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"Disclaimer" – I do not own RK, I do not own the characters, I do not own aoshi, yet.

Chapter 2

Misao sat down on a near by chair, waiting for Kaoru to come out of the dressing room. It felt like ages, they'd already gone through half the dresses here, yet Kaoru always found some flaw, whether it was the color or the length. Everything had to be just right for her date with Kenshin. Misao was surprised that after four years of hints, Kenshin had finally asked Kaoru out. Misao thought that it would've taken another four years.

Misao sat there, pondering on how exactly her plan was going to work. She knew for a fact that despite how Aoshi appeared on the outside wasn't always how he felt on the inside. Misao wanted to get into his brain and she was sure her plan would work. For one, Aoshi could talk, duh, the problem was that he wasn't talking to her. Misao had seen Aoshi talking to people, like an old guy by the bus station. Never had Misao seen his mouth move so much in an hour. And what broke her heart was that Aoshi didn't mind talking to strangers but did with her, and she wanted to know why. So her plan went as followed, she would dress up like a boy, but homeless, she'd befriend him, follow him around and…and the rest she'd just have to think up.

Misao looked at the bag at her side.

Knowing how Kaoru took ages when it came to shopping, Misao had dragged them into a hand-me-down store. While Kaoru's face was full of disgust, Misao was giddy. Never did Misao picture herself trying of find the ugliest clothes in a store. And she had managed to find it. It was a big fat coat that that was worn and had holes on it and a lot of patch work. She also found a pair of pants big enough for her and not too tight but was ugly and worn. While bathing in a sea of acomplainess, she felt Kaoru breathing down her neck. She had left with more than she had thought. She brought a thick pair of glasses, an ugly pair of gloves, and beat up old shoes. All under ten dollars.

Kaoru had grown up in a very wealthy family. The only stores that Kaoru would set foot in were the ones with high price tags, just like the one they were in now. A few seconds later, Kaoru came bursting from the dressing room. She had on a tight blue dress. Two thirds of her back was showing and in the front was a low neck line. The end of the dress flared at her knees. Misao clapped and yelled bravo but received an angry glare from the manager and Kaoru.

"Misao this is not a play, do you want them to throw us out?" she puffed, clearly tried and frustrated.

"No, I'll be quiet. Besides, you look great. I think we have a keeper." She smiled at Kaoru encouragingly, yes the dress looked great on her but Misao also wanted to go home. Than she remembered that she had class. Damn.

"You think, doesn't it make my…" Misao zoned out, thinking about Aoshi. How good he smelled and how nice his skin felt against hers. When they kissed, when they really kissed. Being in his arms, his hands stroking her legs and arms and…

"Misao? Misao!" Misao blinked and looked up at a displeased Kaoru.

"Sorry, just tried. You look great." Please sama help her.

"I don't know she questioned," spinning around and looking at herself in a mirror.

"Shouldn't you be worrying about what you're wearing under the dress?"

Misao saw a light flash in Kaoru's eyes. Than she realized what she had said would led to more shopping. Why did she have to say that?

"You're right! Oh my god." Kaoru walked quickly on bare feet and sat down next to Misao. "What if tonight's the night that I, you know, Me and Kenshin."

Misao tried to picture it but stopped herself. She didn't want to picture that. Plus, Kenshin was too…too Kenshin.

"Kaoru, I don't think that Kenshin is…umm"

"Oh my god. What do I do? It'll be my first time. Oh god. Misao you have to help me."

Misao watched as Kaoru looked at her fro an answer.

"Ummm…can we not talk about it umm here?" She was trying to avoid the question as best as possible.

"Right. Come on."

Misao was grateful to have left the store and thank god Kaoru had gotten the dress or that would have taken even more time, all they had to do now was to go find shoes, jewelry, etc etc etc. Dear God, what had she done? Before they continued, Kaoru dragged them into a coffee shop.

Food! Misao was happy enough just sitting down, not surrounded by clothes. They took the furtherest seats from ear shot and sat down. That was when she realized that Kaoru wanted an answer to her question.

Misao pretended to focus on something but Kaoru knew her all too well.

"Misao! You better start talking now. Because if my night with Kenshin isn't perfect because you wouldn't tell me something, I'll hold it against you forever."

Well when she had put it like that.

"What do you wanna know?"

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By now, Misao had gone through three cups of coffee. She had told Kaoru everything from her losing her virginity to Aoshi, to more personal things. But soon Misao broke down. And Kaoru was quick to comfort.

"Why does he hate me!" Misao cried, her face red with tears falling. Kaoru tired to clam her down. People were starting to stare.

"I'm sure that Aoshi loves you, he just has some inner demons he needs to face. He loves you." Kaoru tried to be convincing but was failing horribly. She had never talked to Aoshi a lot. Kaoru only say him with Misao. But one thing she did know was that Aoshi never showed his feelings. And she knew for a fact that no matter how much Misao denied that it bothered her, her crying today showed just how much she was hurting.

As she tried comforting her, Misao's phone rang and Kaoru picked up.

Aoshi had only arrived home couple of minutes. He headed straight for his deck to study. Half way through, he decided to call Misao, Knowing reminding her that she had classes in an hour. Reaching for his cell phone, he dialed her number and waiting for her to pick up.

The voice on the phone wasn't Misao.

Aoshi: "who is this?"

Kaoru: "Aoshi?"

Aoshi: "where's Misao?"

Kaoru: "umm she's can't come to the phone right now, she umm…" 'she was at a loss of words'

Aoshi: 'and that was when he heard the sniffing, he knew it anywhere. He had heard Misao crying before, whether it was because of a dog she couldn't keep to falling off her bike when they were little. Alert and worried for Misao's safety, Aoshi was up and ready to go get her. "Where are you guys, I'm coming to---"

Kaoru: "I don't think that's a good idea, umm, I've umm, I'll take care of her"

Aoshi: "I want to talk to her"

Kaoru: "umm not now Aoshi, trust me, she'd in good hands okay, bye"

End of Call

Aoshi wasn't sure what had happened. He sat back down. The last time he had heard Misao cry was when they had reunited that night when he came to see her at her dorm room. Even than, those tears had been happy tears, tears of joy, tears that said I love you and I miss you. He could only hope that she wasn't crying because of something he had done. Or something he hadn't

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So that's it. For now, it gonna get good later on. Ha ha ha ha ha cough. Ha!