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Tale of Lust	By : Akuma Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Is anyone even waiting for this chapter to come
out? Well, if you are, here it is� Assignments killed me� sorry�. *dies*

Disclaimer: RuroKen has no
pron. I own RuroKen not.

The
Rescue

�Who
is he?� Aoshi asked him as they hastened toward the
wood.

Aoshi
had followed Saito after reading the letter. His worry over Soujiro
overcame his jealousy toward Saito. The letter was given to Saito so obviously
he knew who this kidnapper is. And the mere fact that an obviously skilled
swordsman challenged him meant that Saito was not an ordinary police, he was
someone the madman would consider an equal in swordsmanship.

�His
name is Jine Udo. He is a
wanted assassin.� Saito replied. His sharp eyes spoke of cold anger and desire
to kill. Aoshi was almost frightened of him but
reminded himself that his current priority was to save Soujiro
and this man was the key to it.

�Shouldn�t
we call police?�

A
scoff escaped Saito�s thin lips. �No. They�re useless at times like this.�

�So
you think you could save Seta-kun?�

Saito
stopped when he heard the question. Aoshi feared that
he had angered the older man but stood his ground even as Saito glared at him
coldly. He was sure that people around them on the street could feel the
tension between them but he couldn�t bring himself to look away from those
mesmerizing golden eyes. �What made you think you could stop him?�

Saito
looked at him coolly for a long moment before granting him an answer. �Because
I was in the same group as he was years ago. I know his skill. I know that it
was way below mine.� The grin on Saito�s face reminded Aoshi
of a wolf in hunt of its prey. He realized that Saito was merely stating what
he believed was true and what was probably the truth. He was stronger than the
murderer.

�What
are you?� Aoshi found himself asking.

The
grin disappeared into a pleasant smile, the amber eyes were now hidden by
eyelids. �Me? I�m just a regular policeman.� Saito answered politely.

Had
Aoshi not witnessed the dangerous look upon his face
mere seconds ago, he would�ve believed him. But he knew that he was lying. He
wasn�t an ordinary policeman. How could an ordinary policeman be an
acquaintance of a murderer? But Saito�s true identity didn�t matter now. Their
main concern was Soujiro�s safety.

�What
are we going to do now, then?�

�We?
I would think that it�s wiser for you to stay at home.� Saito said politely
though his eyes glinted with challenge.

Aoshi
glared at him coldly. He couldn�t loose to this man.
Not when the one at stake was Soujiro. �I refuse to
stay back when Soujiro-kun�s life is in danger.�

�Jine will kill the boy when he sees me with a company.�
Saito said, touching the hilt of his sword. �I have no wish to have Seta-kun
murdered.�

�Neither
do I.� Aoshi didn�t miss the
movement and took a cautious stance.

Saito�s
smile dropped as he glared down at Aoshi. The younger
man answered the evil look with one of his own. He could not back down. He
didn�t know who this man was to claim to be able to defeat a dangerous-looking
assassin but he wouldn�t back down. After all Aoshi
had to admit that he was partially at fault too and running away would be very
irresponsible of him.

�I
will go with you.�

Saito
peered down at him but Aoshi was adamant. Finally,
Saito looked away with a light scoff. �I will not be responsible for your
life.� He said as he started to walk away.

Aoshi
gave one last glare to the tall figure before following him. Saito didn�t have
to be worried about him, he knew how to help himself. Kempo had been a part of his childhood education. His
family demanded perfection in anyway, including in martial art. Aoshi was not to be trifled with during kempo
matches. He had yet to test his skill against a swordsman but he had no other
choice but to rely on his current ability. �Just get Soujiro.�
He said as he fell into pace next to the policeman.

�Oh,
I will.�� Saito said with a smirk.

Aoshi
threw him one last glare before directing his eyes forward. Arguing with this
man would lead him to nowhere. He focused instead on how to take Soujiro away from Jine.... and
also this man.

*****

The
wood was dark as they neared the shrine in the wood. The sun had just set in
the west and the last trails of red had been swallowed up by the woods. Yet
Saito didn�t find any difficulty in navigating his way. He walked in a
purposeful stride, avoiding trees and bushes. Aoshi
followed closely behind him, not wanting to loose
sight of his only guide to save his beloved.

Saito
didn�t pay much attention to the younger man. His eyes and mind were set solely
to his target, Jine Udo. He
was a man of practicality; he didn�t find it necessary to compose some smart
strategy. His kept his plan simple. First, he�d kill Jine
and then he would rescue the boy. But he did have to put Aoshi�s
presence into account. He only hoped that the young man possessed enough wisdom
to know when to leave because Saito had no intention to protect him.

As
the clearing surrounding the small shrine slowly came into view, Saito�s senses
became even keener. He knew Jine would not resort to
dirty tricks such as an ambush. The fact that he had sent Saito an official
challenge proved that. Saito was well aware of the man�s ability though and
couldn�t help but be cautious.

�I�m
disappointed, Saito. You have changed, it seems.� Jine
Udo sneered as soon as his eyes caught the sight of
two figures nearing the shrine. Despite his words, his voice was filled only
with mad thirst for blood. Behind him, a restrained Soujiro
looked over his shoulder with something akin to fear and surprise when he saw
his rescuers.

�I
have not changed, Jine. Now, let�s not waste my
time.� Slowly Saito drew out his sword from its sheath. The strong metal
glittered under the moonlight as he assumed his signature fighting stance,
ready to launch the technique he was most famous for, the Gatotsu.

�What
about your friend there?� Jine asked, standing up
from his position on the porch of the shrine. He looked at Aoshi
with unmistakable intent for more murder tonight.

Without
sparing a glance to the Shinomori
heir, Saito answered his opponent. �He is here to observe.� He paused to allow
a deadly smirk to grace his face. �You could kill him if you so desire. But
first, your opponent is me and we�ve wasted far too much time for this
pointless chat.�

Jine
let out a mad laugh and finally entered the battle ground. He drew out his
sword and poised it, ready to attack. Though he knew it�s useless against
Saito, he still used his hypnotizing technique, Shin no Ippo. He knew it would buy him a
little time, enough to give him a slight advantage over Saito. As soon as Saito
was rendered immobile, he charged forward accompanied with a muffled whimper
from his pretty captive.

Entirely
prepared for this kind of attack, it didn�t take much effort for Saito to focus
his energy within himself. He gathered his whole concentration to one invisible
point within and released them all at once to release Jine�s
spell on him. He had more than enough time then, to launch his first Gatotsu to his
opponent. Unfortunately Jine had sensed that his
spell had been broken and moved away in time only to attack once again. This
time, too, Saito was prepared with yet another version of Gatotsu.

The
technique was much like himself; fast and efficient; a
quick stab to the opponent�s body, injuring the vital organ that would lead to
severe injuries or immediate death. At the time of war, there was little time
to linger in a combat and Gatotsu was perfect for
this purpose. Even now, it was still Saito�s most beloved technique for he
never found thrill in torture, but in victory.

Jine
was the complete opposite of him, Saito thought. The madman drew out his fights
to enjoy the fear of his victims�. His techniques were pointless and
inefficient. He was Saito�s perfect prey.

Knowing
this, Jine had assumed defense during their fight. He
had also realized that he had little chance to do harm to Saito. Where Gatotsu lacked in
dynamic movements, Saito had developed physical strength and agility. Whenever Jine tried to attack Saito from his blind spot, Saito would
land a kick or a punch to him and if he tried to avoid them, he was in risk of
being cut or stabbed by the old wolf�s sword. Within minutes, Jine had bruises and cut all over him. He panted for breath
as he assessed his opponent. A grin formed on his lips. This was proving much
more fun than he thought. He held his sword horizontally in front of him so
that he could look at the reflection of his own eyes.

�I
am undefeatable! I am powerful!� He told himself repeatedly. He felt power
surged through his body as he chanted those words and grinned wider.

Saito
on the other hand, watched this scene with little interest. It wasn�t his first
time witnessing this. He had since long ago found the weakness in Jine�s technique. He waited until Jine
was finished. �Are you done?� He asked coolly, fearlessly.

Jine
answered this by attacking him with perhaps twice the strength and speed as
before. But Saito was prepared and just before Jine�s
attack could possible cause serious damage to him, he pulled back the hand
which held the sword and stabbed Jine�s chest. He
showed no mercy as Jine�s body was sent flying back
to the shrine, stopping only after it hit the wall.

Calmly,
Saito approached the dead body, silently enjoying the sight of the partially
deformed late swordsman. Looking at his sword, Saito realized what a tough
fight it was. He reached into his pocket to get his cigarette. It was a pretty
decent work out and he was a little proud to note that he hadn�t lost his
skill.

�Saito! Saito!�

�Hmm?� Saito hummed lazily. He
felt a tad lethargic after the fight. After all it was the best he�d had for a
while now. He had almost forgotten the other presences there.

�Something�s
wrong with Soujiro.� Aoshi
told him impatiently, worry etched all over his handsome feature.

Saito
frowned and approached him. Aoshi was kneeling on the
wooden floor of the shrine, holding Soujiro close to
his chest. The boy looked pale and unmoving with sweats beaded his skin.
Immediately Saito was concerned. What had Jine done
to him?

�He
wouldn�t respond when I call him.� Aoshi told him.
�There is a faint pulse. He�s still alive but something�s wrong.�

Saito
checked the boy�s temperature. He frowned when he felt chill under his hand. He
checked the boy�s pulse again just in case and was relieved when he found it. �Jine had used his technique on him. He is in shock. Let�s
get him out of here.�

�Let�s
take him to my house.� Aoshi said, standing up and
carrying the boy in his arms easily.

Saito
knew this was the best option. He couldn�t bring Soujiro
to his house and he didn�t want to explain the situation right now. Shinomori�s manor could actually provide care that the boy
needed as soon as possible and Soujiro was his
priority. With no complain Saito nodded.

TBC

A/N: review, please�. Please�. Save me from the
bottomless darkness brought by ASSignments *dies*
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