Omg, yes it's an update!
So, Shinobi Love Adult's Only is back, http/ please don't pressure me to update. I'm getting to finals week and work is work so I'm doing what I can.
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Chapter 8: Super Punch Out Deluxe
Misao shook her head as she applied iodine to the small cut on Aoshi's
cheek and made a 'tsking' noise.
"You're beautiful face...what a shame. It really was what attracted
me to you." she said flatly as Aoshi glared up at her from his seated
position on his bed.
Misao giggled and applied a band-aid.
"It was a joke, Aoshi."
"We'll see about that." he growled and grabbed her around the waist,
pulling her down and pinning her under him.
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"So let me get this straight, you trapped him in the elevator and
bitched at him?" Misao asked, seated across from Tokio at a small Italian
pizzeria.
"Yes."
"And then you smacked him?"
"Many times, yes."
"And he pinned you to the wall and warned you to knock it off?"
"Yep. And then I lost it and jumped him. Good advice on your part,
Misao-chan."
Misao stared at Tokio blankly, watching as the Tokio nonchalantly ate
her salad as if her jumping one Saitoh Hajime was an everyday thing.
"Ugh...that elevator is tainted." Misao lamented.
"Right...and like your room isn't?"
Misao blushed, rubbing the red mark Aoshi left on her neck.
"Yea, I suppose I can't talk. But at least I did it in a bed. I mean
an elevator? Have you no shame?"
Tokio smiled.
"Guess not." Misao sighed.
She looked out the window and smiled. She really was happy, even the
disturbingly icky news of someone having sex with Saitoh couldn't bring
her down.
Not only did she not have to worry about Aoshi finding out anymore,
she had a sort-of boyfriend in him...one VERY skilled sort-of
boyfriend...
Which prompted her to wonder a bit about his prowess.
And was why she was seated there with Tokio.
"Tokio-chan, please...tell me what it is you have on Aoshi. I get the
feeling it has something to do with girls at Toudai."
"Why's that?"
"Because he gets odd when anyone asks him about old girlfriends and
about girls and he mentioned to me girls only liked his looks. I kind of
made some mental connections."
Tokio sighed.
"Well I SUPPOSE I can share...this is the thing...and don't tell him
you know this. Aoshi-san was rather...popular with the ladies at
Toudai. They indeed liked his looks, and for whatever reason, Aoshi had an
affinity for the ladies as well...enough to get him kicked out for
disorderly conduct in the dorms."
Misao blinked.
Tokio sighed once more.
"He got caught screwing too many girls."
And thus the foundation for all Hell breaking loose began.
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Saitoh was half-asleep with a cigarette lit on his lips as thoughts of
stabbing one Sagara Sanosuke like a pin-cushion entertained his mind. A
small grin formed on his lips but his thoughts were interrupted by a
sudden pounding on his door.
Opening one narrowed amber eye, he stood up and sauntered to the door
ready to maim and or kill whoever it was on the other side.
Cracking the door open he sighed at the familiar burgundy haired woman
at his doorstep and turned around, letting her follow him in.
She shut the door and clucked her tongue.
"Can't even say 'come in'? Some manners." She scoffed, picking up his
legs and re-arranging them over her lap as he had chosen to lie back
down on his couch.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he murmured,
turning on his side.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Actually, I am here in a business capacity."
"Sounds boring. Make it fast."
She punched his foot, but he didn't respond.
"Apparently I've been notified its in OUR hands to plan the
Inter-School Sports Festival this year."
"What?" he grumbled, sitting up.
"I got a letter this morning and if you weren't here napping like a
mangy wolf you probably would have noticed you have one too."
Rolling off his couch and walking to his door, he opened and looked
into the mail folder where indeed a manila envelope was placed.
He opened it and looked over the papers and groaned.
"Well great. I've been pimped by administration. Very well. Start
figuring things out and notify me. If that's all you came for, I would like
to return to my sleep."
Tokio shot up off the couch and growled.
"You are such a frustration! Really, is this any way to talk to your
girlfriend!"
Saitoh crossed his arms and smirked.
"Who said you were my girlfriend?"
Tokio's eyes blanked for a moment, her face paling as her mouth made
an 'O'. She was in momentary shock….and rendered speechless.
"Just kidding, Tokio. Interesting to see what makes you speechless."
Tokio's eyes narrowed as she stormed over to him and punched him in
the arm as she made her way out.
"Tokio!" he called out, grabbed her by the arm and pulling her roughly
to him as he slammed his lips to hers.
"I'll call you later." He murmured, and watched in satisfaction as she
walked off in a daze.
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Aoshi could Misao was in an unpleasant mood. She was quiet. Too quiet. And it looked like she was scowling.
"Misao?" he called out, from where he sat on his bed reading.
She turned her head a bit and glared at him.
Glared!
Aoshi sighed. She was mad...at him it seemed.
He noticed she was tapping her foot incessantly.
"Alright Misao...why are you mad?"
She spun around in her chair fast and her arms crossed over her chest.
"What's the matter Aoshi! Not used to one of your many girls getting mad at you! HMM!"
He dropped his book, removing his reading glasses and setting them aside on his night stand.
"One of my many girls? What?"
"Tell me Aoshi, how do I rate to all those girls at Toudai?" she seethed, eyes narrowing.
That got Aoshi to his feet, towering over her, with narrowed eyes of his eye.
"Who told you?" he asked, his voice low...razor-like.
She looked up at him defiantly.
"Does it matter? I know, Aoshi. I know your dirty little secret! Here I was foolishly thinking that I was someone special, that I got to see a side of you no one sees..."
His hands grasped the arm rests of her chair, his face level with hers.
"Do not think for one second you aren't special to me! Understand?"
She glared at him.
"You want to know the whole story? Fine. Yes, I engaged in sexual acts excessively at Toudai. Why? Not for the thrill, not because I loved them, I was lost. My friends had just died and I was trying to do everything to run from it. Girls liked me for my looks, but never cared beyond that. It was so easy...Then I got caught. Everyone thought I was trash, a whore. So I left and came here. That's the story, that's the truth Misao. I never loved any of those girls. You're the first girl I've been with whose meant anything to me."
Misao's mouth opened.
"What?" she murmured softly.
Aoshi sighed, brushing his lips against her forehead.
"No matter my past Misao, surely you must know I care for you."
She blinked and looked up into his face.
"Aoshi..."
And before he could reply she was in his arms, glomping him for dear life almost like an excited child.
Until she began ripping his clothes off, and was now an excited woman.
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Sanosuke watched as Misao gulped down a shot of vodka and proceeded to
do his own shot of tequila.
"Well my chicken bitch we're what now? Five for five? Feeling woozy yet!" Misao asked, waving hands in front of Sano's face.
"Che, femme."
"Moron."
"Midget."
"Bum."
"Fag."
Misao grinned, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Was that a come-on Sagara?"
Sanosuke groaned, pushing her hand off.
"So what were you bitching out Ice Block for? I heard you making some weasel racket."
Misao blinked and blushed.
"Oh? He...um...used my shampoo without asking."
"Shampoo?"
"It's really expensive shampoo!"
"Riiiight... Five for five?"
"Indeed." Misao replied, as they did another shot.
"Ma ma, another drinking contest?"
Misao and Sanosuke spun around to see Kenshin holding hands with a violet haired woman dressed in yellow.
"Ah, Kenshin! Yep, I'm kicking Makimachi's ass."
"The hell you are!"
The woman laughed.
"How many so far, Misao-chan?"
"Five."
Sanosuke blinked and looked at Kenshin's friend, then at Misao.
"You know each other?"
"Tragically." Misao replied.
"And unfortunately." the woman countered.
"Ma ma Kaoru-dono! Ah, Sano, Kaoru-dono and Misao-dono have known each other for years."
"Kaoru-dono?" Sanosuke asked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself! My name's H...Kamiya Kaoru."
"Sagara Sanosuke, nice to meet you. Kenshin's told me...nothing about you."
Kenshin laughed nervously while Misao shot Kenshin a smirking look.
"Ah well...it never came up de gozaru!"
Kaoru sighed, grasping his arm tightly.
"Oh that's okay, Kenshin! Ahaha, really. Who am I anyways!"
"Kaoru-dono..."
"Careful man, she seems like a hitter."
"Oh you have no idea, Sagara." Misao said, draping an arm around Sano.
"How so Makimachi?"
"Kaoru-chan here's a dojo baby! Yep! Her dad owned a dojo and she was raised with a bokken in hand. She scared a lot of boys in high school!"
"Oh really Miss...er Mr. Kendo."
Misao shot Kaoru a dirty look.
"I'm telling you, Sagara! She's vicious." Misao murmured, giving Sano a deadpan look.
"She looks it." Sano replied.
The two laughed, arms draped over each other.
And that was what Aoshi saw walking into the bar. And then all he saw was red.
He stalked over to her, arms crossed.
"Do we not have practice tomorrow, Makimachi?" he asked, his voice ice.
Misao blinked, looking up at him.
"Eh...Shinomori-senpai..."
"Icy!" Sanosuke said, standing up and slapping him on the back.
Aoshi merely glared at him and pushed him aside, taking Misao by the arms and standing her up.
"Eh! What's the deal! I'm having fun!"
"Oh yes, hanging all over Sagara."
"Ooh! Jealous?"
Aoshi merely glared at her.
"Hey man, leave him alone. We're in the middle of a contest!" Sanosuke said, slapping a hand on Aoshi's shoulder.
Aoshi pushed him back, annoyed. He knew Misao and Sano were good buddies, but the sight of Sagara with arms around his woman...
"Mind your own business, fool!" Aoshi muttered.
Sanosuke growled and spun Aoshi around, and punched him the face.
Misao's goofy grin faded as her eyes widened.
Aoshi didn't fall to the floor, but he was jarred a bit.
Sanosuke dusted off his hands.
"So back to the contest eh weasel?"
He was met with a fist in the gut.
"Sagara you asshole!" Misao screeched, grabbing Aoshi and leading him out of the bar.
Sanosuke blinked, and sat up...looking at a pair of maroon shoes before him.
"Well Rooster, on your knees again?"
He looked up and groaned.
"Figures."
"Megumi-dono, evening."
"Ken-san! Hello!" she said, smiling at him. She looked at Kaoru and blinked.
"Whose this?"
"This is Kamiya Kaoru. Kaoru-dono, this is Takani Megumi, the nurse at our clinic."
Kaoru plastered on a fake smile.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Hmm..likewise."
"Ag, that weasel can punch."
Megumi clucked her tongue and helped Sanosuke up.
"You dumb rooster, I better take you to the clinic. You alone are killing my budget."
"Che, you love it."
Megumi sighed, and the two left.
"Ne, Kenshin, seems like everyone's going off together. I haven't seen you in a while...what do you say we go back to your dorm, hmmm?"
Kenshin laughed, and patted her hand.
"Sounds like a good idea. I'm sure Megumi-dono will keep Sano preoccupied."
"So how familiar ARE you with this Takani woman?"
"Megumi-dono? She just flirts with me to rile up Sano. They're too stubborn to admit they like each other."
"Oh I see...and that tall, broody gentlemen with Misao-chan?"
"Shinomori Aoshi."
"Aoshi? THE Aoshi? Oh my, so that's the one she's so gone on. I can see why. Poor girl."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about Misao-dono."
"Eh? Why?"
"Nothing de gozaru."
"Kenshin!"
"Come on Kaoru-dono, let's retire for the evening."
"Kenshin!"
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Misao shook her head as she applied iodine to the small cut on Aoshi's
cheek and made a 'tsking' noise.
"You're beautiful face...what a shame. It really was what attracted
me to you." she said flatly as Aoshi glared up at her from his seated
position on his bed.
Misao giggled and applied a band-aid.
"It was a joke, Aoshi."
"We'll see about that." he growled and grabbed her around the waist,
pulling her down and pinning her under him.
"But really Aoshi, you're too damn good looking!" Misao protested, as Aoshi tickled her stomach.
"And really Misao, you're just too cute."
"Cute? I want to be sexy.." she pouted.
"Oh you are Misao. Your energy alone..."
"Aoshi!"
"And your hair feels nice..."
"Aoshi..."
"No more talking?"
"Indeed."
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Short yes. But it's something. Later.
