Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters.
AN: The characters will be OOC. I will try to update regularly. This came to me after hearing a song and I just had to write it. The song is If Loving You is Wrong by Luther Ingram or Percy Sledge. They both have versions. Just for the record, Aoshi isn't married with kids. The story won't be based on the song. I just like the whole premise about loving someone even though you know it's wrong and will cause trouble. Can someone please help me with the spacing on this? Anyway, here's the lyrics to the song.
If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
If being right means being without you, I'd rather live a wrongdoing life.
Your mama and daddy say, "It's a shame, it's a downright disgrace."
But long as I got you by my side, I don't care what your people say.
Your friends tell you there's no future in loving a married man.
If I can't see you when I want, I'll see you when I can.
If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you,
Knowing I got a wife and two little children, depending on me too?
And am I wrong to hunger for the gentleness of your touch,
Knowing I got someone else at home, that needs me just as much?
And are you wrong to give your love to a married man?
And am I wrong for trying to hold on to the best thing I've ever had?
If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
I don't want to be right if it means being without you.
I don't want to be right if it means living without you.
I don't want to be right if it means doing without you.
I don't want to be right if it means loving without you.
I don't want to be right if it means sleeping without you.
Home sweet home, Misao thought as the car pulled up in front of the Aoiya.
"Here, you're finally home." her father muttered.
"Thank you for bringing me."
"We didn't have a choice did we? Cassandra and I weren't prepared to listen to you moan and groan all night long."
She smiled but didn't respond. He was right. Misao had been prepared to throw a fit if he hadn't taken her home. She hated going to her father's house and tried to spend as less time there as she could.
"I don't see why you prefer this place to your fathers. It's so...." Cassandra started.
"I suggest you don't finish that." Misao hissed.
"Misao please don't start." her father said with a sigh.
Tell that to her, she thought inwardly. Misao glared at her father's soon to be wife, Cassandra. She was the biggest reason Misao hated having anything to do with her father. Cassandra was the biggest snob Misao had ever seen. She was always on her back about the way she acted, the friends she kept, the clothes she wore. More that anything, Misao hated people to tell her what to do. Especially when it came from a gold digging bimbo. Misao hated Cassandra and Cassandra hated her.
"I'll see you next weekend." she said grabbing her bag.
Unless I figure out a way to get out of it.
She got out of the car and went inside. It was after eleven so she quietly snuck to her room. Not that it mattered. Anyone staying in the Aoiya was used to her coming home from her father's house at all hours of the night. Once in her room, she quickly changed out of the dress she was wearing. With a huge grin on her face, she stuffed it in the garbage can. Her father had taken them out to a show and a late dinner so she had been forced to wear the dress that Cassandra had picked out. Misao changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. After a little while, she drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, her alarm clock went off. After turning it off, she got out of bed. With a smile on her face, she walked over to the window. Screw Cassandra, Misao thought. So what if her father's house was huge and loaded with everything she could ever want. The Aoiya had one thing that her father's house didn't have. Aoshi Shinomori. Just thinking his name made her smile. Every morning like clock work he went out to the garden to meditate. Luckily for Misao, her room overlooked the garden. She looked dreamily out the window at him. Aoshi was sitting down with his long legs folded underneath him, his head was bend forward so his dark hair was hanging in his front of his face. Misao sighed. She's give anything for him to be hers. She could see it now.
Dream
Misao was lying across her bed reading a book when the door opened. She looked up and Aoshi walked in. His hair was slightly damp which meant that he had just gotten out of the shower.
"What can I do for you Aoshi?" she asked sitting up.
"We need to talk."
Misao raised her eyebrow in shock. It must be serious if he wanted to talk. She already had an idea that he wanted to tell her that he wanted nothing to do with her.
"Say it quickly and save me the pain."
Aoshi suddenly grabbed her hand and looked at her. Misao could feel her heart begin to race.
"Misao, I love you."
"Huh?"
"I've tried to stop. But you have worked your way into my heart. I need you."
"Say it again." she whispered.
"I love you Misao. Always have and always will."
End Dream
Misao giggled. I've got to stop reading those romance books, she thought to herself. Aoshi would never say anything like that. Besides, the whole thing was too sugary sweet even for her. She smiled slightly as a better scenario popped into her head.
Dream
Misao was in the garden meditating when she felt someone walk up behind her. She turned around and smiled when she saw who it was.
"Good morning Aoshi." she said with a bright smile as he sat next to her.
"Morning. Why are you out here so early?"
"Well, you're always meditating so I decided to try it for myself." she said. "I don't think it's for me though. I've spent the last few minutes trying to keep from falling asleep."
Aoshi just looked at her. Misao could've sworn that she saw him sigh.
"Is something wrong Aoshi?"
He continued staring at her but didn't say anything. She was getting slightly worried so she got on her knees and knelt in front of him.
"Are you okay?"
He opened his mouth to answer but instead of saying anything, he pulled her to him and kissed her. Misao was shocked for a slight second but then returned the kiss. If she died now, she would die the happiest person in the world. Aoshi broke off the kiss but kept his lips pressed against hers.
"I love you." he whispered against her lips.
End Dream
Misao sighed. I'd give up anything to make that come true.
Aoshi could feel someone watching him. He didn't need to look around because he already knew who it was. Misao. He knew that most mornings she'd watched him as he meditated.
Ignore her presence and continue mediating, a voice warned in his head.
But he never could ignore her presence. Aoshi turned slightly and looked up at her window. Misao was sitting there with her eyes closed and forehead pressed against the window. He wondered what she was thinking about because she seemed deep in thought.
Whatever it is, it's none of my business.
Aoshi turned away and continued meditating. A few minutes later, he heard someone walk up behind him.
"Misao."
"How did you know it was me?"
"What are you doing out here so early?" he asked instead of answering.
"You're always meditating so I decided to try it for myself." she said repeating what she said in the dream.
He looked up at her and Misao's felt herself nearly drool. He was absolutely gorgeous. She loved everything about him. His tall body, his sexy voice, the silky black hair that always fell into his face, and last but not least, those blue eyes of his. She could spend her life staring at him. He nodded for her to sit down and she did. He then closed his eyes and resumed meditating. After a few minutes, Aoshi opened his eyes slightly and looked at Misao. She seemed to also be meditating but he could see that she was trying not to fidget. A small smile crept across his face as he noticed that she was still in her pajamas. Her usually neat braid was messed up from sleeping. She looked like an angel.
Get up and walk away, the voice warned again. You know what she wants. And if you don't stop this, you're going to hand it to her on a silver platter.
Misao could feel Aoshi staring at her and all she wanted to do was stare back. But she knew he wouldn't look at her if she looked back so she fought to keep her eyes closed.
Look at me all you want Aoshi. I'm all yours.
"I've finished meditating." he said as he stood up. "You should think about going inside too."
Misao looked up at him.
"I want to stay a few minutes longer."
Aoshi nodded his head and walked away. She watched him leave and smiled brightly.
You will be mine Aoshi Shinomori.
