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Chapter 4: Captured...Again

Kami POV

His face…so strong and beautiful…I wanted to kiss it, to smooth away all the worry wrinkles on his forehead. I don't know why I felt this way, but it's as if that dark shadow, Kami, is gradually leaving me as I spend more time thinking about Battousai. Is he my cure to this cancer?

His face began to swim, my vision began to fall into a kaleidoscope of colors…

I saw a wreath of flowers and placed it on my head; I was playing in a yard with a swing set nearby. A man…lifted me up and twirled me around high in the air; I felt myself smiling as the world whirled around me...A woman sat on a blanket nearby smiling at me and this man with a motherly twinkle in her eyes…the scene warped…a little boy with a shock of white/silver hair was sitting next to me with the wreath…he pecked my cheek with an innocent kiss…I laughed heartedly and gave a swift kiss on the boy's check…

I felt the world begin to swirl away, replace by a sudden whiteness which warped and I found myself in front of the Battousai once again. Another vision…I was used to these. I figured that these little snapshots were me in the past. Piece by piece, these memories always flashed in front of my eyes spontaneously.

Battousai moaned softly, slowly blinking away the darkness of sleep from his eyes. I woke up from my thoughts and glanced at the injured assassin. Beneath his long crimson eyelashes, stood two great amber jewels, shining in the faint light of the Intensive Care room. His pupils, after he opened his eyes fully, began to expand, like those of a cat's at night. The amber in his eyes began to darken as if someone was placing purple dye in them…so beautiful.

He shifted slowly to one side, trying to sit up, but he fell quickly back on the bed/table as the pains from his numerous cuts begin to take effect on him.

"Lie still. You took quite a beating there," I said softly, my hand involuntarily petting his rippling chest muscles while applying soft pressure to keep him still.

He gazed at me for a moment before his eyes grew wide, and the amber color falling swiftly into a sea of purple.

"What are you doing here? Are you alright?" He asked, the words sounding rough and dry, not at all like the soft powerful voice he had used during our fight.

I smiled at him. "Your leader explained everything to me. He's a really good fighter to give you so many wounds. Evidently, I'm staying here for a while."

He seemed to have a hard time understanding what was going on because he reached up with his hand and combed his hair with his graceful fingers.

"Well, I guess that's good. How long have I been here?" he asked.

"Ever since you passed out in the car ride to H.A.R.M headquarters. I was already treated because I wasn't as badly injured as you are."

I couldn't help sounding a little smug. My pride was getting the better of me, so I ceased the teasing of his injuries.

"How long have you been holding my hand?" he asked, a small blush creeping up on his chiseled cheeks.

Oops. Didn't realize I was still doing that. I let go of his hand quickly, but he grabbed my hands back, his delicate fingers curling into mine.

"Stay here like this. It feels so nice…"

I felt my heart began to beat harder, trying to force its way to my throat.

"You know…you seem like a nice person once you get passed that cold persona you have hanging around at first. I wonder if this is kind you is who you really are…"

I didn't know whether he just asked me a question or was this random talk from a delirious man.

But I have to respond.

"I think this is the real me. I don't really remember who I was before the war, before I became an assassin. I get random memories of my past life here and there and it feels like I was someone nice."

He smiled, a smile so simple yet so perfect that I felt my heart begin to melt.

"I think you're right."

I feel like I'm dreaming. How can I be so at ease? Aren't I a prisoner? Yet I didn't feel like one. I was allowed to wander here without any security following me. In fact, I felt like some sort of guest.

"You know," I said trying to voice some strands of thoughts flowing through my head. "I feel like some sort of guest here. You guys at HARM are pretty nice. I mean I'm treated like some sort of weapon at NOIR. Plus, my corp. never took an interest in my past, while your leader is helping me find it, for whatever reason, I know not. But it still feels nice that someone cares. I had a vision a few minutes ago of me as a little girl. I was playing with my parents and a little boy. I felt so happy, seeing them, being with them. I just wish I could remember who they were."

I don't know why I just told him that. I never told anyone about my visions, fearing they would be snatched away from me. I felt a finger brush against my cheek, wiping away a little droplet of water that had unconsciously seeped from my eye.

Battousai POV

I felt my insides twist as I saw her cry. Her dangerous demeanor was gone and was replaced by a look much like a lost raccoon who couldn't find its way back to its den.

"I'm sorry. I have my past still with me, bad as it is. I know you're feeling pain and confusion no normal human being could cope with. I believe you survive your ordeals with your courage. Keep that courage. It's one of your more beautiful qualities," I said choosing my words carefully to comfort her.

She smiled down at me. I tried to sit up, tired to looking up at her and wanting to see her black eyes, eye to eye. I wanted to see those beautiful blue drop earrings that she wore so unlike her black assassin outfit. I lightly pushed off her hand, and propped myself on the elbows, feeling the deep gash across my back pull and threaten to bleed. Ignoring the pain, I pushed myself up roughly into a semi-sitting position, but I let out a soft gasp.

She heard me and helped me ease myself up. Her eyes were on me, her eyes…they weren't black anymore. The dark impenetrable depths had disappeared leaving a pair of dark blue orbs in their place. The color of her eyes was calm like a sea before a great storm.

Without warning, I pulled her close to me, so close I could feel her heart beat right against mine. Instantly, I felt heat emit from her body, making my body feel like it was on fire. I wanted to do more than hug her, but I knew that was beyond reason.

Kami POV

I was shocked by his hug. I felt his hands slowly twine themselves in my hair; my own hand entwined in his hand that was trapped in between our bodies. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. I was relived he didn't.

I pulled gently away from him, and pushed him back into his bed, careful to make sure not to injure him. He obliged and lay back against the pillow.

He lay there gazing at me with his eyes a deep violet.

"I'm going to nap now. You should go and get some rest, that you…most cert…ainly should," he said, his voice raspy as he tried to stifle a yawn.

"I'll stay here till you go to sleep, Battousai."

"Thanks, Kami-dono. Please call me Kenshin, not Battousai. It sounds too scary, since we're now friends…right?"

"Yeah. Alright…Kenshin. You should call me Kaoru. Forget the Kami and the "dono" part. Just Kaoru."

"Kaoru…" he whispered. "You know, you fight well that you do, Karou…" and with that, his face fell to the side and a long snore issued from his mouth.

"You too," I said to his sleeping form as I gave his hand a squeeze before returning it to his side and tucking him in with a white blanket.

I snuck out of the mansion, trying my best to hide from the guards. I wanted to sit outside and breath the night air and the full moon's cold beams. I felt the need to refresh myself after talking to Battou…I mean Kenshin.

I sat down on a bench in a rather secluded part of the garden, where the sentries were quite a distance away from me. I gazed up at the moon, admiring its beauty and white-holiness. I wondered what Soleir was doing without me, what N.O.I.R was doing, and what was in store for me tomorrow. I'm so excited by the fact that my past was about to be unraveled tomorrow. Excited, frightened, and hopeful.

I heard a crunch of shoes behind me. I turned around, expecting to see Aoishi, Misao, or maybe even Kenshin. But I saw a tall man in a black mask. His eyes were a depthless black. I was mesmerized by his eyes, so mesmerized I couldn't even move let alone talk.

"Here you are, Kami," he said venomously as he closed the distance between us.

"Who…are you?" I struggled to say under his sharp gaze, feeling beads of sweat roll down my face from the effort it took to talk. I went into chameleon mode for a few seconds, but my body couldn't handle the strain it had and I returned to sight.

"Who do you think I am, little Kaoru?"

He pulled something from his pocket and pressed it to my face before I could react. The something turned out to be a cloth smelling very…sweet...chloroform

I felt my body crumple under me as my face hit the ground in what felt like slow motion.

As the darkness began to sweep over my vision, I thought I heard my name said softly into the night air. Then, all was black.

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