Author's Note: Crawling up from the sea of cramp pain I write again!! GOD DAMN OVARIES! ::Growls:: Good thing work had ice cream samples to day....wait.. .O.O! I have some in the freezer. ::runs off::

Ah!!! Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream! Damn Haagen Dazs keeps making new flavors!!!

Ok....moving on.

For those who didn't seem to get it, rooming is assigned at Ajisai. It's possible to have the same room mate for more than a year in a row depending on housing so that's why Aoshi and Misao are now roomed together. Random luck.

I also realized the Ken/Aoshi Kyoto fight is chock full of yummay Aoshi butt shots...hell...there's Aoshi fanservice all around!

Okay....

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Duct Tape Romance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 2: RIP My Alarm Clock

Misao blinked as a shirtless Aoshi had his back facing her, and he was dressed only in leather pants. Looking over his shoulder, eyes smoldering he put his hands at the waistline of his pants.

"Hmm, would you like me to keep stripping, Misao-sama?" he asked, and Misao nodded from her lounged position on a soft chaise.

Aoshi grinned over his shoulder and slowllllllllllllly pulled the leather pants down as drool formed at Misao's mouth.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

"Mmmmmmm.." Misao murmured in her sleep as drool hit her pillow as she giggled in her sleep and flopped onto her stomach. Reluctantly opening her eyes she menacingly eyed the small alarm clock she had placed next to her pillow and pressed it off, noting with agonizing sleepiness it was five am.

Groaning she tossed the covers aside and numbly got out of bed, wincing as her feet hit the cold, wood floor as she headed for her dresser and pulled out her uniform and other clothes and a roll of duct tape. Heading for the bathroom, she quietly got in and shut the door.

One thing she was thankful for was that though not a heavy sleeper, Aoshi was able to ignore most noises due to rooming with Sano for so long. Once again she was thankful for her careful and lengthy observations of one Shinomori Aoshi.

Turning on the water she yawned as she stripped out of her pajamas and hopped into the shower.

"Ahh....cold!" she yelped, cursing the pipes and shower water as it took four minutes for the water to heat up before Misao could feel her muscles attempt to awake. Upon learning she no longer had Kenshin as a room mate, she had spent the last couple days of vacation getting into a morning routine so Aoshi wouldn't catch her.

To him, he probably would think she was just an early riser.

Oh contraire!

Misao more than anything wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep until noon. Washing her long hair she soon stepped out of the shower and wrapped one towel around herself and the other around her hair as she went to the sink to brush her teeth and floss, then went to task on blow drying her long hair. The extra money on a quieter blow dryer was worth it.

Roughly twenty minutes later when her hair was dry enough to her satisfaction, she braided it and then slipped on her underwear and bra and then looked at the duct tape and sighed. Grabbing the large, silver-grey roll she began wrapping it around her chest and then tore it off of the roll and scratched at it a bit. It was when the tape bunched that things got really irritating.

Slipping on a sleeveless black tee-shirt she then put on the charcoal grey Ajisai uniform, tucking her braid inside of the jacket. Looking in the mirror yawned and picked up her pajamas and towel and exited the bathroom.

It was about six-thirty and since she was up anyway, she decided to take a morning walk to the cafeteria and grab breakfast before the first day of classes. She had Advanced English at eight am with Aoshi and there was no way she could sit through it with an empty stomach. Strolling into the large room, she headed towards the food and grabbed a bagel and toasted it, smeared it with tons of cream cheese and grabbed an extra-large mocha coffee. Handing her meal-plan card to the cashier, she watched the woman swipe it then took it back and headed for an armchair to eat.

"Ah, Misao-dono, morning."

Misao blinked and smiled as Kenshin took a seat across from her.

"Himura, morning."

"So how was the first night back?" Kenshin asked, biting into the carrot muffin he had gotten.

"Fine so far, though getting up at five sucks. I mean I'm pretty happy to have Aoshi-senpai for my room mate, but then again...you know..."

"Hmm...just be careful. Aoshi's very smart. He's going to figure things out if you're not extra careful." Kenshin whispered quietly.

Misao nodded as she finished her bagel and gulped at her coffee.

"GYAH! This is hot!! Ow! MY TONGUE! Mouuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"Maaa maa Misao-dono! It's ok!"

"HIMURA! How about I pour hot coffee into your mouth!!" Misao yelled.

"Ooh, Weasel, I love it when you talk dirty in the morning." Sanosuke remarked as he appeared next to them, a tooth pick in his mouth.

"Sano?! You're up?! Are you like dying?" Misao asked sarcastically.

"Oh lay off Makimachi. I've got Chemistry in fifteen minutes. And what are you doing up? Usually it would nothing short of a miracle to get you out of your room before noon." Sano asked.

"English class, and I suppose I'm going to try harder this year." Misao said with a shrug.

"Well then you should probably work on those rumors about you being gay first." Sanosuke suggested, sitting on the edge of Misao's armchair.

Misao growled, then suddenly grinned and ran her hand up Sano's back.

"Maybe they aren't rumors after all....care to find out?" she murmured.

Sanosuke shot away from the chair in an instant while Misao simple chuckled and drank more of her coffee.

"Well guys, I got class and Aoshi-senpai's in it and I need to asked him about kendo club anyway."

"Have a good day de gozaru!"

"Later."

"Buh bye luvaboy Sagara!!!" Misao drawled.

Sanosuke blinked and looked to Kenshin.

"Did you see the size of coffee he had?"

"Yea."

"I feel...ssssssssoooooo bad for that class."

Kenshin blinked...then sweat-dropped.

"Yeah."

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Misao fidgeting at her desk, her leg moving rapidly as she watched the professor write at the board.

"Okay class, let's begin with a simple sentence. Someone come up here and translate this in English."

Misao glanced around noticing no one would volunteer and sipped at her coffee more.

"Makimachi-san!"

Tensing, she set the coffee down.

"Yes?"

"There is no drinks in this classroom. Since I have your attention, perhaps you would like to translate this?" Shougo-sensei asked.

Misao gulped and heard snickering from her classmates. She glanced briefly over at Aoshi and then stood up and went to the chalkboard. She knew her classmates thought she was weird and a spazz and an airhead.

She looked at the sentence written in Japanese that said, 'The train is leaving at midnight tomorrow.'

Sighing she picked up the chalk and began writing.

"The train is leaving at midnight tomorrow. I can write it in cursive if you wish. Or even better!"

She began writing the sentence as she spoke it in German and then Chinese and then Portuguese.

"That's well enough Makimachi-san, take your seat."

Misao smiled smugly at the class as she took her seat knowing full well only one other person could speak perhaps as many languages, the only person who didn't mock her or seem to think she was stupid.

Aoshi.

She looked over at him again and was surprised to see a small smirk on his lips. Misao smiled more as class went by in a blur.

As Aoshi walked down the hall, Misao called out to him and he stopped.

"Aoshi-senpai, I was wondering when we're meeting for kendo club."

"Next Thursday I believe."

"I see." she murmured, following him down the hall.

"Have you..decided on a Vice-president yet now that Ryuuji-kun transferred to Keio?"

"I will speak of those matters at the meeting. Are you anxious over my decision?" he asked, gazing down at her.

'He's so short, he only comes up to just above my elbow.' Aoshi thought.

"Ahh..yes a bit. I know I'm only a second year student still but I was hoping..."

Aoshi understand what Misao was getting at.

"You want the position?"

Misao nodded.

"I will speak of it next week. If you wish to be Vice President I hope you've been practicing over vacation."

"Of course I have! You should know better than anyone I would."

Aoshi nodded slightly.

Out of all the kendo club members, the only other person who seemed to train as much as Aoshi was Misao, and so they became somewhat unofficial sparring partners over the past two years. Though Aoshi was clearly the better fighter, he was still caught by surprise occasionally. He always suspected Misao of hiding some of her best moves.

"I look forward to our next sparring, Misao."

Misao had to stop herself from shivering when he said her name. Everyone else at Ajisai either called her Makimachi or 'Mi-kun' since they all said Misao was too feminine.

Not Aoshi. Aside from Kenshin's 'Misao-dono', Aoshi was the only one who called her Misao. Just Misao.

"Well, I have to go to philosophy. I'll talk to you later." Misao mumbled as she left Aoshi's side.

'How am I going to survive living with him and NOT jump him! Damn him and his irresistible sexiness!!!'

He merely watched her leave, feeling a frown at his lips. Misao was always running from him at the oddest moments and then running to him at others. Always rambling or simple talking, but it was almost as if Misao was always at his side as much as possible. Aoshi had gotten used to it, and sometimes...it was odd if Misao wasn't there to chat or talk about kendo club matters. It was as if he was becoming attatch to the pettite 'boy'.

It was because of that that Aoshi had been extremely wary to learn Misao was his room mate this year.

The last thing he needed was a crisis of sexuality. He knew he was straight, if anything his getting kicked out of Toudai was because of that.

Stopping himself from thinking of the past, he walked onwards to his next class and tried to shrug off thoughts of Misao

'It's because he resembles a woman in many ways...perhaps that what it is. Makimachi Misao is a man, not a woman. I must stop this line of thinking.'

The current object of Aoshi's thought sat in philosophy drawing little samurai on her notebook as she half-paid attention to the summarizing of the class syllabus. Misao could feel herself getting more bored by the minute as she began pinching her hand to stay awake. Just when she thought her chin was going to hit her desk in weariness, class dismissed early.

Misao hopped out of her seat and bolted towards her dorm.

Her next class wasn't for another hour and half which meant...

'SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Practically running to her room, Misao bolted through the door and dove into bed with a satisfied sigh as she sprawled onto her back and closed her eyes.

And that's when she felt eyes on her.

Cracking an eye open, she saw Aoshi staring at her from the bathroom doorway with slightly wide eyes.

"What? Can't a gi..guy be happy to get some sleep?" Misao asked then turned over on her side, her back facing Aoshi as she blushed.

Aoshi blinked and turned his gaze away from Misao as he began gazing down her back towards her butt.

"Well then, enjoy your sleep." Aoshi mumbled as he grabbed a notebook from his desk and left.

Misao groaned as she flopped back onto her back.

"Great, as if he probably doesn't ALREADY think I'm weird....what the hell do I care? Everyone here think's I'm gay anyway or something. Maybe I should just jump Aoshi-senpai."

But logic was logic and Misao knew that if anyone else knew she was female it would be trouble. With a sigh Misao drifted off to sleep.

"Misao-sama, shall I remove these boxer-breifs?"

"Hell yes!!!!!"

Aoshi smiled at her seductively and Misao watched with abated breath as Aoshi began peeling the black material off of his hips.

"Misao...Misao!"

Misao opened her eyes, annoyed at having her dream interrupted only to meet Aoshi's deep blue gaze.

"What?!" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"It's eight o' clock. Did you sleep through all of your classes?"

Misao's eyes widened as she sat up rapidly and noticed the sky was dim.

"Oh shit!!!!!!" she exclaimed.

"It's not the end of the world. Just say you were sick." Aoshi muttered as she sat on his bed and took off his shoes.

"Ohh, what a great first day of classes." Misao muttered as she undid her jacket and tossed it to the floor.

Aoshi grabbed a book from his night-stand and shook his head.

"You sound so much like a girl sometimes." he muttered more to himself.

Misao's cheeks reddened and she sprawled onto her stomach, blinked, then sat up and pulled the covers back and then buried herself under them.

"Misao, are you going to back to sleep?"

"Might as well."

"Hmm..well then I should probably tell you your alarm clock is broken."

Misao sat up.

"Whaaaaa?"

"Well Sagara and Himura were in here earlier before you got back and I believe Sagara set it off by accident and ended up throwing it against the wall.

"My alarm clock...my poor, little turtle alarm clock?"

"Aa."

Misao blinked then shrugged.

"Meh, then I guess it's resting is pieces. Ah well. Goodnight."

"But Misao, don't you use it to get up in the morning?"

Misao blinked.

"Ah crap."

With a growl she sat up and got out of bed and placed her shoes back on and grabbed her wallet and picked up her discarded jacket.

"I'm buying a new one. Tell Sagara he's dead."

"Aa."

Misao left the room and looked around, noticing the hallway was empty. She began scratching at the duct tape around her chest as she walked towards the elevator. Stepping in she slumped her head against the wall.

"Maybe I should get some Icy Hot while I'm at it."

Grumbling all the way to the school store at the Student Center, Misao ignored the stares she got as she entered the small store and grabbed her two necessities.

"Makimachi? Wow, I didn't know you had such long hair!" the cashier Shiro asked.

Misao blinked and reached behind her and felt her braid and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I usually keep my braid in my jacket. Don't want to shock the other guys."

Shiro chuckled.

"A little too late, Makimachi. But that's okay, I like you well enough. We kendo clubbers got to stick together."

"Hell yeah man! High five!"

"High five!"

After the little palm slap session Misao headed back for the dorm and yawned. She got back in the elevator and cringed when she saw the other person: Saitoh.

Staying the end far from him, she glanced at him warily as they rode up to the fourth floor in silence. Hearing the ding, they stepped out.

"Weasel."

"Asshole."

And then they headed off to separate directions as Misao walked back into the room and noticed Aoshi was still reading. Throwing her jacket and shoes off she opened up the clock, putting the Icy Hot on her desk, and set the small alarm for five am with disdain.

Aoshi glanced at Misao.

"Misao, do you ever cut your hair?"

Misao blinked over her shoulder at the question.

"Aaa....no! I like to keep it long...um...it's a family thing!"

Aoshi merely stared then went back to his book.

"I see."

Misao furrowed her brows as she crawled back into bed. She may be posing as a boy, but there was no way is hell she would cut her long, beautiful hair.

"Goodnight, Aoshi-senpai." Misao mumbled from under her covers.

"Aa." Aoshi replied, frowning.

He was going to go insane before the semester was over, that was certain.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF CHAPTER 2

AN: Damn Charter!! My internet's being all stupid and not working most of the time! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Better get fixed soon before I get even more pissed off.

Ok guys. I'm off. later!