Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Soul, Found Heart ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Before Misao's disappearance, before fate plays a hand in lust and romance, there is a betrayal like none within the manor walls of Kaoru's home. Heart broken and soul shattered, will Kaoru be able to cope with the cruel hand of fate until a certain red-haired, amber-eyed man claims her as his and protects her from an enemy he most likely will not be able to defeat? It seems either way that Kaoru will feel a pain like none other. A pain that runs deep into the marrow of her bones.

K/K A/M S/M a little Y/T later.

Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.30.2007 | Updated On: 04.30.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress

Dark in the beginning, it'll lighten considerably in later chapters. Includes attempted rape and explicit sexual scenes in the future. Rurouni Kenshin does not belong to me, especially the majority (if not all) of these characters. Pairings include: Ken/Kao; Mis/Ao; Meg/Sa; and a little Ya/Tsu. Thanks for reading!

Lost Soul, Found Heart

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Stale ale on his breath; the reek of spilt sake treading nearer. Rough, shaking hands held out to her, demanding she give with the open threat that he would take. Hard breathing followed by unanswered grunts as he stumbled into the walls, into furniture. A vase tips and shatters. Something always shatters. Kaoru's heart had shattered.

“No…”

It came out in a whimper, the fever of terror enveloping and drowning out past anger and hatred. “You can't! Please, no! I'm not her!”

Something that sounds so much like a snarl—a roar. He leaps for her.

“No! Please, Kami, no; I'm begging you!”

Panting breath, followed by the white blanket of shock and shame. She runs—dodges—but they are within closed quarters. She can't disturb the residents of the manor. They mustn't know what took place at night. They wouldn't know her shame, nor the shame of the man before her.

“Stay away from me!” She screamed it in a whisper, grabbing a hard but small object and blinding flinging it behind her form and the man pursuing her. “I won't let you touch me!”

And she wouldn't. She had been trained with the sword, and learned all the pressure points of the body. He would be easy to fell, in the drunken stupor he was currently in, but in order to use that knowledge against him she would have to get close enough to touch him. At the moment, that was the last thing she wanted.

“Belov'd…”

Fuming now, Kaoru grabbed a pillow cushion from the chair, spun around, and lobbed it at his face. Her chest heaved as her lungs suddenly forgot how to hold in air. She gulped down the bile in her throat as their eyes met and she glared.

“I told you, I'm not her! I'm Kaoru!”

She paused for too lengthy a period of time. She didn't realize her mistake until it was too late. Seeing the pillow on the ground she realized she should have thrown something harder. She hated the fact that she still didn't want to hurt him.

`But he's hurting me,' she wanted to sob, her soul leaking the tears of betrayal her eyes refused to relinquish.

Large, male hands caught her, thick fingers gouging into skin and bone. Kaoru cried out and tried to throw herself away from the man, but it was no use. He was easily double her size, and his strength was too great.

“Don't touch me! I hate you!” The words were ripped from her throat as he dragged her down forcefully to the floor.

“Don' figh' me, precious,” he slurred. Kaoru felt like throwing up. She felt bruises forming on her forearms. His weight fell on her, causing air to whoosh from her lungs as she coughed and sputtered, twisting with all her strength and might for freedom with what little hope she had left. Still the tears wouldn't come. She cried out, voice hoarse, not concentrating on her words, but on the tight grip and weight holding her down, the large hand that began to roam over her womanly form.

“Why…” The word kept repeating from the depths of her being. Why did he keep doing this to her? Why had this happened? Why didn't he drink his evening tea? Why didn't he fall into the depths of sleep as he often did now that Kaoru had understood his routine? Why did all her careful planning and avoidance desert her now, as it had never done in the past?

Why?!

“I will have you…” His heated breath spanned over her face, the putrid stench of him invading her being. Wet lips fell to her neck, leaving rushed, slobbery kisses.

“No! Don't!”

She struggled harder, kicking while trying to dislodge his weight.

Her soul cried out. Why did she still not want to hurt him? Shame permeated her senses.

“Don't…don't…Kami help me,stop!”

He wouldn't listen—was lost. He had always been lost ever since the death of the woman he loved.He tugged her clothing in agitation until it loosened. Tears finally began to fill Kaoru's gaze. His roving hands delved into the top of her kimono and she stiffened, then her screams renewed. Her whole being shook, her mind working rapidly while also seeming to cease its function. She didn't want this; never wanted this. Never dreamed…

“Oh Kami…” she sobbed, pain taut and terror high. She didn't want to believe this was happening. She had protected herself for so long…and now…

Purposefully relaxing her muscles, Kaoru did the one thing her petrified mind could think of through the mass of chaos and her own anxiety. She held perfectly still, forcing herself to relax as one relentless hand pinned both of hers above her head and the other squeezed and pressed her right breast. She heard a grunt of approval and tried to close her eyes against the sensations, bile once again gathering in her throat. The harsh handling of her breast was delayed as the hand traveled lower to her obi, tugging restlessly. The dizzying smell of sake and decay left Kaoru's senses for a blessed moment before persistent lips ran a wet trail down her neck and to her collarbone.

Still lying passive, lips clenched together as eyes pressed closed to prevent the leakage of tears, Kaoru held her breath and prayed.

`Why am I so weak? Why is my soul and body so weak?'

Kaoru had never felt such defeat in her life.

Then, as if a gift from the gods, the tight hand that had left numerous added bruises on her wrists lowered to cup and roughly tug at Kaoru's breast as the man's slobbery kisses began to descend to the largely exposed area of flesh at the top of her other breast, surmising Kaoru was now being submissive. As this realization struck Kaoru had no qualms acting quickly and precisely, slamming her fist up into the man's jaw with as much power and force behind it she could muster. The man grunted and fell back, but Kaoru refused to take any chances. She leapt at him, digging fingers into a pressure point to make sure his trip to unconsciousness would be a while. Staring, then standing shakily, Kaoru wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, wiping away her own gathered saliva that had kept building throughout the ordeal. Large and wide azure eyes stared at the man sprawled inelegantly on the floor, comprehension of all that had happened flashing and re-flashing through her mind's eye.

A whimper escaped her, then another. Her trembling form refused to hold her weight and she sagged before pulling herself into a chair with shaking hands, her eyes never leaving the still form only a few feet away from her. She was still afraid of him; her mind was still playing tricks on her. What if he was faking? What if she hadn't been able to stop him? What then?

She pushed the ill thoughts away. She was safe—for now. That was all she truly cared about. Inhaling a deep, quivery breath, Kaoru's eyes and face began to gain a little color again. Her frazzled nerves began to settle, and her heart's erratic pulsing began to regulate. She inhaled deep gulps of air, never turning her back from her enemy—her worst enemy. He had never gotten that close before. She shouldn't have had to feel the pressure of his hard lips on her skin. His roving hands should have never gotten her kimono the slightest bit open—never revealed the slightest expanse of skin.

Body still shaking and feeling as though it would never feel warmth again, Kaoru readjusted her kimono and tightly hugged her arms around herself. Her eyes blurred and her muscles refused to relax. Finally the dam was released, the spilling of tears coming slow and steady. Her head felt heavy, like it would never be light again. Her heart hurt too much to dwell upon, or depression would soon come swiftly and relentlessly. Gathering what remained of her strength and courage—the struggle seeming to have zapped everything out of her—Kaoru rose unevenly to her feet and locked her knees as the room spun around her. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Kaoru inhaled deep gulps of air until the room was steady and her balance re-gained. Opening dulled and angry eyes, Kaoru stood tall and lifted her chin with lightly clenched teeth. Her hardened gaze roved over the man's figure as shame, disgust, and hate overcame her senses with a vengeance.

Valiantly, Kaoru pushed thought and emotion out the window, sending her worries to the heavens. All that was left of her emotion was a deep melancholy the settled its frigidness into the depths of the marrow of her bones. She turned her back on the man, walking toward the door and her freedom now that she knew the man wouldn't blindly chase after her despite the working servants and the rest of the household. Kaoru detachedly watched the tremors of her own hand as it reached for the door handle. Before her fingers came in contact with the cool metal she turned to gaze passively at the sprawled man on the floor whose eyes had rolled into the recesses of the back of his head.

“I remember when I loved you.”

Kaoru's voice was soft and raspy, sounding dead to the ears from lack of inflection. No emotion presented itself upon Kaoru's face. If her sister saw her at that moment, she would have been deathly frightened. The lack of emotion would give anyone who knew Kaoru cause to worry.

“I remember when I laughed with you, and smiled when you entered the room.”

With eyes half-lidded, Kaoru didn't even bother to blink. Her body was slouched, hunched over as if to show defeat. If she had won, why did it feel as if she had lost everything she held dear?

“I remember what we used to have.”

Fond memories and love; both were from the distant past, now. Kaoru had fewer and fewer people she trusted these days. Fewer people she cherished. Like her sister, and Megumi-san. How many times had Meg saved her? Too many to count…

`Misao must never know...' Kaoru vowed, resolve expanding and strengthening. `Misao must never find out just how much he changed.' Kaoru would protect her sister—protect her with her life.

Perhaps this man would still be mentally sane if only…

Straightening her shoulders and pushing it from her mind, Kaoru turned on her heel and opened the door. Before she took a step through the threshold, however, her head turned slightly to the side as she murmured:

“I remember when I used to call you father.”

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Author's note: from here on out the rest of the story won't be as darkly based. Also, I do not at all plan on Kaoru being OOC, I simply used this situation for my betterment and wrote how I believe she would have acted had this truly taken place. Next chapter enters Megumi, Misao, Aoshi, Kenshin, Sano, and Tae. I hope you enjoy!