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Twish's Note: It was Himura’s wife.
Open-mouthed in shock, Misao goggled at the unexpectedness of it all.

“Damn, but you can run!
It’s
not healthy to make a pregnant woman run that hard, you know? Bad for
the
baby…” The pretty woman smiled at her from the driver’s seat, and
opened the
door locks.

Pregnant?! Is she
demented? There’s no telling bulge anywhere and her
curves are all in the right places!!! Mental…

Misao was still frozen.

“What are you waiting
for?
Kenshin to reach us here? He’s not at all going to be happy, you know…”

That last statement
made Misao
unlock her feet and get in the car. She was still rendered speechless
by the
insanity and the strangeness and the… feeling tears fill her eyes
again, she
screwed them shut and thought that if they found her body drifting in
the river
next morning, she deserved it. What the
hell was she thinking getting into a pseudo-pregnant strange lady’s
car? Or
better yet, in the car of the wife of Aoshi’s enraged partner who could
be
possibly touched in the head?

“Are you alright? I’m
Kaoru
Kamiya-Himura by the way, and you are?”

Misao opened her eyes
again. In
a quavering voice that she hated the minute she heard it come out of
her own
mouth, she muttered, “Misao Makimachi.” Then she yelled, because it WAS
difficult to stay silent when nearly missing a ten-wheeler by an inch.

“HEY!!! YOU’RE GOING TO
KILL US---“

/p>

Misao, shell shocked
for the
third time that day, studied the pretty woman across her who not just
happened
to be the wife of the big boss in their company, she also was the
relative of
the guy she was banging.

You’re in deep shit,
Misao-girl, not only did you piss off one of the
scariest men in your company, his wife also happens to be a
self-proclaimed
suicidal driver who has delusional fantasies about being pregnant, and
just for
kicks, happens to want you to experience the pleasure of her company so
she
could have a friendly chat with you. Not to mention, she’s your lover’s
cousin! You’ve now entered the ninth
region of hell…
And come to think, while you look at your absolute worst, she comes
across like
she just stepped out of a Ralph Lauren ad…

Startled once again,
and this
time by her own vanity, Misao trained her aqua eyes to the blue
concerned ones
across the table giving her time to gather her scattered thoughts.

“Relax, will you? I’m
not
leading you to the stake, for heaven’s sake, you’ve barely said two
words! And
what have you got to lose? I’m assuming virginity is a moot point now…”
Kaoru
let her statement trace off delicately, trying to see if her
lost-cause-of-the-moment would rise to the bait.

“Listen, you…” Misao
growled,
clenching her fists on the table cloth.

“GOOD! I was beginning
to think
I was mistaken for a minute here… I mean, you’re sooo different from
all those
icy bitches that my dear silent cousin used to date.” Kaoru emphasized
her
statement with a loud bang on their table with her hand and a stomp of
her foot,
causing many of the tea shop’s patrons to look their way in surprise.

Misao jumped back in
reflex, a million
thoughts going haywire in her already overdosed emotional complex. “I-
ah… Icy
bitches?”

“Yup, that’s what I
said… Ice
bitches for the Ice block. You don’t know much about Aoshi, do you?”

“N-nuh-No…”

“Figures. We were the
closest
back then, but even so when we were kids, he was always the strong
silent type…
But I owe him one, you know? He introduced me to the love of my life!”
Kaoru
added a hugely bright smile to her statement which reinforced Misao’s
thought
of her being totally whacko.

“Uh…”

Kaoru sighed
dramatically and
raised her hand so they would be served. “You don’t even know that,
huh? But
let’s hear your side of the story first cause I’m pretty sure my
lovelife
wouldn’t matter a single bit to you right now, would it?”

Strangely, Misao
started
warming up to the strange, noisy woman across her. Her affection and
compassion
seemed genuine, for all that she looked like a GAP model for casual
Sundays. So
slowly, word per word, the whole story started trickling out.

-o-

Three hours, 2 packs of
tissues,
3 pastries and 5 cups of black tea later, Kaoru was laughing her head
off. It
was so obvious to her that her cousin finally found his match--- albeit
a
little strangely.

Misao, incensed, huffed
her
displeasure. “What the hell are you laughing at?!”

“You, my cousin, and
the rest
of the world being blind.” Came the sarcastic quip.

Misao, ready to fight,
snapped
the china cup in her fingers.

“Calm down! You should
really
go to anger management or something… I thought I was bad but
evidently--- not!
Oof, that hurt… are you ok, baby no. 4?” Kaoru’s mood changed from all
out
laughter to cooing over her ‘pregnancy’.

Misao, never known much
for
tact, blurted out loud “You’re really pregnant???”

“Of course, what do you
think,
this is all an act? Besides, after having gone through the hell and
heaven of
it three times, I know! I don’t need a doctor to tell me that---
although my
husband did!” Kaoru’s mood rose again to hysterically giggly.

“YOU HAVE THREE KIDS
ALREADY?!”
Misao couldn’t believe it. How could she ever retain her figure?

“Yup, I do.” Kaoru said
simply
with a sweet smile.

“How do you… How old
are you?”

“Twenty six.”

“How do you keep your
figure?”
Misao asked enviously, after seeing Kaoru’s shapely body.

“Kamiya Kasshin Ryu. Old bokken
martial
art style perfected in my family.”

“And how old were you
the first
time you got pregnant?”

pan>

“Nineteen. I also got
married
before then, before you ask.”

“Isn’t that kinda
young? I know
Mr. Himura is edging close to forty, I read it in the company profile,
even if
he doesn’t look it.”

“Really? You think his
age
doesn’t show? I do too!!! But th82178217;s not the point. The point is,
aren’t you
also kinda young for Aoshi?” Kaoru decided to toss the ball back to
Misao’s
court.

Misao fell quiet and
started
rolling the ends of their tablecloth between her fingertips.

“Out of words, dearie?”
Kaoru
asked a little too saccharinely, causing Misao to flare up again.

“Shut up.”
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