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ominously, the room began to fill up with yet another overused
cloud of pink smoke.
The old man and the seamstress both
looked at each other with perturbed faces. "Oh for heaven's
sake..."
And then Takahata laughed... like a
hyena finding its prey, like a maniacal power-hungry dictator
having conquered the entire world, like someone who had inhaled
some of Takani Megumi's laughing mushroom powder... and it made
everyone distinctly uncomfortable.
Aoshi groaned in disgust, pulled out
his kodachis, and dissipated the pink cloud with one swing. He
glared at Takahata. "Ok, I want to see the old man get what's
coming to him, but no more god damned pink!"
The cloud dissipated, but it was too
late!!! The room had melted into...some...pink contraption. Blushing
feathers were floating through the air...
Aoshi slumped against the wall in defeat
and slid down until he was seated cross legged on the floor. He
closed his eyes. "Okay, I'll just sit and meditate until
I see everything in blue...," he thought. However, Koneko
had no intention of letting him just sit there and meditate. She
crawled languidly onto his lap and smushed her furry head into
his abdomen (and mewled obnoxiously). That would teach the skanky
bitch to make HER Aoshi out of breath...
Of course, as fate (and Takahata) would
have it, the "skanky bitch" showed up, and picked her
up into her scrawny arms, away from Aoshi's most intoxicating
presence.
Aoshi opened his eyes and gazed at
Megumi. "Thank you," he said, his lips curving slightly
upward.
At this point Takahata-san screamed
loudly, "You're all not paying attention to the PINK GRAND
FINALE!!!" before passing out.
Meanwhile...Okina's head was spinning.
What the hell is going on now? he wondered.
And where was everyone?
"Okina-san..."
The old man stared as Natsuei approached
him, wearing a rather elaborate kimono. One suited for...well,
a wedding. A quick check revealed that he himself wore, quite
inexplicably, a dark wedding kimono.
He considered pretending to pass out.
But Aoshi was glaring at him. (Well Aoshi was also glaring because,
he too, was now in a dark kimono just as Megumi was in an elaborate
kimono. Unfortunately, several of the decorative elements were
pink.)
Okina was just about to pull his best
Overcome By Rare Emotions and Possibly A Lack of Oxygen As Well
Fainting Technique(TM) when he heard Misao shriek "Ohnoyoudon't!!"
With a well-placed Angry Demon Bird Kick she punted him, stumbling
only slightly upon landing, over to where the priest and the miko
stood, waiting for the wedding participants to arrive at last.
Misao stood smiling evilly, the tips
of her kunai glinting from among her fingers. "If I have
to wear a neon pink kimono, you're gonna have to make it worth
it."
At that moment Takahata-san woke up,
and seeing that all were assembled, he snapped his fingers and
was instantly garbed in a light pink kimono embroidered in red
roses. His hair was curled and pinned to perfection with the latest
style of hair ornaments. He pulled a rose-scented hankerchief
out of his matching bag and lightly dabbed at his tear-filled
eyes.
"You're all so beautiful!"
he cried.
But of course, how can we forget our
dear kitty Koneko? Koneko, not exactly in the best of moods, let
out an extremely annoyed yowl as she launched herself up from
the ground... and landed with her claws tangled right in the middle
of Takahata-san's lovely head of curls.
Takahata-san responded by instantly
morphing into a pink kitten; Koneko meowed happily and instantly
began to lick his face. "Damn cat," Takahata he laughed.
"Now if only everyone else would behave predictably."
With a click of his claw, Aoshi was
down on his knees in front of Megumi, a giant sparkler of a ring
in his hands. "Much better!" Takahata squealed, hearts
reflecting in his eyes. Indeed, because of this little tableau,
Misao, ever true to character, blacked out--again. And Aoshi,
Megumi, and Koneko once again commenced the all-so-familiar glaring.
"Well, I'll be damned if that
lad beats me again," Okina muttered as he began taking his
sips of ceremonial sake.
Natsuei-san obediently sipped her sake,
thus completing the ritual of marriage.
"NOW IT'S YOUR TURN," Okina
pointed a finger in the direction of Shinomori and Takani. "JUST
DO IT BEFORE HE UNLEASHES THE PINK PLEASURE PALACE!"
Megumi looked bug-eyed at the old man.
"Oh god. You too??"
"B-but he can't!" wailed
a piteously plaintive voice, and suddenly Misao was awake again,
sitting up from where she had lain sprawled on the floor. "He's
got commitment issues... he's still got an entirely unresolved,
ambiguous relationship with ME... and then there's all that yaoi
doujinsh--" She slumped over, unconscious again, and began
snoring lightly.
Koneko miaowed, puzzled. Had she seen
Aoshi *move*...?
"...or forever hold your peace,"
muttered Okina with a shrug.
"Yaoi?" Takahata's eyes were
bright. Too bright. "Doujinshi??--"
"Megumiwillyoumarryme?" blurted
out Aoshi, thrusting the ring in Megumi's face.
Tears ran down Megumi's face, but whether
it was from rioting emotions or the blinding rays of light emanating
from the ring, few could tell.
"I--" she stammered. "I..."
(Well, she stammered, because quite
honestly after all those earth-shattering fangirl -squeal inducing
kisses earlier, this had to qualify as one of the classically
worst ways to ask a woman to marry a man.)
After what felt to Aoshi like a lifetime,
Megumi did her best to compose herself, and, taking a deep breath,
said, very quietly, "Of course." (Although, she mentally
stabbed Aoshi with a pair of chopsticks for doing it under duress
and _SO_ unromantically.)
Then, at the somewhat complacent smile
in Aoshi's eyes, Megumi turned her face away and added airily,
kitsune grin in check, "Well, I /am/ getting older and fewer
opportunities will be presenting themselves...besides, I don't
think Sano is coming back anytime soon..."
Aoshi winced inwardly at the remark,
but allowed Megumi her little revenge. He supposed he deserved
it, hopeless cold fish that he was. (although, Meg knew differently,
now didn't she? ^_~)
In the meantime, Takahata-san was growing
seriously bored. "Might as well make this even worse,"
he mused aloud before doing two things. First, apparating Kenshin
and Kaoru into this pink domain. Kenshin responded to this outrage
without even blinking an eye. Of course, with his fuschia gi,
he blended in so well, that he almost disappeared.
And second, announcing obnoxiously to Megumi and Aoshi, "You're
married. Because I say so. And you better not argue, because you're
pregnant."
Misao woke up, heard the word "pregnant,"
and fainted again.
"How many times does that make
now?" Okina asked Aoshi.
"I've lost count," Aoshi
replied before fainting himself.
Megumi was startled, but luckily, caught
his head before it smacked onto the floor too hard. "Aoshi??
Are you all right?! Wait. I'M PREGNANT?!"
Takahata cleared his cat-throat and answered on behalf of the
semi-conscious Shinomori Aoshi. "Yes. Even though ... well,
you two just sort of recently became intimate as of this moment
you are technically pregnant. And so that the rest of us can get
on with our lives (except for Misao Makimachi who appears traumatized
beyond degree), accept that you are officially married by this
PINK DEMIGOD OF LOVE!!!"
Aoshi opened his eyes and turned his
head to marvel at Megumi's belly. "Pregnant? Really?"
The woman beamed. "Did you hear
that Aoshi? A baby!"
"And you're married!!" screamed
Takahata.
Megumi wrapped her arms around Aoshi's
shoulders and hugged him. "Ohhh...this is wonderful, Aoshi!
We can be together as much as we want now!"
"Zuh?" was his reply.
Megumi rested her forehead against
his cheek. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"Why?" Aoshi answered, bemused.
"Because then I'd have to tell
everyone about the pink pleasure palace and how good you look
in black silk."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
Damn.
"So what do you want?"
"I just want us to go home."
"We're in a pink alternate dimension
with a pink cat, black cat, Okina, Natsuei-san, Kenshin, Kaoru,
and Misao. I don't think it's going to be that easy."
From somewhere, the pink cat yowled.
"Easy?! You forget what I am! I am Takahata-san the granter
of all dreams and fantasies! I'LL SHOW YOU EASY!"
And with that -- Aoshi found himself
back in his office in the Aoiya, with a black cat meowing at his
feet, and a cup of tea in one hand and group of letters in another.
He blinked, puzzled -- wondering if
he had fallen asleep somehow in this strange chair and if everything
had, in fact, been a dream.
"Meow!" The black cat trotted
up to his leg, and Aoshi sneezed.
The shoji door slid open then, and
he looked up to see something which probably give him dreams of
another sort for weeks to come.
A vision in black silk carrying a box.
The smile that curved about her lips
sent feelings of dread and delight through him.
Megumi walked up to him and placed
herself in his lap.
(Yes definitely ... his dreams would
be very interesting in the weeks to come.)
"Takahata-san sent a box for you,"
she leaned over and let her fingers run up and down the front
of his shirt.
This had to be another fantasy.
"Aoshi, will you open it?"
Effectively snapped out of his reverie,
he nodded, "Aa." Between the two of them, he lifted
the lid of the box and peered inside.
Ohayo Aoshi-san and Megumi-san!
I just wanted to say congratulations on your recent...copulation...and
a DOUBLE congratulations on the new addition to your family in
the upcoming months! I have never had such a hard time with a
case before, so I hope you treat each other well and get all gushy
over your new situation. I have taken the liberty of returning
you all to your respective homes...well, except Megumi-san, who
will be staying with you. Her things are already in your shared
bedroom. I'll leave it up to you to spread the news. *wink*
As for myself, Koneko opted to
stay with you versus traversing the world with me...seeing the
sights. Keep an eye on her! If there are any more problems, let
me know and I'll be there in a jiffy to help you out! Toodles!
So Much Love it Hurts,
~Takahata-san"
Underneath the note was a matching silk garment for Aoshi.
"Aoshi...?" Misao asked,
walking into the room. And stopping. And eyes bugging out. And
a thunk when she fainted.
"Hmm...think we could get used
to this?" he asked.
Megumi leaned in close, nuzzling close
to his chin. "Definitely."
He could live with that.
...the end?
(What, you think we’re normal?)
*Can't have a great story without a
great epilogue...*
Takahata-san, after taking one last
peek at his two lovebirds, decided to do them one last favor--free
of charge, of course, for giving him the most fun he had had in
centuries.
After all, Misao would only keep distracting
them with her fainting spells. Therefore, she needed to be distracted
herself...
He giggled with glee at his new matchmaking
scheme. Cupid would be so proud of him!!! With a snap of his fingers,
the unconscious Misao was whisked from the room and gently placed
in a lavender-scented bubble bath in a beautiful appointed bathroom
in the Pink Castle of Love.
Misao woke up when she breathed in
a soapy bubble.
She screamed!
Suddenly the door was flung open, and
a young man stared at Misao's bubble covered nakedness in slack-jawed
awe...
"Misao?" he breathed out
with a gasp.
"Sano?"
Now, it's The End
Author’s Notes: This last
portion was distributed and completed in LJ a few sentences at
a time by Leila Winters, Amberle, Mirune Keishiko, MiJ, Trupana,
Shimizu Hitomi and eriesalia.. To see who contributed what, please
refer to http://www.livejournal.com/community/megaoshi/1123.html
Our special thanks to Cherie Dee, chiisailammy,
and Barbara Sheridan who also participated in this roundrobin
in its early stages. We hope you are pleased with the insane ending!
For those of you who wish to see what
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