Ook, well before I forget, I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its
characters, blah, blah, blah, yada yada yada...
Thanks for the reviews XD....happyfulll....damn, my mug of coffee is empty....must...have...more...coffee...
All right, if this thing doesn't come up as a new chapter, I'm going to—to—to make Aoshi get revenge...naa, he's busy with Misao XP... **************************************** Two Okashiras in One Room
I felt a warm, golden ray of sunlight hit my face, and I opened my eyes to see that it was right about dawn.
'Odd, I never wake up after dawn. Must've been really tired.' ~A/N: you better be Aoshi~
As I flipped over on the futon, I noticed my lack of clothing. I glanced around the room, and spotted parts of my uniform scattered around with...what the hell?
Was that an obi? O.O
I moved my rather stiff leg and hit against something that forced a red, hot blush creep up my face.
'Control, Aoshi, control.' Somehow I found those words oddly familiar...
My head whipped to the other side of the futon, right in time to see two large, sea foam colored eyes crack open.
Misao smiled, and I nearly jumped out of bed. "Aoshi?" she whispered.
'Aoshi???? Where was that annoying Sama part?'
Then Misao grinned knowingly, and began to giggle. Her giggles soon morphed into hearty laughs.
"Temporary...amnesia..." she gasped between laughs.
'Ittai?'
Sitting up, Misao let the blanket crumple down to her waste. My blush threatened to creep back up again. She was playing with me!
She put a warm hand on the side of my cheek and slid it down my neck, my arm, and then to my hand, allowing me to feel the cool metal at the base of one of her fingers. She rubbed the base of one of my fingers, and that was when I realized that I was wearing a ring.
"Oh," I said stupidly.
Misao laughed uncontrollably.
Yep, now I knew what happened. The bandits, my confession, her confession, the wedding, and last night. Well, the last part wasn't all that bad remembering.
Looking down at her, I smirked.
Ten minutes later, we were in the bath house. Obviously, I wasn't the only one tired because the Aoiya was silent.
"Hold on, Aoshi, I'm going to light the fire," Misao muttered.
"Nande?"
"Uh...because you need a fire to heat up the water?" she replied, eyebrows furrowed in question.
I had half a mind to say, 'we can heat it up ourselves,' but instead, I answered, "I like it cold."
"Well, I like it hot," my wife countered. "Besides, as an icicle, and as the icicle's wife, I demand that you be subject to hot water to melt your frozen self."
Misao was my wife...I paled at the thought.
But I wasn't Himura, who was weak enough to constantly shadow his wife like a servile puppy.
"Misao..." I grumbled.
She walked over to me and straightened her back to seem as tall as she possibly could.
"That's not going to help much, koishii, you'll still be ten feet shorter to me."
Damn my audacity.
'Don't you remember, baka! MISAO is your wife!'
"NANIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn....
"I like cold water." What?! Where did that come from?! Shinomori Aoshi was supposed to have the tightest control in Japan, but now I was saying the first thing that popped into my mind.
"TOO BAD! I LIKE IT HOT!"
I shook my head. I tell you, my rational mind had fully lost its reign on my body and my stupid, stupid mouth.
"The water is perfect when it is—," I began.
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Hot."
"Cold! Oh, shit."
I smirked.
Then she did something so Misaoish it scared me. She looked at me with wide, glazed eyes and pouted her lips, attacking me with the most adorable puppy dog face.
'AAAAH, Kami-sama heeeelllpp!!!!'
"Please?" She squeaked.
I had to fight, I had to. I was not weak! I was one of the strongest fighters in Japan...who without any doubt deserved the first rank as the greatest fighter in Japan, but due to certain circumstances was not awarded what I rightfully deserved...
It was simple. I would not fall prey to my wife!
Easier said than done.
"The water is better," I began again, but I stopped mid-sentence.
Seeing that the puppy-dog offensive had not been successful, she launched an attack so NOT Misaoish it scared me worse.
She untied her yukata and let it fall to the ground.
I gulped.
My skin burned slightly as I tried to enjoy a very hot bath.
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Another chapter done! YAY, well now I have to clean the house, study, cook lunch...oh what a world....
- Jade
Thanks for the reviews XD....happyfulll....damn, my mug of coffee is empty....must...have...more...coffee...
All right, if this thing doesn't come up as a new chapter, I'm going to—to—to make Aoshi get revenge...naa, he's busy with Misao XP... **************************************** Two Okashiras in One Room
I felt a warm, golden ray of sunlight hit my face, and I opened my eyes to see that it was right about dawn.
'Odd, I never wake up after dawn. Must've been really tired.' ~A/N: you better be Aoshi~
As I flipped over on the futon, I noticed my lack of clothing. I glanced around the room, and spotted parts of my uniform scattered around with...what the hell?
Was that an obi? O.O
I moved my rather stiff leg and hit against something that forced a red, hot blush creep up my face.
'Control, Aoshi, control.' Somehow I found those words oddly familiar...
My head whipped to the other side of the futon, right in time to see two large, sea foam colored eyes crack open.
Misao smiled, and I nearly jumped out of bed. "Aoshi?" she whispered.
'Aoshi???? Where was that annoying Sama part?'
Then Misao grinned knowingly, and began to giggle. Her giggles soon morphed into hearty laughs.
"Temporary...amnesia..." she gasped between laughs.
'Ittai?'
Sitting up, Misao let the blanket crumple down to her waste. My blush threatened to creep back up again. She was playing with me!
She put a warm hand on the side of my cheek and slid it down my neck, my arm, and then to my hand, allowing me to feel the cool metal at the base of one of her fingers. She rubbed the base of one of my fingers, and that was when I realized that I was wearing a ring.
"Oh," I said stupidly.
Misao laughed uncontrollably.
Yep, now I knew what happened. The bandits, my confession, her confession, the wedding, and last night. Well, the last part wasn't all that bad remembering.
Looking down at her, I smirked.
Ten minutes later, we were in the bath house. Obviously, I wasn't the only one tired because the Aoiya was silent.
"Hold on, Aoshi, I'm going to light the fire," Misao muttered.
"Nande?"
"Uh...because you need a fire to heat up the water?" she replied, eyebrows furrowed in question.
I had half a mind to say, 'we can heat it up ourselves,' but instead, I answered, "I like it cold."
"Well, I like it hot," my wife countered. "Besides, as an icicle, and as the icicle's wife, I demand that you be subject to hot water to melt your frozen self."
Misao was my wife...I paled at the thought.
But I wasn't Himura, who was weak enough to constantly shadow his wife like a servile puppy.
"Misao..." I grumbled.
She walked over to me and straightened her back to seem as tall as she possibly could.
"That's not going to help much, koishii, you'll still be ten feet shorter to me."
Damn my audacity.
'Don't you remember, baka! MISAO is your wife!'
"NANIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn....
"I like cold water." What?! Where did that come from?! Shinomori Aoshi was supposed to have the tightest control in Japan, but now I was saying the first thing that popped into my mind.
"TOO BAD! I LIKE IT HOT!"
I shook my head. I tell you, my rational mind had fully lost its reign on my body and my stupid, stupid mouth.
"The water is perfect when it is—," I began.
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Cold."
"Hot!"
"Hot."
"Cold! Oh, shit."
I smirked.
Then she did something so Misaoish it scared me. She looked at me with wide, glazed eyes and pouted her lips, attacking me with the most adorable puppy dog face.
'AAAAH, Kami-sama heeeelllpp!!!!'
"Please?" She squeaked.
I had to fight, I had to. I was not weak! I was one of the strongest fighters in Japan...who without any doubt deserved the first rank as the greatest fighter in Japan, but due to certain circumstances was not awarded what I rightfully deserved...
It was simple. I would not fall prey to my wife!
Easier said than done.
"The water is better," I began again, but I stopped mid-sentence.
Seeing that the puppy-dog offensive had not been successful, she launched an attack so NOT Misaoish it scared me worse.
She untied her yukata and let it fall to the ground.
I gulped.
My skin burned slightly as I tried to enjoy a very hot bath.
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Another chapter done! YAY, well now I have to clean the house, study, cook lunch...oh what a world....
- Jade