Sex and Sashimi
By Hikaru

Ship(s): Aoshi/Misao

Summary: Spying can lead to other things...

Prologue: To Catch A Former Okashira

"I'm going with you." It wasn't a request, or a demand. It was a command. I looked up his towering figure, my eyes locking onto his. "You're taking me with you."

"No, I am not," he said flatly, tying the sash around his gi. "And that is final, Misao. It is too dangerous for you to come along."

Folding my arms across my chest, I narrowed my eyes at him as he turned away from me. "I am your superior!" I yelled back. "So whether you like it or not, I'm going with you." Very mature of me, I know.

Aoshi-sama turned to me, his eyes flashing. Aggravation, anger, emotions you didn't normally see in his eyes. "No," he said sharply as he walked over to me. He stopped only inches away from my body, driving my sense of smell insane. Aoshi-sama does have the most intoxicating scent. He smells like a mix of summer breezes and green tea. I absolutely love it. It was one of his more... attracting features-- other than the obvious, of course. Looking down on me, his eyes were narrowed and very serious. "You are not coming, Misao."

For a moment I stood there, letting him think that I gave up. Then, with a fox smile, I yelled, "JIYA!"

The old man came hurriedly into the room. His eyes were filled with panic, "What? What is it, Misao?" Perhaps I had screamed a little too loud...

Resorting to five-year-old tactics, I gave a big pouty lip and said, "Aoshi-sama won't let me go with him. Please explain to him that I am now the Okashira, and he has to do what I tell him."

Both Aoshi-sama and Jiya gave me an annoyed look. Being Okashira didn't mean I had to start being mature about things did it? With all the stress the job came with, I had to relieve it somehow. Going back to acting like a child was a great way-- because little Misao...

"She's right, you know, Aoshi."

... always got her way.

"So that settles it, I'm coming with you." Aoshi-sama swore under his breath as a bright smile formed on my lips. I didn't really care that he was annoyed. The fact that we would be together, alone, on a mission for a few days in Kobe. Romantic, or not, it was still time with Aoshi-sama that I didn't usually get. I would have to make sure that he also didn't find where the temples were so he wouldn't just hide out there in the day and spy at night. I was going to spend time with HIM, damnit. If I had to chain him to the floor, we were going to speak more than ten words to each other. Hm. Not a bad idea actually. The thought of Aoshi-sama chained actually was quite intriguing. Bad Misao! Bad! Naughty thoughts!

"Get your things," he said harshly, shooing both Jiya and I out of his room with one swift arm motion.

Jiya looked to me, as I was still grinning like a fox. He shook his head and sighed, "But just because you were right, doesn't mean you should go with him. He was right when he said it would be dangerous."

"Yeah well, you also told me it might be dangerous to fall in love with Aoshi-sama... and look where that got me," I retorted.

Letting out a hardy laugh, Jiya patted my back hard. "Too true, Misao. Too true." Then, turning his parental mode on, he pulled me in close, and whispered to me, "You will be careful, won't you?"

"Jiiiiiiiya," I whined.

"I'm serious, Misao. The last thing I want to do for the next week is worry about you."

I sniffed loudly, pretending to cry, "And here I thought you loved me." I playfully punched him on the arm, "You know nothing's going to happen to me. I can protect myself. And if not, Aoshi-sama will be there."

"It's not from that sort of danger that I want you to be weary of," Jiya said, his voice turning fatherly. "I don't want you to do anything foolish to make Aoshi-sama uncomfortable. I know how you feel about him, but he--"

Closing my eyes, I let out a loud sigh, "Hasn't done anything to show he requites my feelings. I know, I know, Jiya." His eyes were still locked onto me, making me shift where I stood. "I promise I won't try to kidnap Aoshi-sama and try to make him my love slave or anything like that, okay Jiya? Rest assured, I'll keep my lust in check."

"I can hear you two talking," Aoshi-sama's voice called through the wall.

My face flushed to match the color of my sash.

To Be Continued...

This fiction was written for entertainment purposes only. The characters of Rurouni Kenshin belong to Watsuki-san. Standard disclaimers apply.