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Torn Between Two Lovers	By : laichi16 Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 6901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is sole property of Watsuki. I do not make any money/profit off of this story. This is purely fun for me, and possibly the readers.

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Torn Between Two Lovers

Chapter 3

Misao scrubbed the skin on her body for a fifth time as the shower water sprayed out of the showerhead. The water was as hot as she could stand it, and it turned her skin lobster-red.

She washed her womanhood for the eighth time, not with soap suds, but with pure liquid soap. Her womanhood burned from the overdose of soap and scrubbing.

Misao stood under the rushing showerhead with her head low, the tears finally falling out of her eyes and mixed with the water that dripped down her face.

She was hurting, not because of the hot water, or the burning in her womanhood due to the soap.

Misao woke up at 5 am after a dreamless sleep. She tried to sit up, only to be stopped by something a bit heavy on her. She looked down and saw an arm draped across her chest. She trailed the arm up to the owner, and found Aoshi, peacefully asleep next to her.

His arm rested over her as if he fell asleep holding her.

Misao felt her heart break when she saw his peaceful face, and at the same time, felt an odd feeling creep into her stomach, like a stone that grew there as it made her stomach feel heavy.

She needed a shower, something, to get rid of that feeling in her stomach. So she struggled out of Aoshi’s grasp and made her way to the bathroom.

Misao quickly shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself. She quickly looked herself over in the foggy mirror, having to wipe it several time as she inspected her body.

Her nipples were a little pinker, but nothing suspicious, and the rest of her body looked normal. Tears built up in her eyes as she thought of why she was looking herself over.

The hot rendezvous with her manager, Enishi, relieved her but now she was left with feeling horrible with herself.

Misao quickly washed her face from tears, dried her hair as best she could, and slipped into a robe. She opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, which was like walking out of a sauna, walked towards the bed and sat down.

She sat there for a while, not wanting to process thoughts, but tried to keep her mind blank. She closed her eyes when she felt a gentle hand on her back.

“You’re awake early, Misao.” Aoshi softly noted.

“It was a rough sleep last night.” Misao answered softly as she tried to talk through the building lump in her throat.

“I came home later than I planned.”

Misao quickly laid next to Aoshi, and pulled him into a tight embrace, which was nothing for him as far as struggling to breathe due to body strength.

“I’m glad you’re home.” Misao said, tightening her arms around Aoshi’s thick body.

Aoshi hugged her back, but not with the amount of strength Misao put into it. He gently stroked her back with his hand.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Misao did not know how to answer. It was not at all unusual for her to be affectionate towards her boyfriend, but it was somehow different. It was more desperate, almost demanding.

“Yes, I’m alright.” Misao answered without her usual chirpy attitude, and she knew she was not going to convince Aoshi if she remained that way.

Aoshi let Misao’s brooding attitude slide from his thoughts, burying them away deep in his mind. She will recover from whatever ailed her.

It was still early, and Misao was not due for work until eight o’clock, so she drifted off into a light sleep with Aoshi in her arms.

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Misao awoke and looked around the bedroom. Aoshi was not lying on the bed, although his warmth was still there on the mattress.

Misao got dressed like a robot. She did not want to go to work and face Enishi. She felt so uncomfortable just thinking about it.

She came out of the bedroom, fully dressed, and walked out to the kitchen. Aoshi was already sitting down at the table, eating his breakfast.

Misao watched Aoshi eat as he looked over the morning paper, and she felt a feeling in her stomach, like a kick in the gut, followed by the stone in her stomach growing heavier.

Aoshi, sensing he was being watched, looked up at Misao, and she forced a smile, while her voice squeaked, “Good morning.”

Aoshi stared for just a few seconds before replying, “Good morning.”

Misao went to the kitchen, cursing herself for being so obvious. Her boyfriend was probably wondering why she had such a plastic smile on her face.

Misao was very uncharacteristically quiet as she picked at her bowl of fruit. She was usually talking to Aoshi a mile a minute, even if it was the most mundane subject in the world. Yet, the stone in her stomach would not allow her to eat, and she couldn’t be happy with the heaviness in her heart.

Aoshi’s impassive face stared at Misao as she ate only a few pieces of her fruit, and picked at the rest. She never looked up from her bowl, and her face looked gloomy; very, very unusual for her.

Suddenly aware of the time, Aoshi stood up so he could go to work. He brushed passed Misao, and she suddenly jumped up into his arms, her skirt lifted up her legs, and she kissed him, hard. Her arms wrapped around him, held him tight, and he held her gently as she kissed him.

When she broke the kiss, Misao laid her forehead on Aoshi’s shoulder and whispered, “I love you.”

Aoshi was bewildered, but his face did not expose any such emotion. He nodded once, his way of responding to Misao’s endearment. She knew what he meant, for she was practically the only woman in the world who could put up with his silent impassive nature.

Misao kissed his cheek once and got back down on her feet, her mood more elated, but the heaviness in her stomach and heart were still there.

Aoshi, for a moment, stared at Misao and then turned, and left.

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Misao arrived at the office a few minutes early, since she had nothing better to do at home. At her cubical, she put her purse down, her work bag, took her coat off, and hung it on the back of her chair.

She sat down on said chair and turned her computer on. She held a pen in her hand, supported her head with one hand and tapped the pen with her other hand as she waited for the computer to load.

“Good morning.” A voice behind her.

Misao quickly turned her head and saw the man she dreaded to face.

“Good morning, boss.” Misao greeted, adding “boss” so it would remind both of them where they should stand in any relationship.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Misao.” Enishi said in mocked-hurt.

“What projects do we have today, sir?” Misao asked, not wanting to give up on her distancing herself from him.

“For now, it’s computer work.” Enishi answered. “You know, the usual charting and graphing.”

“I will get on that as soon as my ancient computer loads.”

Enishi nodded, looked around the vacant office before he suddenly bent down and kissed Misao fully on her lips.

Misao was caught since her chair was against her desk, and she couldn’t back it up to separate herself from Enishi. She hit him with fisted hands on his chest as she tried to maneuver her legs to get up.

Her legs got caught with Enishi’s legs and they both went down to the floor, his lips still kissing her. Misao made a muffled protest as tried to get up from under Enishi before anyone saw them, although the office was vacant, save for them.

Enishi released her lips, his face still close to her as he whispered, “Tell me, truthfully, if you were satisfied with last night.”

Misao’s cheeks grew red from her boss’ boldness, but admitted nothing. Inwardly, however, she did admit it was amazing sex. She had not had sex like that with Aoshi in a long while.

Enishi smirked at Misao, somehow knowing she liked it last night. He got up off her, and helped her up.

“We can always do it again, if you want.” Enishi offered to Misao.

“No, I told you last night was the only and last time.”

“If you say so.” Enishi shrugged with that masculine smirk on his face. “If you ever need to do it again, let me know.”

Misao shook her head, but said nothing. She went back to her computer and pulled up the charting program.

During the morning work hours, Enishi was surprisingly professional, and interacted with Misao on a professional level. She liked it like that, though, so it didn’t bother her.

When lunch time rolled around, however, Enishi went to Misao’s cubical and asked, “What would you like for lunch?”

Misao looked up in surprise as she grabbed her purse, ready to leave for lunch.

“No thank you. I’m fine.”

“It’s ‘company buys employees lunch’ day.” Enishi informed her. “We have it every other month.”

“Oh.” Misao said. “Um, I guess I’ll have a bento box.”

“Good choice. I’ll deliver it to the lunch room in a few minutes.”

Misao sat uncomfortably in the lunch room that was just a regular white room with a round table, chairs for five people. It was always awkward for her to sit in a room alone, and especially hard on her when she had to be home alone when Aoshi was gone.

Enishi came in the room a few minutes later, as promised, with the bento box. He sat down across from her.

“Do you have any family?” Enishi asked as they ate.

Misao blinked in surprise, not expecting Enishi to be interested in her personal life. She shook her head.

“No,” she answered. “My friends are all the family I have.”

“The friends we were at the party with?”

“Yes.”

“Did you ever know your family?”

“No.”

“Doesn’t your boyfriend have any family?”

“No,” Misao answered uncomfortably. “Well, um, me…I guess.”

They ate a few moments in silence. Misao shifted in her chair as Enishi ate with ease. She decided to change the subject.

“Is the woman at the party—“

“Tomoe.”

“Yes, Tomoe…Is she your only family?”

“Yes. My mother died when I was young, my father is nowhere to be found, and nee-san raised me by herself. I guess I could call Akira family since he’s my brother-in-law.”

“Are you happy for her?”

“If my sister is happy,” Enishi stated, although his face was dark. “Yes, I can live with it. Nee-san has always been number one in my life.”

“And how many other women have you tried?”

Enishi laughed, a genuine laugh, and Misao couldn’t help but notice how more handsome he was.

“Let’s see,” he started with amusement still obvious. “If I start from the beginning… Norine-san was my first, and my math teacher.”

“Nani???” Misao said, her eyes wide like saucers, her mouth wide open.

“Yes, my senior high school math teacher.” Enishi continued with amusement towards Misao’s blatant shock. “My grade was barely passing one semester. I asked her, after school hours, if there was anything I could do to pull my grade up so I could graduate. She said if I passed the ‘extra credit’ I would pass her class. Well, turned out her ‘extra credit’ was more biology.”

“I can’t believe your teacher!” Misao said, outraged.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“What’s wrong with it?! An adult taking advantage of a child is what’s wrong with it!”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Enishi said after a chuckle. “She was a very beautiful, sexy….married woman that a lot of guys had a thing for. It was very erotic, and I got an A for the class, so I guess I did my extra credit well.”

Misao sighed with a shake of her head.

“Continuing with number two…” Misao said.

“Number two was Tae. We worked at a restaurant together. Number three was her twin sister, Sae.”

“You played both sisters?” Misao asked, her voice dripping with distaste.

“At first, yes, but then when they found out, they were fine with it. I guess they were liberal. Number four is you.”

“Number four WAS me.” Misao corrected.

Enishi smirked and winked at his subordinate before he asked, “How many men have you had?”

“One.” Misao answered, once again uncomfortable.

“I don’t think you were a virgin last night.”

“I mean two.” Misao corrected.

“Your boyfriend and then me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m impressed.” Enishi stated as he looked at his watch. “Most girls can’t keep themselves clean. Well, time for me to get to work.”

Enishi got up, walked towards Misao, and kissed her cheek before he left. Misao closed her eyes and wished that last night never happened.

To Be Continued…
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