AN- This is Nicky9, and I am writing once again for everyone. I will take suggestions, comments, questions, etc. I just can't tolerate flames.

VERY IMPORTANT This chapter is limy, so you don't have to read it if you don't want to, but please don't report this story for having lemon, because I really did work hard on this story as I do on my other stories. That is why if you noticed, I didn't put so much description in the lemon in the other chapter for the fear of receiving a writer's block or removal of this story. That is all. If you're too young to read this, then do not read it. Otherwise please do enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. I wish I did but I don't. : (

Swept Away

Chapter Twelve

After that night nothing was the same. Everything changed from either the best to worse. Whatever was the outcome, Kaoru would never forget her encounter with meeting Battousai. That encounter changed everything. It proved that all her promises could not be kept, but it also proved that her heart was so much different then her mind.

Kaoru watched the newly morning, the sun rising in the morning, the ruffles noises could be heard, the songs of the birds filled the air. She smiled at the new bright day. Within her heart, she hoped the day would bring a bright future to her and her lover. How much she loved him, was something she didn't know, but she knew she was willing to devote her life to him.

Rising from her futon, she saw her fiery red haired warrior getting ready for a task. Slipping on his navy blue gi and white hakama, he glanced at Kaoru who now stood behind him. He could feel her sapphire eyes watching his form, the hunger so relevant that it made him want to grab her and kiss the daylights out of her.

"Why do you have to look at me the way you do, dear?" asked Battousai, his voice husky. His memories came back to him of the night they shared together. It brought a wicked smile to his face; however, his amber eyes remained soft. He made love to this woman, not fuck her. He loved her very much, for she did the impossible. A long time ago, when Tomoe was in his life, he thought he could never love another, but meeting Kaoru proved him wrong.

"How am I looking at you?" Kaoru asked sardonically, looking at her lover. After last night, she felt that she had nothing to feel ashamed of, after all he praised her body like no man ever did. Her body, her mind, and her soul would always belong to her beloved Battousai. Slowly she moved toward him, letting the coverlet fall off her slender form, until her creamy flesh was exposed for her lover to see.

"Please honey, not now. You don't know how irresistible you look right now," he said, his voice huskier then before. He could feel his groan respond to the lovely offer his Kaoru prolonged in him. If he were not careful, he would ravish her on the spot, and not in tender way as he did last night. Only if Kaoru knew the affect she had on him.

"Why won't you tell me how irresistible I look?" she said softly, making it a statement as she moving so closely to him. Slowly she rubbed herself against him in a provocative way; it only made him grab her nape of her head non-to gently.

"I am warning you honey not to do anything you will regret," he whispered quietly. His groan moved against her soft feminine sex while his amber eyes bore into her sapphire eyes. She only smiled seductively at him, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. Knowing that she could make him have such little control over his desire for her, had her blood flowing through her veins with excitement. Her heart pumped so fast from triumph.

Battousai growled, knowing his control was running thin. How could he not resist such a precious gift his Kaoru offered him so freely? Once upon a time, she was running from him, her blue eyes filled with so much hatred. Now they were filled with such hunger, her eyes darkened to an almost black color from passion and when she was near climaxing. Her responsiveness, the way her eyes looked at him filled with trust, the way her body moved against his, while they were doing their mating ritual, only left his body wanting. Never again could he find such a precious gift what Kaoru had.

Roughly he hauled Kaoru's body closer to his body, filling her small frame against his large frame. His large hand grabbed her jaw, landing her soft, silky mouth to his mouth. His kiss was aggressive, his tongue demanding her to respond to him. He felt her body molded itself against his, while she kissed him back with equal fierce passion. Her nails dug into back, hard enough to draw blood.

Not waiting any longer, Battousai threw Kaoru onto the futon they shared. Without hesitating, he pulled his clothes from his body and threw them onto the floor. He jumped into the futon, next to his sweet Kaoru, grabbed the nape of her neck non-to gently, and drew her to him. They kissed with such fierce passion, that they only stopped to breathe properly. They perspired with beads of sweat, which only added to their already aroused bodies. And then Battousai remembered Kaoru's words last night before she fell asleep. The words she spoke were love not lust. She loved him so much, that she gave herself to him without question. Her virginity was offered without hesitation. She trusted him with her very life, and he vowed he would not lose her as he lost his wife.

Remembering her confession to him, he let himself make love to her once again gently, all while his amber eyes burned with fiery passion for the blue eyed, raven-haired girl he loved with all his heart.

In the vacant room, where the candle flicked every now and then, Yahiko sat awaiting someone to look for him. His hands were banded together, tied with a dirty strong rope. The wooden floors filled with dirt. A chest could be seen from the nearly darkened room. Yahiko wondered what was in the chest, however, he could not find out due to the state he was in. His tattered clothes were damp and filthy. His hair disheveled from the rain. His body was sore from his captor dragging him. All together he was weak with nothing except hope. He hoped with all his heart that someone would find him missing and find his location.

Kneeling against the wall, he closed his eyes. From the distance he could hear small ruffles of clothing, footsteps, one over another, while they trailed toward the door. Then very low voices could be heard. Straining, Yahiko shifted his body to a more comfortable position to hear what was going on outside.

"What is going on Enishi? Why has the job have not been done as yet?" asked man appearing in the hallway. His long muscular figure was covered in bandages from head to toes. Only his eyes were not covered.

"So far I was only capable of capturing the boy. I think I should have killed when I had the chance," answered another tall figure wearing sunglasses in the dark hallway.

The other man smiled. His smile alone gave him a deadly look, no one could mess without dying. "Yes I know how eager you are to kill him, however, I want the others to know of his disappearance so they could come looking for him. That is the whole idea of this plan."

"The plan that we are changing Shishio," said another voice entering the conversation. "According to Misao, her revelation about everything led us to this master plan, but how are we going to get Battousai's woman?"

"Aoshi think. The only way we could is when Battousai is not around at all. Without using your woman, one of us can go inside the dojo and nab the girl," said Shishio calmly looking at Aoshi who always wore his traditional trench coat.

"Yes and I'll be the one to deal with that," said Enishi gravely. His tongue swirled over lips, while his hands rubbed each other in an atrocious way. "I will be more then happy to deal with Battousai's woman, after all we do have to settle a score. He took my sister's life from me."

"Okay now that is settle what other news do you have Aoshi?"

Aoshi moved toward the doors. His back to both men, he called alliance. He didn't know how to relay the news he received from the villagers earlier. "Two news have come to my attention, something we should take very seriously."

"What is it?"

"I heard two strong fighters from the Revolution have entered Tokyo. One of them is looking for a woman who made a deadly drug called Opium. It is used to kill people. It is deadly drug that is said to be a highly addictive. The man looking for the woman is none other then the Zanza man. The other is a man who fought against the new government we have today. He works as the police commissioner and is in Tokyo looking for the infamous Battousai." Aoshi now turned back to face both men, watching their facial expressions.

"Holy shit, not Saito Haijme! He's working as a Police Commissioner?" said Enishi nervously.

"Saito was really strong back during the Revolution days. I won't doubt the fact that he is now much stronger then before. He's the only man known as being able to fight Battousai with equal strength and skill," replied Shishio calmly. "However, that does not mean he should stop us from our doing our duty. About the Zanza man, we should keep him in mind. As for the woman he is after, I want her brought her to me. She could be of some good use to us." Both Enishi and Aoshi bowed before Shishio, before leaving, going back to their every day duties.

In the meanwhile behind the door, Yahiko heard it all. He could not believe Misao would go against them so easily. Just by looking her, he thought she was like Kaoru. But no! No woman could ever be like Kaoru! Kaoru was too good hearted to betray someone. She was not beguiling anyone like Misao. She was not obdurate. Most likely Kaoru was willing to give her life for any stranger's life if she had too.

As tears fell from Yahiko's eyes one by one, he wished for Kaoru to be in the room cradling him as she once did before.

A bucket of water was before Kaoru. Splashes of water could be heard as each drop fell on the dojo ground. The gentle breeze welcomed Kaoru, as she hung out the day's laundry in the beautiful clear blue sky. Humming to herself, she decided to wear something much different then the regular kimono she wore. She decided to wear her mother's original traditional clothes she once wore. Since Kaoru's mother came from India, Kaoru's blood was part Indian. She decided to put a beautiful blue sari, which brought out the color of her eyes. Beautiful golden beads embodied the traditional clothing. It was a cloth wrapped delicately around her body, the loose end fell over her shoulder.

This day, Kaoru wanted to look her best for the man she loved. Thinking about him and what they did earlier, had her body set in flames. Just thinking about him, had her body swept away from the real world. It felt like he was the very air she breathed into her lungs. Her world would never exist if he were not there to be with her.

As the wind blew her the end tail of her sari, which was covered her shoulder before, blew in the direction the wind was blowing. The scarf blew flew in front of her face covering it. Never did she notice the tall stranger standing by the dojo gates. Amber eyes fixed intently at her exposed flat stomach, the way her raven fell loose from the ribbon that once in her hair. It burned at the very core of her slender form.

Only when Kaoru grabbed the scarf, and put back in its rightful place, did she notice the amber eyes of the tall stranger. Her whole body shivered from the intensity. They reminded her so much of her lover's eyes. The way they looked at her, the intimate way it scanned her body, reminded her so much of her Battousai. Where are you?

Slowly she stepped back, as the tall figure accosted her. His eyes never waver from her petite figure. His frame made her feel so small and fragile. With just a little pressure from his hands could break her so easily.

"I am sorry to intrude on you at a time like this," said the voice softly. The amber eyes now looked into her eyes, as if piercing her very soul.

"It's okay. Why are you here?" whispered Kaoru. Something told her to be very careful around the stranger, yet why did his eyes, reminded her so much of Battousai's. Why did they bring such bizarre feelings from her, that she didn't feel when she was with Battousai.

"Well, Kamiya I came here looking for looking for someone, only you would know about," he answered softly, as he advanced on her slowly.

"Who would that person be?" Kaoru kept backing away slowly, while her the sensation in her body betrayed what her mind told her to do, run.

"You know who I speak, only you." He cornered her. Her back was against the dojo wall, her sapphire eyes looking intently on the man who held the same eye color of Battousai, except his eyes were much deadlier, his presence spoke of nothing but death.

"Do not fear little one. I see how scared you are, but it is only the natural attraction between a man and a woman," he said as he breathed her sent into his lungs. His face was only centimeters away. The way his eyes held hers, the new sensations awoke in her body, made her furious. How is it her body could betray her mind? How is it her heart was claim by one yet she had an attraction toward another? She didn't even know whom the man was, who stood before her.

"We can't," she said in a voice she didn't recognize as her own. Slowly she felt his large hand push the strands of raven hair behind her ear. His head bent down to her until she could feel his breath against her left ear. The closeness of the dark stranger made her mind dizzy. Her breathing alone was uneven.

Then it happened. His mouth moved from her left ear to her mouth, claiming her sweetness, while his hands pushed away the scarf around the shoulder. His hands now spread around her small waist, the warmness from his palms burned against her already sensitive body.

No! She shouldn't be doing this! She shouldn't be betraying Battousai! She owed him everything that she was! No one else! Kaoru started struggling against, pushing him away, however, he still kept on kissing her, until they both needed to breathe.

Without comprehending her surroundings she heard him say, "Tell Battousai to be out here tonight. I will meet here, for we have a score to settle." And then he was gone like he was never there in the first place.