disclaimer: I just talked to Watsuki-sensei and he said I could own Aoshi of the RK so there - I own him! -NOT!
A/N: this is an edited version, if only i edited about two to three words. but i'm quite a perfectionist. the edited one is in relation to the age of the couple's son -- thanks in large part to miss leila winters. sorry, i always fail to get these age right. my additions are really off. hey! i failed calculus in university so i have an excuse! thanks to everyone who did the revies.
Aoshi opened one eye to take a peek at his wife. This is awfully weird… "Ahh, Megumi?"
Megumi gave him a questioning look. "What?" She had just plopped down beside him, obviously taking him by surprise.
Aoshi did not know how to put his question in words. He and the lady doctor had been married for more than a year now. They already have a one-year old son. Still, Megumi managed to shock him everyday with her daily kitsune-ish antics. This was one of those days he was really struck in disbelief.
"W-what are you doing here?" he asked, stuttering. Kuso, I only stutter around her – Kami-sama, I even cursed.
"What do you mean what am I doing here? Can I not spend the day with my husband?" she arched a brow, actually challenging the former okashira.
Aoshi sighed then turned to face her fully. He gulped. How do I put this? "Koishii," he started, trying hard to apply sweetness in his tone. "This is a temple for meditation. So, it means, we, umm, have to be quiet and meditating…" he tried to read the expression on her face.
Megumi gave him a look that made his eyes twitch. "Are you trying to say I can't be quiet and meditating?"
This is going to be – really – complicated. "No, koishii. You misunderstood me. What I meant was that you should never talk – wait, that was not what I meant. I meant you should sit still and not talk. Well, you can talk but not too loudly because… well," he rambled. It was true, Aoshi has always been a man of few words and right now, those were the only words he could utter.
Megumi inched closer to her husband. "Anata," she said in a flat tone. "I can sooo meditate and stay silent. After all, I'm married to you," she snorted.
Aoshi gave her a sheepish smile (well, the closest thing a sheep of a smile you can get from him). Aoshi sighed. Meditation has helped him free his soul from all the guilt and agonizing memories he had. Ever since he has married, meditation has been less frequent. It was only done so he could escape the real world even for a while. After all, a silent man like him still craved silence.
He has never done meditation together with someone, especially with his wife. And I doubt she's capable of it… but she was, or so he thought.
Megumi stayed quiet for an hour, well; to her it was like an hour. In reality, she stayed quiet for exactly five minutes.
"You know, anata, Kane-chan rarely cries at nights. You think that's normal?" Megumi giggled. "Oh, what am I asking that for? Of course, he takes after his otouchan. Always quiet and silent," she poked Aoshi at his side.
Aoshi flinched. He tried concentrating on other things, ignoring his wife's stifled giggles. Mountains. Think of the mountains. With waterfalls. That's it. Waterfalls. Soothing, calming…
"I also have another concern," Megumi announced. "You never comment about me anymore. I mean, not because I'm your wife now you should neglect telling me how you still see me," she inched closer to Aoshi, placing her head on his arms, eyes looking straight at him.
Her scent quickly snapped him back to reality. He could never resist how she smelled. He loved it from the moment they met; long, long time ago, way back in Tokyo…
"Shinomori! Don't tell me there's another woman. I know you're handsome and all… but I will never forgive you if I find out you have a mistress." Her voice notched up a volume.
"Koishii, you are very beautiful. I don't have to remind you that. You don't need me to know that." He brought a finger to caress her cheeks. Concentrate Shinomori. Your wife's just testing you. "As for other women, one is enough. You are my only one." Of course, not to mention, Megumi is like all women wrapped up in one. It took all Aoshi's discipline not to voice it out.
Megumi pinched his cheeks. "You're so kawaii, anata, when you meditate. Like a little boy trying hard to concentrate on something but failing miserable."
"Megumi, you said you could be quiet?"
"Hai. Gomen. I'll try to go back to meditating." She shut her eyes but didn't lift her head from Aoshi's arms.
"Megumi, you should sit up straight to achieve full concentration. Try to rid your mind of other thoughts. Focus on one," Aoshi instructed.
"Hai… I'll do it, okashira-chan!" she teased. After a few minutes, she was giggling again.
"What now?"
"You said focus on one thought, ne? Well, when I close my eyes, I see you in a pink kimono," she shut her eyes, a sly grin on her face. "Ooh, now you're taking it off. Wow, anata, what a body! I could run my fingers through your skin and-,"
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A/N: I decided to cut this out because I realized I had written too long fora one-shot fic. It's worthy of two pages or chapters – also, I don't want you guys who are reading it have an eyesore or some kind.