Disclaimers: *death glare * at Nobuhiro who is laughing his head off.
FINE!!! Be that way, I don't own Kenshin. Or Misao's song for the matter.
Author notes: Waaaaaaaah minna! Thank you for all the reviews!! Yes this a aoshi and misao fic. Just to let Noa know, I am your biggest fan. I love your stories!! Well on with the show!
What did you think? Huh? That she would wait for you forever? You actually thought she would not find someone else, someone more deserving of her? Besides, all you ever did was hurt her, she is in love with you, and it took you so long to realise it? Matte, I meant, she WAS in love with you. * Aoshi sighed as he walked down the corridor the following morning. The previous night's scenes kept replaying in his head. Anger returning as he remembered the unknown man that escorted Misao home. Absentmindedly, he ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes briefly. He did not have enough sleep the previous night. Instead he stayed up to do some paperwork; afraid of the dreaming he would have done if he had slept. *Afraid of what would happen in the dream? Or the truth held in the dreams? * The small voice in his head piped up. Suddenly, a small figure ran straight into him, the collision knocking the two bodies onto the floor. Opening his eyes in shock, he stared straight at the sapphire-blue eyes that belonged to Misao.
"Gomen nasai Aoshi-sama!" Misao said, pushing herself away from Aoshi's muscle-toned torso. * Why are you so jittery Misao? I thought you were over him? * As she turned away, she felt a hand grab her wrist. Pulling her hand away from the clutch, she realised that it was her Aoshi- sama who had held her hand tightly.
"Nani da yo?" Misao said softly, staring back at Aoshi's almost pleading eyes. Almost. Aoshi hesitated, unsure of what to do. Confusion flickered across his eyes in a fleeting second, before an expression of coldness smouldered any other signs of emotions.
" Where are you going Misao?" he said softly, his voice tinted with iciness. Misao stared shocked at Aoshi's change of mood, before answering curtly.
"Out. To town."
"Are you going to meet that man again?" Aoshi shot back just as harshly, ignoring the shocked gasp from Misao or the fact that he just hurt her feelings again.
"You... you... knew?" Misao said shakily, afraid of Aoshi's reaction. Her knees giving way, as she sank slowly to the ground, coming face to face with Aoshi.
"I should have known that you were capable of doing this kind of despicable things." Aoshi spat back. * YOU BASTARD! * The little voice in his head screamed. It was too late; the words were out of his mouth before he could regret it. Jealousy had overcome his control over his feelings, Aoshi watched as every strand of control he had was cut loose slowly.
"Despicable? Des... Despicable?" Misao said, hurt by what Aoshi had just said. Her head bowed unable to bring herself to look at her Aoshi- sama. Her body felt numb all over, and yet, she was shaking uncontrollably, her nerves jumped and twitched, emotions were flickering past her eyes. Love, hate, confusion, uncertainty, anger and despair. She started to laugh, silently then softly, unable to control herself, she started laughing loudly. No it wasn't a happy laugh, it was more like a cynical yet forced laugh. The laugh of the sad. * Or the insane? * Wondered Misao.
"What is so funny?" Aoshi said, shocked at Misao's reaction. His eyes widened in shock as Misao lifted her head to face Aoshi. She was laughing, the smile cruelly twisted upon her lips, tears were coursing down her cheeks but her eyes were still as bright and crystal-like as before, though it seemed out of focus, never staring at Aoshi. She stood up passing Aoshi who was still on the floor, kissing him lightly on the cheek before murmuring something into his ear. Leaving Aoshi alone in the middle of the corridor, her words ringing in his head.
"Why do even care for the one you don't love Shinomori-san?"
A few hours later
Misao headed down town in a kimono she borrowed from Okon, it was sun- kissed butter-yellow with patterns of vibrant-orange carps on it, complete with a red piece of cloth which held up her long flowing hair. As she went deeper into the seedy part of town, she attracted more stares and compliments. To which she ignored totally. Finally, she turned in at the Hisuihana Teahouse. It was flocked by men of all sorts. The rich ones were inside being entertained while the poor ones stood outside, admiring the geishas from afar. Unable to find Kanjire, she approached a geisha who seemed to be free.
"Konnichiwa, I am looking for Takuya-san. Is he around?" Misao said softly, bowing formally. The girl gave her a hard stare, before nodding Misao to follow her. The girl with ink-black hair led Misao to an office at the back of the building, knocking on the door she entered, Misao following closely behind.
"Konnichiwa Misao-chan, genki desu ka?" Kanjire said behind a Western office desk. Misao nodded listlessly, sitting down on a nearby couch.
"Arigato Amamiya-chan" Kanjire said as he dismissed her. Crossing the room, he knelt down in front of Misao.
"I'm glad you could make it today Misao-chan, anou, what is wrong?" Kanjire said noticing that Misao seemed to be out of focus. Misao said nothing, not feeling like talking at the moment.
"It is that man of yours isn't it Misao-chan? He hurt you again didn't he?" Kanjire said in concern. Misao nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak, she shut her eyes tight, afraid that her tears would betray her. Suddenly she felt arms around her, lips being pressed against hers. She froze, attempting to struggle. However, in her attempt to scream, she opened her mouth, allowing Kanjire to deepen the kiss, She opened her eyes, melting in his kiss, but instead of seeing Kanjire kissing her, she saw Aoshi-sama. Unable to control her feelings, she responded to Kanjire's persuasive kisses. Snapping to her senses, she pushed Kanjire away from her, ashamed for what she had just done, tracing her swollen lips.
"How did you find it?" Kanjire said flashing her a boyish grin.
"It was my first kiss." Misao said softly, her head bowed. Her face flushed bright pink.
"Gomen nasai, Misao-chan, I didn't know, but it does not matter, what matters is the audition now." Kanjire said pulling Misao to her feet, leading her out to the now cleared teahouse. Every man was no longer at the teahouse. The place was crowded of girls of all sorts; already many girls had been audition. A few had made it to become a geisha. Pushing her onto the stage Kanjire mouthed the words "Sing a song". Misao stared at the many pairs of eyes staring at her before singing a song she knew by heart.
Sono aoku kooru hitomi
Kono mune ni dakishimetai
Nakushita, kono yuuki wo
Omoidashite once again
Closing her eyes, Misao continued with her song, allowing her to forget her problems, her sorrows.
Tooi senaka oikaketa
Tsukikage ni kakureru
Ikari, yuenu kanashimi
Kitori jime suru no
Kurai mori, samayou
Murasaki no kizuato
Yoru ni matataki ryuusei
Mitsumeteiru ice blue eyes
It was getting late, almost evening, Aoshi had not seen Misao since morning. He padded silently down the corridor to her room, knocking silently before sliding the shoji open. The room was bare, Misao was still in town. As he turned to leave the room, an old maroon book caught his eye. He turned to the cover and saw the words "Misao's Diary" brutally scrawled on it.
Sono aoku kooru hitomi
Kono mune ni dakishimetai
Nakushita, kono yuuki wo
Omoidashite once again
Flipping to the first entry, Aoshi, tempted by curiosity started to read the entry. "Dear diary, this is my first entry. Aoshi-sama gave me this book. He told me that if I ever felt sad or happy, I should wite my feelings down so that I can impwove my witing. So I yelled, "Arigatooooooo Aoshi-saaamaaa!" Luv Misao."
Sono kizu no itami taezu
Oogoe de naite ii no
Atatakana, namida wa
Koori, tokasu harvest rain
Watashi matteru...
Aoshi carried on reading the diary, silently mouthing the words. "Dear diary, today Aoshi-sama read me a poem that he really liked it goes like this:
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle –
Why not I with thine?
See the mountain's kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea –
What are all these kissings worth,
It thou kiss not me?
I don't really know what it means but I really like it. Luv, Misao."
Tsuyosa dake motometeta
Hito, kogasu tsumetasa
Hokori sute, nikushimi de
Kono toki, tomeru no...
The audition was over; Misao had got the place of most beautiful. Kanjire was overjoyed, asking her if she could start work immediately. Misao agreed and headed back to the Aoiya happily. Finally, things were going her way.
Asu negau, tatakai
Yume mamoru, senshi yo
Yami ni nigekomu kokoro
Tsuremodoshite don't look back!
The memories kept flooding back into Aoshi's mind, forgotten memories, unwanted memories. "Dear diary, they left me behind today. They didn't take me with them. Jiya said they won't be coming back for a while. They tried leaving in the night, but I woke up. I tried running after them, screaming Aoshi-sama's name. They didn't look back. They just kept walking, even when I cried. Jiya kept holding me, even when I used kempo on him. They left me behind. Doushite? I hate them! Misao."
Sono kodoku, ikari, sakebi
Watashi ni mo kanjisasete
Hontou no kono yuuki wo
Torimodoshite once again
"Dear diary, I am going to leave tonight. I have to find Aoshi-sama and the rest. I missed them a lot. Jiya would be angry with me, but he would know I am safe. After all, the Oniwabanshuu has connections all over Japan. I really need to find them, I missed them so much. Especially Aoshi- sama, maybe I am in love with him. Love, Misao."
Sono kooru, hitomi, tokashi
Kono mune de, namida, fuite
Atatakana namida wa
Koori, tokasu harvest rain
Watashi, matteru...
Watashi, matteru...
"Doushite? Anatawa totemo futo na." Misao said softly. Aoshi dropped the book in shock as he saw Misao standing at the shoji. Crossing to the shoji, he cleared his throat.
"Anou, gomen nasai..." he rasped, unable to finish as Misao pushed him out of her room, slamming the shoji close. She silently stuffed a kimono, a comb and her sachet of kunais into a bag, turning around to leave. As she slid the shoji away, she saw Aoshi standing there. As she walked past him, he grabbed her hand; a pregnant pause ensued.
"Let go of me Shinomori-san." Misao said through clenched teeth, drawing out one of her kunais. Gasping inwardly, Aoshi let go of her hand. As he watched her walk away, he hung his head, knowing he had forever lost his Misao.
Japanese Translation:
Gomen nasai: Sorry
Konnichiwa: Good day
Genki desu ka: How are you?
Anatawa totemo futo na: You're very unreasonable.
Author notes:
Hey minna, again thank you for the reviews. Just to let you all know, the song Misao sings is Ice Blue Eyes on the Rurouni Kenshin Songs 2. The poem is written by Percy Shelly, the title is Love Philosophy. Amamiya means "bitch" and I added "miya" behind it. The following chapters would explain why I gave such a name. Sorry for not writing for quite some time, I had to study for my E maths and A maths tests next week. ;_; Why me????
Author notes: Waaaaaaaah minna! Thank you for all the reviews!! Yes this a aoshi and misao fic. Just to let Noa know, I am your biggest fan. I love your stories!! Well on with the show!
What did you think? Huh? That she would wait for you forever? You actually thought she would not find someone else, someone more deserving of her? Besides, all you ever did was hurt her, she is in love with you, and it took you so long to realise it? Matte, I meant, she WAS in love with you. * Aoshi sighed as he walked down the corridor the following morning. The previous night's scenes kept replaying in his head. Anger returning as he remembered the unknown man that escorted Misao home. Absentmindedly, he ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes briefly. He did not have enough sleep the previous night. Instead he stayed up to do some paperwork; afraid of the dreaming he would have done if he had slept. *Afraid of what would happen in the dream? Or the truth held in the dreams? * The small voice in his head piped up. Suddenly, a small figure ran straight into him, the collision knocking the two bodies onto the floor. Opening his eyes in shock, he stared straight at the sapphire-blue eyes that belonged to Misao.
"Gomen nasai Aoshi-sama!" Misao said, pushing herself away from Aoshi's muscle-toned torso. * Why are you so jittery Misao? I thought you were over him? * As she turned away, she felt a hand grab her wrist. Pulling her hand away from the clutch, she realised that it was her Aoshi- sama who had held her hand tightly.
"Nani da yo?" Misao said softly, staring back at Aoshi's almost pleading eyes. Almost. Aoshi hesitated, unsure of what to do. Confusion flickered across his eyes in a fleeting second, before an expression of coldness smouldered any other signs of emotions.
" Where are you going Misao?" he said softly, his voice tinted with iciness. Misao stared shocked at Aoshi's change of mood, before answering curtly.
"Out. To town."
"Are you going to meet that man again?" Aoshi shot back just as harshly, ignoring the shocked gasp from Misao or the fact that he just hurt her feelings again.
"You... you... knew?" Misao said shakily, afraid of Aoshi's reaction. Her knees giving way, as she sank slowly to the ground, coming face to face with Aoshi.
"I should have known that you were capable of doing this kind of despicable things." Aoshi spat back. * YOU BASTARD! * The little voice in his head screamed. It was too late; the words were out of his mouth before he could regret it. Jealousy had overcome his control over his feelings, Aoshi watched as every strand of control he had was cut loose slowly.
"Despicable? Des... Despicable?" Misao said, hurt by what Aoshi had just said. Her head bowed unable to bring herself to look at her Aoshi- sama. Her body felt numb all over, and yet, she was shaking uncontrollably, her nerves jumped and twitched, emotions were flickering past her eyes. Love, hate, confusion, uncertainty, anger and despair. She started to laugh, silently then softly, unable to control herself, she started laughing loudly. No it wasn't a happy laugh, it was more like a cynical yet forced laugh. The laugh of the sad. * Or the insane? * Wondered Misao.
"What is so funny?" Aoshi said, shocked at Misao's reaction. His eyes widened in shock as Misao lifted her head to face Aoshi. She was laughing, the smile cruelly twisted upon her lips, tears were coursing down her cheeks but her eyes were still as bright and crystal-like as before, though it seemed out of focus, never staring at Aoshi. She stood up passing Aoshi who was still on the floor, kissing him lightly on the cheek before murmuring something into his ear. Leaving Aoshi alone in the middle of the corridor, her words ringing in his head.
"Why do even care for the one you don't love Shinomori-san?"
A few hours later
Misao headed down town in a kimono she borrowed from Okon, it was sun- kissed butter-yellow with patterns of vibrant-orange carps on it, complete with a red piece of cloth which held up her long flowing hair. As she went deeper into the seedy part of town, she attracted more stares and compliments. To which she ignored totally. Finally, she turned in at the Hisuihana Teahouse. It was flocked by men of all sorts. The rich ones were inside being entertained while the poor ones stood outside, admiring the geishas from afar. Unable to find Kanjire, she approached a geisha who seemed to be free.
"Konnichiwa, I am looking for Takuya-san. Is he around?" Misao said softly, bowing formally. The girl gave her a hard stare, before nodding Misao to follow her. The girl with ink-black hair led Misao to an office at the back of the building, knocking on the door she entered, Misao following closely behind.
"Konnichiwa Misao-chan, genki desu ka?" Kanjire said behind a Western office desk. Misao nodded listlessly, sitting down on a nearby couch.
"Arigato Amamiya-chan" Kanjire said as he dismissed her. Crossing the room, he knelt down in front of Misao.
"I'm glad you could make it today Misao-chan, anou, what is wrong?" Kanjire said noticing that Misao seemed to be out of focus. Misao said nothing, not feeling like talking at the moment.
"It is that man of yours isn't it Misao-chan? He hurt you again didn't he?" Kanjire said in concern. Misao nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak, she shut her eyes tight, afraid that her tears would betray her. Suddenly she felt arms around her, lips being pressed against hers. She froze, attempting to struggle. However, in her attempt to scream, she opened her mouth, allowing Kanjire to deepen the kiss, She opened her eyes, melting in his kiss, but instead of seeing Kanjire kissing her, she saw Aoshi-sama. Unable to control her feelings, she responded to Kanjire's persuasive kisses. Snapping to her senses, she pushed Kanjire away from her, ashamed for what she had just done, tracing her swollen lips.
"How did you find it?" Kanjire said flashing her a boyish grin.
"It was my first kiss." Misao said softly, her head bowed. Her face flushed bright pink.
"Gomen nasai, Misao-chan, I didn't know, but it does not matter, what matters is the audition now." Kanjire said pulling Misao to her feet, leading her out to the now cleared teahouse. Every man was no longer at the teahouse. The place was crowded of girls of all sorts; already many girls had been audition. A few had made it to become a geisha. Pushing her onto the stage Kanjire mouthed the words "Sing a song". Misao stared at the many pairs of eyes staring at her before singing a song she knew by heart.
Sono aoku kooru hitomi
Kono mune ni dakishimetai
Nakushita, kono yuuki wo
Omoidashite once again
Closing her eyes, Misao continued with her song, allowing her to forget her problems, her sorrows.
Tooi senaka oikaketa
Tsukikage ni kakureru
Ikari, yuenu kanashimi
Kitori jime suru no
Kurai mori, samayou
Murasaki no kizuato
Yoru ni matataki ryuusei
Mitsumeteiru ice blue eyes
It was getting late, almost evening, Aoshi had not seen Misao since morning. He padded silently down the corridor to her room, knocking silently before sliding the shoji open. The room was bare, Misao was still in town. As he turned to leave the room, an old maroon book caught his eye. He turned to the cover and saw the words "Misao's Diary" brutally scrawled on it.
Sono aoku kooru hitomi
Kono mune ni dakishimetai
Nakushita, kono yuuki wo
Omoidashite once again
Flipping to the first entry, Aoshi, tempted by curiosity started to read the entry. "Dear diary, this is my first entry. Aoshi-sama gave me this book. He told me that if I ever felt sad or happy, I should wite my feelings down so that I can impwove my witing. So I yelled, "Arigatooooooo Aoshi-saaamaaa!" Luv Misao."
Sono kizu no itami taezu
Oogoe de naite ii no
Atatakana, namida wa
Koori, tokasu harvest rain
Watashi matteru...
Aoshi carried on reading the diary, silently mouthing the words. "Dear diary, today Aoshi-sama read me a poem that he really liked it goes like this:
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle –
Why not I with thine?
See the mountain's kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea –
What are all these kissings worth,
It thou kiss not me?
I don't really know what it means but I really like it. Luv, Misao."
Tsuyosa dake motometeta
Hito, kogasu tsumetasa
Hokori sute, nikushimi de
Kono toki, tomeru no...
The audition was over; Misao had got the place of most beautiful. Kanjire was overjoyed, asking her if she could start work immediately. Misao agreed and headed back to the Aoiya happily. Finally, things were going her way.
Asu negau, tatakai
Yume mamoru, senshi yo
Yami ni nigekomu kokoro
Tsuremodoshite don't look back!
The memories kept flooding back into Aoshi's mind, forgotten memories, unwanted memories. "Dear diary, they left me behind today. They didn't take me with them. Jiya said they won't be coming back for a while. They tried leaving in the night, but I woke up. I tried running after them, screaming Aoshi-sama's name. They didn't look back. They just kept walking, even when I cried. Jiya kept holding me, even when I used kempo on him. They left me behind. Doushite? I hate them! Misao."
Sono kodoku, ikari, sakebi
Watashi ni mo kanjisasete
Hontou no kono yuuki wo
Torimodoshite once again
"Dear diary, I am going to leave tonight. I have to find Aoshi-sama and the rest. I missed them a lot. Jiya would be angry with me, but he would know I am safe. After all, the Oniwabanshuu has connections all over Japan. I really need to find them, I missed them so much. Especially Aoshi- sama, maybe I am in love with him. Love, Misao."
Sono kooru, hitomi, tokashi
Kono mune de, namida, fuite
Atatakana namida wa
Koori, tokasu harvest rain
Watashi, matteru...
Watashi, matteru...
"Doushite? Anatawa totemo futo na." Misao said softly. Aoshi dropped the book in shock as he saw Misao standing at the shoji. Crossing to the shoji, he cleared his throat.
"Anou, gomen nasai..." he rasped, unable to finish as Misao pushed him out of her room, slamming the shoji close. She silently stuffed a kimono, a comb and her sachet of kunais into a bag, turning around to leave. As she slid the shoji away, she saw Aoshi standing there. As she walked past him, he grabbed her hand; a pregnant pause ensued.
"Let go of me Shinomori-san." Misao said through clenched teeth, drawing out one of her kunais. Gasping inwardly, Aoshi let go of her hand. As he watched her walk away, he hung his head, knowing he had forever lost his Misao.
Japanese Translation:
Gomen nasai: Sorry
Konnichiwa: Good day
Genki desu ka: How are you?
Anatawa totemo futo na: You're very unreasonable.
Author notes:
Hey minna, again thank you for the reviews. Just to let you all know, the song Misao sings is Ice Blue Eyes on the Rurouni Kenshin Songs 2. The poem is written by Percy Shelly, the title is Love Philosophy. Amamiya means "bitch" and I added "miya" behind it. The following chapters would explain why I gave such a name. Sorry for not writing for quite some time, I had to study for my E maths and A maths tests next week. ;_; Why me????