Disclaimers: "Matte manga-writer Watsuki!" a girl with short hair yelled, pointing a katana at Watsuki. The man sporting spectacles and a beard, with no cross scar on his left cheek turned around slowly. Not in time to see the girl charge at him. "Shi-de!!!" (Die) she screams, bringing the katana down, cursing as Watsuki avoids the attack, running away for his life. "Damn you Watsuki!!"
Author's crazy ramblings: This is an Aoshi and Misao fic. Do not attempt to ignore this. I repeat do not attempt to ignore this. Your dear writer has been suffering the worst insults the whole week. Okay so maybe I did not know there was an ova on Kenji, but I have a valid reason. I only started liking manga last year, and lucky me, I fell in love with Rurouni Kenshin. So my dear friend, Melissa, from school has no right to insult me. After all I was born a Kenshin-lover. Even my name says so. I had it translated into Japanese and it turned out to be Keishin. Cool huh? My birthday is five days after our favorite rurouni, my horoscope is the same as Kaoru and for crying out loud, I have the same haircut as Aoshi-sama, so how can I not be a Kenshin fan? No I did not cut my hair like Aoshi-sama, it happens that I only started reading manga after I got the haircut. Unfaithful fan my ass.
Aoshi no baka! How could he? Doushite? Doushite? Is he really that jealous? I only see Takuya-san as a friend. Why is he so suspicious? This can't go on. I can't take it anymore. He is making me sick. Who does he take me as, a child? A burden? His slave? Someone that would stay there to serve him his stupid tea every morning? To let him hurt me with his cold remarks? I can't take it anymore. I can't. No more. I hate him. * Misao thought, as she walked away from the Aoiya, clutching her bundle nearer to her body, forcing herself not to cry, holding her head up high to prevent the tears form falling from her eyes. She entered the teahouse, which was again bustling with life. Making her way to the back of the teahouse, she entered Kanjire's office.
"Ah! Misao, Okaeri nasai." Kanjire said tearing himself from his paperwork as he crossed the room over to Misao, giving her a quick kiss on her lips. Misao trembled slightly, hating the way he did that.
"Well, how does it feel to be our Naichingeru? It is our most prestigious offer, not even our most experience geishas were offered this job." Kanjire said as he sat down at his desk.
"Not even Amamiya-san?" Misao said softly, twisting a smile on her lips, a feeling of dread spreading in her.
"Amamiya?" Kanjire said, giving Misao a confused look, tilting his head to the side.
"No. Amamiya may have been here ever since I first started; in fact, she was the first geisha. However, I find her better at being a prostitute than a geisha. No, Amamiya was never a Naichingeru, although she was trained to be a geisha since birth. Her mother was well known to be the best in Japan, her aunt was the infamous Komagata Yumi. Her mother died when she was thirteen, Yumi took care of her until she took of with Shishio Makoto. Amamiya grew up to be like Yumi, the way she entertained men, but never had the same character of Yumi. She would be supervising you this evening, I suggest you get ready." Kanjire said dismissing Misao before she could ask any question. * How did Takuya-san know about Yumi? As well as Shishio? Matte, doesn't that mean he knows about Himura, Kaoru, Saitou, Yahiko, Sanosuke, Megumi, the Oniwabanshuu and ... Aoshi--I mean Shinomori-san? * Misao thought. * I have to be wary of Takuya Kanjire. He obviously more than the man I made him out to be.
* She knocked on the door which had the words Komagata Amamiya carved on and decorated with gaudy coloured flowers.
"Enter." A cold voice rang out from behind the door. Misao entered the room that reeked of smoke. Coughing loudly, she fanned the smoke, in attempt to get fresh air. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she saw the same girl with ink black hair clothed in an expensive light pink kimono with peach coloured crane patterns. However it was the way she wore her kimono that disgusted Misao greatly. The sleeves were slipping off her shoulders, and the obi was tied just under her breasts, revealing her cleavage; the bottom of the kimono messily arranged, exposing her longs slender legs. Misao bit back a harsh comment, politely waiting for her instruction while eyeing the three men who stood beside Amamiya, the same lecherous grin pulled on their ugly faces.
"Get changed. I will be supervising your first job today. You would have to perform the tea ceremony properly followed by entertaining them with some music. You will share your room with another girl at Room sixty-nine." Amamiya said, her voice dripping with venom, dismissing Misao.
Misao knocked softly on the room door, entering at the same time. Sunlight filled the room; her roommate was no where in sight. Plopping her bundle down on the floor, She lay down on her self-claimed futon, staring at the ceiling letting out a sigh. * I wonder what the others are doing now * Misao thought. Picturing Kaoru and Yahiko fighting, Sanosuke drunk and clearing all the food in the dojo while Megumi hurled insults at him and Himura sitting in one corner of the dojo doing the laundry, a smile across his face. A smile of peace and happiness, what more could a man like him ask for. A great wife, friends and eternal peace.
"What would I give to have a life like that." Misao said to no one in particular, a small sad smile twisted on her lips.
"What would you give?" A sweet voice asked innocently. Opening her eyes, Misao sat up about to jump into battle mode when she found the source of the voice.
"Konbanwa! Atashi wa Shinyoko desu, hajimemashite." The hazel brown hair girl said flashing Misao a smile. Her eyes were violet in colour, a shade darker than Himura's; she was frail but had a well-proportioned body and looked about nineteen years old.
"Daijoubu ka?" Shinyoko asked in concern, shoving her face in front of Misao's, staring deep into her eyes.
"Hai, hai, atashi was Misao desu, dozo yoroshiku, anou... exactly how long were you in this room?" Misao said tentatively, afraid of how much Shinyoko had heard her say.
"I've had been here all the while." Shinyoko said truthfully, flopping down on the other futon while indicating she had been in the toilet. Suddenly, a harsh voice rang out from outside.
"You girls out now! Business is starting, I don't have all the time in the world to supervise the both of you." The both girls stared at each other, mouthing the words, "You too?" before jumping up to change into their kimonos. Misao's misery long forgotten.
A few moments later...
"Perform the tea ceremony Misao." Amamiya said curtly. Nodding silently, Misao got up, kneeling next to the man who bore a lecherous grin on his face and stank of sake. She picked up the chasen and stirred the tea briskly, followed by pouring the tea into separate chawans, not noticing the shocked look on Amamiya's face. Before she could serve the man his tea, Amamiya interrupted the ceremony.
"Shinyoko, relief Misao." Shinyoko nodded gracefully, accepting the chawan from Misao, just as she was about to continue she felt a hand groping her butt. Dropping the chawan on the floor, Shinyoko just froze in her precarious position, unsure of what to do. Misao upon seeing this was about to protect Shinyoko when she received a hard pinch from Amamiya.
"Geisha's are to expect this." Amamiya said through gritted teeth though her expression told otherwise. Settling down again, Misao could only watch helplessly as the man started undressing Shinyoko who was too afraid to protest. * Yamete! Yamete! * Misao thought angrily as the man started making advances on Shinyoko. * Yamete! *
"YAMETE!!" Misao screamed, flinging the man to the other corner of the chashitsu, bringing down a shoji, drawing out her kunai from the folds of her kimono, and resting the sharp edge at his neckline.
"Don't mess with my friend, you understand?" Misao said darkly as she drew another kunai from her kimono, pinning a fistful of his gi to the wall, ignoring Amamiya's shouts for help.
"Daijoubu ka?" Misao asked the girl who had huddled up against the wall, covering her with a blanket. Shinyoko nodded, trembling under the light pressure of Misao's touch, tears streaming down her face.
"Men come in here and get this two geishas out of my sight! Take them to Takuya-san! They have to be punished!" Amamiya screeched at the top of her voice, putting on a fake look of disgust on her face.
"NANI GA?! Shinyoko is not in the wrong! Punish the man! He was groping her!" Misao said, defending Shinyoko from the guards who were trying to get them. One of the four guards raised an eyebrow at the small-built spitfire in front on him. Not putting in mind of her as a threat, he took one of her arms and tossed her aside. * NANI?!?! How dare he? Mou! He shall pay! * Misao thought as she slid into ninja mode, stepping lightly behind the four men who were picking up a trembling Shinyoko. She gave the first man a high kick on his neck; the man dropped unconscious, attracting the attention of the other three. Dropping Shinyoko back onto the floor, they cornered Misao, as one of them reached out to grab Misao, she ducked under his arm, elbowing him in his ribs causing him to fall back. Throwing a couple of kunais, she pinned him to the wall while giving another man a kick under his chin, punching the other in the stomach. Just as she was about to finish all four of them, a
shout rang out, causing the walls of the chashitsu to vibrate.
"NANI WO SHITE IMASU KA?" Everyone in the room turned around to see Kanjire at the entrance of the chashitsu, his katana in his hand. Misao who had sense his presence before he arrived at the scene had dropped from her stance, kept all her kunais and masked her ki; portraying the look of a mistreated geisha, protecting Shinyoko. The drunken man who was the cause of all this scrambled out of the room, he decided he would not stay in a room filled with crazy and angry people.
"Daijoubu ka? Misao-chan, Shinyoko-kun?" Kanjire asked as both the girls nodded their head silently, ignoring the look of jealousy from Amamiya. The four of them headed to Kanjire's office as Kanjire gave a look to the four men that said; "Don't you dare touch them or else..."
At Kanjire's office...
"Kanjire-san, please grant me permission to train these geishas, they both lack the training a geisha should have. This one here acts like a prostitute. If she wants to be one, I suggest you recommend her to another teahouse." Amamiya said pointing at Shinyoko who kept silent all the time.
"And this one here, can't even pour cha into a chawan without spilling cha every where and picks fights with anyone who comes three metres into her visual range." Amamiya said with a tinge of malice, smirking at Misao who was steaming at the wrong accusations thrown at her, trying hard to mask her rising ki. Kanjire sighed, staring hard at Misao before giving a nod to Amamiya, dismissing the three of them.
As Misao and Shinyoko started to head back to their room, they received a sharp tap on their shoulders. Turning around, they saw Amamiya staring down at them.
"Hai Amamiya-san?" They asked politely, waiting for her response.
"You both better stay away from my Kanjire, especially you, slut." Amamiya spat out, cornering Shinyoko who cowered under her gaze.
"Hey, I don't think you should be calling her a slut and besides I don't see your name on Takuya-san." Misao said defending Shinyoko from the enraged geisha.
"Urusai! Don't think I will let you of easily too." Amamiya said with soft deadliness, turning her gaze to Misao.
"Hai, Ama-san" Misao said stressing the word "Ama" shortening Amamiya's name. Amamiya raised an eyebrow before saying with a smirk,
"Training begins tomorrow, pleasant dreams."
Japanese Translations:
Okaeri nasai: Welcome back
Konbanwa: Good evening
Daijoubu ka: Are you all right?
Hai: Yes
Yamete: Enough (feminine way)
Nani wo shite imasu ka: What is going on?
Urusai: Shut up
Author's notes:
Ohayo minna!! Okay I better explain the tea ceremony:
Chashitsu: Tea room designed for the tea ceremony
Chawan: Tea bowl.
Chasen: The split bamboo tea whisk used to mix the powdered tea and water.
Sorry I took so long to get this chapter uploaded, I was busy studying for my coming biology test. Okay okay, names: Shinyoko means faith, in Japan, if you add the character "ko" behind, it symbolises a lady of elegance and high status. Those who read the previous chapter, you would know that Ama means bitch. I know she is not really bitchy now but I will try my best to make her one. I know this chapter has a lot of foul language but don't blame me, it is Sanosuke's fault.
Sano: "NANI!?!?!?!"
Blacksakura: "Anou... ehhehhehhehheh... Sagara-san, when did you appear?"
Sano: "Kisama..."
Kenshin: "Maa maa... calm down..."
Megumi: "Don't worry Blacksakura, it isn't your fault... I understand how you feel... I have to put up with Baka Tori Atama everyday..." hugs Blacksakura, both understanding what the other has to go through.
Sano: "Kitsune-onna..."
Saitou: "Ahou ga" blowing out a stream of smoke at Sano's face.
Sano: "Kisama!!!" Knocks down Kenshin and accidentally hurts Megumi on the way while trying to get to Saitou.
Saitou: "Now I have to kill you for knocking down the Battousai and hurting the fox lady." Slides into Gotatsu stance.
Sano: "No... shit!! Blacksakura you stop writing now. I mean it, now!! NOW!!" Backs away from Saitou.
Saitou: "Aku. Soku. Zan."
Author's crazy ramblings: This is an Aoshi and Misao fic. Do not attempt to ignore this. I repeat do not attempt to ignore this. Your dear writer has been suffering the worst insults the whole week. Okay so maybe I did not know there was an ova on Kenji, but I have a valid reason. I only started liking manga last year, and lucky me, I fell in love with Rurouni Kenshin. So my dear friend, Melissa, from school has no right to insult me. After all I was born a Kenshin-lover. Even my name says so. I had it translated into Japanese and it turned out to be Keishin. Cool huh? My birthday is five days after our favorite rurouni, my horoscope is the same as Kaoru and for crying out loud, I have the same haircut as Aoshi-sama, so how can I not be a Kenshin fan? No I did not cut my hair like Aoshi-sama, it happens that I only started reading manga after I got the haircut. Unfaithful fan my ass.
Aoshi no baka! How could he? Doushite? Doushite? Is he really that jealous? I only see Takuya-san as a friend. Why is he so suspicious? This can't go on. I can't take it anymore. He is making me sick. Who does he take me as, a child? A burden? His slave? Someone that would stay there to serve him his stupid tea every morning? To let him hurt me with his cold remarks? I can't take it anymore. I can't. No more. I hate him. * Misao thought, as she walked away from the Aoiya, clutching her bundle nearer to her body, forcing herself not to cry, holding her head up high to prevent the tears form falling from her eyes. She entered the teahouse, which was again bustling with life. Making her way to the back of the teahouse, she entered Kanjire's office.
"Ah! Misao, Okaeri nasai." Kanjire said tearing himself from his paperwork as he crossed the room over to Misao, giving her a quick kiss on her lips. Misao trembled slightly, hating the way he did that.
"Well, how does it feel to be our Naichingeru? It is our most prestigious offer, not even our most experience geishas were offered this job." Kanjire said as he sat down at his desk.
"Not even Amamiya-san?" Misao said softly, twisting a smile on her lips, a feeling of dread spreading in her.
"Amamiya?" Kanjire said, giving Misao a confused look, tilting his head to the side.
"No. Amamiya may have been here ever since I first started; in fact, she was the first geisha. However, I find her better at being a prostitute than a geisha. No, Amamiya was never a Naichingeru, although she was trained to be a geisha since birth. Her mother was well known to be the best in Japan, her aunt was the infamous Komagata Yumi. Her mother died when she was thirteen, Yumi took care of her until she took of with Shishio Makoto. Amamiya grew up to be like Yumi, the way she entertained men, but never had the same character of Yumi. She would be supervising you this evening, I suggest you get ready." Kanjire said dismissing Misao before she could ask any question. * How did Takuya-san know about Yumi? As well as Shishio? Matte, doesn't that mean he knows about Himura, Kaoru, Saitou, Yahiko, Sanosuke, Megumi, the Oniwabanshuu and ... Aoshi--I mean Shinomori-san? * Misao thought. * I have to be wary of Takuya Kanjire. He obviously more than the man I made him out to be.
* She knocked on the door which had the words Komagata Amamiya carved on and decorated with gaudy coloured flowers.
"Enter." A cold voice rang out from behind the door. Misao entered the room that reeked of smoke. Coughing loudly, she fanned the smoke, in attempt to get fresh air. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she saw the same girl with ink black hair clothed in an expensive light pink kimono with peach coloured crane patterns. However it was the way she wore her kimono that disgusted Misao greatly. The sleeves were slipping off her shoulders, and the obi was tied just under her breasts, revealing her cleavage; the bottom of the kimono messily arranged, exposing her longs slender legs. Misao bit back a harsh comment, politely waiting for her instruction while eyeing the three men who stood beside Amamiya, the same lecherous grin pulled on their ugly faces.
"Get changed. I will be supervising your first job today. You would have to perform the tea ceremony properly followed by entertaining them with some music. You will share your room with another girl at Room sixty-nine." Amamiya said, her voice dripping with venom, dismissing Misao.
Misao knocked softly on the room door, entering at the same time. Sunlight filled the room; her roommate was no where in sight. Plopping her bundle down on the floor, She lay down on her self-claimed futon, staring at the ceiling letting out a sigh. * I wonder what the others are doing now * Misao thought. Picturing Kaoru and Yahiko fighting, Sanosuke drunk and clearing all the food in the dojo while Megumi hurled insults at him and Himura sitting in one corner of the dojo doing the laundry, a smile across his face. A smile of peace and happiness, what more could a man like him ask for. A great wife, friends and eternal peace.
"What would I give to have a life like that." Misao said to no one in particular, a small sad smile twisted on her lips.
"What would you give?" A sweet voice asked innocently. Opening her eyes, Misao sat up about to jump into battle mode when she found the source of the voice.
"Konbanwa! Atashi wa Shinyoko desu, hajimemashite." The hazel brown hair girl said flashing Misao a smile. Her eyes were violet in colour, a shade darker than Himura's; she was frail but had a well-proportioned body and looked about nineteen years old.
"Daijoubu ka?" Shinyoko asked in concern, shoving her face in front of Misao's, staring deep into her eyes.
"Hai, hai, atashi was Misao desu, dozo yoroshiku, anou... exactly how long were you in this room?" Misao said tentatively, afraid of how much Shinyoko had heard her say.
"I've had been here all the while." Shinyoko said truthfully, flopping down on the other futon while indicating she had been in the toilet. Suddenly, a harsh voice rang out from outside.
"You girls out now! Business is starting, I don't have all the time in the world to supervise the both of you." The both girls stared at each other, mouthing the words, "You too?" before jumping up to change into their kimonos. Misao's misery long forgotten.
A few moments later...
"Perform the tea ceremony Misao." Amamiya said curtly. Nodding silently, Misao got up, kneeling next to the man who bore a lecherous grin on his face and stank of sake. She picked up the chasen and stirred the tea briskly, followed by pouring the tea into separate chawans, not noticing the shocked look on Amamiya's face. Before she could serve the man his tea, Amamiya interrupted the ceremony.
"Shinyoko, relief Misao." Shinyoko nodded gracefully, accepting the chawan from Misao, just as she was about to continue she felt a hand groping her butt. Dropping the chawan on the floor, Shinyoko just froze in her precarious position, unsure of what to do. Misao upon seeing this was about to protect Shinyoko when she received a hard pinch from Amamiya.
"Geisha's are to expect this." Amamiya said through gritted teeth though her expression told otherwise. Settling down again, Misao could only watch helplessly as the man started undressing Shinyoko who was too afraid to protest. * Yamete! Yamete! * Misao thought angrily as the man started making advances on Shinyoko. * Yamete! *
"YAMETE!!" Misao screamed, flinging the man to the other corner of the chashitsu, bringing down a shoji, drawing out her kunai from the folds of her kimono, and resting the sharp edge at his neckline.
"Don't mess with my friend, you understand?" Misao said darkly as she drew another kunai from her kimono, pinning a fistful of his gi to the wall, ignoring Amamiya's shouts for help.
"Daijoubu ka?" Misao asked the girl who had huddled up against the wall, covering her with a blanket. Shinyoko nodded, trembling under the light pressure of Misao's touch, tears streaming down her face.
"Men come in here and get this two geishas out of my sight! Take them to Takuya-san! They have to be punished!" Amamiya screeched at the top of her voice, putting on a fake look of disgust on her face.
"NANI GA?! Shinyoko is not in the wrong! Punish the man! He was groping her!" Misao said, defending Shinyoko from the guards who were trying to get them. One of the four guards raised an eyebrow at the small-built spitfire in front on him. Not putting in mind of her as a threat, he took one of her arms and tossed her aside. * NANI?!?! How dare he? Mou! He shall pay! * Misao thought as she slid into ninja mode, stepping lightly behind the four men who were picking up a trembling Shinyoko. She gave the first man a high kick on his neck; the man dropped unconscious, attracting the attention of the other three. Dropping Shinyoko back onto the floor, they cornered Misao, as one of them reached out to grab Misao, she ducked under his arm, elbowing him in his ribs causing him to fall back. Throwing a couple of kunais, she pinned him to the wall while giving another man a kick under his chin, punching the other in the stomach. Just as she was about to finish all four of them, a
shout rang out, causing the walls of the chashitsu to vibrate.
"NANI WO SHITE IMASU KA?" Everyone in the room turned around to see Kanjire at the entrance of the chashitsu, his katana in his hand. Misao who had sense his presence before he arrived at the scene had dropped from her stance, kept all her kunais and masked her ki; portraying the look of a mistreated geisha, protecting Shinyoko. The drunken man who was the cause of all this scrambled out of the room, he decided he would not stay in a room filled with crazy and angry people.
"Daijoubu ka? Misao-chan, Shinyoko-kun?" Kanjire asked as both the girls nodded their head silently, ignoring the look of jealousy from Amamiya. The four of them headed to Kanjire's office as Kanjire gave a look to the four men that said; "Don't you dare touch them or else..."
At Kanjire's office...
"Kanjire-san, please grant me permission to train these geishas, they both lack the training a geisha should have. This one here acts like a prostitute. If she wants to be one, I suggest you recommend her to another teahouse." Amamiya said pointing at Shinyoko who kept silent all the time.
"And this one here, can't even pour cha into a chawan without spilling cha every where and picks fights with anyone who comes three metres into her visual range." Amamiya said with a tinge of malice, smirking at Misao who was steaming at the wrong accusations thrown at her, trying hard to mask her rising ki. Kanjire sighed, staring hard at Misao before giving a nod to Amamiya, dismissing the three of them.
As Misao and Shinyoko started to head back to their room, they received a sharp tap on their shoulders. Turning around, they saw Amamiya staring down at them.
"Hai Amamiya-san?" They asked politely, waiting for her response.
"You both better stay away from my Kanjire, especially you, slut." Amamiya spat out, cornering Shinyoko who cowered under her gaze.
"Hey, I don't think you should be calling her a slut and besides I don't see your name on Takuya-san." Misao said defending Shinyoko from the enraged geisha.
"Urusai! Don't think I will let you of easily too." Amamiya said with soft deadliness, turning her gaze to Misao.
"Hai, Ama-san" Misao said stressing the word "Ama" shortening Amamiya's name. Amamiya raised an eyebrow before saying with a smirk,
"Training begins tomorrow, pleasant dreams."
Japanese Translations:
Okaeri nasai: Welcome back
Konbanwa: Good evening
Daijoubu ka: Are you all right?
Hai: Yes
Yamete: Enough (feminine way)
Nani wo shite imasu ka: What is going on?
Urusai: Shut up
Author's notes:
Ohayo minna!! Okay I better explain the tea ceremony:
Chashitsu: Tea room designed for the tea ceremony
Chawan: Tea bowl.
Chasen: The split bamboo tea whisk used to mix the powdered tea and water.
Sorry I took so long to get this chapter uploaded, I was busy studying for my coming biology test. Okay okay, names: Shinyoko means faith, in Japan, if you add the character "ko" behind, it symbolises a lady of elegance and high status. Those who read the previous chapter, you would know that Ama means bitch. I know she is not really bitchy now but I will try my best to make her one. I know this chapter has a lot of foul language but don't blame me, it is Sanosuke's fault.
Sano: "NANI!?!?!?!"
Blacksakura: "Anou... ehhehhehhehheh... Sagara-san, when did you appear?"
Sano: "Kisama..."
Kenshin: "Maa maa... calm down..."
Megumi: "Don't worry Blacksakura, it isn't your fault... I understand how you feel... I have to put up with Baka Tori Atama everyday..." hugs Blacksakura, both understanding what the other has to go through.
Sano: "Kitsune-onna..."
Saitou: "Ahou ga" blowing out a stream of smoke at Sano's face.
Sano: "Kisama!!!" Knocks down Kenshin and accidentally hurts Megumi on the way while trying to get to Saitou.
Saitou: "Now I have to kill you for knocking down the Battousai and hurting the fox lady." Slides into Gotatsu stance.
Sano: "No... shit!! Blacksakura you stop writing now. I mean it, now!! NOW!!" Backs away from Saitou.
Saitou: "Aku. Soku. Zan."