Endymion

By dee1600

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. This story was inspired by Hyde's song Shallow Sleep from his Roentgen album.

Author's Note:

Everyone! Sorry for the long wait! I have been busy throughout the holiday season … wrapping gifts, meeting friends and family! Anyway, this is my latest installment. Enjoy!

Sincerely,

dee1600

P.S. I have increased the ratings from T to M due to the foul language and sexual content presented in this chapter.

Chapter 8: Abomination

I always get what I want.

Elegant clothes, expensive colognes, luxurious silks and fabrics, and of course, dazzling women. I have been with a different woman every night. I wonder what it's like to be with only one woman for the rest of your life.

"Brother?"

I am roused from my musings by my little sister who is at the doorway, a nervous expression on her face.

"Come in, Misao."

She came in, a little hesitantly as I looked her over. In a white satin gown, my fiancée looked as elegant as a snow princess. She slowly came to my side, her back tense with all the spectators watching us. I smiled and whispered in her ear:

"Everything's going to be fine. Just follow my lead."

The ceremony was short, formal and direct. We took our bows to the earth and sky. As the ceremony was coming to a close, I saw my sister fidget in her gown. To seal the contract, the couple had to drink the ambrosia. I held the cup of ambrosia to my lips and sipped from it, my eyes locked on hers. Her fingers were trembling badly as she tried to accept the cup. Her eyes had a sickening expression, as if she was about to drink some bitter medicine.

"I can't do this."

And she spilled the ambrosia and left me at the altar, just like that.

I was rejected, spurned by my own sister and for what? For that mortal Shinomori Aoshi who killed her and betrayed her!

Getting her back is my revenge. If anything, keeping her at Shishio's was part of my plan. Shishio has the power to make people forget. And it seemed to have work. She would have completely forgotten about Aoshi had not that damn mortal take her and make himself acquainted with her again. But no matter, Misao is now here and she is mine. Aoshi has at last given up on her. I had always known that humans are so pathetically weak. They surrender so easily.

But now I must go to the second stage of my plan… claiming my sister at last. I take the stairs down the deep dungeon where my sister is presently confined. Do you think that that I would forgive her after that humiliating display on our wedding day 300 years ago? I think not.

I unlock the door and enter the chambers. In the dark recess of this once empty room, I hear the clinking of chains. I smile wistfully as I remember the confused expression on her face when I placed the chains on her neck and wrists and declared that she will be sentenced as I so wished.

"What crime have I committed, Soujiro? What crime?"

I jerk the chain around her neck and her head rests on my chest as she waits for me to answer.

"Sister, you have committed the crime of deceit and treachery. And all for the sake of one moment with the bastard! Well you had your moment, now it's my turn." My harsh words echo in her ear, my hands caressing her black tresses. I can feel her tense with rejection as I smile predatorily. This time there is no chance for her to flee, no chance to escape. This time, she is all mine.

"I will take everything he has taken from you." My tongue flicked against her ear, wanting to torment her more. Her breath hitches in terror and I am truly enamoured by the sound. So sweet that I want to hear more. What would her scream sound like? My hands snake out and roughly pull her against the length of my body, my arousal pressed on her back.

" And more."

My right hand extends to cup her breast. She inhales sharply and my eyes darken. She tries to shake me off her, but I only tighten my hold on her. I am taking what should be mine! I lift her dress, tearing at her undergarments as I force her legs apart and thrust deeply, hurting her more than pleasuring her. My eyes gleam in triumph. She cannot fight me anymore.

" You are now my whore, sister. This is how you will serve me for the rest of your life."