crack_van | Out Of Time by SiriusFan13 (PG)

Fandom: RUROUNI KENSHIN
Pairing: None
Length: 98K
Author on LJ:

siriusfan13
Author Website: FanFiction.net
Why this is a must read:

This is a time travel fic. I just love time travel in any fandom so of course, this one sucked me right in. Through the fertile imagination of

siriusfan13 the story takes current day Kenshin, sends him back in time twelve years, and brings the Battousai into the present.

siriusfan13 brings the angst as well as some great action scenes that make this story hard to put down. There's all sorts of great interaction (no yaoi though) between Sanosuke and Battousai as well as a wee little plot twist that really tied it up nicely.

Battousai sighed, leaning against a building as Kaoru made her final purchases. He was already surrounded by tofu, salt, rice and soy sauce. Now, she was apparently buying a new pot to make up for the one she’d damaged making the soup this morning. He was getting bored. If it weren’t for the fact that he was being watched, he’d probably have dropped his guard awhile ago. His sharp eyes scanned the area. There was so much energy here that it was hard for him to pinpoint anyone. Coming here had been a bad idea. He certainly hadn’t eased any of the girl’s suspicions.
He sighed, looking around at the load surrounding him. He had a funny feeling that Kaoru-dono would not be carrying most of this.

“Leave me alone!”

The redhead’s attention immediately focused. He turned to see a large, drunken man grab Kaoru and pull her toward him, his friend laughing beside him. Battousai tensed, ready to intervene, when she squirmed out of his grasp, and cracked him hard with the pot she was holding.

The man howled in pain and staggered backwards, holding his face.

Battousai just stared. That girl was more dangerous than she looked. Not that hitting a man two feet taller than her was particularly a good idea… His hand tightened on the hilt of his katana. This was going to get ugly.

The second man grabbed Kaoru, twisting her arm behind her back as the first came forward, his broken nose bleeding freely. He raised his hand, intending to hit her.

Battousai came at him out of nowhere. One second the two men were on their feet, the next, both lay on the ground.

“Kenshin!” Kaoru cried, moving toward him. She stopped when she saw the deadly look in his eyes. “Kenshin?”

“Please move, Kaoru-dono.” His voice was like ice, and he stood, frozen, his sheathed sword in his hand. He would hold true to his promise to Sanosuke. He would not draw the katana unless the need arose. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use the sheath itself.

Already the men were on their feet, moaning as they got up. They were quick, for such big men, but they would never be fast enough.

“Get out of here.” Battousai’s voice was low and warning. He would give them one chance. That was all they deserved.

The one with the broken nose looked him over, this small, thin redhead, and snorted, causing the blood to flow worse. “The hell I will. You think you’re a big man because you carry a katana around, kid?” He drew a concealed cane sword. “Let’s see how well you can use it.”

Battousai’s eyes narrowed. This was what happened when weapons were abolished. The corrupt would never submit. It was only the weak who suffered. And now there would be no one to protect them.

The second man was on his feet, but after one good look at Battousai, he froze. “Let’s go, Hiroshi. You don’t want to fight this guy.”

Hiroshi scowled. “Coward.”

“But, Hiroshi… look at him. Don’t you recognize—?”

“If you’re too afraid to fight, then back off. I don’t need you to beat this little punk.” He laughed crudely, turning back to the expressionless youth. “Think you know how to use a sword because some cheap dojo taught you to swing around a shinai? You Meiji brats don’t know anything about swords. They’re just toys to you. Let me show you what a real sword does. I’ll to slit you open and watch you bleed. Then, I’m gonna take your little girl here—”

“Hiroshi! Don’t mess with him!” The terror in his friend’s voice was unmistakable. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of the small redhead once, and he’d seen the dangerous amber glint when Hiroshi had threatened the girl. “I mean it! He’s—”

“Shut up!”

Battousai leveled his cold gaze on the drunk, considering. He could continue to fight with the sheath, but not if he was going to protect Kaoru-dono as well. He tried one final time in his flat voice. “Listen to your friend, Hiroshi. I don’t want to kill you.”

“You’re the one who’s gonna die!” the man yelled, charging at him.

Battousai sighed and in one fluid motion finally drew his katana and bore down on the fool who would provoke him.

Out of Time

Out Of Time by SiriusFan13 (PG)

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