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Title: The Geas

Author: Dragon�s Daughter

Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin

Disclaimer: I don�t own
Rurouni Kenshin. I am making no profit by writing this fan fiction. It is
intended for recreation purposes only.

Pairing: K/K A/M

Rating: R / NC-17

Summary: Life hasn�t been
good for Kaoru since the day her father died and her evil witch of a stepmother
turned her into a literal slave. A spell binds her every movement and hides her
from the sight of the world until she happens across the path of Kenshin, a veteran
of the Revolution who can not only see her, but is instantly smitten with her!

Archiving: Shattered
Theories, Adult Fanfiction.net, Fanfiction.net

Notes: The unedited version
of this fic will be available at Adult Fanfiction.net
and at my personal webpage, Shattered Theories.

Prologue:
Once Upon a Time�

Once
upon a time, not so long ago, there was a little girl who was very special.

She
didn�t know she was special, not until she got older, but she was special
nonetheless. Her father didn�t know that she was special either, so he raised
her like any other little girl; with sweets, and hugs, and shoulder rides. The
little girl and her father loved each other very much, especially since they
were all the other had in the world.

You
see, the little girl�s mother had died shortly after the little girl was born
leaving the Father to care for their child. He was young and idealistic and so
he shouldered the burden with a smile even though his heart bled when other men
might have left their child with a female relative or a neighbor.

Still,
there were other things to occupy the little girl�s mind. Her father ran a Dojo
where he taught Kenjutsu and there
was nothing the little girl loved more than to perch in the open door of the
training hall and watch her father and his students drill their forms. The
steady and repetitive motion entranced her. It was no great leap of the
imagination for her to mentally translate those movements into the graceful and
flowing movement of a sword battle.

Sometimes
she took a small stick that she�d whittled down herself and copied those
movements until she had them memorized perfectly. Then she would practice the
movements by attacking the falling leaves in the courtyard.

The
little girl�s father didn�t re-marry or adopt a son to carry on his Dojo. Sometimes
it seemed to the little girl that he was waiting for her mother, his wife, to
return. Between lessons and meals, she would often find him sitting on the
veranda in front of their house as he watched the front gates.

When
little girl became older, dark times fell across the face of the land. Two
warring factions clashed for control of the country. They battled on and off
again until the little girl�s seventh year when the second faction defeated the
first and peace settled over them again. However, the world was a different
place under the guidance of the new government. The Samurai class was disbanded
and swords were outlawed.

Suddenly
there was little need for sword lessons and fewer students for the Dojo.
Education was in demand now and the little girl found herself landed in
lessons. She already knew how to read and figure; her father had taught her,
but now she found herself learning physical science, literature both eastern
and western, and more mathematics than she knew existed.

The
little girl strove to do well in her classes so she could bring honor to her
father, but her heart yearned for the simple feel of muscles and tendons
stretching beneath her skin as she practiced her sword work. However, as she
studied she found another pleasure to be found in the exercise of her mental
faculties.

For
a while, it seemed life could not be better for the little girl. Hers was a
carefree life of sword practice, studies, and laughter. If the Dojo was a
little shabby and there wasn�t money for things like fish every night or a new
kimono every year, it didn�t matter to her. She had everything her heart could
desire.

One
might have said that she lived in a dream, and that would not be an entirely
incorrect statement for like all dreams, this one had to end.

When
the young girl turned eight her father remarried. It seemed like a bolt from
the blue to the little girl. One day her father went on a trip to Kyoto
to meet an old friend and when he returned he brought a bride back with him.

Komagata
Yumi, now Kamiya Yumi was everything a woman should be. She was refined,
elegant, and beautiful. The little girl was in awe of her from the moment her
father handed her down from the carriage in front of their home.

What
was more the little girl�s new stepmother brought a great deal of wealth to the
household. Suddenly the Dojo wasn�t quite so shabby. Although her father had
done his best to keep up with the repairs, he was no handyman. Under her
stepmother�s orders, professional workers came and suddenly the little girl�s
home became a new place with polished floors and elegant fixtures.

At
first the little girl was prepared to open her whole heart to this new woman
who made the Dojo glow and her father smile, but quickly she learned otherwise.
Her stepmother was only gentle and kind when the little girl�s father was
about. As soon as he turned his back, the little girl experienced her
stepmother�s cutting insults and vicious slaps. If the Dojo glowed, then it was
because of wood polish and not the love that had once infused its halls.

Even
worse was that when she ran to her father to show him the bruises on her face
it was as though he were blind to her injuries. When she tried to tell him of
her stepmother�s poor treatment not only of her but the new servants who tended
the house her tongue sealed to the top of her mouth and she found herself
unable to speak at all. Always her father would ruffle her hair and send her
off to play.

Not
even a week after the little girl�s stepmother arrived, new strife broke out in
the nation. In Satsuma, the disfranchised samurai rose up against the new Meiji
Government and the little girl�s father was called away to fight. He was slain
in battle almost immediately.

The
little girl was shattered, but her stepmother received the news with
undisguised glee. That very night, the little girl found herself dragged from
her small room by her stepmother and thrown into the empty kitchen. The
servants had all been dismissed and she found herself ordered to take their
place. When she rose to protest her Stepmother did something strange. The woman
spoke a word that the little girl didn�t hear so much as with her ears, but
inside of her head. The word made her muscles freeze and her mind go blank. It
was then that the little girl realized that her stepmother was one of the Mages
left over from the Revolution.

She�d
read about the Mages in her History books, which said that most of them had
died in the fighting. Only legendary figures such as The Battousai of the Ishin
Shishi and The Mibu of the Shinsengumi were said to have survived. Apparently
her books had lied.

That
night she received the orders that were to define her life from then on. She
was no longer �Kamiya Kaoru�, heir to the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo she was just
plain Kaoru, the scullery maid. She was never to speak of her true identity nor
was she to speak of her Stepmother�s powers. She could not leave the Dojo
without specific permission and orders and she was only permitted to clean in
most parts of the house.

Shortly
after that, the little girl found her home invaded by two newcomers. Her
stepmother as it turned out had two daughters. Neither knew they had a
stepsister and regarded the little girl as a lower sort of servant, which is to
say they mostly ignored her. The eldest was cool and a bit withdrawn, which was
a far cry from her younger sister�s natural exuberance. Of the two, the little
girl could have learned to love the youngest sister, but the spell kept her far
away.

Years
passed thus and the little girl became a young lady. Slowly she began to forget
what it had been like to be a loved child. As her hands became hard and cracked
from the work, so too did her heart acquire a stony outer layer.

As
the sun dawned on her seventeenth birthday, the little girl had lost all hope for
a better future and as such she wasn�t paying attention when destiny finally
decided to turn the tables in her favor.

End
Prologue

Seiyuu: Once again I�m posting and once again this
story is already completed! I�ll be posting the chapters every week or so. Stay
tuned to see what happens!
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