Chibi Aoshi 3: Love Stoned

"What are you doing here?" Aoshi folded his arms across his chest. He leaned against the wall looking like his normal stoic self. But in truth, the shock of seeing his smaller version has made him search for something to keep him from falling flat on the floor.

The chibi zoomed across the space in between them to peer out of the window. He raised his hand to block out the glare of the sun. In mere seconds, he had spotted what had mesmerized the former okashira- Misao and the world after a rain shower. Chibi Aoshi smirked and turned to face the tall man. "You know..." he said making a small umbrella appear out of nowhere and started dancing. "You can be her umbrella." He sang.

The 'boring' man just stared blankly at the chibi. "What are you doing here?"

"- ella, ella, ella. Eh? eh? eh?" The chibi twirled as he continued singing.

Aoshi had had enough. "Stop echoing!" He ordered placing one hand on top of the chibi to get him to stay still.

Chibi Aoshi's umbrella popped out of sight just as he swatted the hand away. "I'm not the one "echoing"." He replied slightly annoyed his song and dance number had been cut short and emphasizing his point with motioned quotation marks. "You're the one repeating yourself." He grinned.

Aoshi would've looked flabbergasted- if he were capable of looking anything else besides from unamused. "What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"Aha! See?" Chibi Aoshi pointed out.

The okashira kept silent but gave the floating ninja his well practiced death glare in reply.

The chibi smiled sweetly avoiding eye contact. "I just wanted to have some of Misao's tea." He moved to reveal the tea set already prepared and a chibi Kenshin smiling patiently at the the two. "I even brought Kenshin to make the tea."

"Ohayo!" Chibi Kenshin greeted.

"Now, you wouldn't want to delay this whole thing. The tea might get cold." The chibi okashira patted his counterpart's shoulder. "Libations please, Batty." He said to the small red head samurai.

Chibi Kenshin tilted his head to one side and smiled. "Haiiiii." He replied.

Aoshi nodded back cautiously as he made his way to the tea. He was a bit thirsty. It was tea. He likes tea. It was tea made by chibi Kenshin. Rephrase. It was tea made by A "Kenshin" which, more importantly, means one thing: It was tea NOT made by chibi Aoshi.

Chibi Kenshin poured and offered the okashira a cup of steaming hot tea. Aoshi looked at the tea. It looked normal enough. It wasn't any other color beyond green which is what green tea was suppose to look like. He raised the cup to take a whiff of the steam. It smelled like green tea. He took a tentative sip and decided it tasted like tea so he decided to drink some more. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the chibi just came to give him some tea as some sort of a peace offering.

Then, he saw the battousai's golden eyes for less than a second as he lowered his cup. He glared at the small samurai who returned it with his own giant purple-eyed cheerful gaze. The peaceful countenance didn't reassure him. He was sure there was something wrong. If he had anything in his life, it was control. But right at that time, he had was slowly losing control of his facial expression.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop his frown turning upside down.

Horror of horrors.

Chibi Aoshi nudged Kenshin as he watched the odd transformation. "What exactly did you give him?" He whispered keeping his sight transfixed on Aoshi.

"Remember that time I started wandering around after Tomoe-dono died?" Chibi Kenshin said. "Well, I took my troubles down to Madame Rue's. You know that gypsy with the gold capped tooth? She had a shop down at thirty fourth and Pine selling little bottles of love potion number nine." He answered truthfully.

"WHAT?"
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