Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ A New Plan ❯ Strange Visitors ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One: Strange Visitors

 

 

 

Makai looked with silent glee at the closed doors in front of her. Oh she was going to have fun with this. Gracefully, she stepped closer, raising her hand and knocking firmly. She could hear movement within the gates of the dojo she was at, along with faint curses. She knew it was late, but she hadn't been able to wait for morning to begin her assignment. Finally, the doors in front of her began to open, and a red-haired man not much taller than herself, and slender, stepped out. He regarded her with curious amethyst eyes. After all, it wasn't every day that you had mysterious visitors in the middle of the night. Especially ones dressed like her.

 

She wore a pair of black pants that skimmed her legs, a pair of tennis shoes peeking out. Her shirt hugged her generous chest, the scoop neck showing a dangerous amount of cleavage, and then floating away from her small frame. Bell sleeves completed the peasant top. Her hair was held up by a pair of decorative chopsticks. Knowing the people of this time, they would either think her a prostitute or crazy.

 

“Can I help you miss,” he asked politely, the timber of his voice lower than one might expect from one so small. Smiling benignly, Makai nodded her head.

 

“I need to speak with Kamiya Kaoru and Makimachi Misao please,” she answered softly, watching with careful eyes the man before her. She could see why Kaoru cared for him so. Even though he was small, it by no means made him weak. His movements were perfectly controlled, the power he possessed fairly humming in the night air. Yes, Kenshin was quite something.

 

“I'm afraid they are asleep. Could you come back tomorrow,” he inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly. So he was protecting them, or more importantly Kaoru. She could tell he thought little of her attire, and even less of her late night visit. Though her outer countenance didn't shift, Makai snickered mentally. Oh this was definitely going to be fun. She could feel another presence approaching, the power it contained tangible. A tall man with midnight black hair and ice blue eyes came to stand beside the smaller male. So Aoshi had joined them.

 

“I really must speak with them. The matter is most urgent, and confidential,” she added, seeing the protest rising on his lips. She allowed some of her power to leak out of her tight control, pushing a little more to get her way. She watched as curious eyes turned weary at its gentle brushing. Maybe now they would get a hint. She was going to see those women regardless of what the men wanted. She watched Kenshin sigh in resignation before turning toward the dojo.

 

“If it is truly that important, then I guess we don't have much choice,” he said quietly. Makai followed him in, Aoshi bringing up the rear. So they thought to guard the girls from her. That was a joke. If she had wanted any of them dead, they would be. Maybe she had let a little too much of her power out. She didn't want the men of the dojo to be suspicious of her. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly bumped into Kenshin's back as he halted in the training room. Indicating she should sit, he lit a few lanterns to provide some light.

Aoshi took a seat opposite her, studying her intently. She knew he was looking for any weaknesses in case she tried to bring harm to any within the dojo. She gave a delicate snort. Like that was going to happen. She saw him quirk an eyebrow in question. Makai just met his cold blue eyes and smiled serenely. She'd been doing this too long to be intimidated by anyone. Besides, if they ever met her husband, they would understand why she was so unafraid. It helped being mated to a powerful demon.

 

She would have just done this the old fashioned way with dreams, but she had a feeling that the people in this dojo would discard them as delusions or tired brains. She couldn't afford to waste her time going through channels that wouldn't work when she was perfectly able to come in person. Besides, she needed to get away from the past for a little while. She loved her home, but sometimes even these “modern” conveniences gave her a little boost of energy.

 

She could hear soft footsteps hurriedly approaching the training room. Low feminine whispers greeted her ears. Finally! She thought she was going to have to wait here forever. Rising to her feet, she turned to face the doors to the hallway. She felt the air shift around her as Aoshi stood as well, coming to stand just behind her. The doors slowly slid open before two very sleepy and rumpled looking women walked in. She giggled lowly at the cute picture they made and at the way the man behind her tensed. He was probably enjoying the view. Misao did look darling.

 

“Hello, I'm sorry to have bothered you so late, but I've come a long way with a very important message,” she spoke, her eyes dancing with merriment. She watched as Kaoru straightened her sleeping yukata while Misao tried to get her long, unbound hair out of her eyes. Situated, they came to a halt to look at their late night visitor. Both sets of eyes were curious and a little angry, but that was to be expected.

 

“It's okay. Why don't we sit down and you can relay your message,” Kaoru said kindly, indicating they should seat themselves on the floor. Yeah right. Aoshi and Kenshin didn't need to hear what she had to say.

 

“I'm afraid what I have to tell you is private. May we three go to one of your rooms to speak,” she asked kindly.

 

“Sure, we can use my room,” Misao said, her energy slowly returning to her after her rude awakening. Giving a little wave to the men, she followed the girls into the gloomy hallway. They made their way further into the confines of the dojo, coming to a room at the end of the hall. Misao indicated they should precede her in. After they had seated themselves, two sets of questioning blue eyes turned her way.

 

“So what do you have to tell us,” Kaoru asked hesitantly.

 

“Just one moment dear,” Makai answered, rising to go and close the shoji door. She then walked to the middle of the room, holding her right hand out, palm facing the ceiling. The tear dropped shaped diamond necklace around her neck began to glow as strands of pure light exited her hand. They wove around the room, spreading themselves against the wall until a solid white barrier surrounded them. Slowly the light melted into the wood, enclosing the three women in a sound proof room. There, that would take care of any eavesdroppers.

 

“What the…” Kaoru whispered in wonder. She had never seen anything like that. It would appear their mysterious visitor was far more than what she seemed. The beautiful woman seated herself once more facing them. The necklace she wore slowly beginning to fade until the stone rested benignly at her throat.

 

“Now we can talk freely,” the woman began, a smile of mischievousness upon her lips.

 

“My name is Makai. I am a sorceress,” the woman said, her face a serious mask now. Even though neither woman believed in such things, they had just witnessed the undeniable proof not moments ago.

 

“How do we know you won't harm us,” Misao asked suspiciously. If the woman was as powerful as she appeared to be, they needed to be on guard. Who knows what else she could do.

 

“Hon, if I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be sitting hear talking right now. Neither would Kaoru, Kenshin, or Aoshi be around,” she said laughingly. The serious gleam in her eyes, though, belied her face. So she wasn't here to harm them. Like she said, they would already be dead if she had. Relaxing her stance, Misao looked to the strange female in confusion. So, what did she want?

 

“If you haven't come to harm us, then why are you here,” Kaoru asked, confusion clouding her face.

 

“I have a proposition to make,” Makai said, a wicked gleam in her eye. Yes, this was definitely going to be fun.