One Evening's Masquerade

One Evening's Masquerade

Notes: This poem is going to be primarily done in Misao's POV unless noted otherwise. If you have any questions or comments feel free to communicate them to me through the review option. Thank you and please enjoy my poemfic.

Part III

Disclaimer: Well we all know that I was not creative enough to come up with any of the characters from Rurouni Kenshin and I do not own any of them...though I wish I did..uhhhh hehehe.

"What are you thinking, Aoshi-sama?

What am I to you, Aoshi-sama?"

What more would it take to make him lustful?

"Misao…" he whispers with – was that lust?

He's not moving – "Am I not beautiful?"

"No, It's not that." He turns and leave he must

Not! Forever stay by my side, stay here!

I can't allow myself to stand idle.

No more will I be quiet and idle.

"Then why?" I ask him with all my temper.

"Your heart belongs to a more worthy man –

He's not here like you think," he says further.

I'll hold on with all the strength I can.

"It's the girl, not the monster, that you fear."

"The girl?" he asks. "Yes! I AM a woman.

The girl – that illusion – hides the woman."

Go, Leave, leave the rest for him to think through.

I'll push your thoughts out by cramming more in,

I'm sick of our old game, let's start anew.

"Don't say anything." I say as I spin

Around. A smile is my celebration;

A baffled man is my best creation!