Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Flight of the Wounded Dove ❯ Encounter ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Shaeya Sedjet Namir 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Updated On: 06.21.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 485 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2007 | Updated On: 06.21.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 485 | Status: Work In Progress
A Note From Sedjet: Thank you, again, for the wonderful reviews. I’m sorry about the lack of updates. I’m a bad Sedjet, a very bad Sedjet! I know. But! I did pass my acting jury for entrance into the department!!! Yay me! I can’t promise that my updates are going to get any better. I have quite a few acting projects in the works, and while I am totally psyched about them, they don’t leave much time for my writing. I am going to try and type up a few chapters this week to post at intervals. This will probably be a monthly updated fanfic…from now on…hopefully. Anyhoo, onto the story!
Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming to own any sort of right to Rurouni Kenshin! I just like to pretend that I am god and bend the characters to my will. Mwahahaha!!! Ahem. Kenshin and his friends actually belong to Noburhiro Watsuki.
Flight of the Wounded Dove
Chapter Six:
Encounter
Kenshin escorted the lovely vision that was Kaoru back to her room. He watched with longing as she pushed open the heavy wooden door. She raised her sweet gaze to meet his, and he reached for her delicate wrist.
“Ano, Kaoru-d—Kaoru.” He had caught himself before he used the dreaded honorific, and she smiled shyly at his correction. “May I stay for a moment?”
Kaoru fidgeted a bit. She wanted to say no. She was terribly nervous with him looking so delicious in his blood red, formal kimono that nigh perfectly matched his hair. However, the longing and hope in his lavender gaze struck a chord in her heart, and she inclined her head in invitation. She opened the door wider and stepped back with it as to make room for the rurouni’s entrance.
Once he was inside the spacious room, she shut the door with a soft click. She turned to him, not knowing quite what to do with herself. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment before his larger hands covered both of hers. They stood there for a while, both staring at their joined hands. Kenshin was contemplating what he wanted to say to her, and she was trying to think of anything but his hands holding hers.
“Kaoru, I—“
To hell with it! Battousai declared, and before even Kenshin knew what was happening, his arms were around her, she was pressed flush against him, and his lips were softly caressing hers.
Kaoru was stunned. It was the first truly bold move he had ever made. She could not have been surprised more if he had slapped her behind. However, she was much more pleased with his kiss.
Kenshin breathed an internal sigh of relief when Kaoru relaxed within the circle of his arms and leaned into the kiss. He was pleased when she tentatively returned it with innocent fervor. It made his heart swell with love and joy that he had not known he was still capable of feeling. But something darker took over. Her innocent response to his advances provoked the Battousai. He began to push further to the surface of Kenshin’s conscious and he took over when the rurouni would have started bumbling.
He had one hand rested on Kaoru’s soft, pale cheek, and the other one came up to join it on her other cheek. He increased the pressure of his mouth upon hers, and she sighed into his parted lips. He took this as his cue to slip his tongue between her lips and tease hers with slow, languid strokes. When she gasped softly against his mouth, he removed one hand from her face and allowed it to slither down her neck and shoulders and down her back to rest very near the base of her spine. He kneaded that hand against the small of her back to coax a response from her. He got the response he was looking for when Kaoru took the reigns and slanted her mouth across his, pressing herself as close to him as she could get.
Inside, Kenshin was slack-jawed, the rurouni had keeled over from shock, fright and all around prudishness and Battousai was wearing a huge crocodile grin. He was very pleased with himself. He chuckled against her lips, and Kenshin thought it best for him to take back control of his body.
The complex man who was Kenshin closed his eyes and pulled back from Kaoru’s torturous mouth. When he opened his eyes, they were a swirl of amethyst and gold. Kaoru stepped back, shocked, while Kenshin tried to maintain his control over the Battousai.
Coward. She was not afraid of what was happening to her. I never get to have any fun. Kenshin could have sworn the Battousai was pouting at him.
He took a deep, calming breath, “Kaoru, Battousai. Battousai, Kaoru,” he muttered, running a hand through his crimson bangs. He leaned against the wall and let himself slide down it with his head in his hands.
“That was Battousai?” She asked gently?
“I am sorry, koishii,” he whispered, near tears. “I cannot control him at times. I did not want tonight to end like this.”
Kaoru was horrified at Kenshin’s behavior. She had never seen him like this. “Kenshin,” she cooed. She brushed his crimson bangs back from his forehead. “You don’t have to apologize. It was not unpleasant.” Kaoru blushed. She had not meant for that to be said out loud, but something about the Battousai had woken a recklessness inside of her.
I told you so, the Battousai taunted him.
Kenshin groaned. “Do not say that, Kaoru. It will rouse him again.”
She knelt in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders, “I will have to meet him sometime, Kenshin,” she murmured gently.
“You may get your meeting sooner than you will like if you keep talking like that. It only provokes him.”
She rolled gracefully to her feet. “I am not afraid of the Battousai, Kenshin.” She stated imperously, hands on her hips, her chin set at that adorably stubborn angle. She softened immediately and knelt beside him. “He is a part of you, and I accept that,” she murmured as she stroked delicate fingers over his silky, bright hair.
That sounds like a challenge to me, the Battousai grinned a Cheshire grin, and Kenshin lost his hold on him.
Kaoru was stroking Kenshin’s hair one moment, and in the next moment she was flat on her back on the thickly carpeted floor beneath Kenshin’s body. Her eyes darted up to his face and she was shocked to see smoldering golden eyes gazing back at her with a predatory light.
“Battousai…” she whispered breathlessly.
“The one and only, koishii,” he purred as he lowered his head to taste her again. He gazed at her with unearthly golden eyes—eyes that did not miss the most minute detail. “I smell your fear…and your anticipation, little dove. You have no need to fear me. We, the rurouni, Kenshin and I, love you. I would never hurt you for anything in the world.” He smiled a lazy, lecherous smile. “However, you should fear for your chastity, because I will have you. I’ve not the patience or manners of the other two.” He lowered his mouth to her neck. “I will take you, and you will love it.” He emphasized the last two words by grinding his pelvis into hers.
She gasped, clutching at his back. When he would have slipped his hand inside her kimono’s neckline, she stilled his hand. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop.
“Please do not do this. Tonight has been special for me. Please do not spoil it with taking me against my will.”
The Battousai was taken aback. Never had he had to force his advances on a woman. Rather, they had always fallen at his feet, and before the night was over they were begging for him to love them. He had to remind himself that Kaoru was different. She was an innocent. Although she reacted enthusiastically to his kisses, he had to remind himself that she was not knowledgeable in the ways of love. He couldn’t just take her without pretense. He had to woo her. And that she thought he would force himself upon her struck a painful chord somewhere in the Battousai. He looked down at her with disdain.
“Do you think I would rape you, koishii? I may be a monster, but I would never do anything so despicable as that.” He pushed up and away from her and went for the door. “I will show myself out.” He murmured.
Kaoru scrambled up. She had to fix this. She didn’t want them to part like this. “Kenshin—Battousai—whoever the hell you are, wait!” She crossed the short distance between herself and his back which he was presenting to her. She embraced him from behind, pressing herself against the length of his strong back. “Please do not leave like this.” She requested softly. “You must be patient with me. I am new to this.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I do not think you are a monster. I did not know what to expect from you.”
Slowly, he turned, and Kaoru could see that he was still the Battousai. He raised a hand to cup her cheek, and spoke so softly, “I will not force you, little one, but by the time I have finished wooing you, you will beg for me to take you.” He dipped his head to brush a feather-light kiss against her lips. He smiled possessively when she demanded more, and he was more than happy to comply. He kissed her possessively, sweetly. His tongue brushed her lips begging for entrance, and she granted it. His tongue stroked hers sensuously, coaxing hers into a snaking dance. When he could no longer stand the sweetness of the kiss, he pulled away. He smiled lazily as she clung to him desperately. His kiss had produced the intended effect.
“Good night, koishii,” he whispered as he untangled himself from her. He turned and started through the open door when a small sound made him freeze. She was crying. He turned slowly. Why in the world was she crying?! Inside, Battousai looked helplessly at Kenshin. This was out of his depth, and he surrendered to be a spectator as Kenshin took over. “Kaoru? Koishii, what is wrong?”
She raised her head and peered up at him, seeing that his eyes had returned to their usual amethyst hue. “Kenshin?”
He nodded. “Why are you crying, koishii?” he asked, gently.
“I do not know!” She laughed and sobbed simultaneously.
“Oh, koishii.” He took her into his arms and stroked her back soothingly. “I am sorry. Battousai can be very persistent. I am sorry if he frightened you.”
Kaoru shook her head. As usual, he had it all wrong. “Battousai did not frighten me, Kenshin. I—oh, I don’t know!” How could she tell him that it was not his darker half that had frightened her, but the feelings that his darker half provoked within her that scared her nearly seneseless?
She did not need to. He understood. “I am going to go back to my room, koishii,” he murmured, brushing the glistening tears from her cheeks. “I believe my room is next door to yours. If you need me for anything, please wake me.” He kissed her cheek. “Oyasumi, koishii.”
“Oyasumi, Kenshin,” she whispered, and he was gone. She leaned against the polished oak door and closed her eyes. Battousai had issued a challenge—one she knew she was not prepared for. She did not know how to fight that kind of attack. She had never been in love before, never been kissed before. She thought about it for a moment. Did she even want to rise to the challenge? A part of her wanted to let him ravish her. The prim, maidenly part of her blanched, and Kaoru thought she must be as screwed up as Kenshin with all of his personalities! “Mou!” she muttered and let her head thunk backward against the door. “That man will be the death of me!”
TBC...
Flight of the Wounded Dove
Chapter Six:
Encounter
Kenshin escorted the lovely vision that was Kaoru back to her room. He watched with longing as she pushed open the heavy wooden door. She raised her sweet gaze to meet his, and he reached for her delicate wrist.
“Ano, Kaoru-d—Kaoru.” He had caught himself before he used the dreaded honorific, and she smiled shyly at his correction. “May I stay for a moment?”
Kaoru fidgeted a bit. She wanted to say no. She was terribly nervous with him looking so delicious in his blood red, formal kimono that nigh perfectly matched his hair. However, the longing and hope in his lavender gaze struck a chord in her heart, and she inclined her head in invitation. She opened the door wider and stepped back with it as to make room for the rurouni’s entrance.
Once he was inside the spacious room, she shut the door with a soft click. She turned to him, not knowing quite what to do with herself. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment before his larger hands covered both of hers. They stood there for a while, both staring at their joined hands. Kenshin was contemplating what he wanted to say to her, and she was trying to think of anything but his hands holding hers.
“Kaoru, I—“
To hell with it! Battousai declared, and before even Kenshin knew what was happening, his arms were around her, she was pressed flush against him, and his lips were softly caressing hers.
Kaoru was stunned. It was the first truly bold move he had ever made. She could not have been surprised more if he had slapped her behind. However, she was much more pleased with his kiss.
Kenshin breathed an internal sigh of relief when Kaoru relaxed within the circle of his arms and leaned into the kiss. He was pleased when she tentatively returned it with innocent fervor. It made his heart swell with love and joy that he had not known he was still capable of feeling. But something darker took over. Her innocent response to his advances provoked the Battousai. He began to push further to the surface of Kenshin’s conscious and he took over when the rurouni would have started bumbling.
He had one hand rested on Kaoru’s soft, pale cheek, and the other one came up to join it on her other cheek. He increased the pressure of his mouth upon hers, and she sighed into his parted lips. He took this as his cue to slip his tongue between her lips and tease hers with slow, languid strokes. When she gasped softly against his mouth, he removed one hand from her face and allowed it to slither down her neck and shoulders and down her back to rest very near the base of her spine. He kneaded that hand against the small of her back to coax a response from her. He got the response he was looking for when Kaoru took the reigns and slanted her mouth across his, pressing herself as close to him as she could get.
Inside, Kenshin was slack-jawed, the rurouni had keeled over from shock, fright and all around prudishness and Battousai was wearing a huge crocodile grin. He was very pleased with himself. He chuckled against her lips, and Kenshin thought it best for him to take back control of his body.
The complex man who was Kenshin closed his eyes and pulled back from Kaoru’s torturous mouth. When he opened his eyes, they were a swirl of amethyst and gold. Kaoru stepped back, shocked, while Kenshin tried to maintain his control over the Battousai.
Coward. She was not afraid of what was happening to her. I never get to have any fun. Kenshin could have sworn the Battousai was pouting at him.
He took a deep, calming breath, “Kaoru, Battousai. Battousai, Kaoru,” he muttered, running a hand through his crimson bangs. He leaned against the wall and let himself slide down it with his head in his hands.
“That was Battousai?” She asked gently?
“I am sorry, koishii,” he whispered, near tears. “I cannot control him at times. I did not want tonight to end like this.”
Kaoru was horrified at Kenshin’s behavior. She had never seen him like this. “Kenshin,” she cooed. She brushed his crimson bangs back from his forehead. “You don’t have to apologize. It was not unpleasant.” Kaoru blushed. She had not meant for that to be said out loud, but something about the Battousai had woken a recklessness inside of her.
I told you so, the Battousai taunted him.
Kenshin groaned. “Do not say that, Kaoru. It will rouse him again.”
She knelt in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders, “I will have to meet him sometime, Kenshin,” she murmured gently.
“You may get your meeting sooner than you will like if you keep talking like that. It only provokes him.”
She rolled gracefully to her feet. “I am not afraid of the Battousai, Kenshin.” She stated imperously, hands on her hips, her chin set at that adorably stubborn angle. She softened immediately and knelt beside him. “He is a part of you, and I accept that,” she murmured as she stroked delicate fingers over his silky, bright hair.
That sounds like a challenge to me, the Battousai grinned a Cheshire grin, and Kenshin lost his hold on him.
Kaoru was stroking Kenshin’s hair one moment, and in the next moment she was flat on her back on the thickly carpeted floor beneath Kenshin’s body. Her eyes darted up to his face and she was shocked to see smoldering golden eyes gazing back at her with a predatory light.
“Battousai…” she whispered breathlessly.
“The one and only, koishii,” he purred as he lowered his head to taste her again. He gazed at her with unearthly golden eyes—eyes that did not miss the most minute detail. “I smell your fear…and your anticipation, little dove. You have no need to fear me. We, the rurouni, Kenshin and I, love you. I would never hurt you for anything in the world.” He smiled a lazy, lecherous smile. “However, you should fear for your chastity, because I will have you. I’ve not the patience or manners of the other two.” He lowered his mouth to her neck. “I will take you, and you will love it.” He emphasized the last two words by grinding his pelvis into hers.
She gasped, clutching at his back. When he would have slipped his hand inside her kimono’s neckline, she stilled his hand. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop.
“Please do not do this. Tonight has been special for me. Please do not spoil it with taking me against my will.”
The Battousai was taken aback. Never had he had to force his advances on a woman. Rather, they had always fallen at his feet, and before the night was over they were begging for him to love them. He had to remind himself that Kaoru was different. She was an innocent. Although she reacted enthusiastically to his kisses, he had to remind himself that she was not knowledgeable in the ways of love. He couldn’t just take her without pretense. He had to woo her. And that she thought he would force himself upon her struck a painful chord somewhere in the Battousai. He looked down at her with disdain.
“Do you think I would rape you, koishii? I may be a monster, but I would never do anything so despicable as that.” He pushed up and away from her and went for the door. “I will show myself out.” He murmured.
Kaoru scrambled up. She had to fix this. She didn’t want them to part like this. “Kenshin—Battousai—whoever the hell you are, wait!” She crossed the short distance between herself and his back which he was presenting to her. She embraced him from behind, pressing herself against the length of his strong back. “Please do not leave like this.” She requested softly. “You must be patient with me. I am new to this.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I do not think you are a monster. I did not know what to expect from you.”
Slowly, he turned, and Kaoru could see that he was still the Battousai. He raised a hand to cup her cheek, and spoke so softly, “I will not force you, little one, but by the time I have finished wooing you, you will beg for me to take you.” He dipped his head to brush a feather-light kiss against her lips. He smiled possessively when she demanded more, and he was more than happy to comply. He kissed her possessively, sweetly. His tongue brushed her lips begging for entrance, and she granted it. His tongue stroked hers sensuously, coaxing hers into a snaking dance. When he could no longer stand the sweetness of the kiss, he pulled away. He smiled lazily as she clung to him desperately. His kiss had produced the intended effect.
“Good night, koishii,” he whispered as he untangled himself from her. He turned and started through the open door when a small sound made him freeze. She was crying. He turned slowly. Why in the world was she crying?! Inside, Battousai looked helplessly at Kenshin. This was out of his depth, and he surrendered to be a spectator as Kenshin took over. “Kaoru? Koishii, what is wrong?”
She raised her head and peered up at him, seeing that his eyes had returned to their usual amethyst hue. “Kenshin?”
He nodded. “Why are you crying, koishii?” he asked, gently.
“I do not know!” She laughed and sobbed simultaneously.
“Oh, koishii.” He took her into his arms and stroked her back soothingly. “I am sorry. Battousai can be very persistent. I am sorry if he frightened you.”
Kaoru shook her head. As usual, he had it all wrong. “Battousai did not frighten me, Kenshin. I—oh, I don’t know!” How could she tell him that it was not his darker half that had frightened her, but the feelings that his darker half provoked within her that scared her nearly seneseless?
She did not need to. He understood. “I am going to go back to my room, koishii,” he murmured, brushing the glistening tears from her cheeks. “I believe my room is next door to yours. If you need me for anything, please wake me.” He kissed her cheek. “Oyasumi, koishii.”
“Oyasumi, Kenshin,” she whispered, and he was gone. She leaned against the polished oak door and closed her eyes. Battousai had issued a challenge—one she knew she was not prepared for. She did not know how to fight that kind of attack. She had never been in love before, never been kissed before. She thought about it for a moment. Did she even want to rise to the challenge? A part of her wanted to let him ravish her. The prim, maidenly part of her blanched, and Kaoru thought she must be as screwed up as Kenshin with all of his personalities! “Mou!” she muttered and let her head thunk backward against the door. “That man will be the death of me!”
TBC...