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
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A Side Story to Dreams in the Dark:
Okashira (The Leader)
A Rurouni Kenshin fanfic by Yume Kino.
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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...
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"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.
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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
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