Kenshin circled the table and faced the startled girl who'd risen into a defensive stance.
"So you're my girl now, Nara Kasumi..." he said tenderly, pulling her into his arms and pressing to her plump lips.
"Mmmph!" Kasumi moaned, and after several seconds of kissing, gasped irritably, "You... Uuuuf, you're a scoundrel, Kenshin! I'm no girl of yours, don't even dream!" Kasumi snapped, but then her sweet lips were claimed by another scorching kiss.
Kenshin didn't hold back his caresses, sliding both hands tenderly down her smooth back to her perky, protruding ass, squeezing her cheeks firmly.
Kasumi moaned sweetly, palms pressed to Kenshin's broad chest as if to push him away, but involuntarily feeling his firm muscles, shifting her hands each time.
Without shyness, Kenshin slipped his restless tongue into her sweet mouth. Kasumi didn't know what to do, but her tongue responded on its own, countering Kenshin's assault.
They kissed passionately for minutes until heat-flushed Kasumi felt something big and incredibly hard pressing into her belly. Realizing what it was, she sprang back from Kenshin like a startled doe.
"YOU! You pervert! What's that?!" Kasumi cried breathlessly, pointing at the big bulge in his pants.
"Proof of how beautiful and extraordinary you are, Nara Kasumi," Kenshin replied with a smile.
Kasumi was shocked by this brazen youth's shamelessness but could do nothing. Catching her breath, she horror-struck discovered intense heat low in her belly and couldn't make sense of these new, unfamiliar feelings.
"Come on, sweetie, the girls are probably starting dinner prep. They could use help," Kenshin said, and after her agreeing nod, turned and left.
Kasumi followed, lost in thought. The two personalities inside waged fierce battle, and though the second was still weak, waking only under caresses, Kasumi knew every hour near this youth made her want less to return to the clan.
The black-haired kunoichi had mentally cursed herself a hundred times and called herself a fool. She couldn't understand what came over her – instead of the obvious winning move, she'd consciously walked into the trap and lost. Under overdriven focus and max concentration, she'd clearly seen victory. And that after it, she'd never see Kenshin again. Plus, returning to the clan meant strict interrogation, and without convincing lies, Shikaku wouldn't hesitate to call a Yamanaka Clan member to check for mind-control jutsu. They'd also scan the last two days' memories, dooming Kenshin for sure.
Kasumi resented Kenshin's lechery but saw his tenderness toward her. With this shameless youth, she surprisingly felt happy. She'd felt more emotions today than the past year and didn't want him killed, especially after all his kisses and touches. The clan head couldn't tolerate that, so subconsciously, she'd chosen to lose.
"You're an idiot, Kenshin..." she muttered, staring at his back.
"Hm?" He turned in surprise, meeting her black eyes.
"Why did you kidnap me?! You know my uncle will raze your house?!" Kasumi exclaimed, hurt, staring into Kenshin's eyes. She didn't want him dead, much less Aya and Natsumi with their unborn babies caught in the crossfire.
"I know. But it won't happen if you stay with me. Shikaku just won't find out about us, and you can be who you couldn't in the clan," Kenshin said, stepping so close their faces were ten centimeters apart.
"How don't you get it? I can't betray and abandon the clan! Not willingly!" Kasumi cried, tears streaming from her beautiful black eyes.
Kenshin pulled her close, stroking her head and whispering soothing words in her ear. A minute later, Kasumi stopped crying and realized she'd been pressed to Kenshin's broad chest the whole time. Lifting her cute face, her teary eyes met his handsome ones, then she buried into his chest again.
Kenshin said nothing, just kept stroking her head. This lasted minutes as Kasumi sorted her thoughts. Finally, she rethought much and partly admitted to herself she wouldn't mind befriending this guy. Becoming his girl or wife was out of the question, but his company was unusually pleasant and welcome.
"Fine, we have a week to figure out avoiding my uncle's wrath. You're a scoundrel and shameless pervert who doesn't deserve death. A good slap for wandering hands – yes, total destruction – not yet," Kasumi said commandingly, breaking free and crossing her arms.
Kenshin couldn't help admiring the black-haired kunoichi's incredible beauty. As quickly as she fell for him, he fell for her, and he didn't want her to leave. He leaned in and lightly kissed her sweet lips again.
"You're incredible, Kasumi. Seems I'm falling for you harder and harder..." he said, tucking a stray lock behind her ear.
"Fool..." she whispered, turning away, making Kenshin melt.