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RK doesn't belong to me.
AN: next chapter is up! But, no Anne Rice novels (sigh), but I have been reading some good manga! Any way, on with the fic~!
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"Aoshi-sama!" Misao's cry could be heard all about the old castle, from the bed where Kaoru had spent the night, to the kitchen fire where a fox-formed Kurama rested, and the library, where the said person was, looking about frantically for her mate.
"Misao-chan, could you have been any LOUDER?" complained Kenshin, trying to make his ears pop from the sound that nearly made him deaf. But this was a natural course, for it happened more then once a day, at least.
"Sorry Himura-sama, but Aoshi-sama has vanished and I can't find him!"
"I can see why, itachi," muttered one of the youngest vampires of the clan, Yahiko. He was just walking into the room, a book in hand that he was returning to the shelves.
"What did you just call me brat?" Misao yelled back, her eyes glowing with fire as she glared at him.
"You heard me just fine--and don't call me brat!"
"Well you sure act like one!"
"Look who's is talking! At least I don't act like a weasel!"
"Oh! You are going to get it boy!" The two started to run out into the hall, leaving the book and their quest to find some one behind as they sought out to hurt one another. Kenshin just sighed and picked up the rudely dropped book from the ground, when an idea hit him. Kaoru had always liked to read, and he was sure she still did. It wouldn't hurt to bring her a few books when he delivered her breakfast. But, he looked out the window, and saw the sun rising from the east in all its glory. She hadn't gained the resistance to the sun like the rest of them had--she would still be asleep.
And what was stopping him from going to join her in sweet slumber?
He took the book under his arm, knowing Kaoru would like it, and before he left called out to the silent room, "Aoshi-chan, its safe to come out now."
The silent man had sought the refuge of the library before dawn came, knowing that the books would offer him a safe place for the time, until Misao went to look for him any way. He was surprised when he came upon their leader, sitting at the large oak desk looking over an document that he was sure he had never seen before--and he knew most of what went on in the clan, being second in command and all.
When the red head left, Aoshi headed for the drawer he had seen the piece of paper be put, not long before Misao had shown up. Not really wanting to be seen by her at the moment, he had hid in a far corner, knowing she would just look about for a moment and then leave. He knew his mate more then she did him.
Opening the drawer, he eyes the document sitting at the top, nicely written in Japanese, and took it out. Settling him self down onto the still warm chair, he started to read.
May 14,
When has the days turned so blacK?
But weren't they always like this?
No, never…
And now I seek something, maybe even him, just to find my answers.
This day marks the 20th year of my 'hiding' from him, the man I love yet so despise.
How can something like that happen? When can something happen like that, only twenty years ago in my old village--the home that is now covered under layers of snow and dirt from years gone by.
I just wish something would make sense.
The writing stopped there, and he realized it was part of a diary, re written from its original format, as it was no longer in the leather binding that marked a woman's journal. Could it have been Kenshin's new woman, the one he had been so insistent on finding and keeping track of? That was the only thing he could think of.
"Aoshi-sama! There you are!"
"Good morning, Misao-chan," he replied, quickly putting the paper he was reading back into its presumably safe spot. The writing was that of Kenshin, so the man must have started to re-write it, but why only that part? And where was the rest of it? Aoshi decided that it would be worth his while to read what the woman was willing to say to no one but the paper that only she could keep.
"Didn't you hear me calling for you only a few minutes ago?" Misao was looking him in the eye despite their large difference in height.
"That was you? Oh, no come on, I knew it was you--"
"Then why didn't you answer?"
"Was I supposed to?"
Before giving her a chance to answer, he captured her lips with his own, making her forget her earlier thoughts of being mad at him and just drowning in the heat of his kiss.
"Now, how about we ask our dear chief to whip up that picnic and we go just as we planned the other day?"
Kurama stretched, curling closer to the warmth of the fire more then the heat of the few rays of sunlight that got through to the windowless kitchen. The chief, a young man with bleached blond hair, wearing an apron that said in big pink letters, "Kiss the Cook, or else." No one really understood this mortal man, but they loved his dishes and none wanted to get rid of him--though he wouldn't accept being turned into a vampire, saying that his life was just fine the way it was. He didn't need to become a vampire to experience all the joys the way his boss and the clan did. Being mortal was just enough for him. But being awoken in the middle of the night to cook a fruit salad for a new vampire that he had never even seen before was quite peculiar. Especially since the vampires of this clan prized them selves for being able to be in the sun--they wouldn't normally want a meal at night, day yes, but night? Never.
"Anthony? You got that picnic ready?" asked Misao, coming into the dark room with Aoshi trailing not far behind.
"Of course Misao-chan! One lover's picnic, though I had to cut down on the fruit salad," Anthony replied, smiling as he produced a large basket from behind the counter, holding it out for Aoshi who took it.
"Why would you cut down on your specialty?"
"Someone wanted an fruit salad at about midnight last night--and that took up most of the fruit, which they ate all of. Right, Kurama?" He glared at the youko who looked back with a lazy golden eye before closing it again. "He was the one who came in with the order. It was for a newbie; one who isn't used to the sun yet, apparently. But, even then, they can travel the inner halls and come to the scheduled meals like everyone else!"
"There was a reason behind it," said Aoshi, and the two in human forms looked at him. They all knew Aoshi had his secrets, and that he rarely ever spoke them, so this was something to listen to. "Kenshin had brought someone--a vampire he had created some time ago--here, and she isn't used to any of our ways."
"And she doesn't know of them either," said Kurama, getting up and walking out of the room, his paws padding softly against the stone floor.
"Where are you going?"
"Some place else to sleep--by now there will be to much commotion to have a nap properly even if it is warm!"
"Have a nice nap!" called back Misao, her voice saying it a soft chriuppy tone, as to not wake the youko up anymore then he already was.
"Thanks."
It was too early to be awoken, and Kaoru groaned, wanting to yell out at Tomoe to quiet it down, for the night before was to tiring for her and she just wanted to sleep. But then she remembered the night before, and she knew that it wasn't Tomoe who was giving her this unnerving feeling, it was Kenshin.
His warm lips found her smooth shoulder, and was kissing his way about the skin, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses as he did so. A soft sensation of cold air blew across the spot; leaving behind a strange feeling she couldn't quite place, but knew it was all good.
"Go back to sleep my little one, it is far to early for you to be up as of now," Kenshin whispered, stopping his kisses and wrapping his arms about her naked waist, pulling her smooth body into his own.
"Who can sleep?" was her reply, not very well thought out, but it was all her mind could make in its drugged like state, that feeling that he had given her clouding her mind like it did last night, but, back then, she knew she could name what it was.
"My poor dear, what have these years done to you?"
She didn't reply, just turned in his hold and wrapped her own arms about his waist, burying her face into the planes of his chest, loving the smell of his--musky but sweet, with a hint of pine and lavender.
"Just keep me warm, please."
"I will my dear, I will."
Kaoru fell asleep once more, but this time it was peaceful.
Sleep was something that only she and the unfortunate Kurama wanted--but unlike her, the silver youko couldn't find the right spot to just sit down and rest. The library was too cold, the dorms too noisy, as were the kitchen, and the dinning hall. There didn't seem to be a quiet warm place to sleep about the whole castle--and he wasn't about to go out side! No way was he getting his coat dirty. He changed his list, there seemed to be no warm, quite and clean places left.
The soft feet went to the last place he knew of--the master chambers--where Kenshin and Kaoru were both sleeping soundly--or at least the girl. But Kenshin didn't seem to mind as the silver fox settled him self before the warm flames coming from the hearth, falling asleep soon after.
"I love picnics! Don't you?" Misao asked, looking about the plains of the valley, behind her to the east, the rising sun and their home castle sat, making an eerie shadow across the green grass and forest that were settled beneath it. The castle was built for the scenery that the valley offered as you looked out the windows on all sides, everything else just seemed a little useless.
"Yes, but picnics in the night are usually the best," replied Aoshi from his spot in his favorite tree, his feet dangling down to where his mate stood.
"No, the mornings and days are right for picnics, unless you really wanted a romantic one, Aoshi-sama." She looked up at with a mischievous gaze in her blue-green eyes. Her mate knew that if she acted on what ever she was thinking, it would only be one of two things.
Something he would like, and something he wouldn't like.
"Let's leave that for another day shall we." He was glad for the tree cover, as it would hide the blush slowly coming across his face. When had Misao slowly started to gain this respect towards the more romantic things in life? She giggled, the sound rippling through him pleasantly.
"Alright Aoshi-sama, now, you stay right there! I'll be right back!"
She ran off, the long thick braid trailing behind her as she did so. The golden clasp which held it at the end, glittered in the sun. She was beautiful, that was the only was Aoshi could really describe her. But it took him so long to realize what he really felt for her, causing both of them so much heartache as he tried to figure it all out.
Giving a sigh, he leaned back, shutting his eyes for a moment and resting back in the shade. They might be vampires that could go out in the sun, but they still had their limits, and couldn't stay out for more then seven hours a day.
Misao was meanwhile busy making picking flowers and making a wreath out of them, two in fact. One for her, and the other for Aoshi. She giggled, he would look so cute--not to mention so out of character--with a flower wreath on his head. She wished there were some way she could capture the moment so she could share it for all detail for generations of their children to come.
Finally, she was done. Bringing her creations with her, she went back to where Aoshi and their picnic waited. Climbing the tree, she settled down, straddling his waist with legs as she sat down on top of him. He opened an ice blue eye, looking at her like Kurama had done so only an hour before.
Pretending like she didn't notice, she placed the flowers about her mate's head, and put her own on as well. She had to resist from saying something along the line of cuteness on how her dear Aoshi-sama appeared with flowers on his head, but she did so, some how.
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AN: The plot will show up in the next chapter, and hopefully, it will get more on the darker side, just think of this chapter as a filler for things at the moment (I need a new Anne Rice book…life is boring with out one, but I have one! ^.^). Anyway, I will try to update soon!
Clowsareevil & Darkshadowheartless: Call me a blond, we always miss things. Yes, you can proofread again, and thank you for proofreading for this chapter as well.
chibi-ken14: nothing really happens, though, a sweet scene between Aoshi and Misao, as well as some humor, it just has to be there. But the interesting stuff will happen in the next chapter.
Kriska: long chapters are good, cause you get more, and I'll try to continue to do so (it makes me feel like I am giving something back to my reviewers and readers ^.^). I am glad you like reading it despite the length of the chapters.
KasumiDestruction: Flash back to the past? There might have been one, and I just totally forgot. ^.^' But yes, there past is just a twist of tangles that goes, really, no where.
omochi: I love the way you put her feelings, and the rest of it, in your review, way better then how I could've put it in short words (I forgotten all about it by this point…).
ToNbErYoFwEiRdNeSs: Again, flash back scene, I'll really have to look back--so bad of me to forget!
Thank you for reviewing! I'll update as soon as I can with the next chapter, which will probably be the second installment of the plot to this fic (some part of me says: Is there a plot to this fic? I thought it was just going to be dark.) Anyway, thank you again and remember to please review!