Kaoru
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Category:
Rurouni Kenshin › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,101
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Kaoru
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. I have my own red-headed swordsman, thank you very much.
Kaoru
There was a time when I didn’t think I deserved her. Sometimes, as I watch her sleep, this one still wonders.
This one polished the mask perfectly over the years, protecting others from my terrible crimes. The rurouni held back the dangers of entanglement, the risk of adding further to a burden that I already had to run from in order to bear.
The best thing about a mask is that it lets you observe others unnoticed. It’s astounding how being polite and deferential makes even a redhead blend in. I could observe, protect, withhold, and be aware, all without being noticed.
That is how I fell in love with her.
My careful walls were breached almost immediately by her direct gaze and trusting nature. The fire and spirit in her eyes nearly took my breath away. The ferocity with which she protected her family style, even against armed men three times her size, drew me to her. This one immediately wanted to protect that strong spirit, to keep it free from the taint of violence I fought so hard to seal away in the Bakumatsu.
Her spirit drew this one in, but the magnitude of the little things keep me enthralled.
The veil of worry behind her cheerful eyes when this one left to help the police.
The sisterly warmth displayed in her gaze as she regarded Yahiko unobserved.
The set of her jaw when determination overrules her common sense.
The strength and grace in her form as she practices her family art.
The love in her eyes that this one denied was really there for so long.
When this one finally put the noisiest demons of my past to rest and I lay recovering from the physical onslaught, her presence at my bedside was the balm to my wounds and the light towards which I traveled. She has no idea how lost I was when I thought she had been taken from me.
And when the well of emotion she’d held back for so long overflowed one night with a fearful declaration of love, I emerged from the darkness that this one had imposed upon myself.
Every time I watch her when she’s not looking, every moment I drink in her form, I am more closely entangled. When she turns to me with her genuine, blinding smile, I know that this one is completely lost.
…
I have made it my new mission to repay her for all the heartache this one caused, all the agony this one’s leaving, no, abandonment, engendered. I have always taken care of the things she does not do well so she can be more fulfilled in those she does. She completes me, so I must return the honor.
There is no time more sacred than when I can repay her worry and tears with acts of love. This one’s pain is soothed every time I hear her sigh into my embrace, melt into my kiss, arch into my touch.
These hands that have done so much to cause pain now bring her comfort and pleasure. These rough instruments that caused countless wounds have softened through her gentleness, not to mention a liberal amount of laundry water. They seek those sensitive places where I can give her the most joy, the most intense pleasure.
The little dimples where her back curves into her backside where she giggles as I caress her.
The area just around her nipples where she clutches my hair as I kiss her lightly.
The junction of her neck and shoulder where she moans as I bite and lick.
Her inner thighs where she gasps and begs for more when I stroke slowly with my thumbs.
When I am satisfied with the pleasure I have given, I join with her in the heaven of her embrace. The white flash of intense bliss as I lose myself in her depths, the warm pull of her body around mine, and the soft and yet sultry sound of her cries all wash away the stains of my soul as we fly to completion.
I allow myself a few moments of selfishness. The moments and hours that follow our lovemaking are the most notable. Seeing her face flushed in warm satisfaction, the lazy sated smile that she shows only to me, sparks my possessive and protective nature like nothing else. Only I get to see that face, and I will bring it forth as many times as I can until the day I die.
This one is now at peace with myself. I have passed on the duty of protecting Japan to those of this era, to those younger and more fit to do so. I only have one duty that forever remains.
To love her.
Kaoru
There was a time when I didn’t think I deserved her. Sometimes, as I watch her sleep, this one still wonders.
This one polished the mask perfectly over the years, protecting others from my terrible crimes. The rurouni held back the dangers of entanglement, the risk of adding further to a burden that I already had to run from in order to bear.
The best thing about a mask is that it lets you observe others unnoticed. It’s astounding how being polite and deferential makes even a redhead blend in. I could observe, protect, withhold, and be aware, all without being noticed.
That is how I fell in love with her.
My careful walls were breached almost immediately by her direct gaze and trusting nature. The fire and spirit in her eyes nearly took my breath away. The ferocity with which she protected her family style, even against armed men three times her size, drew me to her. This one immediately wanted to protect that strong spirit, to keep it free from the taint of violence I fought so hard to seal away in the Bakumatsu.
Her spirit drew this one in, but the magnitude of the little things keep me enthralled.
The veil of worry behind her cheerful eyes when this one left to help the police.
The sisterly warmth displayed in her gaze as she regarded Yahiko unobserved.
The set of her jaw when determination overrules her common sense.
The strength and grace in her form as she practices her family art.
The love in her eyes that this one denied was really there for so long.
When this one finally put the noisiest demons of my past to rest and I lay recovering from the physical onslaught, her presence at my bedside was the balm to my wounds and the light towards which I traveled. She has no idea how lost I was when I thought she had been taken from me.
And when the well of emotion she’d held back for so long overflowed one night with a fearful declaration of love, I emerged from the darkness that this one had imposed upon myself.
Every time I watch her when she’s not looking, every moment I drink in her form, I am more closely entangled. When she turns to me with her genuine, blinding smile, I know that this one is completely lost.
…
I have made it my new mission to repay her for all the heartache this one caused, all the agony this one’s leaving, no, abandonment, engendered. I have always taken care of the things she does not do well so she can be more fulfilled in those she does. She completes me, so I must return the honor.
There is no time more sacred than when I can repay her worry and tears with acts of love. This one’s pain is soothed every time I hear her sigh into my embrace, melt into my kiss, arch into my touch.
These hands that have done so much to cause pain now bring her comfort and pleasure. These rough instruments that caused countless wounds have softened through her gentleness, not to mention a liberal amount of laundry water. They seek those sensitive places where I can give her the most joy, the most intense pleasure.
The little dimples where her back curves into her backside where she giggles as I caress her.
The area just around her nipples where she clutches my hair as I kiss her lightly.
The junction of her neck and shoulder where she moans as I bite and lick.
Her inner thighs where she gasps and begs for more when I stroke slowly with my thumbs.
When I am satisfied with the pleasure I have given, I join with her in the heaven of her embrace. The white flash of intense bliss as I lose myself in her depths, the warm pull of her body around mine, and the soft and yet sultry sound of her cries all wash away the stains of my soul as we fly to completion.
I allow myself a few moments of selfishness. The moments and hours that follow our lovemaking are the most notable. Seeing her face flushed in warm satisfaction, the lazy sated smile that she shows only to me, sparks my possessive and protective nature like nothing else. Only I get to see that face, and I will bring it forth as many times as I can until the day I die.
This one is now at peace with myself. I have passed on the duty of protecting Japan to those of this era, to those younger and more fit to do so. I only have one duty that forever remains.
To love her.