Date: Thu, 26 Aug 1999 14:29:19 -0400
From: The FOX <bgalv001@xxxxxx.xxxx.xxx
Subject:  Dancing Madly 9 complete.

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             I think this is becoming PG16...

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DANCING MADLY BACKWARDS
by Fox Lady.
                      Chapter 9.

                 Dancing with devils.



                 A veces voy donde reina el mal

                 Y sin dudar llego sin disfraz

                 Como si fuera mentiroso y nudista.

                                                 Virus.



                 (Sometimes I go to the Evilness Reign

                 And without a doubt I come in without mask

                 As I was liar and stripper...)





         AMAKAKERU RYU NO HIRAMEKI

	The blood jumps in the hair. A body collapses and the kodachis 
fly away.

	- Ahou.-
        
	Aoshi falls in his butt.

        Saitoh resheathes his katana and light a cigarrete . Not till 
after that he takes a look of the body at his feet. Kenshin haves 
Saitoh'shoe sole imprinted in the face of the kick he gave him after 
stop the Amakakeru with a strong hit in the back with the flat side of 
his katana.

-I can't believe youre so eager to get another diagonal in your chest,
Shinomori. You seems very fond of it.-

	Aoshi doesn't know if say thanks of disfound his kodachis again.
	Saitoh, many people wants to kill you for political and 
ideological reasons, but I'm sure I could kill you for nothing more ]
than your personal charms.

	Arrogant bastard, selfish, perverted, evil, scorning rat, 
good-for-nothing cynical son of...

	- Hurry up and lift battousai. My wife is waiting and she lost 
her patience quickly.-

	- Whu did you save me , and him ? Why are you helping him...us,
 Saitoh ? - snarls Aoshi between gritted teeth. The policeman, 
absently brushing mud from his police cloak, replays with a feral 
smile:

	- My wife likes happy endings very much.-



	- I don't hit him so hard. He must be awake now.-

	- Dear...- Tokio looks him to the eyes as she carefully 
bandage Kenshin'swollen cheek . Saitoh guiltily plays with the hilt of
his katana.

	- oh, heck, he was asking for it.- he takes a look of the 
sunset outside , in the Aoiya's garden, and the red light pools in 
his sharp cutted face .

	- I'm not blaming you koibito. He seems in sometype of trance 
just as that tanuki girl and the fox girl. - she take off Kenshin 
muddied keikogi and frees his hair .- Please bring here warm water. 
I'm going to wash him off. He is very dirty .- Tokio shrugs - That 
two boys are bit old to be playing in the mud...-

	- Are you going to WASH him? - Saitoh asks in scandalized tone.

	- Oh, dear he is just a baby... - Tokio removes the hakama and 
begings to fumble with the underwear -  Surely nothing I haven't seen 
before.-

	For some reason, Saitoh blush. Fiercely.

	- Well, that tanuki girl will be very fortunate if we manages 
to end all this well. - she smiles to Saitoh after the washing . 
Kenshin laids in a futon, three rooms far from Kaoru's room, where  
Okon and Omasu haves her tied and slightly drugged.

	Tokio washes her hands and then lift his green gaze to her 
husband.

	- Where is Shinomori-kun, koibito? -

        - Upstairs with the fox lady. Shall I call him ?-

	- no dear, just watch over Himura some minutes. I will take 
advantage to see how the fox is doing.-

	Saitoh's gaze is clearly a menace. Tokio just smiles sweetly 
and go upstairs, to Aoshi's bedroom.



	Megumi was deathly pale, as asleep as a dead corpse in the 
futon. Aoshi checked her pulse and breath rhythm : then he produces a 
little knife and a porcelane bowl. Slowly, very carefully, he opens a 
vein in the pale and slender arm and let the blood falls drop by drop.

	Her hand. Aoshi pauses, looking that skillful hand as lethal , 
maybe more,than the himself's . He smiles remembering his first sight 
of her in Kanryuu's manor. So fiercy. So prideful. So cunning. Oh, a 
fox in a tramp.

	Fiercely Lady, ginme your love.

	Aoshi touch her dark hair and aparts a few threads of her pale 
flesh as the blood continues his flow. Then, very softly, he inclines 
and kiss her ,first with a slow motion, then with more confidence and 
relax.

	- Sano...- whispers the woman, lost in a feverish dream.

	- A-hem.- the discrete Tokio seems totally unaware of anything 
unusual . -I'm afraid you forgot the treatment.-

	Aoshi just stare at her. Then, he stops the flow of blood and
bandage the little cut.

	-The bloodletting must prevent any other manifestation. She 
will be very weak to be a threat.-

	A long silence . Then, Tokio puts her soft and white hand over 
the long and slender fingers of Aoshi.

	- You must be happy with the flowers of your own garden, young 
Okashira.-

	Aoshi smiles sadly.

	Megumi, asleep,let escape a moan and a sigh.

	But they don't have more time for talk. A long, deep painful 
scream and sounds of battle pierced the walls of the Aoiya. Tokio and 
Aoshi raise and run downstairs as fast as they could , and go to the 
source of the scream : the Kaoru's bedroom. There she was half sat, 
breathless and fighting with unusual strenght Okon, Omasu and Shiro , 
who was trying to ease her back to the futon. Aoshi slaps her with 
an exquisite controlled movement for then tie skillfully his knees and 
wrist . Even tied in that way she still struggle with enough force to 
apart the four Oniwabanshuus. But at end,she, breathing soundly, falls 
in the bed and close her eyes.

	- Kenshin...-she begins to moan .- Kenshin kenshin kenshin 
kenshin KENSHIN KENSHIN KENSHIN...-

	- Tokio - the voice of Saitoh three rooms at left was 
controlled but unease - Come.-

Tokio goes swiftly to Kenshin's room. There, his husband was supporting
the rurouni with a steady and heavy hand in his chest as he pants and 
moans desperantly his fist clenched.

	An pale Omasu runs inside to tell her than Megumi was as 
feverish and desperate as them upstairs, but weaker.

	- Shit- resumes Tokio , a hand in Kenshin's neck.

	- Good resumen.- agrees her husband.

	The pulse of Kenshin was trembling thuds, a vibration fast as 
hailstorm. His breath was a hiss between clenched teeth, his whole body
trembling in agony as he growls in the deepness of his throat.

	- Tokio-san...-

	- Yes, Okon? -

	- Okina had just arrived...-

	- Tell him ...-

	-... with Misao-chan.- a note of near-hysterics was in her 
voice, as she fold hands in her wrinkled kimono - She was ... she was 
just like...-

	- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!- another scream of Kaoru , 
followed for desperate pants makes even Saitoh jump. A pale Aoshi 
stumbles in the room and looks directly to Tokio.

	- She haves blood in her mouth .- says clearly. Saitoh looks 
to his wife, and then, Tokio opens Kenshin's futon with a fast movement
, and then his kimono.

	In his tense nakedness, a path of invisible teeths and nails 
are making his way slowly across his chest...

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