I do not own Rurouni Kenshin Characters. Any and all others are mine.

There is a little cussing and a try at rape, but nothing too graphic. So no like don't read. This story will contain lemon later on. The first lemon will be odd in deed.

Expect slow updates for quality.

I lost my account under the name Zerianyu thus I have started a new count. I am posting the stories once again; the ones that had fewer chapters will be every two weeks. The ones with more chapters will be weekly.

Misao sat in a large meadow adorned in a a black shirt and short of her clan.. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. A sigh escaped her as her thoughts turned from the tranquil scene to her daughter. A smile formed on her face as she heard her daughter approaching.

Michi's little form rapidly approached Misao from behind her small feet crunching loudly as she moved. She lifted her hands to place them on her Mother's shoulders. A cross between a smile and concentration adorned her face. Michi jumped as her moms voice registered in her ears.

"Are you trying to sneak up on me Michi?" Misao said calmly, having sensed her daughter's presence, along with hearing her noisy footsteps.

Michi halted a step away from her mom, a pout on her face. "You're no fun mom; you always know when I'm behind you."

"I'm your mom I should be able to know when you are near, shouldn't I?" Misao laughed as her daughter wrapped her arms around her neck.

"I guess so..." Michi whined.

"In due time, you'll be able to sneak up on me. I'll even teach you to walk softly, alright?"

"MOM REALLY!" Michi jumped back and hollered, a squeal of happiness escaping her.

Misao smiled and slowly turned to face her daughter, yes really. "I learned when I was 5."

"Ahh that's two years away, poooh," Michi pouted.

"Yes it is, but if you keep practicing now, it'll come much easily later." Misao smiled and wrapped her arms around her daughter holding her close. "I love you so much." Misao closed her eyes and tipped her head back slightly, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"I love you to mommy," Michi wrapped her arms around her mom the best she could, laying her head on her mom's chest. "Why are you sad?" Michi's only answer was for her mom to hold her tighter.

Misao took a shuddering breath, inhaling Michi's scent, hoping it would stay with her for the time they were apart. "I'm not…" Misao stopped speaking abruptly. "Stay quiet," Misao whispered then stood. She turned directly, pulling her daughter behind her. "If you've come for him, you have missed him by days. He is no longer living." Misao growled at the empty meadow.

"You mean the father of your whelp." A voice carried from the wood that stood at least five feet away. A black blur was the only warning Misao received as a person shifted into view in front of her.

"You are claiming to know who the father is, but you do not know. We haven't come for him; it's you Makimachi Misao we have come for." The man smirked. "You're whelp of a daughter can stay with your spy clan, but you will be coming with us."

The man grabbed Misao's left arm yanking her toward him. Misao flipped her right wrist back and a small knife appeared in her hand. Quickly she tossed it past the man holding her. A gurgled screech was all she heard because her view was blocked by the man in front of her.

Misao didn't wait for the man's vocalized cry of death before she reacted. "CHINKI NOW!"

"Gotcha Michi." A man with long white hair swooped behind Misao quickly and snatched Michi into his arms. Misao's arm was released as the man realized his tool had been taken from him, and his comrade was dead.

The man growled and gave a grunt as Misao kicked his knee and did a back flip. "If you want to capture me fight me. Leave my daughter be, I know your clan. You would have killed her.

"Why sit in a field, when you can sense me coming?" The man growled, he'd been informed about her skills as a ninja and had doubted them when he'd seen her out in the open field.

"I wanted to spend time with my daughter, before I am taken to be married." The man's eyes widened. "I know of the pact between our clans, to stop the fighting. Yes my parents are dead, along with the father of my child. Whom I know was killed by your clan."

"You're parents tried to get out of the pact, because you having a husband and a child would mean, we could no longer take you, but you did not wed the man. He killed himself by running away. He did not want to wed you, as you did not feel the same either. He ran off..."

"To be with Emiko, I know. He had a right to marry the one he loved, just as I do. I know of the pact, but my child will stay alive. With the pact my child may come and stay with me in two years. In that time, I must obey my husbands command, and never try to run. I won't try to run. If I bare him a child, she can still come be with me." Misao smiled sadly at Michi, whose huge eyes were staring at her fro over Chinki's shoulder.

"Yes you're dear departed parents thought almost everything in the pact, including the death of your husband. In that part of the act you would still have been married and we could not take you. Alas your marriage didn't happen." The man smirked.

At this Chinki stopped and turned around, repositioning Michi so she could see her mother.

"If we can get out of this without fighting so be it. I do not wish for my daughter to have to see me battle anymore." Misao replied with a stoic face.

"As you wish my dear, you will be a queen in the castle. It's..." The man trailed off and walked behind Misao, his hand running over her shoulder and to the back of her neck. "...Such a shame the prince has claim to you. You are a rare spitfire and a beauty. It would be fun to break that spirit of yours.

"Chinki, stay where you are, he is not a loud to do anymore to me." Chinki stopped after one step.

"So I take it this man is your love?"

Misao closed her eyes, "Yes, but that does not matter, I will fulfill the pact to save my clan from an all out war."

"Chinki how does it feel to know you're woman, who you could never have, will be with another."

"She has been with a man before, it does not bother me." Chinki's flat tone defied any emotion he held. The man laughed.

"You are a fool; I would have thought she'd tell you. That child was not born from being one with another man." Misao bowed her head.

"No one in the clan was even told, and I was not allowed to reveal that either." Misao said sadly.

"Yes and it's a known fact that a man to be with a woman who has someone else's child is to dishonor the clan."

"You are still pure Misao, How?" Chinki was surprised, but not angry.

"The scientists of the clan were to find an alternative method, so if anything went wrong, I could still be in the pact. If I was soiled, they had the right to kill my child. I would then be the king's whore, and they could attack our clan. I had to have a husband by my 16th year and a child by my 17th year in order for the pact to be void. If I did they could not attack our clan, we were to come up with a peace treaty. Unfortunately the man that was to marry me had already found love and ran away to be with her. They had taken what they needed from the man for me to produce an heir, and it had been placed in my body. When the man ran, I was already with child, but he did not know. Even if he had known, I doubt he would have stayed and married me. I was 15 when I had Michi, but I had no husband. Thus I was forced to go with the pact. I was too close to 16 to find another man. I even had the baby taken out a different way to stay pure. I am still a virgin in all the ways except I have had a child." Misao took a shuddering breath and hugged herself.

"Why are they taking you now, at 18?"

"Michi had to have me as a mother to feed her and take care of her. They gave me until I was 18. It's been two months more than was discussed because the clan was at war. I received a letter last week telling me they would be coming to take me to their clan this week. Please take care of Michi for me."

"I will." Chinki's voice was solemn.

"Jiya will watch her when needed, he loves her dearly. I was glad I could meet you even if it was too late. Thank you for loving me." Chinki stared at Misao. He nodded as they turned and both left.

'She didn't love me, but she wanted to find someone to love Michi.' Chinki smiled sadly; then looked down at the girl. "Well let's go home k"

"What about mommy?" Michi called.

"She'll be gone for awhile; you will see your mommy again okay."

"NO I WANT MY MOMMY NOW!" Michi started to bawl into Chinki's shirt. When this accomplished nothing, she tried to crawl over his shoulder. Michi stretched her arms out "Mommmy!"

"As do I, but we cannot always have what we want." Chinki said sadly and hurried back to the village, easily holding Michi's writhing form.

"Miss Makimachi, you will be taught how to act the moment we arrive, is that understood."

"Yes it is. How long will it take us to reach your village?"

"It will take a day and a half. When we come to the next village, there is a room reserved for us." The man smirked, as he knew what he would do the moment they were in the room.

"Fine." Misao scowled as she saw the man's smile. 'He's up to something.'

Misao and the strange man, who refused to tell her his name, arrived at the inn about midnight. They received the key and walked up the stairs to the room they were to share. The moment Misao entered, she knew something was amiss. The door was slammed by the ugly man. Misao turned around ready to fight. "What is going on?"

"Let's just say the king does not want the pact to go through, it was very unlikely you were born. No Makimachi in the past 10 years has been a female. The king was looking forward to the pact finally being broken this year, since his child turned out to be a boy. You were born two years later and a female. The king was outraged; he even went to the trouble of gaining an herb that would make sure the baby was a boy. You're stubborn mother refused to take anything for pain, unfortunately, and thus you were a girl." The man approached her and forced her back against the bed. He shoved Misao back and straddled her waist. Misao fought to try and get the man off, but he caught her wrists.

"Let me go, you pig."

"Good thing I came to a brothel, you'll turn out to be a screamer."

Misao couldn't believe her ears. "Get off of me, I have to stay pure."

"Didn't tell you the king does not want the pact to go through, and you being taken by force or by will maters not." Misao tried to use her legs to fight, but to no avail. The man forced both her wrists no one of his hands squeezing them together.

"OW! LET ME GO!" Misao screamed. The man ran his hands down Misao's body roughly, pinching and squeezing none too gently. The man moved his hips; taking his weight off her thighs. Misao took her chance and brought her leg up hitting the man in the head with her shin. The man let her wrists go and sat back on her thighs. Misao sat up and tried to shove the man's weight off her but he wouldn't budge. The man griped his head, as Misao tried to shove his weight off, when the pain had subsided enough, he shoved her back down. He pinned her wrist next to her sides and snarled.

"You fucking wench, you'll pay for that." He was an inch from her mouth; Misao moved her head at the smell of his wretched breath. More weight was put on her breasts, as he moved her arms so his elbows pressed against them.

"AHHHH!" Misao turned her head back, again she smelled his nasty breath, but turning her head seemed to cause her chest to rise a little causing more pain. Misao could feel his breath coming closer to her lips.

Misao blinked, as she felt nothing above her anymore. She heard a growl and sat up, a tall dark and handsome man was standing over the man, that was pinning her moments ago. Two Kodachi against the front of his neck. "You were ordered to bring the girl back to the castle not to rape her." His deep voice growled. His face was set in a look of uncaring.

"Your father told me to stain her so the pact wouldn't be binding." The man sniveled trying to save his life. Misao's eyes widened.

'This is the man I am to marry?' Aoshi cold gaze seemed to sense Misao had figured it out. His sideways gaze met hers and she gulped. His eyes were colder than ice, and the same color.

"So you are the child I have been betrothed to."

'His voice is just as cold as his eyes, the same with his personality.' Misao mused. "For your information, I am no child, I happen to be 18.

"Your age matters not, as I could care less." Aoshi stood to his full height and the man crawled from the room quickly. "You will only be around to provide an heir."

Misao saw red at the comment. "I will not be a whore to a stuck up, conceited prince, who has nothing better to do than make accusations." Aoshi blinked at her, his cold mask falling slightly. "This is a pact we were both brought into. I do not intend to be you're whore. The pact says we are to marry, which means I will be your queen. I will be a partner to you, not just some woman that you can fling around as you wish."

Aoshi chuckled at her. "You have gall, I'll give you that, but you being my equal will never come to be." Aoshi approached her. 'She does have the beauty that has been claimed in the Makimachi line. Her eyes shine even in my presence, is she really not afraid of me?' Aoshi's thoughts stopped as he stood in between her legs, which hung over the bed. "You really do not fear me do you?" Aoshi's deep voice questioned her.

Misao shivered involuntarily, 'His voice is so deep.' "I have no reason to fear you. You harm me in anyway and my clan can attack yours at my will."

Aoshi couldn't believe a woman was acting this way. Most women were either enthralled by his looks, or plain scared because of his cold facade. Aoshi could smell the scent Misao gave off, not even an ounce of fear. He had no idea what compelled him to bend down, so their noses were touching. "Do you think you would have time to send a messenger to your clan, before you were killed?" Aoshi breathed deeply.

"It would not matter if you killed me, your clan can not attack mine, for there is an heir to the Makimachi line." Misao had to use all of he will not to move back. This man ignited something within her; she felt hot and wanted nothing more than to actually have him run his fingers across her skin.

Aoshi knew he needed to back away, before he did something he shouldn't. "You have a child, and yet you remain a virgin. I know the story." Aoshi made sure his voice was clear of emotion. This child was stirring emotions in him he had yet to feel. Her scent was intoxicating and he wanted to kiss her to the point where she would be willing. They had to wait until the marriage ceremony before any of that would happen. Aoshi stood up and stared down into her deep blue eyes. They showed exactly how she felt, 'So this is affecting her as well.' Aoshi was glad he could mask his emotions; it would not due for him to show he actually wanted something from this union, no matter how small. "We should be leaving early, I will tell you to get rest, I do not slow my pace for a woman."

"I won't need you to. I am from a ninja clan as are you." Misao's eyes turned angry. Most men were like him; females were weaker and would not be tolerated by all men.

The war between Aoshi and Misao had begun, who would win it in the end. Misao was determined, to show Aoshi she could hold her own. Aoshi was determined to break the spirit she had, so he could use her and throw her away. 'Who needs a woman around?' Was Aoshi's thought, as he lay down on the floor, ready to sleep for the upcoming day?

Misao watched him and sighed as she lay on the bed. It would be a long day tomorrow.

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