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: Kenshin gets lucky.
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Chapter 9: Down the Garden Path

Sex may not be the meaning of life, but it's a great way to pass the time until we figure out what is.
When Kenshin arrived, Kagome was shifting back and forth, fiddling with her hands. It was one of her signs of deep embarrassment. Kenshin noted idly that it was also a rather endearing habit. A light blush spread across her cheek that seemed to expand as she started talking- talking that rapidly degenerated into babbling. "We won't need to worry about children. Because of the demons in this time I take something that controls um... fertility. And I won't have a virgin barrier because of what I use to contain my monthly bleeding so it hopefully shouldn't hurt too much. But please be patient with me- I know you have experience, I mean you seemed to be in a lot of teahouses, but um, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing." Kenshin noted with interest that the blush now seemed to disappear deep inside her neckline. He barked out a laugh of frustration.

"Kagome, I was in an unconsummated relationship with a woman who was trying to kill me. When I was fifteen. The rest of my time I've been very busy killing people."

Kagome now looked curious. "How on earth did you manage to keep your sex drive under control?"

But Kenshin, both Battousai and something that may have been a remnant of Shinta, didn't want to talk anymore. With a startlingly feral growl, Kenshin pulled Kagome up against him. Hard. The light in her eyes quickly changed from something curious to something far older and more knowing than her blush would have suggested. But then she started touching him and nothing else mattered.

He was burning as he kissed her, as he ran his hands over her body. He had never felt like this with Tomoe. Of course he had never been completely naked with Tomoe, never laid over top of Tomoe spread-eagled on the grass, moaning his name. Tomoe had never been as beautiful, as passionate as the woman under him, pulling him towards her with her heart in her eyes. Then she touched him �there- and Tomoe was forever banished from his mind.

It was awkward and it took a few tries to make things fit right. But oh god, oh god it was like nothing he had ever felt and killing never ever made him feel like this and he couldn't move because if he moved he would fall apart and he may have said something but the pounding in his head was too loud and then she moved and he couldn't think and it was nothing like being by himself and he looked in her eyes as he tried to touch her even though his hands were shaking but it seemed to work because her eyes went that clear, clear blue that made him so happy and that made him shake even more and then his world exploded.

Afterwards, he held her so close that she became an extension of his arms, his legs, his stomach. He hadn't noticed the tears until she traced their tracks down his cheeks. She looked at him then, her eyes so full of compassion and love that something inside of him snapped. He realized dimly as he wept on her shoulder that he was hers now, utterly and completely. The tears washed away the last of his ties to Katsura, to Tomoe, to Hiko. Kenshin had never slept as well as he did that night in Kagome's arms.

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In the aftermath he was dizzily, deliriously happy and the world seemed to float past him as he moved. "Fuck-drunk", he could hear Hiko scoff in his head. But it wasn't even the sex really that had set him spinning. Suddenly, the bloody Hitokiri Battousai had a future. That is, he had a future that didn't involve showers of body parts. He dreamed now of an inn, with a small farm and laughing children that looked like Kagome. He dreamt of home and family. And he was more than willing to admit that the sex was also very good. Aw, fuck it. The sex blew his mind. But he still wasn't fuck-drunk. He was just making up for a lot of wasted time spent killing people.
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