Author's Notes: Well dang it, Shin, I didn't expect the leather story so soon! Now I got to take my time out of my class-ditching schedule to type this calloused fingers!! All for the sake of carving Aoshi into linoleum..er.. more on that later.
 So yes, for those not following, upon talking to Shin one night online and we came to a deep pondering. And thus this fic was born. 
 I think essentially I got the Aoshi in leather story out of shin-no-shibo, and now I got to do this. Ah well!

 Response for Chapter 10 of Blue Paradise wasa awesome! Thank you all so much!! ^____^
 I took all of Spring Break off from work, which is March 21-28, so expect some things from me to be out that week pretty quickly if I can do it. I dunno, I may try to go on a drinking spree and finally try Smirnoff Green Apple Twist. 
 Miko does love her girly drinks, de gozaru.
  So finished all of Escaflowne with my friends, and I must say, I really do love Dilansau Albatou.
 Psychotic...yes.
 Lethal...yep.
 Pyro...yes.
 Alcoholic..Absolut-ely.
Vain..Hotohoric.
 But I still love the little freak! I think Kawamuri Shoji realized fans were pissed as all hell he wasn't in DVD 6 so when he shows up again he RIPS his shirt off and is in, what you ask? Leather pants.
Maybe I should change my screen name to Leather Miko. Ah well!
 So according to shin I'm the biggest Aoshi fangirl. COOL!! I am Misao's parallel!! Muahahahahahahahahhahaha!!!!
	So erm.. yes. 
	Lime/Lemony goodness here folks. Kiddies turn back now.
 Miko's really hyper and sitting in the coffeehouse typing this up although I should be in color class but ah well!!
 WARNING: Aoshi-sama sexiness can cause mass drooling. This author is not responsible for any damage sustained caused by drool.

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	Aoshi-sama - Yukata = Naked?


	by Silver Miko
	(the Apparent Ultimate Aoshi Fangirl^^)

	

	"Come on, Misao-chan, you've had to wonder at one time or another." Omasu murmured to the petite ninja girl as she, Misao, and Okon stood in the kitchen preparing okonomiyaki for lunch.
	"And just why are you pondering such thoughts?" Okon asked slyly, arching an eyebrow.
	"I want to know that too!" Misao demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at the brunette woman.
	Omasu waved her hands nervously, her eyes widening. 
	"No no no!! I was just saying have YOU ever wondered! Not that I wonder such things about Aoshi-san, I mean not that there's anything WRONG with Aoshi-san it's just that.."
	"Hold on before your foot goes further into your mouth." Okon snickered, shaking her head.
	"Oh geez." Omasu sighed.
	Misao took breaths to calm herself from exploding at Omasu, who posed the question in question.

	'Have you ever wondered if Aoshi-san is naked under his yukata?'
	
	Misao had been flabbergasted at first, but then quickly grew a little irritated at the thought of Omasu thinking of Aoshi and naked in ANY context. That was HER job dammit! No other woman could think of him naked but her!! It was like an unspoken rule never to be violated lest fear of bashing curteousy of Misao. 
	"It's okay, Omasu-san. I KNOW you'd know better than to think such thoughts about Aoshi-sama!" Misao said with a chipper smile, her eyes flashing a 'you know better' glare. 
	"Really, Misao-chan, it was just a silly question."
	"So what is your answer Misao?" Okon asked.
	Misao blinked, and put a finger to her chin.
	"Hmm.. I dunno, that's a good question!" she remarked, then coughed as she inhaled smoke.
	"Misao-chan!!"
	"AHH! THe okonomiyaki!!" she screeched as scraped the now burnt food off of the grill.
	The three women blinked and looked at each other.
	"we could just say it's 'Cajun'." Okon suggested.
	Omasu and Misao nodded in agreeance as they waffed the smoke away from them. After the smoke cleared some, Okon and Omasu noticed Misao had been quiet for a good five minutes, which was very un-Misao like.
	And then they heard it.
	Laughing. Quietly at first then growing in volume as Misao tipped her head back and began laughing maniacally.
	"Misao..Chan?" 
	Misao sharply looked at Okon and Omasu, pointing at them.
	"I am going to undercover the truth of Aoshi-sama's nudity in question!!" she declared and moved her finger to point into the sky as if thunder and lightening would accompany the movement.
	Okon and Omasu gaped at her.
	"I think the fumes went her head."
	"Hai hai."
	
	Misao clapped her hands together and began rubbing them as the wheels her head began turning rapidly. 
	"Ohohohohohohohoho!!!" 

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	The subject in question, one Shinomori Aoshi; Oniwabanshuu Okashira, skilled ninja, and bishounen god, was walking towards the temple to partake in his daily meditation until Misao arrived for their daily tea time and he returned for his daily dinner with the rest of the Oniwabanshuu. He rubbed the back of his neck, kneading softly at the sore muscles. 
	He had a fitful night of sleep, having been plagued with dreams. 
	Not the usual dreams of death, violence, blood, scary singing orange midgets with green hair, or Okina dancing naked in the rain.No, last night he had dreamt of Misao. A naked, receptive, and very VERY horny Misao. He had tossed and turned and moaned in his sleep at the things Dream Misao had done, or rather, what he had done to her. 
	He had woken with a gasp and grumbled feeling a sense of disappointment, which had befuddled him slightly as it was Misao, genki little Misao.
	Well, to be honest, she wasn't so little anymore at the age of eighteen.
	She had grown taller a couple of inches and filled out some, which had pleased her greatly. 
	And apparently him as well.
	The Battousai's words flitted through his mind once more.
	'But you are particularly fond of Misao-dono aren't you?'
 It was just like Battousai to butt in and give vaguely sage advise, which had annoyed Aoshi a bit at the time. And to think he had given the petite man a foot rub too. Bastard. 
	Still, it was possible the Battousai had a point. Out of all the Oniwabanshuu it was Misao who was closest to him, who he was most comfortable with.
	And to be honest, he had looked at her in the past year with more than just a guardian's eye. On some occasions, he may not have even been aware of it, but he looked at as a man looks as a woman.
	Sigh...
	He attempted to push all ecchi thoughts of Misao aside as he entered the temple and made his way to his meditation spot, and sat into the Lotus position. 
	::an~ Miko actually prefers sitting anywhere in the Lotus position in 90% of things she sits in::

	He closed his ice blue eyes and lowered his head slightly allowing his blue-black bangs to fall into face as his muscled chest rose and fell softly as he took deep breaths. He concentrated on focusing and clearing his mind.
	His ears twitched as he heard the temple door slide open slowly and quietly, and cracked one of his eyelids open to see none other than Misao attempting to creep into the room.
	She was halfway towards him when he spoke.
	"What is it, Misao?" 
	She paused mid step and her mouth opened in surprise, then quickly closed as she shook her head.
	"Oh nothing! I just was..er.. thought I'd keep you company for a little bit!" she stammered, her hands behind her back as she struggled to look innocent.
	"Aa, sou desu." he said, not needing to request she be quiet. 
	She would know without him saying, as was the case in many things. They could communicate with gestures and expressions sometimes, and he could always usually read her like a book. Or used to, lately she had proven to difficult to read sometimes.
	Misao sat next to Aoshi, mimicking his position and closed her eyes sighing. After a couple minutes when she was sure he was focused on meditating she opened her eyes and glanced him, studying him discreetly.
	'Okay, Misao, time to solve this mystery.' she thought to herself.
	She looked at his legs first, but as he sat she could see no parting in the yukata, just his muscular calves and feet. Traveling upwards, the beige garment was parted almost in the middle of his chest, showing off some of his scars and his well-developed, muscular, chest which made Misao want to reach out and run her hands over it. 
	Her gazed moved upwards to his face, eyes closed and bangs draping sexily over half of his face. She looked away, and down at her hands in her lap but not before wiping the drool off the corner of her mouth.
	'Dammit, I can't tell if he's wearing anything under that or not! I'll have to investigate further!'
	She was about to asked him about the weather but then sweat dropped.
	'Crap, I can't talk, Aoshi-sama prefers it be quiet when he meditates. Ohhhhhhhh...shoot! As soon as your cute ass leaves this temple, you are mine!'
	Taking a deep breath, Misao closed her eyes and began focusing her mind on her mission. 
	Aoshi opened his eyes slightly and glanced over to Misao, noticing she was concentrating her mind on something. He closed his eyes once more, and furrowed his brows as he tried to rid himself of his chaotic thoughts.
	'Must see if Aoshi-sama is naked, must see if Aoshi-sama is naked..'
	'Must not imagine Misao naked, must not imagine Misao naked....'

	After sitting in silence for two hours, Aoshi finally opened his eyes and stood up. Misao heard his movements and looked up at him.
	"Aoshi-sama?" she asked softly.
	"Let's head back. Dinner will be soon." he replied flatly.
	"Aa." she said, mimicking him slightly and stood up, shaking her legs outs and followed him out.
	
	As they walked back to the Aoiya, Aoshi noticed the gray clouds approaching and began walking a little faster, Misao following his pace. 
	Misao followed after Aoshi, her eyes wandering to his back covered in the beige material and moving down to his firm backside, attempting to make out any lines of other clothing concealed beneath the yukata. At least, that had been her original motivation.	
	'Hmm...don't see anything indication of clothing under there....ooh...Aoshi-sama really does have such a nice butt.....'
	"Misao?"
	Misao flushed as she blinked and looked him in the face.
	"Yes?"
	"Are you alright? You were..staring."
	"I'm fine!! Just thinking! Come on, Aoshi-sama, before it rains!" she said, running ahead of him.
	He furrowed his brows at her, thinking.
	She had been looking at him, or rather, his backside. There was no doubt about it. Was there dirt on his yukata? He tried to steal a discreet glance.
	Nothing.
	She couldn't have possibly been...ogling him? He was imagining things. He had to be. Sighing he quickened his pace to catch up with Misao.
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	'Okay Makimachi, time to get more serious! You're pride demands it!! And your lust for Aoshi-sama!' her mind screamed as she quietly crept into the bath room, hiding behind the screen so she wouldn't be seen. She knew Aoshi was on his way to take a bath, and had run out ran to the bath house. 
	Now all she had to do was remain as quiet and still as possibly and keep her energy low. Which wasn't surprisingly that difficult despite popular belief. All she had to do was immitate Aoshi.
	Hearing the sliding of the shoji door, Misao peeked through the crevice of the screen and smiled softly as she saw Aoshi walk in and shut the shoji behind him. She saw his hand move to the knot at his belt and held back a frustrated groan as he stepped out of her sight.
	She craned her neck slightly, then heard the sound of water splashing and knew Aoshi had gotten into the bath. Which meant there was no way to see if he had been naked under his yukata. She had been counting on seeing him undress.
	::AN~WHOO! Who WOULDN'T wanna see Aoshi-sama undress!!!::
 	She looked around, realizing she needed to escape soon. It was only a matter of time before Aoshi realized he wasn't alone, being the awesomely intelligent Okashira he was. She saw the window behind her and smiled. Now came the tricky part. Flexing her toes, she poised to dive out the window.
	"Who's there?" Aoshi's voice called out, and Misao heard the sound of water sloshing as Aoshi began making his way towards where she was.
	'Shimatta!!!!' she thought as she jumped to dive out the window.
	WHACK! THUD!!
	"ughhhhhhhhhhhh............" Misao groaned, feeling herself slam to the ground as she knocked the screen down with her. 
	She had missed the window by a couple inches, having been in a hurry.
	"Misao?"
	Misao heard Aoshi's voice and blinked, opening her eyes. She felt disorientated and then blushed in embarassment as she realized she had been caught.
	"Umm..Aoshi-sama..." she said softly, then blinked again as she noticed he was leaning over her slightly, water dripping off his bangs and onto her face. Water dripping off his naked, WOAH!, naked chest!
	He was...TOTALLY NAKED!
	Before she could confirm that thought, Aoshi clapped a hand over her eyes.
	"I'm sorry, Misao, but I am currently  undressed. What are you doing in here?" he asked.
	Misao bit her lip, frustrated that she was A: Alone with Aoshi. B: He was naked. and C: He was touching her, well, covering her eyes anway.
	'Focus!! MISSION!!!'
	"Um...I was...um...I was just looking for my spare obi and thought it might be in here! When I heard you come in I panicked and hid and then decided to just leave through the window. I erm, didn't want to embrass you or anything." she rambled, hoping he bought it.
	There was silence on his part, no change there, for a bit. And then...
	"I see. Well, then hold on a minute. Don't open your eyes." 
	Misao exhaled loudly when his hand disappeared from over her eyes. Dammit, she had promised to keep them shut, and she wasn't one to break her word to Aoshi. She heard the rustle of clothing and furrowed her eyebrows.
	'So..so...unfair...so...so....unfair...'
	"Misao, you can open your eyes now." 
	She did so, and mentally grimaced as she saw he was wearing that damn yukata.
	"Now, you said you lost an obi?" he murmured, glancing around the room.
	Misao lowered her gaze, feeling herself snapping.
	'That's it! I'm just going to do the rational thing!'
	Aoshi never saw what hit as Misao leaped at him, knocking him to the floor with her landing on top of him. He was stunned, his ice blue eyes glancing into hers and widening when he saw the fire in those aqua depths. He should of been worried, panicked, maybe even afraid.
	 But he was not. Instead his eyes darkened and began to burn like blue fthalames as Misao's hand traced up the collar of his yukata, only to grasp the offensive material and rip it apart, the knot at his belt giving way as he had tied it loosely.
	"Misao..." he gasped out, as he felt the cool air against his skin.
	Misao glanced down at him and....frowned.
	Underneath his yukata he was wearing fundoshi(like underwear).
	"So that's it. You wear fundoshi under the yukata." she murmured, feeling rather disappointed.
	Aoshi blinked.
	"W..What?"
	Misao then took on a determined expression once more and smiled.
	"Since we're like this anyway.." she murmured, then lowered her face to his and pressed her lips against his, one hand coming up to rake through his damp hair.
	Aoshi for his part was utterly lost, but soon decided he didn't care as he responded to her kiss, parting her lips and delving his tongue into her mouth. Misao moaned as he deepened the kiss, inwardly thrilled at his response.
	'YATTA! YATTA!!!!!!!!!!!'
	She felt Aoshi lips leave hers and blinked in confusion, looking down at him.
	"Aoshi-sama?" she asked, cocking her head to the side slightly.
	She then felt one of his slide down her back to her obi bow, and tug it loose.
	"It's my turn now, Misao." he murmured as her outfit shirt gaped apart.
	He slowly slid the material off her shoulders and discarded it onto the floor next to them, leaving Misao bare from waist up.
	Her skin flushed in slight embarassment, but that was forgotten when Aoshi's hands came up to cup her breasts. Misao gasped and arched her neck, which Aoshi took advantage of by nibbling on her neck. He sat them up so that she was straddling him slightly, and wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing his mouth to hers for another scorching kiss. Misao reached his hip and grasped the fundoshi material and gave it a strong tug, tossing the material aside.
	Her eyes glaced down a bit shyly at his aroused manhood and she averted her gaze back to his face and smiled.
	"Definitely bigger than Kamatari's." 
	Aoshi growled flipped their position so that she was laying down and he was above her. His hands traced up her leg to her waist. He pulled her shorts and undergarments off, leaving her naked.
	His eyes roamed her body, darkening more with desire, a passion stronger than any he'd ever felt before. 
	Misao gasped and moaned when Aoshi slid one of fingers inside her, her hips rising of their own volition as she moaned his name. He responded by sliding another finger inside her, stroking and teasing her flesh until he felt her tighten and heard her moan loudly as her body trembled.
	Misao was gasping, reeling from the sensation she had just felt, that he had given her. 
	"Aoshi-sama.." she murmured, her hands cupping his cheeks and pulling his face to hers, her eyes burning into his.
	"Please, Aoshi-sama, I want you." she whispered with a seriousness that almost startled him.
	Aoshi nodded slightly, settling himself completely above her.
	"Misao, this is going to hurt at first, but I promise you it'll never hurt again." 
	Misao nodded,and Aoshi brushed his lips against hers, capturing her lips in a gentle, sweet kiss as he thrust into her, and heard her gasp of pain. Her nails dug into his back as she began breathing deeply, trying to move past the pain. Aoshi began to slowly rock his hips, and soon the pain melted into pleasure. Misao wrapped her legs around his waist and began rising her hips to meet his, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
	Aoshi groaned, and quickened the pace of their joining, gently biting on Misao's earlobe.
	"Aoshi..sammmmaaaaaaaa...." she moaned loudly, as she began to breath louder and louder.
	Aoshi slid almost completely out of her, then thrust in hard and fast, sending her over the edge as she bit into his shoulder softly.
	Aoshi struggled to maintain control, and waited until she was ready before resuming their lovemaking.
	Misao gasped, so many feelings and emotions burning within her. She moved her face to kiss the corner of her mouth, and looked his eyes.
	She could still feel the hard length of him inside her and knew they weren't finished yet.
	With a smile she thrust her hips up, earning a long groan from Aoshi. He began moving in slow, deep thrusts which caused Misao to moan uncontrollably as she closed her eyes, biting her lip as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her. Aoshi trailed his lips up and down her throat, feeling his control slipping as Misao's pants and moans grew louder. She began to tighten around him and her eyes flew open to look into his.
	"A..Aoshi..Aoshiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she gasped loudly as her aqua blue eyes closed tightly, her face contorted in pleasure as she climaxed.
	Aoshi growled her name out as he reached release after her, his body spent and going limp above her for a moment until moved to lay at her side and pulled her against him, his chin resting against the top of her head as absent-mindedly stroked her waist.
	"Misao, this was not your original intention, was it?" he asked softly.
	She smirked into his chest and laughed softly.
	"No, it wasn't, but it was definitely better than my original intentions."
	"Which where?"
	"To answer a question."
	"A question?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
	"Mm...whether you're naked under your yukata or not. Omasu asked me earlier if I had ever wondered that and I decided to investigate."
	Aoshi smiled, brushing a hand through her hair. For once he was grateful for her tenacity and curiousity. 
	"Misao, I have a question I want you to answer."
	"What is it?" she asked, gazing up into his face.
	"Will you marry me, Makimachi Misao?" he asked, traced his hand long her jawbone and cheek softly.
	Misao's eyes widened and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, laughing in joy.
	"Yes, a million times yes!"
	"Thank goodness." he breathed softly.
	Misao giggled. 
	"Did you REALLY think I'd say no? Honestly, Aoshi-sama." 
	Aoshi smiled at that.
	"Thank you, Misao. For always being by my side, for never giving up on me, for..loving me." he said, his eyes so intense as he gazed at her she thought her heart would burst.
	"Aoshi-sama..."
	"I love you." he stated, his thumb brushing over her lower lip.
	She wrapped her arms around him again, crying with happiness.
	'Note to self: Give Omasu a BIIIIIG thank you!!!' she thought.
	Aoshi tightened his arms around her.
	'I don't need daydreams, I have everything I need here.' 

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	DONE!!

 	Oh my, there you go Shin! The answer is found!!!! Well folks, I'd love to say more, but I got to high tail it to work. ::cries::