Now or Never
By: Cereis
(Rikka-chan)
Disclaimer: I don't own RK
…but how I long to own Aoshi….
:wishful thinking:
Sighs a deep sigh
yay-ness! i'm back! after how many long months of not update? sorry bout the long wait folks, just been really busy w/ school, during the school year, and workduring the summer, but none the less, i am here w/ a new chapter! well, to be truthful, i had the majority of this chapter already written for a couple months now, and even had it deta read! but i didn't finish the ending cuz eveything o wrote just osunded to corny for me... but i finally finished it today. hopefully u won't think this chapter is too wierdly wirtten. i just re-read it, and aoshi seemed kinda...ooc-ish i think is the word? i dunno but he just came out as wierd to me. i promise to make a better chapter next time if this one isn't to ur liking!
enough stallling! here is the chapter!
Chapter 4Aoshi made his way down the hall. The scent of kitsune udon floated its way towards his nose. The kitchen was about a few doors away from the office. Inhaling the scent brought a small smile to Aoshi's lips.
Hm, kitsune udon. Her favorite.
A flashback of Misao when she was younger, stuffing her face, popped into his mind.
He shook his head in amusement at the thought of the pleasant memory.
While walking, Omasu's head appeared next to the shoji frame of the kitchen.
"Oh, Aoshi-sama. Could you tell Misao that dinner will be ready soon? We made her favorite, kitsune udon."
"Aa." Aoshi replied, his usual monosyllable answer to every question he received, and continued on his way to Misao's office.
When he reached the door, he paused. It was time to face the inevitable. He knew that Misao was upset at him. He promised to himself that he would make it up to her after making such a low blow to her ego. He knew how much she had tried to catch his eye by trying to act and dress more maturely. And to have you know, he noticed every single attempt, even though on the outside he still looked like the same impassive block of ice.
All the attempts showed him just how much Misao grew up, especially a few that to this day still managed to get a tiny flush across his cheeks when he thought about it. It took all of his will power not to ravage her lithe form then and there on the floor from her last attempt. That skimpy outfit and bright blush across her cheeks still sent shivers down his spine. But, he didn't want her to change. What he liked most of all about her was her natural, caring, genki self. Though her freely expressed emotions and hot temper did tend to get her into trouble at times, it was what he most loved about her. But of course, he would never admit that fact to anyone. He was barely able to even admit that fact to himself. If anyone didn't deserve her love, it was him. A monster like himself didn't even know what love was like anymore.
He committed too many sins and had put her through so much pain, that he didn't believe himself worthy to even be in her presence. Not to mention the guilt of the death of his four loyal followers and close friends still hung on his shoulders. But, the weight of that burden has been partially lifted all thanks to one person.
Her.
The person whom he would never be able to have or love.
"If I'm a nineteen year old child now, then what was I three years ago chasing you around Japan?"
The words ceased to stop resonating in his head.
"If I'm a nineteen year old child now,"No…
He shut his eyes. A fifteen-year-old version of himself was watching a five-year-old Misao sleeping soundly.
", then what was I three years ago chasing you around Japan?"
No…
His right fist was tightly clenched, the case file dropped to the floor. Visions of Hannya teaching Misao Kenpo now flashed through his mind.
"If I'm a nineteen year old child now"
No…
His body started to tremble slightly. He saw his four followers all get shot down by a gattling gun in his place.
",then what was I three years ago,"
No…
He brought his left hand up to his head, covering his eyes and clenched his jaws. The same scene replayed in his mind, but this time, instead of his four friends, it was Misao's limp body that lay in front of Aoshi.
"chasing YOU around Japan?"
NO!
"Aoshi-sama?" a small hand lightly touched his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" concern covered Misao's face.
Misao's POV
Aoshi grabbed Misao by the side of her arms, still shaking slightly. He was also breathing a little hard.
"Aoshi-sama? What's wrong? You're shaking!" worry now covered Misao's small face. She brought her right hand up to grab one of Aoshi's hands on her arm. His hand was clammy and there was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Aoshi's eyes were blank, as if in a trance.
What was wrong with him?
"Aoshi-sama, what's wrong? You're scaring me." She brought her free hand up to Aoshi's shoulder and let go of the hand she holding for cup his left cheek.
"Aoshi-sama? Aoshi-sama?"
Aoshi's POV
…Aoshi…
…
…Aoshi…
…what…?
…Aoshi …come back to me…
…is some one…calling me?
…Aoshi…wake up…
…what?
WAKE UP!
Aoshi shot out of his trance, his eyes returning to their normal state.
"Aoshi-sama?"
Aoshi looked downwards towards Misao. She looked worried and fright covered her face, tears were forming in her eyes.
"Aoshi-sama!" Misao cried out and threw her arms around Aoshi's neck. Aoshi's body stiffened.
"Oh my gosh, I-I was s-so worried!" she spoke, her face pressed against his yukata.
Aoshi stood there, not quite certain what to do. Also wondering whom it was that was calling him back to reality. Was it Misao?
He mentally shook his head, pushing that thought aside. His brain finally decided to kick in as he tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist. The flashes of what he had seen shook him to the core. He tightened his grip around her, holding her more closely to himself. He could feel the warmth of her body and the light beat of her pulse. He sighed in relief at knowing that Misao was perfectly alive and safe in his arms, and not in the state he had seen in his dream.
Aoshi could feel the wetness of Misao's tears against his neck and chest, soaking his yukata. He could still hear her crying a little bit and sniffing.
"It's alright Misao, I'm fine." He spoke softly, lowering his head to her ear, trying to stop her tears.
"…I was just so scared…" she whispered.
Her body trembled slightly, feeling Aoshi's breath against her ear and neck.
Oh…
A small blush covered her checks at the feeling of Aoshi's body so close to hers. He was so close that she could feel the heat from his body leaving him and slowing melding into her own, and his breath lightly brushing against her neck and ear. She had only dreamed of being in his arms this way, and yet here she was standing in his arms in one of the hallways of the Aoiya. Even though she knew he was only holding her to comfort her, it didn't matter. All that mattered at the moment was that she was with him. End of story.
…but oh….the sensations he was making her feel without him even meaning to…
She gripped his yukata in her fists and rested her head against his chest. A few moments pass, Aoshi allowing Misao a couple of minutes to settle down.
"Misao?"
"…"
"Misao?"
"…"
Hm, she seems to have stopped crying, but her body is still shaking…
Aoshi sighed.
Misao trembled.
Aoshi's eyebrow rose in confusion.
"Hm?"
Misao trembled again.
He opened him mouth to speak, but let out a small breath in confusion instead, feeling his breath bounce off Misao's neck.
Once again, she trembled.
He stood there, thinking to himself what was wrong. Then it hit him.
His eyes widened slightly at his realization.
She's trembling because of me!
Aoshi paused uncertain of what to do. Then an idea came to mind. But he quickly shunned himself at the thought.
No…I shouldn't. That would be wrong… I am only holding her now because I had caused her tears. I am only comforting her.
He looked down at her smooth creamy neck, temptation building in him to the fullest.
No! I will not! I am too tainted… She will find a much better man than I.
Aoshi clenched his teeth for a moment to reassure himself. Self-control had always been one of the best qualities that he prided himself of. And slowly in that moment, it was all being torn down piece by piece.
No, not in that moment. For the past three years. This girl-no, this woman has always been by his side no matter how many times he had tried to turn her away. Maybe she was right. Maybe it wasn't a childish crush after all. Had he been blind this whole time because of his one-track mind, denying himself happiness for the rest of his life? That because of that, he caused the one and only person who actually cared for him to suffer?
Maybe she was right and he was wrong. Or maybe his thinking was disoriented from being to close to her. Her could smell her, the faint traces of jasmine, slowly intoxicating his mind and blurring his rational thinking.
Involuntarily, his head moved closer to Misao's neck while he was buried in his thoughts, as if his nose was leading him to the soft jasmine scent coming off of her. It was when his lips, slightly parted, were almost touching her ear when he noticed how close he was to her. At that moment, something cracked.
Maybe…
Maybe just this once…
He lightly blew against Misao ear.
And, as he predicted, she shivered.
A small smirk appeared on his face, barely visible. He moved his mouth to her ear, lips scantly brushing them, as if by accident, as he spoke to her.
"Misao…,"
Her grip on the back of his yukata tightened involuntarily.
"M-i-s-a-o," he spoke again, dragging her name out a little longer than normal.
She trembled, also futilely stifling a moan.
He gently grazed the shell of her ear with his teeth, his hot breath sending un-endless shivers down he spine.
"A-Aoshi-sama…" She moaned heavily into his yukata, Aoshi barely being able to hear it.
At that moment, his self-control had slipped just enough, allowing his irrational side to win the battle in his mind of thoughts.
Aoshi's grip on Misao's body tightened. A surge of lust suddenly raced through his body at the sound of the want and desire in her voice.
Unable to resist just his teeth on her ear, he nipped it slightly, then moved his mouth to a sensitive area of her neck. His lips lightly brushed against her neck before pulling back slightly as if hesitating, making Misao's small moans cease temporarily.
He bit her neck, none too lightly, Misao crying out a little. The cry soon turned into a moan after he darted his tongue out against the bite before lowering his lips to continue the ministrations that he had stopped before. His touches gradually turned from light and uncertain to rough and passionate, Misao's moans being his fire. He moved back to that sensitive area of her neck and bit it once again.
Misao let out a louder moan, at the wave of pleasure that went through her body. Her hands released the grip on his yukata, one hand gripping the back of his neck while the other slid her fingers through his silky hair. She had waited forever to be in his arms like this, to run her hands through his jet black hair, for him to do things like this to her. It was pure heaven, and Aoshi was her guardian angel.
And after that thought crossed her mind, she immediately felt his lips crush against her own. She passionately returned it once she was able to comprehend what was happening. He slipped her tongue inside her mouth and playfully brushed it against her own, eliciting moans from her and she passionately returned the favor.
They pulled back to get a breath of air, both panting with their eyes closed. Aoshi was the first to open his eyes.
"Misao… this isn't right…" he said, turning his head slightly, averting his eyes.
Misao grabbed the collar of Aoshi's yukata and pulled him into another passionate kiss, then pulled back. Aoshi's eyes were hazed and had a look of longing in them, his lips slightly parted.
"Well, you not exactly fighting me are you?" Misao said with a smirk, and chastely kissed on the lips before diving for another long one.
Aoshi stopped and pushed her back a little further than before. "No! We must stop, this isn't right." he said with a look of desperation across his face. Of course it was only lightly visible, it being Aoshi-sama, but none the less spelled out how alarmed he was.
Misao looked up, with a little bit of confusion and hurt in her eyes. She bit her lip placed her hands on his, and looked deeply into his eyes. "Aoshi-sama, is that what you really want?"
Aoshi lowered his head a little, his bangs covering his eyes as he thought.
"Yes, that is what I want." He spoke, his bangs still concealing what his eyes might give away.
Misao stiffened under his grasp.
"Because if I don't stop now, I might never be able to stop." Aoshi spoke under his breath, his grip tightening then loosening slightly on her arms.
"What? I couldn't hear you, your mumbling." Misao said moving a little closer.
Aoshi tensed as the little amount of space between them lessened.
"Oh, Misao-chan!" Okina's voice rang down the hall
Jiya!
Oof!
Aoshi shoved Misao away from him, turning down the hall away from Okina's voice, not turning back.
"Lunch is ready! We made kitsune udon!" Okina said joyfully, turning the corner and trotted over to his favorite adopted granddaughter.
Misao looked sadly once more towards the direction that Aoshi had retreated before slapping on one of her genki smiles that she learned to make on a moments notice.
"Really? Great, I love kitsune udon!" Misao said, grabbing Okina's arm, dragging him towards the kitchen. Okina looked at her, his smile faltering slightly at seeing this fake smile, but quickly regained his composure and allowed himself to be lead on towards the table.
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