Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

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The Blanket Scenario

Saito & Kaoru

Fanfic By:  Chiruken

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

                Kaoru was near tears.  Saito would return at any moment and the curse of the obi had stuck again.  There was no way the knot was budging.  She covered her face and moaned in misery.  It was Otsu all over again.  The only difference was that her companion, if he could be called that, wasn’t Shinomori Aoshi.  No, somehow, some way, she’d angered the kami and ended up stuck with Saito Hajime, a first class jerk and all around rotten egotistical psychopath.  “Why me?”  She couldn’t even run, not with her twisted ankle swollen and throbbing.

 

            Saito pushed the door open and stopped to sneeze.  He scowled at the girl, still dressed in her soaked kimono.  “I thought I made myself clear.”

 

            “You did.  I tried.  I can’t.  The damned obi is knotted.”  Kaoru closed her eyes and prepared herself for the worst, head bowed in defeat.

 

            Saito sighed inwardly.  “You certainly have your problems, don’t you?”  He knelt behind her and studied the mentioned knot with a frown.  “Lean forward.”  Within moments he had the knot undone and was unwinding the obi from around her slender waist.  “There.  That wasn’t so terrible, was it?”

 

            Kaoru looked at him over her shoulder in surprise.  “Thank you.”  She’d expected him to be obnoxious about it…and he wasn’t.

 

            “Don’t mention it.  I trust you can do the rest?”  He waited until she nodded.  “Good.  Hurry up.  The sooner your clothes are dry, the better.”

 

            Kaoru wasted no time in obeying him.  “Um…Saito…What about you?”  He was just as wet as she was.

 

            “What about me?”  He scowled at the second room.  The occupant was bound to return and wasn’t likely to be happy at discovering he had guests…especially when one was an assistant inspector in the Keishichou.  The only person likely to inhabit this rundown, rat-infested firetrap was one who was usually very interested in staying unobserved by law enforcers.  In other words, if the tanuki girl and he were still here when he returned it could prove…interesting.

 

            Kaoru scowled at his back.  “Where’s the wood?”

 

            “What wood?”

 

            She rolled her eyes and wrapped the blanket around herself.  “The wood you went outside to find, Saito.”  Honestly, was he really that absentminded?  She never would have suspected.

 

            “I lied.”  He answered simply as he turned to face her.  “Move closer to the fire where it’s warm.”

 

            “Would if I could, Saito.  I can’t walk, remember?  And why did you lie?  What were you really doing?”  She wrinkled her nose as a rather nasty smell drifted to her from the direction of the other room.  “And what’s that smell?”

 

            “What you are smelling is a cat fish.”  He crossed to her with a scowl.  How bad was her ankle anyway?

 

            “Someone…lives here?”  She looked around with a grimace of distaste.  “Do you think they’ll mind us being here?”

 

            “More than likely.”  He lifted her and carried her closer to the fire.  “Let me see your ankle.”  He pushed the blanket aside and grimaced at the sight of the swollen and bruised injury.  There was no way she was going anywhere if she had to walk.  “Can you move it at all?”

 

            Kaoru stared at him shocked momentarily speechless.  Saito was being so considerate towards her, her mind just couldn’t grasp it.  Saito wasn’t a nice person, not by any stretch of the imagination.  So…who hit him over the head and sent a look-a-like in his place?

 

**To Be Continued…**

 

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Author’s Notes:

 

1.I love writing…can’t you tell?

 

2.Unfortunately, the next chapter WILL have to wait until tomorrow, no matter how much I do want to write it tonight.

 

3.Is it just me, or are the chapters getting shorter and shorter?  >shrugs< Oh well, I guess that’s just the way it goes, huh?

 

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Definitions:

 

obi:  kimono sash

 

kami:  gods

 

Keishichou:  Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department established in 1874