Ok, well I got a pretty unoriginal idea for my usual AM pairing, but I love these type of plot lines so I don't really give .
Summary: Misao has it perfect for her: good grades at college, a couple of best friends, a secure job, a comfy seat as the university's martial arts team leader, and a respectable position in a top secret organization. Everything is perfect, of course, until one Shinomori Aoshi comes into the picture…
Anyway on to the story, except :raises hand: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the characters (though I wouldn't mind owning Aoshi ) and yada, yada, yada…
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"Faster!" Misao barked at a new student; she had to admit he was learning at a god-like speed . Stepping back, she smiled at her kendo team; yup, they were going to beat those damn Meijis at the tournament.
"Excellent, excellent! I don't think we could have done the routine better. BUT—" she added. The college students froze from gathering their things, turning to their captain.
"WE'RE GOING TO DO EVEN BETTER, OUR BEST EVEN TO BEAT MEIJI UNIVERSITY! ISN'T THAT RIGHT!"
She was met with a hearty roar of whistles, clapping, and cheers.
"MEIJI, MEIJI!" The assistant-captain, Seta Soujiro called out. Constantly smiling, sometimes to a creepy extent, Seta was a junior and as skilled as Misao in kendo, despite appearing to be weak and young.
His words were echoed by various cheers, some obscene and some good-natured.
Laughing, Misao called, "Oyasumi, minna-san! Next meeting is on Thursday, 7 o'clock sharp." Tossing her duffle bag over her shoulder, Misao waved goodbye and stepped out onto the dewy grass of UC Tokyo. As she strolled back to her apartment, she took time to breath in the sent of spring and the cherry blossoms and the fresh jasmine that grew wildly on the building walls. Just as she unlocked the door to run inside and flop onto her bed, a loud beeping gratingly cut through the peaceful silence.
Misao groaned and took out her cell phone.
"Nani!" she muttered through her teeth.
"Toddai Restaurant. May I take you order?" a light male voice sounded from the other.
"You can freaking go to hell!"
"I'm sorry, did you want pickles with that?"
"Fine! Dammit!"
She hung up and stomped back to her car. Slamming the car door shut, she heatedly wondered why she had accepted the position as a secret agent
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I know, really short, but hopefully in three weeks (summer starts) ill be able to write more on it. Oh and i did write this a long while ago, maybe two summers, so excuse the poor writing...i was just going through my comp, you see,and i found this, and decided to continue it, that is if my muse returns T.T
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