Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ The Unexpected ❯ Chapter 4
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By: deadlydiva 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.26.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.26.2005 | Updated On: 08.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Aoshi looked about the business he just entered. He now realized why Kaoru and the girl at the corner snickered when he mentioned the address. One of them could have told him that he was walking into an establishment that specialized in the degradation and exploitation of the female form. Aoshi looked around to see just how bad this strip club was. The ratio of security personnel to patron was impressive. There was a respectable distance between the stage and the nearest drunken slob. Wait, there were no drunken slobs. Aoshi noticed that some people were visibly intoxicated, but none were drunk enough to be belligerent.
Aoshi considered walking out. He had pride, morals and standards. He had high standards. Ethically, he could not study great female leaders and their contributions to what is known as civilization and work at the Blu Flayme. A slight cramping of Aoshi’s abdominal region caused the principled young man to rethink his mental rantings. Morals were great, but they would not fill his belly.
Aoshi slowly approached the bar. It had been so long since he was around so much alcohol. Aoshi swore off all manner of strong drink after a party his roommate brought him to freshman year. He didn’t remember much of that night. The only clear memory he had was waking up naked on the couch of his shared apartment.
Aoshi looked at his watch and sighed. It was a quarter after nine. He detested being late. The bartender seemed occupied with a couple of the girls who had graced the stage earlier.
“Excuse me.” Aoshi attempted to wave down the bartender. “Excuse me!”
“Well look what we have here. I never thought I’d see you here.”
* * * * *
Misao paced the floor looking for a customer in need of a fresh drink. The night was unusually slow. It wasn’t dead by any stretch of the imagination, but Misao was accustomed to barely being able to make her way through the crowd. There was a healthy amount of people enjoying the show, but only a handful of regulars surrounded the stage. That wasn’t going to do Misao any good. She needed them to drink, not to stare at Megumi as she gyrated across the stage. As the music faded, she began her search anew. Misao could see a middle aged man looking about. She made a beeline for the thirsty patron before another waitress could make a move.
“What can I get you?” Misao held a palm-sized notebook in her hand.
“I’ll take a house draft.”
She nodded as she scribbled the order down. Misao looked over the man’s slightly balding head. She could see Megumi walking the floor after her set. The pasties and thong that she wore during her routine were replaced with a shimmery red midriff baring halter top and black shorts that left the bottom half of her buttocks exposed. As she walked, Megumi collected tips that the men weren’t able to give her during the performance. She made stripping seem like such a noble profession. Megumi nodded, smiled and graciously thanked the patrons for their support.
Megumi stopped suddenly at the bar. Misao could see her throw her head back, a sure sign that she was cackling in some poor man’s ear. Megumi took a step to the side. Misao saw her dark stranger standing scandalously close to Takani Megumi. Megumi’s hand was on his shoulder, like they were more than casually familiar.
Misao’s brow furrowed as she watched the exchange between the two. She huffed, reasoning that she had no legitimate reason to be upset. She didn’t even know his name.
“Excuse miss. Are you going to get my beer?”
Misao’s train of thought had effectively been broken. She smiled meekly at her customer. “Right away.”
* * * * *
“Megumi, what are you doing here?” The sight of his roommate’s girlfriend in such a state of undress brought a slight blush to Aoshi’s cheeks.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Aoshi fished the classified section of out his jean pocket yet again.
“I see. You’re here for the head of security job.” Megumi placed her hand on Aoshi’s shoulder as she leaned into him. As he shrugged her away, she laughed. Aoshi never did like people touching him.
“Head of security?” Aoshi scratched his head. He was only going to be in town for nine months at the most. Aoshi felt that it would not be right to take such a position knowing that he did not plan to stay long. “This isn’t going to work.”
“What isn’t going to work?”
Aoshi looked over to see a woman in a yellow kimono. He sighed. “I came here to apply for the security position, but Megumi just told me that it’s for the head of security. I’m a student on an extended break. It would not be fair to take such a job when I’m only here for a short time.”
The woman sat on a barstool next to Aoshi. She cut her eyes toward Megumi. Megumi simply nodded and continued her walk about the club.
“So are you from around here?”
Aoshi remained silent. Whoever this woman was, he did not feel compelled to speak to her.
“I see, the strong silent type.” She placed her hand on Aoshi’s shoulder, similar to the way Megumi did. “Let’s see if a drink will loosen you up. Chou! Let me get two kamikazes.”
“No thank you.” Aoshi quickly blurted out.
“So you do speak.” The woman raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t drink,” Aoshi stated matter-of-factly.
“You don’t drink?”
“No. I have no tolerance for alcohol.”
“I see.” She stood up. Though she only came up to Aoshi’s chest, something about this woman made him uneasy. She unzipped his jacket and ran her hands across his chest. An appreciative moan was heard. She licked her lips slowly, like a predator who successfully snared its prey.
Aoshi found himself frozen in place. His mind was screaming to run, but his body would not comply. This woman’s brazen acts had effectively disabled every defense he had. Yet he wasn’t aroused, he was perturbed.
“Kamatari, how many times do I have to tell you not to molest the customers?” Misao approached Kamatari and adjusted his kimono. There was not the slightest hint of remorse in his eyes. He rather enjoyed feeling up unsuspecting young men. “At least make sure everything is in place. You don’t want to give the man a heart attack, do you?”
Misao grabbed the beer that she was waiting for and walked away.
Aoshi eyed the diminutive woman carefully. She was the same one who had given him directions earlier. Her petite frame, though not as curvy as Megumi’s, was enough to keep his attention in her short pleated skirt and form fitting tank top. Aoshi found himself wondering how she kept her balance while walking in such high heels. The sway of her hips was hypnotic; he couldn’t look away.
“Her name is Misao.”
“Huh?” Aoshi did not like the fact that his attentions had been diverted.
“That girl, her name is Misao.” Kamatari reached behind the bar and retrieved a pad with applications on it. “Fill this out. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh my. You must think I’m quite rude. I am Honjou Kamatari. I own the Blu Flayme.” Kamatari turned to walk away, but stopped after taking a few steps. He looked over his shoulder. Aoshi seemed dumbstruck.
“Hey handsome, fill out the application. We’ll see if there is a way to come to a mutually beneficial understanding.” Kamatari winked and went off in search of his favorite waitress.
Aoshi stared at the application. Kamatari had just heard that he was not willing to make a long-term commitment to the job, and still insisted that he complete the application. He pulled a pen out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket, figuring it could not hurt. The worst that could happen was that Kamatari would turn him down.
As Aoshi busied himself writing his full name and any aliases, a glass slid in front of him. He looked up to see a tall blond man with a painful hairstyle standing in front of him.
“I don’t drink.”
“I heard. It’s cranberry juice, neat.”
Aoshi reached in his pocket to pay for the non-alcoholic beverage, but the bartender shook his head.
“It’s on the house.” He gathered a couple of empty glasses that had been abandoned on the bar. “All employees drink free, even if it is just cranberry juice.”
“I think you have made a mistake.”
Chou held up his hand. “Listen, Kamatari does not give out applications. Anyone who has been told to fill out the app has the job if they want it.”
He roughly wiped his hands on the apron that adorned his waist. Once dry, Chou extended his right hand to Aoshi. “Welcome to the Blu Flayme. The name’s Chou.”
Aoshi shook Chou’s hand. It was obvious all the blow-drying had affected the lanky bartender’s brain. “Shinomori Aoshi.”
“You might want to fill the rest of that out. We need someplace to send your remains.”
Aoshi shot a confused look at Chou.
“You mean you haven’t noticed -- never mind. You’ll see soon enough.”
Aoshi felt a slender arm snake around his waist.
“Have you finished filling it out yet? I want to show you a few things.”
Aoshi could feel his skin crawling as he heard Chou choke down a laugh. He may not have known what to expect when he entered the Blu Flayme, but being sexually assaulted definitely did not cross his mind. Aoshi tried to put some space between he and Kamatari, but the gap disappeared quickly. He soon noticed that a hand that had been still near his knee was gradually traveling upward. His mind was reeling at the raunchy behavior of the club owner. Aoshi’s face betrayed none of the disorientation that was threatening to overtake him.
Chou admired Aoshi’s resolve. The other applicants were either in hysterics or trying to get Kamatari in an empty stock room at this point in the game. Aoshi merely stood still as if nothing were happening. Kamatari nearly had little Aoshi in the palm of her hand when Chou intervened.
“Boss man, I think he’s had enough.”
Aoshi’s left eyebrow twitched slightly. Certainly he had heard wrong. Chou was just one of those people who called everyone man. There was no way that Kamatari wasn’t a woman. There was no way that he had just been molested by a man.
“Hmpf.” Kamatari folded his arms across his chest. Aoshi took a moment to look at Kamatari. She had a really strong jaw, but some women take after their fathers. It proves nothing. Letting his eyes travel lower, he saw a slight bulge at Kamatari’s throat. Aoshi rationalized that Kamatari must have a cold, thus explaining the lump in the throat and the raspy voice.
“Didn’t I tell you to put that thing away?!” Misao leaned over the bar near Aoshi to grab a couple of napkins. Yahiko managed to splash Misao with his rum and Coke.
As Kamatari readjusted his kimono, Aoshi saw him tuck something away. His left eyebrow twitched again. He had just been violated by a man. Aoshi could feel the bile traveling up his throat. He did the only thing that he could do to prevent an awkward scene…
Misao felt her body being turned around. In a matter of seconds, she found herself face to chest with her stranger, the same stranger that was quite cozy with Megumi not too long ago.
“What do you --” Misao’s tirade was cut short by a pair of lips covering her own. Aoshi’s arms has rendered her immobile. She opened her mouth to protest, but found that her stranger was not only handsome and spontaneous, but also opportunistic. Aoshi’s tongue slipped in to deepen the kiss, with no objection from Misao. Then, just a suddenly as it began, it was over.
“I’m sorry.” As he pulled away, Aoshi realized who he kissed. Lowering his head, he quickly zipped up his jacket and made a swift exit, leaving Misao and Kamatari wanting more.
Misao leaned against the bar. She could not remember the last time a man left her breathless. It was like a switch had been thrown in her brain. Her heart was racing and she could still feel his arms around her, so warm, so strong. “Damn, who was he?”
Kamatari picked up the application Aoshi left behind. “Shinomori Aoshi, the Blu Flayme’s new head of security.”
Aoshi considered walking out. He had pride, morals and standards. He had high standards. Ethically, he could not study great female leaders and their contributions to what is known as civilization and work at the Blu Flayme. A slight cramping of Aoshi’s abdominal region caused the principled young man to rethink his mental rantings. Morals were great, but they would not fill his belly.
Aoshi slowly approached the bar. It had been so long since he was around so much alcohol. Aoshi swore off all manner of strong drink after a party his roommate brought him to freshman year. He didn’t remember much of that night. The only clear memory he had was waking up naked on the couch of his shared apartment.
Aoshi looked at his watch and sighed. It was a quarter after nine. He detested being late. The bartender seemed occupied with a couple of the girls who had graced the stage earlier.
“Excuse me.” Aoshi attempted to wave down the bartender. “Excuse me!”
“Well look what we have here. I never thought I’d see you here.”
* * * * *
Misao paced the floor looking for a customer in need of a fresh drink. The night was unusually slow. It wasn’t dead by any stretch of the imagination, but Misao was accustomed to barely being able to make her way through the crowd. There was a healthy amount of people enjoying the show, but only a handful of regulars surrounded the stage. That wasn’t going to do Misao any good. She needed them to drink, not to stare at Megumi as she gyrated across the stage. As the music faded, she began her search anew. Misao could see a middle aged man looking about. She made a beeline for the thirsty patron before another waitress could make a move.
“What can I get you?” Misao held a palm-sized notebook in her hand.
“I’ll take a house draft.”
She nodded as she scribbled the order down. Misao looked over the man’s slightly balding head. She could see Megumi walking the floor after her set. The pasties and thong that she wore during her routine were replaced with a shimmery red midriff baring halter top and black shorts that left the bottom half of her buttocks exposed. As she walked, Megumi collected tips that the men weren’t able to give her during the performance. She made stripping seem like such a noble profession. Megumi nodded, smiled and graciously thanked the patrons for their support.
Megumi stopped suddenly at the bar. Misao could see her throw her head back, a sure sign that she was cackling in some poor man’s ear. Megumi took a step to the side. Misao saw her dark stranger standing scandalously close to Takani Megumi. Megumi’s hand was on his shoulder, like they were more than casually familiar.
Misao’s brow furrowed as she watched the exchange between the two. She huffed, reasoning that she had no legitimate reason to be upset. She didn’t even know his name.
“Excuse miss. Are you going to get my beer?”
Misao’s train of thought had effectively been broken. She smiled meekly at her customer. “Right away.”
* * * * *
“Megumi, what are you doing here?” The sight of his roommate’s girlfriend in such a state of undress brought a slight blush to Aoshi’s cheeks.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Aoshi fished the classified section of out his jean pocket yet again.
“I see. You’re here for the head of security job.” Megumi placed her hand on Aoshi’s shoulder as she leaned into him. As he shrugged her away, she laughed. Aoshi never did like people touching him.
“Head of security?” Aoshi scratched his head. He was only going to be in town for nine months at the most. Aoshi felt that it would not be right to take such a position knowing that he did not plan to stay long. “This isn’t going to work.”
“What isn’t going to work?”
Aoshi looked over to see a woman in a yellow kimono. He sighed. “I came here to apply for the security position, but Megumi just told me that it’s for the head of security. I’m a student on an extended break. It would not be fair to take such a job when I’m only here for a short time.”
The woman sat on a barstool next to Aoshi. She cut her eyes toward Megumi. Megumi simply nodded and continued her walk about the club.
“So are you from around here?”
Aoshi remained silent. Whoever this woman was, he did not feel compelled to speak to her.
“I see, the strong silent type.” She placed her hand on Aoshi’s shoulder, similar to the way Megumi did. “Let’s see if a drink will loosen you up. Chou! Let me get two kamikazes.”
“No thank you.” Aoshi quickly blurted out.
“So you do speak.” The woman raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t drink,” Aoshi stated matter-of-factly.
“You don’t drink?”
“No. I have no tolerance for alcohol.”
“I see.” She stood up. Though she only came up to Aoshi’s chest, something about this woman made him uneasy. She unzipped his jacket and ran her hands across his chest. An appreciative moan was heard. She licked her lips slowly, like a predator who successfully snared its prey.
Aoshi found himself frozen in place. His mind was screaming to run, but his body would not comply. This woman’s brazen acts had effectively disabled every defense he had. Yet he wasn’t aroused, he was perturbed.
“Kamatari, how many times do I have to tell you not to molest the customers?” Misao approached Kamatari and adjusted his kimono. There was not the slightest hint of remorse in his eyes. He rather enjoyed feeling up unsuspecting young men. “At least make sure everything is in place. You don’t want to give the man a heart attack, do you?”
Misao grabbed the beer that she was waiting for and walked away.
Aoshi eyed the diminutive woman carefully. She was the same one who had given him directions earlier. Her petite frame, though not as curvy as Megumi’s, was enough to keep his attention in her short pleated skirt and form fitting tank top. Aoshi found himself wondering how she kept her balance while walking in such high heels. The sway of her hips was hypnotic; he couldn’t look away.
“Her name is Misao.”
“Huh?” Aoshi did not like the fact that his attentions had been diverted.
“That girl, her name is Misao.” Kamatari reached behind the bar and retrieved a pad with applications on it. “Fill this out. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh my. You must think I’m quite rude. I am Honjou Kamatari. I own the Blu Flayme.” Kamatari turned to walk away, but stopped after taking a few steps. He looked over his shoulder. Aoshi seemed dumbstruck.
“Hey handsome, fill out the application. We’ll see if there is a way to come to a mutually beneficial understanding.” Kamatari winked and went off in search of his favorite waitress.
Aoshi stared at the application. Kamatari had just heard that he was not willing to make a long-term commitment to the job, and still insisted that he complete the application. He pulled a pen out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket, figuring it could not hurt. The worst that could happen was that Kamatari would turn him down.
As Aoshi busied himself writing his full name and any aliases, a glass slid in front of him. He looked up to see a tall blond man with a painful hairstyle standing in front of him.
“I don’t drink.”
“I heard. It’s cranberry juice, neat.”
Aoshi reached in his pocket to pay for the non-alcoholic beverage, but the bartender shook his head.
“It’s on the house.” He gathered a couple of empty glasses that had been abandoned on the bar. “All employees drink free, even if it is just cranberry juice.”
“I think you have made a mistake.”
Chou held up his hand. “Listen, Kamatari does not give out applications. Anyone who has been told to fill out the app has the job if they want it.”
He roughly wiped his hands on the apron that adorned his waist. Once dry, Chou extended his right hand to Aoshi. “Welcome to the Blu Flayme. The name’s Chou.”
Aoshi shook Chou’s hand. It was obvious all the blow-drying had affected the lanky bartender’s brain. “Shinomori Aoshi.”
“You might want to fill the rest of that out. We need someplace to send your remains.”
Aoshi shot a confused look at Chou.
“You mean you haven’t noticed -- never mind. You’ll see soon enough.”
Aoshi felt a slender arm snake around his waist.
“Have you finished filling it out yet? I want to show you a few things.”
Aoshi could feel his skin crawling as he heard Chou choke down a laugh. He may not have known what to expect when he entered the Blu Flayme, but being sexually assaulted definitely did not cross his mind. Aoshi tried to put some space between he and Kamatari, but the gap disappeared quickly. He soon noticed that a hand that had been still near his knee was gradually traveling upward. His mind was reeling at the raunchy behavior of the club owner. Aoshi’s face betrayed none of the disorientation that was threatening to overtake him.
Chou admired Aoshi’s resolve. The other applicants were either in hysterics or trying to get Kamatari in an empty stock room at this point in the game. Aoshi merely stood still as if nothing were happening. Kamatari nearly had little Aoshi in the palm of her hand when Chou intervened.
“Boss man, I think he’s had enough.”
Aoshi’s left eyebrow twitched slightly. Certainly he had heard wrong. Chou was just one of those people who called everyone man. There was no way that Kamatari wasn’t a woman. There was no way that he had just been molested by a man.
“Hmpf.” Kamatari folded his arms across his chest. Aoshi took a moment to look at Kamatari. She had a really strong jaw, but some women take after their fathers. It proves nothing. Letting his eyes travel lower, he saw a slight bulge at Kamatari’s throat. Aoshi rationalized that Kamatari must have a cold, thus explaining the lump in the throat and the raspy voice.
“Didn’t I tell you to put that thing away?!” Misao leaned over the bar near Aoshi to grab a couple of napkins. Yahiko managed to splash Misao with his rum and Coke.
As Kamatari readjusted his kimono, Aoshi saw him tuck something away. His left eyebrow twitched again. He had just been violated by a man. Aoshi could feel the bile traveling up his throat. He did the only thing that he could do to prevent an awkward scene…
Misao felt her body being turned around. In a matter of seconds, she found herself face to chest with her stranger, the same stranger that was quite cozy with Megumi not too long ago.
“What do you --” Misao’s tirade was cut short by a pair of lips covering her own. Aoshi’s arms has rendered her immobile. She opened her mouth to protest, but found that her stranger was not only handsome and spontaneous, but also opportunistic. Aoshi’s tongue slipped in to deepen the kiss, with no objection from Misao. Then, just a suddenly as it began, it was over.
“I’m sorry.” As he pulled away, Aoshi realized who he kissed. Lowering his head, he quickly zipped up his jacket and made a swift exit, leaving Misao and Kamatari wanting more.
Misao leaned against the bar. She could not remember the last time a man left her breathless. It was like a switch had been thrown in her brain. Her heart was racing and she could still feel his arms around her, so warm, so strong. “Damn, who was he?”
Kamatari picked up the application Aoshi left behind. “Shinomori Aoshi, the Blu Flayme’s new head of security.”