Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Amber ❯ Hostage- REAL chappie! ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Bookkbaby84 
Okay, I'm back for real and ever this time! I promise I won't do that again! Sumimasen minna-sama!
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
Okay, I'm back for real and ever this time! I promise I won't do that again! Sumimasen minna-sama!
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
okay okay okay! I'm sorry I threatened to removw the fic- I truly regret it now. I got 5 more reviews than I expected, and I dedicate this chappie to WolfGirl, Kuroi Koneko, karri, and (most especially, as this person reviewed about 6 times!) chibibunny! Love ya all, thanks for the reviews!
I hadn't realized that people liked my fic THAT much! This chappie is for all you guys! ^_^ I think that I'll just write to the end- I won't make you review any more for chappies! I got so many that I just couldn't help but be happy!
I PROMISE I won't threaten you guys liek that again. Please accept this chappie as my humble thanks for sticking with me and my apology!
Kenshin stared. Kaoru was being held by Chishio, a knife at her throat, and Yahiko was no where to be seen- surely the action would have brought him running by now......
"Release her." Kenshin said, struggling to keep the growl from his voice- he certainly felt like growling!
"No. Besides, I don't have just her. If I were to release her to you. it would be as a corpse. Chishio looked at Kaoru.
"There is a lock of someone's hair in the pocket of my sleeve. Reach in there and take it out." Kaoru swallowed, and didn't move. Chishio pressed the knife a little harder into her throat. A small line of blood appeared, trickling into her haori. She whimpered, and slowly reached into teh man's sleeve.
'Damnit.' Kenshin thought. 'He's smart. He's using Kaoru to get the lock of hair, not reaching for it himself. He's not letting his guard slip at all.'
Kaoru had retrieved the hair. As soon as he saw it, Kenshin recognized it, and a sick feeling grew in his stomach.
"Where did you get that hair, Chishio?" he asked, watching as Chishio casually threw the hair at Kenshin's feet.
"My other hostage." he said. Kenshin glared at the man.
'That's Megumi-dono's hair. Yet, he did not need to cut so much.' Judging by what was in front of him, Chishio had given one of his friend's such a short haircut that she could be mistaken for a man. (Think of a bowl cut...)
"You didn't need to cut so much, Chishio."
"Ah, but I did. As long as her hair remains short, everyone will remember the murderer who managed to kill the Battousai and the Battousai's woman. Moreover, that doctor will always remember. As long as- Megumi- dono, correct?- is rememeberd as having short hair, your deaths will remain subjects open to discussion in the town."
"Kaoru is not my woman. Let her go." Kenshin growled, but he couldn't help the slight sadness taht enetered his voice. Kaoru wouldn't have picked up on it, but Chishio would most likely hear it. "You intend to become famous over my death?"
"Of course. It matters not if I am eventually caught, but I intend to take as many people down with me as I can."
"Kenshin....." Kaoru whispered. Kenshin looked at her. Her eyes were wide and full of fear, but also.... trust. She trusted him to beat Chishio and get her back safely.
"Shut up." Chishio said, renewing his hold on her. She gasped, unused to this much strain on her diaphram, but breathed normally, if a bit loudly. Of course, the louder breaths meant that her throat expanded more, and thus the knife pricked a little farther, and increased the blood flow a little more......
"Release her, and release Megumi-dono." Kenshin said.
"No. We will fight, and you will die. Then, I will have my fun with the women, and hunt down your last friend, that man with evil on his back. You will all die, and then Tokyo will suffer even more deaths trying to kill me. By the time I die, Japan will remember Koiyataka Chishio."
"Let her go. I will fight you once you let her go and she is safely away."
"I'm no idiot. I won't let her go. She is the master of a dojo, and knows kenjutsu. She is obviously no match for either you or I, but it is just an idiot who wants to prove himself by taking on the master of a dojo, and the Hitokiri Battousai. And not just her, but if she manages to awaken that child in teh dojo or find your friend, then I would be outmatched." Chishio stood up straighter. "No. She stays here."
"You cannot fight with no hands free. Let her go." Chishio almost lost his smirk. Battousai was right. He couldn't fight with his hands tied, but he couldn't let go of the girl. A paradox.
"You do have a point Battousai. I release her. Don't try to attack as I let her go, or I will kill her." True to his word, he let her go. She stumbled a bit, but then hurried away. She didn't get too far.
Chishio's hand sprang out, clocking her on the side of her head. She fell, unconscious, to the ground. All this had taken about a second. Kenshin stood, almost frozen, where he was.
"You said that you would let her go." he growled, bangs covering his eyes. Chishio smirked again, grabbing Kaoru's unconscious form and moving her so that she was right next to him. He could draw his sword and kill her in a second.
"And I did. She just didn't get very far." Kenshin looked up, his eyes pure amber.
"You're-" Kenshin said slowly. "-dead."
Megumi woke up. She tried to sit up, and managed to succeed, but her head hurt. It was too light, and she felt dizzy.
'He knocked me out.' she thought. She could remember being hit, and then the man must have brought her here.
'Chishio.' she thought. It must have been him. He was the only one with any reason to- people just did not go around kidnapping doctors.
"Ow..." she said, trying to stand up and failing. She looked at her feet. They were bound, and tied with a knot she didn't recognize, and would take serveral hours to get out- and that was assuming she did everything correctly. If she pulled the wrong string, it would just knot up worse. She had to leave it alone.
She sighed. She couldn't go anywhere. She just stayed sitting and glanced around. It was a normal house, but something was strange. She didn't realize what it was until her gaze landed on a mirror.
She blinked, then rubbed her eyes. She crawled forward, closer to the mirror, until she could touch her reflection.
She rubbed her eyes again, aware that they were red.
"No.... way." she managed, staring at herself. Her hair had almost been completely cut off! She resembled a man now, with her hair as short as it was. Her hair had always been one of the prettiest thinsg about her- without it, she wasn't exactly ugly, but she wasn't strikingly attractive.
"No...." she whispered again, feeling a tear slide down her face. A woman's hair was her crown! Worst of all, er haircut wasn't even straight! Now how could hope to attract San- a man, any man, with her hair like it was? It would take years to grow back to its former glory, and by then she would be past marriagable age. She was just under the maximum age, the maximum socially acceptabel age. Usually, girls got married when they were twenty, and here she was, a twenty two year old woman, with no husband or marriage prospects to speak of.
'Stop it.' she told herself, calming down. 'I can worry about my hair later. It may be awful, but I have to get away first.'
Sanosuke was humming to himself. He had managed to get another yakuza thug to fight him, and he had another bloody nose. It was a gusher too. Megumi would have to see him now.
"Yo, fox-lady! I have a bloody nose-" he stopped short. The clinic was too quiet.
"Fox-lady?" he called. He walked farther in. No one. The clinic door had been unlocked, so she hadn't gone for a walk, and it was too early to close- besides, teh door would be locked in that case too.
'Where the hell is Megumi?' he thought, running out the door and slamming it shut behind him.
I hadn't realized that people liked my fic THAT much! This chappie is for all you guys! ^_^ I think that I'll just write to the end- I won't make you review any more for chappies! I got so many that I just couldn't help but be happy!
I PROMISE I won't threaten you guys liek that again. Please accept this chappie as my humble thanks for sticking with me and my apology!
Kenshin stared. Kaoru was being held by Chishio, a knife at her throat, and Yahiko was no where to be seen- surely the action would have brought him running by now......
"Release her." Kenshin said, struggling to keep the growl from his voice- he certainly felt like growling!
"No. Besides, I don't have just her. If I were to release her to you. it would be as a corpse. Chishio looked at Kaoru.
"There is a lock of someone's hair in the pocket of my sleeve. Reach in there and take it out." Kaoru swallowed, and didn't move. Chishio pressed the knife a little harder into her throat. A small line of blood appeared, trickling into her haori. She whimpered, and slowly reached into teh man's sleeve.
'Damnit.' Kenshin thought. 'He's smart. He's using Kaoru to get the lock of hair, not reaching for it himself. He's not letting his guard slip at all.'
Kaoru had retrieved the hair. As soon as he saw it, Kenshin recognized it, and a sick feeling grew in his stomach.
"Where did you get that hair, Chishio?" he asked, watching as Chishio casually threw the hair at Kenshin's feet.
"My other hostage." he said. Kenshin glared at the man.
'That's Megumi-dono's hair. Yet, he did not need to cut so much.' Judging by what was in front of him, Chishio had given one of his friend's such a short haircut that she could be mistaken for a man. (Think of a bowl cut...)
"You didn't need to cut so much, Chishio."
"Ah, but I did. As long as her hair remains short, everyone will remember the murderer who managed to kill the Battousai and the Battousai's woman. Moreover, that doctor will always remember. As long as- Megumi- dono, correct?- is rememeberd as having short hair, your deaths will remain subjects open to discussion in the town."
"Kaoru is not my woman. Let her go." Kenshin growled, but he couldn't help the slight sadness taht enetered his voice. Kaoru wouldn't have picked up on it, but Chishio would most likely hear it. "You intend to become famous over my death?"
"Of course. It matters not if I am eventually caught, but I intend to take as many people down with me as I can."
"Kenshin....." Kaoru whispered. Kenshin looked at her. Her eyes were wide and full of fear, but also.... trust. She trusted him to beat Chishio and get her back safely.
"Shut up." Chishio said, renewing his hold on her. She gasped, unused to this much strain on her diaphram, but breathed normally, if a bit loudly. Of course, the louder breaths meant that her throat expanded more, and thus the knife pricked a little farther, and increased the blood flow a little more......
"Release her, and release Megumi-dono." Kenshin said.
"No. We will fight, and you will die. Then, I will have my fun with the women, and hunt down your last friend, that man with evil on his back. You will all die, and then Tokyo will suffer even more deaths trying to kill me. By the time I die, Japan will remember Koiyataka Chishio."
"Let her go. I will fight you once you let her go and she is safely away."
"I'm no idiot. I won't let her go. She is the master of a dojo, and knows kenjutsu. She is obviously no match for either you or I, but it is just an idiot who wants to prove himself by taking on the master of a dojo, and the Hitokiri Battousai. And not just her, but if she manages to awaken that child in teh dojo or find your friend, then I would be outmatched." Chishio stood up straighter. "No. She stays here."
"You cannot fight with no hands free. Let her go." Chishio almost lost his smirk. Battousai was right. He couldn't fight with his hands tied, but he couldn't let go of the girl. A paradox.
"You do have a point Battousai. I release her. Don't try to attack as I let her go, or I will kill her." True to his word, he let her go. She stumbled a bit, but then hurried away. She didn't get too far.
Chishio's hand sprang out, clocking her on the side of her head. She fell, unconscious, to the ground. All this had taken about a second. Kenshin stood, almost frozen, where he was.
"You said that you would let her go." he growled, bangs covering his eyes. Chishio smirked again, grabbing Kaoru's unconscious form and moving her so that she was right next to him. He could draw his sword and kill her in a second.
"And I did. She just didn't get very far." Kenshin looked up, his eyes pure amber.
"You're-" Kenshin said slowly. "-dead."
Megumi woke up. She tried to sit up, and managed to succeed, but her head hurt. It was too light, and she felt dizzy.
'He knocked me out.' she thought. She could remember being hit, and then the man must have brought her here.
'Chishio.' she thought. It must have been him. He was the only one with any reason to- people just did not go around kidnapping doctors.
"Ow..." she said, trying to stand up and failing. She looked at her feet. They were bound, and tied with a knot she didn't recognize, and would take serveral hours to get out- and that was assuming she did everything correctly. If she pulled the wrong string, it would just knot up worse. She had to leave it alone.
She sighed. She couldn't go anywhere. She just stayed sitting and glanced around. It was a normal house, but something was strange. She didn't realize what it was until her gaze landed on a mirror.
She blinked, then rubbed her eyes. She crawled forward, closer to the mirror, until she could touch her reflection.
She rubbed her eyes again, aware that they were red.
"No.... way." she managed, staring at herself. Her hair had almost been completely cut off! She resembled a man now, with her hair as short as it was. Her hair had always been one of the prettiest thinsg about her- without it, she wasn't exactly ugly, but she wasn't strikingly attractive.
"No...." she whispered again, feeling a tear slide down her face. A woman's hair was her crown! Worst of all, er haircut wasn't even straight! Now how could hope to attract San- a man, any man, with her hair like it was? It would take years to grow back to its former glory, and by then she would be past marriagable age. She was just under the maximum age, the maximum socially acceptabel age. Usually, girls got married when they were twenty, and here she was, a twenty two year old woman, with no husband or marriage prospects to speak of.
'Stop it.' she told herself, calming down. 'I can worry about my hair later. It may be awful, but I have to get away first.'
Sanosuke was humming to himself. He had managed to get another yakuza thug to fight him, and he had another bloody nose. It was a gusher too. Megumi would have to see him now.
"Yo, fox-lady! I have a bloody nose-" he stopped short. The clinic was too quiet.
"Fox-lady?" he called. He walked farther in. No one. The clinic door had been unlocked, so she hadn't gone for a walk, and it was too early to close- besides, teh door would be locked in that case too.
'Where the hell is Megumi?' he thought, running out the door and slamming it shut behind him.