Author: YourSecret'sOut

Title: Accidentally In Love

SPEAKING "..."

THOUGHTS '...'

ITALICS DREAM/PAST SCENE

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It's A Small World : 4

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Aoshi watched in silence as his majesty appeared, his ice-cold gaze following Soujirou as he made his way to his Queen, earning a gasp from her when she felt a hand on her waist. Misao looked up at her King, a smile immediately gracing her pretty face. He stood as the two exchanged words, a smile planted on Soujirou's face as he spoke to the shorter girl. That was one thing that bothered Aoshi about Soujirou–the man was always smiling, even when upset.

Then again, Aoshi wasn't one to talk since his expressionless face was something that bothered many people. He shifted from his standing position, crossing his arms as he let his gaze remain locked on the couple, jealousy surging through his veins as Soujirou bent down, placing a quick kiss to Misao's lips. He wanted to hurt him, possibly kill him for putting his hands on Misao, let alone his lips, but he had to remain calm. No one could know about their affair, though he wanted men to know that Misao belonged to him, emotionally and physically. She was his to touch and make love to, his to comfort and make happy.

"Oh, Aoshi, I didn't even know you were there," he heard Soujirou speak, his blue gaze traveling to the King. He unfolded his arms, giving him a quick nod. "Maybe you should speak more, then I would actually acknowledge your presence. Then again, maybe it's a good thing that you don't ramble off about meaningless things, such as my Queen has the habit of doing," he teased lightly, giving a smile down to Misao.

Misao sent him a stern look, smacking him lightly on his arm, "How awful of you to say," she murmured, her glare quickly replaced by a large smile. "Soujirou, I would love to go and look through the market. Would you accompany me?"

Soujirou shook his head, missing the glance that Aoshi sent to his hand that was still resting on Misaos waist. "I'm afraid not. I'm far too busy, but you could always go another time when I'm able to come along."

Misao sent him a pout, a pout that made Aoshi give into her every plea. "I want to go today–Aoshi here could escort me and make sure that I am safe."

Soujirou nodded slowly, looking at the bodyguard. Aoshi was one of the best, someone he could rely on if Misao ever encountered any danger. Aoshi was far larger than Soujirou, something that also helped calm his nerves when Misao was alone. No one dared to mess with Aoshi with his size being a factor of intimidation. A smile appeared on his lips as he nodded, "Very well then. Aoshi shall walk with you through the market. I trust that you will take good care of her, Aoshi. You never let me down."

Aoshi nodded, glancing at Misao and fighting the urge to shake his head at the amusement and pleasure that danced around in her eyes. Soujirou returned his attention to his Queen, grabbing her chin gently to raise her face, placing another kiss on her lips, Aoshi looking away when the kiss lingered for a few more seconds. Soujirou pulled away, mumbling words to her before walking off, double doors closing behind him loudly.

Misao smiled at the doors until she averted her gaze to Aoshi, stepping closer to him, "What's wrong?"

"You know what," he answered coolly, looking down at her, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly when she gave him a childish glare.

"Don't be jealous," she told him, reaching for his hand and holding onto two of his fingers, leading him to the doors with a smile on her face. "Let's be on our way," she told him, her joyful voice reaching his ears. He pulled his fingers away from her smaller hand, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him, earning a giggle from his Queen as she placed a hand on his hard chest, her lids dropping half way as he leaned down and took her lips in a fierce kiss, claiming her as his own.

His eyes snapped open as a voice drew him out of his dreams, the voice belonging to none other than his free loading brother, Sanosuke. He was nineteen, didn't have a place to stay, so Aoshi offered his place for a short time. He was only to stay for a few weeks, but weeks turned into months, and soon a year. The pest was still there, eating and staying for free, gambling his money away when he had nothing else better to do.

Aoshi shifted underneath the sheets, glancing at the time and seeing that it was around noon. He never use to sleep in so late, until the dreams started occurring. He wanted to stay sleeping, finding out answers from the dreams he had almost every night. They didn't make much sense, especially now since he saw the girl of his dreams–literally. He sat up in his bed, the sheets falling to pool around his narrow waist. He hadn't seen the girl in a week since their first meeting and he didn't necessarily want to.

He was attracted to her. He couldn't help it either. He was with Tomoe, though it was nothing serious. He didn't love her, he was merely attracted to her and he doubted that it would turn into love anytime soon. Tomoe was a nice woman, but he didn't have everything he wanted out of a girlfriend. He threw his legs over the edge of his bed, getting up as he ran a hand through his messed black hair, walking out of his room clad in loose fitting navy blue boxers. His eyes darted to movement from the kitchen and out came walking Sano, plate of food in hand. Sano noticed him, a big grin coming to his lips.

"'Bout time! I thought you died or somethin'. I can make another omelet if you want one too."

Aoshi gazed at the omelet Sano had placed on his plate, seeing it looked edible and not too bad at all. He gave him a short nod, walking over to the answering machine and playing the messages he had. The dream entered his mind briefly, giving a noise of annoyance from the back of his throat as he tried to focus on the messages from his friends' or family members. It wasn't the first dream–he had plenty, starting four months ago at the most. They were too realistic for his taste also.

"So," Sano started with his mouth full, swallowing after a few seconds, "what do you think of her daughters? Both hot, especially the older one, Megumi."

"I didn't notice," he answered dryly, writing down a number that a friend left him for calling back.

"You had to have noticed the younger one, Misao. She fell–it looked like it hurt too," he stated, laughing and shaking his head at the memory. He didn't talk to her much since she left to go to her room, but he was sure that she was nicer than Megumi. "I think I'm gonna try and get with Megumi," he told him, glancing at him as he stood near the answering machine, deleting useless messages.

"Go ahead."

"Aoshi, talk to me."

"I am."

"Quit with the two or three word sentences. Hey, do you have to work today?"

"No, I was dismissed when we found out who was harassing the woman I was working for," he told him, glancing back at Sano over his shoulder. Sano nodded, mumbling that it was good to hear. Aoshi was a bodyguard, so well known that he guarded several actresses and actors that had stalkers or were just a bit paranoid. Sano considered becoming a bodyguard after finding out how nicely paid they were.

"We should call Kenshin," he offered, picking up his plate as he finished. "He has the day off also and his little missy is off at school."

Aoshi thought about it briefly before nodding. He needed to get out and do something anyway. He knew Kenshin from high school, the both of them becoming friends immediately once they found out they had a lot in common. They often sparred, both of them wanting to test who was stronger and who would come out on top, but all just for fun. Aoshi considered Kenshin his best friend, though Kenshin often called him an ice block like many others just to make fun of him. Kenshin saw his rare smiles and heard his very rare laughs, but Aoshi still kept a lot from the shorter man.

"What do you want in your omelet?" Sano called, preparing the pan.

"Ham and cheese."

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Soujirou came to a stop as the light turned red, glancing at Misao with a smile, who was sitting in the passenger seat and gazing out of the window. She rolled it down further, resting her arm outside of the car, her eyes widening slightly when she felt fingers moving her hair. She relaxed, smiling when Soujirou tucked loose strands behind her ear.

"Misao, where do you want to go for lunch?"

"Anywhere is fine," she answered quietly, looking at him with a smile on her face as the light turned green. "We should've invited Kaoru along."

"I asked her and she got invited by someone else," he told her, switching into another lane. "Misao, we can go out to lunch on our own you know. You're my girlfriend and I'd like to spend alone time with you every now and then."

"I know, it's just that Kaoru is my best friend and she's fun to be around, don't you think?"

"I agree, but she doesn't have to be with us 24/7," he mumbled with a smile, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Misao merely smiled, returning her gaze back out the window. Aoshi came to her thoughts, the man she hadn't seen for a week after the first meeting. Half of her wanted to tell her mother to dump her while the other just wanted to let the dreams go and forget about them. Act as if she never even had any of them. "You've been quiet lately, anything wrong?"

Misao heard the question, but didn't bother answering until he reached over and took her hand, lacing their fingers together. Misao glanced at their hands; a smile appearing on her lightly glossed lips once again. She was happy with him, he was a sweetheart. Something was missing though. "Nothing really. My mom just has a new boyfriend."

"Do you like him?"

'I seem to love him more than anything in my dreams,' she thought to herself, giving him a shrug. "He didn't talk much when I first met him and I left, so I don't know much about him to judge. He seems nice, I guess. Enough about him though–let's go to Burger King. My stomach is going crazy for food."

Soujirou chuckled, lifting her hand and kissing the top lightly, getting in the turning lane.

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After school, Kaoru invited Misao over for some quick homework to do together, both of them sitting on the couch in the living room. Kaoru pushed her paper over, letting Misao copy some of the definitions they had to study for a quiz. Kaoru glanced when she heard Kenshin speaking on the phone, sighing loudly once he hung up, appearing from the hallway clad in a pair of baggy black sweatpants.

Misao glanced, doing a double take when she saw his bare, muscled torso. She rolled her eyes, glancing at the words she had to copy down. "Himura, quit showing off and go put on a shirt."

Kenshin blinked once before a grin came to his handsome face, making his way to the recliner and taking a seat. "I'm doing nothing of the sort. The only person I wish to show my body off to is Kaoru," he told her, giving Kaoru a small smile when a blush sprung to her cheeks. "Misao just doesn't want to be caught checking out her best friends boyfriend."

"Please," Misao let out, sending him a small glare while Kaoru grinned. Maybe she looked a little, but she would never be attracted to him since he belonged to Kaoru. Kenshin gave a short laugh, picking up the remote and turning on the television, turning on CSI. He leaned back when interest came into his eyes, noticing that he must've missed the episode playing.

"So, have you seen Aoshi around lately?" Kaoru asked, glancing at Misao. She received a negative shake from Misao, both of them catching Kenshin's attention.

"You know Aoshi?"

Misao glanced at Kenshin, nodding, "If it's Aoshi Shinomori, then yes. He's going out with mom and I just met him a week ago. You know him?"

Kenshin nodded, glancing at Kaoru, "We both do."

Kaoru nodded slowly, looking at Misao, "I didn't know his last name was Shinomori until now. He's Kenshin's best friend. Wow, small world, huh?"

Misao stared at them in shock, 'A bit too small..'

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"Mom," Misao called out as she opened the door, slipping her shoes off and closing the door as it started to pour outside. "I'm home!"

She raised a brow when she didn't hear anyone, sighing loudly as she locked the door. Megumi was most likely at work or busy shopping, so she was at home alone. She made her way down the hall, tossing her backpack in a nearby closet and closing it quietly, blinking in surprise when she faintly heard the television. 'Mom or Megumi probably fell asleep watching it,' she thought to herself, hurrying into the living room.

She jumped when she saw a figure on the couch, clearly not her mother or sister. She continued to stare, opening her mouth to speak, but forgot what words she was going to speak when a pair of dark blue eyes darted to hers. Misao froze, warmth traveling to her cheeks as she stared at Aoshi, her mouth forming a thin line as they held each other's gazes, neither speaking a word. She didn't know what to say to him–everything was far too awkward and surreal for her. She brought her hands up, playing with her fingers as she searched for words, glancing away from him.

"Tomoe went to pick something up from the store," he murmured, muting the television.

"O-Oh," she stammered out, missing the look he carried up and down her body. She was dressed in simple white capris and a black tube top, a jean jacket tossed over to hide her skin. Aoshi broke his gaze away from her, cursing himself for even giving her a look. She was young–too young for him if she was still in high school, but then again, she was graduating this year. Tomoe had gone on about her two daughters, proud of the both of them. She told how Megumi had enough intelligence and patience to become a great doctor, but Megumi settled for a veterinarian, not telling Tomoe why she chose that over being a doctor. Then there came Misao, her hyperactive sweetheart that wouldn't be too afraid to start a fight with someone five times her size. Aoshi was a bit surprised to hear that since the girl was so small.

"How old are you again?"

The question was random, but Misao didn't see any harm in answering. She smiled slightly, figuring that they were going to have a conversation. 'I guess I need to get to know him.' She took a seat on the other couch, slipping her jean jacket off due to the warmth of the house. "Sixteen, turning seventeen in November. You?"

"Twenty-six," he answered simply, watching the television though the volume remained muted. He had watched her remove her jacket and his eyes made their way over her shoulders and down her slender arms before he averted his gaze.

"Oh," she let out, folding her hands in her lap. 'He's not really the talker–just like in my dreams..' "Any kids?"

"No."

"Have you been married before?"

"Engaged once."

"Oh."

She sighed mentally, tilting her head as she glanced around the house, thinking of something to say. The man had answered her questions quickly without lingering on the answers. He was quickly getting to her, frustrating her to no end with the short answers. She was going to ask the details about his engagement he once had, but figured it would be prying into his life a bit too much.

"Soo," she started, getting his attention once more, "what do you do for a living?"

"Bodyguard."

"..." She was silent, her mouth dropping open slightly, causing Aoshi to look at her. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, wondering if she had the dreams also. Why wouldn't she? He thought it would only make sense for her to have dreams about him also before they even met.

"Anything wrong?"

"N-no," she lied, giving him a small smile. "You know what's weird?"

"What?"

"It feels like we've met before," she admitted, her stomach full of butterflies as she sat there and spoke with the handsome, yet quiet man. It felt right talking to him, being alone with him, and she wanted it to last. She flipped her long braid over her shoulder, her smile widening as she continued to stare at him with her blue eyes.

Aoshi shifted on the couch, stretching his arm across the top as he let himself watch her. He surprised her when a small smile appeared, "It does."

Shock entered her eyes and she got excited. She wasn't crazy after all! "Really! You think so?" She wasn't going to mention her dreams, fearing getting laughed at and she hated that. She got embarrassed easily and she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the man, though she was pretty sure she already did by falling down the stairs in front of him.

"Really," he murmured, watching her with interest. 'Perhaps she does have those dreams.'

"Oh, Misao, you're home."

Both of them looked in the direction of where the voice came from, Tomoe standing there with two grocery bags on her arms. She gave Misao a small smile, glancing at Aoshi. "I hope she wasn't pestering you, Aoshi."

"A bit," he told her, sending a glance to Misao and seeing the reaction he expected and that he saw so many times in his dreams when 'he' teased her in them. She glared dangerously, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she clenched her fists.

Misao fumed, turning around to face her bodyguard as her eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists, Aoshi smiling slightly as her cheeks puffed out in anger. "Don't tease, Aoshi!"

Tomoe sent another smile to Misao, motioning for her to stand and help her in the kitchen. She did so, leaving her jacket on the couch as she passed Aoshi, their eyes locking once more before she left the room.

It was going to be an interesting evening.

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Thanks for the reviews! Really, they mean a lot to me and they keep me writing! For the love of bojangles, I updated. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! A lot more of Aoshi in this chapter, aiming at his point of view kinda and it's revealed that he too has the dreams. So, hmm. Questions came up and here's my answer to most of them:

001. I have no idea how many chapters this story will be :o/ Right now, I'm clueless since I just started this because it popped in my head.

002. Yes. This is a A+M fic, along with K+K, M+S

You know what to do!

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