Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Amber Horizons ❯ Chapter 13: The Consequences of Obsession ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Buffybot76: Attention everyone! I must warn you now that this chapter is going to be very dark and some (if not most) content may not be suitable for all audiences. Forgive us, but this *had* to happen in order for the story to progress. Read at your own risk!


- Chapter 13 -


The Consequences of Obsession


The next day of Misao and Koji's mission went as the previous ones had. Long, slow and uneventful, leaving the partners in a state of utter boredom. Misao sat in her usual position at the window, intently watching for any movement around the old mill below. For his part, Koji stood in a corner of the hut, intently watching Misao. He watched her as she swatted absently at a stray lock of bangs, her perfect little mouth drawn up in a cute little pout as she realized that they weren't going to see any action today. He smiled slightly to himself content to stare at his moody young partner. She glanced a different direction, and he watched as her expression changed suddenly.

"Stupid idiot... who does he think he is getting involved in my life..."

Koji blinked.

"Hmph!" She crossed her arms suddenly and he got the distinct impression she wasn't seeing anything beyond the glass.

He watched in amusement as she continued talking and as she spoke he slowly came to the realization of just *who* she was complaining about. Fujita Goro. So, the bastard had done something to displease his little Misao, had he? Perfect, Koji thought, I could use this to my advantage somehow.

Without making a sound, Koji approached Misao, who still sat with arms crossed at the window. She paused once to take a breath before continuing with her rant.

"Doesn't even *care* he's barging into my business. Dumb jerk, he doesn't own me! Oooh, and then flirting with that little tart!" She suddenly shot to her feet and whirled around walking straight into Koji.

"Eh?" She paused and looked up at him, her angry expression vanishing for a moment. It took all of a moment for it to reappear. "What do you think you're doing?! Don't stand so close to me! I need space!"

He smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to eye level with her. "Having a bad day, Misao-chan? Surely it's not that bad."

He expected the soothing tone of his voice would calm her, at least a little. The sudden and violent backlash was completely unexpected. The sharp sting of her hand against his face was a mighty blow and momentarily he was completely breathless.

"Who are you calling 'Misao-chan'?!"

Shock faded as anger took its place. Koji's hand tightened on Misao's shoulder, fisting the cloth of her uniform top, fingers biting painfully into the flesh beneath. Who did this bitch think she was slapping him like that? Was it too much for her to allow him to comfort her when it was obvious that Fujita was being an ass? Why did she put up with that jerk? Why?!

I'll show her. Koji thought furiously. She has me to love her! She doesn't need him and I'll *prove* it!

Misao's breath caught sharply. "Ow! Koji, cut it out, you're hurting me." She winced, attempting to free herself from the steel-like grip. "Officers shouldn't behave like brutes!" She scolded, hoping to snap him out of it, or... or something!

It only caused the spark in his eyes to ignite into a firestorm. He growled, twisting his hand off her shoulder as he brought his other hand up, snagging both her wrists. In a swift move, he had them pulled up sharply over her head. He bodily pushed her back, slamming her hard against the wall, banging her head against the wooden panel.

"K-Koji..." Her heart pounded painfully fast in her chest as terror took over. She stared fearfully at her captor, struggling fruitlessly, bringing her knee up to kick him only to have him antcipate the move and press his knee between her legs. She bit her lip apprehensively, mind racing. How was she going to get out of this?!

She continued to struggle despite the seemingly hopeless position she was in. It was in her nature. She was oniwabanshuu. Makimachi Misao did not go down without a fight! He had lowered his face closer to hers, so close in fact, that she could feel his breath against her cheek. She wrinkled her nose at the sour stench which eminated from his oral cavity, the smell only serving to stimulate the growing nausea welling in her stomach. She nearly gagged. Turning her face as far away from the close proximity of his own, Misao once again tried to wrestle herself free.

This only seemed to urge Koji on as he transferred the grip on her wrists into one hand so that the other was free to grasp her chin, forcing her to look back at him. She took in the almost maniacal look in his eyes and did the only thing she could think of. She spat in his face.

A look of outright rage took over his features then, and the next thing Misao felt was the excruciating pain of Koji's knuckles as he backhanded her, her head snapping back to crack against the solid oak wall again. A sharp, piercing throb erupted in the base of her skull.

She continued to struggle, despite its ineffectiveness. He held her fast, hands high above her head, her body strained against the wall, squirming against him as he shifted, pressing his heavy body against hers. She lessened her struggles, not liking the closeness of his body but continued to try to pull her arms free.

"Koji-"

"Shhh..." His eyes seemed to glint. "Too much talking."

"K-" She attempted to speak again, hoping maybe she could get through to him. Maybe this could be avoided. Maybe 'this' didn't have to be what she feared it was going to be, but the sick tightening of her belly told her otherwise.

Koji pressed closer and she felt all her fears confirmed as she felt the definite evidence of his arousal pressed against her. Gasping, Misao redoubled her efforts to escape his grip, but sadly could not gain her release. She stiffened when she felt his free hand move up her side to caress the curve of her left breast through her uniform top.

"Please stop." The words came out as a whimper, and she cursed herself inwardly at her show of weakness.

"Now why would I want to stop?" A smirk appeared, blending with the shadows cast across his face, causing Koji's handsome face to take on a more sinister appearance. "Don't worry Misao, I'll take care of you. Unlike that bastard Fujita, *I'll* show you how it feels to be cherished."

She'd never thought she would not want to be noticed as a woman by a man before, but now that perception was permanetly warped. She gasped brokenly as his hand curved completely around her breast and she whimpered.

"Oh... don't... " Tears filled her eyes despite her desperately trying to fight them. How could she... how could she get away? Fear sank its icy claws deep in her belly as the overwhelming weight of 'no escape' settled heavy on her shoulders. She couldn't get away.

She flinched when she felt the first touch of his lips upon hers. She reacted without thought, snapping her teeth down on his bottom lip. His recoil was sharp and swift. The hand around her breast tightened suddenly and she was yanked toward him and turned.

He shoved her ruthlessly forward, her face slapping hard against the wall. She was still fighting tears when she felt the tie at her waist being pulled. Almost within the blink of an eye, the dark pink sash that always adorned the waist of her oniwabanshuu uniform was around her wrists, effectively binding them together. Roughly turning her back around, Koji made a small loop from the ends of the material and then pulled up on it, forcing her to rise to her toes. With a yank, he lifted her completely from the ground as he hung the loop around a nail that was jutting out slightly from the wall overhead.

Once the material had been secured over the nail, Koji knelt down, running his hands over her squirming hips and flailing legs as he went and grasped her ankles, spreading them wide apart. A scream tore at her throat at the feel of his hands on her legs. His head shot up suddenly and for a moment he looked like he might panic. It passed quickly however as he reached for a small length of rope near the window. Misao's struggles intensified as she watched fearfully as he picked up the old, dirty rope, testing it's strength in his hands before he approached. Even though she twisted her head away violently, he still managed to snag the material across her open mouth, tying it tightly.

"Chew on that, sweetheart, we need to keep the noise down."

Backing away, Koji cocked his head to the side, bringing a hand up and cupping his chin in an indecisive pose. "Hmm. Now if I'm going to do this right, we're both going to have to have alot less clothes on, you know? How about we start with you, ne?"

Misao's eyes widened more with each word and her breath became ragged through her gag as she felt her heart and stomach lurch in sync with one another. No. No no, please no! She repeated the small word in her head, as though maybe if she said it enough times it would make this all go away. Make it all a bad dream. One that she could wake from and laugh it off because she would never allow herself to be put into a situation like this in the first place. Right? No, no, no, no. Kami-sama, please NO!

The clanging sound of metal meeting wood was unexpected.

"Hmm? Kunai?" A grin quirked up his lips. "That's unexpectedly useful."

He reached down and picked up one of the gleaming silver weapons and brought it up. He pressed the cool metal to her cheek.

"You've never seen one of your kunai like this before have you? As something that could hurt you in someone else's hands." Her eyes widened as she went deathly still. "But don't worry, pet, I'm not going to hurt you. This is our special time."

Her mouth was dry. She swallowed hard, tempted to close her eyes and not open them again. Ever. She felt the tug before she heard the sickening tear of cloth. Her clothes... The tears brimming hotly in her eyes finally fell down her cheeks.

When the clothes came off, all of them, there was a brief period where time stopped. Had she ever felt so cold in her life? Had she ever felt so exposed, so vulnerable? The walls of the small dingy room closed in. She could not escape him. His eyes. They roamed over her like a starved animal's, searching for sustenance. The heat from them and his body scorched her, an unbearable heat that left her longing for the cold once again. His scent reeked of darkness, of evil incarnate, causing her stomach to roll and heave.

There was nothing she could do to stop him. The only power she held was that of remaining silent. Of not allowing him to hear the sounds he sought to bring forth from her. He wished to hear her moan. To hear her sigh. He wished to hear the sound of his name on her lips. If nothing else, she would deny him this.

Roaming hands, searching lips, an invading tongue. They consumed her even as she desperately tried to focus all of her attention--her sanity--on something...anything... anyone else.

Saitou.

Her heart cried out to him as his name echoed in her mind. And when the inevitably painful invasion of her body took place, she was blissfully unaware for that brief moment as she thought of him.

Misao's eyes drooped, and fell closed as she lost conciousness. Her head slammed back against the wall roughly, resulting in a sharp thunk that caused Koji's head to snap up from where he'd been nuzzling a breast. Through the haze of his lust, the young officer could barely make out the face of his--in his mind, at least--willing partner. He was lost in the rhythmic thrusts he was initiating upon the soft, pliable body against him.

His breath hitched as he felt himself rising closer and closer to his peak. Another moment and he was there, falling against the warm body, sandwiching it between himself and the cold, hard wall. Struggling to catch his breath, Koji lifted his head once more, his eyesight now uninhibited.

Long, thick lashes brushed against pale, smooth cheekbones, one of which was marred with a single darkening bruise. Full, pink lips parted slightly, not in the throws of ecstacy, but as a result of unconsciousness. Silence filled the cabin. No moans of delight or sighs of completion. Nothing, but his own ragged breath and the creaking of aged wood.

As his thought process began to kick in, Koji's eyes widened as he took in the whole picture before him. Misao, his partner, stripped of her clothing. Tied up and hung against the wall in the same fashion as a torture victim.

Torture.

No, he hadn't intended torture! Only pleasure, not pain.

"...you're hurting me."

She had wanted this. He was sure of it! She *had* wanted this....hadn't she?

"Please stop."

Panic ebbed at his senses. What --

He cringed, shuddering, backing away from her. He pulled at his clothes thoughtlessly staring wide eyed at the ravished girl hanging from the ceiling. His mouth went dry, his hands shook uneasily. He stared in positive horror for a few minutes before it got the better of him.

Unsteadily, his feet took him to the door. He pulled it open with a rattle and stepped over the threshold. His lungs expanded to take in more air, but it didn't help. His chest felt tight.

He... He was ...

What if Fujita found out? *When* Fujita found out.

His head felt light.

He numbly pulled the door closed, trying to block out the memory. He couldn't. It lingered. He tensed, his entire body stiff. He had to get away. Now. His legs lunged forward as he took off. There would be no report this night. He couldn't possibly look Fujita in the eye. Not now. Maybe not ever. He suddenly had a very strong urge to skip town.

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