A/n:
I'm back with a Aoshi/Misao story! I had this one written quite a long time ago, even before I bought the last volume of Rurouni Kenshin manga. This fic is a bit different from my others - it has some wannabe angst and some wannabe metaphors, but you can't blame or flame me for trying, right? -- Checks in the Unofficial Rules of Online Fiction Writing with Angst and Metaphors for N00bs --
READ THIS: this fic might contain some OOCness, but if you read well, it is explained why the character, Misao in this case, is acting out of her character. My personal opinion about how Misao is growing up and changing into an adult is reflected in this fic, hence the seeming OOC. Also, I've put some -passages- which might be a bit -strange-, but I found it necessary to emphasize the development of Misao's love for Aoshi from puppy-love to true love.
But the main goal of this fic is to entertain you and to improve my poor writing skills, so please do not take things to heart too much. 0)
And now the not-so-much-awaited
Disclaimer: Hereby, MagicallyYours, aka MagicalSecret aka Maggie, declares that she owns nothing recognisable except for the wannabe-metaphors, the wannabe-plot and the wanna be OC Wagurashi Kure.
I hope you will enjoy reading the ramblings of a disorientated teenage ficcer.
She walked up to the meditating man. The room was dark, and a cold wind swept across the bare space. Makimachi Misao shivered, but did not slow down her pace.
'Aoshi-sama.' she said, announcing her presence to the man, Shinomori Aoshi.
He did not respond to her, but the young woman very well knew that he had heard her.
'Why are you sitting in the dark again, Aoshi-sama?'
Misao stood behind him, her hands resting on her hips. Upon receiving no answer, she sighed dejectedly and strolled to the nearest window. When she opened it and the others, too, sunlight burst into the meditation room, along with the singing of birds and the rusting of the leaves. Faintly, the bustling of the Aoiya not too far away was heard also. The slight breeze brought along the various scents coming from the restaurant.
When the chill had lessened tolerably, Misao elegantly sank down opposite Aoshi and for a moment, she watched him with sad, yet loving eyes.
Almost a year ago, the man that was meditating opposite her had betrayed her and the rest of the Oniwabanshuu. He had been their Okashira, their commander, for more than a decade. In front of everyone's eyes, he had nearly killed Okina, who was Misao's adoptive grandfather and a respected leader.
When Misao had witnessed the treachery he had committed, she had not been able to believe what she had seen him do. Nevertheless, it had been the bitter truth. With the tears of sorrow and despair still drying on her cheeks, she had announced herself as the new Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu.
Still she had not been able to stay angry with him. He was her precious Aoshi-sama. In her eyes, he had been the perfect creature the world had ever seen. No one had been as strong as he was. Nor did anyone have his unique looks.
Shinomori Aoshi had taken the five year-old Misao under his care when he had been only fifteen years-old. He would always let her have as much of his food as she liked and he would just finished what she would leave. He would always listen to her babblings and play with her. Not once did he refuse her anything, except for hazardous things.
Years went by and he had watched her grow into the woman she was now. He had minimised the contact between the two of them, afraid that someday the weakness of his soul might take over him and hurt her in one way or the other.
Misao at first had not understood why he had stopped holding her when she was upset, or why he did not allow her to sleep next to him when she could not sleep. But as the days crept by, her understanding had grown.
She was well aware of his reasons.
Still, she found herself missing the time she had spent with him when she was a child, and wishing to go back in time and experience the feeling of his fingers stroking her cheeks once more. The thing she most missed about him was his rare smile. Ever so often, he would have smiled at her.
However, the times were gone when a smile from him had been a part of her daily life. Now she would give anything and do anything, just to see him smile at her.
A mere year ago, when he returned to the Aoiya and the Oniwabanshuu, she and the others had welcomed him warmly, hoping that the ice in his cold eyes would break and reveal his green eyes that used to regard the world with reassurance of his heart. They all wanted to show him how much they still loved him. That they would not allow solitude to swallow him so easily. That they were standing there, right next him for the support and love him deserved.
He had lost his four closest comrades: Hannya, Hyottoko, Shikijo and Beshimi. Even though given up on trying to defeat Himura Kenshin, the strongest swordsman, to decorate their graves with the pride and glory they deserved, his eyes had not returned to the green ones everyone was accustomed to. The Oniwabanshuu's silent but warm tears could not melt the frost in his gaze.
Misao had made herself the Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu after Aoshi had stabbed her in the back. Nevertheless, she harboured much more respect for him. The stab wound had healed almost immediately, but her heart had been broken at seeing him in a mental coma. But she was not one to give up easily.
The ninja was stuck between pride and hate, and between solitude and unshed tears. Himura Kenshin had given Misao the mission to make Aoshi smile. So everyday Misao had the most effort to make the corners of his mouth turn upwards. One day, however, she had learned that his smile was encaged in the frozen waters of his eyes. She had to make him cry before he could manage to laugh.
Something she did not want to do.
But she had to. For Aoshi-sama.
So Misao would come to Aoshi during his meditation, confronting him with his fallen comrades, just like today.
Misao sighed deeply and flicked her braid back. 'Remember that time when Hannya, Hyottoko, Shikijo, Beshimi and I bought you that handsome suit?'
She watched him with keen eyes, hoping to detect a flinch from the ninja-kempo expert at hearing the rather painful names.
Aoshi slowly lifted his eyelids, only to reveal an icy stare in her way. It pierced through her blue ones, but she ignored it and continued talking.
'Kami-sama! That was some day! We were walking down town and all of a sudden, Beshimi came up the idea to buy you a gift, to show how much we appreciate you. That Beshimi, always so considerate of others. And Hannya, being the practical thinker he was, he suggested to buy you a pair of scissors, 'cause he found that hair before your eyes so-'
In the middle of her sentence, Aoshi stood up and walked out of the temple, leaving Misao to stare after his retreating figure. Disappointed, she averted his gaze. '- Annoying.'
When she heard the shoji-door shut, she hit the floor with her fist. A few seconds later, a lone, bitter tear landed next to her fist. But her eyes were wide open and sharp. Makimachi Misao was determined. She would not give up; no matter how much pain it took to hurt him.
I am sorry, Aoshi-sama. I have to break your heart in order to break the ice. I want you to smile.
Misao watched the familiar girl in the looking glass. She was the reflection of her appearance. Despite her finding it real, it was not real. Her reflection was her opposite. Because left was not left, but right. Right was not right, it was left.
Strange, she thought, I will never be able to see myself the way the others see me. Only the lie that lies in the mirror.
Just like Aoshi. To others, he appeared as his reflected self. They saw a calm, strong and content man. However, that was his mirror image. His real self was chaos, weak and unhappy. Misao hated to see her precious Aoshi weak. She wanted him to regain his strength and fight, like had done in the past.
Mirrors are confusing, concluded Misao, shaking her head. Her fingers expertly ran through her hair, undoing every tangle. Then her slim fingers reached her hairbrush and slowly brushed her long, black tresses.
She was sitting before her cabinet, absently grooming herself for another day at the Aoiya.
The young woman was wearing a pink yukata, much to her own dismay. The members of the Oniwabanshuu would always smile in delight whenever they would see her wearing a kimono or yukata. Especially, Okina, whom she preferred calling Jiya, would tell everyone who wanted to know (and those who did not, too) that she was his beautiful granddaughter, and single, too.
Misao often complained about how she hated hearing him brag, but she secretly enjoyed the admirable looks the young men sent her way. She was, after all, a woman. Therefore, even though she felt rather uncomfortable in such attire, she was happy that she could make the Oniwabanshuu smile. And if she could not fulfil her duty to keep them happy, how could she possible hope for Aoshi to smile one day?
Furthermore, Misao was a waitress at the Aoiya restaurant. It was her job to smile welcomingly at (potential) customers and take orders with a smile. If it were not for her cheerful character, it would have been impossible to smile six days a week.
'Better get to work before Okon throws a fit…' Mumbled the youth to herself and gathered her hair in a braid. Swiftly, she tied a ribbon at the end of her long braid and stood up. After slipping on her geta, which she, by the way, despised too, she walked out of her room. When she passed Aoshi's room, she hesitated.
Should I go in? At this time, Aoshi-sama will be meditating in the temple.
Deciding that it would do no harm, Misao snuck inside the ex-Okashira's room. In the past, she had come here very often, when he had been at Edo Castle. She would study everything in the room: from the ceiling till the tatami floor and from the cabinet till the rolled up futon that lay in a corner of the room. Every single detail had reminded her of her precious Aoshi-sama. Often, she would stand behind the window and gaze at the streets, in search for a tall, broad-shouldered man with astonishingly handsome features.
'That otoko is so depressing me.' sighed the ninja girl upon seeing the closed windows. She threw them open and looked around. 'Much better.'
Then she walked to the cabinet and took out a small mirror from a drawer. Misao fingered the yellow ribbon at the end of her braid. 'Hmm.'
Her hand travelled to the grip of another drawer. When she opened it, it appeared empty. However, when she pressed on a certain spot, the bottom came loose, only to reveal a few documents, some of Misao's old drawings and a teal ribbon.
The ribbon had been her favourite. Aoshi had given it to her on her sixth birthday. One day, she lost it and to stop her from panicking, Omasu had bought her a dozen of ribbons. Misao had forgotten all about the teal ribbon, until one day, after Aoshi had returned to the Oniwabanshuu when she happened across it while rummaging through Aoshi's drawers in boredom. She had left it there, but her mind did not stop wondering why Aoshi had taken it back.
Swiftly, Misao replaced the yellow ribbon with the teal one and put the former in the drawer. After that, she hurried out of the room and started her work as a waitress.
Humming softly to herself, the petite woman carried the tray with food to her customers and put it down in front of them. 'Enjoy your meal!' She chirped to the two men, ignoring their leers at her. When she walked away, she added under her breath, 'bastards!'
'Ah, Misao-chan!'
'Coming, sir!'
Still humming, she walked over to the man who had called her. Much to her pleasure, it was one of her friends.
'Wagurashi-san!' she happily exclaimed upon seeing the eighteen-year-old Wagurashi Kure smiling charmingly up at her.
He had wavy brown hair in a short ponytail and an angular face with cat-like grey eyes. He was wearing a Western clothes consisting of a pair of black trousers and a white shirt.
'Onegai, Misao-chan.' He patted the seat next to him. 'We've known each other for so long. Just because I had left for some business for a couple of weeks, does not mean you can distance yourself from me with those suffixes. I've been telling you for over a week - Call me Kure-kun.'
The young woman flashed him a smile and sat down. 'If you insist-'
'Ah, that's what I have been missing…' He sighed, the hint of a smile dancing on his lips.
'Err… Nani?'
'Your smile!' he cried out.
'What nonsense!' Huffed Misao. 'I smiled at you yesterday and the day before, too!'
'Those were faked smiles.'
'Oh.'
'I longed to see your real smile.'
'You're so sweet, Kure-kun!' said Misao, playing with the ribbon in her braid.
'I know, but what is the reason for your smile?'
Misao showed him the ribbon and told him the story attached to it.
'So you've been to his room, ne?' he cooed. 'You naughty girl! Itai!'
Furiously, he rubbed his shoulder. 'You've got a mean right hook. What did you do that for, anyway?'
Misao snorted and raised her fist threateningly. 'You're such a hentai.'
Flashback
A few weeks after Aoshi and the others had left Misao behind, she had gone training alone to vent her anger.
She was throwing kunai at the branches of a tree, blindfolded of course, when all of a sudden; she heard a cry and a whimper.
Instead of hitting a tree branch, her kunai had hit a person who had been passing by.
With a white face, Misao ran over to the fallen boy and asked, 'daijoubu?'
He looked up with teary eyes and exclaimed: 'daijoubu? Daijoubu? You attack me with a kunai and cut my precious off and then you ask me if I am all right?'
'Your precious - what?' she curiously asked, completely forgetting about the incidence.
As a response he held up his hand and shown her -
'Your ponytail?' she asked amazed. 'That's your precious?'
Kure nodded solemnly, so solemnly that she burst out in laughter.
'Oy! What are you laughing at?'
'Your - ha ha - pony- ha ha!' gasped the chibi girl.
'It's not funny!'
'Aa, it is! Hee hee hee!' Misao giggled and doubled over.
Slowly, the boy's mouth corners began to curl upward, and a second later; he joined Misao in her chorus of laughter.
It was on that day, and because of that kunai and that cut-off ponytail, that Makimachi Misao and Wagurashi Kure developed a close friendship that would last through absences and years.
'I'm so happy you agreed to join me in practice,' chirped Misao excitedly as they walked to their special spot near the river, next to the tree.
'I should thank you,' replied the tall young man, 'instead of enjoying your break, you're here practising kempo with me.'
However, the petite woman would not hear any of it from him. 'No big deal, Kure-kun. You know I'd do almost anything for you.'
'Really?' he asked, all of a sudden bashful.
Misao could not help but to hug him. 'Aw, you're so cute when you become shy.' She released him and moved away to prepare herself for the training. 'And yes, I'd really do almost anything for you.'
She looked at the tall young man over her shoulder and beamed. 'You always know how to cheer me up. I don't know what I would be without your shoulder to lean on…'
This time, Kure blushed deeply and looked away, murmuring a soft 'thanks'.
She cleared her throat and continued pulling off her socks. 'I haven't practised for a while and it is important to keep in shape - especially for the Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu! Besides, Kure-kun, there's nothing better than synchronised practice.'
'Synchronised practice, you say?' Echoed Kure in wonder. 'In a yukata? I'd love seeing that!'
After an unladylike snort, Misao rolled up her sleeves. 'I'm not stupid, you know.'
'Really…' He absently commented, as he watched her as she hike up her yukata to her waist and fasten it smartly to either leg.
'I'm wearing my ninja-shorts under this excess clothing object in case some fool challenges me.' She gave him a wink. When she had kicked off her geta and socks, she rubbed her bare feet in the grass. 'Mmm… Much better. I don't understand why women must wear such suffocating clothes. I mean, shorts allow more freedom and are snug, too.'
'Yeah, they sure look very snug.' mumbled a grinning Kure and looked away, scratching the back of head.
'Why are you grinning?' Asked Misao suspiciously.
'O, no reason…' He said quickly, too quickly.
'You didn't make a perverted joke, did you?' Her eyes narrowed and she brought her face closer to his.
'Me?' he feigned innocence. 'Nah, I couldn't. I only said that that your shorts look very snu-… I mean, they look very good on you.'
'Oh.' Misao moved away, her eyes still narrowed. 'Okay. But I still don't trust you, Wagurashi Kure!'
'He he.'
They stretched out their left arm and brought the hand back to their chest, followed by stretch out a leg and a quick spin, ending with an extended fist.
Misao was struggling to keep her mind from wandering off. She kept remembering the last time she had practised kempo with Aoshi.
A blush rose to her cheeks.
Kick, flip, kick, punch, spin, kick -
She had managed to convince him, but with difficulty.
- Backlash, spinning kick, punch, flip -
It had been a rainy day. The ground had been too muddy and the rain had been too heavy to dance. After being bored to no extent, the young ninja girl had run from the Aoiya all the way to the temple in the rain.
- Flip, feint punch, knee, spin -
'Aoshi-sama!' she had exclaimed upon entering the room where the man was in, completely soaked.
'I'm bored.' Had whined the girl after a moment of silence. 'I've done all my duties, chores and then some extra hours waiting at the Aoiya… I feel so restless. Isn't a ninja supposed to train every day to keep themselves flexible? But no one wants to join me in practice! Jiya is busy chasing girls, Kuro and Shiro are busy trying out new recipes, Omasu has gone to visit her family and Okon has gone to Seijuro Hiko…'
- Kick, spin, knee, kick -
The only reaction she had gotten out him was a small "hmm" from his throat.
'Idea! Why don't we do some practising, Aoshi-sama?'
'No.'
'What? Why?'
'…'
'I can't believe it.' Had murmured Misao under her breath after bolting up. 'It has been such a long time since I had my practice! It's not fair. What will happen to me when somebody will want to take advantage of me and I won't be able to defend myself because nobody wanted to practise with me? Do you want that, Aoshi-sama?'
She had learned to be more assertive towards him, if she wanted to get a response from him.
- Punch, spinning kick, feint punch -
He had stood up and taken the stance, causing her to squeal happily.
They had been practising for quite a while, when she suggested synchronised practice. He had agreed, though reluctantly.
- Spin, punch, kick, spin -
I love practising like this, Misao had thought, somehow I feel connected to Aoshi-sama in this way. As if, we are one.
Her gaze had wandered to the man next to her. His face had been calm and concentrated; his movements had been flowing as a stream that coursed its way down a mountain. A small blush had risen up to her cheeks as she continued to observe him. Her focus on the practice had started to waver.
Focus, Misao, focus! She had thought when she had spun around on one foot to deliver her non-existent opponent a blow.
Unfortunately, she had lost her balance and expected to hit the wooden floor, but instead two strong arms had caught her.
Misao had looked up to him, only to realise that he was holding her rather intimately and that her face was only an inch away from his. Her mind had lost all its rational ways and her heart had soared. She had blushed when she had managed to define the look in his eyes.
Almost the second her cheeks had become pinker than before, he had released his grip on her, causing her to fall on the floor.
He had exited the training hall after gruffly saying: 'practice is over.'
And he had left her, in tears.
- Kick, spin, feint kick-
Misao bit her lip and pushed the thought away as she automatically kept practising. Sweat drops had formed on her temples and slowly coursed their way down her face and neck. Even though she and Kure were training in the shadow of the big tree, the heat become more and more unbearable as the sun rose to its noon.
- Flip, kick, spin, elbow -
I can't believe that Aoshi-sama! She fumed. He has become so infuriating!
…
He's human.
A small, humourless smile appeared on her face.
That's what Aoshi-sama is… Human, after all. Not a god or deity. Not even close…
- Knee, spin, fist, fist, kick -
All of a sudden, something hit Misao's side and she lost her balance. Quickly, Kure's arms wrapped themselves around her waist and caught her just before she was going to hit the ground.
Misao opened her eyes and peered up at the grinning face of her friend, Kure.
'K-Kure-kun!' she gasped in surprise. 'What happened? Daijoubu?'
He smiled handsomely. 'Gomen ne. I caused you to lose your balance.'
'It's okay. You caught me, so it's not that bad…' The young woman blinked as she noticed their position. He had her pressed tightly to himself, her hands splayed across his chest and their noses almost touching.
'Yeah…' His eyes were boring into hers, never wavering from her cerulean orbs.
For some reason, Misao could not think straight.
Hmm, she idly thought as she kept returning his gaze, this is the same as what happened with Aoshi-sama… Only this time… it is as if Kure is looking in the depths of my soul… How cliché… Is this what Okon was describing that faithful day when she told me all the gory details of her relationship with Hiko-san?
She silently observed the young man's face. How silly, it's coming closer and closer…
…
Uh-oh!
Right when she realised what was going to happen, Kure pressed his lips softly against hers. Her eyes widened slightly when he increased the pressure.
This is nice… but not good! I have to-
Just when she was about to push him away, he broke away, his arms still around her.
'K-Kure-kun!' she stammered. 'Why did you do that?'
At her question, the brown-haired teen looked away, ashamed. 'I'm sorry… It's just I… really wanted to kiss you, even if it was just once.'
Silence stretched between them, as Misao tried to figure out what to say. Well, she thought, dryly, at least he brought up the courage to kiss me, unlike someone else who I know…
'Kure.'
He quickly looked up; his sad eyes giving the usual puppy look a run for its money.
After a deep sigh, she said: 'I'm not angry at you.'
The way a smile blossomed on his face caused her to smile too.
'In fact,' continued the ninja girl, 'I'm actually happy that I could share my first chuu with you.'
'Thank Kami-sama!' He exclaimed. 'For a moment I thought you were going to attack me and cut off my ponytail with your kunai again.'
'Don't give me any ideas, Kure-kun.' she warned while giggling. 'And please remove your arms, it's getting rather warm.'
Immediately, he let her go, still grinning.
He still is smiling… O, I do hope I haven't given him any ideas, she thought, rather worriedly.
'Kure-kun, I hope this does not change our close relationship.' said Misao and she looked up at him with earnest eyes.
But the smile stayed plastered to his lips. 'Aw… I don't kiss that bad, do I?'
'No, no, it's not that!' she quickly said. 'It was a wonderful kiss, it's just that - I mean, I do like you, but not as much as-'
'Aoshi-sama.' He finished for her, 'I know. I would not be your best friend if I didn't know that, Misao-chan.'
Misao blushed. She had underestimated his knowledge of her.
'I gave you a chuu,' he said in a calm, content manner, 'because I knew it would be my last chance.'
'Kure-kun…' said the girl in a pained voice.
'Honestly,' he huffed, 'don't act so guilty. You're not the only girl I like, mind you!'
That comment was a blow to her pride. 'I'm not?' she asked, shocked.
'No!'
'What, did you think that you were my first kiss?' he asked with a smirk.
'Well, I-'
'Feh. I'm Wagurashi Kure,' he haughtily said, 'in case you did not know, Misao-chan, I have several girlfriends.'
Misao's jaw dropped. 'You what?'
He nodded proudly. 'There's a reason why my business trips take so long, Misao-chan.' He added a cocky wink.
'Why you - INFURIATING MAN!' shrieked Misao, seriously pissed. 'And you kissed me with that filthy mouth?' She flicked out her kunai, which were tucked inside her obi, and hissed. 'Prepare to lose your ponytail!'
How could I possibly forget! She thought, berating herself as she hurried up the stairs to temple. Misao stormed in, though making sure the tea would not spill. Instantly she met his stern gaze.
Quietly, she put the tea in from of him and stood up again to open all of the windows. Then she sank down once more and prepared the tea.
Usually, Misao would start rambling about how her day had been so far, but today was unlike all the others. Kure's words and actions had made her realise the difference between him and Aoshi; how very close she and Kure were and how distant Aoshi was from her.
She was staring away when she poured the boiling water into the cup and accidentally spilled some on her hand.
'Itai!' gasped Misao and rubbed and blew at her hand.
Suddenly, Aoshi held out his hand. 'Let me take a look.'
Misao blinked a couple of times, surprised.
When she had been younger, he would take her hurt hand and kiss the pain away.
She shook her head. 'Don't trouble yourself, Aoshi-sama. It was only a drop. It is better now.'
- However, Misao was not little anymore and she did not need such a kiss.
The man nodded and pulled his hand back. Misao gazed at him, meeting his eyes.
I wish there was a mirror that could reflect what he is thinking…
'You came late today.'
The spell was broken and she blinked when she felt his gaze going up and down her being. Automatically, she looked down and blushed. Her yukata was crumpled from below in a suggestive manner and her hair was out of its bun.
'You see, I needed someone to practise with and Kure-kun wanted to help, so we went to the old beech tree near the river, you know, the spot where we met, and started our practice. But a yukata is not really comfortable to move around, so I hiked it up-'
Considerably, if I recall correctly…
'- but I was wearing my ninja outfit underneath, so nothing the matter! Anyway, we were having so much fun, that I forgot all about your tea.' she cheerfully concluded, skilfully leaving out the flirting, the kiss and the chasing.
Still looking darkly, the man nodded and took a sip from his bitter concoction. 'What did you practise?'
'Well…' Misao could not help but to raise an eyebrow. Aoshi was rather talkative today. 'We did some synchronised practice.'
Does that sound familiar?
'You could have come to me.' he said and drank some more.
'But you would not have agreed.' she stubbornly replied. 'I had to do so much effort the last time, which ended rather abruptly, if I remember it clearly.'
Wordlessly, he took another sip.
'I also remember Hannya never saying no to me. I never had to whine or pout about it… After all, he was the one that taught me almost everything I know. I do miss him, very much.'
Aoshi had closed his eyes and put the cup down. It was empty.
'Though partly I understand why you prefer not practising with me. Even though we have buried their remains with the honour and respect they deserve, you still cannot let the guilt go. And I would only remind you of the pain and guilt. You would not have agreed, because you cannot let go of the past and make room for the future.'
Slowly, she stood up with the tray, her eyes still connected to his. 'I'm sorry to say Aoshi-sama, but you're clinging to the past. And both you and I know that the present does not come with the wind.'
'You and I both know that I do not need a present to come with the wind.'
'Of course you don't,' she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, 'who needs the stupid future or present, when there is the bleeding past?'
She boldly returned his intense gaze. 'They died for you. The way you are acting makes me think they wanted you to do so. As if they wanted you to dwell in the past!' she said in a raised her voice.
She triumphantly watched his fist shake with anger. Finally, Misao strode to the exit and left, her long braid swishing behind her.
End part 1 of 2
A/n: I know, I know... Misao is acting OOC, but please bear with me! If you did not understand it now, then it will be explained in the next chapter (though not very descriptively).
The next and final chapter will be posted when there will be...
A reasonable amount of reviews!
Why?
Because I need feedback. Because I want to know what you think about it. Because I want to improve my writing.
I know, I'm selfish. he.