Author's Notes: La dee laaaa..

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Chapter 5: She's No Sheep

It was exactly six am when Saitoh arose as the first rays of dawn shined throughout his room. He rolled out of bed and changed into jogging pants and a sweatshirt, put on sneakers, and left his room for his daily morning jog.

He jogged from the dorm to the student center, past the student center, and down the trail through the trees.

He always jogged this early, without people bothering him.

He hated the stupidity of his peers.

The morning was scarlet and grey, like soft pearly orange. It was calm.

As he ran he noticed a figure ahead, dressed in dark red and running as he was. Dark red hair tied in a ponytail.

It was her.

Takagi Tokio.

Her letter had both annoyed and mildly amused him, as did much of the rare conversations between them.

He recalled the first time he met her.

It was when some canvases had gone missing in her classes, and she deduced it was Ajisai students' doing.

She had stormed over to his dorm and demanded to speak to the person in charge, and thus he has assumed authority as the RA was away on family business.

She had ranted and raved in a flurry of words and motions and he had to strain to keep up with her pace.

Finally she took a deep breath and grabbed him by his collar, yanking hard.

"So you better find any students who have access to that building and get them here ASAP!"

It was then he stared down at her with narrowed eyes and wrapped his hands around her wrist.

"Listen miss, I do not appreciate your attitude. Stolen canvases are Himawari school concern, not Ajisai. Please vacate these dorms."

She glared up at him, as if it was the most unheard of thing for someone to deny her. Such lovely indignation in her amber eyes.

He released her hands and backed away.

She had made a grumbling noise and stormed out, and then three days later his dorm got university security notifications courtesy of Himawari Art Department.

That girl's doing.

The matter was soon cleared up and it was indeed students at Ajisai pulling a prank. Tokio appeared smugly to retrieve them and had indeed DRAGGED the perpetrators by their ears down to the lobby and demanded the canvases.

He had watched as she got them and left satisfied, but not before winking at him before she left.

Since then, they often ran into each other in town or around the area between the two campuses.

In fact he sometimes wondered if she was merely seeking him out, and using befriending his fellow residents as a cover. But could one girl really be that desperate?

Girl...no. Takagi Tokio was no mere girl. The way she carried herself and the way she got things done, quite womanly.

He was quite sure she wasn't the type to spend all her time obsessing over a man, but then again, her attempts were becoming more zealous.

He watched as she slowed down for her brisk jogging pace and turned to look over her shoulder at him.

She stopped.

"Morning, Hajime." she said, informal as always with him. She was the only one who called him that.

Everyone referred to him as either 'Saitoh-san', 'Saitoh', or 'Saitoh-senpai'.

But she persisted in referring to him as Hajime.

"Takagi-san, good morning." he replied flatly.

She rolled her eyes and snorted.

"How many times do I tell you? Call me Tokio, please."

"It is too personal to address you as such."

She sighed and stepped closer to him, running a hand up his cloth covered chest.

"Ah, but I can hope." she purred, then stepped away and adjusted her ponytail.

He narrowed his eyes at her and turned his profile to her. Another flirtation.

It wasn't that he didn't like her, she was a respectable woman, but he just...didn't want a girlfriend.

He was a lone wolf and intended to stay that way.

He did not need her attentions or her dry humor or her amber eyes or her smile.

No indeed, he was just fine where he was.

So then why was it as she ran off, he felt a strange impulse to follow?

Perhaps she too was a wolf, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She was no sheep, that was for sure.

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Misao heard the sneezing, and slammed her pencil down on her desk, turning narrowed eyes as Aoshi's form as he sat at the edge of his bed attempting to put his shoes on.

"Aoshi-senpai, you are in NO condition to go to class!" she fumed, standing up and walking over to him.

"I'm fine." he murmured, ignoring his wobbly vision and the clamminess of his heated flesh. He definitely had a fever.

"No you aren't! You've been coughing and sneezing for two days and last night you almost fell from the bathroom to your bed. You obviously have a fever and as your second in command I am ORDERING you to get back to bed!"

He glared up at her.

"You sound like a woman."

Misao blushed and cleared her throat nervously.

"Aoshi-senpai, you ARE not leaving this room if I have to use your much speculated about handcuffs to keep you here! If you go you'll never recover and what will kendo team do?!"

He sighed, kicking his shoes away and falling back, scooting to pull his blankets over him.

"There, are you satisfied?" he asked, ending on a cough.

"I will be in a minute." she murmured, and disappeared into the bathroom, then returned with a bottle of red liquid and a small plastic cup.

"Misao...what is that?"

"NyQuil."

"I do not need the aid of drugs."

She poured him the correct dosage and shot him a hard gaze.

"Oh yes you do! This will help you rest and if I have to I WILL force it down your throat!"

He pursed his lips and took the cup, drinking, and handing her back the cup. She smiled and put the NyQuil on her desk and grabbed her bag.

"I'll be back in an hour. Please get some rest." she called out, shutting the door as Aoshi grumbled, turning on his side.

As Misao walked towards the elevator, Sano waved to her as he pressed the button.

"Sano, is Aoshi-senpai always so stubborn when he's sick?"

"Che, I dunno. I never really cared. Why?"

"Because I had to yell at him to stay in bed and made him take NyQuil. He can be such a baby."

"Right....Misao, you do realize NyQuil is really mostly alcohol."

"Yeah, and?"

"Well, as I recall, Shinomori has no tolerance for it."

Misao blinked, and then her eyes widened.

"Oh crap!!!!!....Ah well. He'll just be passed out. I can't afford to skip class today."

Sanosuke chuckled.

"Now that's love."

Misao stiffened.

"Ehhh?"

Sanosuke patted Misao's head.

"Look Misao, I may not be as smart as you or the Ice Block bookwise, but I see how you look at him, talk about him, act around him. You're like a lovesick schoolgirl...boy. Whatever. The point is, no one would care if you're gay. I mean shit, most of us have been suspecting it for over a year."

Misao narrowed her eyes, clenching a fist.

As the elevator doors opened to the lobby, Misao stepped out and Sanosuke staggered after her, a large hand print on his face.

"Honestly Sano, watch your mouth." Misao grumbled, slamming through the doors as Sanosuke sighed.

And then it struck him!

He could go visit Megumi-sensei and have her look at his face.

With a grin he practically ran out the doors and down the sidewalk towards the health building. Pestering his 'fox doctor' sounded like a good plan to perk his day up. He hoped she wasn't busy seeing to other people.

Strolling inside, he noticed her seated behind her desk reading what appeared to be a manga.

Slamming his palms on the desk he smirked as she looked up startled, practically jumping out of her chair. Seeing it was him, Megumi narrowed her eyes.

"What do you want Rooster?" she grumbled, turning her attention back to her manga.

Sanosuke sat on the edge of her desk.

"What? I can't pay a visit to my favorite fox doctor?"

She looked up and frowned.

"Unless you have a medical emergency you're wasting my time."

Sanosuke made an expression of mock hurt.

"Look at my face! Can't you see the red slap mark?" he asked, leaning his face closer to hers.

She made nervous coughing noise and noticed the red slap mark and scoffed.

"What girl did you piss off today?"

"None! It was Makimachi!"

Megumi chuckled.

"I'm sure you deserved it. So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Kiss it and make it all better?" he suggested, raising his eyebrows.

She stood up and crossed her arms.

"That's sexual harassment Sagara. I could report you to the dean."

Sanosuke stood up and raised his hands in defeat.

"Sorry sorry fox. Don't mean to upset you. I'm just teasing you."

"Yes, well, that is what you do best. Perhaps whenever you decide to grow up I might not treat you so coldly."

Sanosuke laughed, and walked close to her, smoothing the collar of her labcoat.

"I don't think you could ever really be a cold person Fox. Anyways, have a good day." he murmured, waving as he turned around and left.

Megumi sighed, slumping her shoulders and sitting back at her desk and picked up her Under the Full Moon manga.

Grabbing a stick of whipped chocolate pocky, she stuck in her mouth and pouted.

"If only that moron would get a brain." she lamented, and went back to reading about vampires and werewolves, and gender-bending.

Just as she flipped the page the door slammed open, making her jump and she looked up again with annoyance.

"Can't you people ever open a door normally?!" she vented, standing up as she felt a vessel in her forehead bulge.

She looked to see Tokio standing there, blinking.

"Having a rough day, Megumi-chan?" Tokio asked sarcastically, seating herself in one of the chairs across from Megumi's.

Megumi sat down and exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Tokio-chan?"

Tokio grinned.

"What? Can't I visit my dear old former classmate?"

Megumi gave her a deadpan look.

"Ah, okay you caught me. I was wondering if you would do me a little favor."

"Oh God, what?"

"Well, at the Inter-University Sports Day, upper classmates have to get paired boy-girl for certain events. I want you to arrange it so I get paired with Hajime."

Megumi rolled her eyes.

"Tokio-chan! When are you going to give up on the human chimney! He's more interested in soba and cigarettes than people."

"Megumi-chan, you know how tenacious I am. Do you really think I'm just going to lay down and give up?! Oh ho ho no! The only way I'm laying down is if Hajime is on top of me!!"

Megumi cringed, groaning.

"I really could have done without that mental picture."

"Ah, sorry."

"So why should I help you?" Megumi asked, flipping through her manga.

Tokio smirked, making Megumi nervous.

"Summer Break in Okinawa." Tokio merely stated.

Megumi tensed, sweat-dropping.

"I'll see what I can do." she replied.

Tokio beamed, jumping up.

"Why thank you! Have a nice day!" she said, walking away. Sometimes it was good being well-informed, and always carrying a camera around.

If only Tokio would use her powers for more good.

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Misao opened the door to her room and sluggishly walked inside, feeling tired. She had spent hours in the library researching until she couldn't see anymore. Slumping her bag to the ground she kicked off her shoes and sighed.

And that's when she noticed it.

Aoshi laying on the floor next to his bed half-asleep.

"Aoshi-senpai!" she called out, running to his side. She groaned as she realized he fell out of bed and struggled to lift him up as she eased him back to his bed, leaning over him. She did not expect him to grab her and roll over, pinning her beneath him.

She blinked and squirmed.

"A.A.A.Aoshi-senpai!" she yelped out, watching as eyes opened, only half-way. His blue eyes were sleepy and drunk looking as he gazed down at her.

"Mm...you're so soft." he mumbled sleepily and Misao didn't have time to react when his lips moved against hers sensually.

It took her a moment to react, and even though she knew she shouldn't she responded, feeling her skin flush.

She moaned when his tongue slipped into her mouth, teasing hers as his hands wondered to her jacket, pushing it aside as massaged her hip and shifted closer into her body. As his hands moved to under her white button down shirt and up towards her chest the desire hazing her mind cleared as she grabbed his hand and moved it away.

"Aoshi! We can't!" she called out, not noticing she had dropped the 'senpai'.

He look down at her and smiled.

"But you're so beautiful."

Her eyes widened at that but before she could respond he collapsed atop of her...fully passed out.

She tried to move an arm or a leg, but she couldn't. She couldn't budge from underneath him.

It was like heaven and hell being trapped beneath him and she was having a hard time controlling her hentai thoughts.

"Why me?" she groaned, closing her eyes and trying to get comfortable. She might as well go to sleep.

The next morning as the sun rose, Aoshi winced, eyes blinking as the sunlight hit them. He felt sluggish but warm and comfortable. As his eyes adjusted to the light he shifted, and realized something was underneath him.

Or rather someone.

Looking down he saw Misao's sleeping form beneath him and sat up quickly, causing her to stir.

"Mm...five more minutes.." she moaned, rubbing her eyes.

"Misao, wake up."

Her eyes snapped open and she saw Aoshi sitting up before her. Sitting up quickly she looked at him.

"Ah...um..good morning?"

"What happened?" he asked seriously.

"I came back last night and found you passed out on the floor so I tried to get you back in bed but you grabbed me and rolled over and you're too heavy for me to push so I kinda got stuck."

He ran a hand through his hair and got up, headed for the bathroom.

"A..Aoshi-senpai that's really what happened!" she called out, wincing as he slammed the door shut.

"Well, maybe not all.." she murmured, and got up and went to her bed and buried herself under the covers.

Aoshi took a quick shower and as he wrapped a towel around his waist and wiped the condensation off the mirror. He looked at his reflection in contemplation.

Waking up with Misao...it was startling...but in that it felt...weirdly right. He had a strange feeling something had happened, but Misao said nothing had.

Rubbing his eyes he began to brush his teeth and thought.

Perhaps it was just sexual tension pent up from lack of activity. He hadn't had sex in over two years and maybe he was getting desperate. Misao did look so feminine and was always doting on him.

The last he needed was to question his sexuality.

He heard a knock on the door.

"Aoshi-senpai, are you feeling better at all?"

He looked up and realized that he did feel better.

"Aa. Thank you, Misao."

"No problem."

Wiping his mouth with a face towel Aoshi took one last look in the mirror and exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.

Misao, who was now in bed laying down, blinked owlishly at him.

"Forget your clothes?"

"Aa. So turn around." he muttered and she merely snorted and threw her covers over her head.

"There, now I can't see a thing!"

Aoshi sighed at her antics and dressed.

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From behind a small desk in her makeshift "office" Tokio sat chewing on a stick of Coconut Pocky and going over illustration slides. Aoshi had really turned out to be an excellent model, and she almost wished she could coerce him into modeling again.

But alas, she only truly blackmailed a person once. She wasn't a total bitch like that.

Her feet were kicked up onto the desk and she hummed to herself as she organized the slides.

"Oi, Tokio!"

Tokio looked up to see Misao standing in the door and smiled.

"Come in and shut the door."

Misao complied and watched as Tokio set the slides down and took a set of photos from her desk.

"Here's your beloved captain, as promised." Tokio murmured, handing Misao the photos. Misao placed them in her bookbag and set it down.

"So Tokio, you ever going to get him to model again?"

Tokio shook her head.

"As much as we both would like that, I doubt it. Too bad though, he's a natural beauty."

"Yea..I mean sure!"

Tokio rolled her eyes.

"Misao...I really can't wait for you to come out so you can really be my gay best buddy. Every girl should have one."

Misao winced.

"You're so abrasive sometimes."

"I prefer tenacious, cheeky even! Say...you know, even with that petite build..you could be a good model youself...got that whole uke-ish vibe."

"No. No no no." Misao began, feeling nervous as Tokio began circling her.

Tokio stopped in front of Misao and toyed with her jacket.

"It pays pretty well!"

"I don't want to!"

"Why? Are you like maimed or something?"

"No..I just..."

Misao couldn't even finish when Tokio suddenly grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Tokio gazed...her eyes widened...and then she laughed.

The damn woman laughed.

"It's not funny!!!" Misao said frowning, trying to put her shirt back together and finally just grabbed some safety pins from Tokio's desk.

"Y..You...You're a girl! That's so funny!! I seriously thought you were gay all this time but no! You're a girl! This is...this is....ahahahahah!!"

"Tokio!!"

"W...ahaha?"

"You can't tell anyone!! Only Kenshin knows and I'll get kicked out of school if anyone find outs and..it's not funny!"

"Yes yes it is! Oh wow! We are all so dumb!!! Everyone believes you're a guy...don't sweat it, hun, I won't say anything."

Misao breathed a sigh of relief...then eyes Tokio suspiciously.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Huh?" Tokio asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Tokio, you're you. With this information you not using it to get me to do something for you is just...not you."

Tokio grinned like a cat.

"Well now that you mention it, I should like to continue correspondence with that wolf RA of yours."

Misao's face fell deadpan.

"Oh God..I've become your messenger bitch."

"Now now! It won't be so bad! Here!" Tokio murmured, handing Misao a letter.

"You know, Tokio, it's only correspondence if he actually replies."

"Meh, technicalities." she said with a dismissive wave.

Misao hung her head and sighed.

"Maybe I should have just gone to Toudai."

"Ohoho, maybe if you did you would have gotten nailed by your kendo-honey."

Misao's head whipped up.

"What?"

Tokio waved her hand again.

"Oh nothing! Listen, maybe you should tell him."

"Aoshi-senpai?! Hell no!! He'd hate me forever!"

"Oh please. He'll get over it. If anything he might take it out on you in a good way."

Misao looked confused for a moment, then winced.

"You're such a hentai baka!"

Tokio grinned.

"I am, and a busy one at that so get your ass out of here. And really Misao, you didn't need to lie to me! It's pretty cool that you're a girl after all."

"Oh please, had you known, I'd have been your messenger girl all this time."

"Well that is true."

"I'm gone!"

"Later!"

Tokio sat her desk as Misao shut the door and chuckled.

"Oh Misao...if you only knew....both of you have secrets. Teehee...I wonder if those infamous handcuffs are going to get used."

And thus Tokio felt amusement for the rest of the day, Megumi finally got to finish her manga, Sano's face went back to normal, Saitoh was still contemplating Tokio, Aoshi was thinknig about Misao, and Misao...

Was cursing being a messenger.

She really hated talking to Saitoh.

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Sigh...birthday coming up and a busy week ahead so writing may take a lull. And I really need a second job so if updates are slow please understand try not to demand anything out of me. Onegai?

There are...oh god...like eight more chapters of this left. Why did I plan that? Ugh....