Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Watsuki-sama, Shounen Jump, Sony, blah blah blah...Trust me, my name is not in the list.

Notes:  Hello, fellow fanfiction.net surfers!  I'm not new to writing RK fanfiction, but I'm new to writing yaoi RK fanfiction.  *nods*  It's a big difference between writing Kaoru and Kenshin and Sano and Kenshin.  Many of you may be familiar with my other work...but....*blush* I'm a little shy about writing this kind of stuff, so my other pen-name will remain annonymous for now. ^^

Warnings: There WILL be Shounen-ai in this story.  If you are offended by these types of stories--especially dealing with RK--I suggest you click the back button and find another story.

There will also be other "things" that people may find offensive, but those won't happen until later in the story.  I will put warnings at the beginning of each chapter so you know what to expect. 

Once again, this is my first RK Shounen-ai/Yaoi story, so please go easy on me. 

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Chocolate Met Amethyst

Chapter 1 ~ College LIfe

            He knew it was going to be one of "those days" when he saw the large, overly-built jock Derek Myers heading towards him.  Trying his best to avoid the situation he just KNEW was coming, he slipped into the nearest building--the Science Building--and headed down the hallway, bolting out the back entrance the minute he reached it.  Turning around, he was shocked and slightly angered to find Derek still following him, his "You can run but you can't hide" smirk on his face.  Kenshin hated that smirk.

            Kenshin Himura was always picked on when he was younger, whether it be for his strange, amethyst eyes, his long, red hair, or for the structure of his body.  And although graduation brought a new location and new people, there were still those people--the kind who targeted the smaller guys. 

            Sighing, the redhead stopped and turned around, frowning up at the jock.  Derek was huge--standing at 6' 6'', he towered over the smaller young man, who only stood at 5' 5''; barely.  His hair was cut close to his head in a buzz cut, and had slightly-glazed green eyes (Probably from all the drugs he did).  His college jacket clung close to his sculpted body, showing off the muscles that made most girls swoon and many guys envy him.  Kenshin just hated him.

"Himura." Derek greeted dryly, smirking down at the redhead.  "It almost seemed that you were running away from me."

            Kenshin bit back a few remarks, but decided instead to keep some peace between them.  Fighting wasn't the only answer.  "I was heading back to my dorm," He replied, softly but firmly.  "I left a book there."
"Oh?" Derek raised a suspicious eyebrow, but shrugged it off.  "Whatever.  Did you do what I asked you to?"
"I told you I wouldn't." Kenshin said stiffly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

            Derek was the type of guy who picked on everyone smaller than him--which usually consisted off bullying the smart kids into doing his homework and ordering around the members on his sports team (depending on the season) to do whatever his bidding was.  This was one of the minor reasons Derek had approached Kenshin the other day--they were in the same Psychology class, and if Derek didn't keep a 'B', he was going to be kicked off the baseball team.  So he had turned to Kenshin for 'some help'.  Kenshin denied him immediately.

"And I told you," Derek said bitterly, grabbing the front of Kenshin's shirt and pulling him closer.  "That you'll be more than happy to do it, remember?"

            Kenshin's eyes narrowed further, and he answered in a slightly deeper, more firmer tone.  "I said no.  I mean it."

"Oh?" Derek said, amused.  He held the redhead away from him and punched him, knocking Kenshin from his grasp to the pavement.  The redhead hit the ground hard, the wind being knocked out of him for a moment.  When he staggered to his feet, a hand was held over his left eye, while the visible one was burning with rage.

            Kenshin could stand pushy jocks.  He could stand the endless bouts of name-calling he had endured for most of his teenage life.  He could even stand pesky classmates who wanted him to do their homework.  But when someone deliberately hit him, that's when they stepped over the line.

            As he was about to launch forward and show Derek he wasn't just a short, little wimp, Derek was flying toward him, falling only a few inches in front of him.  Startled, Kenshin glanced up...and gasped.

            In front of him was the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.  His unruly, dark, brown hair was held back by a red bandanna, the tails flapping behind him as the wind blew.  He was slightly shorter than Derek, and was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.  But what held him were those chocolate eyes...

            Derek cursed and pushed himself to his feet, throwing a glare over his shoulder.  "What the hell do you think you're doing, Sagara?"
"Why don't ya leave the kid alone and pick on someone your own size?" Sagara replied, holding a fist up and smirking.  "Someone like me."

            The jock scoffed and whirled around, pushing past Kenshin.  "Waste of my time.  I'll see you in class tomorrow, Himura." He said before disappearing around a building.

            Sanosuke Sagara regarded the redhead in front of him for a few minutes, then grinned.  "You okay, kid?"

            Kenshin pursed his lips and bristled.  Kid?  He was willing to bet he was older than him!  "I'm not a kid." He snapped, eyes narrowing angrily.

"Whoa, there...it's just a name, geez...What do ya want me to call you then?" Sano asked, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

"Kenshin." The redhead replied, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Sano yelped, placing a hand on Kenshin's shoulder as he turned to leave.  "Don't I even get a "thank you" for saving your scrawny ass?"

            Kenshin whirled around, growling slightly.  "Scrawny?  First off, I didn't need your help, since I was just about to handle it myself.  Second of all, why should I thank someone as rude as you?"
            Sano grinned and wrapped an arm around the smaller man's shoulders.  "If you were gonna handle it, why did you let him throw the first punch?"
"Because fighting doesn't solve everything," Kenshin replied tersly, edging away.

"Good point," Sano chuckled, shoving his hands in his pocket.  "But you still shouldn't have let that jerk hit ya..."

            Kenshin shrugged, a small smile coming to his face.  "I guess you're right."  He replied, bringing a hand up to cover his swelling eye.  That would leave a lovely mark later.

"The name's Sanosuke Sagara," Sano introduced himself, extending his hand to Kenshin.  "But you can call me Sano."
"Kenshin Himura," Kenshin returned politely, shaking his hand.

            Sano once again slung his arm around Kenshin's shoulders, grinning widely.  "You got class now?"

"Uhm...no..." Kenshin said, raising an eyebrow.

"Great!" He exclaimed, leading Kenshin towards the cafeteria.  "It's not often I meet a little spit-fire like you."

"Oro?" Kenshin squeaked, looking up at Kenshin.  Spit-fire?!

"How about we go grab some lunch?" The brunette asked, looking down at the redhead.  "And I'll even let you buy it."
            Kenshin eyed Sano for a moment before chuckling.  "I guess that's okay.  But let's not have this become an everyday thing, alright?"
"Gotcha!" Sano nodded, bringing his hand up to ruffle Kenshin's hair.  "Ya know, this could turn out to be a beautiful friendship."

            Kenshin raised an eyebrow, but smiled anyway.

            Maybe he was wrong.  Maybe today would be different then the rest.

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