Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ This Is Forever ❯ Destined To Marry ( Chapter 8 )
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Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.06.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.06.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
This Is Forever
Chapter 15: “Destined To Marry”
A half month had passed, and there was no sign of Enishi anywhere. Everything in Kyoto, and all around Japan for that matter, was all peaceful. The economy went up, there were more peaceful events to participate in, and even crime rate went down dramatically.
Saitou snorted at that, and said that he was forced to lay off a few policemen; which he knew to fire the lazy ones, but at the same time, laying off policemen was a very unnatural occurrence. The half demon even said that if the spreading peace continued, he would be forced into an early retirement. Most of the time Saitou would be found home, which Tokio enjoyed the extra time with her husband.
Misao was already awake and waiting for the return of Aoshi and the other Oniwaban members. As soon as Aoshi saw she was awake, he was right by her side, which was very unusual for him, and he told her what he discussed to Okina, her guardian, about her future.
“Y-You want to... have a future with you?” Misao whispered, almost afraid that if she said it louder, all of what Aoshi told her would be a dream. “As in.. marry you?”
“Hai.” was all Aoshi said.
No one from the outside of the Oniwaban group, save for Kaoru and the others, could understand what Misao saw in Aoshi that would enable her to love him as much as she did. Aoshi was not a romantic type, such as love words, poetry, candy, flowers, anything in that sense; he was a stolid man that no one could read, and he gave no one a clue into his thoughts or reasoning. Perhaps that was the way Misao wanted Aoshi.
Misao recovered fully, save for the ugly scar on her back and the curious “tattoo” on her left shoulder, which was examined by Aoshi and herself. It was weird, but interesting to know that the tattoo Enishi drew on the priestess was a demonic symbol. It was a circle with a triangle inside the circle. It was not a big tattoo, rather small, but still noticeable if Misao’s shoulder was exposed.
The wedding plans began as soon as Misao agreed to marry Aoshi, which did not take long at all, if one would consider a half second a long time.
Misao was not one to show off, or have a wedding filled with numerous guests; yet, as is common knowledge among Asians, if the hosts invites one person to a party, one can guarantee that ten more people would be added to the list.
As the guest list started to add up, Misao whined, “I don’t know even half these people; do you, Aoshi?”
Aoshi had told Misao to drop the honorific in his name, which she did, and he said, “No, but these people were invited by the ones we do know. They’re probably family, or more than likely, friends.”
“Are you inviting our other friends like Hannya and the others?”
“Of course.”
Misao decided that the wedding would be traditional Japanese, but not so traditional that it strained the Aoiya budget, even though Okina insisted that money was not a problem. It seemed that “Jiya” wanted to spend everything on his little Misao.
When the wedding day came, Misao stood in front of a full length mirror, being assisted by Okon and Omasu, as was the tradition. It would also be next to impossible to get the wedding kimono on by herself.
The wedding kimono, or shiro-maku, started with a traditional red juban under the “robe.” The juban could only be described as a short sleeved haori and a long length “skirt.”
After Okon and Omasu helped Misao with her under kimono, it was time for the white over kimono. After the kimono was put on, Omasu pulled up the robe, at the waist, while Okon secured it with a matching color koshi-himo, which would be tied into an obi, and secured it even more with the matching color date-jime belt.
Omasu tied the obi sash behind Misao into the perfect butterfly tie, a gift that one has to assume came with great practice, as well as patience.
After everything was in place, Misao looked at herself in the mirror, and could not believe how much she changed in one day. Of course, it was not a permanent change, and Aoshi told her more than once that he loves her as her spunky, tomboyish self.
However, as Misao looked at herself in the mirror, she could not believe the change that took place. Her long, silky-black hair that was usually kept back in a braid, was now pinned up in a bun, which was traditional; but Okon made forelocks that shaped Misao’s face, and Okon curled them into “corn rolls,” which was untraditional, but looked cute on the bride.
Misao’s face was touched up with make-up, light, natural eyeshadow, and red painted lips. Her kimono was pure white, decorated with cranes taking flight, but not in color. The cranes were stitched into the fabric with a sliver thread, so they became apparent when the light shined on the thread just right, making the cranes have a disappear and reappear effect.
After Omasu put the tabi socks on Misao’s feet, she was fitted with vinyl zori sandals, which were white, but the straps themselves, made out of velvet, were red. At this time, Okina entered the room, dressed in traditional men’s kimono, looked at Misao with a smile, and yet a bit of sadness, having to see the little girl now a woman.
Misao smiled back and hugged Okina, the man who was like a grandfather to her. Okina hugged her back, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, “I’m not worried now; you’re in good hands, and I know your future is secured.”
Misao nodded, not trusting herself to say anything so she would not start crying, and then have to do her makeup all over again.
When the ceremony began, Misao and Aoshi saw each other for the first time in their formal clothes. Aoshi stared at his wife with an expressionless face, as always, but Misao could read his eyes that told her that he loved her, and thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth.
Aoshi was very handsome in his men’s kimono, which was a royal blue haori, with matching hakama pants. He was fitted with men’s vinyl zori sandals, the same color as Misao’s sandals.
After the ceremony came the reception party, which was at the Aoiya. The party was on the first floor, however, with many guests involved, the fiesta even extended out to the gardens. Misao decided to stay in her white wedding kimono, even though it was traditional for the bride and groom to change several times.
Misao, however, knew that would be too expensive, but more, she did not want to fuss with changing all the time; Aoshi seemed to agree with her, and he stayed in his same kimono as well.
When the sun set, traditional hanging lamps were lit for light outside. The lamps were a very colorful red with patterns cut out of them, lighting everything around the outside with the cutouts. Some men gathered in groups outside, but others kept to themselves.
And that was the state Kenshin saw Kaoru.
Kaoru was dressed in a dark blue kimono with very bright and elaborate cranes, hand fans, and floral. Her beautiful, raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail, save for her long dreadlocks, and tied up with an indigo ribbon.
Kenshin stood in the dark, almost behind a bush, watching the goddess. He, too, wore a men’s kimono with a dark blue haori and white hakama. Only he was armed with two swords; one long katana, and one short kodachi.
Nothing seemed to interest Kaoru, for she looked around, searching for nothing, when her blue eyes locked on with gold eyes. Kenshin had not moved from his position, but the goddess saw him all the same, like looking at a pair of cat eyes glowing in the dark.
The goddess and demon stared at each other for an extended time, neither moving, nor changing their blank expressions. Unknowing to both of them, one of the men outside, talking to his friends, seemed to take a particular interest in Kaoru.
He staggered over to the raven haired beauty, and slurred, “Hey, honey, what’re you doing out here all alone?”
Kaoru was repulsed by the man, mostly due to his excessive drinking, but also his less-than-concealed lust. She took a step sideways, away from the man, but he followed suit, wrapping an arm around Kaoru’s waist, his hand cupping her buttocks.
“How ‘bout a kiss, baby?” the man more ordered than asked, and he promptly pulled Kaoru tightly against him, seeking her lips against his own.
His lips, however, did not meet their mark. Instead, they kissed cold metal, and the man looked down at his lips, followed down the blade to the owner, and finally, his eyes rested on a short, redheaded man with gold eyes.
“I don’t think the girl appreciated your attention.” Kenshin said, not looking at Kaoru, but straight at the drunken man with eyes that looked like they were eyeing prey. “I think it wise to release her.”
“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man asked ignorantly, knowing that the rest of his drunken friends had their attention on the scene, and were ready to pounce when the time was right.
Kenshin moved his sword’s blade to the throat of the man within the span of an eye blink. “I’ll slit your throat if you don’t comply.” the demon answered simply.
When the man did not attempt to release Kaoru, the gold eyed demon sighed dramatically, and informed, “I do not want to make a scene at a peaceful celebration. Since you don’t seem to know me, I’ll tell you something about myself. One, I’m showing quite a bit of restraint right now, ‘cause your heads would’ve already been flying by this time. Two, if you do not let go of my woman, I’ll tell you my common name, but I’ll kill you before you can even laugh in disbelief.”
The man let go of Kaoru, but still laughed at the statement that Kenshin just made. The demon, even more annoyed now, flipped his sword over to the blunt side, and connected his sword with the neck of the man, sending him flying over the fence.
The rest of the drunken men seemed to know when the right time to leave was, and that time was then, and they left without a word, over to their fallen comrade.
Kenshin looked at Kaoru, and she looked back at him with angry eyes. The same blue eyes that could make him melt pierced him, as well as angered him, leaving him wondering what he did wrong this time.
“You just can’t wait to show off, can you?!” Kaoru yelled, seemingly knowing his thoughts, but then she turned and ran inside.
Kenshin followed suit, not ignoring the situation like he normally did in the past. They cut through, unnoticed, by the other guests while they watched Aoshi and Misao open gifts. He followed her up the stairs, and into her room.
“Stay away from me!” Kaoru shouted, not able to slide the door closed before Kenshin blocked it, and then forced his way into her room.
“What the hell?!” Kenshin yelled, after he slammed the door.
Kaoru was grateful that music and loud conversations continued downstairs to cover up their argument. The demon was seething, and the goddess backed herself up against the wall. Kenshin followed her to that point, and pressed himself up against her, although, in a menacing manner.
“What the hell do you want from me, Kaoru?!” Kenshin shouted, his face inches away from Kaoru’s face. “Do you want me to follow you around like a fucking dog, obey every order you put out?! Is that how you see me; a damn dog?!”
“No...”
“Then what is it?!”
“I DON’T KNOW!” Kaoru screamed, and then calmed down, her eyes tearing up, and she repeated in a more quiet tone, “I don’t know.”
“Then tell me what you’re thinking, what you do know.” Kenshin said, in an equally calm tone.
“When I think, this is all a huge mistake, something happens that makes me realize this is not just coincidence.”
“What isn’t coincidence?”
“That everything that has happen to us--between us--is coincidence; but no one would accept our relationship. We... There can’t be a ‘we’ between us.”
“Nor an ‘us’ between we two.”
“Yet, I can’t help but wonder if this is all destined; like we are destined for this to happen.” Kaoru exclaimed, searching for the reason behind what was between herself, a goddess, and Kenshin, a demon.
“Was this all destined to happen?”
Kaoru sighed, shook her head, the tears finally spilling over her eyes and down her cheeks.
“Naze? Why?” Kaoru whispered. “We both know we shouldn’t... Can’t...”
“I know; you’re up, I’m down. You’re a goddess, I’m a demon. Nothing we do can change that, but, maybe we should look at what we have in common.”
Kaoru looked at Kenshin in curiosity, but let him continue.
“We’re both immortal, so the choices we make right now, this very second can change everything forever. We’re not like humans who have to live with their actions until they die. We don’t die, and so everything we choose to do, is forever for us. This is forever.”
Kaoru closed her eyes when Kenshin rested his forehead against her forehead, and yet he continued, “I could choose to leave, and that would be my choice forever; or, I can... choose to stay, and that would be our choice forever. I choose to stay with you, Kaoru; what choice do you want that will be forever?”
Kaoru opened and closed her mouth several times before she answered, “...Stay.”
Kenshin nodded, softly caressing Kaoru’s cheek with his own cheek, he moved his face to her face, nuzzled noses, and then softly, very softly kissed her.
Kaoru’s legs suddenly felt weak, her head swam in a deliciously dizzy manner; she gasped through her nose when Kenshin kissed her.
“Kenshin...?”
Kenshin looked at Kaoru, and she looked deep into his eyes. They were not a hard gold that they had been for the past several months; no, they were soft for her, and light filled them more than she had ever seen. She could see the love there, but he never said it to her. Never.
“Say it, please.” Kaoru begged in a whisper.
“Say what?”
“Tell me what I see in your eyes.”
Kenshin opened his mouth, but no words came out; no confessions of love could he utter. After moments passed, and still nothing was said, the demon looked thoroughly miserable, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I--I can’t, Kaoru.” Kenshin said, shaking his head while it hung in shame. “I’m sorry.”
Kaoru placed a gentle finger on Kenshin’s lips.
“It’s okay, Kenshin,” Kaoru said genuinely. “I can see it, and you can see in me, I love you, too.”
“It’s not enough...” Kenshin said, and he turned away, but suddenly Kaoru grabbed his haori and yanked him back to her, and she placed her lips on his lips, a little more rough than how he first kissed her, but still gentle.
“Then show me you love me.” Kaoru said, and kissed him again.
Kenshin groaned, wrapped his arms lovingly around Kaoru and pulled her closer to him. One hand moved up to support her head while he leaned her back a touch, causing her to open her mouth a little, and he could finally gain access.
When they pulled their lips apart, Kaoru looked at Kenshin with such loving, genuine, innocent eyes that the demon wanted to break.
“Kenshin, have you ever done this before?”
Kenshin thought deeply about the answer to the question for a few seconds. Sure, he had possessed many humans to rape and kill afterwards, but he physically never had made love before.
“No, I have not.” Kenshin answered honestly, and Kaoru did not show one hint of doubt. She believed him so freely that if he had been lying, she still would have believed him. Kenshin could not keep himself from being amazed at her blind trust.
“Kiss me again.” Kaoru whispered, and Kenshin obliged.
He lowered them both to the futon, sitting next to each other as the fingers on both their hands laced the other ones hands. Kaoru was as inexperienced at making love like Kenshin, but she looked at him with trust and devotion as if they had both done this together a hundred times.
Kenshin brought a trembling hand up to Kaoru’s head bow, and he unlaced it from her head, allowing the shinny, raven hair to be free to move, and it pooled around her like a veil. Kaoru also performed the same act for her lover, and she ran her hand through the red mass, amazed at how soft it was.
“Kaoru..” Kenshin whispered softly, and he caressed the back of his trembling hand against her cheek so gently, as if she were made of porcelain.
Kaoru cupped her hand on Kenshin’s left cheek, feeling the roughness of the scars she had given him. She had undone her curse on him in hopes that his unemotional state would cause her love for him to die. It did not happen; he stayed in love with her, and that caused her to realize the love he had for her was not based on physical attraction, but genuine love.
Kenshin gently grabbed her hand caressing his cheek, and kissed the palm of the same hand. He looked back at her, his gold eyes almost shining with the full moonlight outside the window.
“No regrets tonight, Kaoru.” Kenshin said, and he pulled her close to him again.
“Kenshin...” Kaoru whispered lovingly, and her lover started to clumsily untie her obi and date-jime belt.
Kaoru smiled as Kenshin muttered about how tight the cord-like belt was tied. Of course, his hands still trembling did not help that factor, and Kaoru placed gentle hands on Kenshin’s almost frustrated hands. She was trembling the same as he was.
Kenshin did not realize his breathing was rapid, and he took a few gulps of air to calm himself. Kaoru really could not blame him, for he had been a virgin for millions of years, just like herself. Kaoru untied the belt herself as her lover untied his hakama belt.
Kaoru looked at Kenshin, her face had a light blush on her cheeks as he grasped the silky kimono fabric, and pulled it off her body. Kenshin raised an eyebrow when he saw she had an under kimono on, and he would have to work those close off her body.
Kaoru could not help but smile at the annoyed face Kenshin gave, and she pushed his haori off his body with the under juban as well, exposing his bare chest. Kaoru’s tiny blush increased more as she looked over her love’s skinny, but well-muscular body.
“Like what you see?” Kenshin asked in a deep, husky voice. He had seen the look in her eyes when she saw him, and it told him that she wanted, desired him, and it caused him to become more aroused.
Kaoru could not trust herself to answer, so she simply nodded, her blush increasing. Kenshin grabbed his lover’s white juban, trying to remember to be gentle, but the way she looked at him was causing him to be more rough, more wanting.
“Let me see you, now.” He pulled her juban off her body, and rolled his eyes. The sight of her perky breasts was blocked from his eyesight by an infernal thing called a “bra.”
Kaoru giggled at this, receiving a halfhearted glare from Kenshin. She quieted her laughter, reached behind her, unhooked her bra, closed her eyes, and pulled it off. After a moment passed with her chest exposed, and nothing happened, Kaoru opened her eyes to see Kenshin staring, not at her breasts, but into her eyes.
“Why do you doubt yourself?” Kenshin asked, granting his lover another deep kiss. “You’re beautiful.”
Kaoru’s lips trembled, and Kenshin gently caressed her face, and his hand then trailed down her soft, creamy neck, to her shoulder, half way down her arm, stopped, and then to the side towards her breast. She was not large, but well endowed with pink nipples that responded to Kenshin’s touch.
Kenshin sighed in ecstasy; he had never expected that touching Kaoru would bring him so much pleasure. He rolled his thumb around her small nipples, testing, and she responded with a pleasurable sigh.
“Kenshin.” Kaoru breathed, and he felt a wave of pleasure roll up his spine, just from hearing her say his name.
He wanted to try more, so he pulled her to him, laid her on the futon, and placed his mouth on the innocent, pink nipple. She moaned softly in her throat for him, her hands caressing his back. Kenshin had never known pleasure, like the kind he was feeling, existed. There was no pleasure in hell, and so he never sought it.
Kenshin took his hakama pants off, and laid next to Kaoru, moving his hand on her stomach, enjoying the feel of goosebumps rise on her skin. His hand rested to the side, where the ugly scar he gave her still existed on her beautiful, flawless body, and he hated himself more.
Kaoru placed a hand on Kenshin’s hand, kissed his palm, and said, “No regrets tonight, remember, Kenshin?”
Kenshin gave a small smile, nodded once, and kissed her lips tightly, though still gently. Kaoru took the last of her under kimono off, save for the tabi, and her blush increased more when Kenshin stared at her naked body, and she looked at his.
“Damn, the gods have no right to claim you.” Kenshin said, his voice more husky with desire and love. She was beautiful, flawless. Perfection he had never known was right here in front of him, and he had the pleasure of seeing it with his own eyes.
Kenshin laid back down beside Kaoru, his caressing hand going deeper, and Kaoru’s trembling increase, as did the nervous excitement in the pit of her stomach. His hand gently nudged her legs for access, which she granted him.
Kenshin felt another wave of pleasure up his spine when his hand made contact with Kaoru’s vagina. He experimentally caressed her entrance and stroked her clitoris, the tiny nub that was the pleasure source for all women.
Kaoru gasped, then released a shaky sigh. It felt good, like a massage, only better; more pleasurable, and leaving her wanting more. Her lips parted, and she let out a soft moan, her hands seeking to caress her lover.
Kenshin kissed Kaoru again, and her hand gently caressed his penis, and it was his turn to moan. Kaoru turned over so they were laying on their sides, facing each other, kissing, caressing, and moaning.
“Kaoru.”
“Hm?”
“Roll over.”
Kaoru obeyed, and she rolled over to her back, and found Kenshin on top of her. He positioned himself so his penis sought the entrance of her vagina, and again, another wave of pleasure rolled up through his body at just the brush of their most sensitive organs touching.
Kenshin placed the tip of his penis firmly at the entrance of Kaoru’s vagina, and he pushed forward. She was so small, he wandered why he had so much resistance from getting through. Kaoru gave a small cry of pain, and Kenshin stopped.
“It hurts?” he asked, not knowing it would hurt a woman the first time.
“Hai..”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Kaoru nodded; of course Kenshin did not know. He only knew the nasty side called, “sex,” which existed of rape, prostitution, incest, and pornography.
They were experiencing the beautiful side of it, loving each other, taking their time to know the bodies of one another.
“It’s okay, keep going.” Kaoru said, and Kenshin did just that, only more gently, pushing all the way through, and breaking her hymen.
“Kaoru...” Kenshin whispered, kissing her mouth gently, and then tenderly rocking back and forth. He sighed, the pleasure was amazing, almost indescribable.
For Kenshin, the pleasure was all around his penis, and it flowed from his sensitive organ, shot through his body, and back down to his penis, only to repeat, because he had already thrusted up again.
For Kaoru, the pleasure was inside, starting at the entrance of her vagina, up though her body, and back down to the entrance.
Kaoru opened her mouth and let out a moan, not caring who heard her because it felt so good, and so right to be making love to Kenshin.
Kenshin kissed Kaoru again, still humping in and out of her vagina. Kaoru moaned louder, the shifting of her lover’s body caused his penis to rub against her most sensitive nub, and the extra skin under his penis, which came with all men, seemed to increase the pleasure.
“Oh... Kenshin...” Kaoru moaned out, and he wrapped his arms around her body in a hug, supporting her head with his hand, and his thrusts increased.
Kenshin moaned low in his throat, the pleasure was hot, making them both yearn for more. Kaoru wrapped her arms tightly around his body as if holding on for a ride.
The hunger for pleasure increase; they needed each other, wanted each other, to become one with the other. More, more; Kaoru and Kenshin moaning against the other’s lips; more! Up and down, in and out, building and building. More!
Kaoru’s whimpers and cries, which Kenshin no longer cared to cover with his mouth; it was music to his ears, fueling the fire, making it known to him that he was pleasuring her well. More! Increased thrusting, his penis rubbing against her clitoris, pleasure increasing, breathing increasing, blood pumping though their bodies at a faster pace.
Sweat glistened on their bodies, their cries for one another was answered with another thrust. More! Pleasure crashing through their bodies, rising, rising, at the breaking point. One more thrust, one more thrust. Yearning, unyielding, loving.
Kaoru felt something like a trickle on the inside of her thighs, but inside her flesh, and it pooled down to the entrance of her vagina, and shot through her body at such a rapid rate, it left her body convulsing, her vagina in pleasurable spasms, her mouth open, but no sound would come out, and then release.
Kenshin grunted, his orgasm close, a few more strokes, Kaoru went through her third orgasm; on the third stroke, his body allowed him the release it was seeking; his lover felt the trickling of his seed spilling inside her.
He collapsed on Kaoru, trying to support his weight on his arms, but failed. When he tried to get up, to keep from putting his weight on her, Kaoru wrapped her arms around Kenshin, pulling him back on her.
“Oh, that was amazing...” Kaoru breathed, vaguely aware of the party still continuing downstairs.
“H-Hai...” Kenshin agreed, rolling off beside Kaoru, and this time she let him. “So tired...”
“Then let’s sleep.” Kaoru said, cuddling up beside Kenshin, and he wrapped his arms around her body, both of them drifting of into pleasant, deep sleep.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 15: “Destined To Marry”
A half month had passed, and there was no sign of Enishi anywhere. Everything in Kyoto, and all around Japan for that matter, was all peaceful. The economy went up, there were more peaceful events to participate in, and even crime rate went down dramatically.
Saitou snorted at that, and said that he was forced to lay off a few policemen; which he knew to fire the lazy ones, but at the same time, laying off policemen was a very unnatural occurrence. The half demon even said that if the spreading peace continued, he would be forced into an early retirement. Most of the time Saitou would be found home, which Tokio enjoyed the extra time with her husband.
Misao was already awake and waiting for the return of Aoshi and the other Oniwaban members. As soon as Aoshi saw she was awake, he was right by her side, which was very unusual for him, and he told her what he discussed to Okina, her guardian, about her future.
“Y-You want to... have a future with you?” Misao whispered, almost afraid that if she said it louder, all of what Aoshi told her would be a dream. “As in.. marry you?”
“Hai.” was all Aoshi said.
No one from the outside of the Oniwaban group, save for Kaoru and the others, could understand what Misao saw in Aoshi that would enable her to love him as much as she did. Aoshi was not a romantic type, such as love words, poetry, candy, flowers, anything in that sense; he was a stolid man that no one could read, and he gave no one a clue into his thoughts or reasoning. Perhaps that was the way Misao wanted Aoshi.
Misao recovered fully, save for the ugly scar on her back and the curious “tattoo” on her left shoulder, which was examined by Aoshi and herself. It was weird, but interesting to know that the tattoo Enishi drew on the priestess was a demonic symbol. It was a circle with a triangle inside the circle. It was not a big tattoo, rather small, but still noticeable if Misao’s shoulder was exposed.
The wedding plans began as soon as Misao agreed to marry Aoshi, which did not take long at all, if one would consider a half second a long time.
Misao was not one to show off, or have a wedding filled with numerous guests; yet, as is common knowledge among Asians, if the hosts invites one person to a party, one can guarantee that ten more people would be added to the list.
As the guest list started to add up, Misao whined, “I don’t know even half these people; do you, Aoshi?”
Aoshi had told Misao to drop the honorific in his name, which she did, and he said, “No, but these people were invited by the ones we do know. They’re probably family, or more than likely, friends.”
“Are you inviting our other friends like Hannya and the others?”
“Of course.”
Misao decided that the wedding would be traditional Japanese, but not so traditional that it strained the Aoiya budget, even though Okina insisted that money was not a problem. It seemed that “Jiya” wanted to spend everything on his little Misao.
When the wedding day came, Misao stood in front of a full length mirror, being assisted by Okon and Omasu, as was the tradition. It would also be next to impossible to get the wedding kimono on by herself.
The wedding kimono, or shiro-maku, started with a traditional red juban under the “robe.” The juban could only be described as a short sleeved haori and a long length “skirt.”
After Okon and Omasu helped Misao with her under kimono, it was time for the white over kimono. After the kimono was put on, Omasu pulled up the robe, at the waist, while Okon secured it with a matching color koshi-himo, which would be tied into an obi, and secured it even more with the matching color date-jime belt.
Omasu tied the obi sash behind Misao into the perfect butterfly tie, a gift that one has to assume came with great practice, as well as patience.
After everything was in place, Misao looked at herself in the mirror, and could not believe how much she changed in one day. Of course, it was not a permanent change, and Aoshi told her more than once that he loves her as her spunky, tomboyish self.
However, as Misao looked at herself in the mirror, she could not believe the change that took place. Her long, silky-black hair that was usually kept back in a braid, was now pinned up in a bun, which was traditional; but Okon made forelocks that shaped Misao’s face, and Okon curled them into “corn rolls,” which was untraditional, but looked cute on the bride.
Misao’s face was touched up with make-up, light, natural eyeshadow, and red painted lips. Her kimono was pure white, decorated with cranes taking flight, but not in color. The cranes were stitched into the fabric with a sliver thread, so they became apparent when the light shined on the thread just right, making the cranes have a disappear and reappear effect.
After Omasu put the tabi socks on Misao’s feet, she was fitted with vinyl zori sandals, which were white, but the straps themselves, made out of velvet, were red. At this time, Okina entered the room, dressed in traditional men’s kimono, looked at Misao with a smile, and yet a bit of sadness, having to see the little girl now a woman.
Misao smiled back and hugged Okina, the man who was like a grandfather to her. Okina hugged her back, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, “I’m not worried now; you’re in good hands, and I know your future is secured.”
Misao nodded, not trusting herself to say anything so she would not start crying, and then have to do her makeup all over again.
When the ceremony began, Misao and Aoshi saw each other for the first time in their formal clothes. Aoshi stared at his wife with an expressionless face, as always, but Misao could read his eyes that told her that he loved her, and thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth.
Aoshi was very handsome in his men’s kimono, which was a royal blue haori, with matching hakama pants. He was fitted with men’s vinyl zori sandals, the same color as Misao’s sandals.
After the ceremony came the reception party, which was at the Aoiya. The party was on the first floor, however, with many guests involved, the fiesta even extended out to the gardens. Misao decided to stay in her white wedding kimono, even though it was traditional for the bride and groom to change several times.
Misao, however, knew that would be too expensive, but more, she did not want to fuss with changing all the time; Aoshi seemed to agree with her, and he stayed in his same kimono as well.
When the sun set, traditional hanging lamps were lit for light outside. The lamps were a very colorful red with patterns cut out of them, lighting everything around the outside with the cutouts. Some men gathered in groups outside, but others kept to themselves.
And that was the state Kenshin saw Kaoru.
Kaoru was dressed in a dark blue kimono with very bright and elaborate cranes, hand fans, and floral. Her beautiful, raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail, save for her long dreadlocks, and tied up with an indigo ribbon.
Kenshin stood in the dark, almost behind a bush, watching the goddess. He, too, wore a men’s kimono with a dark blue haori and white hakama. Only he was armed with two swords; one long katana, and one short kodachi.
Nothing seemed to interest Kaoru, for she looked around, searching for nothing, when her blue eyes locked on with gold eyes. Kenshin had not moved from his position, but the goddess saw him all the same, like looking at a pair of cat eyes glowing in the dark.
The goddess and demon stared at each other for an extended time, neither moving, nor changing their blank expressions. Unknowing to both of them, one of the men outside, talking to his friends, seemed to take a particular interest in Kaoru.
He staggered over to the raven haired beauty, and slurred, “Hey, honey, what’re you doing out here all alone?”
Kaoru was repulsed by the man, mostly due to his excessive drinking, but also his less-than-concealed lust. She took a step sideways, away from the man, but he followed suit, wrapping an arm around Kaoru’s waist, his hand cupping her buttocks.
“How ‘bout a kiss, baby?” the man more ordered than asked, and he promptly pulled Kaoru tightly against him, seeking her lips against his own.
His lips, however, did not meet their mark. Instead, they kissed cold metal, and the man looked down at his lips, followed down the blade to the owner, and finally, his eyes rested on a short, redheaded man with gold eyes.
“I don’t think the girl appreciated your attention.” Kenshin said, not looking at Kaoru, but straight at the drunken man with eyes that looked like they were eyeing prey. “I think it wise to release her.”
“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man asked ignorantly, knowing that the rest of his drunken friends had their attention on the scene, and were ready to pounce when the time was right.
Kenshin moved his sword’s blade to the throat of the man within the span of an eye blink. “I’ll slit your throat if you don’t comply.” the demon answered simply.
When the man did not attempt to release Kaoru, the gold eyed demon sighed dramatically, and informed, “I do not want to make a scene at a peaceful celebration. Since you don’t seem to know me, I’ll tell you something about myself. One, I’m showing quite a bit of restraint right now, ‘cause your heads would’ve already been flying by this time. Two, if you do not let go of my woman, I’ll tell you my common name, but I’ll kill you before you can even laugh in disbelief.”
The man let go of Kaoru, but still laughed at the statement that Kenshin just made. The demon, even more annoyed now, flipped his sword over to the blunt side, and connected his sword with the neck of the man, sending him flying over the fence.
The rest of the drunken men seemed to know when the right time to leave was, and that time was then, and they left without a word, over to their fallen comrade.
Kenshin looked at Kaoru, and she looked back at him with angry eyes. The same blue eyes that could make him melt pierced him, as well as angered him, leaving him wondering what he did wrong this time.
“You just can’t wait to show off, can you?!” Kaoru yelled, seemingly knowing his thoughts, but then she turned and ran inside.
Kenshin followed suit, not ignoring the situation like he normally did in the past. They cut through, unnoticed, by the other guests while they watched Aoshi and Misao open gifts. He followed her up the stairs, and into her room.
“Stay away from me!” Kaoru shouted, not able to slide the door closed before Kenshin blocked it, and then forced his way into her room.
“What the hell?!” Kenshin yelled, after he slammed the door.
Kaoru was grateful that music and loud conversations continued downstairs to cover up their argument. The demon was seething, and the goddess backed herself up against the wall. Kenshin followed her to that point, and pressed himself up against her, although, in a menacing manner.
“What the hell do you want from me, Kaoru?!” Kenshin shouted, his face inches away from Kaoru’s face. “Do you want me to follow you around like a fucking dog, obey every order you put out?! Is that how you see me; a damn dog?!”
“No...”
“Then what is it?!”
“I DON’T KNOW!” Kaoru screamed, and then calmed down, her eyes tearing up, and she repeated in a more quiet tone, “I don’t know.”
“Then tell me what you’re thinking, what you do know.” Kenshin said, in an equally calm tone.
“When I think, this is all a huge mistake, something happens that makes me realize this is not just coincidence.”
“What isn’t coincidence?”
“That everything that has happen to us--between us--is coincidence; but no one would accept our relationship. We... There can’t be a ‘we’ between us.”
“Nor an ‘us’ between we two.”
“Yet, I can’t help but wonder if this is all destined; like we are destined for this to happen.” Kaoru exclaimed, searching for the reason behind what was between herself, a goddess, and Kenshin, a demon.
“Was this all destined to happen?”
Kaoru sighed, shook her head, the tears finally spilling over her eyes and down her cheeks.
“Naze? Why?” Kaoru whispered. “We both know we shouldn’t... Can’t...”
“I know; you’re up, I’m down. You’re a goddess, I’m a demon. Nothing we do can change that, but, maybe we should look at what we have in common.”
Kaoru looked at Kenshin in curiosity, but let him continue.
“We’re both immortal, so the choices we make right now, this very second can change everything forever. We’re not like humans who have to live with their actions until they die. We don’t die, and so everything we choose to do, is forever for us. This is forever.”
Kaoru closed her eyes when Kenshin rested his forehead against her forehead, and yet he continued, “I could choose to leave, and that would be my choice forever; or, I can... choose to stay, and that would be our choice forever. I choose to stay with you, Kaoru; what choice do you want that will be forever?”
Kaoru opened and closed her mouth several times before she answered, “...Stay.”
Kenshin nodded, softly caressing Kaoru’s cheek with his own cheek, he moved his face to her face, nuzzled noses, and then softly, very softly kissed her.
Kaoru’s legs suddenly felt weak, her head swam in a deliciously dizzy manner; she gasped through her nose when Kenshin kissed her.
“Kenshin...?”
Kenshin looked at Kaoru, and she looked deep into his eyes. They were not a hard gold that they had been for the past several months; no, they were soft for her, and light filled them more than she had ever seen. She could see the love there, but he never said it to her. Never.
“Say it, please.” Kaoru begged in a whisper.
“Say what?”
“Tell me what I see in your eyes.”
Kenshin opened his mouth, but no words came out; no confessions of love could he utter. After moments passed, and still nothing was said, the demon looked thoroughly miserable, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I--I can’t, Kaoru.” Kenshin said, shaking his head while it hung in shame. “I’m sorry.”
Kaoru placed a gentle finger on Kenshin’s lips.
“It’s okay, Kenshin,” Kaoru said genuinely. “I can see it, and you can see in me, I love you, too.”
“It’s not enough...” Kenshin said, and he turned away, but suddenly Kaoru grabbed his haori and yanked him back to her, and she placed her lips on his lips, a little more rough than how he first kissed her, but still gentle.
“Then show me you love me.” Kaoru said, and kissed him again.
Kenshin groaned, wrapped his arms lovingly around Kaoru and pulled her closer to him. One hand moved up to support her head while he leaned her back a touch, causing her to open her mouth a little, and he could finally gain access.
When they pulled their lips apart, Kaoru looked at Kenshin with such loving, genuine, innocent eyes that the demon wanted to break.
“Kenshin, have you ever done this before?”
Kenshin thought deeply about the answer to the question for a few seconds. Sure, he had possessed many humans to rape and kill afterwards, but he physically never had made love before.
“No, I have not.” Kenshin answered honestly, and Kaoru did not show one hint of doubt. She believed him so freely that if he had been lying, she still would have believed him. Kenshin could not keep himself from being amazed at her blind trust.
“Kiss me again.” Kaoru whispered, and Kenshin obliged.
He lowered them both to the futon, sitting next to each other as the fingers on both their hands laced the other ones hands. Kaoru was as inexperienced at making love like Kenshin, but she looked at him with trust and devotion as if they had both done this together a hundred times.
Kenshin brought a trembling hand up to Kaoru’s head bow, and he unlaced it from her head, allowing the shinny, raven hair to be free to move, and it pooled around her like a veil. Kaoru also performed the same act for her lover, and she ran her hand through the red mass, amazed at how soft it was.
“Kaoru..” Kenshin whispered softly, and he caressed the back of his trembling hand against her cheek so gently, as if she were made of porcelain.
Kaoru cupped her hand on Kenshin’s left cheek, feeling the roughness of the scars she had given him. She had undone her curse on him in hopes that his unemotional state would cause her love for him to die. It did not happen; he stayed in love with her, and that caused her to realize the love he had for her was not based on physical attraction, but genuine love.
Kenshin gently grabbed her hand caressing his cheek, and kissed the palm of the same hand. He looked back at her, his gold eyes almost shining with the full moonlight outside the window.
“No regrets tonight, Kaoru.” Kenshin said, and he pulled her close to him again.
“Kenshin...” Kaoru whispered lovingly, and her lover started to clumsily untie her obi and date-jime belt.
Kaoru smiled as Kenshin muttered about how tight the cord-like belt was tied. Of course, his hands still trembling did not help that factor, and Kaoru placed gentle hands on Kenshin’s almost frustrated hands. She was trembling the same as he was.
Kenshin did not realize his breathing was rapid, and he took a few gulps of air to calm himself. Kaoru really could not blame him, for he had been a virgin for millions of years, just like herself. Kaoru untied the belt herself as her lover untied his hakama belt.
Kaoru looked at Kenshin, her face had a light blush on her cheeks as he grasped the silky kimono fabric, and pulled it off her body. Kenshin raised an eyebrow when he saw she had an under kimono on, and he would have to work those close off her body.
Kaoru could not help but smile at the annoyed face Kenshin gave, and she pushed his haori off his body with the under juban as well, exposing his bare chest. Kaoru’s tiny blush increased more as she looked over her love’s skinny, but well-muscular body.
“Like what you see?” Kenshin asked in a deep, husky voice. He had seen the look in her eyes when she saw him, and it told him that she wanted, desired him, and it caused him to become more aroused.
Kaoru could not trust herself to answer, so she simply nodded, her blush increasing. Kenshin grabbed his lover’s white juban, trying to remember to be gentle, but the way she looked at him was causing him to be more rough, more wanting.
“Let me see you, now.” He pulled her juban off her body, and rolled his eyes. The sight of her perky breasts was blocked from his eyesight by an infernal thing called a “bra.”
Kaoru giggled at this, receiving a halfhearted glare from Kenshin. She quieted her laughter, reached behind her, unhooked her bra, closed her eyes, and pulled it off. After a moment passed with her chest exposed, and nothing happened, Kaoru opened her eyes to see Kenshin staring, not at her breasts, but into her eyes.
“Why do you doubt yourself?” Kenshin asked, granting his lover another deep kiss. “You’re beautiful.”
Kaoru’s lips trembled, and Kenshin gently caressed her face, and his hand then trailed down her soft, creamy neck, to her shoulder, half way down her arm, stopped, and then to the side towards her breast. She was not large, but well endowed with pink nipples that responded to Kenshin’s touch.
Kenshin sighed in ecstasy; he had never expected that touching Kaoru would bring him so much pleasure. He rolled his thumb around her small nipples, testing, and she responded with a pleasurable sigh.
“Kenshin.” Kaoru breathed, and he felt a wave of pleasure roll up his spine, just from hearing her say his name.
He wanted to try more, so he pulled her to him, laid her on the futon, and placed his mouth on the innocent, pink nipple. She moaned softly in her throat for him, her hands caressing his back. Kenshin had never known pleasure, like the kind he was feeling, existed. There was no pleasure in hell, and so he never sought it.
Kenshin took his hakama pants off, and laid next to Kaoru, moving his hand on her stomach, enjoying the feel of goosebumps rise on her skin. His hand rested to the side, where the ugly scar he gave her still existed on her beautiful, flawless body, and he hated himself more.
Kaoru placed a hand on Kenshin’s hand, kissed his palm, and said, “No regrets tonight, remember, Kenshin?”
Kenshin gave a small smile, nodded once, and kissed her lips tightly, though still gently. Kaoru took the last of her under kimono off, save for the tabi, and her blush increased more when Kenshin stared at her naked body, and she looked at his.
“Damn, the gods have no right to claim you.” Kenshin said, his voice more husky with desire and love. She was beautiful, flawless. Perfection he had never known was right here in front of him, and he had the pleasure of seeing it with his own eyes.
Kenshin laid back down beside Kaoru, his caressing hand going deeper, and Kaoru’s trembling increase, as did the nervous excitement in the pit of her stomach. His hand gently nudged her legs for access, which she granted him.
Kenshin felt another wave of pleasure up his spine when his hand made contact with Kaoru’s vagina. He experimentally caressed her entrance and stroked her clitoris, the tiny nub that was the pleasure source for all women.
Kaoru gasped, then released a shaky sigh. It felt good, like a massage, only better; more pleasurable, and leaving her wanting more. Her lips parted, and she let out a soft moan, her hands seeking to caress her lover.
Kenshin kissed Kaoru again, and her hand gently caressed his penis, and it was his turn to moan. Kaoru turned over so they were laying on their sides, facing each other, kissing, caressing, and moaning.
“Kaoru.”
“Hm?”
“Roll over.”
Kaoru obeyed, and she rolled over to her back, and found Kenshin on top of her. He positioned himself so his penis sought the entrance of her vagina, and again, another wave of pleasure rolled up through his body at just the brush of their most sensitive organs touching.
Kenshin placed the tip of his penis firmly at the entrance of Kaoru’s vagina, and he pushed forward. She was so small, he wandered why he had so much resistance from getting through. Kaoru gave a small cry of pain, and Kenshin stopped.
“It hurts?” he asked, not knowing it would hurt a woman the first time.
“Hai..”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Kaoru nodded; of course Kenshin did not know. He only knew the nasty side called, “sex,” which existed of rape, prostitution, incest, and pornography.
They were experiencing the beautiful side of it, loving each other, taking their time to know the bodies of one another.
“It’s okay, keep going.” Kaoru said, and Kenshin did just that, only more gently, pushing all the way through, and breaking her hymen.
“Kaoru...” Kenshin whispered, kissing her mouth gently, and then tenderly rocking back and forth. He sighed, the pleasure was amazing, almost indescribable.
For Kenshin, the pleasure was all around his penis, and it flowed from his sensitive organ, shot through his body, and back down to his penis, only to repeat, because he had already thrusted up again.
For Kaoru, the pleasure was inside, starting at the entrance of her vagina, up though her body, and back down to the entrance.
Kaoru opened her mouth and let out a moan, not caring who heard her because it felt so good, and so right to be making love to Kenshin.
Kenshin kissed Kaoru again, still humping in and out of her vagina. Kaoru moaned louder, the shifting of her lover’s body caused his penis to rub against her most sensitive nub, and the extra skin under his penis, which came with all men, seemed to increase the pleasure.
“Oh... Kenshin...” Kaoru moaned out, and he wrapped his arms around her body in a hug, supporting her head with his hand, and his thrusts increased.
Kenshin moaned low in his throat, the pleasure was hot, making them both yearn for more. Kaoru wrapped her arms tightly around his body as if holding on for a ride.
The hunger for pleasure increase; they needed each other, wanted each other, to become one with the other. More, more; Kaoru and Kenshin moaning against the other’s lips; more! Up and down, in and out, building and building. More!
Kaoru’s whimpers and cries, which Kenshin no longer cared to cover with his mouth; it was music to his ears, fueling the fire, making it known to him that he was pleasuring her well. More! Increased thrusting, his penis rubbing against her clitoris, pleasure increasing, breathing increasing, blood pumping though their bodies at a faster pace.
Sweat glistened on their bodies, their cries for one another was answered with another thrust. More! Pleasure crashing through their bodies, rising, rising, at the breaking point. One more thrust, one more thrust. Yearning, unyielding, loving.
Kaoru felt something like a trickle on the inside of her thighs, but inside her flesh, and it pooled down to the entrance of her vagina, and shot through her body at such a rapid rate, it left her body convulsing, her vagina in pleasurable spasms, her mouth open, but no sound would come out, and then release.
Kenshin grunted, his orgasm close, a few more strokes, Kaoru went through her third orgasm; on the third stroke, his body allowed him the release it was seeking; his lover felt the trickling of his seed spilling inside her.
He collapsed on Kaoru, trying to support his weight on his arms, but failed. When he tried to get up, to keep from putting his weight on her, Kaoru wrapped her arms around Kenshin, pulling him back on her.
“Oh, that was amazing...” Kaoru breathed, vaguely aware of the party still continuing downstairs.
“H-Hai...” Kenshin agreed, rolling off beside Kaoru, and this time she let him. “So tired...”
“Then let’s sleep.” Kaoru said, cuddling up beside Kenshin, and he wrapped his arms around her body, both of them drifting of into pleasant, deep sleep.
To Be Continued...