Wearing a dark blue kimono, Misao was ready. She, at seventeen, was going on a date. Her first date to be exact.
The man taking her was a few years older, but he seemed very nice. He was also very handsome. The two of them met a the market and he asked her for dinner at his place.
At first she declined his offer, of course, even though he was very attractive, but she was saving herself for a certain dark haired anti-social swordsman. Yet no matter what she said, the 21 year old was determined to date Misao.
He told Misao to think on it, and to meet him back at the market, same place, same time, if she changed her mind the next day. Then a thought struck her, she didn't even know his name. "What's your name anyways?"
"I didn't already tell you? My name is Kansuke, Kagato Kansuke." He gave the younger girl a sexy smile as she turned to return to the Aoiya.
That night she did consider going on a date with the man, after all, she most likely had no chance with Aoshi. He probably wouldn't ever even notice her. 'That's right, I should get over him.' She thought, 'Date someone, what could it hurt?'
So now, made up and ready to go, she was really going on her first date, hoping it would turn out okay.
"Oh Misao you look so nice!" Omasu cried as she clapped her hands together and placed them under her chin. Ironically as Misao was getting ready to go, who would be walking down the hall to his room but Shinomori Aoshi, the one and only?
"Misao." His voice were bland and emotionless…as usual. His gaze slowly drifted down Misao's uncommon attire, though she did not notice where his eyes were focused for they were concealed behind his long dark…beautiful bangs.
'ACK! What am I thinking? Remember Misao, you are getting over Aoshi.' The dark haired young woman mentally smacked herself for the thought about his bangs.
"What's the occasion?" The tall man questioned. His gaze never faultering.
"Misao is going on a date! Doesn't she look great Lord Aoshi?" The other Oniwaban woman was so happy for Misao. She actually seemed more excited about Misao's date than the 17-year-old did herself.
"Date?" Misao was shocked at the emotion radiating from Aoshi. It was strong, and very different, though she couldn't identify it. "With who?" The emotion disappeared as quickly and suddenly as it came.
"His name is Kagato Kansuke, he is 21 and we met last week at the market."
"So you really don't know the boy at all?"
"Aren't dates supposed to help you get to know someone?"
"You should be more careful on who you go dating Misao, especially at such a young age." His tone never changed no matter what he said. Even now he didn't show any irritation in his voice, but Misao could feel how angry he really was, and this just made her angrier at him for trying to control her life. Why couldn't he just give up on trying to be her father?
"Aoshi, you are not my father, I can date when and who I want to. Besides I am 17, I am plenty old enough to take care of myself."
A knock at the door signaled the arrival of Kansuke. Omasu slid the rice paper door open to reveal the brown-haired man.
Aoshi glared at Kansuke from behind his black hair.
"Misao…you look….amazing." The muscular 21-year-old stepped into the Aoiya and gazed at the dark haired beauty.
Misao took Kansuke's hand and led him to Omasu. "Kansuke this is my friend Omasu." Misao introduced the two and then turned to a tall emotionless and slightly irritated Aoshi. "And this is my other friend Aoshi."
"Ah, hello, Kagato Kansuke, Misao's date for this evening." The younger, shorter man held out his hand to Aoshi in an attempt to shake hands.
Aoshi didn't miss a beat as Kansuke's hand came towards him, Aoshi walked back to his room, retiring for the evening.
"I'm sorry about that. C'mon let's get going." Misao said, grabbing the older man's hand. 'Why did he act so rude to him? Kansuke didn't do anything to Aoshi.'
Kansuke came out of his trance of glaring at Aoshi's door, "Uh….right." With that and a good bye to the ever cheerful Omasu, the two were off on their date.
The date was going particularly well. The dinner was delicious, Kansuke had been extremely nice, and Misao was having a great time.
All during dinner they would talk about their lives and Kansuke would tell jokes. It was better than Misao would think. She was actually glad, for once, that Aoshi was completely wrong about the boy, but she still felt guilty for the way she treated him.
After dinner Misao stood up from the table and stretched her legs from being unused for about an hour.
"Gosh it's late, I think it's time I get back to the Aoiya."
"Why don't you just stay here for the night?"
"Because the others would worry."
"You're 17, they will know you are fine. Besides, they trust that I wouldn't do anything."
"I really think I want to go home." Misao began walking towards the door, but Kansuke grabbed her by the wrist.
"Please…stay Misao." His voice changed to an eerie tone.
"Kansuke…Let go." Her voice was extremely stern, and what she said was not a request…but an order. Her response to his comment cause him to squeeze her wrist tighter, and hurting her arm. "Kansuke let go, you're hurting me."
Kansuke pulled the girl down to the floor and straddle her waist, "C'mon Misao, let's go play a game."
Misao suddenly became very aware that Aoshi was right after all. She had gotten her self in a mess of trouble, and no one was here to get her out of it. She suddenly noticed that the date, which seemed so great at first, turned out so horribly wrong.
A/N: I know it is incredibly short but if I get enough reviews I will continue this fic. Don't worry there will be no reason for the rating to be upped.
