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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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Sano stood next to the wood bin where he and Saitou had just spent themselves in rapturous lovemaking. It was wonderful being with his lover in that way again, and of course, Sano didn’t want to have to part from his soul mate.

“I wish you didn’t have to go. Shit, for whatever the reason, everything between us seemed so fucked up. Now that it’s fixed, I have to let you go again, so soon,” Sano said with a slight whine to his voice through his usual puppy-dog pout.

“Duty calls. I want the rubbish taken out,” Saitou said as he swiped the droplets of water from his chin, and then tossed the towel over to Sano.

“Yeah, I want him gone too. That fucker had been screwing with lives for far too long. Horie is another power-hungry mother-fuck, just like Shishio was,” said Sano as he slipped into his gi top. “I just don’t see why I have to stay here at the dojo like some sort of weakling. It makes no sense to me.”

“Ahou…” Saitou huffed beneath his breath.

“What?” Sano questioned. He moved closer to Saitou and confronted the wolf. “Why am I an ahou this time?”

Saitou reached out and straightened Sano’s red headband, and then trailed his fingers lightly against his mate’s cheek. He gently took Sano’s chin in his hand, “It is my duty to protect you… It is my personal duty.” Saitou pressed his lips upon Sano’s mouth and shared a deep, meaningful kiss. His arms took Sano’s shoulders in a soulful embrace. He felt Sano reach around his waist, pulling on him tightly.

“Thanks Saitou,” said Sano in a monotone murmur drenched in a deep sigh. The very last thing Sano wanted to do right then was let go of Saitou. He simply didn’t want to release his lover, and he wished that time could somehow stand still for at least a few more hours. Knowing better, Sano kissed the side of Saitou’s neck and stepped aside to let his man pass.

“Occupy yourself Sanosuke, until I get back,” Saitou passed the threshold and tossed a wave without looking back, and then added, “without getting yourself into trouble.”

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Mochi Hana’s foot stirred ripples in the accumulating pool of crimson liquid. Just inches away, blood drained out of the lifeless corpse that laid crumpled, behind an old, dilapidated building. More of the crimson liquid slid off her tantou and dripped to the ground sounding, drip, drip, drip, beside her foot as she stood and stared at the man whose life she had ended without even a hint of vacillation.

“Damn you Horie,” Mochi Hana cursed. She stooped over the dead man, pinched a ruffled section of his hakama between her fingers, and then ran the blade of her tantou through the folded fabric wiping off the crimson residue. “See what you have done Horie? So many lives, and many more will fall as long as you are alive.”

Mochi Hana blamed Horie for the disgust she felt seeping into the pit of her gut—curdling; decency seemed to diminish as though all that was left to feel was sinister darkness that was growing within. The last thing she wanted to do was kill the man, but there was no other way to have silenced him, for Mochi Hana knew that the man would have informed Horie of her plan to end his life. Yes, it was an unavoidable task. A task she could not allow herself to dwell upon if she was going to find Horie quickly.

A heavy sigh left Mochi Hana’s lips as she backed away from the dead man. She needed to make herself scarce since the authorities would certainly tie the two killings together, especially when the men were connected to Horie. She was pretty sure that the death would be pinned on Horie, but she wasn’t about to take any chances. She retreated from the killing site to continue her manhunt.

As Mochi Hana headed back toward town her mind raced. The very core of her ached, as though her heart was missing vital beats to sustain her. Serizawa had always been there to soothe her on such occasions, but all that comforted her right then, was the fact that death’s portal to Horie’s end was wide open.

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Ichie pushed away from the big English mahogany table and rubbed the shapely rounded cheeks of her butt. “It will take sometime getting used to sitting erect like that with my legs hanging over the edge.”

Nagi pulled a good portion from the bread loaf that had been left on the table and stuck the starchy bundle into his mouth. “Haven’t you sat that way before?” He asked in between chewing and swallowing.

“N… No, actually I haven’t. Never on a fancy piece of furniture such as this,” said Ichie as she ran her fingers over the smooth, cool silken fabric. “I’ve sat on crates and old stumps in the daikon fields, but never for any length of time.”

Nakuyo chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Ichie asked, a tiny hint of a frown showed at her brows.

“It’s not easy for me to imagine you sitting on a tree stump in the middle of a field,” said Nakuyo chuckling even more at the very image in his mind.

Nagi nodded his head in agreement. “Ichie, you look more likely to be seated on a princess’ throne,” he said as he broke more bread from the loaf, and continue to stuff his already fattened cheeks.

You two are terrible, though I have to admit that I do like the thought of being a princess,” Ichie’s full grin shown brightly across her face. “A well loved princess, of course.”

“Nakuyo nodded excitedly as he imagined how it would feel like being in the presence of a real princess. He bowed, and then he spoke with a servant’s tone, “At your service my princess.”

Nagi followed Nakuyo’s lead and also bowed. “Your wish is my command,” he echoed, but then looked at the amount of dishes scattered abroad the tabletop and added, “as soon as I take care of this mess.”

“Let me help you with this,” Ichie said taking up a dish into her tiny hands.

“No, no, you mustn’t,” Nagi said quickly snatching the ware from her. “Horie-sama has made it ever so clear to us that we tend to our own tasks, and never allow them to overlap with anyone else’s task. It is his way of keeping us all in check. If we fall short of our duties in anyway, there would be no room for question, or argument.”

Nakuyo concurred with a head nod, “It is true Ichie-san. Horie-sama is very strict when it involves our individual obligations to him. We must not cross him in any way.”

“No we mustn’t cross him,” confirmed Nagi.

Ichie sensed the fear in both of the young men, but said nothing. She was afraid to push either of them for more, but decided to wait for another opportunity to bring the topic up to the forefront. Instead, she bowed graciously and was about to make her way back to her chambers, but then realized that she could not remember her way. She turned toward Nakuyo and shrugged.

“I’m afraid I’ve forgotten my way back to my quarters,” Ichie mentioned as though she was a damsel in distress.

Chuckling once again Nakuyo found Ichie to be innocently sweet, he had even wondered if she was attached to anyone in particular, or was she as he was—alone.

“You keep laughing at me,” Ichie said, her brows hinted a slight frown once again. “What is it this time?”

“Nothing in particular. I find you entertaining,” replied Nakuyo.

“Humph,” Ichie sounded off snobbishly. “I’m sure you find me very entertaining, especially in Horie’s chambers.”

Rather shocked at Ichie’s comment, Nakuyo tried to defend his innocence. “I did not mean it that way, honest! Please believe me,” Nakuyo blushed, but failed to look directly at Ichie to convince her of his sincerity, for part of him enjoyed taking advantage of the sensual sights of her feminine display while Horie manhandled her.

“Nakuyo, why don’t you show Ichie the way back to her quarters? You are just getting in the way here,” Nagi suggested, for he had given up trying to reach around Nakuyo to get to the table wares.”

“Yes,” Ichie quickly agreed, “why don’t you show me how to get around in this terribly difficult labyrinth.”

“It isn’t so bad really,” Nakuyo said rather relieved that Nagi changed the uncomfortable subject. “Come, I’ll show you how to read the corridors from the main chamber.” Nakuyo gestured toward the exit and waited for Ichie to respond.

“Thank you Nagi,” Ichie bowed offering her sweet smile. “The meal was exquisite. I feel as though I’m leaving here as a child who had just been spoiled rotten.”

“You’re welcome,” Nagi responded with a bow. It appeared Nagi wobbled a little to put effort into folding his midsection into a bow, for he was a stout fellow, and very rounded indeed. “Preparing food has always been a pleasure of mine. It is even better when others enjoy my creations.”

“This way,” Nakuyo prodded Ichie gently.

Leaving Nagi with another quick bow, Ichie followed Nakuyo out the exit. She admired the walls of the cave-like structure noticing how Horie’s manmade props blended together with the natural cavern walls. It all appeared to fit so perfectly giving the corridors a rich, elegant feel, when caves were supposed to be cold, damp and barren.

“The walls here are very different than what I imagined caves are supposed to be like,” said Ichie as they padded along the corridor’s path.

“Hmn, you’re very observant Ichie. These walls are solid rock, which is very unusual, for being a part of an island and all. Most people say it is all sacred ground. Some people say that this whole area is a giant piece of solid rock, like a giant pebble with a maze within. Nevertheless, very few people know about this place. Horie-sama mentioned that only a handful know of its existence, so it makes a perfect hideout.”

“This part is rather spooky if you ask me,” Ichie shivered as they left the bright lights of the kitchen and dining room behind. “Now it is beginning to feel like a cave, damp and even cold.” She picked up her pace to walk at Nakuyo’s side in attempts to steal a bit of warmth off his shoulder.

“It is only because we’ve left the light behind and the walls are not as visible in this area. There are torch lamps that light these parts as well, but we all know our way around so well that Horie left it up to Nagi to keep this part lit, or not.”

Though Nakuyo liked the idea of being somewhat of guardian over Ichie right then, he shuddered to think what Horie would do to the both of them if he saw them in a situation with even a hint of fondness shared between. “Don’t worry, these dark spots normally do not go on for very long. All of the corridors connect and intersect in one way or another. All except the one on the other side of Horie’s sleep room.”

“Ah yes I did notice that room. I thought it odd that I couldn’t see anything beyond its entrance,” Ichie said. “Do you know what is on the other side of that partition?”

Nakuyo shrugged both of his boyish shoulders. The sharpness of his bone structure had not quite filled in with mature muscle, but rather, his over all body-frame was tottering between adolescence and a young adult. “I’ve actually only been past the door once, but I didn’t see much, for there was yet another partition, just like the one I past the initial entry. Beyond that, is a mystery.”

“Maybe it’s the treasury room. Maybe it’s filled with gold and jewels!” Ichie exclaimed with excitement, her eyes glistening with wonder.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to think that, although it would be fun to dwell on. Horie-sama had already warned me not to enter that room under any circumstances.”

Ichie shrugged. “Doesn’t that make you curious? I mean, the mystery of it all. It makes my skin crawl. Horie-sama does seem to be hiding something.”

“Horie-sama is a man of many talents, and just as many appetites.” Nakuyo stopped abruptly and took Ichie by the arm to halt her in her track. “Please, don’t go poking around. Horie-sama is not to be toyed with. He can be deadly, and it doesn’t take much either.”

Ichie took advantage of the opportunity and quickly landed a small kiss upon Nakuyo’s cheek. “Don’t go on worrying about me. I’ll be careful.”

Startled by Ichie’s forwardness, Nakuyo touched his kiss-teased cheek with his fingertips. “Come on, I best get you to your chamber,” he said, for the lack of anything better to say. His beating heart had him feel as though he was going to fall over his words. It was during that moment that Nakuyo discovered, or rather admitted his extreme desire to take her into his arms and explore her femininity with his hands, his mouth...his tongue. He wondered if she was able to see his desires in his eyes, or if she could hear his pounding heart.

“Are you okay?” Ichie asked as she passed her tiny hand across his line of focus. “Nakuyo-san?”

“Hmmm?” Nakuyo snapped out of the spell he was under. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Come, we must go,” he insisted and walked toward the faint light at the other side of the corridor.

Ichie was beginning to think that Nakuyo was nothing less than adorable. His boyish manner, his shyness were truly irresistible. Although Horie, a man, so strong, so very handsome and mesmerizing beyond description was the main objective of Ichie's reason for being at the hideout, there was a distinct innocence about Nakuyo that she was admittedly very attracted to. Besides, Ichie felt as through she had bit off more than she could actually chew running to Horie the way she had. He was obviously more man than she felt confident to handle. However, the more time she spent with Nakuyo, who was basically around her age, she was finding herself enamored by him.

“All right, remember this room?” Nakuyo questioned as they left the dim corridor and step through the elegant entry of the main Chamber.

“Of course I remember this room. It is the most beautiful room I have ever seen in my life. Look at the walls in here,” Ichie pointed toward the smooth, towering rock sides of the chamber, “doesn’t it look to you as though the walls are shimmering with gold?” Ichie walked to the wall that dribbled water into a shallow natural pond, surrounded by glowing candles of every color imaginable. “And this Nakuyo, how grand is this?”

“Yes, you are right,” Nakuyo agreed. “This entire room is extraordinary—fit for a king.”

“Or an emperor?” Horie interjected. “Or better yet, this is all fit for an extremely brilliant, undefeatable ruler…myself.” He walked center room and pierced Nakuyo and Ichie with an accusing stare.

“Forgive us Horie-sama, I was showing Ichie-san how to get around the ring of corridors,” said Nakuyo.

“Where you?” Horie’s suspicious tone had frozen the two in their places.

“Yes,” Ichie replied, “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find my way to my quarters, so Nakuyo volunteered to show me the way.

“That is right,” Nakuyo said quickly in agreement. “I thought it would be best to show how all the corridors relate to this room, so if Ichie-san ever loses her way, she would be able to get her bearings here.”

Horie chortled amusingly. “You do know that the two of you seem to try and explain yourselves when I had not requested an explanation?”

Silence.

“Well, go on then. I will more than likely be busy until this evening. The operation does not run on its own, mind you.” Horie motioned with his hand, “Go on now.”

Nakuyo and Ichie scurried along immediately at Horie’s command, not wasting any time at all, for they feared that Horie may just as easily change his mind and demand deeds from either one.

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Saitou dabbed his smoke out in the tray that was partially buried beneath, what seemed like, countless files and paperwork. He pushed away from the desk that had taken claim to his presence for the better part of the day. The wolf was tired, yet a yearning to keep at it kept his spirit alive and his system churning. It wasn’t just Horie’s case that was on the wolf’s mind, but a few other non-related cases turned over in his mind as well.

“Fujita, sir…” Cho stuck his head through his office door.

“Hmn? What is it?” “Aoshi asked me to fetch you.”

“Reason for that, hmmm?” Saitou asked seemingly unalarmed.

“No specifics, though he did say it was in connection with the two cut throats discovered this morning.”

“I see,” Saitou nodded and reached for his coat on the rack. “Lead on, you will accompany me in my carriage.”

“Got you!” Cho said clicking his heels together like a western country soldier, though he wasn’t wearing boots for the sound effects.

The carriage ride was a short one, a few blocks at the most before the driver stopped the carriage just short of an alleyway.

“Through yonder,” Cho said as he tossed his head toward the alley. “We’ll take the, zigzag approach, just incase someone smelling us out.”

Saitou stood at the entrance of the alley and shook his head.

“What? Maybe some other way of approach?” Cho questioned in reference to Saitou’s gesture.

“Your choice of words Cho, that is all. It never ceases to amaze me.”

“Oh you notice my poetic graces. It’s funny that it has taken you this long to appreciate that about me Fujita-sir.”

Saitou smirked. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I was complimenting you.”

“No? Well hell, I’ll just receive it as a compliment then,” Cho winked with confidence.

The men set out into the alley where the food merchants were busy serving up noodles to the citizens who were all off carrying on businesses of their own. From the laundry cleaners, to the fabric and herbal merchants, most everyone made a stop at one time or another during their hectic business exchanges, to visit the noodle vendors who lined most every business back alley throughout Tokyo. Behind one of the vending stands, an even narrower alley extended far into the rows of buildings that created it. It was down one of these back allies that Cho was leading Saitou.

Between another narrow-packed row of buildings, stood two figures, barely recognizable. They were tucked into the shadows, and blended well against the backdrop. Of course, Saitou’s guard had been turned up to peak attention as he walked the distance, and even more so when visibility had become limited due to the shadows the building’s awnings created. With his hand upon his weapon at his side, he advanced and approached the figures with caution.

“This is Horie’s sister,” Aoshi said in a low tone, as his eye left Saitou’s to skim over the tiny frame of the young woman who was standing next to him.

Saitou nodded, and he replied in an equally low tone, “I can see that, and it would be a good thing to know why it is that I am looking upon this woman.”

“This woman, answers to the name, Mochi Hana,” the young woman said sternly.

Saitou eyed Mochi Hana rather amusingly. “I take it that you are either a plant sent by your brother who wishes you to take root in our affairs, or you simply see Horie for what he truly is.”

“It is the latter, I assure you,” Mochi Hana said noticing Saitou’s piercing golden eyes. “I want that man dead. I blame him for my man, Serizawa’s death. Horie cares for no one, but himself, and he will stop at nothing to rule the underworld.”

“Hell, scum like that don’t go on too long. The way things seem to work in this life, is that evil will end up getting destroyed, especially when there are awesome people like us to whoop some asses who deserve it,” Cho blurted quite proudly.

“I wouldn’t have used the same words as this excitable young man, but I do agree with him,” Saitou nodded. “It is just a matter of time. Evil never prevails.”

“How is Mitsu-san?” Mochi Hana asked Cho.

Cho smiled with fondness and replied with a wink to his eye, “She’s a strong woman, although she appears to be fragile, but she can't hide being worried about you and Ichie.”

Mochi Hana frowned. “I haven’t located Ichie yet, but I am sure that she went running to Horie since she obviously had designs on him from the very beginning. Running to Horie is her way of getting back at Mitsu. She has not forgiven Mitsu for running off with Horie, leaving her with their mother to care for.” Mochi Hana sighed heavily and added, “Unfortunately, I couldn’t locate Horie’s hideout.”

“I take it that your attempts involved two of Horie’s men recently?”, questioned Saitou.

“That was unavoidable,” Mochi Hana’s retort carried a hint of regret. “I do not make it a habit of taking the lives of men, but under these circumstances, if Horie catches wind of my desire to destroy him before he destroys more lives with drugs and weapons, I’ll see to whatever that needs to be done to render him still.”

“More than likely your brother will get wind of your vendetta, but it will not be through us. We want him stopped as well,” Aoshi said.

“I felt it necessary to fill the authorities in on my mission,” said Mochi Hana. “I had no idea that Cho was working with the police inspector, he did great work undercover. For one thing, he kept Mitsu safe, as well as her sister, Ichie. Cho is a brave man.”

“Awww shucks,” Cho said blushingly. “I didn’t do anything more than a good samurai would have done. Watchin’ over beautiful women was definitely my pleasure.”

“The dramatics that goes on with you and Sano can put the Kabuki to shame,” Aoshi accused.

“Either you got it, or you don’t. I happen to belong to the gifted group,” Cho boasted with his head held high.

“Boys…” Mochi Hana interrupted. “Cho, please take care of Mitsu. She is better off with you.”

“And yourself?” Saitou inquired.

“I’m better off alone for now. Horie will be looking for me, but if Ichie had gotten to the man, Horie will be looking for me to end my life. I’m sure of it. I’ll not jeopardize any of your lives in the process of a sibling combat.”

“Aoshi, keep me informed of Mochi Hana’s progress,” Saitou posted.

Mochi Hana glanced at Aoshi catching the shinobi's ice-blue eyes with her own. "I’ll keep in communication with your fine shinobi, now that I know he can be trusted—that is, if he can keep up with me.” Mochi Hana slipped her black hood over her head, and tightened the veil across the lower part of her face. She looked once again at Aoshi and gave him a knowing nod, and then she lit off silently up the side of the building wall, onto the roof, then out of sight.

“Gentlemen?” Saitou met each man’s eyes with his own. “We have work to do.”
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