Nana Mae - Wow! My first story here! And it's gonna be frustratingly strange, so please bare with me!... Anyway, the first two chapters, "Meet The SekihoWabanGumi Manslayers" and "Intro To The Troubled Beauty" are just going to be introducing you to everyone and the setting of this story... I changed around the ages as well, so...
Kenshin- 28
Kaoru- 23
Sano- 25
Saito- 31
Megumi- 24
Misao- 19
Aoshi- 27
Disclaimer- I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. I could never think up the forms of all those gorgeous men!.. -cough- And, of course, the storyline...
Rating- Rated T for slight adult situations and rough language. Also for my demented sense of humor...
Summary- Enter Kenshin Himura. A hard-working detective agent by day... And devoted gang menber by night. Enter Kaoru Kamiya. She works the morning and afternoon shifts at the shoestore, Footsies, at the mall. And at night?... Snoring like there's no tomorrow... What else would she possibly want to do!
Love At First Sense
Chapter 1
Meet The SekihoWabanGumi Manslayers
Dark red, mid-back length hair flowed in the slight breeze as he attempted to pull it back into a ponytail.
"Damn it... Where's my hairtie?..." He cursed lightly, looking down to his pockets on either side of his slightly baggy blue jeans.
His eyes were shaded from the bright sun by small rectangular sunglasses, and his bright white business shirt was crisp and fresh, having just come from the dry cleaner's.
He tugged lightly on the bottom of his bloody red colored tie, where he usually kept the hairtie. He cursed again when it wasn't there.
As he walked into the cafe on the street he'd been walking, the cafe being known as the The Delicacy, he spotted a familiar head of hair at a table in the corner.
He grinned, giving up on his hair and walking toward the dark brown head.
"Yo, Sano..." He thunked his fist down onto the pokey-looking head.
"Uwah!" The tall, rooster-haired man yelped, covering his head, "Hey, you're ruining my hair, Kenshin!"
"I always wonder how long it takes you to spike it like that, guy..." Kenshin said simply, sitting across from his friend.
Kenshin had just left his office in the police detective department, having just closed up a case on a murder committed by an angsty teen.
" 'Tch." The roosterhead muttered, lowering his hands, "At least mine's managable... Yours is practically a tail..." He said, letting his long arm reach over and flick Kenshin's forehead.
Sanosuke Sagara, the rooster head, was very tall. Especially compared to his little redheaded friend, who wasn't all that tall himself. His hair was dark brown and stuck up, looking like a rooster's head feathers. His eyes were light brown, tinted with gold which usually shimmered with unreasonable anger... The hot-headed man usually wore baggy tan cargo pants and a black hooded sweatshirt, looking like a complete junky with the black ribbon tied around his forehead and flowing behind him. He usually had something hanging out of his mouth.. A tooth-pick, fishbones, even his ribbon sometimes, if he was that bored. Most who knew him were surprised that he didn't smoke.
"It is called a ponytail, Sano..." Kenshin muttered, rubbing his forehead stubbornly.
Sano sighed heavily, "... Lost your hairtie again?..."
The redhead smiled sheepishly, "I swear it was on my tie..."
"Oi..." Sano reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick black scrunchie, tossing it to Kenshin, "You owe me for this one..."
"Heh, thanks Sano..." The redhead caught it greatfully, pulling his hair back.
"Kenshin, I'm serious..." Sano muttered, "That's the third one this week..."
Sanosuke Sagara was known for always having what you needed. He was a thief, after all...
Amazingly, though, no one knew he was.
Except for Hajime Saito, Misao Makimachi, and Kenshin Himura, of course... His gang members.
Kenshin smiled weakly, "Okay, okay, don't get your undies in a bunch..."
"I wear boxers..." Sano said plainly, flicking lightly at the toothpick between his lips.
"... Thanks, Sano, I really needed to know..." Kenshin scrunched up his nose.
"What? I just wanted you to get it straight. I don't wear undies, I wear boxers..."
"Okay, that's nice..."
"...Boxers..."
"Stop saying that!"
"Why?"
"I don't want to picture you in boxers!" Kenshin laughed painfully.
"What about briefs?"
"Ew!"
"Oh come on! Not even men can resist the handsome being that is Sanosuke Sagara!" Sano winked.
Kenshin winced, "Sano... Are you hitting on me?..."
Sano grinned charmingly, "Of course not..."
Kenshin smacked Sano's head, "Nasty roosterhead..."
"Ow!" Sano rubbed his head carefully as a vein twitched delicatly in Kenshin's temple.
"Hey, good job, Himura... Keep at it..." A low, dark voice muttered as it approached from behind Kenshin.
Kenshin turned, "Oh, Saito!" He waved, smiling.
Saito walked over to Sano... and pushed him over, taking his place across from Kenshin.
Hajime Saito was also very tall... Taller than Sanosuke even. His thick black hair was always sleeked back, but he let a few strands hang over his golden yellow eyes. It always made him look mysterious. He was wearing his police uniform, but his jacket was slung over his shoulder and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up.
"S-Saito..." Kenshin laughed nervously as Sano yelped, "You shouldn't be so rough..."
"What? You were beating him up..." Saito said simply, reaching into his pocket for something.
"I had a reason..." Kenshin said, resting his arms on the table.
"Oh? And what was that?..."
"He was hitting on me..." Kenshin stated simply.
Saito froze for a second, that same stone mask still over his face...
After a moment he resumed digging around in his pocket, "I always knew the rooster was gay..."
"Am not!" Sano jumped up, taking a seat next to Saito, who immediatly pushed him down again, "Wah!"
Kenshin couldn't help but laugh. "How do we survive together?..."
"... Double lives come in handy when needed..." Saito stated simply.
It was true, all three men led double lives... Healthy working men during the day...
And devoted gang members at night.
SekihoWabanGumi Manslayers.
The group was famed and blamed for the anonymous murders that no one was ever sure they commited.
All three men loved both jobs... As did the little girl who worked with them.
Misao Makimachi was nineteen and was the youngest of the Manslayers. Kenshin was twenty-eight, Sano twenty-five and Saito twenty-nine.
She'd joined them two years after Sano had, and proved to be very helpful.
Sano was in charge of gathering, stealing.
Saito was information holder, gathering information from all three other members and sorting it, using his masterful mind to seperate, connect and conclude.
Misao and Kenshin were pretty much the stalkers...
This wasn't your average gang.
These people had brains they chose to use them to gather information on all the people they could.
Where does the 'Manslayers' part come in?
Well, The SekihoWabanGumi Manslayers are very righteous...
And believe that if you deserve to die, you should.
So they kill anyone who they've found deserves to die.
Simple, no?
"Hey, those are supposed to be secret!" Someone whispered harshly from behind Saito and whacked his head from behind.
Saito tensed up, then scowled, "You have no right to abuse your superior like that..."
Misao hurriedly took the seat beside Kenshin, grinning wickedly as she winked at Saito, "Only in brains, Mister Computer-Geek..."
"... Hmph..." Saito grunted, continuing to rummage through his pockets.
Misao wasn't easily insulted.
It was dangerous to try because she'd most likely just toss the insult back at you even harder.
Her long, black hair was in it's normal extremely long braid that fell just past her slim hips. She was wearing a cute, light blue frilly blouse with a light jean jacket over it. A long cream-colored skirt fell to her mid-calves. She reached down, fixing her light blue strapped sandals, then poked back up again, "So, how's Tokio been treating you?..." She asked Saito pleasantly.
Saito scowled, forgetting the item in his pocket for now, "Like a dog... She's working me into the ground..."
Tokio was Saito's wife... She knew about their gang and highly supported it... But was not a part of it. She worried more about Saito's job as a top-ranking police detective and his assistant, Kenshin, than his silly killing-spree gang.
Misao smiled, "Oh, I'll have to thank her... You're in a good mood today! Haven't threatened me yet!"
"Damn it, little girl, speak again and I'll rip out your vocal cords..."
"Oh, there we go!" Misao smiled.
Kenshin laughed, "Misao, don't get him started up, please, we've got favors to ask of him and if he's grumpy he might not do them..."
Sano was slowly getting up again, very cautiously, "Hey, Mis- OW!"
Saito shoved him back down again.
"Aw, Sano! I'll switch seats with you!" Misao giggled, hurrying to sit in the chair that Saito had kept shoving Sano out of.
"... Thanks..." Muttered Sano as he crawled over to Kenshin's side, slinking up into the chair.
Saito cursed lightly as the small teen sat beside him, "Annoying little... damn freakin'..." He kept muttering.
Misao smiled, "Oh, I like you too, Mister Saito!" She clung to his arm.
Saito twitched... And Kenshin burst into laughter.
Sano laughed, "Aw, you're so funny-looking when..."
But Sano's words faded as Kenshin suddenly noticed someone was watching them.
His laughter ceased and he looked to where he felt the gaze coming from.
The sunglasses blurred his vision so he removed them, revealing glimmering amythest gems.
And his breath was stolen when he met deep blue eyes...
-End of Chapter 1; Meet The SekihoWabanGumi Manslayers
Author's Notes
... -sniffles- I'm so sorry... It didn't quite come out as well as I was dearly hoping... But... -humongous sigh- I'm fine with it! I'm working on the second chapter right at this very moment... But that doesn't mean I'll be done with it XD. So, hope you enjoyed it, 'cause there's more to come! Oh yes, read and review! Flames are excepted as long as they're constructive!... If they're just there to say something mean, then there's really no point in posting them, now is there?... Okay, well, that's it for now! Have a nice life!
Nana Mae