Thought I already submitted this, but I might not have... (series is Rouroni Kenshin, Title is Sword Practice) Sword Practice by David A. Tatum Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I'm only borrowing from his excellent work. Disclaimer 2: Sexually explicit content. Do not read if you are under-aged or this is illegal where you live Notes: *cough* Um, well... Okay, I suppose I should mention something about how I came up with this fanfic, shouldn't I? Unfortunately, that would contain spoilers for portions of the fanfic, so I suppose I'll save that for closing notes... To date, I've watched the twenty five volumes of anime and the movie (though not the OAVs), and I've read all of Maigo-chan's translations (which, oddly enough, are just barely at the same point at this time- the end of the Kyoto arc). I'm setting this, however, before the end of either the anime or the manga... Anime continuity (because the fansub translation fits better than what I remember of the Manga translation... and Kaoru's dream of Kenshin's proposal (and subsequent actions) in the Tanbata episode) set shortly before Episode number 24, which (if you recall), is the one where Sano holds a party and gets everyone drunk. Kaoru says a certain line in that episode (which I'll quote in closing notes) which makes me want to place this, oh, shortly before then. After Jineh, however, just because I want it far enough along in the story for Kaoru to do something like this... Probably after Megumi's appearance, too, though she doesn't show up in this story. ------------------------- Kaoru sighed. Yahiko was, of course, nowhere to be found- otherwise, he'd be the one cleaning the dojo floor on this VERY hot afternoon. She vaguely recalled something about him heading to the Akabeko- or was that to the circus? Well, he was going to visit one of his little girlfriends, and she doubted she'd be seeing him until that night. Sanosuke was out for a lazy summer's day of fishing, and had abducted Kenshin for company. They'd probably be back by dinnertime with a fresh catch of fish to grill. Likely as not, she wouldn't come home until after Yahiko did. Ayame and Suzame were with Dr. Genzai, who had taken the evening off at the clinic in order to spend time with them. That left Kaoru there to deal with the chores all alone. Lost in thought, she didn't notice where she was going until it was too late. With a crash, the sword stand broke and the two weapons on it went clattering to the ground. "Oops!" Kaoru said, dropping the cleaning rag. She knelt down to inspect the damage and pick up the pieces. Seeing it was easily repairable (the joints had just been knocked loose), she pieced it back together and started to replace the weapons. The short sword that had been on the rack was a fake. In place of the wakizashi that usually resided on the rack was a hilt to an old katana and a false blade. The hilt had originally been part of Kaoru's father's sword from long before she was even born. The blade had been destroyed for some time, but she had preserved the hilt in his memory- after all, a swordmaster knew that the sword was merely an extension of the man (or woman, as the case may be). In a sense, Kaoru felt as if she was preserving a part of her father. The fake blade had just been added to complement the display. Instead of a katana, a blade that did not belong to her graced the rack with its presence. Kenshin's sakabatou now rested in the place reserved for the long sword when it was not accompanying his person. Kaoru smiled slightly, wondering if Kenshin realized the significance of her allowing that. Her smile fell- probably not. Many times, she'd tried to show him how much she felt for him. Every time, he seemed to miss it. He was quite nice to her, and very polite, but he hadn't shown any recognition of her feelings since he'd arrived. Well, perhaps there were a few things he DIDN'T do or say to make her wonder- he'd never denied it when Jin-eh referred to her as 'his woman,' nor had he ever SERIOUSLY complained when she hugged him (though he did sometimes seem awfully... embarrassed... by it). However, she had no idea how, exactly, he felt for her. She lightly ran her fingers over the hilt, feeling the grooves and bumps in it. It was well worn, but obviously not much older than the sword itself. Her father's hilt, on the other hand, was several hundred years old. It had survived three shattered blades, and would probably last for some time still. Idly, Kaoru wondered what Kenshin would do if his sakaba ever broke- quit fighting forever or find someone to make a new sakaba? Releasing the catch, Kaoru removed the sword from its sheath. Inspecting the blade, she frowned. Despite being relatively new (for a sword of its caliber), it was quite worn. Perhaps the usual wear and tear it should have received had been amplified by the reversed edge, but it still looked as though it had been put to too much use for its age. Then again, Kenshin had used the sword a lot since he had met Kaoru- perhaps the damage was normal for a weapon used that often. She had never really considered it before, actually. The amount of damage worried Kaoru, nonetheless. It appeared as if her concerns about Kenshin needing to replace his sakaba blade might be warranted. Still, it had been well-made and should last for some time. Inspecting the blade so closely made her wonder what it felt like to fight with. Standing up, she held it in front of her in a classic practice stance. It was almost perfectly weighted, she could tell, and surprisingly well-balanced. She took a couple of swings with it, and found it gave a bit more resistance than she expected, but with a little practice she could easily get used to it. With another swing, she started to feel it become more a part of her. That thought stuck in her mind for some reason. The first lesson her father had taught her in this very dojo was that a sword was the extension of the person holding it. Well, Kenshin's sakaba had been a part of his life ever since the fall of the Tokugawa shogunate. His sword was an extension of him. Kaoru blushed when she realized what she was thinking- that she was actually holding a part of Kenshin. She dropped the sword. Putting it that way- that she was holding a part of him- made her think about certain OTHER parts of a man a lady shouldn't be holding. And some of the euphemisms that a few of her and her father's former (more vulgar) students used made the connection all the more apparent. Actually, that thought didn't really upset her that much. Slowly, she bent over and picked it up again. That... particular part of Kenshin that the sword might represent was something Kaoru had sometimes fantasized about- and only fantasized, because she hadn't yet seen it in real life. She had frequently dreamed of being Kenshin's wife, or lover, or... well, something. She desperately hoped that he didn't think that she was too young for him. She had been old enough to get married for a couple years now, surely she was old enough for him. Still, Kaoru wondered. Perhaps she and he would be married one day, and if they ever did how good a wife would she be? How good a wife COULD she be- she wasn't a very good cook, she was sweaty and smelly a lot of the time because of all the practice she did to get ready for the fights she always wound up in, and no-one had ever explained enough about the... process... of how she could be good in bed for her to think she stood a chance of satisfying him unless she were to 'practice'. And how could she practice that sort of thing without betraying him? But... here was a way in front of her right now. Here was a 'part' of Kenshin's that was shaped just right for her to practice with that she WOULDN'T be betraying him if she were to practice with. Kaoru trembled slightly with indecision. Should she or shouldn't she? Perhaps her innocence was one thing that attracted him to her, and if she was to do something that would remove some of that innocence perhaps her chances of winning Kenshin's heart would lessen. But shouldn't she be good at SOMETHING that a wife is supposed to be good at? Even when it came to managing money, she was only mediocre- she liked spending too much in order to take vacations and things. She needed something else she was good at. And this could be it. So decided, she grabbed the sword- after putting it back in it's sheath- by the blade and hiked up her skirt. With the fingers on the hand holding up the skirt, she tried to guide the hilt to its destination. However, whenever she started to move the sakaba, her clothing fell down into the way. After two or three failed attempts, Kaoru sighed. "If someone sees me, it'll be embarrassing regardless. Might as well get rid of these clothes, too..." she muttered Checking to make sure the door to the dojo was closed and secured, she started taking off her kendo uniform, stripping off the skirt first and then untying her gi shirt. Pulling it off, she decided to also remove her breast bindings as well- for one thing, they were a bit strained at the moment, and for another she felt rather silly dressed in just them. She noticed as she did that her nipples were starting to tighten up into hard points, much like they sometimes did during some of her more... risque... fantasies about Kenshin. Well, it made sense- this was perhaps the most risque fantasy she'd ever had. She grabbed the sword again, squatted slightly, and once more guided it to the target. With the guiding hand, she spread her lower lips apart and brought the hilt up to just BARELY touch them. "No turning back," she vowed, gritting her teeth. Adding her second hand next to the first on the sword, she started pushing it in slowly. As it made a rather agonizing passage through her body, she felt every bump, notch, and groove in the hilt with intricate detail- at least for the small bit she got inside her before stopping. The problem was it HURT- a lot. She knew it was supposed to hurt the first time, but this was too much. Also, there was something blocking its passage, and she wasn't sure she should continue. She closed her eyes and breathed a bit, and started to pull the sakaba back out. It felt a LITTLE better, but not much. "No," she muttered. "I said I wasn't turning back, so I'd better start again." She closed her eyes, thought of doing this with Kenshin himself and not just his sword, and went back to pushing it in. This time, she noticed it was going in easier. It seemed that she was sweating a little inside- something which also happened occasionally during her fantasies- and that was helping the sword to slide in. Once again, she encountered a slight resistance after she'd barely started. She found it gave a little bit, and pushed in some more. Suddenly, she felt a wierd tearing inside her, and the slight extra pressure she'd added to break through the barrier suddenly jerked the sword another two full inches inside once the barrier was gone. "Ack!" Kaoru cried. That was even more painful then it had been when she'd started, and it felt like she might have damaged herself. Not sure what she should do, she pulled the sakaba all the way out. She noticed a slight smear of blood on it, but not too much- she obviously hadn't seriously wounded herself or anything. And the pain had already gone away- though the memory of it remained. More cautiously this time, she lined the sword up appropriately and shoved it in, this time trying to take it with more caution. This was the easiest time yet- she was still sweating down there, and that made the passage all the more slick and comfortable. In fact, it was very comfortable.... She put it in as deep as she dared let it go, and began to draw it back. It felt twice as good going back as it did going forward. She pushed back in a little faster, hoping to get to the pulling part quicker, but found that pushing back at that point was even better than pulling had felt. Kaoru repeated this motion several times. Each time it changed direction, she felt the pleasure in the movement build. In and out, out and in, building in tempo and force as the sweat also grew. In fact, some of that slick sweat started leaking out around the sakaba and ran down the outside of the sheath. Now that it was finally feeling good, Kaoru was able to close her eyes and imagine it was Kenshin that was entering her. That added to her fire, and she wondered if it would be this good if it was REALLY him inside. She wanted to moan, to cry out, but she held back on it. She wanted to be able to do this quietly when she and Kenshin were really married- after all, if Yahiko was going to stay (like she was hoping he would- he'd become a sort of brother or son to her) she wouldn't want him to hear every time she and Kenshin went to bed. As the pleasure and the amount of liquid grew, her hands started getting slippery and she had trouble holding onto the sword. Also, her hips started bucking involuntarily, making it even more difficult to hold on. In frustration, she tore it out of herself, released the catch, and slid it back out of the sheath. Deciding she couldn't bother with using her hands anymore, she stabbed downwards, planting the blade in the newly cleaned floor of her dojo. She was beyond caring about the cleaning at this point. She positioned herself over the hilt and let herself decend upon it. Down, then back up. Down, then up. Over and over again, building back the ground that she had lost in that brief delay. Her hands were now free from gripping the sword and able to roam elsewhere. They did so, running up her sides and over her breasts. Her fingertips gently rubbed the little nubs that were proudly hardened up. That added slightly to her growing pleasure, and Kaoru smiled, imagining Kenshin's hands where hers were then. Kaoru's legs were tiring, but she didn't care. She could tell her body was building to something- she didn't know what yet, but she knew it was something good. She kept bouncing up and down on the hilt of Kenshin's sword, jiggling her breasts against her fingers. Whatever it was that was coming, Kaoru could tell it was coming soon. Just a little more stimulation, and it would arrive. Perhaps if she were to take one of her hands and lightly pinch that small point sticking out over her lower lips- Oh, that was it. A buzzing she'd felt all over her body suddenly exploded into much more intense feelings. Her legs finally gave out on her, and she sank the rest of the way onto the hilt- and when the hilt couldn't get any deeper without too much resistance, it was pushed further into the dojo floor. Not that Kaoru noticed any of it. She couldn't see or hear anything, but she certainly could feel something- and that something made all of her fantasies pale in comparison. She had peaked, and no longer could control what she was doing or saying. "Kenshin!" she screamed out loudly, no longer able to keep herself quiet. Slowly, as wave after wave of decending levels of pleasure faded, she started regaining her senses and evaluated her position. She realized she look like a nail driven into the floor of her own dojo- she and the hilt were the head of the nail, and the sword the point that stuck into the wood. She had somehow wound up with her butt on the floor and her breasts crushed up against her knees. Slowly, she began disentangling herself. The sword slid out of her with a wet *plop* as she backed off of it, and she rolled over onto her back, taking some deep breaths and stretching out. After catching her breath, Kaoru remembered that she was lying naked on the floor next to the evidence of her recent indulgence. "Ugh... I'd better clean all this up. Then I'd better get a bath." * * * * * That night, Kenshin returned back home with Sano and Yahiko in tow. Yahiko had apparently run into the other two men on the way home (with take-out that he'd been given by the Akebako in partial thanks for his work) and they sat around eating their meal. Kenshin saw into the dojo, and noticed something was amiss about the room. Kenshin walked into the room and up to his sword, followed by a nervous Kaoru. The sword stand had collapsed, and there was a small patch in the floor as if it had been cut by a sword and repaired. "What happened here?" he asked. Kaoru sighed. "Um, I'm afraid I broke it as I was cleaning the room. I thought I'd fixed it, but I guess it was more damaged than I thought." Kenshin smiled. Good- there hadn't been a fight Kaoru didn't tell him about, after all. "Don't worry, Kaoru-dono... I'll fix it for you." He picked up the fake sword and set it aside with the greatest of care- he knew part of it was a family heirloom, and would not do anything to harm it. Then he grabbed his own sword. Something was really wrong there. "Ano... Kaoru-dono, why is my sword so sticky?" Kaoru blushed faintly. Hoping he didn't notice, she replied with her prepared excuse. "I'm sorry, Kenshin. I wanted to try practicing with it, but I'm afraid I worked with it a bit longer than I'd planned and sweated all over the handle. I tried to clean it off, but I guess I didn't do a very good job..." Kenshin frowned. He knew that sweat was usually absorbed by the hilt of his sword- he'd designed it that way. Also, sweat wasn't usually this sticky when it dried. Plus, whatever it was that was on his sword certainly smelled like something other than sweat... though there was the definite scent of Kaoru in it, whatever it was. Then Kenshin noticed her blush. She was flaming red, and her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were turning white. He was about to ask her how, exactly, she had been practicing with it when he noticed both Yahiko and Sano eavesdropping. Besides, there probably were some things he was better off not knowing... ------------------------- Closing Notes: Okay, the quote was, while drunk, "I'm the sweaty, smelly woman who fights... but... but... there's one other thing I can do... it's... it's... NO WAY! I can't say that in front of people! I'm too shy! But I guess I should, but... or should I..." Well, er, I figured that might be one thing she'd be too shy to say, ya know? Well, I promised an explanation of the origins of this lemon, right? Well, I was chatting with some people on the FanFic IRC (FFIRC), and we were talking about the weirdest or sickest Ranma 1/2 couples that could fit together in a WAFF or Lemon. Well, one of these couples was 'Nodoka\Katana.' Er, well, I couldn't really see Nodoka doing it... in fact, I couldn't really see Kaoru doing it, either, but I figured I could find better motivations for her than Nodoka... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sir Desaix, member # 116 of the Knights of the True Fiancee desaix@sysnet.net http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/7872 fanfics available at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/7872/fanfics.htm --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sir Desaix, member # 116 of the Knights of the True Fiancee desaix@sysnet.net http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/7872 fanfics available at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/7872/fanfics.htm