Love Is A Twisted Road
By Anime no Miko
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Follow the RK cast in their way through the twisted road of love ...
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-- Two Men's Fanclubs --
"He's an icicle." she thought. "... sexy though." she heard herself say aloud, and blushed. "Hmm ... yeah...he's a sexy icicle!"
"And just who's this sexy icicle?" a deep voice spoke from behind, sending delicious shivers down her spine ...
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Her heart gave a jump and she froze. That was unexpected. "Completely uncalled for." But who was this person anyways? No one had the right to intrude on Misao Makimachi's thoughts. If she didn't let anyone in Kyoto. Why would she let someone in Tokyo? And a complete stranger nonetheless! Yes, a complete stranger. Just like the one you were daydreaming of few minutes ago. Blood rushed to her cheeks emphasizing their pinkish nature and Misao mentally slapped herself because of that truth. Indeed, she was caught watching and as if that wasn't bad enough, they've heard her! She would definitely have a little chat with her inner self, but that would take place later because presently she had a stranger to deal with now.
Taking a deep breath, Misao swirled around in a slow motion, debating whether to mumble an apology and turn around or to snap back at this nosy stranger. No, that wouldn't be proper. She was going to act wise and do the first, but as usually, the ever present little voice of her character would not allow her. So you are running away? Like a coward? Coward. That clicked, because Makimachi Misao was definitely no coward.
She now faced the stranger, or rather her eyes fall on his broad, muscled chest. O.K. So he was tall. Gosh! She didn't even reach his chin! But again, that didn't make any difference to a very resolute Misao. Or did it? Nah!
She lifted her head defiantly to meet his gaze, and spoke in an unfriendly manner. "Mind your own busine--"
And it was then when jade met ocean blue and time seemed to stop. Her eyes widened in recognition; his flickered in mixed surprise for a moment.
"You are right; it is none of my business. I am sorry," Aoshi said with a small, apologetic bow. His eyes, holding a now unreadable expression, were fixed on the petite girl.
Those deep, green eyes. They reminded him of his sister. Of his only sister, the one he left alone driven by selfishness. Of the little girl whom he used to make paper cranes for ... The child he failed to protect. His lost angel.
"Hmm ... no problem," Misao mumbled, half-conscious of being holding her breath. In normal circumstances she would have said "You should be," but again this was anything but normal; he made it that way.
Aoshi nodded but his expression did not change. Having nothing more to say, they remained silent, watching each other, never severing the eye-contact. In the few minutes that lasted this wordless communication, Aoshi read mixed anxiousness and Misao, she could swear she saw sadness in his eyes, for barely a second, but sadness indeed.
He moved one step towards her, and a second ... With his third step, Misao stepped back reflexively as Aoshi reached out for her with his hand. Not knowing what to expect, she closed her eyes and lowered her face. Her back made contact with the rough trunk of a nearby tree.
That he was being too bold, Aoshi didn't discern then. Neither did he stop to think of what sort of ideas might be crossing Misao's head in that moment. He had to do it; he was compelled to. Aoshi gently brushed away the bangs of ebony hair covering Misao's face like thin curtains, and then ... he stood there, contemplating, waiting for Misao to open her eyes and let him drown into the green pools of her eyes ... of his sister's.
Misao opened her eyes cautiously as the kiss she thought was coming took forever. Not that she desired it anyways, of course. Her face turned ten shades of red when she saw Aoshi's worry under that blank expression. Great, now he would think she was a fool. Misao was about to blurt an explanation, anything, when ... a ball of the femenine sex rolled towards them, startling her greatly. Sure, she was accustomed to that thanks to her brother's fanclubs back in Kyoto, but this was new. She could swear they called him "Aoshi-SAMA."
"Aoshi-sama! Aoshi-sama!" So she wasn't mistaken. They were calling him "Aoshi-sama." He is worth the name, ne? Oh yes, definitely. He had the face, the body, the ... everything! Everything to die for.
Aoshi sighed deeply. Did they not get tired? He really didn't know how had he survive this long with their incesant chasing and babbling mortifying his existance, his peace, all this time.
With his index finger, he lifted Misao's chin to look into her eyes one last time. This took Misao by surprise and the contact made her tremble. He stared eyes wide at him.
Aoshi tucked a stray of hair behind her ear and whispered to her softly: "You have the eyes I love, jade green." With that he took his leave, with the human ball tailing his back.
Meanwhile, coming around the corner, there was a noticeable fuss. It was Kenshin and what appeared to be his recently organized "We love Kenshin" fan club. So Shiro had been completely wrong in his fears afterall. There was no doubt that Tokyo's female community loved Kenshin's long reddish hair, and even more than Kyoto's did.
Despite the turmoil of which he was being center, Kenshin spotted Misao standing by the fountain holding two umbrellas. Her face bore a confused, intrigued, yet happy expression. Of that he would inquire later. He spared himself a smile on the thought.
"Oro?" Someone had pulled out a hair from his ponytail and the quick, needless to say painful movement, drew Kenshin back to his present condition. He waved to Misao, who, by now, had noticed him as well, and received a small wave and smile in return. A blonde glued to Kenshin looked towards where he was looking and noticing Misao, frowned.
"Who is that, Ken-san?" he heard her ask in artificial bubbly manner.
Contrary to the customary, an uncommon perspicacity during awkward situations involving girls, came to Kenshin when he noticed the girl's frown.
"Oh, she is the most precious person to me," he said, emphasizing the "most precious" part, and smiled inwardly.
Misao started walking towards Kenshin wondering what was wrong with that bunch of girls giving her deadly stares. She shrugged.
Upon reaching them, she smiled at his brother and greeted him. "Nii-!"
Kenshin cut her short before she could utter any word that would compromise his little plan to get rid of the crazy women. Misao stayed quiet and looked questiongly at Kenshin. A small mute conversation took place among siblings, resulting of Misao's giggling.
"Where were you? Now we are late for dinner," Misao said, pouting slightly, and handing Kenshin his umbrella. Kenshin winked approaching Misao and giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Gomen nasai! We'll get going right away," he said detaching himself from the pairs of arms holding him possesively. Taking hold of Misao's hand, he turned around and excused himself as politely as ever.
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Sorry for the late update. Grr! O.K. I mean sorry for the LATE update. But hey! *evil smile* I'm cruel and mean and what not! Muahauaha!
Thanks for the reviews for chapters 1 & 2! ^__^ I will extra thanks if you review chapter 3. Reviews do make my fingers type faster. Hehe!