a/n: Hello! This is my first Kenshin fanfiction. While rereading one of my
all time favorite Francis Burney books, Camilla, I was suddenly inspired
with the idea of writing an Enishi/Misao fic with a similar setting. So,
here it is, or at least the intro, hehe. Hope you like it!
Summary: Misao is a sweet girl getting over her first love. Enishi is a cynical man of fashion determined to best Kenshin in the wooing of women. Join these two on their adventures through the trials and tribulations of young love.
Disclaimer: No. I don't own anything but this story. If I did, then I wouldn't be here writing fanfics, hehehe. ;op
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Scenarios
.::. Scene One: The Girl and The Boy.::.
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The rain pounded upon the roof of a lone carriage flying swiftly down the road. As the horses' hooves churned the muddy slush of the path, a tearful young woman drew back the curtains from the window. Peering forlornly out at the dark day, she found it comforting that Mother Nature seemed to understand her torment and deemed it proper for the skies to cry for her pain, her shattered heart. Gloom clung to her as second skin whilst her empty, dull blue eyes gazed at the passing winter scenery without registering what was without since her focus was within.
A fine boned hand absently brushed wayward strands of lustrous ebony behind her ear.
Not five months before, she had been an amazingly happy and carefree girl, a perpetual smile upon her face, shining from the depths of her soul. She had been content then, with nothing but her love of nature to sustain the overflowing joy within her heart. Alas, it was not to last. Every possibility of self-sustaining happiness tumbled before HIM.
He had appeared suddenly, forcing her from the oblivious innocence and naivete of girlhood. He lay siege upon her heart until it was conquered. From that moment, all her love, her elation, her life...her very soul lay within his grasp. Her only comfort for this loss of independence lay in his own apparently smitten heart.
For three wonderful months, she lived within this dream. She woke with his name upon her lips. Daily met him in the sprawling green fields of the country. Felt no joy but in his presence. Rested her eyes with visions of him behind her lids, chasing her even in her dreams.
Then, she woke up.
The very moment all seemed set for her eternal bliss, it shattered to the ground. Oh, he asked for a hand alright, only it was her sister's that was given. At first she had been devastated but understanding. Her sister had everything. Her dark beauty was coveted by all, her intelligence unrivaled, suave manners, easy grace. Megumi was everything she was not. She was Perfect. Thus, it was perfectly understandable that the perfect man would fall for the perfect woman. Everything would...just be...Perfect.
Never had she wished to be anything other than herself. Yet, at that moment, she had wished desperately to be as her sister was, to have listened to her mother's lessons upon the polish required of a lady. As soon as she thought it, she regretted it. She loved nature. She loved freedom. It was in her blood. She would not change herself for one man...no matter how glorious a man he may be.
Determined, she began to exorcise him from her soul.
No sooner had she begun to make notable progress then he would request for her presence, defer to her opinion, glance at her a certain way, and she was back to square one. At first confused, she thought herself mistaken in her interpretation of his actions. But after various repeated cases she had an epiphany.
And her family worried she wasn't bright.
She knew it then. She saw him for what he was. Comprehended his motives. She had been but a pawn, a casualty to be sacrificed for his ultimate love, fortune. Even with this discovery, the tenderhearted girl found no relief from her suffering, rather it brought her more. Her earnest warnings to Megumi and frantic entreaties to her parents fell upon deaf ears. They were all besotted with him...as was she. He was too beautiful. She needed to recover her heart before she could best decide how to proceed.
She had to get away.
Such stood the state of her affairs when she received an invitation to stay the winter months at her best friend's estate. It came not a moment too soon. Kaoru always had a knack for sensing when a girl just needed to get away for a bit.
While excitedly quitting her house earlier that week, she could have sworn regret flashed through those cool azure eyes. Regret for what might have been...ruthlessly squashing the irrational hope that sprung up within her breast at the thought, she told herself he was nothing. A gold-digger. A cheat. She did not love him. Now, if only she could believe it.
The carriage lurched to the right, jerking her out of her turbulent reflections. She had entered the private park of her destination. Closing her eyes upon the looming mansion before her, steeling herself in preparation for her arrival, a lone, crystalline tear escaped from under the confines of thick, dark lashes. A small, delicate hand quickly dispersed it as the owner sighed out two words, releasing all the longing from within her soul and attempting to likewise expel the undeserving source of all her heartache in that one breath.
"Goodbye, Aoshi-sama."
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Green eyes burned with an intensity bordering on madness as the debonair man observed the interaction between his newly reformed cousin and the much acclaimed beauty of these parts. Hm. Country-folk had no taste in such matters; she was too simple. Beautiful, yes, but there was no appeal, no intrigue...In short, she was lacking that fundamental something that all women, to the best of his knowledge, seemed to lack no matter how extensively he sought.
Impossible that a man like Kenshin could change for such a slip of a girl if he had not for his beloved sister.
Ever since the man had haphazardly broken his sister's heart in his pursuit for pleasure, an unspoken rivalry had sprung up between the two. Should he lose, Kenshin would be allowed to continue his brazen ways. Should Kenshin lose, Enishi would have the privilege of seeing Kenshin as a settled man.
The challenge - to seduce whatever innocent, hapless girl they set their sights on.
Kenshin never lost.
Not that Enishi was lacking in any way. His exotic frost white hair and emerald green gaze were the subject of many girls' fancies. Unfortunately, Kenshin's red tresses and violet eyes were no less exotic. In looks they were equal. However, Kenshin had a natural advantage. His seemingly kind and sympathetic disposition conquered more effectively then any amount of Enishi's magnetic charisma ever could. How he hated that man.
One way or another, he would win this little game, no matter the consequences.
Given, he was forever thankful Tomoe had escaped the unhappy fate of life with such a pathetic, unworthy creature. Yet, even after his sister's marriage, he could not just forgive and forget. He had not the strength to do so. And now, it was all shot to Hell, for an insignificant woman at that.
Kenshin had come to him one day and called it quits. Just like that. Enishi had not known what to make of the abrupt halt in their game...until he saw the engagement announced in the papers.
The bastard had fallen in love.
"Yukishiro-san." Startled out of his musings, he turned to the young woman with his patented smile, dazzling the girl with its brilliance while his eyes scrutinized her, taking inventory of every detail. She was rather comely.
"Yes. How may I assist you?" A fine, silver eyebrow rose in question.
"W-well, I...that is...y-y-you...want, I-I mean...do d-dan-c-ce...m-m-me-e" Flustered, the poor girl could not get on. Amused by her reaction to him, he decided to humor her. Besides, no reason not to enjoy himself when opportunity knocked. Turning up the charm, he addressed the senseless girl.
"Would you honor me with your hand for the next two dances?"
No, the game would only end when he decided to end it and only when he won.
~*~ end scene one: the girl and the boy ~*~
a/n: Not much happened, plot-wise, in this story so far. This was basically an introduction to the players of sorts as well as setting the background for the story, so sorry if it was a bit boring. It was so hard to decide to cast Aoshi as the villain, since I love Aoshi/Misao fics just as much as Enishi/Misao fics. But, Enishi's personality just seems to suit the role I intend for him better.
The next chapter will be where the fun starts, with the arrival of Misao and the solidification of Enishi's plan. And yes! There will be Enishi/Misao interaction next chapter. So, please stay tuned for:
Scene Two: The Meeting
In the mean time...Loved it? Hated it? Any grammar or spelling errors that just bugged you to death? Let me know, leave a review! Comments and criticisms are always welcomed.
Summary: Misao is a sweet girl getting over her first love. Enishi is a cynical man of fashion determined to best Kenshin in the wooing of women. Join these two on their adventures through the trials and tribulations of young love.
Disclaimer: No. I don't own anything but this story. If I did, then I wouldn't be here writing fanfics, hehehe. ;op
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Scenarios
.::. Scene One: The Girl and The Boy.::.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The rain pounded upon the roof of a lone carriage flying swiftly down the road. As the horses' hooves churned the muddy slush of the path, a tearful young woman drew back the curtains from the window. Peering forlornly out at the dark day, she found it comforting that Mother Nature seemed to understand her torment and deemed it proper for the skies to cry for her pain, her shattered heart. Gloom clung to her as second skin whilst her empty, dull blue eyes gazed at the passing winter scenery without registering what was without since her focus was within.
A fine boned hand absently brushed wayward strands of lustrous ebony behind her ear.
Not five months before, she had been an amazingly happy and carefree girl, a perpetual smile upon her face, shining from the depths of her soul. She had been content then, with nothing but her love of nature to sustain the overflowing joy within her heart. Alas, it was not to last. Every possibility of self-sustaining happiness tumbled before HIM.
He had appeared suddenly, forcing her from the oblivious innocence and naivete of girlhood. He lay siege upon her heart until it was conquered. From that moment, all her love, her elation, her life...her very soul lay within his grasp. Her only comfort for this loss of independence lay in his own apparently smitten heart.
For three wonderful months, she lived within this dream. She woke with his name upon her lips. Daily met him in the sprawling green fields of the country. Felt no joy but in his presence. Rested her eyes with visions of him behind her lids, chasing her even in her dreams.
Then, she woke up.
The very moment all seemed set for her eternal bliss, it shattered to the ground. Oh, he asked for a hand alright, only it was her sister's that was given. At first she had been devastated but understanding. Her sister had everything. Her dark beauty was coveted by all, her intelligence unrivaled, suave manners, easy grace. Megumi was everything she was not. She was Perfect. Thus, it was perfectly understandable that the perfect man would fall for the perfect woman. Everything would...just be...Perfect.
Never had she wished to be anything other than herself. Yet, at that moment, she had wished desperately to be as her sister was, to have listened to her mother's lessons upon the polish required of a lady. As soon as she thought it, she regretted it. She loved nature. She loved freedom. It was in her blood. She would not change herself for one man...no matter how glorious a man he may be.
Determined, she began to exorcise him from her soul.
No sooner had she begun to make notable progress then he would request for her presence, defer to her opinion, glance at her a certain way, and she was back to square one. At first confused, she thought herself mistaken in her interpretation of his actions. But after various repeated cases she had an epiphany.
And her family worried she wasn't bright.
She knew it then. She saw him for what he was. Comprehended his motives. She had been but a pawn, a casualty to be sacrificed for his ultimate love, fortune. Even with this discovery, the tenderhearted girl found no relief from her suffering, rather it brought her more. Her earnest warnings to Megumi and frantic entreaties to her parents fell upon deaf ears. They were all besotted with him...as was she. He was too beautiful. She needed to recover her heart before she could best decide how to proceed.
She had to get away.
Such stood the state of her affairs when she received an invitation to stay the winter months at her best friend's estate. It came not a moment too soon. Kaoru always had a knack for sensing when a girl just needed to get away for a bit.
While excitedly quitting her house earlier that week, she could have sworn regret flashed through those cool azure eyes. Regret for what might have been...ruthlessly squashing the irrational hope that sprung up within her breast at the thought, she told herself he was nothing. A gold-digger. A cheat. She did not love him. Now, if only she could believe it.
The carriage lurched to the right, jerking her out of her turbulent reflections. She had entered the private park of her destination. Closing her eyes upon the looming mansion before her, steeling herself in preparation for her arrival, a lone, crystalline tear escaped from under the confines of thick, dark lashes. A small, delicate hand quickly dispersed it as the owner sighed out two words, releasing all the longing from within her soul and attempting to likewise expel the undeserving source of all her heartache in that one breath.
"Goodbye, Aoshi-sama."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Green eyes burned with an intensity bordering on madness as the debonair man observed the interaction between his newly reformed cousin and the much acclaimed beauty of these parts. Hm. Country-folk had no taste in such matters; she was too simple. Beautiful, yes, but there was no appeal, no intrigue...In short, she was lacking that fundamental something that all women, to the best of his knowledge, seemed to lack no matter how extensively he sought.
Impossible that a man like Kenshin could change for such a slip of a girl if he had not for his beloved sister.
Ever since the man had haphazardly broken his sister's heart in his pursuit for pleasure, an unspoken rivalry had sprung up between the two. Should he lose, Kenshin would be allowed to continue his brazen ways. Should Kenshin lose, Enishi would have the privilege of seeing Kenshin as a settled man.
The challenge - to seduce whatever innocent, hapless girl they set their sights on.
Kenshin never lost.
Not that Enishi was lacking in any way. His exotic frost white hair and emerald green gaze were the subject of many girls' fancies. Unfortunately, Kenshin's red tresses and violet eyes were no less exotic. In looks they were equal. However, Kenshin had a natural advantage. His seemingly kind and sympathetic disposition conquered more effectively then any amount of Enishi's magnetic charisma ever could. How he hated that man.
One way or another, he would win this little game, no matter the consequences.
Given, he was forever thankful Tomoe had escaped the unhappy fate of life with such a pathetic, unworthy creature. Yet, even after his sister's marriage, he could not just forgive and forget. He had not the strength to do so. And now, it was all shot to Hell, for an insignificant woman at that.
Kenshin had come to him one day and called it quits. Just like that. Enishi had not known what to make of the abrupt halt in their game...until he saw the engagement announced in the papers.
The bastard had fallen in love.
"Yukishiro-san." Startled out of his musings, he turned to the young woman with his patented smile, dazzling the girl with its brilliance while his eyes scrutinized her, taking inventory of every detail. She was rather comely.
"Yes. How may I assist you?" A fine, silver eyebrow rose in question.
"W-well, I...that is...y-y-you...want, I-I mean...do d-dan-c-ce...m-m-me-e" Flustered, the poor girl could not get on. Amused by her reaction to him, he decided to humor her. Besides, no reason not to enjoy himself when opportunity knocked. Turning up the charm, he addressed the senseless girl.
"Would you honor me with your hand for the next two dances?"
No, the game would only end when he decided to end it and only when he won.
~*~ end scene one: the girl and the boy ~*~
a/n: Not much happened, plot-wise, in this story so far. This was basically an introduction to the players of sorts as well as setting the background for the story, so sorry if it was a bit boring. It was so hard to decide to cast Aoshi as the villain, since I love Aoshi/Misao fics just as much as Enishi/Misao fics. But, Enishi's personality just seems to suit the role I intend for him better.
The next chapter will be where the fun starts, with the arrival of Misao and the solidification of Enishi's plan. And yes! There will be Enishi/Misao interaction next chapter. So, please stay tuned for:
Scene Two: The Meeting
In the mean time...Loved it? Hated it? Any grammar or spelling errors that just bugged you to death? Let me know, leave a review! Comments and criticisms are always welcomed.