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Law	By : Artemick Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Het - Male/Female Views: 6553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Police
- 2-Regret
- 3-Wonder
- 4-Satire
- 5-Heal
- 6-Promises
- 7-Overseer
- 5
- 6
- 7
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Kenshin and Kaoru put up the sign for their new school. Kenshin carved it roughly, then on Kaoru's orders and better taste, carried to a carpenter to be salvaged. The carpenter laughed, but allowed Kenshin to watch and learn something as he took the scrap of wood and made it into something beautiful.
They hung the sign over the gate. Then they had their first lesson official lesson with Yahiko, and that evening sat down with him to plan the curriculum.
Immediately, overnight, the sign was defaced, gouged with knives and streaked with garbage. Kenshin tied his sleeves back and washed it, as Kaoru was bothered by the smell. He was still working on sanding out the damage and repainting it as evening came, when he could hear the crowd coming up the street.
Drunken boys all, led by policemen and thugs wearing false uniforms.
Kenshin felt such immense fear that he went inside, leaving the paintbrush balanced on the tin. He called for Kaoru and Sano to come out, and then closed the door and went out into the street alone.
The rogues were taking their time. They were becoming more noisy and destroying other signs at random, breaking windows and benches, trying to slow their progress.
Kenshin's heart burned. Their fear gave him some joy. They were afraid to come near. His rapists were all there, except Saito and one other policeman, but there were many others who were all reluctant to come near him when he was awake.
Kenshin walked to the center of the street.
"You shouldn't damage these buildings," Kenshin called. "Their owners work hard to make them look pleasant."
They slowed somewhat, coming to rest a few meters from him.
"You look pleasant yourself, Battousai," someone crowed from the back.
"Go home," Kenshin said. "This is not your neighborhood. You have no cause to be here, and I'm sure plenty of obligations to your families."
"You had no reason to come to Saito's house," one said. Kenshin recognized him with a chill; this one owned the pistol. "Unless you wanted a deeper fuck."
"We're here to fill your dreams," someone with a less finely schooled accents shouted.
Kenshin bowed slightly. "You might as well leave. I've no intention of discussing anything today."
"Your bullshit report," one of the boys said.
Kaoru and Sanosuke ran out, just as the boy was holding the report up – not a copy, but the exact papers Kenshin had written up.
Kenshin's breath caught.
"You think we can't get this and stop it? Who do you think we are? We ran this country before and we're running it now. If we want your ass tied down to fuck, we get that. If we want to burn your whiny accusation, we get that too."
Sano and Kaoru stood to either side of Kenshin. He held up an arm. "Stay."
The youths lit the report on fire. The papers fell between them into the dust.
Kenshin stared at the yellow flames.
"Try shit like that again, raise one word against us in any way, little bitch, and you'll see what we can do. We can take this property. And we can take your body. How do you like that?"
To the left, some of the youths in the group were doing a passable imitation of what Kenshin assumed was one of the blue plays, calling out yes and one slamming his hips into the other.
One true police officer came forward with a smile, greasy and unearned. "Kenshin Himura. Are you blocking a public thoroughfare? That's enough for an arrest, Battousai."
The fake police officers joined him, saying, "That's right, he can't do that. Downright breaking the law – we have rights to pass – "
"Pass me then," Kenshin said. "There's no reason I should be overly concerned with law if the police are corrupt. You can lie regardless of where I stand."
"We're going to fuck you both until you have so many broken bones you can't lift a hand and we leave you begging in the street for our business. How much for a suck, Battousai?"
Kenshin suspected these youths were or had been in the company of soldiers, the brutality of the language was so reminiscent of the war. He kept his hand up. He did not want Kaoru or Sano charging. They did not; though the men went on, they did not advance.
The youth who had burned the papers turned. "We have more important things to take care of. Kenshin, why don't you come to the party tomorrow? If you show up, pretty enough for us to forgive, we'll consider it."
There was raucous laughter, and boys chuckling, "With an obi – I like the kimono tight – or off – painted lips – "
"Show up, dressed like you should, and beg us to forgive you. We'll let you earn it. We want to see you mean it, but we're very fair." The youth bowed and disappeared into the crowd.
Satisfied by the promise of later blood, the rest followed. One put a fist through a window and another overturned a rain barrel, but they were gone quickly and soon the street was quiet.
Kenshin turned. "Sorry to interrupt the card game. I wasn't sure what was happening."
Kaoru threw down her hands. "You idiot. They can seize the dojo?"
"Who are they?" Sano asked.
Kenshin shrugged. "I will go talk to them. Saito's betrayed me, perhaps, telling them to use your friendship against me."
"Or they recognized her," he said, sticking a thumb at Kaoru.
"Bite me – "
"Perhaps. Either way, I can't allow this to continue."
Kenshin spoke to three old men in turn the next day. By lunch, he had three promises.
He ate a small lunch at a stand.
The old woman serving recognized Kenshin, having done some little jobs for her before, and knowing him from his fights. "You look happy." She shook her hand at him.
"Yes," Kenshin agreed. "There is some joy to being old. You have old friends."
She scoffed, hand on her hip. "What would you know about that, kid?"
Sanosuke rubbed Kenshin's thighs, holding them over his shoulders.
Kenshin lay back, sweating. His muscles ached from stretching to accommodate Sano.
Sano caught his breath, snaking his hand in to rub Kenshin. He arched into Sano's fingers, crying out. "Ah, Kenshin. Would you ever wear Kaoru's kimono for me?"
"She would kill me," Kenshin panted.
"If I get you one of your own?"
Kenshin looked down. "Why bother?"
"You're right. I just want you naked anyway."
"I'll wear one. I don't mind women's clothes. But they're asking me to wear it because they hate anything female and want to see me abused, and you never like that."
"Hm. I'd look good in a kimono."
"Like a fox. You'd be so handsome." Kenshin flushed to think of it. Sanosuke in silks, Kenshin's hands slipping over the fabric to the thick hot muscle underneath. His brawler. "Please do that."
"Whatever gets you there." Sano bent, licking at his clit. "Just imagine that. Kaoru's butterfly silks stretched over my fine ass – "
Kenshin laughed so loudly Sano reached up and covered his mouth. "Shh, don't you laugh at your man – "
Kenshin pushed him away. "No, but I love that – "
"I don't want you in silk. I want you happy. Glowing and sweating like this. Panting."
"I'm happy." Kenshin took his hand, kissed his palm, and held it to cup his breast. "Keep going. Please keep going."
"Yes ma'am." He squeezed, laving his tongue over her.
The next day, Kenshin was arrested.
There were four police officers. They were true police, though one was from the night before. Kenshin choose to go when they came, and to allow them to shackle his hands. He let them take his sword.
By then, Kaoru's daughter had fetched Kaoru and Sano from the dojo out into the garden.
"What are you doing?"
"This halfbreed foreigner is under arrest for twelve counts of attempted assault and two of trespassing."
"Kaoru, it's fine."
"It's not fine!" Sanosuke said. "We're coming."
So they followed.
It warmed Kenshin's heart. He walked easily, though he was deeply afraid. One of the old men's promises had not been kept or had never held force to begin with, not if the police got this far.
The cop from the previous night pressed up against Kenshin's back when they stopped at the main street to wait for a carriage to pass. He wrapped his arm around Kenshin's chest, reaching to pull his bandages down off his breasts. He pushed his groin and tented erection into Kenshin's shackled hands.
They walked again as if nothing had happened.
"I told you you'd pay, whore," the cop said.
The others did nothing.
As they went up the steps into the jail, Kaoru and Sano were stopped outside. Kenshin's heart sunk into a mire of memory and terror. The first time Saito used Kenshin's desire to protect Kaoru and the dojo, to obey law and keep peace, to hobble him and make him obey -- it was the same now, but Kenshin understood the threat more vividly, and he trembled.
Kenshin didn't see Saito. And he didn't recognize the commanding officer now. The man barely spoke and ordered Kenshin taken out to the yard.
Kenshin's body was awash in adrenaline. He was made to kneel in the dirt. They pulled off his gi and he choose, again, to ignore it and do nothing.
The officer who seemed to be leading stepped up. He lifted his boot and scraped the dirt off on Kenshin's thigh.
Kenshin found his eyes and said, "Please. Behave honorably. This is impolite."
The cop from the night before struck Kenshin in the head, cracking his fist down. When Kenshin lifted his head, the officer slapped him. Then he grabbed Kenshin's hair and held his face up, and slapped him three more times, until the force of the blow tore Kenshin's hair loose.
Kenshin's face felt hot; his lip bled and skin stung. His heartbeat surged in his veins.
They shoved the bandages down and pull at his breasts, and he realized this was going to be worse. This kind of pain was more present than in battle. More horrifying when he was unable to fight back.
"You pervert. You like wearing this? Hey. Answer, freak. You get off on this? People calling you a boy making your pussy wet?"
Kenshin didn't answer.
"You should have learned your place. Dressed right, gone to the party. Should have apologized."
"You owe the business owners an apology for your vandalism," Kenshin said. It was hard to talk; his lip was swelling. "I have nothing to do with the dojo or Kaoru. Any trouble you have with me is mine. Kaoru only hires me to do work. We have nothing to do with each other…"
He couldn't bear to say more. To repeat the words of the past was like agreeing to their conclusion. To live through Saito's terror again.
"Please let me go."
The cop stood, and threw out a laugh. "Who knew you could beg so prettily?"
Kenshin kept his head down. "This is a misunderstanding."
Two guards inside the office were confused, leaning out the windows to watch the yard. They had obviously never seen prisoners beaten there, at least not shackled and compliant ones.
But they didn't help.
Several other police joined, bringing the crowd to seven, and Kenshin felt their hands. They touched his face, scratching Kenshin's crossed scars until they bled down. They tugged and smoothed Kenshin's red hair until his neck ached. He shut his eyes, sick of seeing their bodies. They hurt his breasts, squeezing past sharp pain. Then they knelt and began shoving their hands down through the waist of his hakama.
Kenshin winced, sinking over to protect himself. He remembered Sanosuke's patient nursing the night before and felt miserably afraid.
They punched him in the back of the head again and again, then someone pulled him forward, and Kenshin fell against a man's chest. He felt them grip his ass, pushing their hands along his skin, then the hands curled and tried to finger him. Dry and frightened at the sharp pain, Kenshin's legs shot out – he tried to stand instinctively and begged, "Ah – please stop, that hurts!"
Someone got a hand around his throat and began choking him. "Quiet, bitch – "
Kenshin tightened his muscles. He moved his leg and with a quick twist, broke the arm of the other man holding his hips at the elbow. He slammed his heel into a man's throat, and drew his knee fast to smash the bridge of another man's nose.
As he was grabbed, he threw the guard on top of the two choking men he'd just kicked and rolled loose. He got up and started to walk back, trying to see the other three. There was a shout and someone struck him with metal, a sword hilt or pistol. Kenshin dropped to a knee, dodged away but fell into another man's grip. He twisted, but was choked out.
They beat him, until he blacked out and until he became aware of the scraping pain over his hips as they yanked off his hakama. Kenshin scrambled, scraping the ground, ripping his socks as he tried to get his feet under him.
The guards called out to the men then, confused. "Hey. What are you doing with him? The cell is ready."
Kenshin took a breath and screamed for help.
An argument broke out.
"Get her DOWN – "
A gun was pressed to his head. They tried to pull apart his legs, but could not.
"Do you have any more?" Someone asked.
"Not that type. He'd have to drink it."
"She."
"Whatever."
Kenshin curled up, trying to keep their hands from his groin. He was blacking out. The drugs before had been a blessing; he had not felt it, had not understood the stark humiliation. He hadn't realized the detail of it. Their anger. They struck him with such force. He was being treated like nothing, not like a person, not like anything that mattered. As if he wasn't sentient, no opinion, no feeling, no hurt. These men thought nothing of him, yet the instant Kenshin resisted, they hated him. He felt their rage in every movement. It was warfare of the mind, every violence disguised as sex to distort their intention and disturb him, to keep them from punishment.
He felt a finger scratch inside him, nail gouging, and he cried out, trying to push away from the man's hand. "Please! Stop – "
They pushed Kenshin's head into the ground, putting so much weight down that Kenshin panicked, sure his skull would crack. "Please," he howled, torn between the pressure and the strange surreal pain of the man's hand inside, tearing. "Stop – "
Suddenly they let go. He saw their feet shift. The gang parted and a man approached. Kenshin curled in.
"That's Saito's informant, isn't it? Why is he down there?"
"He's a crossdresser. A woman."
"That's none of our concern. What happened?"
"He got greedy."
"Help me – " Kenshin cried out. Someone grabbed his shoulder as he tried to get up. Kenshin shrugged them off. "Help me, please."
"What are you doing?" The man said to others. "Informants get greedy. They're civilians, it's their nature. You're supposed to be above it."
"Please let me go," Kenshin begged. He stood and took a careening step, falling to his knees in front of the stranger. Kenshin leaned his shoulder against the man's knee, pushing his neck to the man's thigh. "This is not lawful. Please uphold the law."
"God. What are you doing?"
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