Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original
Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony
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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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Saito tossed the stub of his cigarette into the fire and bent to
retrieve the chunk of wood the tanuki girl had turned into a projectile weapon
earlier. He was wet, cold and
irritable. What the girl need was a
lesson in discipline. Unfortunately he
had neither the time nor the inclination to give it to her. He’d leave it up to the Battousai to deal
with it. He smiled humorlessly. If he waited for that to happen he’d be old
and gray.
Kaoru glared at her pile of wet
clothes…they weren’t going to dry like that…then frowned in sudden
remembrance. “Saito, where are my
mushrooms?”
He scowled at the back of her
head. “Mushrooms.” He repeated in deadly soft tones as he
dropped the wood onto the fire and crossed to the door, his hand resting on the
hilt of his katana. The silly girl had
an unhealthy fixation with mushrooms.
“We have more important things to worry about than a basket of fungus,
tanuki girl.”
“Kenshin needs those mushrooms for
dinner, Saito. And what’s more
important than that?”
The door crashed open revealing
three crudely dressed men brandishing bare blades. Behind Saito, Kaoru squeaked in alarm. “We have company.” Saito
drew his katana slowly and calmly faced his opponents. At last…a way to relieve his tension caused
by the annoying girl behind him.
Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be.
One look at Saito’s cold smile and glittering amber eyes and the new
arrivals turned and ran into the driving rain.
“Ahou.” Saito resheathed his katana and kicked the
door shut.
Kaoru shook her head slowly. At least Saito was good to have around for
something. Who had to fight when Saito
was around? One look from him was
enough to terrify the ‘bad guys’ into running away. “How pathetic.”
“You would have preferred to see
their blood?” Saito turned slowly to
face her. “You surprise me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Saito. Of course this is preferable to violence. What I meant is that there were three of
them and two of us. That’s what I meant
by pathetic.”
“Two?” One eyebrow rose eloquently.
“All right…you. Happy?
Now, about my mushrooms?”
Saito scowled in annoyance. “Your damned mushrooms are right here,
tanuki girl.” He picked up the basket
and dropped it in her lap.
“Thank you.” She ground out through gritted teeth.
“You’re welcome.” He replied in kind.
“Fine.”
“Fine.” They glared at each other for several heartbeats before Saito
bent to retrieve Kaoru’s soaked kimono.
Silently, he wrung out the excess water and draped it over the jizaikagi suspended over the
fire pit. He paused in the act of
wringing out her tabi to sneeze.
Kaoru bit her lip then sighed. “Pass me your uniform jacket, Saito.”
“Why?” He reached for the obi that had caused her so much grief earlier.
“Just do it…then turn your back.”
He gave her a puzzled look but
handed over his jacket. “It’s wet,
Kaoru-ch…“ He sneezed before he could
finish the habitual insult.
“Turn around.” When he’d reluctantly complied Kaoru quickly
wiggled out of the blanket and pushed her arms into the oversized jacket. It barely preserved her modesty, but it would
have to do. “My haori’s by the
door. When you’re done it’s your turn
with the blanket.”
Saito turned and stared in
open-mouthed shock. “What…“ He couldn’t finish. Kamiya Kaoru had succeeded where others
failed. She’d shocked Saito Hajime into
speechlessness.
**To Be Continued…**
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Author’s Notes:
1.Sorry about the delay in updating. I’ll try to make up for it today by posting a little extra than
usual.
2.Thanks again for all the encouraging reviews.
3.Saito & Kaoru are very OOC in this fic.
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Definitions:
ahou: moron
jizaikagi:
pothook