Hi all! This little ficcie is the product of two minds! Rurouni Angel and Chiruken have teamed up to bring you an original Alternate Pairing Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction!

"Charmed" is going to be wild, a little crazy and maybe even a little scary at times…especially considering whom the Altered Pair will be!

Now, I feel compelled to add in a few warnings before we get into the fic itself:

1.Alternate Pairing!!! There….that's said.

2.This fic is rated for a decidedly citrus flavor. That means this fic is probably going to turn into a lemon sometime soon.

3.If you have a problem with sexually explicit scenes, dialogue or themes, then this fic is definitely not for you. If you have a problem with Alternate Pairings, then this fic is definitely not for you.

Well, now that that's been said…On with the fic!!!

(Oh…and don't forget to have fun! That's the main goal of this collaboration of Angel and Chiruken.)

Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic

Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

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RPG Collaboration between Rurouni Angel & Chiruken

Charmed

Part 1

By Chiruken

Moving stealthily through the darkened forest, the brisk wind whistling through the naked trees, swaying the bare branches so they rubbed eerily against each other, the full moon flickering from behind scuttling clouds racing across the night sky and casting writhing shadows on the overgrown path, Makimachi Misao tried to ignore her growing sense of unease as she pushed onward, shivering with cold in the chill autumn air. Breath coming in shallow agitated pants, Misao stumbled over the exposed roots rising up to ensnare her slender ankles as she fled down the path into the oppressive night. Sparing a hasty glance over her shoulder, green eyes wide with apprehension, she scanned the path behind her for any sign of pursuit. At first she dared to believe that she had shaken her pursuers and breathed a soft sigh of relief as she slowed her steps. The next instant her heart raced in panic as the large shadowy figures appeared out of the rising fog, eerily resembling creatures of myth rising from the darkness. Stifling a cry of fear she turned to run away as fast as her exhausted legs, muscles in her calves burning and trembling with fatigue, would carry her and screamed when she collided with something solid, the sound abruptly cut off as she fell heavily to the ground, unconscious, the imprint of the bark from the tree across her forehead.

"Misao-chan!" Shirujou and Kurojou swiftly closed the distance and knelt beside the fallen girl, each voicing their worry simultaneously. The only answer was a soft pain filled moan.

"What happened?" The two men looked up quickly at the sharpness in Omasu's voice.

"Uh…" Kurojou looked at his fellow ninja helplessly for a moment. "She hit the tree." He finally answered.

"We can see that!" Okon planted her fists on her hips and glared at the much larger man. "The imprint of bark kind of makes that obvious, Kurojou."

"What happened?" The cool voice of Shinomori Aoshi froze everyone momentarily with shock. They hadn't heard his approach. Aoshi stopped and looked down at the prone and pale young woman with a slight frown. "Why is Misao unconscious?" The words, said in a tone sounding almost bored, were spoken with the carefully measured rhythm for which he was known. Nothing ruffled Shinomori Aoshi's cool reserve and legendary calm.

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Misao stared up at the ceiling curiously, certain that she was missing some vital piece of information, but was content to simply snuggle under the gloriously warm blanket on the luxuriously soft futon. She sighed and closed her eyes again, feeling wantonly decadent. If not for the bruise blackening the delicate flesh around her eye, partially swelling it shut, and the painful bump on her forehead, she would've thoroughly enjoyed her respite from daily training. Unfortunately, the throbbing of her injuries only served to remind her of the humiliation of the previous night and her intimate meeting with a very large and immobile tree. "How embarrassing…" She whispered with another heartfelt groan.