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Flight of the Wounded Dove	By : ShaeyaSedjet Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A
Note From Sedjet: Thank you, again, for the wonderful
reviews. I’m sorry about the lack of updates. I’m
a bad Sedjet, a very bad Sedjet! I know. But! I did
pass my acting jury for entrance into the department!!! Yay
me! I can’t promise that my updates are going to get any
better. I have quite a few acting projects in the works, and
while I am totally psyched about them, they don’t leave much
time for my writing. I am going to try and type up a few
chapters this week to post at intervals. This will probably be
a monthly updated fanfic…from now on…hopefully.
Anyhoo, onto the story!

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Flight
of the Wounded Dove

Chapter
6:

Encounter

Kenshin
escorted the lovely vision that was Kaoru back to her room. He
watched with longing as she pushed open the heavy wooden door.
She raised her sweet gaze to meet his, and he reached for her
delicate wrist.

“Ano,
Kaoru-d—Kaoru.” He had caught himself before he
used the dreaded honorific, and she smiled shyly at his correction.
“May I stay for a moment?”

Kaoru
fidgeted a bit. She wanted to say no. She was terribly
nervous with him looking so delicious in his blood red, formal kimono
that nigh perfectly matched his hair. However, the longing and
hope in his lavender gaze struck a chord in her heart, and she
inclined her head in invitation. She opened the door wider and
stepped back with it as to make room for the rurouni’s
entrance.

Once
he was inside the spacious room, she shut the door with a soft
click. She turned to him, not knowing quite what to do with
herself. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment before his
larger hands covered both of hers. They stood there for a
while, both staring at their joined hands. Kenshin was
contemplating what he wanted to say to her, and she was trying to
think of anything but his hands holding hers.

“Kaoru,
I—“

To
hell with it! Battousai declared, and before even Kenshin
knew what was happening, his arms were around her, she was pressed
flush against him, and his lips were softly caressing hers.

Kaoru
was stunned. It was the first truly bold move he had ever
made. She could not have been surprised more if he had slapped
her behind. However, she was much more pleased with his kiss.

Kenshin
breathed an internal sigh of relief when Kaoru relaxed within the
circle of his arms and leaned into the kiss. He was pleased
when she tentatively returned it with innocent fervor. It made
his heart swell with love and joy that he had not known he was still
capable of feeling. But something darker took over. Her
innocent response to his advances provoked the Battousai. He
began to push further to the surface of Kenshin’s conscious and
he took over when the rurouni would have started bumbling.

He
had one hand rested on Kaoru’s soft, pale cheek, and the other
one came up to join it on her other cheek. He increased the
pressure of his mouth upon hers, and she sighed into his parted
lips. He took this as his cue to slip his tongue between her
lips and tease hers with slow, languid strokes. When she gasped
softly against his mouth, he removed one hand from her face and
allowed it to slither down her neck and shoulders and down her back
to rest very near the base of her spine. He kneaded that hand
against the small of her back to coax a response from her. He
got the response he was looking for when Kaoru took the reigns and
slanted her mouth across his, pressing herself as close to him as she
could get.

Inside,
Kenshin was slack-jawed, the rurouni had keeled over from shock,
fright and all around prudishness and Battousai was wearing a huge
crocodile grin. He was very pleased with himself. He
chuckled against her lips, and Kenshin thought it best for him to
take back control of his body.

The
complex man who was Kenshin closed his eyes and pulled back from
Kaoru’s torturous mouth. When he opened his eyes, they
were a swirl of amethyst and gold. Kaoru stepped back, shocked,
while Kenshin tried to maintain his control over the Battousai.

Coward.
She was not afraid of what was happening to her. I never get
to have any fun. Kenshin could have sworn the Battousai was
pouting at him.

He
took a deep, calming breath, “Kaoru, Battousai.
Battousai, Kaoru,” he muttered, running a hand through his
crimson bangs. He leaned against the wall and let himself slide
down it with his head in his hands.

“That
was Battousai?” She asked gently?

“I
am sorry, koishii,” he whispered, near tears. “I
cannot control him at times. I did not want tonight to end like
this.”

Kaoru
was horrified at Kenshin’s behavior. She had never seen
him like this. “Kenshin,” she cooed. She
brushed his crimson bangs back from his forehead. “You
don’t have to apologize. It was not unpleasant.”
Kaoru blushed. She had not meant for that to be said out loud,
but something about the Battousai had woken a recklessness inside of
her.

I
told you so, the Battousai taunted him.

Kenshin
groaned. “Do not say that, Kaoru. It will rouse him
again.”

She
knelt in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders, “I
will have to meet him sometime, Kenshin,” she murmured gently.

“You
may get your meeting sooner than you will like if you keep talking
like that. It only provokes him.”

She
rolled gracefully to her feet. “I am not afraid of the
Battousai, Kenshin.” She stated imperously, hands on her hips,
her chin set at that adorably stubborn angle. She softened
immediately and knelt beside him. “He is a part of you,
and I accept that,” she murmured as she stroked delicate
fingers over his silky, bright hair.

That
sounds like a challenge to me, the Battousai grinned a Cheshire
grin, and Kenshin lost his hold on him.

Kaoru
was stroking Kenshin’s hair one moment, and in the next moment
she was flat on her back on the thickly carpeted floor beneath
Kenshin’s body. Her eyes darted up to his face and she
was shocked to see smoldering golden eyes gazing back at her with a
predatory light.

“Battousai…”
she whispered breathlessly.

“The
one and only, koishii,” he purred as he lowered his head to
taste her again. He gazed at her with unearthly golden
eyes—eyes that did not miss the most minute detail. “I
smell your fear…and your anticipation, little dove. You
have no need to fear me. We, the rurouni, Kenshin and I, love
you. I would never hurt you for anything in the world.”
He smiled a lazy, lecherous smile. “However, you should
fear for your chastity, because I will have you. I’ve
not the patience or manners of the other two.” He lowered
his mouth to her neck. “I will take you, and you will
love it.” He emphasized the last two words by grinding
his pelvis into hers.

She
gasped, clutching at his back. When he would have slipped his
hand inside her kimono’s neckline, she stilled his hand.
Her eyes pleaded with him to stop.

“Please
do not do this. Tonight has been special for me. Please
do not spoil it with taking me against my will.”

The
Battousai was taken aback. Never had he had to force his
advances on a woman. Rather, they had always fallen at his
feet, and before the night was over they were begging for him to love
them. He had to remind himself that Kaoru was different.
She was an innocent. Although she reacted enthusiastically to
his kisses, he had to remind himself that she was not knowledgeable
in the ways of love. He couldn’t just take her without
pretense. He had to woo her. And that she thought he
would force himself upon her struck a painful chord somewhere in the
Battousai. He looked down at her with disdain.

“Do
you think I would rape you, koishii? I may be a monster, but I
would never do anything so despicable as that.” He
pushed up and away from her and went for the door. “I
will show myself out.” He murmured.

Kaoru
scrambled up. She had to fix this. She didn’t want
them to part like this. “Kenshin—Battousai—whoever
the hell you are, wait!” She crossed the short distance
between herself and his back which he was presenting to her.
She embraced him from behind, pressing herself against the length of
his strong back. “Please do not leave like this.”
She requested softly. “You must be patient with me.
I am new to this.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “I
do not think you are a monster. I did not know what to expect
from you.”

Slowly,
he turned, and Kaoru could see that he was still the Battousai.
He raised a hand to cup her cheek, and spoke so softly, “I will
not force you, little one, but by the time I have finished wooing
you, you will beg for me to take you.” He dipped his head
to brush a feather-light kiss against her lips. He smiled
possessively when she demanded more, and he was more than happy to
comply. He kissed her possessively, sweetly. His tongue
brushed her lips begging for entrance, and she granted it. His
tongue stroked hers sensuously, coaxing hers into a snaking dance.
When he could no longer stand the sweetness of the kiss, he pulled
away. He smiled lazily as she clung to him desperately.
His kiss had produced the intended effect.

“Good
night, koishii,” he whispered as he untangled himself from
her. He turned and started through the open door when a small
sound made him freeze. She was crying. He turned slowly.
Why in the world was she crying?! Inside, Battousai looked
helplessly at Kenshin. This was out of his depth, and he
surrendered to be a spectator as Kenshin took over. “Kaoru?
Koishii, what is wrong?”

She
raised her head and peered up at him, seeing that his eyes had
returned to their usual amethyst hue. “Kenshin?”

He
nodded. “Why are you crying, koishii?” he asked,
gently.

“I
do not know!” She laughed and sobbed simultaneously.

“Oh,
koishii.” He took her into his arms and stroked her back
soothingly. “I am sorry. Battousai can be very
persistent. I am sorry if he frightened you.”

Kaoru
shook her head. As usual, he had it all wrong. “Battousai
did not frighten me, Kenshin. I—oh, I don’t know!”
How could she tell him that it was not his darker half that had
frightened her, but the feelings that his darker half provoked within
her that scared her nearly seneseless?

She
did not need to. He understood. “I am going to go
back to my room, koishii,” he murmured, brushing the glistening
tears from her cheeks. “I believe my room is next door to
yours. If you need me for anything, please wake me.”
He kissed her cheek. “Oyasumi, koishii.”

“Oyasumi,
Kenshin,” she whispered, and he was gone. She leaned
against the polished oak door and closed her eyes. Battousai
had issued a challenge—one she knew she was not prepared for.
She did not know how to fight that kind of attack. She had
never been in love before, never been kissed before. She
thought about it for a moment. Did she even want to rise to the
challenge? A part of her wanted to let him ravish her.
The prim, maidenly part of her blanched, and Kaoru thought she must
be as screwed up as Kenshin with all of his personalities!
“Mou!” she muttered and let her head thunk backward
against the door. “That man will be the death of me!”

TBC...
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