Fall from grace
By hye-kyo
Disclaimer: Nope, RK isn't mine.
Author's Notes: This might have a sequel or something. Or not.
Title: Dragon dance
Rating: M
It was during a dragon dance in the streets of Hong Kong when she saw him. The movements were fluid, almost lightweight, fast and incredibly fierce. It was the red hair that caught her eyes, the red among the red, a shade of red that was so incredibly mesmerizing her eyes kept on darting from the performance to him. It was the sort of deep, dark red that reminded her of blood.
He was across the street, the dragon dancers in between them, a sea of red silk separating them. His eyes were gold and if not for his intense presence she would have laughed for he was colored as a New Year dragon.
He caught her looking twice. When he caught her for the third time she flushed, cursed herself and started walking away. She still has to catch up with Misao.
"Going somewhere?" it was in Japanese and hearing her mother tongue surprised her.
A deep voice, languid, relaxed and fluid that made her stop and turn her head. There in front of her, the dragon dance blurring in the background, stood the red-haired man from across the street. She frowned.
"You were watching me," he said, sounding proud. She didn't like the tone of his voice and immediately raised a brow.
"You were one of the dancers. Of course I'd be watching you," she started walking away but in a sudden movement she found herself trapped against a wall. He wasn't that tall but he seemed to be hovering above her, his hands on either side of her head, his knee pressed against her leg.
"You heard my call didn't you?" his voice caressed her ears as his eyes roamed her face. She felt fear and excitement wash through her.
"Excuse me?" she tried to push him away but to no avail. His hands and body were like marble, his face like a god's. The thought made her blush and she quickly looked away. She took in a deep breath, "I'm going to scream if you don't let me go now."
"Scream all you want," he said smiling, "No one will hear you." He licked his lower lip. He smirked knowing how much she was watching him. "You heard my call. That's why you are here."
She was flustered, she has no idea whatsoever of what he was talking about. Taking another deep breath she turned to meet his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about mister."
"So you lost your memories?" he cupped her face, his fingers touching her eyes, her nose her lips. Her thumb running circles on her cheek. "You forgot about me?" it sounded more like a statement than a question.
She began to be slightly concerned about the way he touched her face for it seemed to her, no her mind could not make it out, as if the sensations were very familiar, like her body was reacting to something she had experienced before, only her mind could not recall. The feeling, whatever it was, was at the tip of her tongue and she closed her eyes to try to remember. She brought her hands to touch his and pushed it away and the moment their skin lost contact the feeling was suddenly gone.
She took the opportunity to push him back.
"I don't know you," she murmured, yet her senses were betraying her words. She could remember the faintest pressure of his fingers on her cheeks and she shook her head. This was some stranger, and she doesn't know him, perhaps a practitioner of some form of magic, or cult, or whatever. She'd only get into trouble if she listens to him. She turned around, heading for an open alley.
"I am Kenshin and you know me," he said in the faintest of whispers.
Kenshin. And she felt a tug in her heart that made her suddenly out of breath and she turned around to face him, only he was already gone.
Must have been a retard or something, Misao had said.
She looked up into the ceiling, rested a palm on her forehead. She might be coming down with flu. She felt slightly feverish. Misao might be right.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.
"You can't sleep?"
She immediately sat up. Was he here? Or did she just imagine it? She started for the lights but as she was about to get off the bed, she felt a body pushing her down. Now she was sure he was here.
"I came here to inform you," his mouth was curved in a smirk, his hands were caressing her face again and she hated the way her body reacted to it, to him. She tried to push him away but as if the events of earlier were being repeated, she found herself unable to move underneath him.
"Of what?" she would try to distract him and then break free of his hold, dash for the door and call the police when the chance presents itself.
"You are not going to get away from me. I could ready you like a book." He smirked, buried his nose in her hair and whispered in her ear, "I missed you a lot."
She froze, her vision going hazy, blurry. She closed her eyes, who is this man?
"I missed you so much Kaoru," he whispered again, one hand moving up to tilt her chin. He pulled up, watched her face and kissed her closed eyes.
"I don't know you," her heart was aching. She suddenly felt like she had to know this man, whoever he is. She had the most intense urge to wrap her arms around him, pull him close, memorize every line, every plane, every contour. She felt the telltale signs of tears.
"You know me," he whispered again.
A/n: So…tell me what you think.