Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Summoning Battousai ❯ Battousai!!! ( Chapter 2 )

***SUMMONING BATTOUSAI***

 

 

By MARSTANUKI

 

 

 

Standard Disclaimers Apply

 

 

 

 

WARNING: Major OOCness

 

 

 

(Un-Edited Version)

 

 

 

 

***SUMMONING BATTOUSAI***

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1:

 

 

 

 

"You'll like him, Kaoru,” Misao whispered excitedly.

 

Kaoru cocked an eyebrow.

 

The green-eyed girl gave a jump of excitement. “He is the most delicious man that ever existed.”

 

“Who? Ronald McDonald or Kenny Rogers?” Kaoru asked curiously.

 

Misao gave her best friend a scalding glare. “No! Battousai.”

 

Kaoru frowned at her. “Who is this Battousai? Your new conquest?” she teased.

 

Misao shook her head in frustration. “No. Battousai is a love-slave who is completely controlled by, and devoted to, whoever summons him.”

 

Kaoru eyed her best friend seriously. "You are not toying with my mind, are you, Misao?" she asked sternly. "Just like you did poor Megumi. You told her, that opium-dealing ex-boyfriend of hers got out of jail and is now after her. The poor woman had a nervous breakdown, and is now seeking psychiatric help." She shook her head disapprovingly at her friend.

 

 

"Hmph! Kaoru, that woman's insane since birth," she said scowling. "Besides, she's too old for my brother, Sano. I'm just doing him a big favor. Now, he's happy with Sayo."

 

 

"Still-"

 

 

"Tut, tut. Don't you worry your pretty little head about her." Her face became gravely earnest. “Now, about Battousai—”

 

Kaoru laughed out loud. She knew it was rude. But she couldn't help it. How in the world could someone believe in something so ludicrous? Sometimes her best friend is a complete whacko.

 

“Don't laugh. I'm serious.

 

"I know you are, that's what makes this so funny." Clearing her throat, Kaoru sobered. "He is just a legend, Misao. A silly old wives tale, told by someone who still believes in fairy tales."

 

 

"That's not true," Misao protested. "It was said that Battousai was cursed by the goddess of love, Benten. His beauty was so great, all the girls who saw him longed to be his, but he would have none of them. The goddess herself, fell-in-love with him and showered him with gifts. What men care for most was set before him. But Battousai was a scorner of love. All he cared about was bloodshed and he loved only himself. The goddess, then, condemned him to spend an eternity trapped into oblivion until true love comes along."

 

Kaoru was obviously intrigued. "Go on."

 

Misao smiled and whispered conspiratorially. "Legend has it that he was cursed to do the one thing he hated the most." She paused for dramatic effect. "And that is to serve the women he so despised, and give them pleasure."

 

"Poor him," Kaoru said rolling her eyes. She found it hard to believe that a bloodthirsty warrior could turn into Casanova.

 

"It was said his presence alone was enough to satisfy women, and once touched by his hand they would become blinded by pleasure. None could stand against his charm." Her smile grew wider. "Imagine having such an incredibly devastatingly handsome love-slave at your beck and command.”

 

Yep, this was definitely the fantasy of a lifetime.

 

"Kaoru?" Misao asked, her voice full of mirth. "Are you willing to try a little experiment?"

 

"No!" Kaoru said emphatically, brushing her loose hair behind her ears. Just because she doesn't have a boyfriend doesn't mean she's desperate to have one. “Misao, I don't have time for such nonsense. Besides, I need to finish my book. I have a deadline to catch.” Her career as a fictional author is finally starting to take off.

 

"C'mon Kaoru. Don't' be such a killjoy like your over-protective sister, Tomoe. Thank goodness she's having her first child. Maybe she'll loosen up a bit." It was hard to believe that Kaoru and Tomoe were related. Tomoe had been elegant, demure and always serious; while Kaoru had been a tomboy, quick-tempered and cheerful. But when it comes to eye power, Kaoru got the high marks. They were celestial blue, and they had a sexy slant to them, just like her eyebrows.

 

Kaoru wanted to defend her eldest sister. Sure, she was over-protective. All right, she's way too over-protective. But since the death of their parents, Tomoe became her surrogate mother. She smiled fondly at the memory when she recalled the time when Megumi called her a sweaty tomboy and her sister went after her, ready to defend her sister's honor. Yep, her sister, Tomoe meant the whole world to her.

 

Misao waved a hand in front of her face. "Earth to Kaoru."

 

The blue-eyed girl sighed. She knew better than to argue with Misao-she had that look. And nothing short of an alien invasion would make her stop until she got her way.

 

Besides, what was the harm? "All right. If it'll ease your pain. I'll do it."

 

"Yay!" Misao exclaimed, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. "We need to go out to the deck."

 

Feeling like a kid at a sleepover who had lost a truth-or-dare contest, Kaoru allowed Misao to pull her outside.

 

The damp air filled her lungs as crickets chirped and a thousand stars twinkled above them. Kaoru supposed it was a beautiful night to summon Battousai. She snickered at the thought.

 

"What do you want me to do?" She asked Misao. "Wish on some planet?"

 

Shaking her head, Misao moved her to stand in the circle of moonlight where it fell over the eaves of her apartment roof.

 

“Say his name,” Misao commanded.

 

"Oh, Battousai, my love,” Kaoru said in mock desire. “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways! On top, missionary, sideways, sixty-nine, French…”

 

Misao laughed. "Stop it. This is serious!"

 

“Be quite I'm trying to summon Battousai from the great beyond." She looked at Misao. "I only know of one way to make this even more ridiculous…"

 

Kaoru opened her arms wide, tipped her head back, and implored the dark sky above, "Oh, great gorgeous love-slave you make me so hot and horny. I just can't wait to sink my teeth into that wonderful body of yours, so have your wicked way with me. I command you to rise," she said, wagging her eyebrows.

 

Misao snorted. "That's not how you do it. You have to say his name three times."

 

Kaoru gasped. "What! I don't think so. What if he suddenly shows up and slits my throat."

 

"You're watching too many horror movies," Misao grumbled. "He's not Candy Man, for cryin' out loud. He is a love-slave. Got it?"

 

Kaoru smiled sheepishly at her best friend. "Oh, alright. Love-slave, love-slave, love-slave."

 

Her hands on her hips, Misao glared at her. "Battousai."

 

"Can't I just call Brad Pitt, instead?" she looked imploringly at her friend.

 

"Kaoru-" Misao said warningly.

 

"Oh, sorry," Kaoru closed her eyes. "Come and ease my aching loins, oh great Battousai, Battousai, Battousai."

 

She looked back at Misao. "You know, that's hard to say three times fast."

 

But Misao wasn't paying a bit attention to her. She was busy looking around for the appearance of Battousai.

 

Kaoru rolled her eyes again as a subtle wind swept across the yard and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted around them.

 

All of a sudden the phone rang. Answering it, Kaoru heard Aoshi's voice asking for Misao.

 

"It's the love of your life," she said, handing the phone over to her best friend.

 

Kaoru still find it hard to believe that Aoshi and Misao were now going steady. Two very opposite people. One who does not like to talk, and the other who likes to talk too much. She knew that there were certain things in life that defied explanation.

 

"Kaoru, I better go now. Aoshi's pissed at me because I forgot it's our anniversary today." Misao said totally embarrassed.

 

Kaoru shook her head. "Serves you right. You and your obsession with Battousai. I hope Aoshi forgive you."

 

"I hope so, too." Misao gathered up her bag and hugged Kaoru. “Bye.”

 

“Be careful and drive slowly."

 

Misao waved before getting into her bright red Jeep Cherokee and driving off.

 

With a tired sigh, Kaoru shut and locked the door.

 

She shook her head once again. Would Misao ever outgrow such nonsense? Kaoru laughed at their silliness.

 

She took their dirty dishes to the kitchen sink. As she rinsed out the glasses, she saw a bright flash of light.

 

For a second, she thought it was lightning.

 

Until she realized, it came from inside the house.

 

"What the…?"

 

She put the glasses aside and walked toward the living room. Suddenly, she felt a strange presence, one that made the hair on the back of her arms and neck rise.

 

It was then that she saw a small figure standing in front of the couch.

 

It was a man.

 

A gorgeous, gorgeous man.

 

It was Battousai!

 

"Holy shit!" Kaoru gasped.

 

Battousai folded his arms over his chest, his eyes twinkling in a cross between anger and amusement.

 

"Holy shit!" the blue-eyed girl repeated.

 

"Hello?" Battousai waved his hand in front of Kaoru's face. Still Kaoru didn't blink.

 

"Holy shi-"

 

"Would you stop?" Battousai chided.

 

She moved around the living room until she could see his entire body. Her gaze started at the top of his glowing red-hair and went all the way down to his bare feet.

 

Battousai barely suppressed his ire over her actions. "Would you like to examine my teeth next, or would you rather I drop my hakama for your inspection?" he asked with more malice than he'd intended.

 

If only she'd close her mouth and quit looking at him that way. He'd never been able to stand such unnatural attention.

 

Kaoru hesitantly reached out her hand to touch his arm.

 

"Boo," he snapped, making her jump a foot into the air.

 

It was him!

 

No! It couldn't be.

 

Things like this just didn't happen in real life. Most especially not to average people like her.

 

And yet…

 

"Battousai?" she asked breathlessly.

 

Good gracious, but he's every woman's fantasy come true! Stunning red-hair that seemed to practically glow and intense amber eyes that could only be described as erotic. Unbelievably handsome and captivating, his face could only be called beautiful. He was definitely breathtaking. No doubt about it. The man was downright yummy…

 

"Are you really, Battousai?" she repeated, looking him up and down in astonishment. "I had no idea you were so—so small."

 

Battousai smirked. "Didn't you ever hear the phrase 'size does not matter?"

 

Kaoru glared at him. "Very funny. You look like a boy who never outgrew puberty.” She shook her head in disbelief. "What am I supposed to do with you?"

 

"Whatever you wish for." His gaze turned from ice to fire in the space of about two heartbeats. "I'm here to fulfill your fondest sexual desire."

 

Kaoru hesitated at his words. "Can't I just wish for wealth and fame, instead?" she asked hopefully.

 

He frowned. "I'm not a god. I'm a love-slave."

 

"Oops, sorry."

 

Swallowing the gall that stuck in his throat, Battousai spread his arms out, and offered his body to her. "You can do with me as you wish. Just tell me how to please you."

 

 

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

 

I'M BACK!!!! Hopefully for good. I miss you all!!! I'll be updating “Timeless” very, very soon. (Hopefully, this week).

 

 

 

xZig-zagx - Thanks for the advice. What's wrong with my rating? I always rate my fics PG-13. This new fanfiic rating is making my head spin. I still like the old one. If they ever remove my story, there's always mediaminer. Thanks for reviewing.

 

 

 

BTW, to those who don't know "Candy Man," it's a horror flick. You have to say his name 3x and he will appear. It's creepy.

 

BENTEN or Benzaiten is the goddess of luck, love, eloquence, wisdom and the fine arts. Benten is the patron of the geishas and the art folks. She is shown with eight arms riding on a dragon.