Those number at the beginning of the previous chapter were Aoshi and
Misao's ages. I'm glad people are liking this story and I'll do my best to
update the next chapters as soon as possible. It looks to me as if this is
going to turn into a long fic.
Once again, thanks Moon for pre-reading! You're the best!
Oh, BTW, I don't own RK or Highlander.
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1 Crossover between RK & Highlander
chap. 7 a
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Aoshi looked at the papers in front of him. He had been reading those reports for two hours and, out of the seven people, he already had three who looked suspicious. One of them was a French woman, Theodora Montcreaut, who in the late months had grown immensely stronger than before, having had ten awakenings in the last two and a half months. Another one was Kanou Amora, a Brazilian who had moved to Japan four months before and, even though his finance wasn't the best before, it seemed to have flourished while in Japan and had had seven awakenings in the last two months. The last one was a Japanese, the youngest of them all, Michinaka Shitao.
Aoshi looked at his watch. It was two in the afternoon and he still hadn't seen Misao. When he had returned home, the servants had told him she had already returned, but she hadn't come down to see him. He was eager to see her. The servants had told him she had gone riding and had returned saying she was going to have a bath. But two hours in a bath was too much.
Just when Aoshi was arranging the papers to go see where she was, his door slowly opened. In came Misao wearing a beige skirt, a blue tank top and high heal sandals. She was carrying a tray in her left hand, with two cups and hot tea. She was serving him tea?! Aoshi was sure he would have been looking at her with a stupid face, if it weren't for his control over his facial muscles. She was looking beautiful. She walked slowly towards the table and placed the tray near his hands.
"Hi." Said Misao, handing him his teacup.
"Hello, Misao." Aoshi smelled the tea. Great, she still remembered which was his favorite. "Thank you."
"No sweat." She sat in one of the free chairs and crossed her legs. "So, where were you this morning?"
"I went to my office, to see if any new information was gathered." Answered Aoshi, while taking a sip of the tea. From under his bangs, Aoshi looked closely at her. The light coming from the window lit her face completely, making her skin shine. Her eyes looked like bottomless seas and her hair looked like burning silk. She smiled at him.
"Your office? You have a office?" Aoshi nodded. "And who works there?"
"Some Immortals. They're working on this Watchers thing. They're running over the guest list to find someone who's… suspicious." Aoshi answered.
"Very movie like." Misao said, with a mischievous smile. "So, is there anything you think I should know about this party?"
"Well, apparently they invited me, because I'm the very well known rich Immortal bachelor of this town. You are going as… as my…"
"Your what, Aoshi? Your girlfriend? You can say it, I won't faint" Said Misao, grabbing her teacup and drinking. "And what are we going to do when we get there?"
"Well, we have to be very alert, since we don't know exactly what we're after and we have to observe everyone. This party may very well be the stage of another killing."
"Alright. What about Saitoh and Nicolai?" Aoshi's eyebrow twitched. Just the mere sound of that guy's name made him nervous.
"Saitoh has to stay in Kyoto and I don't think your…friend would be very useful here." Said Aoshi. " My team will be on the outside, in case we need any help."
"And what about that information your team gathered? Anything worth mentioning?" Misao asked, placing her empty cup on the table. Aoshi grabbed the papers and briefed her about the information he had summoned in the last couple of hours. Misao listened and nodded her head a couple of times. After Aoshi was finished, an uncomfortable silence settled inside the room. After two or three minutes, Aoshi cleared his throat.
"I've heard there's a nice jazz club nearby, that has some nice performances. I thought I'd go and check it out. You want to come?" He asked, pacing a little near the table. Misao looked at him, uncrossed her long legs and rose off the ancient chair.
"I'll go and get my coat and then we can go." She placed both cups on the tray and carried it out of the room. Aoshi looked at her and couldn't help but notice the smooth sway of her hips as she walked and the way her damp hair clung to her back, the part the top didn't cover. As Misao was shifting the tray from one hand to another, he noticed a couple of black lines over her high hip, that the top had left uncovered when she had moved. The lines formed a kanji, but he had no time to observe more closely and figure out what it meant. It had to be a tattoo, but he didn't know she had any. It had to have been made before she left or it would have healed. Aoshi couldn't see young Misao having a tattoo on her high hip. He had been trying to squeeze his memory for any tattoo, when Misao returned with a bombazine black coat over her body.
"Ready?" She asked. Aoshi nodded and, after fetching his own coat, they left. Misao followed him over the courtyard to a convertible black Jaguar. She was really dying to make a comment about the "small dick, big car" concept, but thought it through. Maybe if she had a little more confidence with him, but it was still very precarious. Like the gentleman he was, Aoshi held the door opened for her and then walked to his own side. The sports car started running and Misao thought it sounded pretty much like an angry herd trying to be set free. Misao looked at her companion out of the corner of her eye. He really called attention, with his entire appearance, his attitude and this car. She really couldn't understand why he didn't have flocks of girls screaming after him. Well, they were still inside his property, so they couldn't exactly enter, could they?
Aoshi, after a while, placed his dark glasses over his eyes and looked at her. "You don't talk like you used to." He stated. Misao looked at him. What did he expect? Was he hoping she would stay the goofy love puppy she had been? "I've evolved, Aoshi. People end up doing that, after a couple of years." She replied sarcastically.
"I know, but you always look like you have something to say, but you always end up saying very little. I know we haven't seen each other for a long time, but I was hoping we could… well, you know…"
Misao didn't know what he meant, but she didn't ask him either. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. He was hoping they could be friends? Or something more? To be honest with herself, Misao didn't know which one was better… or worse. And, looking from another point of view, did he really expect her to be his best friend out of the blue, after that scene in the Temple and after years of separation? Aoshi seemed to have caught on to her.
"I know we… the four years before you left, had kind of a strange relation-"
"We didn't have any. I brought you tea, Aoshi." Misao cut off his speech. Now she knew for certain; she didn't want to hear that again, not now. What was he going to say? 'If we can stay just friends, we'll be just fine?' After last night and the sleepless hours after it, she didn't know if she could refrain herself. To her utter horror, she had begun to feel some of the same things she felt for him at the Aoiya. How could that be? How could he have such control over her?!
Aoshi didn't attempt any conversation after that, and they arrived at the jazz club in no time. It was still too early for it to be packed, since it was still mid afternoon, but Aoshi parked the car and opened the door for her again. He offered her his arm and then walked over to the black door of the club. The club outside didn't call special attention, one had to know it was there to notice it, since it was small and the flash lights were all very dim. On the inside it was completely different. The tables and chairs were all very classic, of wood and polished stone. The stage was small but very well taken care of, like everything there. The entire thing however had very dim lights and most of the corners were left to the darkness.
"This normally has a packed house, so I came earlier, so we can reserve a table. We don't have to stay here all afternoon, it's still very early. We can go have a walk or something." Aoshi said. When a waiter greeted them, Aoshi reserved one of the tables just in front of the stage and near a small dance floor. After everything was settled, both of them walked out.
"So, now what?" Misao asked, but Aoshi merely shrugged his shoulders. "Look, I haven't eaten a thing after breakfast and I'm kind of hungry. Do you know a place nearby where we can eat?" Aoshi seemed to consider it and, after a small smile, helped her into his car again and they drove off. Misao started to recollect the view after a while and started wondering how Kaoru's Dojo remained. But she soon forgot, when she saw the huge light sign saying 'Akabeto' in big letters. She was rather pleased he had remembered something like that. It was so sweet of him! Misao looked at Aoshi and granted him a huge smile.
The restaurant's building wasn't the same, off course. Some improvements had been made to it, but it was a clear combination between the new and the old. As they entered, a waiter wearing almost the same uniform as Tae came to them.
"Good afternoon. Table for two?" She asked, with a large smile. Aoshi nodded and she took them to a small table near a window that had a view to a small garden in the back of the building. Aoshi helped her take her coat off and then took his own.
"This place is really nice in the summer. They have a small number of tables in the garden and it's very quiet and agreeing. They have a wall of photos, you know?" Aoshi said, sitting across her. "The first time I looked at it, I found a photo of Tae with Kaoru and Tsubame. I wanted to buy the photo, but they don't sell them."
"I've got to go and see it, after we're finished. It's really sweet of them to have such old photos! Thank you for bringing me here."
"You would've remembered it sooner or later and I wanted to give you a surprise." Aoshi looked over his menu. "What are you having?"
"Sushi. I haven't had a real one for ages! You should try one in Paris, it's kind of funny of them to call that sushi." Misao said, dropping the menu.
"I guess a Japanese hand does matter, un?" He called the waiter and ordered for them. "Have you tried Russian food? Well the actual food is quite good, although different, but they make you drink vodka with everything! Before the meal, during the meal and after the meal. And, if you're lucky, between meals."
"Out of all the European foods I've had, Greek's my personal favorite. To think I only found out olives existed when I was… what? Thirty or something! I like it a lot and it's quite healthy."
The afternoon went on by like the wind and, when they looked at the time it was already nine.
"Well, not that I like getting out of a restaurant and into a pub, but we better go." Aoshi said, paying for the meal. They grabbed their coats and left in a hurry. Aoshi placed his right hand in the small of her back and pulled her lightly in the car's direction. It took them five minutes to get there and Misao could already see a line of people outside the restaurant. Aoshi led her to the front door's waiter and after a while they were sitting at their table. A tall and very bony woman was on stage, singing a slow jazz song with a piano executing the accompaniment. Aoshi choose a bottle of wine, while Misao listened to the song's lyrics.
"Why can't
why can't we forget
the ones that have already
already let go?
When time comes
comes to a stop
what will there be?
Just a life…
A life that wasn't what we wished for,
A life that is made
Made of them…
The ones that have already
Already let go."
She had a nice voice, Misao thought. While looking around she saw everyone looking at a small paper and saw that they had one too. Misao picked it up and it turned out to be the list of all those who would be performing that night.
"So, what's the woman's name?" Aoshi asked, leaning a bit to her direction, trying to see the name.
"Mikado Yuki. I like her." Aoshi nodded his agreement and tasted the wine when it came. The waiter placed a small paper with the amount they had to pay on the way out on the table. "Kami, Aoshi! This wine bottle is worth more than my first apartment!" She said, exaggerating a bit. Aoshi served her one glass and placed it right in front of her.
"Taste it and you'll see why it's so expensive. This place is one of the few that serves this kind." Misao took a tiny sip. It really was fantastic! She didn't remember having had one so good like that in some time.
"I remember having one similar to this one in London, a long time ago." She said while the taste of the rich liquid still ran in her mouth.
"It's possible. This is wine from Portugal. They have great wine. England has always had a history with Portugal's wine, I think." Aoshi said, before having another sip.
"While I was in France, I drank French wine most of the time."
"This is quite expensive, because it comes directly from Portugal, and this year was quite a catch for them. Last year I bought an entire stock, but it's gone now. I found it quite soothing."
"Well, I find it addictive. If I don't control myself, I'll end up drunk." Misao joked and Aoshi granted her a small smile for her attempt.
"That's alright, I'll get you home safe, Misao." He said, looking at her intently. Misao after that look, didn't know if HE would get safe home. She looked at the stage, trying to hide her blush and her thoughts. The pianist was now playing his solo and the dance floor had already two or three couples dancing. Misao moved her hand to grab her glass, but it touched his hand that was placed nearby. Her blush became even bigger and her entire hand and arm became hot. She saw his own eyes divert to their hands, but he looked away almost immediately. She took an even bigger sip then she intended, but made no case of it. Until, of course, she had already drunk four glasses and Aoshi started filling her fifth.
Even if her body had the capacity of healing itself, it needed some time to do it and Misao wasn't used to so much alcohol in her blood. So, after some time, her eyesight became dizzy and the lights seemed a bit happier than when she had first seen them. Just then, Aoshi grabbed her hand.
"Want to dance?" He asked, already rising from his chair. Misao didn't know if she could handle being pressed to his body and handle a slow dance, with her brain drowning in Portuguese wine. Damn him!
"Why not?" She answered, to her horror. Now she knew for certain; her hormones had taken over, and her reason had been taken hostage. She wasn't safe. Well, actually, he wasn't safe. Only God knew what Misao could do, when her hormones were handling her romantic affairs.
Aoshi led her to the dance floor and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his muscled chest against hers, his arms around her, his thighs touching her and his head over her.
"This is going to be such a long night." She whispered, without knowing.
"Did you say something, Misao?" Aoshi asked, raising his head.
"No, no, no."
Oh boy…
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Thanks for reading everyone! Please feel free to comment, okay? The date will go on the next par of chapter 7, don't miss it. In the meantime I'll try and figure out what that tattoo says. Kidding, I already know!
JA!
MaRiAnA
P.s.: Was Aoshi trying to get Misao drunk? Well, that I still don't know. We'll all have to wait for the next chapter!
Once again, thanks Moon for pre-reading! You're the best!
Oh, BTW, I don't own RK or Highlander.
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1 Crossover between RK & Highlander
chap. 7 a
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Aoshi looked at the papers in front of him. He had been reading those reports for two hours and, out of the seven people, he already had three who looked suspicious. One of them was a French woman, Theodora Montcreaut, who in the late months had grown immensely stronger than before, having had ten awakenings in the last two and a half months. Another one was Kanou Amora, a Brazilian who had moved to Japan four months before and, even though his finance wasn't the best before, it seemed to have flourished while in Japan and had had seven awakenings in the last two months. The last one was a Japanese, the youngest of them all, Michinaka Shitao.
Aoshi looked at his watch. It was two in the afternoon and he still hadn't seen Misao. When he had returned home, the servants had told him she had already returned, but she hadn't come down to see him. He was eager to see her. The servants had told him she had gone riding and had returned saying she was going to have a bath. But two hours in a bath was too much.
Just when Aoshi was arranging the papers to go see where she was, his door slowly opened. In came Misao wearing a beige skirt, a blue tank top and high heal sandals. She was carrying a tray in her left hand, with two cups and hot tea. She was serving him tea?! Aoshi was sure he would have been looking at her with a stupid face, if it weren't for his control over his facial muscles. She was looking beautiful. She walked slowly towards the table and placed the tray near his hands.
"Hi." Said Misao, handing him his teacup.
"Hello, Misao." Aoshi smelled the tea. Great, she still remembered which was his favorite. "Thank you."
"No sweat." She sat in one of the free chairs and crossed her legs. "So, where were you this morning?"
"I went to my office, to see if any new information was gathered." Answered Aoshi, while taking a sip of the tea. From under his bangs, Aoshi looked closely at her. The light coming from the window lit her face completely, making her skin shine. Her eyes looked like bottomless seas and her hair looked like burning silk. She smiled at him.
"Your office? You have a office?" Aoshi nodded. "And who works there?"
"Some Immortals. They're working on this Watchers thing. They're running over the guest list to find someone who's… suspicious." Aoshi answered.
"Very movie like." Misao said, with a mischievous smile. "So, is there anything you think I should know about this party?"
"Well, apparently they invited me, because I'm the very well known rich Immortal bachelor of this town. You are going as… as my…"
"Your what, Aoshi? Your girlfriend? You can say it, I won't faint" Said Misao, grabbing her teacup and drinking. "And what are we going to do when we get there?"
"Well, we have to be very alert, since we don't know exactly what we're after and we have to observe everyone. This party may very well be the stage of another killing."
"Alright. What about Saitoh and Nicolai?" Aoshi's eyebrow twitched. Just the mere sound of that guy's name made him nervous.
"Saitoh has to stay in Kyoto and I don't think your…friend would be very useful here." Said Aoshi. " My team will be on the outside, in case we need any help."
"And what about that information your team gathered? Anything worth mentioning?" Misao asked, placing her empty cup on the table. Aoshi grabbed the papers and briefed her about the information he had summoned in the last couple of hours. Misao listened and nodded her head a couple of times. After Aoshi was finished, an uncomfortable silence settled inside the room. After two or three minutes, Aoshi cleared his throat.
"I've heard there's a nice jazz club nearby, that has some nice performances. I thought I'd go and check it out. You want to come?" He asked, pacing a little near the table. Misao looked at him, uncrossed her long legs and rose off the ancient chair.
"I'll go and get my coat and then we can go." She placed both cups on the tray and carried it out of the room. Aoshi looked at her and couldn't help but notice the smooth sway of her hips as she walked and the way her damp hair clung to her back, the part the top didn't cover. As Misao was shifting the tray from one hand to another, he noticed a couple of black lines over her high hip, that the top had left uncovered when she had moved. The lines formed a kanji, but he had no time to observe more closely and figure out what it meant. It had to be a tattoo, but he didn't know she had any. It had to have been made before she left or it would have healed. Aoshi couldn't see young Misao having a tattoo on her high hip. He had been trying to squeeze his memory for any tattoo, when Misao returned with a bombazine black coat over her body.
"Ready?" She asked. Aoshi nodded and, after fetching his own coat, they left. Misao followed him over the courtyard to a convertible black Jaguar. She was really dying to make a comment about the "small dick, big car" concept, but thought it through. Maybe if she had a little more confidence with him, but it was still very precarious. Like the gentleman he was, Aoshi held the door opened for her and then walked to his own side. The sports car started running and Misao thought it sounded pretty much like an angry herd trying to be set free. Misao looked at her companion out of the corner of her eye. He really called attention, with his entire appearance, his attitude and this car. She really couldn't understand why he didn't have flocks of girls screaming after him. Well, they were still inside his property, so they couldn't exactly enter, could they?
Aoshi, after a while, placed his dark glasses over his eyes and looked at her. "You don't talk like you used to." He stated. Misao looked at him. What did he expect? Was he hoping she would stay the goofy love puppy she had been? "I've evolved, Aoshi. People end up doing that, after a couple of years." She replied sarcastically.
"I know, but you always look like you have something to say, but you always end up saying very little. I know we haven't seen each other for a long time, but I was hoping we could… well, you know…"
Misao didn't know what he meant, but she didn't ask him either. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. He was hoping they could be friends? Or something more? To be honest with herself, Misao didn't know which one was better… or worse. And, looking from another point of view, did he really expect her to be his best friend out of the blue, after that scene in the Temple and after years of separation? Aoshi seemed to have caught on to her.
"I know we… the four years before you left, had kind of a strange relation-"
"We didn't have any. I brought you tea, Aoshi." Misao cut off his speech. Now she knew for certain; she didn't want to hear that again, not now. What was he going to say? 'If we can stay just friends, we'll be just fine?' After last night and the sleepless hours after it, she didn't know if she could refrain herself. To her utter horror, she had begun to feel some of the same things she felt for him at the Aoiya. How could that be? How could he have such control over her?!
Aoshi didn't attempt any conversation after that, and they arrived at the jazz club in no time. It was still too early for it to be packed, since it was still mid afternoon, but Aoshi parked the car and opened the door for her again. He offered her his arm and then walked over to the black door of the club. The club outside didn't call special attention, one had to know it was there to notice it, since it was small and the flash lights were all very dim. On the inside it was completely different. The tables and chairs were all very classic, of wood and polished stone. The stage was small but very well taken care of, like everything there. The entire thing however had very dim lights and most of the corners were left to the darkness.
"This normally has a packed house, so I came earlier, so we can reserve a table. We don't have to stay here all afternoon, it's still very early. We can go have a walk or something." Aoshi said. When a waiter greeted them, Aoshi reserved one of the tables just in front of the stage and near a small dance floor. After everything was settled, both of them walked out.
"So, now what?" Misao asked, but Aoshi merely shrugged his shoulders. "Look, I haven't eaten a thing after breakfast and I'm kind of hungry. Do you know a place nearby where we can eat?" Aoshi seemed to consider it and, after a small smile, helped her into his car again and they drove off. Misao started to recollect the view after a while and started wondering how Kaoru's Dojo remained. But she soon forgot, when she saw the huge light sign saying 'Akabeto' in big letters. She was rather pleased he had remembered something like that. It was so sweet of him! Misao looked at Aoshi and granted him a huge smile.
The restaurant's building wasn't the same, off course. Some improvements had been made to it, but it was a clear combination between the new and the old. As they entered, a waiter wearing almost the same uniform as Tae came to them.
"Good afternoon. Table for two?" She asked, with a large smile. Aoshi nodded and she took them to a small table near a window that had a view to a small garden in the back of the building. Aoshi helped her take her coat off and then took his own.
"This place is really nice in the summer. They have a small number of tables in the garden and it's very quiet and agreeing. They have a wall of photos, you know?" Aoshi said, sitting across her. "The first time I looked at it, I found a photo of Tae with Kaoru and Tsubame. I wanted to buy the photo, but they don't sell them."
"I've got to go and see it, after we're finished. It's really sweet of them to have such old photos! Thank you for bringing me here."
"You would've remembered it sooner or later and I wanted to give you a surprise." Aoshi looked over his menu. "What are you having?"
"Sushi. I haven't had a real one for ages! You should try one in Paris, it's kind of funny of them to call that sushi." Misao said, dropping the menu.
"I guess a Japanese hand does matter, un?" He called the waiter and ordered for them. "Have you tried Russian food? Well the actual food is quite good, although different, but they make you drink vodka with everything! Before the meal, during the meal and after the meal. And, if you're lucky, between meals."
"Out of all the European foods I've had, Greek's my personal favorite. To think I only found out olives existed when I was… what? Thirty or something! I like it a lot and it's quite healthy."
The afternoon went on by like the wind and, when they looked at the time it was already nine.
"Well, not that I like getting out of a restaurant and into a pub, but we better go." Aoshi said, paying for the meal. They grabbed their coats and left in a hurry. Aoshi placed his right hand in the small of her back and pulled her lightly in the car's direction. It took them five minutes to get there and Misao could already see a line of people outside the restaurant. Aoshi led her to the front door's waiter and after a while they were sitting at their table. A tall and very bony woman was on stage, singing a slow jazz song with a piano executing the accompaniment. Aoshi choose a bottle of wine, while Misao listened to the song's lyrics.
"Why can't
why can't we forget
the ones that have already
already let go?
When time comes
comes to a stop
what will there be?
Just a life…
A life that wasn't what we wished for,
A life that is made
Made of them…
The ones that have already
Already let go."
She had a nice voice, Misao thought. While looking around she saw everyone looking at a small paper and saw that they had one too. Misao picked it up and it turned out to be the list of all those who would be performing that night.
"So, what's the woman's name?" Aoshi asked, leaning a bit to her direction, trying to see the name.
"Mikado Yuki. I like her." Aoshi nodded his agreement and tasted the wine when it came. The waiter placed a small paper with the amount they had to pay on the way out on the table. "Kami, Aoshi! This wine bottle is worth more than my first apartment!" She said, exaggerating a bit. Aoshi served her one glass and placed it right in front of her.
"Taste it and you'll see why it's so expensive. This place is one of the few that serves this kind." Misao took a tiny sip. It really was fantastic! She didn't remember having had one so good like that in some time.
"I remember having one similar to this one in London, a long time ago." She said while the taste of the rich liquid still ran in her mouth.
"It's possible. This is wine from Portugal. They have great wine. England has always had a history with Portugal's wine, I think." Aoshi said, before having another sip.
"While I was in France, I drank French wine most of the time."
"This is quite expensive, because it comes directly from Portugal, and this year was quite a catch for them. Last year I bought an entire stock, but it's gone now. I found it quite soothing."
"Well, I find it addictive. If I don't control myself, I'll end up drunk." Misao joked and Aoshi granted her a small smile for her attempt.
"That's alright, I'll get you home safe, Misao." He said, looking at her intently. Misao after that look, didn't know if HE would get safe home. She looked at the stage, trying to hide her blush and her thoughts. The pianist was now playing his solo and the dance floor had already two or three couples dancing. Misao moved her hand to grab her glass, but it touched his hand that was placed nearby. Her blush became even bigger and her entire hand and arm became hot. She saw his own eyes divert to their hands, but he looked away almost immediately. She took an even bigger sip then she intended, but made no case of it. Until, of course, she had already drunk four glasses and Aoshi started filling her fifth.
Even if her body had the capacity of healing itself, it needed some time to do it and Misao wasn't used to so much alcohol in her blood. So, after some time, her eyesight became dizzy and the lights seemed a bit happier than when she had first seen them. Just then, Aoshi grabbed her hand.
"Want to dance?" He asked, already rising from his chair. Misao didn't know if she could handle being pressed to his body and handle a slow dance, with her brain drowning in Portuguese wine. Damn him!
"Why not?" She answered, to her horror. Now she knew for certain; her hormones had taken over, and her reason had been taken hostage. She wasn't safe. Well, actually, he wasn't safe. Only God knew what Misao could do, when her hormones were handling her romantic affairs.
Aoshi led her to the dance floor and placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his muscled chest against hers, his arms around her, his thighs touching her and his head over her.
"This is going to be such a long night." She whispered, without knowing.
"Did you say something, Misao?" Aoshi asked, raising his head.
"No, no, no."
Oh boy…
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Thanks for reading everyone! Please feel free to comment, okay? The date will go on the next par of chapter 7, don't miss it. In the meantime I'll try and figure out what that tattoo says. Kidding, I already know!
JA!
MaRiAnA
P.s.: Was Aoshi trying to get Misao drunk? Well, that I still don't know. We'll all have to wait for the next chapter!