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I apologise as to why this chapter took so long, sorry if there is mistakes I didn't send it to my editor because if I did then it would exceed my time limit that I promised. I had to re-load this all because…this is so embarrassing…I spelt Battousai wrong.
Aoshi snarled as he grabbed an unfortunate lamp hurling it against the wall, a glass paper weight soon joined it on the floor along with numerous other objects used to vent his anger. Running his fingers through his hair he recalled the conversation with Kaoru.
'Misao's married'
Growling he clenched his fists, how can she be married, she's mine no one else's! Just thinking about another man in Misao's life had him grabbing a new object, a book,and throwingit against the wall, I want to kill him.
"Kaoru! Kenshin?" Yahiko yelled round the quiet apartment.
Kenshin growled from where he lay in bed cradling Kaoru, "What does that little brat want?" Kaoru groaned.
"I know you're in there ugly, come out!" Yahiko called again.
That did it, Kaoru snapped up from bed, "I don't know about you, but some ones cruising for a bruising." She hissed as she slipped from the bed wrapping a dressing gown around her naked body.
Flinging the door open she gave Yahiko her evilest glare and stormed into the lounge, "How the hell did you get in brat?"
"Through the door, which I might add was unlocked. Not just ugly, dumb as well." Yahiko answered smugly.
Kaoru fumed and lunged at him, but Yahiko sidestepped her and she landed on the couch, "And clumsy!" He exclaimed.
Kaoru positioned herself properly on the couch, sighing she ran her fingers through her snarled hair, she really was loosing her touch. At Kenshin's chuckle of amusement she glared at his advancing figure, clad only in a pair of pants, and sniffed shuffling away when he sat down beside her.
"So what brings you here Yahiko?" Kenshin asked pleasantly.
Kenshin was infuriatingly patient with Yahiko – as always, she just wished she could have her ally back against him; Misao. She cast her thoughts back to the past when they had a mutual enjoyment in terrorizing the poor boy. However with the revelation that Misao was married it had complicated everything, slenderizing the chances of her joining them.
"I've found Tsubame!" He raved excitedly.
"Great but what does that have to do with us?" Kaoru asked.
"She goes to High School here."
"So? Really what does it have to do with us?" Kaoru tried again.
"I want to enrol into that school but I need some parents." Yahiko mumbled suddenly quiet.
Kaoru cocked a sceptical brow, "Are you imply what I think you're implying?" She asked in a deadly low tone, "that I look OLD!" She finished with a shriek.
"Now now Kaoru," Kenshin soothed trying to contain his amusement.
"Don't 'now now Kaoru' me Kenshin," she humphed turning away, "Why don't you go to Sano or Megumi?"
"Can you see Sano being my parent?" Yahiko laughed.
He did have a point, Sano was a little perv especially when it came to Megumi; he could never keep his hands to himself, his attitude was no better and his solution to a problem was to beat the crap out of it. Not exactly a good role model let alone a parent.
"Blah!" Kaoru exclaimed throwing her hands up in defeat, "I'm going to bed, don't worry about coming back the couch has your name on it."
Returning to their room she slipped on a pair of panties and a shirt, she pouted as she heard Kenshin agreeing for them to become Yahiko's 'legal guardians' and continued to sulked as she slid into bed. Moments after she pulled the blankets over her body and heard the door close she was aware of someone in the room.
"Kenshin you banned from his bed," Kaoru informed threateningly.
"Very well," Kenshin replied softly.
Kaoru smirked in victory but her triumph was short lived as she felt herself being scooped up, blankets and all, and taken back to the lounge where she was dumped unceremoniously onto the couch, Kaoru shrieked as the cold leather hit her revealed skin. She didn't have time to react as she found the shirt and underwear pulled off and Kenshin lying next to her, Kaoru scowled.
"What?" He asked innocently, "You said I was banned from the bed and I couldn't leave you there all alone."
"You're incorrigible," she replied turning her back on him.
Kenshin stifled his laughter against her shoulder and pulled her closer, "You're not annoyed with Yahiko's comments are you?"
"Now where did you get such an absurd idea like that from?" Kaoru answered sarcastically.
"Because the boys a little slow when it comes to realizing things but in true honesty, you're the most beautiful woman in all existence." He purred kissing her ear.
"Well then it's a good thing that he's finally going to school and if we're lucky he'll come to 'realize' what a 'beautiful woman' I am, nice try Kenshin but I'm not forgiving you."
Kenshin didn't reply, but instead began to kiss the line of her shoulders until Kaoru elbowed him in the chest causing him to grunt.
"Oops I'm sorry," Kaoru apologized sarcastically, "The couch seems to be a bit small I guess I should return back to my bed."
Kaoru made the move to leave but soon found herself pinned under Kenshin, "I don't think so, you're staying right here, besides the bed will be cold."
"Kaoru!" Misao chirped happily.
"Hi Misao, did you get my message?" Kaoru asked.
"Sure did, I didn't know you had a son." Misao answered.
"And thank god I don't if I had Yahiko as a son I'd demand a refund and compensation!" Kaoru exclaimed, "I'm his legal guardian."
"Oh, is he that bad?" Misao enquired.
"I'm sure you'll meet him soon and then you can make a judgement." A new voice entered.
Looking past, Misao noticed a man following behind Kaoru and what a curious man he was. His long hair was bright red and across his jaw was a distinctive cross shaped scar, Misao frowned he looked familiar to someone? Or was she just being stupid?
"Hello my names Himura Kenshin," he smiled warmly, extending his hand.
"I'm Misao, it's nice to meet you," She chirped, enthusiastically shaking Kenshin's hand.
Suddenly Kamatari burst into the room, "I can't believe these sketches Misao, their fanta-" But stopped as she realized who was there.
"Oh excuse me," Kamatari sniffed snobbishly.
"Hey Kamatari! This is Kenshin." Misao informed.
"Charmed," She said curtly, "Can I see you for a moment Misao?"
"Well see you later," Misao yelled over her shoulder as she was rapidly dragged from the room.
"Now Kamatari that was really rude!" Misao chided as she stepped into Kamatari's office.
"Do you know who the hell that was?" Kamatari hissed.
"Nup no idea, ooh those look delicious!" Misao chimed as she spotted a box of expensive chocolates, "Where'd you get those from?"
"An admirer," Kamatari blushed becoming all girlie.
"You are so lucky!" Misao cheered taking Kamatari's hands and jumping round it circles.
"Stop we've gone on a tangent," Kamatari realized, "But do you realize who you were shaking hands with back there? Yeah that was the Battousai."
"You're kidding right?" Misao blanched, "I mean the B-Battousai has gold eyes, but Kenshin's were distinctly purple and he was way too short to be the Battousai."
"Himura Kenshin and Battousai are one and the same and who cares if he's short you're short too."
"Hey," Misao yelped, "You're just tall," Misao defended.
"Well anyway enough of the cryptic talk, we'll report it later, but about your new designs, they are totally brilliant what the hell was your muse? Must have been damn good."
Aoshi flicked through Misao's mind, moments later she found her face flaming as she remembered his killer body and striking face.
"Ooh it's a guy!" Kamatari shrieked.
"No!" Misao contradicted her blush increasing.
"You," Kamatari pointed, her finger centimetres away from Misao's little nose, "are a lousy liar, so tell me all about him and what he was like in bed."
Misao squeaked, "Chocolate?" She offered snatching up the box her face bright red.
"Do not change the subject this is an important issue, our little Misao is in llloooovveee!" Kamatari dragged, giggling uncontrollably.
"I am defiantly not in love Kamatari," Misao gushed.
"What ever you say Doll, but he really did inspire you I mean look at these pictures some of the combinations are pure genius!" Lifting an elegant sketch, "This new seasons is going to be a real hit! I really am interested in meeting this guy since it appears he's available."
"No!" Misao protested.
"What scared I'll steal him?" Kamatari provoked with a wink.
Misao humphed unable to answer, but Kamatari was right, "I'll be going now, can you get the sketches prototyped?"
"Already sent most of them, see you later Doll."
"Bye," Misao answered lightly despite seething inside, Kamatari really annoyed her, despite wanting Aoshi to stay away she wanted him and didn't want to think about him going off with someone else.
Returning back to her office she spotted Kaoru behind the receptionist desk, "I'm going to go out for a bit."
"Are you okay Misao?" Kaoru asked, seeing past the cheerful façade.
"Peachy," Misao answered doing her best happy act.
Grabbing her bag, she checked she had her card and left the building time for some retail therapy. By the time she was done and heading back to the office, her sides were bulging with purchases, she couldn't wait she show Kaoru what she had bought, nothing is better than a little indulgence.
"Hello Misao," a voice purred in her ear.
Misao jumped in fright and spun around to face an amused Aoshi, "M-Mr Shinomori," she squeaked in a breathy voice.
Misao hated him and herself at that moment, she had gone through all the recreational shopping specially to forget about him and then he just had to pop up and ruin all her hard work. What's worse she felt like melting into a puddle of lust at his feet, was she really this fickle!
"Please just Aoshi," he stated, "Let me help you."
Before she could say anything else he swept the bags from her hands, "Thank you," was all she could stutter.
Damn infuriating stunningly gorgeous man, she pouted, "but you know you don't have to."
"But I want to," he answered monotonously.
"Um why exactly are you in town, you don't really strike me as a shopper."
"Getting my kodachi's sharpened."
Dear god the man has kodachi's, feeling herself rapidly being turned on.
Aoshi looked down at her incredulous face it wasn't a lie, he needed to keep his prized kodachi's in good order, it had just been a bonus that he had spotted her and had spied on her – from a distance – as she went into a bookshop, toy store and random clothes retailers.
"So I guess you're pretty good with them huh?" She asked interestedly.
Aoshi made an unbiased noise in his throat, modest Misao thought, she knew he was a master at the kodachi's despite hiding his ki, she could just sense it.
"I guess we should take these bags to my car," walking in through the staff entrance and into the elevator.
Pushing the ground parking the doors slid open and her heels left the tiles to click on rough concrete, heading towards her green convertible she shuffled in her handbag and pulled out the car remote, pressing one of the three button the back of her car spring open.
"In there," she instructed, "Oh and I should grab the things I bought for Kaoru!" She remembered bending into the back and shuffling through the bags.
Aoshi stood back and admired Misao's shapely behind, as she leaned over her knee length skirt rode up revealing her slender shapely legs especially through the side split.
"There," she mumbled triumphantly, locking the car she straightened up and shook her inky bangs from her eyes.
Walking back towards the elevator Aoshi followed slightly behind watching the way Misao's hips swayed, so sexy without even trying, particularly hypnotizing with her long braid swinging left and right.
Stepping back into the elevator they felt it jolt before beginning to rise, Misao began to feel a bit uncomfortable under Aoshi's intense eyes and her heart began to thump wildly in her chest as he moved closer.
As she stepped back Aoshi moved forward, his eyes never leaving hers as he read the emotions flitting across their luminous surface. He could never decide what colour her eyes were, one moment they were green the next blue but what he found himself wondering was, what colour was the most prominent in the heat of passion, was it the green or blue? All he knew was that Misao had the world in her eyes and he could spend hours just staring into them.
"Misao…" He whispered in a husky voice, closing the distance between them and cupping her cheek.
Gently he ran his thumb over her soft cheek, then down her jaw and sensually across the generous curve of her lower lip. Leaning down Misao's heart fluttered, he's going to kiss me, her eyes becoming hazy, just as his lips skimmed hers she felt something indescribable, like power flowing between them and it scared Misao, enough for her to rapidly slide out of his grasp as the elevator doors opened.
Aoshi growled softly as he watched her retreating figure, "Damn," he cursed before following her.
"Hey Kaoru!" Misao bellowed, hiding her previous fear.
"Hi Misao, went shopping did yo- hello Aoshi!" Kaoru greeted.
"I bought you some something Kaoru," Misao said, pulling out a book and handing it Kaoru.
"The art of Voodoo?" Kaoru questioned sceptically.
"Its very stress relieving," Misao informed in a serious tone, "well anyway work calls."
Bidding her good byes Misao quickly exited to the refuge of her office, closing the door she flopped into her chair and traced her fingers over her lips, Aoshi her eyes closing to savour the feeling tingling over her mouth, god I'm in so much trouble.
"What happened?" Kaoru asked inquisitively, Misao hadn't even acknowledged Aoshi.
Aoshi clamped his jaw, "Nothing," he stated leaving the room with the swirl of his trench coat.
"Nothing my ass," Kaoru grumbled, she hated being in the dark.
Will update faster next time, or so I hope