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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Words you may not know:

*Kodachi – Medium size sword (wakizashi).

*Sakazuki – Flat saucer-like cup.

*Haori – Hip or waist high kimono coat.

”I am here only to make a delivery, so get your filthy hand off my wrist!” Mochi Hana pulled free from the firm grip a tall scrubby man had on her.

The man was surprised when Mochi Hana exhibited her ability to break free from the tight hold. Most women would cower under brute force, the man thought. “I have to check you out before letting you go any further,” the man grunted close to her ear. Where is the regular carrier?”

Mochi Hana took a step back from the man and said cringingly, “You not only look bad, you smell bad.”

The man grunted and eyed the bold little woman suspiciously.

“Look, either you’ll keep your boss from getting this, or let me see him. It’s your call. I don’t give a gripping carp-fish either way, but if I deal, I do it with him alone.”

“The man grunted again and muttered, “Wait here.”

Dingy place, dark and damp, Mochi Hana critically inspected the run down building. It can’t be all that bad, she thought, at least someone’s keeping a garden in the middle of this place. The place still sent a chill up her backbone. Drugs, and humanity’s grime, they seem to fit together well, she thought.

Moments later another figure approached Mochi Hana, along with the same grungy, smelly guy she first encountered upon her arrival.

“Who are you?” The second man asked.

He didn't seem any better off than the first man she met, but by then, all Mochi Hana wanted to do was deal, and leave that dark sinister looking place and be done with it.

“Look, I’m not here to share my credentials! Either you want to complete this deal, or I’ll be on my way.”

“I’m afraid it is not as cut and dry as you think. You are here with opium, but yet give no information about yourself, or where this stuff is coming from. Tell me the specifics and I’ll relay the message to the boss.”

At that moment a carriage arrived at the gate. More men investigated and entered the area where Mochi Hana stood with two men following him.

“Fancy meeting you two handsome creatures in slum haven,” Mochi Hana said to the two puzzled men on their way in. “I came early to square the deal but these idiots haven’t a clue as to who I am, I thought you cleared everything, Horie-san.”

“Hmn,” Horie replied and walk over to the two men in the garden. “I made very sure everyone of our customers were aware of the merger and your team taking over. The fact that these men are ignorant is simple.”

Horie crossed his arms in front of him and with blurring speed crouched down and sprung up exposing a kodachi in his right hand, spins in mid-air and lands between the two men.

“Simple because, they are not the men we normally deal with,” Horie finished his sentence.

The two men both held their hands up to their jugulars in futile attempt to stop the sudden copious rush of blood. They both staggered a few feet into the garden and collapsed, one on top of the other.

Serizawa and Mochi Hana both had their tantou and wakizashi drawn, knees bent, ready for anything. Serizawa nodded to Mochi Hana and Horie and the three of them split up and took different directions as they enter the building.

Mochi Hana was first to encounter two more men, two rooms down from the bloody scene she just left. With a loud shout, the two men attacked with their katana held high above their heads.

Both high... Mochi Hana thought, time to go low. She dropped to the ground and tumbled over her right shoulder and passed the two men on either side of her. The men were not prepared for such an action from the quick woman. They were both caught off guard and slow to respond, turning the event in her favor. Mochi Hana instantly sprang to her feet behind them and slashed right and left with her wakizashi cutting deep into the backs of her opponents.

Horie and Serizawa entered the room in a rush, responding to the unmistakable sounds of cries of confrontation and agony. They found the two men on their knees and Mochi Hana standing above them. She reached down, took a handful of hair between her strong, but slim fingers and yanked the man’s head back with force. She laid the wakizashi’s blade against the wounded man’s throat as he expressed his pain loudly.

“What is this about?” Mochi Hana demanded an answer from the terrified man. “Who are you people?"

The man refused to talk but stared up at Horie and Serizawa standing in front of him who were waiting for answers. Suddenly, the man choked as scarlet red exploded from his mouth and the same color abruptly sprayed forth from his neck as Mochi Hana separated his flesh with her blade then released the man to let him fall face first in his own liquid before him.

Quickly she grabbed the second man the same way and placed the cold wet steel against his neck. “Talk scum, who set us up?”

The man trembled for his life and sputtered out, “We’re Tokyo police! We have already taken this ring down this morning and did not expect your arrival today. Please spare my life. My wife, children, they expect me…” The man stopped in mid-sentence when Mochi Hana released him and stood to her feet.”

“I am not surprised that the police are cracking down on us. They are aware of our merger, I’m sure of it,” Horie said as he took a quick step forward and released a speedy blow to the remaining wounded man. Horie’s wakizashi dripped with the man’s blood, which urged Horie to swing and snap his wrist. The scarlet liquid was hurled off of his blade and splattered to the floor beside him. “Make sure there are no survivors.”

Horie looked over at Mochi Hana. He admired the young woman who was now covered with the crimson mist of the men she released from this world. His eyes narrowed as he tried to place her in the right segment of his mind. He walked over to the bodies hunched over in their own dispensed essence and examined the wounds on their backs. They were precise, calculated, down to clipping, but not severing the spine.

“I recognize your deliberate technique, Mochi Hana,” Horie turned to face her.

“What do you mean?”

Horie pointed at the wounds on both of the dead men’s backs, “The depth of penetration, the angle of your blade and your nicking the backbone just barely rendering them useless, but yet leaving them both with the ability to talk to be interrogated. I know your style."

Mochi Hana walked closer to Horie as if trying to understand what he was trying to say. “I’m not sure I know where you’re going with this, Horie-san.”

“Whatever it is,” Serizawa interrupted. “It'll have to wait to be understood, we best leave this place!”

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“If Aoshi agreed to relocate, we can count on him to do the shinobi work for us here,” Saitou said as he gathered up the papers that he covered in his brief meeting with Cho.

“Well, I’m hoping he’ll be doing that part, it would cut my job on the inside in half,” Cho said motioning a karate chop in front of Saitou to illustrate his meaning.

“Now that we’ve covered everything on the agenda, I would like to discuss one last detail with you,” Saitou leaned over the table and slipped the papers into a folder.

Cho gulped hard, expressing his nervousness. “I thought you were going to let that pass.”

“I am disappointed in you Cho, I thought you would at least heed my warning about getting involved with the woman.”

“But…Fujita-sir, I am not getting involved. Uh, at least I’m trying my god-given best not to lead the lady on. I mean… I'm not jumping into the sack with her, or anything cross-eyed stupid like that.”

“Would you not admit to succumbing to tailing her?” Saitou questioned and looked Cho straight in the eye. “What is the reason behind your behavior, Cho?”

At that moment Sano walked through the room from the bedroom. “Don’t mind me, I’m thirsty,” Sano said as he slipped by wearing a yukata of Saitou’s that was barely secured in front flashing his long shapely legs and smooth chest as he walks by.

Cho raised an eyebrow at the scanty scene.

Sano returned with a bottle of sake and a few *sakazuki and sat very close to Saitou and brushed Saitou’s knee with his as he crosses his legs to join the two in their meeting.

Cho grinned. “Thanks buddy, you couldn’t have picked a better time to bring this. I almost got my ass chewed just now.”

“Oh, is that right?” Sano laughed, “You owe me one then.”

“Cho, it will be your ass on the line if you should choose to pursue Mitsu, and your life will be on the line if Horie has even a suspicion.”

“Sir, I understand that, but if you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you risk your life to feel a little bit of that sweet thing called love?”

Sano agreed and nudged Saitou’s knee with his own. “Come on, cut the guy some slack. No use standing in the way of love, right?” Sano handed Saitou the sakazuki and then poured Cho one as well.

Cho chuckled as he inspected Sano’s neck and said, “Well I don’t blame him for being insensitive since I can plainly see that Fujita-sama is getting his share of lovin’ by that huge bite on your neck.”

“Huh?” Sano reached up to the side of his neck and rubbed on it. “Oh yeah, this. We had some ‘making up’ to do since I fucked things up last night following you around to spy on that woman.”

“Look, Mr. Full-of-shit,” Cho said defensively. “You may as well admit it now that you were the one who wanted to spy on them.”

“Enough you two morons,” Saitou snapped at the two. “Cho, I withdraw any previous orders to distance yourself from Mitsu. It’s your life, and your decision. But be aware that you have been warned in regards to Horie.”

“Well, well, it does seem that Fujita-sir has managed to find some heart in that big ole chest of his. I take it that the Rooster-Head is good for something besides just taking up precious space on this planet.”

“Fuck you, Broom-Head,” Sano chuckled out loud knowing that Cho’s observation was right on the mark, but didn’t want to let Saitou see that he and Cho bonded the night before and had become friends.”

“If there’s nothing else, Fujita-sir, I best be getting back to the demands of the under-world,” Cho gulped down his sake and placed the sakazuki back on the serving tray. "If they all decide to go out for supper, I need to be there to drive them. I can’t have Horie think I’m slacking.”

“Yeah, right…” Sano tossed his head back to scoot his bangs from his eyes, lifted his bows and added, “…you just want to be close to that tempting morsel you were following last night.”

“Maybe so, but don’t tell my boss,” Cho nodded and then stood to make his exit. “It is time for this crime fighter to get back out in the sewer of the world and prevent the bad guys from fouling up Japan!”

Saitou shook his head, rolled his eyes and watched the foolish man exit his home.

“I take it that you let Cho in on your involvement with me?” Saitou assumed.

“Well, I couldn’t hide the fact that seeing you with that woman made me want to jump off a tall bridge into the rocky depths below. I guess he sort of figured it out for himself.”

“I see,” Saitou said as he took a good look at Sano looking quite delicious dressed in his yukata. “And I see you’ve also made yourself at home with my wardrobe.”

Sano chuckled, “Oh, this. I kind of like it, but don’t you think it looks different on me than it does on you?”

“Hmn, I agree, I’d much rather look at you than a reflection of myself in it.” This time Saitou gave Sano a thorough mapping leaving not a trace untouched by his eyes.

Sano felt Saitou’s eyes on him almost like a physical touch. Sano looked back up at him. "Getting an eyeful, Saitou? Are you enjoying the body-view?"

Saitou huffed, looked up and down Sano’s form with an uninterested expression. "Think much of yourself, Sanosuke?" Saitou let his eyes roam slowly down Sano’s body, then raised them to meet a defiant glare. "Just get on the zabutons, my work day has officially ended and I would like to stretch out and drink the rest of this sake."

Sano smirked. "Whatever you say." He was on his feet in no time and left the bottle of sake behind. “Oh, bring the sake with you!”

“Ahou,” Saitou followed the excited young man seemingly in Sano’s aft wind current.

Saitou made himself comfortable amongst the many zabuton and pillows kept piled up in the far corner of the room. It was one of Saitou’s enjoyed collections.

Sano watched the wolf manage his collection with much finesse and realized Saitou’s smile. The young man thought on how wonderful the majestic wolf was, with his broad shoulders and strong arms. His muscles flexed and ripple through his shoulders. Sano’s stare stationed at the corner of Saitou’s mouth when he noticed how much he adored Saitou’s smile.

“What are you looking at,” Saitou leaned back into the propped up pillows and peered at Sano from the corners of his eyes.

Thoughtfully, Sano observed. "I've always loved your smile, Saitou. Makes you beautiful. Also makes it damned difficult to remember how dangerous you can be."

Saitou frowned, “I smile a lot.”

“No you don’t. You smirk and sneer," Sano corrected the older man. "I'm talking about a full smile showing the whites of your perfectly straight teeth,” Sano said as he pointed to his own pearly whites as an example.

“I see,” Saitou murmured and moved closer for a better look. “Perhaps your whites taste as good as they look?”

Sano didn’t have to wait for another suggestive invite. He promptly took his pointer out of the way and pushed himself closer to Saitou and fixed his eyes on the wolf’s inviting mouth. Saitou reached out a hand to take Sano by the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

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“I think it would be wise if I take a place of my own if I do take Saitou up on his offer to relocate here. At least for the duration of the case,” Aoshi said as he assisted Kenshin in the main house’s kitchen preparing themselves a meal for the evening.

“Do what you must Aoshi, but please know that you are welcome to stay at the dojo. There is plenty of room here, as Miss Kaoru has been away most of the time assisting other dojos in teaching the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu style.”

“How do you mean that Kenshin? How does my staying at the dojo affect us?”

“Well,” Kenshin said, placing the tantou he was using to cut daikon with on the table. “It is because of us that I am reminding you of the invitation for you to stay. It is even more desired by me.”

Aoshi smiled at Kenshin noticing how sincere the ex-hitokiri seemed to be in wanting Aoshi to remain close by. “I feel the same desire.” Aoshi stepped closer to Kenshin. “It is as though I cannot get enough of your spirit inside of me. When I have some of you, it only makes me desire more.”

“Does this mean you will be relocating?”

Aoshi took Kenshin by the wrist, swirled the smaller man around so Kenshin’s back met the wall and leaned into him. “Only ifyou wantme to relocate.”

Kenshin fidgeted beneath Aoshi’s weight a little realizing that Aoshi indeed has him pinned to the wall. “I cannot tell you what to do, Aoshi. It is an action that you must discuss with Misao as well.”

“I don’t think I like that answer, Himura-san,” Aoshi frowned. With his right hand Aoshi grasped Kenshin’s left wrist and placed it above Kenshin’s head where Kenshin’s right wrist was already pinned to the wall by Aoshi’s left hand. Aoshi placed his left hand over Kenshin’s two open palms and held them above Kenshin’s head pressing them hard against the wall.

“Tell me you want me here, Himura,” Aoshi demanded quietly, lustfully.” Aoshi’s right hand trailed down Kenshin’s left arm, over his shoulder, up his neck and to Kenshin’s lips. “Tell me, Himura.” Aoshi slid his hand and cupped Kenshin’s chin and lifted his face, so to look into Kenshin’s eyes. Aoshi let his eyelids drop, tilted his head slowly, as if to smooth out his movements and appear fluent, then bent over to set his mouth just shy of Kenshin’s ear. “Tell meeeeee,” Aoshi breathe hotly into Kenshin’s ear and down his neck.

How could this be? Kenshin’s mind echoed as if his thoughts are bouncing off the walls inside of himself. How can Aoshi stir me again in this way? It is as though he knows exactly what I want, what I need.

“Will you tell me?” Aoshi began to toy with Kenshin and pushed his left knee into Kenshin’s groin, “Or should I slowly squeeze it out of you… hmmm?” Aoshi leaned into Kenshin applying slight pressure against Kenshin with his knee and began to rock his knee in attempts to stir the smaller man to speak.

“Do you want to live without this, Himura-san?” Aoshi placed a kiss on Kenshin’s neck.

The smell of Aoshi next to him, the sound of his breathing and puffs of short breaths upon his neck when Aoshi spoke to him sent wave after wave of sensations through Kenshin. Can he live without this? What should Kenshin call this?

“Passion,” Kenshin let the word drift past his lips as though he was experiencing rebirth, tasting life inside of him for the first time in such a long, long time. “Passion,” Kenshin moaned for the second time, but there was urgency to the word. Kenshin had practiced discipline throughout his youth and adulthood as a swordsman, but this… “I cannot live without,” Kenshin sighed in surrender.

Aoshi leaned into Kenshin once again, but this time, he kissed the lips that admitted to needing passion, Aoshi’s passion. “So, this is what you cannot live without Himura-san… Hmmm Kenshin?”

“Hai! I want you here… I need you to stay,” Kenshin looked up at Aoshi realizing that Aoshi also had the same need. Deep down inside of him, Kenshin saw it through Aoshi’s eyes.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I set the men up at their posts and they will be there all night to make sure we won’t have anyone poking around where they’re not welcome,” Horie said in an irritated voice.

“Hai,” Serizawa nodded, “I shall do the same when I return to post.”

Horie glanced over to Mochi Hana and made his way to her side. “Now tell me, where did you learn your arts?”

Mochi Hana smiled as if thinking back on good thoughts. They are indeed good; everything about her childhood was sweet, except for the ongoing battles that she had to endure. “All the children in my village practiced the arts at a very early age, because we were constantly at war with surrounding villages and we had to be prepared for anything. Eventually, my village was destroyed, but thanks to some very loving elders, I was rushed away into the mountains and lived in caves until dear Noboru-san took me away to share my life with him.” She looked over at Serizawa and smiled happily.

“Your family?” Horie asked in a very serious tone, paused briefly and then abruptly changed his direction. “Wait, you don’t have to answer that."

Both Mochi Hana and Serizawa turn their eyes on Horie. He looked flushed, in need of a drink, and suddenly drained.

“Horie-san? Are you alright?” Mochi Hana set her hand upon Horie’s arm. Hisomu-san?

Horie responded by taking Mochi Hana by her shoulders. “Mountains… and a river flowing between them? Mochi-san, are you familiar?”

Now, it was Mochi Hana’s turn to lose her color. The pinkish hue of her cheeks drained away instantly, as if her essence was being pulled from her. She tried to keep her balance, yet found it impossible to steady herself. Horie was quick to pull the fainting woman close to him and break her fall. Serizawa was just as quick to help ease her down to the storefront’s floor.

“What the hell is going on here?” Serizawa blurted out in his struggle to comprehend the scene before him. “Horie-san, explain this!”

Horie slipped off his *haori, rolled it into a ball and slipped it under Mochi Hana’s head. Horie then slipped one arm from his kimono and undergarment, he then turned slightly until he was sure Serizawa had a straight on view of Horie’s shoulder. “This look familiar?” Horie asked raising one brow.

The sight stunned Serizawa. “You!” Serizawa looked down at Mochi Hana as well, “Mochi-san,” the stupefied man gasped.

At that moment the bewildered woman moaned and stirred. “You…you are…” Mochi Hana looked at Serizawa and tried again to speak. “He… he is…”

Serizawa cut her off, “Do not exert yourself at this moment, Mochi-san, we shall allow Horie-san to clarify."

“If I am correct in saying, I believe that, well… It is obvious that Mochi-san and myself are from the same village. As she described it, I remember it so.” Horie took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “I also remember that our village suffered a great attack from an opposing village, which finally devastated us. I am sure the enemy left me for dead. I was able to find my way through the carnage after it was over and fled to the city fending for myself on the streets. Some fled into the mountains as Mochi-san described. Nevertheless, I had never seen my sister again… Until now.”

Mochi Hana looked at Horie with tear filled eyes and said, “Until now, I have not seen my brother. I thought you did not survive the attack!” She managed to sit with Serizawa’s help. “What are the odds, Hisomu-san, that we should meet again?”

Serizawa was amazed at the odds working out the way it had. He struck at his lap producing a loud bursting clap and raised both hands above his head as a cheer. “It is a good omen! Our merger, and now this! It was meant to be!”

Mochi Hana and Horie agreed and join in the cheer. The three were a sight, seeming to be filled with drink, but yet were totally sober. It was obvious their cries were due to the jubilant event, but the onlookers who passed the storefront could only guess at what motivated the trio’s behavior.

Moments later, Cho entered the storefront and became a witness to the hysterical celebration. To see the three in glee had Cho obviously bewildered, for the sight of Horie practically lost in the emotional state was indeed a shock to see.

“What gives?” Cho wasted no time in asking.

At the same time, Mitsu announced her curiosity as well, as she walked down the stairs from the second floor.

Horie gestured to Mitsu and walked over to the noren to part it open. “Come! We will fill you both in on the good news, but let us be on our way to celebrate!”

“Hai!” Serizawa was the second to agree and stepped toward the exit.

“Hell, I won’t argue, I’m all for celebrations!” Cho said excitedly and practically skipped toward the door.
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