Prefic note: Forgive me, minna-san, if I have made any mistakes in my spelling. I'm using Notepad, and it doesn't have Spell Check. And I'm a terrible typist.
SOUJIROU
I was lost,
Cold,
Hungry.
I wandered
Along the streets of Edo,
Streets filled with unfriendly
Accusing eyes,
As a mother
Pulled her little girl
Away from me
Whispering
" Don't go near
People like him."
I was wanting
Longing
Hoping
To find someone
Who did not throw me out
At the sight of my dishevelled hair
And torn clothes
Who did not throw out
'People like him'.
I wanted to die
To cry
to wail,
" Himura,
How ever
Did you stand this?
Did I
Make the right choice
To leave the shelterd life
Shishio gave me?
Is it worth
Suffering so much
In the aimless pursue
For something called 'the truth'
That might never be found?"
The pain,
Exhaustion,
Suffering
Of it all
Was too much for me.
And the mocking sun
Beat down upon my back
With fierce taunts
" Nobody wants you,
Nobody loves you,
It's no difference
From when
You were living with THEM.
You're pathetic,
Seta Soujirou."
" Leave me alone," I pleaded
But instead it beat dowm harder.
Those blows
Knocked the breath
Out of me
Causing me to stumble,
To falter,
To fall.
Maybe...it was all
For the best
If I died.
Because
No matter what
Seta Soujirou
The smiling assasin
Still lived inside me
Still smiling
Still reminding me
Of my old life
And that nothing
Could ever change that.
* * *
I was warm
Snug
Comfortable
When I opened my eyes
" This must be heaven"
Was my first thought.
But it wasn't,
Although maybe
The girl in front of me
Was an angel
She was small
Petite
With braided hair
The colour of midnight skies
And eyes
So blue and
So happy
So unlike my troubled ones.
" You've finally awoken," she said
In that pure, musical voice of hers.
" Tenken Soujirou."
My pounding heart
Nearly leapt out of my throat.
She knew!
About my terrible past
Where I sliced and slaughtered
With that never-changing grin
She knew
About the person
Who was me, and yet not me
Called Tenken Soujirou.
I looked closer
At the girl
And gasped.
She was the ninja girl
Who had been cheering on Himura
During the day
Of our fateful first fight.
Misao something-or-the-other
Of the Oni gang,
Of Aoiya
Which Shishio
Had almost suceeded
In trying to destroy.
I waited
Bracing my ears
For a barrage
Of accusations
On how cruel I was
How evil I was
How I deserved
My pathetic state now.
" If you're hungry
Which I suspect you are,"
She said
With a slight smile.
"Come join us outside for dinner."
She got up and
Started to walk out of the room.
"Wa-Wait!"
I had finally found
A cracked, hoarse version of
My voice.
She turned, her delicate eyebrows
Raised in question.
" I'm-I'm Tenken Soujirou,"
I blurted out,
Feeling like a fool,
When she responded mildly,
"Yeah, I know that already. So?"
" So-so-" I stuttered.
" Aren't you going to...throw me out
Or something?"
What I got next
Was a kick on the head.
" Baka!"
She shouted.
" You think I'm really
So shallow
To judge you
By some god-dammit
Past?"
I stared
Hardly daring to believe her
But wanting to.
" Baka,"
She said again,
But this time
More amused than angry.
Then she smiled.
"Come on,
Stop gaping
Like an idiot.
They're all waiting for us
To go out for dinner."
Her smile
Was warm,
Sincere,
With no hint of malice
Or scorn.
I couldn't help
But smile back too -
Smiling like I had done
A million times before,
Smiling like I had done
For my whole life.
But this time, it was different.
This time,
My smile was real.
And at that moment,
I knew
My wandering days
Were over.
And that a new journey
Was just beginning.
MISAO
I walked aimlessly,
Along the streets of Edo,
Barely registering
The happy chatter
That seemed so foreign
To me now.
Happy?
What was happiness?
How could I feel happy
With that cold, flat voice echoing
Over and over in my head:
" I love you Misao,
But only as a sister.
Please understand that."
" What you mean,"
I had wanted to scream.
" Is that you don't give a damn about me!
Don't use all those pretty words
To disguise the painful truth."
But instead, I had heard myself
Choke out a tearful, " Oh."
Before I had turned
And rushed away.
I wanted to cry
To bury my head in my hands
And sob and sob and sob
Till all I felt
Was an empty, hollow ache.
But I couldn't.
I was Misao.
I was always
Laughing and joking and smiling
Covering up the real me.
The real Misao who could be hurt and cry
Like any other person.
" Please,"
I begged silently
Squeezing my eys shut.
" Please take away
This pain inside me.
I don't want this pain.
I'd rather not love again
Then feel this heartache
Another time.
Please - "
"Thud".
I opened my eyes.
Only to see
A young boy lying,
Sprawled on the ground
Right in front of me.
A crowd gathered,
Pointing and murmuring,
But no one bothered
To reach out a helping hand.
I sighed.
Looks like it's up to
The genki ninja girl Misao
To save the day again.
I bent down
And lifted up the boy
Who was surprisingly light.
My eyes wandered,
From the sword
To the blue gi
To the...
Blank smile on his face.
" Tenken Soujirou," I realized
With a start.
Shishio's ex golden boy,
The Hitokiri-turned-ruoruni.
I hesistated for a second,
Imagining Aoshi-sama's reaction
If he saw me carrying
Soujirou Seta.
The thought was replaced by a defiant
" What the hell.
I'll save
Whoever I want."
And so I ran
With the boy in my arms
Back home.
Genki ninja girl Misao,
The one who was always
Laughing and joking and smiling
Had saved the day again.
* * *
When he awoke,
I slipped back into my happy girl mode.
I made a joke
And I forced smiles.
He stared at me in a daze.
I think he was surprised
That I had saved him.
He confronted me
About my motives of rescuing him.
I kicked him
And scolded him
Like I had done
For my whole life
Like I had done
A million times before.
It was all a mask.
A damned mask.
A happy, laughing, smiling mask
To hide the real Misao.
The real Misao
Who could be hurt or cry
Like any other person.
The real Misao-
A scared, vulnerable girl
Desperate for affection.
Was I any different
From Tenken no Soujirou?
Didn't he put on that smiling mask
To hide the real him underneath?
Just like me?
He stared at me uncertainly
With those big, innocent blue eyes.
" This is the real him,"
I realized.
" The real Seta Soujirou.
Like me...
Scared
Vulnerable
Wanting someone to care for him."
And then I smiled
And he smiled too.
His smile was tentative
But it was real.
Just like the strange bond between us.
It was tentative
But it was there
And it would grow.
Maybe,
I thought,
Maybe I should try a new path
Which would lead me to
A new journey.
And
This was just the beginning.
~The Beginning~
Author: *Grinz* I finally finished it! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! La~la~la...
Okay...I think writing this weird fic has caused me to become insane...or maybe it's just the boredom. I'm at a utterly sleepable computer lesson right now and I'm SUPPOSED to be doing something with Flash 5, but instead I'm writing this sappy li'l ficcy. Tsk...tsk...aren't I naughty? ^_~
Anyway, in case you didn't get my weird poem ( if you can consider it a poem, that is), it's a Smiley-face-boy-and-Weasel-Gal pairing. I'm sorry if all you Aoshi and Misao-chan shippers don't like that pairing, but please don't flame me just because you disagree with the pairing. I promise I'll try to write an Aoshi-and-Misao ficcy the next time I'm about to fall asleep at a computer lesson. Okie?* puppy dog eyes*
Lastly, pleasepleasepplease review! Even one word is okay. I just want to know that someone actually bothered to read my first attempt at a fic. But I beg you, no flaming. I have a very delicate ego and one mean word from you would probably ruin my self-esteem forever. And wouldn't that be just so sad? =(
This fic is dedicated to all the lovely people who have read it.
Disclaimer: In case you haven't figured it out already, I'm NOT Nobuhiro Watsaki. I don't have all the money he's making from RK. So don't sue me.
SOUJIROU
I was lost,
Cold,
Hungry.
I wandered
Along the streets of Edo,
Streets filled with unfriendly
Accusing eyes,
As a mother
Pulled her little girl
Away from me
Whispering
" Don't go near
People like him."
I was wanting
Longing
Hoping
To find someone
Who did not throw me out
At the sight of my dishevelled hair
And torn clothes
Who did not throw out
'People like him'.
I wanted to die
To cry
to wail,
" Himura,
How ever
Did you stand this?
Did I
Make the right choice
To leave the shelterd life
Shishio gave me?
Is it worth
Suffering so much
In the aimless pursue
For something called 'the truth'
That might never be found?"
The pain,
Exhaustion,
Suffering
Of it all
Was too much for me.
And the mocking sun
Beat down upon my back
With fierce taunts
" Nobody wants you,
Nobody loves you,
It's no difference
From when
You were living with THEM.
You're pathetic,
Seta Soujirou."
" Leave me alone," I pleaded
But instead it beat dowm harder.
Those blows
Knocked the breath
Out of me
Causing me to stumble,
To falter,
To fall.
Maybe...it was all
For the best
If I died.
Because
No matter what
Seta Soujirou
The smiling assasin
Still lived inside me
Still smiling
Still reminding me
Of my old life
And that nothing
Could ever change that.
* * *
I was warm
Snug
Comfortable
When I opened my eyes
" This must be heaven"
Was my first thought.
But it wasn't,
Although maybe
The girl in front of me
Was an angel
She was small
Petite
With braided hair
The colour of midnight skies
And eyes
So blue and
So happy
So unlike my troubled ones.
" You've finally awoken," she said
In that pure, musical voice of hers.
" Tenken Soujirou."
My pounding heart
Nearly leapt out of my throat.
She knew!
About my terrible past
Where I sliced and slaughtered
With that never-changing grin
She knew
About the person
Who was me, and yet not me
Called Tenken Soujirou.
I looked closer
At the girl
And gasped.
She was the ninja girl
Who had been cheering on Himura
During the day
Of our fateful first fight.
Misao something-or-the-other
Of the Oni gang,
Of Aoiya
Which Shishio
Had almost suceeded
In trying to destroy.
I waited
Bracing my ears
For a barrage
Of accusations
On how cruel I was
How evil I was
How I deserved
My pathetic state now.
" If you're hungry
Which I suspect you are,"
She said
With a slight smile.
"Come join us outside for dinner."
She got up and
Started to walk out of the room.
"Wa-Wait!"
I had finally found
A cracked, hoarse version of
My voice.
She turned, her delicate eyebrows
Raised in question.
" I'm-I'm Tenken Soujirou,"
I blurted out,
Feeling like a fool,
When she responded mildly,
"Yeah, I know that already. So?"
" So-so-" I stuttered.
" Aren't you going to...throw me out
Or something?"
What I got next
Was a kick on the head.
" Baka!"
She shouted.
" You think I'm really
So shallow
To judge you
By some god-dammit
Past?"
I stared
Hardly daring to believe her
But wanting to.
" Baka,"
She said again,
But this time
More amused than angry.
Then she smiled.
"Come on,
Stop gaping
Like an idiot.
They're all waiting for us
To go out for dinner."
Her smile
Was warm,
Sincere,
With no hint of malice
Or scorn.
I couldn't help
But smile back too -
Smiling like I had done
A million times before,
Smiling like I had done
For my whole life.
But this time, it was different.
This time,
My smile was real.
And at that moment,
I knew
My wandering days
Were over.
And that a new journey
Was just beginning.
MISAO
I walked aimlessly,
Along the streets of Edo,
Barely registering
The happy chatter
That seemed so foreign
To me now.
Happy?
What was happiness?
How could I feel happy
With that cold, flat voice echoing
Over and over in my head:
" I love you Misao,
But only as a sister.
Please understand that."
" What you mean,"
I had wanted to scream.
" Is that you don't give a damn about me!
Don't use all those pretty words
To disguise the painful truth."
But instead, I had heard myself
Choke out a tearful, " Oh."
Before I had turned
And rushed away.
I wanted to cry
To bury my head in my hands
And sob and sob and sob
Till all I felt
Was an empty, hollow ache.
But I couldn't.
I was Misao.
I was always
Laughing and joking and smiling
Covering up the real me.
The real Misao who could be hurt and cry
Like any other person.
" Please,"
I begged silently
Squeezing my eys shut.
" Please take away
This pain inside me.
I don't want this pain.
I'd rather not love again
Then feel this heartache
Another time.
Please - "
"Thud".
I opened my eyes.
Only to see
A young boy lying,
Sprawled on the ground
Right in front of me.
A crowd gathered,
Pointing and murmuring,
But no one bothered
To reach out a helping hand.
I sighed.
Looks like it's up to
The genki ninja girl Misao
To save the day again.
I bent down
And lifted up the boy
Who was surprisingly light.
My eyes wandered,
From the sword
To the blue gi
To the...
Blank smile on his face.
" Tenken Soujirou," I realized
With a start.
Shishio's ex golden boy,
The Hitokiri-turned-ruoruni.
I hesistated for a second,
Imagining Aoshi-sama's reaction
If he saw me carrying
Soujirou Seta.
The thought was replaced by a defiant
" What the hell.
I'll save
Whoever I want."
And so I ran
With the boy in my arms
Back home.
Genki ninja girl Misao,
The one who was always
Laughing and joking and smiling
Had saved the day again.
* * *
When he awoke,
I slipped back into my happy girl mode.
I made a joke
And I forced smiles.
He stared at me in a daze.
I think he was surprised
That I had saved him.
He confronted me
About my motives of rescuing him.
I kicked him
And scolded him
Like I had done
For my whole life
Like I had done
A million times before.
It was all a mask.
A damned mask.
A happy, laughing, smiling mask
To hide the real Misao.
The real Misao
Who could be hurt or cry
Like any other person.
The real Misao-
A scared, vulnerable girl
Desperate for affection.
Was I any different
From Tenken no Soujirou?
Didn't he put on that smiling mask
To hide the real him underneath?
Just like me?
He stared at me uncertainly
With those big, innocent blue eyes.
" This is the real him,"
I realized.
" The real Seta Soujirou.
Like me...
Scared
Vulnerable
Wanting someone to care for him."
And then I smiled
And he smiled too.
His smile was tentative
But it was real.
Just like the strange bond between us.
It was tentative
But it was there
And it would grow.
Maybe,
I thought,
Maybe I should try a new path
Which would lead me to
A new journey.
And
This was just the beginning.
~The Beginning~
Author: *Grinz* I finally finished it! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! La~la~la...
Okay...I think writing this weird fic has caused me to become insane...or maybe it's just the boredom. I'm at a utterly sleepable computer lesson right now and I'm SUPPOSED to be doing something with Flash 5, but instead I'm writing this sappy li'l ficcy. Tsk...tsk...aren't I naughty? ^_~
Anyway, in case you didn't get my weird poem ( if you can consider it a poem, that is), it's a Smiley-face-boy-and-Weasel-Gal pairing. I'm sorry if all you Aoshi and Misao-chan shippers don't like that pairing, but please don't flame me just because you disagree with the pairing. I promise I'll try to write an Aoshi-and-Misao ficcy the next time I'm about to fall asleep at a computer lesson. Okie?* puppy dog eyes*
Lastly, pleasepleasepplease review! Even one word is okay. I just want to know that someone actually bothered to read my first attempt at a fic. But I beg you, no flaming. I have a very delicate ego and one mean word from you would probably ruin my self-esteem forever. And wouldn't that be just so sad? =(
This fic is dedicated to all the lovely people who have read it.
Disclaimer: In case you haven't figured it out already, I'm NOT Nobuhiro Watsaki. I don't have all the money he's making from RK. So don't sue me.