However...when a person tells me to 'freakin update already!' I don't take it so nicely because I get sick of constantly re-explaining WHY it takes so long for me to update.
This is NOT the only story I'm working on. I'm working on at least seven others and to be honest I haven't felt the urge to work on this story at the moment, as I've opted to work on other things. I realize it's frustrating for readers, I know how they feel, but I at least hope that I can be shown courtesy and not essentially bitched at for not updating after a month.
I also work and I have to go back to school next week and I'm also being sued for 267.70 so it's not like I have this abundant free time to write.
Sorry guys, had to rant.
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Chapter 4: Overtime
"So you get paid to babysit some dude?"
Misao sighed, stirring her tea as she sat across from her friends in the coffeeshop.
"It's more than that, Sano." Misao mumbled back, sipping her tea.
"I'm sure she does more than 'babysit'." Megumi interjected.
Misao nodded.
"Aoshi-sama's pretty good with the pay anyways. Though honestly it's been going towards tuition and stuff."
"Aoshi-sama? What are? In the Meiji era?" Sano asked.
Misao smirked.
"If you ever met him you'd understand. It's more of a teasing thing really."
Misao looked out the window for a moment, her mind wandering.
She wondered what her friends would think of Aoshi, probably that he was a stiff. She smirked at that.
Her classes had been cancelled for some faculty meeting so she had taken the chance to hang out with Sano and Megumi before she had to go home to Aoshi.
'It almost sounds like you're married or something.' she thought.
"Misao-chan?"
Misao blinked and looked at Megumi.
"Eh? What's that?"
"I was saying, is he good looking or not?"
"Aoshi-sama? Yea, he's good looking. Really tall with blue eyes and black hair that...falls into his eyes and it's like you almost want to push his hair out of his eyes, but it looks so good as is."
Megumi smirked.
"Sounds like someone's got a crush..."
Misao crumbled up her napkin and threw it at Megumi.
"Shut up!"
It was absurd! Aoshi was her boss, her employer, her...he...he was really good-looking, and could be nice when he wasn't getting snippy, he sometimes had a sense of humor, and.
'Oh crap. Am I getting a crush on Aoshi-sama?'
"Hey, foods up!" Sano said, flicking Misao in the forehead and she furrowed her brows, but then happily grinned when her plate of burger and fries arrived.
"Food definitely is the way to Weasel's heart."
"Rooster, stop being a moron." Megumi sighed, tugging on her fiancee's ear. He winced and pushed her hand away, grabbing his chopsticks and digging into his ramen.
They ate, dropping the topic of teasing Misao as they talked about school.
"Misao-chan, have you started studying for the marketing exam yet?"
Misao groaned, slapping a hand on her forehead.
"I don't even want to THINK about it. It's a week away."
"Yea, me neither but I guess we should start studying."
"Ahhh...ugh..." Misao muttered, biting into her hamburger.
"Think we should get together and study? It worked last semester for macro-economics." Sano suggested.
"Sure, can I borrow your man-bitch, Megumi-chan?"
Megumi nodded and Sanosuke fumed.
"I'm NOT her manbitch."
"Silence, bitch." Megumi murmured.
"I'm not...oh forget it." Sanosuke mumbled, slurping his ramen.
"If you're free tomorrow we can study over at Aoshi-sama's since I well, live there. And he's got a nice kitchen."
"Food is good, free food is better. I'm down. Will he mind?"
"Who? Aoshi-sama? Che! Since I live there I should be able to have guests and it's not like we're going to be goofing off and stuff."
"True."
"Ooh, Misao-chan! Is he like the sexy angry or the ugly angry?"
"What do you mean?" Misao asked, eating a french fry.
"Well, there's like ugly angry where the guy's nostrils get all huge and he just looks...all ugly. And then there's SEXY ugly, where even if you're in trouble and he's pissed...the guy looks sexy."
Misao tapped a finger to her chin.
"Hmm...well...I'm going to say sexy angry. I don't think Aoshi-sama could ever be ugly."
"Not even if he was like scarred and mangled and burned and had to wear a mask and hide in caves under an opera house?"
Misao blinked at him, frowing.
"Sano...what the fuck?"
"Baka!" Megumi said, glaring at her fiancee. "Sorry Misao-chan, I dragged him to see the Phantom of the Opera movie."
"Ah..ew! Sano that was mean! The man's disabled!"
"Really Rooster." Megumi said sternly.
Sanosuke put his hands up in the air.
"I surrender. You two are just impossible."
Misao smiled and finished off her burger and fries.
"Well you can escort me home from class and we can study then. Aoshi-sama's been an ass and working late despite me yelling at him not to."
"Aww, Misao-chan, how domestic." Megumi cooed.
Misao shot Megumi a glare.
"Well at least I'm not a ho like you. OOH! What now!" Misao said, throwing money on the counter.
"Little twerp." Meugmi huffed.
"Well this twerp has things to do. See ya tomorrow, bitch!" Misao said to Sano as she left.
Sanosuke crossed his arms and almost pouted.
"What's wrong?" Megumi asked.
"I am NOT a manbitch."
Megumi chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Nee, Sanosuke, don't let it bug you. I'll make it up to you later." she purred into his ear.
He turned to face her with a small frown.
"You better."
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"Okashira, will you be working late again tonight?" Hannya asked, dropping off papers on Aoshi's desk.
Aoshi looked up from his computer and nodded slightly.
"This deal is vital to the company and I want to ensure its success." Aoshi murmured, sorting through papers.
"Well...just...take care of your health too sir."
Aoshi glanced up again.
"What brought this on, Hannya?"
"Let's just say you have a guardian angel concerned for you."
"Misao..." Aoshi mumbled.
"It is her job to take care of you, sir. She seems genuinely concerned that all this work will be bad for you."
"She is my assistant at home, I pay her. She does not 'take care' of me. I am her boss, she does not dictate my life."
Hannya sighed.
"Sir, if I may say, Makimachi-san seems like a well meaning young lady. Perhaps you shouldn't worry her so?"
"Traitor."
Hannya smiled a bit and sighed.
"Well sir, I too worry. It wouldn't do for our esteemed leader to be out of commission once more. We rely on you too much."
Aoshi smirked at that.
"I have no intention of such a relapse."
"Well then, I'll leave you to your work sir."
Aoshi watched as Hannya left his office and sighed.
He looked at clock, it was almost four-thirty.
He supposed he should let Misao know he was working late.
Meanwhile Hannya pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"Makimachi-san? It's Hannya. Aoshi-sama indeed appears to be working late. I mentioned your worries to him and my own."
"Mou! Stubborn that one! Well Hannya-kun, thanks for the help."
"I too worry over him, so helping you is no problem."
"Yea, but I'm sure he'll be mad if he knew you were in cahoots with me. It's his fault he works so damn much!"
"Well keep trying Makimachi-san. Just try...being cute with him."
"Cute? I'm always cute. I think I get what you mean. Well, I'll let you get back to work! Later!"
"Goodbye."
Hannya walked off towards his office and sighed.
He hoped Aoshi didn't find out he was helping Misao.
He knew despite his coldness Aoshi had a temper that could be borderline violent. He wondered, no...knew Aoshi would be mad if he ever knew he was being slightly manipulated. Even if it was for the tall man's own good.
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"Wooooooow! Damn Misao-chan, this is some place! Way to shack up with a rich dude."
Misao hit him in the arm and frowned.
"I'm not shacking up with him! I work for him!"
"Che, you probably would if he could function. Bone him I mean."
Misao's eyes widened.
"SAGARA! KECCHOO GIRI!"
"Ow! Weasel attack!"
"He's not disabled like that! It's his knees. He's not...disabled there."
They walked into the living room and tossed their bags down as Misao led Sanosuke into the kitchen.
"So what's your poison? Water, soda?"
"Beer?"
"Hahaahah..no." Misao said, tossing him a Coke as she grabbed one for her and went into the pantry for a bag of chips and led Sanosuke back into the living room where their marketing books and notebooks sat.
"Okay Sano, we gotta focus here. MARKETING..."
"Holy crap! That's a huge TV!"
"Sano..."
"Does it get porn?"
"Sanoooooooooooo!" Misao yelled, whacking him with her notebook.
"Sorry weasel, but damn that's big. Okay okay, markkkkkettting..."
After an hour had passed...they didn't even make it through one chapter.
Misao chewed on the end of her pen while Sanosuke's hand edged closer and closer to the remote.
She smacked his hand and threatened him with her pen as her eyes narrowed.
"Sano! We have to get this done or we will fail. Do you WANT to repeat the class?"
He blinked.
"No?"
"Very good. Then FUCKING focus!" she yelled, her voice snapping.
Sanosuke sighed.
"Stop being so grumpy! Someone needs a tickling!"
"No...NOO DON..AHAHAHAHA!" Misao yelled as Sano began tickling her sides and causing her to laugh incessantly as soon they were on the floor wrestling and tickling each other.
It was this sound that Aoshi heard as he walked in the door, briefcase in hand as his head lifted and he walked towards the living room.
It was Misao laughing, and as he stood under the arch he saw her sprawled on the floor, affectionately, with a brunette man.
His eyes narrowed and his stomach felt oddly sick.
Misao looked up and gasped, sitting up and hitting Sanosuke to stop him.
"A..Aoshi-sama! Welcome home!"
He merely glared and Misao felt chills down her spine.
"I figured I'd finish my work at home since I was told you were worried. I suppose my information was inaccurate."
Misao hung her head at his words.
She was worried about him.
Sanosuke sensed the uneasy tension in the room and stood, walking over to Aoshi.
"Um, Shinomori-san, I'm Sagara Sanosuke, friend of your employee, Misao-chan."
Aoshi looked down at the slightly short man, his eyes still cold.
"Aa. I see."
Misao walked over to them and tried to put on a smile.
"Sano and I have a big marketing test so we're studying for it."
"Studying? Interesting way of studying. It's fine for tonight but next time tell me when you wish to have guests. Please keep the noise down." he mumbled, turning on his heels.
"And will this guest be spending the night?" Aoshi asked.
Misao's face reddened.
"NO! Sano is Not spending the night!" Misao said, huffing as she turned and stormed back to the couch.
Sanosuke look at Misao and then Aoshi and felt like he was in the middle of a battlefield.
"Ah, I'm engaged, man. Misao-chan's just my friend. Um..I think I'll be going now.." Sanosuke mumbled.
"No Sano, you don't have to..."
"Yes, Misao-chan, I think I should leave." Sanosuke said and flicked her on the forehead.
"But...the test.."
"We'll study another day. We didn't get very far anyway. Later, kid."
"Bye, I guess."
Misao watched Sanosuke leave before turning angrily to follow Aoshi upstairs.
"Aoshi-sama! What the hell was that about!"
Aoshi turned on the steps, his gaze even.
"I would prefer you keep you liaisons out of my house."
She rolled her eyes and growled.
"We were STUDYING! Sano and I aren't like that anyway! He's like a brother to me and his fiancee is one of my closest friends! I don't even know WHY I'm explaining this to you! I live here too, so if I want to spend time with my friends I don't see the problem!"
"This is MY house, you live here to work. Next time ask." he said, continuing up the stairs.
"Why yes Aoshi-sama Sir! Tell me when I can breathe why don't you!" she yelled, following him as he set his briefcase down next to his bed room door as he walked in and took off his suit jacket and tie, and the white button up shirt underneath.
He was left wearing black dress pants and a black tee-shirt.
Misao walked towards him and crossed her arms.
"What is it now, Misao?" Aoshi asked as he folded up his jacket and shirt and placed them in his hamper.
"You can't treat me like that, Aoshi-sama! I may work for you, but I'm not a damn servant! I'm here to assist!"
"I don't need you right now." Aoshi grumbled, and Misao walked in front on him and looked up at him agrily.
"Yes..you do need me! You overwork yourself, you push yourself too hard, and you throw fits at physical therapy and I'm the one who has to try to get it into your stubborn head that you NEED to stop and slow down before you damage yourself more!"
He walked closer to her, causing her to back up against the wall.
"I don't need you to tell me how to work, I don't need you threatening me with your little daggers, and I don't need you pretending you actually care. I don't need you treating me like an invalid!"
He growled in frustration and punched the wall next to her head, causing her eyes to widen.
"Aoshi-sama..."she whispered.
She didn't mean to be treating him that way...she didn't see him like that.
She couldn't finish thinking as warm, demanding lips crashed against hers and a hand gripped at her waist.
Her eyes widened again before closing at the sudden onslaught of sensations running through her body.
It felt so...so.
She couldn't even describe it as her body felt aflame and as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and began to respond, he pushed himself away and put a hand to his mouth and his eyes were slightly wide.
"Misao...get out."
She blinked up at him and ran out of his room, shutting the door behind her as she ran into her room and pressed fingers to her lips, blushing.
Aoshi had kissed her.
And she more than enjoyed it.
'Kami-sama...I think I DO have a crush on him!'
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