Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Affairs ❯ Dangerous Complacency ( Chapter 6 )

Revised... I noticed that i had not proofed it well, so i changed a few things... Thanks also to arashi... :D Duke of spades--- I will try to update asap :) Yes, tsuki-san honey, you are quite an influence on my cliffies hehehe you bad girl you!!! *blows you a flying kiss* ;)

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Internal Affairs

Chapter 6 - Dangerous Complacency

Aoshi woke up to a blissfully sleeping Misao tangled in his arms and sheets. It was already dawn of Sunday morning, and for once in his entire professional life, he dreaded going back to the office. The weekend had proved that he needed her--- and that was a weakness he could admit only to the darkest corners of his head. He absent mindedly stroked her body, and grinned as she murmured in her sleep something about not wanting to wake up just to wash the dishes.

What the hell am I going to do with you, Misao?

He frowned, then composed his face to his usual stern, look. The façade fell after a few seconds. Thank God I'm the only one who saw that. I'd lose my credibility with other people if they saw my aura fall, even for just a split second.

Business and Personal. Personal and Business. Time had proved again and again that it was a disaster. But he wasn't going to give up Misao for now. For how long and how hard it would have to be, he didn't know. He stared long and hard at her peacefully sleeping form and stroked her, willing his thoughts to run away and let sex take over.

Fortunately for him, he soon forgot everything as he buried himself in Misao's sleepy but welcoming response.

Too bad he didn't foresee just how prophetic his earlier musings on their affair was.

-o-

Should I tell him?

It was Sunday morning, time for their wonderful weekend to come to a close. Misao stared at the walk in closet mirrors, debating whether now was the right time to tell him the secret she was hiding for herself. 'The secret' which could forever change their lives if it ever came out. But she would rather be burned at stake before she told him the reason why every time he asked about her personal life, she was vague and blank. The reason why she would rather fuck him senseless than fall for him. It was too much of a responsibility to bear. She would never give that to him.

BRRRINGGGG!!!

"Pizza's here! I'll get it!" Misao shouted to Aoshi who was in the bathroom.

The doorbell chimed again as Misao raced down the stairs, pulling one of Aoshi's shirts over her, the hem reaching almost to her knees. It was already past noon and her stomach was grumbling, as she hadn't eaten anything for breakfast. Before reaching the door she surveyed herself in a decorative mirror to see if she was decent enough for the pizza boy, and seeing how long the shirt was, made an unkind remark to herself about her height and proceeded to open it.

It certainly wasn't the pizza boy.

-o-

Stunned lavender eyes raked Misao over from head to foot, taking in the oversized grey shirt he knew was Aoshi's.

"Mr. Himura." Misao could not say anything else in her paralyzed shock at opening the door to Kenshin Himura and an elegantly pretty lady she assumed was his wife. It didn't help that the words 'sex toy' was written in bold, capital print on the front of the particular shirt she was wearing, a shirt that she and Aoshi had been laughing about earlier that day as she found it in his cabinet. The funny story of how he had bought it on a dare in his college days and worn it for a day faded away in her mind as she only bowed her head so low in shame, her unbound hair nearly reaching the floor.

Kenshin strode past the girl into the house in angry, purposeful strides. His mind was focused on one thought--- he was going to kill his partner.

"AOSHI!!! AOSHI COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!" He roared, making the ceiling shudder with his voice.

"Mr. Himura, I can explain---" Misao hurried after him, but her desperate attempt at trying to calm him down failed miserably as Kenshin gave her a cutting stare with amber eyes.

"I suggest, Misao, that you dress yourself properly and take your leave. Any other words from you would just dig your grave deeper." Kenshin said in an unnaturally soft voice, but enough to make her jump to his bidding. Misao turned tail and ran, gulping down the sobs threatening to consume her. She bumped into Aoshi coming down the stairs, but didn't give him a second look. Don't cry don't cry don't cry…

"What the f---" Aoshi didn't have time to finish his sentence before Kenshin was all over him.

"What the hell is she doing here?! I never thought you'd be the one consorting with the staff, yet here you are, you arrogant sonofabitch and you think you could get away with it?! So how long have you been fucking her?!" Kenshin shouted at him.

"I seem to recall that this is my house, not yours. Stay out of it." Aoshi replied mildly, but turned hard, glittering eyes at his friend. What in the world?! We're two consenting adults so what the hell is wrong with that?!

"I trusted you! You know her grandfather, he helped us put our company on the map! And this is how we repay him?! You, my partner, my cousin in law and my most trusted friend," He sneered at the word, "decided to have a little adult fun with his only GRANDAUGHTER?! She isn't one of your sophisticated girlfriends, isn't some fly-by-night whore off the street, you… you…" Kenshin was fuming again, at a loss for more angry words.

Aoshi's eyes widened at the information. "She's Okina's cherished granddaughter?" He asked, his eyes widening at the information. Okina was the proud owner of the powerful restaurant chain Aioya, the mentor who helped them out when they were just starting to take off on their own. Even now, when their business had grown into astronomical proportions, one word from him could kill any business ventures that they had in the future. On the other hand, a part of him felt deadened. Misao, in the long time that they had the affair, never trusted him enough to tell him about it. He sure as hell wouldn't have touched her if he knew. But a small, rebellious part of him asked himself if it would have really held him back. His inner self grimaced at the insight.

"I never knew." He said softly.

Kenshin stopped short at the defeated tone. He had never heard this from Aoshi, the ice block. "You'll have to ask her to resign, you know. Once word of this gets out and turns into a bloody mess, she will never be hired anywhere halfway decent. Do the right thing, Aoshi. Don't use her. You will damn us all if you don't." Kenshin pleaded now, thinking clearly of the future of the company.

I can't. I need… Aoshi never said his thoughts out loud, but his whole body tensed at the logical request Kenshin was forcing him to realize. How could he ever let her go?

In the pregnant pause that followed, he was dimly aware of Misao fleeing from his house as he heard her soft, fast steps leading to the front door.

Another solution came to mind and a colorless cold settled in on his bones. It was something he truly despised but the alternative was even more dreadful for him. There was a storm brewing, and the weekend was only the lull before all hell hit.

The tension in the room was so palpable it could be cut with a knife.

Simple?

It was one damn complicated mess.