Why hello again, decided to update now that I'm out of school and everything.
Been...tiring. School and junk.
Ah well summer's here and everything is gonna be good!
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Disclaimer: I own only 1-12 of Rurouni Kenshin, just not the true copies. That belongs to Watsuki-sama.
Really? Am I a bad person? Did I do something wrong that angered people beyond imagine? Because what's going on right now is just cruel...
Misao was just staring still trying to understand what the situation was…
"I thought that he was ugly," she finally said, "I mean the way you talked about him, I was expecting warts and being as big as a sumo wrestler or he had some kind butt chin…something of that nature!" She paused. "But he's pretty!"
"I know!" I cried. "It's not fair; he was supposed to grow ugly and fat! What the hell happened to all those evil wishes I wished for?" That last part was to myself but Misao heard it and laughed, she has pretty good hearing.
It truly wasn't fair, beautiful red hair and the most striking eyes; Himura was one pretty good looking boy. And that's why every girl that was in our class was surrounding him, giggling like mad men at every. single. thing. he. said.
When Himura walked in with me every girl squealed. The guys in our class began to scowl, realizing that they has some form of competition, they weren't too keen on having some pretty boy take over.
Until they realized that Himura had some kind of sense of humor, and were now also talking to him.
So it's just Misao and I, in the corner of math class and Takeda-sensei reading a book that he never seems to finish.
"You know he kind of looks like a girl…" Misao whispered.
"He's always looked like that." I muttered.
"If it wasn't for that scar on he's cheek he would really look like one. The scar seems to give him some kind of masculinity." She paused, "Also I think the uniform helps a bit."
She pointed at Himura's style: messy but stylish somehow. His tie loosened a little bit while he was in here; he apparently wasn't used to wearing ties. He's pants were two sizes too big for him; he had to change pants, the ones that he did have on in the principle's office had a hole in them. He still wore his converse and belt much of the disproving look on the principle's face when he walked out. Himura has always been in some fashion of form a rebel.
"Yup, ever since he was eleven he has that scar."
"…He has really pretty hair…"
"And it's natural too."
"Really? I wonder what shampoo he uses…"
"I can't tell you that. Sorry, I don't go snooping around someone's bathroom to find out what kind of shampoo they use."
"Ha, ha, and oh a Ha." Misao replied sarcastically.
"I don't see what's so bad about him though. He seems nice and he kind of funny." I looked at her as if she was speaking Russian. "And he's really good looking, great body, gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, and nice smile. I mean if it wasn't for Aoshi I'd totally go after him…" Misao rambled.
"You know if you didn't say that last line, I'd say you were crushing on Himura." I snickered.
Misao made a face in my direction; I just gave her a smile back. I looked over at Himura, who was looking quite comfortable, being surrounded by girls and laughter. Sure on the outside you would fall for him too.
But I know what he really is.
"…an ass." I whispered.
Himura looked over at me as soon as I said that, glaring, and then looked away, going back to he's original act of being the fun-loving guy.
'Try as you might Himura I'll make sure you don't fool everyone…'
"..So you were going to tell me what happened in the principle's office…" Misao wondered and looked over at me.
I growled, "He's mother was there…"
"And that's bad?" I nodded.
"She's almost as bad as him" I stated quite clearly. "No she's worse…"
"Ah." Misao said as if she understood it all, but I know she doesn't. Sometimes I don't even know. Why do I…?
"Well apparently I have to be Himura's mentor for a week."
"It's only a week…"
"But," I said quickly before she could say anything else, "I have five classes with him."
"Oh…"she paused, "which ones?"
"Well obviously math, then science, language, history, and P.E."
"Nice."
We sat there in silence for a moment, which is odd because it's Misao and she never shuts up. But Misao is also slow sometimes, and she does take a moment to paste thing together in her head.
But that's not what was bothering me.
No it wasn't Himura being here either. Well wait, yes it was. But the question isn't 'Why does he have to be here?' it's 'Why is he here?' It doesn't make any sense to me. He pops out of no where and with no explanation.
No…he's mother has a scheme going on, I can feel it. She always has a schemes running through her head whether they're large or small, once she has an idea of how to make us miserable, she won't let it go. Ever.
Now I'm nervous, if it involves anything that has to do with Himura and I, together… 'Okay calm. Jumping to conclusions won't do me any good.' But I couldn't stop myself. I had to say it now, or I would explode.
"Something is gonna happen, I can feel it. But not a good thing."
"What?" Misao turned toward me; she had been staring off in space until now.
"Think about it, Misao. Himura comes to our school without any explanation."
Misao stared at me for a second then it clicked, "You know I think your right…but I'm not sure if I'm on the same road as you…"
"Okay, Himura's mother is a total, let's face it, bitch and has a weakness of making lesser people suffer a.k.a. me and Himura. She moves away then comes back out of the blue, when if I remember correctly she said before moving, 'I don't want to be in Tokyo to many memories.' Drives sobbing quite cheaply." I said that way to fast for my own lungs, but luckily Misao is good at translating fast talking even if she has trouble comprehending 'smart thinking'.
"Sobbing cheaply?" Misao smiled, "Sounds like something Tomoe would do."
I hissed, "If there's one more person I can't stand and would love to see fall of the side of the earth and laugh it would be Yukishiro."
Yukishiro Tomoe the girl of everyone's dreams, no wait, every boy's dreams. Every girlis either a follower or a hater. Simple really. If you want someone pretty as your friend then by all mean Yukishiro is your girl. But I don't think you want someone to steal everyone of your crushes, talks about you behind your back and acts like she did nothing wrong when you get in trouble, when it was her fault in the first place.
Did she do something to me?
The answer is yes.
"Kaoru, I can see steam…" Misao giggled.
I had to breathe. Okay breathe Kaoru breathing is good for you; it allows you to live…
"But back on subject," I continued, "it seems odd to you, right, like something's missing? I know Himura (slightly) he didn't come here without a fight, and I bet he doesn't know what's going on at all. So my guess he doesn't know what the hell going on and he's probably wondering why he's here too."
I looked over at Himura, surrounded by people who will be in awe of him for the next week. But the look in his eye, I could see questions just waiting to be asked and answered…those captivating lavender eyes…
He looked my way again and glared, an icy glare that sent me shivering. I forgot about his natural glaring abilities…but unfortunately it just made him more beautiful-
Whoa! Beautiful? Since when is Himura beautiful?!
A voice somewhere said something about he always was…but I just shook my head trying my hardest to think any harder on the subject…
...Beautiful?
"I'm gonna know when I go home, I know I will, something will happen. And won't be happy either. That's my hypothesis." I said after much thinking…
"You hypothesize too much."
"No, theories my love theories is what I do."
Misao laughed.
A slight buzz called for us to pack our things and head to second period, yet another class with the infamous Himura.
Oh joy.
I don't hate Yukishiro Tomoe. I just don't know too much about her and therefore like to use her as a bitch/whore.
Nothing against her personally, but I need one to make this story good. And also you always need one and people usually use the ones that they don't like or don't know to much about.
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