Title: Coincidence
Pairing: Misao X Seta Soujiro
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters ::sighing:: So don't sue me?
Note: ::sweatdrop:: Please C &C
Chapter 2Hauling the bucket up, Kamatari bent down wearily and poured the water into the pail he had next to him. His kimono fluttered slightly with the breeze. Eyes narrowing, he straightened abruptly, half expecting Misao to pop up behind him, or to scare him out of his wits by jumping out from a tree. When none of that happened, he sighed in relief and headed back into the kitchen of the Aoiya.
"You're still in one piece" Okon gave him a small smile.
"Hai" he muttered. Keeping his face rigid, he offered to help with the carrots.
"Nah, Omasu and I can handle it."
"Why don't you relax?" Omasu pointed to a chair. "You deserve it, after all those pranks Misao pulled on you and Aoshi-sama"
"Yeah," Shiro laughed as he stirred the soup. "Remember the time Misao got you drunk and put you in Aoshi's futon?"
"Aoshi-sama panicked when he saw you snuggled right next to him," Okon giggled. Grimacing, Kamatari bent his head down.
"I remember that." He sighed. "Sometimes I think jail would have been easier"
"Perhaps" Omasu laughed. "But you were lucky Misao stood up for you. She gave you a second chance"
"Yeah" Shiro agreed. "After knowing her, I bet you can't imagine life without her"
"I can't remember my life before her," Kamatari admitted. "But I'm sure it was more peaceful"
"MISAO!!!!!!!" Storming into the kitchen, a red face Aoshi gazed around frantically for any sign of the purple hair girl.
"What's all this commotion?" Okina complained as he walked in.
"M-Misao" Aoshi clinched his fist. "Where is she?"
"She's out" Okon blinked. "I sent her on an errand."
"What did she do this time?" Okina sighed.
"Look at what she did." Aoshi held up a paper crane all blotted with black ink. "This was very important!"
"Let me see" Omasu wiped her hands on her apron and glanced at it. "It's ruin" she shook her head. "Oh, Misao-chan" she muttered. "Sometimes you go too far"
"Hello" Misao cheerfully walked through the door. "Sorry, I took so long. I accidentally bumped into someone and…what?" She glazed around confused. Why was everyone staring at her like that?
"What's wrong?" Misao frowned. Tugging at her braid nervously, she backed away in fear when Aoshi held up a paper bird.
"Misao" His voice grew soft and dangerous.
'Uh, oh' she laughed weakly. Glancing around, she pleaded with her eyes for someone to help her. Any one…Omasu and Okon quickly went back to chopping their vegetables, Shiro was busy stirring the soup, and she knew she couldn't depend on Okina for any kind of help. The only person left was Kamatari.
'Please' she begged with her eyes. 'Help me!' Pleading, her heart sank slightly when Kamatari shook his head.
"Some friends" she muttered bitterly.
"Misao" Aoshi eyes narrowed when he stalked towards her.
"H-Hai?" Offering him an innocent smile, she gave a sigh of relief when she felt the kitchen door behind her. Turning around, she tugged it open and jumped out, only bumped into someone.
"This is a strange coincidence" Soujiro beamed at her.
"It is" Misao frantically got up. "I've got to go, bye!"
"Wait!" Soujiro grabbed her arm, his face looked worriedly. "Are you in trouble?"
"Yes, I am" Misao tried to tugged her arm away. "I've got to get away before he comes"
"He?"
"Get your hands off of her," A voice growled. Gazing up, Soujiro was startled to see Shinomori Aoshi standing there.
"Eeep!" Hiding behind Soujiro, Misao was surprised to see Aoshi turning pale.
"What's the matter?" Okon frowned as she walked out.
"Shinomori-san" Soujiro beamed.
"Misao, get away from him" Aoshi ordered. His voice grew strain.
"What?" her jaw dropped.
"What's going on?"
"Kamatari-san?" Soujiro jaw dropped when he saw the cross-dresser.
"Seta?" Kamatari face froze. "Misao move away!"
"Why?" Misao frowned. "What's wrong with all of you?"
"Just do what they say!" Okina barked.
"I still don't understand" Misao face grew red with anger.
"If you hurt her," Okon warned as she took a step forward. "Just give us Misao nice and easy."
"But I don't think Misao-dono wants to go with you" Soujiro beamed.
"Who cares what you think?" Shiro's gripped tighten on his wooden spoon.
"Misao-dono?" Soujiro turned to her. "Do you want to go with these people?"
"I, Uh, well…" Taking her answer as a no, Soujiro grabbed and flung her over his shoulder before running out the door.
"He kidnapped Misao!" Omasu grew frantic. Rushing outside, they glanced through the crowd streets.
"It's no use" Kamatari frowned. "They're gone"
TBC