Author's Note: Here. Chapter 6.

–after this, indef. Hiatus...sowwy. Personal issues recently came up.

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Chapter 6: How Aoshi Learned to be Impulsive

Peaceful. Warm. Content.

Aoshi had heard of such things, had merely shook them off as sentimental notions...but now he knew what it felt like.

And he liked it. The man who was indifferent to anything to do with love and emotion...liked it.

For the first time----he was completely and utterly happy.

"Oh...my..Oh my God!"

Misao...another story entirely.

He watched as she jumped out of bed in a panic, rushing around the room, grabbing a robe, panicking and mumbling to herself.

Aoshi merely blinked and shifted up slightly, resting his head in his hand as he watched her scurry.

Why was she panicking?

"Oh my God, what the hell have...this was bad. Soooooooo bad!"

He furrowed his brows.

Bad? The sex was...bad? No way. He knew for a fact it was ANYTHING but bad from all the moaning she did the night before.

"Misao?"

"Ahh!" she turned, facing him...her eyes wide.

"Aoshi...we...we...this was a mistake!"

"What do you mean?" he asked calmly, sitting up.

"You...you're my boss! You're a wealthy rich dude! I'm your assistant, a poor college student! The two just don't mesh!"

"I think we meshed...more than well last night, Misao."

He was rewarded with her blushing and biting her lip.

Of course the sex was good. Like he had doubts.

"Regardless! You're my boss and out behavior was just...unethical and this is going to make a mess of things and...and...I need to sit down!" she groaned, sitting on the floor.

As much as Aoshi would have liked to get out of bed and sit next to her, his legs protested. He had overworked them too much last night.

Next time he'd let Misao be on top.

Next time?

He looked at her on the floor looking hysterically panicked.

Yes...he definitely wanted a next time.

Maybe more.

"Misao, what we did was not wrong. I do not regret it."

"Neither to do I but...you have to know this can't possibly work out."

Aoshi sighed, smirking a bit.

She was so...

"Since when did you become a pessimist? That's my job."

She blinked and looked up.

"Now I get you to crack a joke when I'm a wreck! God hates me!"

"Really? You called out to him quite a few..."

"Shut up, Aoshi-sama!"

"Misao. There's no reason to panic. We were two consenting adults who obviously wanted each other. It's not like I'm going to fire you."

"But...it was unprofessional and this could complicate things! What if it doesn't work out and you don't want me as your assistant anymore? Who else but me could put up with you!"

He blinked.

"Same regards to you. You're loud, you're chatty, you're chaotic, you're outspoken, stubborn, violent...And yet I still kept you employed. I highly think romantic complications will spur me to terminate you."

"Romantic...Aoshi-sama, we're not in a relationship! We had sex. I highly doubt you'd want to date me."

"No. I don't."

Misao could have been stabbed and not felt it.

"I...see..I knew that."

"I want to marry you."

For the first time in his life, Aoshi didn't care about consequence.

He did something he had never done before.

Acted on impulse.

"Marry...what? Marry me? ARE YOU INSANE!"

"No. Yes. Maybe."

"Aoshi-sama! You cannot possibly want to marry me!"

"Why not?"

"Because...you don't love me."

"Have I fired you yet?"

Misao blinked.

"No..but what does tha.."

"By all rights I would have fired you many times, and yet I did not. For some reason you stick with me and I feel life would be empty without you. You frustrate and vex me. You're everything I'm not...and I realized last night and this morning...you're also everything I want."

Misao stood up and slowly walked towards him.

"I'm...what?"

"Rendering you speechless is a rare joy."

Misao sat at the edge of the bed.

"Aoshi-sama, this is insane. We..this...you can't expect marrying me will be good!"

"I think it could be the best idea I've ever had. I need someone as stubborn as me, someone to compliment me. I didn't think I did...but...you have a knack for showing me up."

"I want to go home."

"What?"

"Home. Tokyo. I want to go home. I need time...ah...to think this over without you nakedly next to me!"

"That is fine, I should go back to work as soon as possible. You wanted me to relax, I did. I'd say you accomplished your goal in this trip."

At this he quickly kissed her on the cheek, leaving her more flustered.

"I suppose. Well get dressed and we can go."

"If you'll assist me."

"Huh? Oh...okay."

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One strangely quiet and awkward ride home later, Misao dashed up to her room and locked the door, leaving Aoshi in the living room as he sat on the couch and sighed. He was tired. He still held no regrets for his actions, only that it sent Misao into a panic. He wondered if he would ever be able to predict her thinking.

"Not in this lifetime." he murmured to himself.

But he liked that about her. That he didn't know just what she would do, that there was an unpredictability. It was almost a challenge to someone who ALWAYS had everything planned and neatly scheduled.

She was the one thing he couldn't control, that he never wanted to control.

He simply wanted to exist with her.

In a way, she assisted him more thoroughly than expected. She helped him live again more than physically...but emotionally in a way he never thought he would ever want to.

And she did it by being simply her.

Was it all that simple?

Happiness.

Now if only she'd just calm down and see that surely marrying each other was a good thing.

Life would begin to be complete for the man who never did anything impulsive up until recently.

He picked up the phone, dialing Hannya's number.

"Hello?"

"Hannya, it's me."

"Okashira, how was the trip?"

"It was...interesting. I proposed to her."

"Come again, I thought you said you proposed to Misao-san."

"I did."

"...Okashira, is this an attempt at humor?"

"No. I realized something Hannya. I've been missing something in my life and you know how I hate not having things wrapped up. I hate feeling like something is missing. I just never knew something was until..."

"Did you and Misao-san..."

"Confidental, Hannya. Regardless, I have asked her to marry me."

"So...when's the wedding?"

"She needs to say yes first."

"Really? I would think such a dashing gentleman as yourself would have her swept off her feet."

"Hannya, your attempt at a joke is not good."

"Sorry. Give her time. I think she was shocked by you suddenly proposing. I'm sure she will agree."

"You make it sound like I made a business offer."

"Did you word it like one?"

"No."

"Well then, give her time. She'll say yes. She went through so much trouble to kidnap you..."

"And you helped, which I will overlook as it indeed was beneficial to me. More than she realized."

"Indeed. I will see you tomorrow I presume?"

"Yes."

He clicked the phone off and set it down. He stifled a yawn. He really was tired, and so he laid down on his couch and closed his eyes and sighed.

He hoped she'd say yes.

She would...surely.

He was a handsome, attractive, intelligent man.

She liked him, she had to. She didn't seem like the type for casual sex. So she had to like him, the way she acted with him and took care of him was more than just doing her job.

She was concerned. She cared.

So why shouldn't she say yes?

Was he too quiet, too monotonous?

Too much a workaholic?

His thoughts wandered as he drifted asleep, dreaming of the girl with blue-black hair and a smile brighter than the sun.