Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin and its characters are property of Watsuki Nubihiro and all other respective parties. The song, “Disease”, was written by Rob Thomas and Mick Jagger and performed by the band, Matchbox Twenty.

A/N: I think I like writing songfics way too much… .

Rating: PG-13

Told in Enishi’s POV. A/U. Possible OOCness, which is somewhat necessary. Lyrics in bold italics.

~*Disease*~

Feels like you made a mistake
You made somebody’s heart break
But now I have to let you go
I have to let you go

The first time I saw her, my only thought was that I had to have her. How wrong I was…

She came into my life wearing in a little, black dress and high-heeled stilettos. Her jade eyes spoke of innocence, but her lips were bright red and her grin was devilish. She moved like sex with a switch in her hips and a coy smile, her alabaster skin looking absolutely delectable in the dim lighting of our company’s Christmas party.

Every man in the room wanted her, but, see, I don’t accept defeat and I never play easy. I knew she would be mine. It was only a matter of time.

Some have called me a cold-blooded, manipulative bastard. I suppose I am…but in bed I am incomparable. I leave women sighing my name with their toes curled in pleasure. I’ve made it my business to be good at everything I do. No…not only good…to be exceptional.

I do what has to be done with skill and finesse. It comes naturally to me. I’ve been talented since birth. Everything in my life has been perfectly planned and executed. I have always had everything in complete order. That is, until she came along…

I took her to my penthouse and I had her that same night…in my bedroom…the bathroom…the kitchen…the elevator…my Jacuzzi…

She was insatiable.

You left a stain
On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know
I have to let you go

Her body was like heroin. I shot up once and I was addicted. Enough could never be enough. It was too much and suddenly I realized I was losing control of the situation. My iron hold was slipping, but, see, that was unacceptable. Yukishiro Enishi is always in control.

Or so it was until she came into my life…

One day I was calm, calculating, the epitome of the perfect, ruthless businessman…and the next I found my thoughts straying, my attention wavering, my skills diminishing. I knew she was the cause. She had somehow crawled under my skin, into my blood, and she burned until I could think of nothing other than being inside her.

I’ve always prided myself on being sharp, keen. No one has ever beaten me. No one can match my intelligence. I was determined not to let a slip of a girl bring me to my knees.

No one’s ever turned you over
No one’s tried
To ever let you down
Beautiful girl-bless your heart

I could tell from her smile that no one had ever broken her heart. She would not let them. She was the heartbreaker, she was the sexy enigma that pulled men in and stomped all over them and left them shattered and bleeding on the bedroom floor. But not me. I would be the first to tear apart her control, to put an end to her games. I was the conquest over which she would not remain victor.

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy
I can’t live without you, tell me
What am I s’posed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don’t pay no attention to me
I got a disease

It seemed so easy. Fuck her and be rid of it. Be rid of the damnable lust that was driving me insane. But it wouldn’t fade, it wouldn’t lessen. If anything, it grew stronger. It overwhelmed my body like a disease. I needed a cure. I needed a saving grace. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. No other woman has ever gotten to me. No other woman has ensnared me to the point of obsession. No other woman has become the focal point of my life.

I tried to keep my distance. I tried to push her away, but I found myself unable to do so. I found myself pulling her close. I wanted to wrap her around me and suddenly I couldn’t live without her.

Her touch was like my air; her kiss my only sustenance. I, Yukishiro Enishi, had fallen in love with the only woman it seemed I could never truly possess.

Feels like you’re making a mess
You’re hell on wheels in a black dress
You drove me to the fire
And left me there to burn

As soon as I loved her, she was gone, like a puff of smoke on the fiercest wind. She vanished and left me to suffer. In my mind I could hear her laughter, that lilting sound that tried to shred apart my heart.

Nothing mattered. She had wrapped her chains around my soul. I needed to have her. It made no difference to me if she wanted another. That was how badly she had gotten to me. She turned me into a pathetic excuse for a man. She turned me into a love-struck puppy, nipping at her heels.

Every little thing you do is tragic
All my life before was magic
Beautiful girl-I can’t breathe

It felt like I was suffocating.

My life had been thrown into turmoil. I was left spellbound while my little seductress happily moved onto her next victim.

She left only tragedy in her wake. Tragedy and trampled hearts. She reduced ice cold politicians to idiots spouting poetry. She reduced me to half the man I was. I had become like a walking corpse in a pristine suit.

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy
I can’t live without you, tell me
What am I s’posed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don’t pay no attention to me
I got a disease

I sought her out thinking that I was in control, that I only wanted to demand answers, command her to take responsibility for how she had left me, but all at once I found myself begging her to come back to me.

With a toss of her ebony hair, she cast me aside.

I think that I’m sick
But leave me be
While my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honeybee?
Be strong
Keep telling myself
That it won’t take long ‘till 
I'm free of my disease

I told myself I would get over her. I assured myself all would be well, go back to normal, but her taste remained on my lips, like a whisper of honey.

It was only a matter of time. I would return to my former self.

More fool I for thinking that I could overcome something even stronger than my will. My strength is nothing in comparison to this stifling, burning, painful, wonderful emotion.

My world has crumbled around me and all I have left are my hollow assurances.

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy
I can’t live without you, tell me
What am I s’posed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don’t pay no attention to me
I got a disease

What was it that she possessed? What was it that made every other woman pale in comparison? How was she able to accomplish what no other woman had? How had she become my life?

Questions, so many questions. All without answers. I know only one thing. She has to be mine. She is my answer.

I think that I’m sick
But leave me be
While my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honeybee?
Be strong
Keep telling myself
That it won’t take long ‘till 
I'm free of my disease

I found her again. I saw her with another. At that moment, I saw red. I wanted to wring his neck, choke the life out of him. I wanted to fling him from a building and watch his body shatter.

I approached her with a feral possessiveness in my step, not thinking once that she was no longer mine to claim. The fight that ensued left us both injured and bleeding, but I emerged the winner. With a triumphant grin, I turned to look at her.

Her only response was the same smile that had captured my heart so long ago. Ruby red lips curled upwards and she shook her head, smoothing down her black skirt.

In a blink she was gone, hips switching, her enticing scent trailing behind her. She never looked back.

Even now I can remember her taste. It still lingers somewhere in my memory. If I found her again, I would kiss her senseless and never release her. I would poison her as she poisoned me.

I tell myself I’ll get over her. I tell myself it won’t be long until I wash away this illness inside me.

I tell myself to be strong.

But, answer me this: how am I to be rid of my very blood, my very breath?

I’ll never be free. I’ll never get rid of this disease.

*flails* I don’t know if I liked how this came out, but thanks for reading, minna-san! Firuze knows I don’t like to make my Enishi-sama suffer, but this song just seemed to fit. Oh, well… (For those who didn’t know who he was thinking about, the girl was Misao.)

Let me know what you think, ne?!

~Midori^_~