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Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version © N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics Created by Chiruken (me) and Miko were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

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RPG Collaboration Between Chiruken and Miko

Warnings: Alternate Pairing, Alternate Universe, Lemons, Violence and Bad Language.

Consider yourself Warned�

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Demonic Desires

Chapter 2

The Bidding

She shivered as countless lust-filled eyes roamed freely over her exposed body. She gagged, feeling the sudden urge to vomit, but held it in, forcing her features to remain impassive, expressionless despite the way her muscles quivered with the effort to remain standing tall and proud in front of the jeering throng spread out before her and to either side of her. She was sickened by the leering faces, the disgusting and lewd comments being hurled at her, the hissing, sibilant laughter of the supposedly highborn ladies. Her lips thinned as she felt a nearly suffocating urge to burn herself alive. She wanted to do something, anything that would get their hungry eyes off of her naked form. However there was nothing she could do. Her fate was set, her destiny laid out for her, as she stood naked, exposed, bared for all to see as she waited for the auction to begin. She allowed her gaze to move slowly over the crowd once, wondering with an odd detachment which of the disgusting pigs she would be calling �Master� before the end of the endless night. She looked to the side and saw her father sit at a table near the block she was displayed on. Her gaze moved to his right and she felt tears spring to her eyes as she saw her weeping mother sitting beside him meekly.

She was dragged from her thoughts by the stentorian voice of the little toad-like man standing behind his mahogany podium clutching the smooth handle of his walnut gavel in his pudgy little hand. "My Lords! My Ladies!� He began, his voice booming out over the crowd gathered in the cramped and poorly lit room. She wondered if the lighting was so poor so as to hide imperfections in the slaves being brought forward to be sold. �Tonight, honored and respected peers, brought before you for your viewing pleasure andilabilable for bidding, is a rare treasure, a prime jewel, a flower in the first bloom of spring just begging to be plucked!� She closed her eyes briefly as his words echoed eerily through her mind. She could feel bile rising up her throat, threatening to choke her. In that moment she thought she could easily, without guilt or mercy, murder the disgusting little toad. She opened her eyes again and watched his every move with a murderous gaze, barely resisting the urge to let her lips pull back into a snarl of impotent rage. Giving in to her anger would get her nowhere fast and probably result in a painful beating. She contented herself with tugging ineffectually at the chains encircling her slender wrists ifeebfeeble attempt to move away from the staring eyes following his hand gestures in her direction. �This sweet little thing was just recently tasted.� Her gaze snapped back to him. �Shall we say, fresh, my esteemed peers?� There were a few answering chuckles to his tasteless jest. �In any event, she was ultimately denied her Maker�s touch.�

She cringed, shoulders slumping in a futile effort to hide herself as much as possible from view as his last line gained the most attention among the males in the crowd�and to her horror a few females as well. She could almost hear their thoughts as their interest was piqued even further. She closed her hands into fists at her sides, clenching her jaw as she fought to hold back the insane urge to murder the little slime that stood beside her. Of course, he�d been nice enough to not shout out for all to hear just what class she now belonged to. He barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Oh yes, he�d been so nice and accommodating, the perfect gentleman in such an unbearable situation. The need to spill his blood grew within her as she turned her gaze away from his ugly features to survey the gathering once again. Her eyes were drawn of their own accord across the room to a barely lit corner where two figures wearing concealing cloaks stood with unnatural stillness. Her eyes widened as she felt her breath quicken. There was something about the smaller of the two, something that caused her heart to race wildly and a flush of awareness to steal its way up her throat into her face. Her lips parted as she caught a glimpse of golden eyes peering back at her steadily and she shivered, unable to suppress her immediate response to the countless promises revealed in that single, smoldering glance. She tore her gaze away from him forcefully and tried to gather her wits and composure about herself. What was that?! She thought almost desperately.

She swallowed with difficulty passed the lump in her throat, thinking dazedly that it might actually be her heart trying to leap out of her mouth and bounce across the floor to land at the feet of the golden-eyed mystery man. She could still feel his gaze on her, boring into her, seemingly trying to root out every secret she kept locked away and hidden in her heart and mind. She had the eerie feeling that maybe he could read her mind and see deep into her soul. She shivered and blinked in surprise as the words of the auctioneer broke through her daze. "The family of this rare beauty has asked for the opening bid to start out as 5,000 yen. You will, of course, agree that this is a fair and reasonable price.� His oil-slick tones made her feel dirty and she almost longed for the cleansing purity of the golden gaze again. �This delicious pet is still pure in body, My Lords and Ladies! Who will open the bidding for the opportunity to sample the delights of this forbidden of fruits, this rarest of treats? Who will sip first of the tantalizing and glorious purity mixed with raw power? Again, 5, 000 yen is the asking price��

She felt her heart rapidly sink, retreating from where it had been lodged in her throat to drop down to her toes as she watched in horror as word spread across the room, the Lords whispering eagerly as their eyes raked over her form with even more interest following the announcement of her innocent state. She felt a flush rise into her cheeks making her feel as if her face were becoming a beacon of mortification as several of the assembled Ladies began to take closer looks at her undressed body as well. She waited, breath held, as she wondered if anyone would raise their voice to ask the question she knew was foremost in everyone�s minds. Who would be the one to step forward and ask how she became what she now was if she was so pure and innocent?

She saw several mouths open to start the bidding and flinched inwardly, hating the circumstances that had brought to this point in her life. But above all, she hated her father for leaving her with no choice. The room suddenly became silent, eerily so, and a voice boomed out forcefully, echoing strangely in her mind with the opening bid and what she knew could very well be the last bid. "100,000 yen." She couldn�t hold in the gasp of surprise that burst forth from her parted lips. She blinked, trying to focus on the voice, searching through the sea of confused faces until her gaze finally rested on the corner she�d felt her eyes drawn to earlier. The concealed cloak had vanished, revealing the features of the taller of the two to all who were gathered. His smaller companion hadn�t removed his cloak as of yet though and passed the shadows of the hood she could make out the features of what appeared to be�a woman. She felt her eyes widen and was shocked to find herself staring at what appeared to be a woman. She felt her stomach flip at the thought that those mesmerizing golden eyes that inspired such fascination and the beginnings of desire in her actually belonged to a woman. She frowned in confusion, knowing that the voice that had offered such an exorbitant amount of money for her had belonged to someone very male. Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head slowly. Shorter than average he may be, but he was very definitely a male no matter how beautiful and fine his features may be. However, the placer of the bid could be no other than the tall man with short, spiky brown hair, his steady gaze intent on the podium and the auctioneer standing directly behind it clutching his gavel with white-knuckled desperation. Was he the one to make such an outrageous bid? She bit her lip, almost hoping that she was wrong in her assumption, that it had, somehow, been the smaller man who stood still as a statue with his eyes closed, a strange half smile playing about his lips.

"M-my Lord, s-surely you can�t mean�t-that amount of money is unheard of! 100, 000 yen for an untried slave, My Lord?� It seemed judging by the way the smoke filled room was buzzing with whispers that the auctioneer�s stupefied amazement was shared by many others gathered for the sale. She had to admit that 100, 000 yen was a small fortune and she had to wonder at what kind of man would spend it so freely on a lowly slave. She watched with wide eyes as the taller man bent to whisper something in his shorter companions ear and found herself holding her breath. Oh please�please�I want you to� She cut the thought off abruptly and stood a little straighter. What was she thinking? What was she doing hoping that the smaller of the two would place a bid higher than the strange spiky haired man�s already ludicrous offer? But still, even if he didn�t counter bid for her, she longed for him to open his eyes again, to look at her with his beautiful golden gaze. She wanted, if even only for one last time, to feel the warmth spread throughout her body, encompassing her very soul with the dazzling beauty of his powerful aura. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to wander, trying to will the limited power she had at her disposal to force her mind to think of something other than the actions that surrounded her�or the night a fortnight before, the night that sealed her fate and led her down the path towards damnation in the eyes of her father and peers. In her minds eye she saw again the golden-eyed man, but instead of rich gold, icy blue flashed through her mind followed by a feather light caress, a mere brushing of butterfly wings, against her mind, yet still, despite the lightness and briefness of it, she felt oddly comforted and even managed a small smile, knowing instinctively that it had been the man wthe the golden eyes who�d reached out and touched her mind in such a gentle manner. The gestures, so gallant and tender, soothed her fears of what was to come, what her uncertain future may hold, and the pain of her horrible, terrible mistake, her err in judgment that had cost her everything. The past cannot be undone, sweet raven. She gasped, eyes snapping open when the soft yet cool tones raced through her, touching on her mind and soul once again. She found her gaze drawn immediately to the man in the back of the room once again. There was uestuestion in her mind that he had been the one to speak to her in such an intimate manner.

Perhaps she�d been wrong�maybe the smaller man had been the one to place the bid in the first place. She felt a brief renewal of hope flood through her. Her hopes, however, were dashed the moment the taller man spoke again, reassuring that he was, in fact, the one to have made the bid in the first place, his deep voice echoing around the room. She frowned slightly, catching the hint of Power in his voice and wondered at it. He must be truly powerful for his very voice to be radiating it outwards. It took a moment for her mind to move passed his voice to focus on the words themselves whenwhen it did, her frown deepened in confusion. "My Lord wishes to inquire if his money is not satisfactory enough for the Keeper of the House."

"Your Lord?" Her own mind echoed the bewilderment evident in the toad-man�s tone. Her eyes widened even more, her lips parting on a startled gasp as the smaller man stepped forward and removed his cloak. She stared at the serene features of the smaller of the couple, the one who had appeared to be female, and wondered if this were the same person she�d felt staring at her earlier. Her attention was suddenly caught by the tall figure standing just behind her golden-eyed admirer. There was a collective gasp echoing around the room when he shook his head, his long, flaming hair falling around his shoulders, framing his face with warm brilliance. A tiny puckered frown drew her brows together as she stared at the man she�d been admiring earlier, hoping that he would place a bid on her yet, yearning for just one more glimpse of his beautiful, compelling amber eyes. It took a moment for her to realize that this was of whom the dark haired man spoke. This was his Lord! She tilted her head to the side curiously, wondering who he was and why he�d be willing to spend so much money on one slave. She became abruptly aware of the sudden silence in the room as all eyes moved to stare at the red-haired man stepping forward, expression calm and serene, eyes still closed and a small, almost gentle smile curving his lips upwards. She tensed, realizing with frightened shock that it wasn�t gentle at all, that the smile he wore was that of a predator stalking its prey and, quite frankly, she couldn�t blame the others for moving aside and looking away in fear. There was something about the man that made her hair want to stand on end, something that spoke of Power�Ancient Power�and even she knew better than to cross someone who could very well be an Ancient. And still she wondered at who he could be. Her eyes fixed on the way the lamplight shone in his hair; she jumped when the man standing beside her began stuttering in terror. �M-m-m-my L-l-l-l-lord! P=please forgive me! I meant no insult, I assure you.� The auctioneer�s spluttered apologies seemed to have the opposite of the intended effect on the smaller man. His mouth tightened almost imperceptibly, his expression hardening, yet still his eyes remained closed. �Lord Battousai�s patronage is a great, great honor to this humble servant�� She tilted her head to the side, her csionsion growing as the silence became deafening, the Lords and Ladies shuffling their feet, shifting away from the small man standing amongst them. Why? Why are they so afraid? Who is he? Is he�important?

~*~To Be Continued�~*~

Page Total:: 6

Word Count:: 2703

Started On:: 1/29/04

Finished On:: 1/30/04

Author�s Notes Below::

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