Adrenaline rushed through Aoshi's veins; it was his adrenaline that
was the only thing keeping him from falling at the moment. It did not
matter that he was currently sitting, he would have fallen anyway.
He had been sparring with Haru for hours. The Himura's might have given up swordsmanship; however, Haru was very learned in street fighting. At first when she had asked Aoshi if he would practice with her, he had been quite confused. It was not until he remembered that her mother had been a Sagara before a Himura that he understood how she knew street fighting.
"So how do I compare to the great Shinomori?" Haru asked playfully.
"You are incredible!" Aoshi exclaimed through his breath. It was the truth; his head was still spinning from trying to figure out how she had convinced him to come to his home in Kyoto. Then, there was the fact that she had just beaten him up - he would never admit it to anyone - and there was no one that could do that. Well, there was only one other person, but that was why he needed the book so badly.
Aoshi watched as she heaved a great big sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder. His entire body tensed as he realized what he had done. Quickly a blush spread across his face. The only thing saving him from complete embarrassment was that Haru had promptly fallen asleep. Realizing this, Aoshi laughed. Until he had meet Haru, he had never known someone who could fall asleep so fast. But, he also knew that she was an incredibly light sleeper: so rather than wake her, he decided to let her sleep.
Haru's eyes jerked open as her senses were filled with the smell of blood. It was so strong that she could literally taste it. She realized that she was in the guest room at Mr. Shinomori's home where she had been staying for the past month.
"Strange, I must have fallen asleep after sparring with Aoshi. I never fall asleep." Realizing this last fact, Haru's entire senses were put on alert. She closed her eyes listening for the intruder with a religious vigilance. With a slowness that would have tested the patience of Buddha, she reached under her pillow where she kept her sword. It was not long before she heard the foot steps, and they were outside of her room.
He had been sparring with Haru for hours. The Himura's might have given up swordsmanship; however, Haru was very learned in street fighting. At first when she had asked Aoshi if he would practice with her, he had been quite confused. It was not until he remembered that her mother had been a Sagara before a Himura that he understood how she knew street fighting.
"So how do I compare to the great Shinomori?" Haru asked playfully.
"You are incredible!" Aoshi exclaimed through his breath. It was the truth; his head was still spinning from trying to figure out how she had convinced him to come to his home in Kyoto. Then, there was the fact that she had just beaten him up - he would never admit it to anyone - and there was no one that could do that. Well, there was only one other person, but that was why he needed the book so badly.
Aoshi watched as she heaved a great big sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder. His entire body tensed as he realized what he had done. Quickly a blush spread across his face. The only thing saving him from complete embarrassment was that Haru had promptly fallen asleep. Realizing this, Aoshi laughed. Until he had meet Haru, he had never known someone who could fall asleep so fast. But, he also knew that she was an incredibly light sleeper: so rather than wake her, he decided to let her sleep.
Haru's eyes jerked open as her senses were filled with the smell of blood. It was so strong that she could literally taste it. She realized that she was in the guest room at Mr. Shinomori's home where she had been staying for the past month.
"Strange, I must have fallen asleep after sparring with Aoshi. I never fall asleep." Realizing this last fact, Haru's entire senses were put on alert. She closed her eyes listening for the intruder with a religious vigilance. With a slowness that would have tested the patience of Buddha, she reached under her pillow where she kept her sword. It was not long before she heard the foot steps, and they were outside of her room.
