Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Stormy Skies ❯ Stormy Skies 3 ( Chapter 4 )

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

Last night I watched that goddamn movie for the 10th time and I cried only when Shigure died at the end.I'm quite proud with myself. When I saw it for the first time I bawled my eyes out and continued to bawl everytime I watched. I don't know whose fate is sadder - Shigure's, Gentatsu's, Toki's or Kenshin's.

I know that I'm paying too much attention to Iante, but please bear with me.She's essential to the story.

Erm, I'm cutting the crap and I'm getting down to business.

This is the next part.

Part 3

The little guy whose name turned out to be Himura Kenshin brought her to a place called Kamya Dojo.Indeed, it was quite large - big house and a big yard, both well cleaned and tidy-looking.It would probably have been a very serene place if it wasn't the sudden woman's yell:

"OI, KENSHIN!!! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!"

"Oro..."

A small yellow-dressed tigress, no woman, sprang from the house holding a threatening looking broom.

'Hn, here's one PMSing girl.' Iante thought.

But, seeing the stranger with her rurouni, Kamiya Kaoru stopped stopped in her tracks and turned questioning eyes to Kenshin, who smiled placatingly and said:

"Hello, Kaoru-dono." then he pointed Iante " This is Miss Iante Damodred, I met her in town and as she was looking for a place to stay so I invited her to stay with us for a few days."

Iante hurried to add:

"I'll pay, of course.I do not wish to impose."

Kaoru looked the strange woman - at least a head taller than Kenshin, pale-skinned, quite pretty, with black hair tinted red in the sun and steel-grey eyes.She was dressed in almost indecently tight pants, white shirt and dark blue vest. In her hands she was carrying a single bag.

" Oh, no, Miss, you're guest here, you shouldn't think about paying."

Iante squared her shoulders.

" I insist.I will not feel comfortable if I know that I am a free-loader.Please."

Kaoru had nothing to say to that so just sighed and smiled:

"Well, if you insist, then by all means, please come inside...Can you cook?"

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As Iante later found out, the little 'family' that lived in the Dojo consisted of the owner - Kamiya Kaoru, Kenshin, who had been a rurouni but now lived with Kaoru (at that point Iante wondered exactly what the relationship between these two was) and a boy called Miyojin Yahiko.

The dinner turned out to be quite fun, with Kaoru and Yahiko arguing constantly and Kenshin trying to placate them only have his head bitten off by Kaoru. The girl really was a little racoon.

Iante had cooked the dinner meal, for as it turned out, Kaoru couldn't cook to save her life and Iante definitely did not want to be poisoned on her first night in Japan. They had been a bit puzzled over the foreign meal, but, after all, Iante was a good cook and so there weren't many complains.

By looking that slightly dysfunctional family Iante felt a pang in her heart.This had been taken away from her by the very man she pursued now.

Tomorrow she had to start looking for clues.

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Holding the book of Necromicon in his hands the man was standning at the bottom of the bed on which lay Gentatsu's body.

Once again he looked over to the corpse.Finally.After so many efforts, so many difficulties and problems he was near achieving his goal.After he brought back the soul of this man from the world of the dead all he was going to need was a worrior girl with magical abilities.

He opened the book and looked inside, his eyes raking over the ancient inscriptions which were said to be written in human blood.The graceful fingers lovingly traced the text and he finally started chanting:

"Kryv pri kryvta, pepel pri pepelta, prah pri prahta.Vyrni se pri men, Takastuki Gentatsu.Napusni sveta na senkite i se vyrni tzarstvoto na jivite.Prizovavam te!Prizovavam te!Prizivavam te!PRIZOVAVAM TE!!!!!!!!"

Blinding, liquid green light filled the room.The screams of thousands tortured souls echoed in the small space, resonating in the stone walls.A black core of darkness appeared in the light and slowly began to take the shape of a human male.

Watching that horrific scene the man laughed, he was practically screeching with laughter.He had made it.He had finally made it.

The black shadow slowly descended over the body of Takatsuki Gentatsu, breathing life in the dead limbs.

As suddenly as the voices and the light appeared they vanished.All that was left was a bed and two men, both of them alive.

The man who was Takatsuki Gentatsu slowly raised from the bed and looked with glowing blue eyes the one who had resurrected him .The sensuous lips opened in a sly smile to uncover long and sharp fangs.

" I'm thirsty " he said in melodic and velvet voice.

" I know " answered the man.

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Somewhere far away Iante suddenly woke in her futon.Something horrible had been done tonight.

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Takimi Shigure did not like to dream, because he almost always had nightmares.But, from time to time, he was graced with pleasant dreams.At least, any dream in wich Gentatsu was present and in which he WASN'T killed was a good dream.

Tonight's dream was a bit odd though.It started as any other dream about Gentatsu.They were still in that bamboo forest surrounding the house that Gentatsu and his men had attacked that fateful night, the moon was full and shining brightly.

Shigure raced in the yard with a scream pulling out his sword from the sheath and looking madly around only to see slain men on the blooded ground. Then he saw the gleam of yielded swords in the forest.He knew what he was going to find when he reached his friend but he anyway ran to that direction hoping desperately to reach him in time just this once.

To his shock, he actually did.

Gentatsu was standing there, silken hair down, the body of the Battosai lying at his feet. There was blood on him, on his clothes, on his face, on his sword.He looked absolutely beautiful.The silver moonlight made the scene eery, unreal, ethereal.

With a small smile Gentatsu raised his hand and gently caressed the cheeck of his friend, who in turn leaned desperately in the touch of those graceful fingers.

"My poor Shigure.What have they done to you?"

Shigure could feel tears slowly running down his cheecks.

" I love you "

" I know.I always knew. "

Gentatsu leaned loving kissed Shigure's lips, who pliantly opened his mouth and let the tounge of his friend inside.Strong hands encircled him and drew him in a heated embrace.Gentatsu slowly stopped the kiss only to lean to lick his neck gently.Shigure sighed, cradled the silken head and bared his throat for a better access.The hands on his hips grabbed his bottom and ground his pelvis against Gentatsu's crotch.Heated hardness grinded against heated hardness. The mouth on his neck was licking and sucking and Shigure moaned in pleasure.I had wished for this for so long.

" What are you ready to do for me, Shigure?"

" Everything.I'll do everything for you!" he exclaimed.

" Will you give yourself to me?Mind, body and soul?"

" Yes, oh yes! "

Gentatsu gently let him go and smiled.

" Soon"

TBC....

Erm, yeah, I vampired Gentatsu. I couldn't just bring him back from the dead without any consequences, now could I? Besides, I just loooooooooove vampires.They are the most sensual creatures I can imagine.Think Vampire Chronicles. *grumbles some very unpleasant things about fanfictions-banning Anne Rice*

Anyway, vampires rock, Gentatsu rocks, and a combination between the two is just too delicious to not to be used.