A/n: I've actually had this written since... I dunno, September? So I'm proud of myself for finally typing it up. It's pretty much just a random little drabble I came up with... well, somehow.
Disclamer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this, now would I?
Cold Contemplations:
Frustrated, Misao jumped down behind a tree, frowning at what little money she had been able to scour up for the day. The cloak had gotten their attention… but the sexy voice? Defiantly needed dome work. But perhaps a change of attitude as well? Perhaps instead of sultry and seductive, an innocent and girly act?
Misao knew fully well how it was to be a girl – after all, she WAS a girl… so how much harder could it be? However, the more she thought about it, the way she acted was a far cry from the way she saw other girls her own age acted.
While she fought and yelled and talked back… they were demure and sweet and gentle.
It actually made her sick.
Why couldn't a woman stand up for herself? Why couldn't they do as they pleased and be strong individuals? Why be protected by a man?
Misao didn't like that idea very much. She would never let a man protect her…. Unless that man was Shinimori Aoshi…
She nearly drooled at the thought of him –shaggy black hair, ice blue eyes, and muscular – yet thin – build. His tall stature, his pale skin…
Sighing, she gazed up at the night sky, wondering where her beloved Aoshi-sama was – or the Oniwanbanshu for that matter. They were her friends, companions, family – everything she held dear in life. Hannya, Shikijo, Hyottoko, Beshimi… and Aoshi.
She smiled somewhat dreamily as she recollected her memory, of their company, the times they spent together, wishing that she could locate them soon –that her beloved friends who she missed so much would be with her once more. That Aoshi would allow her to fight alongside them, and not leave her behind again.
Closing her eyes in the dark of the night, her companion's faces flashed behind her closed eyelids.
Shikijo, Hyottoko, Beshimi, Hannya…
Her smile turned in a slight frown as her eyes opened and a strange, gut wrenching feeling came over her.
Shivering slightly, she got to her feet, drawing her cloak about her shoulders, thinking wistfully of Aoshi's calm face, before she set out to practice her 'sexy voice'.
Somewhere, in the darkness of night, at the foot of four gravestones a resolved pair of eyes flashed in determination. Those eyes spoke of anger, regret and fury.
Ice blue eyes.