Author's Notes: Cold, GYAH! Winter, GYAH! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!
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Chapter 7: Could You Guess?
Lips, warm and soft against his. Swift, gentle pressure....
Sending a thousand shivers up his spine, making his skin burn.
A simple kiss. A short kiss.
His cheeks flushed as he looked back at the book on his desk and closed his eyes, removing his glasses to rub them.
He was thinking about it again. Kissing Misao. Misao kissing him.
He shouldn't be thinking about it.
It was all for a dare, Misao had kissed him to get even....
It was meaningless...
So then why couldn't he stop thinking about it?
He had been kissed before, but nothing like...nothing like that.
It was so simple and sweet, but so promising....a caress..
He was almost appalled at himself for thinking that he...wanted more. To kiss Misao again.
It wasn't right, was it? To want a man....
He hated feeling like this.
"Shinomori-san, please read from page 67."
Aoshi opened his eyes quickly and put his glasses back on and turned to the page and began reading.
He needed to stop this.
When facing temptation, sometimes all you can do is give in.
Could he do that?
Misao looked so much like a girl...soft skin...silky hair....
Could he pretend?
No...Misao was Misao. Boy. Girl. Misao was Misao.
And he seemed to want Misao.
Aoshi wanted nothing more than class to be over. He needed to talk to Misao. Immediately.
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"You want to bang hiiiiiiiiiiim....like he's a gooooooooooooooooooonggggg..."
Misao slapped the back of Tokio's head as they walked through the mall. Misao had classes cut early and so she had stopped to visit Tokio....who being Tokio kidnaped her and took her to the mall.
And made her dress like a girl.
Since it was a Tuesday and around one, no one from Ajisai would even be there in 'Girl Territory'. Misao had to admit though, it felt nice being able to wear her jeans and a tee-shirt without duct taping her chest.
She even noticed she got some stares, not as much as Tokio, but some. That made her feel a bit better.
"Tokio-chan, stop teasing me! I'll never be able to bang him as you say! He thinks I'm a guy and he ever did find out...."
"Yea, Shinomori would be quite pissed. I mean, have you ever seen him REALLY mad?"
"No....silently mad."
"Hmm, maybe he's the silent mad type. Still, I bet you'd LOVE him to unbind all that duct tape. I mean, that must hurt to take off and all."
"I'm used to it. And anyways, Kenshin knew me beforehand so I didn't have to wear so much of it last year."
"Ahh..."
Misao sighed, slurping her Mocha Coconut Chiller coffee drink.
"Tokio-chan...do you think that if I...if Aoshi-senpai had met me as a girl...would he.."
"He'd like you. Misao, boy or girl, you're you. And you're one of my absolute favorite people. Though that DAMN BASTARD wolf got downgraded!! GYAH!!"
Misao blinked.
"Why?"
"He....he's....aRG!!!"
"I...see. You should just jump him."
Tokio's eyes widened at Misao's words.
"By God, she's learning! I've trained you well!" Tokio said, wiping false tears from her eyes.
Misao furrowed her brows.
"Shut up. I should get back. I want to take a nap before Aoshi-senpai gets done with classes. He'll be done around four so I can probably get like two hours in."
"Fine fine. I'm done here."
They walked out of the mall and to Tokio's car, a Hyundai Elantra.
"You know what, I think I may give up on dating and boys. They really annoy me." Tokio announced as she turned the car on.
"If only it was that easy." Misao sighed.
As they headed back towards campus, Misao reached in the back for her sweatshirt and threw it on, looking boyish again.
"Well now that you had your sex change, I'll drop you off at your dorm. I have business to settle."
Misao noticed the glint in Tokio's eyes. The same one Saitoh got in competition.
"Tokio-chan.....don't do anything illegal."
"I won't...." she murmured.
Misao frowned.
As they reached the dorm, Tokio parked and they got out of the car.
"Hey Misao-chan, I bet some of your co-eds think we're dating."
"Yea right. They all think I want to date Aoshi-senpai."
"Uhhh...you do." Tokio whispered.
Misao shot Tokio a glare.
"Right right. Secret!"
Misao shook her head as they walked inside and caught the elevator.
"Tokio-chan, really...don't do something stupid. You're infamous in this building. They will call security. I wouldn't put it past Saitoh to drag you out himself."
"Yea, let him try." she said with a snort.
Misao shook her head and headed to her room and gave Tokio's a thumbs up for luck, and silently hoped for no destruction.
'Saitoh should just go out with her. She's the only one around who has the balls to really go up against him.'
Misao opened her room door and looked around.
"Good, he won't be back for like three hours." she said, yawning. She'd been having a hard time sleeping ever since the kiss. Kisses.
Taking off her sweatshirt and her tee-shirt, she left them carelessly on the floor as she took her jeans off and kicked them away, leaving her in her dark red bra and underwear. Turning her covers back, she jumped in and pulled the covers up.
"Ah....so nice...." she murmured, finally having the pleasure of napping without so much clothing.
"Good thing...Aoshi-senpai's predictable." she mumbled before closing her eyes.
And she dreamed of brief kisses with Aoshi, and hugging Aoshi, going on a date to a samurai movie with Aoshi. Kissing Aoshi...
Doing naughty things with Aoshi.
The subject in question, Aoshi, walked into the dorms around 2:30, skipping out on his last class. He needed to talk to Misao because he was going crazy. Getting in the elevator, he was surprised that as the doors opened he was greeted by a flushed...and sweaty Saitoh and an equally flushed and slightly disheveled Tokio.
Aoshi blinked.
"Take the stairs, Shinomori." Saitoh mumbled, pressing the 'Door Close' button and the elevator doors closed.
He didn't miss the small marks on Saitoh's neck.
Weird happenings were afoot at Ajisai for sure.
He began climbing the stairs and tried to forget what he saw. Though he supposed he was happy for Tokio, as manipulative as she could be she was a genuine person.
He reached his floor and headed for his room, stopping as he reached for the door.
What was he going to say to Misao?
That he couldn't stop thinking about the kiss?
He sighed and opened the door, seeing clothes on the floor and Misao's slumped form in bed.
He set his bag down and took his shoes off, walking to Misao's bed.
"Misao?" he called out.
Misao was laying on her back asleep, covered tucked to her chin as her mouth parted to take soft breaths.
Aoshi sat softly at the side of her bed, and sighed, looking down.
Misao looked so...
He couldn't stop himself from leaning down and lightly brushing his lips against the ones that haunted him.
Misao made a soft moan and her eyes fluttered open.
Aoshi didn't care what was right or wrong....he had never felt this before...this feeling...
"Aoshi-senpai!!" Misao gasped, sitting up in shock and clutching her blanket to her.
'Oh my God....'
"I didn't give you warning, but I couldn't help it this time." he murmured, leaning closer to her.
She almost wanted to cry.
'Why is this...not like this...'
"Aoshi-senpai..." she murmured, her voice almost breaking.
Her eyes widened when lips met hers again, less gentle, more demanding. She couldn't....
'Fine. I'm screwed anyway. I may as well enjoy what I can of him before...Aoshi-senpai...'
Misao returned the kiss with equal passion, feeling Aoshi's tongue slide into her mouth as she moaned against his mouth.
The blanket slipped down as Aoshi reached with his other hand to feel warm skin, starting at Misao's shoulder....to her collarbone.
To a soft mound of flesh.
She knew it when he froze, when his lips parted.
He moved away and pulled the blanket back, eyes widened.
"You're...."
She looked away, feeling tears prick at her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Aoshi-senpai...I couldn't...tell you because I was afraid to get kicked out.."
"You're a girl. This whole time I've....and you were a girl all this time?" he asked, his voice darkening.
She looked up at him.
"I wanted to come to school here, so I pretended to be a boy! I couldn't tell you, Aoshi-senpai! I didn't....by this year I...I didn't want you to be mad at because you're the most important person to me!" she confessed, blinking and covering her mouth with her hand.
She wanted to run away, get away from Aoshi.
"I see." he murmured, his voice deeper as walked towards the door. She thought he was going to leave, but heard the click of the lock and watched as he walked towards her, removing his tie and jacket.
"Aoshi...senpai?"
He was next to her in a moment as his hand reached out and lifted her face by her chin.
"Do you know how much I've been tortured because I've been wanting you? Thinking that I wanted a man...and here you are a girl..."
"I..." she murmured, he was so close...
"I suppose we all have secrets...I am the most important person to you, you said? Why?"
"I..." she blushed. "You're...so calm and really respect you and I always wanted to be by...your side..."
"Do you now?" he murmured, his head shifting next to hers as he brushed his lips against her ears as he spoke.
He was so close.
She could feel the fabric of his shirt rasping against her skin, causing delicious shivers to run up her spine.
She could smell his cologne...
"Aoshi-senpai....what are you...going to do to me?" she whispered, turning her head to face him.
"I should think...it was obvious." he murmured as he shifted himself to lay half on her, causing her to lay back as he began nibbling softly on her neck.
She closed her eyes. She didn't...
Not because he was mad....not for that.
"Aoshi-senpai...stop...I don't...want you to do this because you're mad at me." she confessed.
He bit into her shoulder, then licked the bite mark.
"And why is that Misao? Don't you want this? Don't you want me?"
She closed her eyes when his lips brushed against her.
"I know you want me, it's been obvious I suppose." he whispered against her lips.
"It's true..I do...because I...love you, Aoshi-senpai."
He stopped, leaning back to look into her face.
She looked like she was...going to cry.
No, he didn't want that....she...loved him.
"How can...why?" he breathed out, and the emotions in his eyes made Misao feel bold enough to place a hand against his face.
"How can I not?" she said, her eyes so honest.
No one had ever....
Girls liked him for his body. His looks.
But none had ever said....none had ever honestly..
Loved him.
"Misao, this is because I want you."
She blinked and then...
She jumped him.
He didn't expect it, one minute he thought she was going to cry, next minute he was somehow underneath her as she ripped his shirt open and began pressing kisses to whatever flesh she could get to.
It was making him more aroused than he'd ever been.
Misao's hands were at his belt.
He grabbed them and smirked at her.
"As your superior, I believe I'll take the lead." he murmured, flipping them over so she was again beneath them.
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"Hey Kenshin, has everything been odd today or what. First the elevator's like not working, and then those weird noises, and have you seen anyone? I mean Aoshi and Misao aren't around and Saitoh...well he I don't care about."
Kenshin looked up from his cup of tea and smiled re-assuringly.
"I'm sure things are fine. Saitoh's probably looking into getting the elevator fixed and Aoshi and Misao-dono are probably practicing kendo or at class."
Sano sighed, pacing.
"I suppose. I'm so boooooooored."
"So why not going visit, Megumi-dono?"
Sano stopped pacing and blinked.
"Maybe I will." he grinned.
"Ah, Sano, if you're going can you stop by the student center and get me some more hairbands!"
"Sure." Sano said, grabbing his wallet and walking out the door.
Kenshin sighed and set his cup down with a smile.
"Now I can clean, de gozaru!!"
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"You're feet are cold." Misao mumbled into Aoshi's chest with a small giggle as they lay together, naked limbs tangled together.
"Nag. Nag. Nag." he mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Aoshi..." she said, having dropped the 'senpai', "I...I am really sorry I didn't tell you."
"I..think I understand it Misao. You'd be kicked out of school. Though you could have told me."
"I...guess. Then you wouldn't be worrying about being gay?"
"I'm not gay."
"I know that...REALLY I do." she said, with a grin.
She snuggled closer to him, feeling beyond content.
"Misao, did you work so hard to be vice-president to be by my side."
"Sort of. I wanted it for myself too. I love kendo."
"It does show. I was just wondering."
"It's...okay if you don't say it back, Aoshi. I'm just happy that I could be with you this way, and that you know how I feel."
He stroked her back, and looked down into her face.
"No one has ever said 'I love you' to me. Girls...they just wanted what they saw."
"Aoshi..."
"I care about you Misao. More than I wanted to, when I thought you were a guy, but I couldn't help it. I kept thinking about kissing you...Misao, you are...very dear to me."
She smiled.
"That's good to know. We'll work our way to 'I love you' gradually. Uh...if that's okay with you..I mean...are we..."
"No, Misao. I'm using you for sex."
"....."
"It was a joke."
Misao blinked.
"Aoshi, you suck at humor."
He sighed.
"Although I haven't done it in a looong time..."
"Aoshi!"
"It's okay, Misao. We don't have to...do this again unless you want to. I should have had more self-control."
She shifted, and looked up at him.
"I don't regret it, and I did jump you at some point. And...I...really liked what we did." she said with a blush gracing her cheeks.
"What do you want to do, Misao. It's up to you."
She sighed.
"Can we...maybe go on a date...sometime...and...keep...uh...you know." she mumbled.
"I think that can be arranged."
She smiled.
"Okay.." she said, yawning.
Aoshi sighed, holding her close.
Today was definitely an odd day.
Thinking about Misao, Tokio and Saitoh, Misao ending up being a girl, being...intimate with Misao...feeling something in him feel complete...
Maybe tomorrow would be interesting too.
"Ah, Aoshi...you know you can't say anything about me being a girl, right?"
"I figured. And why would I let anyone else know. I don't want anyone looking at my girl."
Misao smiled.
"Oh...by the way...Himura knows and so does Tokio-chan."
"..What?"
"Well, Himura's known me for a couple years, and he won't say anything because I know certain things. And Tokio-san is blackmailing me."
"..You're the one delivering her love letters."
"Yea.."
"I don't think you'll need to for longer."
"Eh?"
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Yea, I'll write the lemon scene later. I'm sleepy have class tomorrow morning.
Ja!
