A/N: If anyone of you who is right now reading this fic that knows how to
change one's penname, kindly tell this poor author typing stories for your
enjoyment!!!PLZ?PLZ?'Coz, I don't want to be recognized as shicsaaczzz-the-
s2pid psyc. I want to be recognized as the great *Killua K.*. Well, I'm
just being an emotional person. Gah!
Back to my normal self!!! ^__^ Again, I made a fic A/M because I really like this couple. I ain't exactly sure, but they've got this magic or intoxication that I just can't resist. They're so sweet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin (And I also don't own "Stay" by Lisa Loeb). But can you please tell me.
Can I steal it from.err.I forgot the great person who invented this great anime or manga though. But can I steal it from him? Bah!!!Just joking.even if it wasn't really a nice kind of joke. Well, on with the story.
Promises
Chapter 1: Cold
A/N: Sorry, I have to tell this chappie on someone's POV. Because, ummm.I think it would be much better. Well, what's the meaning of OOC? I mean, every time I would read a fic, they would use this acronym for something. And I just can't relate myself to it!!!! GRR.
~*~*~*
I opened the door to my room and peeped from it.
Then I saw him.
He was meditating, 'Again.' I thought. I could see his muscular body. His full form and his raven hair swaying against the wind that entered from the window. 'I wonder, hmm.how can he meditate at this kind of temperature. It's so cold and yet he doesn't stop.'
I haven't seen his face.
Never have I caught a glimpse of his "handsome features". Well, he just arrived last Saturday. And it's been one week. Whenever I would enter my own room, I always see him like this-sitting on the floor. His eyes closed. Sometimes, I even get angry with him because he doesn't get out of my own place.
'Why does he have to stay in my own room and do that stupid thing?! I couldn't even get a nice nap.'
Well, because he chose my room, I am the always one who needs to serve with his stupid tea. And Whenever I would give him the cup, I would just place it on the table and tell him to serve himself. Darn, I hate to be his servant. I never *wanted* to be his servant. Sometimes, I just want to shout at him and tell him, "You have your own feet and hands! Serve your own self and don't make me run errands for you!"
Of course.
I couldn't and shouldn't do that.
Jiya told me to respect that man (although I don't see him as a respectable one). I don't even exactly know why the hell Jiya let him stay in our peaceful house.
I hate him.
Omasu and Okon-my cousins, they are always talking about him. They would tell me how his eyes sparkle in the dark or even under the morning sun. And how his bangs sway across his face. And how his lips would gently curve, either downwards as a frown or upwards as a genuine smile. Well, they have seen him and talked to him actually. Err.should I say? *Tried* to talk to him. Well, either.
He is silent-so silent. They would say. When you ask him of something, he would just reply and speak the famous 'Aa'. But, my cousins would again say, he is an intelligent man. When Jiya asks him of the things happening in his place, he would answer completely and he always gives his own opinions about them.
I don't see him as a smart boy, though.
Again, I do not like him and I hate him for ruining my days.
I moved my feet and finally entered my room. He didn't move. Well, I don't have to be surprised now. Everyday, I am surprised with his acts.
"What do you want?"
I was startled. Bah! Why does he have to ask me of that? What do I want?! I want him to get out of my room and leave our house for goodness's sake!!!
But actually. . .
This is the first time, I heard him speak.
"Err.I am just going to s-sleep and c-could.you p-p-please-uh.get out of my room and stop meditating?" I said. I tried to be calm and still polite. I didn't want him to be angry with me for interrupting him.
"You can sleep whenever you want. But I can meditate as LONG AS I WANT. I will never be an interruption to your sleep, won't I?"
I gulped the lump in my throat. 'Uh-oh! He's getting so angry.'
"W-well, y-you see.
I snore!!! Yes, I snore when I sleep and I would just disturb you. You wouldn't want that."
"No."
"So.please leave my room first and let me.sleep."
Surprisingly, he stood up. He was so tall and I didn't exactly know what happened to me that time.
I, personally. . .
Admired his body, his built and everything about him.
"Umm..so, you'll leave?" I asked.
He turned around and I didn't want to see his face. I am so afraid. What would he look like? His eyes? Would they blaze with anger?
I closed my eyes tightly and lowered my head. He started to walk towards me. I could hear his footsteps and his sensation getting closer.
"Gomen ne." I spoke in fear when I felt his arm beside me.
"Daijobou, Mi-chan," he uttered.
'W-what?! Did he just call me with my name? But how did he know?' I decided to open my eyes and try to see his face for the first time. I want to see the sparkle in his eyes and how he looks. I want to see if he's smiling or just giving me a stupid frown. Or is he scowling with anger because of me? I want to see him. It's been a long time. I have seen only his back and his body but never his face. Now, for the first time. . .
But. . .
First times. . .
Are hard to grab. . .
And I haven't seen him . . .
A/N: Yahoo! I finished a chappie. Is it confusing? Tell me, ok? And please review this fic? Is it boring? Well I think it is, and I think the story is still vague. But I will make it crystal clear for you after I've made some chapters. Sorry, this has to be short. Anyways, review!!! Jan e, minna-san! ^__^
Back to my normal self!!! ^__^ Again, I made a fic A/M because I really like this couple. I ain't exactly sure, but they've got this magic or intoxication that I just can't resist. They're so sweet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin (And I also don't own "Stay" by Lisa Loeb). But can you please tell me.
Can I steal it from.err.I forgot the great person who invented this great anime or manga though. But can I steal it from him? Bah!!!Just joking.even if it wasn't really a nice kind of joke. Well, on with the story.
Promises
Chapter 1: Cold
A/N: Sorry, I have to tell this chappie on someone's POV. Because, ummm.I think it would be much better. Well, what's the meaning of OOC? I mean, every time I would read a fic, they would use this acronym for something. And I just can't relate myself to it!!!! GRR.
~*~*~*
I opened the door to my room and peeped from it.
Then I saw him.
He was meditating, 'Again.' I thought. I could see his muscular body. His full form and his raven hair swaying against the wind that entered from the window. 'I wonder, hmm.how can he meditate at this kind of temperature. It's so cold and yet he doesn't stop.'
I haven't seen his face.
Never have I caught a glimpse of his "handsome features". Well, he just arrived last Saturday. And it's been one week. Whenever I would enter my own room, I always see him like this-sitting on the floor. His eyes closed. Sometimes, I even get angry with him because he doesn't get out of my own place.
'Why does he have to stay in my own room and do that stupid thing?! I couldn't even get a nice nap.'
Well, because he chose my room, I am the always one who needs to serve with his stupid tea. And Whenever I would give him the cup, I would just place it on the table and tell him to serve himself. Darn, I hate to be his servant. I never *wanted* to be his servant. Sometimes, I just want to shout at him and tell him, "You have your own feet and hands! Serve your own self and don't make me run errands for you!"
Of course.
I couldn't and shouldn't do that.
Jiya told me to respect that man (although I don't see him as a respectable one). I don't even exactly know why the hell Jiya let him stay in our peaceful house.
I hate him.
Omasu and Okon-my cousins, they are always talking about him. They would tell me how his eyes sparkle in the dark or even under the morning sun. And how his bangs sway across his face. And how his lips would gently curve, either downwards as a frown or upwards as a genuine smile. Well, they have seen him and talked to him actually. Err.should I say? *Tried* to talk to him. Well, either.
He is silent-so silent. They would say. When you ask him of something, he would just reply and speak the famous 'Aa'. But, my cousins would again say, he is an intelligent man. When Jiya asks him of the things happening in his place, he would answer completely and he always gives his own opinions about them.
I don't see him as a smart boy, though.
Again, I do not like him and I hate him for ruining my days.
I moved my feet and finally entered my room. He didn't move. Well, I don't have to be surprised now. Everyday, I am surprised with his acts.
"What do you want?"
I was startled. Bah! Why does he have to ask me of that? What do I want?! I want him to get out of my room and leave our house for goodness's sake!!!
But actually. . .
This is the first time, I heard him speak.
"Err.I am just going to s-sleep and c-could.you p-p-please-uh.get out of my room and stop meditating?" I said. I tried to be calm and still polite. I didn't want him to be angry with me for interrupting him.
"You can sleep whenever you want. But I can meditate as LONG AS I WANT. I will never be an interruption to your sleep, won't I?"
I gulped the lump in my throat. 'Uh-oh! He's getting so angry.'
"W-well, y-you see.
I snore!!! Yes, I snore when I sleep and I would just disturb you. You wouldn't want that."
"No."
"So.please leave my room first and let me.sleep."
Surprisingly, he stood up. He was so tall and I didn't exactly know what happened to me that time.
I, personally. . .
Admired his body, his built and everything about him.
"Umm..so, you'll leave?" I asked.
He turned around and I didn't want to see his face. I am so afraid. What would he look like? His eyes? Would they blaze with anger?
I closed my eyes tightly and lowered my head. He started to walk towards me. I could hear his footsteps and his sensation getting closer.
"Gomen ne." I spoke in fear when I felt his arm beside me.
"Daijobou, Mi-chan," he uttered.
'W-what?! Did he just call me with my name? But how did he know?' I decided to open my eyes and try to see his face for the first time. I want to see the sparkle in his eyes and how he looks. I want to see if he's smiling or just giving me a stupid frown. Or is he scowling with anger because of me? I want to see him. It's been a long time. I have seen only his back and his body but never his face. Now, for the first time. . .
But. . .
First times. . .
Are hard to grab. . .
And I haven't seen him . . .
A/N: Yahoo! I finished a chappie. Is it confusing? Tell me, ok? And please review this fic? Is it boring? Well I think it is, and I think the story is still vague. But I will make it crystal clear for you after I've made some chapters. Sorry, this has to be short. Anyways, review!!! Jan e, minna-san! ^__^