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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Saito met the furious amber gaze unperturbed. “You surprise me, Battousai.”
“Shut up. Draw your katana,
Saito, and let’s finish this.”
Saito shook his head slowly.
“I think not. I don’t fight
children, Battousai, and that is what you are, isn’t it? A sick and corrupt child, but a child all
the same.”
“You’re delusional. I’m no
child.” The hitokiri narrowed his
eyes. “Now, what were you saying
earlier? You know, before you almost
killed Akane-chan. It was something
about my using the children for my sick pleasure, wasn’t it? Explain.”
Saito shrugged. “How was I
supposed to know what your intentions were?
You’re a killer, Battousai. You,
yourself, have admitted to getting some perverse pleasure out of killing. What was I to think?”
“You’re sick, Saito. I only
kill men, if you hadn’t noticed.” A
sudden smile curved his lips. “You’ve
improved.” He indicated his
shoulder. “You managed to wound
me. I’m impressed. Tell me, did you enjoy it?”
“What kind of sick bastard are you?”
Battousai laughed in delight.
“The insane kind, Saito. Is it
my turn yet? It was starting to get
interesting before we were interrupted.”
Before his words registered, the hitokiri struck, his saya knocking Saito back several paces.
Saito staggered and grimaced as his arm went numb. “Which is the real Battousai?” He asked softly. “The child or the killer?”
“I already told you, I’m no child. And we both know I like to kill. So…what do you say? Child or killer?” His mocking tone matched the cold amusement glittering in his amber gaze. “I think the answer is fairly obvious.”
“True, you are ruthless and cruel…“ His lips curved into a condescending smirk. “But you have the mentality of a child.”
The hitokiri blinked in surprise.
“That’s a little harsh, Saito, even for you. I’m a little disappointed.”
He smiled sweetly, golden eyes glittering dangerously. “What’s the matter, Saito? I thought you wanted to kill me, not discuss
my state of mind.”
“We both know that you’re insane, Battousai. I was merely commenting on your
maturity.” It was amusing to verbally
spar with the younger man for a change rather than using blades.
“My…maturity?” He echoed in
a deceptively amused and mild tone, then laughed harshly. “I can assure you that I’m all grown up,
Saito.” The amber eyes filled with
wicked amusement. “Children don’t feel
lust, do they? Nor do they feel the
need to relieve that lust…right Saito?”
Saito scowled in mock irritation, carefully concealing his own
amusement. “What are you saying? Just because you feel base urges you’re
mature? That’s hardly accurate, ahou.
The body matures, but does the mind?”
“Uh…“ The younger man looked at him blankly, momentarily stunned speechless.
“My point exactly. So…which
are you? Child or adult?”
The hitokiri frowned thoughtfully.
“That’s an unfair question, Saito.
By your reasoning any man from the age of thirteen to the age of
ninety-three could be physically mature but mentally immature…yourself
included. I think everyone has moments
of…“ His voice trailed off as he
scowled suspiciously at Saito. “Are you
trying to distract me?”
Saito smirked. “It worked,
didn’t it? It just proves I’m right.”
“Are you trying to irritate me?
If so, you’re doing a remarkable job of it.”
“So…you only kill men. That
is what you said, isn’t it?” He waited
until the younger man nodded. “Then
since you derive sexual pleasure from killing, would it be accurate to say
you’re okama?”
The hitokiri flushed in angry embarrassment. “What kind of question is that?”
Saito shrugged, unconcerned by the resentment reflected in the younger man’s amber gaze. “Simple curiosity, Battousai.”
“Well, you can keep your curiosity to yourself. I can’t believe you’d ask such an insulting
question. Shame on you, Saito Hajime.”
“And yet you did offer yourself to me before, did you not?” Saito watched in amused fascination as the
smaller man’s blush deepened.
Battousai scowled, eyes narrowed in growing anger. “And I also warned you that you were
unlikely to survive the experience. You
have a remarkable memory when you wish it.”
Saito smirked. “So you
admit it then.”
“Admit what?” The hitokiri
was clearly becoming irritated by the turn in the conversation.
“That you’re okama, of course.
A little sadomasochistic, but okama nonetheless.”
A cruel, mocking smile twisted the younger man’s lips. “Want to find out?” The glitter of malice in his amber eyes
indicated his playfulness was at an end.
“Perhaps some other time.”
Saito watched the smaller man warily as he shifted to the side. “What are you doing?”
“Play time is about to begin, Saito. Are you ready to have some fun?”
Battousai dropped his injured shoulder and grasped the hilt of his
katana. “Your shoulder should have
feeling returning by now.”
Saito scowled. “Is that
what you were waiting for? Why?”
“I enjoy a little challenge, Saito.” He laughed brightly. “It
just wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t wait.”
Saito shook his head slowly and drew in a quick, fortifying
breath. He was about to wager his life
on an assumption…if he were wrong, he would pay for his folly with his
life. “I already told you,
Battousai. I don’t fight children, no
matter how deranged they may be.”
A sound of pure frustration emerged from between the hitokiri’s
clenched teeth. “Not that again. Saito, we’ve been through this. I am not a child. If you don’t draw your katana I will be forced to kill you
without a challenge.” The younger man’s
anger was obvious in his clipped enunciation of each syllable. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Go ahead.” Saito shrugged
in seeming unconcern. He was fairly
certain the hitokiri didn’t want to actually kill him. If he did want to, Saito was also certain
that he’d already be dead.
“What’s the matter with you?
Do you really crave death so much?”
Battousai frowned, clearly puzzled by the other man’s odd behaviour.
“Not particularly, no. But
we both know you aren’t going to kill me, don’t we?” Saito held his breath as the amber gaze narrowed. This was the ultimate gamble. He prayed silently that he wasn’t about to
lose the most important bet he’d ever made.
“This duel is finished. You
won’t kill me and I won’t draw my katana.”
“You know, Saito, someday you’re going to talk yourself right into
a grave.” He sighed and relaxed his
stance. “We’re even now. Next time we meet, we finish this.” He turned on his heel and strode away.
“What do you mean by even, Battousai?”
“You spared my life. I
haven’t forgotten that Saito. Now, I
have allowed you to live as repayment.
That is all.” A moment later the
hitokiri seemed to disappear, leaving Saito standing in the clearing, alone.
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Definitions:
ahou
(moron)
okama
(homosexual)
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Author’s Notes:
1.Currently this all I have for this fic, though I will be working
on it in the future.