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Chapter Thirteen

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“Hirazuki.” The form of the Shinsegumi. He’d recognize it anywhere. How he wasn’t sure but the fact was that he’d found the flaw in it. In his fight against . . . Saitou. Yes the memory was there. He didn’t know how but the memory was there.

“Himura battoussai.” The shadow called to him.

Even with the small amount of light in the room Kenshin could see the colors of the Mimawari-gumi.

“I’m here to see if you’re as good as I’ve heard.” The shadow was mocking him. The shadow took on the form of the gatotsu.

Kenshin blinked as the shadow’s image was replaced by Saitou. He blinked again and there stood the shadow. A feeling of loathing began in the pit of his stomach running through his veins.

The shadow charged with his sword turned in the traditional position. That was his first mistake. The shadow leapt towards Kenshin though not nearly fast enough. Kenshin leapt and advanced on the shadow in a blur, his katana came down cutting the blade and into the man. The force of his attack drove through the bone stopping at the ribs. He pulled the blade out. And drew back. The Hiten Mitsurugi gave the other no time to scream. The battoussai slashed the air, removing the blood and sheathed his sword back. He left the house and started his walk back. He stood at the end of the street. He turned slightly to the left and peered into the darkness, he smelled blood. A couple of more steps proved him to be right. That’s why there was no noise down this street. The Mimawari-gumi had killed everyone on this block. He turned and left. He had to get back to Kyoto that’s where the rest of the Mimawari-gumi would most likely be.

He dashed down the street and back to the main road. He didn’t have to wait long before he saw the fires, though now it looked like a third of the city was on fire. As far as he was he could still tell the Inn was out of danger, since that sector didn’t seem affected.

He ran back into the middle of town and stopped. He’d stepped into chaos. Fires burned the whole street on both sides. There was nothing he could do here. He ran south towards the more populated area. If there was police that’s where they would have headed. That’s where the Mimawari-gumi would have headed as well.

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Kaoru ran around the house, making bandages out of what she could. They could all see the fire from here; she could only imagine what was happening. Only three of Kenshin’s men had returned and all of them were injured.

Misao took the bandages from Kaoru and began helping Okon bandage Yoshimitsu. Kaoru kept her eyes on the window. “Misao.” Kaoru called out.

Misao raised her head. “What is it?”

“Is that Taro making his way here?” Kaoru asked from the window.

Misao ran over to her. “He went with Aoshi-sama; he shouldn’t be coming back so soon.” Misao turned and ran down the steps followed closely by Kaoru.

“Get back.”

Kaoru and Misao stopped where they were.

“But Taro . . .” Misao began.

“That’s not Taro.” The guard repeated. He glanced behind them and made a gesture with his arm.

Misao and Kaoru turned and looked behind them. The Ishin Shishi were creeping out through hidden doors and over the walls of the gate surrounding the Inn. It was their eyes that drew their gasps. Liquid blue metal shined through their eyes as the once feared Kihei-Tai moved to intercept.

But what?

“Go back, I will come for you if we need to leave.” The guard at the door said as he picked up the sword he always held behind the door. “If I don’t . . . you can get out through the back. There’s a back door in the shack to the left, just push on the second panel.” With that the guard took his place behind the door with his back to them.

Kaoru and Misao went back into the house rather reluctantly. They went back and told the rest of the Oniwa-banshuu.

“Okon you keep watch,” Omasu said as she changed her clothes into her onmitsu uniform.

“Wait a minute Kaoru and I can keep watch.” Misao insisted.

Omasu came out from behind the screen. “I think it will be best if we all change now, before it’s too late.” She suggested.

“Oh, no.” Kaoru said grabbing her forehead.

“What? What’s wrong?” Misao asked.

“Our clothes Misao, they were supposed to do the wash today so we could wear them tomorrow.”

“So all you have are kimonos?” Misao asked. She watched as Kaoru nodded her head. “All right well you’ll wear one of my uniforms.”

Kaoru’s eyebrow raised almost into her hairline. “I’ve seen your uniform and I think I’ll stick with the kimono.”

“No, Kaoru I can’t wear what you’re thinking of during winter. I have pants.”

Kaoru gave her a puzzled look. “Oh come on you’ll see,” she said as she dragged her behind her.

Kaoru tied the string on her ‘pants.’ The black outfit must be nice to look at but this was way too small. She was used to hakamas not body fitting pants. Her top was just the same, all she needed was the scarf over her mouth and she’d look like a real onmitsu.

The clang of metal against metal startled her. Kaoru looked at Misao, who had the same expression on her face.

“They’re been held off, we’re leaving.” Yoshimitsu called out to them from the doorway as he ran with his katana in hand. Though how he could run while injured was beyond them.

Kaoru and Misao nodded at each other before running out of their room and heading down stairs. It looked like they were at the end of the line. The four male members left behind by Aoshi were the ones leading the group while the girls came up the rear. Once they made it out the walls of the Inn, they began their walk to point A.

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Aoshi followed the trail all the way back to the road leading to the Inn. The trail of blood grew thinner, meaning they had started running. His hand fisted together as he ran towards the Inn. He got close enough to see the heads they’d put on the spears buried deep in the earth. Two of the six bloody heads were Oniwa-banshuu. He ran past them and into the Inn. They were still fighting. He withdrew his kodachi and charged. The demon he carried hidden in his soul broke loose as he ran past the threshold of the Inn. His eyes focused on the uniforms like a bull on the color red. There was going to be nothing fancy about the way he killed them. No one would leave alive to say what technique he used.

The Kihei-Tai stared at the new comer in wonder before they stepped away alarmed at his actions. They had sensed something about him when the battoussai had brought him to the Inn. Now they could see what it was. He was like the battoussai. In the state he was in he might not be able to tell apart, friend and foe. The leader of the Kihei-Tai made a round gesture over his head with his arm, signaling the other to leave, to follow him out. They had done their duty in fending off the Mimawari-gumi for as long as they could but now it was time to follow the statesmen and Yamagata most of all.

Aoshi saw Kihei-Tai leaving as he slashed a man across the chest. They were going after the statesmen. They were skilled he thought as he closed the door to prevent the Mimawari from leaving. His eyes glistened like steel before he performed the Ryu Tsui (no ugoki), the water flow technique had never been tried on more than three men at a time, now he was going to try it on seven.

Seven of twenty-one. That’s how many remained. Those seven stood in the middle of the yard, huddled together. Each with their back to the other so their enemy would not take them by surprise. Their eyes had narrowed when they saw him close the gate but now their eyes widened in astonishment. It appeared to be more than one. Many felt their hands tremble as they held their katana’s while other growled like caged animal.

Aoshi broke his formation once every cycle and struck out. The flow of his image continued on as if nothing had happened. He repeated the movement seven times. He stopped the flow after the seventh time. With a flick of his wrist the blood splattered off his blade and onto the floor. He’d gotten all of them. He opened the gate door again, leaving it open so the battoussai would know to be wary.

Aoshi walked back to the road and removed Taro and Toyo’s head from the spears. They were the most reckless out of the whole group. If they hadn’t run after the remaining Mimawari-gumi they’d still be alive. He never imagined the Mimawari-gumi to have such savage tactics. He removed a michiyuki from one of the fallen men and wrapped their heads in it. He would put it with their bodies. Picking up the bloody load he tossed it over his shoulder and began walking towards the Aoiya, he trusted the others to make it to point A. In either case he would be on his way soon enough.

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Yamagata didn’t like being hurdled around but it was for their safety he knew. Everyone followed in pairs. He didn’t know where they were going but he trusted Himura and he was the one who’d made the arrangements. He glanced back and saw Himura’s wife along with Shinomori’s woman; at least that’s what Himura had called her.

Misao and Kaoru walked down the road looking around, expecting to get attacked. The moon reached its peak and was now waning, dawn was approaching.

“Are you still worried?” Misao asked concerned.

“Of course, I don’t know if it worked.” Kaoru said sounding troubled. It worked the first time, so it should have worked again. I really, really hope it worked.” She glanced at Misao. “What did you ask for?”

Misao stared at her for a moment before she answered her. “I spent all day writing it out, so I could get it just right.” Misao said and after a moment despite her embarrassment she confessed. “I wished for him to love me beyond reason, beyond his reasons. For him to cross his boundaries and allow himself to be loved by me.” More or less that’s what she had said. Her exact wish had included certain things she just couldn’t bring herself to repeat. The point was that if wishing on the blue moon worked then she’d be married with children in no time.

Kaoru gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. She wondered what would have happened if she had wished for something like that the first time. They continued the down the road quietly.

Smoke filtered the air and their walking slowed until they stopped. Two members from the Oniwa-banshuu went ahead of them to scout the area. The statesmen huddled together. They had been extremely quiet, especially Hamasu and Kumamato whom rarely shut up.

Kaoru and Misao walked towards the front.

“Misao, Kaoru get back here.” Okon hissed trying to get them to come back.

The men came back sometime later. They stood at the front of the group singling for them to come. Everyone scrambled to their feet and began to rush after them. The crunching of a twig in the back of them made them pause. Despite the distance of the men in the front, they were the first to hear it. They rushed to the back running on the ground without noise. Everyone held their breaths.

“Koji.” Kaoru exclaimed.

Morimoto Koji, the guard on duty when the Inn was attacked looked relieved to see her. Somehow he had the feeling that if she’d been injured the battoussai would have found away to blame it on him like he did the last time when she’d run off. “Himura-san.” He said almost smiling. The rest of the Kihei-Tai appeared behind him joining the ranks checking them over and counting the lot of them.

“What happened?” Kaoru asked him once they’d started walking again. Misao walked next to Kaoru, listening intently.

“It was the Mimawari-gumi you saw at the door. They were . . .” He wasn’t sure if he should tell them they had peoples head on their spears. “Pretending to be from your group.” He said pointing to Misao. The Kihei-Tai stepped outside the gates to fend them off and they were able to for a while but bit by bit they were pushed further and further in until they were with in the walls of the Inn. We were holding them back though we didn’t know for how much longer. That’s when he came.”

Kaoru interrupted him. “Was it Kenshin?”

“No, the other one.” He responded.

“Aoshi-sama?” Misao croaked.

“Yeah, he was like a demon. When we saw how easily he disposed of the Mimawari-gumi we left on Maeda’s orders.” Koji said as they walked through the forest.

“I thought Tokiwa was the leader?” Kaoru asked with a frown.

“No, he’s second in command. Maeda is the leader.” Koji responded.

Misao stayed quietly. He’d come back to check on them. She should have stayed. Then she could have seen him or left with him. Kaoru grabbed Misao by the arm. Everyone had stopped. Nine men stood in their way. One, in specific they recognized.

“Izubuchi.” Kaoru and Misao gasped at the same time.

“Fancy meeting you out here.” Izubuchi remarked with a smirk that could see even from the back of the line.

The statesmen drew back and the Kihei-tai drew in among them so that the statesmen were in the middle surrounded by the Ishin Shishi.

Izubuchi looked on in amusement. Kaoru, Misao and Koji had remained outside the circle. They looked on too surprised too move.

Izubuchi drew his sword out pointing it at Koji. “I do believe there is a western saying . . . how does that go . . . Oh yes, ladies first.” He barked a laugh that made them cringe. “You ladies won’t be the first tonight but you’ll be the first of this group.”

He signaled for his men to advance. They did as they’d been told. They attacked the Kihei-Tai while Izubuchi advanced on the three outside the circle. Koji pulled out his words and stepped out in front of the two girls.

Izubuchi’s sword swung down with a crackling sound. The air chilled and the wind picked up. The sound had made everyone stop. Koji lay on the floor with a frozen expression.

The Hitokiri Battoussai stood in the place Koji had a moment ago. He’d pushed him down and now stood face to face with Izubuchi.

His mouth opened in surprise, moving around soundlessly. He gazed at the battoussai with panic before he replaced it with defiance. A sneer spread on his lips. “Battoussai.” He snarled.

The hitokiri battoussai looked on with an expressionless face. His eyes glittered with a burning fire. He’d been running around town killing the Mimawari-gumi who were attacking innocent people. “Izubuchi.” He stated darkly.

Izubuchi looked surprised for a moment. How did he know his name? His mind let the thought go and proceeded to process what had just happened. He tore his eyes away from the battoussai to look behind him. He glanced at the women and was surprised when a low growl came from the battoussai.

Despite the orders given, everyone just stood there while the hitokiri battoussai faced off against the Mimawari-gumi’s fifth captain. Their eyes took in every aspect of the battle that was about to take place.

The battoussai walked back a couple of feet and crouched down just slightly. With the hand on the hilt of his katana, he commanded in a cold voice. “Come.”

Izubuchi looked at him with apprehension before the look was replaced by hate. The battoussai was an Ishin Shishi and as such he deserved death. “If I said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times. No fucking Ishin Shishi can beat me. Not even you, the legendary battoussai will stand against my sword.”

The battoussai didn’t look the least bit ruffled. Instead he ran at Izubuchi catching him on the nose with the blunt side of the katana. He heard the crunch and was satisfied at the sight of blood. The move was something he’d used on Jineh. ‘Jineh,’ the thought of him brought back a murderous rage. He’d threatened Kaoru, he knew that much. He remembered the fight though things before and after were very hazy. His katana was already back in its sheath.

“Mother fucker.” Izubuchi yelled with disdain. His eyes had teared up and he was trying desperately to stay afoot. Without further word he hurled himself at the battoussai. His momentum made his slash incise.

The battoussai merely sidestepped the attack; his face showed a slight trace of amusement. “Legendary, huh?” He stated almost mockingly.

Izubuchi took his stance and launched himself at the battoussai again. He leapt, coming down on the hitokiri with a quick movement. The battoussai moved faster and leapt higher. When Izubuchi struck the ground with his sword the battoussai was in the air.

He flipped and struck Izubuchi on the back. The slash ran deep across his back, blood dripped from the wound forming a puddle around Izubuchi’s feet. The cut was deep but it didn’t kill him. The battoussai’s katana was already back in its sheath. He rose from the crouched position he’d landed in and turned to inspect Izubuchi. He could have killed him, sliced him in half but he would not kill in front of Kaoru.

Izubuchi breathed hard. He stood up and took the stance of the Jigen Ryu succession technique. “I will kill you, here and now. I’ll rip your head and run it through my spear.” He spat.

“I could kill you where you stand but I won’t, you will be going to jail.” The battoussai’s tone was deep; it resonated in the forest as he spoke to Izubuchi.

“I’ll make sure I give the girl extra attention,” He said point behind the battoussai. “Once I’ve killed you.” That made the battoussai take a step forward.

“Kenshin.”

The distress in her tone made him stop though the urge to rip the man’s throat out was strong. The battoussai fisted his hands together and stepped away. There was no way Izubuchi could attack him as he was. “Return to the Aoiya.” The battoussai said to the Kihei-Tai. “It’s safe there.” He needed for them to leave so he could finish this.

A loud bang, followed by a blinding flash blinded everyone who stood. The force of the blow tossed everyone back as the ground shuddered. The battoussai reached his wife in one leap taking her with him as they rolled far across the cold ground. A shaky breath escaped Kaoru’s lips as she looked at Kenshin. He laid over her, protecting her from the debris coming down on them. She could hear the shouting from behind them. She felt herself roughly picked up and propped against a tree. The blur running across the clearing was her husband as he took chase. She looked around, taking notice of the clearing. The Mimawari-gumi were gone. The Kihei-Tai were dusting themselves off as the statesmen rose slowly to their feet. She moved her eyes further pausing on Misao, who was propped up against a tree herself, looking bewildered. Kaoru crawled over; feeling like her knees would give out if she tried to stand. “What happened?” Kaoru asked as she studied Misao.

Misao peered at Kaoru for a moment. “Aoshi-sama. He was here. The explosion tossed me back but I never hit the ground or a tree or anything like that. He caught me and sat me down against the tree. Then he was gone, just disappeared like he’d never been here.” Misao looked confused.

Kaoru and Misao turned their heads together and in the light of the burning forest one could see the deep concerned that marred their features, as they looked at the direction the battoussai had run to.

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Kaoru’s group made their way out of the forest and back to the road. The sun was rising, soon it would be morning and they still had quite a bit to go before they reached the Aoiya. The Kihei-tai looked alert and ready to engage in a fight. They walked around the group like guard dogs never moving too far.

They walked down the road quietly and as they reached to outskirts of town they began to see charred buildings. The further into town they got the worse the scene became. People sat on the doorsteps of their homes with smudges of soot on their face and ash in their hair. The feeling of gloom swept the city. The closer they got to the center of town the more horrific the scene. Bodies lay on the street. Mostly men in police uniform others dressed in civilian clothes. Once or twice a woman’s body appeared. Most of the bodies had not yet being covered.

One in particular made several of the statesmen nauseous. The man had being slaughter, there was no other word to describe what had been done to him. His entrails laid on the side, his intestine attached only by the smallest strings of muscles. Blood matted the alleys and several houses. The stench of blood was strong.

Despite the smell and the blood on the street in front of the Aoiya, the restaurant itself was intact. Misao looked around for any signs of struggle within the house but there were none. The women strode into the kitchen and quickly began preparing cups of tea and sake for the men.

Everyone sat around holding their cup contemplating on the events of the night. Morning had come but only the Kihei-Tai had noticed. They were the only ones who still remembered the smell of blood. What they once had to do to stop groups like the Mimawari-gumi.

Okina entered the Aoiya with a glum look on his face. He watched the men turn and stare at him. It was obvious they were waiting for instructions. He sat in front of them and began to recite what Aoshi had told him. “The number of casualties in last night’s attack is disconcerting. There were twenty-seven deaths in Kawamarachi Sanjo and Eighty-eight here. Forty-seven of those were policemen the others were just people who tried to stop them. Or witnessed the slaughter of others before being killed themselves.” He really wished he didn’t have to do this in front of the girls, well maybe not all of them just not Misao and Kaoru. “Himura says you are to eat and rest. You are to join him on the six o’clock train to Yokohama.” Okina said to the Kihei-Tai.

“As for the statesmen, the danger has passed and Kyoto is safe once again. The Inn is being ‘cleaned’ and will be ready by tonight. If you want to leave that’s fine, just don’t head towards Yokohama and don’t use the road.” He said glancing at them sternly.

“What about us?” Misao and Kaoru spoke simultaneously.

“The Oniwa-banshuu will join the fight in Yokohama.” He said to the men of the Oniwa-banshuu. “As for you girls . . .” He said looking at Misao and Kaoru. “I was told to persuade you to go to Tokyo but should I fail to persuade you.” Okina grinned. “Then you may join us.”

“Was it Kenshin who said I should stay behind?” Kaoru asked as anger began to rise out of the fear and sadness she’d felt just a moment ago.

“It was actually Aoshi’s idea to leave you two behind.” He was amused by their reaction.

“He doesn’t think we can fight.” Misao stated in an annoyed tone. “Thinks we can’t defend ourselves, does he.” She finished.

“No. He didn’t want you to get hurt.” Okina paused thoughtfully. “There’s a difference.”

Kaoru made a face but didn’t say anything else. She’d have her chance later on today. ‘Kenshin-baka,’ she thought. This was a topic she’d address once they were alone. “Misao, do you mind if I get some sleep?” She asked turning to look at Misao.

“Go ahead, you now where my room is.” Misao as she glanced at Kaoru. There were still questions she wanted to ask Okina.

“You should rest too, Misao-chan or you’re going to be too tired to lecture Aoshi-sama.”

Misao made a face at Okon’s remark. She was about to say something but the gleam in the old man’s eye stopped her. She huffed her chest out in anger and got up with out another word. She made her way to her room where Kaoru waited; maybe she could explain some things.

Okina watched them go before he turned and continued his story. “All right, The number of casualties on their side stands at fifty-one, one captain with a small militia of fifty men. From the reports that came in this morning, we have learned that there were two captains but it seems the other one and his men got away.”

“Was it Izubuchi?”

Okina looked at one of the Kihei-Tai. “Yes, Himura followed them during the commotion of the explosion. He killed the captain and the eight men he was with. Our Okashira killed the men who set of the explosives.” He paused.

“Yokohama is expected to take a bitter blow in the oncoming days. We expect a coordinated attack of three maybe four captains of the Mimawari-gumi and at least one hundred and fifty men. They are leaving us very little choice in this now. We have to defend Yokohama.” Okina looked lost in thought for a moment. “A sword that protects even bathed in blood does so that the innocent will remain just that. There is no alternative. They have killed too many innocent people to allow them to continue on like this.” He shook his head sadly. “Be sure to rest, we don’t know when we’ll get the chance again.” He rose to his feet, leaving the room with the same glum expression he’d come in with. He sighed as he left the room. He needed rest himself.

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Kaoru gave the crowd a disgruntle look. She’d gone back to the Inn to get her clothes but it had been hard to get out of the Aoiya. Then the whole Kihei-Tai just had to come along. Everyone kept looking at her like she was something odd. Or special either way the looks they were giving her made her uneasy.

She pushed passed people trying to get on the train. It looked as if everyone was trying to leave Kyoto. She sighed in exasperation. She shoved the last man out of her way and took her step onto the train. She’d been ready to start tossing people left and right. With a final sigh she straightened up and smoothed the deep crimson kimono she was wearing. She ran her hand through her hair before she began to walk. She was wearing a bit of make-up today. She smoothed her hair again, a nervous gesture she’d picked up somewhere. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn make-up. The landlady had said she looked gorgeous but she’d become a friend to her and friends do lie to make you feel better. She was about to bite her lip but the taste of the lip balm stopped her.

She felt the air leave her chest in one sudden breath. Kenshin sat motionless in his seat, dressed in a deep cobalt gi with his hair in the high ponytail he favored so much. He looked beautiful. His eyes drifted up slowly locking on to hers. Her heartbeat began to pace twice as fast, making up for the sudden pause.

“Koishii.” His voice was deep and silky. His eyes drifted back down taking notice of her attire. “Sit.” He gestured to her while his eyes remained on her body.

She sat down on his left. She always sat between the window and him. His arm tightened around her waist once she was sitting. The color of his eyes changed, slowly drawing her in as they began their slow seduction of her.

Suddenly she caught sight of white. Her eyes darted away from her husband to the person sitting in front of them. Shinomori Aoshi. His eyes were closed but she had a feeling he could still see them.

She tugged on his arm trying to get him to loosen his hold on her. Her eyes narrowed when he didn’t. She threw him a look that would have scared the rurouni but the battoussai seemed amused by it. She grounded her teeth getting ready to bash him. Her mouth opened. “Misao.” She said surprised.

Kenshin and Aoshi turned their heads to the new person joining them.

“Please sit.” Kaoru said pointing to the seat next to Aoshi.

Misao nodded and sat. “I waited at the Aoiya but you didn’t come back.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I had to go back and get our things.” Kaoru said apologetically.

“It’s all right. We’re all here, right?” She said with a forced smile on her face.

Kaoru nodded. “Where are the others?”

“They’re further back.” She said pointing backwards with her thumb.

Kaoru yawned as she nodded her head in response. The train hitched forward before it began to slowly move out of the station. Another yawn escaped her mouth. She hadn’t felt that tired but now it was like her lids couldn’t stay open. She felt the warm comforting embrace of her husband circling her body. She leaned into the warmth, resting her head on his chest. ‘Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt,’ she thought as she dozed off.

Misao watched a little enviously as Himura rested his chin on Kaoru’s head. He closed his eyes and appeared to fall sleep himself. She glanced sideways and was caught of guard.

Aoshi watched her. A number of emotions played on her face as she stared at the two in front of them. Shock appeared on her face as she noticed he’d been looking. Usually he diverted his attention else where, right before she turned. But not today, there was something different about today. Her large eyes stared at him in confusion. They conveyed something to him, he didn’t quite understand. The urge to touch her passed through him in fleeting moment, not sure if he’d even felt it at all. He turned back in his seat, closed his eyes and tried to rest. He felt her stay still, just watching him before she leaned back into her seat as well. He felt her scoot closer after a moment. He almost smiled at her forwardness. He moved his arm and draped it over her shoulder. Her head would surely have shot up but all she would still see would be his closed eyes. He felt her smile more than saw it. He really didn’t know what was wrong with him today. His thoughts began to slowly fade as sleep encompassed him.

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Minami and his men walked down the road somewhat briskly. He and all his men were alive. All of them. The job had been completed according to plan. Izubuchi and his men were dead while he and all his men were alive. He couldn’t have asked for a better day.

The sun felt warm even in the winter breeze. They were careful to avoid the patrols. The Ishin Shishi safeguards most likely. It would take them two days to get back to Shiga, they would just have to avoid them till then. Once there they’d get their horses and head off for Yokohama. He smiled at the empty road. He would have loved to be the one to killed Izubuchi but having the battoussai do it was just as well.

Their arrival in Yokohama might be troublesome. They still had to find the others but knowing Kawamori, he’d already have someone waiting for them. At least he hoped so. People would get suspicious at seeing too many of them just wondering around.

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Night had set in. It was cold and the best clothes still made you shiver in place. It hardly ever snowed in Yokohama and even when it did the snow never lasted for too long. Winter was at its peak though and the air had grown thin.

Kaoru rubbed her hands trying to get some feeling back into her fingers. She was so cold. Finally giving up she tucked her hands back into her sleeves. She wished everyone would hurry up and get off the damn train. She was wearing Kenshin’s michiyuki, she had protested but in the end she had just given in. The man was stubborn. She moved closer to him, holding his arm with her long sleeve. He spared her a glance and she gave him a weak smile.

“Asheu.”

The sound of her sneezing made his mask fall. Worry crossed his features. He held her close and put the back of his hand against her forehead. She was warm despite the weather. “Maybe I should take you on ahead.” He said as he examined her face. She didn’t look flushed.

She shook her head, no. Her hand tightened through the sleeve, keeping him still. “I worry when you leave me.” She told him.

He nodded and held her close to his side. His eyes focused on the group he’d brought with him. When his eyes caught sight of the last one descending the steps of the train he turned with her by his side and made his way down the street. Maboroshi, is where they would be staying. The group made their way inside the large Inn. It was bigger than most Inns, built mainly for the foreigners.

The owners. An elderly couple stood at the desk as their son in a law a British man in his middle twenties filled out paper work in the background. The elderly lady saw them coming and her face brightened, it was a large group after all. She bowed deeply welcoming them to their Inn.

Kenshin led Kaoru to the fireplace and sat her down by the warming flames while he took care of business. Kaoru put her hands by the fire; finally she could feel her fingers again. “Asheu.” She sneezed again. She really didn’t want to get sick. Sleeping on a train isn’t the same as sleeping on a futon. Her back hurt from having fallen asleep in a sitting position. She could only imagine how Kenshin was feeling.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?”

Kaoru glanced at Misao. “I’m not sure Misao.” Her eyes turned to where Kenshin and Aoshi stood speaking with the old woman. A nodding of heads marked their agreement. The men began walking up the stairs while Kenshin and Aoshi remained by the desk. With a long sigh, she nudged Misao on the ribs. “Com on let’s go.” Kaoru said to her as she rose of her chair and made her way to Kenshin.

His eyes had settled on a deep bluish-purple. They looked soft and inviting kind of the way they did after he got his sight back after his battle with Amakusa Shougo. She stood in front of him as he looked down on her. “We’re all having a late dinner on second floor common room.” He said as he extended his hand and took hold of hers. They began their walk up the stairs.

Misao and Aoshi followed them up in a companionable silence walking side by side but never really touching. Their midnight dinner was eaten in a pleasant atmosphere. They laughed, told stories and even sang a little before they went to bed. The happy mood seemed to throw a veil over the past few days.

Kaoru laid the futon down getting things ready while Kenshin looked out the window. Their room over looked a large garden behind the Inn. If there was trouble, he could grab her and jump. They could make their way out the back.

“Kenshin.”

He stopped his reverie and turned to look at her. It’d felt like years since he’d last caressed her curves, touched her face or possessed her being. His eyes widen as she began to undress in front of him. She was usually more reserved. His eyes swept over her entire body before settling on her face. Her mouth was still tainted a ruby red. He walked closer gripping her by the waist once he was close enough. He looked down into her eyes. This is usually were he lost his wits. He leaned his face down and kissed her. Slow at first melding her form into his. His thoughts were becoming incoherent. “When this is over. We can go back to your dojo.” He said as he caressed her cheek. “I can become . . . ”

She didn’t let him finish. She understood. He was willing to bury the hitokiri battoussai again and live in the Meiji as the rurouni. He was willing to do it for her. She nuzzled his neck before laying kisses on his throat, suckling on a little spot right below his earlobe. He sighed contently. She kissed his chin and he leaned in further into her. She kissed his cheeks and lids before she kissed the side of his mouth. Holding his face in her hands she couldn’t help but notice how vulnerable he was. She held the reins on his being, whether it was his heart or his mind. She possessed him completely. She let go of his face so she could wrap her arms around his neck. “I love you.” She whispered before she kissed him lovingly.

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“This is going to get us no where.” Kawamori shook his head. “Three weeks,” He muttered under his breath. He had been hoping to strike soon after Minami had arrived but now there was another delay in the plans. This was a bad omen. He should wait, really he should but he wanted to strike; now while the Ishin were weakened. It had to be during winter. It had to. “I want you to gather everyone. There will be a meeting to night.” Kawamori turned and went back to his desk.

“Yes, sir.” Takanashi fourth captain of the Mimawari-gumi said as he bowed. Without a second glance at his commander he left to fetch the others.

Kawamori looked down at his papers, just stared at them for a long time. The battoussai was alive and a fifth of his army was gone. Takahashi had gone on and attacked the Shinsegumi in an ambush that had cost him almost half his men. Perhaps he should have built a bigger army. One that stood at five hundred or at a thousand. That would have been smart. The smarter thing to do. But he had the best swordsmen in the land. The only men who could stand between him and the government were the Shinsegumi and the battoussai. He would have to resort to the alternative plan. Three weeks was more than enough time for them to get here. A knock on the door broke his line of thought. “What is it?” He called out from his seat.

“We’re all ready Kawamori-san.” Ono’s voice sounded nervous from the other side of the door.

Kawamori turned to look at the clock in his office, a western commodity he valued. Time was precious after all. “I’m coming.” He hadn’t noticed just how long he’d been sitting there thinking. He gathered his thoughts as he left his office. He strode in to the front of the hall heading to the front of the room.

He stood there looking at them a moment before he began. “How many times must we meet this way before our revenge is complete? How many times must we be the ones counting our losses? How many times before they kneel?” He breathed through his nose, gathering his thoughts.

“We’ve had our share of loss but nothing compared to the loss of the Ishin Shishi. While we have lost only a fifth of our forces, they have lost three times our number. We’ve taken but a minor setback. Nothing we can’t overcome as the Mimawari-gumi.” He paused looking down at them.

“As we are, we cannot stand against the army guarding Yokohama. If we are to be victorious, if indeed we want to win, we will need help. Therefore we will resort to the alternate plan I mentioned in the beginning. The Black Ajah stands at two hundred. I know many of you hate them. They have no honor or morale. But they do understand money. And money they will obey. I will send word tomorrow. They will come in three weeks time.” His eyes turned to Kazuki and Masashiko. Two of the children he’d helped raised and though Masashiko had remained with his mother he’d always helped her out with money. Kazuki on the other hand. He’d taken him in, raised him as his own. Maybe that’s why he favored Kazuki.

“Our plan stays the same. We will disperse and attack government officials while the Black Ajah creates our diversion. In the meantime you are to kill all members of the police. I know the Battoussai and sooner or later he will come to Yokohama if he isn’t already here. Be wary of him. He is their key player. If we kill him there won’t be much to stand against us.” He tone took on a harsher note at what he said next. “That however does not give you the go ahead to go looking for him. If you find him he will kill you. It would take at least ten of you to scratch him.”

Shaking his head slightly he continued. “The firearms will be here in the next two weeks. Masashiko you will still get your turn at the army. Takanashi and Minami you will patrol the outskirts of town. No one can come to their rescue. Kazuki you will come with me. Well set the fires to town before we burn the docks. This is our last stand, men.” He looked around the room. “We either win or we die trying. There is no in between. There is no surrender. We are the Mimawari-gumi. Our dictum has always been, Fight with honor, die with honor. We fight to the last man.” Kawamori’s words trailed off as the sound of applause broke into the room. His thoughts had trailed off to Kisho, his sister’s fiancée. He had always said that at the end of his speeches. It was how he encouraged them to fight. He stirred their sense of honor.

Kawamori raised his hand, silencing them. “Our attack will commence at sundown three weeks from today. You must keep low until then. Don’t go beyond the slums. I have made arrangements at the Yomi no Kuni, the tavern will see to your needs. Assignments will be handed before dinner. Only those off duty are allowed to go to Yomi’s.” Glancing at them one last time he let them go. “You are dismissed.”

They all left room quietly. As soon as the door closed behind them though their excited chatter and laughter began to fill the hallway as they made their way to the dinning room. The Yomi no Kuni was a well know brothel, famous for the scantly clad women.

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The patrol came home empty handed again. It had been a week since they’d arrived in Yokohama and still there was no sign of the Mimawari-gumi. Though policemen had started to show up dead, sometimes one, sometimes three at a time. They were definitely here. Hiding somewhere, just bidding their time.

Shinomori Aoshi arrived from the night’s patrol just before daybreak. He made his way back to his room silently. Another night wasted. They’d been here one week and still no sign. He felt frustration grasping at him, trying to take hold. The morning patrols were starting tomorrow though he didn’t trust the police to take care of a situation that involved the Mimawari-gumi. Six men left every night this week and six men returned with no news. Nothing.

It was the police themselves who found their fellow officers sometime the next morning. Usually in the water. He opened his door not surprised by the lit candle in his room. He removed his coat and sat down on the futon that had been laid out for him.

“You’re home early tonight.” Misao said as she poured him some tea. She handed him the cup brushing her fingers over his as she did. A small blush crept into her cheeks. She began fixing his plate, adding only a few snacks. Too much food might give him nightmares. She placed the food in front of him and waited for him to begin eating. She loved him so much. She would do anything for him. All he had to do was ask. She lowered her eyes when she realized she’d been starring at him. She had a tendency to do that. But who could blame her, he was beautiful. Midnight night colored hair and blue-green eyes. Eyes that had enchanted her since their first meeting. The time she spent with him was never enough. She always wished for more. She was a selfless person, she liked to think but when it came to him she became greedy, wanting to keep him for herself. The cling of his cup made her look up. He was done eating. So soon, it was always too soon. She gathered her things putting them on the tray. She felt his eyes on her as she did. She picked up her tray carefully. He made her nervous when he looked at her intently.

His larger hand covered hers completely as he placed his hand over hers. The act made her stop and her head shot up as she looked at him. He helped her ease the tray back down and took her hands in his when she was done.

“Aoshi-sama.” Misao couldn’t help but be a little hopeful. She had wished for him after all. She’d wished for dominance over him.

He brought her closer to him not sure what he wanted to do with her. She loved him and as hard as he’d fought it, he felt . . . he felt like maybe he could return the feelings. She had been after him for many years now and he’d always thought that it would be something she would grow out off. But she’d only become more persistent. He’d tried to avoid her when he saw where things might be headed but she had refused him that. She’d sought him out and forced her company on him. He’d been confused at the time and he’d spent all his time meditating.

Aoshi traced the contours of her face. A face he’d known for so long. She’d grown into beautiful you woman. He admitted it. Maybe it was time.

He eased her down to the futon. He moved his hand from her cheek to her throat. He could feel her heart racing. He wasn’t sure what to do. There were too many emotions at the moment fighting for dominance. He didn’t want to do anything rash and yet he did. Deciding the best course of action would be to sleep on it. He lay down beside her. He spooned himself against her and held her close to him. She sighed contently and he realized that this was enough. For now, all he needed was just to hold her. Sleep slipped into his conscious soon after, though not before a last thought drifted in. What was he going to do when holding her wasn’t enough?

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Kaoru gripped Kenshin wrist forcefully. So much that her knuckles were white. “Please, just let it go.” She pleaded. She regretted having left the Inn. All these trouble just because she had wanted to go shopping.

His eyes blazed with rage. If the man had said something he might have been able to let it go. But he didn’t just say something. “He touched you.” His voice held a rage she hardly recognized.

“Please.” She really didn’t know what to do. People had quickly dispersed when he’d drawn the katana out of its sheath. Her mouth trembled some from the cold but mainly from fear. She did the only thing she could think off. She became limp. Her hand lost its grip on his wrist as she started to fall backwards.

He caught her easily turning all his attention on her. “Koishii?” He said alarmingly. He touched her cold face. They’d been standing in the cold for too long. But his alarm became joy when he saw her eyes fluttering open. He exhaled a great sigh of relief. He helped her back to her feet.

She glanced around and was glad the man had been smart enough to run away. The only time his mind would loose focus on a fight was if harm came to her. She pulled on his hand and dragged him away from the street.

“You scared me.”

Those were the first words he’d said to her in the last hour. The fact that they were home now had done nothing to lighten his mood. She looked at him feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.” She apologized. She realized only too late that her face must have shown guilt. He grabbed her wrists tightly bringing her close to him for examination. “You lied.” He said it like it was the worst thing he had ever seen. “to me.” The under current of his voice made her shiver.

A light rumble in the background drew her attention away. If she didn’t look at him she’d be all right. “You were behaving stupidly. What did you want me to do?” Her voice took on an edge of self-righteousness.

“He touched you.”

“Again with that. You did enough; you scared him half to death.” She said cutting him off.

“No, koishii not nearly enough. You are mine and I alone can touch you.” He forced her face too look at him.

She tried to wriggle out of his hold. She hit him with the book she’d been reading only to have it yanked out of her hand and tossed out the window.

“You son-of . . .” Her hands fisted in anger. She’d bought that today. “You act as If I let him.” She said calmingly though her face had paled in fury.

“You were defending him.”

“And what does that mean. That I liked it and that’s why I didn’t let you kill him.” She pushed on his shoulder trying to get free. “You’re insane. Let me go.” She commanded.

Thunder rumbled in the background, it seemed the weather agreed with his mood. “It means you should have let me punish him.”

“That’s not what you wanted to do and you know it.” She said as she tried to kick him.

A murderous look passed through his features. “I love you, insanely so.” He said though gritted teeth. “I would die for you and I would kill for you if I had to!" He said harshly before he kissed her.

The fact that it was the first time he’d said the words escaped her notice as he kissed her urgently. He devoured her lips even as laid her on the futon.

Small Note:

All right as you can see at the beginning of the chapter it becomes obvious that Kaoru's wish is granted, again. He is able to remember previous fights. It's why he defeated the shadowed man in Kawamarachi Sanjo so easily.

Now there are certain things you might find interesting in this chapter I just hope I catch them all.

The Kihei-Tai. They are the Ishin Shishi (samurai). This is something I thought I should clear up before the emails start coming. I have mentioned it before but I felt the need to reiterate since some of you might have forgotten already.

Why did they think Taro was coming to the Inn?

His head had cut off and stuck on a spear. One of the Mimawari-gumi was carrying it in front of him so that from far it looked like Taro was walking towards them.

Aoshi's loss of control during the fight in the Inn.

If you've watched the Anime or read the manga you should know that he was really touchy about harm falling to those under his watch. Now Taro and Toyo were killed because they ran off after the remaining Mimawari. Aoshi and his men had been fighting on the street in front of the Aoiya remember.

Misao's wish.

That I think should be self-explanatory. She wished for Aoshi to fall madly in love with her.

The Hitokiri Battoussai Vs Izubuchi

I think the fight was pretty easy to follow. Izubuchi's anger clouded his mind making him sloppy and careless. The name of his technique was the Jigen Ryu, a very unusual and powerful technique. This technique is seen in the anime, episode three. His threat on Kaoru is what ultimately got him killed. Though Izubuchi didn't know which of the girls was the battoussai's woman. He was just guessing. Tough luck, huh? In the end I decided I was getting too gory in my description of his death so I deleted the scene. Sorry.

The train ride.

I can hear you guys already. Aoshi wouldn't act like that. I know, I know. But you should be able to guess why. I mean Misao did wish it pretty hard. The act of putting his arm around her shoulder is the beginning of what's in store for her. And she knows it.

Yokohama

Maboroshi is the name of the Inn where Kenshin’s group is staying. According to the dictionary the word is supposed to means Illusion. As in a dream or illusion constructed by someone; figuratively it means "mystic" or "mystical".

Yomi no Kuni the name of the brothel where the Mimawari can go drink and mess around with women. The word Yomi (no Kuni) is supposed to translate to: the mythological Japanese underworld

Chapter Fourteen

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Kaoru lay in the darkened room listening to the rumble outside. The storm had come after all. She could see the blinding flashes of lightening from time to time. Hear the roar of thunder run through the city.

In Roman mythology there were supposed to be many different kami’s. She knew Jupiter to be the one who controlled such things as storms. He was in charge of lightening, thunder and such things. A particular loud roar of thunder made her smile. She should have know the Kami to control such an act would be a man. The storm was savage and destructive in it’s nature. Though there was also those light showers so gentle you couldn’t imagine them being any other way.

Her Kenshin was like that, wild and ferocious. Fierce like the storm yet gentle in it’s caress. Her hand continued to play with scarlet locks as she looked out the window. It looked cold out but not in here. She was warm. The storm would calm after sometime. Her hand buried itself in silky strands glad she’d removed the hair tie.

“Go to sleep, koishii.”

She looked to where his head rested on her chest. She smiled at him. Feeling like too much air would never be enough, when he left her breathless with a mere glimpse of himself. “I’m not tired.” She responded after sometime.

His face moved slowly, he seemed almost reluctant to rouse. He placed a small kiss under her breast where his cheek had laid. He turned his face upwards locking eyes with hers. “Are you done tormenting me?” He asked her, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth.

Her mouth opened not sure what he meant at first. When things clicked and understanding dawned on her she turned her face away. “Kenshin-baka.” She chided lovingly.

He kissed the inside of her arm pulling her hand out of his hair and laying a kiss on the palm. “I don’t understand your obsession with my hair.” He said as he began laying kisses on each of her small fingers.

“The obsession is for all of you not just the hair.” She spoke softly as the same hand caressed his cheek.

He closed his eyes and leaned into the caress. He loved her so much that sometimes it went beyond reason. He was over protective of her he knew. But that was something he couldn’t help. Even if he could change that about himself he wouldn’t. There had been to many mistakes where she was concerned already. He’d had flashes of her in his mind when he thought about certain men he’d fought. With Shishio it had been of her crying in the middle of a dark road. The only light there had been produced by fireflies. The fireflies had a deep meaning for them. He felt it more than remembered it. When he’d thought about Jineh, the image of her crying in the middle of the practice hall had come back to him. She was there, everywhere in his mind. He was glad for the bits and pieces. He remembered the succession technique and had a feeling that it was going to play an important role in this fight.

His eyes opened slowly when he felt her trace the curve of his lower lip. She was looking at him intently. His eyes returned the heated gaze. She set him aflame. He could feel her heartbeat speeding up. She was anticipating the moment he kissed her. Without further hesitation, he moved before she could gasp. He hovered over her lips for less than the fraction of a second before he devoured her inviting lips. He would consume her with the fire she stoked.

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Kaoru walked around rubbing her chest. It felt . . . it was hard to say. Sensitive, maybe.

It was Kenshin’s turn to patrol and of course she couldn’t sleep, she never could when it was his turn. They had found two Mimawari-gumi in the last two weeks. Both men died in the struggle of being apprehended. She was just thankful it happened during Aoshi’s watch and not Kenshin’s.

Today was the beginning of the third week here in Yokohama. Kenshin had patrol duty the rest for the of week, until Saturday. She looked at the new copy of Roman and Greek Mythology through the Ages. A smile came to her despite the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. He wouldn’t have had to buy her a new one if he hadn’t tossed the old one out the window. Maybe if she read a little. She sat back down in the middle of the futon. It had been raining off and on again. She would rather it be freezing cold than for it to rain. He would get soaked if he had to fight in this weather. She had made him dress warmly before he left though. He had protested. A great deal in fact. She’d been forced to threaten him with going after him to make sure he kept well. In the end he’d given in. She knew he would.

She was anxious. She didn’t know what it was but she felt something might happen. She really wanted to talk to Misao but she had taken to sleeping in Aoshi’s room. She briefly wondered how far they’d gone. Though knowing Aoshi. She sighed again. Poor Misao.

“Kenshin.” She called to him though only the pitter patter of the rain answered her calling.

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The battoussai paused mid step. He turned his face slightly to the side. It was only the wind but it had sounded like she called for him. He frowned in concern. He hoped she was alright. He turned back and continued his trek. Today they were searching the docks. It had been decided not to patrol the same streets every night like they did the first week. It was a waste of time to do so.

The rain had lightened just a enough, something the others were thankful for. His eyes scanned the area carefully once they reached the docks. He sensed something here. He walked further along and paused. One woman and five men stood in the middle of a platform. They seemed to be waiting. All dressed in black armor, with odd swords on their sides. A small, red symbol stood on their breastplates. The woman was the only one with a cloak. It whirled behind her in the wind. They stood straight almost stiffly, looking straight at him. They were waiting for him.

“Stay back.” He commanded the other five men with him. The men eased back until their backs met the wall of one of the warehouses. They watched in apprehension.

“You are the battoussai?” The woman’s voice sounded strong. It carried without the need of the wind. She stood at about the same height as her men. It was obvious she was their leader. Just in the way she stood. Her accent was thick. She was a foreigner. Though not from the west.

The battoussai didn’t respond. He regarded them with a cool expression. His eyes had taken notice of their swords. They didn’t look of Japanese make. These sword were thick right after the handle and curved towards the end. Scythe like swords.

“I like a man that admires good craftsmanship.” She threw her head back and laughed. She was tan with long dark hair, braided down her back. The braid reached all the way to back of her knees. “This.” She said removing the sword. “Is a Damuscus swords. It’s made of damauscus steel. Made by my ancestors long ago. The handle is the only thing we change when it’s passed down to us. My blade is one of the newest ones, made over three years ago.” She regarded her blade almost lovingly before she glanced back at the red head. “We are the Black Ajah.” She was surprised when he didn’t seem frightened. “The most feared army in the Indies, though we originate from Persia.” He still didn’t seem to flinch though. And it was becoming too much of history lesson for her. “Well beautiful enough chitchat. Let’s see what you got.” She motion for one of her men to move forward. She watched with great interest as the red head positioned himself into a stance. Her people had training exercises but no definite stance when it came to fighting.

The battoussai watched the sword of the other man. He was a least a foot taller than himself. The man wielded his sword like a sling. He swung it around, his wrist moving in a circular motion.

The man charged at him and the battoussai stopped the thrust with the sharp side of his blade. He then ran the sharp part of his katana along side the other man’s sword, sparks flew on contact. The battoussai’s katana cut the man across the face, tossing him back.

The woman stared at him, then smiled. She hadn’t ever seen anything like that. He did it all in the blink of an eye. This time she signaled for two to go at him.

As soon as the men approached him. The battoussai seemed to blur. He jumped over the first and slashed him from the back, right underneath the neck. The next one he encountered he used the regular battou jutsu. He supported his right hand with his left as he swung the blade in a horizontal slash. Cutting the man almost in half. Blood splattered on the street.

The woman stared at him in awe. “You would do well with the Ajah.” She said to him.

He slashed the air in one fast stroke, cleaning of the blood. He sheathed his sword again and looked at her. She was smiling down at him.

“I was sent to read you. But I think I can do more than that. Won’t you join us? Money, power, women. Anything you could ever want would be yours. Someone like you could have any pick amongst the captains.” She said.

“They’re all woman?” He asked her.

Her gave him a toothy grin. “So you’re more than good looks, are you? It would be a shame to kill you. Join us.” She asked him winking at him in the process.

He shook his head. ‘Kaoru would rip her head off if she was to here,’ he thought.

“He’s married.” Yoshimitsu screamed out. “To a beautiful woman.”

Both the battoussai and the woman turned around to look at Yoshimitsu.

That comment was disturbing as it was badly timed. No one should be looking at Kaoru like that.

“I see.” The woman said looking at Kenshin with a predatory smile. “She must be very beautiful to have captured someone like you.” She pointed at her last man. He step forward serving to shield her from the battoussai. “I’ll see you around.” She said as she leapt away.

The last man left was a burly fellow. Black eyes, black hair and extremely tan. His sword was like hers except the hilt didn’t seem as ornate. He tossed it from hand to hand before the battoussai lunged, thrusting his katana from underneath the mans chin right through the skull. He jumped back and cleaned his katana.

The others held back waiting for him to pass them by before they began to follow him. His eyes were glinting like the moon on water. They kept quiet for the rest of the patrol. Yoshimitsu most of all. No reason to draw attention to himself.

The sun was out by the time he got home. He made his way upstairs and opened the door quietly. A small oil lamp lit the room, creating small shadows along the walls. She’d fallen asleep over the blankets with her finger in between the pages of her book. He shook his head in amusement. He closed the door quietly, removing all the clothes she’d forced him to wear. He changed and then walked to were she laid. Her dark lashes were a big contrast to the milky white skin. “Very beautiful indeed.” He said caressing her cheek. He lifted her enough to draw the blankets out. He kissed her cheek softly so as to not wake her up and then covered them both with the blanket. An inaudible sigh of relief escaped him as she snuggled into him. He embraced her, holding her close. He wondered how he‘d managed the first fifteen years of his life before she came along. A smile tugged at his lips even in sleep.

*************

“I found him.” Mahisti said standing stiffly. She’d removed her breastplate and other armor when she got back but facing her commander always caused knots in her back. “He is as they say.”

“You engaged him in battle.” A woman in fitted black leather rose from her chair. She stood in front of Mahisti briefly before she began circling. “And you lost a fifth of your unit.”

Mahisti fisted her hands behind her back. “Yes.”

“What did you learn?” The woman said sitting down again while Mahisti remained standing up.

“The Hitokiri Battoussai lives up to his name. He is a master swordsman. He killed my unit without hesitation in quick, precise movements. He has the ability to move beyond normal speed a worthy adversary for anyone.” Mahisti felt a little awkward describing the beautiful red head.

Jahangir, looked up from her folded hands to look at Mahisti. “You asked him to join.” There was surprise in the statement. “He is that good.” Jahangir looked thoughtful for a moment. “Why did he not come?”

“He does not know us.” Mahisti paused remembering what one of the men had yelled. “Also, he is married to a beautiful woman.”

“You saw her?”

“No, one of the other men there shouted it out.” Mahisti said in quick words.

“Were the others like him?”

“No their power was limited. Very weak auras. The battoussai was the strongest amongst them.” Mihisti said knowing that’s what her commander wanted to hear.

“All right. Give his description to the others and tell them they are not to engage him in battle. Our agreement with the Mimawari-gumi does not include him.” Jahangir finished her statement rather dismissively.

Mahisti left the room quickly, her long braid swinging along with her every movement. She hadn’t thought it was going to be that easy. It was a good thing she’d kept his looks out of it or Jahangir would have gone after him herself. It was hard finding a warrior husband. Especially one with all his qualities. Her predatory smile came back as she made her way to the hall. She might just try again before they headed back to the Indies.

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“What?” Kaoru stared at Koji disbelieving.

His faced paled. He turned around slowly to look at Kaoru. He tried desperately to say something anything but his mouth didn’t want to work.

“She asked him to join her.” Kaoru said repeating Koji’s words.

Maiku took one look at Kaoru and ran off. He didn’t want to hear the story that badly. She was a topic deeply discussed by the Kihei-Tai. One of the things known to everyone was her temper. He scurried away faster when she began to raise her voice.

“Tell me what she said word for word.” Kaoru had him by the front of the gi and was starting to shake him. “Better yet tell me the whole story and don’t leave anything out. I can tell when you lie.”

Koji knew there was no other way. She would not leave him alone if he didn’t spill his guts. He wished he hadn‘t heard the story.

“Koji!”

That snapped him out of it. “There was a woman and five men waiting for him at the docks. They were all dressed in black armor. They were waiting for him. They wanted to fight him. The woman said she was there to read him.”

“Stop right there. What did she say exactly?” Kaoru said leaning her face to his. His left eye twitched when he lied. She peered at him close. “Tell me.”

“She asked him if he was the battoussai but he didn’t respond. I guess he was looking at their swords because she said, I like a man that admires good craftsmanship. Then she laughed.”

“What did she look like?” Kaoru could barely able to suppress the rage she felt building inside her.

“She was a tall woman taller than Himura. She was tan with dark hair and dark eyes. Shapely” She was making him afraid with the withering look. “Yoshimitsu say’s your twice as beautiful though.” That seemed to do the trick she eased off on her hold of his gi allowing him room to breath. “Go on.“ She said.

“She explained stuff about her sword an where it came from. She told him she was from the Black Ajah but Himura still didn‘t make any movements or give any response. So she said, Well beautiful enough chitchat. Let’s see what you got. Then she motioned for one of her men to move forward. Himura defeated him easily.” Koji looked at her impassive face and wondered what she would do once she knew what the other woman had said.

“When she saw how easily he defeated the first man she sent two more. Himura defeated those as well. She stared at him in awe before she said. You would do well with the Ajah but Himura still didn’t respond. That’s when she said, I was sent to read you. But I think I can do more than that. Won’t you join us? Money, power, women. Anything you could ever want would be yours. Someone like you could have any pick amongst the captains.

Kaoru’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Someone so small should not be as strong as she was. There was no point in struggling anymore. Though he still tried desperately to look away. “That’s when he first spoke. He asked her if they were all women. Though we think he meant are all the leaders, women. Anyways, She smiled at him and then said, “So you’re more than good looks, are you? It would be a shame to kill you. Join us.” She winked at him while doing it too.”

Kaoru began to tremble.

Koji had to finish before she bashed him on the head for taking too long. “Yoshimitsu yelled, He’s married to beautiful woman. Both of them turned to look at him. and then the woman said, I see she must be very beautiful to have captured someone like you. Then she pointed at her last man and left while they fought. Though she did yell, I’ll see you around, before she leapt away.”

Kaoru let him go and Koji didn’t wait another second. He ran and ran fast.

Kaoru walked back upstairs towards the common room where they were having a meeting.

It’s been four days since Himura encountered the Black Ajah and . . . .

The bang of the door sliding open made everyone turn. Her face was deadly pale and her eyes glistened wildly. Her lips were a deep cherry from having bitten them as she walked up the stair. “Kenshin, a word.” Her tone was commanding, showing authority over the man.

He looked at her rather confused. “This is a meeting.” He responded but for some reason she became angrier. He could feel it. Her hands were hidden underneath the long sleeves of her kimono though he knew they were fisted.

She licked her dry lips. She didn’t want a confrontation in here. But he was making things impossible. “Kenshin.” She bit her tongue to keep herself from saying, now before I come and get you.

Kenshin rose from his place at the table and walked outside. Closing the door behind him so that no one would hear. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the window as soon as he closed the door. “What is it?”

She jerked her arm free and stepped forward. “You didn’t tell me that . . . woman asked you to go away with her.”

“What?” He wasn’t too sure where this was going now.

“You know who I mean. Why didn’t you tell me? Is there a reason you hid that nights events from me?” She finished in one breath but he caught all the words.

Someone had told her. His eyes flashed in rage. When he found out who’d told her . . . .

“Are you listening?”

Her voice made him turn back. She looked really angry.

“Now is not the time. We will talk about this later.” His voice was as cold. If he showed the least bit of a guilt she would jump on it like a lioness on her prey. He turned on his heel and left to go back inside.

She stood there, radiating outrage. Her attention snapped back to reality when the door closed behind him. She strode down the hall purposely, walking to her room. She slammed the door open. She hated feeling jealousy. But the problem was she couldn’t help it. She loved him dearly. She’d felt protective over him since the very beginning. He was very attractive after all. She took some money and left. There was no way she was going to stay here and wait till he was ready to explain. He should have told her when he got home that night.

She left the inn without any hindrance. There were no guards.

The cold air slammed into her nearly knocking her over. She shivered drawing her kimono closer to her. It was lined with wool but still she could feel the air, sharp as knife.

She ran to keep warm. She could see her breath, the air was so cold. She ran down the street looking for the Tetsuya‘s. The owner of where she‘d bought her Mythology book had recommended the other book store.

A ringing of small bells announced her entrance. She entered the small store cautiously. It was a warm little store. Antiquities filled the middle of the store while books lined the entire back wall from floor to ceiling. A smile spread on her lips, there were so many books. A young woman welcomed her and Kaoru returned a polite greeting. She walked past several antiques before she reached the wall lined with books.

There were so many tittles:

The Legend of Selene.

Women in Ancient times.

Ancient Prophecies.

The Monkey King.

Lost in the Shadows volume I.

Battle Amongst the Shadows volume II.

The Impious Empress.

Dark Times: Blood Bonds.

Kaoru’s hand paused over the last book. There was something about that book.

“I don’t think you’d like that one.”

Kaoru turned at the sound of the voice.

A tall man with jet black hair looked at her. His gray eyes looked at her with interest. He picked up The Impious Empress and handed it to her. “You’ll find this one much more interesting,” he said.

“What’s wrong with the other one?” She asked looking from the book he’d handed her.

“It’s too tragic, too much war.” He said looking down at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with a book that’s realistic.” Kaoru said turning her gaze back to him.

He gave her an intent look for a moment making her blush in the process. “I’ve never met a woman that thought so before.” He gave her a charming smile. Kaoru blushed a deeper shade in response. “No, I suppose there isn’t.” he looked at the book he held. Kawamori had read to him from this book, it’s why he wanted it.

“What is that one about?” Kaoru asked after a moment, looking at the book he held.

“It’s a long story. It all starts with the emperor being killed in front of his daughter. The head-guard, of the emperors’ army grabbed the girl and ran off to safety. Those had been the emperors orders but she was still angry with him. She asked him to take her to her other family, distant cousins I think it was. Anyways he told her he couldn’t do that, he would remain with her for the rest of her life. Those were his orders. She didn’t like it at first but in the end she fell in love with him.” He paused for a moment. His eyes had been looking at the book intently.

“He’d gathered an army hoping to retake her kingdom, she would be empress. He’d see to it, he was a great warrior after all but fate was against him. They got him in the end. The same man that killed her father killed her husband. She became driven then. Even though she bore his child a couple of months after his death. All she could think off was her dead husband, all she lived for was vengeance.” He shook his head trying to clear his mind. This was too close to his past. He looked at Kaoru again. Giving her a sad smile. “This one isn’t for you. But I think you will enjoy that one very much.”

Kaoru could see the book meant a lot to him. So even though he’d sparked interest, she would let him have it. “What’s this one about?” She said changing topics.

He gave her a roguish smile. “That one,” he said touching the cover. “Is about a very bad empress. Well maybe not bad more like wicked.” Naughty is the word he’d wanted to use but there were some words you just didn’t say in polite company. “The story has a bit of a dark theme. But it’s a love story. It’s a really hard book to find as well.”

Kaoru looked at the book with new interest. A dark theme, a bad empress and a love story, there wasn’t much more she could hope for in a book.

The doors jingled and both Kaoru and her new friend turned to the door.

“Kazuki.” An tall man maybe a decade older than Kazuki stood at the door. “I’ve been waiting for you to return I should have known this is where you were.”

“Kawamori-san, I forgot you were with me.” Kazuki blushed a bit looking down at the floor.

Kaoru had thought the other man was Kazuki’s father but he’d called him Kawamori-san. She felt her book taken out of her hands.

“I’ll pay for these,” Kazuki said putting them down on the desk.

“No you don’t have to.” Kaoru said trying to get her book. She blushed a scarlet red. “Really you don’t.”

“I took the book you really wanted I think the least I could do is buy you the replacement.”

Kaoru blushed and his smile widened. “How about your name in exchange for the book.” he said once they were wrapped up.

“Kaoru.” She said taking her book.

“Well Kaoru it was nice to meet you.” He bowed formally making grand gestures that earned him a giggle.

Kaoru returned the formal bow though without the grandeur of the other. “It was very nice to meet you too Kazuki-san.”

His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” He said from the door.

Kaoru only nodded.

He gave her a crooked smile before he left with the other man. It was odd Kazuki hadn’t introduced her to the other man, most people would have. She left the warmth of the bookstore and began her walk back to the Inn. If it got any colder it would start to snow. She tucked the book into her kimono before she began to run.

“Kaoru-san!”

An alarming greeting was the first thing she heard as soon as she stepped through the doors of the inn.

“What’s wrong Yoshimitsu?” Kaoru asked frightened at his expression.

“The meeting finished about half an hour ago and Himura has been looking for you.” He said as he looked over her shoulder.

“I went to go buy a book.” She said looking around. Where the hall had been empty when she left, it was now full of men. “I think I’ll go upstairs.” She said moving past him and continuing on. Shouts from the floor below made her fasten her pace urging her to reach her floor that much faster.

“Kaoru.” He called to her in a steel voice. He was trying to control his anger. He stood at the top of the stairs watching her.

She didn’t bother to turn she knew who it was. She opened the door and went inside, leaving the door open knowing he would walk inside. She sat down on the floor and waited.

The door closed with a loud snap. “Where have you been?”

“I believe we’ve had this conversation before,” She responded coolly.

He looked at her with real anger in his eyes. The color had yet to turn amber though they were close. It made her rethink her answer. “I was with Misao.”

“I saw her earlier.” He said not coming any closer.

Her head titled to the side as she studied him. “When where you going to tell me about that woman?”

His mouth was pressed into a thin line. He still hadn’t found out who told her. “There was nothing to say.”

“You mean aside from the fact that she wanted you to run off with her.” Kaoru cut in.

“Are you going to tell me where you were?” He asked her darkly.

Kaoru didn’t like his tone. “Out but it’s alright I was with someone.” She saw his face pale and his eyes became a shade of yellow she hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He had to be hearing wrong.

She gulped down her fear. Licking her lips she realized making him jealous was not the best of ideas. “Did you consider going with her?” She asked stubbornly.

He realized that’s what all of this was about. She was trying to provoke the same reaction out of him. She wanted him to feel jealous because that’s what she felt. He wanted to call her an idiot and a million times the fool but he just couldn’t say it. “Of course not.”

Her mouth formed a small pout. “Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“There was nothing to say. And there still isn‘t anything worth mentioning.” He said moving to the window. She loved driving him crazy.

“Hmm.” Was all she said.

He turned giving her a penetrating look. A look she returned.

“Where did you go?” He asked her again. She often changed topics trying to throw him off what he really wanted to know but he never forgot a question specially when she tried to avoid it.

She just looked at him. Her face was blank of expression for a moment. She was still angry that someone had been bold enough to flirt with him but the anger seemed to have taken a slight twist. “Out.” She responded.

“Kaoru.” He warned.

“Come here.” She called him to her side thought she didn’t stretch her hands and made no further movements towards him. When he didn’t obey she stood and began walking towards the door.

He stopped her mid step. His arms held her like steel bands, holding her in a hug. His hands took rest over her stomach as he leaned his face into the crook of her neck. “Why do you like to make me angry?”

She stiffened on contact, remaining silent for a second. “I could say the same, ne Kenshin?” She sighed deeply. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

He remained still not sure how to answer her question. “No, I don’t suppose you do.” She said looking straight ahead at the wall. “When you left me to go fight Shishio, I thought. No danger would be too great just to see you again. To be with you just a little longer.” She smiled at the distant memory. “When I got to your Shishou’s house I asked you if you were angry with me for following you.”

“What did I say?”

“You said you were half angry and half relieved. Then you walked away from me.” Her head bowed for a moment. Some memories no matter how distant still hurt.

“To get my training. I left you for a while to finish my training. I remember that, somewhat.” He said close to her ear.

She tried to turn in the embrace. “Kenshin?” She tried again and he let her. “You . . . you remember?”

“Some.” He said looking down at her.

She pressed herself against him in a crushing hug. If he remembered she had nothing to worry about. Her wish. He had all his skill back, so now even if he met up with Saitou . . . . He could win. “Kenshin, I’m so glad.” She murmured into his chest. “So glad.” He tried to lift her face but she refused. “Not yet.” She whispered to him. “No just yet.” So he held her close to him and rubbed her back soothingly. She confused him sometimes.

He squeezed her just before the nock on the door. He had to go. Her face turned up toward his slowly. Her eyes conveyed need, she needed comforting. “I have to go, koishii.” He brought his face down so their cheeks touched. “Koishii.” He marveled at the softness of her face. He pulled his face back and tipped her chin. He kissed her slowly letting his love for her linger between them. He didn’t want to leave her, giving her another quick kiss he drew back and made his way out. At the door he paused, “Don’t wait up for me Koishii you’ll make yourself sick.”

“Kenshin,” she said turning slowly to look at him just as he left. He worried too much sometimes.

*************

They ran.

Ran as fast as they could. They jumped over walls and leapt onto rooftops. They had to get away. They’d been warned not to get too close. They ran faster, almost slipping off one house whose roof was too slippery. The night sky was full of clouds. The night was dark enough, they could hide in the shadows if only they could out run him.

“He saw us.”

“I told you we shouldn’t have gone.”

“It’s too late to lay the blame, run faster you idiot.”

They jumped down behind a building, wheezing and panting for a second before they made their way out of the alley. They were close enough to the Yomi no Kuni if only they could get there, they’d outnumber the Ishin Shishi. They stepped around the corner and paused mid-step. Five men stood of to the side while one lone figure stood in the middle of the street, waiting.

Hige let a shallow breath escape. “I told you he saw us.”

Kiba stood frozen. He looked caught.

“All of this because you wanted to kill those cops.”

The accusation went right over his head. There was nothing he could do. Kiba unsheathed his sword. He held the hilt with both hands since it shook too much when he held it with just one. “Mimawari-gumi sergeant Kujiranami.” He stated.

The men behind him unsheathed their swords. Afraid as they were they could still die with some honor.

“What’s going on here?”

Hige turned back to see eight fellow members of the Mimawari-gumi making their way down the street. He was so happy, he almost wept.

The Ishin Shishi stepped off the side and onto the street, standing in front of the battoussai. They would all fight together.

*************

“Are all of them here?”

“Yes everyone who survived the Shiga ambush is here.” Tanaka responded in his usual tone. He was smiling at his surroundings. “It looks like it will snow don’t you think?” He said turning to his old friend.

The light of a match illuminated the face for a moment. Long bangs fell oddly over the man’s face. They seemed to accentuate the mans’ eyes. Wolfs eyes.

“We should have no problem finding the battoussai.” Tanaka said as he peered at the dawning light of the sun.

“Gather everyone we need to leave.” Saitou glanced around the train station. Something smelled funny to him.

“Where are we staying at?” Tanaka asked as he walked along side Saitou.

“Haji.”

“Is that short for Hajikata?” Tanaka asked. Saitou glanced at him confirming the name. “So it’s named after the creator of the Hirazuki.” Tanaka stated his face turning slightly towards a group of women. “They don’t look like they’re from here.” Tanaka stated.

Saitou took very little notice of them. It had taken them longer than expected. They’re been forced to search Shiga and then they were forced into Kyoto where he looked through piles of bodies. He was able to discern between Shinomori’s work to that of the battoussai’s. Both had almost had the same amount of killings. ‘Battoussai.’

He continued walking though he felt the rise in Ki’s when he passed the women. They had felt his out when he was thinking about the battoussai. His eyes narrowed as he walked to the Shinsegumi Inn. They wouldn’t follow them there.

Mahisti looked at the men walking past her. Over the last couple of days many large groups had arrived. All groups seemed to stay together. These were part of the Shinsegumi. Captains of the Black Ajah, had been forced to find out the name of all reinforcements coming to aid the battoussai.

Today would be the day. She looked up at the dark sky, it was morning yet it was so dark you’d think it was late afternoon. A good day for battle. She was eager to have another look at battoussai.

*************

Kazuki looked out the window snow flakes had begun to dance their way down from the heavens. The day was cold. Colder then yesterday. His thoughts trailed back to the girl he’d met yesterday. Dark hair and deep sapphire eyes. He never thought he’d meet someone who fit the description of the empress. It was fate. Two characters written in stories at least a hundred years apart. Same description and with the same first name. When he was younger he’d always thought that The Impious Empress continued Dark Times: Blood Bonds. As he’d grown older he realized that couldn’t have been so but now . . . . now he wasn’t so sure.

She was very beautiful and so easy to talk to. She seemed very trusting. He sighed and looked out the window again. Surely she was married. He should have asked. Her eyes had a hunting quality to them. He could see them every time he closed his eyes. The thought of the guard the empress loved so much . . . . somehow it didn’t seem to bother him. Even though he knew the description fit someone else he already knew.

It was only hours till the attack on Yokohama started but maybe he could step out for a bit. He walked down the stairs and out of the house. If he hurried he’d be back before Kawamori-san began looking for him. Perhaps he’d run into her again.

*************

Misao looked out the window wondering why she wasn’t allowed to go outside. Kaoru and her had been told they could not leave the Inn and to make matters worse there had been guards posted around the Inn to insure it remained so.

Misao looked across the room to where Kaoru sat sewing something into a knot. She was very angry. “Baka.” She mumbled to herself. “That’s what he is.” She mumbled as she yanked the thread.

Kaoru sighed and looked at the design on the cloth. She was surprised it actually looked like the picture. The white dragon was a big contrast to the blue cloth. She picked up the purpled thread and began sewing the eyes. A dragon with purple eyes who’d heard of such things. Kaoru glanced up to see Misao staring out the window.

“Are you almost done with yours Misao?” Kaoru asked.

Misao looked down at her pattern, “No I’m half way.” She extended the white cloth and turned it so Kaoru could see the green water serpent.

“Is it a snake or a dragon?” Kaoru asked squinting at the pattern.

“It’s a Tatsu.” Misao said looking at the instructions with the picture. “It says that it’s a Japanese dragon, with three claws on each foot. They live in lakes and springs. They represent the Mikado, imperial power, and spiritual power. Tatsu are based on an early type of Chinese dragon.” Misao finished quoting.

“Hmm,” Kaoru said looking from her cloth to Misao’s. The drawings looked completely different yet they were both dragons.

A nock on the door made them look up.

Koji stood at the door a little uneasily. “Something just arrived for you.” He said from the door.

Kaoru looked confused, “For me?” She said getting up.

Koji handed the package to her and turned to leave.

“Wait, who’s it from?” She asked him.

“I don’t know, a messenger brought it. We asked who hired him but he said he didn’t know.” He paused to tell her.

Kaoru’s mouth made a little sound when she opened the package. “A western coat.” She breathed.

Misao picked up the note that fell as Kaoru pulled the coat straight.

I was walking home yesterday when I saw this. It’s a black silk hand quilted petticoat. European made. It seemed too call out your name and I was unable to resist such a temptation. Please don’t think me too forward for sending it. It’s just that you were so kind, you have no idea what that book meant to me. I thought perhaps if you aren’t married you’d risk the chance to get to know me. I hope that you would at least think about it. Either way keep the coat as a token of your own kindness.

“Oh, Kaoru what have you gotten yourself into?” Misao said after she finished reading the note. Koji stared wide eyed at Kaoru after reading the note over Misao’s shoulder.

Kaoru had stopped twirling with the coat to look at Misao. “What do you mean?” She said walking to Misao to take the note. “Kazuki,” She said after reading the note.

“I went to the bookstore yesterday, there was this guy there. He took the book I wanted and gave me that one instead.” Kaoru said pointing to the book in the corner. “He seemed to have some attachment to it so I just let him have it. He was nice but . . . . I didn’t encourage him in anyway.” Kaoru said slipping the petticoat off.

“You can keep the coat but I would burn the letter.” Koji suggested. Misao nodded her head in agreement.

Kaoru put the letter and the coat down. If Kenshin saw either . . . . It really was a nice coat.

“I would suggest you burn the letter before the meeting lets out. They’re not happy about having encountered such a large group of Mimawari-gumi last night.” Koji said glancing towards the door.

“Is that the reason we can’t leave?” Misao asked him.

“I talked to Kenshin last night. He didn’t mentioned anything about this. He said everyone came home.” Kaoru stated.

“Ah. They did but three of the six came home injured. Nothing serious but that’s because Himura got involved.” Koji kept glancing towards the door.

“All right, burn it.” Kaoru said handing over the note.

Koji took it and left. “Sorry.” He said bowing to Aoshi on his way out.

“Aoshi.” Misao said running to his side. Kaoru’s eyebrow raised to her hairline. Since when was it Aoshi? She watched both of them leave without a second thought to her. Wait, if Aoshi was here. The meeting was over. She picked up the petticoat, giving it a semi-decent fold. She placed it underneath a lot of blankets and stepped away quickly. She had just enough time to sit back down and pick up her book.

“Koishii.” Kenshin said coming into the room. He closed the door quietly and made his way to where she sat. She quickly put her book down when she saw his serious expression.

“What’s wrong?” She asked anxiously.

He grabbed her small hands in his. “We think we’ve found them. We’ll be leaving within the hour.” He watched her eyes widen then her lip quivered.

“Kenshin.” She began.

“I’ll be careful. I know you worry.” He said giving her a small smile.

She nodded. “All right as long as you remember.” She gripped his hands drawing him closer. “You promised.” She said resting her chin on his shoulder. “Please don’t let them hurt you.” She hugged him a little tighter. “You promised to come back. You said we’d go back to the dojo.”

“Himura we’re leaving.” Yoshimitsu yelled from outside.

“Koishii.”

“No, it’s too soon. It’s not enough time.” She said gripping his gi.

“I have to go Koishii.” Her hands were like claws. “Don’t be afraid.” He gripped her wrists applying pressure until she let go.

“Kenshin.”

“I’ll be back in the morning like I always am.” He kissed her lids. She was really afraid. She sensed them just like he could, that was odd enough. He looked at her distraught face one last time “Stay here Koishii. We might not find them but if they find this place . . . I have guards posted around the Inn they know what to do. Be careful though.” He had paused long enough to finish and then he left.

Kaoru remained on her cushion trembling. She hadn’t had enough time to say good-bye. Not like last time when she’d held him and sung to him. She’d found comfort in his presence and in his warmth. This time she’d had none of that. “Kenshin.” She whispered.

Misao’s feet padded down the hall and into Kaoru’s room. “Kaoru.” She said running over to her.

“He left Misao.”

“I know, Aoshi’s gone as well.” Misao said looking at the open door. She’d barely had enough time to kiss him good-bye. “He told me to be careful.”

Kaoru raised her head. “Kenshin said that too. I have a bad feeling Misao.”

Misao looked at Kaoru uneasily for a moment, before they exchanged worried glances.

*************

Dark skies and crisp air settled over the city of Yokohama. The sun peeked under large ominous clouds as it set. Sundown had finally come.

Kawamori took one last look at his men. He could see the Black Ajah from the corner of his eye. He didn’t really see why they needed to be here. He glanced back at his men and finished the last of his statement. “Go and may the fates keep you safe.” His men departed in large groups.

“Payment is our bond Jahangir.” Kawamori stated as he handed over the money to her. He turned on his heel and left without a second glance to the leader of the Ajah. Kazuki followed after him in the same manner, back straight and with an expressionless face.

Jahangir watched the last two men leave, caught in thought for the briefest of moments. She might have taken Kawamori himself as payment had he had no other means to pay. She grinned at the thought. No more wasting time. She turned back to her army. “Go!” She commanded. She’d given them directions before they came to this . . . . rally. There was no need to repeat herself.

The black dressed warriors spurred out of the house and into the streets like a shadowy mist. They’d used the entire night before setting out the equipment. They were more than ready to begin their attack.

*************

Kenshin and Aoshi walked down the street at a fast pace, each followed by ten men. The slumps is one place they’d stepped into but not one they’d searched as carefully as they should have. But the fight from last night confirmed their location was close enough. They reached the alley where the battoussai had fought the night before. They glanced around carefully before they separated. Aoshi took the Oniwa-banshuu through the streets leading towards the middle of the sector. The battoussai’s men watched the Oniwa-banshuu disappear in the mist at the end of the street. It seemed to swallow them whole.

The temperature had dropped considerably since they’d stepped out of the Inn. The battoussai glanced up and down the street. The leader of the Mimawari-gumi would surely have a house here. He wouldn’t have put up so many men at an Inn. He felt the wind pick up, something was stirring. There was something wrong. He took off towards the section where the larger houses stood. He was followed closely behind the Kihei-Tai though not as fast.

************

A body fell on the floor while a sword dripped with blood. A group dressed in black moved through the street. Their job was to kill the policemen but if others happen to get in the way, well that wasn’t really their problem.

The scream of a woman broke the silent atmosphere. Jahangir turned back to look at the soldier that had killed the woman. “Next time you do that I’ll cut off something more precious than your arm.” She said glancing down at his lower region. The man stepped back at the threat. She turned back in time to see twelve policemen running out off the station. She jumped back and out of the way at the first glance off the fire arms. In the next seconds the street became filled with sound of gunfire. Screams filled the night followed by the stench of blood.

Jahangir didn’t have to look around to know she was the only survivor. She should have brought more than just five men with her. Useless pigs. She turned her head to the left and noticed the first of the fires had been set. Soon the whole city would be in flames.

She stepped over the bodies of the fallen men. Police and Ajah, they no longer mattered.

She had enough men to lay waste to the entire city but that’s not what she was being paid to do. She would complete her job with some satisfaction. Even so . . . . she would not leave this place empty handed. A crazed gleam shone off her eyes as she walked further into the city. It had been sometime since she’d taken men hostage. And the long boat ride did tend to be boring when there was nothing better to do. She threw back her head and laughed at the sound of an explosion. It was the first tonight. It was the first of many things tonight.

Small Note:

First thing to come up. The Black Ajah. I hadn't realized where I heard the name till I finished reading my book, The Eye of the World. So if anyone wonders why it sounds so familiar there you go . . . . .

Anyhow, The Black Ajah are mercenaries. They kill for money. Their leader and all of the captains are women.

The woman from the Black Ajah, the one Kenshin met was Mahisti. She was sent to evaluate his style and ability. Though once she saw him she propositioned him.

As you guys can probably tell these women (The Black Ajah) are like some of the old pirates. They do rape, pillage and steal. They have men but they only marry those who are worthy. Strong warrior men. They like to keep the blood strong.

The Mimawari-gumi are housed in the poor part of Yokohama, the slumps. In the middle of the slumps stands the Yomi no Kuni. Yomi no Kuni is the name of the brothel where the Mimawari-gumi can go drink and mess around with women.

The Shinsegumi have also made it to Yokohama. They arrived sometime after dawn on Friday. The attack on Yokohama will take place the same day but at sundown.