Part 4: Yukishiro Enishi, haunting of the past
[Spoiler alert: you guys won't like what (I made) enishi do here in the fic O.o BE reminded that this fic is not angst. Only in the extremes ( ]
The marvelous days continued, and she felt all the while as though she were suspended in time. The hours she spent with Aoshi and Misao were both wonderful and strange for a woman who had never known family warmth before. The little girl was a delight to be with and Aoshi treated her as if she were an old and dear friend. She never allowed herself to think of Aoshi's life outside the villa. She didn't want to think of him as a man who's a leader of a complex clan and fighting group directing dangerous missions.
One day, Megumi and Misao were picnicking in the yard and were having a particularly riotous time, giggling and tickling each other.
"This has got to be the noisiest place in Kyoto." Aoshi came in, amusement spread all over his face.
"Otousan!" Misao ran to him and he lifted her up and kissed her before he set her on her feet. "Hi angel, Am I invited to the picnic?"
"There's none left. We ate it all."
"Never mind. I don't have time anyway. I'm going to see old sensei."
"Can I go see ojisan? Can I and Meg-chan come with you?" Misao's voice was coaxing and she wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with pleading, green eyes. Megumi flushed because his eyes are on her.
"Not this time. Next time I'll take both of you. Off you go, now, so I can talk with Meg-chan for a minute." He watched her leave. "I'll be gone till tomorrow, Miss Takani. Keep Misao busy, ne?"
Okon's words about the Okashira that his sensei wanted him to marry flashed through Megumi's head. Not knowing where she got the courage to do so, she teased him. "I'd love to meet your sensei one day. He sounds like a very determined man. Okon says he got your future all mapped out for you, including your future wife."
She was astounded at the audacity of her words and expected him to lash back at her. Instead he looked at her without anger. "That will never happen," He made the statement firmly and emphatically as he turned to leave.
*****
The next day.
"Meg-chan! Meg-chan wake up!!" Megumi heard the voice vaguely through the veil of sleep. It had to be Misao, who else would run to her room and call her by name? She wished her head would stop hurting so she could open her eyes. "Wake up, Meg-chan!" As the voice called out again, the bed heaved and her stomach with it.
"No, don't jump on the bed.angel. I am-----" she felt a strong wave of nausea, and her stomach churned once more. Then she noticed that her skin has bathe in cold sweat and is very feverish. Misao noticed that her tutor is paler than usual.
"Are you alright, Meg-chan?" Misao asked, as she crowded beside her at the bed.
"No Misao, I feel sick." Megumi felt the wave of nausea hit her again. This time she didn't restrain herself and ran to the bathroom, she threw up.making her feel a whole lot better.
"I can get Omasu to the nearby village to get you a doctor," Misao said, her wide green eyes full of concern. "Don't be sick, Meg-chan."
"No need for it Misao, I'm a doctor myself.I know what to do. I will be right down there for breakfast.okay?" She managed a faint smile, and the little girl gave her an uneasy look.
"Okay," and she quietly leaves her room.
But Megumi knew to well what is going within her, after all she herself is a doctor. She knew the signs, it has been weeks late for her cycle and the past few days she felt a mild fever that she ignored, thinking its just exhaustion for keeping up with Misao all day. But then, now she is experiencing nausea. It all came to a shocking resolve that she knew all the time.
Enishi
Absentmindedly, she tries to recover from the shock and gets through her morning routine. She bathes, dressed up and eats breakfast with Misao and the Onis. Afterwards, she can't concentrate to help Misao with her lessons and decided that she would take a brief walk at the yard in the villa to cool off her senses. However, Misao insists to go with her. So they strolled outside, Megumi finds the cherry blossoms enchanting, easing her mind and as they crown the entrance from the front yard in its own beauty. She kept an eye on Misao, who was playing with a ball near the flowery shrubs and trees by the cobbled yard, not so far from where she was.
At one point, the young girl dropped the ball into a certain distance, she got up to help her find it but to her surprise, there is a figure lurking in one of the shaded trees. Misao looked up at the stranger in surprise, which seems a man, whose sleeved arms stretched and gave her the ball. He is wearing a cloak draped to his shoulders and when Megumi saw him slowly step out of the shadows, she saw the familiar white hair.
"Thanks, mister!" Misao exclaimed, "Meg-chan! This man gave me the ball!"
"So, they call you Meg-chan around here," a malicious grin curved the man's lips, he glanced down at the little girl who is looking to him curiously. "So this is your little ward? A spunky cute girl isn't she?" he stroked the Misao's head, as Megumi clenched her palms tightly. "What's your name, little angel?"
"Misao!" she chirped, her green eyes gleaming. A child can easily give her confidence immediately. "You, what's your name, Mister?"
"Leave her out of this, Enishi." Megumi finds herself gritting her teeth, her nails digging deeper to her palms until it was raw. Yukishiro Enishi, even if wearing his glasses---has this sardonic gaze within his eyes that made her even flare more.
"My, my.it's that how you greet an old friend?" "I'm not your old friend."
Megumi told the rather confused Misao to go inside immediately, and leave them alone for awhile. When she asked why, she told her it's an important talk between grown-ups, to which Misao obeyed and proceeds to play inside. However, her thought to confront him then and there quickly disillusioned and she tries to walk furiously away from the garden until she reached the parlor of a veranda near the garden, where they can't be seen by anyone as Enishi paced calmly at the stone steps to the veranda, more or like cornering than following her.
"She seems rather spoiled by father, isn't she? Not even the nobility could afford the luxury of this house."
"It's an old house," she replied curtly, each word coming out from her is filled with hate and anger. "Why are you here Enishi, why can't you just leave me alone? Isn't it enough that you have made me suffer?"
"I had my ways, I'm afraid." "And you could never change."
He didn't reply back at her, he was gazing to the stone house. "Isn't it remarkable that how Aoshi could afford to have this as his own? I thought he is retiring from his 'business'. Haven't seen him much back in Tokyo."
"W-what do you mean?"
"Oh, don't you know? He and Kenshin-gumi are allies. They help out each other in crucial times, well both of their forces did a remarkable job in eliminating enemies who are either too dangerous or considered a political threat. Also in a point, they did take me out eventually. I sure did think I was a goner out there after some time." He looks at her, with a strange meticulous gaze that she tries to avoid as he tipped her face with his finger. "And after that, I eventually met you. An enemy that saved an enemy, a love that sprang from hate."
She shoved his hand off, her voice shaking with cold fury. "There are no friends or foe when it comes to being hurt; I did what I have to do as a doctor. Now, if you could please go."
"Have you ever wondered what Aoshi will do if he learned you have an affair with an adversary?"
"It's over. Forget that it ever happened, Enishi. I thought I could I trust you, I was wrong." Her voice sounds much jittery; the sharp eyes are like prying her even under those lenses. Damn him, that manipulative bastard, she thought. He will make her look like a traitor in front of Aoshi's eyes, now that when she already lead a comfortable life, a trust and a true friendship with her employer and having an endearing ward to take look after with. She didn't know how on earth Enishi has traced her from Tokyo, but she shivered at the thought that he could follow her anywhere, do anything he wanted and make her feel helpless.
"I had always taken a liking for you, Takani Megumi. My fondness for you is that in a way you resemble an essence of my dear departed sister."
"And that fondness, you want me to be your tool for your revenge. You want to get even again, with my friends."
He shook his head, and let out a small chuckle that made her blood run cold once again. He glanced back at her, and with a mischievous but intense look in his expression, he wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her dangerously close to his body and inches away from his face. There was a sensual arresting gaze within his deep cold green eyes "I never did think of revenge, when I made love with you."
Before she knew it, in an instant he took hold of her. His mouth pressed to her lips and starts to kiss her passionately and rough as if to consume her, his right hand clinging to her long dark hair, not wanting to set her free, tilting her head so he can dart his tongue into her mouth. She fought back, trying to pull herself away, not wanting to be fooled by once and for all by his persuasions, his conniving nature, his kiss.
Enishi suddenly paused and his eyes suddenly became affixed to something behind her. Megumi heard a gasp, and turned around. She saw Okon, who happens to be doing her garden chores looking at both of them in a shock and horrified manner, she dropped her things in recognition of the stranger that she had caught Megumi is sharing a passionate moment with.
"S-Sumisamen! I.." she gave a hurting look to Megumi, "I really have to go. I'm sorry to disturb the two of you."
"No! Okon, it's not what you think it is!" she tried to call her, but the female Oni strode furiously. "Okon.he is." but it was too late, she went in the stone house immediately.
"I see that the Oniwabanshus still recall me very well," he said in a calm, unerring manner. "It's hard to forget a familiar face."
A stinging slap came as a response, creasing a red welt across his face. The impact is so hard that it threw down his glasses to the damp, grassy ground below. When he looked up he saw her grief-stricken pallor of her face, angry eyes stricken with tears.
"Have you come this far, to ruin again my life?"
He stroked his swollen cheek, trying to force a ludicrous smile but the impact of the slap is so hard that he can't manage. From that point Megumi can see his face clearly without the tinted glasses, and he is better off if he wears it back. "Why no," he replied in a soft tone blanketing its cold calculating conceit within it. "I just came to get you back, but if you won't.I will do anything in my will to make sure you do."
"You won't make me," "Not even if you know you are caring my child?"
"Wh-what? How did." Blood has drained from her face, how did he find out? Was it that obvious? She hasn't told him yet anything and he stood there with a nonchalant expression as if he knew what was going in her mind. His green gaze is fixed upon her, and he continued. "I'm not quite as shallow like you think Megumi. You won't just easily leave your current place in Tokyo and take up another job just for the heck of it. It's not the pay check, it's not because you like little kids.you just want to go away from the reality." his eyes took a darker sinister shade, ".the reality you denied, what happened during those two weeks when the weather raged with torrential rain. It happened more than once; don't you think I don't know there is a possibility of conception?"
"I admit it's true. But you won't care even so."
That's because he used her? When she thought a man with his character could change, she believed in it. Merciful Buddha, how she recalled how foolish she was to give in to his conniving nature that a point she had not only arrested her heart and soul, but also her body. It took her for a week to find out, that he was using her more than emotionally.even though not the obvious, but she can tell. Just when Dr. Gensai brought up the recruitment job of a tutor in Kyoto, she was first reluctant at first. When she realized it's the only way she could get away to the man she wished she never knew, she broke up their secretive affair and quickly fled without looking back. Somehow she thought that it is all over, but the forbidden and doomed relationship had bore fruit.
Now, it raced her mind whether he came all the way from Tokyo with that intent in telling her. The fact he said it so cool and detached as if there is no particular warmth in him, even when she stammered out that his conclusion was right indeed.
"Oh, but I do care. I believed that it's a man's right to acknowledge his child," he continued, with one hand against the wall, pining her below it trapped. He looms over, with his expression unreadable, his eyes deeply compelling as if in any moment she wishes he would just strangle her. She twitched in surprise as she felt his left hand cupped gently below her stomach, "My flesh and your flesh, it lives inside you. Can't you see? You have my child, you are mine. I love you, Takani Megumi.you can't escape now."
Before she can even react, something caught her eye just across the veranda. She can see the familiar pale-beige wide-collared coat cloaking an impressible figure. The figure passing by is nonetheless but her employer, Aoshi who just came back from his previous business engagement.
He came back like he said, and she tried to call him out. But Enishi is pretty sharp to sense it, and covered her mouth with his other hand. "You can't call him out, not while I'm here." His voice commandingly stiff, and yet he made a devious smile.hiding an irrepressible desire of something he needs and he wanted, and its more than having her back. "I'm going to take you back to Tokyo, to hell with anyone who stands.against my family."
She reacted in impulse, an act of desperation, a sacrifice almost suicidal to put it. But it's the only way she knew that would free her from his clutches and to catch her employer's attention.and run to the safety of his arms. "No, you won't have your damn family! You won't have me!" her tone is defiant, shaking him off her violently. With it, she flung herself to the veranda's stone stairs.
The commotion caught Aoshi's attention in an instant. He quickly turned his head when she heard the desperate tone in Megumi's voice and that of another man. His blue gaze narrowed on the veranda as he saw a familiar cloaked figure with platinum-white hair, whose hands are clutching roughly on Megumi's wrists. She is to fall down the steps, intentional or not, and he can see that the man is trying to stop her in doing so. He couldn't understand why they are arguing, but when he saw that the stranger raised one free hand and slapped her across the face, instinct told him to rush in and interfere.
"Let your dirty hands off her, now." He said coldly, as he stopped at the veranda's steps, blocking its path. Front in front, in a short distance he was taken aback when he recognized the person abusing his employee. There eyes met, "Yukishiro.what the hell?" Megumi took the distraction, and clawed Enishi's face, she turned around and flung herself down the steps. It all happens in slow motion, as she threw herself down the steps, Aoshi's eyes widened with bewilderment, as he rushed quickly in attempt to catch her. She could hear Enishi's angry voice, coming from behind and it grows fainter and fainter as she felt her body hit and rolled down the wide stone steps, each fall inflicting her with pain. Next thing she know, everything seems to spin around her. She could hear the clamor of voices, she felt a burning sensation knot to her stomach, she could see Enishi's colors and then Aoshi's colors clashing briefly, then in few minutes tender strong arms lifted her off the ground. She is not hearing Enishi no more, instead in faint consciousness she warily made out the familiar pale blue eyes, looking at her with full worry.
"G-Gomen, Aoshi-san.it's my fault." she sobbed, speech was an effort. His face was near, yet curiously blurred as she clutched to the wide collar of his coat, not knowing what else to say. As if to console her, she felt the surge of warmth from her deliverer, as his firm hand held against her own.
"You are going to be okay, Meg-chan." He said further no more, but it's the assurance she needed. "Everything will be fine, everything."
And she drifted off from her consciousness knowing she was secured in his arms. He carries her gently away from the veranda and into his home, the sensation enveloping her with serenity as if she was being carried to the clouds.
[Spoiler alert: you guys won't like what (I made) enishi do here in the fic O.o BE reminded that this fic is not angst. Only in the extremes ( ]
The marvelous days continued, and she felt all the while as though she were suspended in time. The hours she spent with Aoshi and Misao were both wonderful and strange for a woman who had never known family warmth before. The little girl was a delight to be with and Aoshi treated her as if she were an old and dear friend. She never allowed herself to think of Aoshi's life outside the villa. She didn't want to think of him as a man who's a leader of a complex clan and fighting group directing dangerous missions.
One day, Megumi and Misao were picnicking in the yard and were having a particularly riotous time, giggling and tickling each other.
"This has got to be the noisiest place in Kyoto." Aoshi came in, amusement spread all over his face.
"Otousan!" Misao ran to him and he lifted her up and kissed her before he set her on her feet. "Hi angel, Am I invited to the picnic?"
"There's none left. We ate it all."
"Never mind. I don't have time anyway. I'm going to see old sensei."
"Can I go see ojisan? Can I and Meg-chan come with you?" Misao's voice was coaxing and she wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with pleading, green eyes. Megumi flushed because his eyes are on her.
"Not this time. Next time I'll take both of you. Off you go, now, so I can talk with Meg-chan for a minute." He watched her leave. "I'll be gone till tomorrow, Miss Takani. Keep Misao busy, ne?"
Okon's words about the Okashira that his sensei wanted him to marry flashed through Megumi's head. Not knowing where she got the courage to do so, she teased him. "I'd love to meet your sensei one day. He sounds like a very determined man. Okon says he got your future all mapped out for you, including your future wife."
She was astounded at the audacity of her words and expected him to lash back at her. Instead he looked at her without anger. "That will never happen," He made the statement firmly and emphatically as he turned to leave.
*****
The next day.
"Meg-chan! Meg-chan wake up!!" Megumi heard the voice vaguely through the veil of sleep. It had to be Misao, who else would run to her room and call her by name? She wished her head would stop hurting so she could open her eyes. "Wake up, Meg-chan!" As the voice called out again, the bed heaved and her stomach with it.
"No, don't jump on the bed.angel. I am-----" she felt a strong wave of nausea, and her stomach churned once more. Then she noticed that her skin has bathe in cold sweat and is very feverish. Misao noticed that her tutor is paler than usual.
"Are you alright, Meg-chan?" Misao asked, as she crowded beside her at the bed.
"No Misao, I feel sick." Megumi felt the wave of nausea hit her again. This time she didn't restrain herself and ran to the bathroom, she threw up.making her feel a whole lot better.
"I can get Omasu to the nearby village to get you a doctor," Misao said, her wide green eyes full of concern. "Don't be sick, Meg-chan."
"No need for it Misao, I'm a doctor myself.I know what to do. I will be right down there for breakfast.okay?" She managed a faint smile, and the little girl gave her an uneasy look.
"Okay," and she quietly leaves her room.
But Megumi knew to well what is going within her, after all she herself is a doctor. She knew the signs, it has been weeks late for her cycle and the past few days she felt a mild fever that she ignored, thinking its just exhaustion for keeping up with Misao all day. But then, now she is experiencing nausea. It all came to a shocking resolve that she knew all the time.
Enishi
Absentmindedly, she tries to recover from the shock and gets through her morning routine. She bathes, dressed up and eats breakfast with Misao and the Onis. Afterwards, she can't concentrate to help Misao with her lessons and decided that she would take a brief walk at the yard in the villa to cool off her senses. However, Misao insists to go with her. So they strolled outside, Megumi finds the cherry blossoms enchanting, easing her mind and as they crown the entrance from the front yard in its own beauty. She kept an eye on Misao, who was playing with a ball near the flowery shrubs and trees by the cobbled yard, not so far from where she was.
At one point, the young girl dropped the ball into a certain distance, she got up to help her find it but to her surprise, there is a figure lurking in one of the shaded trees. Misao looked up at the stranger in surprise, which seems a man, whose sleeved arms stretched and gave her the ball. He is wearing a cloak draped to his shoulders and when Megumi saw him slowly step out of the shadows, she saw the familiar white hair.
"Thanks, mister!" Misao exclaimed, "Meg-chan! This man gave me the ball!"
"So, they call you Meg-chan around here," a malicious grin curved the man's lips, he glanced down at the little girl who is looking to him curiously. "So this is your little ward? A spunky cute girl isn't she?" he stroked the Misao's head, as Megumi clenched her palms tightly. "What's your name, little angel?"
"Misao!" she chirped, her green eyes gleaming. A child can easily give her confidence immediately. "You, what's your name, Mister?"
"Leave her out of this, Enishi." Megumi finds herself gritting her teeth, her nails digging deeper to her palms until it was raw. Yukishiro Enishi, even if wearing his glasses---has this sardonic gaze within his eyes that made her even flare more.
"My, my.it's that how you greet an old friend?" "I'm not your old friend."
Megumi told the rather confused Misao to go inside immediately, and leave them alone for awhile. When she asked why, she told her it's an important talk between grown-ups, to which Misao obeyed and proceeds to play inside. However, her thought to confront him then and there quickly disillusioned and she tries to walk furiously away from the garden until she reached the parlor of a veranda near the garden, where they can't be seen by anyone as Enishi paced calmly at the stone steps to the veranda, more or like cornering than following her.
"She seems rather spoiled by father, isn't she? Not even the nobility could afford the luxury of this house."
"It's an old house," she replied curtly, each word coming out from her is filled with hate and anger. "Why are you here Enishi, why can't you just leave me alone? Isn't it enough that you have made me suffer?"
"I had my ways, I'm afraid." "And you could never change."
He didn't reply back at her, he was gazing to the stone house. "Isn't it remarkable that how Aoshi could afford to have this as his own? I thought he is retiring from his 'business'. Haven't seen him much back in Tokyo."
"W-what do you mean?"
"Oh, don't you know? He and Kenshin-gumi are allies. They help out each other in crucial times, well both of their forces did a remarkable job in eliminating enemies who are either too dangerous or considered a political threat. Also in a point, they did take me out eventually. I sure did think I was a goner out there after some time." He looks at her, with a strange meticulous gaze that she tries to avoid as he tipped her face with his finger. "And after that, I eventually met you. An enemy that saved an enemy, a love that sprang from hate."
She shoved his hand off, her voice shaking with cold fury. "There are no friends or foe when it comes to being hurt; I did what I have to do as a doctor. Now, if you could please go."
"Have you ever wondered what Aoshi will do if he learned you have an affair with an adversary?"
"It's over. Forget that it ever happened, Enishi. I thought I could I trust you, I was wrong." Her voice sounds much jittery; the sharp eyes are like prying her even under those lenses. Damn him, that manipulative bastard, she thought. He will make her look like a traitor in front of Aoshi's eyes, now that when she already lead a comfortable life, a trust and a true friendship with her employer and having an endearing ward to take look after with. She didn't know how on earth Enishi has traced her from Tokyo, but she shivered at the thought that he could follow her anywhere, do anything he wanted and make her feel helpless.
"I had always taken a liking for you, Takani Megumi. My fondness for you is that in a way you resemble an essence of my dear departed sister."
"And that fondness, you want me to be your tool for your revenge. You want to get even again, with my friends."
He shook his head, and let out a small chuckle that made her blood run cold once again. He glanced back at her, and with a mischievous but intense look in his expression, he wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her dangerously close to his body and inches away from his face. There was a sensual arresting gaze within his deep cold green eyes "I never did think of revenge, when I made love with you."
Before she knew it, in an instant he took hold of her. His mouth pressed to her lips and starts to kiss her passionately and rough as if to consume her, his right hand clinging to her long dark hair, not wanting to set her free, tilting her head so he can dart his tongue into her mouth. She fought back, trying to pull herself away, not wanting to be fooled by once and for all by his persuasions, his conniving nature, his kiss.
Enishi suddenly paused and his eyes suddenly became affixed to something behind her. Megumi heard a gasp, and turned around. She saw Okon, who happens to be doing her garden chores looking at both of them in a shock and horrified manner, she dropped her things in recognition of the stranger that she had caught Megumi is sharing a passionate moment with.
"S-Sumisamen! I.." she gave a hurting look to Megumi, "I really have to go. I'm sorry to disturb the two of you."
"No! Okon, it's not what you think it is!" she tried to call her, but the female Oni strode furiously. "Okon.he is." but it was too late, she went in the stone house immediately.
"I see that the Oniwabanshus still recall me very well," he said in a calm, unerring manner. "It's hard to forget a familiar face."
A stinging slap came as a response, creasing a red welt across his face. The impact is so hard that it threw down his glasses to the damp, grassy ground below. When he looked up he saw her grief-stricken pallor of her face, angry eyes stricken with tears.
"Have you come this far, to ruin again my life?"
He stroked his swollen cheek, trying to force a ludicrous smile but the impact of the slap is so hard that he can't manage. From that point Megumi can see his face clearly without the tinted glasses, and he is better off if he wears it back. "Why no," he replied in a soft tone blanketing its cold calculating conceit within it. "I just came to get you back, but if you won't.I will do anything in my will to make sure you do."
"You won't make me," "Not even if you know you are caring my child?"
"Wh-what? How did." Blood has drained from her face, how did he find out? Was it that obvious? She hasn't told him yet anything and he stood there with a nonchalant expression as if he knew what was going in her mind. His green gaze is fixed upon her, and he continued. "I'm not quite as shallow like you think Megumi. You won't just easily leave your current place in Tokyo and take up another job just for the heck of it. It's not the pay check, it's not because you like little kids.you just want to go away from the reality." his eyes took a darker sinister shade, ".the reality you denied, what happened during those two weeks when the weather raged with torrential rain. It happened more than once; don't you think I don't know there is a possibility of conception?"
"I admit it's true. But you won't care even so."
That's because he used her? When she thought a man with his character could change, she believed in it. Merciful Buddha, how she recalled how foolish she was to give in to his conniving nature that a point she had not only arrested her heart and soul, but also her body. It took her for a week to find out, that he was using her more than emotionally.even though not the obvious, but she can tell. Just when Dr. Gensai brought up the recruitment job of a tutor in Kyoto, she was first reluctant at first. When she realized it's the only way she could get away to the man she wished she never knew, she broke up their secretive affair and quickly fled without looking back. Somehow she thought that it is all over, but the forbidden and doomed relationship had bore fruit.
Now, it raced her mind whether he came all the way from Tokyo with that intent in telling her. The fact he said it so cool and detached as if there is no particular warmth in him, even when she stammered out that his conclusion was right indeed.
"Oh, but I do care. I believed that it's a man's right to acknowledge his child," he continued, with one hand against the wall, pining her below it trapped. He looms over, with his expression unreadable, his eyes deeply compelling as if in any moment she wishes he would just strangle her. She twitched in surprise as she felt his left hand cupped gently below her stomach, "My flesh and your flesh, it lives inside you. Can't you see? You have my child, you are mine. I love you, Takani Megumi.you can't escape now."
Before she can even react, something caught her eye just across the veranda. She can see the familiar pale-beige wide-collared coat cloaking an impressible figure. The figure passing by is nonetheless but her employer, Aoshi who just came back from his previous business engagement.
He came back like he said, and she tried to call him out. But Enishi is pretty sharp to sense it, and covered her mouth with his other hand. "You can't call him out, not while I'm here." His voice commandingly stiff, and yet he made a devious smile.hiding an irrepressible desire of something he needs and he wanted, and its more than having her back. "I'm going to take you back to Tokyo, to hell with anyone who stands.against my family."
She reacted in impulse, an act of desperation, a sacrifice almost suicidal to put it. But it's the only way she knew that would free her from his clutches and to catch her employer's attention.and run to the safety of his arms. "No, you won't have your damn family! You won't have me!" her tone is defiant, shaking him off her violently. With it, she flung herself to the veranda's stone stairs.
The commotion caught Aoshi's attention in an instant. He quickly turned his head when she heard the desperate tone in Megumi's voice and that of another man. His blue gaze narrowed on the veranda as he saw a familiar cloaked figure with platinum-white hair, whose hands are clutching roughly on Megumi's wrists. She is to fall down the steps, intentional or not, and he can see that the man is trying to stop her in doing so. He couldn't understand why they are arguing, but when he saw that the stranger raised one free hand and slapped her across the face, instinct told him to rush in and interfere.
"Let your dirty hands off her, now." He said coldly, as he stopped at the veranda's steps, blocking its path. Front in front, in a short distance he was taken aback when he recognized the person abusing his employee. There eyes met, "Yukishiro.what the hell?" Megumi took the distraction, and clawed Enishi's face, she turned around and flung herself down the steps. It all happens in slow motion, as she threw herself down the steps, Aoshi's eyes widened with bewilderment, as he rushed quickly in attempt to catch her. She could hear Enishi's angry voice, coming from behind and it grows fainter and fainter as she felt her body hit and rolled down the wide stone steps, each fall inflicting her with pain. Next thing she know, everything seems to spin around her. She could hear the clamor of voices, she felt a burning sensation knot to her stomach, she could see Enishi's colors and then Aoshi's colors clashing briefly, then in few minutes tender strong arms lifted her off the ground. She is not hearing Enishi no more, instead in faint consciousness she warily made out the familiar pale blue eyes, looking at her with full worry.
"G-Gomen, Aoshi-san.it's my fault." she sobbed, speech was an effort. His face was near, yet curiously blurred as she clutched to the wide collar of his coat, not knowing what else to say. As if to console her, she felt the surge of warmth from her deliverer, as his firm hand held against her own.
"You are going to be okay, Meg-chan." He said further no more, but it's the assurance she needed. "Everything will be fine, everything."
And she drifted off from her consciousness knowing she was secured in his arms. He carries her gently away from the veranda and into his home, the sensation enveloping her with serenity as if she was being carried to the clouds.