The snow fell heavily near the peak of the mountain where the single, long cabin stood far from anything anyone may call civilization. A tall figure stood sword drawn, facing his younger, much smaller apprentice.
Why have you come back." Hiko sneered as Kenshin redheaded himself for his masters next attack.
Kenshin's feet dug into the wet snow, that came up to his knees, but he did not answer his master's question. Charging at one another their swords clattered together. Hiko forced his young apprentice back. The red head landed on his feet but slid in the wet, slushy snow. Falling backwards with a light thud, Hiko chuckled. 'It is hard to believe this man is the legendary Bitousai the man slayer." he thought.
Rising slowly to his feet, kenshin glared daggers at the older man. Preparing for the next attack, feet moving at god like speeds the two of them fought. Only to have kenshin thrown back once more. Landing in the ice cold water of the river the flowed near the small cabin.
Shaking his head, Hiko walked forward pulling the red head from the icy water. Kenshin shivered, his cloths sticking to flesh. He felt as though someone had stuck thousands of little needles in side of his body.
Dropping his apprentice back in the snow Hiko turned back towards the cabin. "Come on baka deshi." Kenshin stood practically wading through the snow, as he followed his master back towards the house.
Entering the cabin kenshin sighed as the warmth that washed over his trembling form. "Get out of those clothes." Hiko snapped. Kenshin blushed a powerful red, that was at least three shades darker then his hair.
Hiko sighed at the younger man's shyness. Walking over to where he stood Hiko began undoing the tie holding Kenshin's pants. (Okay i knew what they where called to seconds ago and know I can't remember.) "Oro!" Kenshin squeaked. Hiko chuckled as he continued to strip off the smaller man clothes.
"Stop wiggling baka!" The taller of the two scolded. Kenshin gulped and allowed himself to be decothed by his master. "Now, get into the bedroom. I'll be there in a moment." Nodding once Kenshin disappeared from the room and into the bedroom.
Hiko grinned evilly as he watched the smaller man go, drawing a black whip from behind the stove. The leather was warm and the metal fragments woven within it glowed a warm pink.
Walking into the bedroom Hiko was no surprised to find Kenshin sprawled across the bed, the blankets drawn around him. His eyes where closed, long lashes rested against pail cheeks, giving him and almost angelic look. "Wake up baka deshi.!" Hiko yelled. "You did well today, but not good enough. Now you must be punished."
Kenshin looked up at his master with half lidded eyes. "Please master, don't punish me. If you beat me i wont beadle to train. If i cannot train, I will not beadle to please you." The younger of them begged, faining fear.
Snapping the whip once Hiko stripped the blankets from over Kenshin's bare form. Lashing the whip across the you smooth flesh kenshin cried out, his eyes fluttered madly. The whip cracker over and over. Kenshin's screams became a slow mixture of pain and pleasure. For the pain was a great pleasure.
Moaning deep in his throat, the young red head turned slightly to face his tormentor. " Please stop." He said breathlessly, his passion filled voice failing to convey the pain that was supposed to lay behind the words.