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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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“What is it this time?” Horie questioned obviously irritated. He wasn’t at all pleased with having to force his built-up lust aside. He quickly composed himself and sat erect upon the settee. Turning to Ichie he gave her a stern look, “I will attend to this matter at a later time,” he said.

Ichie straightened her kimono, not wanting Koji to enter and realize that Horie was, again, taking advantage of her. At the same time Ichie hoped that Horie would excuse her from his presence, free her to run through the corridor, and seek out Sano who had given his word to save her. She sensed that she was in terrible danger, for she knew that Horie would never count her as anything more than a sexual trinket, she was expendable and terribly vulnerable.

“Come,” Horie called out to Koji sternly and on edge.

Koji, without haste, made his way to face Horie. “Forgive me for interrupting, but what I have to tell you cannot wait.”

“Go on, go on!” Horie demanded impatiently.

“Well sir,” said Koji, “it is the guest you had in the disciplinary room.”

Horie immediately clinched his fist and stood from the settee. “What are you telling me, ‘the guest we HAD’? Damn it, I hope you’re not here to tell me that he’d escaped!” The whites of Horie’s eyes shown brightly and his voice, threatening.

“I’m sorry Horie-sama…”

“You’re Sorry? You do not know the word, sorry!” Horie shouted angrily. “I promise that you will understand the word thoroughly if I find out that you are responsible for this!” Horie looked over at Ichie, “Did you see anything out in the corridors when you were out there?”

“N…no, Horie-sama,” Ichie stuttered as she cowered away from Horie as though she was expecting the back of his hand to strike her across her face.

“The guards!” Horie shouted as he took Koji by the collar and shook him. “Did you at least alert the guards?”

“I’m sorry Horie-sama,” Koji said and coughed as the collar to his kimono tightened around his throat. “I thought that you should be notified first.” Horie’s extremely tight grasp at Koji’s kimono was merciless. Koji tried to pull the v-shaped collar apart with his hands to prevent it from cutting off his airway, but it was useless. Horie threw Koji down against the ground as though the young man was weightless.

“What good are either of you?” Horie’s eyes flashed red and ruthless, an unmistakable sign of his temper flaring. “Woman, you stay here. Koji, you come with me,” he ordered.

Koji followed his lord out into the corridors to summon the guards leaving Ichie to stand alone not knowing what to do next. She dared not move until she was sure she was at a safe distance away from Horie’s apparent anger.

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“I find it odd that the guard hasn’t moved from that spot for over thirty minutes,” Saitou said to Cho in a hushed voice. They were both crouched low to the ground hiding behind a thick row of green brush. “The last two goons we ran into were unloading that wagon, more than likely they were planning on meeting up with goon number three here.”

“Yeah,” Cho agreed. “This guy looks like he’s getting paid just to stand there.” Cho scratched his head in thought; “It makes no sense to be bringing supplies up here. I don’t see a camp, and there aren’t any more men, just that dumbass standing there waitin’ for hell knows what.”

Saitou snickered, “That loser has a long wait if he is anticipating that delivery.”

“Yup,” Cho laughed along quietly. “They were way too easy to knock off, or was that just because we make a perfect team?”

“Shhhhh,” Saitou held his finger up to his lips and then pointed toward the single guard standing against the side of the large hill. “He seems to be checking out the foliage behind him.”

“Could be that goon is into smellin’ the flowers. You know, like he has a soft side to his brutish appearance.”

Indeed, it did appear that the guard had turned around to smell the flowers on the thick vines that draped over the hill behind him, but in reality he had heard something behind him. Unbeknown to both Saitou and Cho the guard was standing directly in front of Horie’s hideout, the entrance to the labyrinth below.

“What the hell is that guy doing anyway? It now looks like he’s not only smellin’ the flowers, but he appears to be talking to them. He’s lost his mind standing out in the sun too long,” commented Cho as he witnessed the guard’s strange behavior.

Suddenly Saitou and Cho observe the guard staggering backwards holding his face, as if he was struck markedly hard.

“What the fuck?” Cho questioned in stunned surprise.

“Sanosuke!” Saitou stood quickly from the brush that concealed him.

Out from the thick hanging vines Sano pounced and landed a sharp uppercut to the guard’s midsection. The guard folded forward wrapping his arms around his lower torso. Immediately, Sano took the advantage and landed another uppercut to the man’s already bloodied jaw. It was enough to render the man unconscious as he fell flat on his back.

“Sano?” Cho questioned as he took his stand next to Saitou among the thick brush. “Hell, that no way looks like Sano!”

Sano stood over the unconscious man, his fists clenched and his breathing hard and deep. As soon as he heard movement in the brush, he put up his fists and stood ready to take on more of Horie’s defenders, but then quickly realized that it was a sight for his tired, sore eyes.

“Saitou!” Sano gleefully shouted. “It’s about time! What the fuck took you guys so long?” Sano darted across the small path to meet up with his equally relieved comrades.

“Well look at you,” said Cho as he eyed Sano from head to toe dressed in one of Horie’s finest. “If I hadn’t seen you with my own eyes I would never have believed you could ever look this classy.”

“Yeah, not my choice of clothes, believe me,” replied Sano. “At least what I’m wearing isn’t covered with dirt and dust like the two of you. You two look like the war chewed you up and spat you out.”

“It appears to me that you got out in one piece,” Saitou mentioned as he traced his eyes over Sano’s body. The wolf’s glance was more a deed of admiration rather than to examine Sano’s welfare. “Is that a cave you came out from?”

“Horie’s hideout,” Sano motioned toward the false front to Horie’s lair. “He’s got one hell of a place going on in that mountain. I was able to see only a small part of it, but what I saw, I didn’t like.”

Sano went on to explain the layout of Horie’s dwelling and filled the men in on the few guards he had to take out to regain his freedom, and included the fact that Ichie was being held against her will as well.

Saitou shook his head regretfully. “We don’t have time to buy. As astute as Horie is I’m sure he’d gotten wind that you are no longer his captive.” He looked over at Sano finding it quite difficult to refrain from pulling the young man into his arms. “You’ll have to lead us through there Sanosuke, before Horie can get reinforcement.”

“Or escape,” Cho added.

“Right, follow me. Once in there prepare yourselves for darkness. It’ll be pitched black. We have to follow the right wall; it will eventually lead us to some light, which will be the corridor that leads to the main room. We’ll have to cut across that room to get to Horie’s chamber. Beyond that was where I was locked up, a place called the disciplinary room. I’m guessing that we’ll find Mitsu’s sister along the way, if not there.”

“Men, prepare yourselves,” said Saitou as they entered the mouth of Horie’s lair in line. First Sano entered and stopped just a few yards into the cavern to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness, followed by Saitou and Cho who did the same.

“Stay against this wall,” Sano whispered out the instructions as they carefully entered deeper into the cavern.

“I can’t see worth shit in here,” said Cho.

“You were already warned about that Broom-Head,” Sano couldn’t resist saying.

“To hell with you, Rooster-Head. I was just making conversation,” Cho snapped.

Saitou pushed the two quarreling young men apart, for they were about to get in one another’s faces. “Silence!” Saitou demanded. “Do you morons want to bring Horie’s entire squad on us?”

The men walked in silence the rest of the way until they reached the lit corridor. Every now and again they paused and listened for any hint of activity, but it was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet for their comfort. Nonetheless, they continued to go forward ignoring off shoots of unknown corridors that seem to go off to nowhere. It was best to stick to the path that Sano was familiar with to avoid an ambush.

“This is it, the main corridor that leads to the first room I told you about,” said Sano as he pointed to the left. “Just around that turn the main room is on the right.”

“Lead on,” ordered Saitou.

As they approached the curve in the long hall Saitou halted the men. “Sano, you go ahead and we’ll keep an eye on you from here.”

Sano crouched low and quietly made his way to the big, deep room where Horie spent most of his time in, but upon his arrival it was also very quiet. Sano signaled the all clear to Saitou and Cho who were still lurking in the shadows of the corridor.

“I took down four of Horie’s goon-guards before I got out. That could be why it’s so quiet,” said Sano in a hushed voice. “Hold on here. The next room is massive. I’ll check it out and make sure it’s clear.”

No sooner than Sano stepped a few feet into the main room Horie entered the room from his chamber’s entryway. He laughed wickedly as he pointed a gun at Sano’s head.

“I was expecting you to return, and with more guest to entertain us with?”

“Huh?” Sano stood vertical--dumbfounded. He quickly did an about face and saw that Cho and Saitou were being escorted into the room behind him by three rather oversized, stalwartly guards. “Shit.”

“I take it our young guest grew lonely in the disciplinary room left all alone, so now we have even more guests, which is fine by me,” said Horie as he walked straight up to Sano and peered into the young man’s wide almond shaped eyes. “Thank you for inviting them. I would have asked them to join us sooner, but I had a feeling they were already on their way,” he balefully laughed. “Go on, stand next to your friends, I’d like to examine my trophies.”

“Cho-san,” Horie addressed.

Cho peered at Horie and snarled. He wanted to lash out at the mendacious man and gorge his eyes out for the heartache and pain he had caused Mitsu over the course of years. Instead the young man clenched his teeth, seething within.

Horie walked up to Cho and spoke softly into the young man’s ear. “Tell me…is she any good for you? She didn’t do a damn thing for me for the few years I fucked her.”

Cho was about to strike Horie in his fury, which immediately had Horie’s guards up in arms behind them in ready stance to lash at them.

“Cho!” Saitou called out quickly which stopped Cho from allowing his anger to overtake him.

“That’s right little man,” Horie snickered sarcastically, “listen to your elder, you might learn something.”

Horie walked over to the end table at the other side of the room. “Secure them and bring them over to me. I’ll be in the disciplinary room,” he ordered firmly, and then he set his gun down to pour himself a drink.

Saitou looked over at Sano as they were being forced to surrender themselves to having their hands tied behind them.

“Sorry about this,” said Sano feeling a little guilty for the mess he believed he had gotten them in.

Saitou snickered and gave Sano that special look that he does when admiring the young man. “This wasn’t your fault, that much I am sure of.”

“Uh huh,” Cho agreed. “Don’t go taking the blame for scoundrels.”

The statement earned Cho a solid strike to his midsection from one of the feral guards. “Watch who you’re calling a scoundrel, asshole,” said the guard as he continued to tie Cho’s wrist.

“Yeah, that lesson I learned the hard way here,” said Sano, “best keep the name calling to a minimum.”

While the men were having wrist restraints secured on them, Horie ordered Koji to ready the shackles in the disciplinary room for their new guests.

“Ahhh, so there you are my lovely,” Horie said to Ichie as he entered the cold, hollow room to supervise Koji. “Come to me woman, we have three new guests I would like for you to entertain.”

“Entertain?” Ichie questioned.

“Yes entertain…you know—provide amusement.” Horie reached out and caught Ichie’s chin and peered into her eyes, “I get the distinct impression that you thoroughly enjoy parading yourself around men. Now, you will have your chance; a captive audience, if you will.” Horie fanned his hand out as though introducing a stage act as the guards led Saitou, Sano and Cho into the room.

Horie eyed each captive as they were being led in to stand before him. He snickered wickedly and licked his lips as though his thoughts were provoking evil intentions that were readable upon his countenance. No doubt, Horie had designs on using the men for his abhorrent games. Even the atmosphere around him was forbiddingly dismal. The men sensed its ominous threat, and each calculated his escape, but at the same time they were waiting for the right moment. Surely they alone were no contest for the firearms Horie blatantly flashed around earlier.

“Where do you want this,” asked Nakuyo as he pushed Horie’s favorite western style chair across the polished stone floor.

“Right where I am standing page,” Horie replied. “Right where I am able to watch Ichie performing on each man I have here.”

“Huh?” Ichie questioned as the shock of Horie’s statement pierced through her with much humiliation.

Horie laughed aloud sadistically, relishing over the fact that his words tormented Ichie. The dread and fear upon her face as she realized Horie’s thirst for barbarous behavior stimulated his lascivious nature.

“Please,” Ichie pleaded.

“Yes, woman… You will please me by pleasing each of the men here that stands before you,” said Horie with a hint of viciousness in his tone. “I’d like to observe you at your best.” Horie chuckled and sat back into his chair. “Let’s make this more interesting,” he added. “Let me just say that if any one of these virile men find you displeasing in anyway, you will suffer for your inadequacy.”

“What the fuck?” Sano blurted and tried to break his hands loose from the binding. “I’m not taking part in this shit!”

“Oh?” Horie chuckled and crossed one leg over his other as he made himself comfortable in the chair. “Then I’m afraid the woman will suffer for your refusal to participate. If she fails at seduction from the very start, I will consider her to have failed over all.”

Saitou shook his head in disgust. “Such debased vileness from a man who is trying desperately to make his mark in this world.”

Horie’s ruthless laugh echoed off of the cavern walls. “I find that statement very amusing coming from a former, infamous Shinsengumi Captain.” Horie brought his drink up to his lips and wet it. “Yes, I’ve done research on you, and once I realized whom it was that I was dealing with, I anticipated your demise ever since."

“Is that so?” Saitou sarcastically questioned tagged with a snicker.

"I knew that you would come looking for me sooner or later, and I also knew that I’d eventually capture you and have you at face with me precisely like you are now.” Horie stood up from his chair and walked directly up to Saitou and setting his face only inches away. “Oh the wonderful, bestial things I played out in my mind to toy with you with until I finally decide when to end your life.”

Saitou heard a whistling sound speed past his head in that instant. Immediately after that the guard behind him shouted in what sounded like a shriek of sudden agony. Warm blood sprayed against Saitou’s left cheek. Instantly, Saitou bolted forward and struck Horie in the face with his forehead. The impact was enough to send the underground lord staggering backward with both of his hands covering his face.

The events happened in rapid succession, too quickly for either Horie, or his men to brace for what was actually occurring. On the other hand Saitou recognized the sound of the shinobi’s kunai flying past him. Since the target had been Horie’s guard Saitou knew that their backup had arrived.

The other two guards turned to face the assailants with a charge. One shinobi stood his ground while the other quickly darted avoiding the oncoming brutes to cut the ties from Saitou’s wrists freeing him. Saitou, in turn, threw himself upon Horie’s figure on the floor, keeping the man from reaching into his coat to retrieve a weapon.

“Koji!” Horie shouted urgently. “Get Nakuyo the hell out of here! Now!” Horie got that much out before Saitou’s fist met the side of his face with force.

“Come on Nakuyo,” said Koji as he tugged on Nakuyo’s arm trying to get the young man to move out from harm’s way. When that didn’t work, Koji pushed against the boy’s chest. “Come on, I have to get you out of here!”

“But Horie-sama! Horie-sama needs us!” Nakuyo said in a panic.

“You’ll only make it worse for Horie-sama if you stay. He wants you out of here for Buddha’s sake! Come with me now!”

Koji got Nakuyo as far as the door to the rear exit and was trying to get him out and into the tunnel that eventually opened up to the trail to the pavilion. Nakuyo didn’t want to leave his Lord’s side, so he fought against Koji at the threshold. Koji gave it one more try. With all his strength he slammed his body against Nakuyo causing the young man to trip over his own feet and fall backwards. Koji could see by the light of the door that Nakuyo laid there on the ground without movement.

“Nakuyo! Nakuyo, get up,” Koji said shaking Nakuyo’s shoulders. “Shit, I knocked him out. Damn it!” Koji lifted Nakuyo at the shoulders and heaved. He began dragging Nakuyo through the darkness of the narrow tunnel that led them outside. He kept pulling Nakuyo alongside the narrow cliff’s edge knocking small pebbles and rocks over the side as he went.

In the meantime, Horie managed to get back up on his feet and continued to bash it out with Saitou. Sano and Cho were occupied with the guards, though as many guards they dropped, more were entering in through the front doorway. There were fists and knives striking and slashing everywhere as they fought.

Horie broke away from Saitou and ran toward the exit. He grabbed for Ichie, who at the time was being covered by Mochi Hana. Horie snatched the fragile woman up in his arms and held a sharp tantou to her delicate throat. He warned Saitou above all the clatter that was going on, “Stand back, or I’ll slit her throat!”

Both Saitou and Mochi Hana froze in their tracks. Horie was unpredictable, but worse was the fact that Horie wouldn’t give a second thought about slitting Ichie’s throat if he was the least bit pressured to do so and Saitou was well aware of that. Ichie was terrified, the whites of her eyes could be seen across the room along with the huge tears that ran down her face.

“Please, don’t let him kill me! I don’t want to die this way,” Ichie pleaded and wept.

“Hold off Mochi Hana,” said Saitou. "We can’t rush him, not this maniac.”

Horie let out an almost inhuman sounding cackle as he backed his way to the door that led to the narrow tunnel where Koji and Nakuyo went through minutes before.

“We can’t let Horie get away!” Mochi Hana exclaimed. “Though I don’t want to see him killed, we have no other choice. Reasoning with him is useless. My brother must be stopped at all costs.” She ran a few steps to a fallen guard and took up an unsheathed sword. “He has to be stopped, even if I have to kill him myself,” she hollered.

“No! Mochi Hana,” Saitou called out behind her. “You’ll get yourself killed!”

Mochi Hana turned a deaf ear to Saitou and took off after Horie into the dark narrow tunnel.

“Damn it!” Saitou pulled a sword from one of the dead guard who was sprawled out on the ground, and then he darted after her leaving the chaotic room of clashing bodies behind him and exited through the same door as the rest had done before him. He carefully ran through the dimly lit underground passage until he found himself surrounded by darkness. He stopped and listened. The only thing he could hear was the tussle between the men he’d left behind. He tried to listen beyond that, but heard nothing ahead of him, so he quickly moved forward feeling his way as he went.

It was only moments that passed when he saw a faint light ahead. Saitou realized that it was sunlight that cast the distinct pattern of bright rays lighting the way to the exit. Yes, Saitou was sure he was approaching an exit, he could smell the fresh air and feel its coolness against his face and arms. It wasn’t the same throughway he had entered Horie’s lair by, but it was definitely a way out.

Saitou crossed over the narrow cliff trail and stopped in the middle of the small meadow before the trail continued into a heavy curtain of bamboo. He listened carefully and could make out voices carried by the breeze. Mochi Hana had no doubt caught up to Horie and confronted him.

“Let her go,” Mochi Hana demanded. “Don’t you think you’ve killed enough people? What happened to you? We both are from the same family, learned the same things together, and we were both taught to have respect for the people around us. What was it that turned you into an unmerciful beast?”

“It is the only way to survive, the only way to live above the rest—above poverty, which seems to be the normal standard for most people today,” Horie replied bitterly. “I paid my dues. I struggled like everyone else, I even had gotten close to starving to death, but I woke up after being doused with hell’s portion of reality.”

Ichie was beside herself with terror as she whimpered, yearning for the right to live, even if it did mean going back to the mediocre life she lived before Horie changed everything. “Please help me,” she weakly pleaded as she stretched out her arm toward Mochi Hana.

“If it means that much to you,” Horie said with hatred in his voice. Without warning, or show of concern, the edge of Horie’s shiny tantou slowly sank into Ichie’s throat slicing right through the life-sustaining jugular releasing a spray of pressurized blood to drift into the breeze toward Mochi Hana.

“You hideous bastard!” Mochi Hana cried out in disbelief at what just unfolded before her eyes.

“You asked me to release the woman, so I did. I released her from her hellish prison she was called to live. Besides, I wasn’t about to set her free, not after she betrayed you and the rest of the people who genuinely cared for her. She was unworthy, don’t you understand?”

Mochi Hana’s stomach turned at the thought of being related to the monster that stood before her. She glanced over at Koji as he held Nakuyo up who was barely conscious, his arm draped around Koji’s shoulders enabling him to stand on wobbling legs.

“You two,” Mochi Hana addressed Koji and Nakuyo, “why don’t you run for your lives. Can’t you see that the man is insane? He has no respect for life and is a brutal murderer; leave him!”

Saitou broke through the bamboo covering just in time to see Horie toss Ichie to the ground. Upon seeing Saitou approaching, Horie snatched Nakuyo from Koji and held the tantou against the young man’s throat, just as he had Ichie moments before. Ichie’s blood dripped from the sharp weapon and dotted the front of Nakuyo’s kimono.

Saitou moved around the side of the pavilion to stand in front of it. “You’re running out of cover. You might as well give up and retire from your scum filled interests,” Saitou said as he moved closer to Horie with his raised katana before him.

“You underestimate me,” said Horie, and then he began to laugh. “My interests reach far beyond Japan.”

It was Mochi Hana that sprung forward without warning. She believed that there was a chance to knock Horie off balance giving Saitou an opportunity to make his way to Horie and accomplish the rest. However, Horie saw it coming. He swooped Nakuyo up in his arms and with forceful, churning momentum behind his swing; he released Nakuyo to fall over the edge of the cliff.

“NO!” Mochi Hana screamed as she saw Nakuyo’s kimono in slow motion follow his weak efforts to hold onto life as he fell toward his doom. “You damn bloodthirsty madman!”

Horie quickly looked over at Koji and laughed again. “Koji, my faithful servant…”

“Yes Horie-sama,” Koji replied loudly as his heels hung over the edge of the mountain.

“Come, our freedom awaits us.”
“Hai, Horie-sama.”

Horie turned to look at his sister and smiled. “You will no longer be forced to think about avenging your man’s death. I know you’ve blamed me for what happened to him. You will be free now.”

Horie turned and ran straight off the tall mountain’s cliff, followed by his faithful servant, Koji. Saitou and Mochi Hana rushed to and stopped at the edge of the cliff and peered at the drop below. Nothing could be seen of their bodies, for the bottom of the drop was covered with masses of trees and brush.

Saitou set his arm around Mochi Hana’s shoulders as she wept quietly.
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