Rating: M for strong language, violence, and adult situations…
Summary: After receiving a new serving wench, Battousai embarks on a quest to find a worthy foe! But will Kamiya Kaoru sneak her way into the hunter's heart?
Disclaimer: I wanna own Ken! Oro? But no, I don't... Blah…
(A/N) This story has been up for a while, and I've only gotten one review… Man I must really suck:D This is my first new chapter in a while, so I hope you enjoy it!
Possible lemon or intro to lemon in this chappie!
Chapter 5:
Please do NOT read this chapter if you are not mature enough to handle sexual content!
Kaoru had most definitely contemplated escape but she just knew that bastard would know she was leaving so she decided to wait it out. Maybe he'll tire of me before long.
She emerged from the secluded brook determined not to meet his eyes. Kaoru clutched the pack tightly to her chest to hide what the simple robe could not. That wretched man had constructed a crude shelter from the branches of a sturdy tree and a couple of thick blankets. Crude indeed. His homemaking skill was obviously lacking.
The ex-serving girl threw down the small pack next to the crude shelter and began to reconstruct it more sturdily.
"There is no need for that." He simply stated.
"I refuse to sleep in such a shabby place. Where will you be sleeping?" she quips without turning.
"There."
She turns, looking to the trees across the fire, as if he should be pointing that way. But he's not.
Battousai points wearily at the little tent, "You and I will sleep there."
"Are.. Are you kidding me?"
On this he turns his ochre gaze on her and stares languidly. "No."
Humph.
Kaoru takes the seat to the left of the campfire, on his right side. The flames dance energetically, as if they will never cease their rejoicing. Something nudges her arm.
He hands her a bowl of miso soup, which she tips backwards and it slides warmly down her slender throat. He watches her and then does the same with his bowl.
Kaoru has forgotten the man's presence as she revels in the warm sensation that the soup has created in her belly. Mmmmmmm. She forgets where she is.
"Wow… This sure is some good soup… uh… ah… ummm." Kaoru blushes as she realizes she doesn't even know his name.
"You may call me…" he pauses, as if in deep thought, "...Kenshin."
"You really are a good cook Kenshin, sir." She adds the 'sir' on in a meek voice, not wanting to be dumped in that cold water again.
Battousai looks at the girl beside him, tracing her bruises with his eyes. Purple intermingles with the amber of his iris for a split second, and then it is gone.
Kaoru's eyelids begin to droop, an effect of the warm of the campfire and the warm in her stomach. She stands.
"Good night... Kenshin…" She vanishes into the darkness of the crude tent.
Why in the hell did I tell her my name? Stupid girl…
After a while of brooding to himself, he rises and, yanking the gi out of his hakama, he retreats bare-chested to the tent.
Condensation from her heavy breathing drips onto his crimson mane as he enters the tent, laying himself silently beside her. He is strongly tempted to trace the curves of her sleeping form with his rough hands, but he resists. She is facing opposite of him, so he cannot gaze at her face, which annoys him. The night grows older and Kenshin rolls over onto his back and settles his hands behind his head to listen to the crickets and frogs chirruping as if there is no tomorrow.
The Battousai's eyes began to close when Kaoru abruptly turned over and snuggled into him, resting her small hand on his chest. Her warm face rested on his shoulder, snoring ever so lightly.
He closed his eyes and grunted, which startled her but not enough to wake her. Then…
"Oh Sano…" Her hand began to slide downwards and was tracing sleepy circles in the small trail of red hair that led below his hakama. At this, Kenshin's eyes snapped open. What in the hell…
"I told you we couldn't go that far…" She whispered into his ear. His blood began to rush as her slim fingers dipped under his hakama. The maniacal grin slips back into place on his face. He logs 'Sano' at the back of his brain somewhere.
"How far can we go?"
She seemed to remain asleep as she rose to her knees and bent over his torso. Searing kisses made a pathway on his cold chest down to the forbidden edge of his hakama.
Kaoru slipped her tiny hand into the nest of curls and leaned down, delving her tongue in his navel. Her hair tickled his hypersensitive skin, making him groan out loud.
As if snapped from a reverie, Kaoru woke up, blinking.
Seeing that grin on his face, the one that made him look like a crazed Cheshire Cat, she just couldn't hold herself from…
SLAP!
"BASTARD!" She hauled herself up and darted out of the little tent, which promptly fell on Kenshin. Leaving him behind to struggle with the wreckage, she ran to the brook and plopped down, her back flush against a tree.
Kaoru gazed at the water and tried to recall just how much she had done. She'd been having that dream about Sano again. There were small fish in the water; she had not noticed them in her dip earlier. She watched them flit about gracefully, underwater birds.
"Who is this 'Sano'?" He materialized beside her, as if out of thin air. She looked up.
He really was handsome. The moonlight washed over him as naturally as any waterfall, highlighting his muscled and scarred torso. His hakama sat jauntily on his slender hips, as he hadn't bothered to adjust it. The tiny curls at his middle that she had traced with her fingers just moments before were laid perfectly, as if they had never been bothered. His hair was still tied back in its high ponytail. Almost a god…
Never mind all this, Kaoru, stupid girl; he's taken you away from your home!
"Sano's my boyfriend… He's tall and handsome, much more handsome than you, and he's probably on his way to find me right now!"
Sanosuke Sagara, fresh from a fight, sauntered into the nearest clinic to be met by the most beautiful women he had ever met.
"My name is Ms. Megumi, sir, how may I help you?"
Kenshin flinched inwardly. She would pay for that one. He smirked.
"He's probably in some whorehouse right now, somehow having forgotten all about you."
"How dare you!" she rose up quickly and went to smack him again. Her hand paused in mid air when he caught it. Battousai brought her hand down and placed it on his own chest.
"Feel that? It's my heart… However small, it is still there… I am human, same as you." With that he dropped her hand and walked back to the camp.
It was dawn now anyway, no use in trying to go back to sleep. It didn't take long for her to follow him back into camp. Kenshin took his place by the fireside, stoked it, and began to prepare breakfast. Kaoru began to pack up the blankets they had used for the tent and stuff them into the horse's bags.
The Hitokiri contemplated the look she gave went he went on his soft little tirade. What the hell is wrong with me! He wanted to go and bash the memory out of her pretty little head. The same pretty little head that was nestled on his shoulder last night. How divine she looked when she slept…
Kaoru was too confused to say anything when she got back into camp. She walked in a daze and sat down to breakfast still in a trance. He's right you know. You've never actually considered him to be human.
A/N YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! New chappie up!
I keep confusing myself, and I pretty sure the lemon will be in the next chapter…
Sorry! But I've gotten a couple of good reviews (How about that, people are actually reading this… XP) so I'm gonna keep going…
I hope its okay to do a full out lemon, I know the rules have changed since I last came here, but I'm waaaaaaay too lazy to read them over so… XP
Love,
-Lex