The Trouble with a House Full of Ninjas
by: Shrine of Ice and Fire
disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to its creator, producers and distrubutors.
Part Three:
She was stretched comfortably in her favorite arm chair, with her legs dangling over the side of the overstuffed cushions. As she sat there, her eyes stared sightlessly out of the nearby window. The early afternoon sunlight, filtered by the shade of ginko trees, trickled into the room in interesting patterns of light and shadow on the floor.
It simply fascinated her idle mind.
Resisting the urge to get up from her position, she stretched her back indulgently, feeling the feel of luxurious upholstery against her body.
What a lovely, perfect, lazy morning. As she laid there, a very wicked thought crossed her mind.
Perhaps it would be nice if he could join her in this chair right now.
Her favorite thing about him was his scent. Aoshi always had a deliciously soft, and exotically woodsy, smoky smell to him. She imagined burying her face into the comfort of his chest and inhaling. Oh that would be heaven.
Oh, she would give anything, anything for his touch, the feel of his strong, calloused fingers in her hair.
The lid to a wooden box slammed shut with a bang loud enough to make her jump. Annoyed, she cast her wide-set eyes towards the direction of the noise.
"Koneko! Get out of that armchair. You know you're not allowed on it." Aoshi said sternly as he pushed the box back into its place in the closet.
"Meow!" She cried in the cutest voice she could muster. Looking up at him, she rubbed her head on his ankles. Get his attention. Good. Now, look cute. Milk, it, milk it girl. He's a sucker for big, doe-eyes.
With exasperation, Aoshi finally stood up. "All right, I get it, you're hungry. Let's see what I can find for you to eat."
And with that, the cat and the man exited the room, leaving the letters completely unguarded.
...to be continued. (ChiisaiLammy)