Summary:
Misao is a player, Enishi is her bestfriend that secretly loves her, Aoshi is her exact opposite but is the one who makes her feel things. This story is about these three different people and how they face all the challenges life has to offer especially with the matters of the heart.
Rating:PG
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer:
Oh please, we all know that I don't own the characters, just the story. So on with the show…………..
This is me
Prologue
Misao' POV
As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I can' stop congratulating myself. There in front of me stands a woman every guy fantasizes of. Do you think I'm too sure about myself? Nah, I don't think so? Ask any guy in school and he will definitely agree with you. Well who wouldn't? I have this long and shiny black hair with natural blue streaks with them (NATURAL-meaning it is not straight from the bottle, not from Wella, not from anyone, not from anything. I was born with it, so those envious girls out there, eat your heart out!!!). Don't forget my flawless porcelain skin (Well thanks for the good genes Mom). At nineteen, I can finally say that I have a gorgeous body that doesn't get fat even if I eat a lot( If you are talking about Misao Makimachi here, the best way to woo her is through her stomach, plain and simple). Actually if you have met me three years ago, you will probably laugh at this idea. Why? It's because you can not possibly put Misao and the word sexy in one sentence. Duh!!! Why would you? How for the life of Kami can you say that a girl with a vital statistics of…… (Get ready with the drum roll please…..)ehem 30-23-32, is sexy? It's ok with me, go on laugh. I'm used to being teased as "The Girl Who Is A Cross Between A Weasel And A Pole", A.K.A Weasel Pole. That name is courtesy of my "ever dearest ultra nice guy friend", Sanosuke Sagara better known as "The Chicken Head". Hah!!! Serves him right for ruining my reputation back then(duh! As if I have one).
My bestfriend Kaoru Kamiya told me that I should stop fretting about it coz I look terrific and that even though I'm not as curvy as others at least I am slim, and that it is the "IN" thing nowadays. I love Kaoru. Who would probably think that a 16 year old girl who looks like she is 12 yrs old because of her lack of height, lack of boobs, lack of hips, lack of everything looks terrific? Jiya said that I am a late bloomer like my mom and that my time will soon come. Of course he will say that, he is my grandfather. But the most comforting words that was ever said to me in regards with my figure was uttered by my other bestfriend, Enishi Yukishiro. Nishi as I fondly calls him, told me that it doesn't matter if I'm flat-chested or if I'm too short, for him I'm perfect just the way I am. See? Isn't he sweet? Oh no!!! Don't get the wrong idea please… I'm tired of telling other people that Nishi and I are just friends. We are just friends. Just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. Get that? Well let's get back to the present. Now I can say that I totally agree with Jiya that I'm a late bloomer. No one can possibly say that I'm still Misao the Pole, can't they. I sure did changed a lot. A whole lot more. Not only did did I stand at 5 ft and 6 in, I also now have a body that tips the scale of 36-24-36. Amazing, huh? If you are thinking that this was due to the wonderful effects of science. Think again, or I will probably have fun throwing my kunais at you. I can still remember the faces of some of my schoolmates back in high school on our first day in college. There mouths are all hanging open for so long that a fly can enter and leave it without them noticing it. I can never forget that moment. The feelings it has evoked in me. The sudden urge to take my revenge on guys. Wait, did I say revenge? Forget it, change topic. Why? Because I want to.
"Misao, my sweet angel, Enishi is here", shouts her "Jiya" at the bottom of the stairs.
So my white haired bestfriend is finally here. I got to go. But I've got to check my outfit first.
"Short black leather skirt, check"
"Red halter top that shows my nice abs, check"
"Black knee-length boots, check"
"Hair and make-up, perfect!!!"
So maybe, Kaoru will reprimand me again, if she saw me dressed like this. Like I look like someone who is going to a party rather than someone who is going to class listening to Takeshi-sensei's boring lecture. For god's sake the reason why a lot of guys attend that teacher's awfully sleep stimulating lecture is because of moi, yours truly. Enishi told me that they are always waiting for my outfit of the day. For your information, today I'm dressed as the "Cowgirl Sexy Misao", yesterday I'm the "Kylie Misao",and the day before that I'm the, maybe I should stop blubbering. Anyways I know that Kaoru will surely tell me a word or two, I don't care coz as the saying goes if you have it, flaunt it. This is me. I'm a tease. I like making guys fall for me then after that I leave them. I'm cruel, I know that. They can have me for as long as they want but if they say the forbidden word, that's when I leave them. So you must be wondering what's the forbidden words? It's I love you.
Love, I don't believe in it. They say those words because they all want to have me for themselves. How can they say it when they only want my body? They wanted to be the first, so that they can brag about it with their friends. For them I'm like a trophy or something. So before I fall for them I leave them. But I did enjoy those times. I like the way they shower me with gifts, attention, and almost anything. They treat me as if I'm the center of their universe. I like that. That's when I took pleasure in breaking their hearts.
Men, they deserve it. I don't need them. Well except for Nishi and that Chicken Head and of course Jiya. You can't blame me for acting this way. I grew up thinking this way. As of this time, I don't have my boy of the moment. I think it's about time for me to look for him. Oh wait, I forget that I don't have to do that, he will come to me. This is me we are talking about, of course he can't resist me.
"Misao please hurry, Enishi will be late for class because of you", my Aunt Okon calls irritatingly downstairs.
That's my cue. I gaze at the girl at the mirror for one last time and smile before heading downstairs.
Enishi's POV
What is taking Misao for so long? I have been waiting here for the last 30 minutes or so. Maybe she is still upstairs working on her outfit of the day. I swear that girl sure has a lot of creativity when it comes to her fashion sense. Everyday she comes to school with different personas. She has been the Afro Misao, the Britney Misao, the Baby Spice Misao, the Posh Spice Misao, the Christina Misao, and a lot of Misao that you can dream of. Well a lot of guys like me dream of. Bottom line is whatever she decides to wear it all comes to one thing, she always manage to look sexy. She always looked sexy and innocent at the same time.
Weird combination? Yah, I know but when you see her, you'll understand what I'm talking about. Even though she wears the shortest skirt imaginable and the lowest cut blouses that shows a lot of cleavage, she has this large blue-green eyes that no matter what happens it always hints innocence. That is my favorite part of her anatomy, not her legs, not her boobs, not her tiny waist, not even her curvy hips. I always think that her eyes are her most attractive feature. Her eyes changes color depending on how she feels. Bright green when she is so happy and dark blue when she is so down, then it is a mixture of the two when she is hiding her emotions.
My favorite persona of Misao is her "Simple Misao". That was the Misao I met eleven years ago. I first met her when we are both 8 years old. We were fighting for the last remaining swing on the park. We were fighting for such a long time when I finally found a solution to our "big" problem. I suggested that we can both have our turns. She will first board the swing then I will push her then vice versa. She quickly agreed with me but with one condition and that was for me to treat her on the newly opened ice cream parlor in our village. That was easy so I said yes, then I introduced myself and then she told me her name. We had a great time that day. After eating our three scoops of Cookies and Cream with lots of cherries and chocolate chips, she smiled and said thank you. At that exact moment as I was staring at her twinkling eyes, I suddenly felt this weird sensation deep inside my heart. I shrugged it of thinking that it was nothing. How am I supposed to know what it was? I'm only eight years old for God's sake.
From then on we had always been together doing different things. We would play in the park sometimes with her other bestfriend Kaoru. Misao introduced me to a lot of new things. Things that a lot of children like me played but I never got do it because I have always been alone since neechan died. My sister Tomoe died when I was seven years old because of leukemia. I got so lonely that I had always been by myself. That was when I haven't met Misao.
Our friendship blossomed through the years. Now I know that weird sensation I felt before, it is love. Yes, I love her. I love her the first time she smiled at me. I love her not like a friend loves a friend but how a guy loves a woman. Pathetic, right? I know but I can't tell her. She doesn't believe in love. She started doing it since that incident.
It pains me when I saw her with other guys. Sometimes it hurts so much that all I wanted to do is just to kiss her senseless so that she will know how I feel. But I can't because I can't risk our friendship and besides I know that she is just playing with their hearts. For now, I'm happy with just being her bestfriend. In that way I can secretly show her how much I love her and that she can always count on me no matter what.
This is me, Yukishiro Enishi, the guy who is hopelessly in love with his Makimachi Misao. Did I say his? My Misao. My Misao. I sure like the sound of that. I closed my eyes for a while to savor that thought and then open it when my day dreaming is horribly interrupted by a loud laughter that was caused by none other than my angel.
"Nishi, I thought we are in hurry. Why are you still sleeping? Do you think you are fit to drive considering the state you are in? I'm still too young to die. Let me drive us to school. Pretty please…..", asked my angel in her sweet and calculating voice.
"Misao, I know you are only saying that to trick me so that you can drive. That's a big no, since a gentleman should always drive for a lady. And besides who the heck are you now", I asked my angel.
"Nishi, for once I'm not tricking you, I'm just concern with our welfare. Second, although I'm a lady, you are certainly not a gentleman. And third, for your information I am now the "Cowgirl Sexy Misao". Do you like it?" my angel answered.
Bad question. I took a look at her and gulped. Here is my angel standing in front of me with her hair down, a blouse that shows her belly button, and short skirt that barely covers her butt. Do I like it? Of course and I'm sure a lot of guys would to. I think it is really getting hot in here.
"Nishi, what? Don't you think it is fine? Is the skirt too long? Come on tell me!!!" my angel asked me impatiently.
"Misao, no matter what you wear you will always look beautiful to everyone. You can even wear a black garbage bag and will still make a lot of guys faint", I answered her honestly.
"Oww.. You are so sweet. Thanks for the idea. I might consider it sometime. Then I will be the "Environmental Friendly Misao". Come on Nishi, I shouldn't keep those guys waiting", she answered back as she walks towards my Benz.
That's my angel. Amazing isn't she? She is everything to me. With her by my side I can't ask for anything else. I'm complete.
Aoshi's POV
As I look into the mirror. I see a man who has everything but who is nothing. Funny, how can I say that thing about myself? I am far from being nothing. At the age of twenty one I can say that I almost have everything.
My family owns a multi-billion company that I will soon take over after I graduate, I have all the hot cars, the looks, the intelligence, almost everything a guy my age will ask for, except for the girl of my dreams.
My friends say that I'm too picky when it comes to women. Maybe, but put yourself in my shoes. I have women throwing themselves at my feet for as long as I can remember. At first I enjoy it. I change my girlfriends like in a way that I change my clothes. Different girls each week that drives my mother crazy and my father mad.
Now that I've matured a little, I'm tired of those stuffs. I now know that those girls are just after my money and the name Shinomori would give her. I want to meet someone that who will love me for me. Just Aoshi Shinomori, the man and not the soon to be tycoon.
I want to meet someone who will make me feel alive something that I haven't felt for a long time. It doesn't matter if she is in the same social circle like me or not. In our family money doesn't matter, love does. We Shinomori men works hard to keep our women satisfied. We want them to have all the good things the world has to offer.
Too romantic? Nah, tell that to my ex-girlfriends and they will probably laugh at you. Me, romantic? No way. I happen to earn the name "Icicle", a term that I earned from those girls both here in Japan and in Harvard. Did I forget to mention that I also studied in Harvard?
I studied there for a while until my mother forced me to go back here, saying that she is getting sick from missing me. That's my overly dramatic mother who is an avid fan of a lot of soap operas out there. Back to the term Icicle, I earned it because of my coldness. Because of my inability to express how I feel. I can't remember saying I love you to any of my girlfriends. Well, how can I? I haven't been in love before.
So now here I am preparing for my first day in my new school. I'm currently in my third year, one more year until that turn over so that my parents can travel the world. Will I meet my dream girl there? Will I swept her off her feet? No matter what it takes, I will find her.
This is me girl, Aoshi Shinomori. I will find you. When I found you I promise not to let you go. Until that time comes, wait for me. With that thought in my head I took one last look in the mirror before heading towards school where my friend Kenshin is waiting for me.
Tbc……………………….
Author's Notes:
Well this is my first fic, so please be nice to me. I promise that this is gonna be a good story just please review so that I can write the next chapter. I welcome constructive criticism so if you think there is something wrong with it just e-mail me, okay? Kenshin, Kaoru, Sano, Megumi and the rest of the gang will be in the next chapters, so those KxK and SxM fans, don't worry. Don't forget that this is an AU so if the characters are a little OOC please try to understand. Till next time……………..