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�� He
watched.

�� He�d
been watching her for ages, hadn�t he?� Always
watching, always waiting�

�� Only
that peaceful pastime had been disturbed by a recent visitor to the Aoiya.

�� A
guest�

�� A
merchant�

�� A no one.

��

�� He�d
come in, all bustle and smiles.� He�d
parked himself next to Misao, quite
presumptuously.� The man had ignored or
simply not seen the stares and subtle glances of disapproval that he�d shot at
them and instead chatted and grinned at Misao.

�� Misao was his.

�� His
alone�

�� This
interloper would not be tolerated, Misao would rebuff
him�and he waited and she didn�t.� She
sat patiently, looking tense and anxious as though the next thing out of the
man�s mouth might horribly embarrass her.�
She cut him off trying to direct the conversation.

�� She�d
barely glanced at him, Aoshi, all night.� Instead, her attention had been centered on
the new guest at the Aoiya.

�� But
then� just after dinner was over the man had pulled her aside.� His gaze had been more than suggestive.� His mouth was curved into a lascivious grin and
salacious words he couldn�t hear had slipped past his lips.

�� Aoshi stood back and watched fearful when the man tried to
kiss her.

�� Misao finally reacted shoving her elbow hard into his gut
as she turned.� His breath escaped him in
a deep hiss and Misao slipped past him up the stairs,
muttering curses.

�� He
didn�t know what was going on but he was going to find out.

��

�� Then
he was going to stop it by whatever means necessary�

*�� *�� *�� *

�� Misao smiled thinly, narrowing her eyes at the man beside
her as they walked away from the Aoiya together.� It was a bright day, cheerful almost.� The sky was clear, the sun was bright, and it
was slightly breezy.� The scent of
flowers wafted in the air.�

�� "It's
good to see you again.� How have you
been?" she asked pleasantly, glancing around looking for anyone she might
know, but saw no one.� It was a sea full
of strangers.

�� "Eh,
been better.� I'd be a hell of a lot
better if you joined me, eh?" he cast her a
leering smile and she felt her temper slip.

�� "I'm
glad you remember that."� Her false
smile widened.� "If you don�t
anything precious ripped off, you�ll keep your mouth shut while at the Aoiya and anywhere else.�
All you had better say is: we met while I was in the mountains with Misangi, but you don't know me well, it was a passing kind
of thing.� One word about that night and Misangi says she'll cut your balls off and feed them to
you.� Got it?"

�� He
blinked and nodded.� His face was common
and nondescript, his hair was dark. His eyes were a shade of brown and his figure
was mostly lean, minus the little belly in the
front.� "Got it,
sweets.� No need to be
violent."

�� She
felt her uneasiness lift just the slightest and parted with him at the next
corner despite his overt attempts to keep her at his side.� She didn�t want to be anywhere near the greasy peasant.�
She had been feeling somewhere between creepy and paranoid since the
merchant had first shown up on the Aoiya's
doorstep.��

�� She
never saw Aoshi behind them, watching with
suspicious, narrowed eyes.

*�� *�� *�� *

�� "Who
is he?" Aoshi asked, standing just outside in
the garden.

�� Beyond
the open shoji Okina was reading a recently received
report on Haruda Hiro,
their newest Aoiya guest.� He had been staying there just a little over
two days.� Everyone had been surprised when
the man had claimed to know Misao and his lecherous,
suggestive grin hadn't been lost on anyone.

�� The
indifferent politeness extended to all guests had turned inquisitive and
slightly hostile as they all tried to figure out how the man knew her and to
what degree of intimacy.� The suggestion
the man had made, however subtle, had horrified them all.

�� "He's
an herb merchant, he travels place to place.�
Chances are likely he and Misao did, in fact,
meet in the mountains last year.� She was
up there helping that friend of hers from the Senada
clan."

�� The
Senada Clan had become an ally of the Oniwbanshuu in the past year as they tried to head off a
criminal gang that was using the tactics and methods that might be prescribed
to those of real ninja groups.� The
would-be ninja�s were causing harm to their reputations and they had put aside
their differences while uprooting the local troublemakers.

�� "But
you have no specifics on their interaction there?" Aoshi
pressed, his suspicions would not be dislodged so easily.

�� "One.� A witness
by the name of Sora - claims he saw Haruda and Misao together one
evening, but they were just talking.� He
was walking by, they were standing, he said the confrontation looked unfriendly
and he kept going."

�� "Have
you asked Misao, herself?"

�� "Oh,
yes,� Okina replied.�
"She told me he was just some dirt ball she'd met and it wasn't
important."

�� "But
you don't believe her?"�

�� "I
did," Okina replied, turning to face the younger
man.� "Until you
didn't.� So...
Why is that?"

�� Aoshi looked down to meet Okina�s
eyes.� "You don't see it?"

�� "See
what?"

�� "The
way he looks at her?"

�� Okina blinked.�
"Misao is not a little girl anymore- the
looks she may receive-"

�� "It's
not that kind of look.� It's carnal -
pure lust," the younger man growled, obviously irritated at his own fears.

�� "So
you suspect... Misao had a more intimate relationship
with him?"��

�� "Somehow
they are involved, either he wanted a relationship with her and she refused him
or... "

�� "..."

�� Neither wanted to voice the actual possibility that Misao had had a lover.

�� "But
I intend to find out," Aoshi replied before
stalking off.�

�� He
found his prey walking around the streets of Kyoto, accosting women along the way and
being repulsed by woman after woman.

�� He
hadn't been able to hear what Misao had said to the
man earlier, but he was absolutely certain she'd been threatening him not to
talk.

�� The
look on her face had been beyond telling in that regard.

�� Aoshi walked straight toward him, just in time to see his
latest "companion" all but flee into the crowded streets.

�� "Tough day?"�
��

�� The
man scratched his head and grinned.� "A bit.� I wish I
had a face like yours, women must beg for you to take 'em."� ��

�� Aoshi internally grimaced at the remark.� The man was filth, how dare he touch Misao?

�� How
dare she allow it?!

�� He
cut off the growl.

�� "You
know Misao?"

�� Haruda nodded promptly. Good, the man wasn't going to lie
to him.� "Yeah, we met in the
mountains sometime last year.� Her and that girl friend of hers, Misangi,
although that one was a bitch."

�� "Oh?� Was Misao more accommodating?"

�� He
paused, as though thinking it over.�
"Now that you mention it... No.�
She was just as bitchy.� For a
girl so small, she can really swing a good one; hit me right in the face."

�� Haruda's reply eased Aoshi's
internal angry fires slightly, but he suspected the man was telling him
half-truths.

�� By
now they were reaching a part in the road.�
One way in - the other way out.

�� As
they neared the corner, Aoshi grabbed his collar and
pulled him onto the out road.

�� If
he wasn't going to be honest, Aoshi would just have
to get his answers the old fashioned way.

*�� *�� *�� *

�� "I'm
home!"� Misao
called, as she stepped into the Aoiya bearing
groceries.� Okina
came out of a side room to smile and greet her.�
"Where is everyone?" she asked, noting the quietness of the
place.

�� "Omasu and Okon went to get some
desserts.� Aoshi
left some time ago and the rest of our guests are resting, I believe."

�� Misao nodded.��
"Where did Aoshi-sama go?"

�� "I'm
not certain."�

�� "Oh."

�� She
stepped past him to enter the kitchen and he watched her put the groceries
away.� He followed and watched her.

�� "What?"
she snapped after several minutes of the annoying observation.� "What do you want?"

�� "You're
being honest with us, aren't you?� About that trip last year?"

�� "Yes!� What do you want,
deep, dark confessions of something that never happened?� What do you think I did up there, rob a
bank?"

�� The
old man sighed, looking worn.� "If
this is so, I urge you to speak with Aoshi.� He has some feelings of... uneasiness with
the situation."

�� The
frown of her face grew and deepened.

�� Okina felt his own worries increase.

�� "I
see," she replied tightly.� "I
think I'll go look for him."

*�� *�� *�� *

�� Haruda whimpered.�
"Please let me go, I'll do whatever you want."

�� "All
I want is the truth.� Tell me about Misao."

�� "I
don't know..." the man wailed.�
"What about her?� What?!� WHAT?!"

�� "You
met last year at the mountain..." Aoshi coaxed.

�� "Yes!� She and her friend were looking for an herb,
a special one, real expensive.� I didn't
have it.� I said I could get it.� They agreed."

�� "What
did they agree to?"

�� "Nothing but a high price.� I had to climb a mountain to get that damn
thing, the price was fair."

�� "But
that isn't it, is it?� What are you
leaving out?"

�� "N-nothing."

�� "Wrong answer."��

�� Aoshi raised the hand with the nail and with his hammer in
the other drove it through the back of the man's hand causing him to cry out in
agony.

�� "Try
again."�

�� He
took a shaky breath, his eyes clenched closed, his teeth all but
clattering.� "I-I told them I didn't
have the herb after they refused to pay my price, but they didn't believe
me.� Later that night, they snuck in my
place, trying to rob me.� I caught one,
the little one, Misao; Misangi
was caught by some other called, big, called himself 'Rue' or something.� I told her I changed my mind, if she slept
with me I'd give her the herb free.� She
agreed.� That was it, I swear!"

�� "You
touched her?" Aoshi growled.

�� The
man whimpered, his eyes trained on his bleeding
hand.� His skin was pale and sweat beaded
at his temples.

�� Aoshi curled a hand beneath the man's chin, forcing his
head.��

�� "You
touched Misao?!"�
It was now a lowly, whispered growl.

�� Behind
them, the door rattled open; he could see her shadow along the floor cast in
through the open doorway.

�� "Come
to save your lover?" he hissed at her, without turning around.

�� "Let
him go.�� Her voice held a tiny plea to
it, subtle.

�� "..."� Aoshi listened to
her step forward.��

�� "What's
the point of this stupidity?� Did I ever
ask you about all the people you met with on your travels?" she
snapped, suddenly angry, coming around to be in his line of sight.

�� "None
has ever shown up at the Aoiya."

�� "Coincidence."

�� "Coincidence..."
he repeated lowly, turning on her before she could move.�

�� His
hand slid smoothly around her throat, knocking her straight back against the
wall.� She gasped for breath, despite the
fact he wasn't squeezing.� It was shock
and not pressure that was choking her.

�� Her little hands wrapped around his
wrist.

�� "You
let this dirty thug touch you?�
You let him inside you?"�

�� She
gnashed her teeth at him and he had little doubt she would've bit him with the
look in her eyes.

�� "Shut
up!� It's none of your business!"

�� "You
let him put his seed inside you?" he continued.� "Did he slid his fingers between your
legs and make you ache for him, or did he just force it in you?"

�� The
look in her eyes turned even colder, but instead of worrying him, it only made
him angrier.

�� Pulling
his hand back, he snagged her wrists and pinned them over her head.� While she struggled with him, he reached
around and pulled off her sash.

�� She
gasped as he wound it off her and then tightened it around her held wrists, binding
her securely.�

�� Ignoring
her look of horror, he parted the garment to get at the binding beneath.� He slid his fingers beneath the white strips
of cloth wrapped around her breasts, ripping as much as he could before pushing
it down, watching it coil at her waist in satisfaction.�

�� He
kneeled down, shoving her back against the wall while his mouth slid over one
small breast.�

�� He
popped the crest into his mouth, sucking greedily while he pulled at the tie of
her shorts and slid his hands beneath the waist band, pushing them down her
legs.�

�� He
bit his teeth down on the small, pebbled nipple in his mouth and Misao hissed.�
"Let go!"�

�� He
paid her cry no mind as he reached down to part her resisting legs.� She struggled, the muscles of her thighs taut
against his hands.

�� He
released her breast, licking the little nub before turning his eyes up to her.

�� Her
shimmering blue eyes were shiny with moisture he was hesitant to dub
"tears".�

�� "You
let this man, who is trash, touch you and you would deny me?" he leaned
close, touching his nose to hers.�

�� She
grit her teeth.�
"Stop making comparisons.� He
has nothing to do with you and for the last time, it none of anyone's damn
business!� And
absolutely not *yours*!"

�� He
was both pleased and relieved her defiance remained firmly in place.� He smirked softly at her, eyes narrowed, but
he said nothing.

�� He
turned, maneuvering her to the open floor, kneeling at her bent knees taking
his time in forcing them apart, slowly, watching her eyes burn with angry,
helpless fire as she did so.�

�� He
leaned over, kissing in the inside of her knee before moving up, pressing his
fingers to her womanhood, sliding her open.�
Her body jerked.

�� He
leaned down to slide his tongue against her and she jerked and trembled beneath
him, crying out.� He pressed her lips
open and dragged his tongue along her jewel, relishing her throaty moans and
cries for more.� Her body sang as she
shamelessly pushed her legs wider, perhaps without even knowing it, letting him
taste and burn her skin with his tongue.

�� He
circled her clit, stroking it broadly.�
He felt the tremble and stiffness of her body, her cry of pleasure as he
pushed her over the peak.� Her lips
moistened, slippery wetness seeping out of her and he
pressed his fingers against her, sliding in, feeling her.�

�� She
was tight and hot within, her body warm and welcoming him.� He stretched his fingers inside her, feeling
the internal spasms of her pleasure.� He
watched her as she thrashed her head back and forth, her eyes closed as though
to deny this was happening to her.

�� As though she didn't enjoy it.

�� Had
she forgotten about the man watching her?�
The man he'd so cruelly nailed to the wall?� The man she'd come here to save?

�� He
pulled his fingers back suddenly and her eyes snapped opened.� He reached for the fastenings of his garment;
his cock was hard, twitching inside his clothes.

�� He'd
waited... Waited for her to grow up, denied what he felt, denied he wanted her.

�� Denied
himself everything...

�� And
she'd gone and found herself another lover?�

�� Impatience
and frustration melded with anger.�

�� Aoshi grunted impatiently as he pulled the last fastening
open and leaned over her, pressing her legs wide once more.� He wanted her now.� He wanted to be in her.� To feel her the way
this man watching had felt her.��

�� She
whimpered weakly as he settled himself over her.� Her eyes clenched shut as he pressed against
the entrance of her core.

�� "Aos- ahh!"�

�� She
moaned as he thrust deeply into her, filling her with the single stroke, her
body quivering.

�� He
sat back, lifting her hips up and began to move, letting Haruda
catch every jerk of his hips and every lurch of Misao's
body.�

�� Aoshi took greedily, watching Misao
as she trembled beneath him.� He thrust
and she bounced with her bound hands above her head tied with her own beautiful
ribbon.�

�� She
had closed her eyes again, but her mouth was open, panting... moaning...

��

�� With
a groan he pulled out, his cock slick and wet as he turned her, pressing her
knees to the floor.� She made a
half-hearted motion to escape, crawling a half a step away, but he grabbed her
hips and dragged her back, lifting his cock and pressing his tip against her
nether lips.

�� He
melted into her with one smooth stroke.�
He could feel her tightening around him as he began to pump her
again.� He held her hips tight, lifting
her against his body as he plundered her, his muscles taught, cock aching with
each delicious stroke.� He thrust hard,
impatient, nearly blinded in lust.�

�� She
moaned loudly as he reached around, sliding through her curls, pinching her
nub.� She came
hard, body throbbing and gushing wet, their bodies sloshing together as he
continued to pound into her.

�� He moaned tightly as he reached his own peak,
body shuddering thrusting his last few solid strokes into her, his cock pouring
seed into her with every stroke, one gush after another.

�� She
trembled as he stilled, and after a few seconds he released her to rest her
knees once again against the floor of the room.�

�� Their
panting was loud in the room, the smell of sex clung to the air, Aoshi pulled back from her, absently buttoning up half his
garment.�

�� He
eyed Misao's womanhood and the liquid sliding down
her thighs with satisfaction as he stood, looking away from the girl.� Her head was turned down and away.

�� He
reached for his kodachi.� Misao didn't even
look up.�

�� He
turned his eyes toward Haruda, the man was twitching,
his face a mask of pain, but the noticeable bulge in
his pants spoke of other feelings.� Aoshi eyed him impassively and then reached, yanking his
hands from the walls.

�� The
man screamed and Misao jerked up at the horrified
cry, or tried to.� She hissed as she
pulled a muscle, straining.

�� "Aoshi..." she whimpered, but he ignored her.

�� Haruda stared at his injured hands in horror, unable to
even move.

�� "Go.� Do not return to the Aoiya.� Never see Misao
again."

�� He
just stood there, staring at his hands, eyes wide, mouth agape as though he�d
heard nothing.

�� Aoshi calmly unsheathed his weapon and pointed it toward
the man's throat hard enough to draw blood.

�� Haruda gasped and flattened himself back against the wall
again.

�� "P-Please?"
he whimpered.

�� "You
will go.� You will not see her
again.� She belongs to me."

�� "Yes-Yes, of course, of course!"

�� Aoshi stepped back and watched the man go, fleeing.� He walked to the door and watched him streak
through the woods toward town.� He
wondered where the man would go...

�� He
moved back to Misao.

�� He
stared at her, the angry hurt expression and the tears in her eyes.

�� "Was
it worth it?� Selling your body?"
his voice was icy and he watched rage returned to her eyes.

�� "Why
do you care?� It's my body; I'll do what
I want with it."

�� "Did
it feel good, having him inside you?� Was
he your first lover?"

�� She
clenched her teeth.� "None
of your business."

�� "Maybe
you have someone else?"

�� "......."� she shifted
uncomfortably.� Her arms were bound from
elbow to wrist, she couldn't move enough.�
She was still exposed on the floor.

�� "Do
you sneak away from the Aoiya when I'm not around to
have yourself a good fuck?"

�� She
hissed at that.� "I could, I'm old
enough to fuck anyone I want."

�� He
moved to take her by the shoulders and push her down to the floor on her back
so he could see her face.� "Do
you?"

�� "Do
I what?" she snapped, her expression betraying
the fact she merely wanted to be difficult.

�� "Is
there someone else?"

�� "Maybe,"
she replied stubbornly.��

�� He
stepped closer and knelt down, pushing her legs open again.� He could feel the strain of her thigh muscles
as she tried to stop him.�

�� He
leaned over her, their faces close.�
"I'll kill him," he murmured against her lips.�

�� She
started to speak, but he cut her off again, sealing their lips together in a
kiss.� She didn't try to jerk away.� ��

�� With
a jerk of his hand his garment came open, releasing his straining cock.

�� She
gasped loudly, as though horrified, and he leaned over, pressing her down.� He positioned himself and slid easily into
her wetness, groaning as he slid in completely.�
Once he was fully sheathed he reached up to unwind her hands.

�� At
first he moved slow, watching his length slide in and out of her, but as the
pressure and pleasure grew, his tempo increased and his eyes drifted away from
his cock and toward her.

�� His
temples throbbed; his body ached from top to bottom, quivering with
emotion.� He'd never felt so alive
before.�

�� He
wanted to drag that man back and carve out his throat from beneath his jaw bone
to his collar bones.� He wanted to fuck Misao until he or she forgot there had ever been anyone
else inside her, whoever came first.

�� He
growled, a deep and violent sound as he spilled his seed into her a second
time.� He leaned forward, down, over her,
panting softly.� He breathed her in deeply,
overcome.

�� His
fantasies were nothing compared to the wet, wet heat of her body.� Daydreaming in the temple was no comparison
to seeing the vision of his own seed dribbling from
her body, leaking from her.� The pressure
of his hand fell short in comparison to the warm clutch of her body as she
rhythmically clenched and released his manhood.

�� It
was better than any fantasy.

�� She
was better than any fantasy, even angry, even unwilling as she was.�

�� Even impure�

�� But
it was her impurity that led to the merciful ending of his self-denial.� He raised his head languidly to meet her
eyes.� The tears had vanished but the
anger remained.�

�� Let
me up,� she demanded, her voice low, all but humming with fury.

�� Tell
me what I want to know��

�� I
won�t tell you-�

�� Then
you won�t leave,� he interrupted smoothly.�
�Was he your first lover?�

�� She
growled.� �Not
exactly.�

�� Explain��

�� I-� He� I didn�t have any choice!� He got himself like� lodged between my thighs
and moved and� it was over.�

�� He
raised his head so their eyes were even.�
�Are you telling me he spilled his seed between your legs and not inside
you?�

�� That�s
exactly what I�m saying.�

�� On
purpose?� he pressed.

�� How
am I supposed to know?� I didn�t care, it
was over.� He was lucky I didn�t stick
enough of that powder in his tea the next morning that he vomited up his
stomach.�

�� Who
was your first lover?�

�� None
of your business,� she answered.

�� Okina will come soon�� he warned and she shifted beneath
him.

�� You
don�t know him��

�� Tell
me.�

�� She
looked away, embarrassed or ashamed.�
�Just some guy I met.� I had way
too much to drink and didn�t realize I was drunk.� You live, you learn, you do stupid, stupid
things.�

�� Where?�

�� On
the road somewhere,� she answered absently.

�� When?�

�� Ages ago.�

�� How
old were you?�� He simply wouldn�t let it
go.

�� I
think I had just turned sixteen.�

�� Only once?�

�� Her
eyes flickered toward him.� �I haven�t
seen him since, I don�t know that I�d know him if I saw him.� I told you I was drunk.��

�� Was
he too rough?�

�� She
unclenched her teeth.� �He didn�t force
me if that�s what you�re getting around to.�
Do you want to know why I let a stranger get me drunk and seduce me, Aoshi-sama, there�s a very simple reason for it�� Why is that?�

�� Because
it was cold and it was dark and I was feeling a little bit hopeless about ever
finding you� and then this stranger comes along and he�s pretty�� he had dark eyes and dark hair and he was
tall� in short, he reminded me of you.�

�� But
she wasn�t finished, he found, the torment was just starting there.

�� And
it seemed the more I drank, the less everything mattered and the more my
stranger seemed welcoming to me� he was warm and everything else wasn�t and
while he was there I wasn�t alone anymore.�
But when morning came, it was still cold and I was alone again and I
ached all over.� Are you happy now?�

�� No.

��

�� He
wasn�t.

�� Leaning
down he pressed his lips to hers softly and her stiff mouth softened slightly
at the tender touch.

�� No,�
he whispered against her lips.� �but I will be,� he promised before leaning back off of her,
redressing himself neatly.�

�� On
the floor, Misao did the same, reclaiming her lost
garments and quickly donning them.� He
watched her shift a few moments before realizing she was trying to wipe the
insides of her thighs awkwardly.�
Reaching into his coat he withdrew a handkerchief he�d taken to carrying
and held it out to her, watching as she slipped it beneath her shorts and wiped
her skin clean.� She made no move to hand
back the cloth as she finished, but instead held it clenched in one fist,
turning toward the door.

�� His
voice stopped her.� �I�m sorry that I
caused you some embarrassment��

�� He
turned back.� �That�s it?� That�s all your sorry for?�

�� The
bitter, angry edge to her voice had faded.�
It had been replaced by something soft, something tender, something like the gentle flesh inside the tough crab shell.

�� I
could spend my life mired in regret�� he answered.�

�� She
turned to face him fully and crossed her arms.�
She bit her lip.� �I�m sorry� that
guy� I didn�t even really know what I was� and Haruda
too� I drank too much that night and Misanagi was
insulting me again� saying I� never mind that anyway.�

�� What
did she say?�

�� You
always ask the hard questions�� she whispered back.� �She said I wasn�t� woman enough� I
was just a little girl playing leader and there was no way you would ever want
me because-�

�� The
space between them shrank in less time than she�d thought possible.� She was backed up against the door and gasped
as his lips came down to meet hers hard.

��

�� She
brought her hands up and pressed at his chest and he moved back a pace.

�� I�m
still mad at you,� she stated.

�� He
nodded sedately.� �I shall atone then.�

�� She
blinked, stared, and then quirked a small grin.�
�I�ll let you know when your forgiven.�

�� The
dark shadowy look in his eyes finally vanished, melting into clear, bright
pools almost reminiscent of his youth.� Misao led the way back to the Aoiya,
but she kept glancing back, unable to resist looking into his eyes.��

�� They
were different now but� she knew beneath that clear surface a dark face loomed
and she wondered what event would next trigger the dark side of Aoshi to emerge.

�� The
thought was driven from her mind as they returned and Okina
all but leaped upon them demanding to know where they�d been.� Misao missed the
meaningful looks between the two men and parted with them.

�� In
the next room, Okon and Omasu
met her at the base of the stairs.� They
reached out to touch her shoulder.

�� Misao, are you okay?�

�� She
met their concerned eyes directly but couldn�t smile.� She suddenly felt burdened and unsure and
shrugged off their hands.

�� I
don�t know,� she answered.��

�� The
future was stormy but it was lit, she just didn�t know where it was going.� The possibilities were daunting.
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