Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Demonic Desires ❯ Her Maker ( Chapter 3 )

Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics Created by Chiruken (me) and Miko were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

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RPG Collaboration Between Chiruken and Miko/Rurouni Angel

Warnings: Alternate Pairing, Alternate Universe, Lemons, Violence and Bad Language.

Consider yourself Warned…

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Demonic Desires
Chapter 3

Her Maker

Lightning streaked across the blackness of the midnight sky, illuminating the rain-drenched landscape with brief flickers of brilliance. Thunder crashed, shaking the windows in their panes as the wind lashed the driving force of the rain against the intricately etched glass reflecting the brief spurts of light splashing across the heavens. Through it all, bearing witness to the immense power Nature wielded upon the world in which mortals and immortals alike existed, a tall, regal figure looked out upon the storm-wracked lands and cried out, railing against the injustice Fate had done against him, his first blood cry in years, perhaps even centuries. The sound was filled with pain, longing, anger and echoed eerily over the sound of the driving rain and booming thunder. The flashes of lightning played against his features, illuminating the tracks of tears glistening on his face. He cried, for perhaps the first time in his existence he shed real tears, for the act of unforgivable sin he had committed. He cried for the love he had lost. And he cried for the forbidden memory of the sweetness he had drank of and the resulting Hell he'd fallen into since.

A faint scuffling fought to be heard over the crashing of the thunder, the howling of the wind, and the roar of the driving rain. From out of the shadows stepped a young man clad in blue, his short dark hair falling in disarray around his delicate features. Midnight blue eyes dark and mysterious reflecting the sporadic bursts of light, darkened to near black in the dim lighting of a few flickering candles placed around the room. Bowing low and respectfully, a perpetual smile curving his lips upwards, he approached the still form of the man standing outlined against the window. "My Lord…" He murmured softly, quiet voice low and filled with deep concern as he addressed the taller man. "Please, My Lord, Hunt with us. You haven't fed in days. We are concerned that you might…"

He spun from the window, green eyes narrowed and taking on a dangerous glint, almost glowing in the semi-darkness. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he rounded on his hapless companion. He raised an elegant hand abruptly and sliced it through the air in a chopping motion. "Silence! Do not presume to command me!" He glared through the gloom at the still smiling visage of his younger counterpart, annoyed that his outburst hadn't seemed to penetrate the other's seemingly eternally cheerful expression.

He closed his eyes, smile widening even further as he tucked his hands into the wide, voluminous sleeves of his blue haori and clasped his fingers around his forearms. "My apologies, My Lord. I mean no disrespect." His tone, calm, smooth, and almost soothing, remained respectful and conciliatory. "I merely worry for your welfare, that is all."

A heavy sigh followed the softly spoken words. "I know, Soujirou. And I am sorry for my ill temper." He turned his gaze back to surveying the storm raging outside. "Have you any news?" He held his breath as he awaited his subordinate's reply. "Have you found her?"

The smile slipped a little, a small frown puckering his brows as he sucked his lower lip between his teeth. "I'm sorry, My Lord. Her trail remains…elusive." He looked away, staring sightlessly at the wall to his left, blue eyes dark with some indescribable emotion. "She has…disappeared." He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "I will continue the search, but the more time that lapses makes it increasingly difficult to achieve success."

He nodded slowly. "I see. Keep looking, Soujirou. She must be found."

"Yes, My Lord." He turned back to the other man. "There was one piece of information that I was able to uncover, however." He paused, waiting to ensure that he had his Lord's full attention. "Her father's political machinations have ended abruptly. It appears that he has withdrawn from actively seeking alliances amongst the Packs."

"Oh?" One brow rose in increasing interest as he leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest.

"My sources have told me that he has closed his townhouse and retreated to the countryside. His exact location is unknown."

Eyes narrowing, he waited for the smaller man to continue. He knew there had to be more to this than what had already been disclosed. "Well? What of it?"

"He moved his entire family, according to rumor…all except one daughter who hasn't been seen for several days prior to his abrupt departure."

"Which daughter?" His voice was silky smooth and deceptively soft as he fixed a deadly glare on his servant.

"That information was undisclosed, My Lord. However, I have been able to learn the location of the country retreat he has fled to." Silence stretched on, becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and Soujirou fought to remain still.

He stared out the window at the storm raging outside and slowly closed his eyes. Would she still have the ring he'd placed on her finger? If she were wearing that ring, a very distinctive piece of jewelry, he knew he'd be able to find her. The ring had been beautiful and suited its wearer perfectly. He'd never seen anything like it before and new instantly that it was meant for her and her alone. It was crystal banded set with a flawless diamond with tiny droplets of sky-blue topaz twinkling within the crystal clear depths. That ring was the key to leading him to her once again. If she were wearing the ring he'd given her, he could track her, trace her, anywhere. It allowed him to feel her thoughts and emotions, it was a link, a true tie, between the two of them. As long as she wore it. He would have her by his side, at her rightful place, and nothing…no one…would stand in his way. Her supposed disappearance was a mere set back in his long-term goals.

His hands closed into fists at his sides. He didn't want to think of his sweet angel betraying him, yet what else was he to think? Her thoughts, her feelings, they should all be open to him, exposed to his scrutiny, yet all he heard, felt, was silence. The uncertainty was slowly driving him out of his mind. "Find her, Soujirou. Find her now." He couldn't lose his sweet angel, not like he'd lost…he shook his head sharply. He wouldn't think of her. He couldn't think of the precious treasure he'd found and then let slip through his fingers. He would focus on his angel, his green-eyed innocent temptress. "I cannot lose her as well…" He murmured softly, leaning forward, resting his forehead against the cool panes of the rain-lashed window, the streaks of forked lightening lighting the inside of his lids as he heaved a heavy sigh.

"Yes, My Lord." Soujirou closed his eyes and bowed deeply, respectfully, as he backed towards the door. He, too, felt the spike of pain his master was currently experiencing at the memory of the debilitating loss. He paused at the door and fixed a steady blue gaze on his Lord's tall figure. "May I instruct the others to bring you something back from the hunt, Lord Aoshi?"

Slowly opening his eyes, one of the oldest and wisest Lords turned slowly to face his most trusted servant. "No. I will join the hunt myself." Ignoring the sounds of the storm raging outside and the one from within his soul, he crossed the room with long strides. He looked down into the dark blue eyes gazing up at him from within a pale, ceaselessly smiling face he sighed again. Gazing upon the remnants of innocence in the youthful features never failed to spark a hint of pain deep within his chest as he was reminded forcefully of one of the greatest follies he'd ever committed.

Understanding the intense look he was receiving from his master, Soujirou nodded. "Of course, My Lord." The mercurial moods of his Lord weren't new to him He'd been in his service long enough to ignore most of the outbursts directed towards him. He understood Aoshi's feelings all too well as he shared the same sense of debilitating loss. "I will find her, My Lord." He spoke softly with quiet conviction. He wouldn't fail in his task, not this time.

Definitions:

haori

haori (Japanese formal coat)

Author's Notes:

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