Disclaimers: Look, I am just a dumb human kid who is a great fan of rurouni
kenshin, so great, that I write a fanfic on them. So don't sue me, because
I am not smart enough to create them, I am just a dumb POOR human kid okay?
Chapter One
"Mou! Okon, why do I have to wear a kimono today?" Misao screamed as she darted from the bathhouse, in attempt to escape from a panting Okon.
" Dattara, today the Daidouji's wedding banquet would be held here." Okon explained patiently, catching her breath.
" No way am I going to wear a kimono." Misao said, stamping her foot while glaring at the kimono in Okon's hand.
"Demo, you can't wear your ninja attire. Besides, everyone has to wear formal attire." Okon said exasperatedly.
"Even Aoshi-sama?" Misao said staring at Okon while backing away from the advancing Okon.
"Hai, Misao." Misao froze in horror as she felt light soft cotton against her back and the rest of her barely clothed body. Her eyes slowly traveled up the slight muscular torso, passing the fair strong, angular jaw to meet Aoshi's expressionless eyes, staring at her silently from under the cover of ebony-like hair. They were so close in contact with each other, they both could feel the heat radiating from the other, their breathing equally shallow. The moment seemed to pass like forever; time seemed to stop as they stared in to the other's eyes, lost in a world of their own. Then Misao jolted back to reality. Pushing away from Aoshi, she snatched the kimono from Okon's hand covering her exposed form while blushing prettily.
"Gomen nasai Aoshi-sama!" Misao squealed, running to her room, nearly flinging her shoji door of its hinges, burying herself in her futon. * Baka Misao! Totemo baka ya no!! * Misao scolded herself silently, the previous scene playing before her eyes, her face flushing bright pink when she remembered the feeling of Aoshi-sama wrapped around her, causing her to tingle all over with ecstasy. His scent still clung around her, making her shiver with pleasure. Then she remembered the kimono in her hands. Laying it out on the floor, she admired its design. It was shimmering ivory-white, with ice-blue sakura petals on it, complete with silver-purple trimmings at the edges. Sighing softly, she slipped into the kimono, smiling silently as she sensed Okon watching her through a small hole in the shoji, and Aoshi's presence behind Okon, his eyes shut tight. Kunai's flew out of Misao's room, missing Okon by millimeters.
"No peeping Okon no hentai!"
Jap. Translations:
Dattara: Because
Demo: But
Hai: Yes
Gomen nasai: Sorry
Baka Misao, totemo baka ya no: Stupid Misao, real stupid.
Hentai: Pervert
Chapter One
"Mou! Okon, why do I have to wear a kimono today?" Misao screamed as she darted from the bathhouse, in attempt to escape from a panting Okon.
" Dattara, today the Daidouji's wedding banquet would be held here." Okon explained patiently, catching her breath.
" No way am I going to wear a kimono." Misao said, stamping her foot while glaring at the kimono in Okon's hand.
"Demo, you can't wear your ninja attire. Besides, everyone has to wear formal attire." Okon said exasperatedly.
"Even Aoshi-sama?" Misao said staring at Okon while backing away from the advancing Okon.
"Hai, Misao." Misao froze in horror as she felt light soft cotton against her back and the rest of her barely clothed body. Her eyes slowly traveled up the slight muscular torso, passing the fair strong, angular jaw to meet Aoshi's expressionless eyes, staring at her silently from under the cover of ebony-like hair. They were so close in contact with each other, they both could feel the heat radiating from the other, their breathing equally shallow. The moment seemed to pass like forever; time seemed to stop as they stared in to the other's eyes, lost in a world of their own. Then Misao jolted back to reality. Pushing away from Aoshi, she snatched the kimono from Okon's hand covering her exposed form while blushing prettily.
"Gomen nasai Aoshi-sama!" Misao squealed, running to her room, nearly flinging her shoji door of its hinges, burying herself in her futon. * Baka Misao! Totemo baka ya no!! * Misao scolded herself silently, the previous scene playing before her eyes, her face flushing bright pink when she remembered the feeling of Aoshi-sama wrapped around her, causing her to tingle all over with ecstasy. His scent still clung around her, making her shiver with pleasure. Then she remembered the kimono in her hands. Laying it out on the floor, she admired its design. It was shimmering ivory-white, with ice-blue sakura petals on it, complete with silver-purple trimmings at the edges. Sighing softly, she slipped into the kimono, smiling silently as she sensed Okon watching her through a small hole in the shoji, and Aoshi's presence behind Okon, his eyes shut tight. Kunai's flew out of Misao's room, missing Okon by millimeters.
"No peeping Okon no hentai!"
Jap. Translations:
Dattara: Because
Demo: But
Hai: Yes
Gomen nasai: Sorry
Baka Misao, totemo baka ya no: Stupid Misao, real stupid.
Hentai: Pervert