I love You, My Stranger Chapter 1: Prologue, a rurouni kenshin fanfic

Chapter One-Prologue

For every woman, their wedding day is the best day of their life. They are treated like a princess. They get their hair and make-up done, they wear a beautiful gown, and everyone attending the ceremony only has eyes for her. For Makimachi Misao, however, it was different. Sure, she got all the special treatment like any other bride, she was also marrying a rich and gorgeous man, but she wasn't too thrilled about it. She was being forced to wed.

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Misao's father worked for Shinomori Aoshi, a young man who had taken over his father's company once he had passed away. Aoshi had many businesses around the world, and had been looking at some of the local branches recently. One branch in particular had been doing poorly the last couple of years and he was going to shut it down. However, the man in charge of that particular branch was Misao's father, and he had convinced Aoshi to allow him to try and rebuild it. He offered his daughter to Aoshi and he did not hesitate in accepting the offer. He had the wedding date set for two weeks from that day. Makimachi-san was thrilled, and when he got home told Misao. Misao was furious, but a little happy to be getting away from her father. She knew he never really cared about her and had been very abusive since his wife died five years ago. This was her chance to escape from all that he put her through.

Misao and Aoshi didn't meet until during the actual wedding ceremony. Misao wondered why this man had agreed so quickly to take her, not having known anything about her. She was a little worried that he would turn out to be some sort of psychopath that married any woman they could get and then kill them when they got bored. She shuddered at the thought, but when she glanced at him, she had changed her mind almost immediately. He seemed like the strong, silent type, but there was something about him that intrigued her, and she couldn't help but hope that he really would take care of her for the rest of their lives.

After vows were made, and they were introduced to the guests as husband and wife, it was time for the reception. They danced their first dance together and cut the cake together, but through it all, Aoshi had remained silent, not muttering a single word. Misao was dying to know what his voice sounded like. Would it be deep and rich? What if it was raspy, like a smoker? Ewww! After the reception had ended, they bid their guests farewell, changed their clothes, and got into a limo that was waiting outside. They were then taken to the airport to go on their honeymoon.

Once on the plane, Misao couldn't take the silence anymore. "So, ummm...where are we going?"

"Ireland," was his reply.

"Oh." His voice is cool and silky. I like it. "Why there?"

"I own a castle there and it is one of my favorite places to go when I'm stressed."

"Ah. So you just hop on a plane to Ireland whenever something is bothering you?"

"Not everytime, but at least four times a year."

"Oh."

Misao didn't know what else to say, so she just sat there in an awkward silence for the rest of the trip.

Once they arrived at the castle, Aoshi had asked one of his servants there to take their luggage to the master bedroom. Misao refused to let him, saying that she could do it herself.

"I refuse to let someone else carry my things when I have two capable hands to do it myself."

"But, mistress, it's my job..."

"I know that, but your hands are already full from carrying his things, and I don't want you to have to make two trips just because I was too lazy to carry my own bags. Besides, this way you can give me a tour!"

The servant reluctantly agreed, but hoped his master wouldn't be too upset with him.

Once they had situated their room, Aoshi had informed Misao that they would be going out for dinner at a local restaurant.

"If you need to change or freshen up, the bathroom is through that door on your right. We'll go whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready now. I don't see anything wrong with the way I look or smell at the moment, so we can just go."

At least she isn't going to be one of those women who takes forever to get ready and has to change their outfit five times a day. Perhaps this could work well after all, Aoshi thought.

They left immediately, but this time Aoshi had driven his Lamborghini. He didn't feel like having his driver wait for them. Misao was looking out the window and enjoying the scenery. Everything was so green and there were other castles in the distance. She wondered who had lived there in the past and why there were so many. Her thoughts were interrupted when the car had stopped and Aoshi had exited his side to come around and open her door. At least he's a real gentleman, she thought. Aoshi offered Misao his arm, which she accepted, and led her into the restaurant. It was a small, cozy place, and had a very warm and welcoming atmosphere. The way the staff was treating them made Misao feel like this was her second home. Everyone was friendly and had big smiles on. Aoshi was silent as usual, but he seemed to be more relaxed here than he was at the ceremony and reception.

After they had left the restaurant, they took a short walk around town. Neither one of them spoke, but they seemed content with the silence. It was starting to get colder, and Aoshi removed his jacket to place it over Misao. "We should start heading back to the castle. It's getting late," he said. Misao nodded and they made their way back to the car. After getting in, Misao was about to give Aoshi his jacket back, but he refused, saying that she was probably still cold. Misao blushed and nodded. Aoshi then closed the door for her and went to the driver's side. He started the engine, and drove back to the castle.

Once they had arrived, Misao announced that she was going to bed. Aoshi nodded, and started to head that way as well. After Misao had brushed her teeth and put on her pink, striped pajamas, Aoshi went to the bathroom to change. When he emerged, Misao's mouth was agape and she was blushing. Aoshi hadn't put a shirt on, and Misao could see his well-toned muscles.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Misao looked away and her blushed darkened. "Yes, I'm fine. I just didn't expect to see you dressed like that."

"Well, this is what I sleep in, and since you're my wife, you should get used to it."

Misao just nodded and continued to look away. She then felt the bed sink down on the space next to her. She turned towards his direction, and found him sitting very close to her and staring at her.

"W-what is it?"

"Misao, since it's our honeymoon, we should consummate our marriage, but if you're not ready, I can wait."

"N-no, it's alright...ummm...I'm not quite sure what to do though..."

"Don't worry, I'm new at this too. We can learn together," and with that, Aoshi kissed her. Misao instantly melted and kissed back. That night, they had given themselves to each other, each feeling that they could grow to love the other.

a/n Yay! New story!!