Chapter
5: Enishi
Aoshi finally took a break from looking at so many reports. Reports of mysterious killings by NOIR after the war.
"Man, she's one dangerous girl…can't say the same of…"
"AOSHI-SAMA!"
The door crashed open and there stood his lieutenant, Misao Makimachi, with her eyes wide and her chest pounding.
"Aoshi! Kaoru is gone!" she yelled, ignoring the disturbance she caused to the leader of HARM's normally quiet office.
"What?" he exclaimed, quickly standing up and grabbing hold of Misao's arms. "Do you any idea where she could be?"
Misao shook her head, frowning slightly.
"Dammit," Aoshi swore, pressing his secretary's button on his phone pad. "Taye, bring me the security tapes of the past 6 hours, quick! Also, dispatch the Oniwabanshi squad to scout out the grounds for any clues on the possible kidnapping of Kami!"
"Does the Battousai know about this?" Misao asked timidly after Aoishi hung up with Taye.
"Yeah, I asked him where Kami was and he said she was with him before he went to sleep. He kind of got up and left, sir."
"Get…that irresponsible assassin, that damn rooster head, on this case to find her and bring her back," he said, his fists clinching in frustration.
"Hai."
Misao looked fearfully at her leader, his strong, handsome face, furrowed with worry. "Sir, do you think they took her?"
Aoshi sighed inwardly before responding.
"Without a doubt."
Kami POV
Where am I? My body…feels so heavy. I remember getting caught outside…by a man…an assassin!
I jolted and kicked something. I sat up and found that my foot had connected with someone's jaw. A jaw of a white haired someone who was handsome to boot.
"Who…who are you?"
He smiled at me; his features seemed to sparkle as looked down at me and leaned forward, his muscles rippling at the little movement he made. "I'm Enishi. Enishi Yukishiro. Pleased to meet you at last, Kami."
Who the hell…he looks so familiar yet I can't place his face with a name. My attention immediately shifted from him to my surroundings. I was in some woods; the full moon's light cast a deathly shadow against the wide tree trunks. In between my capturer and me was a warm fire, radiating warm rays of light on his silver hair, making him look god-like.
"Where are you planning to take me? Or have we reached our destination?" I added, worrying he might be a rapist or something possibly worse.
He laughed. "I'm just taking you away from HARM."
"Why?"
"Because, you'll never learn the truth with them."
Now I was beginning to really freak out. How did he know that I was looking for my past?
"Bastard."
He smiled at me again, his black eyes practically winking sardonically at me.
"Listen, if you have a problem with me then go ahead and try to get up and leave."
I thought about it for a moment. Then, I hastily stood up and turned around and took a few steps away from him. He didn't even move. I pulled out as much ki as my body could muster and went into chameleon mode.
As soon as I became invisible, he was there in front of me, blocking my path away from the fire. "You think your little disappearing act will get you away from me? I think you should try a little harder, little girl," he said, his face inching closer to my own. How can he see me?
"Stop calling me a little girl! Listen, if you want to fight me, bring it!" I yelled in his damn face, hoping to shake his up.
He didn't even flinch!
I somersaulted backwards and put up my hands in a defensive position, ready to take whatever he had to dish out. "Bring it!" I said again, when he didn't move.
"Do you know why I can find you? You smell sweet and fresh…like white plum blossoms…like her."
He dashed at a speed my eyes couldn't follow at me, his fist aimed right for my face. I swiftly dodged and countered with swing with my left fist. He grabbed my fist in his hand and his head then collided with my stomach. I felt a few ribs quake under the force before I kneed him where it hurts.
He fell back, grabbing his weak spot, and spat out a stream of curses.
My hand unconsciously fell to my back, reaching for my long missed shamshirs. I never fought with out them. Dammit, I would kill him in a second with those. No matter.
I reached down and pickedup a stick from the fire, the end of it coated with flames.
He glared up at me, pulling out his sword from a hidden scabbard on his back.
"Bastard," I muttered under my breath, right before he charged at me.
I dodged his attack by ducking and pulled up the stick at the hilt of the sword to hit it out of his hands. But his hands held firm and his sword swept downward. I rolled around him and avoided the attack, but blood began to gush out of a wound on my shoulder. He turned swiftly and faced me, as I kneeled on the ground, my right hand trying to subdue the bleeding from my left shoulder.
"Damn…" I said, trying to hide my weariness, feeling my invisibility slip away.
Then I saw it. A glimmer of fire erupted behind a tree. And a man came from the shadows, his flaming red hair taking in the full light from the fire. Kenshin…he had come to save me.
I felt a little content at the sight of his wakizashi and katana tied to his waist. His outfit was the black assassin outfit he wore when he fought me today; there were still slits on it from the fight earlier.
"Are you alright, Kaoru?"
I was shocked. How did he get better from his wounds that only moments ago he was suffering to stand up with?
"Hey! Are you sure it's alright to stand up? How can you stand up as a matter of fact? Weren't you moaning and groaning before?"
"Maybe I wanted a little attention from you," he said, smirking at me with that sexy smile of his.
That little...
"Jerk! I hope you die!"
His smile disappeared as he turned to face my white haired captor. "You want a fight?"
Enishi smirked and pulled up his katana at full height at Kenshin.
"Bring it."
Kenshin vanished, his katana appearing seconds later, clanging against Enishi.
Enishi then flipped around bringing a high kick at Kenshin's head. Kenshin maneuvered easily and thrust his sword and the man's heart. But the man parried it with his katana.
I couldn't help admiring both of the men's skills. Kenshin, even though injured, was fighting possibly on par with the man who was able to track my scent. Did I really smell like white plum blossoms?, I found myself thinking.
Then I saw a jet of scarlet blood gust out in front of my vision. My attention snapped back to the two fighters. Kenshin's left hand was gripping the man's katana, while Kenshin's sword was buried deep in Enishi's side. It wasn't in his heart, but I knew that guy was feeling some pain.
Enishi coughed, blood splattered on the ground. He pulled out Kenshin's sword from his side, and knelt down in front of him, his hands trying to stifle the bleeding.
"You're…the Battousai. You are…truly …man of that name," he said, his words coming out in rough intervals, his voice scratched and strained.
Kenshin sheathed his sword with his uninjured hand and knelt down in front of Enishi so that he was eye to eye with him. "Why did you want Kaoru?"
Enishi smiled despite his pain. "Because, I…"
Before he could finish, something grabbed him away from us at a speed that Kenshin nor I could follow. I looked atound and saw Enishi with a young man, another gorgeous man with long black hair and eyes. He had a smile on his face, one that hid his emotions, an eerie smile.
"Thanks for taking good care of my partner here. We'll be back to pick up Miss Kami. But until then, take care of her Battousai. And you too, Zanza."
With that, he left taking Enishi with him. Who the hell was that? And who's Zanza?
"Agh. So he knew I was watching."
Out of the shadows of the woods came a tall man with a gigantic sword shouldered on him.
"Long time no see, Kenshin," the stranger said smiling. "Oh I haven't introduced myself yet, have I, little missy. I'm Sanosuke Sagara. But my affiliates call me Zanza."
Okay! Kinda brought in a cast of characters now, I know. but I thought about making some comic relief to the story as well as try to reveal a hidden link to Kaoru's past. I hope you liked it. If not or if so, leave a review please! Thanks for everyone who's been keeping up with my fanfic : )!
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