Author: YourSecret'sOut

Title: Accidentally In Love

SPEAKING "..."

THOUGHTS '...'

ITALICS DREAM/PAST SCENE

Enjoy reading!

The Dreams: 1

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Misao grumbled as she shifted underneath her heavy blankets, her slim fingers clutching at her pillow as she heard her annoying, obnoxious alarm clock continue to go off. She wanted to believe that she was imagining the sharp, beeping noise so she could fall back into her dreamland, but the noise kept coming. A arm darted out from the blankets, hitting the snooze button before slithering back underneath the blankets. She let her eyes slowly close, her body relaxing back into the sheets as she attempted to slip back into her dreams.

"My Queen?"

The young woman jumped as she heard his deep voice, looking over her bare shoulder slowly. A smile came to her lips as she saw her bodyguard on one knee, his head bowed. She saw it funny that he would be so formal around her. She grew up with him and just because she was now the Queen, she saw no reason for him to act different with her.

"Aoshi, get up. Don't be silly. And it's Misao. M-I-S-A-O. I hate that 'Queen' talk."

"You are the Queen," he replied dryly, getting up from his former stance.

She sighed softly as she turned to him, knowing that he wouldn't give up the 'My Queen' bullshit. In all reality, she just wanted him to call her by her true name as he did before she got married and became Queen. She spun around lightly, showing off her light pink colored dress that hung loosely around her small frame. The back dipped dangerously low to the top of her rear, showing off the flawless flesh of her back. The front wasn't any better, dipping low to where her ribs stopped, the lines of her breast noticeable.

Aoshi wasn't afraid to admit that he was looking. Though it was forbidden. She was married to his King, Soujirou Seta. And he knew that the king would gladly take his head if he ever found out about the feelings the taller man had for his beloved wife.

Misao rolled underneath her blankets, a frown coming to her pretty face as she scratched her stomach lightly, her hand relaxing as she continued to dream about the tall man with blue eyes.

"Do you like it? It's new."

"I do."

"You know Aoshi, I always get no more than two or three words from you."

"You're exaggerating."

"See?"

Misao neared him, smiling happily when she noticed that the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. Everyone who knew Aoshi knew that he never smiled. Hell would have to freeze over first for 'Ice man' to smile and lighten up. Occasionally, Misao would work a smile out of him, even if it were the slightest. Misao stood in front of him, her bright smile still planted on her face. Her smile could make anyone's day better, Aoshi figuring that her bubbly personality and big smiles were what made her loved so by her people.

"His majesty wants you downstairs for dinner."

Misao placed her hands on her hips, puffing her cheeks out as a dangerous glare came to her jade eyes. "Can he not make his way to our room and tell me this? I swear, he's more spoiled than me and he proves it when he can't do things on his own! If it weren't for my parents death, I wouldn't be in this situation of being married to a man I hardly know." She stopped her complaining, looking up at the taller man. She reached forwards, fisting her fingers into his shirt to pull him down, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I always imagined as a young girl being married to you instead."

They were years apart, but age was nothing but a number to them. Aoshi turned his head as she pulled away slowly, catching her lips.

"Misao! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!"

Misao groaned as she tried to grab onto her dream, but no luck for her as her alarm clock started to go off again. She sat up, the blankets falling from her body as she glared at the door, grumbling words under her breath as she scratched through her messy black hair. She looked at the clock. Her older sister had a point. She had only thirty minutes to get ready for her first day of her senior year. A smile sprung to her lips as excitement and nervousness flew through her body.

"I'm up!" She called out, throwing her legs over the edge of her before bounding off to the bathroom. She stripped out of her cheerleading shorts that had the word 'CHEER' printed on the side of her thigh in big white letters. Being selected the head cheerleader her junior year was no surprise to anyone. She was also selected head cheerleader again for her senior year and she would have to pick someone to take her place. Many doubted that no one could fill the shoes of Misao Makimachi. She was a loud, rambunctious sixteen-year-old girl who was liked by many people in her school because of her bubbly personality. But hated by a few selected girls' that were jealous of her. They considered her to have the 'perfect life'.

She was dating the most popular boy in school, Soujirou Seta. He could've had any girl he wanted, but he picked Misao, which stunned many people. Sure, Misao was pretty and nice with a small temper, but she didn't have the 'it'. The big boobs or big J.Lo butt. And she knew it. Her older sister teased her without mercy because of her late-bloomer issue. Even though during the summer she noticed that she did develop breasts that were larger than an A cup. She was excited. Her older sister stopped teasing her-a little.

Her older sister was Megumi, the 'prettier' and more 'beautiful' sister of the two. And Misao knew it. She wished she had the curves of her older sister, the beautiful slanted eyes, and the power to get any man she wanted. She was often jealous of Megumi, but loved her dearly nonetheless. Even though Megumi was twenty-two and Misao was sixteen, the age gap didn't drift them apart. Megumi was always there when Misao needed someone to talk to and vice versa.

Everyone knew where Megumi inherited her looks from. Their soft-spoken mother, Tomoe. Tomoe was the talk of the older men ever since their father passed away, leaving her alone. Many men tried to get her attention, but none of their 'charms' worked on their mother. She was an Interior Designer, being successful in her career and making their two-story house beautiful.

'She has been going on a lot of dates lately though,' Misao thought to herself as she slipped out of the shower, wrapping a small towel around her form. She looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes. She applied lotion to her limbs, throwing on a blank tank top and khaki capris, rushing into the bathroom to brush through her long hair. She winced when she found a knot in her hair, brushing it out before continuing, staring at herself in the mirror.

Aoshi turned his head as she pulled away slowly, catching her lips.

'How annoying!' Misao brushed her hair back, braiding it and tying a black bow at the end, flipping it over her shoulder to hang down her back. She reached for her toothbrush, brushing her teeth and finishing getting ready as the kiss replayed in her mind repeatedly.

'It felt so real,' she thought as she left her room, closing the door quietly. 'HE felt real. And it's just a dream. Since when did dreams start feeling so real?'

Tomoe blinked once before looking at her youngest daughter, smiling softly as Misao neared Megumi and herself at the kitchen table. Misao flashed them a wide smile before looking at the fridge as she opened it, taking out an apple. She closed the fridge, sitting down at the table. Tomoe closed the catalog she was flipping through, looking at her, the soft smile remaining on her face. "Megumi will be driving you to school today," she spoke softly, glancing at Megumi. "And she will pick you up after school since I can't. But I want you two here right after school is let out."

Misao chewed before swallowing, "Why?"

Misao and Megumi noticed how her smile widened slightly, "It's a surprise. Just be here. Have a good day, Misao."

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"So, what do you think mom wants?"

Megumi shrugged, making her way to the high school her younger sister attended. Her black hair was thrown up in a ponytail, strands of hair framing her perfect face. "I'm not sure. Maybe she's getting really serious with that man she's been dating," she responded slyly, smirking slightly.

Misao rolled her eyes, leaning against the door and gazing out of the window, watching as cars passed them. She recognized a few students from her school that passed and catching a glimpse of her Gym teacher, Mr. Hajime. She glared, despising the teacher because one, he was a huge prick and two, he called her Weasel. Soon enough, it caught on with students' and they called her Weasel in the hallways. She didn't find it too humorous like Saitou Hajime did, smiling slightly every time Misao would lose her temper and yell that her name was Misao.

Misao smiled as Megumi stopped at the entrance of the school, opening the door and climbing out. She closed the door, smiling at her older sister as she waved, driving off. She gave a honk and Misao watched, glancing to her left when she heard a familiar giggle. She rolled her eyes, smiling when she saw the one and only Kaoru Kamiya. Her best friend and practically like another sister. She watched as her longtime boyfriend, Kenshin Himura, leaned against his car, moving her bangs away from her eyes with his fingers.

Kaoru had a great catch.

Kenshin was gorgeous and she wasn't exaggerating. He had a scar on his left cheek, but it didn't seem to bother anyone. Any woman would die to have Kenshin in their bed and many threw themselves at him, but he was faithful to the young seventeen year old that he lived with. Kaoru moved in with him three months ago when things weren't working out with her aunt and he gladly let his girlfriend of two years move in. It took time. Kenshin liked to leave candy wrappers around and leave food out that was half-eaten. Kaoru didn't like it. Kaoru loved to relax after school and watch soaps. Kenshin dreaded 'soap time' with his girlfriend. They managed to deal. Misao glanced away when Kenshin pulled Kaoru in for a goodbye kiss, mumbling words to her after their lips parted. Seconds later, Kenshin sped off in his expensive car, honking at Misao when he saw her and giving her a small smile.

"So, how are things with Himura?" Misao asked, giving Kaoru a large smile.

Kaoru blushed, shrugging slowly as a gentle breeze blew, blowing long strands of black hair into her face. "Great. Is it silly that I'm expecting a ring anytime soon?"

Misao blinked in surprise, but recovered with a large smile. "It's been two years and he seems to be the one-"

"I hate it when people say the one. It reminds me of The Matrix and I dread those films.."

Kaoru was pretty and popular with people, but she was random at times. Violent too. Their tempers weren't too different. Misao raised a brow, walking with her into the school, "Well, Kenshin seems to be the man of your dreams. He's nice, funny, drop dead sexy, and he has money."

"Misao! Money isn't everything!"

"Money is important though. You don't want to date a bum that works at K-Mart and still lives with his mom," she pointed out, nodding in agreement with herself.

Kaoru laughed, shaking her and smiling at friends' they passed. Though Kenshin was twenty-eight and their relationship was a bit illegal, they both kept it on the down low until she turned eighteen. Kenshin found her eighteenth birthday to be the time to show her off to everyone and he couldn't wait for that day.

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Misao idly tapped her pen as she sat in her science class, staring at Mr. Hajime, but not necessarily hearing anything that was coming out of his mouth. It might be important, might not be. She didn't take the time to listen briefly to find out. She glanced a few seats over, smiling when she saw that Kaoru wasn't paying much attention either, scribbling in her notebook as her free hand twirled her black hair. She figured she was thinking about Kenshin. She glanced a few seats ahead, seeing that Soujirou was paying attention. That was her boyfriend. A smart, popular boy that worked hard for what he wanted.

She sighed, putting her head down as Mr. Hajime turned off the lights, telling them that they had a movie to watch. Throughout the room, several students followed Misaos leads, resting their heads on their binders or desk. She got comfortable placing her head on her arms, letting her eyes slowly come to a close as she faintly heard the video start.

Misao slowly opened her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath, her blue eyes meeting another pair of blue that was slightly darker. She let her eyes flutter shut once more as Aoshi placed another soft kiss to her lips, balancing himself above her to keep his weight from crushing the small Queen. He knew he had done wrong, but it wasn't the first time and they were never caught together. Amazingly.

Misao let herself release a giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep his lips against hers.

"Misao, Soujirou?"

Misao rolled her eyes as she opened them, giving him a big smile. "He's gone for a week or two? I'm not quite sure. He just told me he had business to deal with in a neighboring country. I left it at that since he's sosecretive about his 'business'. I asked a servant of his if she knew anything and she told me how long he was to be gone. Don't be so paranoid Aoshi!"

"He is the King."

"And I'm the Queen. I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions," she told him, letting her secret lover kiss her once more.

"This is wrong, but I'm sure you know that," he spoke lowly, moving his lips to her slender neck where he found numerous ticklish spots.

"Soujirou only sees me as a possession. Something to make him look good as I stand by his side. He doesn't love me. He never tells me he does anyway. You love me, don't you Aoshi?"

"Didn't I tell you enough tonight?"

She let out another giggle, then a gasp as he nipped her skin.

Kaoru blinked in surprise and let her eyes widen as she glanced over to Misao, hearing a loud moan slip out between her lips. Another came and the girl in front of her turned around, blushing for Misao and shook her lightly, waking the poor girl up from her dream. Misao blinked in confusion, looking at the girl and blinking several times as she remembered exactly where she was. She felt her cheeks heat up as her eyes darted to Soujirou who was staring at her along with a few other students'. Mr. Hajime joined in on the staring from his desk, his slanted eyes narrowing dangerously.

'How EMBARRASSING! Stupid ass dreams! I don't even know who the hell this..this AOSHI is!'

Misao was far from knowing that Aoshi was going to come walking into her life faster than she expected.

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Alright, this is my first attempt at a RK fic and I'm a bit nervous! I originally write over at FP, but I decided to move on over here to write this. I'm still writing over on that base also. Tell me what you think and if I should even continue this story that popped up in my head! Sorry for any grammar or misspellings. I'm sure there are some and I know I'm not the best person at spelling, so forgive me for the mistakes. I'm not perfect. Well, nothing else left to say but please R&R to let me know what you think so far!

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