Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is not mine! I wish it was, but it's not!
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Chapter Two:
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"Master Shinomori, the car is ready for you." An old butler announced as he opened the door to the study.
"Thank you." Replied a deep voice from the study. Aoshi Shinomori raised from his leather chaise behind his desk and gathered his laptop along with a pile of papers on his desk.
"Are you sure you would not need a driver today, sir?" The butler asked. Aoshi looked up from his tasks to revealed icy cold blue eyes staring back at the butler.
"No." Aoshi simply answered and placed everything in his briefcase. He walked towards the butler, who handed him the keys to the car, and stepped pass, the butler without saying anything else. He carried himself quietly and gracefully towards door, his shoes not making any sounds as it made contact with the shinny wooden floor.
Outside the manor, a black expensive sport car was waiting for Aoshi. He approached the drivers sided and opened the door. Placing his laptop and briefcase on the passenger side he stepped inside. The interior was amazing covered with leather chaises and tinted windows. He turned on the engine and speed out of the driveway.
Aoshi at he age of fifteen had taken over the family business, and never experienced anything that a normal fifteen-year-old would experienced. He was just to busy taking care of his family business and improving it to ever deal with anything. By the time he was eighteen Aoshi was already a famous, rich, and power business owner. Everyone in the business industrial knew of him, and what he was capable of.
Everywhere he went people seem to be affected by his presence. Maybe it's his fortune that they were scared or maybe because it was his icy, cold, emotionless eyes, and the vibe that he gave off. No one knew, but one was for sure that Aoshi was a powerful man and everyone wants some kind of connection with him.
He rarely attended business functions. Every time he does attend the daughters of businessmen always surrounded him. He never really knew how to communicate with them anyway. He found that he could not even hold a conversation with those beastly people. Those girls never could hold his interests. They wore too much make-up and perfume that he could probably smell them a mile away. It made him sick that all they wanted was his money. No one really took the time to know the real Aoshi. That's why maybe he always has that emotionless expression on his face.
It was already 8:04 so Aoshi decided that he would take the shortcut instead of his usual way to work. So when he reached the cornered he made a right turned, and speeds down the street even thought it said 25mph.
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"I could make it. All have to do is run a little faster." Misao said to herself as she looked at her watch to reveal that I was already 8:05. She ran across the street without looking both ways, and didn't even bother to look at the traffic lights. Ahead of her was a little boy playing on the sidewalk with his little ball. He was bouncing up it and down when suddenly it slipped from his hand and rolled out in the empty street. The little boy went after his ball, but did check both ways before he went to the street to pick it up. He didn't see any cars coming, and so he headed towards the ball lying in the street. Just as he bend down to pick it up, a black sport car was speeding while turning from the corner.
Misao gasped as she saw the car. He might not stop in time to, and the little boy was going to get run over. Picking up all her speed she ran towards the boy. The black car just finished turning from the cornered when the driver spotted the small boy in the street. He abruptly stepped on the breaks, and the wheels burned against the ground as it tried to slow down the momentum of the car.
Misao was only a few feet away from the boy, when she decided to dive towards the boy. The momentum of her body threw the boy and her across the ground just a foot away from where the car came to a full stop. Misao was lying on the ground with the boy wrapped in her body and arms around him to make sure that he doesn't get hurt if the car didn't stop in time. Slowly, she loosens the hold on the boy and sat up holding him by the shoulders.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?" Misao asked looking at the boy for any injuries.
"No, I'm fine." The little whispered still scared from the incident.
"It's all right. You're okay." Misao said when she was relieved to discover that wasn't any injuries on his body.
"Where are your parents? Do you live around here?" She asked in a soft voice as to not scare the boy any farther. Just then a large shadowed engulfed them. Misao looked up to see a large man towering over them. It was the drive that almost killed them both.
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Chapter Two:
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"Master Shinomori, the car is ready for you." An old butler announced as he opened the door to the study.
"Thank you." Replied a deep voice from the study. Aoshi Shinomori raised from his leather chaise behind his desk and gathered his laptop along with a pile of papers on his desk.
"Are you sure you would not need a driver today, sir?" The butler asked. Aoshi looked up from his tasks to revealed icy cold blue eyes staring back at the butler.
"No." Aoshi simply answered and placed everything in his briefcase. He walked towards the butler, who handed him the keys to the car, and stepped pass, the butler without saying anything else. He carried himself quietly and gracefully towards door, his shoes not making any sounds as it made contact with the shinny wooden floor.
Outside the manor, a black expensive sport car was waiting for Aoshi. He approached the drivers sided and opened the door. Placing his laptop and briefcase on the passenger side he stepped inside. The interior was amazing covered with leather chaises and tinted windows. He turned on the engine and speed out of the driveway.
Aoshi at he age of fifteen had taken over the family business, and never experienced anything that a normal fifteen-year-old would experienced. He was just to busy taking care of his family business and improving it to ever deal with anything. By the time he was eighteen Aoshi was already a famous, rich, and power business owner. Everyone in the business industrial knew of him, and what he was capable of.
Everywhere he went people seem to be affected by his presence. Maybe it's his fortune that they were scared or maybe because it was his icy, cold, emotionless eyes, and the vibe that he gave off. No one knew, but one was for sure that Aoshi was a powerful man and everyone wants some kind of connection with him.
He rarely attended business functions. Every time he does attend the daughters of businessmen always surrounded him. He never really knew how to communicate with them anyway. He found that he could not even hold a conversation with those beastly people. Those girls never could hold his interests. They wore too much make-up and perfume that he could probably smell them a mile away. It made him sick that all they wanted was his money. No one really took the time to know the real Aoshi. That's why maybe he always has that emotionless expression on his face.
It was already 8:04 so Aoshi decided that he would take the shortcut instead of his usual way to work. So when he reached the cornered he made a right turned, and speeds down the street even thought it said 25mph.
* * * *
"I could make it. All have to do is run a little faster." Misao said to herself as she looked at her watch to reveal that I was already 8:05. She ran across the street without looking both ways, and didn't even bother to look at the traffic lights. Ahead of her was a little boy playing on the sidewalk with his little ball. He was bouncing up it and down when suddenly it slipped from his hand and rolled out in the empty street. The little boy went after his ball, but did check both ways before he went to the street to pick it up. He didn't see any cars coming, and so he headed towards the ball lying in the street. Just as he bend down to pick it up, a black sport car was speeding while turning from the corner.
Misao gasped as she saw the car. He might not stop in time to, and the little boy was going to get run over. Picking up all her speed she ran towards the boy. The black car just finished turning from the cornered when the driver spotted the small boy in the street. He abruptly stepped on the breaks, and the wheels burned against the ground as it tried to slow down the momentum of the car.
Misao was only a few feet away from the boy, when she decided to dive towards the boy. The momentum of her body threw the boy and her across the ground just a foot away from where the car came to a full stop. Misao was lying on the ground with the boy wrapped in her body and arms around him to make sure that he doesn't get hurt if the car didn't stop in time. Slowly, she loosens the hold on the boy and sat up holding him by the shoulders.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?" Misao asked looking at the boy for any injuries.
"No, I'm fine." The little whispered still scared from the incident.
"It's all right. You're okay." Misao said when she was relieved to discover that wasn't any injuries on his body.
"Where are your parents? Do you live around here?" She asked in a soft voice as to not scare the boy any farther. Just then a large shadowed engulfed them. Misao looked up to see a large man towering over them. It was the drive that almost killed them both.