Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Vengeance ❯ Preparing for War ( Chapter 19 )

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

Another chapter for those who read my stuff.

Word list(in order of appearance):

okashira- leader

onmitsu- highly skilled ninja

Kukoro- Gein's name while part of the oniwaban group. Comes from the Restoration manga.

shozoku- traditional shinobi uniform

Nakasendo- Meadow Mountain Way. One of the five great roads. Led from Kyoto to Tokyo.

Hadome- Kamiya Kasshin succession technique of defense

Hawatari- Kamiya Kasshin succession technique of attack

furo- Japanese soaking tub

Chapter 19-Preparing for War

Kyoto Police Station- 4 days before Jinchuu

Hajime Saito snuffed out the unfiltered tip of his cigarette into the dark blue porcelain ashtray on his desk as he shifted his gaze down at the open folder before him. A photo lay atop the paperwork, the grainy composite unable to hide the ironclad menace that had once threatened to send Japan into chaos. Purgatory it had been christened by Makoto Shishio, its remains resting on the bottom of Tokyo bay along with the remnants of Shishio's incinerated corpse. The battle had been long and dangerous and many police officers had lost their lives in the pursuit to stop the bandaged madman. The Battosai, Kenshin Himura; The Battosai's friend, Sanosuke Sagara; the interloper shinobi Aoshi Shinamori; and Saito himself, all tried to defeat Shisho. Their attempts failed, save Himura who unleashed one last strike to end Shishio's attempted destruction of the Meiji Government, causing the bandaged lunatic to combust from his own body's inability to control its body temperature.

With Shishio's death, the mission to protect Japan had been completed. The country was now safe from any threats to its land and its people. Or was it? Shishio may have been eliminated, but questions still remained. Questions that needed answers. And it all comes back to this ship. Saito thought, compulsively reaching into his pocket to draw out a box of matches and a pack of cigarettes. He brought the opened pack up to his mouth, gently pulling out the filtered end of a cigarette before stuffing the pack back into the pocket of his officer's jacket. Snatching up the box of matches, he drew a match out and struck it along the side of the box, a quick flash of flame bursting at the end and Saito lifted it to the tip of the cigarette, lighting it before taking quick drag. He then shook out the match and dropped it into the ashtray.

The policeman reached out with his left hand to scoop up the photograph, scrutinizing it as he had so many times before. It was a truly monstrous looking battleship. A ship that Shishio, despite his vast wealth, would not have had the time nor the skill to build. Someone had to of supplied it. Someone who could very well be a big threat to Japan. If there was one ship... there could be others. And a fleet of such ships would decimate the country and send it spiraling back into the chaos that was the Bakumatsu. And despite my dislike of the Meiji government, this is a time of peace... a time for Japan to heal... and grow. He dropped the photo to the side, going over the inventory list of confiscated weapons during the attack in Tokyo Bay. The rifles and pistols were mostly American models but modified in a way unseen by any of the legally imported weapons. Shishio had to have bought them from someone... the same person who sold him a massive battleship... the same someone who could very well be plotting his own overthrow of the government. Saito's duty dictated he find out the culprit and bring them to justice. And as a proud and stubborn samurai, the wolf of Mibu would not relent in the hunt for his prey.

It had taken months to narrow down a list of suspects and it was only through sheer luck that he finally caught wind of a name. Armed with this new information, Saito had sent out an operative to follow whatever leads he could and report back with his findings. But the operative was overdue to return and the police officer was growing impatient. If he doesn't show up soon, I'll go and find the bastard myself.

A knock on the door drew Saito's attention and he lifted his gaze, agitated brown eyes studying his desk sergeant as he barked out, "What is it?"

"There's someone here to see you, sir..." The short man began, going silent as the visitor strode past him and into the room.

Speak of the devil. Saito commented silently as his gaze fell on the lanky form of Cho Sawagejo. "Thank you sergeant, that will be all..."

The small officer gave a bow of his head then shut the door behind him, leaving the two men alone.

Cho, for his part, waved at the cloud of smoke that floated in the office, making a face as he spoke, "Anyone ever tell ya you smoke too damn much?"

Saito responded by exhaling a puff of smoke then added, "My wife, on numerous occasions."

He's got a wife?! Cho exclaimed inwardly, staring at the policeman in shock. "Ya actually got a woman to willingly marry you?"

"Yes," Saito deadpanned before launching into the conversation. "Now tell me what you've found."

Man, he sure doesn't like to waste time does he? Cho grumbled in his head before flashing a grin. He strolled over to the desk, drawing out his journal from his overcoat. "It took some time to gather all the information but I think you'll be pleased with what I've found for ya." The blond dropped the journal onto the top of the desk and plopped down in the seat opposite of his boss.

Saito stared at the journal for a second than reached out, dragging it towards him before opening the book. He looked down, studying the picture of an elaborate house and he held it up to the blond. "What is this?"

"The place where your target is currently residing," Cho answered. "Got it off one of my informants working in Tokyo. Seems it's often rented out to... wealthy individuals looking to stay away from the common rabble if ya catch my drift..."

Saito glared expectantly at the blond. "I don't care about where he's staying, I care about what he's plotting. So tell me what you've found out."

Cho sighed. "You're no fun, you know that?" The blond shifted at the cop's hardened look and lifted his hands up in a placating gesture then lean forward. "Okay, okay... so here's the deal, right? That man, the one you wanted me to track down? Well, he's plotting something alright but it's of a more personal nature."

"Personal nature?"

"Yeah... and you'll never guess who he has it in for..."

Saito made a get on with it gesture.

Cho's smirk fell at the policeman's impatient body language and he cleared his throat and answered. "Well, you see, it has something to do with the Battosai..."

"Himura?" Saito repeated, his brow furrowing as he asked, "What does he have to do with anything?"

"Well, from what the police in Tokyo told me, someone attacked Battosai and his friends," The blond replied, one eye going closed as he revealed the events that happened days ago. "Messed Himura up real good... and his woman... Hell, even that doctor lady got her clinic blown up..."

Saito's expression remained neutral at this new tidbit of information, betraying none of the inner conflict going on in his mind. On the one hand, he respected Himura and his skill... but on the other hand... the Battosai's vow to not kill caused more harm than good, allowing evil to fester and grow when it should be snuffed out and dealt with quickly... the core principle of Saito's Aku Soku Zan. "I take it there were witnesses then?"

"Sure was..." Cho said with a nod. "The descriptions matched two of the men working for your target... hell, they even described the weapons dealer himself being there... seems he confronted Battosai about something from the past... Something to do with this..." He paused, reaching into his over coat to pull out folded piece of paper then handed it over to Saito.

The samurai unfolded the paper, reading the vertical kanji out loud. "Jinchuu... Earthly Revenge..." He murmured, his mind traveling back to the days of the Bakumatsu and the infamous notes of Tenchuu left at the fallen bodies of Battosai's targets. Heaven's justice always included a list of grievances the murdered victim had committed. But this was man's justice... justice of a personal nature... Where the offended party sought revenge... But this paper gives no reason as to why. He commented silently as he pondered what Himura had done to this specific target to warrant the return to Japan. Not that the policeman was complaining. After all, it brought his prey even closer to being captured and dealt with. Perhaps you'll be of some use in this eh, Battosai? "So the target left this for Himura specifically?"

"Well, that was the theory of the police," Cho answered. "Seems they found a paper just like this at every place that was attacked."

"I see..." Saito murmured, studying the blond expectantly. "What of the other men?"

Cho grinned. "Ya caught that did ya? Well, I counted three other men working for the target, though one of them I couldn't see what he looked like and all... Still there's definitely five others aligned with that white haired bastard..."

"So you saw the target as well?"

"Sure did," Cho replied, motioning to the book in the officer's hand. "It's all in the journal there... so ya can read it for yourself."

The policeman looked back down, perusing the journal, his sharp mind memorizing the most important details, his jaw tightening at the description of the five men and the attack in Tokyo. Closing the journal, Saito rose to his feet and snuffed out his cigarette.

Cho watched in curiosity, rising as the officer did. "Are ya going somewhere?"

"Yes," Saito answered in a business-like tone though inside he was agitated. "And you're coming along."

The blond blinked. "Where are we going?" He asked.

"To an inn called the Aoiya... there's someone I need to speak to... someone that may be able to help answer a few questions..."

"About the men you're after?"

"Yes... and no..." The policeman answered cryptically, opening the door as he stalked out and into the hallway, Cho close behind as the pair exited the building and onto the streets of Kyoto.

The Aoiya

Aoshi sat alone in his room, the shadows of daylight dancing upon his relaxed features. His eyes were closed, his mind drawn within as he attempted to meditate on the lessons of the day. To calm his heart he would become one with the silence. It was a lesson he was still trying to master. A decade plus of anger and obsession had nearly destroyed his soul. In his madness, Aoshi had abandoned everything... his clan... his status... his heart... his loved ones... all in the pursuit of strength; all to find and defeat Battosai, thereby claiming the title of the strongest. But his clash with the redheaded samurai had ended in failure. Kenshin Himura, the Battosai... the focus of his obsession since the end of the Bakumatsu... had yanked Aoshi out of his death filled slumber and awakened him to the truth. That strength could not be obtained by power alone... that what Aoshi was doing was wrong and honored no one... not himself... and not his fallen men...

Faced with this reality, the dark haired shinobi had accepted defeat, trying to hide the shame and guilt of all the wrongs he committed by offering Misao revenge for the death of Okina, as was her right. But instead of killing him, Misao had urged him to come back to the Oniwabanshu... back to her. She offered him forgiveness, mercy, and love. This he had not expected and the coldness in his heart shattered and he had broke down. Here was his second chance. A chance to redeem himself and atone for the transgressions he'd committed and the shinobi took it, returning to the Aoiya with Misao after helping Himura defeat Shishio. Aoshi slowly integrated himself back into the day to day life of the inn, using meditation to ease the pain in his soul and repair the wreckage of his self-inflicted misery. I cannot move forward until I let go of my past. I must let go. I must become the man I was supposed to be before the Bakumatsu. For the clan's sake, for Misao's sake, for my own soul and peace of mind, I must let go of my grief and forgive others... and myself, for all that has happened... and all that will come.

"Aoshi-san? Are you in there?"

His eyes fluttered open, recognizing the voice of Omine, one of the many onmitsu working in the Aoiya. There was a hesitation in her tone and his brow furrowed, calling out low but soft, "Yes. Has something happened to Misao, Omine-san?"

"She is fine Aoshi-san. She went into town on a few errands. But there is a police officer waiting outside that wishes to speak with you. A man by the name of Hajime Saito. Do you wish to receive him now? Or would you like me to send him away?"

The mention of Saito's name drew the shinobi's curiosity. Aoshi had fought along side the police officer upon the deck of the Purgatory and knew his worth and skill in battle. But Shishio was dead and the threat to Japan was over. So why was Saito here now? Did it have something to do with Himura? "I will speak with him," The okashira decided and he rose to his feet, straightening his white yukata as he slid the shoji door open, placid brown eyes looking down at the small figure of Omine as he added, "Please ask Shirojo to prepare some tea and bring it to the main hall."

"Hai." Omine said with a slight bow of her head then pivoted around and made her way towards the kitchen.

Aoshi followed behind her, continuing beyond where Omine had turned left, coming to a stop at the entrance of the Aoiya, finding the tall figure of Saito standing next to a slightly shorter man with rather striking blond hair. "Afternoon, Saito-san," Aoshi greeted, returning the officer's head bow before his gaze shifted to the swordsman. "And..." He paused, waiting for the swordsman to answer.

"Ya can call me Cho."

The shinobi caught the Kansai accent, intrigued even further as he gave a slight nod of his head. "Cho-san..." He greeted in his usual cool tone. "What brings you two to the Aoiya today?"

"We wish to speak with you about a matter of vital importance," Saito answered as he stepped forward, his serious eyes focusing on the emotionless expression of the shinobi. "May we come inside?"

Aoshi took a few seconds before replying, trying to gauge the seriousness of Saito's request. There was an urgency within the officer's gaze that belied the even tone of the his voice. He has something important he wishes to ask of me. Very well, I will play along. "Of course. Follow me," The ninja waited for the men to remove their boots then led the two men down the engawa in measured steps, stopping before the entrance of the main hall as Shirojo brought the tea and set up three zabuton on the Tatami floor. Saito and Cho entered first, Aoshi entering last and he sat in front of the pair, waiting until Shirojo had poured the tea before asking, "Now then, what can I do for you, Saito-san?"

"I'll cut right to the chase," Saito began, focusing his wolfish gaze on the ninja. "Does the name Gein mean anything to you?"

The shinobi tilted his head. "Should it?"

"It's the name of a shinobi that once worked for an opium dealer the police arrested in Tokyo. He escaped capture and has aligned with an even bigger threat that must be dealt with," Saito explained. "As a fellow ninja, I thought you would recognize the name."

Aoshi said nothing for a moment before addressing the officer. "Do you know the name of every police officer in your force, Saito-san?"

Saito frowned. "No..."

"Nor do I know the name of every shinobi in Japan."

The wolf of Mibu's lips quirked at the younger male's reply.Touche. "Perhaps you know him by his onmitsu name... Kuroko?"

A flash of surprise marred Aoshi's face but he suppressed it quickly, voice more cautious. "Yes... I know that name... he served in the oniwabanshu but disappeared before the surrender of Edo castle."

"And how well did you know Kuroko?"

The shinobi felt the intensity of Saito's gaze and answered truthfully. "Not very well as we served in different units but it was said he was rather masterful with the use of wires... and other oddities..."

"Oddities like bombs... and chemicals?"

Aoshi's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps... is that why you've come to the Aoiya? To ask about an ex-onmitsu?"

"That is part of it," Saito admitted, tapping his fingers against his leg. The urge for a cigarette was nearly unbearable, but his pride and restraint as a samurai prevented him from smoking without permission. "There is also the issue of the men he works with... and their connection to Himura that you may be able to help us solve."

Wrinkles formed on the shinobi's forehead. "Has something happened to Himura?"

"Nothing too serious... yet..." The policeman replied. "But according to new information, the man I'm hunting and the five that work with him, all have a common goal of hurting Battosai and the people he cares about."

"And you're certain of this?"

Saito reached into his uniform jacket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and handed it to the shinobi.

Aoshi took the paper and unfolded it, reading the vertical kanji. "Jinchuu..." He murmured as he lowered the paper away from his face. "So...someone wants revenge on Battosai..." He looked back at the officer, returning the article to him. "The note doesn't say why though."

"That's why I've come here," Saito replied as he stuffed the note back into his jacket. "Battosai spent his years fighting in Kyoto. The oniwabanshu kept records of many events of the war during their missions for the Bakufu. I was hoping that perhaps there would be something that could answer the question as to why Himura is being targeted... and reveal more about the one who wants him dead the most."

"Why not just ask Himura directly? Why come to me?"

"Because I never walk into a battle uninformed and unprepared," Saito explained. "I need to know as much as I can before I leave for Tokyo."

Aoshi pondered the policeman's request. The chance to do something of value had come to his doorstep. If he failed to assist Saito in helping Himura, however indirectly, Misao would be upset. And if Kuroko is indeed working for someone with less than honorable intentions, it is my duty to stop him from sullying the name of the oniwanbshu. "I will see if I can find anything in the archives that may aid in your cause," He answered then asked. "What is the name of the man you wish to know most about?"

"His name is Enishi Yukishiro," Saito replied. "A Japanese national that fled to China after the defeat of the Bakufu. During his time in the mainland, he managed to become the leader of a massive syndicate that makes its living supplying illicit arms to the criminal underworld here in Japan and abroad. It was Yukishiro that sold the Purgatory to Shishio."

Aoshi's mind calculated several factors at once, understanding coming to him almost instantly. "You seek this man to stop him from setting up shop here in his homeland,don't you? Perhaps you fear this man, Yukishiro, has a fleet of ships like the Purgatory and could threaten Japan with that fleet if he so desired. Is that what this is about?"

Never let it be said that the shinobi are slow and stupid. "Precisely. While I'm willing to assist in helping Himura take care of his Jinchuu problem, my true goal is to stop Yukishiro and arrest him before he gains a foothold in Japan."

Aoshi tilted his head. "You don't think he has a foothold now?"

"Not to the extent that he would if he remained in Japan permanently."

"And what if he doesn't wish to remain here?" Aoshi asked. "What if he came here simply to enact his revenge then return to his base of operations in the mainland?"

"Even if that is the case, I will not let him escape my net," Saito assured as he rose. "Now then, I have other matters to attend to. If you find anything, please send word to the central police station by morning," He gave a bow. "Thank you for the tea and your time, Aoshi-san. I am hoping to hear some positive information from you."

Aoshi rose as well, Cho following and the shinobi watched them exit then walk down the deck, slipping on their boots at the front of the inn before disappearing from view. The ninja stood there for several moments, wondering if he would find anything of value when the form of Misao suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Aoiya.

"Whew, it's crazy in town!" The girl exclaimed, her bright eyes shifting then locking on Aoshi, who stood still on the engawa. "Aoshi-sama!" She waved, sliding off her zori as she nearly leaped up onto the engawa, marching towards him with a big smile on her face. "You came out of your room!" She slowed to a stop before him, reaching up to lay the back of her hand on his forehead, voice and features teasing as she asked, "Are you sure you're feeling well?"

Aoshi flinched at her touch but did not shy away, quirking an eyebrow as he stared down at her. "Why would I not be?"

Misao withdrew her hand and gave an exaggerated sigh. "Well... you're always brooding in your room... so I figured you must be unwell... walking in the bright sunshine dressed in your yukata and all..."

He studied her for a few seconds, confusion giving way to realization as he murmured, "Ah... you're teasing me... yes... very amusing..."

"Wha... tease you? I would never do anything of the sort!" She feigned innocently, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, though her eyes twinkled in mirth.

Aoshi was unconvinced and unmoved. "On the contrary, you tease me quite regularly... I don't understand the point of it."

Misao grinned, unaffected by his gloomy reaction and she looked up at him, replying in her usually happy tone. "To get you to smile, duh!"

"A wasted effort," The ninja replied. "I don't smile."

"Obviously... but you'd be happier if you did, I promise..."

"Excuse me, Aoshi-san... Misao..." Shirojo called out in a polite tone, causing them to turn and shift back to allow the man to pass.

Misao's eyes tracked the male shinobi's path back to the kitchen, spying the tray with tea and she turned back to Aoshi. "Did someone come to visit while I was gone?"

"Saito-san and one of his men came by to ask a few questions. Seems Himura may be in a bit of trouble and they wanted my assistance in finding some answers as to why."

Misao's expression grew serious as she turned to face her leader. "Has something happened to Himura, Aoshi-sama? What about the others? Are they okay?"

"I am not sure about their condition," He began, voice a bit softer as he added. "But I do know that they are all targets of Jinchuu."

"Jinchuu?" Misao whispered, looking up at him with concerned eyes, "Like... revenge?"

"Hai..." He replied, turning to head back to his room. "That's why Saito-san was here. He believes the oniwabanshu might contain records about the one he's trying to track down and capture. A man by the name of Enishi Yukishiro. I plan to go through the archives and search through the Bakumatsu records to see if anything can be found. If successful, I will send word to the police station before Saito-san leaves for Tokyo."

"So we're helping then?" Misao asked, following him down the engawa.

Aoshi stopped at the door of his room, inwardly pleased at Misao injecting herself into the effort. "That is my intention." He murmured as he reached out to slide the shoji door open, stepping inside before closing it quietly behind him.

Misao smiled at his answer, happy that he was willing to let her help him and she headed to the archives, waiting patiently for Aoshi to join her.

The tall shinobi entered the room several minutes later, dressed in the dark blue shozuku of the oniwaban, his eyes focusing on Misao for a moment before shifting to the wall of neatly rolled scrolls and stacked books.

Misao followed his gaze, stepping closer to him as she asked, "So how do you want to do this?"

Aoshi moved to the nearest row of documents, voice and features distant. "I want you to look for anything that could pertain to the name Yukishiro."

"And what will you be looking for?" Misao asked, taking the opposite end of the wall.

"I'm going to look for something... dealing with the oniwabanshu itself..." He replied softly, reaching out to the closest scroll and he unraveled it, peering downward to read the contents.

Misao studied Aoshi for a moment then shrugged. At least he didn't send me away this time. The girl grabbed the book to her right and flipped it open, focusing her attention on the words, looking for a specific mention of the name Yukishiro as the okashira had requested.

The day grew dim, the coming of night fast approaching but the two shinobi continued, unabated by the darkness, well used to the lack of light and it was along a clustered row in the center of the massive bookcase that Aoshi found what he was looking for. He reached out, pulling a large black book off the shelf. He flipped through the pages slowly, brow furrowing as he read the neatly written text. Some of the information was startling and disturbing. The shinobi had been unaware that such tactics and practices even existed. Yet, here they were... the history of several particularly dark arts and skills, hidden from even those who walked in the shadows. The practitioners who had mastered such arts were listed by onmitsu names going back several hundreds of years. His eyes trailed down the list of successors to various techniques, frowning when the name Kukoro appeared in several subsets of data. Was this Kukoro the same as the one who Saito-san was after? And if so... what was his purpose for using such arts now?

He heard a groan from Misao and he lifted his head, looking to his right where the girl stood rubbing her neck.

"All this reading is giving me a headache..." She grumbled. "Would it be too much to ask for some light in here, huh?"

Aoshi's features became emotionless and he closed the book, placing it back on the shelf. "If you want some light, by all means grab a few lamps."

Misao lowered her hand to her side and beamed. "Alright, I will." She exited the room, marching quickly down the engawa, lifting her head at the sound of her name carried in the air.

"Misao! Misao!"

The girl blinked at the sight of Masukame, remaining still as the female ninja raced towards her.

"A letter's just arrived for you!"

A letter? So late in the day? She thought with a frown as she asked in a curious tone. "From who?"

Masukame held the white envelope out for Misao to take and she turned it over, finding Kaoru's name as the addressee. If this letter was indeed from Kaoru... Then it might have something to do with what's going on with Himura! She wasted no time in tearing open the envelope, yanking out the letter and she unfolded it, eyes widening as she read the contents silently:

Dear Misao,

I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner but the situation we're facing is dire. A man by the name of Enishi Yukishiro has declared war on the dojo and seeks revenge for the death of his sister, Tomoe-san, who was married to Kenshin during the Bakumatsu. Though it was an accident, Enishi could not be deterred with words or reasoning from Kenshin but the words of Tomoe-san might be able to reach Enishi's heart and mind. I know it's a lot to ask on such short notice but if you could retrieve Tomoe-san's diary from the Chion-in temple and bring it to Tokyo, it would help us greatly. I promise to explain everything when you arrive. We must prepare for Enishi so please hurry as best you can.

Your friend,

Kaoru

Misao turned the envelope back over, noting the day. She sent this 5 days ago... could it be... something's happened already?! No... she answered herself. If something had happened, Saito-san would have mentioned it to Aoshi-sama. Which means there's still time!

"Aoshi-sama?!" She cried as she raced back to the archive room, rounding the corner just as Aoshi did and the girl crashed headlong into the okashira who reached out to pull Misao back to him, preventing her from falling onto the engawa.

He slowly pushed her back enough to study her, though his hands still held her arms as he looked down at her, asking in a low but soft voice, "Misao, what is wrong?"

His tone was calm enough but there was a surprising look of worry within Aoshi's normally placid eyes that made Misao's heart flip. It was concern... over her... His hands were warm on her arms and his form solid in the brief seconds that he had held her. Joy turned to chastising as she growled to herself in her mind. Stop that, dummy! You don't have time to daydream about Aoshi-sama holding you! Get it together like a proper ninja! She held up the letter to him. "It's from Kaoru!"

Kaoru... That's the name of Himura's woman... Aoshi thought, recalling the features of a young woman who had rushed to the Battosai's side upon their return from the destroyed Purgatory. If she has sent a letter to Misao... then it must be something serious. He took the letter gently from Misao's outstretched hand and unfolded it, understanding crossing his handsome features at the contents. So that's why Yukishiro wants revenge. The diary may indeed be able to stop Enishi... if it is in his sister's own words. Aoshi lowered the letter, handing it back to the girl as he spoke in a decisive tone. "Misao, please find Kurojo and inform him that I need to speak with him then gather the others in the courtyard."

"What are you planning to do, Aoshi-sama?"

"I'm going to write the information Saito-san was looking for and have Kurojo deliver it to the police," The tall ninja answered as he headed over to the low desk and sat down, unrolling parchment as he dipped a thin beige brush into the nearby inkwell and began to write. "Once he sets off, we will head to the Choin-in temple and retrieve Tomoe Yukishiro's diary."

"So we're going to Tokyo then?" Misao asked as she watched him write.

"Yes," He said with a nod, dipping the brush for another round of ink. "Prepare for travel but pack lightly. We're taking the Nakasendo road and I don't want anything to slow us down."

"Got it!" Misao grinned, happy at the thought of traveling with Aoshi alone and at seeing her friends again and she turned around, leaving the okashira to his writing.

The note complete, Aoshi rose, rolling and tying the paper in a simple knot then headed to his room to pack. Once ready, the okashira grabbed the nodachi saya that contained his twin kodachi blades then moved to stand in the courtyard while Misao informed the oniwabanshu of their new mission. Aoshi handed off the note to Kujoro, instructing him to give it to the police at the central station and the three of them departed the Aoiya, Kujoro heading straight for the police station with note in hand, while the okashira and Misao weaved through the evening crowd as they made their way to the temple. Once the diary was retrieved, the two ninja set off in the darkness, traveling with swift footfalls along the path that would take them to Tokyo, well beyond the borders of Kyoto and Saito who had a mission of his own to keep.

3 Days before Jinchu- Kyoto Central Police Station

Saito walked out of the police station, scroll in hand as he marched towards the carriage that awaited a short distance ahead.

"So what does the note say?" Cho asked as he tagged behind the policeman.

Saito handed the scroll over to the blond. "Read it for yourself."

Cho took the paper and unrolled it, letting out a whistle as he shook his head. "Man, that's dark stuff right there... Himura killing his own wife and all... Ya think it's true?"

"Yes... but I also believe there is something we're still missing here... Battosai, even at his most lethal, never hurt a non-combatant, that much I know... and if this Tomoe Yukishiro was indeed his wife... she must have fell victim to some unforeseen circumstance and, as a result, died by Himura's unintentional hand."

"So something like an accident then?"

"Hai... and if this Enishi just happened to witness it... without knowing the full truth..."

"He'd think Battosai did it on purpose..." Cho finished, stopping as Saito did, watching him open the door to the carriage then stepped up and inside. The blond followed suit, sitting down opposite of the policeman. He studied Saito for a moment then shifted his focus out the small window when the carriage shuddered forward. "So we're going to Tokyo by boat?"

Saito nodded. "Unlike the shinobi who chose to walk to Tokyo, I don't have the luxury of time."

"Ya think Enishi will strike soon?"

"I do," Saito replied. "And I want to be there to stop him before he can get away."

"Will you be using the Tokyo police to help?"

The larger man frowned. "No. I lost enough men to Himura's foolish vow to not kill," He paused, a smugness oozing in his tone and expression as he added, "Besides... there are only six of them. Himura and I should be able to handle this problem easily enough." The policeman pulled out a pack of cigarettes, drawing one out and slipped it between his lips before lighting it, his gaze focused out the window. You really are in a rough spot, aren't you, Himura? Luckily for you I'm on my way, eh? Saito thought with a smirk, taking in a long drag before blowing a puff of smoke into the compartment, ignoring Cho's hand waving and grumbling as the carriage made its way out of Kyoto and onto the road towards Osaka.

3 days before Jinchuu- Kamiya Dojo

"Alright, Yahiko, you seem to have mastered the very basics as I instructed. So are you ready for the next step?"

Yahiko stood about 10 feet opposite of his master. A week of training had brought him to this point. The muscles in his arms ached, his wrists were bruised from the constant repetition of a single move but his will was strong and his mind eager to learn more and he shoved aside the pain and the fatigue as he stood straight and answered firmly. "I am."

Kaoru studied her pupil, finding strength and determination in his steady gaze and she smiled inwardly, impressed at his resolve and desire to learn and become stronger. "Alright then, I'm going to demonstrate the effectiveness of what you've been practicing," She paused, lifting her bokken until it was in the chuden no kamae position. "I want you to attack me with as much force and speed as you can, understand?"

"I understand." Yahiko repeated as he mimicked Kaoru's stance, waiting for her signal to attack.

For his part, Kenshin watched from the sidelines, his small form leaning against the wall of the dojo. His years as a swordsman had brought to him much knowledge in observation and he began to calculate the time and speed it would take Yahiko to close the distance and strike the dojo instructor. Kenshin knew Kaoru would have to be very fast to counter the boy's attack. And she was still not at 100 percent. The rurouni could feel the tension building in the air, could see the sweat trickling down Kaoru's skin, could hear the tightening of Yahiko's grip on the hilt of the bokken. Any second now... and second...

"Begin!" Kaoru's voice shouted in a firm and controlled tone.

Yahiko reacted at her command, letting out a cry as he lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His muscles tightened in an attempt to add more force to his attack and he lifted the bokken up and over his head, slashing downward with the full fury of his strength only to gasp as his sword was suddenly blocked. What the heck?! His eyes widened as they caught sight of Kaoru's crossed wrists, letting out a yelp of as she countered quickly with a side slash to his neck, the bokken still in her hand, knocking him sideways onto the floor. He rolled and sat up, clutching the sight of his injury.

"Are you alright, Yahiko?"

The sound of Kaoru's voice drew his attention and he lifted his head to study his master with pained but intrigued eyes. "Yeah, but what the heck just happened?"

"I blocked your attack using a technique called Hadome," She explained. "Instead of blocking a blade with your hands, you do it by crossing your wrists, preventing your opponent's blade from striking you. And with your wrists crossed, you have full use of your blade and can counter with a strike of your own. In the Kamiya Kasshin style this is called Hawatari," She paused, making sure her student was paying attention before continuing. "Speed is the advantage of this attack. The faster you react, the more force you can use against your opponent. What is most important about understanding and mastering this technique is the timing. If you misjudge when to block, you will die. But if you preform this move correctly and counter, it will be an instant kill."

An instant kill? Yahiko thought in surprise. It was that powerful of an attack?

She saw the impressed look on the boy's features and clarified. "Don't misunderstand me, Yahiko. I would never recommend you using a real sword to fight. But if you did... and used this attack successfully, it would be an absolutely lethal move."

"I know that..." Yahiko grumbled. "I just... I didn't realize there were such moves in the Kasshin Ryu."

Kaoru smiled and walked up to her student, holding out her hand for him to take. "There are other techniques that I believe you'll be quite surprised to learn."

Yahiko took her hand, letting her help him up. "Show me."

"All in good time," Kaoru replied, backing away from Yahiko. "For now, we need to focus on you practicing what you've learned and what you need to know for the Hawatari. So let's give it a try, eh? I'll attack you and you try to block and counter using what I've shown you."

Yahiko nodded, taking his position opposite of Kaoru as he had before. "Right!"

"Alright then... here I come!" Kaoru warned before lunging forward, bokken outstretched to attack.

Yahiko braced himself, lifting his arms up as he had so many times in the last week only to gasp as Kaoru's bokken hit him in the stomach, knocking him down again.

Kaoru frowned, shifting back and away. "You lifted your hands too soon, leaving your stomach vulnerable. Always try to gauge the direction of the strike, Yahiko. The move I taught you is good for overhead strikes, not stabs to the chest or slashes. Use your bokken to block those kind of attacks."

Yahiko glared up at his teacher. "I thought you were aiming for my head..."

"Well, you thought wrong. So focus harder. Watch me... watch which way I lead... where the tip of the bokken goes, so too, will my movement go. That is why repetition is essential... it has to become reaction without thought... to protect yourself from harm... and to defend others in need of defending."

The boy frowned but nodded, rising to his feet. "Got it..."

"Good... now then... let's try again..."

Kenshin smiled softly at the student and master exchange, impressed with Kaoru's teaching and handling of Yahiko's transition into a true practitioner of kenjustu... or in this case... kendo... his smile fell a bit as the training wore on and one hour became two. At first glance Kaoru moved without much effort, her tactics full of precision and grace but her small winces and the sweat on her brow and skin could not escape his sharp eyes. She's wearing down... if she continues for much longer... she could slip up and I don't want her hurt... even during a simple training match. His heart wanted to interfere out of concern for his beloved but his mind knew such a move would only incur her wrath. She'd just whack me in the head with that bokken of hers. And a wise man knows when to help... and when to avoid poking the bear... that he does.

Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, the rurouni pushed aside his desire to stop the sparring session and continued to watch for several more moments before a thought suddenly sprang in his head. Kaoru would be tired at the end of the training... and in need of some relaxation for her sore muscles... something that a nice hot bath would help to alleviate. A bright smile tugged at his lips and he quietly snuck out, heading for the enclosed space of the furo. The samurai set to his task, cleaning and refilling the water in the wooden soaking tub before stacking wood in the fire pit below. Once ablaze, the rurouni stoked the flames, going back to check to see how warm the water was before adding more wood.

The day was darkening, signaling night's eventual claim of the sky and the air grew cooler around Kenshin. He continued undeterred, heading back to his room where Kaoru now kept a few personal items, gently removing a folded white yukata and obi and he carried it back to the furo, laying them carefully on the shelf. He then opened the small box of incense on the opposite side, drawing out a stick to place in the burner. Reaching underneath his obi, Kenshin pulled out the small box of matches he'd used to start the fire for the tub, lighting the stick and waving his hand as the smoke began to rise, the scent of sandalwood filling the air. He then lit the various candles, bringing light to the darkness of the room. Pleased with his work, the rurouni went back outside, closing the door quietly behind him, humming softly to himself as he walked through the small courtyard, stopping halfway when he saw Kaoru approach. "Hello, koishii. How did your training with Yahiko go?"

"Fairly well, given the difficulty of what Yahiko has yet to master. He's a fast learner though... He nearly managed to time his block correctly on the overhead strike. And his parrying of slashes and thrusts continues to improve," Kaoru answered, trying hard to keep her features stoic, even as her body ached for rest. "But with less than three days before Enishi strikes... I don't know if it will be enough to keep him safe when the time comes to fight."

Kenshin's features were thoughtful as he replied, "I have no doubt Yahiko will be able to handle it, Kaoru... after all, he has an excellent teacher in you to guide him."

The praise brought a shy smile to the girl's lips and she studied him with soft eyes. "Kenshin... you flatter me..."

"It's not flattery if it's the truth, koishii..." Kenshin countered with the his own soft look before clearing his throat and whispering. "I know you must be tired from today... so I have prepared the furo for you."

She studied him in surprise, murmuring. "Kenshin... you didn't have to do that..."

"But I wanted to, Kaoru... I love you and want to help you in anyway I can. I know what it's like to train for hours on end. Your muscles bruised and your body battered. A hot bath will soothe the aches and take away the stress of the day. Why should I not prepare a bath for the one I love?"

He was a saint... he had to be... no normal man could be a selfless as Kenshin. And here I am, gawking at him like an idiot without thanking him properly. "Kenshin... thank you... I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kenshin tilted his head. "Hmm... most likely make Yahiko do all the work..."

She blinked at the serious tone in his voice but she saw the flash of amusement in the rurouni's expressive eyes and she laughed softly. "You're right, I would."

The samurai enjoyed her laugh. It always warmed his heart to see her smile and engage in gentle banter with him. "So you will take your bath then?"

"Absolutely." Kaoru replied with a nod.

Kenshin beamed at her answer, holding out his hand for her to take.

Kaoru looked at his hand in surprise but took it, blinking then laughing softly again when he gently led her forward. "Escorting me to the tub, Kenshin, really?"

"Why not?" The rurouni replied, feeling the warmth of her hand in his own. "Is it wrong for this one to want to spend time with you?"

"In the bath?"

He chuckled. "No, koishii... not unless... you wanted me to?" He turned to look at her, eyes twinkling in amusement. Since they began resting with each other, the pair had grown very close, becoming more comfortable in their kisses and touches, though they were still well behaved. And the rurouni reveled in letting down his guard around Kaoru, showing her a part of himself he reserved only for her and her alone. Gentle teasing was a part of that and Kenshin found the girl was just as silly at times as he was.

Kaoru, for her part, knew he was simply teasing her and she secretly enjoyed it. And the way he would hold her at night... the gentleness of his touch and his kisses... he was very patient... and very loving... They never engaged in anything naughty... but still... it was a type of intimacy she was growing very fond of and relished returning. And now it's my turn to do a little teasing of my own. "And if I did?"

The samurai's eyes widened at her answer as he stared at her with a shocked expression, stammering out. "O.. orooo?"

Kaoru couldn't help it... she laughed. "Kenshin... you should see your face..."

The rurouni pouted a bit at the laugh but then smiled, knowing she was teasing him. "I suppose I looked rather silly..."

"Yes... but I love how silly you can be... koibito..."

There was a gentleness in her tone that gave Kenshin pause and his heart reacted to the very personal term of endearment. "Kaoru... you are my koibito too... always and forever... even unto the ending of this world."

There was devotion and love in those simple words... words that made Kaoru's heart flutter and her body react and she felt a bit shy all over again. "Kenshin... when you talk like that... I want to kiss you... and hold you... and just... be with you... You know that, don't you?"

He glanced around quickly, making sure there were no eyes on them before reaching out to gently cup the side of her chin with his hand,his thumb gently caressing her lips as he whispered. "I know, koishii... I want the same things..."

Kaoru blushed at the attention but didn't shy away as the rurouni leaned to rest his forehead against hers, his hand shifting as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She slowly mimicked him, her arms twining around him as she leaned into his lean but solid form. I could stay like this forever and be happy. She thought with a soft sigh.

"Oi, Kaoru... if you're going to stand out there all night hugging Kenshin can I take a bath first?" Yahiko's voice intruded.

Kaoru growled, reluctantly withdrawing from the rurouni's arms as she turned and glared at her student. "Even if I did stand out here all night, I'd still make you wait for a bath, Yahiko..."

Yahiko made a face then mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that?" Kaoru demanded.

"I said, fine... I'll wait..." Yahiko replied moving to sit down on the engawa, arms crossed as he stared at the pair.

The mood broken, Kenshin cleared his throat, drawing Kaoru's attention back to him. "This one will go prepare dinner. You just enjoy your bath, Kaoru."

The girl watched her betrothed move past her and head towards the kitchen, missing the warmth of him as she turned and opened the door to the furo, closing it behind her. The pleasant aroma of incense permeated the air and Kaoru felt the stress and pain of her body already fading away. Her eyes adjusted to the flickering candlelight, falling on the folded yukata and a tender smile tugged at her lips. Kenshin's simple but heartfelt gestures made Kaoru's heart soar with joy. He had done all this for her. Not because she had asked him to but because he loved her unconditionally.

With all the stress and the trouble that was to come, Kenshin had tried to give her some normalcy... something to take her mind away from everything and simply relax and enjoy the time to herself. He was truly the most wonderful man she'd ever met and the only one she would ever love and her mind came to a decision. After dinner tonight they would talk and hopefully the rurouni would agree on what she had to say. With that, Kaoru undressed, going through the cleaning ritual before rinsing off then sliding into the tub, letting the hot water soothe her cares away and she closed her eyes, happy in this little moment of time.

Kenshin, meanwhile, made preparations for dinner, stirring the chopped ingredients into the stew pot, lifting his head at the sound of Sano and Megumi's voices when they entered the upper floor of the kitchen.

"I'm just saying it would be better if you didn't get involved." Sano said, eyeing the doctor with a serious look.

"Because I'm not a fighter is that it?" Megumi's shot back in agitation as she lay her medical kit down onto the floor. The day had been long enough traveling around town with Sano in tow, watching over her like a mother hen. But ever since the last appointment, the fighter had done nothing but try and convince her to stay out of the battle that was less than three days away. "And who do you think is going to patch you up, hmm?"

"It's not that... well... that's part of it..." Sano contradicted himself. "I just don't want you hurt is all."

"Because it's for my own good? Is that what you're trying to say."

"Well, yeah... I mean... you wouldn't have me doing surgery for you, right? Well, fighting is what I do best... so you should stay out of it and let Kenshin and I handle things."

Megumi glared at the brawler. "How very noble of you, Sanosuke..." She snarked.

Sano blinked, not catching the tone as he grinned. "You think so?"

"Of course not, you dolt!" She snapped. "I may not be able to fight but I'll be damned if I'll run and hide like some coward!"

The fighter frowned. "I didn't say you were a coward..."

Megumi threw up her hands in exasperation as he lifted her gaze upward. "Kami save me from this... this... moron!"

"Hey... I'm not stupid..." Sano growled, glaring at the doctor.

"You could have fooled me..."

Kenshin could see the tension growing between the pair and while it was amusing to listen to their verbal sparring, he wanted the evening to be quiet and tranquil. "Konbanwa, Megumi-dono and Sano..."

The pair froze, snapping their head to the side, both spying the rurouni who stood in the kitchen cooking and they backed away from each other, Megumi managing a greeting first.

"Konbanwa Ken-san... I'm sorry for that... just now... But Sano's seems to think I shouldn't be here when Enishi comes."

"And I think it'd be safer for her if she hides out until we beat Enishi," Sano said, shifting his gaze to glare at the lady doctor. "But she's so damn stubborn, she refuses to even listen me."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" Megumi shot back. "And why should I do what you say? It's not like we're married or anything. And even if we were I still wouldn't listen to you."

Sano snorted. "Married... who said anything about marriage? It's just a damn fight, fox lady. Nothing to get so worked up about."

"Follow your own advice then and leave me alone." The doctor replied sharply.

"Megumi-dono... Sano... please... there is no need to argue over this..." Kenshin intervened. "Sano is just worried about you, Megumi-dono. He doesn't want to see you hurt..." The rurouni addressed the doctor first, his attention then shifting over to Sano. "Sano... Megumi-dono is right to want to stay... It is better to be together than separated... Enishi wants to hurt all of us... sending her away will only put her in more danger."

The fighter drew in a breath then let it out slowly. "You're right, Kenshin... It's just..."

"Don't tell me... tell Megumi-dono." The samurai interjected softly as he motioned to the doctor.

Sano frowned but turned to Megumi. "Look... I'm worried about you, okay? If something happened to you... I'd be really pissed off... and I.. I don't know what I'd do... If I... If I lost you..."

The lady doctor listened, looking up at the brawler's contrite features and her voice softened a bit. "That's why I want to stay... because I'm worried about you, too... I don't want you to... die..."

Sano kept his focus on Megumi's face, searching for something to indicate she was lying only to find her words and her eyes sincere and his body posture relaxed. Unused to this side of the woman he cared about most, he relented. "Well, okay then... but if the fighting gets too rough... you may have to run for it... and take the others with you..."

"I think you guys can beat them... so there won't be any running away... I can promise you that..."

Shouting match averted, Kenshin smiled and continued his task to finish dinner. After Kaoru's entrance and the joining of a now clean Yahiko in the upper level of the kitchen, the group settled down to eat. They talked in soft tones, relaxing and enjoying each other's company until the meal was completed and it was time for bed. Now in his room, Kenshin changed into a dark blue yukata, turning at the sound of the shoiji door sliding open and his gaze fell on Kaoru who entered the room and slid the door behind her.

Kaoru gave him a soft smile which he returned and the rurouni watched her go over and pull her futon out of storage, unfolding it onto the ground then repeat the process with his own. He helped her by grabbing the small rolled pillows and the blankets, unfolding then spreading them over the combined futons. He waited for Kaoru to settle in first before joining her. The redhead felt the girl scoot towards him and he smiled softly, draping an arm over her when the girl snuggled against him. It felt right, holding her like this, and he whispered tenderly. "Are you comfortable, Kaoru?"

"Hai..." Kaoru whispered, lifting her gaze to study his face. "I like it when I'm close to you, Kenshin... I feel... warm... loved... safe..."

The rurouni flashed her a tender look as he met her gaze. "You are certainly loved by me, koishii... I enjoy being close to you as well."

Kaoru blushed a bit at the love she could see in his eyes but managed to find her voice though it was rather tentative. "Kenshin... there's something... something I want to talk to you about..."

"What is it, Kaoru? Are you feeling unwell or..." He blinked when the girl lifted her hand to press her fingers gently against his lips and the redhead grew silent.

Kaoru slowly removed her hand back to her side as she spoke. "Please let me say this, Kenshin. I wanted you to know that I really appreciate everything you have done for me... especially today... you made my heart... happy... you made me happy..." She paused, feeling the intensity of his gaze and she continued in a shy tone. "That you love me as you do, makes me love you all the more... that's why... when this is all over... when we defeat Enishi... I want us to formally marry..."

A rush of emotion seized Kenshin's features, his heart hammering in his chest as he whispered, "Kaoru... are you sure you want to do that? I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you're not ready for..."

"I know that, Kenshin..." Kaoru countered, reaching out to touch his face. "But I want to do this... I am ready to be your wife and for you to be my husband..."

He felt her trembling hands caressing his face, knowing she was nervous but determined, her voice so soft that the rurouni had to strain his ears to hear her as she continued,

"I want to be able to rest with you like this... to kiss and hold you forever... but if you... if you don't want to marry right now... if you're not ready... then I will understand..."

Kenshin mimicked her touch, wanting to reassure her as he whispered reverently. "Kaoru... I want you as my wife... I want to be your husband... that has been my intention all along. We are already betrothed... the next step is formal marriage. If you are ready for that then so too, am I."

Kaoru eyelids fluttered at the attention to her skin, the tenor of his voice and the devotion in his words making her go weak. "Kenshin..."

She was so beautiful like this... and vulnerable... he didn't want to frighten her with the intensity of his feelings for her. But I love her... I love her with all that I am... and all I'll ever be... He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. "Kaoru..." He murmured as he leaned in to kiss her.

She felt his lips against her own, the kiss gentle in pressure and she returned it shyly, reacting instinctively to the attention when the redhead suddenly deepened it, her arm draping around his side as she pressed into him.

Kenshin stifled a groan when the girl snuggled right against him, breaking off the kiss to bury his face in the side of her neck. "Koishii..." He panted against her skin. "We... we better stop... or..."

"I know..." Kaoru whispered breathlessly, stroking his back, not quite willing to let him go just yet. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

He chuckled softly, drawing back to look at her. "Love... you didn't do anything wrong... I kissed you first..."

She looked over to him, smiling a bit. "True... but I enjoyed it... probably too much..."

He returned her smile, nuzzling his nose against hers then settled his head on his pillow. "As did I, sweet... but we should rest now."

The tension eased between them and the pair held on to each other, finding comfort and rest despite the uncertainty of tomorrow and the fight that was yet to come.

Day of Jinchuu- Yokohama

"So it's completed then?"

"Hai... the project is set to go when you are," Gein answered, studying Enishi with curious eyes. "So this plan of yours, are you ready to go through with it?"

The white haired man smirked. "Battosai knows that today is the day we strike. However, he knows not the the time nor the method of our arrival at the dojo. I want him to suffer a little more anxiety before I rip his heart out and stomp on it."

"So it will be a night raid then?"

"Exactly," Enishi replied, his gaze focused on the nearby window. The sky was dark and gloomy and his smirk widened. "It seems even the weather will be cooperating with us today," He heard footsteps approach and he turned, his amused gaze falling on the rest of his comrades as they entered the room. "Good, you all seem ready to go," His features became more animated as he addressed the men. "In a few hours we will head into Tokyo to exact our revenge. Remember the rules I laid out. You may maim or kill as many of Himura's friends as you wish... and if you can get to Battosai before I do, more power to you. But Kaoru Kamiya is not to be killed, is that understood?"

"Hai..." The group replied in various tones of annoyance.

"Excellent. Now then..." Enishi paused, grabbing the elongated brown bag and tossing it over his shoulder as he flashed them a manic grin that promised pain and death. "Let's prepare for war shall we?"

Whew. A longer chapter for this story than I wanted it to be, but we are at the cusp of Jinchuu now. The next chapter will be most likely nothing but action and more action as the forces of Enishi and Kenshin collide. If you liked this story, please be kind and review. It always helps the author to know people enjoy the story.