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Twish's Note: Yes, I am back to
writing... Yes, it is chapter 9... I am so sorry it tooks me
soooooooooooo long to update, was busy for a long time travelling then
I was stuck in a rut. Many thanks to my loyal, loyal readers who keep
on sending messages in bottle to where i am mired in a deep writer's
block, rut, whatever that we call that black hole where all the ideas
go... To the media miners, shinobi and dear, dear friends (particularly
ones like Tsuki-san who dearly love to e-kick my butt with well placed
comments in their notes...)... thanks for the steady notes ;)

But i still love fan
fiction!

Please, Please, Please,
be of age, although there is more drama than lemons, the whole story is
rather adult in content. ;)

PS. Again, If
there is a
similarity with other fanfictions, i deeply apologize.

Disclaimer:
Rurouni
Kenshin and all
characters are never to be mine *sob*

Internal Affairs

Chapter 9 – Marriage
Mart’s Top Shelf

“I am not happy about
the
situation either.” An intense golden gaze pierced through the thin waft
of
smoke coming from a lone cigarette.

“Yare yare, we make the
best
out of an old tradition no one thought would be put into effect.” Okina
Makimachi replied. He sighed the sigh of an old man, and prayed that
his
darling Misao would agree to this.

And pigs would sprout
wings.

If only Haijime
Saitou’s
asshole of a father didn’t cock up his toes with a last wish of the old
survival
tradition of combining the last of the Japanese great families with
marriage! And
this is twenty first century America! Damn
creepy bastard, and by all respects, his son was no comforting warm
breeze
either. Okina swallowed back a shudder as he studied the lean, tall man
sitting
across him with the aplomb of a general.

“Well? Done insulting
me in
your head, Makimachi?” Saitou asked abruptly, interpreting correctly
Okina’s
thoughts.

Rude asshole. Okina shifted
uncomfortably but held his
prospective son-in-law’s gaze and cocked an eyebrow. An uneasy tension
hung
over the intricate tea set that was the only barrier between them.

“I will let you know by
morning. I have your card.” Okina was no less abrupt in jumping nimbly
to his
feet and walking away from him.

Saitou smiled to
himself for a while,
admiring the very classy (and very graceful) cut direct that the
Makimachi
patriarch gave him. Old money, he
thought to himself, will never fail to
amuse me. With a final ‘che’ he stood to his feet and made his
leave.

-o-

Aoshi groped with his
eyes
closed for a table that wasn’t where it was supposed to be and fell off
the
bed. Rudely awakened by his hard landing, he opened his eyes to an
unfamiliar
room. It took several seconds before events of the past night came
flooding
back to him. Then he smiled, realizing that the sky must have fallen
today.

He was actually absent
on a
weekday.

But who cares? He got
the best
lay of his life last night… with the woman he loved.

Whoa! Backtrack there
for one minute…

Loved?

Who said anything about
love? Obsessed, maybe. Addicted, possibly so.
But L-O-V-E?!!!

Better get up… you’re
losing it.

He shook his head free
of his
disturbing thoughts and made his way to the bathroom, whistling one of
the many
tunes of elevator music that was in the HS building.

-o-

Misao was happily
making
breakfast at 11am in the
morning, and hearing Aoshi pad his way softly to the bathroom in her
bedroom,
she smiled. It was going to be a beautiful day.

Until it was rudely
interrupted
by the doorbell twenty minutes later.

Damn it! Can I at least
have one day to myself after a decent multiple
orgasm before someone rudely interrupts it?! Her mind screamed,
uncomfortably remembering the scenario in Aoshi’s house just a little
more than
a week ago.

Slapping her kitchen
towel on
the counter and startling her cat out of its nap, she ran to the door,
pulling
on her ratty robe and the first pair of shorts that she found.

Her doorbell pealed the
chimes
of For Elise again irritably as she snagged her foot on the rug, and as
she
prepared to go postal on the unfortunate miscreant---

“Misao-chan! How nice
of you to
check up on you poor, aging grandfather every now and then…”

Misao looked up at her
tall,
elegant grandfather in his pink tie and settled for a sheepish grin.

“I’m very sorry,
Jiya-san, but
ah… er… I’m… company…”

Okina Makimachi smiled
fondly
at her and enfolded her in a big hug. And then swatted her behind.

“How could you let me
worry
like that! Didn’t we agree that you were to check in with me every
Monday
night?! And it’s now Wednesday, of the second damn week you haven’t
CALLED me,
for all I know, you could have been lying dead in a ditch somewhere,
and how do
you think that would make me feel, girly?! I’m getting too old for this
hide
and seek games, damn it!”

Okina swept his way in
without
Misao coming up with a decent rebuttal and continued before she could
catch her
breath. Misao winced at the sharpness of her Jiya’s words. She knew it
was out
of love and concern for her that made him so nagging, and she couldn’t
say
anything about it.

“And here you are,
cooking eggs
and bacon panini without a care in the world---“ Jiya stopped short as
a
glowering, shower damp Aoshi emerged out her bedroom ready to do battle
with
only a short wraparound towel around his waist.

“Aoshi?! WHAT THE HELL
ARE YOU
DOING IN MY MISAO-ANGEL’S BEDROOM?!!!!!”

The whole world stopped
for a
moment on those words.

Aoshi’s icy string of
words
died without ever leaving his mouth. He knew very well who Okina was,
and how
things looked.

Fuck. Damn if my sex
life isn’t jinxed!

The frozen tableau was
so
comical, Misao had to laugh. And laugh hysterically she did, dropping
to her
ass and kicking her legs in the air.

“I fail to see what you
are
laughing about, Misao. This is no laughing matter.” Okina said, his
face going
from angry to grave in a matter of seconds.

This had her sitting up
in
attention. She expected him to tar and feather Aoshi for being there
because he
was her grandfather, but to put on a serious mask like that? This could
only
mean one of two things— 1, family issues. 2, the Aoiya was in trouble.
Personally, Misao preferred the second. Her grandfather could be the
veriest
bitch about family matters.

Meanwhile, Aoshi was
still
waiting for the third degree to rain upon him and his being around.

“I would like to hear
all the
explanations in the world as to why you’re sleeping with Misao,
Shinomori, but
for the moment, put on some clothes and join us in the living room. You
just
may have cost me my life.” Okina said to Aoshi wearily, seeing things
ominously
knowing that now there was somebody else involved. And Okina was very
fond of
Aoshi, and would like nothing more than to see the two of them
together. That
was why he allowed Himura to hire Misao in for Aoshi in secret in the
first
place. On Kenshin’s part, he was at the end of his wits because of the
endless
line of secretaries that Aoshi had fired, and for Okina, because he
knew that
his granddaughter just may be the one to break the icy façade he
gave the
world.

Damn the Saitous to
hell!

-o-

“WHHHHHHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Misao’s cry of anguish
reverberated
in the small living room.

“God or whoever is out
there in
the great divide seemed to have a never ending store of tragedies set
for me,
didn’t he?! Now I have to marry Haijime Saitou?! He gives me the
creeps! Not to
mention, he IS a creep…”

Okina sighed. He knew
Misao
would be this way. He didn’t like any of the Saitou’s himself. But they
were
incremental to his great success when he moved to the United States with nearly nothing in
his
pocket.

“I know. It’s hard, but
I would
have to ask both of you to stop seeing each other starting tomorrow. On
the
plus side, as far as the marriage market is concerned, he’s deemed as
verry top
shelf!” Okina shouted through the raging diatribe of a nearly
incoherent genki.

“Well, so’s Aoshi!
What’s wrong
with him?!”

“So has he proposed to
you?!”

“No, but it’s not
anyone’s
business!!!!”

The self-diatribe
started again
which promptly had him shouting in return.

Finally, Aoshi’s
non-involvement
rule snapped.

“I’m afraid I can’t do
that.”
Aoshi’s soft voice cut through the war of voices between grandfather
and
granddaughter.

Misao looked at him,
frozen in
mid sentence with a desperate sort of hurt look that had him grinding
his teeth
on the edge for what he was about to do.

How could he resist
those big
beautiful sad eyes?

Easy as pie, just don’t
look into them, you’ve done it before.

Right, and just where
were you when I was waking up in the sidewalk of
bars last week over just losing her wonderful self in my bed?

You really don’t have
to marry her, you know.

Yeah, and Okina will
happily pick up a carving knife and cut me in two!

Fuck this. I’m jumping
in.

Damn complicated.

Damn right it is, I’m
starting to have an interesting conversation with
myself!

Okina broke Aoshi’s
reverie as
he sighed again. “I’m afraid there is no way out of it, Aoshi, I like
you and
respect you--- you have proved to me time and time again that your
potential is
stupendous and nothing would make this old man happier than seeing the
two of
you together--- I do presume you are together?” The old man gave him
such a
frigid stare that Aoshi was sure far icier than any he had given. Such
was
family.

“Yes, sir. In fact, we
had just
gotten back together.”

Okina saw the deep
meaningful
glance the two shared and winced. It was going to be harder than he
thought… he
walked in on a reunion, it seemed. Ah to be young! But surely, they
would get
over it in time. Family name and honor was, after all, such a prized
commodity.

“Hmm. I see I’m not
getting
through any of you today. Well, let’s put it this way.
If the Saitou will not stop this engagement,
I cannot break out of it. Such is my word to a man who called it in for
a last
dying wish. If the two of you will still continue, there will be
casualties on
all sides. Haijime will call in his goons and gun for all our heads, I,
of
course, will fight to the bitter end, and I’m pretty sure my
granddaughter will
not back down, I call in my ties to the Yakuza and all the other
multicultural
gangs that have plenty to ride on my businesses, and I assume, so will
you. So
we have a huge war and lose all the businesses we spent our lives
building, not
to mention see friends and family die. Then what? To make it short, if
you
still continue, which looks inevitable, then we are all fucked.”
Okinasaid
bluntly, laying all his cards on the table, desperate to make them see
the
light.

Misao’s mouth formed an
‘o’
during this confession. “You really have ties to the Yakuza?” she asked
softly.

“Yes, Misao-love, I
always
have. It is beneficial for a back-up plan. But are you really planning
to for
all of us to die just for love?”

She started crying
softly.

Aoshi got pissed. He
hated her
crying.

Okina looked from one
to the
other. He could see his Misao giving up, which nearly broke his
composure, but
for all their sakes, he had to be strong. The Makimachis should never
break
down. Aoshi, on the other hand was a whole kettle of fish altogether.
He could
practically see the cogs whirring in the young man’s brain.

“Misao, stop that
yapping, it’s
pissing me off.” Aoshi stood up suddenly, and started pacing the room,
muttering to himself.

There should be a way…

Okina looked at them
impassively, then stood up also, his age very apparent in every
creaking move.
Suddenly, he felt all of his 78 years of life grinding slowly towards
the end.
He really hated seeing his granddaughter like this.

Misao stopped crying,
although
she was still sniffling. There was still some hope, after all.

Aoshi cut his walking
around in
midstep and turned to Okina just as he was reaching for the door knob.

“And what would you,
do, if I
found a way around the engagement that didn’t involve any bloodshed?”
He asked
Okina.

“Then I wish you luck,
son. I’m
getting old and sentimental, and I do treat you and Himura like one of
my own…
I would be extremely happy to see love win in the end, like it did with
Kenshin. I do see marriage in the future if this ends up your way, I
expect?”
Okina asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Of course.” Aoshi
answered
formally with a short bow. Manipulative
son-of-a…

Misao stared at him,
her aqua
eyes huge as saucers at his answer.

Marriage?! Did I hear
MARRIAGE?! O HOLY JOY!!!!

This was definitely red
letter
day for her!

Okina chuckled at his
granddaughters expression. “Misao, I expect you in the manor at 4 in
the
afternoon tomorrow for the mandatory courting period. I know you don’t
like it,
but…” and gave a very gallic shrug as he kissed her on the forehead.

“She is so very young,
isn’t
she? Don’t let any of us down, Aoshi.” was his parting statement to
Aoshi.

Aoshi stared at him in
confusion.

Now, what the fuck did
that mean?!
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