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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Fanfic By: Chiruken
We laugh
at the quiddities of those writers now.
--Coleridge
Takani Megumi stepped out of the steamy
bathhouse into the rain-drenched yard, grimacing when the mud squished under
her feet, shivering as the light drizzle splashed against the exposed skin of
the back of her neck, soaking into the soft cotton of her yukata, and shifted
her grip on the young woman she was currently supporting. With a soft barely audible sigh she shook
her head slowly, an indulgent smile curving her lips upwards, softening her
features, and lending warmth to her dark eyes.
“Ah…tanuki…” She shifted her grip again. “Whatever are we going to do with you?” The young woman’s reply was a soft indecipherable murmur as she
snuggled closer to the older woman.
“I say dump her in Sagara’s room so we
can find some privacy.” Megumi started
in surprise, eyes wide with fright, pulse hammering an erratic beat in her
chest, while her heart tried to leap into her throat. She turned a censuring frown on the man standing so close behind
her that she could feel the heat of his body through the layers of their clothing. His lips twitched into a small half smile,
green eyes, usually so cold and emotionless, dancing with amusement.
Megumi scowled in mock irritation and
shook her head sharply. “Don’t do
that, Aoshi! I hate it when you sneak
up behind me and you know it.” Though
her tone was scolding, her eyes glowed with appreciation for the fact that he
was smiling now…for her and her alone.
Tossing her head with a mischievous smile, she nodded towards Kaoru’s
blissfully unaware form. “You can help
me carry this drunk tanuki upstairs.”
Her smile widened into a wide grin.
“And along the way, you can tell me all about Ken-san’s reactions to the
revealing conversation you two just listened in on.”
Aoshi looked at her in surprise, raising
one eyebrow questioningly. “You knew we
were there?” When the lady doctor
nodded with a smirk he frowned, clearly puzzled. “How?”
“Misao spotted you.” She replied rather smugly.
“Misao?!” He asked, disbelief evident in his tone and expression. “But how…”
“The little itachi is much more skillful
than you give her credit for, Shinomori.”
She leveled a censuring scowl up at him and shook her head in
disapproval. “Honestly, Aoshi…you were
the one who trained her.”
“Hmmm…” He replied noncommittally while
rubbing the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.
“Yes, I was, wasn’t I?” He
finally murmured softly as he lifted Kaoru’s limp form into his arms. “Let’s go inside, itoshii…it’s much too damp
out here.”
Megumi nodded her assent and followed
his tall figure across the muddy yard into the back entrance of the Aoiya, up
the stairs and into Sanosuke’s assigned room.
“Here…let me.” She whispered,
unrolling the extra futon while Aoshi continued to hold Kaoru’s sleeping form
with ease. She started to move the
futon a respectable distance from Sanosuke’s form.
“Itoshii…not that I mean to
interrupt…but why not just place her beside Sagara?” Aoshi nodded towards Sano, who was grinning at him with silent
thanks written on his expression.
“Because tori atama just might try to take
advantage of her current vulnerable state, that’s why.” She turned and glared at Sanosuke. “Really, Sano…do you think I’m that…”
“Aw, c’mon, kitsune. I’ll be good…I promise.” He gave her his best earnest look and
sincere smile.
“I’ll just bet you will.” She shook her head with a sigh. “Oh well.
You’re both grown adults. You
can deal with each other in the morning.
I have better things to do than babysit a tanuki and a tori atama.” She gestured to Aoshi to place the limp
young woman on the futon she’d placed beside Sanosuke. As he’d deposited her gently to the soft
mattress, Megumi gently covered her with a warm blanket and slowly
straightened. She smiled at the young
man looking at her with thankful brown eyes.
“Get some rest, Sano. You need
it.”
“Yeah, sure, Megumi. Thanks.”
He leaned back and closed his eyes, a half smile curving his lips
upwards as Megumi and Aoshi quietly slid the shouji closed as they left. He turned to Kaoru, ignoring the twinges of
discomfort the movement caused his bruised and strained muscles and brushed at
damp dark strands of hair clinging wetly to her cheeks with gentle
fingers. “Ah…Kaoru…alone at last.” He chuckled when she shifted, a soft snore
emerging and shook his head slowly, leaning back onto his own futon. “Maybe some other time…” He murmured to the
ceiling.
**To Be Continued…**