One Night, One Body, One Soul

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Author's Notes:
yeah....another one of my works that had long been published. Well.....I just want to past it in here just in case. It was firstly pasted in Chelsea's. Well then. Enjoy reading. ;) comments are all welcome.




The Blanket Scenario

One Night, One Body, One Soul
a fanfic by Shuiede


It was a dark and shivering dusk. Whirls of wind came by, performing
its magnifying strength bequeathed upon the town of Edo. Aoshi and
Misao was about to come home after finishing their mission up in the
mountains when this incident happened. Somehow, they knew that this
would occurred yet they didn't assure that it would be like this,
very ravaging, and nothing could be done but to seek for a robust
protection. Poor Misao's body was about to give up the quest of
struggling the harsh cold force of nature though her body grew better
than before. She could not barely see the things around her – even
her Beloved *Aoshi*.

Aoshi, aware of their present situation, look for a place – any kind
of shelter will do – to cover thr their safety, his and Misao.

"Misao chan?" - Aoshi immediately turned around and sees if she's
still there but there was no one to be found. Described to be a
skilled warrior, he traced back the undefined path due to the ranging
burst of snow for the possibility of finding Misao there. And he was
right! Aoshi found Misao laying head first on the piles of snow.
Aoshi found her lifeless due to the bitterness of cold that the
weather gave her. He quickly yet gently scooped her up into his
sturdy arms and walk back to his way searching and hoping for a warm
refuge.

"Misao-chan!" He shook her softly finding if there were any vital
signs for him to know.

The north wind grew stronger. Aoshi felt its intense power. Damn! He
continued to search for the place to stay with while Misao, in his
arms, was still uncontrollably shivering. He felt her quiver. Aoshi
covered her some part of his trench coat just to make her warm enough
even at least for a few stolen moments.

"Gomen Misao. I should have somehow predicted that the weather would
be like this hard. I shouldn't have let you come back yet, with me to
Aoiya. Pls. be strong." Aoshi continuously blamed himself while
trying with all his might to cover and temperate her.

Having no clue whether Misao heard Aoshi's plea, she suddenly grasped
Aoshi's inner black shirt and moaned.

Aoshi was relieved then turned his attention for searching. He walked
through the glistening woods and later saw the dim figured of a small
hut. He trudged through the snow which is now at his knee level and
finally had arrived, safe and sound. Despite the fact that the wind
blew angrily at him, Aoshi never let Misao received much frost. He
held her very tight in his arms and covering her with his Trench
coat.

"Arigato Kami-sama." Aoshi hugged her more deeply into his chest
assuring that his body heat would contribute much for her warmth. He
turned around and faced the sliding door of the abandoned hut. Aoshi
switched Misao's body into other position for him to be able to
freely use his other hand. He opened it, entered and closed the
sliding door behind him. He gently laid Misao at one of the corners
of the hut and took off his coat, placing it into her. He roused. Looking
for a worth material as an insulator of heat, he abruptly seeked to the
cabinets of the hut. Aoshi found a futon and a woolen blanket. He
sighed in relief.

"hgmh..." Misao again shivered. Her clothes were soaked in wet because
of the snow.

Aoshi looked at her and felt very sorry. He quickly arranged the
futon on the wooden planks of the floor and dust-off some of its
parts. He went back to Misao and seized her up back into his arms and
wondered if he could just held her in for quite some moment
guaranteeing that she could receive more heat than the woolen blanket
could offer.

"Fool! She needs a blanket not you!" A voice prompted at the back
mind – his other self.

There are three split personalities hidden deep inside of him, one is
the ruthless, honour-thirst and highly critic, two is the secretive,
simple and thoughtful, and the last is the true reflection of the
both, combined with less emotions – the true Aoshi. No wonder he has
a hard time of choosing his path of life... until SHE came.

He smoothly laid Misao in the prepared futon and covered her. But he
noticed that her clothes were damp. He slowly took off her clothings
bit by bit. Being a respectable Okashira, he performed it with no
malice in mind. He had done this before to Misao when she was a
little though the setting now is different. She had grown older and
more beautiful into many eyes and his. As a respect to the woman he
really cherish, nothing will be done dishonorably.

Only the bandages on her chest and other undergarments are left on
her. He also disentangled her braid. This would further relax her
body and give much body heat. After the arrangements, he brushed-off
his bangs out into his face and sighed again. He stood and scanned
the interior of the hut. Nothing else will be useful for warming them
up from the winter storm. He walked to the opposite corner where
Misao was laid. Aoshi remembered his trench coat and picked it up.

"Damn. This needs to be dried up." He swung it to his back and looked
Misao. He still checked if she's alright with her present condition.

Aoshi went back to the opposite corner and sat on the floor. He
didn't bother whether his clothes are wet as long as he could stand
the freezing point and assures Misao's safety. With the wet trench
coat covering him, he bid Misao a thoughtful goodnight.

Winter storm was still raging outside. The hut continuously gets hold
of the harsh situation, capable of shielding these two lonely souls.
Aoshi slept lightly. Up to his resting, he still guarded Misao. North
wind continued to burst. Misao still slept soundly until...

"Whoa!" Misao woke up. She reflexively searched for Aoshi not knowing
that she does not have any upper clothings wearing. "Aoshi-sama!"
Misao saw Aoshi sat far opposite to her. She wandered why Aoshi sat
very distantly. She also wandered why he let himself freezing to
death.

"Aoshi-sama! What happened? How come we are in this place? You are
freezing!" Misao stood up. Aoshi woke up at the noise she produced.

"Misao-cha..." Aoshi saw the whole true physical complexion of Misao
as she stood up innocently at his front revealing almost her all. He
already saw her half naked a while ago but this one has a different
touch. His blood suddenly rose up and his attention, his gaze moved
away from the present luscious view – still no shown emotions.

"Go back to sleep Misao. The morning is still far-off. You will need
more strength if we leave this place" His bangs flows freely into his
charming face then he changed positions turning away from Misao.

"What was he thinking?!!! He cares for the tomorrow but not his
present state! He's FREEZING for Kami's sake!" Misao went to Aoshi's
side still not bothering her half nudity and the sudden frost she
felt after leaving the futon and the woolen blanket.

Misao bent into Aoshi's eye level and cupped his face. She felt his
face, chilling. "Aoshi-sama! Wake Up! Don't be a fool! You are
freezing! Why didn't you removed your damp clothes and stayed beside
me? It's fine with me. More important here is your safety!" Misao
projected eyes of worriedness and plea. Aoshi looked through her eyes
and saw himself. Only his reflection... only him who Misao's
truthfully cared for. At the back of his mind, berating words are
flowing – "I'm not worthy of her love, her caress. I was not made for
her." Aoshi still refuses to do what Misao's been asking. His
honorable nature stood on their conversation.

"It's improper for the both of us to stay..." As Aoshi reluctantly
explaining complicated things to her, Misao suddenly held her two
sweet fingers to Aoshi's tender lips. "As I had said before, you are
far more important to me than anything else – even my honor as a
woman." Sweet words came out from Misao's instantly. That is what she
felt and truth follows.

Aoshi still glanced at Misao's tearfully eyes impassively. A pause
from the real world was bestowed to these two. From all his life,
Aoshi never felt this 'concern' from anybody else. From the old
bloody days of being an Okashira up to the present, no one had told
him this intensely but HER. Though Aoshi seem detached, something in
him was shaken as Misao further reveal herself to this beautiful
astray warrior. Misao slowly retrieved the Aoshi she'd known, now and
then, from his own abyss. And this night is the right time for
redemption.

Wind wafted again and swept an icy touch on Misao's exposed body.
Misao had shivered and finally noticed that she doesn't wear anything
that would seclude her from the cold and even to Aoshi.

"Gosh! I never noticed that I was bare." Misao covered her body with
her slim arms and hands, hiding, as she stood up – at front of him.
She got embarrassed. Her face is now glowing in crimson and Aoshi
noticed that. He stood up as if nothing had happened and looked at
Misao. Misao incessantly trembles and touched Aoshi's wet
clothes. "Look! Your clothes are wet! Pls. be reasonable, will you!"
Misao smiled. Aoshi took the trench coat off and fell on the floor.

"Misao... You need to get back to your futon and blanket before you
get cold." Aoshi closed his icy blue eyes as he ordered Misao to
return to her place.

"Fine with me but the deal isn't over." Misao walked away while still
gazing to Aoshi. She laid on the futon and waited him.

"What Deal?" Aoshi turned where she couldn't see his face.

"Aoshi-sama!!! I'm not kidding! Daijoubu!..." Misao was trying to get
up again when...

"Very well then. Misao, turn around" With a cold voice, he commanded
Misao to turn around when he is about to undress himself.

He took off everything that he has in his well-built body – slowly,
thinking if it is the right thing to do. As long as he contains
himself, nothing will happen to the both of them at this very wintry
night. Everything will be fine. NOTHING WILL HAPPEN!!! They wouldn't
do something that they would really regret – FOR THE REST OF THEIR
LIVES.

Aoshi, though shivering lightly as the frigid air embraced his bared
body, was in calming state. It is one of his best assets. He takes
things easily at hand.

"Are you ready?" Misao was very naively eager but something broke to
her blissful moment. Her heart pulse grew faster and faster.

"Oh my God. This is the first time I am about to get close enough to
Aoshi-sama – NAKED! We are BOTH naked!" Deep inside of her, she
screams like a lunatic. She is now on the verge of malevolence and
principles. She never thought of the outcome of her blabbering a
while ago. "Aoshi-sama was right... but..." Misao whispered and
suddenly burst into flames (as we all known, she does that in many
series.).

"He is far more significant than my own... Heck! I don't care..."As
Misao kept arguing with herself, Aoshi finished undressing. He
walked across the room and heaved the woolen blanket and laid down
himself. He faced in the opposite direction where he couldn't glimpse
Misao.

"Misao, go to sleep." It was a cold voice yet very considerate.

Misao slowly turned around and looked at him. Aoshi covered his face
by his muscular forearms having assumed of Misao will stare at him.
Suddenly, Misao noticed that Aoshi took only a small portion of the
woolen bet tet to wrap his body. He wouldn't be able to acquire much
heat by this. Misao moved closer to Aoshi and grab the other parts of
the blanket from her side and covered Aoshi more. She organized equal
distribution of the blanket for them to share. Aoshi felt her
movement but didn't budge a bit but as he got concerned to her
doings, he shift positions and about to face her up. Misao was on
arranging some of the few discrepancies of the mantle when she lost
her balanced and landed at the top of Aoshi – FACE TO FACE.

Time stopped again to these two. Misao was speechless so goes with
Aoshi. Her chest was against his. A wondrous warm feeling was
showered to both of them. Misao didn't know what to do. Her heart
beat grew faster than the earlier occurrence. Aoshi gasped and felt
Misao's chest, her rounding blossoming breast. He also felt her fast
heart beat.

"Misao, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Aoshi held his right hand to
her face and brushed off her bangs. Misao was still in shocked. When
Aoshi was about to move forward to take a seat, Misao pulled herself
up and looked down to her blanket blushing feverously.

"ah... eh..." She gasped loudly and quickly laid herself to the
futon. "Oyasumi Aoshi-sama." She covered her head feeling so
embarrassed of what had happened a while ago.

"What in the world?! Damn! I have created it more complicated this
time! Bad Misao! Bad!" she kept blaming herself when suddenly a rough
scratching sound bestowed on the roof and window.

Aoshi was alarmed and stood up. He took his trench coat and went
close to the window to check. It was just a branch from an old tree
beside this hut that made the startling sound. Everything is fine
now. Aoshi turned around and took-off his coat without realizing
Misao was staring at him. He reacted numbly. It didn't bother him
anymore of their pressured situation. He stood there long. Yes,
indeed. Misao was very amazed to the magnificent creature standing at
front of her. All those battle scars and well-built frame of manhood
was hers to gaze freely. Her eyes where no longer innocent – even her
youthful mind.

Aoshi went closer and bend to Misao's side. She is, again, very edgy.

"Aoshi-sama, ah... hmm... Gomen nasai! I never meant to see you and
your..." Misao explained nervously to Aoshi. She played and looked at
her fingers, full of worries. Hence, Aoshi never let Misao very
anxious to what had happened recently.

"Sooner or later, you will be able to see things... unexpectedly. It's
part of growing up. Nothing harm done, to me and you. We're now
even." He laid again on the futon and faced back on Misao.

An hour past, each party doesn't interact much. Misao, stared blankly
to the dirty white ceiling while Aoshi still tried to get some sleep
without moving much, making sure that he wouldn't disturb the lovely
lady beside him. They were now compared as frigid as the environment
outside these protective walls of the hut.

Misao placed her right arm in her forehead steadily. For no reason,
she just slowly peeping at Aoshi then saw his bare back. Yes, the
muscular slim physique that most of men would wanted, a dream for a
woman to bed with. Then slowly, Misao removed her arms and view
clearly his back. She saw battle scars, plenty of it. Misao touched
one of the many. She scanned it thoroughly. Aoshi abruptly opened his
eyes. Without moving his head, his eyes turned to its sides pointing
towards Misao and returned to the blankness. He let her examine more
the marks he gained from his bravery and foolishness. He felt her
warm fingertips probing through his back piercing through his spine,
to his muscles, to his heart. God! It was a very breathtaking moment.

"Your scars, did it hurt you much?" Misao bluntly asked.

Aoshi gasped roughly. "Well of course. Part of the human body system
to feel pain, physically and mentally. Why do you asked?"

Misao wasn't able to answer him back at once. Her eyes turned half-
opened. Her fingers from her left hand still roam in his.

"Well..."

"Huh?"

"I just thought that if you, Hannya and the rest didn't leave Aoiya,
these scars won't be as much as these. You wouldn't have gone hurt." Misao
clutched the woolen blanket by her other hand intensely.

"Perhaps,"

"Why? Why did you leave us? Did I do something wrong?" Misao's eyes
were beginning to tear involuntarily.

A long silence swept over the room. Only the calloused breeze was
heard. Aoshi was not ready to answer Misao's yearning questions for
truth. He didn't want her to know the saddest reality behind his
imprudence. It's enough already! He doesn't want to open more painful
memories to the both of them. He was trying to forget things that
made him sore his individuality from the time he left Aoiya... and
Misao.

"Misao-chan," still looking blankly to a vacant space

Misao widened her diluted eyes. She buried her head to his back.

"I'm sorry if I caused you so much pain through all there years I'm
away," Misao's tears flowed perplexedly to Aoshi's. He sensed Misao's
tears rolling down. Why? Why does she have to shed tears for me? "but
I'm not entitle to tell all the answers – the reasons from you yet
(paused), pls. don't cry. Every teardrop of yours isn't worth a damn
to waste for someone like I do. Pls. listen. (paused) I'm finally
here, isn't it?" trying to make things lighter.

"Yes. (paused) You are right, Aoshi-sama. And I thank Himura for
that." Still, tears flows liberally.

"Hmm... Himura... I remember it well." He hissed.

Kenshin Himura actually went hard on convincing Aoshi at first but
when the conversation went on the lost of his friends, believing the
fact that kept him secluded to the darkness his been going through –
all lies and deceit buried on his mind, and Misao's, everything had
changed. In fact, the sakabatou didn't contribute much on saving
Aoshi's soul but the thought of final redemption of Aoshi's friends
and about Misao, crying and longing for him, did. He lost in their
battle yet he gained his true honor and self again.

Misao continued to weep on his back. She couldn't control the tears
escaping from her misty blue eyes. Those tears represent the years
she yearned for him. Aoshi turned to face her. He lifted Misao's face
into his level. With his manly hands, he shed out the tears rolling
from her sweet rosy cheeks. Misao stared Aoshi with more passion.

"And I want you to remember this..." Aoshi gave her a deep long kiss
and ceased. "from the rest of your life." He looked dearly through
Misao's stunned blue watery eyes. He partly loosened himself from the
devils lurking inside in his mind and in his dented soul. It was a
very passionate moment.

For Misao, it was her very first kiss – so special. Ironically, it's
from the same man who both hurt and cared her. Is this for real? Is
this just another creamy dream of Misao's? Misao doesn't want to wake
up anymore if it is.

Aoshi kissed her again but this time, with more might, trying to
break free. Misao closed her eyes trying to convince herself that
Aoshi was truly kissing her- very avidly. Aoshi moved at the top of
her. His long slender right leg moved between the moist of her
womanhood. His arms and hands were below Misao's graceful body
scanning every fascinating work of art of nature, the curves, gifted
upon her. All their moments made Misao's bandages in her chest let
loose. And Aoshi seemed to know that. While brushing her numerously
with many ardent kisses in her lips, cheeks and neck, he slid his
left hand on her bandages, grabbed and torn them away. Now, he could
perceive better the rounding untouched breasts of Misao.

He couldn't believe what he had missed with the years he's been away.
He never seen her grew at the times she has very vulnerable. And now,
he's back to put all those emptiness aside. Urges from the deep that
has been there ever since, waiting. Love that only Aoshi and Misao
could comprehend. And that love grows and matures as time pledges to
their special relationship. Both couldn't lie to their hearts... and
they knew it extremely well.

"Misao, we may not do this if you're not ready for something that
will really change your life, our lives. We could just stop and
pretend nothing happened..." Aoshi burrowed his head slowly near
Misao's left ear and hugged her. Then, he closed his eyes.

"Stop?! Why do we have to stop? The Heaven has descended upon us,
Aoshi-sama. Stop the flow of happiness that I finally found? God
knows why I'm crazy for you." Voices baffled beneath her mind.

Both waited for each others response. Misao unhurriedly slid her arms
and hands to Aoshi's back and let him experience those fervent
touches. Words won't be enough to tell Aoshi her true feelings, to
him and this present ordeal. Perhaps, the move she made simply tells
she's ready for everything – the consequences, though in an
unexpected way. Aoshi lifted his head and faced Misao. He gazed her
and noticed that her tears were still flowing. His bangs shadowed his
beautiful face.

"Aishiteru, Aoshi..." Misao murmured. She suddenly kissed the young
man's delicious lips fervently, still, tears flowed upon Misao's eyes.

She was no longer depressed. Her tears were no longer for the previous
issue but on the joy he is giving on her now.

Questions were asked. Aoshi is known for being detached to the world
and unmeantly to his loved-ones... yet in this very special night...
everything altered. What made him loosen a bit and give way to the
latent intentions beneath his personality about Misao? Is this going
to last forever? What will be the outcome?

Aoshi kissed back Misao torridly. He couldn't contain himself longer
from her. He held her in his arms tightly. The touch of two heating
bodies collides in ecstasy. As he continued to kiss, he gradually
went on below her neck to her rounding twins. Aoshi didn't hesitate
to explore more of her until he arrived on her cordial folds. He
removed the remaining elements that kept her secluded fros sis sinful
touches. Misao responded full of excitement and desire for what Aoshi
had given her. As his hands explores other sweet curves of Misao's,
he intently enjoying her engaging natural juices. He now assured
Misao had grown up, physically and emotionally. By the way she glides
her body into his; something in her had really changed.

"Aoshi..." Misao groaned having the benefit of the unhesitant and
luscious works of Aoshi into her whole being.

Aoshi felt herver ver as he continued to employ her inner folds.
Misao arched her body, raising herself into the heavens mirroring the
feeling she was taking part with. Aoshi really knows how to treat a
lady, though not directly, in daily life and now in bed. With
drenched lips, he ceased and moved upward to see Misao's reaction to
his nastiness. He smirked when he saw her wanting for more, like a
child hunger for sweet treats. Aoshi kissed her partly opened lips
and played his tongue to hers. Scary yet exhilarating, Misao replied
fervently. She could taste her own juices from Aoshi's lavishing
orifice. Aoshi placed his right arm at the back of Misao and raised
her into a sitting position. He now sits on his knees, between her
smooth inviting thighs, still kissing Misao from her lips, slowly,
down to her neck then to her silky right shoulder. Misao arched her
head still gasping, parting her lips urging for more. Then her body
followed. Both of her hands supported her from the additional weight
she received from the man she loves. Aoshi further explored Misao.
Misao reached for the back head of Aoshi and gently caressed his
damped sweet-scented hair then fisted. Aoshi moaned and returned to
her luscious lips. Kissing her even more torridly. Then, she
gradually laid down on the futon and cupped Aoshi's face.

It never came to Aoshi's mind that he will ever held Misao into his
arm, his body this close. Never in his wildest dreams that something
as beautiful as this would come into reality. The heavens must have
willed for them to become as one – and he doesn't regret it as far as
Misao is very concerned. The way Misao reacted into
his 'viciousness', made him drew more of him – the long dessert self.
Misao is very pleased to show the way to redemption – the deliverance
he long been searching for.

Aoshi ceased his appetizing kisses to her and looked into her
cerulean eyes.

"Misao..." He looked at her mischievously and placed an index finger
into Misao's inner folds and rampantly thrust it, producing an
overwhelming new experience to the young innocent body of Misao. She
continues to tremble to the lust unleashing upon her.

"Hmmmp..." Misao hissed, grasped and turned her head into sideways
and fluttered her eyes into greatness. "Aoshi-sama... want more of
it... hmhh..." Out of her virtuousness of the foreign feeling she's
experiencing, she whispered but Aoshi heard it clearly. He would do
anything for Misao... up to this extent.

He grinned naughtily while Misao was floating in ecstasy. "Did I hear
it right? My Misao begs for more?"

"W-what?" Misao suddenly loosen a bit from her blissful moment.

"Misao, don't you worry... this time, I'll going to be gentle on
you."

Those words stroked Misao's untainted mind. What is he planning to do
next? She could no longer read Aoshi's moves; partly the 'Okashira'
element began to awaken.. Her heartbeat pumps faster and her lungs
inculcate for more air, more oxygen. The room became hotter and
hotter. She wailed as Aoshi kept on infusing her with worldly
cravings. What have you done to me, Shinomori... you made a woman out
of me, you no longer the man I used to know... still, I'm very
delighted of it.

"If you think we are on the verge of nirvana, well, think again my
precious." Aoshi had taken away the one that made Misao crave for
more lustful desires. Free flowing sweet juices from her... such an
irresistible potency. Aoshi nipped her gashing nectar, raised his
head up and wiped the other fluids from the side ends of his rose-
tinted lips.

"Do you trust me, Misao?" He projected a voidly facial _expression.

"Yes I do Aoshi-sama..." panting harshly, "with all my heart."

"Do you REALLY want to be touched by..."

She abruptly answered. "Yes... by you, you alone..."

Without any hesitations, he positioned himself between her creamy
thighs and slowly glided his hardened sex upon Misao open
being. "Pain will fade away, don't you worry... pls. be one with me
tonight." Then Aoshi kissed Misao passionately.

"I will be one with you even it takes me at the end of the world,
Aoshi-sama. I'm yours forever..." Misao closed her eyes and felt the
deep stinging sensation as Aoshi plunged himself more into her inner
being.

Every movement they made seems to be the wills of heavens. Two hearts
became as one – having a single beat, a single pulse. Misao couldn't
explain the new sensation she's experiencing. Her facial expressions
were undefined and so as Aoshi's. Aoshi didn't close his eyes as he
kept gazing Misao's indeterminate reactions. An ocean of happiness
and desires were handed... Aoshi had kept his promise – to be gentle
on her (because it is her first time) and he knew that from the
beginning he entered her.

Aoshi bent down kid kissed her rounding twins, nipping it with full
lustrous intentions as he continues to glide-in to her. Her nectar
was sinuous – both knew it all. Aoshi raised Misao's other leg upon
his left shoulder for more extreme outburst. The pain Aoshi said
truly fled away as each strokes were made upon her and Misao takes
pleasure out of it. Aoshi kissed her lips and cupped her cheek. Misao
moaned in elation as if there is no tomorrow to look further to. This
is the happiness and she wants to cherish it, every bit of
information – in details.

"I had reached my ultimate happiness... perhaps I would be able to
die now..." Misao whispered as she trembles with the full force she's
receiving from Aoshi.

"Die?"

"Yes... die. So I won't be able to forget these blissful moments..."

"I won't allow that."

Misao slowly opened her eyes and saw Aoshi's blue wavering eyes.
Aoshi grabbed both Misao's spread hands bestowing the great force
he's indulging her. His long bangs freely flows down to her. Why? A
short question seeking for a worthy answer.

After long intense colliding of each body, Aoshi stopped and removed
his then stabilized himself. Both hungry for spaces and air. They
sighed roughly. Aoshi, after the 'gruesome' work, lay down and looked
up at the dirty ceilings. Misao was waiting for an answer from him
for why he said those words... well, perhaps, he is beginning to open
himself up to her – to lher her as she really deserves. Still
catching their breath, Misao shifted into her right side and faced
Aoshi's glimmering face due to extreme flow of wetness, from all the
work he had done. Aoshi brushed away his long bangs away from his
face and closed his beautiful blue eyes. Harsh sound of air coming
from the mouth of Aoshi seemed make Misao smiled a bit. Aoshi opened
his eyes and looked blankly at the ceilings again.

"Misao-chan, would you really want to die on me now? Leave me from
the newly found salvation that I long been searching? I fought the
devils inside of me with all my heart for one valid reason... to LIVE
again, to be with you and the others."

Misao smiled and kissed him dearly in his rosy luscious cheeks. Aoshi
faced her and kissed her to her moist lips. Then, their eyes met.

"If you put it that way, my answer is never. I won't leave you. And
besides! After all what happened to both of us tonight, it seems that
I'm going to be the sore looser. You benefited the most!" She smirked
wickedly while caressing his smooth face by her creamy fingers.

"You don't know how you made me feel immensely proud and happy of
you, my sweet precious. It's beyond words, I say."

"It should be. It should be."

Aoshi,, after almost 11 years of staying in the bottomless pit of
darkness, finally smiled showing his true emotions then hugged Misao
tightly, embracing her bare soft- skinned back
"Sh
"Shall we do it again?" Misao shyly asked.

"For what reasons?"

"I, ah, I-I enjoyed it very much..." She whispered to his ear
embarrassingly. Her face turned really red – blushing immensely.

"Maybe... The cold is getting upon us." He grinned naughtily.

Aoshi held his head up and kissed Misao at her neck to her lips. Such
an awesome experience to know that the person left home has finally
came back, to reach you and make up from the lost times they, two,
should filled-in. He came back to life to LIVE with Misao again...
hoping that it is for the best and forever... no regrets.

"I can't wait to see the folks at Aoiya..."

"And tell them the news about our Marriage." Aoshi kissed Misao more
deeply at her lower abdomen and went back to her cheeks.

Misao was stunned. She gulped. MARRIAGE? MARRIAGE! Me and Aoshi-
sama...

"We are going to get mm-ma-marry?!" She ceased making love with
Aoshi. She sat leaving the woolen blanket; Aoshi placed one of his
hands to his head to support its weight as he enjoys the view of
seeing Misao naked and very surprised.

"Don't you want to?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ah... why Yes of course! Who wouldn't want to be with you? Only
fools would do that!" Misao suddenly cried - tears of joy from the
next best thing happened in one wintry night.

Aoshi roused and wiped away the unintentional tears Misao was having.
Misao looked at him straight to his gorgeous eyes and smiled widely.
Misao kissed Aoshi abruptly and hugged into his neck and shoulders.

"Aishiteru Aoshi... aishiteru..." tears flow generously.

"So do I, Misao, so do I. Aishiteru, my ninja girl." Aoshi held her
back to the warm futon and made love to her all over again.


The End... (so far)


Author's Notes (again):

excuse me for the grammar.....