A WISH GRANTED
A fanfic by flori-dono

DISCLAIMER: This is a Rurouni Kenshin inspired fanfiction. All RK characters are 
owned by Nobuhiro Watsuki (hail!) Shounen Jump, Sony, etc. 

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PART 1

Misao ran as fast as she could, but she was no match for Mother Nature. If she 
decided to cleanse the earth by creating a storm in the middle of summer, then 
there was no stopping her. 

Misao was coming home from the temple when there was suddenly a downpour. She 
had spent an hour praying to the gods to grant her usual wish, which the kamis 
hadn't bestowed yet - that is, for Aoshi-sama to finally notice her as a woman. 
She had even decided for some unknown reason to dress in a white kimono, 
something she hadn't done since she was a kid. "For effect," she had thought. 
Perhaps they would listen to her if she wasn't dressed in full ninja battle gear 
or if she wasn't in her dowdy house clothes. Now she regretted it. She was 
practically soaked to the skin and not to mention that the kimono's hem was 
splattered with mud. Okon would get really mad at her now if she was home. It 
was a good thing that Jiya and the rest of the Oniwabanshuu were on a trip to 
Oosaka and wouldn't be back till the day after tomorrow. Misao would then have 
time to wash the kimono herself. 

Misao looked at the skies and despite the rain, noticed that it was nearing 
evening. She hurried up all the more. She still hadn't cooked the evening meal 
yet. Of course, she wouldn't let Aoshi-sama starve to death, not yet anyway. She 
must have her wish granted first. She sighed in relief as she saw the Aoiya up 
ahead.
***
Aoshi needed not look at the clock to know that Misao had been gone for an hour. 
He was surprised when Misao had told him early that afternoon that she was off 
to the temple. He was reading a book. He sensed her coming and when he looked 
up, he almost didn't recognize her. Misao in a kimono? He could hear the loud 
palpitation of his heart. She had looked so pretty, so grown-up that he had 
realized how much of a woman she already was. She stood there, her back to the 
window, the rays of the late afternoon sun illuminating her lovely form. It took 
a great amount of control not to leap up, gather her in his arms and kiss her 
senseless. Of course, what came out was a mere nod. After that she took off, 
leaving him clutching hard at the book, wishing that things were not as they 
were. If circumstances were different, Aoshi would have had proposed to her a 
long time ago. But as her guardian who was ten years older than her and as a 
selfish rake who had even tried to kill her surrogate grandfather before her 
eyes, he knew that he shouldn't, that he couldn't. Misao would never be his, and 
he understood it. But these past few days, he needed to remind himself more 
often of that. It seemed that Misao had become more beautiful and it had taken a 
lot of cold baths to douse the strong emotion welling inside him.    

The light rumbling of thunder brought him back to reality. He was so deep in 
thought that he hadn't realized that it was all ready raining. The first thing 
that came to mind was Misao. 

"Perhaps she was stuck at the temple when it began to rain," he considered, and 
the thought somehow made him feel at ease. "She would be all right. Misao can 
take care of herself."

No she couldn't... as he was about to get his kudachi, the front door burst open 
and a soaking-wet Misao came flying in.   

"Gomen, Aoshi-sama" she said, walking towards him. "I was caught in the... 
whoa!"

Misao tripped in the darkness. Aoshi, having sensed the movement caught her in 
reflex. But he wasn't ready for the strength of her fall. 

"Eep!" Misao squealed as both she and Aoshi fell.

Aoshi grunted as his back made forceful contact with the hard wooden floor.

"Are you okay, Aoshi-sama?" Misao asked, raising her head from his chest. 

"I think so," he answered with a groan.

Misao lay her head back again. She almost sighed out loud in contentment. If it 
was up to her, she would have gladly stayed like that forever. What with the man 
she loved lying so close to her. So close in fact, that she could feel the hard 
muscles of his body beneath hers. Misao gulped. Their current situation was 
doing a lot to her all ready overactive imagination.

"What would his body feel like without the constraint of clothing?"

Misao reprimanded herself for eliciting such thoughts. Damn, but she could feel 
herself getting hot.

Aoshi felt Misao squirmed above him.

"Kuso," he thought in panic. "Don't do that Misao, if you value your life... oh 
shit!"

Misao's eye grew large as she suddenly felt something warm and hard nudge 
against her thigh.

"Aoshi-sama?" she asked in a breathless voice.

Aoshi clenched his jaw both in pain and determination, and with great effort, 
pushed Misao away from him.

"Aoshi-sama!"

"Go to your room Misao and get changed," he said turning away from her, glad 
that it was dark in the room and Misao couldn't see what she had obviously felt. 
"You'll soon catch a cold with your wet clothes."

And with that, he left Misao who was still sitting on the floor.

"Bu-but..."

"Just forget about this Misao, this never happened."

Misao stared after his retreating back, a small sly smile forming on her lips.

"So," she thought. "He wasn't as indifferent as he appears to be."

And with that she got up, pulled the pins from her hair and shook the wet 
strands out, until they cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

Now, she had a plan!
***
Aoshi opened his eyes and found himself staring directly at the ceiling above. 
That was the most compromising situation he'd been in and he thought he could 
never face Misao again. What happened was so painfully apparent that he had no 
doubts that Misao had realized what transpired. He couldn't blame her, and he 
couldn't even blame himself. For kami-sama's sake, he was only a man! And like 
any hot-blooded male, he too experienced sexual urges. But he could always 
control himself before, why now? 

"Because it was Misao, not some broad off the streets." 

He sank himself lower into the tub of cold water. He groaned, there it was 
again. And it was just because of thinking about Misao. Damn it, he could still 
feel how her body felt against his. His hands could still remember the curves he 
had touched while he was holding her. Gad, he felt sick hankering over a 
seventeen-year old girl.

"Correction... woman. Seventeen she may be but she was all ready a woman." 

"She is physically," he argued with himself. "But emotionally was, she?"

"What has that got to do with it?"

"Everything has got to do with it!"

He shook his head. Yes, he had to go away. As soon as Jiya got back, he'd go 
away. Aoshi was afraid that if he couldn't restrain himself, he would have Misao 
bedded. And at the rate he was going, that would be soon!

He just got to repress his sexual urges. He couldn't treat Misao like a whore. 
He loved her! 

Aoshi opened his eyes he could feel someone approaching. And he didn't have to 
look to know who it was.

"Aoshi-sama..."

"Misao," he said, sitting up straight in the tub. "What are you doing here?"

And then he gasped. Was it just his imagination or was it really Misao?

It was really she. It was really Misao, still in her wet white kimono standing 
before him, with a lantern in her hand. 

Her hair was free and it fell softly on her shoulders and down her back. It was 
so black and it looked so soft and sensuous as silk. The wet kimono hugged her 
body like second skin, accentuating her curves. And the light from the lantern 
made the material transparent that the view she offered left nothing to his 
imagination. 

"What are you doing here?" he repeated.

Misao didn't answer. She just placed the lantern on the bathroom floor. She 
straightened up, her hands on the ties of her kimono, loosening them.

"So Aoshi-sama," she said, a smile teasing her lips. "You want me after all!"

Then she started coming towards him.

"Misao!" Aoshi screamed. "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Misao sat on the edge of the tub, leaning closer to a very red Aoshi and kissed 
him fully on the lips. She was enjoying this. But she was also wondering where 
the hell she got the courage to play this dangerous game. Maybe it was the gods 
at work. At last, her wish was being granted.

Aoshi pushed her away and almost stood up when...

"Are you going to let me see what I had felt earlier?" she asked. 

"What's got into you?" he asked.

Misao slowly eased her kimono from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. 
Finally, she was naked. She almost laughed at the stunned expression on Aoshi's 
face. Still languidly, she got into the tub herself and sat on the other end 
wall, but the space was rather small that even if Misao raised her knees up, her 
toes still touched Aoshi's legs.

"You know, Aoshi-sama?" she said. "For someone who doesn't speak much, you are 
very talkative!"

"Misao, get out of here now!" Aoshi ordered, but not as forcefully as he should. 
What was wrong with him?

"You don't sound convincing," Misao teased.

Aoshi's fist clenched and unclenched at his sides. He had to do it now or 
else...

Suddenly, he stood up. His action surprising even Misao. He got out of the tub 
and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Then he grasped Misao by 
the shoulders and hauled her out of the tub, wrapping her kimono around her.

"Wait..."

He turned her around. She could see how angry he was. She knew she had gone too 
far.

"Stop this Misao!" he said. "Why are you acting like a slut?"

Upon hearing this, Misao suddenly burst into tears. She broke free from his hold 
and slid down to the floor, her back against the cold bathroom wall. 

Aoshi stared at her, and felt her pain. But still, he couldn't understand what 
had gotten into her. He knelt down beside her and tried to touch her but she 
just withdrew. He let her cry until she was only sniffling. He didn't know what 
to do. He just couldn't leave her. It just wouldn't solve anything.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you were doing," he finally said in a 
surprisingly gentle voice, deciding that it was time to talk.

Misao looked up. 

"I...I'm so sorry too," she said. "This is so embarrassing! It's just that... 
it's just that..."

"Just that what?"

"That you don't see me as a woman!" she said, deciding to tell him everything. 
After all, what was still left of her? 

"I love you Aoshi-sama," she said quietly, tears still flowing down her cheeks. 
"I love you as a woman loves a man. And it hurts that you don't seem to return 
back my feelings. I figured that you only see me as a child, and I know even how 
desperate as it may seemed, but I thought this was the only way I could tell you 
that I am not a girl any longer."  

Aoshi stared at her, pain mirrored uninhibitingly in his eyes. He pulled her in 
his arms.

"Oh Misao," he said.

"Aoshi-sama..."

He pulled her back a little so that he could see her face.

"I love you too, you little twit!" he said. "And you don't know just how much."

Misao's eyes rounded.

"You...you do?"

Aoshi sighed. What was the use, of hiding it any longer?

"I do. And you were wrong. I don't see you as a child anymore. I had realized  
how much you've become a woman way before."

"Than why..."

Aoshi placed a finger on her lips to quiet her.

"You know, as you have said earlier, for once I'm being talkative and I would 
appreciate it if you let me talk first."

Misao just nodded.

"Well, it's just that I don't think I'm worthy of you. You know how selfless and 
how bastardly I was. I just didn't think you would be happy with me."

"But why? When only your presence makes me happy all ready?"

"Misao..."

"I love you," Misao said, touching his face lightly with her fingers. "Despite 
your so-called faults. I don't want to love any non-existent paragon of 
perfection. I just want you. Can't you see that?"

Aoshi kissed the palm of her hand. 

"Yes, I see it now."

"Aoshi..."

Misao leaned closer to Aoshi, her lips mere centimeters from his.

"Misao," Aoshi said this time his own voice was breathless. "We don't have to do 
this. I told you don't have to prove anything..."

She covered his lips again with hers. This time, Aoshi didn't pull back. 
Instead, he kissed her deeply, passionately. Then she pulled back for air, her 
eyes mirroring the love that she felt for him. Aoshi's heart welled with 
emotion. 

"I want to become one with you, not to prove something but because I just want 
to. I've waited so long for this moment, and this time you have to drag me out 
of here before you can stop me."

Aoshi chuckled.

"That's one of the things why I love you Misao, you're feisty and fiery... and 
just plain lovable."

"Then kiss me," she demanded.

And he did.

As soon as their lips touched, Aoshi knew that there was no way out. All the 
pent-up emotions that had been accumulated for years were now trying hard to be 
set free. 

Misao moaned as she felt Aoshi deepened the kiss. She nearly gasped when his 
tongue slipped inside her mouth and tried to intertwine with hers. When she 
tried to push it out, Aoshi would push back in. This exchange made the kiss more 
exciting, more sensual. 

But Misao wasn't satisfied with just a kiss. She wanted more. She slipped her 
hands down Aoshi's bare back, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. She 
slid them to the front so she could caress the whole expanse of his chest, her 
fingers moving over the scars, tracing them gently. 

"Sometimes I think about the times when I almost lost you," she murmured against 
his lips.

Aoshi tasted salt as Misao's tears trickled down her face. He pulled back. With 
his eyes still holding hers, he covered Misao's hands with his. 

"Don't... Those were the same moments when I willed myself to live because of 
you," he said. And with that he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Misao closed her eyes and tilted her head, pressing her lips on Aoshi's throat. 

"Aishiteru wa yo," she whispered.

Aoshi removed his hold on her hands and he let his own caress the softness of 
her arms and upward to her shoulders where he eased down the kimono he had 
covered her nakedness with earlier.

Misao shivered as she felt the coolness of the air touched her body. 

"You're cold," Aoshi whispered to her ear as he laved the sensitive lobe with 
his tongue. "Why don't I warm you then?"

Misao chuckled, turning in his lap so she could lean back against him. She had 
never known Aoshi to be like this... this aggressive.

"Why are you giggling?" he asked and Misao shook her head gently. Aoshi smiled.

"Is it because you're ticklish?"

And with that, he let his hand travel from shoulder to the curve of her breast, 
his stroke as light as a feather.

Misao gasped at the sudden sensation.

"I guess not there, may be here..."

Aoshi's thumb grazed closer to one pink tip. He heard her moan. 

"Still not quite..."

And then, he touched it, so languidly that Misao had almost screamed with 
frustration. Aoshi rubbed the already taut nipple, his other hand doing the same 
to the other breast.

Misao loved the feel of his hands on her breasts. They were hard with calluses 
but their touch was surprisingly gentle. She wondered what would they feel then 
on the rest of her body. 

"One...gai..." she whispered, her head thrown back on Aoshi's shoulder. 
Impatiently, she caught his hands and she moved them slowly, all over her.

It was Aoshi's turn to chuckle.

"Greedy little Misao..." he said, biting down on her right shoulder, but he let 
her had her way. Instead, he adjusted himself so he could bend down  over her 
side and took one rosy peak in his mouth. He sucked and teased the over-
sensitized nipple, which drew out sighs and moans from the girl. He straightened 
up and this time, he bent over Misao's other side so he could do the same to the 
other. 

Meanwhile, Misao guided Aoshi's palms on her all ready heated flesh, everything 
they stroked, they set on fire. And then she stopped as she got to her abdomen. 
She flushed at what she had wanted to do. Would it offend him?

"What's stopping you?" Aoshi asked. But he didn't wait for an answer. Even 
without Misao's guidance, he stroked downward until he reached the most 
sensitive part of her.

Misao bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood. 

"What... are... you doing ...to me?" she asked, her breathing hard.

"What you want."

He stroked and touched. Misao squirmed against him, her nub rubbing hard against 
his hand. If that wasn't enough, Aoshi turned her around again in his lap. And 
with his hand behind her, he lay her down gently on the floor. He leaned over, 
his face hovering over her womanhood. She could feel his breath on her. 

"Aoshi-sama..." she said in panic.

"Trust me Misao," he said simply. 

Trust me...

She screamed as she felt his tongue on her, in her, tasting her. His teeth, 
nibbling here and there. He repeated his actions over and over until Misao had 
almost went over the brink, then he stopped.  

Misao whimpered in complaint.

"Hush," he said, moving up and kissing her again. God, she was beautiful. The 
sweat and the complete disarray which his kisses and caresses had produced, only 
added to her appeal. He could still smell the heady scent of her arousal and her 
sweet taste was still in his mouth. Seeing her wild yet innocent reaction had 
almost wanted him to take her there and then.

"You're mean," she said in between gasps. "But I'm meaner!"

With that, she pushed Aoshi and maneuvered so she could be on top of him. She 
was kneeling, a leg on either side of his torso. Misao smiled. Her hand, reached 
between her legs, and took the edge of the towel around his waist. With one 
swift movement, she took it off and threw it aside.

"Now, I'm ready!"

She moved down. He could feel the tip of his sex briefly brushed her womanhood 
as she did so. The short contact made him harder. Misao's eyes widened as she 
saw this. Aoshi's manhood was... exceptional, but she didn't know it could even 
be bigger.

"You were always a good teacher," she teased. "But I'll let you know how fast I 
am a learner!"

She teased his shaft from the base up with feather-like caresses. It was his 
turn to moan. She fondled him, then bent down. Misao blushed despite herself. 

Aoshi felt Misao started to work on him by licking his member. She stroked him 
several times before finally sucking on him. He felt like he would explode. And 
later on, he did.

Misao drank in his essence, swallowing everything.  She looked up and saw 
Aoshi's glazed eyes staring at her. Without any warning, he reached down, 
grabbed her by the shoulders and slid her up. He rolled over so she was the one 
lying down.

"Yes, a fast learner indeed," he said hoarsely. "But Misao, remember. I'm still 
the teacher!"

"Then teach me..." she answered huskily.

Aoshi nudged her thighs open and lowered himself on her. His member once again 
brushed the entrance to her womanhood. And slowly, he slid inside her. She was 
so wet that he had to hold himself from plunging deep into her. 

Misao moaned as tiny bouts of electricity moved up her body. She wanted to feel 
more. She wrapped her legs  around his waist and moved her hips upward. She 
heard Aoshi moan himself.

"Misao, no..." he pleaded his control shattering. "I may hurt you..."

She kissed him to silence him.

"You can't do anything to hurt me," she said. "And you told me to trust you, 
didn't you?"

Aoshi looked at her lovingly. 

"Aishiteru yo," he said and he swiftly thrust into her, feeling her maidenhead 
broke. But Misao hardly felt any pain, she was more focused on the sensations he 
was bringing her. 

Aoshi moved. His lower body pumped, and Misao was meeting his every thrust with 
her own. At first they did it slowly, then their pace accelerated until they 
were giving it all their strength. Misao could feel every inch of his length as 
it slid in and out of her. Aoshi was almost losing it as her muscles wrapped 
around him, milking him. 

"Misao... you're so tight," Aoshi said, quite nearing it but still wasn't.

"It's not only me," she said, panting. "It's you. Aoshi-sama you're so..."

She screamed. Aoshi covered her mouth with his as his body too shook in ecstasy. 
He rolled her over again, still joined and put his arms around her, stilling her 
as she quivered.

Later, when they have somehow recovered...

"Wow!" she said.

"Very articulate Misao," he said, chuckling.

"Then how would you describe how that felt?" she pointed out.

"Magnificent, extraordinary, shattering..."

Misao giggled. 

"You really surprise me, with the amount of your vocabulary Aoshi-sama!"

"Ouch!" Aoshi pretended he was hurt. "Still Aoshi-sama?"

Misao smiled assuringly.

"That's only out of habit," she explained, tracing circles on his chest.

"So, what should I do to force that habit out of you?" he asked teasingly.

"I know." And Misao whispered her plan in his ear.

"Misao, YOU shock me!" he said, feigning surprise.

Misao laughed then squealed as she felt him awaken inside her. 

"But YOU are UP to it," she said straightening up to straddle him.

"Bad pun Misao, bad pun..."

"Oh..." she said, saying nothing more.

And they worked for their second release.

Later still...

This time the couple was in Aoshi's room, having discovered that the bathroom 
floor was really cold. Misao was in Aoshi's arms; both of them tired and spent. 
But before she could fall asleep, Misao whispered Aoshi's name.

"Huh?" he murmured.

"Let's go to the temple tomorrow," she said. "I need to make an offering."

"And why is that?" he said sleepily. 

"For the past few days, I've been praying to the gods for you to notice me. And 
they finally granted me my life-long wish." she said.

"Well, in that case, I have to make an offering too."

"And why?"

"Because it wasn't your wish that was granted. It was mine."

Misao looked at him with love in her eyes. Aoshi responded by kissing her.

"Aishiteru wa yo, anata," she said.

"Aishiteru yo, Misao-mine," he said.

And they finally drifted off to sleep.
*OWARI*