Chapter Three
(In the morning)
"Really?" said Aoshi, spinning silently (in a cozy chair) in a large room with a desk. The desk had different piles of paper all over it. It was not Aoshi's desk. He would never own a desk so… messy. "Well, get him back."
"I have a bounty on his head already, Aoshi," said the male on the other end of the telephone call. He coughed and looked out the window that looked inside the factory he owned. The factory was the "Red Factory".
"How much and for how long?" It was safe to use this phone line, because if anyone were trying to listen in, it would be scrambled. Aoshi scribbled something on a piece of paper: Selo.
"150K and we have had it out for about a week now…" The man sighed loudly, and stretched back in the leather chair he sat in. "Maybe, it's too little?"
"No, no," said Aoshi, rubbing his forehead, softly. "It is just the right amount of cash for something so minor."
"Yes." He chuckled, darkly, nodding his head and swinging his legs to cross on top of the rich desk. "Aoshi, I don't even know how he got out… I am starting to wonder if it had help to get out of the factory."
"…" Aoshi narrowed his eyes at the sliding door, two people were standing on the outside of it. "I'll talk to you later."
"All right, just call if you need back up," said the man, smirking, and hanging up the phone. "You know how we hate it when you aren't here," he said to himself.
A big crash shook the building under his feet. He slammed open the door and his footsteps thudded on the staircase as he descended. "What the hell happened!" He stood in front of thirty men trying to restrain a seven-foot man. A wall, nearby his feet, was dust.
"Sorry, Mr. R!" shouted the men in unison. Another man with blue eyes came down from another pair of stairs and a slick, black rifle was in his hands.
He kneeled on the ground, and positioned the gun. "MOVE!" he shouted, the five men in his range jumped out of the way. He pulled back the trigger and sent the dart into the man's neck. "Night, night J201."
J201 fell to the floor, he looked like he was shivering, but it was only a minor side effect of the dart. The men tied ropes around his ankles and hauled him away.
"Follow me, Jin-e," said Mr. Red, motioning the blue-eyed man to follow. Jin-e shook his head, studying J201, before lifting his gaze to meet Mr. Red's glare.
"Put him in a new holding cell and get more sedatives in his system!" ordered another man with a red hard hat. He nodded to Jin-e and Mr. Red. "Sorry about this, Mr. Red and Master Jin-e."
They nodded. "Why aren't you coming with me, Jin-e?" asked Mr. Red, standing too close for comfort, beside Jin-e. Being near Mr. Red was very dangerous and sometimes Jin-e wondered why Mr. Red followed Aoshi instead of trying to take control of the organization. He might win against Aoshi, and that was a scary thought.
"I'm meeting someone for a drink and if I don't appear she will get pissed." Mr. Red's black emotionless eyes dug deep into Jin-e's skull. He nodded and walked back up the stairs to the private office he had there.
Jin-e looked at the ground for a moment, a picture of her appearing in his mind. He loved her, but he wanted to kill her sister for being Battousai's fuck buddy. That little twit that had beaten his techniques when trying to manipulate the Battousai into telling him where his factory was. Both sides had factories to his knowledge. This factory, the Red Factory, was Hell. This place could make real people, not clones, and not babies. Adults or teenagers, really whatever age they wanted to make them. They would use these "people" in experiments; cruel and inhumane experiments. They inject diseases in them and try to isolate the virus so they can cure it; kill it. But that was only some of them. Others were given injections to see how their body would react to it. Some were even created to give their organs away in the black market. Their organs matched perfectly to the receiver no matter what his or her blood type was. Diseases could never infect the organs and organs were "built to last". Even after the person died the organ would still be like brand new if you put it in another body.
"Aoshi?" asked Saitou, after Aoshi had hung up the phone.
"Yes, I am finished with the phone, Saitou," he said, quickly, walking through the doorway. He paused and turned his head. "I'm… Thank you, Saitou-san." He hastily walked down the long stretch of the long hallway and turned into the room where the men of Battousai were having a drink and talking. Gossiping crows…
"I heard that they were fighting for some time about something," one of the men with a cold bottle of sake in his hand.
"They are always fighting you moron!" shouted another, throwing a piece of crushed paper at his head.
"I think she was mad about not having shoes," mentioned another.
"No, no," said someone else, taking a hefty slurp of sake in soda. "Some baka left a huge scratch on her ride."
"Her ride?" asked the third man, stirring his drink with the straw in it.
"Her motorcycle, the black one," said the first. The second burped loudly.
"'Scuse me," he said, softly, looking down at his beer and sake mix. "They… um…"
"What'd you say?" asked the fourth. The men in the room all had their eyes on the second speaker. Aoshi scooted through the crowded room and grabbed a bottle of old wine.
"They caught the guy who did it," the second started, his eyes dimmed. "And they-"
"It was intentional," interrupted Aoshi, pouring the wine into a beer glass. "He was pissed, because he had to put it on the plane and then guard it the whole time to make sure that no one messed with it… But he did." The room grew silent and all the men looked to the inside of their glasses.
"What was his punishment? I bet Miss Kaoru kicked his ass!" shouted the first speaker, trying to lighten the mood.
"No," said Aoshi, sitting in a corner on a rug. He placed his sword and the wine bottle on the floor beside him. "No one told Miss Kaoru. She believes her 'ride' is getting a wax and a new paint job in a dark gray." He sighed. "She even requested that there be Sakura flower petals painted in black and a lighter gray on it." He paused, trying to remember the rest of her request. "I believe she also wanted the initials K, B, and F engraved on the side." He did not know what KBF was, and he knew that it had to be very important by the negativity in the room.
"She has some nerve," one hissed.
"No kiddin'," agreed a neighbor, and a few nods and grumbles confirmed what Aoshi thought.
"What does KBF mean?" he asked, some of them glared at the other.
"We aren't allowed to discuss it with a member that has only been here a year."
"When the Battousai wants you to know what it means, he will tell you." Everyone, expect the speaker and Aoshi, nodded. When he wants you to know… Aoshi groaned inwardly, he had heard something about KBF before. It sounded so familiar, where had he heard it? Aoshi gripped the thin neck of the wine bottle and the hilt of his sword, and left the room. Leaving his glass on the counter; he had not taken it with him. KBF… What did that mean? He wanted to find out. He had to find out. He needed a phone, cell phone or telephone it did not matter to him. He would make a call, put out money to see what people knew of KBF. He needed to use Saitou phone line again.
(At the same time)
"I like this room, Sanosuke-kun," said Kaoru, cheerfully, prancing around with her bare feet. "It is much better than the one Battousai-san gave me last time." She smiled widely, and hugged Sano from behind. "Thank you, Sanosuke-kun." She kissed him on his cheek, knowing that would make him blush a little. He backed away from her and started to walk towards the sliding door. "Oh, Sanosuke-kun?" He turned to look at her.
"What?" he asked, quickly, letting one arm rest against the back of his head.
"When do I get my shoes?" She glared at him, bunching up her smile into a tight frown.
"When you get your shoes, of course," he said, calmly, backing up into the hallway. Running away, are we now? She followed him into the hallway, still glaring. "Kaoru-chan…"
"And where is my motorcycle?" He had his back pressed up against a wall. "Well, Sano-kun?" She poked him in the chest with her index finger. Kuno, appearing from the shadows, coughed.
"Um, Miss Kaoru-chan?" he asked, loud enough to be heard from where he was standing. He was about twenty feet away from them.
"Why are you standing all the way over there?" asked Sano, raising an eyebrow.
"I ask the questions, Sano-kun!" ordered Kaoru. She turned her glare over to Kuno and pointed her finger at him. "Why are you standing all the way over there?" Sano rolled his eyes, and noticed Rin walking up from out of the front hallway. Sano walked over to him.
"Hey, Rin-kun," said Sano, standing right in front of him, and taking a box out of Rin'a hands so he could see who it was.
"Oh, hey, Sano-sama," said Rin, shakily walking over to Kaoru's room. Sanosuke noticed that he was dragging a wagon by a rope tied around his leg, and another wagon was tied to that wagon.
"Do you need help?" Sano asked, his eyes just now noticing how many boxes he was actually carrying.
"OH! YES!" Rin shouted, giving the five boxes he was carrying to Sano, and he untied the rope and pulled it by hand. "Thank you, Sanosuke-sama." He blushed, faintly and led the wagons into the room. Sano sighed.
"I came to bring you shoes, Miss Kaoru-chan," said Kuno, feeling discomfort with Kaoru seething against him. She stopped seething for a moment and was completely happy.
"Well?" she asked, fanning eyelashes at him. "Where are they?"
"Right, here," he said and pointed behind him. Five people carrying three boxes of shoes each was standing behind Kuno. Kaoru nodded in contentment. Kuno was just happy knowing she was pleased for the time being.
"Put them in my room." She walked back into her room, gasping at how much junk was in there.
"Why did you get so much crap for Miss Kaoru-chan?" asked Sano, putting down the boxes on a shelf, and stretching to try to get the kink out of his back. He groaned, softly. Rin loaded the other shelves, neatly, with the books and paper, and other objects she had wanted.
"Could you unload those boxes into the closet for her, Sano-sama, please?" asked Rin, tossing an empty box into the wagon. He raised a silent eyebrow and nodded. He lifted the boxes again and waddled over to the closet. Someone gasped.
"Damn," said Kuno, softly pushing past Kaoru. She moved out of the way and walked further into the room. Sanosuke was hanging up overly fancy kimonos and putting away a box full of gold pins.
"Thank you, Rin-kun!" she said, gleefully, watching the people load her closet further with shoes, some new and older looking. "Maybe this time Battousai won't sell my belongings in the black market when I'm not around," she grumbled. Kuno started gag and ran out of the room, the five shoe carriers followed, swiftly. Sano shifted uneasily.
"Actually," said Rin, calmly. He was not the one or the ones who did it. "It wasn't Battousai, it was some of his members who thought that it would be funny to sell your stuff." Kaoru narrowed her eyes at Rin and glared. He shut up and threw another box into the wagon. She sighed and walked over to her bed. It was a built into the floor bed, a mattress with silk sheets on it and a cozy comforter. She laid down on and closed her eyes. Her arms were sprawled out and her legs were crossed.
"I know you didn't do it, Rin-kun," she said, keeping her eyes closed, her voice wasn't filled with anger. "I doubt Sano did it." Sanosuke shook his head, sitting cross-legged beside Kaoru. Rin finished loading the shelves and was now plugging electronics into the wall. He put pillows around that area.
"Do you have a computer, Miss Kaoru-chan?" he asked, falling face forward as the pillow he was sitting on, moved back. "Ow."
"Yes, it's in my luggage." Ten people came in carrying a single bag each. "It's in the black bag that looks like one of those that holds a laptop." Rin nodded, and grabbed it from the pile.
(In the afternoon)
"I need information about KBF," Aoshi whispered into the phone, watching closely for anyone listening in. "Put the price at one thousand. Unless, they have more information than just what it means."
"Of course, Aoshi-dono," said Mr. Red, nodding and typing it into a computer. "I'll get as much info about it as possible. It sounds familiar. I believe it is the innkeeper to the black market sometimes." Aoshi nodded, rubbing droplets of sweat off his forehead. He sighed, glancing at the ceiling.
"Any news?" he asked in a whisper.
"We need a large gem," said Mr. Red. "All I want is your permission to put it on the bounty list."
"Go ahead," Aoshi whispered. "What is it?"
"A 100 karat diamond in Lord Loki's house," said Mr. Red, slowly. "It is necessary for a huge experiment. I would like to explain it to you, but not over the phone. I know you understand."
"Yes, of course. I understand. I shall talk to you later." He hung up the phone and fled through a secret door in his office. He snuck through the men's baths and walked towards the main hall.
"Good afternoon, Battousai-san," said Kaoru, walking towards him in another kimono that was blue and orange. He sitting in front of a large, almost deserted table. The five people, sitting at the table and closest to the Battousai, looked up.
"You are excused," he said to them as he felt Kaoru approaching. She laughed, softly, and sat on the first empty cushion next to him. "Good afternoon, Miss Kaoru-san." She pecked his cheek, lightly, and pulled away. He held her right hand under the table as her left pulled a paper out of her kimono. He rubbed his thumb on her hand. She looked at the paper, but when he tried to see what she was reading, it was blank to him. It was that paper again. That stupid paper she had with her all the time.
"I need you to sign some papers for me later tonight," she said, softly, turning to face him and setting the paper on the table. He nodded, watching her with loving eyes.
"Who wants those pictures of me?" he asked, the edges of his lips rising. He was having a mini thumb war with her.
"I can't tell you, tono," she whispered, fighting with his thumb with her own. "My sweetheart." She smiled, and jerked her hand toward her body. Kissing his lips softly. He laughed, silently, and jerked their hands toward himself. Kissing her lips, domineeringly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, she gasped, half surprised at the action. Revenge! She screamed in her mind. She pushed him back with her hand on his chest. He narrowed his eyes in sinister amusement. He was starting to get the advantage and she knew it. She frowned, stubbornly, standing up. He stood up, and tried to trick her into kissing him again. She passed him instead and pushed him against the table.
A few minutes later…
Somehow, they ended up standing on the large conference table, still having there little thumb fight.
"You can't beat me, Miss Kaoru-san," said Battousai, smiling, wickedly at her. She glared at him, but was smiling too.
"Oh, yeah? Hmm, tough guy Battousai-san?" she challenged. A crowd was growing in the room as they silently watched. He walked forward causing her to have to jump over a candle in the middle of the table. It was lit and she had no need for fires. She also noticed that her paper was near it. She was shoved backwards again. She jumped over another candle, landing on the sitting cushions of the Battousai. He knelt down to her level, doing so he knocked over a candle. How ungraceful!
Kaoru grabbed the paper as the candle's flame tried to ignite it. It didn't. it didn't even leave a tarnished mark on the paper. She flapped it and slipped it back into her shirt. Sanosuke walked into the room.
"Can't you two ever have a normal conversation," he complained, tapping Battousai on the shoulder. She placed her thumb on top of the Battousai's.
"HAH!" she shouted, letting go of his hand and jumping to the side as he sat on his cushion. "I won!" He narrowed his eyes, again, and held out his hand.
"Not for long," he hissed, she smirked at his challenge. Sanosuke sighed and grabbed their wrists, and made their hands slap each others face.
"Knock it off, Battousai-san and Miss Kaoru-chan.," he advised, letting go of their arms. "Your next meeting his here, Battousai-san."
"Sorry, and thank you Sano-kun," said Kaoru, walking out of the room quickly. Battousai frowned and settled down into his cushion.
"Reset the table, and then let them in," Battousai ordered, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes in thought. What does she want me to sign again?
The table was reset quickly and the guests were escorted in just as quick. "Lunch will be ready in five minutes," whispered a servant of Battousai's. Battousai nodded and waved his hand.
"Welcome friends!" he said, loudly, to the group, opening his eyes and making them feel welcomed.
Kaoru walked into her room to see Rin still plugging all of her toys in. "Rin-kun!" He practically jumped from where he crouched. He turned quickly around and faced her in a bow. "Are you still?" She sighed.
"Sorry, Miss Kaoru-chan," he said, looking up at her. She nodded.
"I need you to do something for me," she said, softly, grasping his shoulders to make him stand.
"What is it?" She smiled, making him twitch.
"You can go and have a good afternoon's nap." He nodded, dumbly, and left through the doorway, shutting it behind him. She smiled to herself now and plopped herself down in front of her laptop. Taking the camera out of a bag and connecting cords. She uploaded the laptop with the pictures she needed to print out for Kuno and Saitou. Kuno was the one who had wanted the autographed pictures of Kenshin. It was funny, she had only found out since it appeared on the list. She would need to print three hundred photos for the two men. God, it was going to be tiring to have to replace the ink cartridge so much. She wanted to go ask someone else to do it, but she could not risk it. "Print," she mumbled, pressing the button and checking the printer for photo paper. Good. All is in order. Now to wait. She sighed and collapsed on top of her bed to take a short nap, before it needed more ink.
Aoshi listened closely to the meeting Battousai was having. Aoshi was hidden in the shadows, and did not at any cost want to be discovered. It would risk everything he had established for the year of him being here.
"Now, now," said an older man, motioning for a hush. "Let's start on the important topic."
"Are there problems, Teko-san?" asked Battousai, sipping the sake cup in front of him.
"Yes," his assistant said, swiftly.
"Someone has put a bounty out to find out knowledge on KBF," said Teko, quickly, glaring at Muki. Muki looked down at his lap, setting the cup in his hand on the table. "For 1 thousand dollars, probably more if asked."
"Disturbing," said Battousai, glaring at the crowd. How did someone find out about KBF? No one really knew what KBF was. It was the name of the factory he owned: "K and B factory".
"They also put a bounty on my diamond!" screamed a whiny voice, his guards looked at him.
"And they put a bounty on some kid's head that I'm taking care of at the moment!" shouted someone else, people turned to see who it was, but they couldn't find the source.
"Any other bounties?" Battousai asked, growing a headache.
"Nope, none that are directly influenced on us," said Teko, rubbing is chin thought.
"Why don't we put a bounty out?" asked Muki, slamming his fist on the table, and, apparently, angry.
"Good idea," said Sanosuke, smirking, slightly. "How about we steal that vase that was taken from us in the black market sale we were having."
"Heh," said Battousai, remembering the incident. "We never did figure out who stole it and sold it."
"Probably the same person who sold Miss Kaoru's belongings," said Rin, walking and sitting a cushion away from Battousai. In other words, beside Sanosuke. Sano nodded.
"He's likely right, Battousai-dono," said Sanosuke to Battousai. Battousai nodded after a few seconds.
"Put out other bounties too," he said, rubbing his lip with thumb in thought. "See if we can get info on who set out that first bounty you spoke of, Teko." Teko nodded and Muki scribbled it down in a notebook.
Aoshi sleeked through the shadows and walked down the hallway, intent on using Saitou's phone line again. He slid open the door a crack. He noticed Kaoru's hunched position on Saitou's desk.
"Um… Yes. Yes. Hell no," she said, rubbing her forehead. To Aoshi it looked like she was about to blow up in stress. "Yes. No! Don't add that, he hates that!" She paused. "Yes. When? Okay, could you make it sooner? Please? I only have a few days." Another pause. "How much? WHAT! Okay, fine, just have it finished by tomorrow afternoon. Thank you. I will have someone wise pick it up. He will have the money you want. Do not tell him what it is. Yes, thank you. Thank you very much!" He closed the door and walked away to hide in the shadows. She walked out of the room, looked around, knowing someone was there. Then she walked back to her room. "Hope they finish the meeting soon."
Aoshi walked into the room, hastily, finding Saitou at his desk. "Saitou?" he whispered, he clasped a hand over his mouth hoping Saitou hadn't heard him. Saitou looked up, his gaze friendly.
"Oh, hello, Aoshi-san," he said, signing a paper. "What do you need?"
"… What did Miss Kaoru-chan call about?" he asked, changing the subject. Saitou rolled his eyes, dramatically.
"She is getting a present for Rin-kun," he whispered to Aoshi, a paper fell off his desk and he leaned over to pick it up. Half the papers on his desk fell off with him. Aoshi smirked and left the room. So that was why he hadn't noticed Saitou earlier. "Aoshi?" Saitou looked around and shrugged. Stupid papers, he thought to himself. Picking them up and organizing them again.
Kaoru walked down the hall and turned into another hallway, and she turned into her room. Battousai will not be here for an hour or three. Hmm…She walked forward, picked up a yukata, and headed into her bathroom.
It was actually the only women's bathroom for the whole west wing of the house, but there were no other women around here. This was Battousai's wing after all. This wing was meant for business, him, and her. She stripped her clothes off, and snuggled into the warmth of the water. A waterfall kept the water recycling itself, coming down clean and hot. She wrapped a towel around her body in the water and placed a wash cloth over her eyes. Sweet harmony. She smiled in contentment. She reached over, temporally letting the wash cloth fall, and threw the bubble bath container into the waterfall. She placed the wash cloth back onto her eyes and felt the bubbles grow. Her body fell numb with pleasure of the peacefulness.
Aoshi walked down the same hallways as Kaoru, and turned to the front of her door. It was closed. He opened it a crack and saw no one was there. He walked inside silently, and shut the door behind him. He walked towards the large piles of papers on the floor. They were photos. Of Battousai when he was kind and selfless, and of a strange man with five skinny whores. He noticed a paper beside the photos and picked it up. Both sides were blank, but the paper felt rough, like it was written on. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see something he clearly was not seeing. He blew on it for some reason, he wasn't sure why he had. Near the bottom of the page in thick black font, the words: 10. Aoshi suddenly appeared. He widened his eyes in surprise slightly, and threw down the paper. He felt the urge to convulse as strange sensations filled him. He back up away from the paper, he was shaking uncontrollably. Why was his name there? Why? Why hadn't it been there before? Why was it there!
He disappeared through the door, closing it behind him. He heard the door to her bathroom slide open. He walked down the hallway. He needed another drink; that wine did nothing for him. He narrowed his eyes in silent anger for his confusion. Why? She didn't even know him, how did she get his name? Who was she to Battousai?
Kaoru walked out of the bathroom a bit dazzled, and got dressed into clean clothes. She would need to get someone to clean her clothes for her, because Battousai would not let her leave him tonight. She walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her, and walked to the main hall. She knew it was nighttime, because of the darkness that was worse than usual. I hope he has finished his meeting. I cannot imagine what they would have to talk about for so long…
She slid the door open a crack, Battousai and Sanosuke were talking in hushed tones together and Rin was standing near them, watching the room. No one else was there. Kaoru walked forward into the view sight of Rin and bowed to him in greeting.
"I hope," she said, sweetly, placing a hand on Sano's shoulder. "You two are done-"
"I'm sorry, Miss Kaoru-chan," interrupted Sanosuke, turning to look at her. "But we will be another hour. Then you can have Kenshin-san." She looked, blankly, at him for a moment and then nodded, smiling.
"That's alright," she said, walking away. "I almost forgot about something else I had to do first." She took a pin from her pocket and put up her hair. Not looking back at their surprised faces.
"Do you think it is one of the new people?" whispered Sano, looking back at Battousai. "It would probably be more likely be one of them over a long term member. A long term member would've acted up by now."
Battousai nodded, and yawned. "Unless… he is in cahoots with the traitor."
"Traitor," breathed Rin, narrowing his eyes and gripping the hilt of his sword tightly in hand. "Traitor."
Kaoru walked into her room and picked up the pictures for Saitou. She had almost forgotten about them. She slipped them into a folder, and walked to Saitou's office, calculating the amount of cash she could get off this. Maybe she could just get him to pay for Rin's new sword. Rin's sword only cost a thousand dollars more than these pictures.
"How much?" asked Saitou, calmly, rewriting a check. He sighed as his shaky hand messed up the zeros again. She sighed, narrowing her eyes at him.
"20 thousand, Saitou, for 100 photos." She sighed, again, wondering if she should just have him pay for the sword. "Would you prefer paying for Rin's present instead, Saitou?" She smirked at him, evilly.
He shook his head and slammed his checkbook down on the table. She tilted her head in confusion. "How about I just give it to you in cash," he said, and she smiled.
"That'll do. I prefer American money or Japanese money." He nodded, unlocking a safe in the floor.
"Half American and half Japanese?" She nodded, and watched him fill a black metal suitcase full of cash and ryō.
"Nice doing business with you… Saitou…" He handed the suitcase to her, taught her the lock combo and wrote it on a slip of paper for her. She bowed to Saitou and he returned it. She walked down the halls, humming, and inwardly groaning at the heaviness of the suitcase.
She entered her bedroom and slipped the suitcase into another bag, locking it with a padlock and placing it behind her closed laptop.
Battousai entered her room without a word and waited behind her for her to finished placing the bag where she wanted it to be. Once she had finished, he grabbed her, roughly and emotionlessly. She glared at him.
"Battousai?" she spat, not understanding his roughness. His eyes were so cold and… desperate. "Battousai!" She made a motion to slap him; to try to get Kenshin back into his body. Battousai grabbed her wrist. She growled at him, moving to the side, trying to get her wrist back. He grabbed her other wrist, and pushed them down to her sides. He would not dare! He shoved her against a wall and ripped the purple silk obi from her waist. The shock from hitting the wall made her body fill cold. A temporary side effect of shock. She could not push him away; the tingling attacked her nerves. Making her feel like she was a pincushion. Battousai held her up by her throat, while she tried to focus her vision on him so that she could punch him. It looked like there was two Battousais, no maybe three. Which one? The right… no the left. Her hands fell out of the numbness and dragged on top of what felt like a chest. She shoved it back roughly.
He fell onto the floor surprised, but this only caused his anger to grow. She slid to the floor, breathing heavily. She felt something warm leave her lips. She dizzily lifted her hand to her face, making it touch her shoulder first. She hissed, now the pincushion feeling was gone and replaced by fiery pain. Her sense kicked in a second later as she realized it was blood coming from her mouth. If she received anymore of these shoves, she would pass out or break a bone.
In a flash, he was in front of her, holding her neck roughly. She whined, not knowing. She hated not knowing what to do. It was obvious to her now that he had stripped her and that his clothing was falling off his body. He picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other on her back. He set her down softly on the built-in-the-floor bed. When he sat on top of her, rubbing his hands down her body, she punched him hard across the face. His face still turned the other way transformed into a furious scowl. He growled and turned back to look at her. His eyes were even more yellow with anger. She narrowed her eyes at him and punched him in the face again. His lip started to bleed, and he placed his hands on her legs, opening them. She gasped and tried to jerk her legs closed. She slapped him frantically, and fought against him. Battousai dug his fingernails into her skin. She whimpered, softly. He let go of her thighs and placed them on her face. He leaned his face close to hers. Maybe, he's coming to his senses? What made him lose control anyway? He wasn't going to come to his senses, and she knew it. She wouldn't admit it. She didn't understand what had happened to him. They had been true lovers for… forever… Why now was he… was he doing this? He had her trust, just do it naturally. She stopped fighting him, biting her lip, until she found that it had started to bleed down her chest. He was dragging his awful cursed lips down her chest, her breast, her. She closed her eyes, breathing heavier.
Then she smelled it. The alcohol was pouring off his tongue. Why had drank so much? So much so that she felt her body woozy with the scent.
Sanosuke ran down the halls. Where did he go? Battousai did not take betrayal well, and especially if he thought that it was Kaoru's doing. Battousai had somehow ended up with the idea that it was Kaoru's fault after twentieth drink. Why had he let Battousai do that? What the hell was he thinking? Kaoru was in so much danger with a drunken, pissed off Battousai. Twenty drinks. Damn, he was feeling like he was moron. "Sano!" shouted a voice, waving frantically at him. "There is some trouble in the factory!"
"Oh, shit," cursed Sano, running towards the voice. Sorry, Kaoru.
Aoshi smiled, pleased with what he had said to Battousai. He had pretended to be drunk in front of Battousai, slipping toxins into his "lord's" drink. Aoshi felt a shiver fly up his spine. What ever he did to Kaoru would be his straight course to hell. No redemption when heaven's angel was pissed. Aoshi chuckled, darkly, almost regretting his actions with Battousai. Nevertheless, the Battousai would never remember what had happened. He would not remember Aoshi's cruel words about his lover's betrayal. Even though Aoshi did not even know her past her name.
Kaoru woke up five hours later alone. She had fallen asleep against Battousai, but now she was all alone. She felt like… shit. She rubbed the drying tears from her face, had she been crying while she slept? She shrugged and grabbed a kimono from a hanger. She did not tie herself up, and paced. She was not thinking anything. She had a headache. She looked at her knuckles remembering that she had punched him in the face about five times before he went deep into her. She grunted trying to bring negative thoughts to her head. Nothing, it was like she was stupid or a child that was careless. She cared about certain things and those things were… she groaned, rubbing her forehead. Her headache grew. She noticed something on the floor… signed.
She knelt down; her eyes wide and clear. Kenshin had autographed the photos of himself, just like she had needed. So had Kenshin come back? Afterwards? She hoped so, so that he could see what his other half had done. She scowled and growled furiously. She slipped the pictures into a folder and walked into the bathroom to cleanse her tarnished skin. She slipped something small and white into her mouth, and then drank a sake bottle on a shelf. La, la, la, la…
Ningen: human. Naze: why. Hina: elaborate doll (traditionally given in Girl's day) (Wish the U.S. had a 'Girl's day' and a 'All boys must obey girl's day'! LOL!) I love this story. Though I didn't actually intend to have the Battousai rape thing. Really I was not in the mood to write it at all, but it was necessary for other parts in later chapters. God. But, I still don't care what anyone else thinks! (Though I do consider your opinion.) I do hope the summary is good enough to represent the story. Sorry, I haven't written out the lemons… I just, I don't know, get bored at the thought of it. Most sex stories are the same. I mean… come on! Lately, in the stories with lemons, I've been noticing that they all have finger action. I wonder if some mad scientist decided that he was going to make everyone (that write lemons) horny with the thoughts of fingers. Hell, somewhere in one of my stories (in or not), I've written about the finger action. It is disgusting how good some of these authors write about it (emotions and sensations). Makes me want to scream. So anyway, total finger action – I mean, lemons coming up. There were already lemons, but I will actually write them out for once this story. At least, if I can stand it! (Tee-Hee!) I do not want flames! Do not bother me with flames! You are the one dumb ass who read the story (ass wipe). Shoot, I had written in notes earlier in the chapter that I thought there would be no rape, but since it all worked out. This is what I wrote, thinking there would be no need for rape: Happy to say (and disappointed in a sick way) that there will be no rape. I cannot think of anyone that'll be getting raped. I already know everything about this story and I doubt there will be need of rape. Will be physical abuse and fight scenes! Totally awesome! It's all in my head… and some paper I scribbled on in case I forgot. (So much for no rape and I thought I had this story all planned. Room shaking sigh) At the end of the story I'll post all of Fate's List, there may be two or three… It really is Fate's List, because it was guiding her to her true lover and her true purpose. Can any guess who it will be? Moreover, what her fate is? He is number 10 on her list. I am saving the best lemon for number 10. I was super edgy writing this story! In addition, this story does not follow story lines. I hope I have all the characteristics right for at least some of them. The term "fuck buddy" comes from 40-year-old virgin. LOL! I hope I spelled sake right. Ryō is a gold piece used in the Edo period and before that. I am not sure if it is still used as money in Japan today. Since this story is based in the "now" time, I do not know what the money is called. Could someone please explain the money in Japan to me? If no understandable answer, I will keep using ryō as the money as well as: mon (copper coin), kan (1000 mon), and monme (silver piece). Ryō is worth 60 monmes or 4 kan. That's all I have for you now. You should know I did not expect it to be this many pages long… (Like eight pages with notes in font size 10) I am proud! Tears, tears… R&R! (Tee-Hee!)
