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True Gifts Lemony Fresh Extra	By : Rissa2878 Category: Rurouni Kenshin > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Many times that night, Aoshi had risen to quench Misao’s need, ignoring his own. He sought penance for his necessary violation of her oh-too-willing body by bearing with his unending frustration. The early hours of morning found peace at last for Misao as the last effects of the drugs sunk her into a fathomless sleep, free from the physical onslaught which had claimed her for most of the night.

Aoshi however, was wide awake huddled in the corner. His brow was damp with perspiration from restraint and exertion. He knew he would have to leave soon or face the consequences of his actions when Okon or Omasu found him.

Aoshi gathered his strength and rose from the floor. He paused at the side of Misao’s futon and kissed her on the brow. He undressed her quickly, wrapping her into a smooth, cotton sleeping robe and covered her with a nearby blanket before rising quietly to leave the room.

Pausing to look back at her, he touched his fingers to his lips as he committed the taste and feel of her to memory. Aoshi left then shutting the door behind him, he steeled his mind to once again control his body. When he found Omasu in the kitchen he told her, in hushed tones, of the goings on of the last night, carefully omitting several important facts. When she left him to go take care of Misao, so too had he left for the shrine. If Omasu had noticed anything unusual about Aoshi’s strained appearance she had been smart enough to keep it to herself.

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Aoshi remembered Misao’s face the next morning as he sat next to her bed waiting for her to awaken. She was still as fresh and innocent as she had looked the day before, but the world was beginning to give her the face of a learned woman that even sleep could not hide. Aoshi was also keenly aware of the newfound knowledge he had of her every intimate curve. He tried his best not to look at her and recall the events of the past night.

The package had come soon after he had returned from the shrine, with it was a letter addressed to him from Saitou. He hadn’t really wanted to read it. Aoshi was almost sure that Saitou would be calling him every kind of kind of ahou he could think of, but it didn’t matter. He had silently walked to Misao’s room, refusing the tea Omasu had offered. He had plenty of time to think about the events of the night before, so he waited uncertainly at Misao’s bedside until she awoke.

During those precious moments to himself, he had come to realize that claiming her fully would be futile. He could bring no joy into her life. He had only ever caused her pain and he did not want to hurt her again, she meant too much to him. So he had sealed away his feeling once more, placing a wall around his heart. He wasn’t expecting Misao to take it down again in the minutes to come with barely any effort at all.

She had woken up, reeling from the effects of too much sake and the drugs, a little bit unsure of the happenings of the night before, but still smiling to see him there. He wasn’t sure if the look of surprise on her face was from his presence, or any feeling her body had from last nights experiences.

He had given her the package from Saitou without meeting her eyes, she held it to her chest for the barest of moments before handing it back to him and shyly wishing him a happy birthday. It was the last thing he had expected to hear from her that morning. He hadn’t thought anyone would remember something so insignificant as his birthday, but his unfailing Misao had done so and she had worked with Saitou, whom she hated, in order to get him this precious gift. He was angered and touched by her actions all at once. Aoshi unwrapped the present carefully, dreading and longing to see what was inside.

The contents turned out to be a book of rare sort. It was beautifully bound in brown leather with crisp white pages. Her gift to him was a place for his memories, he swore to himself in that moment that he would fill the book’s pages with his memories of her life, a gift to her in the future, mementos of their time together over the years. If he could not give her a future with himself then he would give her the past, an everlasting reminder in the form of words. Then he had found the plaque.

He hadn’t know he still had the ability to cry, but in the moments after reading it’s inscription he’d felt the tears burning his eyes, even as his guilt began steal over his mind. He blinked them back with all his might as a surge of emotion made his breath catch in his throat.

He’d taken two ragged breaths before he was able to breathe properly once again. Then he had glanced at the sleeping Misao. She sighed once and a small smile lit her features as if she knew his reaction to her present. The corner of Aoshi’s mouth tipped in a wry gesture as he saw the small red mark just behind her ear. Misao had trapped him as well as any rabbit and if he let her, she would most certainly tame him.

Aoshi was surprised that the thought didn’t scare him. He’d hated people who tried to control him all his life, even scorned them. The realization that he’d gladly hand himself over to Misao without a second thought was unsettling to say the least. Rising to his feet, he walked from the room, running from his thoughts.

In his own chamber, Aoshi sat the journal down on his low table along with the small trophy he had claimed from Misao’s thigh the night before. Lying down upon his futon, he settled in for a fitful rest, filled with visions of Misao’s lips against his own, her body rising to meet his touch and the guilt of having stained this innocent, woman-child.

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Since that day Aoshi had been unable to sleep a full night. Always, he woke up in a cold sweat his body trembling and aroused from envisioned fingers skimming over his skin, phantom lips caressing his own. He knew his dreams were unhealthy. After all, Misao was still a young woman, grown up in many ways, but innocent in others.

Grown men like him did not play with children in that manner. He refused to blemish her with his dark imaginings. He’d hidden himself away from her afraid that she would sense the feelings she had awoken in him. Little did he know that Misao’s dreams were an answer to his own.

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That fateful morning she had awoken to a strange sensation. Her body ached all over but it felt good to her. Her weariness felt as if she’d practiced hours of kenpo but the feeling was sensational. It made her toes curl and her nerves tingle. When she’d opened her eyes and found Aoshi waiting her heart had jumped to life, a memory from a dream had come back to her of Aqua eyes baring their soul to her just before his lips seared her.

It had been so real! But she had chased the thought away as he gave her the package. ‘Saitou made good on his word. I hope that lout Takahashi rots in jail. I wonder what he gave me? Aoshi-sama must have found me and brought me home; I should have known he’d catch on to what I was doing. But why does my body feel so good?’ She glanced up at Aoshi from under her lids wondering the answer as she handed him his present.

When she had gone back to sleep her dreams were fraught with desire, with Aoshi’s mouth all over her, his fingers inside of her, Aoshi worshipping her. She woke up with a start, never before in her life had her dreams been like this. Some of the things she was dreaming she hadn't even known were possible.

And there was a strange damp soreness between her legs accompanied by a hollow aching. She had gotten up to pace her room, unable to sleep for fear the dreams would come back. On the floor in the corner she had found one of her kunai deeply embedded in the tatami mat. It was surrounded by one of the garters she had worn the night before. Wincing, she realized that a furious Aoshi was the most likely suspect. He was the only one who would bother to point out her vulnerability and her less than traditional undergarments the night before. The knowledge that he'd seen that much of her exposed made her flush.

She pulled the knife out, grabbing the garter along with it, and rushed toward her chest looking for the rest of the beautiful clothes Takahashi had given her. The under-kimono, kimono, obi and stockings were all there. Even the sapphire necklace and hairpins, but there was only one garter to be found. Misao sat back on her heels and thought about the way Aoshi had refused to meet her eyes that morning.

She pulled back her sleeping robe and looked at her body. She saw the small reddish purple marks instantly, they dotted her breasts and collarbone. She even found one on her upper thigh, right before the cleft between her legs.

She'd seen them before. Okon had come home with more than a few after an arduous date had returned her to the Aoiya late at night. Misao, tentatively touched the sore spot in between her thighs and cried out loud at how sensitive her skin was, the small touch made her shiver and she closed her legs instantly. She didn’t know what had happened to her, she could only guess that she had been assaulted.

It couldn’t have been Takahashi, she’s tied him in triple knots. She’d already heard the bustle of the police raiding the Ageya before she had passed out. There could have only been moments before the police had found her and Saitou had given his word that nothing would happen to her. He might be an asshole, but he was a man who stood by his word.

‘That means…. Aoshi-sama…Aoshi is the only one who could have done this to me…’ Misao didn’t even feel the tears that began to flow down her cheeks. She didn’t know what to feel. Had he been trying to teach her a lesson? In her heart she was happy that it had been Aoshi, the passion and fire she had seen in her dreams had been real. And it had been because of her, but somehow she knew the feeling was incomplete.

Because she loved him…

Because he didn’t love her…

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