Standard disclaimers
apply....
I am not Watsuki, I
don't own Rurouni Kenshin, I won't make any money out of this. I am
merely borrowing his characters to have some fun.
Summary:
Aoshi's
Musings or why did he stop meditating all of a sudden? Or what does
Icicle really think? Does Mr. Iceman have fantasies and an
imagination? alter/canon-het/yaoi *LOL*
Warning:
completely
pointless, stupid and senseless one-shot, insanely 100% OOC,
especially Aoshi... no, everyone is OOC! After considering it a bit,
I think Aoshi is Aoshi, not OOC... but with hentai-thoughts. Anyway,
who can look inside his brain? *shrugs*
You
have been warned, this makes no sense =^.^=
The
lemon-parts differ a lot, there is only one which is really... hot, I
wrote it this way on purpose.
I
was inspired for this one-shot by Firuze Khanume and Kamorgana while
chatting about Kamorgana's RurouniKenshin/Sex in the City parody
'Tokio Love Monogatari'. Please check it out, it is priceless, one of
the best stories I've ever read!
Thanks
to the generous help of Firuze Khanume and Kamorgana you are able to
read this story, they helped me a lot to come back to writing =^.^=
Without their unselfish support, the story would be one page shorter
and not readable=^.^=
On
to the story:
Aoshi's
Musings:
The
First day:
Since
he had come back to
Kyoto, there was only one thing Aoshi could do – from his point of
view: meditating.
And
there was only one place where he could do that with
the calm and solitude that was required: a temple. The
Aoiya was way too crowded for his purpose...
He
settled in a comfortable position in the temple with the best overview
on Kyoto.
What
had he come here for? He
suddenly asked himself, taken aback by his lack of concentration.
Yes, he remembered.
Meditation.
Taking
a deep breath, relishing
in the pleasant smell of incense overwhelming his senses,
he closed his eyes.
How
peaceful it was here, nobody around to disturb his musings. And
undisturbed he wanted to be, he
thought, refraining himself from smirking mischievously.
But
where should he start?
There
was no need to rush things, he had plenty of time and he had many
options.
A sensible, feminine woman would be a
perfect choice for the
beginning.
He
was the strongest, even if for a twisted whim of fate, Himura had
beaten the crap out of him by mere chance. Therefore, he was still
the fittest, especially when compared to the shorter man, no offence
meant, he snorted. Thus, there was no one who could resist his
charms. (A/N: charms?
Cough)
Instantly
an elegantly dressed woman with an extraordinary beautiful face and
long black hair crossed his mind:
Takani
Megumi.
Who
wouldn't think of her? If she didn't have such a bad mouth and wits,
he was sure that she would have a long line of suitors outside her
clinic. He shrugged unconcerned, at the moment he wasn't interested
in her brain at all.
All
he needed was the image of the woman and to make her change this
uptight attitude of hers towards him and finally get to open this
damn ugly michiyuki of hers.
The
only thing missing was to set the perfect scenery, not a difficult
task to envision for him. Closing
his eyes he put the wheels of his brain into motion:
He
was still recovering from his injuries.
So
a fitting location was her clinic. He recalled that he was attracted
to nurses since he could think, why not try the doctor this time.
Yes, nurses... caring for him, treating him, always kind and
obedient, giving a helping hand... no, he had made his choice, he had
to stay focused, he scolded himself, casting aside the distracting
thought.
Back
to Takani Megumi:
She
was treating his wounds and he was recovering in the hospital. With
every passing day, he was feeling better and could even stand up –
not that he was actually allowed to. Nevertheless, he tried, he felt
that they were a bit too careful about him; he wanted to leave the
clinic someday soon, he
thought, a bit annoyed. After all, he had once been the Okashira of
the Oniwabanshuu, and not without a reason.
He
was just about trying to get up as the door opened and Megumi entered
the room with a tray in her hands. Upon seeing his effort, she
frowned and gently pushed him back to bed.
“Didn't
I tell you that this is the fastest way to ruin the progress you
already made?”
He
glared briefly at the bossy woman, but in the end, he gratefully
accepted the tea she offered, sipping it eagerly. He had been
thirsty. Tea in
hospital had a strange aftertaste, he thought, grimacing at the
bitter flavor left in his mouth. Maybe medicine had to be bitter, but
this time it was too extreme, he pondered.
Casually
Megumi put the tray on the table next to his bed.
“How
are you feeling today? Are the wounds still stinging?”
Checking
mentally every part of his body, he
focused on the injury that annoyed him the most.
“Yes,
especially the one on the left arm.”
She
poked his arm and he grinded down a scream.
“Good,
that means they are healing.”
Upon
the motion, the large cut on his back protested in an unusual strong
way. Maybe something was wrong with it, he surely didn't want to
miss a serious infection and be crippled for the rest of his life.
“And
the one on the back.”
“
mmmm.”
She looked more seriously now. “I'll have a closer look; that might
cause a problem later.”
He
leaned forward and she removed carefully the bandage... only to poke
him again, nearly provoking him to scream.
“Does
this hurt?”
This
was one of a sadistic doctor. Was she taking revenge for the time in
Kanryuu's mansion?
If
he hadn't known her better, he'd say she was hurting him on purpose.
Supposedly she was just checking his reflexes.
“Yes.”
He
managed to utter through clenched teeth.
Unmoved
by his misery, she offered him the next tea.
“Good,
that means your nerves are still intact.”
Great,
at last he wouldn't be disabled for a long time by his injuries - if
he made it out of the hospital alive.
As
watching her gracefully closing the window, he couldn't help but to
admire her long hair, floating down her back, teasing her little
butt... Strangely, he began to feel lust building up. He had never
felt this way before about her and there had been many occasions in
Kanryuu's mansion.
She
came back to his bed, only to pinch his arm, it hurt less. And he had
to admit that she looked damn attractive when torturing him. Her
long, black hair floating around her unique features...
“The
pain has diminished, hasn't it?”
“
Yes.”
How
did she manage to
make him feel so suddenly attracted to her?
To her beauty, to her fragility (A/N: fragility? *laugh*), to her
elegance. She knew how to underline her positive sides. Far more, why
was it getting so hot inside?
She
moved closer, her face only inches away from his own, her delicate
red lips teasingly near.
“
That's
a good sign.” She licked her lips, leaving her mouth a little open.
How tempting...
All
of a sudden she broke the intimate moment and moved back.
“It
is a little hot inside, don't you think so?”
Of
course he thought so, sweat was already running down his back, the
salt burning in his wound. Was this another wicked plan to torture
him?
“Yes.”
Right
in front of him, she opened her michiyuki and tossed it aside, just
as he thought it couldn't get any hotter.
“Much
better now.”
With
another fluid move, her hair swung aside. His mouth went dry, she
surely knew how to tease him. Without this michiyuki, one could
admire her perfect built, her well-formed breast, her round hips...
“Yes.”
She
leaned forward, he could feel her warm breath on his skin. The
sensation of her breath tickling his skin aroused in him another kind
of heat.
“I
can make you feel better too.”
The
hair in his neck began to stand up. If
the previous deeds weren’t promising enough, her words left no room
for doubts. She was
more then willing and ready for him, displaying it openly.
Slowly,
carefully, she removed some of his bandages. Maybe she wasn't as
sadistic as assumed. As he spoke, he noticed his voice sounding
rough.
“It
is better.”
“
There
is a medicine, a special recipe of mine, that will make you getting
up faster.”
She
exhaled in his ear. So near, so willing, so attractive with her
perfect looks...
It
was getting unbearably hot and he felt his lower parts reacting as if
they had a life on their own.
Her
licking her lips and laying one of his hands on her breast didn't
make it any better.
“Do
you want to try this medicine?”
He
barely heard himself whisper.
“Yes.”
She
took his other hand, moving it slowly under her kimono between her
legs. Hot. He could feel the heat emerging from her. Megumi was more
than ready... as much as he was.
She
shoved him on his back and opened his kimono. The sight of the
erected part of him greeting her, placed a satisfied smile on her
face.
“Truly
extraordinary, Aoshi.”
He
knew, that he was 'well-equipped', there was no need to tell him.
Excited, he pulled her closer.
“I
want to taste that recipe of yours. Now.”
It
earned him a foxy grin.
“You're
welcome.”
Shoving
her kimono aside, he observed, fascinated, how she slowly sat down.
The warm welcome inside her, feeling the slick heat surrounding his
longing dick made him shiver in anticipation.
This
was the best medicine he had had for a very long time. When had been
the last time? He couldn't remember.
She
began to move, the sensation in his tip... her movements, the foxy
grin... hadn't the tea tasted strange this time?
From
afar, a fox howled and a rooster was heard.
No,
no... Aoshi shuddered. This was SO wrong.
He
opened his eyes, the peaceful scenery of Kyoto still lying in front
of him, just like before. Only the sun had wandered in
the skies, marking the end of the day.
This
way he would never find release. He felt his swollen dick, the
pressure in his balls. Why, why did the fox have to howl just now?
Frustrated,
he went back to the Aoiya, but not without stopping by and buying
some ice.
In
a secluded corner he poured the ice under his kimono. The frozen
water melted instantly, yet he didn't feel any better.
Second
day:
He
settled on the same place as the day before. Obviously the place
hadn't been the problem, the scenery he had imagined and the partner
he had chosen had been.
He
had to think of a better companion. Maybe the more, the merrier?
Where could he find two women fitting his standards? Instantly he
could only think of two females he knew very well - as well as they
knew each other:
Okon
and Omasu
Yes,
they would make a perfect team for him. Relieved, he closed his eyes
and imagined himself...
sitting
in his room in the Aoiya. It was dinnertime, Okina and Misao were
working in the restaurant. Okon and Omasu had promised to bring him
his dinner this evening as he was reading important papers.
To
make up for the work he had, they had promised a special dinner for
him. Yes, that made sense, he
nodded mentally, satisfied with the road his fantasy was taking.
He
was just about finishing the paper he was reading, as the shouji was
shoved aside and Okon and Omasu peeped inside.
“Aoshi-sama?
May we interrupt you? We have dinner ready for you.”
Much
to his astonishment, they sat down beside him and explained after his
questioning look.
“The
restaurant is empty at the moment and we want to accompany you.”
Okon
poured him some green tea and offered him the cup. He accepted
grateful – his throat felt suddenly dry – and sipped the tea.
Something
was going on, he could tell from the conspiratorial
glances they were exchanging.
Omasu
leaned forward to pick up the rice-bowl, not without allowing him to
have a good view on her white neck. What a tempting sight. He needed
another sip.
Much
to his surprise, she picked up the chopsticks also. Wasn't this
supposed to be his dinner?
She
picked up some rice.
“May
I offer you some rice, Aoshi-sama?”
She
handed him the bowl, but not without leaning closer into him while
eating the rice, licking the chopsticks... up and down... and up
again. Fascinated, he watched her, he wasn't able to turn his gaze
away from her mouth... up and down... He completely forgot about the
rice-bowl.
Okon
refilled his cup, moving closer, too. For the first time he noticed
that her kimono was tied loosely, it was parting slightly in front of
her breast.
Not
that he would refuse the offer of such a special dinner. As he made
no averting move, Okon and Omasu were encouraged.
Omasu
placed her featherlight hand on his lap.
“Are
you ready for the sweets?”
The
rice and fish could wait until later, all he wanted to do now was to
relax and enjoy.
Okon
dropped the kimono of her shoulder allowing him a full view on her...
well developed breasts.
Omasu
began to move her hand under his kimono and tightened her touch.
Under her knowing fingers he could feel himself harden while Okon
massaged her breasts, they were dancing up and down right in front of
his face.
Without
further warning, Omasu dropped her head on his lap and took him in
her mouth while he was still fascinated observing the two ripe mounds
right in front of him.
The
sensation of Omasu's lips around his tip and her fingers around his
shaft brought him close to the edge... fast. Okon was continuing her
appealing dance, her nipples tickling his lips from time to time.
This was so close...
He
heard a shouji moving.
“Misao!
Please bring more sake.”
Okina
and Misao were managing the restaurant alone.
...
and Okina was peeping. Ha, trying to make up for his own lack of
love-life. As if Aoshi was in a better position. And surely Aoshi
wouldn't share HIS fantasy with anyone.
No,
no... this was SO wrong.
Omasu
and Okon disappeared before his inner eye, what left him alone with
his hard member and no chance of release.
On
his way home he stopped at the ice stalk. This time he bought two
ices.
Third
day:
Same
procedure as everyday, but he was in for a challenge.
A
woman more experienced maybe?
There
was one who crossed his mind:
Komagata
Yumi
Yummy,
she was perfect. Attractive, open-minded and.... skillful. She had
been a professional, after all.
The
perfect location? Shishio's mansion, of course. She had been devoted
to Shishio, so she had always been up to help him by motivating his
'followers'.
He
was sitting in his room and waiting for Himura to arrive and was
concentrating on the incoming fight. Meaning he could use some
distraction, to get rid some of the tension he had built up.
At
this very moment, someone knocked on his door.
“
Yes.”
The
door opened, and Yumi entered. He didn't know how she managed it, but
she looked more gorgeous than normal. Was it her kimono revealing
more than usual?
Frowning
she eyed his swords lying in front of him.
“Are
you preparing for the fight?”
“
Yes.”
“
Mmmmm,
I think we are in perfect timing then.” Smugly she moved closer.
How did she manage to do it so gracefully... and so obviously? There
was no doubt about her intention, the tension was tangible as well as
the electricity between them.
“The
anticipation has been growing up inside you.”
How
did she manage to get him hard only with talking and moving?
It
must be her long trained experience. You don't become the top oiran
just out of nowhere. Some guys are really lucky, he thought, and now
he was one of them.
“
Shishio-sama
is interested in the outcome of your match. You
won't win the fight in your current condition, so
he sent me to help you to focus ”
Slowly
she let her hands wander under his kimono.
“You
have to concentrate on the fight and on nothing else. Every
distracting thought has to vanish.” She had the same trick of
licking her lips sensually as Megumi, it made him wanting to claim
her instantly, a desire fueled by the devoted way she glanced at him.
He
felt like melting as she moved deeper into his clothes, he
could almost feel his skin sizzling where she touched it.
His voice was rough as he spoke.
“Yes.”
That
created an even smuglier grin on her features while her hands worked
expertly on his skin and within his garments.
How
did she manage to open his han-obi without him noticing? Oh
that was surely the trademark of a trained professional… He had
always respected professionals in all branches of life… And as she
seemed to know exactly what he wanted, he was convinced that
mind-reading was among her abilities.
She
began massaging his dick, up and down, turning around, managing only
with her hands to get him as hard as he could; he thought, he could
barely stand it.
Just
when he thought he couldn't get any harder, she suddenly stopped.
What the heck was going on? He
thought, glaring at her with obvious displeasure.
With
a wide and malicious smirk, she moved enough, only
to casually pick up his swords and to eye them admiringly.
“A
valuable pair you have here.”
He
was barely capable of speaking.
“Yes.”
Coquettish,
she winked only once.
“But
it can't compete with certain parts of your persona.”
Why
couldn't she just go on?
“Yes.”
Was
he imagining things or was he SQUEAKING? (A/N. Aoshi squeaking? I
like it!)
“
Mmmm...
they are... Just as..” the way she licked her lips was fascinating
and nothing less hypnotizing, “hard.”
With
a teasing grin she laid the swords aside to turn back her attention
on him and with a last wink and lick of her lips she began to massage
his dick again... this time with her lips.
And
she was far better than Omasu, if this was possible. A rational
thought blinked up: he
had never thought that the choice of woman mattered actually to have
oral sex. At last he
thought so until making the 'Yumi-experience'.
She
brought him closer to the edge, it was so hot inside the room, he was
sweating all over his body. Sweat running down his face, his back...
it was far too hot.
It
was so hot, he could barely breathe, he felt like burning. It smelt
like something burning.
He
diverted his eyes from Yumi whom he had observed, fascinated...
only
to see that little flames were dancing around the room.
No,
no, no. This was SO wrong.
Yumi
disappeared in a puff, only to leave him back sweating all over, with
a throbbing hard cock.
Great,
he had spotted some smoke on the other side of Kyoto. Some stupid
woman had
probably forgotten to extinguish properly the flames in
her fireplace.
He
bought three ice this time, and not only to cool down his lower
parts.
Forth
day:
Same
procedure as everyday, but maybe he needed a more drastic change.
He
should try something completely different...
Saitou
Hajime.
He
was experienced, didn't talk too much and was efficient.
Since
the last case they had invested together, they spent much time
discussing the latest developments. In a few days they would spend
the evening in the teahouse they usually used for their meetings.
It
had a conspiratorial
taste, the secluded room upstairs reserved for them, the tea and sake
for the evening was served and from then on nobody interrupted
anymore. Parting after exchanging a few private details when business
was finished had become a habit.
Normally
they sipped the first cup in silence and started talking with the
second one, this time was no exception.
The
latest case was a complicated one and an uncounted number of cups
later, a wicked grin crossed Saitou's features. From a long
experience gathered while working with him, Aoshi could tell that his
vis-à-vis
was up to something.
“How
is everyone?”
“
Fine,
the restaurant is one of the best at the moment. Dishes sell
themselves. Why don't you give it a try?”
There
was a mocking undertone that few people would have detected in his
voice. Saitou Hajime was one of these few chosen ones.
Obviously,
even
if he hadn’t noticed his tone, Saitou
was not interested in this point.
“What
is Misao doing?”
He
knew that his features gave him away, it wasn't possible to hide it
from Saitou.
“She
is still enthusiastic, she is doing fine.”
This
was the truth after all, Saitou could draw his own conclusions.
Interested,
Saitou leaned in.
“Aren't
you bored by the progress?”
Yes,
he was, there was no progress at all with her. He shrugged, it wasn't
necessary to answer.
“How
is your family?”
“
They
are fine on their own.”
There
it was again, this wicked grin, only for a second though, he came
even closer.
“Why
don't you give the sake a try? It is delicious.”
Alcohol
only clouded his mind, influenced his sharp senses, nothing he wished
for. He needed to be concentrated and focused.
“No,
thank you. I prefer tea.”
But
why was it suddenly so warm inside? Had Saitou mixed something under
his tea? No, this was Megumi's and his own hideaway. It had the to be
the presence in front of him who became unexpectedly sensual.
“I
didn't mean you are supposed to drink it.”
Puzzled,
Aoshi raised an eyebrow (A/N: Aoshi puzzled *laughs hysterically*),
and the room temperature seemed to increase a few degrees.
In
response Saitou reached casually for the sake pincher, the atmosphere
was as intense as the tension between them.
“May
I give you a hand?”
The
mischief glimmer reflecting in Saitou's eyes was a hint enough to let
Aoshi shiver in anticipation.
“You're
welcome.”
While
eying him intensely, Saitou leaned in.
“This
is something precious I learned during the Bakumatsu. I treasured it
until today.”
Willingly
Aoshi parted his kimono while Saitou took a deep sip from his sake
pincher.
And
he didn't promise too much, the cold sake burnt on his most sensitive
skin.
No,
no, this was so wrong.
Saitou
of all persons he knew kneeling in front of him? Having HIM in his
mouth? Faster then he had intended, Aoshi was back to reality.
This
time one ice would be enough.
Fifth
day:
Same
procedure as the days before, but he wouldn't repeat his previous
mistakes. He should try someone less experienced and less... bold
maybe. An innocent woman might be a good idea and there was one he
knew very well.
Makimachi
Misao
She
was well-trained and always up for a challenge.
His
mind wandered again towards the realm of fantasy, he
could perfectly imagine how he was studying in his room as she
entered to serve him his
usual and all time favourite drink.
“Aoshi-sama,
I prepared you some tea.”
To
be precise this happened every afternoon and while
in the meantime she
stayed and reported her day, her progress in training, he usually
listened as he enjoyed the little distraction from work and she was
always in for a surprise.
But
this time, something had changed, there was some determination in her
eyes he had never seen before. She
always displayed utter resolve in her glance, but the mischievous
glint gave her away.
She was determined to loose her innocence. Here and now. (A/N:
wishful thinking)
What
an interesting and challenging thought! He
almost smiled at it.
She
kept talking as she always did, yet she moved closer to him then
ever. Of course, he wouldn't stop her. Suddenly
her inquisitive glance brought him back to the situation at hand, he
realized he had to say something; he obviously hadn't paid close
attention.
“Yes.”
The
way she responded, with a confused smile and the shimmer in her eyes,
told him it would have been wiser to pay attention. What the heck did
he agree to?
Uncomfortably
squirming on her place, Misao didn't seem to know how to respond. If
this wasn't a rare sight...
“But
don't you think he is a bit old for me?”
So
she had been talking about the impertinent old geezer who tried to
date her since last month. Honestly he couldn't stand him, the way he
stalked Misao was embarrassing.
He
couldn't help himself, tough he would prefer to bite his tongue
instead of
admitting his thoughts.
“This
isn't a question of age, Misao.”
“
Aoshi-sama...
“
Something
must have given him away, she knew him too well. She stared wide-eyed
at him, her cheeks blushing.
As
they looked at each other, only inches away, tension tangible and
heat radiating between them, Misao quickly kissed him on the cheek.
Faster than thunderbolt, she was back on her previous place.
If
the warmth of her lips wasn't still lingering on his cheek, he
thought he would have imagined her bold move. The shiver running down
his neck ensured him; this was reality. What was this feeling? He was
rooted to the place, his indifferent face obviously encouraging
Misao. At
least, he hadn’t made any discouraging move, had he?
She
leaned forward again, her lips teasingly near his own. It was so easy
to touch her. Yet, true
to her onmitsu heritage, she
was faster again, kissing him slightly, stopping and looking
questioningly at him. The Innocent
yet willing look made
his blood burn, made him want her more than anything.
How
did she manage it? She wasn't Yumi, Megumi or Saitou...
yet
she was more appealing then all three together, all he wanted to do
was to have her, claim her. Now.
If
he didn't react, she would leave.
“Misao?”
“
Aoshi-sama?”
Her
voice was trembling, she was too unsure of herself. The first time he
had seen her this way.
He
slightly gave in to her, leaning forward, indicating he wanted to
taste more.
**YEAH**
Misao
jumped at him and he fell on his back.
(A/N:
I couldn't resist, sorry =^^=)
He
couldn't remember how his lips found her mouth, how their lips got
entangled this way and how they managed to end up in the other corner
of his room. All he could remember was Misao so close to him, him
taking off his kimono and her getting rid of her training clothes.
Though
Misao seemed a bit... puzzled seeing him completely naked for the
first time, she couldn't hide she liked what she saw. He knew he
was... well-equipped. (A/N: men always have to brag about their
equipment *laughs*)
“
Aoshi-sama...”
There
it was again, this insecurity in her voice. After all, this was her
first time – as far as he knew – she wouldn't back out, would
she?
“
Please...”
No,
he had just hesitated for too long, taking delight in the sight of
her slender built, her teasing little breast, her innocent features.
All
he needed to encourage her was him coaxing her to continue. However
he wasn't prepared for her next move.
While
she was licking him, he briefly wondered if Omasu had advised her.
Not that Misao actually needed some advice, she was perfectly doing
on her own. Alone the look of her naked body increased his blood
pressure 1000 times. With how she acted, he thought he would
explode at any second.
He
had to hold back somehow, he had to make sure to claim her
completely.
He
stopped her motions by cupping her face and forcing her to look up to
him.
“Let
me be the one, Misao.”
“
Aoshi-sama...
“ she stuttered.
(A/N:
I can't believe I am writing this... OOC-warning)
He
pushed her softly on her back and began to explore every little
detail of her delicate body with his tongue as he had wanted to do
right from the start when he had first seen her stripped of her
clothes.
Satisfied
he noticed her shuddering as he started, arching her back as he
played with her breast, sucking at her nipples. Neither
he failed to notice her moans as
he finally reached her belly button, exploring it closely only to
reach her very core in the end.
She
smelled as unique as she tasted and she was more then ready, her eyes
telling him to go on and finish what he had begun.
Good,
his dick was already hurting, he couldn't take it any longer. It was
an exciting and arousing feeling to know he was the first one, he
never thought it would affect him so much.
Slowly,
carefully he entered, but Misao wasn't fond of slow motion and
carefulness. Impatiently, she moved, urging him to go further.
Much
to her dismay he managed to get her hasty reaction under control, he
wanted to savor this unique sensation she created on his skin.
She
felt so tight and hot around him, it was heaven itself. With every
stroke he could feel her moving in ecstacy...
**CLICK**
A
cup had been placed beside him, he needed a few seconds to come back
to reality. As he opened his eyes, he saw Misao innocently looking at
him.
There
was no way he could continue his fantasy right now, with the object
of his lust right beside him.
“
I'll
leave you alone, Aoshi-sama.”
As
if this was of help in his ... delicate situation. She didn't seem to
notice his heat (A/N: Aoshi has a 'normal' body-temperature now) and
his upset mind.
“Yes.”
He
was debating with himself, but on his way back he bought six ice
instead of five. This had been mind-blowing, it was exactly what he
had been looking for.
Sixth
day:
The
same procedure as every day, but this time he needed a less heated
exchange. Otherwise the iceman would be millionaire and he would been
ruined by the end of his efforts.
Misao
had been perfect, the one he had been looking for, but as he had
faced her, all hard and envisioning her all naked, he had barely
managed to be unmoved on the outside. For the rest of the day he had
made efforts to evade her (A/N: now we know why Aoshi always evades
Misao). Yes, what he had said to the 'Saitou-fantasy' had been true:
there was no progress at all. Maybe he should make a move, then he
wouldn't have to rely on his fantasy anymore. Surely reality would be
more... satisfying, fulfilling.
Meanwhile
he had to pick another woman then Misao, what if imagination became
reality one day? He didn't want to have his fun spoiled by the
fantasies he already had. After all, he was a mind-reader... and he
wanted to be surprised.
Pondering
about this, an innocent woman seemed to be the better choice for him
after reconsidering his 'adventures', but it shouldn't be Misao.
There might be the possibility he could have her in reality - without
any efforts.
And
he knew one woman fitting his purposes.
Kamiya
Kaoru.
Focusing
his mind, he pictured the setting. The
perfect occasion would have been while Misao and he were visiting
the dojo, Kenshin and Misao had left to buy fresh food for dinner. They
took Yahiko along for carrying the purchases and of course Sano
went with them. He didn't want to miss dinner and wanted to make sure
they bought enough.
What
left him alone with Kaoru.
He
had just found his peace in the backyard as he heard her yelling.
“Keeeeenshiiiiiiiiin!”
Hadn’t
he been Shinomori Aoshi of the Oniwabanshu, he would have jumped out
of his skin short before she
nearly stumbled over him.
“
Have
you seen the others?”
“
Yes,
they went shopping.”
Wide-eyed
she looked at him, most likely it was the first time she heard him
speaking so much.
“But
the floor has to be cleaned, the laundry has to be done, sweets have
to be prepared, the door of the bathroom is damaged, we need
firewood, someone has to care for a hot bath...”
Somewhere
at this point he had stopped listening. Neither this was HIS dojo nor
his work.
She
was quiet, that could mean nothing good. The teasing grin – she
looked creepy with it, totally different from Yumi – it promised
worse.
Obviously
she came up with a plan, Aoshi panicked.
“They
are all gone?”
Was
this supposed to be a sly smile?
“Yes.”
All
of a sudden, she settled beside him.
“You
know...”
“
Yes?”
“
You
know...” the blushing promised the worst.
“
Yes?”
“
You
know what kind of women Kenshin likes? I mean... don't get me wrong,
I am just curious... I was wondering if maybe Megumi...”
How
annoying. And how should he know what women Himura preferred? Was he
expected to give an answer? Every informed person knew about Himura's
preferred part-time job - besides being bossed around and cleaning a
dojo - : manhunt.
“I
don't know.”
“
But...
but maybe there is a tendency what men prefer.”
Everyone
had a different taste, so much was sure,
at least in his opinion. And
Aoshi wouldn't let the unique chance pass, the 'little' man being
away and the boss being in search for an adventure.
“Most
prefer experienced ones...”
he
said, his usually unemotional voice getting a deep, sensual,
suggestive baritone.
“
AH.”
Her features brightened at
which, he raised an eyebrow, wondering…
“
...
other prefer virgins.”
“
ah.”
Her features darkened, but suddenly came to a conclusion as her smile
widened. Creepy.
He
had survived the Bakumatsu, hadn't he? He would survive the coming
events as well, there couldn't be anything worse, could it?
“
Can
you help me re-arranging the drawer in my room?”
She
left him no choice to answer, just dragged him to her room, he felt a
little afraid of what she was up to and
what was exactly what she wanted to be rearranged.
The
first thing he saw upon entering: there was a large Kenshin plushie
on her futon, replacing the small doll in the corner of the room.
(A/N: Kenshin spent a whole day sewing it, so we better acknowledge
it [1])
No,
no, no. This was so UTTERLY wrong.
It
was time to stop meditating. Shuddering he stood and still hunted by
his nightmare he headed back to the Aoiya. But
this time it was different: the last image rendered the need of ice
useless
“
Aoshi-sama!
Perfect timing, I have your dinner ready.”
Nodding
slightly he followed Misao silently.
Yes,
he knew what he had here, he couldn't value it enough.
A/N:
[1]
If
you check the manga, volume 8, page 60, first picture, you'll find a
Kenshin and a Kaoru doll in Kaoru's room =^^=.
hehehe,
I hope you all had a good time reading =^^=
I
have no idea what's going on in a male brain, but I think I am near
the truth...
I
read on ww.adultff.net a story 'The Hiko Sandwich' by Lexie. The plot
is entirely different, but I guess I got the idea for a Okon/Omasu
threesome there =^^=.
Please
check it out, it is very good.
I
am awfully sorry, but this trash begged to be written.
Despite
the low quality I hope that you enjoyed it. *laughs manically*
The
problem with one-shots is, that I need to write them as they pop up
=^^=
Started:
June 2nd 2004
Finished:
June 12th 2004
Edited:
June 23rd-30th 2004
First
posted: July 10th 2004
Jaaaaa
naaaaa,
Mara