If you ever throw kunai at me again, Misao-mine, I'll spank you.
Aoshi's calm words ran through Misao's mind as she watched him pull her kunai from the doorframe, where it was lodged only a few inches away from his face. Holding it up for her examination, he cocked his head questioningly, raising one eyebrow as the question mark.
"Eeto..." She hadn't meant to do it, really she hadn't. She was throwing them at the door, yes; two-weeks new husbands should not leave their wives sitting at home waiting for them. The problem was, well... she hadn't expected him to come through the door at precisely the same moment she chose to vent some frustration. "I can explain, Aoshi-sama..."
His mouth twitched at the corner, almost a smile. "Mmm." He tucked the kunai into his belt, and began striding purposefully toward her. "Misao-mine?" he asked conversationally, "Do you remember the first promise I ever made you?"
Misao smiled brightly, nodded once, and took off at a run. She raced through the living room where the rest of the oniwabanshuu were eating dinner. They looked up in surprise, then turned inquiring gazes on Aoshi when he calmly walked into the room. He shrugged, hands in pockets, and calmly followed Misao out the other door. Intrigued, Okon, Omasu and Okina scrambled to chase after him.
Aoshi caught up with Misao just as she was about to race up the stairs. "Aoshi-samaaa!" she shrieked as he tossed her over his shoulder and started up them himself, his arms locked securely around her legs. Pushing away from his back -- absent-mindedly admiring the muscles under her palms and the way his trousers fit so well -- she blew her hair out of her face and shouted at the bystanders for help.
Okina was openly laughing, Okon was trying to hide her giggles behind her hand, and Omasu was biting her lip.
"It's not funny!" Misao yelled, the sound turning particularly strident as Aoshi landed a swat on her behind. "Aoshi-sama!" The awkwardness of her position suddenly drove itself home as her spine protested being bent that way, and she let herself flop down against his back once more. The new vantage point gave her an idea for retaliation, and reaching out she swatted him back.
Aoshi didn't pause for even a second. "Keep it up Misao-mine," he warned, "and you might get more than you bargained for."
Misao huffed in annoyance, awkwardly folding her arms across his back and resting her chin against them. She directed mournful looks at those watching below until Aoshi turned the corner. As one, Okon, Omasu and Okina leaned forward at the foot of the stairs, straining to hear what was happening above.
A shriek.
A deep-throated laugh.
A giggle.
A moan.
And long moments later, an extremely contented, "Oooooh, Aoshi-sama!"
Naked, breathless, and snugly wrapped in her husband's arms, Misao teased his nose with the remains of her sash. "I thought you were going to spank me."
"Aa. I decided this might leave a more lasting impression."
"Mmm." Nuzzling his throat she giggled, her voice muffled as she observed, "I think I'll throw kunai at you daily."
"That's not," he gasped as she bit his earlobe, "the impression I was hoping for."
Another giggle as one finger traced his ear, followed by a breathy whisper: "But I like what you did to me, Aoshi-sama!"
He shifted against her, whispering in return: "Shikashi, Misao-mine... I can be much, much better if I'm not fearing for my life and extremities."
Shifting against her he proceeded to demonstrate... and the demonstration lasted for some time. When it was over, Misao snuggled her head in his neck to confide, "I think... I'm going to give my kunai to Shiro."
And Aoshi's laughter rang throughout the Aoiya.
I know, I know -- sketchy, and there are some inconsistencies. Daijoubu, this will be getting revised... as soon as I have time. But I thought maybe it was still good for a laugh as-is.
Komagata Yumi
yumi@sekihara.dreamhost.com
June 21, 1999