From: "Siew Lee, Wong" Hello mina-san... This list has been pretty these days. Anyway, I have just written a lemon (!!!Shocking!!!) and this is all Harumi and Khursten's fault. The A&M ML has been rather crazy nowadays with me having abnormally high hormone levels. BTW, here's the lemon and I intend to make it as a sidestory to the second part of my ongoing Aoshi (if anyone remembers... ^^;) epic. =) This is my first lemon and please, please, please, give comments! I'm rather nervious... I might post the third chapter of 'Embracing the Sword' sometime soon. =) (Ashfae!!! Where are you???) Warning: Graphic sex. Underaged people, please refrain from reading this lemon/adult romance. I'm not responsible for any casualties caused by this fic. Siew Lee yume@hotohori.uhome.net http://hotohori.uhome.net --------------------------------------------------------------------- A Side Story to Dreams in the Dark: Okashira (The Leader) A Rurouni Kenshin fanfic by Yume Kino. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Aoshi looked away, not wanting to have eye contact with Misao. His fists were clutching the ends of his Onmitsu uniform so tightly that the fabric was threatening to tear apart. Misao looked at Aoshi with pursed lips. Tears were waiting to spill from her large eyes as she swallowed painfully. "Aoshi-sama, look at me," Misao commanded, her voice cracked from emotion. No reaction. "Aoshi-sama, I, as the Okashira of the Onmitsu Oniwabanshuu, demand that you look at me at once!" yelled Misao, and slammed her hands on the low table. Reluctantly, Aoshi turned to gaze at her with his cold stare. "What do you want?" asked the man evenly, his voice showing no trace of emotions. Aoshi kept his tone under control, not wanting Misao to hear his true voice. "Aoshi-sama, you have been hiding yourself in a secluded corner of this world for too long! Everyone is worried about you! Okina, Omasu, everyone!" screamed Misao, tears running down her cheeks in rivulets. "You are a coward, Aoshi-sama!" "Don't ever call me a coward," hissed Aoshi suddenly and stood up, his eyes flashing with anger as he tried to keep the raging fire in him under control. "You are a coward! You are a coward! I hate you!" sobbed Misao and stood up also. With long strides, she stood right in front of Aoshi and started banging her fists on his chest. "You are such a selfish coward! You don't have the guts to face reality! You are not fit to be the Okashira..." "Yes... I'm a coward..." whispered Aoshi suddenly and dropped down to his knees. "You are right, Misao... I don't have the guts to face the reality..." mumbled Aoshi, his face pale from Misao's words. *I... I killed Hannya, Beshimi, Hyottoko and Shikijou... They... They died while trying to save me... Misao's right... I am not fit to be the Okashira...* Aoshi squeezed his eyes shut as his memories flashed past in a flurry. His skin still burned where spots of his loyal Onmitsu's blood splattered on him when Kanryuu's machine gun hit them. "Aoshi-sama... You don't qualify to be our Okashira." "Why is that so?" "Because I *am* the Okashira now. I'm the next in line because my grandfather was the Okashira before you." "You are a girl. No female can ever lead a clan." "A girl can perform better than a man." "Fine, but that doesn't give you the scared seat of our clan. You don't have the imperial seal of honor." "What imperial seal of honor?" "The symbol of the Onmitsu Oniwabanshuu's existence." Misao looked at him, dumbfound. "Jiya... Jiya never told me about it..." "No outsiders know we have such a seal. It's a clan secret and we don't disclose it to younger members too," Aoshi turned to look at Misao again. "I'm far more experienced than you are, Misao, and don't ever underestimate me." "What should I do to make you give me the title of the Okashira? I'll do anything." Aoshi blinked once and swallowed. Seeing Misao's innocent face, he turned to face the opened window of his room. Another set of equally painful memories surfaced in his conscious mind. The scent of the sandalwood incense still haunted him... Yes, the old Okashira burned sandalwood incense on his initiation night. Just then, a soft gust of cool night blew into the room, creating a chilly draft. Aoshi fought back the strong urge to throw up as the strong smell of the sandalwood smoke drifted past his nostrils. He always hated the tingling scent of sandalwood. With every whiff he took, it reminded him of his forced initiation by the old man. It made him feel insecure and dirty to be used just like that. Suddenly, Aoshi felt so weak, so powerless. It was a feeling which he hadn't experienced for a long, long time. Aoshi gritted his teeth and turned to face Misao, his eyes fixed on her. "No. You will regret this." "No, I won't." "You will. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't your Okashira at all. "I don't want to hurt you as what our past Okashira did me." "Aoshi-sama, I still want to be Okashira of the Onmitsu Oniwabanshuu..." pleaded Misao, her bright eyes slowly filling up with tears. "I'll prove to you that I can do my job as well as you did. I don't want you to suffer anymore." "Are you sure?" came the answer from the tall man, his eyes widening at Misao's declaration. "Yes, I am willing to take up any challenge which lies in my way upon becoming the next Okashira," whispered Misao and her left hand reached out, clutching one end of Aoshi's long sash. "Tell me, what should I do?" "Well, you need to be initiated first according to our rules," whispered Aoshi softly into her ear, suddenly pulling Misao close to him. Their hot breath mingled exotically and beads of sweat were already rolling down the girl's forehead. The light in Aoshi's eyes flickered hungrily and they studied Misao's facial features closely, making Misao blush in embarrassment. "Aoshi-sama, why are you looking at me like that?" asked Misao in a small voice as Aoshi's hand pulled her even closer to him until their bodies were touching. "Before I became Okashira, I went through lots of torture, including being forced into entertaining people I hate... " began Aoshi and paused to nibble on Misao's earlobe. "Since you want to be the Okashira, I'll give you this honorable title, but you have to do something for me." "What is it?" "Undo your hair now," growled Aoshi and drew an imaginary line across her delicate face in a feather-like touch. His hand reached behind Misao to take hold of her long braid. Curling the end around his index finger, he gazed deeply into her brilliant eyes. "Wh... Why?" "This is part of the ceremony. Now do what I tell you to do," Aoshi said softly and a hand sneaked down to her exposed thighs, fingering them gently with the tips of his fingers. "Aoshi-sama, what are you going to do to me?" Misao asked in a small voice, her innocent eyes gazing straight up into Aoshi's mysterious ones. "I... I... You... You..." "Misao, you are not a young girl now. Besides, this is something you would need to go through in life. I'm just making this simple and easy for you... Don't you want my full attention?" replied Aoshi and touched her softly on the cheeks with his lips. "If you do your job well, I'll entertain you in return," Aoshi whispered in a low tone and breathed in Misao's bodily perfume. The young girl shivered at their bodily contact and a wave of pleasure washed through her body. "Aoshi-sama, I would love to entertain you..." started Misao and looked at Aoshi meaningfully. "If you wanted me to *entertain* you earlier, I would have obliged." Aoshi smirked and with his free hand underneath her knees, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms before laying her gently on a soft futon. "Will you regret being Okashira after this?" he whispered into Misao's ears as his fingers sneaked under her Oniwabanshuu uniform to feel her aroused body. Misao shivered in anticipation and with trembling hands, she wrapped her limbs around Aoshi while her fingers worked frantically at his bow behind him. "Can't wait, ne?" teased Aoshi as he raked his slender digits through Misao's hair, breathing in the soft sweet scent. Bringing his face close to Misao's, he looked deeply into those innocent pools of blue in the girl's eyes. "Looks as if the baby of Onmitsu Oniwabanshuu has finally grown up..." As he said that, he twisted Misao's arms into a comfortable position behind her and held them in a strong grip. So many things had happened since he left Aoiya when he was eighteen. He was a mere teenager when he decided to live and die with four of his most loyal companions, and when he finally returned to his old home, nearly everything had changed. Okina had grown old, Omasu had matured into a beautiful woman while Shirojou and Kurojou had grown up to be fine young men. Aoshi sighed internally. Even Misao had finally grown up, too... Maybe he was away for too long. So long that he didn't have a chance to watch the girl blossom into a beautiful flower. "Aoshi-sama?" inquired Misao as she saw the frown on Aoshi's forehead. She was almost certain that he was... facing some problems. Suddenly, she found Aoshi's lips pressing against hers fiercely, giving his heart and soul to her. Misao was shocked at Aoshi's action, but slowly, she kissed him back with a passion which equaled her Okashira's. Tenderly, Aoshi broke the kiss before pushing himself up with his arms. With his index finger, he traced Misao's cheekbones in rounded contours and tucked a few wisps of her stray hair behind the girl's ear. "I'll show you how wonderful the world of entertaining other people can be..." "I... ah... I..." "What is it? Tell me," commanded Aoshi in a low tone before placing another kiss on her lips. Slowly, he moved down until he was at Misao's waist level. With his teeth, he bit one end of her sash and pulled it free, causing the cloth to lie limply on the girl's body. Tentatively, he placed his hand on the inner fold of her sash. With a single fluid movement, he yanked the belt away and threw it aside. "A... Aoshi-sama... I... I'm not experienced," blurted out Misao and hid her head in Aoshi's shoulder, her face flushing from embarrassment. "I..." "Just do what I say and you'll pass this initiation very easily," assured Aoshi and ripped the front panels of Misao's Oniwabanshuu uniform apart before pulling it off her, revealing a dainty white slip. Seeing her neck exposed, Aoshi bent down to bite the delicate skin there gently, stimulating the excitement which he had harbored in heart for a long period of time. "No fair!" protested Misao loudly as a pleasurable tingle raced down her spine. Misao jerked her arms free from Aoshi's hold and reached behind him once again, her hands gripping the base of Aoshi's sash. "No fair if you don't take off one article of your clothing too." With one tug, Aoshi's sash undid itself and dropped off him. Suddenly, Misao found herself looking at Aoshi's bare chest. *Aoshi-sama... So many scars...* murmured Misao internally as she fingered a long strip of scar tissue. Aoshi sucked in the cool air and proceeded to put a finger across her lips. "Shush, you won't want Okina to know about our little agreement, ne?" "No... No, Jiya would be very upset," whimpered Misao softly and placed her trembling fingers on Aoshi's exposed collarbones. The sensation was cool and wonderful as she heaved herself up and kissed Aoshi gently on his cheek. "Besides, I'm already too old to get married. Who would want an 18 year old bride?" As she finished the sentence, she giggled softly and trailed butterfly kisses on his face. "Now keep quiet and don't giggle. This is supposed to be part of the official ceremony," ordered Aoshi sternly, his hands sneaking down to the flaps of her white slip to undo the knot. "I'll determine whether you pass or fail this time," whispered Aoshi softly. Suddenly, Aoshi stood up and walked away, leaving Misao in a daze. "Aoshi-sama... Wh..." began Misao but before the girl could even finish her sentence, the lights went out. Misao blinked in the darkness, straining to see clearly. There was a full moon in the sky and rays of silver light were streaming into the room through the open window. "Aoshi-sama!" squealed Misao as a warm body came to rest above hers. She felt around her, her sensitive fingers coming in contact with Aoshi's body. She brushed her hand across his chest again, but there were no traces of her Okashira's jacket. "Aoshi-sama, you took off your top?" asked Misao in a soft tone, her voice shaking from excitement. "Now comes the most important part," began a low tone beside her head, making Misao freeze in anticipation. The closeness and Aoshi's bodily warmth radiating from him was almost too much to bear, making Misao reach out to crush herself against her Okashira. "Ahhhhh!" Misao gasped suddenly as a rush of cool air hit her bare skin just moment after the sound of tearing fabric echoed around her. Prying herself free from Aoshi's embrace, she saw herself the remnants of her Onmitsu jacket in tatters lying on edge of the futon. Panic overcame her as she grabbed a blanket to cover herself. Shyly, she stole a peek at Aoshi and saw his eyes dancing with amusement. There was another cold object resting on her bare back. Aoshi's kodachi. The cold blade of the weapon slid dangerously across her skin as Misao shivered involuntarily. "Don't be shy," came a voice, making Misao blush even harder. "Gomen ne, Aoshi-sama," apologized Misao and softly lowered her arms. Aoshi gave a small smile and whispered teasingly, "Still shy? I can guarantee you will be braver after this session." Pushing her down on the futon again, Aoshi gave her a full kiss on her lips, rubbing his bare chest against Misao. The young man growled in delight as Misao let out a soft groan through kiss, causing him to pull away from her. For the first time in ten years, Aoshi studied the girl from head to toe, his pulse racing faster when his eyes and fingers followed the curves on Misao's body. Seeing her shorts were still in place, his hand stopped at the waistband and began dragging a finger across her belly. "Misao, you have a beautiful figure..." praised Aoshi and placed his knees on the sides of Misao's hips, his eyes drinking in the sight of the girl's petite body. "I'm a lucky Okashira to be initiating you..." "Aoshi-sama," moaned Misao, her back arching off the soft bedding as Aoshi's fingers did a fleeting dance on her delicate skin. "Don't..." "I would love to show you more tonight but I would have to blindfold you first," suggested Aoshi and before Misao could protest, the young man took hold of her discarded sash. "You will like this, I assure you," whispered Aoshi and proceeded to wrap the cloth around the girl's eyes. Misao moaned ecstatically at the friction of Aoshi's pants when he moved against her, bringing a silent laugh to the young man. "It's so dark..." whined Misao and her hands reached out to secure their hold on Aoshi. Suddenly, she heard a rustling noise of fabric being handled before a dull thud sounded beside her head. "Aoshi-sama, where are you?" Misao asked in a small voice. "I'm still here," answered a male voice and suddenly, a pair of hands took Misao by her sides and turned before placing her on the hollow of his stomach. Trying peer through the darkness, Misao looked down blindly at Aoshi's face. Misao suppressed a giggle and began stroking Aoshi's chest before leaning even closer to him. Seeing Misao's reaction, he chuckled softly and hooked his fingers on the topmost layer of the girl's shorts. With a flick of his wrists, the article tore. Reaching up to cup Misao's face, Aoshi began to lick her lips, relishing their taste. Another tongue flicked out and touched Aoshi on the lips. Before long, the couple were entwined in a passionate kiss, each asking for more. Suddenly, Misao felt an object rubbing against her bare back. She tried to ignore it but the rubbing sensation was getting more and more intense. "Ahhhhh!!! Aoshi-sama! There's something warm and hard poking at my thigh!!! I think it's..." screamed Misao after pushing Aoshi away and groped around frantically, her hands reaching out blindly before pulling on a long and smooth object. Aoshi groaned and pressed Misao down on her shoulders with his wrists. "Don't ever pull on me like that," growled Aoshi and tore off Misao's blindfold. "Y... You?" Still not satisfied, Misao peered down at the evidence of the raging fire within Aoshi in her hands and saw a part of him. Blushing furiously, she noticed that he was equally naked as she was and her first reaction was to release Aoshi's sex. "Sorry... I... uh... I don't mean..." stumbled Misao, not daring to look at him directly in the eyes. Suddenly, a pair of arms gripped her and shoved her gently onto the futon. "Don't say anything now but I'll make you pay later," started Aoshi before puncturing the sentence with a deep kiss. "Misao, tell me the truth now... Have you been with other men?" "What other men?" asked Misao and looked at him curiously. "C'mon, Misao, tell me. Are you..." "I... You are going to be my first..." whispered Misao and lowered her eyes, blushing prettily. "Your first..." repeated Aoshi softly and gazed into her eyes. "Innocence gone..." "What?" mumbled Misao, as Aoshi's hand gathered her hair at the nape of her neck. "Misao, thank you for giving me this opportunity." Aoshi trailed his warm tongue around Misao's lips and slowly made its way down to her chest, its eager tip sliding over her breasts. Aoshi smiled confidently when Misao let out a loud moan of pleasure. Another hand brushed teasingly against the flesh of her waist and slipped down to her legs, giving her inner thighs a pinch. Misao flinched, feeling the jolt of pain. Aoshi's fingers began to coax her legs to part widely under his probing touch. "Misao, don't scream if you don't want anyone to hear us," Aoshi warned quietly and leaned over to give her a quick kiss. The girl nodded and closed her eyes, anticipating Aoshi's actions. Seeing Misao lying still, he used a finger to graze mischievously between her thighs and gathered some moisture on the tip. Misao responded hungrily and tried to pull on Aoshi's free hand, her brilliant blue eyes pleading for more. Aoshi repeated his actions but only to stop in the middle. "Aoshi-sama..." groaned Misao and bit on her lower lip. "It feels so good... Don't stop..." "Don't worry," pledged Aoshi and began moving his finger in circular motions round the center of her pleasure. Misao gasped in delight and her hands held onto the corners of the futon tightly, her knuckles turning a pale shade of white in the silver rays of the moonlight. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" Misao half-screamed and sucked in the cool air. "Aoshi-sama!" panted Misao breathlessly. Aoshi flashed her a small smile and gave her sensitive nub a flick before driving his finger deep inside her, slowly raising her to the final point of release. Moving in and out of her quickly, Aoshi tentatively slipped a second digit into her. Dabbing at his forehead with the back of his free hand, Aoshi felt himself growing more and more aroused. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he watched Misao's fiery reactions to his foreplay, and his chest was already covered by a thin film of perspiration. "Aoshi-sama... Please..." Misao yelled as softly as 'yelling' permitted and her grip on the edge of the futon was growing stronger and stronger every slow minute which ticked by, waves of intense pleasure washing through her. Suddenly, Aoshi drew his fingers out of her and leaned against Misao again, this time facing her. Using his elbows and knees to support his body weight, he was careful not to crush her. Misao's face was silhouetted by the moonlight, making her look very dainty and fragile. Bringing his slick fingers to his mouth, he lick at them slowly, watching in glee as Misao's eyes widened in amusement. Aoshi brought his face closer to the girl's until their lips were nearly touching. Flicking his tongue, he tasted Misao's lips and ran the tip impishly across her pearly teeth in her slightly opened mouth as Misao's chest heaved from the exertion just moments ago. With his tongue still in her warm mouth, he brought his lips on hers to join them together. Aoshi carefully manipulated his tongue to swirl in Misao's mouth and the girl's came alive by playing a game with his. At last, Aoshi broke free of his kiss and rolled to Misao's side, his blue-gray eyes shutting to take a short break. Determined to make Misao frustrated and anxious, Aoshi decided to ignore her. "Is that all?" asked Misao in a disappointed tone, the gleam in her eyes obviously showing frustration. Reaching over to encircle Aoshi in an intimate embrace, she stroked his chest lovingly. Aoshi didn't answer her but through half-closed eyes, he took note of Misao's silent yearning for his touch. Laughing mentally, Aoshi decided to stay quiet for the moment. Seeing no reaction from Aoshi, Misao got braver and began caressing her Okashira down the sides of his torso, her fingers stopping their gentle touch to massage Aoshi's thighs. Aoshi breathed in deeply and tried to keep his raging passion under control. Suddenly, he felt a delicate pair of hands slide up and down his hardened member. Aoshi's eyes snapped open and looked down. Misao was already straddling his hips with her back facing him with the moonlight clearly highlighting her body shape. Aoshi held back a guttural groan as the girl's hands began to feel him in detail. The young man swallowed another moan by force when a finger traced the head of his engorged sex and stopped at the tip. Just then, the distinct clank of a metal object sounded and Aoshi froze. The flat side of his kodachi was resting on his abdomen, its cold touch sending shivers down Aoshi's nerves. "Don't struggle, Aoshi-sama, I may nick you accidentally..." Misao giggled and turned her attention to his protruding length. Aoshi swallowed and held his breath. "Aoshi-sama, I don't care whether you are listening or not but it's my turn to have some fun," announced the girl and ran her fingers along the underside of his manhood. "Kakkoi... It's even bigger than Kamatari's..." murmured Misao in awe, her fingers caressed the most sensitive part of Aoshi. After touching every single detail of Aoshi, Misao let out a soft giggle when her index finger dabbed at the drop of clear liquid at tip of his lengthened sex. Feeling the wetness between her thumb and index finger, Misao rubbed her bare torso against Aoshi's chest and reached up to smear the sticky substance onto Aoshi's lips and brought the kodachi upwards, placing it near her Okashira's neck. Kissing him, Misao tasted him and liked it immediately. "Aoshi-sama, do you like me?" asked Misao playfully and drew the weapon across Aoshi's collarbone. "Don't forget I'm not stupid... You know how sharp your kodachi is, ne?" "Misao, don't forget I'm your Okashira. I am the one who taught you the Sankatsu Tobikunai technique," answered Aoshi and gazed deeply into Misao's beautiful eyes. "Don't ever underestimate me." "Ahhhhh!!!" shouted Misao and went tumbling off Aoshi, her hand now empty as the sharp weapon sliced through the air neatly and landed harmlessly a few feet away. "Hey, it's unfair!" protested Misao and crossed her arms over her chest, her lips twisted into a pout while her body was on full display. Aoshi sucked in the cool night air as the silver rays highlighted every single detail of Misao's body, sending a tingling feeling down to his sex. At the same time, Misao gazed at his member and giggled. "Aoshi-sama?" "I'm still the Okashira after all," shrugged Aoshi and flashed her a frosty smile. "Besides, your initiation isn't over yet." Upon finishing the sentence, Aoshi lunged at Misao and caught her in his arms. Securing Misao on the futon with his tight grip, Aoshi bent down and whispered into her ears, "I'll show you what the 'real' initiation process really is." "Demo..." Aoshi drew closer and kissed her on the cheeks. "Now just try to wrap your legs around my waist. You will feel more comfortable this way," directed Aoshi calmly, his eyes showing hints of desire thus betraying his unruffled outer control. Slowly, Misao raised her legs and locked them with her ankles on Aoshi's back. "Good..." whispered Aoshi encouragingly and shifted to poise the tip of his member at her entrance. "Misao, am I really your first?" asked Aoshi for the second time that night, his alert eyes searching her face for an answer. "Yes..." "Then this will hurt for a while... I still can call off the initiation if you aren't ready," offered Aoshi, his heart feeling a slight twinge of guilt when he gave Misao a choice. *After all, she is still an innocent girl... Really, I shouldn't do this...* thought Aoshi and braced himself with his arms. He take a deep breath, trying to keep his guard up and not let Misao see how desperate he was to release the sexual tension in him. "Aoshi-sama, don't ever look down at me," Misao said through gritted teeth, trying to contain her yearning for Aoshi to fill the empty space within her. "I'm the present Okashira of the Onmitsu Oniwabanshuu." "Alright, don't scream or anything... I don't want to wake the entire Aoiya up," Aoshi spoke in a low tone and proceeded to kiss her, hoping to muffle any loud screams. Inching forward, he entered Misao cautiously, half afraid to hurt her. Misao squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating hard on every movement Aoshi made. The girl's tender muscles stretched to make place for him and Aoshi was already feeling jolts of ecstasy. *Kami-sama... Misao's telling the truth... No-one has touched her before me,* Aoshi grunted mentally as he continued to make his way through the tight passageway. Misao was already starting to moan lowly through the kiss as her fingernails dug into Aoshi's shoulders, leaving deep crescent- shaped marks. Suddenly, he stopped moving. Time seemed to stop flowing at that moment and there wasn't a single sound around, save for their soft breathing. With a sudden thrust, he drove upwards, taking her virginity. "Waaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" screamed Misao and pulled Aoshi closer to her with her arms. A burning pain shot up her body and she let out another shrill scream before a pair of lips sealed themselves tightly on hers. Gradually, she broke the kiss and sobbed in Aoshi's chest, the pain shaking her feminine frame with tears slipping down her cheeks. "Aoshi-sama... It hurts..." whimpered the girl softly and held Aoshi closer with her arms. . "Shush, Okina would hear us," consoled Aoshi and hugged her back, trying his best to ease the pain she was experiencing. "Misao, it's only for a moment and the pain will go away," whispered the more experienced man and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, waiting for her anguish to ebb. Upon hearing Okina's name, Misao quickly bit her lower lip and looked up at her Okashira. After a few silent moments in Aoshi's arms, she whispered, "Aoshi-sama, I think I'm okay now... The discomfort is subsiding..." "Really? You are a fast healer," said Aoshi in awe and began rocking against her rhythmically, trying to get Misao to move with him. Another burst of contagious giggling floated up his ears and registered faintly in his mind. Keeping his control in check, Aoshi breathed heavily on her, "Misao if you don't stop giggling, you are going to spoil the entire thing and I'll fail you." "This is fun, Aoshi-sama... I can't help it," said Misao breathlessly; her legs wrapping themselves around Aoshi even tighter than before, trying to push him into deeper into her. Moaning incoherently, Aoshi bucked up and crashed into her again, making Misao cry out in ecstasy. Her body throbbing and her mind pounding, the girl began to move with him. Gradually, Misao's conscious began to fade, leaving only the feeling of Aoshi's wild tempo together with his pulsating manhood moving rapidly in her. Squinting her eyes, she tried to focus on Aoshi's face. His eyebrows were met in a deep frown and Misao let out a peal of laugher. *Aoshi-sama looks as if he is doing his paperwork...* Misao thought before pleasure began rippling through her body, causing the muscles within her to contract around him. "Don't giggle," growled Aoshi softly again and groaned, nearly losing his control. Regaining his speed and rhythm, Aoshi continued to satisfy his physical hunger for attention and warmth while Misao ground her lithe body against him, each seeking more joy. The girl winced when Aoshi's mouth found its way to her neck, leaving an imprint of teeth marks on her pale skin. She groaned again, the pain and bliss blurring into a single form. Determined to let Aoshi feel the same, Misao took a firm hold on his back with her fingernails. When another shock of ecstasy shook her, the girl drew her fingers quickly across his bare skin, carving four deep trenches. Aoshi groaned softly and brought his lips down on hers in full force. Suddenly, Aoshi came to a halt above her and held his breath. Then, an unanticipated blast of exhilaration hit them in full force, soaring them to the highest level of joy. Swirling with Aoshi in a huge vortex of blinding colors and pleasure, Misao cried and sobbed with its power as it elevated them into a heaven-like state. Collapsing on top of her with exhaustion, Aoshi sighed contentedly and nuzzled his face against her neck. "Doumo, Misao..." whispered Aoshi and closed his eyes for a rest. Misao acknowledged with a slight nod and embraced him with her arms. Seeing Aoshi's serene expression, Misao smiled wryly and yawned. Slowly nodding off to sleep, a question surfaced in her fuzzy mind. "Aoshi-sama, did I pass the initiation?" asked the girl quietly, her voice trembling. "Why do you ask?" mumbled Aoshi, his mind growing alert. Rolling off Misao, he looked at her sideways, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I was worried I didn't do well enough to please you..." "Yes, you did your very best this time, but you failed anyway," laughed Aoshi and leaned over to give her a small peck on the cheek. "Why?" asked Misao curiously, her heart feeling a strange feeling of relief. "Because you are not going to be the Okashira of the Onmitsu Oniwabanshuu anyway. You are going to be the fiancee of the leader," explained Aoshi and pulled her closer to his body, holding back a snicker when Misao's eyes widened in pure shock. "Huh? Aoshi-sama?" questioned Misao anxiously. "What fiancee?" Aoshi sighed and enclosed her in his protective hug. "I may want a woman to take care of Aoiya one day. By the way, don't call me 'Aoshi-sama' again when there is only the two of us around. I don't like formalities so just call me Aoshi." "Wait, I want another chance! I want another initiation! I... I kinda liked it, Aoshi..." confessed Misao, a crimson shade creeping up to her cheeks. "Aoshi..." repeated Misao, secretly heaving a blissful sigh and reached to brush Aoshi's bangs away from his eyes. She swallowed anxiously, waiting for Aoshi's answer. Besides, she just wanted to be more intimate with the man she admired and loved all these years. "Fine then, I'll give you another chance... When do you want it?" Aoshi gave in after a stony silence and blew his warm breath over her silky hair. A hand reached behind him to dab to the trickling blood from the scratches. Frowning at red stain, he continued, "But promise me, don't ever make me bleed again... The rest will suspect something when one of them changes the bed spread." "Anytime, but not now..." smiled Misao and snuggled closer to his well-developed chest, her face showing obvious signs of fatigue. "You are all I want at this moment and don't ever leave me alone again." At the girl's words, Aoshi felt appreciated and he experienced the peace and serenity which he was trying to find all these years. Tonight, Aoshi had finally released the pent-up emotions in his heart, thus opening his mind to a wider perspective. He sighed internally, his hand stroking Misao's long tresses lovingly. *Ai shite, Misao,* whispered the young man softly and cradled the girl in his arms. He owed all of this to Misao. Aoshi smiled softly and pulled the blanket from the foot of the futon before covering the both of them with it. Drifting off to sleep, the pair lay entwined in each other's arm, each trying to find more warmth. For the first time in years, nightmares did not come and go, leaving Aoshi free of burdens and responsibilities. Maybe those deep wounds in his heart would close and heal one day. One day... --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Kurojou, did you hear some strange noises last night?" asked a sleepy voice as two pairs of feet walked along the wooden floor planks of the long corridor. "So it wasn't just me who heard those soft moans and groans... There were even a couple of screams," answered another male voice and yawned. "Do you think the Aoiya is haunted?" Shirojou shrugged and continued walking down the narrow path. "By the way, I wonder if Okashira heard those sounds too," wondered the young man and stopped in front of Aoshi's room. He knocked softly on Aoshi's sliding door with his knuckles and waited. No response. He knocked again, this time with Kurojou looking curiously, as if trying to see through the white paper. "Okashira?" he called out softly. Normally, by this time, Aoshi would have woke up and gone downstairs to have breakfast. "Hey, what are the two of you doing here?" asked a voice behind them and the duo looked around in shock. "Omasu, it's you," sighed Kurojou in pure relief. "I thought it was Okina. Anyway, we are just trying to call Okashira for his breakfast." "Heh! Don't worry about Okina. He was drunk yesterday night and he is still sleeping peacefully," retorted Omasu and placed the bucket of dirty laundry on the floor with a soft thud. "Okashira isn't up yet? That's strange." Suddenly, a throat was cleared and the three of them gazed straight into Aoshi's solemn face. "Ah, Okashira, it's you... Ohayo," greeted Omasu politely before a shrill voice rang out. "Aoshi! Remember, my clothes are on the topmost shelf!" Aoshi froze on the spot, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead slowly. Ignoring those dazed looks he received, he quickly turned around and strode towards Misao's quarters. "Did you hear what I heard?" began Kurojou in a whisper. "H... Hai... Misao-chan is asking Okashira to bring over her clothes," answered Omasu, her hands already shaking. "I hope Okashira won't mind if we take a peek into his room..." suggested Shirojou and pointed at the small gap between the door frame and sliding entrance. Carefully, the trio looked into the room. "Kami-sama... It's a mess..." commented Shirojou, his eyes glaring at the strewn pieces of torn fabric lying around. "Look! Misao-chan's there in Okashira's bedding!" exclaimed Kurojou, his eyes fixed on the female figure resting under a thick blanket. "Wrong, it's a 'naked' Misao-chan," corrected Omasu, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Misao's exposed shoulder. She sniffed at the air softly and detected a soft and tingling smell. The smell of sex. "Kurojou, Shirojou, let's leave them alone," said Omasu and sighed happily. "Misao-chan's a grown girl now." "How do you know?" Omasu flashed a small smile and picked up her laundry bucket again. "Things can be strange sometimes." When Shirojou and Kurojou were out of earshot, a tear slipped past Omasu's eye. Quickly, she dabbed it away and regained her composure. *Okashira, you have finally made your choice...* Another tear rolled down and landed quietly on the wooden floor planks. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright reserved 1999, 2000 Yume Kino. All standard Rurouni Kenshin disclaimers apply to this fanfic. Author's notes: I know the ending is a cliffhanger with Omasu crying but please don't ask me for any spoilers. I have the entire story planned out already and I really want to keep the secret for a while. Credits go to Kaguya, Harumi, Khursten and the 'Aoshi is a sex machine' gumi. =) Siew Lee E-mail: yume@hotohori.uhome.net URL: http://hotohori.uhome.net UIN: #14025577 --------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Love exchanging opinions with others? Try ZOOMERANG -- the best way to do surveys & info gathering online. 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