Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Stormy Skies ❯ Stormy Skies 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Stormy Skies

Author: Jade

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: OMC/Gentatsu, Shigure/Gentatsu, and probably others,I haven't decided yet.

Warnings: Extreme violence, m/m sex, AAAANGST

A/N : I was whining on one of the RK forums that there's no Shigeru/Gentatsu fic on the Net and one of the other members told me to stop complaining and write one myself.So here's my baby.Be gentle, I write very rarely.

Also, while in that fic there IS an OFC as a main character she's not a Mary Sue.The main reason for this is the fact she doesn't fall for any of the guys and she has flaws. K?

Part 1

Walking... Waiting...Alone without a care

Hoping... hating... things I cannot bear

Do you think it's cool to walk right up

And take my life and fuck it up?

Well, did you?

"Slept so Long" by Orgy

It was a quiet and clear night.The full moon was turning silver the leaves of the bamboo trees in the warm and fragnant summer air.But despite it's beauty, the night was way too quiet.There was no wind, no animal sounds - everything was completely quiet and unnaturally still in the bamboo forest that surrounded the charred ruins of the Aizu castle.

Then, suddenly a distant clapping of hooves could be heard. Horses running madly to somewhere.The forest itself was opening its green arms to let the intruders in itself.Because it was afraid.What was in the carriage pulled by those horses was a creature that nature itself had shunned, a curse against all living things.

Finally, the carriage reached the place where the creature wanted to go and stopped.The door opened and a tall man got out.Black velvet robe covered his entire body but the hood was not raised and his features could be seen fully in the moonlight.One could probably say that he was a handsome man, even a beautiful one.But one could also say that the gleaming blade of the katana is also beautiful when it takes life, yielded by a master swordsman; or that the avalanche is beautiful when falling down the mountain slopes in all its white glory, wiping out everything at it's path.Yes, one could say that.

He had painfully white skin that was practically gleaming silver and translucent in the moonlight, chiseled features and dark eyes.What set him even more apart from the other people was his snowy white hair that contrasted with his youthful appearance.

The man gracefully took a few steps forward and looked at the grave at his feet.H ere, in the forest there was a lonely grave.A grave of a man that had been slain years ago, a man who had followed a path of violence and yet, a man who had principles and a noble soul.The perfect choice for the robed stranger's plan.

He crouched at the gravestone and gently wiped the dust from the name on it.A cold and cruel smile graced the bloodless lips.

"Takatsuki Gentatsu"

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Shigure tried desperately to swallow his scream of pain as the whip bit the flesh of his back again and again.But kami, it hurt so much.He could feel his blood slowly going down and dripping on the dirty ground of the Miyamoto's mansion, seeping from the wounds on his back.But even as the hits become more and more vicious he did not try to struggle, he did not fight neither the bonds that held him in place in his bent position nor the fiery agony he felt in his back.

It wouldn't be right to say that he liked the pain.He didn't.But he wanted it.More than anything.The pain delivered by the harsh hits of the whip or the even harsher thrusts of his master in his body after the beating was over were his penance.He deserved it.He deserved every hit, every thrust, he would always deserve them.They were his righteous punishment for his failiures.For letting Gentatsu die.For betraying his beliefs.For leading all those boys to bloody and meaningless end.For failing to protect Toki, the only thing he had left from Gentatsu/

'I should have died then...It should have been me' Shigeru thought as he was slowly loosing consciousness.

"Enough!"

Miyamoto Hiroyuki did not like when his pet was not conscious enough to feel HIM.

The man, who was in his mid-forties but still well-built and without a single white hair, looked at his slave.

How much he enjoyed seeing him like this - at his feet, golden skin covered in crimson blood, writhing in agony, those brilliant green eyes closed as he struggled not to scream.But no matter how much his servants beat him, no matter how much HE fucked him mercilessly into the ground, the slave would never scream.Ever.For the two years he had owned this gorgeous creature not once he had uttered a single sound.

The government official who had brought the bound man with him had said that he was a present from the Meiji Government to be broken and never set free again.

That suited Miyamoto just fine.He did not know who this man was, he had no idea what he had done to get such treatment but he didn't care.

The only thing that interested him was to make his new pet scream, to make him give him pleasure.

Yes, that was the only thing that interested Miyamoto Hiroyuki about his slave.

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