The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit

You know, I was going to kill off Tomoe at first, but since everyone is foaming at the mouth to see
that, I’m going to do something different. (MWA HAHA) For the sake of sanity, she is married to
Kenshin. Without her, there would be absolutely no plot to this story. It would just be a one-shot
PWP, a don don’t do those. So, just sit tight and role with this little mini-story. I think y’all will
like it. ^_^

Chapter 13

Aoshi and Misao...Sitting in a Tree

With all the fury of the night before, morning surrendered to massive thunderstorms that brought
torrents of rain and lightning to wake the city. The winds blew furiously, so those with older homes
heard the whistling of air being forced threw the tiniest of cracks and seeps. The air, though damp,
was steaming. If the raindrops didn’t drench you, the humidity did. It was just one of those days
where you wanted to just stay inside and let the world continue on without yYes,Yes, that’s the kind
of day it was, and that is what Misao found herself doing. Lucky for her, she found a cute little
apartment that had a balcony, which she converted into a small Japanese sanctuary. Bamboo plants
of all sizes lined the eight-by-eight space, those closest to the banister being drenched with rain. The
small Koi pond had to be moved closer to the double sliding doors, which had been fashioned to
look like traditional screening. The bonsai trees simply stood their ground, looking as proud and
majestic as always, tiny beauties whose presence was larger than sequoias. Misao was out on the
porch, lounging on the granite bench covered with fine, yet durable silk pillows before the wind
moved the rain under the canopy. Now, she just gazed out from the open screen, lookat tat the storm
before her. The sky had turned a peculiar shade of green…the shade of green that meant an even
fiercer storm was brewing just beyond the horizon.

Misao sighed and closed the screens. No school today. No work, just her and her kitten Kopu…and
the storm. A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky that was now as dark as night, sending little
Kopu scrambling behind the couch. Misao chuckled and moved to her hands and knees to coax the
chubby calico kitty from her hiding spot. The beautiful creature trembled, but trusted her hand-maiden enough to creep closer to her before another booming strike caused Kopu to leap into her
arms.

“Aww, my poor baby,” Misao cooed, trying to calm the frightened kitten. She glided the tips of her
fingers across the soft, fluffy fur of the kitty’s neck, turning her trembles of fear into the vibrations of
purring. Misao smiled and continues to stoke her owner and the sound of torrential rain grew.

Ding Dong

The chime of her doorbell caught Misao’s attention. After wondering for a moment who it could be,
she moved to the door and peered thought her peephole to see the darkness of a trench coat and the
tip o a finely shaped chin. Misao moved Kopu to her left arm and opened the door to reveal a
drenched Aoshi.

“Aoshi!” Misao exclaimed, noticed his stated. He seemed soaked from head to toe. He wore a coat,
but nothing to truly shield him from the weather. His skin seemed pale from the dampness, but his
ice-blue eyes shined like the purest diamonds.

He too, stole glances and the person before him. Purple silk pajama bottoms that rode the lower
portion of her hips and a white tank top that was just shy of meeting her belly button graced her
athletic, yet curvaceous frame. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail which many strands of
hair escaped, falling around her bright face. The kitty on her arm completed the masterpiece, a
creature as beautiful as she, gazing curiously at him with stark amber eyes.

“May I come in?” Aoshi asked, his tone low. Then, to Misao’s surprised, he added, “I wanted to
make up for yesterday, so brought some DVDs.”

“Of course you can come in!” Misao exclaimed, ushering him inside. She lowered Kopu to the floor
and helped Aoshi out of his coat. The garment felt as if it were a ton, soaked through every fiber
with rain. “I’ll put this in the tub and grab you a towel, you are soaking wet.”

Misao smiled brightly, taking everything in. He said he would make it up to her, and he surely had.
But, she didn’t particularly mind he went to help his friend. Did he mention who she was? Oh yeah,
Kaoru’s co-worker’s wife. Something about being childhood friends. Eithey, sy, she had no
problem with trusting him. They weren’t even ‘together’, yet, so why get all worked up….even
though she hoped that he would commit to her. Misao blushed at her thoughts. They haven’t been
seeing each other that long, she kept reminding herself of that...but she could dream, right?

“Would you like a cup of tea?” Misao questioned.

Aoshi nodded as he removed his loafers. His socks were damp, so he removed those as well. Misao
disappeared into the bathroom while Kopu cautiously approached the stranger in her house. Aoshi
turned to her and smiled, making her pause and considered her next course of action. Aoshi held out
his hand to her, which caused Kopu’s curiosity to circumvent her cautiousness. She sniffed the large,
but graceful hand before her, and then rubbed her cheek against it, purring. Misao stood in the
hallway and smiled at the sight. Aoshi, noticing another presence, met her gaze and she blushed.

“I think she likes me,” Aoshi commented, still caressing the kitten.

“She’s not alone,” Misao said, as they shared a smile.

“Tomoe used to have a cat just like this little bundle. What’s her name?” he quizzed.

“Kopu,” she answered.

“Kopu? Like the Final Fantasy ‘Kopu’, the Moogle?” he asked. Misao’s eyes brightened with the
mention of her favorite RPG.

“Why, yes! Do you play Final Fantasy?” she asked excitedly.

“Yes, I do,” he said as he began to dry off. He handed her the bag of DVDs and unfastened the cuffs
of his shirt, trying to remove as much of the moisture as possible, but it was a difficult task. His
clothes were very wet.

“That’s not going to work too well, it is?” Misao questioned.

“Not at all. I should have brought an umbrella. You would think I was out all morning the rain. It’s
brutal out there,” he commented.

“Well…I have a robe…that you can wear until your clothes dry,” Misao trailed off. She never had a
man in her apartment like this before. And she definitely never had a man, not even a male friend,
get naked damn-near right before her. Aoshi noticed her blushing and walked past her so he could
get to the bathroom. He had a good idea where it was from watching her go back there.

“Well, I’ll be in the washroom getting out of these clothes, if you don’t mind. You can run and grab
me the robe while I’m in there,” Aoshi suggested with a smile.

“S…sure,” Misao muttered as she ran into her room to get the big, fluffy, terrycloth robe. In all
actuality, it fit him pretty well, aside from the length. It barely went past his knees, but it wasn’t too
tight in the shoulders. Misao was thankful she loved oversized robes or she would have been getting
one hell of a peep show. Actually…that wouldn’t have been a bad thing, she thought to herself.

“So, I see you brought some comedies. I really wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to enjoy a
good comedy,” Misao said as Aoshi walked over to her. He took the one titled Coming to America,
from her and opened it up.

“Well, I guess we all have our surprises, don’t we,” he said, looking for her DVD player.

 Misao pointed him in the right direction and it placed the disk into the holder. After the video was
ready, there was a moment of unrest between the pair. Aoshi’s presence was incredibly intimidating,
even though she was on home court. Thank goodness the doorbell rung, saving her from the
situation for the time being.

“I’m coming!” she yelled, rushing to the door. She looked through the peep-hole and squealed with
excitement. “Kaoru!”

I closed my umbrella, shaking the rain from it. I placed it on the rack right outside the door and
stepped in, removing my trench. I could feel the glare of death before I actually saw it. It was Aoshi,
in a robe. My, my, my…what has my baby sister gotten into?

“Am I interrupting anything?” I asked, my eyes fixed on Aoshi, returning his gaze. Just who the hell
did he think he was?

“No, not at all,” Misao chirped, but her blushing told a different story. “Aoshi-sama got caught out
in the rain and was drenched. He’s waiting for his clothes to dry off.”

“Aoshi-sama?” I emphasized. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten broke off yet and she’s sprung. I love my
sister, but she is completely hopeless.

“Well…I think it’s suiting,” Misao cooed. Oh brother…

“Well, Misao, I’ll just stop by later,” I said, trying to remove myself from the situation.

“Do you have go?” my sister whined.

“Do you want me here while your boyfriend is half-naked in your living room?” I shot at her, but
politely. I knew she honestly had no clue how this situation was playing out. If Aoshi had his way,
be it conscious or not, he was going to get some.

“Ehh…it’s not like that, Kaoru,” Misao mumbled, trying to brush her comment off. Yes, it was like
that, and that’s why she wanted her big sister there to bail her out of the situation. Nope. It’s high
time she grew up.

“However it may be, there will be other times for us to hang out. I have errands to run. Enjoy your
time with Aoshi,” I said, slipping my coat back over my shoulders.

“But, Kaoru!” Misao whined, but to no avail. I waved and slipped back out. I grabbed my umbrella
and headed back out. Whatever was going to happen, I had a feeling in my gut it wasn’t going to be
good. But, it’s not my problem to deal with.

Aoshi sat with his hands in his laps, inwardly relieved that woman was finally gone. He never
thought he’d have the urge to hit a woman before he was introduced to that particular female. Aoshi
sighed and looked up at Misao. She looked sad, like she really wanted her sister there. Why on Earth
would she want her sister hear at a time like this, he wondered.

“Let’s start that movie,” he said, taking her hand, leading her to the couch.

Her frown melted to a smile and they sat down on the couch together. Misao grabbed the remote and
pressed “play” while she nuzzled herself in Aoshi’s arms. They sat there,quietly as the movie began.
Aoshi then became unsettled as he felt the heat of Misao’s body against his...the only thing keeping
him from enjoying the full sensation was her clothes and his robe. He gazed at her body, catching the
silhouette of her ample curves. Damning himself, he tried to control the blood from reaching his loin,
but she shifted her weight against him and he could hold it in no longer.

Misao felt something against her back as she moved to get more comfortable. It must have been the
remote, she thought to herself as she reached back to move it out the way, but a strong hand caught
her because she could. Aoshi shook his head, sweat seemingly dripping down his brow. Then, as if
reaching an epiphany, her eyes grew wide and her cheeks became flush. Aoshi just stared at her
innocence. She was actually blushing because she turned him on. He almost chuckled, but her gaze
stopped that. Her lips batted, as if she wanted to say something, bouldouldn’t form the words. As if
knowing instinctively what she wanted, he moved his lips down to meet hers and kissed them.

Misao moaned. She felt like her body was on fire as Aoshi touched her like she had never been
touched before. He peeled her out of her clothes before she even realized, too enthralled by the sweet
kisses and gentle touches he laid onto her eager body. What was she doing, her conscious thought
questioned. Was she truly ready to do this...to be doing this with Aoshi? My god, there goes his
robe!

Misao scanned his lean, muscular body from his sculpted chest, to his chiseled abs...to this hips,
which in-between lay his engorged member. She gasped as she finally realized she was naked also.
How did all this happen so quickly?!

Why wasn’t she trying top itp it?

Aoshi took soft bites to her neck, making her buck under him and she felt herself cream. She didn’t
know whether to push him away or pull him closer, her body and mind betraying her. Feeling her
balled fists against his chest, to moved them over her head, pinning them down as he took a breast
into his mouth. Her slender legs kicked as the new sensation washed over her. What was he doing to
her?

The real question was, what was she doing to him? For him to show so little restraint was unlike
him. He was behaving like a horny school-boy, but he didn’t care. When he was with her, he could
forget everything rotten about this world. He could see everything so clearly in her innocent, blue
eyes. She kept him in check, in prospect He He could come to her and see his own faults and want to
correct them. What was it about her?

“Give yourself to me,̶e whe whispered in her ear and he rubbed the tip of his length against her own.

 She whimpered with unrealized pleasure, feeling a warmth she never felt before take over. She
never felt anything like it. Selt elt as if she were going to explode if something didn’t happen. It was
like a building pressure...she needed it released. She moved her head to her side and arched her hips
up to him, accepting him. Without hesitation, Aoshi thrust himself into her, making her scream out
in surprise and pain. She dug her nails into his flesh, creating little wounds in his arms, but he did
not care. He slowly began to move inside of her, getting lost within her tight, moist walls.

Misao’s body almost went limp. She had been penetrated. She was no longer a virgin. She had the
mad of her dreams on top of her, taking her slowly. Tears began to roll down her face as she realized
what she was doing...and realized she was enjoying it. She felt the pressure rise again as Aoshi
moved in and out, grinding his hips. There was still some pain, but it was overshadowed with by the
pleasure she was enduring.

Aoshi was lost in his own little world, with this woman-child that he had grown so attached to under
him. It was only a matter of minutes before his seed was released inside of her and he lay atop of her,
panting. Misao put her arms around him, trying to make sense of the last half hour...and she
couldn’t. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts...but none of them regret. She then closed her
eyes, as felt increasingly tired. Aoshi repositioned them, putting her on top, allowing Misao to rest
her head on his chest...and they went to sleep.

Awww, how sweet. They got it on and now they’re happy. Too bad happiness doesn’t last very
long in my fics. MWA HAHAHA. Stay tuned.