Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: chibilaichi16 
A mysterious girl...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 290 | Status: Completed
A mysterious girl...
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 290 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X and all characters pertaining to it is personal property to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I do not receive any financial gain in making this fan fiction.
AN: I honestly have a dislike for Canon Character/Original Character parings, and I tried to think of any way to write this story without my own OC, but to no avail. However, due to my obsessive compulsive nature (more obsessive than compulsive), I just couldn’t make this story disappear from my head. I tried to work my way around it, but I just couldn’t find a way to write it using just Canon Characters; however, I only created one character of my own, Koishi (Koh-ee-shee). I have a feeling this story isn’t going to be one of my popular ones due to its content, so I finished it at a snail’s pace.
Rated: Strong R (I toned it down for ff.net, but if you want the descriptive story, then go to adultff.net)
Twisted Fate
Chapter 1
He spent years, sixteen years to be exact, trying to find a way to make his sister smile upon him once again. He was all but unsuccessful, although when he felt extremely discouraged and depressed, she would smile for him.
It was not the smiles he longed to see, no; they were smiles of encouragement, meant to aid him along in his conquest to atone for his sins. To keep going, keep struggling; until he has done all that he could to repay everything, and then some.
The question remains, however; how does one put a value on a single human life?
He rarely stepped a single foot on Japan soil since he left the Fallen Village, but he had no choice this time; he had to come back to his country of birth to seal a deal with one of the finest Japanese business men, or so everyone else thought. No one knew, save for a few, himself included, that the man was a crook and worked in illegal trades.
That was when he found himself, uninterested, in the secret auction that his partner in crime, for lack of better words, invited him to. How he ended up being dragged here was beyond his comprehension. He just guessed that he no longer had any argument left in him; a total ninety degree change from his twenty year old self.
He probably needed to kill time while waiting for the ship, which would take him back to China, to sail off; kill time without being recognized.
It was an exclusive club, reserved only for the super-rich, powerful, and elite. It was a club where you had to know someone who was a prestige, long time, well-known member. There were, of course, your common low dogs that scratched their way up the financial scale through dirty works.
He was no better of an example, having killed a very rich Japanese family in China to obtain his beginning margin of wealth.
He blinked himself out of that revere and he ran his hand through his spiky white locks. He remained focused on the auction; another girl, virgin, had been bought by a very wealthy, well-known Japanese government official.
The young girl, probably mid-teens, was carried out by the official’s servants, crying her tears that would never help her.
He closed his eyes, and sure enough, there was his sister in his mind; dark eyes unblinking, face straight, unsmiling, always.
What do you want me to do, Nee-san? Unsheathe my Watou and kill everyone here?
He did, of course, have his Watou sword wrapped in a brown rucksack with the rope cord that he held with his hand, slung over his shoulder; just as he had when he returned to Japan after his ten year self-exile.
“Hey, get a look at this hellion!” his Chinese business partner whispered to him.
Enishi looked at the two men having to carry the girl out to be auctioned off. Her screaming and un-lady-like cursing could be heard over even the rowdy group of lechers.
The poor girl probably had no idea that her fighting these men with her every ounce of strength only ensured their lust. These men love a feisty girl to break; it was a sick thrill to them, like a hunting game.
As she was held down by the men, and she got a few good punches and kicks on them, Enishi got a brief look at her.
The girl was a teenager, of course, with a simple pink spring kimono on; but what really caught his attention were her features. She had raven-black hair, which used to be tied in a high ponytail, but was dislodged during her struggle, causing her ponytail to become lopsided.
She looked strikingly familiar to Enishi, as if he knew her from somewhere, from someplace, that he could not recall. He was just prevented from studying her face with her struggling, and the other men crowding the way.
Should he help her? No, it was none of his business…
And there was his sister again, unsmiling, and her eyes closed to him in deep sadness…
“I hear on hundred thousand Yen,” the auctioneer announced. “Going once, going twice—“
“Two hundred thousand Yen.” Enishi announced with his hand raised so the auctioneer would know he was a serious buyer.
The other men murmured their surprise when the stranger with the premature white hair raised the bid another thousand. That meant he had money.
Of course Enishi had money, even on the run from the police sixteen years ago. He still had his business from China, still lived there since no Japanese official had any authority there and therefore could not touch him.
“I hear two hundred thousand Yen—“
“Two hundred fifty thousand five hundred!” another man shouted.
“Three hundred thousand.” Enishi auctioned.
“Three hundred fifty thousand nine hundred!” the same man shouted.
Enishi rolled his eyes, even though they were hidden behind the dark lenses of his glasses. He only wore them when he was in Japan, to hide somewhat of his identity, and when he became the other man he held within himself.
“Five hundred thousand one hundred.” Enishi calmly said.
The room was hushed, and the auctioneer just shrugged, waiting for someone else to outbid the white haired stranger.
No one did.
“Sold to…?” the auctioneer exclaimed as he tried to know the name of his new “best friend.”
Money always talked.
“No name,” Enishi said as he took the raven haired girl with a strong grip to her arm. “I just like young Japanese girls.”
Although he had no idea what he was doing; his Chinese clothes were a dead giveaway for anyone trying to locate the girl he just bought.
Enishi just hoped he did not buy trouble.
The girl struggled in his tight hold, so he had to temporarily pawn the girl over to his Chinese business partner to hold her so he could get his cash out.
He handed the wad of bills over to the auctioneer, and they briefly shook hands. The auctioneer, a typical human trafficking criminal, smiled at Enishi.
“If you ever need another high-spirited horse,” he whispered, and of course, Enishi knew he was talking about the girl he just bought. “You’re welcome here any time.”
Enishi nodded once to the man, and turned to leave. He grabbed the girl from his business partner, and walked out of the secret club as more girls were being auctioned off.
“Can I have a taste after you, Enishi?” the Chinese man asked.
“After I’m done with her, my friend, you won’t want her.” Enishi replied.
“What the hell are you two talking about?!” the hellion screamed.
Of course the girl would not know Chinese.
Enishi had learned both dialects when he lived there, struggling to survive as a boy. He had to learned fast and quick. He tightened his grip on the girl’s arm, and she gave a short, startled cry of pain.
“Shut up,” Enishi commanded as they made their way through the port. “If you don’t want to spend five days in a crate as we travel to China.”
The girl sucked in a short breath, probably out of shock, and she struggled more.
“No!” she cried, her wild streak finally breaking as tears rolled down her face. “I don’t want to go to China!”
Enishi inwardly sighed as he turned her to face him; both hands gripped both her arms, and one arm had the rucksack cord caught between her arm and his hand. It was a brief moment that he studied her face. Yes, she defiantly looked very familiar.
The shape of her face was oval, her chin was sharply narrow; heart-shaped, her ebony-black hair was messy, but Enishi could see how it would have looked in its high position. Within those ebony locks, she had drew locks, long and slim, reaching all the way to her shoulders. She had spiky bangs that almost overlapped her eyes.
It was her eyes, however, that was striking; they were a semi-cat-like shape, and some sort of blue shade, but around the pupils, they turned a different shade, but he could not name the color.
Very intriguing; very familiar.
“You’re coming with me to China.” Enishi told the girl in a dangerous voice. “If anyone asks, tell them you’re in an arranged marriage with me, and we’re going on our honeymoon.”
The girl’s lips trembled, but she nodded once. Hellion or not, she knew very well how to read people, and the guy who bought her was not the type of man to anger.
Enishi was satisfied enough to relax his grip on the girl, but not enough to allow her any room for escape.
They boarded the ship that would take them from Yokohama back to Shanghai, China, and the trio stood on the deck. No one bothered them, and no one looked up.
The girl thought of screaming for help, but as she looked about, she noticed the majority were Chinese. Would they understand if she screamed and made a ruckus?
“Don’t even think about it.” The white haired man warned her.
The girl’s eyes turned wild and desperate as the shipmen readied the ship to make her journey. Enishi knew what she was going to do as the girl looked at an elderly Chinese woman.
In a pitiful attempt to disguise his newly acquired hellion, he grabbed the band that tied her hair halfway up, yanked it out of her hair, grabbed her and crushed her to him.
He sealed his lips painfully on her lips as she made protests in her throat. Some people that saw them shook their heads in disgust, murmuring in a language that the girl did not understand.
Enishi, of course, completely understood what they were saying, but he did not care. He just needed this girl to keep quiet, and when the ship slowly started to deport, he finally released her.
She looked up at him, for she was a tiny thing, and scowled deeply at him, her face bright red from embarrassment and anger.
Her scowling reminded him of someone that he could not place. Yes, he definitely knew this girl somehow or at least knew a relative.
He released her from him, but remained close to her side as she went to the bow of the ship. Would she jump just to swim to the port?
The girl watched with immensely sad eyes as the country she was born to slowly drifted away. The sea breeze blew her dark locks around her like a cape, and as the sun set, Enishi swore he saw red highlights in the dark strands.
No, it was a trick of the orange hues casting their color off the sky.
He briefly felt a surge of pity for the girl as tears rolled down her eyes, and she whispered, “Sayonara, Land of the Rising Sun.”
To Be Continued…
O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O
Sayonara – formal “goodbye.” It’s different than other goodbyes, because it means you will never see the other again, whether it is a person, place or thing.
Enishi bought the girl for five thousand dollars ($5,000), a very high price for 1890s Japan.
AN: I honestly have a dislike for Canon Character/Original Character parings, and I tried to think of any way to write this story without my own OC, but to no avail. However, due to my obsessive compulsive nature (more obsessive than compulsive), I just couldn’t make this story disappear from my head. I tried to work my way around it, but I just couldn’t find a way to write it using just Canon Characters; however, I only created one character of my own, Koishi (Koh-ee-shee). I have a feeling this story isn’t going to be one of my popular ones due to its content, so I finished it at a snail’s pace.
Rated: Strong R (I toned it down for ff.net, but if you want the descriptive story, then go to adultff.net)
Twisted Fate
Chapter 1
He spent years, sixteen years to be exact, trying to find a way to make his sister smile upon him once again. He was all but unsuccessful, although when he felt extremely discouraged and depressed, she would smile for him.
It was not the smiles he longed to see, no; they were smiles of encouragement, meant to aid him along in his conquest to atone for his sins. To keep going, keep struggling; until he has done all that he could to repay everything, and then some.
The question remains, however; how does one put a value on a single human life?
He rarely stepped a single foot on Japan soil since he left the Fallen Village, but he had no choice this time; he had to come back to his country of birth to seal a deal with one of the finest Japanese business men, or so everyone else thought. No one knew, save for a few, himself included, that the man was a crook and worked in illegal trades.
That was when he found himself, uninterested, in the secret auction that his partner in crime, for lack of better words, invited him to. How he ended up being dragged here was beyond his comprehension. He just guessed that he no longer had any argument left in him; a total ninety degree change from his twenty year old self.
He probably needed to kill time while waiting for the ship, which would take him back to China, to sail off; kill time without being recognized.
It was an exclusive club, reserved only for the super-rich, powerful, and elite. It was a club where you had to know someone who was a prestige, long time, well-known member. There were, of course, your common low dogs that scratched their way up the financial scale through dirty works.
He was no better of an example, having killed a very rich Japanese family in China to obtain his beginning margin of wealth.
He blinked himself out of that revere and he ran his hand through his spiky white locks. He remained focused on the auction; another girl, virgin, had been bought by a very wealthy, well-known Japanese government official.
The young girl, probably mid-teens, was carried out by the official’s servants, crying her tears that would never help her.
He closed his eyes, and sure enough, there was his sister in his mind; dark eyes unblinking, face straight, unsmiling, always.
What do you want me to do, Nee-san? Unsheathe my Watou and kill everyone here?
He did, of course, have his Watou sword wrapped in a brown rucksack with the rope cord that he held with his hand, slung over his shoulder; just as he had when he returned to Japan after his ten year self-exile.
“Hey, get a look at this hellion!” his Chinese business partner whispered to him.
Enishi looked at the two men having to carry the girl out to be auctioned off. Her screaming and un-lady-like cursing could be heard over even the rowdy group of lechers.
The poor girl probably had no idea that her fighting these men with her every ounce of strength only ensured their lust. These men love a feisty girl to break; it was a sick thrill to them, like a hunting game.
As she was held down by the men, and she got a few good punches and kicks on them, Enishi got a brief look at her.
The girl was a teenager, of course, with a simple pink spring kimono on; but what really caught his attention were her features. She had raven-black hair, which used to be tied in a high ponytail, but was dislodged during her struggle, causing her ponytail to become lopsided.
She looked strikingly familiar to Enishi, as if he knew her from somewhere, from someplace, that he could not recall. He was just prevented from studying her face with her struggling, and the other men crowding the way.
Should he help her? No, it was none of his business…
And there was his sister again, unsmiling, and her eyes closed to him in deep sadness…
“I hear on hundred thousand Yen,” the auctioneer announced. “Going once, going twice—“
“Two hundred thousand Yen.” Enishi announced with his hand raised so the auctioneer would know he was a serious buyer.
The other men murmured their surprise when the stranger with the premature white hair raised the bid another thousand. That meant he had money.
Of course Enishi had money, even on the run from the police sixteen years ago. He still had his business from China, still lived there since no Japanese official had any authority there and therefore could not touch him.
“I hear two hundred thousand Yen—“
“Two hundred fifty thousand five hundred!” another man shouted.
“Three hundred thousand.” Enishi auctioned.
“Three hundred fifty thousand nine hundred!” the same man shouted.
Enishi rolled his eyes, even though they were hidden behind the dark lenses of his glasses. He only wore them when he was in Japan, to hide somewhat of his identity, and when he became the other man he held within himself.
“Five hundred thousand one hundred.” Enishi calmly said.
The room was hushed, and the auctioneer just shrugged, waiting for someone else to outbid the white haired stranger.
No one did.
“Sold to…?” the auctioneer exclaimed as he tried to know the name of his new “best friend.”
Money always talked.
“No name,” Enishi said as he took the raven haired girl with a strong grip to her arm. “I just like young Japanese girls.”
Although he had no idea what he was doing; his Chinese clothes were a dead giveaway for anyone trying to locate the girl he just bought.
Enishi just hoped he did not buy trouble.
The girl struggled in his tight hold, so he had to temporarily pawn the girl over to his Chinese business partner to hold her so he could get his cash out.
He handed the wad of bills over to the auctioneer, and they briefly shook hands. The auctioneer, a typical human trafficking criminal, smiled at Enishi.
“If you ever need another high-spirited horse,” he whispered, and of course, Enishi knew he was talking about the girl he just bought. “You’re welcome here any time.”
Enishi nodded once to the man, and turned to leave. He grabbed the girl from his business partner, and walked out of the secret club as more girls were being auctioned off.
“Can I have a taste after you, Enishi?” the Chinese man asked.
“After I’m done with her, my friend, you won’t want her.” Enishi replied.
“What the hell are you two talking about?!” the hellion screamed.
Of course the girl would not know Chinese.
Enishi had learned both dialects when he lived there, struggling to survive as a boy. He had to learned fast and quick. He tightened his grip on the girl’s arm, and she gave a short, startled cry of pain.
“Shut up,” Enishi commanded as they made their way through the port. “If you don’t want to spend five days in a crate as we travel to China.”
The girl sucked in a short breath, probably out of shock, and she struggled more.
“No!” she cried, her wild streak finally breaking as tears rolled down her face. “I don’t want to go to China!”
Enishi inwardly sighed as he turned her to face him; both hands gripped both her arms, and one arm had the rucksack cord caught between her arm and his hand. It was a brief moment that he studied her face. Yes, she defiantly looked very familiar.
The shape of her face was oval, her chin was sharply narrow; heart-shaped, her ebony-black hair was messy, but Enishi could see how it would have looked in its high position. Within those ebony locks, she had drew locks, long and slim, reaching all the way to her shoulders. She had spiky bangs that almost overlapped her eyes.
It was her eyes, however, that was striking; they were a semi-cat-like shape, and some sort of blue shade, but around the pupils, they turned a different shade, but he could not name the color.
Very intriguing; very familiar.
“You’re coming with me to China.” Enishi told the girl in a dangerous voice. “If anyone asks, tell them you’re in an arranged marriage with me, and we’re going on our honeymoon.”
The girl’s lips trembled, but she nodded once. Hellion or not, she knew very well how to read people, and the guy who bought her was not the type of man to anger.
Enishi was satisfied enough to relax his grip on the girl, but not enough to allow her any room for escape.
They boarded the ship that would take them from Yokohama back to Shanghai, China, and the trio stood on the deck. No one bothered them, and no one looked up.
The girl thought of screaming for help, but as she looked about, she noticed the majority were Chinese. Would they understand if she screamed and made a ruckus?
“Don’t even think about it.” The white haired man warned her.
The girl’s eyes turned wild and desperate as the shipmen readied the ship to make her journey. Enishi knew what she was going to do as the girl looked at an elderly Chinese woman.
In a pitiful attempt to disguise his newly acquired hellion, he grabbed the band that tied her hair halfway up, yanked it out of her hair, grabbed her and crushed her to him.
He sealed his lips painfully on her lips as she made protests in her throat. Some people that saw them shook their heads in disgust, murmuring in a language that the girl did not understand.
Enishi, of course, completely understood what they were saying, but he did not care. He just needed this girl to keep quiet, and when the ship slowly started to deport, he finally released her.
She looked up at him, for she was a tiny thing, and scowled deeply at him, her face bright red from embarrassment and anger.
Her scowling reminded him of someone that he could not place. Yes, he definitely knew this girl somehow or at least knew a relative.
He released her from him, but remained close to her side as she went to the bow of the ship. Would she jump just to swim to the port?
The girl watched with immensely sad eyes as the country she was born to slowly drifted away. The sea breeze blew her dark locks around her like a cape, and as the sun set, Enishi swore he saw red highlights in the dark strands.
No, it was a trick of the orange hues casting their color off the sky.
He briefly felt a surge of pity for the girl as tears rolled down her eyes, and she whispered, “Sayonara, Land of the Rising Sun.”
To Be Continued…
O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O
Sayonara – formal “goodbye.” It’s different than other goodbyes, because it means you will never see the other again, whether it is a person, place or thing.
Enishi bought the girl for five thousand dollars ($5,000), a very high price for 1890s Japan.