AN: A friend dared me to combine my love of ghost stories and legends with my passion for writing. This fic is the result of it; I hope you're happy now 'cause I sure took a lot of time trying to come up with a good one. It wouldn't have been that hard had my friend (you know who you are! (blows raspberry at ) not also made a condition for me to make it a lemony type of fic…

Warnings: Lemony situations in the future chapters (it's R-rated duh!) (winks)

Note: For those who are strictly religious and don't believe/have any interest in the 'other world'; let me remind you that I do not mean to offend (if you feel that you are) neither anybody nor any religion (especially mine). This fic is purely for the sole entertainment of those who are interested.

Disclaimers: I don't own RK…If I did; then why aren't I stinking rich like I should be?

Supernatural Love

Chapter one: Night Time Kisses

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"Ccccrrrreeeekkkk……"

The young girl stood still as the slow and eerie noise echoed throughout the otherwise silent hallway.

Her stomach twisted in fear and dread as she swallowed painfully the bile that had rose in her throat.

She cast her frightened eyes to the door at the end of the hallway that had slowly begun to open. Obviously it was what was causing the scary sound that she had just heard.

The girl clutched her robe tighter against her body as an icy coldness washed over her like a wave. With her other hand, she gripped her flashlight tighter; praying that the batteries won't die on her.

Although she was too petrified to even take a step; her lungs craved the need for oxygen and so, the girl took a few shallow breaths as though to calm the raging beat of her heart as blood flowed in their vessels.

As she exhaled; the girl noticed a small mist of cold air emitting from her mouth and into the wind.

It was that freezing cold. Usually, she wouldn't have mind that much if it hadn't been a very hot summer season.

Bravely; the girl took one step forward where the creaking door stood half-open. Nothing happened.

Still anxious; she then took another step. Still nothing.

Feeling braver by the minute; the girl walked step by step slowly towards the door. When she finally reached it, the girl outstretched a hand to open the door wider.

Suddenly; a thumping sound could be heard. This time it was behind her.

Frightened; the girl wheeled around and flashed her flashlight at the floor before her.

A tiny metallic ball wheeled itself into view and it continued to rotate until it came in contact with the girl's feet where it stopped entirely.

Feeling a wave of relief flooding in her system; the girl smiled.

How silly she was to get scared of a ball? She thought to herself.

The girl lowered a knee, intending to pick up the ball when suddenly; a pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around.

To her horror; the girl saw the heavily mutilated and bloody face of her dead lover.

Bits of ashen-gray dead skin crumbled as the man attempted to smile; showing rows of missing teeth that had the tint of dry blood in them.

"Hello dear…" came the corpse's raspy voice.

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"AAAAAIIIII!!!!"

"ARGH!!!!!"

Kenshin watched in silent amusement as his best friend, Sano, scared the rest of the entire class population…again.

However, Sano wasn't that good in hiding his emotions and so was laughing boisterously at the moment.

One of their closest friends; a girl named Misao; proceeded to whack the tall brown-haired male with her very thick and heavy Physics book.

"Sano!" The dark-haired girl fumed. "That wasn't funny!"

Sano merely wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "If only you could've seen the look on your faces…"

It wasn't long before Sano began another round of laughter.

After all the excitement had dissipated and several of the class were assured and reassured by Sano himself that the story was pure fiction; the tall male ran a hand through his spiky brown-gravity defying hair.

Stealing an amused glance at his best pal, Kenshin, he said.

"Boy…never thought that Weasel could whack you on the head pretty hard."

Kenshin merely shook his head.

"That's what you get for messing with the so-called 'Mighty Ninja Leader'"

Misao, who had overheard their conversation, stuck her tongue out at the two.

"Yeah well, that's what he gets for telling scary ghost stories." She said.

"It's a good thing for you that Megumi's sick today," Misao said; her gaze on Sano this time.

Sano grinned sheepishly. "Yeah…She would've killed me otherwise."

"But it's not like it's that scary at all…I mean look at Kenshin, he isn't scared even if I told him the scariest ghost story I know."

Misao rolled her emerald eyes. "Of course Kenshin wouldn't be scared. He doesn't believe in those things."

It was Kenshin's turn to roll his eyes. "Guys, I'm still here you know. It's not like I'm deaf or anything." He grumbled.

Misao had the grace to blush while Sano chuckled sheepishly.

"Sorry Kenshin," They both chorused.

Kenshin shook his head in amusement.

These two would be the death of him.

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A long and pale slender arm brushed itself against the tranquil black water; causing it to ripple into small, circular waves.

Just then; another arm caught the moving body appendage tightly at the wrist. Unlike the first one; this arm was rather muscular and longer, yet it was just as pale.

"Enjoying yourself my dear?" crooned a male voice as the other arm snaked its' way to a slender waist and hugged the obviously feminine form closer to him.

Wet raven locks that trailed down the small back of a beautifully sculpted figure tickled the man's throat as the lithe figure craned a swan-like neck to look behind.

"So and so," replied a female's voice; soft and melodious as the sweetest of music that one could ever hope to compose.

A pair of brilliant sapphire depths gazed into two orbs of magnificent indigo as if locked in a battle for supremacy.

The male smiled, one of darkness and of pure lust.

"I have a special job for you."

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As soon as he had entered the house; Kenshin dropped his bag in the coffee table by the living room as he made his way to the kitchen.

The smell of spice and herbs drifted in the air and Kenshin inhaled a great deal of it.

"Yum…pasta." He muttered as his mouth began to water. "White sauced?"

The figure standing over the kitchen turned and Kenshin nearly dropped his jaw in surprise.

"Uncle Hiko?!" He yelled in shock.

The tall, broad-shouldered older man raised an eyebrow at him. He would've looked more intimidated had it not been for the fact that he was wearing…a pink frilly apron?

Kenshin choked in his laughter which resulted in a series of small coughs and chest pain. The redhead pounded his fist against his chest in order for the pain to go away.

"What is it, my idiot nephew?" Hiko asked – or rather ordered – and crossed his arms.

When the coughs subsided; all Kenshin could say was. "Ermm….your apron."

Hiko raised his eyebrow again. "What about it?"

"Ermm…it's pink?"

Hiko rolled his eyes and soon Kenshin found himself nursing a large bump atop his head. Obviously; his uncle had thrown him the jar of sake he always keeps around him.

"Idiot." He muttered. "Only men who are afraid to wear pink are unsure of their masculinity."

"I, on the other hand," With this, Hiko flexed a very masculine arm to prove his point. "…am very comfortable with mine."

Kenshin nursed his aching head. "Yeah. I think I got that message when you threw that sake jar at me." He said sarcastically as he tossed a glare at his uncle.

Hiko merely shrugged his redhead nephew's threat and turned around to stir the pasta noodles around the pot.

"Fix the table, will you? That way; you'll have something to do rather than just lying around."

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"So this is the guy?"

"Yes; my little bird. That is Kenshin Himura; everything you need to know is right there in the folder I gave you,"

A small frown etched upon luscious pink lips.

"A folder? How…nineteenth century of you, my Lord."

"Well you know me; I prefer to keep it simple."

A pair of enchanting eyes rolled at the reply.

"It would've been more simple if you'd just let me use my powers to find him out."

"Tsk, tsk. Now where's the fun in that my little bird?"

"Whatever." came the reply. "So…when do I start?"

"Tonight would be best."

A feminine lithe figure stood up abruptly. "What?! Are you serious?"

"Dead serious…" Then a chuckle.

"Hahaha…dead serious…I made a joke." A male voice quipped up.

"Yeah…right. Anyway, if I may ask my Lord, why him?"

A pause. "Why? Do you doubt me; little bird?"

"Not at all my Lord,"

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A pair of violet eyes snapped open in slight surprise. Something had awakened him from his sleep.

Kenshin cursed the fact that he was a light sleeper; having been trained in the sword-style of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu from his uncle.

The young man surveyed his room with keen eyes. Afterwards, he heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Then, he caught sight of something silvery flashing before him. However, just as quick as it had appeared, it vanished.

Kenshin narrowed his eyes.

Could it be a possible enemy?

He tossed the covers from his body and made a move to stand up when something cold brushed up against his bare chest and pushed him down.

What the hell?

He began to struggle, yet an unseen force seemed to pin him down. The only thing that he could move was his neck and his head.

Though Kenshin sensed the feeling of fear enveloping his being, his mind refused to believe it.

He shook his head as if to rid himself of all thoughts aside from one.

He absolutely refused to believe in such nonsense.

A soft and melodic voice suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Don't be frightened, Kenshin. This will only take a few minutes." The voice sounded feminine.

To his surprise; something cold pressed itself against the center of his forehead.

Kenshin shuddered involuntarily. His body was practically screaming at him to run yet the rational part of his mind refused to let him sway away from his beliefs.

The voice let out a giggle and, to Kenshin's own shock, he smiled.

"I can feel your body shivering." said the voice. "Perhaps you would want to see me?"

As if his body was moving in its own will; Kenshin felt himself nodding his head.

The voice giggled once more. Kenshin saw the stray crimson bangs of his hair that framed his face being brushed behind his ear as if someone had tucked them in. Surprisingly; he felt no fear but relief and probably comfort as well.

"Your wish is my command, then."

A flash of lighting gave light to his room and in the few seconds that it did; Kenshin could've sworn that he saw the lithe figure of a young woman sitting on his lower abdomen with her long legs sprawled by his sides. Long hair the deepest of black covered half of her face but what caught the young man's attention the most was the pair of lovely indigo eyes that gazed down at him and a pair of out-spread luminous black bat-like wings that seemed to shield her form.

Kenshin let out a surprised gasp as a thought crept itself into his mind yet he had no time to voiced it out when what he guessed was the female's lips pressed itself against his opened lips this time.

It was as if an invisible tongue had probed its' way between his lips and was exploring the inside of his mouth as if in need.

Desire rose and pounded in his blood. Kenshin knew that he should be mortified but he wasn't. It felt right and he was powerless against the tide of need and want that seemed to consume him like a wildfire.

Violet dimmed as amber appeared and brightened like molten gold.

Unwary of the change that took place; Kenshin moved his lips and returned the kiss with equal vigor. His own tongue stuck out to meet with the feminine figure's and Kenshin was soon lost in a world of desire and lust.

Soon, however, the female – Kenshin didn't know what to call the figure before him anything else – broke their kiss. Kenshin let out a disappointed groan but was cut off when the female lowered her head and began to trail butterfly kisses down his throat.

He shuddered with want as the female kissed every part of his bare chest then let out a moan as she kissed his lower abdomen…slowly going lower and lower. Kenshin felt his loins beginning to harden and fought to keep his erection under control as she came nearer to his manhood.

Then, she stopped and he opened his eyes.

Through half-lidded and hazy eyes; Kenshin could just make out the tiniest of smiles etched on pink luscious lips.

Right then, if he had the strength to do so, he would blush. He just knew that she had noticed his 'stiffness' even through the fabric of his clothes. She didn't seem to mind though.

"Tonight's just the crème of the top of what you'll experience in the future." muttered the same soft and melodious voice, although it was coated with lust this time.

Still affected by the spell cast upon him; Kenshin could do nothing more then mumbled illegible words and phrases.

The voice giggled and Kenshin felt the figure's nearly-transparent lips kiss the side of his cheek like the precious of petals.

"Farewell." The voice muttered softly for the last time before the figure disappeared; leaving the sweet scent of jasmine in her wake.

It was then that Kenshin took control of his bearings and the youth's eyes snapped open; fully aware.

The redhead made a move to stand up but soon found himself falling in an endless black abyss.

Somewhere along his descend; Kenshin could make up a dark, masculine voice laughing menacingly at him as he continued to fall and…

"THUMP!!"

Kenshin woke up to find himself lying sprawled in the polished mahogany-wood floor. His whole body ached especially his 'thing' and his knee suddenly hurt a great deal while the covers of his blankets were twisted and wrapped around at and below his waist. Sunlight penetrated through the glass of his windows and bathed the room with a warm glow.

Kenshin surveyed his room quickly and was relieved – and disappointed? – that no one was in the room.

'What a weird dream,' Kenshin thought as he covered his mouth to muffle a yawn.

'But it wasn't that all bad I guess.' He admitted to himself and a small mischievous smile twitched at his lips.

Kenshin ran a hand through his tousled crimson hair as he kicked the covers off of him.

Once he had succeeded in this; Kenshin inspected his sore knee and concluded that it had hit the side of his bed and would sport a bruise of a few days.

The redhead shrugged. Nothing big.

Although he still had a problem with his 'thing'. Nothing a very cold shower couldn't solve of course.

Kenshin pulled up his loose black flannel pants that had begun to hang low due to his tossing and turning the night before. He made a move to get up when he noticed something at the corner of his eye.

Half-lying on the floor; Kenshin turned around and picked up a small piece of note.

Encrypted in the paper were the words:

'It wasn't a dream. Thank you for the lovely night.'

Kenshin looked down and there laid a single blue and lavender jasmine flower right before his eyes.

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"I had done my duty." a voice melodious voice said as the owner turned to face the male figure before her.

The male's lips twitched into a small dark smile.

"Good. Phase one is complete and now, we are ready to proceed to phase two."

A pair of indigo eyes rolled. "Really, my Lord, you shouldn't watch too many of those televisions mortals seemed to find fascinating."

The male pouted. "Oh but darling, I love those shows. Especially those bloody war types."

The owner of the enchanting indigo eyes shook her head. The male smiled and traveled a pale hand down the female's soft raven hair and down her back.

He stroked the bat-like winged appendages on her shoulder-blades.

"You should get going; my dear Kaoru. You have a long day ahead of you."

Kaoru merely gave him a fanged smile. She reached a pale slender arm up to brush the male's blonde-black streaked locks away from his face.

"Nothing I couldn't handle, my Lord." came her reply.

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To be continued

Sapphire: Of course it would be Kaoru, who else do you think it was? Besides, she's my favorite. (smiles)

I really hope you guys enjoyed this fic. This was my first time in actually writing a lemon/lime so I have no idea if you would like it or not. The scene on this chapter is actually just a teaser…Please be gentle when you guys flame me ok?

Anyway; can you guys guess what creature of folklore Kaoru is? Or did you guessed it already? (grins) If not; tune in to the next chapter. There; Kaoru will be properly 'introduced'. You'll also get to find out who Kaoru was talking to all this time and also some things will be explained as well. I can't tell you guys yet because it will spoil the story. All I can tell you is that not everything is as what it seems or what you think it is.