Chapter 14: True feelings II

Myzuki got home rather late. Ikki couldn't help but try to get a couple kisses in before letting her go. She was feeling lazy and well the events from last night just kept replaying in her head. For a lack of a better word, she was distracted.

Kenshin was informed that she had decided to stay home from school. He decided to go pay her a little visit. She laid there under the covers. Isolating herself in a bubble.

"Are you awake," He asked.

"Do you like to just show up randomly,"

She remained in bed but had removed the bubble she had created with her blanket. He leaned down as if to touch her. She shot up and got out of bed.

"What are you doing here," She demanded.

"I see you decided to skip out on school. So, I decided to pay you a little visit. It's a rare thing to get you all to myself. How many times did we get interrupted when things were getting good?" He smirked.

She rolled her eyes to that.

"Well I'm fine. I don't need you checking up on me. Actually, it would be a lot easier if you just left Japan all together and left me in peace."

She went to leave her bedroom, when he grabbed her by her elbow. His touch was tight, but not enough to hurt.

His touch was warm and somehow warm tingles danced up her arm and made her even more light headed.

Her impulse was to jerk away, but afraid that would be too telling, she appeared to be calm. She gave her arm a quick jerk, "I'm fine,".

He released her one finger at a time. Right before his last finger let go, she notice his gaze drift downwards. While her pj's were decent, her top was very thin and her scoop neck did scoop a little lower then she liked.

She took a step back and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"You did already Kenshin,"

She took a step back. He just stared at her with this expression on his face that resembled hurt. Like he had that right.

He passed a hand over his face and asked, "What was that about,".

She walked out and went to her kitchen to make breakfast. She wasn't so much of a cook. She just wanted to get out of there. She was beginning to feel suffocated.

"You're afraid of me?"

"I'm not scared," She huffed.

The suspicion in his gaze faded, and he almost looked relieved. She made breakfast. He sat at the table and watched her silently. After a few minutes she glanced back at him, and he flashed her a grin that just took her breath away.

She had to look away. She was blushing furiously.

"don't deny it" he whispered, before he got up and made his way over to her. He pulled her up a few inches until his lips touched hers.

She didn't try to stop him. Oh, no she climbed up higher against his chest. His hand made his way up to the back of her neck. He shifted her head slightly so her mouth was more accessible to his. The slightly rough texture of his shaven cheeks felt wonderful. His tongue moved inside. Slowly at first, then without hesitation. Warmth built up inside her and she couldn't seem to get close enough to him. Everything felt different from the kisses and caresses he used to do.

More, her instincts seemed to scream. She wanted more.

She ran her fingers through his silky, dark hair. She had a jumble of emotions swirling through her, over her.

Her breast against his chest felt fuller, and maybe it was the memories driving her, but she wanted to feel him touch her once again. It wasn't till she heard a knock at the door that made her come to her senses. She pulled her mouth from his. He stared at her with a hooded gaze. She saw the wildness in his eyes, a hunger she'd never seen before. More than anything she wanted to be the one to feed his hunger and taste his wildness.

She took a step towards the front of the house. "We should… I heard…"

"That wasn't this house. It was next door." He exhaled and scrubbed his palm over his face. "Damn," he muttered, then looked at her. "I probably shouldn't have done that?"

"Probably not," She agreed.

"Then forget it happened, okay? Just forget it ever happened."

"I don't think I can forget." It was a real taste of passion. A side that she had never experienced with Kenshin before.

The awkward silence grew until there was a knock at her door, for real this time. She went to answer it, Kenshin right on her heels. When she opened the door. There stood none other than Katashi.

"That bastard," She thought.

"What do you want," Kenshin asked.

"I figured this is where you would be. It doesn't surprise me. I didn't mean to break up your little love fest, but I think I should let you know that I will be taking Myzuki's regalia, right along with yours… Consider this a declaration of war asshole," With that he walked off without a care in the world.

"Your regalia… Kenshin, what does he mean by your regalia?" She couldn't even look at him. How stupid was she. He was still lying to her and here she was getting caught up in the moment, like if there was something substantial there.

"Ugh… get out!"

"Wait, what!?"

"Kenshin, let me make things perfectly clear. I am done being your little toy. If you don't leave. I will make you."

The air around sparked to life, almost as if it was tangible.

"I don't want to repeat my-,"

She didn't get to finish. Kenshin had lowered his lips to hers fast and hard. This wasn't like the kisses earlier. This was rough and possessive.

"Let me make myself clear MY-ZU-KI, you belong to me." With that he left.