Subject: [KFFDisc] Blanket Scenerio
Date: Sun, 14 Mar 1999 21:52:25 -0000
From: deena_arashi@hotmail.com
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The Blanket Scenerio
The situation:
    two Rurouni Kenshin characters trapped overnight in a
    single-room cabin in the middle of a blizzard.  It’s so cold
    that falling asleep uncovered will undoubtedly cause
    hypothermia.  One blanket.Your assignment:
    Create a scenerio for posting.  Go wild.
    And just so you know, I would like to post your version on my
    webpage.  If you don't want it posted, tell me.

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Disclaimers...yeah yeah yeah...we know that deena didn't create any of
these characters...
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Whirls of coldness swirled in the air and seemed to caress her
bare arms and legs. It was beyond cold in the tiny cabin. Outside the
snow was falling heavily, creating a world of white.
        Misao felt as though she was outside in the snow storm. Her body was
a
block of ice. She caste one last suffering look towards the woolen
blanket and sighed. “Um, Aoshi-sama?” she said hesitantly, walking towards
him.
        He turned from the window to look at her.
        She blushed deeply and stared down at her frozen legs to keep him
from
seeing her red face. “We seem to have a bit of a...um... problem.”
        “Yes?” he replied, his voice low and deep in the small room.
        She looked up at him and then froze. His icy blue gaze pierced hers.
The words in her mouth refused to come out. They too had frozen in the
glacial room. Wordlessly, she pointed to the single blanket that lay
neatly folded in the corner.
        “You aren’t wearing much,” he stated and she promptly turned four
more
shade of scarlet. “You take the blanket and get some sleep. It’s late
and very cold. I will keep watch for any enemies. These parts are unsafe.”
        “But Aoshi-sama,” she protested. “It’s so cold! You’ll freeze. All
you
have is that trenchcoat on. I can’t-”
        “Misao do as I say,” he ordered in a voice that made the temperature
in the room drop by another 10 degrees. “Go to sleep.”
        She nodded and hurried to obey. She knew better than to argue when
Aoshi used that cold, harsh tone of voice. Laying down upon the hard,
cold mat she wrapped herself in the woolen blanket. In a matter of few
minutes she was warm and snug. Her arms and legs regained their feeling
and the bitter cold seemed a thing of the past.
        Time passed as she stared wide eyes up at the ceiling. Her thoughts
kept returning to Aoshi. He could be so stubborn at times. Didn’t he
feel how cold this room was? She could see her breath, for Buddha’s
sake. Sure Aoshi was a frosty sort of man but he was still human. He
could die from this biting coldness.
        She peered over at him. He had finally fallen asleep. “Took long
enough,” she muttered as she stood up. A blast of biting cold attacked
her and she began to shiver uncontrollably. But her mind was made up. “A
little bit of cold isn’t going to stop Makimichi Misao,” she muttered
between chattering teeth.
        She crawled over to Aoshi. He was lying on the floor, fast asleep.
She
carefully tucked the warm blanket around his icy body. Then, because she
was unable to resist the urge, she reached out and touched his face. He
was hard and icy and so beautiful.
        “Oh Aoshi-sama,” she whispered, looking down at him. His face was
softer, somehow endearingly boyish as he slept. He looked
almost…vulnerable and so peaceful. Gently, she brushed his inky black
hair from his eyes. “Sleep well.”
        She scrambled back to her mat, worried that he would wake up. But he
slept on, much to her relief. She drew her knees up to her chest and
hugged herself, trying to stop shivering. Her body was an icicle but she
happy. Aoshi was warm and safe. That was all that mattered.
        “And I got to touch him,” she thought and blushed into the dark,
frigid night.
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        The rough scratching of a tree branch against the window woke Aoshi
from his sleep. He stared silently into the darkness his body tense as
he lay waiting for the danger to present itself before him. But there
was nothing, only the screams of the wind. He relaxed. It was only the
wind, only the night. He and Misao were safe.
        Misao. All at once he realized that he was warm. Very warm. His
fingers brushed against the heat of the woolen blanket. Woolen blanket. That
could only mean one thing.
        He cursed as he sat up. That stupid ninja girl was huddled into a
ball, trembling uncontrollably as she slept. What the hell had she done to
herself?
        Grabbing the blanket, he stalked over to her and touched her bare
arm.
She was colder than ice. He didn’t hesitate. Laying down beside her, he
pulled her body into his arms and covered them with the blanket. Then he
wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her closer against his
chest, attempting to absorb her shivers. Shivers that he had caused.
        “You bloody fool,” he muttered, rubbing his hands up and down her
back. “Why can’t you just do as you’re told.”
        She moaned softly and burrowed her head into his chest. He slid his
leg over hers and crushed her to him, trying to keep her warm. It wasn’t
long before her shivers ceased and her body was warm.
        “She’ll be okay,” he thought, relieved as he stroked her hair. Yes,
she would be fine. And he hugged her tighter. He was rather amazed at how
perfectly her small, slim body fit against his. She felt wonderful in his
arms.
        And he knew in that instance this was it. This moment was what he
had
so desperately fought against. Holding her, touching her, losing himself
in her. He knew that she deserved someone better, someone who wouldn’t
hurt her the way he had done on so many occasions. Thus, he had hardened
himself against her. He had done everything possible to make her dislike
him. And in this moment it was all undone. The feel of her body against
his, her soft breath fanning his neck, the smell of her hair, everything
that was Misao. Unraveled. He had known all along that he wouldn’t be
able to resist her when the time came. And that was why he had made sure
that the time would never come. But it did. Upon a night black as pitch
and twice as frigid.
        She was okay now. The danger was over. He didn’t need to hold her,
to
stroke her. But he couldn’t let go. She felt so perfect, so good in his
arms. Like hot silk and sweet sakura petals. Only a few more minutes. A
few more moments of stolen time and then he would say good-buy. Forever.
She was not his to have.
        He buried his face into her hair. “I love you Misao,” he whispered.
“So much.” Gently, so as not to wake her he carefully extracted his arms and
legs from hers. Then he leaned down and kissed her lips. “My precious.”

                   *************************************

         Misao was having the most delicious Aoshi dream she ever had. Well,
to be truthful she had had many delicious dreams of Aoshi but this one felt
so real. She was on fire and he was holding her tightly, as if he loved
her. He stroked her cheek and kissed her. It was the sweetest thing she
had ever felt. And it was so real, so sharp.
        Her eyes fluttered open. There was so much darkness but she could
make
out his face, cast in the shadows. He was so close. But how could that
be? It had been a dream, hadn’t it?
        “My precious.”
        Her eyes widened at the sound of his deep, hushed voice. It washed
over her, consuming her more poignantly than his kiss. It hadn’t been a
dream. This was real. This was all her hopes and dreams. Everything
wrapped up in this one moment. Time was suspended on a sliver of glass.
        He moved away from her. Oh no, she wasn’t about to let him go. All
this time...waiting for this crystal-spun moment…She sat up quickly.
        “Aoshi-sama,” she cried, jumping to her feet.
        He didn’t turn around, didn’t even attempt to acknowledge his
actions.
“Go to sleep Misao. Morning is a long way from now.”
        She approached him and then slowly slid her arms around his waist.
She
was more shocked at the boldness of the gesture than he was, but it was
too late to go back now. Pressing herself against his back, she hugged
him tightly.
         He stiffened. “Go to sleep,” he repeated, his voice hoarse.
        She rubbed her cheek against the cold material of his trenchcoat. “I
can’t,” she whispered, softly. “It’s too cold. I can’t sleep knowing
that you have to remain in this cold. The blanket is big enough for both
of us. We can share, can’t we?”
        He pulled away from her. Turning to look at her, he said in that
same
hoarse voice, “Misao, you don’t understand. I-”
        Inwardly she sighed. He was such a fool. It wasn’t going to be easy
getting him to admit that he cared for her. But at least she knew that
he did. That was half the battle. The rest was up to her. And she was
going to make him admit that he loved her or else die trying in this
freezing room. It was all she wanted. Couldn’t he give her that much?
         “Give it up Aoshi-sama,” she interrupted. “I’m freezing and you
are too. So let’s just get some sleep, shall we?” Then she yawned
widely, in a great show of sleepiness. “I’m so tired.”
         He sighed in defeat. Misao smirked as she crawled under the
covers. She may have been tired but she wasn’t going to sleep. And
neither was he. She was going to seduce him and seduce him good.
         That sudden thought surprised her, even more than when she had
hugged him. Seduction? Where had that thought come from? She didn’t know
anything about seduction. Especially with Aoshi. Her face grew red at
the thought of seducing him. What was wrong with her? She was being so
forward. Was it the cold?
        She held her breath as Aoshi slid underneath the blanket. She
was suddenly very scared. He was so much bigger than her. She loved him
very much but seducing him was another thing.
        “I can’t do this,” she thought as he arranged the blanket around
them. “I can’t seduce him. He won’t want me. He-”
        “Are you okay, Misao?” he asked softly, tucked the blanket around
her.
        She nodded, her heart racing at his closeness.
       “Sleep well,” he replied and rolled over, away from her.
       Misao tried to calm herself. She could barely breath. Her heart
was slamming in her chest. It was so loud. Surely Aoshi could hear it.
       Staring up into the darkness, she wondered if things would always
remain this way. She knew that she had to do something but she was
scared. Scared that he would reject her. Again.
      “My precious.” His sweet, soft words came back to her. She smiled.
It would be alright. They both loved each other and were losing because of
fear.
       “Aoshi-sama?” she whispered, her heart beat tripling. She would
have to say it, else they’d both lose.
       “Hm?”
       “Have you ever wanted something so badly but you were afraid to
ask for it? Even though that something was so close to you?”
There was a long silence that stretched into eternity. He wasn’t going
to answer her. He was going to say no. He was going to tell her to go to
sleep. Why had she set herself up for that inevitable rejection? She was
such a fool. One lone tear slid slowly down her cheek.
       “I have wanted many things,” he replied suddenly. His voice was
quiet, with the faintest trace of sadness and perhaps even…regret?
“Things that were never possible. Fear or no fear, I have accepted it.
Accepted what can never be. And there are many things that can never be.
You and I both know that Misao.”
       His words made her heart ache. She loved him too much in that
silent moment. Loved him for answering her and for being truthful.
“But what if I can’t accept it?” She moved closer to him and cautiously
laid her head on his arm. Her tears splashed onto his coat.
       “Misao,” he whispered, turning around. He gently pushed her away
from him.
       “Will you always push me away?” she whispered, brokenly. “Will
you always-” she broke off, unable to stop the tears; unable to stop the
pain.
        He murmured her name. “Don’t cry. Not for me, Misao.” Then,
because he couldn’t help himself, he cupped her face in his hands and
tenderly began to wipe away her tears. “Your tears are too precious to
waste on me,” he whispered.
        Misao couldn’t bear it. He was touching her, stroking her tears
away. His words and his gestures were too much; so achingly sweet. It
all overcame her.
       With a soft cry, she flung herself into his arms and wrapped her
arms around his neck. Then because she could do nothing else, she sobbed
against his neck.
       He held her tightly to him, as if wanting to absorb her anguish,
her soul in that glacial night. He stroked her hair, closing his eyes
against the throbbing pain that he felt. He had done this to her. Hurt
the one he loved the most. The one who he was afraid to love. Misao. And
now she was sobbing in his arms. Seeking comfort from her tormenter,
from the one who had injured her time and time again. She was so
selfless, so forgiving. She was everything that he was not.
       “Misao,” he breathed. “Don’t cry. Please, not for me. It’s
tearing me apart...”
       She gasped, her breath caught in her throat. She was tearing him
apart? This man who was made from the very ice that blew into the night?
No that couldn’t be...
       “Aoshi-sama,” she choked, trying to stop crying. She didn’t want
to hurt him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. After everything you’ve been
through...I’m still hurting you. I’m so selfish. I-”
        He pulled her tighter against him. He couldn’t bear her blaming
herself. Afterall he had done to her and now she was harshly
reprimanding herself.
        He put a finger against her lips, feeling how soft they were.
She stopped and looked at him, her eyes shining with tears in the dark
of the night. Then, because he couldn’t say what he felt he did the only
thing he could. He kissed her.
        Misao gasped at the touch of his mouth against hers. He knew
that he had shocked her but he didn’t pull away, couldn’t pull away. His
mouth brushed at hers, gently at first but then demanding, insisting
until her lips parted. His tongue plunged into her mouth, showing her
with actions that she was his.
       Aoshi couldn’t believe how good she tasted. If he had known, then
he would have kissed her long ago. He understood that he should pull
away. Every bit of reason told him to let her go. She deserved so much
more than him.
       He had always prided himself on being a strong man. A man who
knew where and when to draw the line. A man who didn’t let something as
petty as emotions get in the way. But the minute Misao hesitantly
touched her tongue against his, he knew he was gone. He couldn’t let her
go. No, she was his forever.
       Pushing her roughly onto her back, he kissed her harder and
deeper. Something inside of him was being cut lose. All the emotions
that he had kept within him were pouring out. He couldn’t control
himself. Not this time.
        “Misao,” he groaned, frantically pulling her top apart. He was
unable to wait. The need to touch her, to make her his was too great.
         She gasped loudly as he began to kiss her neck, his hands
touching her everywhere. This was unlike anything she had ever felt.
Even in her dreams...it was terrifying and yet so right. It was Aoshi.
Her Aoshi-sama. He was responding to her at last. The way he kissed her,
the way his hands were all over her body...surely that meant he loved
her didn’t it?
          Misao moaned and began to push his clothing off. She wanted to
touch him the way he was touching her and make him feel everything she
was. The need to please him was overwhelming and she hurriedly tore at
his clothes. At last her hands felt his bare skin. She slid her hands
over his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles.
         He shuddered and groaned, kissing her harder and deeper.
“You’re mine,” he hissed gruffly, his dark eyes glinting above her as he
slid his body between her. “Do you understand?”
         She nodded unable to breathe as he stripped away the rest of
her clothing. Clinging to him, she arched her body against his and
kissed him with her whole soul.
         And on that cold, dark night, when the shrill wind screamed
like the dead and the snow swirled in mists of frosted ice, a fire
raged, scorching hot. The one made of ice had finally melted.

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      Misao woke up, wholly disorientated. She was warm and pressed
up against something hard. Where was she? What had happened?
Blinking, she stared up into Aoshi’s deep blue eyes. Aoshi? What was he
doing here? Aoshi. Like a rush of icy water, everything came back to
her. The events of last night when they had...when they had...oh god.
       Her face flooded with color. She tried to pull away from him but
he held her firmly. She couldn’t look at him. All the things they had
done...all the things she had said to him.
        An awkward silence filled the air. What was he thinking? Did he
hate her? Would he go back to his old self? She couldn’t bear not
knowing any longer.
       “A-A-Aoshi-sama?” she stuttered, risking a peek up at him. “Last
night was a...um...d-d-d-dream, wasn’t i-it?”
        He cleared his throat and looked down pointedly. Her bare chest
was crushed against his.
       Her face turned from bright red to white. Yanking up the blanket
to her chin, she turned and buried her face into the floor. Then,
because she didn’t know what else to do, she began to babble like a
little child.
“Ohmygodohmygodhowdidthishappenwhythehellwasthereonlyoneblanket-” she
abruptly broke off when she felt his hand gently stroke her back.
       “Was it that bad?” he asked in a low voice.
        Misao whirled around to face him. His face was expressionless
but there was a distinctive sparkle in his eyes. She could not speak.
        He bent his head and kissed her so softly, as if she was made
from glass. Then he ran his callused fingers down her cheek and looked
deeply into her eyes.
        She gulped. “It wasn’t that bad,” she choked out, completely
mortified.
        He raised an eyebrow. “From all the yelling you were doing last
night, I’d say you enjoyed it quite a bit. You did beg quite a bit Misao.”
        “Aoshi-sama,” she shrieked, turning red in an instant. She
couldn’t believe this. Was he...teasing her?
        To her surprise, he gathered her into his arms and buried his
face into her hair. “Did I hurt you, Misao? I know that I was not as
gentle as I should have been but I was unable to wait.”
        “I’m alright,” she gasped, stunned. She still was unable to
believe that conversation was for real. This wasn’t Aoshi. It had to be
an imposter.
       “Do you know that in all the years that I’ve known you, I never
seen you with your hair down?” he asked in a solemn tone of voice.
         What the...“Aoshi-sama?” she cried. “Are you feeling okay? The
cold didn’t affect your brain last night, did it?
         “You affected me last night,” he said huskily. “Wear your hair
down today, okay?”
          Misao nodded, her throat having suddenly closed. She couldn’t
get over this change in Aoshi. He was teasing her and touching her and
saying sweet things...yes this obviously was an imposter. But then
again, maybe...just maybe this was real. She had hoped for so long.
There wasn’t a time that she could remember where she didn’t love him.
All her memories began with him. Could this be real? Dare she hope? So
many rejections but all his actions now and last night. All the things
he had done to her and all the feelings he had made her feel. Surely
that all had meant something. She had to find out.
        In a tiny voice she said his name.
       “Hmm?” he answered, as he began to kiss her neck.
        She breathed sharply, her heart beginning to pound. How could
one simple touch make her entire body shiver and quiver? “I love you,”
she unthinkingly blurted out.
      There was a silence. “Fool fool fool,” she raged at herself. “What
the hell did you say that for?” She closed her eyes, mortified.
       Aoshi stopped kissing her and propped himself up on his elbows.
“Look at me,” he ordered in a low voice.
       She obeyed. His face seemed carved out of stone. She bit her lip
and yelled at herself some more. Why did she always have to botch things up?
        His finger traced her lip, gently pushing teeth from her bottom
lip. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Then to her astonishment, he
smiled.
       Misao stared up at him with huge blue eyes. Were her eyes playing
tricks on her?
        “I love you too, my ninja girl,” he said smiling softly. “I have
for quite sometime. I never knew that it would be so easy to say.” He
caressed her face. “Can you ever forgive me, Misao? For being the cause
of all your pain? I know that you deserve better but last night I just
couldn’t-”
        With trembling fingers she reached up and placed them on his
lips. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Her eyes filled with tears.
“Everything I’ve done has been for you. Baka. Aoshi-sama no baka.”
       “I know,” he replied, wiping her tears away. “I can’t bare to see
you cry, Misao. I’m such a bastard. How can I possibly make amends? How can
I-”
       Misao kissed him. She couldn’t tolerate his harsh self-reproach.
More than anything, she wanted to see him smile. He was so beautiful
when he smiled.
       “If you do what you did last night, I think that be sufficient
amends,” she said in a husky voice, trying to be bold and sexy but
spoiling the effect by blushing profusely and studying Aoshi’s arm with
great interest.
       But to Aoshi her shyness was the most endearing and the most
arousing thing he had ever experience. A great possessive pride welled
up in him. This beautiful, sweet, spirited Ninja girl was his. He may
not have deserved her but there was no way that he was ever going to
give her up now that she was his.
       “I love you so much,” he said fiercely and kissed her roughly.
       She whispered the same when her mouth was finally free.
       And outside the cold snow storm still raged on.

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*Author’s Notes*

AAAAHHHH!!!! Finally this chunk of junk is done and I’ll never have to
gaze upon this blasted thing again. I hate this fic so much but it’s
done and I’m posting it so that we can all have a good laugh over how
stupid this is. I know that Aoshi is OOC big time, but oh well. I
apologize for that. *deena humbly bows*

I really hate this fic and I know that guys will too. It’s so lame and
sappy. I’ll bet that if you wring it out, maple syrup will pour by the
*gallons* So feel free to bash the hell outta this lame fic cause I
already know that it sucks. Hell, I’ll help bash it too.

Oh, and I don’t like writing lemon scenes, so I stopped before things
got too racy. Hope no one minds. And if you do...oh well. This fic is
stupid and cheesy enough with a badly written lemon to go along with it
*gah*
And this is it. No more of this. Me so happy. *deena jumps up and down
while giving dirty looks to the dumbass Aoshi-Misao fic* Stay tuned for
Saitou and Toko...*smirk* Yeah right. Just kidding.

~deena...who apologizes for posting something so lame~

PS-If you're leaving me, can I come too?

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