Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own RuroKen or any of the characters, they're all creations of Watsuki-sama, etc. etc. Insert witty, self-deprecating comment about what would happen if I did own the rights here.
Author's Note: My first RuroKen ficlet. A female character's musings on the man she loves...read and enjoy!
What are you thinking about?
I don't know.
I want to know…but…will you let me?
You always hide behind that mask…that expression…
…that shield.
Maybe I'm too young for you.
Too young to understand.
But I want to. Doesn't that count for anything?
You disappeared! You left me! I wanted to stay with you; I wanted it so much…
…but you left me.
So I went after you.
I went after you, and after what seemed like ages, I found you.
Physically, anyway…
What do I know about you?
No, I mean, really know.
I don't have a lot to go on.
I only know fragments of your past, after all.
I don't dare ask you.
You think I don't notice, don't you?
You think I never see the pain in your eyes? That I don't notice how much it hurts you?
You were the most skilled of all of them.
You were a legend.
You were also a child.
Then you were betrayed…and you lost what was most precious to you…
…and you disappeared.
That's it.
That's all I know.
Can you blame me for wanting to know the rest?
Can you blame me?
Can you blame me for wanting to understand the person I love?
That's right, love.
Do you think you're unworthy of it? Is that what you think?
Do you think it's the love of a child…that it'll fade away with time?
Do you think that you can never return it?
Another thing I want to know. Another question I want to ask.
But I can't.
Maybe I'm afraid of the answer.
Maybe I'm too young.
Maybe I'm too much of a child.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Please…please…
…I may not know what you're thinking….
…but I want to…
…I want to…
…and I will.
When you're ready to tell me.
And when you are, I'll be waiting…
…Why?
Because I love you.
I love you…
…Aoshi-sama.
-Misao.