As for me, I shall go to my place
And yet, I cannot see anything at all
Misao smiled as she lay in the sunshine outside of her employer's store. It was her break and she wanted to watch the sakura petals float down from the trees. It was beautiful in Tokyo to say the least, but it was nothing like Kyoto. Suddenly there was a yell from the inside of the shop.
"Sakura! I'd like to ask you something!" her employer yelled. Yes, she had changed her name in hopes that no one would recognize her. She changed everything about her. instead of her uniform, she wore a lady's Kimono, her once proud, boasting tone was now softened and to a near whisper. Her eyes and hair were the only thing left of her formal self, and even now, her hair was short. Putting on her apron, she approached Mr. Token.
"Sir?" She asked, the man of 50 smiled while fanning the little stove. He laughed as if embarrassed.
"Mizumi is on vacation and she's the one that usually cooks my lunch. I don't want to bother the cooks for something to eat, so I was just wondering if you can cook at all." He asked. Misao, excuse me, SAKURA smiled and nodded.
"Hai. If you're willing to take a chance, I'll cook you something." Sakura said, rolling up her sleeves. Picking up the knife and then a fish she had found, she began to work.
To the flowing of tears Surely
No more shall I be afraid
30 minutes later she approached Mr. Token, the owner of the tea shop, with a tray. Putting it down, she waited to see his reaction. 1 bite and he froze, making her afraid. When she cooked for Soujirou, he said it was good, but then again, that boy could eat anything. She could just image her face when she had found that he liked her cooking...She thought about him and stifled the urge to laugh.
The answer that man gave me
Really does not suit my true self
"Mou! This is really good! I should get you to cook for the customers! I'd make a killing off of your cooking!" Mr. Token cried, making Sakura flush. Shaking her head, she noticed the clock. It was time for her to leave work. Bowing, she untied her apron and walked out. The sun was setting as she walked through the streets. She saw Soujirou ahead, smiling as always, sword by his side.
"Nee, Misao-sama, How was your day?" He asked, keeping his pace with hers. She let out a grumble and looked at him.
"How many times have I told you not to call me..."
"Misao-sama. I know, but I can't call you Misao-chan now can I?" Soujirou snickered as she huffed and then chased him.
"Soujirou! You're DEAD MEAT!" she cried, running a him, a smile on her face. He watched her as she fan, his heart beating wildly. She had truly opened his eyes. He felt like he was a normal man now. Not a killer, not a warrior, just a man. She was his light, his joy, and he loved her. If only she loved him back.
Perhaps I shall discover something
Perhaps there is something that I cannot discover
The piece of me
That has hidden in my heart
Only towards where the winds show me
I alone shall go
If somewhere I will find
My unknown true self
Aoshi stared at the walls, his eyes not bothering to pay attention to the details. Kaoru had nearly screamed when she saw him, but he found himself in a 3 way hug between Kaoru, Ayame, and Kaoru's and Kenshin's son Kenji. He stood there, and as they let go he smiled sadly. It was a friendly hug, but not the one he wanted. He wanted to feel Misao's arms around him, to feel her heartbeat. Kenshin entered after knocking, frowning. Aoshi glanced at him before standing up and leaving. Sano waltzed into the Dojo only to be brushed aside by Aoshi as he walked out. Frowning, Sano glared at the retreating back only to pause as Kenshin shook his head.
"I know he's still moping about Weasel girl, but he doesn't have to act like that!" Sano grumped.
" Ne, Love can change a person a lot." Kenshin said before turning away as Kenji ran at him, wooden sword in hand. Kenshin was sent sprawling to the floor with a crying Kenji on 1 side, a amused Sano on the other.
Having run a little too fast
I feel I missed out on something
Even such a mistake
Is surely an answer
Once more only by my pace
I shall become myself, unlike anyone else
Perhaps I shall meet someone
Perhaps I shall hurt someone
Aoshi stared at the streets when something tickled his senses. A faint laughter rang in his ears and he could faintly see a pair of lovebirds running down the street laughing. How often he had felt the urge to do such a thing with Misao. To tease her, to make her laugh. Yet, it wouldn't be enough, he wanted to be her's and that she would belong to him and only him. He gazed at the 2, smiling. As they got closer, his smile began to fade, then he balled his fist tightly. It was Soujirou Seta and... He stared in shock... Misao. The ruby red kimono made her Sea blue eyes appear more greenish, her face glowing with health. Yet her face was pained in a sense, hurt by a pain he had created himself. But to see her with Soujirou, smiling and laughing, it just set him off.
Only where the road leads
Shall I try walking
I will go, not waiting for the blade
To catch it with both hands
Soujirou laughed and turned abruptly to catch Misao in his arms. She shrieked slightly before he covered her mouth with his hand.
"Nee, Misao-sama, we're you supposed to catch me?" He said jokingly.
"Soujirou! I told you not to call me..." She began.
"'Misao-sama'. I know! And since you're wondering, It's been the 3rd time this day, the 20th time this week, and I don't remember the monthly total." Soujirou said. Misao huffed and leaned her head on her chest. He was different then Aoshi or even the former Soujirou. He cared for her. Not that she doubted Aoshi-sama had, but it felt more like a brotherly-sisterly love... She didn't want that, she wanted Aoshi to lover her as a woman and a man would... She sighed and stared at the street. Suddenly Soujirou leaned in, but she pulled away, shaking her head. Soujirou frowned and stepped forward.
"Why?" He asked.
"It's too soon." Misao answered, knowing what he asked. He had asked her over and over. He truly loved her, but was she ready to give her love back? Was she still stuck on Aoshi or was she ready? Soujirou frowned and then nodded. He wouldn't press her, but... he was getting closer.
"Soujirou-san, You must be getting hungry right? How about we go home and I cook up dinner." Misao said, beginning to walk down the street, but before he could answer, the sound of 2 blades being withdrawn from sheaths alarmed him. He drew his blades before 2 kodachis had severed his spine. Misao turned around and froze.
"Aoshi-sama!"
Perhaps I shall discover something
Perhaps there is something that I cannot discover
The piece of me
That has hidden in my heart
Only towards where the winds show me
I alone shall go
If somewhere I will find
My unknown true self
Aoshi struck at Soujirou, forcing the former assassin into pure defense. His anger fueled his speed and strength. There was a yell as Misao pushed Aoshi away, sending him back with a punch to the face. He staggered back and then growled as he say Misao helping Soujirou up.
"Soujirou-san! Are you alright?" Misao asked. Soujirou nodded before pushing Misao behind him and faced Aoshi. Glaring at Soujirou she suddenly leapt into the air, though that wasn't the smartest of all things to do with a Kimono on. Soujirou stared at the expanse of leg that was revealed. 'Thank you Kami-sama' He thought when he noticed something, Misao stood there a sword in her side, a kodachi to be exact. Aoshi stared as Misao stepped into the blade's path, it cutting into her delicate flesh. It was meant to kill that damned Soujirou, but instead he had hurt the one thing he... Aoshi let go of the kodachi and then stumbled back before turning and running into the shadows, heartbroken. She loved Soujirou enough to take a blade for him. She.. Loved him...
AN: AIIEEE! *Ducks under hundreds of pens and pencils* Gomen! I told you that I would make them in OOC but I broke my promise didn't I? Oh well, Please R+R!
And yet, I cannot see anything at all
Misao smiled as she lay in the sunshine outside of her employer's store. It was her break and she wanted to watch the sakura petals float down from the trees. It was beautiful in Tokyo to say the least, but it was nothing like Kyoto. Suddenly there was a yell from the inside of the shop.
"Sakura! I'd like to ask you something!" her employer yelled. Yes, she had changed her name in hopes that no one would recognize her. She changed everything about her. instead of her uniform, she wore a lady's Kimono, her once proud, boasting tone was now softened and to a near whisper. Her eyes and hair were the only thing left of her formal self, and even now, her hair was short. Putting on her apron, she approached Mr. Token.
"Sir?" She asked, the man of 50 smiled while fanning the little stove. He laughed as if embarrassed.
"Mizumi is on vacation and she's the one that usually cooks my lunch. I don't want to bother the cooks for something to eat, so I was just wondering if you can cook at all." He asked. Misao, excuse me, SAKURA smiled and nodded.
"Hai. If you're willing to take a chance, I'll cook you something." Sakura said, rolling up her sleeves. Picking up the knife and then a fish she had found, she began to work.
To the flowing of tears Surely
No more shall I be afraid
30 minutes later she approached Mr. Token, the owner of the tea shop, with a tray. Putting it down, she waited to see his reaction. 1 bite and he froze, making her afraid. When she cooked for Soujirou, he said it was good, but then again, that boy could eat anything. She could just image her face when she had found that he liked her cooking...She thought about him and stifled the urge to laugh.
The answer that man gave me
Really does not suit my true self
"Mou! This is really good! I should get you to cook for the customers! I'd make a killing off of your cooking!" Mr. Token cried, making Sakura flush. Shaking her head, she noticed the clock. It was time for her to leave work. Bowing, she untied her apron and walked out. The sun was setting as she walked through the streets. She saw Soujirou ahead, smiling as always, sword by his side.
"Nee, Misao-sama, How was your day?" He asked, keeping his pace with hers. She let out a grumble and looked at him.
"How many times have I told you not to call me..."
"Misao-sama. I know, but I can't call you Misao-chan now can I?" Soujirou snickered as she huffed and then chased him.
"Soujirou! You're DEAD MEAT!" she cried, running a him, a smile on her face. He watched her as she fan, his heart beating wildly. She had truly opened his eyes. He felt like he was a normal man now. Not a killer, not a warrior, just a man. She was his light, his joy, and he loved her. If only she loved him back.
Perhaps I shall discover something
Perhaps there is something that I cannot discover
The piece of me
That has hidden in my heart
Only towards where the winds show me
I alone shall go
If somewhere I will find
My unknown true self
Aoshi stared at the walls, his eyes not bothering to pay attention to the details. Kaoru had nearly screamed when she saw him, but he found himself in a 3 way hug between Kaoru, Ayame, and Kaoru's and Kenshin's son Kenji. He stood there, and as they let go he smiled sadly. It was a friendly hug, but not the one he wanted. He wanted to feel Misao's arms around him, to feel her heartbeat. Kenshin entered after knocking, frowning. Aoshi glanced at him before standing up and leaving. Sano waltzed into the Dojo only to be brushed aside by Aoshi as he walked out. Frowning, Sano glared at the retreating back only to pause as Kenshin shook his head.
"I know he's still moping about Weasel girl, but he doesn't have to act like that!" Sano grumped.
" Ne, Love can change a person a lot." Kenshin said before turning away as Kenji ran at him, wooden sword in hand. Kenshin was sent sprawling to the floor with a crying Kenji on 1 side, a amused Sano on the other.
Having run a little too fast
I feel I missed out on something
Even such a mistake
Is surely an answer
Once more only by my pace
I shall become myself, unlike anyone else
Perhaps I shall meet someone
Perhaps I shall hurt someone
Aoshi stared at the streets when something tickled his senses. A faint laughter rang in his ears and he could faintly see a pair of lovebirds running down the street laughing. How often he had felt the urge to do such a thing with Misao. To tease her, to make her laugh. Yet, it wouldn't be enough, he wanted to be her's and that she would belong to him and only him. He gazed at the 2, smiling. As they got closer, his smile began to fade, then he balled his fist tightly. It was Soujirou Seta and... He stared in shock... Misao. The ruby red kimono made her Sea blue eyes appear more greenish, her face glowing with health. Yet her face was pained in a sense, hurt by a pain he had created himself. But to see her with Soujirou, smiling and laughing, it just set him off.
Only where the road leads
Shall I try walking
I will go, not waiting for the blade
To catch it with both hands
Soujirou laughed and turned abruptly to catch Misao in his arms. She shrieked slightly before he covered her mouth with his hand.
"Nee, Misao-sama, we're you supposed to catch me?" He said jokingly.
"Soujirou! I told you not to call me..." She began.
"'Misao-sama'. I know! And since you're wondering, It's been the 3rd time this day, the 20th time this week, and I don't remember the monthly total." Soujirou said. Misao huffed and leaned her head on her chest. He was different then Aoshi or even the former Soujirou. He cared for her. Not that she doubted Aoshi-sama had, but it felt more like a brotherly-sisterly love... She didn't want that, she wanted Aoshi to lover her as a woman and a man would... She sighed and stared at the street. Suddenly Soujirou leaned in, but she pulled away, shaking her head. Soujirou frowned and stepped forward.
"Why?" He asked.
"It's too soon." Misao answered, knowing what he asked. He had asked her over and over. He truly loved her, but was she ready to give her love back? Was she still stuck on Aoshi or was she ready? Soujirou frowned and then nodded. He wouldn't press her, but... he was getting closer.
"Soujirou-san, You must be getting hungry right? How about we go home and I cook up dinner." Misao said, beginning to walk down the street, but before he could answer, the sound of 2 blades being withdrawn from sheaths alarmed him. He drew his blades before 2 kodachis had severed his spine. Misao turned around and froze.
"Aoshi-sama!"
Perhaps I shall discover something
Perhaps there is something that I cannot discover
The piece of me
That has hidden in my heart
Only towards where the winds show me
I alone shall go
If somewhere I will find
My unknown true self
Aoshi struck at Soujirou, forcing the former assassin into pure defense. His anger fueled his speed and strength. There was a yell as Misao pushed Aoshi away, sending him back with a punch to the face. He staggered back and then growled as he say Misao helping Soujirou up.
"Soujirou-san! Are you alright?" Misao asked. Soujirou nodded before pushing Misao behind him and faced Aoshi. Glaring at Soujirou she suddenly leapt into the air, though that wasn't the smartest of all things to do with a Kimono on. Soujirou stared at the expanse of leg that was revealed. 'Thank you Kami-sama' He thought when he noticed something, Misao stood there a sword in her side, a kodachi to be exact. Aoshi stared as Misao stepped into the blade's path, it cutting into her delicate flesh. It was meant to kill that damned Soujirou, but instead he had hurt the one thing he... Aoshi let go of the kodachi and then stumbled back before turning and running into the shadows, heartbroken. She loved Soujirou enough to take a blade for him. She.. Loved him...
AN: AIIEEE! *Ducks under hundreds of pens and pencils* Gomen! I told you that I would make them in OOC but I broke my promise didn't I? Oh well, Please R+R!
