A/n- Hey everybody! Nice to meet you in a new year and why not celebrate with a new story too! I hope you all enjoy and just to let you know I in no way, shape or form own the creative rights to RK so do not sue.

Only A Mistress

1. The Exchange

Mr. Kamiya walked down the hall of the huge, lavish mansion wiping his forehead of the prespire forming on his head. And he had a good reason to sweat so hard too.

For nearly twenty-five years he knew the owners of the mansion. Though as dumb as they were, they were very powerful people and dominated over his small village. Alone, the village generated little money and was easily susceptible to raiders and thieves. So the Himura's knew how to keep his people in line.

But that all changed a mere twenty years ago when the late Mr. Himura VIII took control.

So much money Mr. Kamiya had taken from him and over the coarse of ten years he only paid back not even a complete forth of what he told the dead man what he would. The thought of interest never even crossing his mind.

But now…on this cursed day that he knew was bound to come sooner or later Himura VIII's son, Kenshin Himura IX had taken over the family business. And Kenshin was anything but dumb as his family members before him.

There was a strange mist about him that always told Mr. Kamiya he was always watching him. That he knew what he was doing. To tell the truth even when young Kenshin was a boy Mr. Kamiya hated greeting or even seeing the child. He had strange eyes for one so young. They were big and calculative looking. They were a killers eyes and could bisect anything in front of them for the worthless lie or truth they were.

Mr. Kamiya took a deep breath before he calmy tried to regain his composure, if he even had much of a composure since he walked through the gates, and wiped his brow one last final time. He waited patiently outside a shoji door awaiting for his presence to be acknowleged.

A few moments later the door opened and Mr. Kamiya was quite shock to instantly see the same calculative amber eyes he was only despizing eariler, narrowed in annoyance.

"You're late." Was all the young inhertier said. He then turned around and walked back into the room and reclaimed his seat upon the velvet cushion he was sitting on only moments ago.

Mr. Kamiya still stood at the door shocked to say the lease with his mouth slightly agape.

"Come in already." Kenshin ordered him, growing bored already of his presence.

"Um...Thank you very much Mr. Himura for your generousity." Mr. Kamiya said respectfully as he bowed slightly and took his seat upon the velvet cushion across from the younger man.

There was an uneasy silence in the room that followed and Mr. Kamiya was growing unnerved.

"Look I don't have time to waste so I'll get straight to the point. Obviously you haven't been doing quite well with your payments to my father. As I looked back and counted the numbers of times YOU came to my father, YOU have yet to repay every cent he gave you. And what really concerns me is that not only have you failed to pay back all the money you owe my father, but you have yet to finish repaying even the smallest little loan my father gave you." Kenshin stated breaking the silence and grabbing Mr. Kamiya's attention immediately.

He was so shocked at the younger man's fowardness that he couldn't even speak. Sweat once again began to dot Mr. Kamiya's face as Kenshin just sat calmly watching him with cold, calculative amber eyes.

"What's the matter Mr. Kamiya. You look rather pale. Does the fact that I don't take my time with getting to the point of the matter scare you? Or is it the fact I'm not as dumb as you would wish me to be strikes a cord?" Kenshin asked as his eyes shone with amusement and sense of danger.

"I-I…" Mr. Kamiya couldn't say anything. He was too consume with shock to even get out a word. "What was that Mr. Kamiya?" Kenshin mocked as he lifted his hand to his ear as if he was trying to hear him. "You were trying to say?" Kenshin mocked again. A sort of evil laughter danced about his tone.

Mr. Kamiya still couldn't find the strength to say anything.

"Well then since you won't say anything I shall just have to have you repay all that you owe my father as punishment. And you shall have a set day to have ALL, not half, not a quarter, but ALL of the money you owe. You shall owe me this money by the end of the month." Kenshin said as he rose from his seat and begain to walk over to the door to show his guest out.

Suddenly by some mircle Mr. Kamiya regained his voice and called out to the young inhertior.

"You can't!" Kenshin stopped walking, his back still to him. "And why not? I just did." Kenshin asked as he looked at him, the amusement out of his molten eyes and pure coldness set.

Mr. Kamiya gulped.

"That's a huge sum money for me and my village to come up with out of nowhere in such a short time." He reasoned.

"Mr. Kamiya that's your problem now isn't it? I don't care what the hell you have to do to get the money. Sell your mansion, sell crops, trade valuable goods, prositute your women…All I know is I had better see that money here on my estate two and a half weeks from now. I mean surely your village couldn't have abused all the money my father gave you that bad, right?" Kenshn replied, his voice monotoned.

'Hell no we didn't…But I'll be damned before a turn it back in full to you.' Mr. Kamiya thought as his face pintched with frustration.

"Just you see here! My village WILL NOT do anything of such nature. The winter seasons are coming and to sell what little food we do have is out of the question. The most valuable thing anyone in our village have is a kitchen knife and I refuse to insult my women of the village by selling them to outsiders!" Mr. Kamiya yelled in difience.

As soon as Mr. Kamiya's last word was yelled, he found himself pinned against the adjacent wall with the cool feel of metal on his neck.

Mr. Kamiya's eyes grew big and glazed over with fear. Kenshin now had him up against the wall with his sword drawn out and against his neck pressing hard.

"You are a guest in my house and no one, and I mean NO ONE yells at me in it!" Kenshin hissed. His molten eyes brewing an even darker, more intimidating shade of amber.

"W-wait can't we talk a-about t-this?" Kamiya begged. "I believe I'm done talking to you Mr. Kamiya." Kenshin snapped. "But just hear me out please!" He cried. Kenshin pressed harder as he considered Mr. Kamiya and finally after a long moment of hearing Kamiya's silent whimpers Kenshin backed away.

Feeling the cool blade be drawn away from his neck, Mr. Kamiya took it as a sign to say what was own his mind.

"I know something…I know something about you Mr. Himura…And I can help you!" Mr. Kamiya begged as his hands immediately went to cup his neck and rub the spot where the sword had once been. "You know nothing about me." Kenshin replied icely. "Iie! But I do know…You have a liking of women, Himura, do you not?", Kamiya began, "I have a daughter that is as beautiful as the stars! She is young and is a virgin! I would be willing to give her to you as concubine in exchange for my villege debts being cleared." Mr. Kamiya finished.

There was an odd silence that followed the last word Mr. Kamiya uttered.

'Finally! That dumb daughter of mines finally comes in handy for something. She will be out of my hair and be someone else's pain in the ass!' Mr. Kamiya cheered in his head.

Mr. Kamiya never really had a liking to his only daughter. In fact he considered her to be quite the neusence. All his life he had prepped her up for something like this. To take on a wealthy suitor so that in hopes he wouldn't have to keep stealing from the Himura's.

Suddenly his thoughts were disturbed as once again Mr. Kamiya found himself pinned back against the wall he had just been unpinned from.

"What the-" "Shut up!" Kenshin growled furious. "I can't believe you would even consider giving your daughter to me as some pleasure slave in exchange for the coutless amounts of zeni you owe my family! And you dare say that you would never disgrace the women of your villege. Doesn't your daughter count?" Kenshin yelled in anguish.

The nerve of the man before him. If he thought he was going to sell out just for a pretty face he had another thing coming. And aside from that he knew the girl personally. He had met her once or twice on her father's usual visits to his mansion. And even though it was only once or twice he could tell her self worth was more than what her father was offering her as now.

"Besides I have a wife!" Kenshin added as he pressed the blade even harder against the man's thoart. "But…but she can't…" Mr. Kamiya began. "She can't give you an heir!" He shouted out at the last moment hoping that Kenshin would cease on his attempt to decapitate him.

And to Mr. Kamiya's relief Kenshin's actions did stop. Kenshin slowly moved the hand with the sword away from Mr. Kamiya's thoart and took a step back and watched as the man slid down the wall, once more grasping his neck.

"How do you know…of that?" Kenshin asked silently as he continued to eye the man with an even colder gaze.

"I know enough about you're family Mr. Himura. And your wife's little sercet is one of them. If you aren't willing to take my daughter as a concubine then why not as a mistress? A second wife if you will?" Mr. Kamiya said as he began to regain control of his voice, growing more confident with each word he so delicately spoke.

The scowl that was forming on Kenshin's face only proceeded to grow deeper as he continued to listen to the endless streem of crap that flew out of Mr. Kamiya's mouth. Witch sadly enough was the truth he lived with.

"Do not scowl upon my idea Mr. Himura, but merely think of it this way. For all the money I owe you, in return you get a healthy and beautiful woman who is capable of pleasing your every desire AND capable of giving you the heir that you need to carry on this strong family dynasty or business, however you want to put it." Mr. Kamiya finished as he stood up, using the wall as support.

Kamiya stood there watching Kenshin intently. Awaiting any change in his facial expression and/or change in his posture that would suggest any indecations of his final decision. Kenshin, picking up on his continuous strares, lowered his head so that his eyes were vailed by his bangs.

Time seemed to endlessly truge pass them as Mr. Kamiya awaited a response from the young man. With each passing minute he became consumed with the fear that Kenshin would possibly once again reject his daughter and blow off his proposal and kill him right then and there. And also he was consumed with the possible idea that his life will be spared as Kenshin would except his proposal and allow him to not only walk out with his life, but with his debts paid in exchange for his troublesome daughter.

Finally after a bone-chilling silence, Kenshin lifted his head and his gaze immediately locked onto Kamiya's face.

"I've come to a decision Mr. Kamiya…A decision you shall not refuse and but have done and completed in the alotted time that I assign to you." Kenshin began.

With Kenshin sudden outburst Mr. Kamiya's body tensed as he waited for Kenshin to continue.

"I've decided that I shall except your daughter as a mistress here." Kenshin said and he watched as signs of relief, joy and happiness washed over the older man's eyes and face.

"But I won't take under your conditions." Kenshin made quick to get out. The relief that was in Mr. Kamiya's eyes soon left as quick as it came.

"But what do you mean? … I thought you excepted my proposal of taking my daughter and…and" "I did except the part about your daughter, but I don't think that she should have to cover the expenses all by her little lonesome. Oh no sir. You're going to pay me back one FULL payment of one of my father's loan with the accompaniment of your daughter in a matter of three weeks. And not only that, but once you hand over your daughter to me, I want you in no way shape or form in contact with her. Should she provide for my a son or daughter you shall not be notified by me or her. Nor will you be premitted to see them." Kenshin stated.

"And should you find a problem with these demands and/or fail to meet them…than it shall be your death that cleans the debts." Kenshin threatened as he put away his sword and eyed the man before him. Daring him to challenge his final word on the matter.

Mr. Kamiya, knowing the young man was a man of his words, only sighed in defeat and excepted his forced alternatum.