Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Night Poison ❯ Chapter 1

A/N this is interesting, I'm still getting used to this way of posting stories so bare with me.

Disclaimer:I don't own none of these characters, well not Aoshi and Misao anyway *sigh*

Night Poison

 

She was waiting for her lover. He had been on a mission all day with Shiro and was due to return home soon. The petite ninja turned towards the window and walked out to the balcony open to the woods. A small breeze had risen and in the warm air it made the night perfect.

 

Misao frowned. Aoshi's mission involved an organization almost entirely dependent on their skills with poisons. Not to be taken lightly. She knew that Okina and Aoshi though it odd of her to send Shiro as back-up but she wasn't fond of the reports of the previous actions of the group. Somehow, days after an attack, the attackers would show up confused and disoriented, some disappeared and never showed up at all. Those who were “recovered” seemed traumatized by the retaliation of the group.

 

It had only been a year since circumstances had forced the Oniwanbanshu back into business and for some reason Aoshi had decided Misao was a better Okishira. She had refused the position at first but after talking she relented. They had talked for nearly four hours that night. Many revelations had come to light, and many souls mended.

 

Suddenly Misao heard a snap and felt a prick on her arm. She fell to the ground, weakened by the dart imbedded in her arm.

 

A woman landed gracefully on the balcony. Quickly, she approached the now still Misao and felt the pulse. Sighing she said, “You can no longer move, it will take a little while before you are completely unconscious. Don't worry I don't blame you, he came, he will be punished.”

 

Misao struggled to clear her head of the block against movement that this woman's poison had been put in it, but she couldn't do more than blink and flex her muscles. This had to be the retaliation many had spoke of.

 

The woman picked her, quite a feat as they were approximately the same size. In fact, in the dark they could be mistaken for twins, their build and hair were identical. They went into her room where her hands were bound together. She was just conscious enough to flex her muscles for a looser knot before tumbling back into darkness.

 

 

Next she woke, she was in her closet. Her body still refused to do more than small moves, but from memory and position she figured she was tied, hands to the ceiling and feet individually to the floor. She began taking stock of her room beyond the door. It was a slitted door so she could see the entire room with some ease.

 

She froze as the door opened and he came in. Immediately, her attacker came out of the corner just beyond her sight to stand behind him. She supported him as he swayed slightly. He's been poisoned! Misao's pulse jumped with that realization. Aoshi didn't seem aware enough to realize that the small woman next to him was not Misao, and in the dark he would have even more trouble. The imposter put out the light and put a worried hand on his arm.

 

“It's all right love; I am only disoriented with sleep and time it will pass. I have to report tomorrow and I need to sleep.” Misao's heart nearly broke at the weary tone in his voice. She remembered her earlier thought in the dark they could be mistaken for twins. The imposter didn't show any reaction to this statement though. Misao knew he wanted only a presence tonight, no intimacy past that.

 

No sooner did he have his yukata on than the imposter pushed him to the futon. Once there he tried to pull her into a comfortable position for sleeping but she had other things in mind.

 

Aoshi was confused. Misao wouldn't lie still; in fact she seemed to be trying to arouse him. Her attempts were odd though. While they were the normal come-ons from other ladies, his Misao didn't do this, and he was pretty sure he preferred the normal Misao, “Misao? Please love I need sleep tonight.” Usually his original hint was enough to tell her this, but tonight she must have been extra worried. He did wish he could shake this persistent fog that clouded his brain though. It did not help that Misao was lying on his chest though.

 

Misao gritted her teeth as the imposter began to seduce him. She wasn't sure if he enjoyed it, but he wasn't going to be happy when he realizes that it wasn't her over there. She watched as that woman ran her finger tips sensually down his chest. When he stopped her, she removed her hands, reaching to the edge of the futon. Misao saw what Aoshi could not, the imposter had some rope.

 

This gave Misao new energy. Just before she shouted out through her gag she realized that that would not be a good idea. She was still bound and Aoshi was under the witch and drugged, not good. She had to do this stealthily.

 

She looked up at her bonds and then to her feet. Her hands were tied together then tied to the ceiling. Her feet were through a lope of rope, tied to a chain then again tied to rope at the floor, it truly was an odd idea but tonight it would be to her advantage. Just as she was about to try escape she heard, “What are you doing?!?”

 

Aoshi was getting very confused. The woman above was not Misao. He figured that after she grabbed some hidden rope and bound his hands above his head and to the floor. Just as he protested and was about to try for freedom a cold knife touched his neck. This person had a kunai to his throat and was drawing a droplet of blood.

 

“Hush Shinomori. No noises now. I'm in control”

 

“Where is Misao?” His voice was hard but his heart was clenched in fear. The fog in his mind would not lift but he remembered that Misao and he were to be the only ones at the Aoiya tonight as the others were either on missions or reporting in to Okina a mile out of town. Misao had been alone when this person had arrived, If you're hurt Misao…

 

She just pushed the kunai sharper against his throat in an attempt to shush him, but he wasn't going to stay still without an answer.

 

“She'll join us once she regains consciousness in several minutes. Now one more word and she awakes to a very dead lover.”

 

Misao had been listening and halfway through she decided now would be great time to get free. Thankfully, she had been able to flex her muscles enough that her arms were not tied tightly. She wriggled one free, making sure to hold on to the rope to keep the chain on her feet from chinking. Reaching into her uniform she grabbed a kunai of her own and bent over to look at the floor connections. Tossing the kunai she cut the connection to the floor. Now the chain swung freely from her foot. She lifted up her foot, grabbed the chain and held it as she dropped down, keeping the other chain tight. Then her attention was drawn back to the room.

 

Aoshi was trying to figure a decent strategy when this woman restarted her irritating attempt to seduce him, now more so because he daren't protest. Then her hand wandered past his stomach and she grasped him.

 

The rush of sensations startled him to move against the kunai slightly causing a deeper cut in him neck. A sick feeling welled inside him as nauseating pleasure spread from his midsection. She alternated between stroking his erection and fondling his sac. Against his control his body arched into her as he held back a moan. Then she began licking his chest. He tried to roll away as her tongue came in contact with his right nipple. She pressed the kunai more sharply against his neck and at a better angle. He really couldn't move now. His mind, now beginning to clear of the previous fog, was clouded in pain, Misao, I'm sorry. I can't stop her. Misao… His eyes closed so he wouldn't watch this betrayal.

 

Misao, seeing this had quickly cut the final rope and charged out of the closet. She is so DEAD! She leaped on the imposter, flinging them both off of Aoshi and across the room.

 

After his tormenter had been pushed off of him Aoshi opened his eyes. Turning his head he tried to look at the two, but the newcomer was too far in the shadows and his mind too clouded. Rolling he got to his knees, facing the fight with his hands still tied in front of him. Without a knife of some sort he couldn't currently regain freedom.

 

The battle raged a little, neither fighter seemed the type to talk, and he had yet to hear the new fighters' voice. Shifting so if one attacked him he had some defense he continued to watch them. His shifting apparently grabbed their attention and as one attacker turned the other knocked her out with a well-placed kick.

 

All Aoshi could see of this person was her gender and general size which wasn't helpful because they were the same size. She began to move toward him, kunai still in hand. He tensed; she halted, seemingly torn then she turned and reached to the desk. She opened the drawer where Misao kept her Ninja gear. Aoshi sat up on his knees ready to fight, but she only pulled out the matches. Using them she lit the candle in the room. As soon as the light hit her face, Aoshi knew her, “Misao!?!”

 

At his half anguished cry, Misao rushed over to him. She had realized when he tensed that he couldn't see her or recognize her. Once she heard her name from his lips she allowed herself to go to him.

 

She quickly freed him. As soon as his bonds were cut his arms went around her, holding her tight to him. Misao just relaxed against him. Then Misao went and bound the stranger and locked her in the cellar. When she returned he again scooped her into his arms.

 

They sat there, holding each other, stroking hair, touching skin, just reassuring each other that neither was harmed, and both were real.

 

“I'm so sorry Aoshi. She took me surprise and you had to pay for it. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…” She trailed away, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

 

Aoshi lifted her chin, wiping away her tears with his hand, “No Misao. I'm sorry. I should have realized she wasn't you. How could I not recognize the most important person in my life? I am so sorry. I just... I should've-” He stopped when Misao put her hand on his mouth. She cuddled into him.

 

“Let's just sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow don't you?”

 

She pulled him down to the futon and curled in front of him. He looked at her, I really don't deserve her. He wrapped her close trying to use her comforting presence to banish the sick feeling left from the night's experience. Her pure spirit was enough to save him. She hadn't even thought of herself, simply focusing on his needs. The need for her, here, beside him, now. He pulled her closer. Thank you Misao. Someday I'll make it up to you. I swear it.

 

A/N this actually turned out better than I thought it would. Originally it was a dream of Aoshi being molested in front of Misao but it turned out OK. Please tell me what you think.

 

Hi guys, um, I fixed it. I realized that I left the villain just lying there in the room when they went to sleep sooooo. ^_^

Ja Ne