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Wakashudo	By : Kimmimaru Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or setting of Rurouni Kenshin, I make no profit from the writing of this fic.

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AN: This is my first foray into Rorouni Kenshin Fanfiction, I am normally an avid Harry Potter writer so I’m pretty nervous about this one. The idea came to me while browsing Homosexuality in Japan, I came across an interesting piece about how some Samurai took on young apprentices and, to develop deeper bonds, would take them as lovers (if the boys consented). I adore Hiko Seijūrō’s character and decided to give this little Yaoi fic a go. I hope you enjoy and please, any constructive comment is welcome. Thank you in advance.

Wakashudo

(Way of the Youth)

~XXX~

“Man or woman, to attain buddhahood without knowing the taste of good sake is a crime. A drink of good sake is the least I can do. What is your name, boy?”

“Shinta.”

“For Kenkaku, that's far too gentle. From now on, your name is to be ‘Kenshin.’ I shall also give you my most precious knowledge.”**

~XXX~

“Kendo is a life long journey, even I, as a master, should consider myself as a student. We must be consistently striving for perfection, always searching for ways to achieve a cleaner cut, a faster draw, better precision. You must ensure this journey never comes to end or you will fail.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You have done well today, Kenshin. Go and bring me some sake and you may clean up before dinner.”

“Yes Master, thank you.” Kenshin bowed before turning back towards the little hut that served as home for the both of them, he trotted to the door and pushed it open before setting about searching for his Master’s Sake. He could barely remember his life before, he only knew that it had been dark and miserable, now he had hope and new purpose that kept him waking up each morning. Hiko Seijūrō was an ornery man, a loner who avoided others as if they were plague infested vermin, but he had a kindly heart buried somewhere deep in his muscled chest. He had to have had a certain amount of kindness to take in a poor orphan who had nothing except grimy hands covered in blood and grave dirt. Kenshin took hold of the cask of Sake carefully from a shelf, he picked up the choko and brought them both to his Master who was sat in contemplative silence as he gazed out over the hill. Seijūrō poured himself a cup and sipped as Kenshin backed away a few paces, he paused long enough to take in the sight of his Master sitting, highlighted by the low hanging sun so that his aura appeared as red as blood, before running back to the hut to wash before beginning dinner.

They were eating a dinner of fish and rice, the only sounds came from the forest surrounding them. Seijūrō looked up from his bowl and looked hard on his student, he was reluctant to admit how impressed he was with his progress, yet, no matter how hard he tried he could not figure out what was wrong with the boy. He was polite when it suited him but cheeky at times, he was a hard worker, there was no doubting that, but there was something odd about him none the less. His eyes moved to those small hands as they worked the chopsticks. “Let me look at your hands, Kenshin.”

The boy swallowed his mouthful before dutifully placing his bowl and chopsticks aside, he lifted his hands with the palms facing upwards as Seijūrō took them in his own. Gently he ran his thumbs over the little pads of his fingers, the soft flesh of the palms and to the very tips. “They don’t hurt so much anymore, Master.” Kenshin said softly.

“Indeed not, you are developing some good calluses that will protect your skin from becoming too damaged. I am satisfied.” There was another lull in conversation as they continued to eat, when they were finished Kenshin began picking up the remnants of their meal and stacking the dirty dishes to wash, suddenly, with a movement almost faster than the eye Kenshin found himself on his back with the air knocked from his lungs. He gasped and stared up into dark eyes surrounded by a fall of black hair. “You should have realised what I was about to do.”

“I-I…I apologise…I was just distracted…”

“Never allow yourself to lose sight of what is happening around you!” Seijūrō felt the body of the boy beneath him, he was slim and very small even for the tender age of thirteen. He was perfectly built for the swordsmanship style of Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū, small and light, an excellent combination for the acrobatic techniques he was being taught. Kenshin gazed up at him with child-like eyes, eyes that belied the horrors he had seen, his red hair was splayed messily around his head and he opened his lips to speak. Seijūrō cut him off with a searing kiss before a word left him, he pushed a hand through the boys hair and moved his leg so his knee was pressing lightly into Kenshin’s groin. “You should know better than to let your guard down, even around me…”

“I-I’m…I’m sorry, master…I…”

“You are here to learn from me, idiot though you may be, my skills are high enough to render me able to teach even the lowliest of men. Do as I say and as I do and you will go far, remember this, Kenshin.”

“Yes Master, but-um…the dishes…?”

“They can wait, for now you can serve me.” Within minutes Kenshin’s Hakama were gone and the cool air hit his skin, he shivered slightly as Seijūrō’s hand glided up his thigh, no matter how many times they shared these intimate moments it still made Kenshin a little uncomfortable. He was being silly, after all Hiko Seijūrō was his master, it was right to take this path and he had agreed to it, but still, perhaps it was the way he was looked at with those cold eyes or perhaps it was simply that the act itself still hurt, he didn’t know and never dared bring it up. He lay quite still as his Master’s hands roamed his body, exploring every inch slowly and gently, if Kenshin didn’t know any better he’d have never have expected such tenderness from such rough seeming fingers. A calloused thumb caressed his exposed nipple as hot lips captured his own in a demanding but passionate kiss, Kenshin melted into the embrace and allowed familiar pleasure to wash his system. He moaned softly, his tongue nervously reaching out for that of the older man’s, his body trembled at every light touch until he could hardly bare it any longer.

The light of the small fire threw their shadows across the wall, light danced across exposed flesh as the scent of wood smoke and sex filled the air with a wonderful tang. Outside the wind blew the trees and added a soft backing to the music of the acts within the tiny, run down hut. The two men had only eyes for each other, Seijūrō entered his protégé slowly, his hands digging into the soft, warm flesh of his thighs as he watched his face intently. Love making, like sword play, was like a dance to him. Two bodies moving with precise unison, sweat slicked skin gliding softly together, moans echoing deep within the primal caverns of the mind. Kenshin shuddered and closed his eyes, he wet his lips as he ran a small hand over the heavily muscled chest of his Master, the skin was rough with old scars, wounds that were never spoken of. There was the familiar burning pain that resided deep in his lower body, Kenshin almost winced, it hurt but it was a pleasant pain, much more preferable to other kinds. The wood of the floor was cold against his back, even through the fabric of his hastily discarded clothing, he lay back and admired the way his Master moved, he let the pleasure chase away the pain until it was all that mattered. It consumed him and before long he was lifting his hips up to meet each stroke from his lover. Skilled lips tended his throat as he threw his head back, he moaned again softly and it was swallowed by his Master.

Seijūrō wrapped his hands firmly around Kenshin’s wrists, the gesture possessive yet gentle. He could feel his student shuddering in a way that told him he was close to completion, in response he began thrusting faster, his eyes remained glued to Kenshin’s face even as he felt his own orgasm drawing rapidly closer. Kenshin’s brows drew into a tiny frown, his toes curled and his back arched as he came with a stuttered gasp. Seijūrō allowed himself to fall into blissful white fog soon after.

They lay together a moment, their skin flushed and warm and the fire spitting a little as they calmed racing hearts. Kenshin opened his eyes slowly and gazed into the fierce flames of the fire, he watched the gold and blue tongues dance as his Master finally sat upright and began to dress. “Master?” He began softly.

“Yes, Kenshin?”

“Last time I was in town I overheard some people talking…” He stared into the fire yet he could feel his Master’s gaze like a sword between his shoulder blades. “There are rumors of an alliance between Satsuma and Chōshū...”

“And why would the acts of the clans bother us here, Kenshin?”

Kenshin frowned slightly and sat up, he stared at his Master, half dressed already. “It sounds like there’s going to be war.”

“People are always speculating, do not allow these tidings to affect your training, we are not finished.”

“I know, I just…I’ve been thinking that if there is war-”

“Then it will not concern us.” Seijūrō snapped in a tone of finality. “I will have no more talk of this, get dressed and clean up before you go to bed, I am going to the river.”

“Yes Master…” Kenshin watched him leave, his eyes boring holes into his back. If there was war it would mean an end to tyranny, an end to suffering and Kenshin knew his master had the skill to help. He couldn’t understand why he was so reluctant. Finally, with a great sigh, he began to dress. Perhaps he would be able to try to broach the subject again, for now he wanted to clear up and get some sleep, he had a long hard day of training ahead and he needed to prove to his master that he was improving so that if war did come to Japan, he would be ready to help in whatever capacity he could.

~XXX~

“Doesn't Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu teach us to PROTECT people from suffering? When DO we use our swords, if not now?”

“I thought I taught you...Swords are weapons. The way of swords is the way to kill. However you try to dress it up in phony righteousness, killing is your truth.”**

~END~

END NOTE: A bit short and not very detailed I know but as I said in the AN I was nervous whilst writing it, please let me know what you think. :) Hope you enjoyed it.

** Speech taken from a translation of the OVA Samurai X
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