HEYA!!! Well this is my first attempt at a Aoshi/Misao fanfic! And who honestly doesn't want to hear about our favorite ninja girl and her Ice Block love interest getting together. no one raises hands Well that's what I'm talking about! This fanfic is basically the result of guacamole chips, some energy drinks and reading a lot of A/M fics. So don't blame me if it's screwed up!
This will be my first AU as well, so try to keep the flames to minimum.
As for OOC characters, Aoshi's gonna be as cold as ever, but Misao might be a little different.
I'm not sure if there will be a lot of K/K or M/S action in here. But original characters will all play some sort of role. If your looking for K/K, then check out my other fictions.
Enjoy!
much luv
Sephiress
Don't own Rurouni Kenshin, never will.
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Chained by Sephiress
Chapter 1) Caught in the Spider Web
Dark. That's all that Misao could see as she felt her way throughout the halls of STI Headquarters. Yep, just a whole lot of dark. Which made it really hard to read the instructions her partner had scribbled down. Well, it wasn't easy to read Kaoru's handwriting anyway. It was times like these that she wished Kaoru-chan would get some of those tricked-out headset communicator thingys like in the James Bond movies. Then they wouldn't have to worry about losing their instruction codes or anything.
But if this mission succeeded, they wouldn't have to worry about that ever again.
Shinomori Technologies Inc., or more commonly known as STI, was the highest ranking multi-billion dollar company in Japan. They designed and created the most advanced technology in the entire continent. And let hell freeze over if Misao would pass this up.
Her partner in crime, a Miss Kaoru Kamiya, had the brains. Misao had the ninja training. And they both had a thirst to defy law.
And the best part? The police didn't even know they existed. At least not their real identities. To the boys in blue, they were the most infuriating theives most of them had ever come across. But by the time they got to the scene of the crime, Misao would be long gone with her sack of stolen goodies.
But enough with the self-praise. The clock was ticking and according to the schedule, a guard would be passing the vault in exactly twenty-three minutes. Misao moved as quickly as possible through the marble-floored corridor. Her specially-designed boots not making the slightest sound. She had a little over twenty precious minutes to get to and from the vault that would make all her dreams come true.
The money. The jewels.
The M350 camera cell phone she had her eye on for the past two weeks.
It would all be hers in less then an hour. And then she would get out of this ridiculous black spy suit that Kao-chan just insisted she wear. One day she would get the raccoon girl to put one of these on and see how much she liked it. An evil smile creeped beneath the mask that displayed nothing but her eyes. Revenge was always sugar-sweet.
Miaso smirked as she saw the spiral stair that led to the fourth floor. The vault was on the fifth. She checked her watch. Twenty-one minutes, plenty of time. She was about to climb the wood stairs when her ninja instincts kicked in.
"There you are, you little bug." She was refering to the small video camera aimed directly to watch the first step. Luckily, training with her grandfather, Okina, for all those years gave her a sense of surrounding.
'Jiya would be impressed.' she thought as she snipped the wires of the camera, causing the red-light to go off.
'But then again, he didn't teach you so you could steal.'
Damn that little voice in the back of her head. But she was a thief, she made a living out of pushing her conscience back in the recycle bin, where it belonged. And without further ado, Misao Makamatchi climbed the stairs to her treasure, not noticing the flicker of light from the opposite wall.
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The smell of green tea was inescapable. Even if there wasn't a cup in sight, the scent lingered. But no one complained. No one insulted the drink, which in fact was the boss man's one true love.
Not that Aoshi Shinomori really cared what his employees wanted. They got paid to design technology and handle buisness. Not to enjoy the smells and scenery of the office, even though it was a sight to behold.
The floor was covered with white marble, making a clicking sound everytime a woman's heels touched it. The walls were a grayish-white with the slightest tint of blue. White pilars stood proudly on the edges of the large windows. And if one looked out, they could see the entire city of Kyoto in a single blink. There was a large desk in the middle of the room, papers stacked pin-straight over its surface. Bookshelves, magestic paintings, and plants added presence to the office.
The large glass clock chimed as one 'o' clock struck. No one in their right mind would be working this late, and it seemed that way as the building was silent. Save one Aoshi Shinomori aka, the Boss. He was a passionate worker, president of STI since he was 24. But the newspapers still dubbed him the 'Ice Block' beacuse of his lack of public emotion.
Aoshi finished looking over the last contract objectives and marked it as read. The folder went into the pile that seemed just a little to high for the average person. But this was the normal day's work for Aoshi. He sighed and took off his titanium-rimmed glasses. The Chinese were being difficult with negotiations, not like it wasn't always difficult to work with any of these foreign dealers. He was mentally exausted, not to mention the cramp in his hand from all the signing.
The buisnessman packed up his briefcase with no hurry. What was there to rush for? He had no wife or children anticipating his return home. The only thing waiting for him was an empty house with a few servants and the maid that stopped by twice a week. He did not mind in the least though. Aoshi was not a people person, although the women went crazy for him. With his piercing ice-blue eyes, silky black hair, and a tall, lightly muscled frame, he defined strong, silent, and drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he didn't want to be a husband to any of those women, the trashy whores and admirable ladies alike.
The sound of keys locking the door of his office echoed throughout the building. Aoshi placed his silver key-ring in the pocket of his black buisness pants and began the long walk downstairs to the parking lot. He would have taken the elevator, but for some reason, he found himself walking the four flights of stairs everyday. It was something he himself couldn't figure out, but Aoshi stopped caring a long time ago. He never really cared about anything in general, except his buisness.
Aoshi's mind was swirling with the day's events. It was amazing the man didn't have a breakdown from all the pressure. How did Aoshi survive the long hours, prodding press, and annoying workers?
Lots and lots of green tea.
Aoshi's thoughts were rudely interrupted as the security alarms blared off. Flashing red flood lights illuminated every hallway, including his. Aoshi's face remained passive as always, but inside he was panicing.
"The vault", he whispered to no one in particular. And within the blink of an eye, the young buisness man was gone in a mad rush. A rush to save all that he had worked for in the last four years. Would he let everything go down the tubes because of some common robber? Hell no.
And so Aoshi sprinted down the marble corridors, knowing every hallway by heart. Why had they ever kept the vault in the building? Originally, it seemed a good idea, with all the banks in Kyoto being highly undepenable within the last two years. But now, Shinomori wasn't so sure he trusted the guards in here with the fortune.
As Aoshi was approaching a turn, his ki sensor shot up. But before he could stop himself, his body collided with another. His mind tried to identify the ki, but it was unfamiliar, leaving only one option left in his mind. But as soon as the thought registered, the person he had knocked to the ground was already running as though Satan's hounds were after them, a large sack clutched in their small hands.
"No!!! STOP! THEIF!!"
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Shit.
Shit Shit Shit Shitty Shit Shit.
And once more for the sake of frustration.
SHIT!
Misao wanted to scream it out loud, but that would give away her location. Not like it mattered anyway though. She had expected the mission to go smoothly. Go in, grab the loot, go out. Simple! She had thought it was an easy job that someone with half a brain could do.
She had thought very wrong. How was she supposed to know there was a backup security system? That was Kaoru's department!
And now the great Misao Makamatchi was running for her life, praying not to be found by some security guard or his dogs. The bag in her hand was only halfway full of Benjamins. Grant you, it was a large bag, but this was Misao who was breaking in, not some lackey.
She kept running, and by the time Misao was on the first floor, she thought her self home free. But today just wasn't her day. As she round the corner-
WHAM!
Misao hit a very large something, or should I say someone, sending her tumbling to the ground. When she refocused a moment later, Misao looked over to see the most gorgeous man her eyes had laid witness to.
For a fraction of a second, she was stunned by his icy eyes, raven hair, and muscular chest that was peeking through the white collar-shirt. She was fairly sure she was drooling by the time Misao had come to her senses and bolted.
But what happened next was completely baffling.
"No!!! STOP! THEIF!!", the man behind her shouted. It shouldn't have meant anything, what he said. A simple phrase all criminals would hear at least once in their career. But something about his deep voice just froze her, as though a spell had woven itself through her brain. Stopping all movement.
Aoshi was also stunned by the response of woman in black. She just...stopped. Not wasting any time, Aoshi scrambled to his feet and raced twords the woman. She had regained her senses and was also running. And to her horror, was being gained on.
For the second time tonight, Misao found herself knocked over by the blue eyed man. How the hell did he manage to catch her? No time to worry about it, she needed to get out of there, with or without a prize.
'No more games', she thought as the man started speaking again.
"Now you stay down so the cops can come-" Aoshi was cut off as a small fist was slammed into his face. To say he was shocked was an understatement. No one had ever hit Aoshi Shinomori. No one was ever fast or foolish enough to. An elbow in his stomach snatched Aoshi out of his dazed state. His instincts were screaming to fight, and Aoshi always followed his instincts. So it began.
She was good, Aoshi mused. The woman's movements were fluent, obviously perfected from years of training. He jumped quickly, avoiding the leg that was sweeping under him. Had he not been constricted by his stiff suit, it would be different. But there was no time to regret that, because she was winning.
Misao pulled out every single trick she had been taught. But this man just would not give up. She shot out a well aimed punch that should have sent him flying. Insted, she met air as he flipped over her head and landed gracefully behind. Misao spun around just as his leg nearly hit her face. She ducked and somersaulted to the side, sticking her arm out and knocking Aoshi flat on his back. But as he fell, his arms flailed trying to grab something, anything.
Aoshi roughly hit the marble floor, vaugly noticing he had snatched something out of the air. Recovering, he looked in his hand and saw a black cloth...with eyeholes. Her mask. But as Aoshi looked up to see the face of his attacker, she darted away, taking his stunned state as an opportunity. She quickly grabbed the bag with her loot and sprinted for all it was worth. Her worst fears were undeniable though, as Aoshi had caught a glimpse of her pale face, dark bangs, and beautiful turquoise eyes.
'Oh damn. I'm gonna get it from Kaoru tonight', Misao thought as she dashed out the front doors and into the night.
Aoshi was still on the ground long after she had gone. He was absolutly stunned. No one, ever in his life, had ever beaten him so bad. Much less a woman! He gazed at the mask he had stolen. He had saw her face, and she was indeed beautiful. But looked so young, so innocent. How could someone so youthful defeat him, who had been training since he could walk? He pulled the mask closer to his face and smelled it. The scent of sakura blossoms filled his senses as only one thought could process his in mind.
He had to find this woman.
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lalala...well that was fun! i always wanted to write an A/M AU and here it is! Well what did you guys think? This chapter was kinda short, but then again most chapter 1s are! (at least in my stories) Sorry if this was full of typos. Believe it or not, my word processer lacks a spell check and I'm just too busy/lazy to download one.
Well just go ahead and click that little button down there and send me a review. I'll try to get the next chapter out quick, but reviews really motivate me...wink wink
much luv
Sephiress
This will be my first AU as well, so try to keep the flames to minimum.
As for OOC characters, Aoshi's gonna be as cold as ever, but Misao might be a little different.
I'm not sure if there will be a lot of K/K or M/S action in here. But original characters will all play some sort of role. If your looking for K/K, then check out my other fictions.
Enjoy!
much luv
Sephiress
Don't own Rurouni Kenshin, never will.
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Chained by Sephiress
Chapter 1) Caught in the Spider Web
Dark. That's all that Misao could see as she felt her way throughout the halls of STI Headquarters. Yep, just a whole lot of dark. Which made it really hard to read the instructions her partner had scribbled down. Well, it wasn't easy to read Kaoru's handwriting anyway. It was times like these that she wished Kaoru-chan would get some of those tricked-out headset communicator thingys like in the James Bond movies. Then they wouldn't have to worry about losing their instruction codes or anything.
But if this mission succeeded, they wouldn't have to worry about that ever again.
Shinomori Technologies Inc., or more commonly known as STI, was the highest ranking multi-billion dollar company in Japan. They designed and created the most advanced technology in the entire continent. And let hell freeze over if Misao would pass this up.
Her partner in crime, a Miss Kaoru Kamiya, had the brains. Misao had the ninja training. And they both had a thirst to defy law.
And the best part? The police didn't even know they existed. At least not their real identities. To the boys in blue, they were the most infuriating theives most of them had ever come across. But by the time they got to the scene of the crime, Misao would be long gone with her sack of stolen goodies.
But enough with the self-praise. The clock was ticking and according to the schedule, a guard would be passing the vault in exactly twenty-three minutes. Misao moved as quickly as possible through the marble-floored corridor. Her specially-designed boots not making the slightest sound. She had a little over twenty precious minutes to get to and from the vault that would make all her dreams come true.
The money. The jewels.
The M350 camera cell phone she had her eye on for the past two weeks.
It would all be hers in less then an hour. And then she would get out of this ridiculous black spy suit that Kao-chan just insisted she wear. One day she would get the raccoon girl to put one of these on and see how much she liked it. An evil smile creeped beneath the mask that displayed nothing but her eyes. Revenge was always sugar-sweet.
Miaso smirked as she saw the spiral stair that led to the fourth floor. The vault was on the fifth. She checked her watch. Twenty-one minutes, plenty of time. She was about to climb the wood stairs when her ninja instincts kicked in.
"There you are, you little bug." She was refering to the small video camera aimed directly to watch the first step. Luckily, training with her grandfather, Okina, for all those years gave her a sense of surrounding.
'Jiya would be impressed.' she thought as she snipped the wires of the camera, causing the red-light to go off.
'But then again, he didn't teach you so you could steal.'
Damn that little voice in the back of her head. But she was a thief, she made a living out of pushing her conscience back in the recycle bin, where it belonged. And without further ado, Misao Makamatchi climbed the stairs to her treasure, not noticing the flicker of light from the opposite wall.
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The smell of green tea was inescapable. Even if there wasn't a cup in sight, the scent lingered. But no one complained. No one insulted the drink, which in fact was the boss man's one true love.
Not that Aoshi Shinomori really cared what his employees wanted. They got paid to design technology and handle buisness. Not to enjoy the smells and scenery of the office, even though it was a sight to behold.
The floor was covered with white marble, making a clicking sound everytime a woman's heels touched it. The walls were a grayish-white with the slightest tint of blue. White pilars stood proudly on the edges of the large windows. And if one looked out, they could see the entire city of Kyoto in a single blink. There was a large desk in the middle of the room, papers stacked pin-straight over its surface. Bookshelves, magestic paintings, and plants added presence to the office.
The large glass clock chimed as one 'o' clock struck. No one in their right mind would be working this late, and it seemed that way as the building was silent. Save one Aoshi Shinomori aka, the Boss. He was a passionate worker, president of STI since he was 24. But the newspapers still dubbed him the 'Ice Block' beacuse of his lack of public emotion.
Aoshi finished looking over the last contract objectives and marked it as read. The folder went into the pile that seemed just a little to high for the average person. But this was the normal day's work for Aoshi. He sighed and took off his titanium-rimmed glasses. The Chinese were being difficult with negotiations, not like it wasn't always difficult to work with any of these foreign dealers. He was mentally exausted, not to mention the cramp in his hand from all the signing.
The buisnessman packed up his briefcase with no hurry. What was there to rush for? He had no wife or children anticipating his return home. The only thing waiting for him was an empty house with a few servants and the maid that stopped by twice a week. He did not mind in the least though. Aoshi was not a people person, although the women went crazy for him. With his piercing ice-blue eyes, silky black hair, and a tall, lightly muscled frame, he defined strong, silent, and drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he didn't want to be a husband to any of those women, the trashy whores and admirable ladies alike.
The sound of keys locking the door of his office echoed throughout the building. Aoshi placed his silver key-ring in the pocket of his black buisness pants and began the long walk downstairs to the parking lot. He would have taken the elevator, but for some reason, he found himself walking the four flights of stairs everyday. It was something he himself couldn't figure out, but Aoshi stopped caring a long time ago. He never really cared about anything in general, except his buisness.
Aoshi's mind was swirling with the day's events. It was amazing the man didn't have a breakdown from all the pressure. How did Aoshi survive the long hours, prodding press, and annoying workers?
Lots and lots of green tea.
Aoshi's thoughts were rudely interrupted as the security alarms blared off. Flashing red flood lights illuminated every hallway, including his. Aoshi's face remained passive as always, but inside he was panicing.
"The vault", he whispered to no one in particular. And within the blink of an eye, the young buisness man was gone in a mad rush. A rush to save all that he had worked for in the last four years. Would he let everything go down the tubes because of some common robber? Hell no.
And so Aoshi sprinted down the marble corridors, knowing every hallway by heart. Why had they ever kept the vault in the building? Originally, it seemed a good idea, with all the banks in Kyoto being highly undepenable within the last two years. But now, Shinomori wasn't so sure he trusted the guards in here with the fortune.
As Aoshi was approaching a turn, his ki sensor shot up. But before he could stop himself, his body collided with another. His mind tried to identify the ki, but it was unfamiliar, leaving only one option left in his mind. But as soon as the thought registered, the person he had knocked to the ground was already running as though Satan's hounds were after them, a large sack clutched in their small hands.
"No!!! STOP! THEIF!!"
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Shit.
Shit Shit Shit Shitty Shit Shit.
And once more for the sake of frustration.
SHIT!
Misao wanted to scream it out loud, but that would give away her location. Not like it mattered anyway though. She had expected the mission to go smoothly. Go in, grab the loot, go out. Simple! She had thought it was an easy job that someone with half a brain could do.
She had thought very wrong. How was she supposed to know there was a backup security system? That was Kaoru's department!
And now the great Misao Makamatchi was running for her life, praying not to be found by some security guard or his dogs. The bag in her hand was only halfway full of Benjamins. Grant you, it was a large bag, but this was Misao who was breaking in, not some lackey.
She kept running, and by the time Misao was on the first floor, she thought her self home free. But today just wasn't her day. As she round the corner-
WHAM!
Misao hit a very large something, or should I say someone, sending her tumbling to the ground. When she refocused a moment later, Misao looked over to see the most gorgeous man her eyes had laid witness to.
For a fraction of a second, she was stunned by his icy eyes, raven hair, and muscular chest that was peeking through the white collar-shirt. She was fairly sure she was drooling by the time Misao had come to her senses and bolted.
But what happened next was completely baffling.
"No!!! STOP! THEIF!!", the man behind her shouted. It shouldn't have meant anything, what he said. A simple phrase all criminals would hear at least once in their career. But something about his deep voice just froze her, as though a spell had woven itself through her brain. Stopping all movement.
Aoshi was also stunned by the response of woman in black. She just...stopped. Not wasting any time, Aoshi scrambled to his feet and raced twords the woman. She had regained her senses and was also running. And to her horror, was being gained on.
For the second time tonight, Misao found herself knocked over by the blue eyed man. How the hell did he manage to catch her? No time to worry about it, she needed to get out of there, with or without a prize.
'No more games', she thought as the man started speaking again.
"Now you stay down so the cops can come-" Aoshi was cut off as a small fist was slammed into his face. To say he was shocked was an understatement. No one had ever hit Aoshi Shinomori. No one was ever fast or foolish enough to. An elbow in his stomach snatched Aoshi out of his dazed state. His instincts were screaming to fight, and Aoshi always followed his instincts. So it began.
She was good, Aoshi mused. The woman's movements were fluent, obviously perfected from years of training. He jumped quickly, avoiding the leg that was sweeping under him. Had he not been constricted by his stiff suit, it would be different. But there was no time to regret that, because she was winning.
Misao pulled out every single trick she had been taught. But this man just would not give up. She shot out a well aimed punch that should have sent him flying. Insted, she met air as he flipped over her head and landed gracefully behind. Misao spun around just as his leg nearly hit her face. She ducked and somersaulted to the side, sticking her arm out and knocking Aoshi flat on his back. But as he fell, his arms flailed trying to grab something, anything.
Aoshi roughly hit the marble floor, vaugly noticing he had snatched something out of the air. Recovering, he looked in his hand and saw a black cloth...with eyeholes. Her mask. But as Aoshi looked up to see the face of his attacker, she darted away, taking his stunned state as an opportunity. She quickly grabbed the bag with her loot and sprinted for all it was worth. Her worst fears were undeniable though, as Aoshi had caught a glimpse of her pale face, dark bangs, and beautiful turquoise eyes.
'Oh damn. I'm gonna get it from Kaoru tonight', Misao thought as she dashed out the front doors and into the night.
Aoshi was still on the ground long after she had gone. He was absolutly stunned. No one, ever in his life, had ever beaten him so bad. Much less a woman! He gazed at the mask he had stolen. He had saw her face, and she was indeed beautiful. But looked so young, so innocent. How could someone so youthful defeat him, who had been training since he could walk? He pulled the mask closer to his face and smelled it. The scent of sakura blossoms filled his senses as only one thought could process his in mind.
He had to find this woman.
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lalala...well that was fun! i always wanted to write an A/M AU and here it is! Well what did you guys think? This chapter was kinda short, but then again most chapter 1s are! (at least in my stories) Sorry if this was full of typos. Believe it or not, my word processer lacks a spell check and I'm just too busy/lazy to download one.
Well just go ahead and click that little button down there and send me a review. I'll try to get the next chapter out quick, but reviews really motivate me...wink wink
much luv
Sephiress