Ghost
Chronicles
Book Two: Rurouni
Kenshin
by cienne
zoeldyck
DISCLAIMER:
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*gasps, pause for dramatic effect* … Thank you.
Author’s
Notes:
These fics
were greatly inspired by our group’s late night trysts. We watched a marathon
of horror-thriller movies until morning during the holidays. And then, we had
to suffer for about a week from nightmares. Guys, don’t do that if you have a
weak heart. This is a compilation of ghost stories that I’ve either made up or
heard. Other books are from different fandoms (YYH, CCS, Bakuretsu Hunters,
HunterxHunter, etc…). If you wanna read everything then, you’re just gonna have
to wait until I get my own site up. ^^;;;;. Hope you like it. Thanks to QY for
letting me use one of her titles.
Story One
The Elevator
Dr. Saitou
Hajime’s golden eyes narrowed in impatience as he waited for the hospital’s
elevator to descend. He stared at the lit up numbers on top of the door and
willed them to go faster. He needed to hurry, he had other patients waiting.
After a few minutes
of glaring and grumbling, the elevator buzzed and the metal doors slid open.
Saitou grunted
and stepped inside. A young, tall man grinned at him from inside. The pissed
doctor ignored him but raised an eyebrow at the careless spiky, brown locks and
the white hospital gown the boy wore.
“Going up?” the
lanky, young man asked.
Saitou hn’ed
then a movement caught his eye.
They both turned
to see a very tall man walking towards the still opened elevator. Long, dark
bangs obscured his features but he was wearing a hospital gown as well, his
movements fluid and graceful as he walked.
Saitou saw the
boy hold the door for the obvious passenger and he leaned back, waiting until…
“Hey!” the young
boy cried out in protest as the metal doors slid close, rubbing his hand where
Saitou had slapped it away from the elevator’s controls.
The doctor’s
face had gone a pasty white and chocolate orbs stared at him, confused. “What’s
wrong, Doc?” he asked, seeing the name and profession on Saitou’s white coat.
“That guy was gonna ride with us, didn’t you see?”
Saitou took a moment to even
his breathing. “Are you a patient here? What’s your name?” he asked back a bit
relieved that the elevator started to ascend.
“Sanosuke Sagara. Call me Sano
and- wait a minute!” the young man protested. “Why didn’t you let that other
guy in, hunh? You meanie.”
Saitou shook his
head. “That man was Aoshi Shinomori…”
“Was?” Sano
echoed.
Saitou nodded.
“Yes. He was my patient a few months ago. He died last week of leukemia.”
Sano digested
this then stared, doubtful at the doctor. “How d’ya know he’s dead? He looked
alive to me…”
Saitou exhaled,
sharply, still jilted. “You saw that red bracelet on his right wrist? They put
it on him before he was transferred to the morgue. It means he died of natural
causes."
Sanosuke thought
for a moment then brightened.
Saitou looked
on, questioningly, as Sano stepped near him.
The young man
nodded and held out his right arm. “You mean like this one?”
O_O
(cienne faints)
OWARI!!!
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Story Two
The Man with the Golden Eyes
Sanosuke
Sagara’s brown eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on the lone figure standing a
few feet from him. Not again., he thought as glinting gold eyes turned his way.
Not this creepy cop again.
Sano had always
been seeing the golden eyed cop during his nocturnal walks. It wasn’t that the
cop scared him. It was just that the cop never bothered to approach him and it
was weird. Weren’t cops supposed to protect citizens and question suspicious
individuals? And he’d been seeing the cop for almost weeks now and never did he
once tried to question Sano’s comings and goings. Weird, right?
Sano grinned
suddenly. Or maybe he looked urbanely angelic that the cop never suspected him
of wrong behavior.
“Six-five.” Sano
chortled. But, the cop’s golden eyes had intrigued him a lot. It’s like… they
were familiar…
With a shrug,
Sano shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered over the oblivious cop.
Golden eyes
flickered as Sano stood beside the cop. This near, Sano realized the cop was no
older than he was. A rookie as the cop’s ID read.
“Hiya…”
A thin eyebrow
rose. “Hn.”
“”Sup, cop?”
The man turned to him,
eyebrows crossed. “What are you doing here?”
Sano gave him a
dirty look. “Excuse me?” he demanded. “You own the place or something?”
The young cop
was clearly taken aback. “You’re…”
“Sanosuke
Sagara. I live in those apartment houses a few blocks back.”
The cop looked
shocked. He continued staring at Sanosuke until the boy began to bristle.
“What?”
The golden eyes
narrowed and Sano felt drawn to them once again. “What’s your name?”
“H-hajime
Saitou…” For a moment, Saitou looked utterly surprised and then he seemed to
relax and the cool mask was back on his face. “Hn.”
Sano was
grinning. “You from around here?”
Saitou shrugged.
“Go home, Sanosuke. You don’t belong here.” he said and turned to go.
Sanosuke
bristled, glaring at the cop’s back. He was about to yell an insult when Saitou
suddenly vanished into the dark streets.
Sano felt
goosebumps rise on his skin and he found himself running for dear life.
*****
“A ghost?”
Sano’s friend, Kenshin, echoed as they sat on the redhead’s front porch.
“Yeah… he just
vanished into thin air like that.” Sano said, snapping his fingers. “Creepy…”
he added, shuddering.
Kenshin violet
eyes were intent on Sano. “Are you sure?”
“”Of course, I’m
sure!” Sano huffed, annoyed. “Would I make up something like that?”
Kenshin stare
did not waver. “No, I don’t think so…”
Sano glared at
him.
The redhead
sweatdropped. “But, you said you’ve been seeing him for weeks now.”
Sano looked as
if he just realized that. “Maybe, I’ll see him again tonight, you think?”
Kenshin’s amiable face
suddenly closed with pain. “I think it’s best if you forget that incident,
Sano.”
“Why, man?” he
demanded. “Besides… it’s as if I know this guy. He looks…”
“Familiar?”
Kenshin finished. His face grew darker as Sano nodded. “It won’t do any good,
Sano. Just forget it.”
Sano made a
face. “What? Suddenly you’re my mother?”
Kenshin flushed.
“I’m sorry. But, this man…”
“Is cool. And I
like him. I’ll go see if he’s still there tonight.”
*****
Sano’s grinned
widened, his fear completely gone as the man with the golden eyes once again
stood at the place where he had been these previous nights.
“Six-five!”
Saitou turned
and his eyes seemed to glow before he addressed Sano. “What are you doing
here?”
“Just wanna
talk, man. Is this your post every night?”
Saitou stared at him for a bit
before shrugging. He looked around the empty streets before glancing back at
Sano. “You’re still here.”
“Of course, I
am.” Sano glared. “What are you doing here?”
Saitou raised an
eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m patrolling.”
“Right.” Sano
said, dryly.
They stood there
in silence for awhile until Sano turned to Saitou again. “Are you new here? You
look familiar.”
Saitou hn’ed. “I
should be. I look like my grandfather.”
Sano was
confused. “So…?”
Saitou turned to
him again, confused and surprised. “How long have you been here?”
The boy
scratched the back of his neck, thinking. “A long time, I guess.” he replied
then looked back at Saitou. “But, I haven’t seen you around. Just a few weeks
back…”
Saitou nodded,
glanced around then began to walk away.
“Hey…!” Sano
called. “You’re leaving?”
Saitou waved a
hand but did not look back.
Sano felt ice
run up his spine as the young cop made another disappearing act, but this time
he didn’t run.
He just very
quickly walked back home.
*****
“Not a ghost?”
Kenshin murmured, glancing every now and then at Sano, who was sprawled on the
temple’s steps, as he swept the yard. “Then, what is he?”
“A cop, I
guess.” he chortled.
Kenshin frowned.
“I’m serious, Sano.” he scolded and began sweeping with more force. “I think
it’s best if you stop going to him. He doesn’t sound friendly.”
“That’s the way
he is.” Sano said.
There was
silence then Sano sat up to stare at a baffled Kenshin. “Don’t look at me like
that. I don’t even know why I said that.”
Kenshin sighed
then continued sweeping the yard. “You should stay away from him. He’s not one
of us.”
Sano’s ears
perked at that. “What do you mean?”
Kenshin did not
look at him. “It’s late, Sano. You should go home.”
*****
…golden eyes
stared at him through the smoke
“Ahou.”
…giggles
“Shut up, old
man.”
Sano shook his
head until his vision cleared. “What in hell…?”
“You’re here
again.”
The boy looked
up and sure enough there was Saitou, staring at him with narrowed, golden eyes.
For a moment, Sano couldn’t remember how he got there.
“Hey, you.” he
said to cover his confusion.
One eyebrow rose
in acknowledgement. “Hn.”
Sano fidgeted a
little, throwing shy glances at Saitou until the cop glared at him. “What?” he
growled.
Sano flushed and
was very confused at his reactions to the man. He’d just met the cop, wasn’t
even … attracted, well, maybe intrigued but…
“You have
beautiful eyes.” he blurted out and shook himself, mentally. You have beautiful
eyes?!, he snarled at himself. That’s sooo lame, man.
Saitou’s narrow
eyes narrowed even more. “You should go, Sano. It’s not safe for you to be
here.”
The younger man
snorted. “Gimme a break, cop. Will you be here tomorrow night?”
Saitou seemed to
have some inner struggle as he stared at Sano then sighed. “I will be.”
Sano’s chocolate
eyes shimmered in delight. “See ya then, cop.” he murmured and went off.
*****
Kenshin did not
like. Did not approve it. And will not tolerate it. His best friend Sanosuke
Sagara had gone off again to meet with the cop. It hadn’t been like this
before.
Before, Sano and
the cop would talk and then the roosterhead will leave with just a promise of
being there the next night.
Now, Sano and
the cop would talk in the silent language of new lovers with soft lips and
caressing hands. Sano would bring a small blanket for warmth and the cop would
be waiting with a smile on his usually stoic face.
It was
beautiful… two new lovers discovering each other as the pale moonlight spilled
on them in the darkness of night.
But what Kenshin
did not like about it… what he did not approve of was the fact that the two did
not belong together. Should not even be together. And Kenshin will make sure
that it stops… tonight.
“Sano… wait!” he
called as the giddy young man stepped out of the temple.
“Yep, Kenshin?”
Sano turned to face him, the lovesick flush on his face making Kenshin wince.
“You must stop
this, Sano. It’s not…”
Sano frowned.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Kenshin paused
at the betrayal in Sano’s voice. He set his doubts aside with grim
determination. “You don’t belong together, Sano. He’s not of this world.”
Sano’s face
turned an angry red. “You… How can you say that, man? “ he snarled. “You’re
just jealous because I’m happy.”
“No, Sano!”
Kenshin cut-off. “It’s best you leave him now, stop this stupidity. We have to
move on and you, always trying to pretend he’s real isn’t going to help you.”
“What the
fuck…?” Sano hissed. “He is real, dammit! I see him, I touch him, I friggin’
let him fuck me every night! You stop with your bullshit because…”
“He isn’t
Hajime, Sano!”
The young man
paused, gritting his teeth. He glared at Kenshin for the longest time. “Fuck
you, Kenshin.” he said, his voice seething with rage. “Fuck you.” he held
Kenshin’s shocked gaze for a minute then stalked off.
The redhead let
out a breath, he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Sano…” he whispered and his
loneliness echoed into the night.
*****
Sano wriggled
and nuzzled closer to Saitou. They were once again cocooned in the thick warmth
of the blankets Sano brought with him. The cop was sleeping, his disheveled
head half-covered by Sano’s spiky locks.
He’s not Hajime!,
Kenshin’s words echoed in his head and he frowned. What the hell was Kenshin
thinking? Hajime was no ghost. They were having sex together! And if that warm
body against him wasn’t real then he didn’t know what is.
“Something’s
wrong?”
Sano jumped at
the deep voice in his ear and he gave a weak smile. “N-nothing, man. Go back to
sleep.”
Saitou shifted
so that Sano’s head was on his chest. “I’ll be leaving in a while, anyway.”
“Mmm.” Sano
said.
Silence as they
stared at the full moon, each with his own thoughts.
“Hey, ‘Jime…”
“Hn.”
“You never told
me where you lived?”
There was a
pause. “Near the temple.”
Sano looked up
at him, surprised. “No kidding, man. I live at the temple.”
Saitou didn’t
answer, just remained staring at him with golden eyes.
…golden eyes
stared at him through the smoke.
“I have to go,
ahou. You must stay at the temple.”
…repressed sobs.
“I’ll wait for
you, Hajime.”
Sanosuke shook
his head, feeling nauseous. Kenshin’s words echoed in his head again and he sat
up, hugging himself as the chills broke out in his body.
“Sano…?”
“I-I’m fine,
man…”
Saitou sat up as
well, rubbing his bare back. “We should go…”
“Are you real,
‘Jime?”
Silence.
Saitou’s hand froze against him.
Sano could hear
his heart racing in his chest, he struggled to keep his mouth shut. To just
keep quiet so that tomorrow, his cop with the beautiful golden eyes will be
there to love him again. But, he couldn’t stop himself as he turn around to
face Saitou.
“Tell me,
Hajime? Are you real…? Or a ghost in my dream…?”
Saitou stared at
him… long and hard and Sano held his breath as Saitou opened his mouth to
speak.
“I’m not a
ghost…”
Sano sighed,
relieved.
“You are.”
*****
“Hajime… You’ll
come back for me, right?”
…golden eyes
stared softly at him. Strong hands caressed his spiky hair.
“You’ll be safe
at the temple. Himura will be there to protect you.”
… a whimper.
“’Jime, I want
you to protect me…”
…soft sigh.
“I’ll be on the
battlefield. I trust that idiot Battoussai will keep you safe.”
…nervous
laughter.
“Come back for
me, Hajime. I’ll wait forever.”
… a soft kiss.
“I’ll come back.
Stay here.”
Sano blinked and
there was Kenshin watching over him. He bit his lip as the memories washed over
him. His lover, Hajime Saitou, third captain of the Shinsengumi Patrol. Killed
in the battlefield over sixty years ago. Remembering the despair as he waited
for Hajime to come back and hold him in his arms. Then, came the plague and the
last he saw was Kenshin’s face as the redhead closed his eyes a final time.
“Not real… No,
‘Jimeeeee!” Sano screamed, reaching out for his lover in the dark, his hand
desperately trying to grab a hold of Hajime. His lover… his dead lover…
“’J-jimeeeeee…”
he wailed and Kenshin was there to anchor him, to hold him until the final tide
of misery and loneliness washed over him. All that was left was a deep, empty
void. A blackness where there would be no one to hold him and no one to cling
to in the coldness.
Sano stared out
the temple’s windows. “Where’s Hajime?” he asked, quietly, face blank, tears
streaming from empty chocolate eyes.
Kenshin held his
hand. “He’s moved on, Sano. He knew from the beginning what you were. He wanted
to make you happy.”
Sano nodded,
dumbly.
“Your real lover
waits for you.” Kenshin whispered. “Just close your eyes and I’ll take you to
him.”
Sano’s eyes
slowly gave life to tears. “H-he… Hajime?” he asked like a child as he clutched
at Kenshin’s frail hands.
The redhead
nodded. “I told him I’ll protect you. Now, he’s come for you. Sleep, Sano.” he
cooed, stroking the spiky locks. “He’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
Sano let out a
tired sigh and laid back on the bed, closing teary eyes. Kenshin let him settle
down, bringing the covers to the young chin and wiping the tears on the flushed
cheeks.
He smiled as
Sano whispered a soft prayer. “Hajime…”
*****
Nineteen years later…
Sanosuke Sagara
jumped and woke up. What in hell? He’d probably passed out again after that
overload of sake. Damn. He needed to quit drinking…
“Ahou…”
Sano swiveled,
quickly in an attacking stance. “Whoa, cop!” he exhaled in relief. “You fuckin’
scared me, man!”
Golden eyes
stared, critically, at him. Then the weirdest thing happened as the cop paled
in shock, staring at him with an intensity that made Sano bristle.
“What the fuck
are you staring at, asshole?”
The cop shook
his head and reached out a hand to grab Sano who gave a yelp then quieted down
as his mouth was plundered hungrily by the cop’s lips.
A few minutes
later, Sano pushed back and threw a punch that the officer deftly missed. “What
the hell was that, you fucking queer!” Sano spat, wiping swollen lips.
The cop was
smirking. “You’ve been drinking, ahou. What’s you’re name?”
“Sanosuke Sagara
to you, asshole.” he growled. “Why’d the fuck did’ja do that?”
“It’s Officer
Hajime Saitou to you, ahou.” the cop smirked. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
“My ass, dick
face!” Sano snorted. “You’d think I’d let you in my house? You’re crazy, man.”
But, Saitou was
grinning like an idiot. He’d been waiting for a long time. No way was he going to let this one go. Not for a very,
long time.
Saitou pushed at
Sano. “I should arrest you for that, ahou. Sleeping on private property. You’re
trespassing on private property.”
Sano bristled.
“Ah, fuck off, cop!”
Saitou smirked.
“If you don’t start walking, you’ll end up in a private cell in jail. Now, move
it.”
Sano stared at
the cop. “You’re actually having fun with this, hunh? Dumb cop.”
“Ahou, all I
want is to bring you home so I can make sure you don’t bring any more trouble.”
“Trouble, my
ass. Are all cops like you?”
“I’m, actually,
the best here.”
“Ah, jeez. No
conceit in your family.”
“You live
alone?”
“No. I live with my parents.
What a dumb question. Of course, I live alone.”
“Hn.”
“You’re not
planning on ravishing me, are you? I’ve got friends who’re pretty good with
swords, y’know…?”
“Hn.”
“Tell you what…
I can walk myself home, cop. Why don’t you go back to serving and protecting
the innocents.”
“Hn.”
“Are you
married?”
“No.”
“Me neither,
man. Hey…”
“Hn?”
“You got pretty
eyes, man. Cool.”
OWARI
012304
Story Three
The Lake Watcher
Cho Sawagejo
stumbled slightly from the heat. He had been walking for hours and he still
couldn’t see a town or a village nearby. He needed to sell his swords… and he
needed a drink.
From a distance,
he could see a forest clearing. The towering trees providing cool shade and he quickened his pace, hoping to, at
least, get out of the sun for a nap before journeying on.
“Ah…” Cho moaned
as he settled himself on some fresh grass under the shade. He flinched when he
heard a small giggle and he quickly sat up, both eyes searching the quiet
clearing.
“Sorry. Did I
disturb you?” came a soft voice and Cho saw a young, very pretty man sitting on
a huge slab of rock almost behind the tree he was leaning on. The boy looked
delicate with his light blue kimono, sitting demurely, the brown eyes crinkling
as he smiled.
Cho grinned.
“That’s okay. What’s your name, bishounen?”
“Call me
Seijuro.” said the ever-smiling kid. “You look tired. Would you like to have
something to drink…?”
Cho almost
drooled at the almost sensual invitation. He always had a penchant for young
boys with pretty faces. Maybe, this kid…
“You live near
here?” Cho asked, forgetting his thirst for the moment, if only to find out if
the boy was available as well.
The young man
blinked innocent eyes at Cho, his smile turning more inviting. “Yes… I live
near a lake not far from here.” he replied. “Alone…”
Cho’s grin
widened and he stood up. “Good. How about you take me to this lake before you
show me your place.”
Seijuro’s smile
widened as well and he stood up, gracefully, beckoning to Cho. “Follow me.”
XD O_O
ToT ^_^ >.< ^^;;; *_* x_x ^_~ :P H_H
Seijuro giggles
as he pried Cho’s hands from his waist, the blond man’s lips on his pale neck.
“Don’t be impatient, sir. You should invigorate yourself with a drink first
before we do anything more strenuous.”
Cho chuckled and
slumped down the grassy meadow. “Then, serve me, bishounen.” he drawled and
watched as Seijuro took out a water flask from the wide sleeves of his kimono
and began filling it with water while he knelt by the quiet lake.
The blondhead
laid back and closed his eyes, grinning to himself as he imagined the many ways
he could enjoy the boy. He opened his eyes as he felt the boy straddle his lap.
“Hmmm…” Cho
murmured, rubbing Seijuro’s thighs with strong fingers and the young man parted
his lips with one slender finger before pouring in the cool water.
Cho’s hands went
up, caressing. He deftly peeled off the boy’s upper garments and his fingers
found the pink nipples with ease. He rolled them between his thumb and
forefinger, grinning at Seijuro’s whimpers.
The boy wriggled
on his lap until he could feel Cho’s erection against his own and began
circling his hips, careful not to spill the water he was letting Cho drink.
Cho hissed and
his face grew serious as he finished off the flask’s contents. He sat up and
grabbed the bottle from Seijuro and dropped it somewhere. The boy giggled and
pulled open Cho’s shirt to expose his chest. “Delicious…” Seijuro whispered,
licking one nipple.
“No more
delicious than you are, bishounen.” this Cho murmured against one pale ear
before nibbling on an earlobe.
“Oh…!” Seijuro
gasped then straightened, pushing Cho down. “Lay back and enjoy…”
Cho grinned and
closed his eyes, his fingers playing with pert nipples. One hand caressed
upwards until one finger slid in the pouty mouth. Seijuro suckled at the
finger, wetting it thoroughly until Cho flinched at the sudden pain. He took
out his finger from the boy’s mouth and gasped to see it bleeding from bite
wounds.
Seijuro grasped
Cho’s wrists in a vise-like grip and held it
over the blond’s head.
“What in hell…?”
Seijuro smiled,
revealing rows and rows of sharp, canine teeth. “You’ll taste good now… not
that dry anymore.”
Cho tried to
scream and failed.
XDDDDDDDDDD
An hour later,
Seijuro came walking back to his seat by the clearing. His clothes were rumpled
but clean yet he was licking off blood from his right palm.
He winced
suddenly and coughed up blond hair.
“Oh, boy. I keep
forgetting hair isn’t edible.” he said smiling.
OWARI
011904
Hope you liked it, Ne-chan. Luv yah!
cienne
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