Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Amber, Green, and Violet ❯ Prologue

Title: Amber, Green, and Violet

Author: The Hitokiri

Type: One Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. Nor do I want any monetary benefit in return by writing this fanfic using Watsuki Nobuhiro's characters.

Warning: This story has a strong R rating. It contains multiple homosexual (yaoi hentai) sex scenes. If you object to either or both of these, kindly leave. You have been warned.

Pairings: Saitoh x Aoshi, Kenshin x Aoshi, Saitoh x Kenshin

Amber, Green, and Violet

The night was peaceful. Quiet.

"Why are you here?" A tall, handsome man, whose lithe body was illuminated by the pale light of the moon, asked.

"I want you." The voice of cunning and sly reverberated in the stillness.

I had only stood a mere ten feet away from them, concealed by the tree's dark body; both their backs turned away from where I was, straining to listen.

"Where you followed?" Soothing, yet very insistent.

"No." Hard, but somehow reassuring, the voice fit to the one who stalks his prey - roguish, wicked.

The handsome man, his angelic face, now more beautiful than ever, his emerald green eyes illuminating in the dark, turned to face the man holding a cigarette between his lips, "Shall we?"

The other followed, exhaling the smoke from his lungs, leaving me to inhale the nicotine in the air.

Slowly their towering figures disappeared.

The low murmur of the leaves being rocked by the mischievous wind filled my ears. Slowly I eased out of my hiding place, making the faintest of sounds so as not to betray my presence. Ever so lightly, I tilted my head and pushed my feet off the ground, landing squarely on a branch. The scent the two men were giving off, one, of sandalwood and incense, the other, of leather and tobacco, lingered, and with quick steps I followed it, hovering from one tree to another.

Not long after I caught up with them, their eyes looking straight ahead and their lips pursed; their steps urgent. Then I saw at the end of street, an inn, slightly hidden by the tall shrubs surrounding it.

I jumped down from the tree and in a few moments I was feeling my way through the thicket.

One particular room was suddenly bathed in soft, yellow light, the silhouettes of the men giving it an eerie feel. Yet something made me stare a little while longer.

The men started stripping, their sinewy bodies illuminating vigor.

I waited until the room was enveloped in darkness again. With lightning speed I reached the main entrance of the inn. Rather cautiously I proceeded.

I was only halfway through the corridor when I heard something. I stopped rather abruptly then realized moments later that it was calling my attention.

"Come in. We are waiting." Cigarette.

"Don't be shy."

I hesitated.

"Then you shouldn't have bothered to follow us, if you know what I mean."

With my left hand I gripped the hilt of my sword. I sensed danger. But my right had a will of its own, sliding the door open.

Two naked bodies, chiseled to perfection, greeted me. One was tanned, with contours that were rugged and sharp. The other, whose skin looked soft in the moonlight, was lithe and cat-like. They were the most beautiful beings I've ever laid my eyes on; the stark contrast in their bodies only highlighting their splendor.

One nod from the one with amber eyes and I stepped into the room, taking my seat in front of the green-eyed one eyeing me rather curiously.

"What do you want?" The one with amber eyes asked.

"Nothing." I said.

"Then why are you here?"

"To watch."

"Very well then," the amber-eyed said, "Will this change your mind?"

All of a sudden he lunged forward, then went for my throat. With his right hand he pinned me to the wall, my feet off the ground.

The languid steps of the man walking towards me held me spellbound. His movement was so fluid yet undoubtedly dangerous. This I found out with the way he ripped my clothes off as if no human wore them, yanking unmercifully until they tore. The kimono lay in tatters, beyond repair. Yet he didn't stop there. He walked to the other end of the room, in his left hand what was left of my kimono. He stopped, and threw the cloth up in the air. He then unsheathed his sword, and slashed the cloth into several tiny pieces; and like feather they floated around him. This prompted my hair to stand on end.