Author’s Notes: Rapponmatsu-chan! I already had the karaoke thing in mind!!!! No death threats? Aw hon, you’re either losing it or you just like me too much. Ohohoho... XD
	Anyways, I am QUITE thankful for all the positive responses to this, and decided to work on this more, at least until my ex-crush calls so we can get some Dunkin Donuts coffee and I can get some CAFFEINE!!
	Oh my God, whoever wrote ‘More Than A Dream?’, FieryShadow I think, I BEG OF THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... please please please work on it more. Or I else I might get the urge to work on a fic inspired like it. ::huggles uberdark Aoshi-sama::
	And I would like to say that I am intensely interested in becoming a member of the AIASM-gumi, or for those who don’t know, the ‘Aoshi Is a Sex Machine’-gumi.
	Sighs, if only I had my own Aoshi-sama...hmmm.....
	This chapter is dedicated to T3E J4CK because he is the only teenage straight boy with the balls to admit he likes bishounen and yaoi. If you really want Duo-braid...Pantene Shampoo and conditioner. Works miracles! While I am sad you aren’t finishing that high school fic, I understand how you feel. I loved ‘Sake on the Rocks’ and look forward to more A/M drabbles of yours. And if you haven’t, you NEED to check out the ‘Gravitation’ anime/manga. 
	Onnnnwarrrddd..
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	Chapter VI: Thoughts Causing Nosebleeds


	Misao wiped the steam off of Aoshi’s bathroom mirror as she looked at the mark on her neck. It was more prominent now after her shower, the small red mark Aoshi had given her. 
	‘Oh yeah, scorching. Burn me some more, burn me, burn me....’ she thought whimsically as she pulled on some pajamas.
	The hickey should of made her jump for joy, but she knew better. It was nothing but a lie, an illusion to help the greater illusion of Misao being a bad girl. How she wished it was a mark of something real. 
	Walking back in the living room, she saw Aoshi sitting on the couch in black pants and a black tee-shirt drinking tea and flipping through the photo album she had brought.
	During their stay in the hospital, Misao had used that time to catch up with him, realizing they knew little of each other as they were now. For five weeks, every day she’d sit in his room and talk. About her life, about the Aoiya, about being a cop. 
	He listened and responded to most of her questions.
	Grabbing her stuff in a hurry from her soon to be fumigated apartment, she remembered to grab her photo album to show to Aoshi.
	Peering over him, she saw he was looking Misao’s high school graduation picture in which Misao was bashing Okina.
	“Jiya was being a total lech. He had it coming.” she murmured with a smile, recalling the memory.
	“Aa. Most likely.” Aoshi replied.
	Misao simply threw her towel over his head and sat down next to him as he wordlessly removed the damp towel. 
	He had picked her up outside her apartment building and upon arrival she had taken his bathroom hostage. Not that he minded.
	He knew some of their colleagues thought she was annoying him, but it was actually the opposite. He...liked having her around.
	After everything he had done wrong she still stayed by his side. 
	And he was grateful, not that he’d verbalize it. It was enough for him to admit such things to himself, to say it out loud was a little too much for him at the moment.
	But he got the feeling she understood. He was trying to re-adjust to life. He looked over to her, and saw the mark on her neck.
	‘I did it for the case...for the case the case the case...’
	Though he honestly didn’t believe himself most of the time. 
	“Hmm, by the way, thank you for letting me spend the night. I owe you one.” she murmured, pouring herself a cup of tea.
	She supposed were it any other man it would be odd he kept the whole pot on his coffee table, but not Aoshi.
	Nope, she remembered long ago the tea binge he’d gone on and how much Okina had scolded him the next day.
	It was the oddest thing seeing a fifteen year old Aoshi twitching and tweaked. 
	She giggled softly, drawing Aoshi’s attention.
	“What?” he asked softly. 
	“Nothing, I just remember the time you went overboard with tea and got all tweaked out. Jiya was so pissed at you that day!” she grinned, sipping her tea.
	“Ah yes. I suppose you would have found the sake incident much more amusing.” he murmured.
	“Sake?”
	“I have no tolerance.” he admitted, not feeling at all uncomfortable to reveal the seemingly embarrassing information to Misao. She was one of the few people he felt most comfortable to speak to freely.
	Actually lately, the only person.
	“Aa, ask Okina about it sometime.” 
	“You bet your ass I will. So tell me Aoshi-sama, do you think I play the part of a convincing bad girl?” she asked.
	He closed the photo album and set it down on his coffee table. 
	“You seem to be acting more like a Ko-Girl than a bad girl Yankee type.” he said, ignoring the mental picture of Misao dressed in provocative clothing and acting flirtatious. 
	“Ko-Girl? I suppose I sort of am one. Except they like mini-skirts and I’m not a skirt fan.”
	“You look good in skirts.” he blurted out, then closed his mouth quickly.	
	‘One word, Shinomori. Baaaaaaaaaaakaaaaaaaaaa.’ his mind yelled.
	Misao laughed.
	“Why thank you thought I get the feeling you had no intetion of vocalizing that notion. Anyway, aside from smoking and acting like a hooker, I guess I do meet Ko-girl qualifications.” 
	“You don’t bleach your hair.” he said suddenly.
	“Bleach my hair? Helllllll no! I like the blue-black!” she said with a smile then yawned and stretched.
	“Are you sure you don’t mind the couch, Aoshi-sama? We could always share..”
	“It’s fine, Misao.” he said quickly, standing up.
	“I was just kidding! Geez, way to kill a girl’s self-esteem. Anyway, I’m getting some shut eye. I apparently have a test tomorrow.” 
	“Aa, English.” 
	“Keeping tabs on me are we, Aoshi NII..”
	“Misao!” he said sternly, shooting her a glare. If she called him ‘Nii-sama’ one more time...
	“Hai hai! Good night!” she said, walking into his room.
	He sighed and laid back on his couch thinking.
	‘Oh real nice there sparky. You got a woman just laying there in your bed that actually likes your brooding ass and you’re not EVEN monopolizing.’ his mind spoke, making Aoshi wish he could throttle his apparently horny id. 					
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	Misao stared at the paper, wishing more than anything to rip it apart and burn it to ashes. She scratched her head, gritting her teeth.
	‘Why why why in Kami-sama’s name do they make this stuff so hard! I passed physics with a 75% for crying out loud!” she thought.
	She looked at the equation, her brows furrowed.
	‘Okay Makimachi thiiiiiiiiiiiiink! Okay, try it the way you used to solve math problems. Okay, let’s see...if there are seven Aoshi-sama’s....’
	
	Misao left her class with a sigh, hoping that her math solving strategy helped. She made her way to her locker and opened it to see a red note hanging in there. 
	‘Behind the gym after school.’
	It was unsigned. She knew right off the bat it wasn’t Aoshi’s handwriting, and crumbled it in her palm.
	“Makimachi-san!” 
	Misao turned to see Himeko walk towards her.
	“Oi, Aokage-kun, what’s up?” she asked.
	Himeko’s eyes glanced around and her face reddened.
	“Is it..I mean really true that you...you know...you and Shinomori-sensei are.. Are...” she stammered.
	“Screwing each other?” Misao supplied flippantly.
	Himeko gasped then nodded her head.
	“Well Aokage-kun, no comment. Does anyone in this place have anything better to do than gossip about me and Aoshi-sama?” 
	“Aoshi...sama?”
	“Er, Aoshi-nii-sama.” Misao said, laughing nervously.
	One thing Misao remembered from high school was the truly bad ass characters didn’t flaunt their actions, they had an air of mystery. 
	That was why she hadn’t admitted to or denied sleeping with her ‘step-brother’.
	And the hickey only added to the image.
	‘Must stop thinking about it...stop stop stop...thinking of Aoshi-sama and his soft lips..nibbling...’
	“Makimachi-san you’re nose..”
	“Eh?”
	“It’s bleeding.” Himeko pointed out, handing Misao a tissue.
	“Ah...so it is! Thanks! Um..I got to go!” Misao murmured then ran off. As she passed the principal’s office she heard him calling her name and paused.
	Entering Hayama-sensei’s office she saw Aoshi seated.
	“Please have a seat.” Hayama-sensei said as he closed his office door.
	“Sure, what’s up?” she asked, sitting next to Aoshi.
	“There have been...rumors circulating about the relationship about you two. The other teachers have heard about it and are rather unsettled. Makimachi-san’s behavior is causing quite a stir.” Hayama-sensei explained.
	“Hayama-sensei, it’s all part of our cover.” Misao said, crossing her arms.
	“How so?” he asked.
	“By letting these rumors fly, it gives the perception that Misao is a ‘bad’ character and we suspect this will help her implement those behind the gambling ring.” Aoshi explained calmly, and Misao’s jaw hung.
	“W..What he said.” she added.
	‘That’s the most word Aoshi-sama’s said in a row.’ she marveled.
	‘That’s the most I’ve spoken in a row in quite a long time. Still, I don’t like his tone towards Misao.’ Aoshi thought. 
	It confused him to even think such things, for he doubted Misao even cared about  what Hayama-sensei was implying. 
	“I see. I suppose that makes sense.” Hayama-sensei murmured.
	“Will that be all? We have to go to gym class.” Misao asked.
	“Yes, that’s all. Thank you for your time.” Hayama-sensei said, seeing them out. Misao smiled and shook her head as she and Aoshi walked down the hall towards the gym. 
	“So how was the couch?” she asked as they walked through the empty hall.
	“Fine.”
	“What are we doing in class?”
	“Self-defense.” 
	“Ooh! Really? Finally something good.” she said, cracking her knuckles.	
	“Misao, basic moves only.” Aoshi murmured.
	“What are you talking about? I wasn’t..”
	“Misao.” he said more sternly.
	He knew she’d want to use her full potential when it came to anything doing with martial arts.
	“Alright fine. Basic kenpo.” she sighed and walked off towards the girl’s locker room.
	Aoshi watched her leave and sighed.
	After all the years passed, he still had the instinct to look out for her but now was it more than that?
	Shaking his head he walked into his office and changed for class.
	
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	“Today we’ll be learning self-defense. You will learn three basic maneuvers. I need a volunteer.” Aoshi said, and was a bit set back as all the girls raise their hands.
	‘Damn....you...bitches....’ Misao mentally growled.
	“Misao.” Aoshi’s voice said, startling her out of her thoughts.
	“Eh?”
	“You had your hand raised did you not?” 
	“Uh..yes.” she said, standing up and approaching him.
	She didn’t miss the whispered ‘Figures’ coming from most of the class.
	“First, no matter how large or strong your opponent, if you follow the proper steps you can flip the person over to you.”
	Aoshi grabbed Misao from behind to demonstrate, and Misao couldn’t help but shoot a satisfied grin to the girls in class who had above and beyond pissed her off.
	“Now, grab your attacker by the wrist and pull down with all your weight, bending to flip them over you.”
	“Like so!” Misao piped in, flipping Aoshi over her so he landed on his back in front of her. 
	The class’ jaws dropped.
	“Now, don’t worry if don’t get it right the first time, if ever you find yourself using this defense and it works don’t stick around. Run and call the police. Right, Shinomori-sensei?” she said, holding out her hand to help him up. 
	He took it and gave her a glare as he stood up.
	“Right. Now, the next method is if you are being attacked from the front. Raise your knee and connect with the stomach. This will knock the wind out of your attacker and stun them for a moment.” 
	Before Misao could follow through on doing it, Aoshi grabbed leg to halt her.
	“I think they get the picture.” he said, ignoring the laughs of the class.
	“And lastly there’s SING. Misao, you may demonstrate but just go through the motions.”
	Aoshi grabbed her behind eliciting another grin from Misao.
	“Alright this is SING. Step!” she said, lightly stepping on Aoshi’s foot.
	“Instep!” Then she lightly kicked his shin as she turned to face him.
	“Knee!’ Then she lightly kicked his knee.
	“And lastly, Groin!” Once more Aoshi stopped her knee and backed away.
	“As Misao demonstrated, SING has been reported to be highly effective. Now, everyone pair off and we’ll practice.” Aoshi said.
	Misao walked back towards the class and looked around. She wondered if anyone would pair with her when Tsukasa approached her.
	“Care to partner up Shinomori-kun?” he asked.
	“Sure. But don’t cry if I hurt you.” she replied.
	“I hardly think so.” 

	Aoshi observed the class, paying special attention to Misao. Her partner Tsukasa was tall and had a strong build. 
	So if Misao slipped up and got serious it looked like Tsukasa could hold his own.
	“Alright let’s do the flip.” Misao said.
	“Hmm, okay but I have to warn you, I won’t go easy on you like your brother, step-brother, boyfriend, whatever he is.” 
	Misao narrowed her eyes.
	“What makes you think he went easy on me?” 
	“You’re a small girl, what could you possibly do?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips.
	Wrong thing to say.
	Before he could blink she had grabbed his wrist and flipped him. 
	“It’s not the size that counts, isn’t that what boys are always whining?” she asked, cracking her knuckles.
	Tsukasa stood up and grumbled.
	“You got skill, I’ll give you that. Don’t forget, after school.” he murmured.
	Misao’s eyes widened for the briefest of a second.
	‘I see. You wrote that note. What are you up to?’
	Aoshi rubbed the bridge of his nose after seeing her flip her partner. 
	‘At least she stopped there.’ 
	“How was that?” she asked, stalking up beside him.
	“It was fine.”
	“Good. By the way, after school behind the gym. I apparently have a meeting.” 
	Aoshi glanced at her.
	“Be a doll and get a wire ready.” she murmured, then walked away.
	Aoshi watched her go and couldn’t help but feel a little tense at her mysterious meeting, but she was a detective and he couldn’t change that fact. As much as he didn’t like her choosing such a dangerous profession she seemed genuinely happy with it. And in the end that was what he wanted: Misao to be happy.
	‘She would have been happy sharing your bed with you last night, but no! Had to be the giant ice cube.’ 
	Aoshi’s brow furrowed. It was a forgotten feeling to think something that was normal for most men. Had it been so long ago he knew humor and what is was to feel? It was like everyday now, Misao was bit by bit melting him. 
	And she was quite possibly the only one who could.
	The question was, did he want to melt? 
	He was so used to being cold used to feeling numb. He had no regard for living just a short while ago. Then she showed up.
	Like the whirlwind she always was. 
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	Misao sat on the small stone wall behind the gym waiting. She scratched her stomach softly, forgetting how itching the tape holding the wire taped to her chest was. 
	It was quite comical to recall Aoshi putting the wire on her. Since it was taped to her chest, she had to take her shirt off.
	It was worth the itchy tape to see Aoshi’s cheeks redden as he tried desperately not to accidentally touch her breasts. Lucky for him she was wearing a bra. It was quite funny actually to see the usually stoic Shinomori Aoshi so nervous. 
	“Makimachi!”
	Misao was startled out of her thoughts and out of her seated position as she fell forward.
	Tsukasa, Nishikado, and Akira stared in disbelief as Misao’s skirt had flipped up to reveal a pair of sky blue.....biker shorts.
	“Ha! Caught you looking! Perverts.” she said, standing up and brushing herself off.
	‘Ugh...mental note..ice pack ass when this is all over.’ she mentally noted.
	“Hmm, clever trick Makimachi-kun. I can see now you’re definitely what we’re looking for.” Tsukasa began.
	“Oh? And what’s that?” she asked, feigning boredom and chewing on her thumbnail.
	
	From his office in the gym Aoshi heard everything, sipping his green tea. He was worried about Misao, even though common sense said she could handle herself. She had those kunai stashed on her somewhere, although he wasn’t exactly sure as to WHERE she could hide them dressed in that school fuku.
	‘Oh, and you’d just love to find out, wouldn’t you? Ugh...must stop picturing her in that. Damn miniskirt...damn...damn...’

	“You see Makimachi-kun, we three are sort of..entrepreneurs here. We provide a service to our fellow students in exchange for compensation.” Akira said.
	“I see.... You’re gigolos?” 
	The three boys sweat- dropped.
	“No, nothing like that. We’re more in the gambling business.” Tsukasa said, attempting to sound slick.
	“Ah, got you. I heard rumors of a gambling ring here. So you’re the geniuses behind it?”
	“Exactly!” Tsukasa said smirking. “And we want you to be our fourth. Our former fourth moved to France so we find ourselves needing a new agent.” 
	“And you picked little old me why?” she asked, mentally doing a happy dance.
	‘No more school fuku! No more school fuku! WHOOOOOOOOOO!’
	“Simple. You’ve got street smarts, you’re tough, you’ve got skill. It’s just the type we’re looking for. And your looks don’t hurt either.” Nishikado said, draping an arm over her shoulder.
	Misao’s eyes narrowed for the briefest of seconds before she plastered a large grin on her face.
	“Well gentlemen, it sounds like an interesting offer but I’m afraid I have to pass.” she said.
	“I see, and why is that?” Tsukasa asked.
	“Because..” Misao said grinning as she crossed her arms.
	“You’re all under arrest!” 
	“Ehhh?” the three said loudly then began to laugh.
	“Ha! Very funny Makimachi-kun! Under arrest? Yeah, and you’re what a narc or something! Oh no wait, you’re actually an undercover detective!” Tsukasa said, laughing.
	Misao’s eye twitched...quite visibly.
	“It’s exactly like that.”
	Misao and the three turned at the sound of Aoshi’s voice as he walked towards them.
	“No way! You’re a narc Makimachi-kun!” Akira exclaimed in shock.
	Misao’s fist clenched as she pulled out her kunai from somewhere on her waist. 
	“That’s Detective Makimachi to you, dipshit!” she remarked, holding up her kunai, her eyes blazing.
	“Detective?! No way! You can’t be older than us!” Nishikado remarked. He had been planning on getting to know Misao on an intimate level whether she accepted their offer or not.  So much for hoping.
	“I’m twenty-three for you information..whatever..you’re all under arrest!” 
	“I would suggest not running as Detective Makimachi has never missed her target with those.” Aoshi said, uttered so calmly it scared the three teenagers.
	They raised their hands and Tsukasa began to shake.
	“Shit! Shit! Shit!!! Makino’s going to murder me!!! And nee-sama! Fuck I am so dead!” he cried, then turned to Aoshi.
	“Just lock me up for the rest of my life already!!!”
	Misao arched an eyebrow.
	“What’s his problem?” she asked, wondering how Tsukasa could go from dangerous looking to sobbing idiot so quickly.
	“Well, his girlfriend and sister are well...they’re pretty tough for girls. Actually they’re the only two chicks I know he’s scared of. Makino’s got no clue about this cause she had to transfer schools. She’s going to kill Tsukasa for this.” Akira explained.
	“Ah..” Misao said, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket.
	“Yo Chief! We got our boys! Uh...uh huh....hmmm....huh....seventeen...yep all three....uh huh...right....no I didn’t get pictures! Right...Shiro and Kuro are fine......oh he is?! Well tell that asshole he’ll just have to wait..right..okay. Later.” 
	Snapping the phone shut, she met Aoshi’s gaze.
	“Shiro and Kuro are coming in a car and apparently Saitoh’s waiting for us to speak to us about something.” she reported, flexing her hand and kunai.
	“I see. What about pictures?” Aoshi asked.
	“Oh, Just boss man being a perv. Anyway, you three are charged with the felony of illegal racketeering, gambling, etc. etc.” Misao murmured, scratching her shirt. 
	“What am I going to do guys...I’m a dead man...” 
	“Get a hold of yourself Tsukasa! What’s the worse she’ll do? Kick your ass them dump you? Shit you two do this break up/make-up stuff all the time.” 
	“Baka! You should have thought of that before starting an illegal gambling ring. Damn you rich kids piss me off thinking you can break all the rules. Welcome to the real world.” Misao muttered.
	Akira glanced to Aoshi.
	“Does she ever shut up?” he asked.
	Aoshi gave Akira one of his patented icy death glares, silencing the boy quickly.
	As well as the kunai that whizzed past his head.
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	“Oooh! I love this song!!!” Misao exclaimed happily from the passenger’s seat of Aoshi’s car. She had discarded the Jenius Gakuen blazer, now just wearing the skirt and white button down shirt. 
	Aoshi’s blue eyes gazed out to the street, but his glance over to her was a sign of acknowledgment. He recognized the song, it was one by Hamasaki Ayumi. He remembered Misao saying she liked the singer.
	Misao sucked in a breath and began to sing along.
		
	konna jidai no sei ni shite
	kao wo nakushita mama
	zutto umarete kita koto ni
	sugaritsuki ikiteta						
					
	::having lost my face::
	::because of these times::
	::I’ve lived all these years::
	::clinging to my own existence::

	Aoshi glanced at her for a brief second, though didn’t make any objection. Though many probably wouldn’t think it, she had a great voice. She was imitating the singer’s high pitch quite well.  Her energy in it was part of the greatness of her voice.  Though he didn’t indicate it, he was hanging on every word.

	
	saa ima koso tomo ni tachiagarou yo
	kimi wa kimo wo kachitorun da
						
	::now, let’s stand up together::
	::fight to win yourself::

	Donna ni tooku hanarete ite mo
	bokura wa onaji sora no shita de
	itsuka no ani hi yume mita basho e to
	tabi shite iru doushi datte koto wo
	wasurenai de		

	::no matter how far apart we are::
	::we’re still under the same sky::
	::don’t forget that we’re both::
	::traveling to that place::
	::we once dreamed of::
					

	As the verse finished and they stopped at a red light, Misao leaned over close to him with a large grin. 
	“I think this song kind of reminds me of you a bit, don’t you think?” she murmured, causing him to actually stare at her with surprise.
	The honk of horn broke the moment and Aoshi realized the light had changed. 
	“Misao...I...” he began, the words dying in his throat. He had no idea what it was he wanted to say.
	“Yes?” she asked.
	“The...your neck. How is it?” he asked, mentally wincing. 
	“Oh? It’s fading pretty fast. I always did heal quickly, remember?” 
	“Aa.  I do. Misao...I hope you realize...”
	“Yeah I know. You only did that for the case.” she said, then grumbled, “ I swear you act like a eunuch.”
	“What was that?”
	“Nothing! Nothing at all, Aoshi-sama! Anyway, I wonder what Saitoh wants.” she murmured, biting her lip.
	“Free cigarettes?” Aoshi suggested.
	Misao turned to look at him and gasped melodramatically.
	“Why, was that sarcasm? I didn’t think you really had it in you.” she mused.
	Aoshi arched an eyebrow at her, a small smirk on his lips. 
	Looking at him now, Misao found it hard to believe so soon ago he was full of chaos. Now he looked...somewhat boyish smirking like that.
	It was like the old Aoshi was surfacing, like he want finally healing.
	‘Just one giant Band-Aid, I am indeed.’ she thought. 

	Aoshi looked out the window, thinking. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time, like everything wasn’t as bad as it had been and that it would all be okay. His scars, they felt less heavy. He glanced over at Misao who was looking out the window, tapping her fingers along to the music.
	It as her, wasn’t it? She was by his side no matter what, even after all the horrible things he did. He wanted to ask her why, but was hesitant to hear her answer. Deep in his mind he knew why. He had tried to be cold to her, to shut her out...but that appeared to be a losing battle. 
	As she shifted her skirt began to ride up on her thigh, catching Aoshi’s attention. He quickly turned his gaze back to the rode.
	‘What is wrong with me? It’s not like I’ve never seen a girl in a school fuku. Then again...Misao in a school fuku....no..no..thoughts..straying.....I need tea.’
	And thus there was no more conversation the rest of the way to the police station.
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	End of chapter 6.
	So, Aoshi a little OOC, maybe? I don’t care, the man needs to open up more. Oh, and dacrayZblaze1, don’t worry they WILL be. Oh and for the love of God let Aoshi finally get laid already. It’s so rare for him to lust after Misao so much. Poor girl seems to do all the lusting. 
	And yes, Aoshi does appear to be a little horny, but in my thinking, I theorize Aoshi probably hasn’t had sex since he was like probably eighteen. You know, he was busy being okashira and all. As we all know, Aoshi-sama can be one-track minded. But I still think he’s probably a sex machine. :D Where the hell am I going with this?! ::laughs:: 
	Anyway, the little rich crooks are inspired by Hana Yori Dango characters. Oh, and Jenius Gakuen, total homage to Maximillian Jenius who is voiced by Hayama Sho. Get it? Ohohoho...
	Anyway.....I think I’m trying to more and more establish a really strong bond between Aoshi and Misao. 
	I mean if you really think about it, Misao is, even if she may not realize it sometimes, the closest person to Aoshi. She seems to be who he feels most comfortable around and I get the impression from the anime that he does love her very much, but he has trouble understanding his feelings. 
	In the manga it’s pretty darn given that there’s a lot there. 
 	Anyway that’s my two cents. 
	The Hamasaki Ayumi song Misao is singing along to is ‘Daybreak’ which is an EXCELLENT song and I highly recommend it. 
	I really am J-music eclectic. I like Hamasaki Ayumi and other J-pop, but I also LOVE LOVE visual kei/J-Rock bands, especially Buck-Tick. I seriously think they are The Cure of Japanese rock. 
	Sakurai Atsuhiri(?)...amazing voice!! Buck-Tick songs makes me think of Aoshi a lot. Particularly ‘Miu’, ‘Gessekai’, and especially ‘Rakuen’, 
	http://www.geocities.com/midnightsiren182
	Aoiya at Midnight:: An Aoshi and Misao Shrine, my shrine to Stud Ice and the Not So Weasel Girl. 
	Favorite A/M fics of the moment:
	
	‘Pretty Man’ by shin-no-shibo: Aoshi is leather pants....::drools:: Please please please keep working on this, Noa. I already drew some fan art of it, and when I get access to a scanner I’ll send it to you. I’m dying to see what happens next...::pictures sexy Aoshi:: 
	‘Daydreaming of You’ by dacrayZblaze1: Hysterically horny Aoshi-sama. Poor man needs some loving from Misao.
	‘Tokyo Blues’ by shin-no-shibo: Once more Noa, please continue!! ::begs::
	‘Hope in the Hollows’ by Western Ink: AH!! Dark, myterious, shura-esque Aoshi-sama! Love the fic! 
	‘Aoshi-sama? My Stomach Hurts’by Kitten Kisses- one of the few fics that makes PMS funny. Aoshi names his tea cups....LMAO!!
	‘Sex and Sashimi’ by Hikaru a: Please..I beg...update...::Sobs::
	
I believe that’s it...::grumbles:: Oh great, back to college tomorrow. Let’s see if the weather let’s me actually get there. Winter should just be like, one month long. I can’t remember what warm weather felt like. 
	Oh, and if ANYONE has or knows where I can find the lyrics to ‘Miu’ by Buck-Tick PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
	Oyasumi!