Adorably Sexy Shoujo Chapter 1, a rurouni kenshin fanfic

Author's note: Yo! Long time no see guys.. well here's my brand new AM oneshot(divided into two chapters).. And that is all it is. A one-shot(divided into two chapters). Thanks and credits to Ayumi Hamasaki for her brilliant, sexy MTV, my name's WOMEN which inspired me! Ayu forever! It's actually quite important that you read the lyrics(which Ayumi wrote), for this fic to really understand it. Sorry everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or Ayumi Hamasaki's my name's WOMEN/Boys & Girls. Nor the Tokyo Stadium, where Ayumi held her 2002 concert.

Adorably Sexy Shoujo

"MISAOOOOO-CHAN! KYAAAA!"

"MARRY ME MISAO!" (AN: MMM..--)

"YOU'RE THE CUTEST, MI-CHAN!"

Screams emitted from the vast Tokyo Stadium as Makimachi Misao, the latest and most popular icon finished her newest single, Boys & Girls. She flashed them a wide and cheerful smile which melted the hearts of hormonal teenage boys among the 70,000 strong audience. She gave them a polite bow and said a gasping, "Arigatou, minna-san!" Misao ran towards the backstage, but not before winking to the audience which sent another bout of screams, half of them from the male audience.

Exhausted, Misao went through the backstage corridor, just as she heard the host for that night's All Star Show announce the next singer: Shinomori Aoshi.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously began walking faster. She didn't know why, but something about that smoldering gray-blue gaze of his made her feel scared and uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, God was not listening to her prayers. Just as she passed the door labeled 'Shinomori', it opened and the said owner of those eyes stepped out. She didn't even notice, and walked straight into a very broad, very sexy chest.

"Oof!"

Oops. Not a very sexy thing to say, Misao-chan, she self-mocked.

Her flexibility in being a professional at dancing stopped her from toppling on her butt, but she still felt a little unstable. Before she could straighten up Misao felt a large, strong hand encircle around her slender wrist. It pulled her extremely close to his lips and Aoshi whispered huskily into her ear,

"Your performance was..cute."

That did it. Misao felt a childish rage flame through her, and she jerked her arm away. Biting her lip she stormed back into her backstage make-up room.

'How dare he..' she thought furiously while slamming the door. Her performance was over, there was no need to put on make-up anymore and all she had to do now was to pack up and call her chauffer to pick her up.

But she sat down and stared at the TV in the corner instead. It was there only to inform the artiste occupying that particular room when it was their turn by broadcasting the performance, but Misao couldn't help but steal a peek at Shinomori Aoshi. He, as usual, was making most of the sexually-active females in the audience climax. His deep, baritone voice made Misao's legs weak, and she hated it.

Her hand fumbled for the controller and she promptly pressed the 'off' button.

'He..he was watching me too. Like this..He must have had a good time laughing his head off at how 'cute' I was.'

Cute.

That was what her performance was, and that was also what she was. An adorable pop singer who is as clean and pure as a nun, never tainted with a single scandal. Misao stared at herself in the mirror under the harsh make-up lights. An eighteen-year old girl, fairly pretty, with long braided dark hair stared back at her. It was no wonder anyone would think she was as adorable as the girl-next-door, with her unrevealing rainbow top and black denim shorts.

That was one of the reasons why she was so popular. Her songs first hit the radio a year ago, and Misao was determined to work hard to stay the top and also stay scandal-free. She wrote her own music and went through harsh training to be able to perform on stage in front of thousands of people.

And Aoshi the sex god thought her performance was merely CUTE! ARGH! THE NERVE!

But no one could deny his sexiness. If she wasn't so angry she would have fainted there and then with his tight leather pants and sleeveless jacket with NOTHING BENEATH THE JACKET. His sunglasses hid his eyes, thank god, or even in her fury she could have collapsed.

Still she was uncomfortable around him. Everytime she bumped into Aoshi coincidentally her heartbeat would not fail to quicken and an odd sensation would spread in her stomach.

'It's no wonder.. Aoshi belongs to a totally different world.' His J-rock songs were full of racy lyrics and his performances cause many to pass out in ecstacy. At twenty-six and ten years in the music world, he was still going strong.

Misao remembered that in a recent star show where she was also present he commented that, 'Pop singers never last long', and after he made that statement she felt him stare at her pointedly. He rarely makes an appearance in shows, which made her want to strangle the heavens for such bad luck in ending up in the same show as he was in.

"Grrrr..." She growled to no one in particular. That biased, jerkass comment made her want to punch him.

And at that moment she plotted a plan for vengeance.

Aoshi entered his exclusive, crowded VIP club that was situated a block from his penthouse apartment and sat at the seat closest to the stage. He was informed that there would be a very entertaining performance that night by the manager of his club, Kamatari, and decided to come since he had nothing to do and was disgusted when the transvestite threatened to do some explicit things to him if he did not attend.

He wore a leather trenchcoat over atight black shirtand jeans, which made many famous faces in his club turn to watch him sit down and order a drink. He preferred to be alone, so there was no one else in his table.

Until his older sister draped her arm around his neck. He restrained himself from glaring at her and merely sipped a little of his root beer.

"Little brother..still as intolerable to alcohol as ever!" She commented in a sly voice.

"Go away."

"Oh sure, sure! And just to warn you: don't forget to use protection tonight!"

Aoshi groaned and pushed his laughing sister away. He had not idea whatshe meant, but nevertheless it irked him that Megumi was the only one that dared to tease his sex drive.

Takani Megumi was the manager of Makimachi Misao, someone he had been noticing ever since she started recording her first album. He found the new pop idol extremely amusing with her cute antics on stage and hardly-adult voice. Misao was every bit the kind of singer he hates, and yet..

He admired her, he couldn't help but realise as he watched absentmindedly a few half-dressed male dancers strut their stuff on stage. He admired her ability to stay clean, and for some reason he longed to taint her. He longed to bruise her pale, porcelain skin with his lips and—

Wait a minute.

'Are these group of male dancers Kamatari's idea of entertainment? Did he even listen to me when I told him that I am definitely not gay?'

But a burst of noise interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head as he heard the club door bang open behind him. Two unknown skimpily-dressed women stood at the sides of the opening to make way for someone to go through.

And when he got a glimpse of that someone he felt himself go hard.

The 'cute and adorable pop idol' stood there, clad in every male's fantasy outfit.

Of course, the Dominatrix.

Her flawless fair skin was barely covered by black leather, as an extremely short tube dress which was supposed to show most of her thighs, but thigh-high boots prevented that. Her raven hair was swept up in a sophisticated knot which left most of her hair cascading down to her shoulders. Her face held a totally different expression from her bright, cheery smile. Instead, her glossy cherry lips curled up in a to-die-for smirk, and her big cerulean eyes emitted pure confidence.

Misao scanned the entire room, which by now has gone completely quiet. A single delicate eyebrow quirked with amusement when she spotted Aoshi, who was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

Satisfied that she had found her prey, Misao snapped her fingers, which seemed to bring all the dazed faces back alert. A small sound came out from the speakers, and then suddenly the music burst into full melody. Misao slowly sashayed into the club itself, and every pair of eyes were fixed upon her.

hikaru mono to kawaii mono (Cute things, Shiny things)
suki na toko wa aikawarazu dakedo (I still like them as much as before)
yori KU-RU de TAFU na no mo(But being 'tough' and 'cool')
kono koro ja taisetsu de (Has become more important lately)

Misao's sing song voice struck deep and 'come-hither'ly to everyone, and Aoshi could not take his eyes off her lips. She weaved her way through the seats as she sang that verse.

jidai wa hora konna ni mo (Times have already changed so much)
utsuri kawari sore na noni(But why do I still hear words such as)
namida ga buki da nante nee itsu no hanashi('Tears are a woman's weapons'?)

Misao proceeded to walk slowly up on stage, each step in sync with the slow beat. Gray eyes never failed to scrutinize every inch of her body, which made her almost trip and fall, but she continued to sing with a steady voice and stopped in the middle of the stage, where the male dancers gave her a staged dubious onceover. Misao gave them a challenging glare, and signalled them to come over.

kantan ni wa nakanai shi (We do not cry so easily)
amaete bakari demo nai(Neither are we always coquettish)
watashitachi kikazatta dake no(We are not dolls)
ningyo nanka ja nai kara (Who only know how to dress up)

The dancers got the signal, and they started to dance around her, all of them vying for her attention, but Misao pushed everyone of them away while singing the next verse. She danced to the beat, her versatile body perfectly in count. All this while Aoshi was trying hard not to be unrationally jealous of the male bodies close to her.

moroi toko datte aru shi (We do have our weak sides)
waratte bakari demo nai(We cannot be always smiling)
tsugou yoku sonzai shiteru wake ja nai koto wo (But do not forget)
wasurenaide (We do not exist to be convienient for you)

chotto mune ga itamu you na(Though it is certain, we do have nights)
yoru mo tashika ni aru kedo (When our chest hurts)

honto kamo ne hito wa hora (Though it is true)
kizu wo otta sono bun dake(That the more a person suffers hardship)
yasashiku mo tsuyoku mo nareru tte iu hanashi (The kinder and stronger they become)

Aoshi watched with facsination as a totally different and new Misaodanced before him, a much more grown up one. No more will Aoshi ever find Misao just a plain 'cute' Jpop singer. Her dancing was no less than professional, and she looked as if she really knew what she was doing.The very same person who pranced along the stage when performing and who gave raging male hormones something to fantasize about was making Aoshi, a full-grown, mature man, not to mention one who possesses every woman's dream body, unable to breathe.

wakatta you na kao shite (Look at that knowing expression)
subete shihai shita tsumori?(You must think you have controlled everything)
watashitachi yume bakari miteru ningyo nanka (We are not dolls)
ja nai tteba(Who only know how to dream)

mansoku sou na kao shite (Do you think you have cheated us)
umaku gomakashita tsumori?(You face is full of satisfaction)
sonna ni mo tanjun na ikimono ja nai koto wo (Do remember that)
oboete ite (We are not such simple beings)

Misao then took the opportunity of the intrumental interval to go down the stage while the lights were too dim for sight. She stopped right in front of Aoshi, who looked at her when the lights went on again. She smirked and started her next verse while circling Aoshi's table.

All was quiet after that and Misao lowered herself to level her eyes to Aoshi's. Aoshi just kept staring deep at her, with no apparent emotion. Misao'spalm bravely rested on hisstrong chest,while herlips went closer and closer to his until it was only a hair's breadth from touching…..

And she pushed him away with a satisfied glint in her eye.

Aoshi's eyes widened slightly with disbelief.

'WHAT?'

Misao controlled her laughter and struggled to keep the cool expression on her face. She could not, however, forget Aoshi's intoxicating smell that she was breathing just a moment ago.

With that last verse the song ended dramatically and Misao completed her dance sequence. Everyone in the club cheered(especially the women) and Misao's face suddenly broke into a bright smile mixed with exhilaration and relief.

'I finally, finally did it! Oh my god I can't believe I—' Before she could finish her thought her mouth was covered by another.

Aoshi was kissing her.

Misao's face turned completely red, and his long arm slid around her waist. It was a strong, overpowering yet gentle kiss, built to disarm any woman.

But Misao wasn't any woman.

She returned it full force, and tried to turn the tables, but due to inexperience Aoshi could still get the upper hand. They completely forgot that they were in front of a very amused audience, as they were completely wrapped up in their small..battle of the sexes.(No pun intended!)

Aoshi was enjoying it immensely. This..wannabe woman was exciting him with her fumbling tongue and flitting hands, and he found it despicable. But he was never more turned on. Frustrated, he broke free and lifted the astonished Misao into his arms, bridal style. Her big blue eyes widened as he left the club and half-ran to his apartment with Misao screaming.

"SHINOMORI! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Aoshi could only lift his lips into a half-smirk and murmured into her ear, his voice deep and sexy.

"The question is not 'what' I'm doing, my dear. It's 'who' I'm doing."

Once inside he put her down and claimed her lips hungrily once more. Misao tried to resist, because she had no idea what was going on and she desperately needed an explanation. Aoshi merely breathed down her neck,

"You asked for this."

And 'this' turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to Makimachi Misao.

So, yep. To be continued. Really quickly I promise, I've got it all mapped out. Anyway I got the romanji lyrics and translation referrence from Divine Ayu, a rock-on website on Ayumi! Go google it or something.