Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
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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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A Love Story
“To a man of pleasure every moment appears to be lost, which
partakes not of the vivacity of amusement.”
--Joseph Addison (1672 – 1719)
Himura Kenshin, amber
ringed violet eyes narrowed, steps silent and deadly, stalked through the outer
edges of the gardens of the Aoiya, thoughts focused on his irrational anger
towards Shinomori Aoshi and the impossible situation he had created for himself
with Makimachi Misao. Raking an
impatient hand through his red hair in open frustration, he almost missed the
soft, nearly inaudible sound, muted by the dense foliage to the left of the narrow
path he was pacing down, and silently berated himself for allowing his thoughts
to distract him. He approached the
shrubs slowly, reaching out with his senses until he recognized the hidden
individual. “Misao-dono?” She looked up as he parted the branches,
green eyes over-bright with tears, face pale, lips trembling. The next instant she threw herself into his
arms, sobbing inconsolably. Momentarily
frozen with shock, Kenshin could only stand stiffly in her impromptu
embrace. Recovering quickly, he placed
his arms around her and held her tightly, offering what little comfort he could
to the distraught young woman. “It’s
all right, Misao-dono, that it is. I’m
here…” He murmured softly, gently pulling her closer and brushing her hair from
her face soothingly. “What has
happened?” He asked softly and frowned
when her arms tightened almost desperately around him and she began to
tremble. “Misao?” He inquired again, forgetting to add the
honorific in his worry.
“I didn’t mean
to!” Came the muffled reply followed by
a loud sniff. “It was an accident, I
swear!” The misery in her tear-filled
voice tore at his heart and he pulled her even closer.
“What happened? What accident?” He had a bad feeling about it from her near-hysterical
reaction. Instead of receiving a
coherent response, Kenshin found Misao crying harder, her tears soaking into
his gi, slender form shaking uncontrollably.
His unease growing, he tried again.
“Tell me, Misao. What
happened?”
“I didn’t mean to push
that hard! I didn’t think I pushed that
hard! I didn’t mean to hurt anyone I
sw---” The rest of her words were cut off when Kenshin did the last thing she
expected. She stiffened in shock, mind
racing, limbs strangely lethargic, before melting into his embrace, her arms
reaching around him, pulling him closer as she returned the kiss
enthusiastically, deciding that she could wonder later. She pressed closer as he deepened the kiss,
moaning softly at the intimacy, not wanting him to ever stop.
Kenshin pulled her closer,
marveling at the enthusiastic responsiveness of the passionate young woman in
his arms. He pulled back, releasing her
reluctantly, when his keen hearing picked up the unmistakable sound of gravel
crunching under a foot on the path, rapidly approaching their ill-concealed
location in the bushes. Looking down at
her, he smiled, hiding his irritation at being interrupted, amber gaze warm and
tender as he looked into her dazed green eyes.
“Misao…” He murmured her name tenderly before smoothing her dark hair
from her eyes. He kissed her quickly
again before standing, pulling her up with his movement, and setting her behind
him, offering her a moment to straighten her clothes more modestly, golden gaze
fixed on the path, senses alert.
Misao, nerve endings
tingling with awakened awareness stared at the red haired rurouni’s back
stunned momentarily speechless. Slowly
she raised her hand and pressed her fingers to her lips, imagining that she
could still feel his lips against hers.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling for as long as she could. Finally she sighed and looked at him
again. Kami-sama, but he’s a good
kisser! She thought in awe. She shook her head sharply and cleared her
throat to gain his attention again.
“Um…Himura…” She stumbled over his name, knowing in her heart that
things were no longer the same between them.
“There’s something I have to tell you…”
“In a moment, Misao…” He
replied without turning to her, focused instead on the approaching familiar
ki. “It’s Aoshi, that it is.”
His low voice flowed over her like a caress
and it took a moment for his words to penetrate the fog clouding her mind. “A-Aoshi?”
She whispered, pulling back into the concealing bushes as far as she
could. “Oh no…” She moaned, biting her
knuckles.
Kenshin turned to the young woman again,
brows knitted in confusion.
“Misao? Has something happened?”
She nodded miserably. “Y-yes…I…” She paused and drew in a deep,
fortifying breath, using every last ounce of courage she possessed. “I did something terrible…” She whispered
and buried her face in her hands. “I
pushed Sanosuke out of the window!” At
that she dissolved into tears again.
He stared at her in stunned silence for a
moment before pulling her into his arms again, offering comfort to the
distraught young woman. “It’s all
right…I’m right here, Misao, that I am.”
He’d have to get to the bottom of things later, after Misao had calmed
enough to tell him the whole story rationally and without breaking down. He glanced towards the garden path again,
amber eyes narrowed and hard. He
couldn’t quite hold back the low growl that rumbled in his throat when the
other man stepped into view. There was
no way he’d allow Aoshi to hurt her again.
**To Be Continued…**
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