Disclaimer: I do not own Rorouni Kenshin, Samurai X, or any other anime. I do own my storyline, but since I'm posting this on fan fiction I'm getting absolutely no profit from it. I no make money. You no sue.
This chapter is dedicated to all my reviewers. I already have six reviews and the fic hasn't even been up for 24 hours yet. Thank you so much!!!!!!!! I will update soon as possible just for you!
Reminder guide:
"..." mean spoken words
'...' mean thoughts
Begin . . .
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Light. Hesitant and dim it touched the darkness. Thin, gray tendrils, barely visible slid beside the deep night. This gray false dawn created light enough for the crimson to be seen. The only place containing red tonight was the man creeping through the still looming shadows. His hair was as blood.
It seemed strange to the hitokiri that no blood was spilt this night. There would be no scrubbing at stains gotten from his nightly rounds. He had no need to cleanse his sword of the mortality of his nightly victim. He had no reason to scrub at his skin at an attempt to clear the evidence of his work from his skin. All these nightly occurrences that were routine and familiar to him would not be done this night. Other preparations were to be made. He had to put this lingering victim somewhere.
Running along beside Battousai was a haggard-looking young lady. Labored breathing met the killer's ears as he streamed up the fire escape and into his abode. It was well that they had reached the hitokiri's apartment then, for as soon as he gently pushed her toward the couch she collapsed, exhausted. Battousai's eyes widened with something akin to fear as he saw her fall, but instantaneously returned to their cold amber state when he saw she landed on the soft surface of the couch.
"Beautiful." He mused as he watched the even rise and fal of her breathing. 'She looks like an angel, or some kind of spirit.' Battousai shook his crimson mane slowly. 'No. This mission is not yet stable. I cannot allow myself to be distracted.' The flickering of eyelids and increase of her breath brought Battousai's attention sharply back to the victim that lay on his couch.
Momentary confusion greeted Kaoru upon waking, almost immediately to be replaced by a bit of fear and a whole lot of rage. She had been capture! Not only had she been kidnaped, but she had followed, well ran with her arm in his vice grip, without protest or attempt at escape. Now that same man was staring at her, inspecting her like a new and interesting object. This man was staring at her, his gaze penetrating and amber. He was infuriating! She just wanted to wring his neck.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kaoru leapt from the couch with such speed that Battousai was taken aback with surprise.
Kaoru's hands clawed at his throat. Her raging scream was deep and feral. She no longer seemed like an angel, but more closely resembled a half-mad demon. Small, but firm hands closed around the hitokiri's larynx. A small amount of pressure and she could crush his windpipe.
Battousai's body automatically reacted to the attack. His sword flashed eerily in the dark room. All muscles tense, the combatants froze. Had the girl not been trying to kill him, Battousai might have enjoyed the position he now found himself in.
The forward momentum of her attack had thrown them both to the floor. Kaoru was positioned on top of the manslayer. Her hands were securely fastened on his neck. Her eyes glinted with feral glee that only comes after extreme sorrow. Battousai had one arm pinned under his own body weight, the other held his katana. The sharp metal placed against her throat. She upon him, he under her. His blade at her neck, her hands at his.
Both lay paralyzed by the stalemate for a few minutes. Slowly Kaoru's hands retreated. Slowly Battousai withdrew his blade. As soon as the cold steel had left her neck, Kaoru fell. She fell onto her captor weeping from sorrow, fury and fear. Hitokiri Battousai stared at the creature crying into his chest. He had been prepared for another attack, but not tears. Very cautiously, very hesitantly, he wrapped his thin, yet strong arms around her. He gently brought them both up into a sitting position and then into a standing one. Her small fists clasping his clothing, she swept. His body warmth engulfed her and filled her with lassitude. Seeing the small head drooping, he silently steered her toward his futon. After laying her down, he walked into the bathroom.
Battousai examined the nail marks embedded in his neck. A small trickle of red descended lazily from one gouge point.
"I was wrong." He observed. "Blood was to be drawn this night. How could a person so small and fragile-looking draw blood?" He wondered as he stepped into the steaming shower.
The hot water clammed his nerves and soothed his muscles. His mind stayed in the same loops. All the hitokiri could think of was her rage, her eyes, The feel of her body against his.
A soft padding of feet across the floor brought the hitokiri's senses to a peak. He deftly jumped from the shower, all thoughts of the girl gone. He ignored his disregarded clothing and grabbed his katana. Battousai emerged from the bathroom. All of his perceptions were on full range. He could sense somebody's ki coming from the kitchen area. He stealthily crept to the door and silently entered. The sight that met his yellow eyes calmed his adrenaline filled system immediately.
The girl was scrounging around in the cabinets. She was evidently hunger after the night's excursions.
Kaoru felt her captors presence as soon as he entered. She quickly whipped her body around to see him watching her with that cold, but amused look on his face.
'Damn him.' She thought glaring at her captor. All of her attention was focused on his strange expression. His strange crimson locks, his eery amber eyes, his height being nearly the same as her own, were all that Kaoru noticed. It took Kaoru a few minutes of resolute glaring to realize that he was handsome, incredibly handsome, specially when standing, katana in hand, naked. Blushing bright as his hair, Kaoru quickly turned her back to him.
Battousai was momentarily confused by her sudden shyness. He soon noticed that he was standing before a woman, albeit a victim, completely exposed. Uttering a few choice curses about interfering women sneaking around the house, he returned to the bathroom and emerged fully clothed.
"Girl." He commanded.
Kaoru bustled out to him at top speed. She knew that she had probably sealed her fate by attacking him. She stood silently, heart threatening to burst forth from her chest with its frantic beating. Fear and apprehension engulfed her.
"You are my prisoner." He stated without emotion. "You will remain here until I see fit to hand you over to my employers. You are completely at my disposal. My only limitation is that I may not kill you. I am able to do whatever pleases me as long as you remain breathing. You will not attempt an escape. You will not leave this place without me. And you will never attack me again, lest I break my one limitation."
Never once had the killer raised his voice, yet the message burned clear in Kaoru's mind. She was trapped.
As he heard her breathing increase and saw her eyes widen in shock, he grinned to himself.
Fear, anger, and hopelessness washed over Kaoru in waves. The only thing she could think of was that she did not even know the name of this person who had ripped everything she knew from her grasp. This man who had ripped her freedom, life, and hope from her had no name she could attach to him.
"I ask one thing," she spoke with a wavering voice. Battousai was surprised and amused by her bravery. "What is your name?" She spit out before she lost her nerve.
He was noticeably taken aback by her question. 'What should I tell her?' He was rushed with an urge to tell her his true name, Himura Kenshin. He found himself beginning to say this, but immediately stopped the impulse. She would know him by only one name. She would know him as all his other victims had known him.
"I am Hitokiri Battousai." She immediately gasped.
The name hung in the air like a coming storm, oppressing the room with its weight.
"I will make breakfast, girl. Then you will sleep." He commanded the still shocked Kaoru.
'H..h..hitokiri Battousai!' Her mind shrieked. She had been captured by the most lethal, most feared and most dangerous assassins of all, and she had tried to attack him! She was very lucky to still be in one piece. How easy it would have been for him to simply snap her neck as she lunged. He could have simply slit her throat and be rid of her. 'But he didn't.' She reminded herself. 'He was ordered not to kill me. But, he also said he could do what it pleased him to do with me. Oh God! What is he planning?' Kaoru shivered from fear. She was suddenly remembering the way his body moved beneath her when she attacked him. She clutched her shoulder in an attempt to stop shivering. 'NO! I will not seem weak in front of him.'
As she slowly walked into The kitchen following his call, her mind wandered
'Oh, my dear, please save me!' She thought to a man alone in the woods, waiting for her to come with him. He was so kind, so loving. She knew he would come to rescue her, his betrothed.
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Oh yes my dears, a cliffhanger. No worries, you will find out who it is in the next chapter.
Review please! Oh and can anyone give me a list of what The Japanese words for the clothing for male and female are? I keep having to say clothing or apparel and it's getting repetitive. Hope you had a great time reading this. More updates soon!
Reviewers corner (well really It's half a page),
I would first like to thank everyone who reviewed Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!!
Ewunia: I will update as soon as I can every time. I received your review message 15 minutes after I posted the story. You inspired me to finish the rest of chapter 2 that night and post it today. Thank you so much *huggles Ewunia*
Luna Angel: It will have fun and laughter but also a lot of drama, so be prepared to cry as well as laugh.
Nicky: Kaoru always amuses The Battousai that way. I love creating those kinds of scenes. Oh and no, she was not expecting The Battousai, but she was going to meet someone else! Bad Baka_Ryu, Bad *hits self with back of hand* I will not give away plot line I will not give away plot lines.
Sarah: I'm glad Sarah likes. Sarah wants more? Sarah review if Sarah wants more. I will update definitely, and as fast as my summer project, work, and chores will let me.
Noelle: This story will have quite a few twists. I have a definite plot in mind. I hope you enjoy how it progresses.
Vegeta26: You got it correct. This is set in the revolution. Just forget about Tomoe . . . she doesn't exist in my fic. Kenshin is a complete Battousai, there is no difference. I'm glad I got his mind set correct, it took me a while to get into the writing style of The Battousai side. I will continue to post as long as I know my readers continue to enjoy it.
Okay now it's your turn. Give me a review with comments, suggestions, things I did wrong, things I did right, anything so I can see those gorgeous review alerts.
Next update will come soon because I am loving this story so much.
This chapter is dedicated to all my reviewers. I already have six reviews and the fic hasn't even been up for 24 hours yet. Thank you so much!!!!!!!! I will update soon as possible just for you!
Reminder guide:
"..." mean spoken words
'...' mean thoughts
Begin . . .
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Light. Hesitant and dim it touched the darkness. Thin, gray tendrils, barely visible slid beside the deep night. This gray false dawn created light enough for the crimson to be seen. The only place containing red tonight was the man creeping through the still looming shadows. His hair was as blood.
It seemed strange to the hitokiri that no blood was spilt this night. There would be no scrubbing at stains gotten from his nightly rounds. He had no need to cleanse his sword of the mortality of his nightly victim. He had no reason to scrub at his skin at an attempt to clear the evidence of his work from his skin. All these nightly occurrences that were routine and familiar to him would not be done this night. Other preparations were to be made. He had to put this lingering victim somewhere.
Running along beside Battousai was a haggard-looking young lady. Labored breathing met the killer's ears as he streamed up the fire escape and into his abode. It was well that they had reached the hitokiri's apartment then, for as soon as he gently pushed her toward the couch she collapsed, exhausted. Battousai's eyes widened with something akin to fear as he saw her fall, but instantaneously returned to their cold amber state when he saw she landed on the soft surface of the couch.
"Beautiful." He mused as he watched the even rise and fal of her breathing. 'She looks like an angel, or some kind of spirit.' Battousai shook his crimson mane slowly. 'No. This mission is not yet stable. I cannot allow myself to be distracted.' The flickering of eyelids and increase of her breath brought Battousai's attention sharply back to the victim that lay on his couch.
Momentary confusion greeted Kaoru upon waking, almost immediately to be replaced by a bit of fear and a whole lot of rage. She had been capture! Not only had she been kidnaped, but she had followed, well ran with her arm in his vice grip, without protest or attempt at escape. Now that same man was staring at her, inspecting her like a new and interesting object. This man was staring at her, his gaze penetrating and amber. He was infuriating! She just wanted to wring his neck.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kaoru leapt from the couch with such speed that Battousai was taken aback with surprise.
Kaoru's hands clawed at his throat. Her raging scream was deep and feral. She no longer seemed like an angel, but more closely resembled a half-mad demon. Small, but firm hands closed around the hitokiri's larynx. A small amount of pressure and she could crush his windpipe.
Battousai's body automatically reacted to the attack. His sword flashed eerily in the dark room. All muscles tense, the combatants froze. Had the girl not been trying to kill him, Battousai might have enjoyed the position he now found himself in.
The forward momentum of her attack had thrown them both to the floor. Kaoru was positioned on top of the manslayer. Her hands were securely fastened on his neck. Her eyes glinted with feral glee that only comes after extreme sorrow. Battousai had one arm pinned under his own body weight, the other held his katana. The sharp metal placed against her throat. She upon him, he under her. His blade at her neck, her hands at his.
Both lay paralyzed by the stalemate for a few minutes. Slowly Kaoru's hands retreated. Slowly Battousai withdrew his blade. As soon as the cold steel had left her neck, Kaoru fell. She fell onto her captor weeping from sorrow, fury and fear. Hitokiri Battousai stared at the creature crying into his chest. He had been prepared for another attack, but not tears. Very cautiously, very hesitantly, he wrapped his thin, yet strong arms around her. He gently brought them both up into a sitting position and then into a standing one. Her small fists clasping his clothing, she swept. His body warmth engulfed her and filled her with lassitude. Seeing the small head drooping, he silently steered her toward his futon. After laying her down, he walked into the bathroom.
Battousai examined the nail marks embedded in his neck. A small trickle of red descended lazily from one gouge point.
"I was wrong." He observed. "Blood was to be drawn this night. How could a person so small and fragile-looking draw blood?" He wondered as he stepped into the steaming shower.
The hot water clammed his nerves and soothed his muscles. His mind stayed in the same loops. All the hitokiri could think of was her rage, her eyes, The feel of her body against his.
A soft padding of feet across the floor brought the hitokiri's senses to a peak. He deftly jumped from the shower, all thoughts of the girl gone. He ignored his disregarded clothing and grabbed his katana. Battousai emerged from the bathroom. All of his perceptions were on full range. He could sense somebody's ki coming from the kitchen area. He stealthily crept to the door and silently entered. The sight that met his yellow eyes calmed his adrenaline filled system immediately.
The girl was scrounging around in the cabinets. She was evidently hunger after the night's excursions.
Kaoru felt her captors presence as soon as he entered. She quickly whipped her body around to see him watching her with that cold, but amused look on his face.
'Damn him.' She thought glaring at her captor. All of her attention was focused on his strange expression. His strange crimson locks, his eery amber eyes, his height being nearly the same as her own, were all that Kaoru noticed. It took Kaoru a few minutes of resolute glaring to realize that he was handsome, incredibly handsome, specially when standing, katana in hand, naked. Blushing bright as his hair, Kaoru quickly turned her back to him.
Battousai was momentarily confused by her sudden shyness. He soon noticed that he was standing before a woman, albeit a victim, completely exposed. Uttering a few choice curses about interfering women sneaking around the house, he returned to the bathroom and emerged fully clothed.
"Girl." He commanded.
Kaoru bustled out to him at top speed. She knew that she had probably sealed her fate by attacking him. She stood silently, heart threatening to burst forth from her chest with its frantic beating. Fear and apprehension engulfed her.
"You are my prisoner." He stated without emotion. "You will remain here until I see fit to hand you over to my employers. You are completely at my disposal. My only limitation is that I may not kill you. I am able to do whatever pleases me as long as you remain breathing. You will not attempt an escape. You will not leave this place without me. And you will never attack me again, lest I break my one limitation."
Never once had the killer raised his voice, yet the message burned clear in Kaoru's mind. She was trapped.
As he heard her breathing increase and saw her eyes widen in shock, he grinned to himself.
Fear, anger, and hopelessness washed over Kaoru in waves. The only thing she could think of was that she did not even know the name of this person who had ripped everything she knew from her grasp. This man who had ripped her freedom, life, and hope from her had no name she could attach to him.
"I ask one thing," she spoke with a wavering voice. Battousai was surprised and amused by her bravery. "What is your name?" She spit out before she lost her nerve.
He was noticeably taken aback by her question. 'What should I tell her?' He was rushed with an urge to tell her his true name, Himura Kenshin. He found himself beginning to say this, but immediately stopped the impulse. She would know him by only one name. She would know him as all his other victims had known him.
"I am Hitokiri Battousai." She immediately gasped.
The name hung in the air like a coming storm, oppressing the room with its weight.
"I will make breakfast, girl. Then you will sleep." He commanded the still shocked Kaoru.
'H..h..hitokiri Battousai!' Her mind shrieked. She had been captured by the most lethal, most feared and most dangerous assassins of all, and she had tried to attack him! She was very lucky to still be in one piece. How easy it would have been for him to simply snap her neck as she lunged. He could have simply slit her throat and be rid of her. 'But he didn't.' She reminded herself. 'He was ordered not to kill me. But, he also said he could do what it pleased him to do with me. Oh God! What is he planning?' Kaoru shivered from fear. She was suddenly remembering the way his body moved beneath her when she attacked him. She clutched her shoulder in an attempt to stop shivering. 'NO! I will not seem weak in front of him.'
As she slowly walked into The kitchen following his call, her mind wandered
'Oh, my dear, please save me!' She thought to a man alone in the woods, waiting for her to come with him. He was so kind, so loving. She knew he would come to rescue her, his betrothed.
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Oh yes my dears, a cliffhanger. No worries, you will find out who it is in the next chapter.
Review please! Oh and can anyone give me a list of what The Japanese words for the clothing for male and female are? I keep having to say clothing or apparel and it's getting repetitive. Hope you had a great time reading this. More updates soon!
Reviewers corner (well really It's half a page),
I would first like to thank everyone who reviewed Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!!
Ewunia: I will update as soon as I can every time. I received your review message 15 minutes after I posted the story. You inspired me to finish the rest of chapter 2 that night and post it today. Thank you so much *huggles Ewunia*
Luna Angel: It will have fun and laughter but also a lot of drama, so be prepared to cry as well as laugh.
Nicky: Kaoru always amuses The Battousai that way. I love creating those kinds of scenes. Oh and no, she was not expecting The Battousai, but she was going to meet someone else! Bad Baka_Ryu, Bad *hits self with back of hand* I will not give away plot line I will not give away plot lines.
Sarah: I'm glad Sarah likes. Sarah wants more? Sarah review if Sarah wants more. I will update definitely, and as fast as my summer project, work, and chores will let me.
Noelle: This story will have quite a few twists. I have a definite plot in mind. I hope you enjoy how it progresses.
Vegeta26: You got it correct. This is set in the revolution. Just forget about Tomoe . . . she doesn't exist in my fic. Kenshin is a complete Battousai, there is no difference. I'm glad I got his mind set correct, it took me a while to get into the writing style of The Battousai side. I will continue to post as long as I know my readers continue to enjoy it.
Okay now it's your turn. Give me a review with comments, suggestions, things I did wrong, things I did right, anything so I can see those gorgeous review alerts.
Next update will come soon because I am loving this story so much.