Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ PLAYING WITH THE DEVIL ❯ PLAYING WITH THE DEVIL ( Chapter 2 )

Playing with the Devil

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Chapter 2- Everything I've known

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“You're home Kenshin-onii-chan!” Misao said sisterly at the red-headed man.

“Hmm! Yeah! Misao, did you cook anything?” Kenshin asked tiredly. His eyes showing a certain sign that he hadn't eaten lately.

“Well duh--no! You should know better than to ask me that!” Misao reckoned

“Well hey, I just asked, no need to go all Mariah on me!” Kenshin raised his hands in defeat.

“Listen you chilly shrimp you better start listening to me or else I'll role you up and FedEx you to Mexico where you become an arepa.” Misao shouted

“Blah blah blah! Where is Yumi?” he asked almost bored and tiredly.

“She's with Shishio and I don't know where that is. Himura, are you trying to find a shortcut?” Misao yelled following him to the kitchen

`My dearest bimbo Misao, don't you ever SHUT THAT YAP OF YOURS?' Kenshin nearly screamed as he poured the juice shakily from all the anger she was bestowing onto him. `The lil termagant, no wonder she couldn't find a man, oh well who am I to say really?'

“Himura are you listening to me?” Misao asked angrily.

“MISAO! SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP SHEEZE!” Kenshin shouted while the room became cold from his sudden outburst. Misao was somewhat very startled at his sudden behavior. Her timidity was dissolve into a condense form where fear kicked in like a drug mentally storming in her veins.

She could not speak and so could he. He would not apologize for his uproar. Pissed off at the bitch she was being he walked off. He was the most feared man. And yet look at the way some people treated him? He shook his head in disbelief. 

Kenshin went his separate way whereas Misao did likewise. Kenshin opened his dorm to find Yumi and Shishio making out. He scowled. The fact that they were only human and doing what he never did was completely acknowledgeable, but the fact that they did or was it they were doing right as he watched, making love on his--I repeat his bed, drove him up a wall.

“What the f--- do you two think you're doing f---ing on my bed you assholes?” Kenshin fumed while he unsheathed his sword to kill them swift and quick.

Yumi screamed and wrapped herself up with the sheets while Shishio was suddenly being kicked off the bed from Yumi's unjust behavior.

Kenshin couldn't believe it. This bullshit just had to stop. Everyone was playing with his freaking luck. Eventually he would be forced to kill all of them for their pissing behavior, first it was Misao and now it was Yumi and Shishio making out, not in anyone else's bed but more preferably his. 

“Get out you assholes!” Kenshin shouted as Shishio got up…

“Oh come Kenshin, we were just having some fun!” Shishio tried the few tricks he had up his sleeve.

“Get your freggin' ass out of this room and take her with you!” Kenshin cursed completely pissed

“Come one Kenshin! I know you're pissed, but hey, it's me--your friend” Shishio was speaking when Kenshin stamp his feet in sear anger.

This wasn't good. Shishio took up his clothes, while Yumi jumped out of bed taking the sheet while scooping her bra and panties with her leave.

Kenshin eyed them very sickeningly. That was it. This place was just too diabolical. His honour was higher than this. He was a boy full of honour and responsibility. Although he wore the sword to his heart, he embraced honour and responsibility to the heart. But his dignity was almost like a phantom in the wind as he allowed the idle games of sibling relationship to thrive and love games to flourish. He was not so weak. He was stronger than this and damn this entire fo-king world for taking it away from him. The knowledge they dealt with was just a silhouette of things. They never really saw him swerved his sword and cut flesh so the silvery scent of blood could drop and pool in puddles and lines. They didn't see it. Part of him was happy while the next side felt completely disgraced and angered.

He clenched his hand in a tight fist until it bleed. He would not stand for this no longer. He would kill and forget, as he had done to everyone including all that was once good to him. He would no longer keep at this immune feeling of care and kindness. He could care less now, of who lived and died…

He was free again.

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Name: Jason Watashi

Age: 25

Occupation: Microsoft board idealist

Dwells: Tokyo

Schools: Tokyo High, Tokyo College, Tokyo University

Excels: Art.

Hobbies: Chemistry, making smoke bombs

Optional: Works with foreign companies in Microsoft Ltd.

Synopsis: He is a brown hair guy with green eyes and a gash over the right eye. He wears a green oval shape wire shades and likes a dark business outfit with an Emerald ring on his right hand on his index finger. No women. No bad drinking, abusing or drugs acts.

 

Kenshin flipped the rest of the pages still trying not to inhale the upsetting scent of arousal in the room, which was stained to the mattress. His nose hated the scent. Although Kenshin was a murderer, he felt he wanted something to make him satisfied. He wasn't sure if it was love until he tried out a very good stripper, by the name of Tomoe. She was the “perfect cup of tea”. In a way Kenshin fell for her mystery and her pacifying burgundy eyes. It held Kenshin quiet, but it was only a shadow of what she truly was. Beyond her false covering, was a burning queen who lusted on dark dreams and idle thoughts men often found themselves engaging in the day about. Yet, Kenshin didn't want a woman like this. She was too willing to everything he said. She was just so easy to control and unfortunately this lifetime didn't hold him to the fact to be immune to gentle women. That only meant one thing when women were willing to be too nice with you, they were sluts, playing you and going with another guy. Kenshin couldn't handle the bad relationship, and in a way what relationship was there ever between a murderer and a stripper? In time he ended what he thought was only right, Tomoe however grieved for the loss of her special champion, but to Kenshin it was not meant to be, like so many things to another.

--YOU SHOULD KNOW NOTES: Tomoe is cool, so if you read the original Playing with the devil, you would have seen how badly I described her. But I don't feel like that anymore, so I changed it up just a bit. I have nothing against Tomoe, Tomoe fans, she's cool, so please don't take what I said of Tomoe the wrong way. Go on reading now…

If a woman was something he needed, which he thought he needed, then he would choose. Choose fiery, witty, wild, and not willing at his every word and contact.

Yawning, he felt his eyes grow watery so tiredly he closed the folder. But before the action of sleep could take place the scent of black sex grew again. Kenshin unsheathed his katana and cut the mattress down in quarters. Taking piece by piece he flung it out his window. When he looked down, he saw the musty look at it from it.  

How could he not hate this world. All that was packed in it was liars and filth. But what was he? What was his place in the world? What about the children who never saw blood or spoke an ill word or thought a demonic thought?? Were they angels?

Yes they were--so pure and clean---ever so clean. He was thankful our world still had hope, but soon it dissipated into a wash of negativity as he thought it was these same men who became gullible and were susceptible to the disease of the cold natures of other men and the demand of life.

 

But still what was he? He shed blood, cursed like hell and thought demonically--but still he could not put a logo on what he was!

`Red, mean and evil---you're a devil boy!' Kenshin's conscience spoke freely.

Kenshin was shock. A devil? Maybe it was too cold, but then an evil grin broke Kenshin's lips. He liked it. He would be better off this way…

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Kaoru sipped her tea while Shougo pounded on the door. Kaoru closed her eyes taking in her victory, she loved the fresh scent of being triumphant. Oh yeah!

Maybe a little too much

 `Goal for Kaoru, none for Shougo.'

“Kaoru open up this door this instant!” Shougo shouted

“What? What was that you said?” she asked as if she couldn't hear him

“You little bitch, you open this door right this moment!” he shouted

“Th-yeah right! I think I'll leave you in!” she said while adding some cream to her tea.

“Kaoru if you don't open this door this moment I'm gonna break it down!” he shouted

 

*Ding dong*

 

Kaoru stopped her stirring and opens the door. `Mr. Kata the old couth! What is he doing here?'

“Hello Mr. Kata! What brings you here?” she asked while a loud slam was heard as Shougo banged open the door looking very tired.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked as he saw Shougo in his boxers

“No! Of course not!” Kaoru intervened, “please, sit! Let us sit, right…darling?” she asked her husband who grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

She knew the chain was a link of cuss words and couldn't help but giggle when he eyed her down aggressively implying, : `if you lock this door its you and me woman' and slowly with some idle peeking from beside the door, he closed the door…

 

“Miss Kamiya, I have some horrible news my dear!” Mr. Kata spoke

“What is it?” she asked quite alarmed

“Its about your father!” he spoke

“My father?” she asked in panic as a gut feeling filled her nerves.

`What about my father?'

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An: how was it? Good or bad? Do note this chapter was longer. I am working a lot on this story because I love Battousai and Kaoru, even more than Kenshin and Kaoru. I love the Enishi and Kaoru pairing because they are so cute. Also Tomoe fans, I apologize a hundred fold for my words on Tomoe. She is a very respectable woman and the fact I somewhat degraded doesn't make me come short in apologizing, so again, I am very sorry and please don't take it as an offence. Well hoped you guys liked it. Thanks for reading.

 

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