*DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING ALREADY COPYRIGHTED SO YOU CAN'T SUE ME, ETC. and even if you tried all I have is a pack of gum to my name.

*Hi, this is my first fan fic. I hope you like it

*Everything is very OOC except Aoshi and Misao's personality traits

*Yeah, not really much information b/c I am making this up as I go along and hopefully some day arrive at the perfect conclusion

-Miami, Florida-

Spending the night at the airport was the last thing Aoshi expected. Since it was impossible to get a direct flight to Alaska, (Okay, I'm pretty sure you can get a direct flight from Boston to Juneau but let's pretend a freak storm occurred) he gave up trying to avoid passing through Miami but then the freak snowstorms came out of nowhere.

'At least in Miami it's practically summer all year,' he thought, himself resigning to the hard plastic chair. 'So much for comfort. I might as well call the chiropractor now.'

-Three Hours Later-

Aoshi gave up any hope that he'd fall asleep with the robust woman next to him, snoring like grating nails on a chalkboard. Resisting the urge to place a sock down her throat, Aoshi stood up, serene and aloof as always, striding toward the exit doors.

'Hey, while I'm here might as well drop in on the family,' he thought sourly.

He took a cab over to South Beach where at ten p.m. nightlife was just beginning. Skimpy clad girls rubbed against him as he walked down the street. They of course couldn't resist this mysteriously sexy enigma. He gave each of them an icy look of contempt.

"Whores..." he muttered under his breath. He finally arrived at his destination, The Bay of Biscay Hotel (I made this up so I hope this hotel doesn't really exist). It was owned and operated by his "family."

"Hello, Enishi." The white haired man at the desk looked up at Aoshi. He smiled coolly, wondering why the hell Aoshi decided to show up. "I see you've been fixing up the place. Marble floors, a fireplace, 24-karat gilding. Impressive. Is that a real Van Gogh?"

"Yes." Enishi drummed his fingers against the reception desk. After being ignored by Aoshi for five minutes, he exasperatedly sighed. "Why are you here, Aoshi?"

"You're not the godfather yet Enishi. Better keep your curiosity to yourself."

"You haven't been here for four years! Wanted to go off and meditate with a bunch of 'geniuses'! Now you decide we're good enough for you? Or at least we're good enough for you to lead us. You gave up your claim as heir a long time ago when you let him die." At the mention of 'him,' Aoshi slightly flinched. He drew all the emotion out of his voice.

"Temper, temper, it's going to get you in trouble someday Enishi. So where is everyone?"

"Aoshi, I can't believe you're here!" Aoshi slowly turned toward Misao's voice but was attacked before he could scarcely blink. Misao pummeled into him, sending both of them to the floor.

"I knew you didn't kill him, Aoshi. I knew you'd come back." Misao beamed down at Aoshi.

"What the hell happened to you, Misao?"

Okay, that's chapter one. I know I'm suppose to make it more descriptive but use your imagination for now. Next chapter I'll focus more on details.

~Miss Kittikarei~