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Today had been a rough day for Kenshin.
The meeting he attended with Hiko had unexpectedly morphed into a last-minute mission.
During the meeting, a long-term client of Itochu cancelled a contract out of the blue, seemingly opting for another vendor instead.
Demon steel had surged in demand, with this particular client placing yearly orders that were critical to their operations. Each shipment represented a solid relationship built over time, underscoring the importance of maintaining trust and reliability in their dealings.
Itochu had graciously offered to assist with the shipment and safe delivery of their product which was destined for Singapore.
Yet, the client had denied the product, and the assistance. Hiko, suspecting Shishio's involvement in the cancellation, had sent Kenshin to investigate the outgoing shipments at Yokohama port.
There were only a few places in the world capable of creating demon steel, and Japan, with its rich history of specialized sword production, stood as one of the foremost suppliers. The implications of this switch could disrupt the delicate balance of power and trade in the realm of demon steel.
The minute the meeting adjourned, Kenshin hastily caught a quick flight to Tokyo, becoming fully immersed in the rush of travel. Once on the ground, he boarded a train bound for Yokohama, the landscape blurring past him as he remained focused on the task ahead.
Upon exiting the train station, Kenshin quickly transformed into a hawk, with powerful beats of his wings, he soared toward Yokohama port, the landscape unfolding beneath him as he scanned for any signs of unusual activity.
The Yokohama port, owned by the Yokohama Ports Corporation is one of Japan's major ports, it boasts ten wharves and extensive facilities.
The agent responsible for overseeing the shipment was pivotal in ensuring its delivery; however, their abrupt cancellation left the stock stranded at Yokohama dock.
Hiko, suspecting Shishio's involvement in the cancellation, had sent Kenshin to investigate the outgoing shipments at Yokohama port while he headed to Tokyo port.
Now, Kenshin sat under a solitary streetlamp by the Honmoku dock, dressed in his usual black attire.
The cool ocean air hit his face, sharp and refreshing, yet it felt too quiet—too still for comfort.
Kenshin pondered the troubling notion: where could they have possibly found another vendor?
The Honmoku dock is the main port facility comprising 14 berths for handling containers and 10 general cargo berths.
He watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Honmoku docks and its 14 berths.
Kenshin prepared to stand guard over the abandoned Itochu stock, stationed at one of the cargo berths. With purposeful strides, he walked down the boardwalk toward the imposing shipping container of his company, which loomed overhead like a silent sentinel, untouched and waiting in the fading light.
He would remain there until he heard from Hiko. It seemed easy enough, just a matter of patience and vigilance as he kept a watchful eye on the silent dock, ready for any signs of trouble.
The first two hours passed swiftly, filled with the bustle of activity as boats arrived at the port, sailors busily unloading their shipments before docking their vessels and heading home for the evening. But as the last light of day faded, the atmosphere shifted, and the place transformed into a ghost town. Only the bright moon hung overhead, casting silvery shadows, while the gentle sound of waves lapping against the dock filled the silence.
"'Evening, Kenshin,'" a lone figure emerged from the shadows, cigarette smoke curling around him like a shroud.
Kenshin did not flinch; he had caught the scent of the man long before laying eyes on him, the familiar aroma of tobacco a herald of his presence.
"Evening Saito." He nodded in response.
"Curious as to why I'm here?" Saito baited him. His narrow jawline was accentuated by the shadows cast by the moon, giving him an air of predatory grace. In that moment, he looked every bit the wolf—stealthy, enigmatic.
"You have an update?" Kenshin guessed, shrugging his shoulders.
"The meeting today was a ruse," Saito replied, his voice low and serious. "You never met with the real client; it was an imposter. Tragically, the actual client was found dead this afternoon."
"That's unfortunate. I liked collaborating with that client; he was a good man," Kenshin remarked, a hint of regret in his voice.
"Aren't you going to ask about the human?" he inquired, glancing at Kenshin.
"I try not to mix work with pleasure these days," Kenshin joked, a weary smirk crossing his face.
"Well, she responded to Tokio's blood as expected. No complications," Sano replied, tone flat and uncaring.
This one is pleased to hear that," Kenshin said, breathing a brief sigh of relief. His thoughts momentarily drifted to Kaoru, and a pang of longing washed over him. He wished he did not have to be here, torn between duty and his desire to be by her side. He could not help but wonder if she was sleeping peacefully right now, unaware of the chaos he was entangled in.
"Incoming, to your left," Saito nudged him, his voice sharp as he urged Kenshin to pay attention to the approaching boat. The jolt broke Kenshin out of his stupor, and he quickly refocused, scanning the dark waters for any signs of movement.
"It wasn't a typical container ship or tanker; rather, it was a Ro-Ro vessel. Roll-on or roll-off ships are designed primarily for carrying rolling cargo, such as cars and other vehicles. This particular vessel had been painted entirely black, slicing through the water with remarkable speed for a vessel of its size.
"It's headed for the Kanazawa pier!" Kenshin exclaimed, adrenaline surging through him. Without hesitation, he prepared to transform, his body instinctively shifting as he readied himself to take to the sky and confront the approaching vessel head-on.
The Kanazawa pier deals with timber, metal scrap, wood products, construction material such as sand, gravel, stone etc. A Ro-ro vessel had no business at a pier such as this.
"'You go greet them; I will follow,' Saito ordered, a determined glint in his eye.
"No, we can't leave the shipping container," Kenshin warned, his voice firm. "That would be an obvious trap. We need to stay cautious and protect our position."
"'Luring out the Battousai first is the obvious trap!' Saito countered, his frustration evident as he tried to make Kenshin see the peril lurking beneath the surface of the situation. "We can't just walk into this blindly!"
"We're doing it my way," Kenshin asserted, his voice dropping deeper and taking on a raspier edge as the intensity of the moment heightened. His eye shifted to a striking gold, revealing the emergence of his demon form.
"Very well, but do not act recklessly." Saito relented, his voice concerned. He locked eyes with the battousai, a silent promise of support lingering between them, even as the tension crackled in the air.
Saito had every right to be concerned. In the past, when he had fought alongside this demon, the bloodlust and primal urge to destroy had consumed Kenshin, driving him toward further devastation. The memories of chaos and ruin weighed heavily on Saito's mind, a reminder of the darkness that could easily resurface.
"Sure thing," the Battousai replied with a dark laugh, the sound echoing in the night air before he swiftly transformed into a hawk. With powerful wings unfurling, he took flight toward the ship.
He landed on the deck with a thundering impact, his sword gleaming in the dim light as he unsheathed it in one fluid motion, ready for the onslaught. Chaos erupted around him; men and demons poured out of the ship's doors and from its gaping hull, scrambling to overwhelm him. They flooded the Ro-Ro deck in ravenous hordes, brandishing an arsenal of guns, knives, and spears, their faces twisted in a fanatical eagerness to fight.
As each foe lunged forward, he met their charge with brutal precision. His divine speed transformed him into a blur, allowing him to effortlessly dodge a barrage of bullets whizzing past him. With a flick of his wrist, he decapitated one enemy, the head landing nearby with a sickening thud before he spun around, cutting through another's chest with surgical accuracy. Blood sprayed from their lifeless bodies like dark rain, the screams of the dying creating a morbid symphony against the backdrop of battle.
He moved through the wave of enemies like a tempest, every twist and turn amplified by the thrill of combat. One moment, a body would hit the floor, and before the next could even react, he was already upon them, a relentless force of death. A terrifying grin spread across his face, the battousai reveling in the carnage. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, intoxicating him, fueling a primal hunger for more. Power surged through his veins, a torrent of unrestrained freedom. With a brutal crash, he severed one opponent's head while his fist plunged into another's chest, ripping out their still-beating heart with a savage triumph.
Saito observed from the deck, amusement playing on his lips as he watched his friend unleash his fury. The spectacle was nothing short of mesmerizing; an unstoppable force of nature, each movement radiated an exhilarating energy that drew Saito's gaze as he chuckled softly at the deadly display.
Suddenly, a rustling sound caught his attention near the towering crane that loomed over the dock. There, perched with a mischievous glint in his eye, stood Sojiro, smiling down at him like an impish teenager.
"Evening, Saito. Long time no see," he called out, his tone casual amidst the chaos.
"I see Shishio sent his pet weasel instead of coming here himself," Saito retorted, narrowing his eyes at the audacity of the interloper.
"Ah, Saito, Lord Shishio has other matters to attend to this evening. I will be filling in for him."
"If you think for a minute you're getting out of here alive, you're sadly mistaken," Saito warned, his voice low and menacing.
"Now, now, there's no need for threats," Sojiro replied with a dismissive wave. "I'm simply here to pick up our shipment."
"Over my dead body you are," Saito growled, a fierce determination flickering in his eyes. He couldn't fathom what Shishio needed with four tons of demon steel.
"That can be arranged," Sojiro laughed, a chilling sound that resonated against the backdrop of chaos.
In an instant, Sojiro leaped down from the crane with an agility that seemed almost supernatural, his movements blurring into a streak of motion. The moment his feet touched the deck, their swords clashed in a dazzling display of skill, each strike resonating through the night like a thunderclap. The force of their blows sent metal pings ricocheting across the air, echoing against the sea as if the very ocean were bearing witness to their ferocity.
Saito, with his grounded stance and unwavering focus, wielded his sword with a blend of precision and power. He struck like a bolt of lightning, each move calculated and deliberate, while the brute strength he exerted on each parry sent vibrations up his arms. Sojiro, on the other hand, fought with a fluidity that resembled the graceful dance of a predator. His strikes were quick and deceptive, a flurry of motion aimed to bewilder his opponent, each thrust and slash leaving a mere whisper of air in its wake.
As they feigned left and right, their blades became a symphony of steel, twirling and thrusting in a deadly rhythm. Saito's experience shone through as he maneuvered defensively, his eyes assessing each incoming attack, while Sojiro darted around him like a shadow, always just out of reach. It was a battle of not just speed, but also cunning and strategy, both warriors intent on outsmarting the other.
Edge of steel clashed with edge, leaving sparks that illuminated their fierce expressions in the night sky. Saito's resolve hardened; with each block, he countered Sojiro's erratic style, grounding himself like a mountain against a raging storm. Sojiro, with his unpredictable strikes, forced Saito to remain on his toes, yet Saito's steady counterattacks began to find their mark, creating openings that suggested the tide could turn.
In this fierce ballet of combat, every moment was charged with danger, their breaths coming in quick gasps as they danced perilously close to the edge of defeat. The air thickened with tension, both warriors locked in a deadly duel where only one would emerge unscathed.
In the heat of battle, Sojiro's gaze shifted towards the towering crane that loomed ominously over the dock. With a feral grin, he knew that the battle wouldn't simply be won with swordplay. He had a more dramatic plan in mind.
With a sudden surge of speed, Sojiro pivoted, swinging his sword with precise force at the base of the crane's support. The blade sliced through the metal like it was nothing more than parchment, sending a shiver through the structure as it began to tremble ominously. A loud, grating scream echoed as the crane buckled under the weight of its own precarious balance, alarm bells ringing in the distance.
""I'm afraid I must stop playing with you now. Ciao." he called out gleefully, watching the crane start to tilt dangerously.
As it began to collapse, a cascade of metal and wood splintered and crashed, reverberating like thunderclaps across the docks. Sojiro didn't hesitate; he set his feet in motion, a blur of speed as he raced down the precarious arm of the crumbling crane. The world around him transformed into a chaotic rush of adrenaline, the ground falling away beneath him as he leaped and dodged debris, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination.
With each stride, he felt the thrill of the descent, the air whipping past him as the ground raced closer. As the crane continued to fall, he launched himself into a breathtaking leap, soaring through the air, his sword held high, he landed solidly on the deck of the Ro-Ro boat with a resounding thud.
Saito had no time to brace himself. Without warning, a deep, foreboding rumble reverberated beneath his feet, growing louder and more ominous. The ground splintered and bucked violently, and before he could react, a massive explosion detonated from below the dock.
The sheer force of the blast erupted from the depths like a monstrous roar, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Saito was enveloped in a cataclysmic wave of heat and debris, the world around him spiraling into chaos. The dock exploded outward, colossal chunks of steel and concrete careening in every direction.
Caught in the epicenter, Saito felt the brutal impact as he was violently hurled backward, the ground giving way beneath him. The force of the explosion knocked the breath from his lungs, and he was engulfed in a cloud of smoke and flying shrapnel, his vision a chaotic swirl of dark and light.
As the dust settled, Saito found himself sprawled on the ground, shards of metal protruding from his chest, smoke curling around him like a serpent. His body ached, bled out, and the ringing in his ears drowned out the sounds of chaos. He couldn't force himself to move, he was forced to lie there as he noticed the massive shipping container tumbling into the ocean, the destruction leaving a gaping maw in the dock.
It dawned on him slowly, like ice coursing through his veins: Shishio's men had hijacked a submarine, and he had been caught in the explosion of a calculated ambush. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Saito knew he wouldn't be able to help Kenshin now as he was. The fight was far from over, and he could already sense Sojiro's laughter echoing in the aftermath of the devastation.
Kenshin remained locked in combat, unaware of the chaos unfolding behind him. Each swing of his blade was a testament to his skills, his focus directed at the relentless wave of Shishio's men charging toward him. The cacophony of steel echoed in his ears, but it wasn't until he felt the unmistakable shift in pressure that he acknowledged the blast.
Before he could react, Sojiro charged at him head-on, their blades colliding with a resounding clash that reverberated through the air. Kenshin fought valiantly against the throng of enemies while simultaneously fending off Sojiro's lethal strikes, the two combatants becoming entangled in a deadly waltz of violence.
Just as Kenshin began to gain the upper hand, a new threat emerged from the shadows—a demon, wild-eyed and desperate, barreled toward him, explosives strapped tightly to its chest. Time slowed as Kenshin realized the impending danger. With a calculated strike, he cut through the bomb's wiring, severing the threat as he decapitated the demon in the same fluid motion. But his double attack did not go unpunished.
Sojiro seized the moment, drawing his weapon and firing two rounds of demon steel bullets straight into Kenshin's back. Pain ignited like wildfire as the projectiles tore through him, sending shockwaves coursing down his spine. He let out a pained groan but refused to relent, embracing the agony as fuel for his resolve. With a sharp pivot, Kenshin swung his blade backward, the arc of steel slashing through Sojiro's gun before cutting a deep line across his chest.
Sojiro cried out, narrowly dodging the lethal strike that threatened to bisect him. He staggered back, pressing a hand against his wounded chest, feeling the warm blood seep through his fingers. Both he and the battousai heaved, their breaths mingling in the charged air, locked in a fierce glare as each weighed their next move.
Kenshin's attention was suddenly drawn to the flickering flames that blazed on the dock behind him, smoke curling ominously into the night sky. Sojiro followed his gaze, a cruel laugh escaping his lips.
"That's right. Your precious shipment has become one with the ocean, as well as your friend," he taunted.
"Saito!" Kenshin shouted, his heart racing in panic.
"So, what will it be?" Sojiro grinned wickedly. "You can finish here with me, or you can save your friend."
"God fucking damn it," Kenshin snarled, fury fueling his next move.
In a brilliant flash, the battousai transformed, blasting back into the form of a hawk. With a pained flutter, he soared into the air, blood streaming from his shoulder and back as the bullets fell from his body in a rain of dark red. Though the transformation offered him some reprieve, the damage had been done—he still needed to heal.
Soaring above the chaos, Kenshin's heart raced as he searched for Saito amid the wreckage. It didn't take long for him to spot a bloodied form sprawled on the dock. Saito had somehow survived the explosion, but he was in terrible shape, cuts and bruises marring his face and body. Gritting his beak against the pain, Kenshin spiraled down, determined to reach his fallen ally before it was too late.
The battousai fumbled for his cellphone, the urgency of the situation pressing down on him like a lead weight. With shaking fingers, he hit the speed dial for Hiko, his heart racing as he anticipated the sound of his mentor's voice.
"Hiko! Open a portal now! We need to get out of here!" Kenshin's voice was tense, desperation coloring every syllable.
"What the hell happened out there?" Hiko's response came through the line, echoing with concern and disbelief.
"I'll explain later," Kenshin replied, his voice tight. He glanced down at Saito's bloodied form sprawled across the deck. "We just need to get him help. He's been hit!"
"Hold on!" Hiko barked, and Kenshin could hear the rush of movement on the other end before the line went quiet.
Without hesitating, Kenshin slung Saito's limp body over his shoulder, fear and adrenaline coursing through him. Just then, the familiar sound of Hiko's portal initiating crackled through the phone, enveloping the surrounding air in a shimmer of energy.
"Now, Kenshin!" Hiko ordered, his voice igniting a fire in Kenshin's veins.
Ducking through the portal created by Hiko's magic, Kenshin felt the world blur around him, light stretching and bending in impossible ways before collapsing into a singularity. They were yanked through space and time in an instant, the rush of the journey feeling both exhilarating and terrifying.
They landed with a heavy crash in Hiko's office, sprawled on the polished wooden floor. The disorienting sensation faded quickly, replaced by the stark reality of their situation. Blood from Saito seeped onto the floor, staining it as Kenshin knelt beside his friend, panic rising in his chest.
"Hiko! Get a healer, now!" Kenshin shouted into the cellphone, urgency sharpening his voice. Every moment felt critical as he cradled Saito protectively, praying for his friend's survival.
"I'm on it!" Hiko replied, already moving with purpose, understanding the gravity of the situation. The tension in the air thickened, and Kenshin could feel time slipping away from them as he focused solely on Saito, hoping against hope that help would come in time.
Later that night*
Kenshin returned home, giving blood on his sword one last determined shake before stepping over the threshold into the house.
Tomorrow, he will give the full report to Hiko about the sunken stock, but for now, the weight of the day's events lingered heavily on his mind.
Saito was in bad shape, they had to stabilize his injury before he could leave. Tokio was going to kill him when she found out what happened. This had spiraled into a colossal mess that they would undoubtedly have to clean up later.
The house was cloaked in darkness, just as he had expected.
"Yo!" Sano called out, waving casually from his spot on the couch, his relaxed demeanor offering a stark contrast to the tension still lingering in Kenshin's mind.
"Sano," Kenshin acknowledged gruffly.
"From the looks of it, tonight went rough," Sano remarked, motioning to Kenshin's current state—tattered clothes, blood smeared across his skin, and the obvious shoulder wound that stood as a testament to the night's events.
"'Yes, we were not able to retrieve the shipment without incident," Kenshin replied, his expression solemn.
"Man, I really missed out!" Sano exclaimed, regret in his voice as he took in the aftermath, wishing he could have been part of the action instead of waiting idly."
"Where is Kaoru?" Kenshin asked, redirecting the conversation. He did not feel like relieving the Gory details at the moment.
"She's asleep next to Megumi in the other room," Sano responded, gesturing subtly toward the door, assuring Kenshin that she was safe and resting.
"How did her healing go?" Kenshin inquired, his brows knitted with concern.
"When we showed up, she was rolling around on her futon like a bed bug, but she eventually settled down with Megumi's help," Sano replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I'm grateful to you for bringing her over," Kenshin said sincerely, his tone reflecting appreciation.
"Don't mention it," Sano shrugged nonchalantly. "She wanted to come anyway."
"Kenshin?" a soft voice called, breaking the stillness of the room.
"'Missy! You're awake?' Sano called out, his voice brightening with surprise as he caught sight of Kaoru, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Kenshin whipped around to find Kaoru standing there in a nightgown, the delicate fabric swaying slightly as she took a step forward.
Kaoru recoiled at the sight of Kenshin, her eyes widening in horror. He was covered head to toe in blood, a gun holster slung precariously over his shoulder, while two smaller blades were tucked into the waistband of his leg for easy access. His sword hung at his side, also smeared with crimson stains, the deep black of his attire only accentuating the gruesome contrast.
"Kaoru!" Kenshin called out as she stumbled backward.
Caught off guard, Kaoru tripped over her nightgown, and as she fell, Kenshin instinctively reached for her. In a panic, she attempted to bat his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" she gasped, her voice laced with fear." Her expression was one of horror, reproach.
She was afraid of him.
Kenshin halted his reach, sadness flooding his gaze as he observed her distress. She was in a state of panic, and he could smell the fear radiating from her. He noticed her tense posture, the way she held her breath until it escaped in shaky gasps. Her small frame trembled as she faced him, a stark reminder of the physical and emotional toll of their chaotic lives.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this," he said gently, his voice barely above a whisper.
"STOP." Kaoru screamed from her position on the ground.
With great care, Kenshin slowly backed away, giving her space to breathe.
"Kaoru please calm down. It's okay, I would never hurt you." Kenshin tried to talk to her calmly.
He was a killer. He was a demon. He was not a good person. He was a murderer. The image of Shishio's sinister smile flashed in her mind, bloody and grinning, with her blood smeared around his mouth. "Mmm. Delicious." He laughed evilly in her face.
Kaoru's heart raced as her thoughts swirled in turmoil, the perfect image she had held of Kenshin shattering like fragile glass under the weight of reality. She screamed bloody murder, panic surged through her, and she continued to scoot back on her butt in the hallway, desperately trying to distance herself from the figure that had once held her admiration.
Megumi, hearing Kaoru's screams, rushed into the hallway to assess the situation. While she wasn't as put off by Keshin's appearance as Kaoru, a protective instinct flared within her as she shot Kenshin a fierce glare.
"What have you done?" she demanded before turning her attention back to Kaoru, gently coaxing her back into the safety of the bedroom.
With a decisive slam, Megumi shut the door, effectively cutting off the tense atmosphere. Kenshin heard Kaoru's sobs echoing on the other side, the sound piercing his heart. He caught fragments of Megumi's soothing voice as she worked to comfort Kaoru, trying to mend the emotional scars that had suddenly surfaced.
Sano had wandered off to the kitchen and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey into a rocks glass, the amber liquid shimmering under the light. He handed one to Kenshin, who accepted it with a weary nod.
"Missy seems like more of a scaredy cat these days," Sano remarked.
"That's an understatement," Kenshin sighed dejectedly, running a hand through his hair. "She's terrified of me."
"Yeah, Megumi can be jumpy too," Sano observed, he leaned back against the counter of the kitchen. "But I guess her job has given her guts of steel."
Kenshin took a large swing of his drink, contemplating the tangled dynamics of their lives.
"I don't know what to do, Sano," Kenshin confessed, voicing his frustration. "I can't change who I am; I feel like I have to shield her from everything. This... this being a protector—it's hard for me."
He paused, taking a deep breath as he leaned against the nearby wall, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him.
"I'm not really good with this stuff, man. But if I had to guess, she doesn't encounter a lot of bloody demons in her everyday life." Sano offered.
Kenshin sighed heavily, the sound filled with a mix of helplessness and self-awareness, the burdens of his past looming large in his mind.
"On that note, I'm going to call it a night," Kenshin said, turning to head toward his own room.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow, man," Sano replied, as he gave Kenshin a reassuring pat on the back.
Kenshin then downed the remainder of his whiskey in one swift motion and made his way to his private shower. This bathroom was the farthest away from Kaoru's guest room, offering him a much-needed sense of solitude as he prepared to wash away the tension of the day.
He didn't hear a peep from the other side this time; his demon's inner dialogue was as quiet as the grave. Perhaps it had been sated by all the bloodshed of the evening, or maybe it simply didn't care this time. The silence felt oddly comforting, allowing Kenshin a moment of respite.
He shed his clothes quickly, the fabric falling away as he stepped into the shower. As the warm water cascaded over him, he rested his head against the tiled wall, letting the steam envelop him as he pondered his thoughts.
What to do? He had known trauma intimately, but he had hundreds of years to work through it.
Now, he realized he would have to find a way to earn Kaoru's trust again, to bridge the chasm that now lay between them.
The next morning*
Kenshin didn't have a meeting until the early afternoon, yet he found himself pacing anxiously, glancing at Kaoru's closed door. She hadn't emerged, and a swell of worry gripped him.
'Fuck it.' he thought, half-jokingly wondering if he could turn into a worm and crawl under her door just to check on her.
Lost in his thoughts, Kenshin collided with Megumi as she stepped out of Kaoru's room, his urgency momentarily startled.
"You need to practice more discretion," Megumi scolded, her voice firm as she addressed him like a wayward child.
"I wasn't thinking," Kenshin defended, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I hadn't expected that reaction, or to even speak to her at that hour."
"Well, expect the unexpected when cohabitating with a trauma survivor," Megumi replied, shaking her head at him disapprovingly and crossing her arms. Her expression was a mixture of concern and exasperation, a reminder of the delicate situation they were navigating.
"You're right; I need to be more cautious," Kenshin conceded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he reflected on her words. The weight of responsibility settled heavier on his shoulders as he recognized the importance of being mindful of Kaoru's feelings.
"All men are the same, whether they are demon, mortal, or even dog, it seems," she remarked with a hint of disdain, as she shook her head at him again.
Shortly after that interaction, Megumi and Sano took their leave, their departure leaving a quiet emptiness in the air. With the house settling into stillness, Kenshin couldn't shake the growing worry for Kaoru, who still hadn't emerged from her room. The anxiety gnawed at him, each passing minute amplifying his concern as he paced restlessly, contemplating how to approach her.
"That's it." Kenshin remembered, swiftly transforming into Kenzo.
Resuming his furry shape, Kenshin trotted over to Kaoru's door, instinctively sniffing beneath the gap.
Inside, Kaoru had been sitting against the wall, her arms crossed over her lap, lost in her thoughts. When she heard the soft sniffing, she looked up in surprise to see a black muzzle peering at her.
'Huh?'
A low whine punctuated the air, and, puzzled yet intrigued, she opened the door.
There stood Kenzo—well, Kenshin—in his canine form, looking up at her with gentle eyes and a tail wagging enthusiastically. Instinctively, Kaoru reached out to touch the dog, her hand brushing against his fur as she began to pet him.
The overwhelming cuteness captured her heart, and while her mind wrestled with its concerns, her body felt an immediate sense of calm washing over her.
"It's alright, you don't have to change your shape for me," she reassured him with a faint smile, her voice softening the tension in the air.
Kenshin morphed back into his human shape in the blink of an eye. Kaoru blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Kenshin standing before her. He looked at her timidly, his violet eyes studying her, checking for any residual signs of distress from the previous night.
Kenshin took a deep breath, "Kaoru, I am truly sorry for last night. I didn't mean to scare you," he replied, his tone earnest as he sought to convey his regret.
"I know," she said, her gaze dropping to the floor as she spoke. "I'm aware of your line of work. My body just reacted. It felt like you weren't real."
Kenshin's concern deepened as he asked gently, "What did you see that you had screaming so violently? Was it the sight of blood?"
"'Yes, partially. I saw Shishio's face flash in my mind, his mouth covered in my blood. He was taunting me,' she confessed, the memory sending a shiver down her spine.
"I see," Kenshin replied, his voice reflecting his sadness as he processed her words.
"He's all I see at night when I sleep; it never stops," she added, her tone heavy with the weight of her torment. She shrugged her shoulders in defeat.
Kenshin listened intently to her words, a wave of yearning washing over him. He wished he could hold her close, to offer her comfort, and shield her from the nightmares and visions that plagued her rest.
Instead, he nodded calmly, his demeanor composed as he remained observant. He kept a safe distance, consciously withholding the warmth of their usual morning hug and kiss.
He wasn't ready to risk physical contact just yet, wanting to tread carefully as they navigated the fragile emotional terrain between them. Kaoru hadn't made a move to embrace him either. She stood firmly rooted in place.
"Kaoru, I long to offer you comfort, a way to ease your burdens—anything your heart desires." Kenshin began, his tone gentle. "Yet, I find myself uncertain, as I've never walked this path with a partner before. Please, show me how I can be the support you need, how I can be there for you."
Kaoru wanted to melt at his words; they were like a soothing balm against her anxieties. She desperately wished to forget what she had witnessed the night before, to embrace the warmth of his presence without fear.
Yet, her mind and body fought against her, haunted by the other side of him that triggered her fears. She was acutely aware of how easily she could dysregulate at any moment, overwhelmed by an errant smell, sound, or sight—even from the man she loved.
She leaned forward, a tremor of uncertainty coursing through her as her shaky hand reached out to touch him. Kenshin observed her efforts, remaining still to allow her the space to explore her boundaries. As she reached for a long strand of his hair, she held it delicately between her fingers, nervously fidgeting with it as she sought solace in the familiar texture.
"I-I don't know how to make it stop," she admitted, vulnerability lining her voice. "All I can ask at this point is that you keep the Battousai away from me. I don't want his games; I can't handle him right now."
The weight of her request hung in the air, a plea wrapped in both fear and hope.
"You have my word Kaoru," Kenshin promised. "I shall make every effort to ensure that the Battousai remains distant from you as much as possible. I'll keep my sword close by at all times."
Kaoru exhaled slowly, a long breath escaping her as she nodded. "Thank you. I understand that you and the Battousai are connected, and that will never change. I just need time to heal.'"
"Of course," Kenshin replied, nodding in agreement once more. He understood that the Battousai would likely protest, but he would find a way to reason with him. They would sabotage their shared goal of being with Kaoru if they couldn't learn to work together.
"'Thank you," Kaoru said, her voice half-hearted, she felt underlying guilt that gnawed at her. She felt as though she was pushing him away—this was the man she longed for, yet the circumstances kept them apart. As she let the strand of his hair slip from her fingers, they both watched it fall.
Kenshin didn't want this to be their only interaction together today. He sought to connect with Kaoru more deeply before he had to leave that afternoon, to build rapport with her.
"Kaoru, do you have the energy to continue our conversation?" he asked gently. "I'd like to know more about your healing process. Are you hungry?"
Kaoru snapped out of her melancholic state at the mention of food, a flicker of hunger igniting within her. Eating would certainly be a welcome idea. Her stomach rumbled loudly beneath her robe.
Additionally, she realized with a pang that she hadn't taken the time to examine her wounds today. She hadn't intentionally avoided them, her mind had been occupied by other things.
"Yes, let's do that but," Kaoru replied, hesitantly. "What would you like to know? Are you wanting me to show you?" The thought of undressing in front of him stirred a wave of discomfort within her, a blush creeping to her cheeks as she grappled with her nerves.
Noting her discomfort, Kenshin raised his hands in a defensive gesture, striving to appear less threatening.
"Oh, you don't have to show me any private areas; an arm or forearm will suffice," he reassured. "It could be a general update—no visuals if you'd prefer."
His intention was clear; he wanted to make her feel at ease in this delicate moment.
Kenshin offered a reassuring smile. "There's no rush. I'll go ahead and get lunch started," he said, hoping to lighten the mood.
Kenshin turned to head down the hall toward the kitchen, but Kaoru's voice called out to him from behind.
"Kenshin?"
"Yes?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
"Do you have any books or literature I can use to read up on demons?"
"O-oro?" Kenshin replied, caught off guard by her unexpected request. Why in the world was she asking for that? Just the night before, she had been terrified when faced with a 'demon.'
Kaoru prefaced her response before he could inquire further. "Saito mentioned that I should educate myself more on the topic. I can't expect you to tell me everything," she explained.
"Hmm, if you're eager to empower yourself with knowledge, I can certainly respect that." Kenshin replied. He appreciated her willingness to take initiative, recognizing the strength that came from understanding.
He made his way back to the kitchen, taking mental notes of which books to show her in the resources he had after lunch.
Kenshin busied himself in the kitchen, preparing their meal with focused intent. He assembled a delightful array of items for a bento box—steaming rice, vibrant pickled vegetables, tender chicken, roasted potatoes, and a crisp salad. Once he had finished, he artfully arranged everything on the table, covering the boxes with their lids to keep the flavors fresh.
He noticed that Kaoru had taken some time to get changed, and he had used the preparation of food as a distraction to avoid hovering around her. While he waited, he decided to tackle the mess in the kitchen. It was no big deal; the task provided him with a sense of comfort as he waited for her arrival.
He decided it was time to check in with his beast, which had been uncharacteristically quiet for the past sixteen hours. It wasn't like the demon to abstain from chiming in with some witty, rude, or brutally honest remark. The silence was disconcerting, leaving Kenshin with a nagging sense of unease adding to his current anxiety over Kaoru.
'Why are you so quiet.' Kenshin probed, he pondered what might be unfolding within.
'Are you not aware of the tidings? I have been cast into banishment.' The battousai declared with a cold, commanding resonance.
He was far from thrilled at the thought of being cast aside by his muse. A wounded ego festered within him, breeding a sense of spite.
'It's only a temporary arrangement; she needs time to heal,' he asserted, his mental tone steady yet firm. '
Your aggressive behavior is simply too jarring.'
'Don't pretend to take the high ground,' the Battousai retorted with a mocking laugh.
'You reveled in slaughtering Shishio's men not a fortnight ago. I did not act alone; I merely assisted. It's not my fault you that you forgot to clean yourself up.'
Kenshin gritted his teeth, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. Of course, his demon would deflect all the blame onto him, taking no responsibility for the way he engaged in their conversations. It was always easier for the Battousai to shirk accountability and let his rage take the lead.
'I rest my case, until you learn to play well with others, you are grounded.' His tone was intentionally belittling, as if he were scolding a wayward child, keen on emphasizing the need for cooperation.
'GROUNDED? A LEGENDARY DEMON—TO BE GROUNDED?' he snarled, his voice dripping with malice.
'I have no desire to abide by your trivial human social norms, nor will I dilute my essence to make anyone feel comfortable. She will bend to my will, or she will suffer the consequences.'
'You leave me no choice then. Embrace your solitude,' Kenshin declared, a chilling finality in his tone.
'HA! You will inevitably need me again; mark my words. You're far too soft with her, a weakness that will be your undoing. You can't conceal me forever; I will find a way to emerge, whether you wield your sword or not.'
Kenshin felt the presence in his mind recede abruptly, as if a dark cloud had lifted from his consciousness. Wherever that sinister part of him had gone, he knew it would soon be up to no good, indulging in its mischievous deeds.
It was unsettling to realize that he had no support from that other side during this critical moment. Ultimatums had never worked before; this distinction was one of the very reasons for their split personalities in the first place.
"Mmm, this looks delicious! Did you make all of this yourself?"
Kaoru's cheerful voice chimed in from the dining room, a bright note of enthusiasm cutting through the air and igniting a warm smile on Kenshin's face.
She looked beautiful, wearing a long-sleeved blouse paired with jeans that accentuated her figure. Her hair was neatly tied up with its signature blue ribbon, framing her delicate features. Kenshin felt a deep urge to embrace her, and as her lavender scent returned to its full potency, it flooded his senses, filling him with nostalgic warmth and longing.
"That I did. I hope it is to your liking."
"I am sure I will enjoy it way more than Tokio's blood."
Kaoru took a seat at the table, deftly picking up a pair of chopsticks as she began to eat. Kenshin joined her, settling down across from her, the simple act of sharing a meal bringing a sense of comfort.
"You've set the bar pretty low," Kenshin teased, a playful glint in his eye. "Almost anything tastes better than Tokio's blood."
They both laughed in unison, a shared moment of levity that momentarily eased the weight of their concerns.
"Yes, she had me drink her blood to save time," Kaoru explained, a hint of disbelief mingling with her gratitude. "It seems to have worked—I feel much better: no itching, no scabs. It is nothing short of a miracle."
Kaoru lifted the sleeve of her blouse, revealing her forearm to him. The porcelain skin had returned where an angry wound once marred her flesh, a testament to the healing power of Tokio's blood.
The only noticeable difference was the new skin pigment, significantly lighter than the surrounding areas, resembling a mild case of vitiligo. It was a stark reminder of her ordeal, yet it marked a hopeful step toward recovery.
"Beautiful," Kenshin breathed softly, the compliment escaping his lips before he could rein it in.
Kaoru paused mid-bite, surprise flickering across her features as she looked at him. She hadn't anticipated receiving a compliment from him.
"You don't think it makes me look like a dalmatian?" She asked, hesitantly.
"Not at all; it's simply another feature that adds to your uniqueness," Kenshin replied, his tone sincere as he met her gaze, wanting her to understand the depth of his admiration.
"Thank you, I'm getting used to it," Kaoru replied, her voice laced with a sense of hope as she nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. It was a tentative acceptance of her changed self.
"Of course."
"There is one thing I wanted to run by you—something Tokio mentioned to me," Kaoru began, her expression turning serious.
"Which is?" Kenshin inquired, interest piqued.
"Well, she said there would be side effects. So far, I have not noticed anything," Kaoru replied, her tone questioning.
"Ah, yes. It stands to reason that a human might experience side effects after ingesting a demon's blood."
"Do you think I should be worried about that?"
"Not at all. If a particular side effect is troubling you, we can call Tokio and seek her guidance for a solution."
Kaoru helped Kenshin clear the table, appreciating the open space of his kitchen. The vast granite countertops gleamed, while the island made food preparation an effortless task. It struck her as amusing; she had not expected demons to possess such ordinary kitchens.
"Kaoru, if you're ready, I'd like to show you my study," he said.
"You have a study?" she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. It dawned on her that she had much more to learn about this house.
"Yes, follow me," he replied, leading her toward the weapons room from the previous night.
As Kaoru hesitated outside the door, he offered her reassurance.
"Don't worry; you won't have to look at these," he acknowledged, nodding toward the rows of weapons and swords mounted on the walls.
Kenshin approached a U-shaped niche in the far wall that cradled a small youkai statue. With a twist of the statue, the wall shifted, revealing a hidden entrance to a small library.
The space was cozy, featuring a plush leather chair, a side desk, and soft overhead lighting. Rows of books and scrolls lined the walls, inviting exploration.
"Wow, this house is full of surprises," Kaoru exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. "Where should I start? This is a bit intimidating!"
"Understandable. Allow me to select an easier piece for you. However, be warned that it may contain premodern Japanese; some of it might be challenging to read." Kenshin explained encouragingly.
He moved to a quiet corner of the room and retrieved a brown leather-bound book that appeared as though it had withstood the test of centuries. The cover of the book was weathered and faded, and it exuded a rich scent of smoke, hinting at countless stories held within its pages. He handed it to Kaoru, and she held it carefully.
"Are you sure it won't fall apart?" She questioned him cautiously.
"Yes, it is protected by magic, which keeps it intact. However, please proceed with care, as one should when handling ancient artifacts."
"Magic? What sort of magic?"
"It is a preservation spell, nothing more." He explained casually.
"Yes, you'll find much about that within these pages as well. This book contains ancient matters—the Kojiki.' He continued.
"What? You have the Kojiki? How?!" Kaoru exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"It's not the original, but rather an old copy. The original was penned in 712 AD; this version was copied from that and supplemented with additional information on demons centuries later. Think of it as the updated edition."
Kenshin withheld the bloody method used to come by such an article. He did not want to frighten Kaoru further.
"Holy shit, that's amazing!" Kaoru marveled, her excitement palpable.
"Indeed, we also possess a revised copy of the Nihon Shoki," Kenshin revealed. "It details which members of the imperial line became demi-gods, co-created with demi-gods, and much more."
"Wow, I can't wait to read that one too! I didn't expect to feel so excited about this!" Kaoru exclaimed, her enthusiasm radiating as she realized the depth of knowledge that awaited her.
"This one is glad to hear that." Kenshin beamed back at her.
Kaoru felt a rush of happiness swelling in her chest, an overwhelming desire to jump up and embrace him. Instead, her hands found their way to his chest, trembling slightly as they pressed against him.
Kenshin stopped smiling, his gaze now fixed on her touch, his body remaining still under her hesitant fingers. With careful intention, Kaoru stood on her tiptoes, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Thank you," she whispered softly against his lips, her breath shaky as she withdrew, an electrifying connection lingering in the air between them.
Kenshin relished the moment, allowing the significance of it to wash over him as he waited for her to step back before responding. Each small kiss they had shared since their reunion in the hospital felt like pure bliss. He had been starving for her affection while she was missing, and now every touch felt like a gentle balm to his weary spirit.
"You are most welcome, Kaoru," he replied softly, remaining close to her as her hands lingered on his chest. They shared another intimate moment, a stillness settling between them before the spell was broken.
Kenshin knew he had to go meet with Hiko to recap last night's mission, the weight of responsibility pulling him back to the present. "Regretfully, I must leave now. I have to recap last night's events with my boss," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice as his gaze lingered on her.
"Okay, I will be in here," Kaoru replied easily, though beneath her calm facade, a whirlwind of emotions churned. She figured he would be working every day, his responsibilities always pulling him away.
"One last thing," he continued, his tone shifting slightly as he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Please note that this room is also a panic room. It locks from the inside if anything were to happen."
Kaoru nodded, though a unease fluttered in her stomach. "That's good to know; hopefully, I won't have to use it."
"Yes, I hope so too." He hesitated for a moment, concern etching his features. "I don't have anyone to come stay with you today. Will you be okay?"
The question hung in the air, and Kaoru forced a smile, despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. "I should be fine. I'll keep myself busy."
"Okay." His lips curved into a fleeting smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, still heavy with worry. "I will see you tonight." He stepped toward the door, pausing just before reaching the handle, as if he wanted to say more. With a gentle sigh, he closed the door behind him, leaving her in the quiet stillness of the room.
As the door clicked shut, Kaoru felt an emptiness settle around her like a heavy cloak. She didn't want him to go. Confusion swirled within her; the kiss they had shared earlier replayed in her mind like a haunting melody, igniting the familiar flames of attraction she felt for him.
Can you be deathly afraid of and attracted to your boyfriend at the same time?
The thought danced in her mind, tugging at her heartstrings as she plopped herself down onto the soft leather chair. The warm scent of the surrounding space enveloped her, but the echoes of uncertainty clung to her like shadows.
She picked up a book, forcing herself to focus on the words printed on the pages. Yet, each line seemed to blur as her mind drifted back to that kiss, the way his lips had ignited a fire within her, mingling with the worry that clung to her thoughts.
Maybe she was caught in a tangled web of emotions, but she couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing just outside that door, one she would have to face without him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Guys, this chapter was so fun to write.
I was watching the anime, and nerding out.
Can you tell this was my favorite chapter in the whole story?
Love ya!