Konnichiwa minna! Thank you for all your reviews!! I was feeling very moody
the other day but after I read your reviews, my frown just turned upside
down. Hehhehheh.
Disclaimers: I seriously can't be bothered to fight over custody of Aoshi and Kenshin anymore. Fine! Take them! But can I have Aoshi's trenchcoat? And maybe one of his kodachis?
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To be born again for my sake;
As old shell crumble off and newborn tears fall on a cheek;
With your embrace open my ethereal wings;
To be born again for you alone;
To be born again in your arms.
Letting me forget with your voice and your touch;
Breaking off the chains that blind my heart and feet;
To be born again in your arms.
To be born again for your sake;
As ember that just caught should not be put out or misplaced;
My thoughts just born should not be dissipated or broken apart;
In this cradle you guard over;
To start again from scratch.
To be born again for my sake;
To be born again in your arms.
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Misao sat motionless as his hands slipped from her throat to her long legs. His fingers caressing her skin as he toyed her ears with his mouth. Frustrated with her unresponsive behavior, he tugged at her earlobe; his teeth scraping against her soft ear-bone as his fingers dug up the apex of her legs. Suddenly he felt her fingers clutch his arm.
"Yamete... you squeezed me too hard silly." Misao said in a soft voice, gently pulling his fingers out of the layers of her under kimono. Kanjire turned her to face him.
"Gomen nasai Misao-chan" He said with a boyish grin, before claiming her lips as his own. Misao shuddered silently as she felt his lips pressed hard against her own. She closed her eyes, trying hard to forget the sickening sensations that Kanjire sent up her spine. * It had been a month since she last saw Aoshi-sama. No, Shinomori-san. * If he knew she was lowered to such state, he would be disgusted. Hell, even she was disgusted with herself. She felt so... so dirty, even though she was still as innocent as she tried to be. She had finally learned, from unforgettable experiences that if you yelled at a man who grabbed you, you get slapped, punished or tortured, depending on Amamiya's mood. So she got smarter, when a man grabs you, you should say, 'Silly man, you are hugging me too tightly, you don't want me to die do you?' * Chikuso! I hate being so damn weak and helpless. * Misao thought venomously. * Yamete. I can't stand his groping any more. *
"Takuya-san, I thought you said you wanted to see me about something important?" Misao said, breaking away from his kiss.
"Isn't this important?" Kanjire said lecherously.
"It's okay; I won't hurt you Misao-chan. You should know me better than to hurt my Naichingeru." Kanjire said as he felt Misao tense, before setting her on his lap.
"Yare yare, okay down to business, I called you here because my good friend of mine will be coming over on Saturday, the day after tomorrow. He's a good friend of mine, Misao, he is also a deputy minister." Kanjire paused, taking a sip of his sake.
"And he has heard a lot about you Misao; he is really interested in meeting Hanahisui's Naichigeru, I couldn't refuse him Misao." Kanjire explained.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Misao said softly, already knowing the answer.
"Well, it's simple, all you have to do is entertain him with your singing and if he is pleased with your performance, you may be able to spend a night with him." Kanjire said offhandedly, as if it was a usual thing to occur. Not that it wasn't.
"Look Misao, many geishas would die to be in your place, you should be glad that Takana-san would pick you out of the thousands of geishas in Japan." Kanjire reasoned when Misao did not answer. * Takana Junichi, that corrupted minister known for taking many young girls and ruining their future. * Misao thought bitterly, not answering Kanjire.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you Misao." Kanjire said heatedly, standing up, flinging Misao to the ground.
"I gave you everything any geisha would want. I tolerated you although you tried to escape from the Teahouse countless of times, until Amamiya complained then did I station men outside your room, and still you are not satisfied? You are the only geisha that is still a bloody virgin for crying out loud!" Kanjire said, knocking the tokkuri onto the floor near Misao, the shattered pieces cutting her arms that were wrapped around her. Her blood coursed down her arms and mixed with the spilt sake.
"Che! Men! Get her out of my sight and get the other bitch to clean her up!" Kanjire cursed, lighting up a cigarette. The men dragged Misao's limp body to her room that she shared with Shinyoko, and flung her onto her futon, closing the door behind them.
Cradling her injured hands, she grabbed a set of clothes and headed to the ofuro, as she set her clothes down, she saw a note flutter out of her clothes. Picking it up, she realised it was a note from Shiro-kun who was responsible for bring her food this round.
It started like this, " Dear Okashira, hope you had a good day, sorry I was late in bring your breakfast, Okina had those fits of his. Anyway, I have to go now, oh wait before I forget, Aoshi-sama will be leaving Kyoto this Sunday, thought you would like to know. Shiro-kun." * Leaving, he is leaving. Again. When will he be back? Two years from now? Or maybe three? Would he even return? Why do I even care? I hate him remember? Remember? But for what? Why do I hate him? I can't remember. * Misao thought, tears streaming down her face, dropping into the warm water as she scrubbed herself.
"Aoshi-sama." Misao sobbed, as she continued to scrub herself, not caring when the water turned red from her blood.
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Misao stepped out of the tub, drying her skin. As she stepped into her room, the door flung open, and Shinyoko burst in.
"Misao-chan! I heard what happened to you, Kami-sama! What did you do to yourself?" Shinyoko exclaimed as she spotted Misao's raw skin and still bleeding arms.
"Sit down now." Shinyoko said motioning Misao to a chair, as she took out a fresh roll of bandages.
"Shin-chan, what would you do if... if you were offered a job you didn't want to do but you were forced to do?" Misao asked as she wrapped her arms in soft bandages.
"Takuya-san arranged you with one of his friends again I suppose?" Shinyoko said softly, in realisation, already knowing the answer. Misao nodded, hissing as Shinyoko wrapped a painful spot too tightly.
"Doushite Misao-chan? Why do you keep resisting? It's something every geisha has to go through, why make life so difficult for yourself? Is it because there is someone else in your life?" Shinyoko asked. * Someone else? Someone else? * Misao thought, laughing softly.
"Nani Misao-chan? Why are you laughing?" Shinyoko said, still working on Misao's bandages until she noticed tears splashing down onto the bandages.
"Gomen nasai Misao-chan, I didn't know." Shinyoko said softly.
"Kamaimasen, I hate myself for being so weak anyway." Misao said, offering Shinyoko a small smile.
"How is he Misao?" Shinyoko asked, attempting to change the subject.
"He? He? Anou... well, he looks calm and cool most of the time. He has the cold look and rarely... no, doesn't smile. He has this aura around him, I just can't explain, but every time I am near him, my cheeks would burn red even though I feel so secure at the same time." Misao thought as images of Aoshi floated into her head.
"Sou ka? Kirei...what's his name?" Shinyoko said softly, trying to picture Aoshi.
"Aoshi, Shinomori Aoshi." Misao said, blinking away the tears threatening to fall.
"Na, Shin-chan, how about you?" Misao said changing the subject.
"Atashi?" Shinyoko said, pointing to herself.
"Hai, I have a boyfriend from where I came from. My family was poor so I was sold for money to be spent on my younger siblings. I was sold countless of times before I ended up here." Shinyoko said softly.
"Gomen nasai Shin-chan. Demo, how do you live through this kind of life?" Misao said in awe at Shinyoko's ability to stay strong.
"I sing to myself a song my mother sang to me when I was young." Shinyoko said, finishing Misao's bandages.
"Sing it to me? Onegai?" Misao said, settling down in Shinyoko's soft lap.
"Hai."
1 I follow the night
Can't stand the light.
When do I begin
To live again.
One day I'll fly away,
Leave all this to yesterday.
What more could your love do for me?
When will I be true to me?
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends.
One day I'll fly away,
Leave all this to yesterday.
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends.
One day I'll fly away.
Fly, fly away.
"Oyasumi nasai Misao-chan"
Japanese Translations:
Tokkuri: Sake pitcher
Ofuro: Japanese bath
Sou ka: Is that so?
Oyasumi nasai: Good night
A.n.: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! Minna-san! Finally finished this chapter!! ^_^x Just a reminder, if you find most of the Japanese words are not explained, please refer to the previous chapters ne? Thank you for all your reviews!!
Sanosuke: Since when was the icicle cool?
Blacksakura: Kisama...
Sanosuke: I am far more handsome than him.
Blacksakura: Misao, are you hearing this???
Misao: H.A.I. (Draws out a fistful of kunais)
Sanosuke: And with the cast and the main characters as a weasel and an icicle, I bet you won't get more than 40 reviews.
Blacksakura: NANI???
Misao: You're on Sanosuke Sagara!! I'll make sure you regret this!!
Sanosuke: Fine!! What's the deal?
Misao: One million yen!!!
Blacksakura: ....
Sanosuke: You're on!!!
Misao: FINE!!
Sanosuke: FINE!! (Stomps out)
Blacksakura: Anou... Minna-san, support me, I don't have one million yen, I doubt Misao can pay.
Sanosuke: NO CHEATING!!!
Blacksakura: Hai hai! (Support me.)
Disclaimers: I seriously can't be bothered to fight over custody of Aoshi and Kenshin anymore. Fine! Take them! But can I have Aoshi's trenchcoat? And maybe one of his kodachis?
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To be born again for my sake;
As old shell crumble off and newborn tears fall on a cheek;
With your embrace open my ethereal wings;
To be born again for you alone;
To be born again in your arms.
Letting me forget with your voice and your touch;
Breaking off the chains that blind my heart and feet;
To be born again in your arms.
To be born again for your sake;
As ember that just caught should not be put out or misplaced;
My thoughts just born should not be dissipated or broken apart;
In this cradle you guard over;
To start again from scratch.
To be born again for my sake;
To be born again in your arms.
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Misao sat motionless as his hands slipped from her throat to her long legs. His fingers caressing her skin as he toyed her ears with his mouth. Frustrated with her unresponsive behavior, he tugged at her earlobe; his teeth scraping against her soft ear-bone as his fingers dug up the apex of her legs. Suddenly he felt her fingers clutch his arm.
"Yamete... you squeezed me too hard silly." Misao said in a soft voice, gently pulling his fingers out of the layers of her under kimono. Kanjire turned her to face him.
"Gomen nasai Misao-chan" He said with a boyish grin, before claiming her lips as his own. Misao shuddered silently as she felt his lips pressed hard against her own. She closed her eyes, trying hard to forget the sickening sensations that Kanjire sent up her spine. * It had been a month since she last saw Aoshi-sama. No, Shinomori-san. * If he knew she was lowered to such state, he would be disgusted. Hell, even she was disgusted with herself. She felt so... so dirty, even though she was still as innocent as she tried to be. She had finally learned, from unforgettable experiences that if you yelled at a man who grabbed you, you get slapped, punished or tortured, depending on Amamiya's mood. So she got smarter, when a man grabs you, you should say, 'Silly man, you are hugging me too tightly, you don't want me to die do you?' * Chikuso! I hate being so damn weak and helpless. * Misao thought venomously. * Yamete. I can't stand his groping any more. *
"Takuya-san, I thought you said you wanted to see me about something important?" Misao said, breaking away from his kiss.
"Isn't this important?" Kanjire said lecherously.
"It's okay; I won't hurt you Misao-chan. You should know me better than to hurt my Naichingeru." Kanjire said as he felt Misao tense, before setting her on his lap.
"Yare yare, okay down to business, I called you here because my good friend of mine will be coming over on Saturday, the day after tomorrow. He's a good friend of mine, Misao, he is also a deputy minister." Kanjire paused, taking a sip of his sake.
"And he has heard a lot about you Misao; he is really interested in meeting Hanahisui's Naichigeru, I couldn't refuse him Misao." Kanjire explained.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Misao said softly, already knowing the answer.
"Well, it's simple, all you have to do is entertain him with your singing and if he is pleased with your performance, you may be able to spend a night with him." Kanjire said offhandedly, as if it was a usual thing to occur. Not that it wasn't.
"Look Misao, many geishas would die to be in your place, you should be glad that Takana-san would pick you out of the thousands of geishas in Japan." Kanjire reasoned when Misao did not answer. * Takana Junichi, that corrupted minister known for taking many young girls and ruining their future. * Misao thought bitterly, not answering Kanjire.
"Sometimes I just don't understand you Misao." Kanjire said heatedly, standing up, flinging Misao to the ground.
"I gave you everything any geisha would want. I tolerated you although you tried to escape from the Teahouse countless of times, until Amamiya complained then did I station men outside your room, and still you are not satisfied? You are the only geisha that is still a bloody virgin for crying out loud!" Kanjire said, knocking the tokkuri onto the floor near Misao, the shattered pieces cutting her arms that were wrapped around her. Her blood coursed down her arms and mixed with the spilt sake.
"Che! Men! Get her out of my sight and get the other bitch to clean her up!" Kanjire cursed, lighting up a cigarette. The men dragged Misao's limp body to her room that she shared with Shinyoko, and flung her onto her futon, closing the door behind them.
Cradling her injured hands, she grabbed a set of clothes and headed to the ofuro, as she set her clothes down, she saw a note flutter out of her clothes. Picking it up, she realised it was a note from Shiro-kun who was responsible for bring her food this round.
It started like this, " Dear Okashira, hope you had a good day, sorry I was late in bring your breakfast, Okina had those fits of his. Anyway, I have to go now, oh wait before I forget, Aoshi-sama will be leaving Kyoto this Sunday, thought you would like to know. Shiro-kun." * Leaving, he is leaving. Again. When will he be back? Two years from now? Or maybe three? Would he even return? Why do I even care? I hate him remember? Remember? But for what? Why do I hate him? I can't remember. * Misao thought, tears streaming down her face, dropping into the warm water as she scrubbed herself.
"Aoshi-sama." Misao sobbed, as she continued to scrub herself, not caring when the water turned red from her blood.
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Misao stepped out of the tub, drying her skin. As she stepped into her room, the door flung open, and Shinyoko burst in.
"Misao-chan! I heard what happened to you, Kami-sama! What did you do to yourself?" Shinyoko exclaimed as she spotted Misao's raw skin and still bleeding arms.
"Sit down now." Shinyoko said motioning Misao to a chair, as she took out a fresh roll of bandages.
"Shin-chan, what would you do if... if you were offered a job you didn't want to do but you were forced to do?" Misao asked as she wrapped her arms in soft bandages.
"Takuya-san arranged you with one of his friends again I suppose?" Shinyoko said softly, in realisation, already knowing the answer. Misao nodded, hissing as Shinyoko wrapped a painful spot too tightly.
"Doushite Misao-chan? Why do you keep resisting? It's something every geisha has to go through, why make life so difficult for yourself? Is it because there is someone else in your life?" Shinyoko asked. * Someone else? Someone else? * Misao thought, laughing softly.
"Nani Misao-chan? Why are you laughing?" Shinyoko said, still working on Misao's bandages until she noticed tears splashing down onto the bandages.
"Gomen nasai Misao-chan, I didn't know." Shinyoko said softly.
"Kamaimasen, I hate myself for being so weak anyway." Misao said, offering Shinyoko a small smile.
"How is he Misao?" Shinyoko asked, attempting to change the subject.
"He? He? Anou... well, he looks calm and cool most of the time. He has the cold look and rarely... no, doesn't smile. He has this aura around him, I just can't explain, but every time I am near him, my cheeks would burn red even though I feel so secure at the same time." Misao thought as images of Aoshi floated into her head.
"Sou ka? Kirei...what's his name?" Shinyoko said softly, trying to picture Aoshi.
"Aoshi, Shinomori Aoshi." Misao said, blinking away the tears threatening to fall.
"Na, Shin-chan, how about you?" Misao said changing the subject.
"Atashi?" Shinyoko said, pointing to herself.
"Hai, I have a boyfriend from where I came from. My family was poor so I was sold for money to be spent on my younger siblings. I was sold countless of times before I ended up here." Shinyoko said softly.
"Gomen nasai Shin-chan. Demo, how do you live through this kind of life?" Misao said in awe at Shinyoko's ability to stay strong.
"I sing to myself a song my mother sang to me when I was young." Shinyoko said, finishing Misao's bandages.
"Sing it to me? Onegai?" Misao said, settling down in Shinyoko's soft lap.
"Hai."
1 I follow the night
Can't stand the light.
When do I begin
To live again.
One day I'll fly away,
Leave all this to yesterday.
What more could your love do for me?
When will I be true to me?
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends.
One day I'll fly away,
Leave all this to yesterday.
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends.
One day I'll fly away.
Fly, fly away.
"Oyasumi nasai Misao-chan"
Japanese Translations:
Tokkuri: Sake pitcher
Ofuro: Japanese bath
Sou ka: Is that so?
Oyasumi nasai: Good night
A.n.: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee! Minna-san! Finally finished this chapter!! ^_^x Just a reminder, if you find most of the Japanese words are not explained, please refer to the previous chapters ne? Thank you for all your reviews!!
Sanosuke: Since when was the icicle cool?
Blacksakura: Kisama...
Sanosuke: I am far more handsome than him.
Blacksakura: Misao, are you hearing this???
Misao: H.A.I. (Draws out a fistful of kunais)
Sanosuke: And with the cast and the main characters as a weasel and an icicle, I bet you won't get more than 40 reviews.
Blacksakura: NANI???
Misao: You're on Sanosuke Sagara!! I'll make sure you regret this!!
Sanosuke: Fine!! What's the deal?
Misao: One million yen!!!
Blacksakura: ....
Sanosuke: You're on!!!
Misao: FINE!!
Sanosuke: FINE!! (Stomps out)
Blacksakura: Anou... Minna-san, support me, I don't have one million yen, I doubt Misao can pay.
Sanosuke: NO CHEATING!!!
Blacksakura: Hai hai! (Support me.)