Beginning Note: So it has been a while since I have update anything in general. It's been a little crazy, what with graduating college and trying to find a job. Desperately I might add. But I am updating. And trying to write more. Inspiration seems to come and go with me. Either that or I have the worst attention span ever… Please enjoy. I have produced a drabble to throw everyone for a loop. Hooray!

Disclaimer: I don't own the RuroKen characters… I just screwed them up for my own sick purposes.

All Your Love Is Revenge

The tall man smiled wickedly as he saw the fear in the young girl's eyes. He loved that look. It made the game more fun.

"What do you want, Enishi?" the raven-haired girl asked, hiding her fear with bravado.

"To see him suffer, Kaoru, my dear," the spectacled man said. "It's the ultimate revenge."

"He didn't do anything to you," she snapped, eyes flashing in anger.

Enishi backhanded Kaoru.

"He took away my sister!" he screamed, staring down at her.

"She loved him," the kendo teacher said, wiping blood from the corner of her pretty mouth.

"She loved Akira."

"Then why did she jump in front of Kenshin, Enishi?"

The white-haired man froze.

"It was a moment of weakness on her part."

Kaoru picked herself up and moved toward Enishi slowly.

"Believe what you like, but deep down, you know Tomoe saved him because she loved him."

The tall man stared at her over the tinted lenses of his glasses.

"You don't even know what you're talking about. You don't even know what love is. Battousai can't even bring himself to love you despite everything because he's so haunted by my sister!" he shouted, slamming his fist down on the stone railing of the balcony.

The girl flinched, but stood up straight.

"While that may be true," she said, voice shaking. "But what do you know of love? You're so consumed with revenge, I don't think you have the capacity to love."

Kaoru spun on her heel and marched back into the expansive island mansion.

Enishi stood there, stunned at her words. What did a chit like that know about him, especially the way he felt? After all, she was just a stupid girl who wanted the love of a man whose soul was so fractured that he wasn't even really a man at all.

He grimaced. This may have been too much for the redheaded fighter. Enishi wouldn't get a chance to see the man shattered. Disappointing. But then he'd be stuck with the kendo brat. He'd figure out how to get rid of her.

Plans formulated in Enishi's head as he settled into the chair positioned on the balcony. A tired smile formed as he calculated and recalculated his choices. How he loved logistics.

He jolted awake at the feeling of a blanket being lightly around his shoulders. He hadn't even realized that he had dozed off. Standing there in the sun's dying light with her back to him was Kaoru. She was blanketed by the red light, staring out at the sea, the waves lapping the sandy shore. She turned slightly, so he could see her profile and the silent river of tears that slid down her face.

At that moment, the beauty of the teenager struck Enishi, whose heart had been frozen since the age of ten. For the first time, he was unsure of himself and of his revenge. How could he just kill her when this was done?

"He's not coming for you," he said softly.

Kaoru didn't jump at his voice. She knew she had woken him up. The blue-eyed teenager didn't respond, just stared into the darkness. After a minute, she turned to face him, silhouetted by the fast approaching darkness. She moved past his sitting form, breeze stirring her midnight locks around her face, obscuring her tears. Kaoru's fingertips grazed the skin of his forearm, raising gooseflesh. She disappeared into the blackness of the hallway.

Enishi shivered.

"He's not coming for you," the white-haired man told his captive a few weeks later.

The dark-haired girl scowled at him, the pale skin under her eyes a smudgy purple from lack of sleep.

"You don't know that," she snapped, moving away from where he was leaning next to her on the stone railing of the balcony.

He stared at her over his spectacles with his piercing eyes, wondering if she was uncomfortable in the small room he had placed her in when he had brought her here. She was obviously not sleeping well and she was thinner than she had been in the earlier weeks.

"What?" Kaoru asked, snapping him from his thoughts. "Stop staring at me."

"Would you like to be put into a different room?" the man asked suddenly. "A bigger one? And with a wardrobe with clothes so you don't have to wear that bathrobe all the time."

The kendo teacher looked down at the ragged pink cloth that had been pretty sorry looking to begin with. It's daily use made it look worse.

"It would be nice," she said slowly. "But why now?"

"Change in scenery."

The girl cautiously followed the tall man down the hall where he opened a door to reveal a room with a real bed, not a lumpy cot that she had been sleeping on, and a wardrobe, blue cloth peaking out of the open door.

"Change," he ordered. "They should fit."

Without another word, he shut the door in her shocked and protesting face. Leaning against the papered wall, Enishi ran a hand through his hair. He was playing a dangerous game. Far more dangerous than the original game. What was he doing? The feelings he constantly suppressed were starting to crack his icy exterior, eating him alive. He couldn't afford those cracks.

He stood up as he heard the door open and gulped when Kaoru emerged, her cheeks pink from embarrassment. She looked stunning in the pale blue kimono embroidered with white egrets flying from the hem. It had been a present to his sister from her in-laws. The navy obi accented her thin waist.

"Does it look that weird?" she asked shifting, causing the delicate silk to whisper with the movement.

Enishi realized he had been staring at the girl, jaw dropped. He cleared his throat in a business-like manner.

"No. Quite the opposite in fact."

The corner of her pretty mouth twitched in a quick smile.

"It's a beautiful kimono," Kaoru said, running her hands down her stomach, smoothing the slippery cloth. Enishi's eyes followed their movement hungrily. She glanced up at him, azure meeting teal.

"It was my sister's," he said. "Akira's family had it made for her. She never got a chance to wear it."

The raven-locked girl's eyes flew open wide with surprise.

"Should I take it off?" she asked uneasily, biting her lower lip.

"No," Enishi said quickly, regretting mentioning his older sister for once. "Are you hungry?"

"A little," Kaoru said, looking visibly relieved to be off the subject of Tomoe.

She must be sick of her, the older man thought. To her, she feels that she's a replacement of Tomoe for Battousai. Which she is, he reminded himself quickly. Which was that whole reason for her being with him in the first place.

"Come, I'll cook," he said, starting down the hall.

"You can cook?" the girl asked, doubt evident in her tone.

"Of course," Enishi scoffed, feeling slightly insulted at the implication that he couldn't cook. "How do you think I survive? Certainly not on the food you've been cooking."

Kaoru stared at the arms dealer, outraged.

"My cooking tastes fine!" she exclaimed angrily.

"If you don't mind heartburn, he muttered, glancing at her.

The girl's mouth tightened into a thin line. She pulled the back of his shirt hard, making him stop and face her.

"If it was so awful, you didn't have to eat it," she snapped, stabbing a finger into his muscular chest. "It's not like I forced you to eat it anyway. You're going to kill me eventually, so why bother being polite?"

Enishi froze at her statement. That had been his plan initially if Battousai didn't show. But now? He wasn't so sure.

"Stop," he said softly, cutting off the kendo teacher's tirade. He took a step towards her, hand outstretched.

The color that had flooded to her cheeks in anger quickly retreated and she flinched from his large hand. That slight movement pierced his heart. He had made no move to touch her since the first day. He gently gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Kaoru was surprised at the sadness in his pale eyes.

"Kaoru," he said, using her first name for the first time in weeks. He usually ignored her name and used orders because using her name would make his feelings real. "If I were going to kill you, I would have done it the day I knew he wasn't coming for you."

"You don't know for sure that he won't come for me," she said with all the ferocity he had come to love about her. "He's searching for me."

"He thinks you're dead!" Enishi boomed. "He's not coming to save you! Get the idea out of your head. He doesn't love you enough to not believe you're dead."

Kaoru's hand flew up and smacked Enishi so hard, it left a bright red imprint on his left cheek. Tears shined in her beautiful blue eyes.

"You're a bastard," she said, wrenching her chin from his grip. She backed away from the large man.

"Kaoru, you know it's true," he said quietly. You've known for a while."

"Shut up!" she shouted. "You think you've had your stupid revenge, but you haven't!"

"You're right," Enishi said, grabbing her upper arms. "My revenge is loving you."

With that, he placed a rough kiss on the girl's lips, bruising them. Kaoru was stiff in his arms. He pulled away and stared down at her.

"If I had truly wanted to kill you, I would have done so when you tried to escape weeks ago."

"I don't get you," was all she said, pointedly ignoring his escape statement.

"You're not supposed to, Kaoru," he said, leaning close to her, nipping her ear lightly with his teeth. He felt her shiver. "My revenge was stealing you. Now it's keeping you and making you mine in time."

"What?"

He gave her a rare smile. "I won't force you to love me. You can't force people to love. I want you to accept this in your own time."

He kissed Kaoru again, gently this time, and was delighted that she responded. She was so starved for love; she would turn to him easily.

The next few weeks were blissful until the ship came, bringing Battousai and his friends. Enishi was certain Kaoru would convince her friends, especially Battousai, to leave without a fight when they saw how happy she was with him. But that didn't happen, and as Mibu's Wolf led him to the rowboat, he stared at his betrayer.

A triumphant smile played on her lips as she glanced at him over Kenshin's shoulder, folded into his loving embrace. Anger bubbled in his chest. She had succeeded in fooling him completely, pretending to love him. And he was a fool.

But he was too tired for any more revenge. As he slipped his from the shackles on the streamliner, he left his love for the kendo teacher behind with the iron, slipping into the ocean, disappearing, but always close and always watching, waiting to see if it had been even a little real for her.

It wasn't.

It was Kaoru who had revenge in the end.

A/N: I have seen a few Kaoru/Enishi pairings. It's definitely a weird pairing. I guess mine isn't a true pairing since the love is completely one-sided, but whatever. I hope you enjoyed it. This was a long time coming. Hopefully another chapter soon!