And Time Stood Still
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Adult ++
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2
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7
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And Time Stood Still
AND TIME STOOD STILL
random writing by innocence_lost
*Disclaimer*-- I don\'t own Kenshin...sigh....
****
Himura Kenshin, formally known as the Hitokiri Battousai was walking down the long path that led to the ancient shrine. A rurouni for almost five years since the end of the shogunate and the beginning of the restoration.
A wanderer with no place to call home, a murderer who deserved no happiness.
Shae Madland walked down the path to the ancient Shinto shrine. She was a tourist here, a foreigner. She was intrigued with the ancient animalistic religion, so similar to her own ancestors’ beliefs. The way of the wicca, the days of the druids.
She wondered briefly how Japan used to be, when the old ways weren’t so old and the new had just begun to take hold. She loved the breathtaking simplicity of life here, so modern and rushed yet coinciding so carefully with the past.
The young girl reached out to touch an ancient tree that stood in the courtyard and wondered how many before her had done the exact same thing.
Kenshin reached out to touch the ancient tree that stood before the shrine. For a brief second it felt as if there were another’s hands laid over his. Soft and warm, smaller than his own. A woman’s hands….
For a brief second it felt as if there were another’s hands over her own. Rough and callused, yet warm, encompassing her own. A man’s hands….
She looked up into the tree limbs, green light filtering through. She felt at peace for a moment, her soul not burdened with heavy thoughts. Freedom from the secrets that were buried deep in her heart.
He looked up into the tree limbs, admiring the green light that filtered through them. His soul felt at peace for a moment, as if the battousai did not exist in side him. A moment of freedom from the blood that stained his hands.
He looked down, expecting to see the small hands that felt as if they were in his own. Expecting to see the rest of the body connected to them.
He sighed and withdrew his hands from the trunk of the tree. He truly was going crazy after all.
She felt the warmth of the large hands leave her own, and she knew a moment of sadness in her heart.
She sighed and withdrew her hands from the trunk of the tree. She truly was going crazy after all. Shae continued her tour of the shrine, a fairly small place but meant to serve as a reminder of how things used to be in simpler times. She snorted. No time was simple, it only seemed that way after an appropriate amount of time had passed.
The past is present, the present is past. We are all alive, and some day we all die.
He knelt down in front of the Buddha and lowered his head to the ground. A killer beyond redemption. A murderer with a sense of remorse.
She knelt down in front of the Buddha and felt the warmth from another’s body. The same warmth as before at the tree. A lost soul searching for another, a soul with nothing to lose.
She got up and left the shrine, slipping on her sandals and shouldering her backpack and headed back towards the tree. She put her hands on it once more and closed her eyes.
He got up and left the shrine, careful to slip his sandals back on before heading back towards the tree in the courtyard. He placed his hands on the trunk and the sensation of small hands holding his own caused him to close his eyes.
He looked up and saw the small form he had been hoping to see. Her hair was as red as his own, and she was dressed rather strangely.
The young woman gasped as she opened up her eyes and saw the young man staring at her. His hair was as red as her own, and he was dressed rather odd. Like an old samurai.
He held her hands in his own. Tender, full of warmth. His violet eyes looked into her own green ones before she noticed the cross-shaped scar on his cheek. She lifted a hand and gently cupped his cheek, her fingertips softly tracing the lines.
In an instant he was gone, and she was back at the temple alone, no strange man holding her hand. Her heart cried out, feeling of being more lost than she ever had before.
****
Shae slowly undressed herself, thankful for the small miracles of hot springs. Of course, she supposed, she would have to take a bath the Japanese way: scrubbing first before plunging in.
Her muscles ached, she had been backpacking through Japan for a little over a month now and she really hadn’t gotten that far. But she was grateful for the cheap hostels that also came with a hot springs.
Kenshin pulled off his hakama before drawing a bucket of water from the hot springs. Not many people knew of this place and he was glad, for he could let his guard down for a moment and enjoy the warmth of the hot springs on his aching muscles.
He had been traveling for almost a month without stopping except to sleep and too eat occasionally. He heard the sound of someone slipping into the water and he quickly hid himself behind a boulder.
She slipped into the warm water having scrubbed her hair and her skin from the day’s grime. She sighed and thought back to what happened at the temple and frowned. It was odd, and she wasn’t completely certain it was real at all.
He certainly looked real and felt real but then he had disappeared with out a trace.
He cautiously peered out over the boulder and nearly fell back into the water behind him. It was the same girl from this afternoon! He was certain that it was just a fantasy brought on by spending too much time alone. But she was here…
Her red hair was almost black from the water and hung down over her breasts, barely concealing the soft white flesh or the rose colored nipples that adorned them. She seemed to be deep in though, a small frown marring her face.
A face as beautiful as hers should never frown, he thought to himself.
He wanted to go over there, to touch her, to taste her. To make certain that she was, in fact, real.
Shae sighed, he certainly was a handsome man, even with that odd scar. Such violet eyes, the color of heaven.
He cautiously made his way over too her, careful to be as quiet as the water allowed him to be. He wanted to see this goddess closer, to study her and imprint her beauty on his mind forever.
She opened her eyes and he could see the glimmer of her green orbs. Jewels the color of the sea. The sound of something moving through the water caught her attention and she turned her gaze towards the direction of the sound and her jaw dropped. A barely audible gasp passed her lips.
“It’s you.” She whispered and reached out to touch his face again, “I didn’t think you were real….”
He blushed a deep red in embarrassment, and readied himself to leave as quickly as he could. She had caught him and he was shamed. But then she had reached out her hand to touch his face.
“You are real…” he whispered and came closer, reaching out his hand to hold hers. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
Violet eyes met green and time seemed to stop.
He drew closer to her, and she reached out her other hand to cup his cheek. He leaned his face into the warmth and closed his eyes. She wasn’t afraid of him.
He didn’t even know her name.
She took her other hand from his and gently used it to trace the line of his jaw. She wasn’t afraid of him.
She didn’t even know his name.
He was well built, sculpted muscles adorned his chest and abdomen although viscous scars occasionally bisected over the skin. His long hair hung behind him and she ran her fingers through it.
She was the vision of perfection, from her beautiful eyes down to the curve of her hips. He hesitantly reached out with his hand to run his fingers through her long hair. She closed her eyes in response to his touch and he grew a bit bolder. Using his other hand he drew her closer and ran his fingers lightly along the smooth skin of her back.
She shuddered and let out a moan.
Her hand moved from his cheek and began to explore the muscles of his chest lightly, softer than the finest silk he had ever felt.
He tangled his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and gently tugged, forcing her to look up at him. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers.
His lips gently pressed against her own in a feather like caress and she felt the beginnings of a fire begin to burn deep within her. He nibbled on her bottom lip a little causing her to moan softly, her hand lightly grasping at his chest. His lips passed over hers again, his tongue gently licked to lips, asking silent permission to kiss her further and one which she was only too happy to allow.
Her lips parted and he quickly swept his tongue inside, tasting her, savoring her. She tasted of the sweetest honey.
Her knees began to feel like jelly and she could feel her legs begin to give out beneath her. The fire within her had begun to rage.
He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist pressing his arousal into her thigh. She let out a gasp and he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue in a deliberate simulation of the act of love.
He was desperately trying to retain some control over the desire that had begun to boil over, stoked by her shy touches and gentle sounds of pleasure.
His hand moved down, caressing the soft flesh of her thighs before moving to her secret warmth.
He gently using his fingers to stroke her slick folds that hid her womanhood from his eyes and was awarded with her quickened breath and small moans. Slowly, gently he slid one finger into her warmth.
She let out a strangled cry, her hands fisting in his hair. Gods she was burning, burning only for him.
And then they were both alone, the moonlight their only companion.
****
should I continue? Read and review minna!
*note on 01 October 2005* I am working on the second chapter to this, so be looking for it shortly!
random writing by innocence_lost
*Disclaimer*-- I don\'t own Kenshin...sigh....
****
Himura Kenshin, formally known as the Hitokiri Battousai was walking down the long path that led to the ancient shrine. A rurouni for almost five years since the end of the shogunate and the beginning of the restoration.
A wanderer with no place to call home, a murderer who deserved no happiness.
Shae Madland walked down the path to the ancient Shinto shrine. She was a tourist here, a foreigner. She was intrigued with the ancient animalistic religion, so similar to her own ancestors’ beliefs. The way of the wicca, the days of the druids.
She wondered briefly how Japan used to be, when the old ways weren’t so old and the new had just begun to take hold. She loved the breathtaking simplicity of life here, so modern and rushed yet coinciding so carefully with the past.
The young girl reached out to touch an ancient tree that stood in the courtyard and wondered how many before her had done the exact same thing.
Kenshin reached out to touch the ancient tree that stood before the shrine. For a brief second it felt as if there were another’s hands laid over his. Soft and warm, smaller than his own. A woman’s hands….
For a brief second it felt as if there were another’s hands over her own. Rough and callused, yet warm, encompassing her own. A man’s hands….
She looked up into the tree limbs, green light filtering through. She felt at peace for a moment, her soul not burdened with heavy thoughts. Freedom from the secrets that were buried deep in her heart.
He looked up into the tree limbs, admiring the green light that filtered through them. His soul felt at peace for a moment, as if the battousai did not exist in side him. A moment of freedom from the blood that stained his hands.
He looked down, expecting to see the small hands that felt as if they were in his own. Expecting to see the rest of the body connected to them.
He sighed and withdrew his hands from the trunk of the tree. He truly was going crazy after all.
She felt the warmth of the large hands leave her own, and she knew a moment of sadness in her heart.
She sighed and withdrew her hands from the trunk of the tree. She truly was going crazy after all. Shae continued her tour of the shrine, a fairly small place but meant to serve as a reminder of how things used to be in simpler times. She snorted. No time was simple, it only seemed that way after an appropriate amount of time had passed.
The past is present, the present is past. We are all alive, and some day we all die.
He knelt down in front of the Buddha and lowered his head to the ground. A killer beyond redemption. A murderer with a sense of remorse.
She knelt down in front of the Buddha and felt the warmth from another’s body. The same warmth as before at the tree. A lost soul searching for another, a soul with nothing to lose.
She got up and left the shrine, slipping on her sandals and shouldering her backpack and headed back towards the tree. She put her hands on it once more and closed her eyes.
He got up and left the shrine, careful to slip his sandals back on before heading back towards the tree in the courtyard. He placed his hands on the trunk and the sensation of small hands holding his own caused him to close his eyes.
He looked up and saw the small form he had been hoping to see. Her hair was as red as his own, and she was dressed rather strangely.
The young woman gasped as she opened up her eyes and saw the young man staring at her. His hair was as red as her own, and he was dressed rather odd. Like an old samurai.
He held her hands in his own. Tender, full of warmth. His violet eyes looked into her own green ones before she noticed the cross-shaped scar on his cheek. She lifted a hand and gently cupped his cheek, her fingertips softly tracing the lines.
In an instant he was gone, and she was back at the temple alone, no strange man holding her hand. Her heart cried out, feeling of being more lost than she ever had before.
****
Shae slowly undressed herself, thankful for the small miracles of hot springs. Of course, she supposed, she would have to take a bath the Japanese way: scrubbing first before plunging in.
Her muscles ached, she had been backpacking through Japan for a little over a month now and she really hadn’t gotten that far. But she was grateful for the cheap hostels that also came with a hot springs.
Kenshin pulled off his hakama before drawing a bucket of water from the hot springs. Not many people knew of this place and he was glad, for he could let his guard down for a moment and enjoy the warmth of the hot springs on his aching muscles.
He had been traveling for almost a month without stopping except to sleep and too eat occasionally. He heard the sound of someone slipping into the water and he quickly hid himself behind a boulder.
She slipped into the warm water having scrubbed her hair and her skin from the day’s grime. She sighed and thought back to what happened at the temple and frowned. It was odd, and she wasn’t completely certain it was real at all.
He certainly looked real and felt real but then he had disappeared with out a trace.
He cautiously peered out over the boulder and nearly fell back into the water behind him. It was the same girl from this afternoon! He was certain that it was just a fantasy brought on by spending too much time alone. But she was here…
Her red hair was almost black from the water and hung down over her breasts, barely concealing the soft white flesh or the rose colored nipples that adorned them. She seemed to be deep in though, a small frown marring her face.
A face as beautiful as hers should never frown, he thought to himself.
He wanted to go over there, to touch her, to taste her. To make certain that she was, in fact, real.
Shae sighed, he certainly was a handsome man, even with that odd scar. Such violet eyes, the color of heaven.
He cautiously made his way over too her, careful to be as quiet as the water allowed him to be. He wanted to see this goddess closer, to study her and imprint her beauty on his mind forever.
She opened her eyes and he could see the glimmer of her green orbs. Jewels the color of the sea. The sound of something moving through the water caught her attention and she turned her gaze towards the direction of the sound and her jaw dropped. A barely audible gasp passed her lips.
“It’s you.” She whispered and reached out to touch his face again, “I didn’t think you were real….”
He blushed a deep red in embarrassment, and readied himself to leave as quickly as he could. She had caught him and he was shamed. But then she had reached out her hand to touch his face.
“You are real…” he whispered and came closer, reaching out his hand to hold hers. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
Violet eyes met green and time seemed to stop.
He drew closer to her, and she reached out her other hand to cup his cheek. He leaned his face into the warmth and closed his eyes. She wasn’t afraid of him.
He didn’t even know her name.
She took her other hand from his and gently used it to trace the line of his jaw. She wasn’t afraid of him.
She didn’t even know his name.
He was well built, sculpted muscles adorned his chest and abdomen although viscous scars occasionally bisected over the skin. His long hair hung behind him and she ran her fingers through it.
She was the vision of perfection, from her beautiful eyes down to the curve of her hips. He hesitantly reached out with his hand to run his fingers through her long hair. She closed her eyes in response to his touch and he grew a bit bolder. Using his other hand he drew her closer and ran his fingers lightly along the smooth skin of her back.
She shuddered and let out a moan.
Her hand moved from his cheek and began to explore the muscles of his chest lightly, softer than the finest silk he had ever felt.
He tangled his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and gently tugged, forcing her to look up at him. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers.
His lips gently pressed against her own in a feather like caress and she felt the beginnings of a fire begin to burn deep within her. He nibbled on her bottom lip a little causing her to moan softly, her hand lightly grasping at his chest. His lips passed over hers again, his tongue gently licked to lips, asking silent permission to kiss her further and one which she was only too happy to allow.
Her lips parted and he quickly swept his tongue inside, tasting her, savoring her. She tasted of the sweetest honey.
Her knees began to feel like jelly and she could feel her legs begin to give out beneath her. The fire within her had begun to rage.
He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist pressing his arousal into her thigh. She let out a gasp and he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue in a deliberate simulation of the act of love.
He was desperately trying to retain some control over the desire that had begun to boil over, stoked by her shy touches and gentle sounds of pleasure.
His hand moved down, caressing the soft flesh of her thighs before moving to her secret warmth.
He gently using his fingers to stroke her slick folds that hid her womanhood from his eyes and was awarded with her quickened breath and small moans. Slowly, gently he slid one finger into her warmth.
She let out a strangled cry, her hands fisting in his hair. Gods she was burning, burning only for him.
And then they were both alone, the moonlight their only companion.
****
should I continue? Read and review minna!
*note on 01 October 2005* I am working on the second chapter to this, so be looking for it shortly!