Author's Notes: Just me again. I wanted to do a small aftermath of what happened to Tokio and Misao and well this is what I came up with. It's 10 pages so someone better be happy. Now I keep getting asked question on when this story will be finished. Do people want me to end this story now? I can end it with quick 'I loves you's' if you want, but I have so much to write about that I don't think it can end with I love you…its what one of the reviews said (gomen I forgot who wrote it). I don't know how many chapters there will be either. I just write as soon as an idea pops into my head and I think 'Hey cool! That would go well in UTCT' at least I hope it goes well anyway. I don't want to end it any time soon and quite frankly I think I'm doing pretty damn well with posting new chapters and stuff, not like other authors and their sagas *L* I mean I've got to bring back Hannya and Tae and Soujiro (is that how his name is spelt?) And Megumi and Misao must talk as well. I've gotta have Misao go back to Kyoto, family problem and I've got to have Aoshi and his painting and a bit more on Anika and stuff. I've got to have a bit more on the pregnancies of Kaoru and Megumi and having Sano full unconscious watching a baby video and of course just for Mara-san (hehehe) I need to have more Saitou and Tokio (They are so kawaii, just like Aoshi and Misao). There's lots of stuff going on you know so in answer to peoples questions, its not ending soon so please stop asking because that makes me thin people don't want to read the fic.

Ja Ne and thanks for reviewing…especially to the ones who review all the time! It help lots so thankies! *S*

Under the Cherry Tree

Saitou shifted slightly and turned around when he heard a small groan escape the young woman that lay on the other side of the bed. The sheets pilled around her waist as Tokio lifted her hands up to rub her temples. Her eyelids were still closed and Saitou turned on his side, his arm propped up to hold up his head as he gazed down at her. Tokio's hair was undone from the ponytail she wore it in last night and spread messily over the pillows. Saitou had wanted to make her as comfortable as possible and only dressed her in one of her faded grey-blue tank tops. One of the straps fell off her pale shoulder and made the top gap open giving Saitou a free view of the top curve of her right breast. Saitou moved closer, Tokio's beauty overpowering his rational senses. He reached out his hand and softly caressed Tokio's cheek. A sigh escaped her throat; Tokio's eyes opening to stare into mischief gold ones.

"I don't feel so good…" Tokio mumbled curling on her side facing Saitou. He smirked at how regretful she sounded at drinking way too much. He shook his head recalling last night and knew that Misao would be even worse then Tokio. They had both made complete fools of themselves and he'd definitely have fun with Tokio. Saitou wondered if Aoshi would do the same with Misao. Saitou's train of thought left him however when Tokio moved closer, snuggling towards him and sighing in contentment. He looked down seeing that his Tokio-chan was once again sleeping, her hands fisted into his shirt and her hot breath fanning over his tanned skin as the shirt was unbuttoned. Saitou rolled his eyes but once he heard Tokio mumble his name in her sleep they softened and he placed his arms around her knowing she wouldn't wake up for a while now. Saitou's assumption however was dashed when Tokio flew out of his arms at lightning speed and she raced down the hall, towards the bathroom no doubt. Saitou got up also moving down the hallway and stood at the open door listening to the retching sounds Tokio was making at bringing whatever she ate and drank up last night. Saitou pushed away from the doorframe and walked towards her. He knew this scene very well and crouched besides her pulling her hair away from her face and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"I'm never drinking again…" Tokio croaked out, but more vomiting followed afterwards. Saitou bent his head whispering softly in Tokio's ear.

"That's what everyone says and yet you'll drink again." Dark eyes stared accusingly up at him, black from the eyeliner and mascara she'd worn and hadn't taken off. Saitou smirked down at her knowing she had finished for now and flushed the toilet for her. He wiped her face and hands making her wash her mouth out and then picked her up carrying her back to their bed.

"Next time force me to stop even if I whine and pout a lot. Don't make me do this again." Tokio whispered against Saitou's neck and she heard a soft chuckle escape his throat. She smiled despite being sick as she finally heard him laugh. She felt the softness of the mattress and pillows underneath her and snuggled in whispering thank you and was asleep in no time flat. Saitou brushed some hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her right ear and left the room. He'd stop in at work just to make sure everything was running smoothly but take the day off for Tokio. He knew she'd need to be looked after and…Saitou took a deep breath when he actually fully realised he wanted to take care of Tokio…forever…and this time, he'd tell her everything…

Minutes passed by, Saitou showering and changing into casual clothes and left the house heading for his car. He got in hoping the noise of it would not wake Tokio and reversed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the city. A thought popped into Saitou's head wanting to know how Misao was feeling this morning.

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(Himura Residence)

Kenshin had a couple of drinks like Aoshi but wouldn't and didn't go overboard like Misao and Tokio. He knew his limits, which wasn't a lot but at least he knew when to quit. Kenshin knew that Misao wouldn't be up for awhile and walked around the house in a pair of loose and very old trousers. The sight that greeted him in the bathroom however was evident that Misao hadn't slept comfortably at all. Misao lay on the cold tiled floor, still wearing her clothes from last night and her head resting on the toilet seat facing into the bowl. Kenshin shook his head looking down at Misao as though wanting to reprimand her for getting herself so drunk but bit his tongue and moved closer flushing the toilet. Misao jerked her head up and smacked it against the wall but felt no pain as she slumped against the toilet bowl once more wanting to go back to sleep. Kenshin placed Misao arms around his neck and lifted her easily off the ground and out of the bathroom. She would have one supper hangover when she woke up and Kenshin would have none of it. He knew a couple of old tricks back when he was like this and would make sure Misao didn't become violently sick the next time she woke up.

"I do hope she has learned her lesson?" Kaoru spoke from behind Kenshin, following him towards Misao's room. Kenshin lay Misao on the bed leaving the room so Kaoru could place her in more comfortable clothes and left to make up his special concoction.

He returned in no time flat seeing as Kaoru tucked the blankets around Misao as though she were a small child. Kenshin sat on the side of the bed waking Misao from her slumber. She grumbled and groaned but finally her tired eyes opened to stare into piercing violet ones.

"Drink this Misao." He watched as Misao sniffed it and moved her face away not liking the looks or the smell of it one bit.

"You won't be vomiting anymore if you drink it." Kenshin spoke again and smiled when Misao sat up and took the cup drinking it down. Once she was finished her face contorted into different facial expressions making Kaoru and Kenshin laugh quietly.

"I think I'd rather BE sick again…" Misao mumbled and handed the glass back to Kenshin and curled away from them wanting to sleep. Kaoru and Kenshin left the room shortly afterwards and headed downstairs, one going towards the kitchen and the other heading towards the front door and opening it up.

"Good morning Aoshi." Kaoru spoke sweetly letting him inside.

"What is the verdict?" Aoshi asked his eyes drifting up the stairs and then back to see Kaoru shaking her head.

"You should have stopped her Aoshi." Kaoru spoke her hands on her hips now. Aoshi waved over at Kenshin, heading up the stairs to take a look for himself and spoke absently to Kaoru before disappearing down the hall.

"Well I could have…but where was the fun in that…"

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Aoshi chuckled lightly as he moved further down the hall, Kenshin's voice telling Kaoru to calm down and have breakfast with him and Misao-chan. Aoshi peered into the dark room Misao slept in a looked over at the sprawled lump on the bed. He closed the door silently behind him, adjusting his eyes to the darkness of the room and moved closer to look down at Misao. One of her legs tangled in her blankets at the end of the bed, Misao's left leg hanging over the edge were Aoshi stood. A smile crossed over Aoshi's lips as he kneeled on the ground looking over at Misao peaceful, but slightly cringed face. Misao's right arm rested lightly on her bare flat stomach as her tank top rid up just covering her breasts and her head was turned towards the left as well. Her left arm spread out, towards Aoshi as well, her petite hand jerking slightly as though wanting to hold something. Aoshi brought his right hand up brushing his fingers over Misao's outstretched hand and to his surprise she clasped it tightly in her small hand and brought it closer towards her, Aoshi having to follow as his upper body lay on the soft bed. Misao had placed his hand to her hair, his thumb brushing over the smoothness of the top of Misao's curved breast. The blinds flattered letting in some light, Aoshi watching Misao take in a deep breath and watched her eyes flatter open to gaze around the room and then finally fall on him.

"Hi…" Misao spoke in a small whispered voice looking up at him in the most adorable state Aoshi had seen her in yet. Aoshi gave Misao a lob-sided grin as he moved further onto the bed, Misao moving a little closer to him because of his weight.

"Hey Misao…" Aoshi spoke back his left hand coming up to brush against Misao's right cheek. She sighed softly, her eyes closing once more before snapping open again as she spoke her question.

"What did I do?" Aoshi stared into slightly worried eyes and leaned forward placing a light kiss on the tip of her nose; Misao's shoulders loosing their tension.

"Nothing Misao, you and Tokio drank a bit too much but nothing embarrassing happened. You two giggled a lot and…that's about it." Misao had turned over by then, moving back against Aoshi, spooning herself against him. Aoshi took in a deep breath, his chest moving tightly against Misao's back and his left leg tangled intimately between Misao's as she trapped him there so he was unable to leave the bed, not that he wanted to anyway. Aoshi rested his head above Misao's, his nose twitching ever so slightly as Misao hair tickled him. He could smell the faint scent of the perfume she wore last night and her hair always smelled of spring flowers.

"You lie…" Misao pouted quietly into his hand that she brushed over her face and lips. Aoshi had tensed slightly behind her, but didn't utter a word as Misao spoke again.

"You paused, so I know there is more and you aren't going to tell me are you? Your going to tease me aren't you?" Misao spoke turning around to face Aoshi her head craning back to look up at him; his leg still trapped between hers. Light fluttered into the room once more, Aoshi staring into pouting eyes and spoke softly once more, his lips brushing softly over Misao's forehead.

"You said I was…a difficult man…" Aoshi closed his eyes hoping to the gods this was enough for Misao. He didn't want to embarrass her even more by stating the other part of what she said. She was drunk and Aoshi didn't want to hear Misao say something like that to him unless she was totally sober and staring up at him with love. Aoshi made a face, mentally smacking himself around for thinking such things. His eyes snapped open, completely forgetting about what he was thinking as Misao's warm hand rested and lightly stroked his cheek.

"Well…you are a difficult man, but only sometimes…" Misao lightly whispered into Aoshi's ear, Aoshi knowing she was blushing but the darkness blocked it from his view making Misao feel better. Aoshi chuckled lightly, pulling Misao into his arms once more and resting his head against hers. They both sighed contently, Misao giggled lightly against his exposed skin, sending a warm shudder through Aoshi's body. How good it felt to wrap his arms around Misao and to have her come willingly into his arms. They fit perfectly against each other; Misao's body although small and lean matched his broader muscular one nicely. Her skin was pearly white with no imperfections and his tanned with a couple of unknown scars on his back and chest. Aoshi brushed one hand through Misao's tangled hair while the other caressed the small of her back.

"You should sleep Misao." Aoshi spoke softly into her hair never getting sick of her sweet smell. Misao nodded her head, Aoshi arching an eyebrow as Misao snuggled closer to him, one arm wrapping around his neck while the other went around his waist.

"Now you can't escape…" Misao whispered tiredly into his ear, her head dropping down and resting it against his chest once more. Aoshi's own eyes began to droop closed, the soft stroking of Misao's fingers on the back of his neck and her hand running up and down his back was sending him to sleep. She was petting him like a pet but Aoshi didn't mind one bit. She caressed her fingers through his hair on the back of his head moving down to the small wisps on his neck near his shoulders and back up again. Aoshi moved slightly, Misao smiling, as she was wide awake only pretending, as it was her turn to watch over him now. She felt as Aoshi moved down, Misao's head lifting up off the pillow and now leaned against the side of Aoshi's head as he nuzzled into the pillow and into her neck and shoulder area. Misao kept up with her 'petting' of Aoshi's hair and the sensual stroking on his back as well. Misao bit her lip, stopping a small moan from escaping her lips as Aoshi pulled her even closer to him, his lips placing an open kiss at the junction of where her neck and left shoulder met. Misao's heart hammered in her chest and her eyes watered when she heard Aoshi's sleepy and very soft voice speak to her with raw emotion that he couldn't say when he was awake.

"I never wanted to escape from you…ever…" Misao couldn't help but let out a small sob and she gasped, her hand flying over her lips as Aoshi lifted his head a smug smile crossing his lips. Aoshi stared down at her with intense eyes.

"I knew you were awake." Misao's hand still was over her mouth, nothing being said as tears slipped down her cheeks. She couldn't put anything past this man! He was just too good and too damn sneaky! Aoshi left hand lifted up, his fingers brushing away her tears. He hadn't meant to make Misao cry, even if they were tears of happiness.

"Iie Misao, don't cry because of me." Aoshi whispered his lips brushing lightly over her eyes, then to her salty cheeks and finally placing a soft kiss on her lips. Misao's hands shook as she locked them behind Aoshi's neck her fingers brushing through his silky hair and returned the kiss shyly. Misao wandered if Aoshi loved the feeling of her being so close just the way she loved having him so close to her. Misao's heart leapt in her chest, her thoughts flying out of her mind when Aoshi began kissing her more passionate. A groan escaped her throat, one of complaint and erotic passion when Aoshi moved away placing light kisses down her neck. Aoshi left hand fisted at the side of Misao's head as he pulled away from her taste and her soft silky skin. He needed to gain back his control and turned Misao away from him and moving closer, his body curving around hers. Misao had already taken his left hand, placing it near her heart so he could feel the heavy beating he created within her. Masculine pride swept through Aoshi at knowing he excited her more then she'd ever felt in her entire life. He knew Misao was disappointed that he'd stopped, as was he but he didn't want to ruin this.

"Did you mean it Aoshi? Do you not want to escape from me?" Misao spoke shyly, her cheeks darkening in colour as she stared over at the dark blank wall. Misao closed her eyes, Aoshi moving impossibly closer, his right arm pillowing her head and his left resting on her hip, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. Aoshi bent his head, his lips brushing over Misao's ear and his long bangs tickled her cheek as he spoke once more.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." Aoshi felt Misao lift his left arm away from her hip and brought it up placing a kiss on the inside and placed it under her face cupping her right cheek.

"Arigatoo…" Misao spoke, her legs tangling with Aoshi's once more making it certain he couldn't get up without waking her. Misao felt the rumbling of Aoshi's chest against her back as he chuckled lightly into her ear. How wonderful that sound was. Misao sighed once more and snuggled in close as Aoshi brought the blankets up and over them.

"Your suppose to be sleeping Misao." Aoshi reprimanded her and Misao responded in an instant.

"I'm not tired but, we can still lay awake and rest like this right? It's…it's nice…and comfortable." Misao whispered once more, Aoshi straining his ears to hear her.

"Hai Misao." Aoshi answered her with a small peck on the cheek and rested his head back down closing his own eyes but not falling asleep. The two of them enjoyed the silence and the way they snuggled together.

"Aoshi do you think Tokio will be okay?" Misao mumbled and Aoshi nodded his head against Misao indicating it to be a yes and that he wanted to go back to the peacefulness that was once in the room. Misao finally complied, turning over again and began 'petting' Aoshi once more.

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(Saitou's Place)

Saitou had been home for at least 20 minutes now. He was only to be called or paged in case of emergencies that were in correspondence with the cases he was investigating. Saitou sat in one of the chairs at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette and looking over a case file. A discarded cup of coffee sat beside him, but the loud footsteps that walked down the hall informed him Tokio was finally awake and he placed down the file when he saw her form turn and her hand came out to brace herself against the doorframe. Saitou's eyebrow rose as Tokio was still sleepy but she walked towards him anyway. He scooted the chair away from the table and couldn't help but watch her hips sway as she walked closer. Tokio was only dressed in her tank top and a pair of purple satin and lace underwear. Saitou blinked down at Tokio in surprise as she knelt on the tiled floor, her arms going around his waist and she placed her head in his lap.

"I couldn't sleep. I wanted you to hold me…" Tokio whispered softly, Saitou watching her cheeks darken in colour. Misao and Tokio were so much like each other it wasn't funny. They both become meek and shy when showing their true feelings towards Saitou and Aoshi. Saitou rose from the chair, Tokio looking up at him with sad eyes, as he said nothing. However seconds passed and Tokio gasped in surprise, Saitou lifting her up like she was a feather and began walking towards the bedroom. Her head rested on his shoulder, her arms around his neck.

"Are you still not feeling well Tokio?" Saitou spoke softly his eyes glancing down at her closed once.

"I'm okay, just tired…" Tokio replied and felt the mattress once more and the blankets as well. Her eyes opened staring into powerful gold ones as Saitou leaned over her, placing a breathtaking kiss on her lips. Tokio whimpered slightly, her hands under the covers, Saitou holding the blankets closed and over her tightly. Saitou moved away, placing a kiss on her warm forehead and lay down beside her curled up on his side. Finally Tokio was able to move and rested on her side snuggling into the arms of her beloved Saitou. He was so strong and so powerful and yet when it came to being with her, he treated her as though she was fine china. Tokio smiled against his chest, her arm wrapping around his waist and the other clutching his shirt near his neck.

"I'm not going anywhere Tokio-chan." Saitou whispered into her hair kissing it softly and heard her sigh once more before she fell blissfully asleep. Saitou too fell asleep moments later, the soft caresses on his back that Tokio was giving him sent him into dreams. Dreams filled of them.

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(Himura Residence)

"Aoshi?"

"Hush!" Aoshi whispered into her ear, Misao's lips turning into a smile, her hands still brushing through his hair and on his back. Aoshi had completely relaxed his muscles. He felt as though Misao turned him into jelly. He didn't want to move, didn't want Misao to leave his embrace.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Misao spoke against him and Aoshi's arm dropped away from her in an instant. Misao giggled, her plan actually working as she rolled over, lying on top of Aoshi now, staring down at him. Misao bent her head, her lips brushing over his once before getting up.

"Just kidding!" Misao spoke moving out of the room and down the stairs to thank Kenshin for making her feel better and not throwing up anymore.

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Aoshi finally came downstairs and heard laughter coming from the backyard. He stepped through the opened doorway and watched as Misao-chan and Misao lay in the grass looking up at the clouds. They pointed at a few, each shouting what they thought they were. Aoshi moved out further and waved at Kenshin and Kaoru who sat together on the porch a small distance away watching over their daughter and Misao. Aoshi moved closer towards the two females lying in the grass and leaned over them. Misao-chan's arms lifted up and shouted her answer first.

"IT'S A BIG UNCLE AOSHI CLOUD!" Aoshi heard laughter coming from Kenshin and Kaoru and giggles escaping both Misao's lips. Aoshi picked Misao-chan up twisting her around in the air as she squealed in sheer delight. Misao sat up watching them still dressed in her pyjamas and watched as Aoshi sat down next to her. They both stared of at Misao-chan's back as she raced off to sit with her parents but watched as they got up and walked inside. Misao and Aoshi sat in the grass looking silently at each and finally Aoshi stood up taking Misao with him as he moved under the shad of the tree and sat down, placing Misao's back against his chest.

"Looks like rain Misao. Do you want to head inside?" Aoshi spoke softly into her ear. Misao shook her head, wrapping Aoshi's arms more tightly around her. She loved the rain, especially if she was sharing it with him. The first drops fell a couple of them dropping on Aoshi's arms but they both sat in the silence enjoying the winter shower and the warmth they shared between them.

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To be continued…

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