Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Note:
I erased the part about someone calling an ambulance. I don't think there is such a thing as an ambulance back in RK time. What do you think? In the first line, I wrote Misao MAKIMACHI instead of SHINOMORI because I mean to introduce the characters first as we know them generally. But in chapter three, I use Misao Shinomori. Hope that doesn't create any distortion, whatever.
Loved too late
A reason to hate
But not this heart.
--- g3ozLizh
THE GREATEST THING
By g3ozLizh
Prologue
The bullet came whizzing so fast that Misao Makimachi had little time to react. But because she had set her heart into it, she was able to stop it --- stop the bullet from killing the man she realized she loves.
Her whole body jerked up as the bullet penetrated deep into her flesh and she could only cry out a sharp hiss of breath; life was rapidly seeping away from her.
For a moment, the man who the girl shielded could not move. He was too taken aback; everything happened so fast. Only when her body sagged against him that he snapped out of it and caught her. He could not believe what was happening.
"Misao!" He crouched down on the grown slowly with his wife lying in his arms. The feel of the warm thick fluid flowing from her was enough to make him call out to her again when she didn't respond.
Somebody called for a doctor and some aids and they would arrive any minute now… The officers around were trying to move away the curious and shocked masses from the scene.
But he didn't heed any attention to them. All that mattered was saving the angel being taken away from him with each passing second.
"Aoshi…" A frail hand reached out to touch the side of his face and Aoshi Shinomori was fast to clasp it into his, clinging to whatever he could hold on to.
Misao's face would have registered shock if it weren't for the fact that she really was numb all over. Only until this time did her husband respond to her touch like that…
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"Where are you going?"
Sano didn't much as glance back as he hurried along the steps leading to the clinic's exit. "I've got to go to Misao! Before it's too late…"
The lady doctor watched him go and though she wanted to demand why, she couldn't. She remained standing at the top of the stairs long after he was gone and sadly glanced over her shoulder at the dinner she had spread over the low table. She sighed dejectedly as she dragged her feet to sit alongside the it. She scanned her eyes over the dishes. So much for these.
She adamantly decided to wait for him though a part of her knew she would never know when he'd be back again.
And indeed, he did not return.
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Heart thudded twice the double time at how cold her hand was. He opened his eyes which he realized he had closed when he pressed her hand to his face in a symbol of silent plea not to leave him. Seeing at how glazed over and glassy her once clear cerulean eyes were, he couldn't halt the reality marching on that she was indeed slipping through his fingers.
Aoshi wanted to hold her tightly against him and never let go. Even if he tried to conceal the one thing he was scared to come out, at the back of his mind, he knew there was no denying it any longer. Yes, he wants her to know; he wants the whole world to know but all he could think of was why? Didn't she hate her? And he hate her? And such a foolish thing for her to do…
He would have arrived at an answer but he heard her let a small gasp.
Misao gulped back a sob and closed her eyes in pain. Still, he calls her Misao. She was his wife and yet she was just Misao-chan in his eyes. Never anata… Just Misao.
Is this how I'm going to die? Will this be last thing I'll hear him say?
"Misao…" he repeated again, all the guards he had built over these years came crashing down; not because of her but for her. "Baka, Misao. Why did you do it?" He gazed down at her and for the first time in years, a tear escaped. It ran down in haste as though wanting to get far, far away from the icy blue eyes; so long he had locked everything inside.
When she opened her eyes again, the world seemed darker somehow. Was it just because of the hurt in her heart or the physical pain? Either way, she couldn't make out Aoshi's icy blue eyes clearly anymore --- or anything for that matter. Nevertheless, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Because…" Her voice was of the softest whispers and Aoshi had to lean forward to hear it and when he did, its warm feathery brush not only made him shiver but also touched his heart.
Misao moved her mouth to carry through with what she had been meaning to tell him but darkness overcame her.
A teardrop trickled slowly down the coldness having left the warmth of its cerulean ocean.
To be continued…
Author's Notes:
laughs I'm not that cruel as to kill Misao but you'll just have to read this ficcy of mine to gradually answer those questions popping in your head right now. (What happened? Who shot the bullet? Yada, yada…)
Yes, I'll admit that this is a sort of PWP (Plot? What plot?), but really, I have a draft implanted on my mind. I pretty much know the major scenes but the minor scenes are what I'm not so sure about. And even if they are only minor ones, they could well affect the whole thing… Even with SIX unfinished fics, I just have to write this one. This has been bugging my mind for quite some time.
As all of you would want to know, this is a major Aoshi/Misao and Sano/Megumi story. Concentrations on S/M would have to come later though. But they will be present in the coming chapters!
So interested to know what the plot is? Leave a review! Do email me if you want more detailed answers!
Thanks for taking an effort to read this author's senseless ramblings!!!