sleeper. Even when sleeping, a hitokiri had to be alert and ready, katana sheathed and accessible. So Kenshin watched the moon for a while as he sat upright, his katana leaning on his left shoulder. Eventually his gaze wandered to his sleeping lover who was bundled in her sheets, looking very child-like. Very innocent. When she slept like that no one would know who and what she really was. This Kaoru was his as well, his and no other. Many may have known the hitokiri, the fiery tempered, even the playful Kaoru, but this Kaoru, wrapped in innocence, was his and only his.
He allowed his eyes to capture her immaculate beauty a few moments longer before letting them subdue to a faint sleep, getting some rest before the morning sun rose.
TBC
