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 8

 

 

 

 

                Saito finished securing the last of the prisoners and straightened with a grimace.  Kaoru was still huddled in the corner, face red with embarrassment.  “Get over it, tanuki girl.  You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

 

            Kaoru glared at him for a moment before dropping her gaze again.  “What would you know?  You couldn’t possibly understand how I feel right now.”

 

            Saito shrugged and added more wood to the fire.  He had to admit she was right.  In all his years he’d never once had to fight in the nude.  It was a skill he hoped to never have to learn.  He knelt in front of her.  “Let me see your ankle.”  She couldn’t have done it any good by using it while still newly injured.

 

            Kaoru shifted with a pained sigh.  “It still hurts if that’s what you’re asking.”

 

            He nodded slowly.  It appeared to be even more swollen now.  He wasn’t surprised.  Her activities had only aggravated the injury.  “I would suggest not using it further.”  He turned away and crossed to the fire to check her clothing.  “Your kimono is still damp, but should be dry enough to wear.”  He tossed it to her and moved to the broken door.  “It’s getting dark.  We should be able to move undetected.”

 

            “You mean…there’s more of them?”  She clutched her rumpled clothes to her chest as he nodded.  “I…um…I can’t move very fast, Saito, not like this.  I’ll just slow you down and probably get the both of us killed in the process.”  She sighed in resignation.  “You go and do whatever needs to be done.”

 

            Ahou.”  He turned slowly to face her.  ”Get dressed.”

 

            “Here?  With these…men watching me?  No way!”

 

            “Now you’re shy and modest?  It didn’t seem to bother you before, Kaoru-chan.”

 

            “That’s because I didn’t know then!  You’re such a jerk!”

 

            “Practical.  I believe the term is practical.  I’m sure they’ll exhibit some honor and refrain from watching.”  He scowled at the men bound hand and foot.  “Won’t you?”  He tapped one on the back of his head with his saya and he nodded almost frantically.  “See?  They’ll behave themselves.  Now hurry up.”

 

            Kaoru pressed her lips together in a stubborn line of refusal.  “Do you honestly expect me to believe the promise of a bunch of criminals?  Forget it.”  She did, however, pull her tabi on, wincing as she bumped her swollen ankle.  “So, how many more are out there do you think?”

 

            “Five, possibly six.”  He glanced at her and shook his head.  “That’s quite the fashion, tanuki girl.”  She looked ridiculous with her tabi pulled halfway to her knees and his uniform jacket falling to mid thigh.  “I doubt the Battousai would approve of your current attire.”

 

            “Well, Kenshin isn’t here, is he?”  Despite her brave words, Kaoru bit her lip nervously.  He certainly hadn’t been happy about the situation in Otsu when she and Aoshi had been forced to share a blanket.  This probably fell into a similar category.

 

            Saito spun to stare out the door into the rapidly growing darkness, eyes narrowed suspiciously.  He opened his senses and scanned the shadows alertly, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana.  “Something’s not…“  The words trailed off as he recognized the cause of his growing unease.  He should have realized this would happen.

 

            “What?  What’s happening?”  Kaoru swallowed past the lump in her throat.  She had a feeling it was her heart.  “Saito?”  Using the broom handle for support she limped towards him.  As much as she disliked the man, it was probably safer to be closer to him.  She squealed in alarm when one of the prisoners grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

 

            Saito whirled, drawing his katana and froze.  “You certainly have a talent for trouble, Kaoru-chan.”

 

**To Be Continued…**

 

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Author’s Notes:

 

1.I am so bad to poor Kaoru.  Hehehe!  All in the name of creativity!

 

2.Wowzies!  So many encouraging reviews!  Thank you mina-san!

 

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Definitions:

 

ahou:  moron