Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. Dammit I don't own Aoshi… though I would like to get in his trench coat. I also do not own McDonalds, no, angsty bastard syndrome is not a real disease, and I am very very very poor so please don't sue….

Primarily A/M with slight K/K and S/M

The Wildcat

Chapter 1

Angsty Bastard Syndrome

Aoshi Shinomori was desperate. Desperation and Aoshi Shinomori did not mix.



Aoshi brushed his long black bangs out of his eyes. He wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up in this particular situation nor did he really care to dwell on it at the moment. Though dwelling was something he did very well. He needed money and he needed it now. He didn't particularly care where he got it, he didn't particularly care how either, but he was going to be on the streets if he didn't get it. Yumi, damn her, had finally had enough. She had packed up his shit and kicked him out. Not that he blamed her. He had a severe case of angsty bastard syndrome that there was just no cure for. Not that he really missed her, their was no real love for his part. But damn did he miss the money.

Yumi had been married to Shishio Makato a prominent oil tycoon from Texas who had died in a freak explosion and had left her loaded. Yumi was lonely and had needed someone. Aoshi had just needed some. After a few months of sleeping together and he supposed in her mind "couple" closeness she had moved him into her mansion. He had been finishing up his second year of law school at the time and was barely keeping himself in his one room apartment and the offer was just too damned tempting. At her request he had quit his job, hell she was supporting him, and he merely focused on school and keeping her happy and paying. That had worked for a year and a half.

Now, it was safe to say he was screwed. His buddy Kenshin from law school was letting him crash at his place for the time being. Luckily Yumi had already paid for this years tuition but he wasn't sure how in the hell he was going to come up with the money for his final year. He needed to find a job and find it fast. Well damn there he was dwelling on it.

Which is how he found himself walking up and down the streets of Miami looking in every window he passed for help wanted signs. He'd already stopped at three places quickly deciding though that shoe stores, pet shops and most definitely McDonalds (gasp the horror) were not up his alley. Not that he was any position to be picky.

Aoshi dodged a platinum haired man almost in a dead sprint, running out of a door several yards ahead. 'Asshole, watch where the hell your going,' he thought continuing his trek. What the hell am I supposed to do now he moaned internally. He wasn't much for external display. Yumi had called him her own personal human sized ice cube. He had always retorted to asking why she still slept with him if that was true. That usually shut her up he thought , smirking. A door in the face interrupted his "happy" thoughts, knocking him clean on his ass.

"Enishi, dammit you can't just leave me like this! Where the hell am I supposed to find a replacement two hours before opening?!?" A blur of black whizzed by him running full tilt down the block, he assumed after the guy that had almost mowed him down, screaming bloody murder and insults all the way. The 'blur' was thorough he'd give her that. At least from the voice he had inferred it was a woman. She was all the way up to insulting the man's great grandparent's pets within a matter of thirty seconds.

Which brought him back to his own problems. His nose was bleeding, he was pretty sure his eye would be black as coal within an hour and his ass hurt. Aoshi was not happy. Well neither was the blur.

Misao was the epitomy of pissed off. Enishi her male bartender had just walked out. And not long before rush at that. She had always had a male to bartend with her and her friend Kaoru not only to cater to the female crowd that her business drew but also as a line of defense to help stop the occasional bar fight and employee grouping that the job entailed. Not that Misao herself couldn't take care of it, but she was just too damned busy most of the time to stop and bust drunken heads together.

She sighed dejectedly, she needed something to take her anger out on and she wasn't really dressed for training. Leather skirts and combat boots weren't the easiest thing to practice her kempou in. She needed a serious stress relief. And she just about walked into one.

Aoshi still sat moaning over his bleeding nose and throbbing eye. Could my life get any worse at the moment he thought? Kami-sama are you punishing me? He needed some tea.



A shriek of "What the hell are doing?" interrupted his thoughts.

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A/N: Oh ho ho …………… really enjoying writing this story. The second chapter should be up tomorrow or the day after. Thank you so much Ukchan my wolfy partner in crime. Now click that button and tell me what you think…. Please.