Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Drowning of Thyself ❯ Sinking Slowly ( Chapter 3 )

The Stages of Drowning Thyself

 

Notes: Again, /.../ denotes flashback. We're almost done with ExK's purely sexual relationship...the next part we'll see if they can start something new... ^^;;

 

Part 3: Sinking Slowly

 

Kaoru walked around the small but oppressive condo with anvils in her head. She walked cautiously, taking pains to avoid turning her head too suddenly or to make any sudden sounds. All her senses seemed to have been intensified ten-folds and she felt that her torture was finally complete.

 

Actually, cooking breakfast had made it complete. Kaoru looked at the tray in front of her and realized she had never cooked so miserably in all her life. She picked up the tray of food and took extremely small steps towards the opened bedroom door. She wasn't kidding herself about what had transpired the night before- she wasn't trying to be romantic or find herself a new relationship - but she didn't feel all too good about taking her host for granted.

 

Thus, she had cooked him breakfast.

 

As she settled the tray down on a nightstand next to his bed, she felt nervous butterflies flutter in her stomach as she watched him awaken.

 

The ferocious eyes she remembered was slightly dimmed with sleep but they clarified as he realized her presence. She felt a blush traitorously work up her cheeks as he straightened up, blankets dropping lower than his waist, revealing long expenses of chiselled, god-like flesh.

 

Memories of those flesh against hers deepened the blush that she wore.

 

“I...I made breakfast.”

 

 

Enishi woke up smelling something like food near him. He had seen her watching him and noticed the coloring of her skin go from a sweet pink to a darker rose. He eyed the breakfast she had placed by his bed before taking a good long look at her.

 

She was already fully dressed, and apparently bathed as well - he could tell that the clean smell she wore was none other than his own soap. He realized how conservative her clothing were - light blue, long-sleeved shirt that barely showed the angelic figure he had witnessed the night before, and an ankle-length skirt that hid the long, shapely legs underneath. Her hair was up in a neater version of yesterday's ponytail and there was a slightly more alert, if not tired, look on her face.

 

He reached for the food and took a bite of breakfast. He squelched the desire to spit it back out as he swallowed it in one gulp. Enishi looked up at her, his face carelessly impassive.

 

“Join me.” He gestured to the empty spot next to him.

 

 

Kaoru looked at him, the butterflies appearing again as she pondered at his invitation. She could still remember how his sapphire eyes had burned when he had awoken her from slumber and continued his sexual play till she was screaming his name shamelessly into the night. Her gaze dropped to something more mundane - like his hands - and instantly she recalled how they had travelled deep inside her, pleasuring her senses to no end... Coughing to hide her sudden embarrassment, she shook her head.

 

“I've got a meeting to go to.” Kaoru spoke quickly, averting her eyes from the smouldering look he was giving her. “And anyways, I did say that I'd be gone in the morning, right? It's... it's time for me to go.”

 

She stood there, not knowing what to do next. Her heart was still beating wildly as she didn't know how to walk away from this beautiful stranger.

 

“Meeting the husband?” His voice, laced with a sneer, rudely broke through her thoughts.

 

“Ex.” She found herself snapping back at him. She consciously gentled her tone and sighed, “My ex-husband, yes, we've got a meeting.”

 

She took a step back and congratulated herself at her own willpower. She looked up at him, her newfound bravery was lost as she stared into his eyes.

 

“Well then...,” she gave an awkward and somewhat silly-looking wave, “Goodbye then...uhm...”

 

Embarrassingly enough, though she had screamed his name millions of time just hours before, she couldn't seem to remember it at the moment. Her blush deepened and she wondered if she could just let her words hang and make it sound intentional.

 

Obviously unconvinced, amusement glinted in his eyes as he spoke up.

“Enishi,” he supplied his name.

 

Kaoru gave a nervous laugh and attempted another pathetic wave.

“Yes, well, goodbye, Enishi.”

 

 

Enishi felt faintly amused that she had forgotten his name. After all his exploits to imprint his name on her lips last night, she all but had forgotten it with the rising sun. He chuckled at her practically galloping out of his door, wondering when she would realize that his front door won't open without his key.

 

He slid out of bed, reaching for his black robe, sliding it over his figure before making his way out of his bedroom.

 

 

Kaoru had undone all the locks on the door and was now struggling to twist the knob open. After several exasperating attempts, she realized that it was either stubbornly locked or broken.

 

She heard the soft pads of footsteps behind her and she turned to find herself face to face with the devilishly passionate stranger. She was starting to get tired of the warm color that rose to her cheeks every time she looked at his sinfully handsome face. His image was even more endearing with his snow-white hair tousled from sleep.

 

“I'm slightly paranoid with who goes in and out of my home.” Enishi spoke, that playful smirk appearing on his lips. “Whoever receives my permission to come in will also need my permission to go out.”

 

Kaoru furrowed her brows, her dark blue eyes burning with something like anger.

“Are you keeping me here against my will?” She felt her voice become slightly louder than she expected.

 

He chuckled,

“Your disposition tends to change very quickly, doesn't it?”

 

Kaoru bristled. “I'm not amused.”

 

Enishi cocked his head to one side, his smirk softening slightly.

“You need my key to get out. I was going to help you on your way.”

 

She felt an awful taste in her mouth as she realized how rude she must've looked. Kaoru bit her lips, trying to figure out a way to rectify the situation.

 

“I'm sorry.” She bowed her head slightly, “I was overreacting.”

 

 

He watched as her shoulders visibly relaxed. She gave him an apologetic looking smile and moved so that he could unlock the door.

“Would you mind helping me, please?” So she had decided to switch back to her more polite nature. “I'm going to be running late if I don't hurry.”

 

Enishi let his lips curl into a sly grin, noticing that she took a step back from him as he moved towards her.

 

“Enishi...?” Her voice faltered as she tilted her head back, his height overwhelming her petite body.

 

“Why are you so afraid of me?” He asked, letting his fingers touch her arms slowly, caressing her through the soft fabric of her shirt. He had a feeling he already knew the answer but he let the question hang in the air anyways.

 

He took another step closer to her and she took another step back, promptly sealing her between the wall and his body. She tried to flatten herself out as much as possible against the concrete, which only allowed him to pin her more effectively. Enishi smiled inwardly at this thought.

 

His hands travelled downwards, catching the fabric of her skirt, pulling the hem up higher and higher until he had exposed all of her creamy legs- all the while keeping his eyes fixed on hers.

 

She started at the movement and confusion skittered across her face.

“Wh-...?”

 

He leaned down, licking her slightly parched lips, before kissing them fully. One hand clutched at the hems of her skirt and waist, the other, searching her bud against the cotton of her panties.

 

Her lips formed an `o' against his, shuddering as his fingers started their fiery dance. She looked up at him, fury and pleading shone in her eyes.

 

“I really need to go...,” her voice quavered as his fingers pressed harder against her womanhood.

 

“Then I'll just have to make this quick, won't I?” He murmured.

 

Moisture was now seeping through the thin layer of fabric, her body betraying her own desires from his attentions. He watched as she gave up on her will to leave, her hands reaching underneath his robe, splayed against his skin. Her hands moved and she pulled him to her roughly, surprising him momentarily.

 

“Then you'd better start now.” Her eyes narrowed as she bit out her words.

 

He laughed at her forwardness and complied with her wishes. He tore off her panties and took one leg up to wrap around his waist. She gasped when she felt his hardness push against her entrance. Enishi's smile was half-grimace, half-grin when he heard her moan his name as he lifted her onto him.

 

His teeth sank into the tender skin of her neck as he felt the inviting softness of her body spiral him into a dizzying lust-filled haze.

 

 

“Tell me you want me.” His voice was low against her ear as he started to rock her body gently with his thrusts.

 

Kaoru whimpered as she strained to meet his moves, her body tightening excruciatingly with his pace.

“I want you...,” she barely managed a throaty whisper.

 

He plunged deep within her, earning a loud moan from her.

 

“Forgotten my name already, sweet?” His voice taunted, continuing his thrusts.

 

/Kaoru sleepily opened an eye as she felt herself being waken up. She found Enishi over her body and felt his hardness press insistently against her.

He was smiling that vampiric smile of his.

 

“Tell me you want me, sweet.” He pressed himself against her.

 

Kaoru let out a sleepy contented sigh.

“I want you Enishi...”

 

He chuckled before surprising her with a single fluid thrust deep within her./

 

“You're. Thinking.” He said through gritted teeth, stopping his movements before driving himself into her core.

 

Kaoru gasped at the sensation. She grasped at his hair, pulling his angry face down to hers.

“I'm... thinking of you...Enishi...”

 

He looked at her suspiciously.

 

Desperate for him to continue, she brought her lips to his,

“I want you so much Enishi...”

 

To which he replied with devouring her mouth and continued to rock both their desires to its peak.

 

 

Himura Kenshin watched as Makimachi Misao, Kaoru's friend and attorney, leave the room with an apologetic look on her face. He gave a sigh and looked at his watch. It was almost two hours since the appointed time of their meeting and Kaoru still hadn't shown up. He and his own lawyer had watched as Misao continuously tried to reach Kaoru through her cellphone.

 

Kenshin's eyes simmered gold as he wondered if harm had fallen onto Kaoru. Or had she just been too distraught to meet him today?

 

`No,' he shook at that thought, `No matter how distraught she is, she wouldn't run away.'

 

Shinomori Aoshi, his lawyer-friend who was recently tangled in a sort-of relationship with the said Misao, looked at him questioningly.

 

“Should we wait some more?” Aoshi asked.

 

Kenshin hesitated.

“It's not like her to miss a meeting. I'm sure she'll be here soon.”

At that moment, Misao entered into the room, looking extremely worried and confused.

 

“I'm really sorry, Kenshin, Aoshi,” she placed her cellphone in her purse, “I can't get through to Kaoru. She's not picking up her house phone or her cell. Oh gosh, I hope she's OK...”

Misao's words gave voice to his own worries. He was starting to seriously think that something had happened to her. He clenched his fists, not daring to follow the course of his own thoughts.

 

It was then that the door burst open, and a slightly out-of breath Kaoru appeared. Kenshin and Aoshi immediately stood up and Misao let out a cry of relief and joy as she hugged her friend.

 

“Gods Kaoru!” Misao exclaimed, “I was so worried about you!”

 

Kaoru looked truly sorry as she returned the hug briefly before taking a seat across the table from Kenshin. Once she was seated, Aoshi and Kenshin took their places again and Misao settled next to her.

 

“My apologies,” her voice was a bit breathless and a flush had come over her complexion, “I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting.”

 

“It's alright.” Aoshi's voice sounded crisp and detached, producing papers out of thin air, “Let's get straight to business then.”

 

“Yes, let's.” Kaoru murmured, lowering her face.

 

Misao opened her own file and spoke on behalf of Kaoru with Aoshi, her voice slightly louder and more emphatic in their arguments.

 

All the while, Kenshin couldn't keep his eyes off of Kaoru. He had noticed her irregular breathing, the faint coloring of her normally pale skin and the slightly messy state her hair was in. Her shoulders were tensed and she didn't seem to be listening to any of the proceedings. Kenshin felt a stab in the pit of his stomach.

 

`She looks like she's just had sex...,'

 

He didn't know what to make of this, but, having been married to her for 5 years, he knew the tell-tale signs of her after-sex experience all too well.

 

“Isn't that right, Kaoru?” Misao's voice cut through his thoughts and also through Kaoru's.

 

Kaoru looked startled and jolted back slightly. She looked to Misao and leaned forward, the scoop of her neckline falling along with her.

 

It was then that he noticed the small but visible mark on her skin, hidden briefly by her modest clothes. His eyes narrowed at the sight and, as if she had felt his eyes burning her skin, she tugged at her neckline, assuming its previous position.

 

Kenshin felt something like rage burn itself slowly within him before a voice knocked a harsh bit of truth into his head.

 

`She's not yours anymore...'

 

He struggled to swallow that fact as he continued to watch Kaoru. She raised her eyes at him and he saw the guilt that was all-too easy to read. She looked away, pretending to be interested in Misao's words, her hand fluttering to the mark he'd seen earlier.

 

He clenched his hands into a fist.

 

 

Kaoru felt guilty and angry at the accusing look Kenshin kept throwing her way. She might not have been so readable hadn't Enishi been so fervent before. She sighed to herself and drummed her fingers on the table.

 

`That's another man out of my life...,' Kaoru looked up and glared at the violet eyes that were appraising her.

 

Kenshin looked non-plussed and turned his attention back to Aoshi's words.

 

Kaoru felt her stomach constrict with pain as she watched Kenshin turn his attention away from her. She clutched at her skirts, willing herself not to show any signs of weakness.

 

She wanted to laugh bitterly at herself,

`Even after hours of bliss, one look at him and you're miserable again.'

 

She stared down at her fists, all her thoughts centered on the red-haired man whom she still considered the love of her life.

 

`I miss him so much...'

 

TBC...

Part 4: Struggling for Air

 

Notes: I pretty much had envisioned these three chapters... now that they're done, I'm lost at what to do. @_@;; This is going to be an Enishi x Kaoru fic but for there to be any real E x K love, the issue of the other K (Kenshin) must be addressed. *headache* And since KxK's manga relationship is so perfect it makes the job so much more harder... I hope that you had enjoyed reading this as well. Thank you for taking the time! ^_^