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The Winter of My Assassin Lover

-Previous chapter

Soujiro's eyes somehow turned into a golden hue, making his expression into primitive lust. "How'd you know?" he growled out, putting his hands on either side of Kaoru," That I killed them?" With that, his lips fell upon Kaoru's and both bodies feel upon the bed.

-Chapter 2

Misao watched over Kaoru as she served her master's guests appetizers. She decided to guard Kaoru on her own accord. After all, how often is it that the master's daughter expects you to eat at the same table as her every morning? Besides, they were like sisters. No one can change that.

So you can suppose how joyful Misao became when she saw that Kaoru finally found interest in some man, and in the heir of the Seta fortune no less. And you can suppose how angry Misao became when she saw that Priscilla girl blurt out her friend's deepest secret.

Being the concerned person as she was, Misao sped after Kaoru only to find that that Soujiro person has beaten her to it. She remained outside the room, peeking through the small crack between the door and the wall. After listening in a bit, (ok, ok, so she's eavesdropping) she discovered that Soujiro was not as different from Kaoru as she thought he was and that there was chemistry going on between the two.

Misao smiled knowingly at the sight of the two people colliding lips before walking away to continue her work.

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Soujiro didn't know what the hell he was doing. All he knew was the feeling of Kaoru's soft lips against his and the warmth he felt as their bodies connected with each other.

He tried to hold back, but, for some reason, his body refused to submit, doing quite the opposite.

'No! No! Stop it! You're hurting her!' he screamed in his head as Kaoru squirmed under his weight.

Finally, Soujiro pulled his head back, panting.

"Oh my god, Kaoru-san. Oh Kaoru-san. I'm so sorry," he apologized profusely; unaware of the heated gaze he was receiving from the breathless girl.

(Hahaha! What do you know? I'm so sorry for not updating my other fanfics that I'm giving you guys a lime without any requests! Now that's love right there! I expect reviews for this:P)

Unexpectedly to the two, Kaoru yanked down on his hair once again and crashed her mouth against his, igniting an all out war between her tongue and his. As the people continued their tongue-play, the temperature of the room heated up until it was so hot that they had no choice but to remove their outer layer.

Now, Soujiro was only wearing his pants and Kaoru was clad in her undergarments. Skin against skin. Sweat against sweat. Both neither gave up the fight between their tongues, only momentarily separating due to the necessary rite of removing each other's clothing one article after another. Eventually, both wore nothing but the hide on their back.

Soujiro used his arms to hoist himself above her, taking in her glorious nudity without a thought except how beautiful she was. Kaoru, on the other hand, blushed at even glancing at the area below his midsection. He smirked at her.

"What?" Kaoru asked disapprovingly.

Soujiro shook his head back and forth with a mischievous grin that Kaoru couldn't help but be suspicious of. "Nothing," he smiled in a sing-song voice," Just contemplating on how perfect your body is."

Kaoru returned his smile with one of her own, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him forward. She planted butterfly kisses all over his cheek as he lightly nibbled the edge of her earlobe.

Soujiro's kisses trailed down from her neck to the valley between her. Kaoru moaned as he licked the sweat of her chest, leaving the area cold as soon as it lost contact with his tongue.

Kaoru looked down at him, her hands buried into his brown tresses. "Ungh, Sou-Souji- Soujiro…" she managed to speak out in between groans of pleasure while her partner sucked softly on her right breast," Do you- Ungh, think we should be doing this?"

Soujiro froze. He looked up at her with a scared look in his eyes. He quickly got off of her, mumbling soft apologies repeatedly, and jumping into the clothes he threw onto the floor with abandon.

"Sou-kun?" she asked, worried that she might have said something to insult him," Sou-kun, did I upset you?"

He looked up at her and cupped her face with his hand. "No, no, Kaoru-san, it's not that. It's just," he hesitantly told her.

"It's just what?" she whimpered, feeling her eyes water. Kaoru bit her lip and mentally told herself not to cry, but her body betrayed her. The waterworks began again and, this time, Soujiro was unsure of what to do.

"No, Kaoru-chan," he comforted softly, kissing her on her forehead," It's just; I don't think that we should be doing this yet. We're not even married."

"We're not married yet," Kaoru corrected, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"No, Kaoru-chan," he warned," Don't make quick assumptions. You're not even sure that our fathers are even friends. They could be rivals for all we know." Soujiro slowly pushed Kaoru down on the bed, covering her with the bed sheets, and neatly placing her discarded clothes on her vanity.

Before he could get out the door, Kaoru whispered shakily," We're not going to see each other again, are we?"

Soujiro turned around and shook his head. He tenderly brushed away her bangs and pecked her head, making an audible 'smeck' sound. Kaoru giggled. "No worries, love. Nothing can keep me from you." With that, he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Kaoru rolled over on her side and giggled to herself, but she blushed as she remembered that he called her 'love'.

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3:04 a.m.

Kaoru woke up, feeling fatigued from having a dreamless sleep. Groaning as she gripped the blanket, she turned in the other direction, cracking her back, wanting to get some more sleep.

"Kaoru-sama! Kaoru-sama!" a familiar voice rang, accompanied with a few knocks outside her bedroom door.

"Hn…? What is it?" she yelled out groggily, pulling the covers over her head as Misao burst into the room.

"Kaoru-sama! Breakfast is ready!" the happy handmaid exclaimed as she clapped her hands together.

Kaoru looked at her maid skeptically, bags under her eyes. "Misao…?"

"Yes?"

"You woke me up in the middle of the night just so you will announce that breakfast is ready?"

Misao ignored her mistress's irritated state and replied with a joyful voice, snatching the blankets and flinging them away to reveal Kaoru's naked form," Rise and shine, Kaoru-sama!"

Kaoru shivered at the sudden contact with the chilling air, but shrugged it off to get dressed. Neither girl were embarrassed with the state of dress Kaoru was in. To them, it was a normal occurrence. Besides, summer in Japan was extremely hot, especially at night when you have a ton of English, feather-stuffed blankets covering you.

Kaoru groaned as she rubbed her eyes to look at the clock, when realization hit her. "Umm… Misao…?" the girl asked, turning to her maid who was humming as she folded the blankets properly.

"Yes, Kaoru-sama?" Misao answered, not flinching from her work.

"Why did you wake me up at 3 in the morning?"

"Ah, yes! That almost slipped my mind. You will be going to Matsue for another ball to find you a suitor." (Ok, just imagine the distance between Los Angeles and San Diego… or farther. Remember, they didn't have cars back then so it'll take longer.)

Kaoru nearly dropped the brush in her hand. "What!"

Misao laughed at her mistress's gaping mouth. "Hahaha, oh, Kaoru-sama," she proclaimed heartily, handing Kaoru a dress encased in a box, much like something Sleeping Beauty might have worn to her engagement ball," No worries. I overheard you and Soujiro-sama last night. Didn't he say that nothing can keep him from you?"

"Well, yes, but, doesn't he live here in Tokyo? I mean, it would take him at least a day to get there. Don't you think his father would have noticed his absence by then?"

Contemplating on what she said, Misao nodded," That's true, Kaoru-sama, but, before he left, Soujiro-sama noticed me and said something. He said for me to tell you that his father is having a council meeting in Matsue on the same day as your ball." Misao sighed dreamily. "Oh my, Kaoru. It seems as though fate set this up for you two to be together." (Well, if you consider the authoress fate then you can't tell Misao that she's lying, now can you…?)

Kaoru squealed with delight and threw her arms Misao in joy, leaving her long forgotten dress on her headboard. She jumped around happily but suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute… He was not invited to the ball, was he? How can he get in? I mean, there's going to be guards there, right?"

Misao pointed a finger at her, a naughty expression on her face. "You should learn to trust you man, Kaoru-sama. If he says nothing will keep him from you, nothing will keep him from you. Besides," Misao said, rummaging through the box that contained her mistress's dress.

"Besides…?" Kaoru implored.

"Ah! Found it!" Misao cheered, waving the item she was looking for in front of Kaoru's face.

"What is it?" Kaoru observed the object as soon as Misao stopped waving it around.

"It's a mask, Kaoru-sama," she commented with glee," For your ball. Guess what that means?"

"It's a masked ball!" Kaoru smiled, taking the glitter-covered feather mask from her maid's hands, partaking in its gleaming beauty.

"Exactly! So your man can get in there easily!" Kaoru blushed at the thought of Soujiro being 'her man'. "All right, now it's time for some breakfast!"

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Soujiro remained sitting on the rocky edge of the pond by his large estate, deep in thought. His 'father', Baron Seta, had informed last night, before he met Kaoru, that that he would be accompanying him on his council meeting in Matsue. As soon as he met Kaoru, he planned to ask the baron to let him stay, but decided against it. Good thing he did too, for Misao, Kaoru's handmaid, had told him that Kaoru was going to Matsue as well. It seems as though fate had this planned all along. (Of course I do! If I didn't, then I'm one bad author… and not in a good way.)

He subconsciously put his fingers to his lips, still dazed by the lingering feeling of Kaoru's against his own. She was like a drug… only that you don't get brain-damaged when you get high off her… or do you?

Soujiro wasn't sure of what to think anymore. He wasn't sure if his attraction to Kaoru is lust or love. Then, he remembered what his 'grandmother' had told one of his 'cousins'.

-Flashback

The wrinkled old woman sat across from her grandson in the traditional Japanese sitting position, a half-giddy, half-serious look upon her aging face. Neither two noticed a little 11-year-old Soujiro standing right outside the shoji screen for he had learned the hard way to be light on his feet and invisible. "Now what did you want to tell me, young grandson?"

"Um… uh…" the grandson stuttered, obviously new to this topic of conversation," Lately… I've been, uh… thinking…"

"Thinking…?" It was apparent that she grew wary of his incoherent babbling, but, since he was one of the heirs, she might as well install at least some confidence into him.

"I was thinking about… this girl… and… not only that, I've been dreaming about her too, and…" he sweated, poking his two index fingers together effeminately.

"Ah, so you're trying to tell that you want to bed this girl and have her as your wife, am I correct?" The old windbag raised a white, hairy eyebrow at him, amused that he would ask her for council and not her husband.

"Er… yes, to put it bluntly…"

Soujiro, by now, was interested in their conversation seeing that he is at the wonderful age of barely entering the wonderful world of puberty. But he wouldn't tell his 'guardians' that. Hell no. They would beat him senseless, saying that he's so perverted that he'll turn into a whore like his mother. 'So it's normal to have those kind of dream?' Soujiro thought innocently.

The old grandma chuckled heartily. "My boy, you are now at the growing age of 15. It's normal for you to think these things. But you must make sure that you clean up after yourself when you have one of those dreams, ok?"

"Yes, grandmother. But… how do you know if it's love… or lust… as you call it?"

The elderly woman chuckled again. "My boy, you'll know when the time comes. But you must control yourself, understood?"

"Yes, grandmother."

When the little eavesdropping boy saw the grandson get up, he immediately withdrew and quietly raced down the hall to seem as though he was running to get the rice barrels. 'It's normal, huh?'

-End Flashback

'So I'll know when the time comes?' Soujiro thought to himself. An image of Kaoru writhing beneath him last night came to him and he instantly ran to the bathroom to do… something… before people began to notice.

(So we got ourselves a dirty Soujiro, huh? I dare you to guess what he's doing! . )

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Kaoru all of a sudden felt that Soujiro was having a bit of trouble. What kind of specific trouble it is, she did not know. It was just a sudden feeling that dawned to her while she was eating the oatmeal Misao had prepared for her.

Misao came down the staircase with 2 suitcases in her hands. "Kaoru-sama! I'm done packing you clothes! Are you ready to go?"

Kaoru picked up her and walked to dump them in the kitchen sink for washing later on. (Remember people, in this time period, they had basins for washing but I put sink to make you more in tune with the story.)

With a heavy sigh of worry over her 'man', Kaoru nodded her head at her handmaid and took one of the cases from Misao, heading toward the carriage that awaited them.

'Here we go.'

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Soujiro was done with his 'business' in the restroom and is now packing his belongings into the suitcases his 'father' had given him. He smiled unknowingly to himself. 'So, Kaoru-san is going to Matsue too? Good.' Along side his katana and armor he packed into the already stuffed baggage, Soujiro also put a pair of handcuffs that he had been given by the head of the police force, Saitou. Good thing they were friends, it meant that you had a strong determination or you just had strong connections to his source of income. For Soujiro, it was a little of both. It was difficult to get near him in general after all… The boy shuddered a thought of what Tokio-san had to do to get under his skin.

Soujiro was happy for her. He had learned from her husband indirectly that she was infertile, but, after a few years, she had gotten impregnated. He subconsciously wondered what they would look like; would they be as difficult as their father? Or was nice and friendly as their mother? Or maybe both at the same time? Soujiro slapped himself to prevent his thoughts form going any further.

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Kaoru had her elbow propped upon the windowsill of her carriage, her hand supporting the side of her jaw. Again, she sighed.

"Kaoru-sama," Misao pointed out," You've been sighing a lot lately. Is it because of Soujiro-sama?"

Her mistress suddenly turned into a cherry color and waved her arms in front of her in an 'X' formation. "Me…? Why-why would I think of h-him!"

Misao gave a haft-hearted glare at Kaoru. "Never mind, Kaoru-sama. You're just in denial…"

Kaoru let the subject drop until a certain Latin tutor of hers popped into her head. She looked evilly at her counterpart who was currently staring out the window with a longing look on her face.

"But what about you, Misao?" Kaoru asked innocently, her mischievous smirk betraying any tone in her voice.

"What about me?" Misao asked, not sure where this is going.

"You know… My Latin tutor… Aoshi-san," Kaoru said… a jovial look on her face as her handmaid's face turned into a tomato.

"That-that's none of you concern, Kaoru-sama!" Misao shouted out.

Kaoru merely busted out laughing, clutching at her sides as Misao couldn't help but do the same.

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thundersister: Yo, I made my chapters a little longer than that of my other fanfic, What the Hell is Going On! So I hope you guys are happy. I have some questions for you all, and I'll be sure to be thankful if you would answer them.

1 What the hell is a song fic? And don't give me this bullshit that it's a fanfic based on a song. We all know that that doesn't describe shit and you know it.

2 I have a feeling that no one wants a lemon… well, there's this one person, but it's only one person! Shall I just let this be rated T?

3 Tell me how you like it so far!

4 Oh yeah, for those that asked in What the Hell is Going On!. I was 11-years-old, 6th grade, when I did that fanfic and now I'm a 12-year-old 7th grader on summer vacation. So tell me if my writing is good, ne?

Now, for the responses! Yay!

Lynnie6: You were into the story? Wow, even I wasn't into it that much. And I'm the author…sheesh. Thank you for adding this story to your faves!

Lathayan: Did I spell that right? Ok, thank you! I love making my reviewers happy.

Another Baka: giggles Do you have braces? pokes at big grin

Anonymous Freak: Yes, I know it's a little rushed but it's no more rushed than a love-at-first-sight cliché in the movies. By the way… the word is not 'Sex'. .

Insane Reader: Hahahaha! You make me laugh! Consider yourself special because you're the very first one to request for a lemon!

Mimi: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. (Wow, I feel like I performed in Las Vega or something.)

Virtually Forgotten: Ooohh… looks at your review with wide eye Thank you! Don't worry! I wouldn't dare disappoint you as far as not updating! And, so far, your review is the first intelligent one I've received so far! (No offense guys! It's just that she used big words!) I love doing suspense. I remember, during my elementary school days that the genre that I was the worst at writing was suspense… so… you could imagine how hard I worked to create this cliffhanger. (Not much, I tell you.)

Silence-Breaker: Nice. I like your name. You sound like a rebel. XD I know, I know. I'm known for making good fanfics end prematurely… hahahaha. That won't happen with this one… at least I hope not. ;;

And that's all for now, I love you all. Well… those that reviewed at least. :P

-Ciao