Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Curl ❯ Chapter 31

Sanosuke *thought* that all he had to do was get her something and that would sate her. And although the weasel seemed quite contented with her new glimmering toys, it looked like she was going to milk this for all this is worth. Not only had he done something wrong now, he'd "permanently traumatized to the point of irreversible damage," according to her. He had successfully marred her and any future relationships she would possibly have with either sex.

The fact that she said *that* traumatized *him*.

So here Sano was laying down again staring at the ceiling, in a worse way than he was before. Although Misao was *permitting* him to walk her to school to next day, he was on a strict probation. This he loosely translated as "no sex in the champagne room" - aka. anywhere within a ten mile radius. And actually, he could probably pull it off *outside* the ten mile radius mark… however, he didn't think it was worth risking 18 years of work.

'Work, that's what all this is now, 'cause she *had* to have been a girl…' he also concluded his life would have been a helluva lot easier had Misao been born a boy. Although then the alleged "he" would've just suggested that he were gay, and Sano having, without a shadow of a doubt, a reason to kill Soujirou. Not that he saw very much in his way right now…

It wasn't bad enough picturing guys all over Misao, but girls as well? He glanced down at his lap unappreciative of the fact that his parts were not paying attention to the parts that were supposed to be in control. Groaning inwardly, he covered himself from no one in particular with a pillow and tried not to think about what he knew he was going to dream about all. Night. Long.

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Misao, on the other hand, was snickering triumphantly. Outfitted in her pajamas, she had pulled the puppy's truck to sit at the side of the bed. (A mistake she will sourly regret once the puppy woke up, and after the puppy relieved itself rather stinkily onto the newspaper lining. At least she remembered to put it on the opposite side of the bed than the one she woke up on, saving her from stepping directly in it.) She had spent the last couple of minutes modeling her new gems in the mirror. Sano had forgotten that her ears weren't pierced, but he'll be paying for that soon enough.

It's not like she hadn't want them pierced before. Jiya just didn't appreciate the stylings of a twelve-year-old trying to pierce her own ears with kunai.

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Aoshi, in his private escalated reservoir from the madness of his roommates, was dreaming. He hadn't remembered exactly when the dream started, but he knew it was a dream. It was the kind that felt almost real, and it took you a minute to realize you weren't awake. He rarely dreamed, but when he did, the first thing he tried to do was read. Technically speaking, a person can interpret what is written on a page before them while dreaming… however, can't literally read it. Had something to do with left brain, right brain, but anyway, none of that was explaining the dream - soon to turn nightmare, he was having.

It began like most of his other dreams, where he climbed out of bed and went on going on about starting his day. However, he quickly discovered that Sano and Misao were both in his bathroom, making a mess. Because he knew full well Misao wouldn't dare - and Sano wouldn't if Aoshi were home - to enter his quarters, it had to be a dream. His second proof was when he forced himself to try and read the toothpaste tube in Misao's hand. She was wearing what very well may have been the shortest bath robe that he'd ever seen in his life, and it sure as hell wasn't working with his in-dream morning stiffy.

"Ne, Aoshi-nii'?" He internally winced. Even in a dream, Aoshi didn't like showing his emotions if he could possibly stand it. Perhaps that old man had instilled some superstitions in his young mind that he didn't realize, or mayhaps the Shinomori heir was paranoid as hell. Either way, the sound of Misao wearing that little, and calling him big-brother was not working for him right now. She sloshed a toothbrush around in her mouth, till a little stream of white foam began to drip down her chin. Aoshi could seriously give less of a damn of whatever Sano was doing right now.

Misao unceremoniously slurped up the offending droplet, and promptly spit into the sink. Aoshi watched each and every rivulet of water that clung to the curve of her chin as she splashed water in her mouth, which was lapping at the stream coming from the sink. He would have to remember to order a less phallic plumbing unit. It was then he noticed Sano who had noticed him.

"Oh, so you're hard too?" Aoshi was cursing in the back of his mind, as his face began to flush. Apparently not *all* his blood went down to his pants. This didn't compare to the "coming to school naked" dream. This was far, far more terrifying. He did *not* want to see Sanosuke with an erection, nor did he want Sanosuke to see *him* with one. Let alone over their mutual adoptive sister (and legal aunt). He felt himself falling towards the door frame, his hand clasping at it tightly, as he cradled his stomach with the other. He closed his eyes, shrouding the dream in darkness, trying to block it out and force himself awake.

There was her voice. Misao's voice whispering sultry in his ear, "…ne… Aoshi-sama…" her voice dipped to lower tones, as he could almost feel the tingling sensation of her fingertips over his shoulders. "… don't fall asleep on me now…"

His eyes snapped open, and actually widened to stare down into the pristine features of Misao in a little (too little) silk nightie. Sano was standing behind her, in nothing but a matching pair of silk boxers. Coincidentally, all of them were color coordinated; he glanced down to make sure he still had clothes on. Aoshi breathed a sigh of relief, hoping against hope that this would not be one of *those* dreams. But there she was, innocent and yet seductive, with her hands encircling his hips, while Sano's encircled hers…

He wanted to scream. He wanted to push them both away. This was just *wrong*. Sanosuke was his brother, his flesh and blood. Or at least half of him was, and there was no way anyone could have sex with half a person - otherwise Aoshi might've… "NO."

Misao and Sano didn't seem at all phased by the fact that Aoshi had basically screamed in both their faces.

"Ne, Aoshi-nii'… play with me…" she stuck out a pouty bottom lip, promptly licking the top one. Her head nuzzled into his chest, drawing him closer, and he could feel the heat of his body rise to melting. What was worse than this? Because there was something worse than this. There had to be. This was a nightmare.

Sano was standing behind her with his head thrown back, and his eyes closed. Aoshi was disgustingly focused on the bead of sweat that had drifted down the side of his face and was juggling off of Sano's adam's apple. Aoshi shut his eyes again, trying to move his legs. He couldn't. Glancing down fearfully, he noted that he was currently rooted into the floor. As in, he had no feet. His ankles just sat over the carpet, as if his feet were permanently embedded into it forever and ever. And just when he thought it couldn't get worse, he felt someone behind him.

He'd had sexually oriented dreams before, but none of them ever included… *him*. Aoshi physically shuddered, and dream-Misao apparently took this as a hint to press onward - and downward on his body. "Stop this madness right now! Do you hear me, Misao?! Sano stop her! Stop her now!" Aoshi could hear his voice echo into the bathroom. It sounded strange, mostly because he'd never heard it get so loud since he was a boy.

A new set of hands, effeminate hands wrapped their way around his shoulders. Aoshi found that his arms weren't moving either. But that was because he found they were chained to the door frame. Definitely not one of his normal sex dreams, although some of those consisted of chains, but *he* was never the one in them.

'Although,' he reasoned with himself, as the dream seemed to go on pause for several moments. 'My life as it's been has been a series of obstacles which in turn forced me to repress my true emotions and prevented me from forming any long-standing ties with anyone…' His mind went on a mild psychological rant, which he was finding some salvation in. The bathroom setting had begun to disappear, and he was about to see the light of day…

"It's not over yet, Aoshichi…" Aoshi involuntarily jerked and shuddered. 'No, not him. Please not him. Please. If you just don't look, he'll go away. He'll go away.' "Ne, it's been a while since we've shared a room, ne, Aoshichi? Too long…"

Could a person die in a dream? Aoshi was really wishing for his kodachi to manifest themselves in his hand *really* soon. He couldn't move. And Misao and Sano were… in front of him, practically on top of him… and Kamatari was… He shut his eyes tightly, 'Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind…' He tried to meditate, to escape this horrible dream. Misao, he could believe. Sano was just negative spill off that was always going to be associated with Misao. 'Masaka, those two can't really be…' Aoshi didn't want to open his eyes just then, because he didn't want to see the two of them making out in front of his eyes, let alone, pressed up against his chest.

If he wasn't so concerned with the girly man whose hand was currently petting his thighs, he would've almost been offended by the fact that his brother and *their* AUNT… he calmly kept repeating in his head over and over… were treating him like a wall to be pressed up against. He shut his eyes tightly, trying again to break free and wake up.

It had always worked before, the harder he thought the faster he woke up. His logic always broke him free of fantasy, because it required a different side of the brain to awaken, thus, awakening him. 'Okay, focus. Sano is only here because Misao is here. I have no sexual inclinations towards my own brother. His association with me is biological, therefore, I can address him mentally in a biological fashion. He is a product of illicit sex; therefore him having elicit sex is justifiable…'

The touches he was feeling he knew weren't real. They didn't feel like skin against skin, but just clusters of nerves all centered around each fingertip that he concocted in his sick and twisted perverted mind. He would need to go back to therapy after this.

'Fuck.' He knew what happened every time he thought that in a dream. Always it happened, every single time. He would open his eyes involuntarily, and *she* would be there. And there she was, Sanjou-san, in all her child-molesting glory. And she was with… "SEIJURO?! What the hell are you doing here?! The rest I get but…" Aoshi quickly caught his tongue, while all occupants of the room then looked up at him funnily as if he'd just said we've all landed on Mars, please keep your hands and feet inside the spaceship.

"Of course he's here, Aoshi-sama… He's here for me," dream-Misao giggled and purred as Sano stepped aside and evaporated into steam, while Hiko took his place. At this point, Aoshi was fighting violently against his bonds, and Kamatari, who was… amusing himself with Aoshi's other parts. "Aren't you Hiko-sama?"

That tears it. The only person she could call "-sama" anything was *him*, dammit. And why the hell was Sanjou-san holding a camera?

As random as that thought was, it was true in his mind. Dream-Hiko smiled and posed in an overdramatic pornographic way, as did Misao between them. There was no way in hell Aoshi was going to follow suite.

What eventually did wake him up, however, was not his own sheer force of will. It was not the imaginary hot flesh he felt at the back of his thigh. It was not the mounting moaning or groaning, or the camera flash.

It was the sudden vision that formed above them. No one else seemed to see the cloud that floated in, or the way the ceiling disappeared. It was only Aoshi now, although he could still hear all the audio as if it were playing on "loop." Blues and whites swirled overhead, until one image manifested itself. One he hadn't seen in a long… long time.

A picture from his parent's wedding.

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Aoshi jerked away, panting and shivering, bathed in his own sweat. He turned towards the window, clinging to his sheets for dear life. It was still dark out and it was yet time for him to wake, but he sure as *hell* wasn't going back to sleep after that. Perhaps never. Ever. Again. 'Note to self: brush up on knowledge of the Oedipus Rex complex.'

The last note of his dream established one thing true in his mind and heart. All of that was a lie. Every last bit of it. It was an illusion, as his parents' relationship had been. None of it would ever come to pass, or work even if it did, even… Even Misao… wanting him. For some reason, this didn't make him feel *that* much better. He sighed inwardly, reluctantly peeling his sweat-sheered body from his bed linens… and dragging his ass out of bed.

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Author's Note:

::points:: See? Kamatari! See see! ^_^; I wanted to put him in soon anyway, but y'see I remembered to take my crack this morning, so I dreamed *that* up. ::points s'more:: Yes, this is total fluff. It's just kind of an interlude between the 'Sano's Indiscretion' arc in the story and… well, the next one. ^_^; Plus, I've been feeling silly lately. Can you believe I'm only on their fourth or fifth day? o.O;