Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Captive Seduction ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Buffybot76 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 462 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.20.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 462 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Captive Seduction
Author: Rose
Email: buffybot76@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13/R
Classification: Rurouni Kenshin romance/action/adventure
Parings: Kenshin/Misao
Summary: Seduction always comes with high prices. For Misao, it might just be her heart. What will Kenshin say about that? Oro!
Disclaimer: Buffybot76: I do not own any of these characters. *whispers* Although I wouldn't mind borrowing the Battousai for say, oh, a couple days.
Spoilers: None
Distribution: FanFiction.Net. MediaMiner.com and my Yahoo Group: For the Love of Misao. If anyone else wants it, just email me and ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Chapter 1
The forest was very peaceful. Light breezes whispered through the leaves and branches in gentle gusts, which bathed the heated skin of Misao's face as she walked. There were birds singing, the foilage covering the trees so thick that the only sign of their presence was their song. The dense leaves blocked out most of the sun's rays, but enough light trickled through so that she could see the path on which she walked.
Misao noticed none of this however. It had been a few days since she had left the Kamiya dojo and it seemed that the farther away she became, the more apprehension began to grow within her. She wasn't quite sure why she felt this way. It wasn't like she couldn't defend herself if something were to happen. But she had the feeling that if she had not left....if she had only delayed her departure from the dojo for but a day more...she would not be feeling this way now. Her mind retracted from that train of thought, instead settling on thoughts of Kenshin. In her mind, she always called him by his first name...never Himura.
She smiled faintly as she tried to imagine the look on the his face if she should ever slip up and voice this aloud, the image causing a giggle to escape her lips. Despite the lightheartedness, the thought of Kenshin brought back her earlier feelings of unease.
Misao trekked through the wooded area with determination in her stride. She was not that far away from the Aoyia. If she hurried, she could make it there in two...three days tops. Her focus on keeping a fast pace, Misao missed hearing the sounds ahead of her until it was too late and she was already upon the scene.
"No, please don't! Stop!!"
Misao snapped from her thoughts with a jerk, a look of surprise crossing her face as her eyes fell upon the scene playing out just a few yards ahead of her. Four men, dressed in ninja attire, were boxing a young woman in between themselves and a jagged ravine. One of which held some sort of cloth in one hand, which he held out before him as he approached his prey. The terror was clear upon the girl's face and Misao felt the girl's fear as she held out her hands before her in an attempt to ward off her attackers.
The young woman look ruffled. Her long hair lay in snarls around her stricken, tear-stained face. Her slight body was clothed in a light blue kimono which was torn in various places, most likely occuring during a brief struggle which had obviously just occured.
Misao's eyes narrowed in anger. How dare they. How dare they attack an innocent and defenseless woman. Instinctively, Misao reached for her kunai, taking the little throwing knives into her hands as she rushed forward to help.
"Leave her alone!" Misao shouted angrily, holding her kunai in their proper throwing positions to show the three men that she meant what she said.
Misao panted, leaping backward, launching her kunai at the gir's attackers. They flew toward the men, who reacted immediately and scattered, spreading out to engage this intruder who dared to interfere with their mission. Now that she had their attention on her, Misao shouted to the girl who was still cringing near the ravine's edge, but was also watching in surprise as her subsequent rescue took place.
"Get out of here! I'll take care of them!" Misao demanded.
The girl just stood there, stunned for an instant before shaking herself out of her stupor and darted around Misao who was doing her best to keep the three thugs occupied. Glancing around uneasily, Misao watched as one of the men broke away from their formation to go after the escapee. She stared, there were two on her left and one off to her right. Did they really need four men to retrieve one girl?
She ducked, just barely avoiding a punch that may have knocked her clear out. They were converging on her now, and she had a sinking feeling. There was no one to rescue her. She swallowed hard, sliding back once more, glancing at the kunai now embedded in a tree too far for her to recover. She only had one left, what could she do, stab them?
Just as that thought crossed her mind, she saw out of the corner of her eye, one of the men suddenly make a move to grab her. On instinct, she let fly her last kunai just as a muscular body hit her from behind, tackling her to the ground. She grunted in pain as the impact of her hitting the ground, combined with the crushing pressure of the man falling on top of her, caused the breath to be knocked from her lungs.
Despite the pain, Misao could faintly hear a gurgling sound coming from somewhere to her left. The same direction that she had thrown her last kunai. It seemed that she'd been lucky and it had hit it's mark. She felt the crushing weight lift from her small frame and she struggled to catch her breath. However, just when she did, a cloth decended, covering her mouth and nose. Immediately she began to struggle, trying to rise and swipe the cloth away.
A strange scent was invading her nose and she was beginning to feel woozy. Strong arms pinned her down though, and slowly she began to succumb to whatever chemical the piece of material was soaked in. Just as she was about to pass out, she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching, followed by a gruff voice saying: "Damn it, she got away! What the hell are we gonna do now?"
*Good.* Misao thought, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy and so they fluttered closed. *At least...it was.....worth.....it.*
And with that thought, Makimachi Masai lost the last bit of consciousness she possessed. If Misao had only managed to remain conscious for a moment longer, she would have realized that perhaps her actions had not been worth it after all....
"The other girl doesn't matter," he spoke up, motioning for the other man to pick up the fallen girl. "We've got a replacement just as good."
*~*~*~*~*
The mid-day sun beat down on a red haired figured that knelt over a beaten metal washtub. Sloshes of water flew as the figure vigorously scrubbed the dirty clothes within. Kenshin paused briefly, raising a soap covered forearm to wipe a few beads of sweat from his forehead before proceeding to scrub away at the dirty laundry again. He had been at it for much longer than was necessary, but his mind kept drifting off with thoughts of Misao. Was she alright? Had she made it back to the Aoyia safely? What was she doing at this very moment? And most important .... was she thinking about him?
Growling in frustration, he thought loathingly. *And why would Misao-dono be thinking of me? I am more likely the futhest thing from her mind now that she is back at the Aoyia with her Aoshi-sama.*
Shaking back the thought with a bit of difficutly, Kenshin at last decided that Kaoru-dono and Yahiko's gi were indeed clean and proceeded to wring them out before placing them in the basket at his side. Picking up the clothes-filled basket, Kenshin walked over to the clothes line to hang them up to dry properly.
*I've got to get over this, that I do.* He tried to convince himself. *There is no way Misao-dono could ever see me as anything other than a friend, that there is not.*
The last article of clothing pinned, Kenshin left the empty basket on the ground and moved to return to the dojo He found, as he began searching for the utensils so that he could begin preparing dinner, that his mind once again drifted to Misao. He remembered her as he had last seen her. As she had left the dojo, on her way back to the Aoyia, he remembered the sense of dread that had come over him. He wished now that he had called out to her. Called her back and....what?
Kenshin sighed. He was right in letting her go, he decided. It would only have causee awkwardness and embarassment if he had done what he'd been thinking that night. The time he had spent with Misao on her recent visit to the dojo had been....different. *She* had been different. Though the others hadn't seemed to have noticed, he had. She had looked more...Well, grown up to him. More mature, thought to everyone else, she seemed to have acted the same.
"Hey Kenshin! What's for dinner, I'm starved!"
Kenshin was startled out of his reveries as Yahiko bounded into the kitchen, shinai in hand. Smiling his polite smile, Kenshin decided that no good would come of pondering what ifs. Misao was most likely back at the Aoyia by now, safe and sound. She would surely come visit again, and perhaps, if he was lucky, the visit would come sooner than later.
But for now, I have dinner to prepare, that I do. Kenshin thought as he saw the way Yahiko's eyes followed his hands as he prepared the riceballs before him. Yes, time to work now. He would have plenty of time later tonight to dream of his angel.
*~*~*~*~*
The first thing that registered in her mind as the clouds of unconsiousness rolled back, was that she was cold. Her entire body felt like it was encased in ice and she shivered uncontrollably. Next came the sensation of dampness seeping into the pores of her skin, accompanied by the solid harshness of the ground that she lay upon.
Her eyes opened a bit and was met with the sight of a ceiling made of rock and mortar. There was no light filtering in as far as she could tell, so she could only assume that wherever she was, it had no windows. A cave, perhaps? Feeling the urge to take in her surroundings further, Misao attempted to rise.
She immediately regretted her decision when a wave of dizziness nearly overwhelmed her and the feeling of shackles binding her wirsts tightly put a stop to her motion. She moaned in dismay as she was forced to fall back into her prone position.
"Ahh, so sleeping beauty has finally awakened."
Misao startled when the voice spoke. It was smooth and youthfull sounding and most definitely male, of that Misao was certain. Whether the voice's owner was friend or foe was yet to be determined though...and somehow Misao got the feeling that she shouldn't get her hopes up.
"About time too. You have alot to learn my dear if you are to bring Mr. Brighton a decent price. I don't suppose you would favor me with a name, hmm?"
Refusing to give away anything of importance when she still didn't know who or what she was dealing with, Misao remained silent, pointedly ignoring her captor. Instead she concentrated on determining if she and this stranger were the only ones in the room. Yes, she could sense two more ki present, and they were not friendly in the least. After a moment of silence the voice let out a mock sigh of disappointment.
"Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. You will not be using that name any longer anyway."
Misao bit her tongue to keep from asking what the man meant by that comment. Instead she concentrated on what she should do if a chance ever arose for her to escape. It was then that the man moved into her line of sight. She took in his appearance, taking note of the handsome face and light hair. A foreigner. She would have been able to tell easily despite the blonde hair that fell almost carelessly into deep blue eyes. The western style clothes he wore was a very big give away. The man kept going on about things she would learn. Learn? What could he possibly mean by that?
Knock. Knock.
"Ah, I believe that your medicine has arrived, my dear."
The man's lips curled up into a smile that sent chills down Misao's spine. There was a sound of a door opening off to the left, out of her field of vision. Footsteps approached and soon there was an older looking woman hovering above her. With widening eyes, Misao watched as the woman withdrew a syringe from the right pocket of the kimono she wore. It appeared to be filled with an odd colored liquid. Oh this was not good. Misao began to struggle when she saw the woman flick the syringe twice in order to remove any stray air bubbles. Lashing out violently, Misao attempted to evade the needle which had begun to descend toward her arm.
In the end it took four men, who had been standing guard, to hold her in order for the "nurse" to administer her "medicine". Soon, Misao's head began to swim as whatever she had been injected with took over. As her body relaxed completely and her senses began to dim, the foreigner's voice followed her into the depths of oblivion.
"Yes, Mr. Brighton will be most pleased with this one."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC....
Author: Rose
Email: buffybot76@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13/R
Classification: Rurouni Kenshin romance/action/adventure
Parings: Kenshin/Misao
Summary: Seduction always comes with high prices. For Misao, it might just be her heart. What will Kenshin say about that? Oro!
Disclaimer: Buffybot76: I do not own any of these characters. *whispers* Although I wouldn't mind borrowing the Battousai for say, oh, a couple days.
Spoilers: None
Distribution: FanFiction.Net. MediaMiner.com and my Yahoo Group: For the Love of Misao. If anyone else wants it, just email me and ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Chapter 1
The forest was very peaceful. Light breezes whispered through the leaves and branches in gentle gusts, which bathed the heated skin of Misao's face as she walked. There were birds singing, the foilage covering the trees so thick that the only sign of their presence was their song. The dense leaves blocked out most of the sun's rays, but enough light trickled through so that she could see the path on which she walked.
Misao noticed none of this however. It had been a few days since she had left the Kamiya dojo and it seemed that the farther away she became, the more apprehension began to grow within her. She wasn't quite sure why she felt this way. It wasn't like she couldn't defend herself if something were to happen. But she had the feeling that if she had not left....if she had only delayed her departure from the dojo for but a day more...she would not be feeling this way now. Her mind retracted from that train of thought, instead settling on thoughts of Kenshin. In her mind, she always called him by his first name...never Himura.
She smiled faintly as she tried to imagine the look on the his face if she should ever slip up and voice this aloud, the image causing a giggle to escape her lips. Despite the lightheartedness, the thought of Kenshin brought back her earlier feelings of unease.
Misao trekked through the wooded area with determination in her stride. She was not that far away from the Aoyia. If she hurried, she could make it there in two...three days tops. Her focus on keeping a fast pace, Misao missed hearing the sounds ahead of her until it was too late and she was already upon the scene.
"No, please don't! Stop!!"
Misao snapped from her thoughts with a jerk, a look of surprise crossing her face as her eyes fell upon the scene playing out just a few yards ahead of her. Four men, dressed in ninja attire, were boxing a young woman in between themselves and a jagged ravine. One of which held some sort of cloth in one hand, which he held out before him as he approached his prey. The terror was clear upon the girl's face and Misao felt the girl's fear as she held out her hands before her in an attempt to ward off her attackers.
The young woman look ruffled. Her long hair lay in snarls around her stricken, tear-stained face. Her slight body was clothed in a light blue kimono which was torn in various places, most likely occuring during a brief struggle which had obviously just occured.
Misao's eyes narrowed in anger. How dare they. How dare they attack an innocent and defenseless woman. Instinctively, Misao reached for her kunai, taking the little throwing knives into her hands as she rushed forward to help.
"Leave her alone!" Misao shouted angrily, holding her kunai in their proper throwing positions to show the three men that she meant what she said.
Misao panted, leaping backward, launching her kunai at the gir's attackers. They flew toward the men, who reacted immediately and scattered, spreading out to engage this intruder who dared to interfere with their mission. Now that she had their attention on her, Misao shouted to the girl who was still cringing near the ravine's edge, but was also watching in surprise as her subsequent rescue took place.
"Get out of here! I'll take care of them!" Misao demanded.
The girl just stood there, stunned for an instant before shaking herself out of her stupor and darted around Misao who was doing her best to keep the three thugs occupied. Glancing around uneasily, Misao watched as one of the men broke away from their formation to go after the escapee. She stared, there were two on her left and one off to her right. Did they really need four men to retrieve one girl?
She ducked, just barely avoiding a punch that may have knocked her clear out. They were converging on her now, and she had a sinking feeling. There was no one to rescue her. She swallowed hard, sliding back once more, glancing at the kunai now embedded in a tree too far for her to recover. She only had one left, what could she do, stab them?
Just as that thought crossed her mind, she saw out of the corner of her eye, one of the men suddenly make a move to grab her. On instinct, she let fly her last kunai just as a muscular body hit her from behind, tackling her to the ground. She grunted in pain as the impact of her hitting the ground, combined with the crushing pressure of the man falling on top of her, caused the breath to be knocked from her lungs.
Despite the pain, Misao could faintly hear a gurgling sound coming from somewhere to her left. The same direction that she had thrown her last kunai. It seemed that she'd been lucky and it had hit it's mark. She felt the crushing weight lift from her small frame and she struggled to catch her breath. However, just when she did, a cloth decended, covering her mouth and nose. Immediately she began to struggle, trying to rise and swipe the cloth away.
A strange scent was invading her nose and she was beginning to feel woozy. Strong arms pinned her down though, and slowly she began to succumb to whatever chemical the piece of material was soaked in. Just as she was about to pass out, she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching, followed by a gruff voice saying: "Damn it, she got away! What the hell are we gonna do now?"
*Good.* Misao thought, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy and so they fluttered closed. *At least...it was.....worth.....it.*
And with that thought, Makimachi Masai lost the last bit of consciousness she possessed. If Misao had only managed to remain conscious for a moment longer, she would have realized that perhaps her actions had not been worth it after all....
"The other girl doesn't matter," he spoke up, motioning for the other man to pick up the fallen girl. "We've got a replacement just as good."
*~*~*~*~*
The mid-day sun beat down on a red haired figured that knelt over a beaten metal washtub. Sloshes of water flew as the figure vigorously scrubbed the dirty clothes within. Kenshin paused briefly, raising a soap covered forearm to wipe a few beads of sweat from his forehead before proceeding to scrub away at the dirty laundry again. He had been at it for much longer than was necessary, but his mind kept drifting off with thoughts of Misao. Was she alright? Had she made it back to the Aoyia safely? What was she doing at this very moment? And most important .... was she thinking about him?
Growling in frustration, he thought loathingly. *And why would Misao-dono be thinking of me? I am more likely the futhest thing from her mind now that she is back at the Aoyia with her Aoshi-sama.*
Shaking back the thought with a bit of difficutly, Kenshin at last decided that Kaoru-dono and Yahiko's gi were indeed clean and proceeded to wring them out before placing them in the basket at his side. Picking up the clothes-filled basket, Kenshin walked over to the clothes line to hang them up to dry properly.
*I've got to get over this, that I do.* He tried to convince himself. *There is no way Misao-dono could ever see me as anything other than a friend, that there is not.*
The last article of clothing pinned, Kenshin left the empty basket on the ground and moved to return to the dojo He found, as he began searching for the utensils so that he could begin preparing dinner, that his mind once again drifted to Misao. He remembered her as he had last seen her. As she had left the dojo, on her way back to the Aoyia, he remembered the sense of dread that had come over him. He wished now that he had called out to her. Called her back and....what?
Kenshin sighed. He was right in letting her go, he decided. It would only have causee awkwardness and embarassment if he had done what he'd been thinking that night. The time he had spent with Misao on her recent visit to the dojo had been....different. *She* had been different. Though the others hadn't seemed to have noticed, he had. She had looked more...Well, grown up to him. More mature, thought to everyone else, she seemed to have acted the same.
"Hey Kenshin! What's for dinner, I'm starved!"
Kenshin was startled out of his reveries as Yahiko bounded into the kitchen, shinai in hand. Smiling his polite smile, Kenshin decided that no good would come of pondering what ifs. Misao was most likely back at the Aoyia by now, safe and sound. She would surely come visit again, and perhaps, if he was lucky, the visit would come sooner than later.
But for now, I have dinner to prepare, that I do. Kenshin thought as he saw the way Yahiko's eyes followed his hands as he prepared the riceballs before him. Yes, time to work now. He would have plenty of time later tonight to dream of his angel.
*~*~*~*~*
The first thing that registered in her mind as the clouds of unconsiousness rolled back, was that she was cold. Her entire body felt like it was encased in ice and she shivered uncontrollably. Next came the sensation of dampness seeping into the pores of her skin, accompanied by the solid harshness of the ground that she lay upon.
Her eyes opened a bit and was met with the sight of a ceiling made of rock and mortar. There was no light filtering in as far as she could tell, so she could only assume that wherever she was, it had no windows. A cave, perhaps? Feeling the urge to take in her surroundings further, Misao attempted to rise.
She immediately regretted her decision when a wave of dizziness nearly overwhelmed her and the feeling of shackles binding her wirsts tightly put a stop to her motion. She moaned in dismay as she was forced to fall back into her prone position.
"Ahh, so sleeping beauty has finally awakened."
Misao startled when the voice spoke. It was smooth and youthfull sounding and most definitely male, of that Misao was certain. Whether the voice's owner was friend or foe was yet to be determined though...and somehow Misao got the feeling that she shouldn't get her hopes up.
"About time too. You have alot to learn my dear if you are to bring Mr. Brighton a decent price. I don't suppose you would favor me with a name, hmm?"
Refusing to give away anything of importance when she still didn't know who or what she was dealing with, Misao remained silent, pointedly ignoring her captor. Instead she concentrated on determining if she and this stranger were the only ones in the room. Yes, she could sense two more ki present, and they were not friendly in the least. After a moment of silence the voice let out a mock sigh of disappointment.
"Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. You will not be using that name any longer anyway."
Misao bit her tongue to keep from asking what the man meant by that comment. Instead she concentrated on what she should do if a chance ever arose for her to escape. It was then that the man moved into her line of sight. She took in his appearance, taking note of the handsome face and light hair. A foreigner. She would have been able to tell easily despite the blonde hair that fell almost carelessly into deep blue eyes. The western style clothes he wore was a very big give away. The man kept going on about things she would learn. Learn? What could he possibly mean by that?
Knock. Knock.
"Ah, I believe that your medicine has arrived, my dear."
The man's lips curled up into a smile that sent chills down Misao's spine. There was a sound of a door opening off to the left, out of her field of vision. Footsteps approached and soon there was an older looking woman hovering above her. With widening eyes, Misao watched as the woman withdrew a syringe from the right pocket of the kimono she wore. It appeared to be filled with an odd colored liquid. Oh this was not good. Misao began to struggle when she saw the woman flick the syringe twice in order to remove any stray air bubbles. Lashing out violently, Misao attempted to evade the needle which had begun to descend toward her arm.
In the end it took four men, who had been standing guard, to hold her in order for the "nurse" to administer her "medicine". Soon, Misao's head began to swim as whatever she had been injected with took over. As her body relaxed completely and her senses began to dim, the foreigner's voice followed her into the depths of oblivion.
"Yes, Mr. Brighton will be most pleased with this one."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC....