Well, everyone, this is the end. Hope you enjoyed my little story. This is the last chapter. I thought it
would be longer, but I just couldn't stretch it and I don't really think it needed stretching. There were some
boring parts I could have made longer, but since they're boring, why bother? Anyway, hope you enjoy the
end! (No, there will be no lemon. Perverted jokes, maybe. But, I can't bring myself to write a lemon so
don't expect any. At least not for a while. Maybe if I get brave and more confident in my writing skills I'll
give it a go!) Enjoy the last bit!
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MISAO'S APPEARANCE
Part 4
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Hannya sighed as they trudged back home. 'Home. We haven't set foot in the door for eight years. Can
we still call it home?'
Misao watched him noticing the change in his walk. "Hannya, you're slowing down. Are you all right?"
He looked back at the worried girl. "I'm fine, Misao. Just a little worried about everyone's reactions to
us."
Misao smiled brightly. "All of you come here and sit with me." She sat on a rock and the rest sat on the
ground in front of her like schoolchildren with a teacher. "Every time I left to look for you, the others
would always wish me luck. They want all of you to come home just as badly as I do. I know you left
because you thought the only thing you could do was fight. But, all of you have skills that are needed in
modern Japan. In the Aoiya, we could use Shikijo as a security guard. Beshimi, you could be our resident
doctor with your knowledge of medicines and poisons. Hannya, you were always a wonderful cook. And,
Hyottoko we need someone who can help with serving. With your large hands you could easily balance a
tray and help out." She paused and looked at Aoshi. "And where would we be without our leader? The
Oniwabanshuu still goes on missions. We help the police force quite a lot. So, you could come home and
still be the fighters you want to be."
She looked at her hands in her lap waiting for a response. Aoshi reached up and grabbed her hand. "Thank
you, Misao. That means a lot to me."
Misao blushed as she looked into his blue eyes. "I meant every word, Aoshi-sama."
They resumed the journey and Misao started thinking. 'He never responded to my outburst at Kanryu's.
Part of me is glad, and another part wants some sort of acknowledgement.' She decided not to think too
much about it. She was just grateful that he was coming home.
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They set up camp for the night and Misao plopped down in her spot. "I'm so tired!"
"Misao, we could have stopped to rest for you." Shikijo was looking at her like he wanted to reprimand her
but laugh at the same time.
"No way, Shikijo! I have just as much endurance as the rest of you." She began to untie her braid and
hummed as she brushed her hair. The men watched enraptured with her movements. She had her eyes
closed and the hair fell into her lap as she hummed drawing attention to things they shouldn't be thinking
about. They all kept shaking their heads trying to picture the little girl to keep their thoughts chaste, but
couldn't. When they'd open their eyes, all they would see was a grown woman.
Hyottoko couldn't take it anymore. "Stop, Misao!"
She popped her eyes open at his outburst. "What's wrong, Hyottoko? Is my humming that horrible?"
He looked around for help. He didn't know what to say next. Beshimi jumped in. "Misao, it's just that
your hair keeps falling into your lap…and….we can't help but think thoughts we shouldn't and….." He
trailed off not sure what to say next.
Misao narrowed her eyes at him and then looked around at all of them. "Bunch of perverts. Can't a girl
brush her hair?"
Hannya offered up his opinion. "Misao, we haven't been around women in a long time. We were always
working. So now, even though it's you and we raised you partially, it is difficult to keep our minds clean.
Please forgive us."
"Oh gross. I didn't want to hear that!" Misao looked at Hannya with her eyes wide.
Shikijo noticed Misao's expression and decided to take advantage of it, being the one with the dirtiest
mind. "Misao, men do have relations with women. It's a need that must be satisfied or this is what
happens."
Aoshi knew what Shikijo was trying to do and hid his smirk. He watched amused as Misao gave the
expected reaction.
"Oh no! I don't want to think about you guys as guys! I mean you're my family! I was perfectly happy
just pretending you didn't do that sort of thing!" Her hands flew to her head. "Oh someone stop the
visions! They won't stop!" She closed her eyes tightly and fell to her side. "Gross! Gross! Gross!"
Aoshi's calm voice stopped her. "Misao, why does that bother you so?"
Misao's mouth worked silently for a moment. "I don't know. It's just something I don't want to think
about any of you doing! You guys are supposed to just fight and help in the Aoiya and Aoshi-sama, you
are supposed to lead and that's all. No room for women." She crossed her arms over her chest in finality.
Shikijo looked at her arms' positions and chuckled. "Misao, you really shouldn't cross your arms under
your chest. It makes people notice things."
Misao's face flamed, part embarrassment, part rage. "HENTAI!!!!"
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Misao whistled as she skipped along the road leading to the Aoiya while the guys fidgeted nervously.
"Misao, will they really accept us again?"
Misao stopped in her tracks and whirled around. "Beshimi! I have told you numerous times, YES! Will
you please stop asking that?"
"Sorry."
"You're forgiven."
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Omasu took a moment to look around the busy street while she dumped out a bucket of water. She glanced
to the right and saw six figures walking towards her. They were almost black against the sunset, but she
could see the forms of Misao, Aoshi, Beshimi, Hyottoko, Shikijo and Hannya. She raced back inside.
"Everyone! Come quick! They're home! Misao found them and brought them home!"
Okina, Kuro, Shiro and Okon followed Omasu outside. Their faces lit up as their lost members came more
clearly into view. Misao ran to the other half of her family and hugged them all.
Okina just looked at the five men and nodded his head accepting them back into the Aoiya.
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Misao sat outside looking up at the stars. Suddenly she heard five voices behind her. "What's going on
guys?"
They all sat down around her and looked seriously at her. Shikijo spoke first. "Misao, we just wanted to
thank you for everything. It's nice to have a home again. It's nice to have a family."
Hannya spoke next. "Maybe it is not a family bound by blood, but I believe that makes ours stronger. We
chose each other. In a real family, you don't get that choice."
Misao smiled as she listened to them talking. Tears gathered in her eyes and she couldn't stop them from
falling.
"Misao, what's wrong?" Aoshi looked at her questioningly.
"Aoshi-sama, all of you, it's just so nice to have you home again. I missed all of you so much. I was afraid
I'd never hear your voices again or I'd never see you again. I'm so glad you're all here."
Aoshi embraced Misao. "We won't leave again. I promise. I know my promises haven't meant much in
the past, but this time I'll keep it. I swear."
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Misao went to the training hall the next day and found everyone else practicing. "Who's watching the
Aoiya if everyone's in here?"
"It's all right, Misao! We're closed today!" Okina was half drunk as he watched Hannya and Shiro spar.
Misao was entranced by their movements when a quiet but deep voice spoke up. "Misao, you and I will be
sparring next."
"Huh? Aoshi-sama there's no way I could win!"
"No, there isn't if you think like that."
Misao grit her teeth as Hannya and Shiro bowed to each other ending their match. 'Crap. I'm sparring
with Aoshi-sama! What will I do?'
She looked over at him noticing he had picked up two small bokken instead of his usual kodachis. 'Of
course, dummy! He's not out to kill you!'
She grabbed her kunai and stood ready. "No, Misao. Today you will use this."
He tossed one of the small bokken to her. "You did fine with the kunai against Kanryu. It's time to learn
other weapons."
She nodded and put her kunai away. Aoshi charged her and she jumped over him. She landed softly and
spun around arm outstretched to catch his back with her bokken. He narrowly avoided it and jumped up
above her. She crouched low and brought the hilt up to catch him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of
him. He landed on his back and looked over at her. "I didn't know you could actually fight with it. Why
didn't you tell me?"
"You never asked." She smiled playfully and tossed the bokken over to a shocked Shikijo.
Aoshi smiled inwardly. 'Clever little Misao. I'll have to get the better of her later.'
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Aoshi was in his room with the other members. All of them were listening intently to the young man's
plan. "So, everyone knows what will happen tonight. Don't come to Misao's rescue. It will just be me
and my revenge for earlier today."
He marched down the hall to Misao's room wearing just a yukata. He knocked and slid the door open. He
almost lost all his nerve when he saw her. She was sitting in front of the window with a pale glow from the
moon washing over her. Her hair was down and recently brushed and her yukata showed more curves than
her earlier ninja outfit or kimono had shown. "Misao, I need to speak to you."
"Yes, Aoshi-sama?" Her heart began to pound. 'He's in my room at night! What do I do? Do I turn
around? Yes, I should turn around. It would be rude to keep my back to him.'
She turned to face him and her heart seemed to stop. 'HE'S IN A YUKATA! WHAT DO I DO?' Her
mind began screaming.
Aoshi smiled slightly when her eyes grew wide. 'Perfect reaction.' The whole plan was to make Misao
completely uncomfortable. That was all. And since he knew perfectly well what her feelings were he
knew it would work.
"Misao, why do you look so shocked? I need to speak with you, that's all."
Misao forced her mouth closed. "What did you need to speak with me about, Aoshi-sama?" 'Stay calm,
stay calm. CALM! WHY IS HE SO CLOSE?!' She tried to control her shivers unsuccessfully.
"Misao, you seem so tense." Aoshi was standing behind her. "You know what you need to loosen up?"
Misao couldn't form words so she just shook her head in a 'no' motion.
"THIS!" He began to tickle her sides knowing she was completely ticklish.
"AAH! AOSHI-SAMA STOP! STOP IT!" Misao was laughing and trying to talk at the same time.
"CAN'T BREATHE! CAN'T BREATHE! STOP!" She was on her back with Aoshi perched over her.
She managed to quit giggling and started to catch her breath in short little gasps.
Aoshi looked at her slightly parted lips and licked his own. He leaned forward and then quickly sat back up
before he made contact with Misao. "Misao, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He stood and started
to leave, but Misao grabbed his sleeve.
"Aoshi-sama, don't go! Please!" She pulled him around and yanked him down by his collar and kissed
him. She pulled back after a few seconds to watch his reaction. He looked at her and she blushed. "I'm
sorry. I just couldn't let you go like that. I meant what I said in Kanryu's mansion. I love you."
Aoshi looked down at her and sighed. "I can't say it back, Misao." She felt tears fill her eyes and her heart
snap in two. "I just met you today. I knew the child but not the woman, Misao. I am attracted to you
though. Let's start from there and see where it goes."
Misao's face lit up. "Aoshi-sama, I'm so happy! It's not exactly the way I dreamed it would be, but it's
better than rejection."
He chuckled at her and planted another kiss on her lips. Neither one noticed the faces in the doorway.
Okon and Omasu were blowing their noses and dabbing at their eyes while the men smiled on. "I don't
think Aoshi-sama's revenge went the way he wanted it to." Kuro spoke while comforting Okon.
Hannya was next. "Perhaps not, but I do believe he's happy with the turn of events."
Everyone went back to their rooms to give the couple their privacy.
THE END
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So not smooth, but I'm horrible at endings so this will have to do. Please review! If you don't have
anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. If you have something CONSTRUCTIVE to say, then
by all means go right ahead. Always willing to improve! Thanks for reading!
would be longer, but I just couldn't stretch it and I don't really think it needed stretching. There were some
boring parts I could have made longer, but since they're boring, why bother? Anyway, hope you enjoy the
end! (No, there will be no lemon. Perverted jokes, maybe. But, I can't bring myself to write a lemon so
don't expect any. At least not for a while. Maybe if I get brave and more confident in my writing skills I'll
give it a go!) Enjoy the last bit!
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MISAO'S APPEARANCE
Part 4
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Hannya sighed as they trudged back home. 'Home. We haven't set foot in the door for eight years. Can
we still call it home?'
Misao watched him noticing the change in his walk. "Hannya, you're slowing down. Are you all right?"
He looked back at the worried girl. "I'm fine, Misao. Just a little worried about everyone's reactions to
us."
Misao smiled brightly. "All of you come here and sit with me." She sat on a rock and the rest sat on the
ground in front of her like schoolchildren with a teacher. "Every time I left to look for you, the others
would always wish me luck. They want all of you to come home just as badly as I do. I know you left
because you thought the only thing you could do was fight. But, all of you have skills that are needed in
modern Japan. In the Aoiya, we could use Shikijo as a security guard. Beshimi, you could be our resident
doctor with your knowledge of medicines and poisons. Hannya, you were always a wonderful cook. And,
Hyottoko we need someone who can help with serving. With your large hands you could easily balance a
tray and help out." She paused and looked at Aoshi. "And where would we be without our leader? The
Oniwabanshuu still goes on missions. We help the police force quite a lot. So, you could come home and
still be the fighters you want to be."
She looked at her hands in her lap waiting for a response. Aoshi reached up and grabbed her hand. "Thank
you, Misao. That means a lot to me."
Misao blushed as she looked into his blue eyes. "I meant every word, Aoshi-sama."
They resumed the journey and Misao started thinking. 'He never responded to my outburst at Kanryu's.
Part of me is glad, and another part wants some sort of acknowledgement.' She decided not to think too
much about it. She was just grateful that he was coming home.
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They set up camp for the night and Misao plopped down in her spot. "I'm so tired!"
"Misao, we could have stopped to rest for you." Shikijo was looking at her like he wanted to reprimand her
but laugh at the same time.
"No way, Shikijo! I have just as much endurance as the rest of you." She began to untie her braid and
hummed as she brushed her hair. The men watched enraptured with her movements. She had her eyes
closed and the hair fell into her lap as she hummed drawing attention to things they shouldn't be thinking
about. They all kept shaking their heads trying to picture the little girl to keep their thoughts chaste, but
couldn't. When they'd open their eyes, all they would see was a grown woman.
Hyottoko couldn't take it anymore. "Stop, Misao!"
She popped her eyes open at his outburst. "What's wrong, Hyottoko? Is my humming that horrible?"
He looked around for help. He didn't know what to say next. Beshimi jumped in. "Misao, it's just that
your hair keeps falling into your lap…and….we can't help but think thoughts we shouldn't and….." He
trailed off not sure what to say next.
Misao narrowed her eyes at him and then looked around at all of them. "Bunch of perverts. Can't a girl
brush her hair?"
Hannya offered up his opinion. "Misao, we haven't been around women in a long time. We were always
working. So now, even though it's you and we raised you partially, it is difficult to keep our minds clean.
Please forgive us."
"Oh gross. I didn't want to hear that!" Misao looked at Hannya with her eyes wide.
Shikijo noticed Misao's expression and decided to take advantage of it, being the one with the dirtiest
mind. "Misao, men do have relations with women. It's a need that must be satisfied or this is what
happens."
Aoshi knew what Shikijo was trying to do and hid his smirk. He watched amused as Misao gave the
expected reaction.
"Oh no! I don't want to think about you guys as guys! I mean you're my family! I was perfectly happy
just pretending you didn't do that sort of thing!" Her hands flew to her head. "Oh someone stop the
visions! They won't stop!" She closed her eyes tightly and fell to her side. "Gross! Gross! Gross!"
Aoshi's calm voice stopped her. "Misao, why does that bother you so?"
Misao's mouth worked silently for a moment. "I don't know. It's just something I don't want to think
about any of you doing! You guys are supposed to just fight and help in the Aoiya and Aoshi-sama, you
are supposed to lead and that's all. No room for women." She crossed her arms over her chest in finality.
Shikijo looked at her arms' positions and chuckled. "Misao, you really shouldn't cross your arms under
your chest. It makes people notice things."
Misao's face flamed, part embarrassment, part rage. "HENTAI!!!!"
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Misao whistled as she skipped along the road leading to the Aoiya while the guys fidgeted nervously.
"Misao, will they really accept us again?"
Misao stopped in her tracks and whirled around. "Beshimi! I have told you numerous times, YES! Will
you please stop asking that?"
"Sorry."
"You're forgiven."
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Omasu took a moment to look around the busy street while she dumped out a bucket of water. She glanced
to the right and saw six figures walking towards her. They were almost black against the sunset, but she
could see the forms of Misao, Aoshi, Beshimi, Hyottoko, Shikijo and Hannya. She raced back inside.
"Everyone! Come quick! They're home! Misao found them and brought them home!"
Okina, Kuro, Shiro and Okon followed Omasu outside. Their faces lit up as their lost members came more
clearly into view. Misao ran to the other half of her family and hugged them all.
Okina just looked at the five men and nodded his head accepting them back into the Aoiya.
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Misao sat outside looking up at the stars. Suddenly she heard five voices behind her. "What's going on
guys?"
They all sat down around her and looked seriously at her. Shikijo spoke first. "Misao, we just wanted to
thank you for everything. It's nice to have a home again. It's nice to have a family."
Hannya spoke next. "Maybe it is not a family bound by blood, but I believe that makes ours stronger. We
chose each other. In a real family, you don't get that choice."
Misao smiled as she listened to them talking. Tears gathered in her eyes and she couldn't stop them from
falling.
"Misao, what's wrong?" Aoshi looked at her questioningly.
"Aoshi-sama, all of you, it's just so nice to have you home again. I missed all of you so much. I was afraid
I'd never hear your voices again or I'd never see you again. I'm so glad you're all here."
Aoshi embraced Misao. "We won't leave again. I promise. I know my promises haven't meant much in
the past, but this time I'll keep it. I swear."
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Misao went to the training hall the next day and found everyone else practicing. "Who's watching the
Aoiya if everyone's in here?"
"It's all right, Misao! We're closed today!" Okina was half drunk as he watched Hannya and Shiro spar.
Misao was entranced by their movements when a quiet but deep voice spoke up. "Misao, you and I will be
sparring next."
"Huh? Aoshi-sama there's no way I could win!"
"No, there isn't if you think like that."
Misao grit her teeth as Hannya and Shiro bowed to each other ending their match. 'Crap. I'm sparring
with Aoshi-sama! What will I do?'
She looked over at him noticing he had picked up two small bokken instead of his usual kodachis. 'Of
course, dummy! He's not out to kill you!'
She grabbed her kunai and stood ready. "No, Misao. Today you will use this."
He tossed one of the small bokken to her. "You did fine with the kunai against Kanryu. It's time to learn
other weapons."
She nodded and put her kunai away. Aoshi charged her and she jumped over him. She landed softly and
spun around arm outstretched to catch his back with her bokken. He narrowly avoided it and jumped up
above her. She crouched low and brought the hilt up to catch him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of
him. He landed on his back and looked over at her. "I didn't know you could actually fight with it. Why
didn't you tell me?"
"You never asked." She smiled playfully and tossed the bokken over to a shocked Shikijo.
Aoshi smiled inwardly. 'Clever little Misao. I'll have to get the better of her later.'
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Aoshi was in his room with the other members. All of them were listening intently to the young man's
plan. "So, everyone knows what will happen tonight. Don't come to Misao's rescue. It will just be me
and my revenge for earlier today."
He marched down the hall to Misao's room wearing just a yukata. He knocked and slid the door open. He
almost lost all his nerve when he saw her. She was sitting in front of the window with a pale glow from the
moon washing over her. Her hair was down and recently brushed and her yukata showed more curves than
her earlier ninja outfit or kimono had shown. "Misao, I need to speak to you."
"Yes, Aoshi-sama?" Her heart began to pound. 'He's in my room at night! What do I do? Do I turn
around? Yes, I should turn around. It would be rude to keep my back to him.'
She turned to face him and her heart seemed to stop. 'HE'S IN A YUKATA! WHAT DO I DO?' Her
mind began screaming.
Aoshi smiled slightly when her eyes grew wide. 'Perfect reaction.' The whole plan was to make Misao
completely uncomfortable. That was all. And since he knew perfectly well what her feelings were he
knew it would work.
"Misao, why do you look so shocked? I need to speak with you, that's all."
Misao forced her mouth closed. "What did you need to speak with me about, Aoshi-sama?" 'Stay calm,
stay calm. CALM! WHY IS HE SO CLOSE?!' She tried to control her shivers unsuccessfully.
"Misao, you seem so tense." Aoshi was standing behind her. "You know what you need to loosen up?"
Misao couldn't form words so she just shook her head in a 'no' motion.
"THIS!" He began to tickle her sides knowing she was completely ticklish.
"AAH! AOSHI-SAMA STOP! STOP IT!" Misao was laughing and trying to talk at the same time.
"CAN'T BREATHE! CAN'T BREATHE! STOP!" She was on her back with Aoshi perched over her.
She managed to quit giggling and started to catch her breath in short little gasps.
Aoshi looked at her slightly parted lips and licked his own. He leaned forward and then quickly sat back up
before he made contact with Misao. "Misao, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He stood and started
to leave, but Misao grabbed his sleeve.
"Aoshi-sama, don't go! Please!" She pulled him around and yanked him down by his collar and kissed
him. She pulled back after a few seconds to watch his reaction. He looked at her and she blushed. "I'm
sorry. I just couldn't let you go like that. I meant what I said in Kanryu's mansion. I love you."
Aoshi looked down at her and sighed. "I can't say it back, Misao." She felt tears fill her eyes and her heart
snap in two. "I just met you today. I knew the child but not the woman, Misao. I am attracted to you
though. Let's start from there and see where it goes."
Misao's face lit up. "Aoshi-sama, I'm so happy! It's not exactly the way I dreamed it would be, but it's
better than rejection."
He chuckled at her and planted another kiss on her lips. Neither one noticed the faces in the doorway.
Okon and Omasu were blowing their noses and dabbing at their eyes while the men smiled on. "I don't
think Aoshi-sama's revenge went the way he wanted it to." Kuro spoke while comforting Okon.
Hannya was next. "Perhaps not, but I do believe he's happy with the turn of events."
Everyone went back to their rooms to give the couple their privacy.
THE END
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So not smooth, but I'm horrible at endings so this will have to do. Please review! If you don't have
anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. If you have something CONSTRUCTIVE to say, then
by all means go right ahead. Always willing to improve! Thanks for reading!