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 IV (aka Will it ever stop?! JK)

Disclaimer: WE all know who created Rurouni Kenshin and its characters...and it wasn't me *sobs*

"Aoshi-sama, I'll be back later.

Don't fret, though it's late, I'll return later."

I snicker as I imagine the look

That he made - slightly uplifted eyebrow.

The time - extreme amount of time - it took

To change places. Now I have the know-how

To alter our positions, Yes! Look, Look!

I know what frustrates you. Desired bliss!

And now reason brings me to an old bar,

And I wait at the counter of that bar.

To know what men really want, ask a male.

So I sit at the shabby countertop,

This is not easy, but I cannot fail.

I greet the men and conversations stop.

Fear will not triumph at a time like this.

I order sake, and all the men laugh.

I ask for some assistance, and they laugh.

Temper building, anger rising - That's it!

The old farts are still laughing around me!

I stand up, yet one forces me to sit

With a mocking smile, Now, I'm angry!

"You see now what I can do, little girl?

Is this the help that you want, little girl?"