Love Between Earth and Heaven
By Anime no Miko
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This fic is dedicated to all Aoshi and Misao fans, and specially to Noa for her unmeasurable devotion to the best RK couple ever!
Usual disclaimers and claimers apply.
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From previous chapter ...
Strong arms held her up, and when Misao dared open her eyes, the only thing that escaped her lips was: "Ah Aoshi-sama!"
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Chapter 2: Survey of god's office
.~*~. Aoshi's Office .~*~.
Misao raised her head slowly, her gaze on the 'man' who stood barely one feet apart holding her still. Her eyes travelled his form all the way up from feet to head, until they locked on the coldest pair of blue eyes she had ever met. Ice blue eyes. Beautiful ice blue eyes concealed by long black bangs. Before she lost herself in his eyes for eternity, he released the grip from her and she snapped out of it.
Stepping back a distance, Misao's eyes widened. So she hadn't been dreaming. She had, standing in front of her in all his glory, the reincarnation of a Greek god, if not better. The ancient traditional white tunic having been replaced by a large white trench coat that suited his tall and muscular body amazingly good, adding to his overall cold elegance. "Ah Aoshi-sama!" she exclaimed. He merely looked at her for a moment, his face unreadable, before walking toward the desk and sitting behind on the grandfather chair. Misao didn't wait for the verbal invitation that wasn't coming anyways, and sat on one of the two chairs before the grand mahogany desk.
He didn't speak for awhile and just sat there with his eyes closed and hands neatly folded resting on the desk. In the meantime he meditated, or so it seemed, Misao took the liberty to study her surroundings. The room itself was bigger than the apartment she rented, at least the one she used to rent when she was fully alive. It was probably twice its size or bigger. Everything laid neatly on its place, even the huge thing, obviously an statue, covered with a black mantle. It was on the left side of the room, accompanying two shelves filled up with an assortment of books, a great deal ancient ones she noted, and a huge files cabinet; the furniture against the wall and the statue standing on the bare polished wooden floor right in the center of a carved star-shaped figure. Misao didn't find anything amusing in statues or other museum and mansion's extravagancies, but this time she had to admit she would like to see the mysterious statue standing solemnly despite being concealed Nevertheless, she didn't try to peek, provided the fact that he might as well open his eyes, again in bad timing for her. Instead, she contented or rather busied herself while he still meditated or her tolerance for the unnerving quietness so permitted, surveying the rest of the place.
The sound of gears rotating turned her attention to the right side of the room, where she found, the strangest clock she had ever seen before. The swivel base and the cupolated case made of crystal bore, scattered on their surfaces, hieroglyphics carved in gold. A winged clock dial was floating in the middle of the case, as if it were inside a vacuum, and it had no numbers or letters or hieroglyphs at all, just a long, black feather-shaped hand, which looked almost too real for Misao. The gears, located in the base, rotated sometimes lazily and others with dazzling speed, the feather- shaped hand not moving an inch. But the eeriest thing of all was the pool of dark bloodish liquid inside the case. It emerged from the nothingness tainting the transparent surface of the case in an ominous fashion heightened by the few, dramatic ray of lights that filtered through the window curtains drawn close.
Averting her eyes from this sight, she turned her face and sat straight. How long would he meditate she ignored. The desk was clean except for some papers and a cup of tea. The back wall was bare, only two doors, each to a side, brought variation to its continuing immaculate, smooth surface. Moving her eyes upward, she was surprised when she noticed that hanging on the upper middle of the wall, instead of the expected cross or Buddha, or any other religious object, were a pair of Japanese swords, which she recognized to be twin kodachis. Misao made recollection of her survey of the place and it hit her that she hadn't seen any golden-winged cherubs with curly hair and rosy cheeks or scented flower arrangements in porcelain vases taking part in the decoration of the room either. But then, before she could utter a word, he finally spoke.
"Makimachi Misao." he said slowly and she looked at him. "Infernal Jail for Children with Bitchy Parents? ..."
"What? That place was prison and bitchy is a mild adjective. In fact, parents that abandon their children deserve worst. They shouldn't even be called parents!" Misao justified herself promptly.
"Aa."
"You should know. You're God, are you not? The angel that brought me here referred to you as 'Master.' " she questioned him with eagerness.
"Certainly, but I'm not God." Aoshi explained. "I am one of the gods, the chieftain of the Angelic Kingdom."
"Nani? One of the gods? How many gods there are? Don't tell me there's a promiscuous Zeus, a jealous Hera, a belligerent Athena, a drunken Bacchus, a coquettish Venus, no wait it's Aphrodite, and I don't continue because I don't remember more!" Misao said noticing the small smile creeping across Aoshi's impassive face.
"I see you learned a little of Greek mythology." he said and Misao grinned.
"That's good but how many gods there are does not concern you now. You need only to know who I am and who you are to be temporarily."
"And they say I'm mean!" she exclaimed throwing her arms up in a gesture. "Who am I to be then, and why temporarily. You guys should release my body from earthly life and let it die and in peace."
"That's not recommendable." he stated.
"What do you mean?" Misao inquired.
"You'll need it when you go back to 'earthy life.' You could be dead by now, but you was given a chance. You're here because you've been chosen to temporarily join the elite of dark angels for a special assignment, which will be revealed to you at the proper time." Aoshi explained to an infuriated Misao.
"For goodness sake! I mean, heaven controls earth, right? So you were the one who sent me into coma and now want me to be grateful? You're using me selfishly!" she bellowed in annoyance. "No one orders me out! I'd rather be dead."
"Impossible. It's not your time yet, you belong to earth. And that's where you're going after you carry on your assignment and all of this finishes."
"What if I don't want?" Misao replied defiantly.
"I'm not sure myself, but it certainly won't be anything pleasurable." Aoshi said and Misao gulped involuntarily. "We need not to worry, however, since I know you'll go on with the assignment." he soothed and she nodded slightly. "But first, read this carefully." Aoshi said and handed her a small book. "All the rules, the 'must' and 'must not' are detailed there."
Misao took the book and flipped its parchment pages, as if estimating the time it would take her to read it. Then she remembered the hieroglyphs on the clock and out of curiosity, ask about them.
"That clock is of my personal use and not even my angels know its methods." he answered. She then asked about the statue and the kodachis without better luck.
They agreed upon meeting as soon as Misao finished reading the book and learning the rules, to finish the conversation; Aoshi's revelations an enlightening for Misao on her temporarily home, and Misao's reactions and amusement for Aoshi.
"And Makimachi-san ..."
"What, Aoshi-sama?" she said the '-sama' partly with bitterness for his attitude, but above all because she simply felt like. After all, it suited him.
"You will need more than a hairpin to open a lock in heaven, above all this one." he told her, saving the "That is of course, if opening one was ever in your hands" part.
Misao murmured a barely audible "We'll see, Aoshi. We'll see," which Aoshi heard perfectly, and with her book in hand walked through the door and closed them behind her without looking back.
Unknown to both were the keys they were to held and the locks these would open.
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The smiling baka trivia was intended to be a piece of cake! I bet you can't guess what does Aoshi have beneath the mantle, or better who will Misao meet next! Good luckie! Ja! ^-^
By Anime no Miko
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This fic is dedicated to all Aoshi and Misao fans, and specially to Noa for her unmeasurable devotion to the best RK couple ever!
Usual disclaimers and claimers apply.
-----//----//----//------
From previous chapter ...
Strong arms held her up, and when Misao dared open her eyes, the only thing that escaped her lips was: "Ah Aoshi-sama!"
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Chapter 2: Survey of god's office
.~*~. Aoshi's Office .~*~.
Misao raised her head slowly, her gaze on the 'man' who stood barely one feet apart holding her still. Her eyes travelled his form all the way up from feet to head, until they locked on the coldest pair of blue eyes she had ever met. Ice blue eyes. Beautiful ice blue eyes concealed by long black bangs. Before she lost herself in his eyes for eternity, he released the grip from her and she snapped out of it.
Stepping back a distance, Misao's eyes widened. So she hadn't been dreaming. She had, standing in front of her in all his glory, the reincarnation of a Greek god, if not better. The ancient traditional white tunic having been replaced by a large white trench coat that suited his tall and muscular body amazingly good, adding to his overall cold elegance. "Ah Aoshi-sama!" she exclaimed. He merely looked at her for a moment, his face unreadable, before walking toward the desk and sitting behind on the grandfather chair. Misao didn't wait for the verbal invitation that wasn't coming anyways, and sat on one of the two chairs before the grand mahogany desk.
He didn't speak for awhile and just sat there with his eyes closed and hands neatly folded resting on the desk. In the meantime he meditated, or so it seemed, Misao took the liberty to study her surroundings. The room itself was bigger than the apartment she rented, at least the one she used to rent when she was fully alive. It was probably twice its size or bigger. Everything laid neatly on its place, even the huge thing, obviously an statue, covered with a black mantle. It was on the left side of the room, accompanying two shelves filled up with an assortment of books, a great deal ancient ones she noted, and a huge files cabinet; the furniture against the wall and the statue standing on the bare polished wooden floor right in the center of a carved star-shaped figure. Misao didn't find anything amusing in statues or other museum and mansion's extravagancies, but this time she had to admit she would like to see the mysterious statue standing solemnly despite being concealed Nevertheless, she didn't try to peek, provided the fact that he might as well open his eyes, again in bad timing for her. Instead, she contented or rather busied herself while he still meditated or her tolerance for the unnerving quietness so permitted, surveying the rest of the place.
The sound of gears rotating turned her attention to the right side of the room, where she found, the strangest clock she had ever seen before. The swivel base and the cupolated case made of crystal bore, scattered on their surfaces, hieroglyphics carved in gold. A winged clock dial was floating in the middle of the case, as if it were inside a vacuum, and it had no numbers or letters or hieroglyphs at all, just a long, black feather-shaped hand, which looked almost too real for Misao. The gears, located in the base, rotated sometimes lazily and others with dazzling speed, the feather- shaped hand not moving an inch. But the eeriest thing of all was the pool of dark bloodish liquid inside the case. It emerged from the nothingness tainting the transparent surface of the case in an ominous fashion heightened by the few, dramatic ray of lights that filtered through the window curtains drawn close.
Averting her eyes from this sight, she turned her face and sat straight. How long would he meditate she ignored. The desk was clean except for some papers and a cup of tea. The back wall was bare, only two doors, each to a side, brought variation to its continuing immaculate, smooth surface. Moving her eyes upward, she was surprised when she noticed that hanging on the upper middle of the wall, instead of the expected cross or Buddha, or any other religious object, were a pair of Japanese swords, which she recognized to be twin kodachis. Misao made recollection of her survey of the place and it hit her that she hadn't seen any golden-winged cherubs with curly hair and rosy cheeks or scented flower arrangements in porcelain vases taking part in the decoration of the room either. But then, before she could utter a word, he finally spoke.
"Makimachi Misao." he said slowly and she looked at him. "Infernal Jail for Children with Bitchy Parents? ..."
"What? That place was prison and bitchy is a mild adjective. In fact, parents that abandon their children deserve worst. They shouldn't even be called parents!" Misao justified herself promptly.
"Aa."
"You should know. You're God, are you not? The angel that brought me here referred to you as 'Master.' " she questioned him with eagerness.
"Certainly, but I'm not God." Aoshi explained. "I am one of the gods, the chieftain of the Angelic Kingdom."
"Nani? One of the gods? How many gods there are? Don't tell me there's a promiscuous Zeus, a jealous Hera, a belligerent Athena, a drunken Bacchus, a coquettish Venus, no wait it's Aphrodite, and I don't continue because I don't remember more!" Misao said noticing the small smile creeping across Aoshi's impassive face.
"I see you learned a little of Greek mythology." he said and Misao grinned.
"That's good but how many gods there are does not concern you now. You need only to know who I am and who you are to be temporarily."
"And they say I'm mean!" she exclaimed throwing her arms up in a gesture. "Who am I to be then, and why temporarily. You guys should release my body from earthly life and let it die and in peace."
"That's not recommendable." he stated.
"What do you mean?" Misao inquired.
"You'll need it when you go back to 'earthy life.' You could be dead by now, but you was given a chance. You're here because you've been chosen to temporarily join the elite of dark angels for a special assignment, which will be revealed to you at the proper time." Aoshi explained to an infuriated Misao.
"For goodness sake! I mean, heaven controls earth, right? So you were the one who sent me into coma and now want me to be grateful? You're using me selfishly!" she bellowed in annoyance. "No one orders me out! I'd rather be dead."
"Impossible. It's not your time yet, you belong to earth. And that's where you're going after you carry on your assignment and all of this finishes."
"What if I don't want?" Misao replied defiantly.
"I'm not sure myself, but it certainly won't be anything pleasurable." Aoshi said and Misao gulped involuntarily. "We need not to worry, however, since I know you'll go on with the assignment." he soothed and she nodded slightly. "But first, read this carefully." Aoshi said and handed her a small book. "All the rules, the 'must' and 'must not' are detailed there."
Misao took the book and flipped its parchment pages, as if estimating the time it would take her to read it. Then she remembered the hieroglyphs on the clock and out of curiosity, ask about them.
"That clock is of my personal use and not even my angels know its methods." he answered. She then asked about the statue and the kodachis without better luck.
They agreed upon meeting as soon as Misao finished reading the book and learning the rules, to finish the conversation; Aoshi's revelations an enlightening for Misao on her temporarily home, and Misao's reactions and amusement for Aoshi.
"And Makimachi-san ..."
"What, Aoshi-sama?" she said the '-sama' partly with bitterness for his attitude, but above all because she simply felt like. After all, it suited him.
"You will need more than a hairpin to open a lock in heaven, above all this one." he told her, saving the "That is of course, if opening one was ever in your hands" part.
Misao murmured a barely audible "We'll see, Aoshi. We'll see," which Aoshi heard perfectly, and with her book in hand walked through the door and closed them behind her without looking back.
Unknown to both were the keys they were to held and the locks these would open.
~ ~ TBC ~ ~
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The smiling baka trivia was intended to be a piece of cake! I bet you can't guess what does Aoshi have beneath the mantle, or better who will Misao meet next! Good luckie! Ja! ^-^