Author's Notes: Walmart sucks. They didn't have the new green day cd.
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Chapter 7: Hot Fuss
Misao stirred when she felt a muscle in Aoshi's arm twitch as he moved to sit up. She shifted groggily, opening one ocean blue eye to look up at him.
"What time is it?"
"7:30." he murmured, brushing a hand through his hair as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arm, then laid back again.
Misao turned to flop onto her stomach sprawled half-across him and sighed.
"You know what...I'm feeling in a deviant mood. Let's skip school today."
He looked at her and smirked.
"And do what?" he asked, running his hand up and down her spine slowly and sensually.
She scoffed and smacked him on the chest, sitting up and hopping out of bed.
"Stop being perverted. Let's go do something."
He got out of the bed and yawned lightly, raking his hands through his hair again and Misao thought he looked too adorable in the morning. And sexy.
She watched as he careless took off his black tee-shirt and opened his closet to find another shirt. She could almost feel the drool forming at the corner of her mouth at the sight of Aoshi shirtless. He picked out a shirt and turned, cocking his head to the side at Misao's blatantly apparent ogling.
"Something wrong, Misao?" he asked, smirking.
She blinked, her cheeks coloring.
"Ahh....for a goth boy you're...in good shape." she muttered.
"What? You expected me to be pale and lanky?"
"Well....ah....I..."
He put on a sleeveless dark purple shirt and grabbed a pair of black jeans.
"Turn around, unless you want to have seen all of me naked."
Misao sweat-dropped and did as she was told, hearing the sound of clothes rustling, drawers opening and closing, and then finally Aoshi told her she could turn around.
With a sigh, Misao looked around.
"Um, where are my clothes?"
"Dryer. You won't be needing them today."
"What? You want me to walk around buck naked?"
He grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes.
"You can borrow something."
"Ah...you're....bigger than I am."
"Of course I am, but I'm sure I can find you something." he murmured, looking through his closet.
"Well find something, if possible, not black."
"You're assuming I own anything else?"
"That shirt's purple, Aoshi. Don't try to bs me."
He smiled lightly, turning and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to him and kissing her.
"What...was that for?" she asked breathlessly a moment later.
"For not calling me Shinomori-senpai or Aoshi-san. It was getting old."
"Ah...I see." she mumbled, and blinked when he handed her an old looking pair of jeans and a red shirt.
"These are older and should fit somewhat alright."
"Hmm, I suppose. Turn around."
"That's not fair, you saw me shirtless."
"Aoshi, you're apparent dream of seeing me naked isn't happening."
"Yet." he replied, turning around.
Misao took off the shirt and boxers he had loaned and put on the jeans and the red tee-shirt. The jeans were a bit too big, but luckily the shirt was a slimmer fit.
"Here, you'll need a belt." he mumbled, looking on his closet floor and pulling out a black belt that was studded silver.
Sliding it on and cinching the waist, Misao actually felt comfortable in his clothes.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Better in my clothes than I do....maybe."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
She followed him out of his room and upstairs into the kitchen as he looked through his refrigerator and handed her a can of green tea blend.
"Thanks." she murmured, and watched him grab one too.
"Since we're skipping, might as well have breakfast. Any requests?" he asked, looking through the cabinets.
"Hmm, whatever is fine. I'm not really a breakfast person."
He grabbed a box of cereal and two bowls, setting them on the table and then moving to get spoons and milk.
"You know, Aoshi, you're quite domestic. There may be hope for your yet." Misao teased, pouring out some cereal and then adding milk.
"You know, Misao, you're quite energetic. There may be hope for sex yet." he replied mockingly, enjoying the way she flustered.
"Mou, Aoshi! We can barely get through making out without some type of problem, so why would you want to have sex with of all people?"
His lips kicked up at the corners.
"You're attractive-looking, energetic, I can tolerate you for the most part, and it would give me a perverse thrill I suppose. You seem to act as if you've never thought of being intimate with me."
Misao would never admit that she HAD thought of it a couple times, but she would brush those thoughts aside.
It was a bad idea to get involved more deeply, even if the thought was tempting.
And besides, she wanted her first time with someone she loved, not mildly liked and lusted.
"Aoshi, it's a bad idea. I mean we can get along well enough, but we're not like the best of friends and I don't think getting involved like THAT would really be a good idea."
He closed his eyes.
"Perhaps. Virgins aren't that great anyway." he murmured.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? And you're so sexually experienced?"
"More than you."
"Fair enough, but I'm pretty sure you only ever slept with Tomoe so you're not THAT much different, loverboy."
"Oh? How would you know? Keeping tabs on me, are you?"
Misao felt her eye twitch.
"It was just logical deduction." she replied.
"Hmm, let's drop this. What do you want to do today?"
"Umm....I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"Feel you up, but I suppose that's out of the question."
".....I should get you a blow up doll."
"No thanks, I prefer a living body. Preferably yours at the moment."
She made a deadpan face.
"My God, you are such a romantic."
"Never said it would be roses and butterflies."
"More like thorns and ravens with you."
"But you seem to still want to make out, which is the original terms of our association, which I find highly fascinating because I'm sure you could get almost any guy at school..."
"What's your point, Aoshi?"
"That there must be a reason why you continue to want me and not bother to find an actual boyfriend."
"You kiss good! Is that what you want me to say? That I can't stop thinking about you and that I really do look forward to being alone with you? MOUUUUUUUUUU!" she cried out, slamming her head against the table and groaning.
"You done?" he asked, as if her behaving as such was perfectly natural...which is was with Misao.
"Yea, let's go into town. I want to go play some video games or something." she mumbled, standing up and putting her bowl into the sink and moving aside to let him do the same.
She grabbed her wallet out of her school bag, putting in her pocket, and followed Aoshi out the door.
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"Shinomori's not here today." Saitoh murmured, sitting next to Tokio outside for lunch.
"Neither is Makimachi. Maybe they finally took my advice. I leave these breadcrumbs for them to follow but nooooooooooooooo! Stubborn and stupid the both of them. They deserve each other."
"That's what you get for playing Cupid."
"Being chubby and naked with wings?"
"Hmm, I like the sound of that...minus the chubby which you aren't, and wings."
"Hm, maybe tonight if you're a good boy."
"Don't tease me, woman. Besides, I still think it's a bad idea."
"Why? Because you don't like Makimachi?"
"No, because Shinomori is a stubborn asshole with a cold streak."
"Aww, are you worried about Makimachi?" Tokio asked, snuggling closer to her boyfriend.
"No, worried for you when your little plan goes to hell."
"Ah, I'm not worried about Aoshi-kun! Right now he's too horny for Makimachi to be so stupid. Well....I hope."
"Your plan is centered around his libido right now? Risky."
"When it comes down to it, Hajime, Aoshi-kun's a man....and men can't help but be basic sometimes. He has desires too, and I'm just making sure both parties are happy."
"Makimachi's not a whore like Tomoe was. I don't think she'll put out easily."
"No, she won't. She's a decent person unlike that pale whore. She's probably not going to sleep with anyone unless she loved them. Which is why she needs to realize she loves Aoshi-kun already! Honestly, they were friendly as kids."
"Things change."
"Oh stop naysaying me." she groaned, resting her head on his shoulder and sighing.
"Fine. But promise me you'll talk about something else tonight."
"There'll be talking tonight? I thought we were sticking to incoherent moaning?"
"You're a perverted girl, Takagi Tokio."
"Che, you love my perversion. It gets you laid."
"....."
Saitoh hung his head at the truth of it.
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"Well somebody told me that you had a boyfriend that looks like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year, it's not confidential, I've got potential!!" Misao sang out as they walked through Ginza.
"Why are you singing that?" Aoshi asked.
"The Killers are good, and it's a means to taunt Kaoru-chan."
"Poor Himura." Aoshi sighed.
"He can take it, he's supposedly 100 male."
Aoshi resisted the urge to smirk at that.
He led her into an arcade and watched as she bounced over to not DDR, not Soul Caliber, or even the crane game....she went over to skee-ball.
"Ever play this?" she asked him, as he stood at the lane next to hers.
"When I was younger."
"I love skee-ball, it's cheap and fun!"
"It is...enjoyable." Aoshi replied and watched Misao take one of the skee-balls and fling it, cheering happily as in went into the 30 hole.
"How about we make a bet, Misao."
"Oh?"
"Whoever gets most points wins."
"Wins what?"
"That remains to be determined by the winner."
Misao sweat-dropped.
"I suppose." she said, and inwardly grinned. She played skeeball three days a week, there was no way in hell Aoshi would beat her.
Her inner self was laughing.
At first Misao appeared to be doing well....and then halfway through Aoshi was ahead and as the last skeeballs were thrown, Misao paled at the scores.
Aoshi had beat her by 200 points.
"It seems I've won."
"Ahh...ah....ahh..." Misao stuttered in shock.
She had lost at skeeball. Skeeball. SKEEBALL!!!!
"Now as to the bet."
"Ah...um....." she stammered.
"What I want from you...." he said, moving closer.
"Aoshi, I don't think..." she began, but was cut off by a finger to her lips.
"I want to be able to touch you, Misao."
"Hands only."
"Hands only, I promise." he said with a smirk.
"I suppose..." she mumbled.
He couldn't do too much with just his hands right?
Right?
Somehow Misao had a feeling she'd agree to more than she realized.
Damn him for beating her and bruising her skeeball pride.
:: author interjection- I 3 'Midnight Crow' by Aucifer!::
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"Hm? You and Kaoru-chan are worried about Weasel Girl?" Sanosuke asked, as he and Megumi sat outside eating lunch.
"Yea, she's been acting odd lately...and then walking to school with Shinomori-san..."
"She could do worse. Aoshi's not too bad."
"But people have been talking about her." Megumi said, sighing.
Sanosuke took a bite of rice and set his chopsticks down.
"I think it's their business what they do and I don't think it's anyone here's business. This school is full of shit sometimes. I mean I know a lot of people wonder what a 'moron like me' is doing with you- 'the goddess of Class 3-1.'"
Megumi pouted.
"Aw, don't they know I use you for the sex?"
"I knew that was it. And you like the fighting."
"Yes, Rooster, without a daily argument I'll perish." she said flatly.
"At least you admit it." he teased, pointing at her with his chopsticks.
"I guess you have a point with the Aoshi and Misao thing. I'm just worried about her."
"I wouldn't, she's a tough girl who'd probably end up giving Aoshi a run for his money."
"Ugh, we're talking like they're a couple when there's no evidence suggesting so."
Sanosuke finished his lunch and ran his hand through Megumi's long hair.
"You like over-analyzing too much. But it's cute." he said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Everything about me is cute."
"Have you ever seen yourself in the morning, Megitsune? Don't push it."
Megumi narrowed her eyes at him.
"You're so dead."
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"Aahhhh...Aoshi...." Misao breathed out, arching her back and writhing against his mattress, her body shuddering until she lay slumped, almost...twitching.
Aoshi removed his hand from the jeans she wore and grinned softly as he kissed the tip of her nose.
"See, hands only. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. You vocally admitted so, loudly." he murmured.
Misao blinked up at him, trying to catch her breath.
"That....you....I....you..." she shook her head, closing her eyes and turning onto her side.
"So you did like that?" he asked, laying down next to her and looking into her face.
Instead of speaking, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards her as she kissed him.
"It was...good. Really good." she finally mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around her as he held her close.
"So...anyway I can get you to return the favor, hands only?" he asked.
And the nice mood was broken.
"Baka." she murmured, hitting him upside the head. "And I was feeling good too."
"You better have, otherwise my pride would be bruised."
"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. You're...um...quite skilled." she admitted, blushing a bit.
"Of course I am." he mumbled back, then sat up.
"Aoshi?"
"There is something I want to do, Misao." he mumbled, grabbing her and sitting her up.
"What?" she asked, arching her eyebrow skeptically.
"You'll see. Come on." he said, leading her upstairs.
She followed, her legs feeling like jelly as they entered the living room.
"Okay, what are doing?"
He sat her down on the couch as he moved to the TV, and opened the bottom cabinets and pulled out two Playstation controllers, and handed one to Misao, then went back to the Playstation to turn it on.
As the game menu came up, Misao blinked.
"Dead or Alive 2? This is what you wanted to do? Play video games?"
He gave her a sideways glance.
"Yes. Is that so odd?"
Misao shook her head.
"You are SUCH a boy."
"A boy with skills." he replied quickly and defensively.
"You're never letting me live that down, are you?"
He shook his head.
"No, but that's okay. I can make up for it by demonstrating my skills."
Misao blushed.
"I get to play Ein." she mumbled.
"That's fine, I play Hayabusa anyway."
"The silent ninja guy...really, you don't say?"
"Ssh.....play." he ordered, as the two began playing.
Misao, however, was NOT a quiet player.
"Ah damnit!! Come on...what was that attack code again? No nooononooooooo! FUCK!" Misao yelled, throwing her controller to the ground.
"Mind not abusing my controller?"
She looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Why the hell do you have to beat me at everything today?"
"Because I'm older and better?"
"You're an anti-social, colorless mute." she replied in an annoyed tone.
"I'm not mute."
She rolled her eyes and threw one of the couch pillows at him.
He merely put it aside and set his controller down.
"What's bothering you?" he asked.
Misao sighed.
"What are we, Aoshi? Are we still just secretly making up without any strings attached or..."
He sighed.
"At this point I don't know, Misao. At first it was easier, because we didn't talk to each other, but getting to know each other more, and seeing each other everyday...it's hard to not get attached. I never thought going into this that I would..."
"Actually like me."
"I always...liked you. I just didn't like talking to you for many years." he confessed.
Misao blinked and smiled.
"I suppose that's fair enough. I didn't think....that I'd...."
"Like me, obsess over me, want me?" he asked.
"This is serious, Aoshi. I...like you too. I just...don't know what to do. I thought I could just walk away, but..."
"I know. So did I."
"So...what are we?"
"Undefinable for the moment." he answered.
"That's not helping."
"I don't know what to tell you, Misao. In a perfect world I could say, 'gee golly Misao, want to be my girlfriend?' but things aren't like that. I'm a loner, I had a girlfriend once and it wasn't that great...but I do...like being with you. Can't we just hang out without putting a name to it?"
Misao sighed.
"For now I suppose. Though I think your opinion on a girlfriend is highly jaded because Yukishirou-san really was a whore for what she did."
"Aa, I know."
"I'm sorry, but if I was your girlfriend, I'd never act like it made me miserable or try to sleep with your friends. But that's just me. To be honest, what did you see in her?"
"I was young, we were anti-social...she was...kinda pretty. It seemed logical. Now let me ask you, you won't sleep with me, but you did sleep with Sano."
Misao's eyes widened.
"You...know about that?"
"Yes."
Misao hung her head, and folded her hands in her lap.
"It was stupid...we were so drunk and....it was so stupid. I can't even remember most of it. I mean, when I say I want my first time to be with someone I love...I mean the first time I can remember it and know what I'm doing."
"I've been so forward with you Misao because I knew you weren't a virgin."
"Oh..."
"I don't think any less of you for it. I did sleep with that 'pale gothic whore' as she's called."
"Yeah, not a visual I really want."
"I suppose. I guess sleeping with Sagara would make anyone re-consider who they have sex with."
Aoshi sighed and put his arm around her.
"Ne, Aoshi?"
"Hm?"
"I can definitely say though, what you, um, did with your hands was way better than what Sano and I did."
Aoshi smirked.
"Of course it was. I actually know what I'm doing."
"Yea, your experience is so great." she mumbled sarcastically.
He pulled her across his lap and traced his fingers against her jaw.
"It's for you satisfaction, is it not?" he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a kiss.
Misao enjoyed the moment, but still felt the nagging in her....wanting to know what she and Aoshi were...what she...meant to Aoshi.
'Maybe if this was a perfect world....I could say....I could say...I want to be with you. Only you as more than just a secret.'
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Another update down, wahoo.
