A Choice of Roads
by
Anaphalis
Rating: R/M

Summary: A journey of a thousand miles may start with a single step- but what happens if someone walks into you? Battousai the assassin gets transported to feudal Japan. The rest of his year isn't looking very good either. Rurouni Kenshin X Inuyasha crossover. Romance/Drama.

Chapter Summary: Kagome just doesn't understand why she and Kenshin can't go at it in peace.
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Chapter 10: Surface Transition

'Happiness is the realization that you don't need to save dessert for the end of the meal.'
It seemed to Kagome that Kenshin was always touching her. Not like Miroku groped Sango, but soft touches to her shoulders, the small of her back, the base of her neck. Often these touches were accompanied by that beautiful smile that made the gold and violet in his eyes blend. She loved the touches and the smile. Hell, she loved every aspect of Kenshin, even if she couldn't quite bring herself to tell him yet. The sex had initially been uncomfortable but it was fantastic now and, more than that, it seemed to have destroyed whatever barriers remained between them. There were no ghosts in his eyes when he looked at her and she certainly wasn't thinking of Inuyasha when he drew her into his arms.

From her perspective they were almost superhumanly professional. They fought efficiently in battle, were well-behaved on the road and didn't screw each other's brains out in front of the other members of the group. If they needed to take a little private time, how were they any different than anyone else on the hunt? It wasn't like the group wanted to see them go at it. Strangely though, all the adults of the group got pissy when she and Kenshin wandered off at night or during a rest break. They were never long during the breaks and the group was never finished by the time they returned, but they would both get disapproving glares from Inuyasha, Sango and, surprisingly, Miroku.

"They're just not getting any," was Kenshin's succinct summary. It was hard to argue with him especially when he was doing �that- with his tongue. But when Kenshin wasn't there, sometimes Kagome wondered if it was more than that. Especially since she was pretty sure that the other group members were getting some. After all, Miroku and Sango took nearly as many 'breaks' as her and Kenshin. Before Kenshin, she would have known for sure how much action Sango at least was getting- nothing like a joint bath for some girly gossip.

She didn't bathe with Sango anymore. When she found a hot springs or a lake, Kenshin and Shippo would come with her. There was no sex during the baths- it had become strictly family time. But the promise in Kenshin's eyes as he helped bathe Shippo and ran his fingers over her stomach took her breath away. They all slept together as well- Shippo curled into her stomach and Kenshin at her back. Somehow one of his hands always seemed to end up possessively caressing her breast.

Maybe that was the problem. Within the formerly tight group of shard collectors they had become their own self-contained family. Even worse, to do so Kagome had shattered her entrenched role as the na�ve, helpless little girl. It hurt to see them upset with her, but Kagome had been tired of pretending to be something she wasn't. Eventually they would get over it. She needed the promise of a life beyond the shards. Kenshin and Shippo fulfilled that promise.

She had even shared the secret of her laundry with Kenshin. It hadn't started as a soul-searching conversation, but somehow she had ended up asking him how he calmed his mind after all of his assassinations. It had shocked her that he hadn't even thought about it and had just beaten his bloodlust into submission. She in turn had explained that she had tried meditation for her own demons. She had told him that she couldn't center herself and that ultimately she'd ended up using laundry.

Kagome grinned at the memory. Kenshin had looked so comically confused. But really, the explanation had been very simple. Laundry allowed her to do a simple repetitive task while clearing her mind. She accomplished something and in a symbolic way she was able to wash some of the blood from her hands. Since then Kenshin had joined her whenever she did a wash. Strangely, she didn't mind the intrusion into what had been her private time.

The depth to which Kenshin had worked himself into her life both awed and scared her. She had had a concerned talk with her son, but Shippo thought Kenshin would be a very good father. Kagome blushed at the memory. She knew that she was going to have to tell Kenshin how she felt soon, but she kept pushing it to some time in the future.

Actually, she hadn't seen Kenshin for a while. Shippo was sleeping peacefully on Kirara and Sango and Miroku were talking quietly by the fire, but Kenshin was missing... and so was Inuyasha.
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