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Atonement	By : twistedgirl Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer- I don’t own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the awesome characters, nor do I make any money from the writing this story.

Chapter Four

            “Sit,” Enishi ordered.

            Kenshin complied, gingerly lowering himself to the ground, trying his best to disguise his pain.

            “Closer,” Enishi snapped, before shoving a rice ball into his mouth and chewing as though he hadn’t eaten for a week. This bento, purchased from a vendor just outside the train station, had been the first food he’d eaten in days. He’d also bought the jug of sake near there.

            Kenshin scooted closer to the man’s side. He was surprised when Enishi shoved the jug of sake toward him.

            Enishi turned to him. “Drink,” he ordered with his mouth full.

            Kenshin took the jug and held it for a moment, confused. But when Enishi glowered at him, he took a few swigs before handing it back.

            Enishi continued to eat his lunch and kept the sake flowing for his enemy, occasionally swilling some himself. After numerous large gulps, Enishi found his hatred had subsided to at least a more tolerable level, which was as he’d expected. He wasn’t really sure what he was doing, he’d just thought that sake might numb Battousai’s pain, so the man wouldn’t complain about what Enishi had planned for him. Not that he was worried about Battousai feeling pain; he just didn’t want to hear any complaining. That’s all.

            For Enishi, someone who usually ate alone and rarely drank alcohol, drinking with Battousai, his sister’s killer, was a surreal experience. In fact, if this man wasn’t the cold-blooded murderer who’d taken his sister’s life, Enishi may even have considered it to be...not unpleasant to share a drink or meal with such a high caliber swordsman—though the man was obviously below his own skill level. For a fleeting moment, he felt a stir of nostalgia, reminded of the meals he’d shared with his sister when he was young, though her food tasted much better than this mediocre vendor’s foodstuff.

           As Enishi forced Kenshin to partake in drink after drink, Kenshin wondered what the man was trying to accomplish. Already, he felt the numbing effects of the alcohol in his system. Was Enishi trying to get him too drunk to fight? That thought spurred Kenshin into action.

            “Enishi,” Kenshin broke the long silence. “Can we talk this out? I don’t think I can take any more pain today–”

            “I knew you were weak,” Enishi scoffed with a deranged grin as he turned to face him. He set the jug down. Now that the food and drink were nearly gone, there was nothing left but for Battousai to experience more of Tomoe’s revenge. Having guzzled copious amounts of sake, Enishi felt unshakable and more relaxed each minute that passed.

            Kenshin sighed, “You still want to play games?” He slowly stood up, swaying a bit from the effects of the sake. He was frustrated with trying to placate his late-wife’s brother, who obviously had no intention of ever listening to what actually had happened between him and Tomoe. Emboldened a bit by the alcohol, he calmly asked, “You want to abuse my body for the next 6 days? You want to hurt me? Have sex with me? Is that what it’ll take to get you to leave my friends out of this?” he asked as he clumsily tugged off his kimono, baring his chest. Next, he untied his hakama, letting it drop to the floor.

            “Then do it,” Kenshin continued as he removed his fundoshi, leaving himself completely naked. “Take this body, Enishi, if that’s what you think will bring peace to your sister’s soul.”

            Enishi flashed a murderous glare as he jumped to his feet. He wavered unsteadily and thrust his finger toward Kenshin. “That pathetic body isn’t worth anything to me!” He frowned at the alcohol’s negative effects on his coordination.

           Kenshin stood his ground. “Are you sure?” He had to play this right, to get Enishi to understand. “This body may be the last remaining physical tie to your sister, besides yourself.” He didn’t flinch at Enishi’s deadly stare. “So go ahead, punish me until your pain dissipates.” He stood naked, arms at his sides, staring Enishi down. “And what will you do after that? What will you do when I’m gone? After your revenge is complete?”

            Enishi quaked with rage. He wanted to brutalize the man, but now that Battousai had offered himself for the taking, there was no gratification in it. And at this point, standing upright seemed a challenge.

            Kenshin now could see that Enishi looked quite haggard. The man appeared as though sleep had evaded him for days. Even behind his glasses, the redness in and around his eyes was telling. His usually sparkly turquoise eyes were dull. He swayed on his feet.

           “Okay, then,” Kenshin finally spoke. “Let’s sit down and talk.”

            Enishi turned away and plopped to the floor. God, he hated this man! He slumped forward. “Go!” As much as he wanted to hurt the man, he lacked the energy at the moment. “Get the fuck out of here!”

            Both stunned and relieved by Enishi’s reaction, Kenshin painfully dressed. Not surprisingly, Enishi didn’t look at him. Kenshin grabbed his sword and turned to look at the man who still hadn’t budged. After several silent moments, he walked to the doorway. But he couldn’t just leave without saying something. He had to keep trying to get through to his brother-in-law. “I’ll bring lunch tomorrow if you still want to meet,” Kenshin announced. “Perhaps we can talk this through.” When there was no reply, Kenshin walked back to Enishi and took a closer look.

            To Kenshin’s surprise, although in a seated position, Enishi seemed to be sleeping or passed out. His hands rested on his knees and his head was slumped forward. Rage was exhausting, Kenshin decided. He walked over and very gently eased the man sideways to lie back onto the floor. Too much alcohol, he deduced. Next, he removed Enishi’s glasses and carefully folded them and placed them beside him. The man had finally worn himself down.

            Kenshin studied his sleeping face. Without the anger etched into his expressions, Enishi’s resemblance to Tomoe was quite uncanny. The shape of their eyes, their nose, and other features were very similar. An overwhelming sadness filled Kenshin’s heart. He’d ruined this man. He’d destroyed Enishi’s life and extinguished Tomoe’s simultaneously with a single slash of his sword. Everything bad Enishi had done, the people he’d hurt—Kenshin was to blame for all of it.

            Kenshin skimmed his fingers across Enishi’s muscular shoulder. He couldn’t just leave him alone again. He’d already done that once after he’d accidentally killed Tomoe. Following her death, Enishi had been alone for the most part. Kenshin felt renewed determination to save Enishi. That’s what Tomoe would want him to do, and he would, at any cost.

            At that moment, he noticed the bead-shaped earring dangling from Enishi’s left earlobe displaying the yin yang symbol. Kenshin studied the emblem thoughtfully—a symbol representing two polar opposites that complement one another; in ancient times represented as the dragon and tiger, both identical in strength. As a practitioner of Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu, Kenshin could be the dragon. Are you the tiger, Enishi?   If so, then Enishi should know that neither the tiger nor dragon can defeat the other as both are equal.

            Kenshin remained at Enishi’s side, the silence interrupted only by Enishi’s soft, even breaths. Although Enishi despised him, he couldn’t help but feel bonded with the man. Their lives had been intertwined for so long. And he wasn’t lying to Enishi earlier when he’d spoken of possibly being the last physical tie to Tomoe for Enishi, because he felt the same way about Enishi. Enishi was, for him, the last physical tie to his late-wife. And realizing this, how could he ever turn his back on anything or anyone that was a part of Tomoe?

            Kenshin’s concern deepened as Enishi slept restlessly. The man repeatedly called out Tomoe’s name and mumbled unintelligibly. Kenshin understood these nightmares, as he’d had many of his own. He brushed a few strands of hair from the man’s forehead with the back of his fingers.

            Kenshin yawned.



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            Enishi rolled over, still groggy. He’d had another dream of Tomoe—this time the one where he’d been sick as a child and she’d laid beside him all night, stroking his hair until he fell asleep. What time was it? Where was he? He sat straight up, panicked. He squinted in the late-afternoon sunlight that poured in through the doorway. There, sitting beside him, asleep, was his enemy. He hopped back on his butt. What the hell was going on? Why was Battousai sleeping beside him? And when had he, himself, fallen asleep? His eyes darted around the room. Had anyone seen this?

            His gaze returned to Kenshin. Was this man crazy? Did he have a death wish? Why would he sleep next to his enemy—an enemy who’d promised to make him suffer? Obviously they’d both had too much sake. His cheeks heated when he remembered how the man had stripped and offered himself to him. What nonsense! Clearly, Battousai couldn’t handle his alcohol. Shameful!

            But despite the ridiculous request from Battousai, Enishi actually had wanted to fuck him. That’s the part that infuriated him. These feelings of physical longing were new to him, and he needed to get a hold of them before they got out of hand. Up until these past few days, he’d never craved pleasures of the flesh. But now, his body was turned against him; yearning for more. This new carnal hunger consumed him like a disease, sapping his ability to focus on anything else.

            Enishi’s brow furrowed as he remembered the man’s words from earlier. Battousai may indeed be the last physical remnant of his sister’s life, besides himself. That, they both had in common. But Enishi wanted to be the only one. He wanted Tomoe’s smile all to himself.

            Just then, Enishi felt a hand on his leg. Had Battousai been awake this whole time? He yanked his leg away. “Don’t touch me,” he snarled. He turned to get up, but the man had grabbed the side of his pants.

            “Wait,” Kenshin said.

            Enishi turned, irritated, to shove him. Their eyes met, but strangely, Enishi felt compassion in the man’s gaze. Annoyed, he smacked Kenshin’s hand away. “I have to go. I have an attack on the Kamiya dojo to oversee,” he sneered as he grabbed his glasses and lunged to his feet. Flustered from being caught off guard, he bobbled his glasses, nearly dropping them before managing to put them on in a huff. He grabbed his sword and strode to the doorway.

            Kenshin’s heart sank. There was no getting through to Enishi! “I guess there’s no reason for me to return here then,” he sighed. He rose to his feet just in time to be seized by the shoulder.

            “You WILL return tomorrow!” Enishi bellowed with a crazed look. He kicked the empty sake jug, sending it soaring into the wall and smashing into pieces. “You don’t and I’ll be at the dojo tomorrow! You understand?!”

            Kenshin nodded, wide-eyed with shock.

            “Good!” Enishi snapped and stormed out. No mischievous grin this time.

            Kenshin stood in stunned silence for a few moments. What was that about?

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            Back at the mansion in Yokohama, Enishi immediately retreated to his room without a word to the others. He plopped onto his chair and let his head fall against the back—eyes closed. His thoughts were a jumbled mess. What was happening to him?

            “Where were you today?” a muffled voice called down from the ceiling above him.

            Enishi didn’t bother to open his eyes. “That’s none of your concern, Mumyoi,” he replied with a chilly smile.

            “Perhaps not,” the voice retorted, “but you’ve been acting strangely the past few days.”

            “Is that so?” was Enishi’s bemused reply. His smile faded slightly. Was his internal turmoil that apparent to the others?

            “I don’t recall asking for your observations,” Enishi curtly added.

            Battousai’s comments had really gotten to him today. Without Battousai left to hate, he knew he’d be content, but what would be next for him? He’d already made plans to leave his position as head of the Shanghai mafia. But for some reason, these past few days he felt increasingly lonely and isolated. His sister smiled still, but he felt unsettled.



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           The next morning, while the others trained in the dojo, Kenshin created a small lunch of rice balls, salted salmon, and pickled daikon. He carefully laid out the meal for when his friends were ready to eat, before packing a few of the extras to take with him to meet with Enishi. He hoped things with Enishi would improve today. He wondered if this all was a lost cause, but he couldn’t give up. Somehow it had to work out.

            “What are you doing?” a man’s voice behind him caused him to jump.

            Kenshin turned to see Sanosuke. “Ah, you startled me,” he breathed.

            “Are you meeting with someone?” Sanosuke asked, peering over his friend’s shoulder.

            “Uh...yeah,” Kenshin mumbled. “But don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” he added.

            “I could go along,” Sanosuke offered.

            The color drained from Kenshin’s face. “N-no, that’s alright. Thanks though, Sano.” He turned and left, hurrying away before his friend could say anything more. He had to fix this thing between him and Enishi soon, before his friends realized what was going on. Before he rounded the corner of the dojo’s property, he turned to see Sanosuke still watching him. An uneasiness washed over him as he picked up his speed.

            By early afternoon, Kenshin arrived at the shack with lunch, just as he’d promised. Enishi was sitting on the floor where he always sat. However, today, he seemed more preoccupied than angry, and noticeably fidgety.

            Kenshin sat beside him and without a word, handed him the bento he’d prepared. The man snatched it and dubiously surveyed the contents before taking a small nibble from a rice ball, as though he didn’t trust Kenshin. Again, Kenshin questioned his own motives for returning. Why was he doing everything the man wanted? Was it only for Tomoe and her brother? He hardly recognized himself lately, feeling as drained as Enishi looked. Even back at the dojo, his thoughts were always on Enishi. He knew that sexual inexperience was Enishi’s weakness, but now he felt guilty about planning to use that to get through to him.

            “I guess that woman’s not too bad of a cook,” Enishi grumbled after sampling some of the other items in the bento.

            Kenshin managed a slight chuckle. “I’ll tell her you said so. That’d be the first cooking compliment she’s ever received.” He looked at the floor before adding, “She’ll never cook as well as...,” his voice trailed off.

            Enishi shot Kenshin an inquisitive look. This close proximity to Battousai already had his heart pounding. Could Battousai sense these conflicting desires roiling within him? Is that why he tortured him by continuing to return each day—why he continued to submit to him?

            “You insisted I come back today,” Kenshin finally spoke. “Why?”

            A spasm of irritation crossed Enishi’s face. The man dared to ask such a stupid question?! “Because I’m not through with you!” He swatted the remaining food, sending it everywhere. “You think bringing me lunch will make up for what you’ve taken from me?”

            “No, that’s not what I—” Kenshin stammered.

            Enishi dove at Kenshin, tackling him to the cool, hard dirt floor and clambered atop him. “You only have five days left and your debt hasn’t been paid!” he roared with a keep-your-mouth-shut look. “Not if you want your friends at the Kamiya Dojo to be spared!”

            Kenshin now understood—the growing bulge pressed against his upper thigh made it quite clear what Enishi had in mind. He had to abate the man’s rage here, in this place, to avoid a confrontation at the dojo where someone would certainly be hurt. And although he hadn’t yet seen the man’s sword skills, he knew they’d be formidable; maybe even equal to his own. Fate had bound them both with the same tragedy, and although each had taken a different path, they were still both forever connected. He was the only one who could save Enishi!

            Enishi yanked off the man’s obi and hakama. “Tomoe demands your suffering and so do I!” Enishi snarled. He had to focus on revenge. He couldn’t let Battousai get the better of him again. Last time, too much sake had foiled his plans, but now, he was in control. He tugged the man’s fundoshi off, leaving him naked except his kimono, which now splayed out at his sides. “I want you to feel what it’s like to lose everything!”

            Kenshin felt the blood rush to his face as Enishi violently stripped off his clothing. Time moved in slow motion; Enishi’s flushed face, his smoldering, predatory expression—Kenshin felt like this man’s prey.

           “You don’t think I already know how it feels to lose everything?” Kenshin protested. “That’s why I fight so hard to protect—”

           “Protect?!” Enishi snapped venomously. Battousai’s words were like a knife in his chest. “What about my sister? You don’t protect! You kill!” He ripped open the sash on his silk pants and tugged them down, freeing his rigid flesh.

           “You’re wrong, Enishi,” Kenshin uttered with a level stare. “That’s why I’m here. I’m here to protect my friends.”

           Enishi’s heart raced with exhilaration as he forced Kenshin’s legs apart. He felt Tomoe’s smile of approval. “No, I think you’re here because you like to suffer,” he retorted through heavy breaths. He grabbed Kenshin’s knees and pushed them up to his chest, spreading them wide apart before settling between them.

           “Wait!” Kenshin blurted, stopping Enishi in his tracks. He thrust his fingers into his own mouth, coating them with saliva. Before Enishi could react, Kenshin grasped Enishi’s swollen cock, gently sliding his fingers to spread his saliva down the shaft, which prompted a sharp gasp from the man.

           Enishi’s heart flip-flopped when Kenshin’s wet, warm fingers grazed his sensitive flesh like a jolt of electricity. For a moment he couldn’t breathe as he stared saucer-eyed at his enemy. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

           “So it won’t hurt so much,” Kenshin quietly explained as his face burned.

           Too shaken to speak, Enishi slapped Kenshin’s hand aside. Whatever the man was trying to do, he was wasting his time! With an unsteady breath and renewed determination, Enishi buried himself deep inside Kenshin. He pretended not to notice Battousai’s soft moans. The tight warmth of his enemy’s body pulled him in, lulling him with promises of ecstasy. But he couldn’t let himself enjoy this, so like a wild beast, Enishi began thrusting rough. His enemy’s body tensed beneath him.

           This was Kenshin’s chance to take control. Since Enishi refused to hear words, perhaps his body would listen. He slid his hands down the silk material of Enishi’s shirt to grasp the man’s naked hips. Ever-so-gently, he pushed and pulled, leading him into deeper, slower rhythm. All the while, Kenshin’s fingertips lightly stroked the man’s smooth skin. He felt every shiver of the man’s body.

           “You are weak,” Enishi taunted between heavy breaths. He’d allow the man to control the tempo for now, but only because he didn’t want to break him yet. What did it matter anyway? The man was being humiliated either way. And Enishi wanted to see him in misery for as long as possible.

           Enishi tucked his chin to his chest as he already fought to maintain control of his rage-fueled lust. This time was somehow different than the last. His body was electrified, with an intense heat already building within his gut. He gritted his teeth to suppress the sounds that fought to escape his throat. I’m only doing this to hurt him, he told himself over and over. However, his body disagreed.

           Even at this pace, in this position, Enishi could tell his large size was difficult for Kenshin’s body to take. Battousai’s pale face already glistened with sweat and his lips quivered with each drawn-out, raspy groan as he writhed beneath him. Enishi let go of the man’s thighs so as not to penetrate so deeply, but not as an act of mercy he convinced himself. Mercy would be stopping, and he wasn’t about to do that. He leaned forward to rest his forearms on either side of Battousai’s head as he took on a gentler tempo.

           Kenshin’s heart broke for this man. Such anger! How could someone subsist on pure rage and an obsession for revenge alone? His eyes misted at the mere thought of such an existence for his late-wife’s brother.

           Overcome with compassion, Kenshin wrapped his arms around Enishi’s shoulders and pulled him down closer to nuzzle his neck—a tender touch he knew Enishi was unaccustomed to. But he wanted to show Enishi that this act was supposed to be beautiful and pleasurable, and never something to punish or hurt another person. Ever.

           Enishi’s heart skipped when he felt Battousai’s hot breath and lips on his neck. His body tingled wildly at this foreign sensation.

           “You shouldn’t have come back here,” Enishi panted. “You know I’ll hurt you.” His enemy’s teary eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed a minute ago.

           “I know,” was Kenshin’s quiet reply.

           “Then why?” Enishi uttered breathlessly. “Oh, that’s right, to save your friends,” he mocked.

           “And you,” Kenshin added, panting.

           Enishi’s rhythm momentarily paused at those words. His skin prickled with a feverish heat. His heart hammered in his chest.

           “The only way you can save me is to suffer and die!” Enishi snapped, trying to push Battousai’s words out of his mind. His cheeks still sizzled.

           “You shouldn’t have come back,” Enishi repeated, his voice degenerating to a low rasp. If only Battousai would’ve stayed away, he could’ve just attacked the dojo as planned instead of agonizing like this. No matter how many times he told himself he didn’t want to see his enemy, he couldn’t believe the lie anymore.

           Unable to restrain himself any longer, Enishi grasped the back of the man’s head, entangling his fingers in the man’s long, red hair. His body yearned for release. He’d repeatedly played out this scenario in his head these past few days, until he couldn’t sleep, eat, or even train. All he could focus on lately was Tomoe’s smile and Battousai’s body. Had Battousai put a spell on him? Had he put a spell on Tomoe? That must be it! But despite that possibility, he couldn’t push the man away.

            Kenshin had half-expected to feel like a doll at the mercy of a clumsy child, but Enishi was apparently a fast learner. Worse yet, each thrust now sent a shiver of pleasure through him. He couldn’t let himself get swept away. This wasn’t right. He had to hold out. Kenshin hadn’t expected to lose control like this. Had he been fooling himself the whole time? He gazed with half-lidded eyes at the face of the man whose flesh filled him, creating this heavenly friction. Enishi’s ruddy face glistened with sweat—his lips parted sexily as he gasped for breath. The man’s glasses, slightly askew and barely resting on the end of his nose, only accentuated the ravenous stare of the man who was set on devouring him; flesh and soul.

            Kenshin slid his hands up the back of Enishi’s neck. The man’s skin was hot and sweaty. The time had come to teach his brother-in-law a final lesson of intimacy—the special final key that would change the dynamics of everything they’d been doing. With trembling fingers, Kenshin slipped off the man’s glasses and dropped them aside. When Enishi opened his mouth to protest, Kenshin pulled him closer to gently kiss him. He would scold himself later, he decided, for this heinous act of perversion with his late-wife’s brother because there was no going back now. He had to break through Enishi’s defenses.

           Enishi let out a muffled groan as Battousai’s hot mouth astounded him. When his enemy’s tongue slipped into his mouth, he nearly lost himself. Shaking like a leaf, he hungrily accepted the man’s searing kiss, mimicking every caress of the man’s tongue. His fingers tightened into Battousai’s hair, pulling it back to tilt his chin up as he took over—savagely plundering the man’s mouth. Their heavy breaths intermingled, drowning out everything else as he thrust feverishly into his enemy. Battousai’s fingertips were like fire as they caressed his neck. How did the man make him feel this hot?

           Kenshin clung to Enishi as his heavy breaths were consumed by the man’s kiss. The cold silk of Enishi’s shirt sliding against his bare chest did little to cool his ardor. Unable to hold back any longer, he squeezed his eyes shut as the heat within him erupted onto his abdomen. He let out a quivering moan as his body shuddered in his brother-in-law’s embrace.

           Enishi gathered the smaller man into his arms, his mouth crushing against his enemy’s in a bruising kiss. Battousai’s fingers raked down his back. Enishi finally surrendered to the passion building inside him. A rasping groan tore from his throat as he came deep inside Battousai—unable to stop until every last drop of his essence had been sapped. He held him close for a while, both of them frantically panting for breath, before carefully laying him back onto the floor. Chest heaving laboriously, Enishi peered down at him. The man, breathless and flushed, lay lifelessly, obviously too exhausted to move. His stomach glistened with the hot liquid of his release, his cock still semi-erect. This was nothing like anything he’d ever experienced. This definitely wasn’t like before. Had he just had sex…for pleasure? His blood ran cold.

           Kenshin tried to catch his breath enough to say something, but Enishi abruptly pushed away with a strange expression on his face that Kenshin had never seen before—something between horror and bewilderment.

           Head reeling, Enishi pulled his pants up and quickly tied the sash. Without a word, he grabbed his glasses and sword and rushed out the door, leaving Kenshin confused and alone. What had he done? He felt sick! Was this what Tomoe wanted? Still, despite what he’d just done with their nemesis, she smiled. He had to hurry so he could stop by the river to wash away any evidence of his weakness before he returned to the mansion. What special power did Battousai possess to manipulate feelings like this? Forgive me, Tomoe, I, too, was taken in by his trickery...

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           Kenshin wiped himself off with the bottom of one side of his kimono and slowly dressed, still in shock about what had just transpired. He cursed himself failing Enishi again. How had he let himself be swept away in the moment like that? Was he so desperate that he enjoyed having sex with Enishi? He’d continued to tell himself that sex was the only way to reach his brother-in-law, but he couldn’t pretend any longer that he wasn’t somehow strangely attracted to him—that he didn’t enjoy tenderly touching him. Was it because Enishi was the only person who could understand his past and pain, as he had known Battousai and grasped the horrors of what he’d done? And Enishi had many tragedies in his life as well. He and Enishi weren’t so different, as they were both on their own at a young age. Kenshin couldn’t help but wonder how he, himself, could’ve turned out if it hadn’t been for Hiko Seijuro taking him in and training him.

           Kenshin grabbed his sakabatou and headed for the door. He had a lot of soul-searching to do. As he exited the shack, he looked to the side and was stunned to see a familiar face. His good friend sat, waiting, against the outside wall.

           “Sano!” Kenshin gasped. “What are you doing here?!” How had his friend found him, and how long had he been waiting out there?

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to be continued...

Author’s Note- I apologize for the delay with this chapter. My computer died and I was without one for a while. But thank you so much for continuing to read this far, and again, thank you so much for the reviews. I appreciate them! Take care! ^_^
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