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'Misao-chan!'

'I'm coming, I'm coming!'

A young woman dressed in a light pink kimono hurried into the Aoiya's kitchen. Her long braid swished against her hips as she made her way to Omasu.

'Hai!'

'What time is it?' Omasu gazed at her hintfully.

Not catching on the the hint, Misao peered at the clock. 'It's - Kami-sama! Aoshi-sama's tea!'

Haphazardly, Misao gathered all the requirements for the tea and left for the temple, whistling. The snow crackled under her geta and the cold had somehow managed to creep through her kimono, but it could not spoil her cheerful mood.
The end of winter was near, but the snow did not budge. Luckily, Misao did not mind the snow. It reminded her of Aoshi's skin. It was pale and flawless. She had had many dreams in which she would touch his skin and marvel at its coolness and softness. A small blush rose to her already pink cheeks and she climbed the stairs smiling, yet carefully.
When she reached at her destination, she quietly took off her geta and sneaked towards the meditating man. Just when she was about to call out for him, a soft sound stopped her.

Sniff.

Sniff?, she thought, bemused. She shook her head, writing the sound off to something that was outside.

Sniff.

There it was again!

Misao peered around the temple, in search for something that sniffed, but she only saw Aoshi and herself.

How odd...

Sniff sniff.

The young woman decided to ignore the sniffing. 'Aoshi-sama! I've brought your tea!'
She kneeled down and prepared his tea, without glancing up at him.
'It is freezing outside, Aoshi-sama,' she said, 'I have to wear this uncomfortable kimono, or else I am sure I will catch a cold.' She laughed. 'Okina would be very unhappy. He would say that I would scare away all the male customers with my red, snotty nose. As if all those men come to see me serve! Anyway, I am happy I haven't caught a cold! How disgusting would a reddened nose be! All swollen up and all-'

Sniff.

She froze. The sniffing was coming from very near her. A horrible thought bubbled up to the surface of her mind. Slowly, she raised her head and stared at her beloved Aoshi.

His face was rather flushed and his perfectly straight nose was red and slightly swollen, contrasting his usual snow-white skin. Misao gasped in shock. Aoshi had caught a cold.

'A-aoshi-sama!' She uttered. 'Your perfectly white skin... your nose...'

He glared at her.

'Gomen ne! I didn't mean about the red and snotty nose!' Said Misao quickly. 'Your nose is still-'

'Misao.'

'H-hai, Aoshi-sama?' She gave him his cup of tea.

He gazed at her before asking: 'my perfectly white skin?'

The young woman blushed and stood up quickly. 'I will get Aoshi-sama some chicken soup!' When she turned to leave, she heard something.

'Ha...'

'Is something wrong, Aoshi-sama?'

'Ha...'

'Ha?' She echoed, confused.

'Hatchoo!' Sneezed Aoshi softly.

Misao could not help but to giggle. Aoshi seemed so weird, sneezing.

'Misao.' He said in a low gruff voice.

'Hai?'

'Soup.'

'Coming!'

the end.
so what do you think? do you want a sequel?