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Burned in Memories	By : PinayTiger Category: Rurouni Kenshin > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Notes: Nothing of
importance. ::Sigh::

Burned
in Memories

Chapter
1

In
His Arms

By
Pinay Tiger

Night. The dawning of brilliant
stars scattered even more luminously across a blanket of black, beclouded by
ugly pillows of gray, allowed the moon only a small sliver of grizzled white
lining. Kaoru had been walking on a stretch of green for some time now, her feet
steadily swishing through the grass.

The pitter-patter of the skies'
tears was about the only thing piercing through the silence. And Kaoru's slow
trudge across the lawn before her wasn't helping any from keeping her lithe
form getting wet. Then again, her mind was focused on something else. She
stopped. She could've continued her broken trek across the sea of green,
lumbering just as impatiently and just as swiftly, but thought against it.
Drops of crystalline orbs gathered on tresses of black. She looked down at her
shoes. The laces tattered. The brown leather broken and lined. Damn. Nothing
remained the way it should. Not him, not who she used to be, nothing.

The thunder was trumpeting through
the heavens, and the rain was definitely pouring harder. Kaoru bowed her head
and closed her sapphire eyes. Standing there, her mind ran freely. She
remembered the first time she saw him - a bundle of red hair, soft amber eyes
with immense intensity. She remembered the first time he touched her, his hands
brushing feathery kisses to her creamy flesh. A beautiful demon, she
once told herself.

Kaoru couldn't hear him coming, but
knew better. He didn't speak when he approached; yet, a dreadful silence fell,
a silence which the creeping paralysis of terror gripped her. Yes, he was her
third shadow, and in that awareness, she found dark comfort. That in itself
sent an arousing shiver throughout her body, heating her skin. He was already
there, and in her realization was a simple rhythm, a jolt, of muscles
contracting. She opened her eyes, and tawny pools flicked to her sodden figure.
He gave her a questioning glance; she quirked a well-drawn
eyebrow but said nothing.

"It's getting cold," he
tenderly announced, sidestepping to face her.

"I know," she
affectionately smiled. "And what about you? Aren't you cold?"

"No."

Kaoru raised a delicate hand and
brushed back loose strays of wet hair. "Why are you out here?"

"Nothing�" he beamed.

"Kenshin?"

"I," he clarified, closing
the distance between himself and Kaoru, "was worried about you." He
looped strong sinewy arms around Kaoru's waist and simply held her in a strong
embrace, imparting comfort and possession and reassurance with his body even
wondering about himself. It felt like an eternity condemned to damnation without
her with him. And this beautiful woman he held reminded him of her clean-limbed
youth, of the velvety alabaster flesh as soft as silk to the touch, and the
opulently luxuriant locks of ebony lace.

"Oh?" He gave her a mock
glare after hearing the insensate tone drip from her voice. Until recently, he
had been aware of her only as an acquaintance. Kaoru smiled lovingly as his
hardened gaze turned to childlike mirth and amusement. "You're so
weird," she chided teasingly.

With bleak determination, he pressed
disquieting remnants of her being an acquaintance aside, reminding
himself she was his.

His fingers brushed delicately down
the long, narrow length of her back, nearly resting on her bottom. Before, she
thought, she would've never allowed him to touch her the way he did. But as of
late, she never questioned the ease with which she succumbed to the intimacy of
his touch. He eased his head down and rested his forehead against hers. A small
wisp of raven's-wing hair tickled his beautiful features. Smiling, he brushed
it aside. "Did I ever tell you your hair was so beautiful?" he asked
with feigned naivety.

"Let me see," she started,
burying her hands in his crimson hair. "About a million times? You
practically say it on a daily basis."

"Maybe because it's true?"

"You're such an idiot,"
she whispered.

Kaoru, he decided complacently, was
such a tease no matter what, her persona constantly adding radiance and
brilliance wherever she stood. And out of bemused curiosity for her sudden
small outburst, an eyebrow arched. "But you're in love with this idiot,"
he cocked his head to the side. And there was that adorable smile again, the
one Kaoru knew she always melted for.

"I know," she purred.

"Come, the rain's getting
worse."

The drone of the television set was
about the only thing that can be heard within the nearly unoccupied condo.
There was only a dangling figure with limbs spread across the leather sofa.
Just a while ago, Misao found her belly grumbling for food and rummaged through
the refrigerator. After feeling that her stomach was indeed sated, she sat back
with a sigh of repletion, sleep enfolding her warmly on the comfy couch. What
better way to start off a night?

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of knocking at the door
went unnoticed for a brief period. Misao's sleeping figure registered the
unwanted tapping, and the disgruntled girl responded with an inarticulate
mutter. She turned her body on her side with a twinge of irking discomfort. And
so she couldn't sleep. Sitting up resignedly, her slowly fluttering jade eyes
welcomed full night. The seemingly impenetrable darkness gave way before her
eyes adjusted to her accustomed vision. Soon enough, she was able to make out
the shapes of simple furniture - the contour of a small dinette; the protruding
shadows of many stools; the small coffee table before her. Her gaze was averted
to the window - to the light soft and welcoming, the milky illumination of both
starlight and the moon.

"The door's open," Misao
screeched.

The taping at the door continued.
"Come on, can't you hear me? I said: the door is open!" she grumbled.
Really now, wasn't screaming at the top of your lungs for the first time enough
to get your message through? In this case, unfortunately, it wasn't.

"I heard you the first two
times, Ms. Grumpy," Kaoru said as she stepped in the house smiling.
"You should lock the doors, Misao. I could've been a burglar or
something."

The younger woman turned her head
with the care of experience to look at Kaoru's face. She practically rolled her
eyes in annoyance at her friend's remark. Why lock the doors when it was too
much trouble? It always started in the same fashion: get up and off the couch,
then trudge miserably across a distance of - for who knew how long? - and then
end in going back to where you were initially situated. It was time wasted if
you asked Misao. She wriggled into a more comfortable position, turning her
back to her best friend. "Nah, I knew you were coming back. Plus you left
your keys on the table." She rolled to her side and peered over the
leather sofa. "Wanna finish watching this movie with me?"

Kaoru slipped her muddy shoes off
hesitantly, and then looked to the TV in front of her. What she wanted in fact
was a calm night to ease her stress away. "I don't know; what are you
watching?"

"Some Western. It was kinda
interesting in the beginning, and then I just dozed off a bit. Then you
happened by." A western? Of all the things the little weasel
could've chosen, it had to be a western. Not that it was boring, or
anything of that nature from Kaoru's eyes�.

"I'm feeling really tired right
now," Kaoru mused to herself. "So maybe I should go to bed."

"Come on, it's
still early!" Misao leaned over the edge of the couch and grabbed the
remote off the table. The nearly silent roar of a car pulling up to the driveway
caught Misao's ears. "I've called over some friends-" The doorbell
rang. "And here they are," she jumped, rushing to the door without
pause.

Kaoru rolled her eyes when
"Aoshi, you're here!" left her best friend's tongue. It was bad
enough that she had time to reenergize her, well, energy. That meant
there would be more noise, more bouncing and running around the
house, and more of the classic, "Aoshi, I love you!"

Drooping dejectedly, she walked to
the couch slumping into it. The whirr of laughter filled the room, and then
there was an occasional snort. A tall and brooding shadow cascaded over the
tired Kaoru. She knew darn well who it was, too.

"Hey, Missy. What's the
matter?" Sanosuke loomed over her and ruffled her bangs as if she were a
child.

"Sano," she growled.
"Stop that."

A huge pathetic grin played across
his once pursed lips. Grating on her nerves became something he had come to
love. It gave him something better to do than sit around whenever Misao and
Aoshi were together. "So," he started, "what's this I hear about
you and Kenshin? Misao and Megumi told me all about it! I knew my best bud had
something for you, but I never really figured he had the balls to go up to you
and ask you out. Must be something to be known as his woman."

"You mean you never knew?"
He took the seat next to her and shook his head in reply. "Didn't he ever
tell you?"

"Didn't bother," he
shrugged. "But I kinda knew all would end well. He's crazy for you, you
know that?"

Kaoru smiled. "He is?"

"Stop acting innocent. I know
you better than that."

She laughed sarcastically. "I
don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure," Sano snickered. A
comfortable silence blanketed the two, and Misao marched towards them dragging
a silent Aoshi with her. From the looks of it, he wasn't too proud to be
dragged a full fifteen feet by someone nearly half his height! Now that was an
odd thing to witness, to say the least. In his kendo classes, you give Aoshi a
couple of swords, he's practically undefeatable; you place a facsimile of Misao
in front of him, and you have him eating from the palm of your hand. It just
goes to show you that Misao's unique ability to be weird can just about rub off
on practically anyone. "How does that guy stand her? She's one of the most
annoying people on earth."

Crude words to say when Misao was
around. "I can hear you, bird head! Stop acting like I'm some inanimate
lump on the ground. I'm amazed Megumi puts up with you!"
Misao countered.

"I think he chose her because
of her spunk," Kaoru whispered into Sano's ear.

"Kaoru! I can hear you, too!
Gosh, stop acting like I'm invisible."

"Maybe. But that's still not
good enough for me," Sano responded.

She laughed. "They're good
together. I mean he's so darn quiet and Misao's�bubbly?"

"I guess, if that's how you
want to say things are between the two of them," he replied. "Hey,
Misao. Pop in a movie. My butt's hurting just sitting around." He was
already lazy as it is, and to have to say that sitting around doing completely
nothing hurt may have been the worst use of a hyperbole to ever escape Sano's
mouth.

The young girl turned her head and
stuck her tongue out. "Make yourself useful and do it yourself! Can't you
see I'm busy here?" She pushed Aoshi to the couch, and the tall stoic man
let her. His ice blue eyes flicked to a bouncy Misao and a small smile crept on
his profile.

"Yeah, yeah," Sano griped
standing up. Finally, he lost a battle to Misao. Sure enough, this would be the
first time, and most likely, the last -

Tap, tap, tap. Oh gosh, the knocking
at the door was annoying and Kaoru further understood why Misao had
yelled at her earlier. "It's open," she bellowed. "Just come
in." It fell silent, and then continued. She sighed, finally coming to
terms that if she weren't the one to get to it, no one would.
"Coming," she chirped.

Kaoru rushed to the sound of
pounding on wood, her long tresses of ebony silk fluttering behind her.
"Who is it?" she asked before proceeding to open. No one answered,
and she frowned. She took time to crack the door open enough so that her gaze
scanned through it wearily. Nothing.

"Was I supposed to announce my
name?" came a cool, rich voice. Warm honey eyes greeted her. "I
didn't really want to disturb you guys at this hour, especially with Misao's small
get-together."

"Oh, Kenshin! No, it's fine.
Everyone's inside ready for a movie," she said moving aside, opening the
door wider to allow him entrance. "Want to come in?"

He shook his head. "I'm not one
for movies at this hour. It's time wasted if you ask me. I came by to see what
you were up to." He traced the span of her hair with his eyes as she
turned for the door and slowly shut it with a definite snap. As her sapphire
eyes beamed to him, he presented half a dozen red roses to her. "I bought
these for you," he smiled.

Lost in senses, her eyes traced the
natural red velvet and silkiness of their petals. Damn, he was good when it
came to taking her breath away. A little flick of his wrist, a small smile upon
his face, and immediately he had her melting, her knees practically buckling
under her weight. She was at a loss of words, until she said, "Kenshin,
you didn't have to."

His eyes sparked amber. "But I
wanted to," he clarified without pause. "Remember the first time I
gave you flowers?" She threw her head back, her eyes closing momentarily.
He smiled; then he said, "Don't hurt yourself thinking too much." A
slight pause. "And, please don't throw them away like you did
before," he teased.

Her eyes widened, and that
oh-so-Kaoru flare sparkled in the depths of her blue jewels. "Now why
in the world would I do something like that? Sure, I may have
done that on one occasion when you snooped into my bedroom
through my window just to give me those flowers!" she countered lightly,
throwing an accusing finger at him. "And that didn't even explain why you
waited until morning to actually give them to me! You stayed there the
whole night," - she took a purposeful step towards him - "and watched
me sleep! You watched me sleep! In my own room!" - another
step was taken towards him - "and don't you ever blame me for
calling you a pervert, because, well, it's straight out true!" She blushed
soon after seeing the amused expression mask his eyes.

"But you liked it," he
snickered. "You know you wanted me there for more than one reason.
I'll be glad to name a few," he trailed off.

She was mentally slapping herself
now. But hey, that was part of the charm of Himura Kenshin!

She stepped into him and took the
flowers from his arms gingerly, sliding a free hand up the length of his bare
arm. "They're so lovely. Thanks." He nodded his gratitude and watched
her delicately place the flowers on the doormat. She returned to him, wrapping
her arms about his neck as a small sound of glee left her lips.

"I take it that you're
happy," he chided with gentle mockery, leaning her against the side of her
condo wall. "Those roses were a pain to get, even at this hour."

"Then why did you go through
the trouble?" she asked, eyes searching his.

He shrugged. "It wasn't any
trouble. I just wanted to do something nice for you is all." He leaned
over her bracing his arms on either side of her body, his amber eyes glowing
eerily in the darkness. Kaoru took a hand to touch his burnished copper hair,
and then her fingers stroked down the smooth planes of his beautiful face to
trace his jaw. He seized her hand apprehensively and brought her palm to his
lips. "I've been missing how you taste," he huskily breathed.

Possession laced his tone, and Kaoru
watched his eyes close and slowly open. He made no move to further touch her.
The postponement brought an agonizingly wondrous tension to coil from the pit
of her stomach. Looking into her eyes, he instinctively brought his lips to
hers, locking on to her mouth with a kiss of honeyed sweetness. She responded
hungrily, entwining her hands in his mass of red silk. They were like this in
each other's arms for a few minutes until Megumi happened by them.

"You know," she coughed,
"it's really improper to show public displays of affection. Get a
room." She eyed the two wryly and Kenshin leapt a good few feet from
Kaoru.

"M-megumi, what are you doing
here?" Kaoru asked shyly.

"Don't 'Megumi' me, you
raccoon. You both should go somewhere more private," she expostulated
brushing between the two. "Seriously, who makes out in front of their
house? Pretty childish if you asked me," she seethed bitterly.

Kaoru felt her cheeks get hot and
thanked the dark night for hiding the different shades of crimson staining her
face. She would've been better off making out in front of Misao, even with her
bouncing around, hooting and hollering, "Go Kaoru, go!"

She watched the older woman walk
with confidence into her house and shut the door hard soon after. Kenshin
again stepped into her.

"Kaoru." He smiled, -
disregarding that Megumi had seen them both - running his finger over her lips.
Her breath was speeding again; her blood ran hot. Sapphire eyes locked to
amber, and Kenshin's finger traced the silhouette of her bottom lip.

She sucked his finger into her
mouth, her tongue caressing. Even under the intensity of his longing and hungry
gaze, Kaoru steeled herself from profusely blushing, continuing the wickedly
sensual stroking of her tongue. It was enough to remind Kenshin of the symbolic
promise her touch had, until he couldn't control his blooming desire and traced
a hand across the hollow of her neck.

Placing her chin between his thumb
and forefinger gingerly, his breathing husky and shaky, Kenshin took her mouth
with his own gently at first. Kaoru's linking of her hands behind his neck was
encouragement enough for Kenshin to get lost in all sense.
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