Author: YourSecret'sOut
Title: Accidentally In Love
SPEAKING "..."
THOUGHTS '...'
ITALICS DREAM/PAST SCENE
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Disclaimer: Isn't it obvious RK doesn't belong to me? ;)
Wanting : 14
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Soujirou stared at his cell phone as he sat on his bed, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees. It was nearing time to leave if he wanted to be on time for the movie and Misao didn't call him. She said she wasn't sure if she could make it, but he expected her or Kaoru to call and tell him so. He picked up his small cell phone, flipping it open and searching through his phone book until he found Kaoru. He pressed send, placing the phone on his ear to listen to the ringing.
"Can you believe that my wife won't tell me who has had her body?" He didn't give the bodyguard time to respond, "You know, Aoshi, I have reason to believe that you are the mystery man."
"My King, I can assure you that I am not."
'They're both liars,' he thought to himself as the ringing continued, annoyed that no one was answering yet. On the eleventh ring, someone answered.
"Hello?"
A man. He heard Kaoru lived with her boyfriend, but didn't remember his name. He was quiet for a moment, noticing the anger laced with his tone. 'Must've interrupted something or he's just in a bad mood.' "Yes, is Kaoru there?"
"Who is this?" Kenshin didn't bury his rude tone, getting the phone snatched away from him. Soujirou heard Kaoru's voice faintly along with Kenshin, then a giggle. Kaoru cleared her throat, bringing the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Kaoru, it's Soujirou."
"Oh, hey Soujirou. What's up?"
"Is Misao there?"
"No, should she be?" Her answer was honest and full of confusion. Kaoru twirled strands of her black hair around her index finger, Kenshin approaching her from behind to place his hands on her hips. She smiled to herself when she felt his lips on her neck next.
"She told me that she would be with you," he spoke after several seconds.
"She did, did she?" She frowned cutely. 'Misao, duh! Tell me when you want me to lie for you!' "Sorry, but we didn't have any plans together and I'm not sure where she is. You can always call her cell phone since she has it on all the time."
"Right. Thanks. I'll see you at school."
"Yup, bye!"
He hung up, flipping it shut while his eyes narrowed. He had a feeling of where she would be, but he didn't want to admit it or believe it. Why else would she lie about where she would be? It clearly meant she was somewhere she didn't anyone to find out about, especially him. Again, Soujirou wasn't stupid and he was no longer in the mood to play any more games with Misao.
He had enough and he couldn't take it any longer.
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Shinomori Residence
"You don't have much food," Misao pointed out as she searched through the cupboards, putting all her weight on her toes when she tried to look higher. She fell flat on her feet when she saw nothing but a pop tart wrapper. She closed the cupboard, looking over her shoulder to Aoshi.
He smiled slowly, "I guess that's what you get when there's two men living on their own. Sano and I normally have take-out."
She turned to him, tilting her head curiously. "You two can't cook?"
"We can." He came to a pause. "Either we don't have time for it, or we're too lazy."
"Sounds like a guy," she replied with a teasing smile. "My dad was the same way. He'd complain that there was no food in the house, when actually there was. He was just too lazy to cook."
He wanted to ask her about her father, but didn't want to probe in her personal business. Misao stared at him, the smile remaining on her face. "Oh, my dad died in a car accident when I was ten. When I bring up my dad, people are afraid to ask what happened, but it's totally fine! I accepted his death and I know he's happy, so it's okay to ask about him."
'She's always managing a smile.' "Did he die at the hospital?"
"No. The paramedics said he died on impact—so it was quick and painless." Her smile brightened, "Since your cupboards are bare, we should go out to eat!" '
He blinked with surprise, "You want to?"
She neared him, "Yes!" Her hand slipped to his before he could protest, "We can go to my favorite place."
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Applebee's
Misao hungrily eyed the menu, her mouth watering at the sight of juicy steak in one of the pictures. Her eyes lifted from the menu to observe Aoshi sitting across from her. He remained quiet, his eyes scanning the choices of what to have for dinner. To Misao, the man across from her was simply magnificent to look at. His perfectly sculpted face, his tall fit body—he was eye candy for any female. The hostess even eyed him when they first stepped in.
Misao wasn't normally a jealous girl, but when it came to Aoshi; she couldn't help it.
She gnawed on her bottom lip when a group of older women passed their table, making it obvious that they were checking Aoshi out. She stared at them as they gathered into a booth; their curves clear for every man in the restaurant to see. Her curves were nowhere near theirs, hence why older men hardly gave her a second look-over.
"Anything wrong?"
"Hm—no!" Her face flushed, "Nothing's wrong." She gave him a smile, "It's just that those girls' over there seem interested in you."
He glanced over his shoulder briefly, "Didn't notice them walk by. Jealous?"
"Wha—no," she lied.
"That glare was for nothing?"
'Oh, he saw that? Is he teasing me!' The blush continued to stain her pale cheeks. "Maybe just a little jealous," she admitted quietly. "But look at them, they're—"
"I'd rather busy myself with looking at you," he interrupted gently, his blue eyes drifting down back to the menu. He knew very well that her blush had darkened. They ordered their food when the waitress made her way to their table, Misao smiling when she realized that it was a girl she knew from school. Aoshi listened as the two chatted quickly, the blonde giving a glance to Aoshi.
She smiled, "So, it's true? He's much more handsome than Soujirou!" She gave the blushing girl a wink, "Good catch, Misao!"
"Okay, thanks," she bit out. She wanted her to stop speaking, sighing in relief when the girl scampered off to another table. She smiled at Aoshi, "Everyone at school is starting to think that I left Soujirou for someone else. If Soujirou starts to believe that, I don't think he'll handle it too well."
"What do you mean?"
"Soujirou has a small temper." 'That's what I hear. He never lost his temper with me.'
"It was much larger in the past."
"It was," she spoke softly. "He isn't anything to worry about, now. He doesn't seem too upset about the breakup at all." 'But I'm sure if he found out that I'm spending time with Aoshi, he'd flip out. He doesn't like him one bit even in this life.' "Y-You know, I never really believed in 'past lives' or anything like that. Even when I was little, I would have dreams about my past life as a child, but I just thought they were fantasies. Every little girl dreams of being a princess and whatnot." She paused, hearing a child whining somewhere in the background. "It may sound silly, but ever since we first met, it felt like I stopped searching for something. Everything is just right now. Everything is how it should be," she ended, her eyes locking with his.
When he didn't respond, she immediately felt stupid. "S-Sorry, that was silly to say—"
"It wasn't," she heard him say as she was getting ready to ramble. Her eyes widened innocently as she stared at him, Aoshi staring at her. The girl across from him reminded him of a kitten; so expressive. She was adorable. "It wasn't silly to say at all, Misao."
She melted at the way he spoke her name. She wanted to hear her name roll off of his lips more often. Misao hoped the he didn't notice the dreamy expression that covered her eyes, but pushed everything aside when he moved over and beckoned for her to come sit next to him. She happily complied, her smile widening as she caught sight of his small smile. He didn't have to say that he felt the same way; his rare smile said enough. Misao clapped her hands together as their food arrived, her stomach clenching hungrily as she waited to dig into the warm food. As soon as her plate touched the tabletop, she grabbed her fork, glancing to Aoshi's plate. She continued to smile, "You know, it would really bite if my mom still had feelings for you."
"I'm sure she doesn't."
"I know, but it was bad enough to think about you when you were dating her. I felt guilty."
His question came calmly. "What did you think about?"
Her face flushed in an instant. Seeing the teasing glint in his eyes, she pouted. "Are you teasing me! There's no way that I'm going to tell you how I thought about how good-looking you are and all these perverted thoughts—" 'Wait.' She groaned inwardly. 'I always do that to myself.'
Amusement danced in his blue eyes.
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Shinomori Residence
"Dinner was great! Did you like it?"
"I did," Aoshi replied, closing his front door and locking it. He watched as Misao took her light jacket off, neatly placing it on the back of a table chair. He spoke as she turned to him, "It's late. Are you tired?"
"I am!"
"There's a spare room for you to sleep in," he offered. "Let me show you where it is."
She followed the taller man, even though she wanted to sleep in his bed instead. She didn't know it, but he was thinking the same. He didn't want to scare her though by moving too fast. He opened the third door on the left, stepping aside so she could enter the room. She tossed him a smile over her shoulder, murmuring a 'goodnight' to him before he walked out of sight.
'Not time to be a huge pervert, Misao,' she scolded silently, closing the door so she could change into her sleeping clothes. She would've loved to stay up a bit late, just speaking with him, but she was full and tired. She was sure that she would fall asleep talking to him, which was more than rude. Tugging the large shirt over her head, she blew her bothersome bangs away from her face as she pulled her braid over her shoulder. Untying the rubber band holding her braid together, she ran her fingers through her hair as it fell freely over her shoulders.
Sitting down on the made bed, she glanced around the clean room and came to a conclusion; someone was a neat freak. She smiled to herself, highly doubting that it was Sano. Lying down on her back, she reached to her purse that she tossed down once she entered the room. She grabbed her cell phone, flipping it open to check if she had any voicemail or text messages.
Seeing she had two unread messages, she smiled to herself. 'Must be Kaoru.'
Hey Misao! Just letting you know that Soujirou called looking for you earlier. Let me know next time when you want me to cover for you! I'm not psychic, weasel-girl!
'I didn't think he would call her!' She frowned, deleting the message. 'If I don't call to say I'm going, I'm obviously not going to go to the movies.'
You're with Aoshi, aren't you?
Her blood ran cold when she read those few words, looking up to read whom it was from. 'Soujirou? He sent the message an hour ago. Why would he jump to conclusions and figure I'm with Aoshi? Not that I should be worried—right? Lucky guess—I think.' She decided to respond to him, typing away on her cell phone.
Soujirou?
His response came quick. Where are you?
She frowned slightly. She wanted to call him and talk to him, but knew that they would most likely get in an argument. He was acting as if they were still dating. She didn't have to tell him where she was! Doesn't matter. Why did you bring Aoshi up?
She waited patiently as she stared up at the wall, waiting for her phone to vibrate, indicating a new message. Several minutes passed and she held her cell phone up, raising a brow. She hummed quietly to herself, glancing to the door and wondering if Aoshi was fast asleep in his room already. The lights in the house were turned off long ago, silence taking over the house. In the distance, she heard thunder.
It caught her full attention.
Misao and thunderstorms didn't go well together.
Biting her bottom lip, she looked to her cell phone when it vibrated.
I know how you feel about him. You love him. Are you going to deny that you're with him right now?
She sat up, staring at his words. To her, he made it seem like he was watching her. 'Why is he acting this way? He said he was fine with the breakup—' Her eyes widened, challenging plates as thunder was heard once more and the lights flickered. She swallowed, getting up and making her way to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out. Rain started to fall hard and she let the curtain fall over the window, looking down at her cell phone. I have to go. Goodnight.
She turned her cell phone off before he could respond, sighing in relief. 'I'm afraid that he's starting to become more and more like his past self. The way he looks at me, how he talks, and how he gets upset so easily—he was never like that until Aoshi showed up.' Dropping her cell phone on the bed carelessly, she grabbed the pillow that was lying on the bed before hurrying to the door. Shutting off the bedroom light, she poked her head out to meet darkness in the hall.
A whimper sounded from her before she rushed down the hall. Seconds later, she opened a door to reveal Aoshi in his bed. She stood in the doorway, watching as his chest rose and fell steadily. She swallowed, not wanting to wake the man, but not wanting to be alone in a dark, unknown room—with thunder. With little hesitation, she slowly made her way to his bed, closing her eyes whenever thunder was heard.
Aoshi felt his bed shift, relaxing once he heard Misao clear her throat uncomfortably. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing her flushed face as she remained resting on her knees. She lowered her pillow onto the bed as he lifted his hand to her cheek, watching as she leaned into his touch.
"The thunderstorm?"
She nodded sheepishly, "Yes." 'And..' "And I want to be with you."
It was all that needed to be said. With his hand slipping away from her skin, he grabbed the covers to lift them up. She scooted underneath them, sighing as her head hit her pillow. Minutes passed and she found herself curled up against his side, her slender legs wrapped around one of his muscled legs.
"Aoshi," he heard her whisper as she lulled off to sleep, the thunder long forgotten. Aoshi welcomed the new, yet familiar feel of her body pressed against his, following her close in suit as sleep claimed him.
"Misao?"
Tying a knot around her waist as her back faced her husband, she swallowed thickly at the tone of his voice. The ball had gone well, Misao able to see friends' after a long time apart from them. She had left Soujirou's side as soon as she caught a glimpse of Kaoru, spending most of the evening with her. She couldn't help but sneak glances to her silent bodyguard standing several feet away with Kenshin. She ached to be near him or even carry a conversation with him, but she knew Soujirou would've thrown a fit.
'So what's his problem now?' She sighed softly, turning around in her jade colored robe. "Yes?"
"As King, you should know that I have eyes and ears everywhere around the palace, Misao."
She lifted her gaze to look at him. What was he getting at? "I suppose," she replied quietly. Bringing her hands up, she nervously twiddled her fingers. "Did I do something to displease you tonight?"
"A guard told me he overheard you and Kaoru speaking tonight."
'Can I have no privacy!' She felt as if she were a caged bird. "I see." 'We talked about numerous things—some that I can't even remember at this very moment—'
"The baby isn't mine," he stated. "He heard you tell Kaoru those exact words."
"I—"
"Don't try to save yourself, Misao." He sighed as he made his way to her, watching the way her shoulders tensed. "What ever shall I do with you? You've been quite the nuisance. That child will be the same. You should have it and then it should be put to death."
Her eyes widened, "No!" Her eyes pleaded with him. "How can you do that to an innocent child! What's wrong with you!"
"What's wrong with me! I'll tell you what's wrong with me, Misao!" His lips twisted into a snarl, "What's wrong with me is that I'm mad as hell because my wife is nothing but a whore!" The words stung her, but she couldn't deny it. She had strayed from her husband whom she was supposed to be faithful to. She strayed to the one and only man she ever loved, despite it being wrong. "What did I do wrong?"
"You're never here, Soujirou!" He grabbed her wrists when she attempted to move away from him. She barely struggled against the stronger man. "How can I call you my husband whom I'm supposed to love when you're never around? Soujirou, our marriage was arranged! I never asked for you!" She choked back sobs, hating the feel of warm tears spilling down her cheeks. "I can't love you like I love him! You can't force me to love you and just forget about—"
He stared at her as she came to an abrupt halt. "Say his name."
"No," she whispered quietly. 'Why does he want me to say it? He had his men attack Aoshi, so he knows that it's him for certain, does he not?'
His grip tightened on her wrists, causing her to cry out. From outside the door, Sano listened carefully. He wasn't sure if he should intrude or not, but he hated to hear the hurtful words Soujirou was tossing to his Queen. "Say his name! Say the name of the man who has had you in his bed! The man you love more than me, whore!"
"D-Don't call me that!"
"That's what you are—"
"Soujirou, please, I'm tired—"
She stiffened as his head whipped to the door, knocks echoing in their room. He released her wrists quickly before he turned, heading to their double doors. Misao hurriedly wiped her face free of tears, afraid that Aoshi would be the one behind their doors. Lifting her eyes as one of the doors opened, she felt relief when she saw that it was their cook. Sano let his chocolate brown eyes dart to Misao, her shimmering eyes locking with his briefly. He forced his usual playful grin to his lips as his eyes returned to Soujirou.
"Brought the Queen a little snack that she asked for."
"I thank you," Soujirou replied quietly, taking the silver tray from him. Misao stared at him as he managed to put his normal smile on his lips. Her husband was insane! There was no question about it. His blue eyes drifted to Misao, waiting for her to speak as well. Clearing her throat and meeting Sano's gaze once more, she forced a little smile to her lips.
"Thank you, Sano. Sorry to keep you up. I think these late night cravings will be occurring much more often."
"No problem at all," he murmured. He quickly added 'my Queen' when Soujirou gave him a glance, motioning him to leave their room. Misao exhaled unsteadily as she watched the brunette disappear, wishing he would stay. She knew Soujirou wouldn't unleash his wrath on her with someone else to see it. Remaining quiet, she stood silently as Soujirou merely watched her, the tray placed on a small table.
"Eat and sleep," he demanded, surprising her. Before she could say anything to him, the door to their bathroom was closed, leaving her by herself. She cleared her throat nervously as she made her way to the tray of small desserts, her slender hand lifting up to her stomach. She stroked once, then twice, frowning as his words repeated themselves in her mind.
"You should have it and then it should be put to death."
"No," she whispered to herself, her gaze dropping to her stomach. She didn't know who Soujirou was anymore. Jealousy had turned him into a monster, a monster she wanted nothing to do with any longer.
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Aoshi frowned in his sleep as his bed shifted, his lids lifting slowly. Closing his eyes briefly when he received a blurred image, he reopened to be met with a smiling Queen in a robe. He blinked once in surprise, feeling her small fingers on his face as she stared down at him. Her hands fell from his face as he sat up in his bed, "Misao, you shouldn't be here. Soujirou could—"
She gave him a playful grin, "Soujirou is a deep sleeper. He practically needs to be shaken awake! He never stirs when I leave our bed."
"Still," he warned lightly. "You take too many chances."
"I wanted to see you," she replied quietly, her grin fading. "I want to be with you."
"Misao—"
"Soujirou is leaving in two days, he will be gone for four. Megumi will be far too busy—because of me—to follow me around and tell Soujirou everything I did while he was away." She bit her bottom lip gently as her eyes lowered, "I've missed you. Haven't you felt the same?"
Feeling his thumb trace her bottom lip, her eyes lifted to his. "Of course I have, but it's been hell not being able to be near you."
A smile sprung to her lips once more as he started to confess his feelings. Normally, his little smiles and his eyes would show his emotions, but she loved when he spoke them. Balancing her weight on her hands, she let her lips meet his in a chaste kiss. Her eyes widened in response to his hand sneaking it's way to the back of her neck, relaxing under his touch as he turned the kiss into a passionate direction. She allowed her lids to slide shut as his tongue languidly explored her mouth, barely registering her knot loosening.
As he let her hands roam his muscled chest, he remembered what was spoken between Kenshin and himself during the celebration.
"I am sorry that she is not yours completely," Kenshin spoke, his hands folded behind his back. Giving Aoshi a glance with a small smile, he continued. "Maybe in a next lifetime, my friend. Maybe then, you two will find happiness."
He was silent for a moment as those words sunk in. "Maybe."
'Maybe,' he thought as her robe fell from her slim shoulders, exposing her flesh. 'Maybe then she will be mine and mine alone.'
"I love you," he heard her speak breathlessly.
'And I will be the only one to hear you speak those words that I love hearing.'
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It seems like it's been forever to update this! Duty called with my life, so I had to leave this be for a short time. At least it's a long chapter! I worked on making it long because you deserve a longer chapter after the little absence. Almost eight pages. Longer chapter next time? A+M fluff in this chapter! Quite a bit...Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter :o) Sorry for any mistakes (I had trouble uploading this chapter and then editing wasn't working!) and thank you all for the reviews! Now, onto my other stories to update!