Konnichiwa minna! It's been about...oh, say 5 months since I updated this
fic. I was either having too much fun doing God knows what, working on
'Running to You', or busy with schoolwork.
Well, I read Chapter One again, and I thought to myself, 'Maybe I should update?'
SO HERE IT IS. THE WHOLE ENCHILADA, CHAPTER TWO.
ENJOY!! (Hopefully)
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Anonymous Advances
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter Two: A Voice So Irritating
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"..." Denotes Speech '...' Denotes Thoughts
She sighed gaily, flopping down on her futon, but before she could concentrate on sweet dreams filled with her 'Aoshi-sama', pretty paper caught her eye.
Misao sat back up, a look of intrigue and confusion crossing her features. 'Where did that come from? It wasn't here this morning...' She crawled over to the brightly wrapped object. Picking it up, the ninja turned the package around, trying to find some sort of tag. 'Did someone put this in here by accident?'
Ah! There it was. Pulling the slip into the light, she read the elegant scrawl.
~ To Misao, from your Secret Admirer ~
'Secret...admirer? Who could it be? Maybe...Aoshi-sama? No, wait...he wouldn't write 'Secret Admirer'. I'll have to ask Omasu about this!'
Misao shook her head determinedly, and turned her attention back to the package, ripping the pretty paper off.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
It was the figurine that she had been eyeing earlier that day! There it was, the Western-style dress flying about as the frozen girl danced, black- lined eyelids and sultry red lips shining in the moonlight. Misao stared at the wonderful gift a little longer before placing it on a small shelf.
Returning to her futon, she stretched, one arm resting across her forehead. However hard she tried, sleep would not come. How could she sleep with such a mystery on her mind, anyhow? The possibilities ran through her mind again and again, but she couldn't pinpoint the perpetrator.
It wasn't until much later that the comforting abyss of slumber claimed her.
As mysterious as the events that unfolded in our dear Misao-chan's room were, it couldn't compare to the turmoil occuring right next door.
Aoshi was dreaming again, the same nightmare haunting his unconscious.
She was running again, and he was chasing after her. The flowers swayed to an invisible wind, the colours streaming past him as he chased her. She called his name, as if a chant. "Aoshi-sama...Aoshi-sama...Aoshi..." He smiled at the sight, but it sank into a look of aboslute horror as she fell forward and disappeared. The sky turned a blood red, fire racing through the flowers and burning them into oblivion. When the commotion was over, he stood, alone on scorched earth, Misao's tinkling laugh ringing in his ears.
"Iie...Misao, come back...Iieeeeeee!!!" He screamed into the waking world, bolting upright. Aoshi was sweating profusely, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He tried to calm his labored breathing, forcing his body to relax.
'It was just a dream...just a dream.'
He breathed out a long sigh. Deciding against trying to sleep again, Aoshi pushed the blanket aside and stepped into the hallway.
The former Okashira wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself, so he decided to check in on his neighbour...again...
Sliding open the shoji ever-so-carefully, the scene before Aoshi calmed him, soothed away any lingering thoughts of the nightmare. Misao lay, sprawled on the futon, snoring lightly. Moonbeams bathed her in a silvery glow, and he let himself in, closing the door behind him. Aoshi tread quietly, and sat beside the futon. Oh, how he could spend forever here in the warmth and happiness her presence brought. Leaning back on his hands, something on her shelf caught his attention.
Curiousity getting the better of him, Aoshi discovered the figurine Misao had been ogling that very afternoon. 'Did she purchase the trinket after all? No, it couldn't be, I was with her.' It was then that he saw the discarded paper, and the small card attached to it. 'Ahh...a gift from Okina, perhaps?' Picking it up in his long fingers, Aoshi turned it over to read the message.
'To Misao...from your Secret Admirer? What is this?' His eyebrows knit in confusion over the words. Although he would never admit to it, a slight inkling of jealousy welled up in his chest, raising the tension between him and the tidy calligraphy on the card. He ordered himself to disregard his findings, it was probably from someone she had helped in the marketplace, nothing serious.
Returning to her side, he glanced out of the open window into the night.
Suddenly, movement caught Aoshi's eye. It was very small, but still noticeable. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, focusing on a nearby tree. Using his skills, Aoshi felt for a ki. It was coming from the same tree he was staring at. The voyeur had a battle aura, and seemed to be able to camouflage himself extremely well. If he wasn't Oniwa banshuu, he certainly was from another highly skilled clan.
* * *
From the treetop, Katou could see clearly into Misao's room. He had watched her open the gift, and the wonder displayed towards its sender. He had been delighted at her acceptance of the gift. Katou was about to enter her room to watch her sleep, but when the taller man had entered it, he held back his frustration. It would do him no good to get caught red-handed. 'I'll have to get this 'Aoshi Shinomori' out of the way eventually, but until then, I'll keep sending Misao-chan gifts!' He smiled with glee at his newly formed plan.
Realizing his current defeat, he slumped backwards a little to relax.
Little did he know, 'Aoshi Shinomori' was watching every move he made.
* * *
Slinking away from Misao's room, Aoshi grabbed his kodachi before stepping outside, using his ninja stealth to creep up to the tree the stranger was occupying.
Aoshi could make out the form of the intruder, but everything was shadowed, and he could not see specific details. He was not at all surprised when the newcomer spoke.
"Ah, what a lovely evening it is, ne?"
"..."
"Not much of a talker, are you?"
"..."
"I can see it'll be easy to woo Misao-chan when her current suitor is rock- like." Katou's high pitched giggle irritated Aoshi's ears.
"We shall see about that. Show yourself, or get out." He practically snarled the last few words, his stoic facade slipping the tiniest bit. Katou giggled again as if to test Aoshi's patience.
"Tsk, tsk, touchy, aren't we? Until next time, Shinomori." Katou saluted him and vanished into thin air, leaving a dumbfounded Aoshi behind.
TBC...
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Well...that wasn't too bad, I hope. It's difficult to pick up the fic again after how long? More Waff next time around..when I get around to next time...he he...
More Reviews = What was that? The possibility for another chapter? ;p
PUSH THE BUTTON! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!! (O.O)
Well, I read Chapter One again, and I thought to myself, 'Maybe I should update?'
SO HERE IT IS. THE WHOLE ENCHILADA, CHAPTER TWO.
ENJOY!! (Hopefully)
))(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())((
Anonymous Advances
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter Two: A Voice So Irritating
))(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())((
"..." Denotes Speech '...' Denotes Thoughts
She sighed gaily, flopping down on her futon, but before she could concentrate on sweet dreams filled with her 'Aoshi-sama', pretty paper caught her eye.
Misao sat back up, a look of intrigue and confusion crossing her features. 'Where did that come from? It wasn't here this morning...' She crawled over to the brightly wrapped object. Picking it up, the ninja turned the package around, trying to find some sort of tag. 'Did someone put this in here by accident?'
Ah! There it was. Pulling the slip into the light, she read the elegant scrawl.
~ To Misao, from your Secret Admirer ~
'Secret...admirer? Who could it be? Maybe...Aoshi-sama? No, wait...he wouldn't write 'Secret Admirer'. I'll have to ask Omasu about this!'
Misao shook her head determinedly, and turned her attention back to the package, ripping the pretty paper off.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
It was the figurine that she had been eyeing earlier that day! There it was, the Western-style dress flying about as the frozen girl danced, black- lined eyelids and sultry red lips shining in the moonlight. Misao stared at the wonderful gift a little longer before placing it on a small shelf.
Returning to her futon, she stretched, one arm resting across her forehead. However hard she tried, sleep would not come. How could she sleep with such a mystery on her mind, anyhow? The possibilities ran through her mind again and again, but she couldn't pinpoint the perpetrator.
It wasn't until much later that the comforting abyss of slumber claimed her.
As mysterious as the events that unfolded in our dear Misao-chan's room were, it couldn't compare to the turmoil occuring right next door.
Aoshi was dreaming again, the same nightmare haunting his unconscious.
She was running again, and he was chasing after her. The flowers swayed to an invisible wind, the colours streaming past him as he chased her. She called his name, as if a chant. "Aoshi-sama...Aoshi-sama...Aoshi..." He smiled at the sight, but it sank into a look of aboslute horror as she fell forward and disappeared. The sky turned a blood red, fire racing through the flowers and burning them into oblivion. When the commotion was over, he stood, alone on scorched earth, Misao's tinkling laugh ringing in his ears.
"Iie...Misao, come back...Iieeeeeee!!!" He screamed into the waking world, bolting upright. Aoshi was sweating profusely, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He tried to calm his labored breathing, forcing his body to relax.
'It was just a dream...just a dream.'
He breathed out a long sigh. Deciding against trying to sleep again, Aoshi pushed the blanket aside and stepped into the hallway.
The former Okashira wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself, so he decided to check in on his neighbour...again...
Sliding open the shoji ever-so-carefully, the scene before Aoshi calmed him, soothed away any lingering thoughts of the nightmare. Misao lay, sprawled on the futon, snoring lightly. Moonbeams bathed her in a silvery glow, and he let himself in, closing the door behind him. Aoshi tread quietly, and sat beside the futon. Oh, how he could spend forever here in the warmth and happiness her presence brought. Leaning back on his hands, something on her shelf caught his attention.
Curiousity getting the better of him, Aoshi discovered the figurine Misao had been ogling that very afternoon. 'Did she purchase the trinket after all? No, it couldn't be, I was with her.' It was then that he saw the discarded paper, and the small card attached to it. 'Ahh...a gift from Okina, perhaps?' Picking it up in his long fingers, Aoshi turned it over to read the message.
'To Misao...from your Secret Admirer? What is this?' His eyebrows knit in confusion over the words. Although he would never admit to it, a slight inkling of jealousy welled up in his chest, raising the tension between him and the tidy calligraphy on the card. He ordered himself to disregard his findings, it was probably from someone she had helped in the marketplace, nothing serious.
Returning to her side, he glanced out of the open window into the night.
Suddenly, movement caught Aoshi's eye. It was very small, but still noticeable. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, focusing on a nearby tree. Using his skills, Aoshi felt for a ki. It was coming from the same tree he was staring at. The voyeur had a battle aura, and seemed to be able to camouflage himself extremely well. If he wasn't Oniwa banshuu, he certainly was from another highly skilled clan.
* * *
From the treetop, Katou could see clearly into Misao's room. He had watched her open the gift, and the wonder displayed towards its sender. He had been delighted at her acceptance of the gift. Katou was about to enter her room to watch her sleep, but when the taller man had entered it, he held back his frustration. It would do him no good to get caught red-handed. 'I'll have to get this 'Aoshi Shinomori' out of the way eventually, but until then, I'll keep sending Misao-chan gifts!' He smiled with glee at his newly formed plan.
Realizing his current defeat, he slumped backwards a little to relax.
Little did he know, 'Aoshi Shinomori' was watching every move he made.
* * *
Slinking away from Misao's room, Aoshi grabbed his kodachi before stepping outside, using his ninja stealth to creep up to the tree the stranger was occupying.
Aoshi could make out the form of the intruder, but everything was shadowed, and he could not see specific details. He was not at all surprised when the newcomer spoke.
"Ah, what a lovely evening it is, ne?"
"..."
"Not much of a talker, are you?"
"..."
"I can see it'll be easy to woo Misao-chan when her current suitor is rock- like." Katou's high pitched giggle irritated Aoshi's ears.
"We shall see about that. Show yourself, or get out." He practically snarled the last few words, his stoic facade slipping the tiniest bit. Katou giggled again as if to test Aoshi's patience.
"Tsk, tsk, touchy, aren't we? Until next time, Shinomori." Katou saluted him and vanished into thin air, leaving a dumbfounded Aoshi behind.
TBC...
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Well...that wasn't too bad, I hope. It's difficult to pick up the fic again after how long? More Waff next time around..when I get around to next time...he he...
More Reviews = What was that? The possibility for another chapter? ;p
PUSH THE BUTTON! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!! (O.O)