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Chapter List
- 8
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Twish's Note: CHAPTER EIGHT!!! And no, its still
not finished... I have a dozen other scenarios in mind for the poor, belaguered
unfortunate lovers yet. So hang on, dear people, lovely, lovely readers (for
both AFF and Mediaminer), lovely and sweet friends, The Shinobi Group, and great
reviewers (you all know who you are!!!!!)... I'm so excited about this update...
I think so far its rather dramatic, and the best read yet (or so one of my
friends who test it out for me says... )

I love fan fiction!

Please, Please, Please, be of age,
this is rather on the steamy side towards the end and if you let your mothers
read the language they may be tempted to wash your pc's out...

PS. If there is a similarity with
other fanfictions, i deeply apologize, I found my first flame (if it was one) in my email a week ago saying that
I plagiarized off someone else's. Believe me, it was never intended. Besides,
just how many times can one reinvent sexual scenarios? Obviously something will
be rather similar... Anyway enough arguing, lets just read and enjoy all
different forms of fan fiction!

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin and all characters
are never to be mine, and i will be cursed into an anime and manga-less hell if
i do... eeek!

Internal
Affairs

Chapter 8 � Monday Emails Never
Solved Anything

It�s ten o�clock. Where in shitty
hell is she?!!!

Aoshi�s tumultuous inner thoughts
were hidden beneath his icy glare. Oh sure, he was snapping at everyone in his
frightening cold way, but surely it had nothing to do with the volatile
situation that he was caught on the weekend by his business partner and cousin
fucking his secretary�s brains out.

Ha, and monkeys fly out of
Kenshin�s tight ass with bananas in their hand.

Kenshin was persona non grata in
his inner sanctum that day.

He rued the day he introduced him
to his cousin. Who the hell did he think he was, going to his home uninvited and
springing spectacularly disastrous information on him that acted better as a
killer than a bullet shot straight at his heart?!!!

Apparently, a lonely Sunday�s
night did nothing for the mood except make very vivid descriptions and phrases
to curse one�s self with. No tea, green, red, black or otherwise could keep him
from rolling the fact that Misao was untouchable. Especially to him. Damn
business and the politics involved!

Damn, damn, fucking hell
DAMN!!!

He hadn�t noticed his sturdy tea
cup that Kaoru made for him in her pottery class during her college days had
shattered in his hand, blood dripping from his immaculate hands staining
documents that he worked his ass out for during his five, no, FOUR day business
trip.

�Mr. Shinomori, are you feeling
alright?� A female voice broke his reverie.

Determined steel cold eyes looked
up at a busty brunette. His left eyebrow quirked in irritation and question at
her invading presence.

�Ms. Omasu. What fascinating news
from the HR department have you come to bring me?� Aoshi asked, voice lowering
the temperature significantly and dripping icicles around the
atmosphere.

He feared the worst. Somehow,
somewhere, this had something to do with Misao.

Omasu shivered and took three
steps back. She had never seen Mr. Shinomori like this. Previous fantasies about
him taking an interest in her dissolved as she observed his blue eyes watching
her every move she made with cutting intensity. Although he was quite the
business shark with other he was always unflaggingly polite with everyone.
Unless they did something that merited heights of stupidity and incompetence.
Then whoever the unfortunate miscreant was would be asked quietly to pack their
things and leave with security escort. But that happened only to his
secretaries. Am I about to lose my job?! What the heck did I
do?!

Mustering up her courage, she
crossed the path to his imposing chrome and glass desk and laid a piece of paper
on his desk.

�Ah, your hand�� She
began.

�Out with it and make it short.�
Came the acerbic reply, his voice bordering on icy rage.

Omasu�s hand flew to her throat
and after clearing her throat, she began promptly. �Apparently, Ms. Makimachi
decided to resign for personal �unresolved� reasons and take two weeks notice in
absentia until her resignation date. I only received the missive ten minutes ago
as I checked my email. I thought I would inform you first before I file a copy
for reference.�

She took a deep breath and
retreated to her former position, cringing a little. Misao, was, well, a little
too cheerful, but it was too bad that she was going to be a statistic, one among
the many secretaries that could not handle the pressure of the professional Ice
Block.

�Aa. Thank you. You may leave.�
Omasu immediately turned tail and fled, with Aoshi�s eyes never leaving her
hasty retreating form before daring to look at the demandingly pristine piece of
paper left on his day timer.

He scanned it, then crumpled the
offending piece of shit in his hand.

He still never noticed that his
hand was still bleeding freely.

-o-

One week, 2 days
later.

Misao was a mess. It was a stark
contrast to see her disheveled form sitting deathly quiet, catatonic like on a
neat, crisp sofa in her living room. She had not eaten much, making her already
slender frame even more fragile looking than it was. Unanswered messages from a
worried Kaoru and her Jiya sat on her answering machine, the last one blinking a
furious red as it was from Kaoru saying she would break down her door and shake
her silly if she didn�t update her on what was happening
soon.

Nothing helped, not her dildo, not
her kunai hobbies, not even her little independent cat that had been a gift from
Beshimi, her grandfather�s right hand man, which took up permanent residence at
her ankles. Her movements were slow and robotic, doing only the bare minimum
functions of living. All the life had been sucked out of her and she did nothing
much but cry silently, all her sobs dying away and leaving tears
behind.

This was how genki girls got
depressed.

Why?! Why did I listen to Kaoru
the Pregnant Psycho and send him a childish, cowardly resignation email via
another department just to see if it would get a rise out of HIM? Not to
mention, give her my phone number?!! I should have known Aoshi would never come
after the likes of me. Liar extraordinaire, rich little girl slut on call daring
to touch the flames. Shame on you, Misao, for being such a horny midget bitch
that never thinks about the consequences.

A fucking email, for heaven�s
sake!!!!

He was a good fuck, though. Too
bad he took my heart along with my pussy.

Misao smiled almost insanely at
her last thought, her face a macabre vision of tear streaks, unbrushed hair
strands and upturned mouth corners.

Softly, her cat mewed in distress
at her mistress� unmoving feet.

-o-

Running, stumbling down to a dark
hallway that opened to chasms down below�

Her pounding feet echoed itself in
a million different ways, falling down exactly when a male voice yelled�
�MISAO!!!!! MIII----�

Misao awoke with a start in the
middle of the night, realizing she had fallen asleep in the same position she
was in earlier that afternoon. She also discovered that the pounding noise was
no dream, it was real; it was someone pounding the hell out of the door of her
flat, accompanied by a deep, familiar voice yelling her name loud enough for
several countries to hear.

Should she dare to
hope�

She flew to the door, her body
reacting oppositely to what her brain was screeching to her better senses and
yanked it open, not caring that all she had on was an old, short, flimsy robe
ready to fall apart at the seams.

Seconds, minutes passed as they
stared at each other, Aoshi leaning heavily on her doorframe heaving alcohol
smelling breaths as though he had run a marathon drunk and Misao frozen at her
spot on the opposite side of the door, at a loss for
words.

Watching unnoticed and ignored was
the next door neighbor who watched in fascination as long as she can instead of
complaining, as she was about to do. It would be really juicy gossip with the
other unit neighbors for the next morning and she was privy to
it!

Aoshi, just as
uncharacteristically as he had banged on her door, broke the silence first. �How
dare you�� He sneered in rage, and Misao took a few steps back in terror. This
was not at all how she envisioned their reunion at all! Even the neigbor jumped
in surprise at the malice his voice carried.

�How dare you leave me alone with
a fucking email to explain things!!!� He shouted, each word laced with a very
strong scent of alcohol. As he said this, he noticed the unwanted audience so he
strode past Misao inside to the flat and slammed the door closed. Misao stood
rooted to her spot even as he turned to face her.

�Hnh�how---how did you find
muh�mm--me?� She stuttered, hating herself as she did so, at the same time
getting extremely aroused against her very will at the one of the darkest sides
of Aoshi, once again another side she had never seen. How many sides of him
are there? Will I ever see all of them�

Aoshi�s eyes, darkened by passion,
rage, drinking himself drunk for a week and God knows what else, laughed
sarcastically. �That�s a stupid question, Misao-BABY,� he said, stressing the
word. �Don�t you know by now I always get what I want?�

�Ah, eh, well, maybe there�s a
better time and place for this, you�re a little drunk, and I think you should
leave�� Misao�s voice trailed away as she backed herself up some more and felt
the brick wall that divided the foyer from the rest of the room. Her mind shut
down. Shit, shit SHIT!!!

Aoshi smiled a feral and
frightening smile at her.

�Drunk?! DRUNK?! You think
this is drunk?! You haven�t seen out of their minds insanely angry DRUNK yet,
BABY!!!�

Misao sank to her knees silently
as they gave way. �Please, Aoshi, please, leave. Let�s talk tomorrow�� she
whispered brokenly, knowing that he wouldn�t, that he couldn�t. He was beyond
reason.

�Really? Is that what you want, oh
bitch of mine???� He said as he advanced to where she was trapped, his sharp
blue eyes trained on her frightened yet excited aqua ones.

Misao remained silent as unbidden
tears fell from her face, the same time she felt a betraying heat pool low in
her belly. DRAT!!!

Aoshi closed the gap between them
and hoisted her up painfully as he crushed her lips brutally to his, salt from
her tears and the taste of Russian Vodka mixing a heady taste for both of them.
His hand sought under her very roughly, past the robe, past her underwear, and
found her cunt warm and slick and throbbing, as though in response to his
erection that appeared at the ready as soon as he saw her at the
door.

The inner Aoshi sighed a breath of
relief. She still wants me! There is still hope for
us!

Then another sobering thought.
I can�t hurt her.

Shit. What am
I supposed to do now?

As suddenly as he had stormed
inside her place, seeking revenge for the painful days that she cost him the
past week, his anger was replaced by hurt. A hurt that was so encompassing in
guilt, for he nearly took her by force. If she wasn't warm and wet that way, he
wouldn't have known what he would have done next. How much torture did he have
to take, anyway? Didn't she know that after two days, he started drinking vodka
every night instead of tea just to get him through to the next day? That he
lacked sleep, and hallucinated about her so much that it was always a near call
of saving his sharp reputation every time somebody almost caught him unawares?
Self Control, his preferred drug of choice, was no longer available nor
palatable for him. It was now HER.

Slowly, he broke their lips apart
and drew her down his body gently, a stark contrast to his earlier slamming.
Then he put his forehead against hers in mute apology as he whispered, with eyes
closed and his voice nearly silent with emotion, �Don�t you ever, ever leave me
again that way.�

Misao felt, rather than saw, his
change of mood. Tear after tear fell from her eyes, dampening the front of her
robe as she could only hiccup in response. She raised her hand between his neck
and shoulder, and pressed her body even closer to his as a sign that she
understood.

Aoshi�s tense muscles relaxed at
her furtive movements, and hands that started out grabbing her roughly slowed
down to rubbing her shoulders in an effort to calm her
down.

�Shh� shhh� It�s alright, no
matter how pissed I am I will never force you to anything that you don't want to
do again� You have to believe me... I�m so sorry�� his belated self-guilt
diatribe was stopped short by Misao�s finger against his
lips.

�Is this� is this the part where
we kiss and make up?� She asked with a small smile, still teary eyed and her
voice still raspy from her crying.

Aoshi�s shoulders shook as he
chuckled in surprise. Here he was, thinking that she was crying because he
nearly raped her, yet she was aleady over it! He loved how this woman�s mind
worked!

�Aa. But you have to tell me the
way to the bedroom��

***

Misao lay on her side, cradled
protectively by the body and arms of the man she loved and remembered the past
moments of one of the most unequaled bouts of sex that she ever
had.

Aoshi laid her down gently, almost
as if she was a piece of fragile glass. He drew her robe down, baring her to his
eyes, with the utmost slowness, as she tried to remove his shirt without much
success, because she suddenly became all thumbs. He laughed at that, and took
every piece of clothing that he had with record speed that had her nearly
laughing as well. He went back to kneel over her, and kissed, sweetly, devoured
her mouth a little drunkenly, but to her, it was like coming home. There was no
one else on earth who could have a myriad of different tastes yet be uniquely
himself in each one. He sat on his haunches as she watched his hands rove over
her with feather touches, a little pressure here and there, molding her to his
eyes that followed his hands, and that had her immediately writhing and crying
silently with repressed passion. His mouth also started following a path of
their own, first licking at the tears that never seemed to stop coming out of
her eyes. Then, the lips in question started moving down, and she pulsed in
expectation. Even just that heightened her arousal, evidently. They made their
way down to her neck, to top of her left breast. He nibbled in concentric
circles, making sure that each bite was laved tenderly with his tongue to soothe
the sting, not that it needed it. It was here where it lingered, making sure
that each globe were well sucked, kissed and bitten, pulling at her nipples
gently, knowing that this could make her arch back even more into his mouth,
then nibbled their way down to her navel. There, hands that stroking and parting
her inner thighs slowly found there way to her center, fingering maddeningly,
making them wet and slick with her honey as she came and panted her way through
on them, bucking her hips in response to the slow torture. But it was not the
end yet, apparently because they wouldn't quit delving inside hidden folds,
stretching, mimicking his tongue as it plunged in and out of her belly button.
Then, both were completely stopped abruptly. She whimpered, not seeing anything
anymore but just feeling, though the absence of feeling lasted only for a moment
as her hips were brought up high and his warm tongue completely covered her and
drew its way up, down, forward and backward, over and under in her slit. He
would not stop even as the first lick forced cries out of her in pleasure, and
kept on crying and screaming until finally, she felt a long shaft heavy inside
her the same time that his lips covered in her dew met hers and made her taste
herself, and plunged in and out erotically, synchronized with the rocking of
their sweat drenched bodies. In and out, In and out. Thrust and pull, Arch and
tighten. Nothing else existed. The whole world closed down until they were only
a man, a woman, and a simple bedspread that witnessed one of the most
indescribably highest climaxes and orgasms ever to be
enacted.

Misao drew back to reality. She
took the hands responsible for everything she felt that night and kissed them,
noting that one was riddled with many scars. Where did he get that?, she wondered. She
shook her head and started kissing each scar one by one and felt Aoshi smile in
his sleep at the back of her head. She sighed. She really did love him. And she
knew that he loved her too, although she knew, now was not the time to make him
reveal it. Suffice to say that it was too much, too soon, even if he finally
admitted that he could not bear being without her. A declaration was just too
much to ask. Misao�s mood took a slight downward turn as she tried thinking
about when that would happen. But she just typically shook her thoughts that
were encroaching on depressing and focused on a way she could repay him for the
unbelievable way he made sure that she had her own pleasure first before his,
again and again.

Sloiwly, she turned, their
naked bodies touching, and pushed him lightly to his back. Aoshi simply grunted
and complied easily, sleeping peacefully and his thoughts occupied by pleasant
dreams for the first time since she left. He only grunted a little as she
started kissing him over his chest... on his belly, until finally something slid
him over carefully to the realm of consciousness.

That was why as dawn was breaking
over the horizon, Aoshi opened his eyes up to one of his favorite Misao
fantasies� a naked Misao bent over in a kneeling position with her ass in the
air over his crotch while her mouth giving him a mind blowing blow
job�

Aoshi was very, very happily
awake.

-o-

Across the city, a well respected
gentleman stood outside the Aoiya Mansion and was received for tea. His reason
for calling? Misao Makimachi�s hand in marriage.
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