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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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“Aren’t you forgetting something Himura? You are tagging along with me, instead of the other way around! I refuse to stay here and wait until you find Lord Aoshi,” Misao protested. She stood along the side of Kenshin and gawked at the little inn before her. It turned out smaller than she imagined. There actually wasn’t much to it at all. It was a double level structure that could have easily been mistaken for a mercantile rather than an inn. The street level housed the restaurant where Kenshin and Aoshi frequented for meals and sake whenever they were in town. The upper level was obviously where the group of rooms was that accommodated the guests.

“Now, now Miss Misao,” Kenshin said rather tiredly. “I know you are anxious, and perhaps even nervous about confronting Aoshi, but it would be best if you are prepared to meet with him calmly. You will accomplish nothing if you are too emotional.” Kenshin sighed and wondered if the tiny-framed ninja girl even heard a word he said. “Miss Misao? Why don’t we sit you down for some calming ocha while I inquire if Aoshi is indeed registered here?”

The young lady’s heart was racing. Yes, she was truly nervous. The mere thought of approaching Aoshi with a personal matter had her trembling. Any type of confrontation with Aoshi was a matter of having to drum up, as much courage possible, for Misao was never able to read neither the man’s moods, nor the emotions he had for her. Their relationship always seemed, one-sided to Misao.

“This time, I think you’re right Himura,” Misao said. She looked pale and weak; her bold spirit was reduced to a meek, fragile child. “I’ll go and order some ocha, while you see if Lord Aoshi is here.”

Misao proceeded to enter the building from it’s front, while Kenshin walked around the side of the building to speak with the innkeeper. His curiosity was focused on how Aoshi was going to handle this situation. Kenshin knew that Misao loved the shinobi beyond fathoming. He didn’t want either of them to be hurt through what may happen.

Perhaps it would be best if he would just leave Aoshi and Misao to sort things out between them and go back to the dojo, Kenshin thought.

“Himura-sensei!” The innkeeper shouted from behind the noren, startling Kenshin out of his somber thoughts.

Kenshin looked at the innkeeper’s friendly face, the wide welcoming grin that cradled the man’s rounded cheeks set the ex-hitokiri at ease. Kenshin smiled back with a wide smile and asked, “By any chance would Shinomori-sama be staying at your inn?

“Indeed he is, but I am not sure if he is presently in his room at this time, but you are welcome to see for yourself.” The innkeeper paused to think for a moment, rubbing his chin between his index finger and thumb. He nodded and said with even a bigger smile, “Hai, you’ll find him in the number five room, if he is in.”

“Thank you very much,” Kenshin bowed. “I’ll inform the young lady who is an acquaintance of his. She traveled far and will be relieved we need not seek further.”

Kenshin had made up his mind. There was no reason for him to be present when Aoshi and Misao have their meeting. In fact, Kenshin was convinced that his presence would hinder Aoshi from being fair to Misao. Yes, leaving the two to work things out was the best thing for everyone concerned.

“Himura?” Misao sprung off her seat and came close to knocking the chabudai over in her excitement. “Lord Aoshi?”

Kenshin smiled and calmly said, “He is staying here, but the innkeeper couldn’t tell me if Aoshi-sama was presently in his room. I will leave that to you to find out.”

Misao’s smile on her face shown relief, but she was obviously nervous about confronting Aoshi. “Thanks Himura,” she nodded. “I’ll handle this from here. I’ll get a room and calm down before I see him.”

Kenshin sighed deeply and nodded. Although he believed he was doing the best thing for all concerned by leaving Misao there alone with Aoshi, he was yearning to approach Aoshi and work things out between them. He wanted to stay at the inn and reunite with his lover to set it all right again. He forced a smile and said, “I’ll be on my way then, Miss Kaoru is expecting tofu and fish from me when I get back to the dojo, I best be on my way to purchase the items. I will let her know that you are in Tokyo,” Kenshin smiled and bowed.

“Please do! And do let her know that I’ll visit with her before I go back to Kyoto.”

“That I will do,” replied Kenshin.

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“How long has she been this way?” Mitsu asked Ichie as she took her frail mother’s hand into her own. “Mother does not look like herself at all.”

Ichie sat on her heels next to her sister and tried to comfort her. “I know this is very difficult to face, especially when you were expecting mama-san to be as you left her a few years ago. Although we received the money Horie-sama sent to us, mama-san refused to use any of it to visit the doctor. It wasn’t until it was too late that she couldn’t refuse the doctor’s care.”

A single tear slid down Mitsu’s cheek. “I feel terribly guilty for leaving mama-san and you,” Mitsu’s soft voice trembled.

“As far as I understand it all, you had no choice in the matter, purty lady,” Cho said as he knelt beside Mitsu and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. “If it weren’t for your dedication to your family here, I doubt that life for any of you would be as comfortable for your mama-san as it is now. Buddha knows we all have our seasons while here in our bodies, and we also have a time when we are meant to pass right on through to the next. You ought not blame yourself for doing your best to care for mama-san and Ichie-san.”

“What Cho-san is saying is the truth, Mitsu. It was you who helped mama-san hold onto life for as long as she has. I am sure she knows you are here now and she is finally happy that we are all together once again. Feeling guilty over something that you shouldn’t be will not help mama-san leave in peace.”

Mitsu took a long deep breath and set her mother’s hand down on the thick futon. She turned to face her sister. “Hai, you are right. I will not spoil mama-san’s departure feeling sorry for myself for not being here. I am here now and I will make sure that you and I are never to be separated again.”

“But Mitsu…” Ichie’s eyes widened in question.

“Hush, my sister. I will take you back with me when it is time, but I have much to tell you before then.”

Ichie couldn’t fathom the idea of what it would be like to leave the tiny little village that she was raised in. Ever since she could remember the village was her entire world and she never dreamed a time, such as this, would have her leave all that she’d ever known.

“Awww now. This scene is more touching than there are words to express it. Don’t you worry about anything purty ladies. If anything tries to separate the two of you again, it’ll have to pass through me first! I have to tell you—I’m one of the best fighters that is around today!” Cho paused and smiled with a full set of teeth exposed. “Hell, I’m probably the best that Japan has ever seen!”

Cho’s humor worked like a charm, for the two sister’s giggles filled the room and chased the dark mood far from them. It was like music that sweetly vibrated through the little village house, as though the sun finally broke through the dense fog.

“You sit here with mama-san,” Ichie suggested, “while I finish the meal I started to prepare before you arrived. It’s nothing fancy, but there is a lot of it for you and Cho-san.”

“Hai, I will do that,” Mitsu nodded and took up her mother’s hand into her own again.

“So this is where you purty ladies were raised?” Cho asked as he looked around the small front room of the tiny village home. He noticed how fresh everything were inside and how well kept the garden was on the outside. Surely Ichie and her mother had help with all of the chores, Cho thought.

“Father built this house with the help of the people in the village when he and mama-san arrived. Ichie and I were born in this house and we all kept very good care of it, believing that we would never leave. But with the way things were, papa-san was forced to go to war and never returned. We got word later that he was killed in the battle of Utsunomiya Castle and we tried to make do with what he left us with. With a deep sigh, she looked into Cho’s concerned eyes and added, “Later, Horie-sama came along and promised to help us if I went with him.”

“And the rest is history,” Cho shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to take Mitsu up in his arms, comfort her and promise better days for her and her sister. However, the way things were turning out between he and Horie, left little room to make any promises of the sort. He wasn’t able to tell Mitsu about the truth behind his involvement with Horie and the syndicate, and there was absolutely no way that he could divulge his connection with the government as an undercover informant. He hated the fact that he had to be less than honest with her about anything, but it was for her own good. If Horie should ever become aware of Cho’s motives, at least Mitsu’s ignorance will keep her shielded from Horie’s wrath.

“The meal is almost ready,” Ichie announced cheerfully. She was happy to have her sister home again, and she immediately took a serious liking to Mitsu’s escort. She felt so comfortable with Cho, as though she’d known him for a long time. It was wonderful for Ichie to have a family to care for again, for it was a part of her nature. “Perhaps you two would like to wash before the meal, if you have not already done so at the livery. I’ve heated the water out back,” Ichie pointed in the direction of the connecting room. “Please, make yourself at home Cho-san.”

“Mighty nice of you to offer this old-boy a bath,” Cho said with a wink, “but I think it will take more than a little soap and water to make any improvements to this tired body of mine. Besides, I should unload the carriage and water the horse.”

Cho reached out for Mitsu’s shoulder again and with a gentle nudge he suggested, “Why don’t you go ahead and wash up before I do? I’ll have your travel case ready and waiting for you before you’re done.”

“Hai,” Mitsu nodded in agreement and smiled sweetly.

“Fine, I’ll get you a washcloth,” said Ichie.

Since it was almost impossible to have done so when Cho and Mitsu first arrived, the delicate woman lingered for a few seconds longer to get a better look at Cho. He was definitely not like any man she’d ever known around, or even near, her village. The leather straps that held his sleeves from falling forward were crossed and tied behind his back, twined around his waist, and then buckled at the front. Cho radiated a rugged appearance, but yet, he was gentle in character. After all, Ichie already observed that Cho was caring with her mother, and doted on her sister. Although he appeared to be strangely different to Ichie, she found him rather pleasing to look at.

Cho sensed that he was under Ichie’s inspection and he wondered why. He assumed that she was curious, but when he glanced her way, their eyes met briefly, and in that moment, although very fleeting, he could have sworn he saw more than inquisitiveness.

Ichie’s cheeks flushed crimson. She quickly turned away and then hurried off into the next room. What is this feeling? She questioned herself, her heart racing.

“Ichie-chan?”

Ichie released a high-pitched screech from the core of her being and jumped backward. “Buddha! Don’t do that!” Ichie exclaimed and lightly struck Mitsu on the arm.

“Do what?” Mitsu gasped in surprise and held her arm.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

Mitsu laughed and said accusingly, “I can see you haven’t changed much at all since I’ve been away. You are still the high-strung, very excitable sister I knew.”

“I am? I mean—was I high-strung?” Ichie giggled and playfully stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“Hmn,” Mitsu nodded. “I’ll go and wash, then I’ll help you with the meal.”

“Don’t hurry yourself. The meal is already done and will be waiting for you and Cho-san after you finish up.”

Cho entered the room with Mitsu’s travel bag upon his shoulder. He chuckled, “Mitsu-san and I can wash together, that will save us some time.”

“Cho-san!” Mitsu shouted at him with a look of surprise across her face, and then she giggled.

“Oh?” Ichie giggled as well and looked at her sister. “You better be careful, or I’ll tell Horie-sama.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mitsu immediately ceased her laughter as she took on a more serious appearance.

Realizing her sister’s panic, Ichie set her at ease. “Sister! Why would you allow yourself to consider I’d do such a thing?”

“Let’s not even jest about this matter. I wouldn’t put it past Horie-sama to have his shinobi follow me and watch my every move.”

Cho set the travel bag down near the washroom. “Awww, purty lady, don’t go getting paranoid on us. How will you enjoy your time with your sister if you let your imagination loose like that?”

“I know you’re right Cho-san,” Mitsu said, mustering up a smile again. “I don’t have to tell you how Hisomu-san can be at times. If he had any suspicion…” Mitsu trailed off in thought.

“Any suspicion about what?” Ichie asked her curiosity now perked.

Cho stepped toward Mitsu and set his arm around the petite-framed woman. “Can’t you see it for yourself Miss Ichie? Mitsu-san and I are head over heels for each other.”

“Cho-san!” Mitsu shrieked and pushed at him to shake his arm loose from her shoulder.

“Ahhh—Haaah,” Ichie teasingly called out. “So, it seems that there is much more going on than what meets the eye between the two of you?”

“No! Of course not!” Mitsu blurted trying to sound convincing. The blush on her cheeks allowed room for doubt. “It isn’t that way between Cho-san and I.” In frustration, she grit her tiny straight teeth together and playfully snarled at the accusing duo. “I can see that you two will be impossible!” She gathered her necessities and went into the attached washroom.

Ichie approached Cho and looked upon the smiling man’s face. “Is what Mitsu-san said, the truth?” She asked and studied Cho’s facial expressions.

Cho’s nervousness was obvious, as well as his being transparent as rice paper. His feelings for Mitsu were intense, but the circumstance was not the best for the two. Now here was Mitsu’s sister, full of energy taking an interest in him. Could this possibly be happening? Cho wondered, for he had never been in such a situation. There were actually two beautiful women who found Cho attractive. Women were difficult to come by, let alone, having any that took interest in him. It excited Cho. His heart raced even faster, now that the petite woman was almost pressed up against him, staring into his eyes, he had absolutely no clue of what to do next.

“Whoa, little lady,” sang Cho in an odd melodic tone, partly due to his nervousness. “Let’s not get the wrong idea here. Your sister belongs to one of Japan’s biggest syndicates. Mind you, I am leaving the word, underground, out of that statement, only to avoid it sounding too terrible to bear.”

“But you are obviously infatuated, I can easily tell just by the way you look at her.”

Cho shrugged his shoulders, “Even if she was the last woman in Japan, that doesn’t change the fact that she belongs to Horie, Hisomu.

“That is fine then,” Ichie folded her arms before her and looked sternly at Cho. “I will be your woman!”

Cho was speechless, his jaw dropped and his ears were burning in disbelief at Ichie’s words.

“You needn’t be so concerned about Mitsu-san. After all, you don’t think that Horie-sama will allow anything to happen to his woman. Look at the fine subject Horie-sama chose to protect my sister.” Ichie raised her bows and ran her pretty, dark-coal orbs across the young man to capture the view of Cho’s strong physique.

Cho was beside himself with disbelief. Never had a woman been so forward, with him before. He felt uncomfortable, yet amazingly delighted. What happened next was bound to happen—there was no stopping the onrush of thickening agent that flooded Cho’s organ, for a mighty strong erection was in the making.

“I heard my name a few times,” Mitsu said as she walked in on the two who seemed to be having an interesting and deep conversation. “The water was perfect, and I’m fit to eat a garden of food. When do we sit to dine?”

Cho stood there blushing with the most peculiar expression on his face. He clasped his hands in front of him and tried his best to block the women’s view from his uncontrollable erection.

“Cho-san? Are you okay?” Mitsu asked, noticing the man’s odd, impatient shuffling.

“Hell, I’m better than, ‘okay’, and getting even better by the minute,” he chuckled. “I’m next in line to wash, but I won’t take, but a few minutes.

Mitsu looked at Ichie who was standing with her fingertips against her lips in her attempts to keep from breaking out in laughter. It was all too apparent that something was definitely in the air. Nevertheless, Mitsu was relieved to see the two get along so well.

Cho slipped away from the two sisters and shut the washroom door behind him. His cock was aching with buildup and he was surprised that he hadn’t pumped up a fundoshi full of pre-come foam the way he was losing control being in the presence of the two beautiful sisters. Cho couldn’t disrobe fast enough. He didn’t bother with folding his clothes and neatly setting it down on the bench. Instead, he hurried and practically tore his garment from his body, releasing his swollen flesh with a sigh of relief.

“Damn,” Cho whispered. He was taken back by the enormity of his cock. His shaft stretched out the farthest he’d ever remembered seeing so early in any previous arousal, his foreskin tightly pulled back by his cock’s eagerness, exposing the frothy sex driven, fleshly object. “I’ve never seen my buddy this built up before. I’ll be in trouble all evening with this if I don’t take care of this situation right now.”

With the bamboo water bucket, he scooped it half full with the steaming water and poured it over his body. It felt amazingly soothing. The water ran down Cho’s rippling body, caressing every curve and crevice. The sensations the water was causing Cho to have gone beyond soothing. The trickling and splashing of the water droplets against his skin stimulated Cho’s cock even more, until he had no other alternative, but to take his straining flesh into his fingers embrace.

Cho closed his eyes and began to stroke his cock rhythmically. Slowly at first, but as images of the two sexy sisters became clear in his mind, his hand manipulated his flesh with precision, quickly bringing his sexual play to a higher—a much greater level. He drank in air rapidly through his parted lips in order to keep up with his pounding heart.

In his mind’s eye, the women were standing before him, not a stitch of garment to be found anywhere on their sweet bodies, just naked flesh that was as alluring as the word could possibly mean. One woman, a carbon copy of the other, displayed it all for his eyes to lust upon. It was as though Cho was unable to take in their entirety, for another glance at their perfectly shaped breast and dainty pubic mounds caused Cho’s mighty erection to convulse between his tightly grasped fingers. He cracked his eyelids open to watch his cock spew forth a fountain of seminal fluid that reached out half way across the small washroom. The buildup before hand was incredible, and the amount of the opaque substance had him in awe of himself. His legs went weak at the knees, which had him barely able to keep him from buckling over in the ecstasy that sped through his body. It took all of Cho’s strength not to announce his release in his usual rutting promulgation.

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“Are you sure you put everything that I laid out on the futon into the bag?” Saitou asked Sano for the third time at the train station.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Sano answered. He tried not to take it so personal whenever Saitou checked and doubled checked on him. He was beginning to learn that the wolf couldn’t help himself from being so compulsive. They were destined to be Japan’s most odd couple in more ways than just the obvious.

“Ahou! I’ve told you before to straighten your gi. Must you announce to the whole world that you are comfortable with being anything less than neat?”

“Stop being such an asshole, will you?” Sano complained, but made adjustments to his attire just the same. “Why do you have to be so overbearing anyway?”

“I don’t think I’m overbearing. Fastidious, true, but definitely not overbearing,” Saitou, said correcting his mate. He reached into his smoking pouch and retrieved a long, perfectly paper rolled wad of tobacco and licked the tip of it before carefully placing it between his lips.

Sano looked around them and noticed that there didn’t seem to be as many people traveling to Tokyo this time.

“Do you think we’ll be able to fool around on the train again?” Sano asked and chuckled with excitement. His eyes were fixed to the thin line of smoke that escaped the lips he enjoyed kissing so much. In fact, Sano wanted more than anything to throw caution to the wind and slide his tongue between Saitou’s moist, sexy lips right then, regardless of who saw him.

Saitou looked at the young man through the corners of his eyes, smirked and then quietly snickered. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Enough of a good thing?” Sano’s outburst of laughter caught the attention of a few women who were close by in passing. “There is never enough of a good thing.” Sano moved closer to the wolf and rubbed his shoulder against the strong ex-Shinsengumi. “Come on, let’s do it again on the train. This time I’ll do you.”

“Lower your voice, Ahou.”

“Come on,” Sano whined, “why do you want to be so boring? Why can’t you understand that I’m only human and I have urges? Stop playing hard-to-get, and let me get you hard.”

“Get a hold of yourself Sanosuke,” the wolf warned. He dropped the spent cigarette onto the ground and crushed it underfoot. “This is a good time to practice self-control. It is something that you are obviously not a master of, and you could use a bit of practice.”

“Okay, I’ll do that,” Sano said with disappointment and frustration woven between his words. “But first, feel how hard I am.”

Saitou frowned with a definite sneer that revealed his pronounced, canine-like eyetooth. “What?!”

Sano laughed again, loudly. “I don’t mean reach right out and grab my dick. You know…” Sano indiscreetly rubbed his crotch against the side of the wolf’s thigh. “Like this,” he said and pressed his erection against Saitou. “Can you feel how much I want you right now? Hmmm?”

“If you keep doing that, someone will mistake you for a dog in heat and remove you for being a humping nuisance,” Saitou folded his arms in front of his chest, as if trying to ignore his mate’s sexual flirtation.

“Oh shit Saitou, this feels unbelievable,” Sano spoke in a quieter tone this time, trying to avoid being noticed by anyone. Even though they were in a dark corner of the train station in wait of a boarding call, someone could easily notice them from afar. It didn’t seem to bother Sano, for he was seriously trying to convince Saitou to pay him some sexual attention. “This is fucken exciting—doing this to you in public. Mmmm… yeah…” Sano rotated his hips a few times. It caused the head of Sano’s erection to trail against the wolf.

Although Saitou wasn’t too keenly into public sex, his mate was doing a good job at rousing his sexual appetite. He couldn’t deny that Sano’s sexual demands in public were anything less than exhilarating. He licked his lips as he began to sense his hunger for sexual feeding gain momentum. Yes, Saitou wanted to play-sex just as much as Sano, but he certainly had a more difficult time admitting it. He was not about to drop his hakama right there in public and allow Sano to ravish his, now throbbing manhood, in public. However, the thought did cross his mind. There wasn’t any doubt that Saitou was just as ready to take on Sano’s suggestions and give into the erotic beckoning of his sex-famished mate.

Sano leaned over and whispered into Saitou’s ear, “I can see that I’m turning you on.”

Sano’s statement was true indeed, for Saitou displayed a sizable bulge below the belt. The smooth fabric of his hakama did very little to conceal his body’s reaction to his lover’s constant sexual prods and suggestions.

“We’re about to board the train Sanosuke. I suggest we save this for later.”

“So we will do it on the train!” Sano shouted excitedly.

Saitou rolled his eyes, reached down and tucked his hand into the side slat of his hakama to make the necessary adjustments before he set out toward the train. “Come, let us go.”

Sano did the same and followed Saitou back into the crowd.

“We’re going to do it…” Sano mumbled to himself and then he chuckled excitedly as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
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