Chapter 13
Disclaimer- I'm lazy so usual disclaimers apply
A.N- Hehehehe I soooooo glad everybody liked my phases of a drunken Misao! Ain't she so cute? Aoshi has definitely got his hands full in this chappie! Lots of AxM and KxK this chapter!!!!!
~*~*~
This was just not Aoshi's night. Nope, first off a 19 year-old smart mouth bassist told him off and now he has to deal with a drunken Misao in a rage. It which was not simple task. And he thought she was bad when she had temper tantrums at age six. Boy was he wrong. Right at this moment she was flung over his shoulder screaming bloody murder and beating his back with her tiny fists. He was never ever going to let Misao touch a drop of liquor again, as long as lived after having to deal with this. Aoshi prayed to Kami-sama that nobody got into the elevator with them and face Misao's wrath too, and his utter embarassment but unfortunately it just wasn't Aoshi's night.
~*~*~
Poor Mr. Boshida the terribly depressed and sex deprived next-door neighbour had gone out to pick up some of his "magazines" and now unluckily enough had to share an elevator with the two.
He stood there in squatty awkward silence as he watched his rather stoic neighbour stood there cool as a cucumber with a small spitfire on his shoulder cursing him with all her might. Poor Mr. Boshida was sickly envious of his good-looking, successful neighbour Shinomori Aoshi and desperately wished that he too had a pretty drunken little thing cursing him. He couldn't help but stare at her and the exposed cleavage that her position had made for her. The drunken pretty little thing soon realized his stare on her and quickly screamed,
"HEY HENTAI!!! TAKE A PICTURE IT'LL LAST YOU LONGER!" Poor Mr. Boshida went bright red in embarrassment and stuttered trying to say he wasn't like that when really inside he was berating himself for not bringing his camera
"Misao." Shinomori said in his most stern voice and then turning to Poor Mr. Boshida apologized,
"I'm very sorry Boshida-san, she isn't quite herself tonight." This only secured Poor Mr. Boshida's avid dislike for Shinomori, for he always knew the right thing to say and never got embarrassed, and always had beautiful young women throwing themselves at him.
"It-it's q-quite alright Shinomori-san." He stuttered.
"AOSHI-SAMA WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT HIS MOTHER DIDN'T TEACH HIM NOT TO STARE!" At this statement pure jealousy boiled in Poor Mr. Boshida's brittle bones, no drunken pretty little things ever called HIM lord.
"Misao." Shinomori warned again. The pretty girl only frowned and started pouting.
"Aoshi-sama! You're always doing that! I'm Eighteen- no wait- almost nineteen years old! You're always telling me "Misao don't climb that tree!" "Misao don't play your music so loud!" "Misao don't drink!" "Misao don't harass that horny little man with the dirty magazines!" It's always don't with you!" Mr. Boshida blushed brightly at her comment.
"Misao."
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN! DO YOU EVER THINK OF ANYTHING ORIGINAL TO SAY?"
"Misao."
"UGH! YOUR INSUFFERABLE!"
Once again Poor Mr. Boshida was gripped by pure envy and jealousy, he wished he had Eighteen-no wait- almost nineteen-year-old girlfriend who thought he was insufferable.
By that time the doors of the elevator had slid open and Poor Mr. Boshida trudged dejectedly in the opposite way of the Stoic, handsome, well off young man, with the drunk exuberant young woman over his shoulder. Poor Mr. Boshida was still filled with depressing jealousy when he went to his lonely apartment to look at his dirty magazines.
~*~*~
'That was embarassing' Thought Aoshi as he fumbled trying to get his keys in the door while balancing the fuming woman. Well it could have been a lot worse, it could have been someone else, than that shut in, Poor Mr. Boshida, of course Aoshi was tempted to kick the crap out of the little man because the way he was staring at Misao, but unfortunately he had the job of restraining Misao restricting him from doing so.
The door swung open revealing a very clean chic apartment that was soon to be destroyed by a rampaging Misao. Then it occurred to Aoshi that Misao had gone suddenly quiet.
Aoshi gently slipped her off his shoulder and set her feet to the floor. Misao stood in front of him, rather calm with dull eyes.
"Misao?" Misao looked up dazedly, body swaying back and fourth at the cause of her drunken state.
"Aoshi-sama, where's the bathroom?" She asked in a hush.
"Down the hall and too the right." And off she went. Aoshi winced at the first gag. He knew he should be in there making holding back her hair or something, so slowly he made his way to the washroom. With hesitance he pushed open the white door on to see Misao "worshipping the porcelain throne" so to speak. Yep, it definitely was not Aoshi's night at all. He gently put his hands on Misao's head and pulled back the locks that were in the line of fire, noting subconsciously how soft her hair felt. It seemed like an eternity before her heaving subsided into short little coughs and then there was that fateful relieving flush. Misao hovered above the toilet in fear of having to go through the process again and Aoshi offered her one of his fluffy pure white towels to the side of her head.
After Misao cleaned herself up and washed her mouth out, she turned towards Aoshi and promptly collapsed in his arms, to his shock and alarm.
"Misao" He tapped her lightly on the cheek, to this Misao responded,
"Five more minutes." Aoshi almost smirked and proceeded to pick Misao up, yet again, and put her in bed. Looks like it was the couch for Aoshi tonight.
~*~*~
Tonight was definitely Kenshin's night. Not only did he get to save the girl of his dreams and play hero, but he also got to get a cup of coffee with her. Sure, this might not seem like a lot but for the timid Kenshin it was.
He watched her eyes sparkle as she laughed at the funny story about his college days with Sano, he watched her lips smirk into a sultry smile when she teased him and her forehead crinkle in amused anger when he teased her back. She blushed prettily as she told him her embarrassing stories of her escapades with Megumi and played with the rim of her coffee mug.
"SO, Kenshin how did you learn how to do what you did tonight with those to drunken slobs?" She leant forward, elbows propping up her head in curiosity.
"My Uncle taught me." He put simply. Kaoru sat up.
"So what did he teach you? I want details Kenshin! Don't go all mister mysterious on me!"
" He taught me mainly kendo.ano I don't know much else to say about it." He shrugged, trying to get off the subject that had made a rather large mark on his life.
"Hmm Okay, how about you tell me about your family?" She asked trying to learn more about her beautiful stranger. Unfortunately Kaoru picked a bad subject to broach upon. Kenshin immediately frowned at hearing the question.
" It's just my Uncle and I, my parents died a long time ago." He said lowering his head so his scarlet bangs could cover his hurt face. Kenshin immediately felt a warm hand on his own. He looked up in shock, to see Kaoru's lovely face smiling tenderly at him.
"I'm so sorry Kenshin. It must have been so hard for you." She said rubbing her thumb up and down of his hand, making a spike of electricity shoot up his spine.
"Its okay, arigatou gozaimasu for your caring." He spoke softly, Kaoru's smile widened and her eyes twinkled.
"Anytime Kenshin." She spoke with all the tenderness she could compel. She looked at her hand on his and wondered how the devil it got over there, as she pondered over that, Kenshin's digital watch caught her eye.
"IS THAT THE TIME?" She cried jumping back. It was nearly three in the morning.
"Hai, Kaoru-dono, I suppose I should be getting you home."
And with that they exited the cozy little coffee shop on the corner and head towards Kenshin's car.
Kaoru decided she would go to her family's house because she wasn't quite moved in as of yet, so she had to direct Kenshin on how to get there, making him drive the long way, her evil plotting mind trying to scrounge some more time with him. She tried her best to cover her massive yawn with her dainty hand, but too no avail, adrenaline from her performance had dissipated like steam into air and was aptly replaced with lethargy. Kenshin watched this with unhindered adoration, 'She's so cute' he thought warmly. Kaoru's eyes became heavy and much to Kenshin's surprise and delight she ended up cuddling up to his arm. Kenshin could feel his heart trying to flutter out of his rib cage like a butterfly caught in a jar. She was so close, so close that he could smell her sicky sweet shampoo and her beautiful jasmine scented perfume. This was like heaven on earth, unfortunately his encounter with the divine was short lived as he regretfully pulled up her drive way. Kaoru felt the car jostle and stretched like a cat.
"Mou! Are we here already?" She pouted, and then her eyes widened as she realized at what she just said and the fact she was glomped onto Kenshin's arm.
"Looks like." He replied softly with a mournful hitch in his voice, he didn't want this night to end, "Come on Kaoru-dono I'll walk you to your door."
Each of them made sure to make the voyage painfully slow so neither could be out of each other's company, but even at that pace they found themselves all too soon at Kaoru's front door giving their goodnights.
"Thank you for rescuing me from those two drunks." Kaoru said trying to delay the inevitability fast approaching.
"Anytime Kaoru-dono." He smiled then something occurred to him, "Did I tell how wonderful you were tonight?"
"Really? You liked my song? That means a lot to me Kenshin." Kaoru she spoke in a soft hush.
"If you wrote and sang it, how could I not like it?" He replied watching Kaoru's gorgeously expressive blue eyes flare in the faint light. There was silence, and almost instinctively Kenshin began to lean down as Kaoru tilted her head up. As their lips drew nearer, Kenshin could hear his own heart pounding in his ears, it was only a few more inches before he would experience heaven. Just an inch away before his lips met her luscious ones. They were just a breath apart when.
"Kaoru?" A voice asked, both Kenshin and Kaoru jumped apart in surprise and looked in the direction of the now open door. Kaoru regained her senses, recognizing the man standing in the door and smiled weakly,
"Hi daddy."
Kenshin immediately winced at the title she gave to the man at the door. Kenshin was in for a world of hurt.
~*~*~
Misao was in a world of hurt. Her head pounded, her eyes burned at the light, her stomach churned and her mouth felt like the Sahara.
"Never again." She mumbled in repentance. Misao felt like crap and began to cocoon herself in the wonderfully soft duvet, knowing that Kai would soon bound in telling her in a disturbingly peppy sing song voice to rise and shine. Misao burrowed deeper. She didn't remember her bed being this big and soft before. Misao's eyes shot open. This wasn't her bed! She sat up and observed her surroundings. This wasn't even her room! The events of last night suddenly came flooding in like the Hoover dam had just busted open.
"Oh Kami-sama no" Misao cried out burying her head in her hands.
What did Aoshi-sama think of her now? Was he utterly disgusted? Or worse disappointed in her? Disappointing Aoshi had always been one of Misao's biggest phobias.
Oh the horror of it all. She remembered harassing that poor little man who stared at her funny, her cheeks burned.
"Shoot me now!" She cried into the down filled pillow. Then another realization hit her aching head. She was in Aoshi's apartment, she was in his bedroom, in his bed. She paused for a moment. A grin pulled across her face and she squealed with delight into AOSHI's pillow. This was to good to be true.
"I really should drink more." She thought in glee at the wonderful circumstances she found herself in when she had awoken.
* Misao had gotten up, deciding to take full advantage of her situation and explore Aoshi's native habitat.
She walked down the stairs seeing that there was no Aoshi in question present. She made her way into the state of the art kitchen where, there a note sat saying
'Misao, Gone to the gym, be back soon, Aoshi' Misao frowned; Aoshi-sama was never one for words even in letters. But the note made an image pop into the weasely section of Misao's foggy head. Aoshi + Gym = Sweaty Aoshi. Misao's cheeks flared at the scandalous thought and berated herself for thinking such things, enjoyable as they were.
'Naughty Misao!' She giggled at herself. Then something better than the imagined sweaty Aoshi caught her eye. Aoshi's stereo system. And like everything else in the lofty apartment it was state of the art.
'I definitely should get drunk more often.' She grinned mischievously.
~*~*~
Aoshi, whipped the perspiration lining his brow with his towel. He was a bit concerned about leaving Misao alone. But, remembering how she slept like a log as a kid and the fact that she was drunk, she would most likely be still fast asleep, sprawled out in his bed snoring peaceful. Misao was always so adorable when she slept, Aoshi thought with nostalgia. She would always insist on him to read her a story and fall asleep half way through. Maybe, just maybe he would check in on her when he got back.
The moment Aoshi put his key in the door he knew something was not how it should be and heard someone singing.
Met a girl in LA The million dollar kind She was all for all or nothing
She was open all the time
but when I called her number
her mother's on the line sayin'
you've no business
as God's my witness
with a child as young as mine
Aoshi open the door and his eyes almost widened in shock at the sight he saw. There was Misao with his headphones on, dancing around, in his robe and to his critical eye only his robe. She was singing:
so make sure that she's old enough
before you blow your mind
she may look like she knows enough
but look her in the eye
and if so
let her go
you'll let her down in style
He observed her insanely long, glossy legs moving her around his shiny hardwood floors. As his eyes moved up, he caught sight of the black cotton robe gaping open revealing her smooth white skin and the little cleavage she had developed during his absence, and then there was her hair, released from her usually braid, hanging down her back, tossed wildly around as she danced and sang. Any other man would have gaped at Misao's display of innocent sexuality, but this was Aoshi was we are talking about. He stood rigid. And listened to the rather suiting lyrics to the song that she sang
met a girl in Paris
she talked like Vera Lynn
and her eyes were filled with dewdrop
the moment I walked in
she was awfully nice
the kind that likes to win
but if I'd been wiser
a whole lot wiser
then I might have thought again
But, before he could hear on, Misao's eyes opened in his direction and she let out a large gasp of horror, face flushing with pure unadulterated embarrassment, and she managed to say meekly,
"Good morning Aoshi-sama."
TBC
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MUWAHAHAHAHA! That's what Aoshi gets for leaving an idle Misao alone in his apartment! I was sooooooooooo evil to everyone in this chapter! Oh man is Kenshin in for it or what! Did anybody see that coming? Most likely! AHAHAHA, and Poor Mr.Boshida! Just some fun character I made up! Ain't he great? And poor Misao and Aoshi! AHAHAHA as u can tell I'm on a laughing high from my own evil writing genius! *Sigh* wipes tear from eye. Okay next chappy I think I'll do Sano's birthday! Boy I have a plan for him! Muwahahaha! Oh and just a little survey for ppl who have read the story and are curious about my OC Kai. I Just wanna know who do u think she'll end up with? I can't really offer a prize for anybody who gets it right in the end but I will give kudos to anyone who can get it!
Okay so review! It's good Karma!
Thanx for your time
Til' Next time!
Disclaimer- I'm lazy so usual disclaimers apply
A.N- Hehehehe I soooooo glad everybody liked my phases of a drunken Misao! Ain't she so cute? Aoshi has definitely got his hands full in this chappie! Lots of AxM and KxK this chapter!!!!!
~*~*~
This was just not Aoshi's night. Nope, first off a 19 year-old smart mouth bassist told him off and now he has to deal with a drunken Misao in a rage. It which was not simple task. And he thought she was bad when she had temper tantrums at age six. Boy was he wrong. Right at this moment she was flung over his shoulder screaming bloody murder and beating his back with her tiny fists. He was never ever going to let Misao touch a drop of liquor again, as long as lived after having to deal with this. Aoshi prayed to Kami-sama that nobody got into the elevator with them and face Misao's wrath too, and his utter embarassment but unfortunately it just wasn't Aoshi's night.
~*~*~
Poor Mr. Boshida the terribly depressed and sex deprived next-door neighbour had gone out to pick up some of his "magazines" and now unluckily enough had to share an elevator with the two.
He stood there in squatty awkward silence as he watched his rather stoic neighbour stood there cool as a cucumber with a small spitfire on his shoulder cursing him with all her might. Poor Mr. Boshida was sickly envious of his good-looking, successful neighbour Shinomori Aoshi and desperately wished that he too had a pretty drunken little thing cursing him. He couldn't help but stare at her and the exposed cleavage that her position had made for her. The drunken pretty little thing soon realized his stare on her and quickly screamed,
"HEY HENTAI!!! TAKE A PICTURE IT'LL LAST YOU LONGER!" Poor Mr. Boshida went bright red in embarrassment and stuttered trying to say he wasn't like that when really inside he was berating himself for not bringing his camera
"Misao." Shinomori said in his most stern voice and then turning to Poor Mr. Boshida apologized,
"I'm very sorry Boshida-san, she isn't quite herself tonight." This only secured Poor Mr. Boshida's avid dislike for Shinomori, for he always knew the right thing to say and never got embarrassed, and always had beautiful young women throwing themselves at him.
"It-it's q-quite alright Shinomori-san." He stuttered.
"AOSHI-SAMA WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT HIS MOTHER DIDN'T TEACH HIM NOT TO STARE!" At this statement pure jealousy boiled in Poor Mr. Boshida's brittle bones, no drunken pretty little things ever called HIM lord.
"Misao." Shinomori warned again. The pretty girl only frowned and started pouting.
"Aoshi-sama! You're always doing that! I'm Eighteen- no wait- almost nineteen years old! You're always telling me "Misao don't climb that tree!" "Misao don't play your music so loud!" "Misao don't drink!" "Misao don't harass that horny little man with the dirty magazines!" It's always don't with you!" Mr. Boshida blushed brightly at her comment.
"Misao."
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN! DO YOU EVER THINK OF ANYTHING ORIGINAL TO SAY?"
"Misao."
"UGH! YOUR INSUFFERABLE!"
Once again Poor Mr. Boshida was gripped by pure envy and jealousy, he wished he had Eighteen-no wait- almost nineteen-year-old girlfriend who thought he was insufferable.
By that time the doors of the elevator had slid open and Poor Mr. Boshida trudged dejectedly in the opposite way of the Stoic, handsome, well off young man, with the drunk exuberant young woman over his shoulder. Poor Mr. Boshida was still filled with depressing jealousy when he went to his lonely apartment to look at his dirty magazines.
~*~*~
'That was embarassing' Thought Aoshi as he fumbled trying to get his keys in the door while balancing the fuming woman. Well it could have been a lot worse, it could have been someone else, than that shut in, Poor Mr. Boshida, of course Aoshi was tempted to kick the crap out of the little man because the way he was staring at Misao, but unfortunately he had the job of restraining Misao restricting him from doing so.
The door swung open revealing a very clean chic apartment that was soon to be destroyed by a rampaging Misao. Then it occurred to Aoshi that Misao had gone suddenly quiet.
Aoshi gently slipped her off his shoulder and set her feet to the floor. Misao stood in front of him, rather calm with dull eyes.
"Misao?" Misao looked up dazedly, body swaying back and fourth at the cause of her drunken state.
"Aoshi-sama, where's the bathroom?" She asked in a hush.
"Down the hall and too the right." And off she went. Aoshi winced at the first gag. He knew he should be in there making holding back her hair or something, so slowly he made his way to the washroom. With hesitance he pushed open the white door on to see Misao "worshipping the porcelain throne" so to speak. Yep, it definitely was not Aoshi's night at all. He gently put his hands on Misao's head and pulled back the locks that were in the line of fire, noting subconsciously how soft her hair felt. It seemed like an eternity before her heaving subsided into short little coughs and then there was that fateful relieving flush. Misao hovered above the toilet in fear of having to go through the process again and Aoshi offered her one of his fluffy pure white towels to the side of her head.
After Misao cleaned herself up and washed her mouth out, she turned towards Aoshi and promptly collapsed in his arms, to his shock and alarm.
"Misao" He tapped her lightly on the cheek, to this Misao responded,
"Five more minutes." Aoshi almost smirked and proceeded to pick Misao up, yet again, and put her in bed. Looks like it was the couch for Aoshi tonight.
~*~*~
Tonight was definitely Kenshin's night. Not only did he get to save the girl of his dreams and play hero, but he also got to get a cup of coffee with her. Sure, this might not seem like a lot but for the timid Kenshin it was.
He watched her eyes sparkle as she laughed at the funny story about his college days with Sano, he watched her lips smirk into a sultry smile when she teased him and her forehead crinkle in amused anger when he teased her back. She blushed prettily as she told him her embarrassing stories of her escapades with Megumi and played with the rim of her coffee mug.
"SO, Kenshin how did you learn how to do what you did tonight with those to drunken slobs?" She leant forward, elbows propping up her head in curiosity.
"My Uncle taught me." He put simply. Kaoru sat up.
"So what did he teach you? I want details Kenshin! Don't go all mister mysterious on me!"
" He taught me mainly kendo.ano I don't know much else to say about it." He shrugged, trying to get off the subject that had made a rather large mark on his life.
"Hmm Okay, how about you tell me about your family?" She asked trying to learn more about her beautiful stranger. Unfortunately Kaoru picked a bad subject to broach upon. Kenshin immediately frowned at hearing the question.
" It's just my Uncle and I, my parents died a long time ago." He said lowering his head so his scarlet bangs could cover his hurt face. Kenshin immediately felt a warm hand on his own. He looked up in shock, to see Kaoru's lovely face smiling tenderly at him.
"I'm so sorry Kenshin. It must have been so hard for you." She said rubbing her thumb up and down of his hand, making a spike of electricity shoot up his spine.
"Its okay, arigatou gozaimasu for your caring." He spoke softly, Kaoru's smile widened and her eyes twinkled.
"Anytime Kenshin." She spoke with all the tenderness she could compel. She looked at her hand on his and wondered how the devil it got over there, as she pondered over that, Kenshin's digital watch caught her eye.
"IS THAT THE TIME?" She cried jumping back. It was nearly three in the morning.
"Hai, Kaoru-dono, I suppose I should be getting you home."
And with that they exited the cozy little coffee shop on the corner and head towards Kenshin's car.
Kaoru decided she would go to her family's house because she wasn't quite moved in as of yet, so she had to direct Kenshin on how to get there, making him drive the long way, her evil plotting mind trying to scrounge some more time with him. She tried her best to cover her massive yawn with her dainty hand, but too no avail, adrenaline from her performance had dissipated like steam into air and was aptly replaced with lethargy. Kenshin watched this with unhindered adoration, 'She's so cute' he thought warmly. Kaoru's eyes became heavy and much to Kenshin's surprise and delight she ended up cuddling up to his arm. Kenshin could feel his heart trying to flutter out of his rib cage like a butterfly caught in a jar. She was so close, so close that he could smell her sicky sweet shampoo and her beautiful jasmine scented perfume. This was like heaven on earth, unfortunately his encounter with the divine was short lived as he regretfully pulled up her drive way. Kaoru felt the car jostle and stretched like a cat.
"Mou! Are we here already?" She pouted, and then her eyes widened as she realized at what she just said and the fact she was glomped onto Kenshin's arm.
"Looks like." He replied softly with a mournful hitch in his voice, he didn't want this night to end, "Come on Kaoru-dono I'll walk you to your door."
Each of them made sure to make the voyage painfully slow so neither could be out of each other's company, but even at that pace they found themselves all too soon at Kaoru's front door giving their goodnights.
"Thank you for rescuing me from those two drunks." Kaoru said trying to delay the inevitability fast approaching.
"Anytime Kaoru-dono." He smiled then something occurred to him, "Did I tell how wonderful you were tonight?"
"Really? You liked my song? That means a lot to me Kenshin." Kaoru she spoke in a soft hush.
"If you wrote and sang it, how could I not like it?" He replied watching Kaoru's gorgeously expressive blue eyes flare in the faint light. There was silence, and almost instinctively Kenshin began to lean down as Kaoru tilted her head up. As their lips drew nearer, Kenshin could hear his own heart pounding in his ears, it was only a few more inches before he would experience heaven. Just an inch away before his lips met her luscious ones. They were just a breath apart when.
"Kaoru?" A voice asked, both Kenshin and Kaoru jumped apart in surprise and looked in the direction of the now open door. Kaoru regained her senses, recognizing the man standing in the door and smiled weakly,
"Hi daddy."
Kenshin immediately winced at the title she gave to the man at the door. Kenshin was in for a world of hurt.
~*~*~
Misao was in a world of hurt. Her head pounded, her eyes burned at the light, her stomach churned and her mouth felt like the Sahara.
"Never again." She mumbled in repentance. Misao felt like crap and began to cocoon herself in the wonderfully soft duvet, knowing that Kai would soon bound in telling her in a disturbingly peppy sing song voice to rise and shine. Misao burrowed deeper. She didn't remember her bed being this big and soft before. Misao's eyes shot open. This wasn't her bed! She sat up and observed her surroundings. This wasn't even her room! The events of last night suddenly came flooding in like the Hoover dam had just busted open.
"Oh Kami-sama no" Misao cried out burying her head in her hands.
What did Aoshi-sama think of her now? Was he utterly disgusted? Or worse disappointed in her? Disappointing Aoshi had always been one of Misao's biggest phobias.
Oh the horror of it all. She remembered harassing that poor little man who stared at her funny, her cheeks burned.
"Shoot me now!" She cried into the down filled pillow. Then another realization hit her aching head. She was in Aoshi's apartment, she was in his bedroom, in his bed. She paused for a moment. A grin pulled across her face and she squealed with delight into AOSHI's pillow. This was to good to be true.
"I really should drink more." She thought in glee at the wonderful circumstances she found herself in when she had awoken.
* Misao had gotten up, deciding to take full advantage of her situation and explore Aoshi's native habitat.
She walked down the stairs seeing that there was no Aoshi in question present. She made her way into the state of the art kitchen where, there a note sat saying
'Misao, Gone to the gym, be back soon, Aoshi' Misao frowned; Aoshi-sama was never one for words even in letters. But the note made an image pop into the weasely section of Misao's foggy head. Aoshi + Gym = Sweaty Aoshi. Misao's cheeks flared at the scandalous thought and berated herself for thinking such things, enjoyable as they were.
'Naughty Misao!' She giggled at herself. Then something better than the imagined sweaty Aoshi caught her eye. Aoshi's stereo system. And like everything else in the lofty apartment it was state of the art.
'I definitely should get drunk more often.' She grinned mischievously.
~*~*~
Aoshi, whipped the perspiration lining his brow with his towel. He was a bit concerned about leaving Misao alone. But, remembering how she slept like a log as a kid and the fact that she was drunk, she would most likely be still fast asleep, sprawled out in his bed snoring peaceful. Misao was always so adorable when she slept, Aoshi thought with nostalgia. She would always insist on him to read her a story and fall asleep half way through. Maybe, just maybe he would check in on her when he got back.
The moment Aoshi put his key in the door he knew something was not how it should be and heard someone singing.
Met a girl in LA The million dollar kind She was all for all or nothing
She was open all the time
but when I called her number
her mother's on the line sayin'
you've no business
as God's my witness
with a child as young as mine
Aoshi open the door and his eyes almost widened in shock at the sight he saw. There was Misao with his headphones on, dancing around, in his robe and to his critical eye only his robe. She was singing:
so make sure that she's old enough
before you blow your mind
she may look like she knows enough
but look her in the eye
and if so
let her go
you'll let her down in style
He observed her insanely long, glossy legs moving her around his shiny hardwood floors. As his eyes moved up, he caught sight of the black cotton robe gaping open revealing her smooth white skin and the little cleavage she had developed during his absence, and then there was her hair, released from her usually braid, hanging down her back, tossed wildly around as she danced and sang. Any other man would have gaped at Misao's display of innocent sexuality, but this was Aoshi was we are talking about. He stood rigid. And listened to the rather suiting lyrics to the song that she sang
met a girl in Paris
she talked like Vera Lynn
and her eyes were filled with dewdrop
the moment I walked in
she was awfully nice
the kind that likes to win
but if I'd been wiser
a whole lot wiser
then I might have thought again
But, before he could hear on, Misao's eyes opened in his direction and she let out a large gasp of horror, face flushing with pure unadulterated embarrassment, and she managed to say meekly,
"Good morning Aoshi-sama."
TBC
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MUWAHAHAHAHA! That's what Aoshi gets for leaving an idle Misao alone in his apartment! I was sooooooooooo evil to everyone in this chapter! Oh man is Kenshin in for it or what! Did anybody see that coming? Most likely! AHAHAHA, and Poor Mr.Boshida! Just some fun character I made up! Ain't he great? And poor Misao and Aoshi! AHAHAHA as u can tell I'm on a laughing high from my own evil writing genius! *Sigh* wipes tear from eye. Okay next chappy I think I'll do Sano's birthday! Boy I have a plan for him! Muwahahaha! Oh and just a little survey for ppl who have read the story and are curious about my OC Kai. I Just wanna know who do u think she'll end up with? I can't really offer a prize for anybody who gets it right in the end but I will give kudos to anyone who can get it!
Okay so review! It's good Karma!
Thanx for your time
Til' Next time!