Soujirou stood outside of the Dojo. Megumi was there for a few weeks to 'Take
a break'. But now she was helping Misao fight for her life. That, that bastard's
sword had gone right through her heart ... again.
Mou, why did she do it? Why
did she step in the way? He could of taken the wound, maybe she
did...
To defend
the one he loves
If there is no love If one is not strong
One cannot be
kind
Love you? HAH! Like that could happen any time soon.
Baka, you should know that she could never love someone with hands as stained as
yours. Even Shinomori's hands are cleaner then yours.
Iie! that wasn't
true! It couldn't be!
All we can do now is hope that she doesn't die. If
she does, it'll just cover your blood stained hands even
more.
Smile once again
Even though I know we will be drenched
Well, let's not hold back and just plunge in the rain
Soujirou sank to the floor, his shoulders shaking. He stared at his hands as
if they were covered in crimson blood. Suddenly there was a yell of shock and
Soujirou slammed the door open only to find Megumi trying to revive a pale
Misao. Her skin had taken on a sickening pale green tint, one he knew well, one
of when one was close to death by suffocation. But why?
"Misao-chan!"
Soujirou barely let out. Megumi suddenly turned.
"She can't breathe! I gave
her the painkillers and she suddenly... Iie..." Megumi stared at Misao who was
turning a bit grayish. "She's going to die if we can't get her
breathing!"
Iie...
After the storm has passed
Morning that cannot be beaten by sadness
The door of dreams opens
"Iie! Misao-chan! Don't leave me!" Soujirou leaned over her, as if she could
hear him. He felt something trail down his face. Water? He was crying. Megumi
froze and then took out something, a bottle. It shook in her hands and then
stopped. Taking out some sort of contraption, she stuck the needle first into
the bottle and then into Misao's arm. She closed her eyes, praying that the
western medicine would work. Soujirou, by now, Was clutching Misao to his chest,
tears rolling down his face. Suddenly a tortured gasp of air and Misao began to
breath. She screamed in pain and grabbed at Soujirou's shirt. He didn't care,
she was alive, still alive.
His angel was still here, to comfort
him...
To defend
the one he loves
The finger that wipes off your tears
Even a little
violence
Perhaps a man would surely fight
Until the pain in his heart
disappears
If there is no love If one is not strong
One cannot be kind
He looked at her sweat covered face and then frowned. "This is
all Aoshi's fault, and that bastard will PAY!' He thought angerly, his eyes
flashing a dangerous red.
Smile once again
Aoshi stared at the paper screen, hearing the anguished, no HORRIFIED, yell
of Soujirou. He had barely caught the words Megumi had said, but he wished he
hadn't.
"She had an allergic reaction to the medicine... it affected her
throat... She..."
"She's What? TELL ME MEGUMI-SAN!"
A
man goes out once more for an endless journey
Even if the fierce winds blow
And blow away the smile
If one has courage in his heart
Someday he
shall meet his dream
"She's mute... "
"Iie..."
"It may be
temporary, but then again."
"IIE!"
To defend the one he loves
If there is no love If
one is not strong
One cannot be kind
Don't break your dream
Smile once again
Mute... her voice was gone... What has he
done? The clouds overhead began to rain down upon his form, as if questioning
him. Staring into the sky, he watched as it hit his face, his body. Once he
thought rain was a way to purify one's self. As if it was god's way to forgive
the sins caused by the sword. But now, all it seemed to do was send forth
accusations, to damn him to hell. A Proper sentence...
Aoshi hung his head
when the door to Misao's room slid open. He walked up to Aoshi, hate burning
clearly in his eyes.
"Aoshi Shinomori, I challenge you." Soujirou hissed down, his eyes flashing red. Aoshi just turned and then looked at the young man, his eyes glaring. He simply unsheathed his Kodachis and waited. Drawing his own sword, Soujirou charged.
To defend the one he loves
The finger that wipes off your tears
Even a little violence
Perhaps a man would surely fight
Until the pain in his heart disappears
If there is no love If one is not strong
One cannot be kind
Megumi frowned as she watched Misao toss and turn, when the clanging of swords forced her to turn around. Suddenly Misao's eyes opened and she bolted up, struggling to get up. "Misao! Don't try!" Megumi said, forcing her down. Misao tried to retort only to find her voice was gone. Staring at Megumi, she looked into the older woman's eyes and knew the truth. Pushing Megumi away, she slid open the door only to find Soujirou's sword and Aoshi's Kodachis heading right for each other's bodies. She fell to the floor with a loud thunk and stared, the sound of her fall alerting the 2 fighters, who leapt to her side. Megumi stopped them and glared as she picked Misao up, half carrying her, half dragging.
"Your damn fighting caused this, so don't make it worse!" Megumi spat out before closing the paper door, leaving the 2 stunned fighters there, the rain drenching their clothes.
