boo: Erm, I've honestly never written a Ruroni Kenshin fanfic before, so if Aoshi is a little OOC, I'm sorry.
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Aoshi Shinomori paused outside his room, staring at his door. On it hung a sign, suspended by a nail that had not been there that morning. The text was sloppily written, most likely the writer had been drunk at the time, and it was streaked in places, and if water had been dripped on it.
I love you, you beautiful asshole.
He stared at those words, conflicted. Oh, he knew who had written them. Even if he hadn't recognized her handwriting, it was obvious. But what did he do about it. He could take down the sign, and pretend he had never seen it. If she was drunk when she wrote it, there was a good chance she wouldn't remember having written it. He could present it to her in the morning. Or... He turned, and looked down the hallway towards her door. He strode towards it silently, so as to not wake anyone, and opened her door quietly.
Misao lay in a patch of moonlight, draped over her table, and brush in one hand, several papers laying around, and under her. There were streaks on her cheeks. She'd been crying, he realized. Crying for him? He looked around the room. Her futon was out, but unfolded. He unfolded it carefully, and plucked the brush out of Misao's hand before carrying her over to it and laying her down. He brushed a little hair out of her face.
"Misao..." He murmured quietly. "What am I going to do with you?" He fingered her cheek fondly. She really wasn't his little girl anymore. He covered her carefully with a blanket, and went to his room, removing the sign from his door as he went. He didn't want Misao crying for him. And he'd see to it that she never did again.
Misao woke slowly the next morning, and sat up with a groan. "My head..." She grumbled, rubbing it, and feeling the twinges go from one side of her skull to the other. Maybe drinking all that sake hadn't been such a good idea... She stood and dressed slowly. Omasu had a hangover remedy that worked wonders for Okina... maybe it would work well enough for her, too.
She paused at her door, frozen. There was a sign on her door. There were two lines on it. The first, she recognized as her own messy scrawl. But beneath it... Aoshi?
I love you, you beautiful asshole.
I love you too, you beautiful idiot.
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