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I am trying something new. I've been thinking of it, and I think I've solved the problem. I am going to put the translations at the end of the scenes. This will keep the scrolling down to a minimum, and should be easier. I really need your input on this. Please review. Thanks!
Major OOC this chapter…
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A man sat in his balcony, overlooking the stage and blocked by pillars from prying eyes. Behind him a tall stone solider leaned against the door, blocking the entrance. Tall thick drapes hung from the pillars, covering the walls and gaps. His eyes followed the actors in their paths around the stage. The curtain to his right drew back exposing a large black iron door that opened slowly.
A woman stepped through and closed the curtain behind her. The man continued to watch the stage, waving at the woman to sit down beside him.
"Hiding out again, cher aime1." The woman sat and winked at him. The man turned and raised one eyebrow.
"Is there something you need Misao?"
"I heard you visited Kaoru. Care to explain?" The man turned back to the stage, smiling.
"Nope."
"Kenshin, this girl is important. Do not trifle with her." Misao crossed her arms and leaned toward Kenshin. "You do and I will hurt you."
"I know."
"Do you?" Misao stared Kenshin in the eyes and then relaxed back into her seat. Kenshin continued to stare at her and then went back to watching the play.
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Kaoru stood on the stage, looking down at the six men scribbling on papers below her. She fought off the urge to fidget with her hair and clothes, knowing that they looked perfect. Misao had painstakingly twisted and pulled her hair into a tight bun with tendrils hanging down. Kaoru's clothes had been pressed and starched until they hung perfectly over her body. The men looked up one by one until all of their eyes rested on Kaoru; each face looked stonily at her before turning to each other.
"We have discussed your position in our production, and we have come to a decision." The man paused and glanced at the man next to him before turning back towards Kaoru. "We have no more major positions open, but we do have a minor part open for you. Unfortunately you would have to be a volunteer, and therefore would not get any pay."
Kaoru nodded and looked down at the floor. "Thank you for your time, I need some time to think this over."
"Of course you do, we can give you till tomorrow."
Kaoru curtseyed and exited the stage, moving past the other actors that mingled behind the curtain. She opened the back door and walked into the hallway, hurrying past the doors and pictures that graced the walls in the opera house. She opened a door and walked into the cast room, gliding past the people and stopping at her station. She sat down and reached behind her head, pulling at the pins that held up her hair, taking them out one by one.
When she had set the last of the pins on the table, she turned to face the man next to her.
"Jacques, have you see Misao?"
"Non.1"
Kaoru stood and walked across the room stopping next to a dark-haired woman. "Do you know where Misao is?"
"Ella esta en su dormitorio."
Kaoru nodded and walked back over to the man sitting next to her table. "Now, she said that…"
"Misao is in her room."
"Right!"
1 No
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Kaoru knocked on Misao's door, but it remained stubbornly closed. Kaoru sighed and knocked again.
"Misao I really need to talk to you."
A muffled sound reached past the hallway creeping slowly up Kaoru's back. A shiver raved back down, tensing her muscles. She turned and peered down the hallway, the sound read up getting closer and closer. Kaoru turned and pounded on the door, fear beings to battle with her sense.
Shouts ring out, and screams of pain begin to echo down the halls. Kaoru whipped around and ran toward the noise. The clamor got louder and louder, swords clashed, bodies began to hit the floor with a sickening thud. Kaoru burst out of the hallway, the chandelier of the lobby winked its welcome. The giggle of tinkling glass and the shifting light floated down to cover Kaoru, but its calming effect was lost to her in the clatter. Kaoru continued on and ran towards the theater.
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Misao leaned against a pillar, her eyes reflecting the dim light back in turquoise to contrast the otherwise gray surroundings. But those eyes were focused inwards, seeing nothing but memories. Her pale face showed nearly white against the black backdrop of the night. Her cloak wrapped several times around her, its end spread all across the floor.
Out of the darkness a voice arose, its tone heard but the meaning lost. The anger in it seemed to form the figure that also stepped out of the shadows. The man stalked closer to Misao, his steps light on the grass and unnoticeable among the noise. Misao stayed deceptively still.
"You have gotten poor."
"Not as poor as you. I have two guns aimed at you." The man stopped just as the moon cleared the clouds, its rays lighting up the garden.
"Do you now." Misao turned and surveyed the man in front of her. His black hair fell messily down into cool eyes of blue, his strong features even more pronounced in the moonlight. His eyes scanned her face and as she relaxed he moved closer.
"Well," Misao said on a sigh as she put away her guns and stretched slightly. "It took you long enough, Aoshi"
"What, no French?"
"Brûlez dans l'enfer.1"
"You are so sweet."
"Why are you here?"
"What, you don't like me anymore?" Aoshi moved closer to Misao, his tall frame blocking out the moon.
"No, in fact I don't."
"I think you do." He stepped in front of Misao, his arms reaching out to draw her nearer. His head went down to nuzzle her neck, his breath warming her skin. "I think you really do."
Misao reached up and encircled his neck, stroking his hair. Aoshi jerked at the feel of the cold gun against his neck. He leaned back, the gun following his movement. Misao smiled, her eyes trapping what little light shined within them. "I really don't." A shot rang out, echoing through the garden.
1Burn in hell
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