Treasure Hunt - A Rurouni Kenshin Drabble
By Rikkitsune
Hello Again! Here's yet another drabble that was posted in response to a drabble challenge over at Smoke and Mirrors. Here's the challenge:
Use one of the following;
1) In retrospect, it was all the fault of the cherry trees. (Opening sentence)
2) "Well," he said, " I guess that's one way to take care of the Spring Cleaning." (Concluding sentence) 3) She refused to be defeated by a box of eggs, a package of food coloring, and a pot of water. (somewhere-in-the-middle sentence)
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or it's characters. The drabble is mine.
WARNINGS: This drabble has some pretty strong adult themes. I wouldn't read it if you are offended by kinkiness, obscure references to S&M, or sex in general.
In retrospect, it was all the fault of the cherry trees. The softly falling pink petals had obviously given the man naughty ideas.
Misao scowled up at the ceiling, feeling incredibly vulnerable, lying flat on her back. For the hundredth time, she berated herself for being so utterly gullible. What on earth had possessed her to just follow his instructions? Was she completely stupid?
With an exasperated growl, Misao conceded that yes, she probably was.
Giving her wrists a gentle tug, she concluded that the handcuffs were just as locked and tight as they had been thirty seconds ago. And by her own doing, no less.
It had all started when she finished work that afternoon. When she'd gone into the staff room to collect her things and leave, there had been a note, folded intricately and sitting innocently on top of her handbag.
Intrigued, Misao had opened it and was surprised to recognise her friend Aoshi's handwriting. What was he doing leaving notes for her here? He worked on the other side of town!
The contents of the note, however, quickly dispelled any logistical thought.
It was a treasure hunt.
Predictably, Misao's eyes acquired a manic gleam. She loved treasure hunts. And by the sounds of it, this would be one of the more interesting ones she'd ever done.
Following the first set of instructions, she had driven to the local post office and given her name to the clerk, who had presented her with a small parcel. When she'd opened it, one-handed as she was driving, she'd almost collided with a tree when the contents turned out to be a set of pale blue, Victoria's Secret lingerie.
Pulling over hastily to avoid causing a pile-up, Misao had read the enclosed note with disbelief. Surely this wasn't from Aoshi?
It was. And the note was her next set of instructions. Apparently, she had to go to the address on the paper and collect another package.
When she pulled up in front of Voyeur, the upper-class boutique for… discerning couples, Misao began to wonder what the hell was going on.
Determined not to chicken out however, Misao had marched into the shop with all the bravado she could muster and asked the shop assistant if there was a package being kept under her name.
Back in the (safely parked and stationary) car, Misao eyed the parcel with trepidation before opening it.
Handcuffs. Fluffy pink ones. And a note, telling her to head to Aoshi's apartment. He'd even given her a key. Too curious to give up the hunt now, Misao shrugged to herself and did as she was told.
Opening the door to Aoshi's apartment, Misao had been confronted by a sea of pink. Sakura petals. Everywhere. They were strewn all over the carpet, heading determinedly in the direction of Aoshi's bedroom. Misao followed the trail with bemused fascination, clutching the packages in her arms.
She sucked in a breath as she stepped into Aoshi's room. There were black satin sheets on the bed, which was also covered in sakura petals. There were also many, many candles placed around the room, casting a gentle, flickering glow.
There was a note on one of the pillows. Unable to help herself, Misao crossed the room and picked it up.
Put on the lingerie. Get on the bed and cuff yourself to the bed-head using the handcuffs. I'll be along shortly, with 2 litres of triple chocolate fudge ice cream as your prize.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
Aoshi was going to seduce her.
And she was just standing here?
Now, as she lay on the bed, waiting for Aoshi, Misao was plagued by the demons of self-doubt. What was she thinking? He'd never really expressed much interest in her as more than a good friend, yet here she was, dressed like a blow-up doll and handcuffed to his bed.
It had to be a prank. Misao could feel the flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck. How was she going to explain her way out of this one?
She would tell him that she was only here because of the triple chocolate fudge ice cream he'd promised her in the note.
Oh, this was going to end badly. There was no way he'd actually think she'd take the bait. Right?
Misao jerked in surprise as the bedroom door swung open. This was it. He was here, probably armed with a camera to take compromising pictures and then plaster them all over the Internet. He would do something like that, just to punish her for being such a naïve moron.
Unable to face the mockery and humiliation that was sure to come, Misao pulled her knees up to her chest, averting her face and scrunching her eyes closed. Maybe if she curled up tightly enough, she would disappear!
She completely missed the slow smile of triumph that blossomed upon seeing her there.
She began to tremble when the mattress dipped under the weight of another person. Apparently she hadn't disappeared just yet. She kept her eyes closed, hoping he would just give up and leave her be, or at least unlock the handcuffs so she could escape.
She nearly sprang off the bed when she felt cool air blowing gently against her exposed neck. Okay. So he knew she was here and she knew he was here. Time to face the music.
She turned her head and met Aoshi's calm blue eyes, with irritation masking most of her embarrassment. "What?" she snapped. "Got a problem?"
"Apparently yes," Aoshi answered, supremely unruffled. "You're handcuffed to my bed, wearing nothing but sakura petals and some very expensive lingerie."
Eep.
"Well," Misao spluttered, "I'm just here for the ice cream."
"Is that so?" Aoshi asked raising an eyebrow.
"Damn straight," Misao answered, gaining confidence. Maybe she could brazen her way out of this situation. She uncurled her body, trying to adopt an appropriately jaunty pose.
"Well then, since you've followed all my instructions to the letter," Aoshi began, pausing to look Misao over thoroughly, "I suppose I had better give you your prize." Rising, Aoshi ignored Misao's fiery blush and picked up the tub of ice cream lying on the floor, then climbed back onto the bed, straddling Misao's legs before she could move.
"W-what are you doing?" Misao squeaked, trying not to freak out at the distance between them. Or lack thereof.
"Giving you the ice cream I promised," Aoshi answered her mildly. "I am a man of my word, after all." Taking the lid off, he dipped his fingers into the chocolatey goo and then licked them clean with deliberate slowness, making sure to maintain eye contact with his wide-eyed captive the whole time.
Misao, meanwhile, was trying not to hyperventilate. She loved chocolate ice cream. She also loved perving on Aoshi. So, logically, the only thing better than either of those two was perving on Aoshi while he ate chocolate ice cream.
Getting a hold of herself, Misao cleared her throat. "No cheating Aoshi! That ice cream is mine by right!"
"So it is," Aoshi agreed. Uh-oh. She really did not like that look in his eyes…
Swooping down, Aoshi proceeded to kiss her senseless. Too shell-shocked to do anything except cooperate, Misao let her tongue tangle with his, savouring the rich taste of the ice cream.
This was definitely going on the list of her most favourite things.
Eventually, the pair broke apart, with Aoshi failing to conceal his smug satisfaction. Breathless from his kiss, Misao gathered her scattered wits. She had to know what was behind this sudden change in their relationship.
"It was the cherry trees," Aoshi answered her, seeing the unspoken question forming in her eyes. "When we were walking through that grove of them on the way to Kenshin's house the other week."
She knew it. She didn't know whether to curse the cherry trees or thank them.
"I had a sudden vision of you, on my bed, wearing sakura petals and nothing else," he continued. "So, I formulated an ingenious plan to bring it about."
"One problem," Misao interjected. "I'm wearing lingerie. So nyah! There is no way I'm getting naked. No way!"
"Why do you think I handcuffed you?" Aoshi asked, smiling gleefully as the colour drained from Misao's face. He stretched out along the length of her body, being careful to balance his weight on his hands.
"Be a good girl, Misao. I promise you can have as much ice cream as you want once we're done."
Author's Notes
I know this one is pretty long, for a drabble (it's almost a vignette!), but I would be soooo grateful if you read it and let me know what you think!
