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To Save The Aoiya Chapter 1: How It Happened
Misao wearily made her way down the dark street to the Aoiya. She could have stopped and rested for the night, but she was ready to be back in her own room in her own bed. Dawn was fast approaching, but she knew Jiya would take pity and let her sleep in for the day. She dragged her heavy limbs, the lamp in front of the Aoiya blurring as her vision wavered from exhaustion. "Damn it was stupid to walk all night after traveling all day yesterday." In her mind the words were clear, but would have been slurred to any listeners. She climbed the stairs and crawled into her bed, not even putting forth the effort to change into sleeping clothes.
Misao woke close to noon, the sun hurting her eyes. "Shit. I'm not ready to get up yet." She tried to go back to sleep, but the banging and talking in the kitchen downstairs combined with the sun made it impossible. She grumpily threw her covers back and headed into the bathhouse. Once clean and changed into fresh clothes she felt ten times better and put on a smile for her family.
"I'm home, everyone!"
Okon and Omasu smiled broadly at her. "Misao-chan! How did the mission go?"
Misao rolled her eyes. "Well, it was fine until I found out I had to play the part of Saitoh's female companion to get into the drug dealer's house." She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "That man is horrible. It was all I could do to keep from knocking him out through the whole ordeal."
Shiro chuckled as he passed her. "Maybe it would have done him some good to get knocked out."
Misao nodded her head in agreement. "It would have, but the mission would have been ruined."
Okina burst through the door. "I knew I heard my pretty Misao's voice!"
He grabbed her in his bone-crushing bear hug and swung her around.
Misao began to flail her arms and gasp. "Jiya! Can't.breathe."
The old man dropped her to the ground. "Sorry, Misao-chan! I just miss you so when you're gone."
Misao picked herself up and straightened her clothing. "Well, you want my report?"
Okina nodded and lead Misao upstairs into his office. "Begin when you're ready, Misao."
Misao took a seat across from him and took a deep breath. "Well, we went undercover, got into the house and managed to gather the incriminating documents. Then, I was excused and came home."
Okina eyed her suspiciously. "Yes, I see. I sent you with more than enough money for your travels, so where is the extra?"
Misao squirmed under his gaze. "Well, you see.I needed a few things for the mission.and then.well."
The old man sighed. "Misao, you use way too much money on these missions. I understand it's hard to be away from home and you like to indulge a little on the way back, but you can't spend as much as you do."
"I know that, Jiya. But, it's so hard when I've got the money to stay in a nice hotel. If you didn't give me the extra money I wouldn't spend it. You know how bad I am with finances."
He shook his head. "I hate to bring this up since you just got home, but we have a big problem."
Misao stopped fidgeting and looked him in the eye. "What kind of problem?"
Okina began to pace as he explained the situation to Misao. "I don't want you to feel that all of this rests on your shoulders. This problem has been growing for some time. Do you understand?"
Misao nodded, slightly confused.
"I won't beat around the bush or sugar coat this. The Aoiya is late on many of its payments. We're out of money, basically. Part of it is because of our recent assistance in police missions while they're short on officers. But lately, we just haven't had as many customers as we used to.
Despite that, we haven't cut back on our spending to make up for it. As I said, it's been happening for a while now and I should have done something to stop it, but I didn't and now we're in very big trouble. I would like you to take a look at the recent ledgers and make sure I've calculated everything correctly. I know we're broke, but I want to make sure I've got the right figures."
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Misao tapped her finger to her mouth as Okina paced the floor in his office, stroking his beard. "Jiya, you've calculated everything correctly. What are we going to do?"
Okina pinched the bridge of his nose, as if warding off a headache. "We'll call a meeting and see what we can come up with. That's the only thing we can do."
Misao got up to leave. "I'll go see what Aoshi-sama thinks."
Her surrogate grandfather grabbed her arm. "You most certainly will not, young lady."
"But, Jiya!"
"Misao, he needs to heal right now. Let him deal with his personal problems first."
Misao blinked and gaped. "Have you lost your senses?! This pertains to him as well! He lives here and if we lose the restaurant, where will we all go? Don't you think that's a rather important issue that he should be a part of?"
Okina sighed as he started for the door. "Tell him if you wish, but make it clear that he is not required to attend the meeting. We don't have to run to Aoshi for every problem that arises. We are capable of handling this ourselves, Misao." He slid the shoji shut, leaving Misao with her thoughts.
The only one she could from at the moment was simple. "Shit."
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A/N: Yes, it's humor as stated, but that happens once they figure out what to do! Let me know what ya think! Hugs & Kisses!
To Save The Aoiya Chapter 1: How It Happened
Misao wearily made her way down the dark street to the Aoiya. She could have stopped and rested for the night, but she was ready to be back in her own room in her own bed. Dawn was fast approaching, but she knew Jiya would take pity and let her sleep in for the day. She dragged her heavy limbs, the lamp in front of the Aoiya blurring as her vision wavered from exhaustion. "Damn it was stupid to walk all night after traveling all day yesterday." In her mind the words were clear, but would have been slurred to any listeners. She climbed the stairs and crawled into her bed, not even putting forth the effort to change into sleeping clothes.
Misao woke close to noon, the sun hurting her eyes. "Shit. I'm not ready to get up yet." She tried to go back to sleep, but the banging and talking in the kitchen downstairs combined with the sun made it impossible. She grumpily threw her covers back and headed into the bathhouse. Once clean and changed into fresh clothes she felt ten times better and put on a smile for her family.
"I'm home, everyone!"
Okon and Omasu smiled broadly at her. "Misao-chan! How did the mission go?"
Misao rolled her eyes. "Well, it was fine until I found out I had to play the part of Saitoh's female companion to get into the drug dealer's house." She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "That man is horrible. It was all I could do to keep from knocking him out through the whole ordeal."
Shiro chuckled as he passed her. "Maybe it would have done him some good to get knocked out."
Misao nodded her head in agreement. "It would have, but the mission would have been ruined."
Okina burst through the door. "I knew I heard my pretty Misao's voice!"
He grabbed her in his bone-crushing bear hug and swung her around.
Misao began to flail her arms and gasp. "Jiya! Can't.breathe."
The old man dropped her to the ground. "Sorry, Misao-chan! I just miss you so when you're gone."
Misao picked herself up and straightened her clothing. "Well, you want my report?"
Okina nodded and lead Misao upstairs into his office. "Begin when you're ready, Misao."
Misao took a seat across from him and took a deep breath. "Well, we went undercover, got into the house and managed to gather the incriminating documents. Then, I was excused and came home."
Okina eyed her suspiciously. "Yes, I see. I sent you with more than enough money for your travels, so where is the extra?"
Misao squirmed under his gaze. "Well, you see.I needed a few things for the mission.and then.well."
The old man sighed. "Misao, you use way too much money on these missions. I understand it's hard to be away from home and you like to indulge a little on the way back, but you can't spend as much as you do."
"I know that, Jiya. But, it's so hard when I've got the money to stay in a nice hotel. If you didn't give me the extra money I wouldn't spend it. You know how bad I am with finances."
He shook his head. "I hate to bring this up since you just got home, but we have a big problem."
Misao stopped fidgeting and looked him in the eye. "What kind of problem?"
Okina began to pace as he explained the situation to Misao. "I don't want you to feel that all of this rests on your shoulders. This problem has been growing for some time. Do you understand?"
Misao nodded, slightly confused.
"I won't beat around the bush or sugar coat this. The Aoiya is late on many of its payments. We're out of money, basically. Part of it is because of our recent assistance in police missions while they're short on officers. But lately, we just haven't had as many customers as we used to.
Despite that, we haven't cut back on our spending to make up for it. As I said, it's been happening for a while now and I should have done something to stop it, but I didn't and now we're in very big trouble. I would like you to take a look at the recent ledgers and make sure I've calculated everything correctly. I know we're broke, but I want to make sure I've got the right figures."
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Misao tapped her finger to her mouth as Okina paced the floor in his office, stroking his beard. "Jiya, you've calculated everything correctly. What are we going to do?"
Okina pinched the bridge of his nose, as if warding off a headache. "We'll call a meeting and see what we can come up with. That's the only thing we can do."
Misao got up to leave. "I'll go see what Aoshi-sama thinks."
Her surrogate grandfather grabbed her arm. "You most certainly will not, young lady."
"But, Jiya!"
"Misao, he needs to heal right now. Let him deal with his personal problems first."
Misao blinked and gaped. "Have you lost your senses?! This pertains to him as well! He lives here and if we lose the restaurant, where will we all go? Don't you think that's a rather important issue that he should be a part of?"
Okina sighed as he started for the door. "Tell him if you wish, but make it clear that he is not required to attend the meeting. We don't have to run to Aoshi for every problem that arises. We are capable of handling this ourselves, Misao." He slid the shoji shut, leaving Misao with her thoughts.
The only one she could from at the moment was simple. "Shit."
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A/N: Yes, it's humor as stated, but that happens once they figure out what to do! Let me know what ya think! Hugs & Kisses!