Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Coincidence ❯ Innocent Little Game We Play ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: Muse bunnies always come to me when I’m not sitting in front of my lap-top… does that happen to anyone else? Well, here’s another chapter. Again, thank you for your reviews. Enjoy ^_^


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Innocent Little Game We Play


She had taken off her boots once she entered the door, her leather jacket and purse following it as she leisurely threw them on the closest sofa. Feeling the ever radiating heat from him, she knew he followed her step.

Taking a quick glimpse outside the window, she saw the sun steadily making its way down, its color washed out. The winter muting the usually vivid colors into pastel versions of the yellows, oranges, reds, and purples—ending in the oncoming dark-blue of the night; sign of late evening.

She turned to face him, his eyes on her. Ever since she met him, those dark amethyst pools were always on her. They danced playfully as he watched her every movement.

“Kenshin?” her eye-brow arched in question.

“Yes, Kaoru?” he harmlessly asked back, still perusing her.

The devil—he knew what he was doing, he knew perfectly well as he steadily walked to her, his stride meticulous.

Kaoru couldn’t help but follow the game he set out, walking backward and flashing him a pearly-white smile, evoking him to come after her all the more.

“What are you doing, Kenshin?”

His name. It drove him crazy when she said his name. Amber churned with violet, causing her eyes to slightly widen at the sight.

Her back met the wall. She knew she could probably escape him from either the left or the right, but she held her ground, anticipating what he and his roaming fingers could and will do.

Reaching her, he placed his hands on the wall on both sides of her, trapping her as he leaned in close. He ran his nose along her neck, openly smelling her, inhaling deeply. He could smell the sweet, soft aroma of jasmine the moment she walked through his door, but taking it in that close was another ordeal altogether. Her scent was all the more intoxicating up close.

Kaoru couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through her spine at the feel of his feathery breath on her, the sensation tickling making her hair stand up on end and her face to grow warm.

His hands came down over her arms, following them, feeling the smoothness of her skin turning into goose-bumps as he traveled down. Taking her hands in his, Kenshin pinned them over her head.

“Kenshin…”

His name again. He roughly pressed himself onto her, feeling and hearing her let out air at the sudden pounding invasion.

“…I thought we were going out.” she managed to breathlessly state.

He brought his mouth carefully over hers, so that his lips grazed hers, lightly stroking without yet kissing.

“Would you like to leave?” he huskily enquired.

Hot breath tingled as his lips torturously glided over hers. The sensation, oh the sensation was unbearable. Those lips so close yet so far. It made her toes curl as she softly hissed from drawing in air.

“Did you have anything better in mind?”

He smirked, “Just one thing… over and over again.”

She squirmed beneath him at his implications, earning her a low moan from the red-head.

He clenched his jaw at the feeling, his eyes shutting as he felt her body deliciously rubbing against his.

“Kaoru…” was all he said, as he finally enclosed his lips over hers.

His tongue darted out into her mouth, intertwining with hers. The simmering sweetness overwhelming, causing her moan, the noise caught within his domineering kiss.

Without pulling his mouth away from her, his hands went to reach for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up over her head, wanting and needing more uncovered skin.

Kaoru’s freed hands immediately dove into his crimson hair, un-doing and loosening his mane: her secret obsession. The unruly, silky locks slithering between her fingers as she deepened their kiss. Only parting when her shirt seemed to inadvertently come off, she took the time to breath, unaware she was in need of air.

Caressing digits teasingly stroked her ribs, watching her try to steady her breath, her chest rising and falling along with the creamy mounds securely help up in a black lacy bra. He waited till her gaze met his, afterward the same roaming fingers journeying upward, slowly circling her bosom, receiving a shudder from the light touching.

She gasped when he suddenly grasped her breast, kneading them to his liking, taunting and pinching her nipples to peaks through the light fabric.

Kaoru let her eyes close and bit her bottom lip as she turned her head to one side, lost in all the things he was making her feel.

He pulled the obstructing lacy garment up, liking the way perky mounds bounced as they were freed. Hands went over supple flesh, thumbing velvety soft nipples as hot mouth went over the pumping vein on her neck, slightly sucking on the area, well aware of the redness he’ll leave behind.

Her hands grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh over his burgundy shirt. Her breathing elevating as her arousal grew. She knew Kenshin had experience over her, after all he was eleven years her senior.

It took a large amount of willpower for her to pull away from his touch as she pushed his body off of hers, causing him to scowl down at her, unhappy with the sudden break up.

She smiled teasingly up at him, her hands going to her back as she unclipped her bra. Taking her undergarment, she playfully placed it over his head as she moved away and out of his grasp, stopping briefly before him only to unbutton her pants, then making her way to his room, wanting him to continue following her.

Furthermore, he did, pocketing her bra as he trailed behind.

Entering the room, the anew dark from the early night engulfed the space; the moonlight the only source of lighting illuminated the room with rich blues, highlighting features of the woman before him.

His sight was keenly set on her back as she slowly took off her jeans, bending down making sure he can get a good look at her round behind in matching black panties. He could feel more heat immediately shoot down to his groin.

Straightening up, she flashed him another sly smile over her shoulder.

Fingers twitched for the need to touch. Kenshin took a couple swift sprints and in a blink of an eye softly tackled her to his bed as she giggled in surprised delight.

Hands flew—caressing, holding, grasping flesh as they tossed and turned in their heated wrestling match, carelessly undoing and rumpling the bed sheets. Busy mouths moaned and groaned into each other, occasionally leaving looking for other areas to suck, kiss, nibble, bite, lick, and taste.

Turning over, she straddled him, her legs on either side of Kenshin. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as her hands went down to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Opening his top, her palms and fingers roamed tan, taunt skin. Over solid six-pack abs, hard obliques, chiseled chest, and firm deltoids as she finally took his shirt off. Her eyes hungrily ate the lean, muscular sight before her.

Looking back at him, she was met with smugly grinning Kenshin as he leaned up on his elbows.

Dark-eyebrow rose in return, a corner of her mouth turning upward in a charming grin of her own, as her hand traveled down, unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans, and going under his boxer-briefs. She leaned in, her breast against his chest, kissing the rascal red-head, as the very same hand grabbed his cock, making it all the more hard. She was rewarded with a very masculine moan as her small hand rhythmically rubbed seemingly silk-covered steel.

Deliciously torturous. A nearly naked Kaoru over him, her hand fondling him as supple mounds rubbed against his upper body.

His hand flew to grab a fist full of midnight hair, deepening the kiss all the more, much how she had done earlier. His passion getting the best of him, he flipped around, turning the tables as he loomed over her.

Only separating momentarily to take her black panties off, he was over her again, his gaze fixed on her, traveling over her form, the shinning silver of the necklace under the moonlight slightly catching his attention before it was brought up to meet lust filled orbs.

He bend down and placed a light kiss at the top of her nose as his hand traveled down, searching for the sensitive treasure between her thighs. Index finger lightly flicking the nub, he was rewarded with a moan as Kaoru closed her eyes at the feeling, her cheeks flushing in a stunning rose.

“Uh-uh, Kaoru.” he all but purred down at her. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

She did what as she was told; her gaze journeyed up to meet his violet irises, locking their sight on one another.

He lightly pinched her sensitive nub, another moan escaping her as he did so. Fingers played, repeating the movement in various ways, keenly watching as a glaze of lost pleasure covered the ocean-depths that are her eyes. They expressively shone and twinkled in fervor. Fingers traveled further south, as they found and entered her slick, wet area, causing her to sharply intake air. Kenshin couldn’t help but smirk at this, feeling male pride wash over him at her body’s reaction to his ministrations.

He replaced fingers with his still hard member, his head gliding up and down her clit to her center with the purpose of arousing her all the more—wanting to see what more her eyes could illustrate to him.

However, Kaoru couldn’t hold on to his stare any longer, as she closed her eyes in rapture. The tingling heat between her legs he produced in her feeling like absolute bliss, having her bite her bottom lip in complete abandon, her breathing escalading.

Heaving bosom entranced Kenshin. He looked down at her swollen, pink tipped tits, his mouth watering with anticipation at tasting them again. Without a second thought, he did just that as his hot mouth nibbled the top of her breast, making his way down till attaining the soft, pink flesh in his mouth.

“Oh, Kami.” she exclaimed, mostly to herself, as she arched her back and her hands fisted the sheets around her, feeling more simmering fire shoot all over her body.

Talented tongue licked around the areola. Grinning at her reaction, it was followed by teeth electrically grazing and biting down on a nipple.

“Mmmmm, Kenshin.”

Throaty, breathy reply was more than he could take. Kenshin looked up at her flushed face, positioning himself above her, the tip of his member right at her entry, pausing shortly only to wait for her to say his name again.

“Ken…”

One quick thrust and he entered her, making her shut her eyes tight and furrow her brow at the invasion, leaving her enable to finish voicing out his name.

Nails dug into his flesh as teeth occasionally grazed and nipped at his neck as he set out a rhythm. Raspier panting issued as his cadence quickened. His pace hard and engaged as she matched the tempo he set out, bucking her hips to his thrusts, inevitably feeling the closeness of their release.

“Kaoru…” he breathlessly whispered against her ear. “You’re mine.”

Within the heated passion, throughout his invading claiming of her, he couldn’t help the violet-eyed turned gold nature within him.

“Say it.” he demanded, feeling her walls tremble around him.

Dewey eyes looked up at desire-filled, glowing irises on her, but didn’t linger there as her sight was brought to his lips. Kaoru drew near, wanting a meaningfully ardent, concluding kiss to their activity.

However, red-head slightly pulled away.

“Say that you’re mine, Kaoru.”

Calloused hand went to cover a breast, pinching a pink peak, resulting in a moan he found harmoniously gratifying to his ears.

“Kaoru… say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He groaned as his whole-heartedly plunged into her all the more, making her yelp in surprise.

“Mmmm, Kenshin…” she breathlessly continued, “…I’m yours. All yours”

His mouth finally covered hers, giving her what she wanted. A few more pounding thrusts and they were almost at the edge. Her body tensed along with his as they reached their climax, riding the wave as they felt the release. Both bodies glistening with sweat, wrapped amongst one another—his face buried within the crook of her neck, hearing her hoarse breath in his ear.

There aren’t many words to describe such a feeling. The satisfying, completeness; the flesh flushed rightness of the gratifying activity.

Kenshin’s let his body fall carefully on hers, his head resting on her chest as her fingers lazily combed through his hair. Both stood, steadying their breathing.

Kaoru started to laugh, the warm sound filling the room. He couldn’t help but smile, still resting upon her.

“Kenshin?”

“Yes, Kaoru?”

“Ready to go again?”


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The sun-light was warm that morning. It was comforting and promising. Kenshin couldn’t help but briefly close his eyes and inhale the cool winter air as he walked down the snowy side-walk.

He looked down at his dark-haired lover; her hair in a rumpled mess, sun-glasses on as well as ear-phones as she lightly bobbed her head to the music. She sported the burgundy shirt he wore last night under her leather jacket and he had to say she looked good wearing his clothing. However, that opinion could be entirely bias due to his somewhat territorial nature toward her.

She demurely smiled, the corners of her mouth slightly turning up as his arm around her tightened all the more.

They were heading to her favorite coffee shop in dire need of something to eat. She had surprised him with break-fast in bed that morning. Butterfly kisses along his chest, collar bone, and neck woke him, opening his eyes to a beaming Kaoru, her blue-orbs shining and a tray of food in hand.

It was a sweet gesture, but as he took a bite of her odd shaped rice-ball and crispy egg omelet he discovered something new about Kaoru. She was a terrible cook!

Mouth still full, he debated whether he should tell her and risk hurting her feelings or swallow the bite and risk an upset stomach.

She took mouth full herself, abruptly stopping from chewing.

“Kenshin, why didn’t you tell me this was awful?”

He forcefully gulped down the food, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled guiltily at her.

Kaoru had, in return, pouted in her attempt to look hurt, Kenshin taking it as an invitation for more physical action as he playfully tried to comfort her.

Giggling, she proposed to go out to eat instead.

Thus, they walked, taking advantage of the cool, sunny day.

He felt rested. More rested than he felt in years actually. Thinking back, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s ever slept so soundly, without any dreams interrupting his sleep. Come to think of it, when was the last time he’d dreamt about her? About Tomoe?

He took another look at Kaoru from the corner of his eyes. Was she the reason behind it? It seems as though he had been having better slumbers ever since she’s been around. It could be that their bed ‘play-time’ had been wearing him out, but regardless, that wouldn’t take nearly enough energy for him to be completely out-cold afterwards.

He’s always been a light sleeper—life had trained him to be fully alert whether he was asleep or not. There had been countless times when he had to rest leaning up against a wall, taking advantage of rare moments when he could take quick cat-naps, katana always in hand.

So, how did he not feel her get up that morning?

A vibrating brought him out of his thoughts. He took out his cell-phone to read the text and quickly deleted it, remembering what it had said. It was yet another job.

“Who was that?” Kaoru asked as she took her ear-phones off.

“No one important.”

He could feel her glare at him, even with her glasses covering her eyes. Kaoru opened her mouth to object his remark, but it was short lived as her attention was drawn elsewhere.

His muscles tensed as he felt they were being followed.

Kenshin watched as she looked behind them, and then looked back at him, frowning and seeming very displeased.

He felt the attack before it was made as he took Kaoru and pushed her into a nearby alley, dodging the oncoming shot. Taking her arm, he swiftly dragged her behind a dumpster pulling her low to the ground.

She crouched down into a fetal position, leaning against the corner of the wall and large garbage disposal, her hands over her ears as the onslaught of bullets came. Torrents of continuing lethal metal rained. They thundered loudly, hitting the area they stood, senselessly missing their targets as they hid .Kaoru felt his warmth beside her, Kenshin’s arms protectively around her as he tried to cover her body with his own.

It would be idiotic to stand up at that moment. It would be suicidal to attack right back. If given the likelihood, his one hand-gun wouldn’t stand a chance against their number of fire-arms.

The sounds of gun-shots soon ebbed, the ceasing indicating their rivals’ departure. Just as quickly as the attackers came, they left, leaving behind a faint smell of gunpowder and bullet holes along the brick walls, pavement ground, and garbage cans, but nothing else.

Standing still, he checked the area, making sure he didn’t feel anyone hostile nearby. He turned to her, making sure she was unharmed, watching as she maintained her hands over her ears, hers eyes still closed as her jaw clenched, her sunglasses sitting safely over her bangs. Exhaling a withheld breath, she steadily stood up, cautiously trekking from behind the impromptu hiding spot, looking over their location.

Fuming eyes did the same, carefully surveying his surroundings, assessing what had just happened.

This wasn’t just an ambush. It was a message. He would have still been battling the assailants if the purpose was to kill him or Kaoru, but that wasn’t the case. No, they left too quickly for his liking. It took a lot of nerve assaulting him, especially during broad day-light. The hit-and-run wouldn’t be overlooked.

“Kenshin… what was that all about?”

The inkling feeling of suspicion bubbled within him, well aware of the fact that she saw them coming as much as he did. Glancing at her, he saw her observing the scene, shinning blue eyes seeming incredulously naïve as they darted about, sparkling with misunderstanding, her brows furrowing in worry.

He pushed the feeling aside, not wanting to believe what his gut was telling him. He was going to find out who was after him. He couldn’t jeopardize her safety and well-being. He will protect what is his.

“I don’t know.” he plainly answered.

‘But I’m going to find out.’ he vengefully thought.


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The Pit, that’s where he’ll find his answers and put a stop to whoever was after him, he was sure of it.

The dark, dingy bar sat right outside the city limits, its location purposely far-off and concealed amongst the trees of the forest next to a high-way. It was away from the city’s jurisdiction which was perfect for the depraved, immoral citizens to find refuge. After all, even criminals wanted to go out, have fun, and relax.

He eyed the place carefully before making his way inside, his steps almost soundless on the gravel parking lot. Kenshin hadn’t been looking forward to coming by the place. In fact, he went out of his way to avoid it, insisting his customers to find another place to meet.

Entering the obscured bar, the thick smell of cigarettes, booze, drugs, and sweat instantly hit him, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust. The smoky and gloomy environment made it hard to see, but he only momentarily stood by the exit as his eyes adjusted to the change of lighting.

Smoldering, infuriated eyes looked around, searching. He recognized some of the late-night bar visitors; white-haired Jinei Udoh eerily smiling from ear to ear, blonde broom-head Sawagejo Cho with his collection of unusual swords, cross-dresser Honjo Kamatari with his giant scythe, and giant Senkaku with his trusty knuckle-blades in hand, to name a few, but he didn’t pay them any mind.

His sight landed on a skinny man in a brown business suit and glasses sitting at a full table, busily telling jokes as he, apparently, finished with the punch-line as his companions full-heartedly laughed out loud.

Kenshin didn’t waste any time as he strode over to Takeda Kanryu. He was well aware of all the eyes on him, but he ignored them, knowing they wouldn’t dare come his way—his reputation proceeded him well.

Kanryu was notorious for knowing the business among the ‘unlawful community’. He worked as a messenger, retrieving and conveying information for the corrupt and power-hungry. It was surprising he was still alive and well; messengers rarely manage live for long in that line of business.

The men surrounding the table became silent as they saw red-head come near, Kanryu being the only one unaware of the man-slayers presence as he continued to hoot and laugh.

Reaching the thin man, his hand grabbed him by the neck, attaining a fist full of his shirt and suit. His company stood quiet and watched as the shorter, yet more threatening man pulled him up and off of his chair, not a single one jumping in his defense.

“Hey… what the…” was all the skeletal male was able to say as a strong, iron like hand lead him through the back door.

Once outside, Kenshin forceful pushed him forward, Kanryu awkwardly stumbling trying to get his footing.

His beady eyes turned to look at the offending figure, his face evidentially growing pale with recognition of the man before him.

“Ba- batt…” he stuttered.

“You.” man-slayer started. “You know who’s after me.”

“I don’t know anything!” he frantically looked around, seeking a possible escape.

Red eye-brow rose, “Don’t lie, Kanryu.”

“I swear it! I don’t know a thing!”

Kenshin lightly shook his head, “We can do this the easy way…or…”

A flash of red blur was all the suited man was able to see before he was swiftly clutched by the neck and smashed against the wall, the grasp tightly affixed on his collar.

“…we can do this the hard way.”

He could feel his feet in the air, unable to touch the ground. He tried to kick to no avail as the legendary swordsman tightened his hold on him all the more, warning him stop the bothersome action. Golden eyes glower at up him ominously, blood-red bangs framing them so synchronizing, Kanryu believed he was truly face-to-face with a demon himself.

“Speak.” Kenshin demanded.

Still trembling, he wasn’t able to say anything. A reeking, foul ammonia stench filled the air, making red-head sniff his surroundings as he identified the smell. Once he made out the unwelcomed stink, he gazed down, finding that Kanryu had wet his pants.

He unbelievingly frowned up at the man with glasses, faintly tightening his lips in displeasure. None the less, Kenshin continued his aggressive interrogation.

“Who’s after me?”

“I don’t know.” Kanryu shakily replied.

He unsheathed his katana, cold steel sung as he brought it under his victim’s neck. “Who. Is. After. Me.”

Beady eyes widen at the sight of the gleaming blade. He suddenly erupted in a nervous, frantic laughter.

Kenshin worried he could’ve actually scared him crazy.

“What makes you think anyone was after you?” Kanryu continued to insanely screech. “Do you have any idea who your pretty little wench is?”


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A/N: Dun, dun, dun!! So, what did you readers think of this chappy? To be honest, I’m not quite sure whether I like it or not. And, yes, I am aware that most of this chapter was pointless, plot-less smut, so sue me (not really), but again this is rated-M and you were forewarned. So, how’s Kenshin going to react to Kaoru’s background? Stay tuned and find out. ^_^