Author's note- sorry if my summary didn't quite go along with my story! I might change the summary that'll fit my story. I still don't what to write. Like I said, I'm new at this. I'm probably not going to update frequently, cause school's starting soon, but I'll do what I can! (I hope the font is more readable now..)

Chapter 2

"Misao-chan, are you alright?" Okon asked Misao apprehensively.

Misao raised her head, startled that someone was talking to her, "What?"

"I said, are you alright? You haven't touched your rice since dinner started. Almost everyone is done by now," Okon replied sincerely.

Misao glanced over to where Aoshi was, and saw that he was staring at her too. He seems so relaxed. After what happen,she thought at least he would yell at her, or give a cold-hard stare. But no, his eyes are always cold, and emotionless, and he never even cares about anything, even the people around him that appreciates him. But then, why does she love him so much? Misao gazed her eyes downward again, back to her untouched meal.

"I'm alright, just have a lot on my mind is all," trying to gave Okon her all-time smile that she usually wore.

Okon knew her smile was a fake, and she knew that something was bothering her cute Misao-chan. She saw the look Misao gave to Aoshi. She looked at Aoshi, but saw nothing about him that was unusual. Okon gave her sister and Okina a worried look. They seem to notice that too.

"Jiya, I'm going to go back to my room, sorry I didn't eat much today." With that, Misao rose from her seat and started to head to her room, but she looked back at where the old Oniwabanshuu leader was seating, but saw nothing but his back. Misao let out a sigh, and resumed back to her room.

"Ok, what's wrong," Jiya said sternly to Aoshi.

Aoshi ignored him and kept on drinking his tea.

"You know something, and you're part of the problem as well."

"There's nothing wrong,"

"I heard you and Misao in her room! I don't know what you guys were yelling about, but I can see that that made a big impact on her behavior at dinner today!"

"It is not important. She'll get over it, she always does. I'll be going back to my room now." Aoshi stood up and quietly walked away from the fuming old man.

Misao saw her reflection in her mirror, and saw her crystal-blue eyes staring down at her, sad and depressed. She then saw a tear fall from her eyes and quickly wiped it away with her delicate, soft, pale hand.

"Why am I crying!" Misao whispered at herself, frustrated. "There's no need to cry!" She looked at her hand, "Maybe Aoshi-sama's right, I am a child, a good-for-nothing crybaby."

Misao took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Aoshi-sama doesn't care about me, maybe in the past, but not anymore." She then heard a knock on her door. Her heart froze. "Aoshi-sama?"

"No, it's me, Jiya. Can I come in?"

Pathetic, Misao cursed herself. "Come in"

Jiya slid the shoji open and stepped inside the dim-lit room. "Sheesh, you need more light in your room Misao-chan." He smiled down at her.

Misao smiled back a little, "Is there something you need?"

Jiya sat himself down next to her, and lit more candles, making the room shine with warm light. "Aaahhh much better. Well, actually there is, I need your help clean the Aoiya tomorrow."

Misao was surprised, that wasn't what she thought Jiya would ask her, "Aren't you going to tell me why I acted all weird today at dinner?"

Jiya smiled warmly at her, "I'm not going to pressure you Misao-chan, if you want to tell me you can, but I'm not going to force it out of you."

Misao was grateful to have Jiya part of her life, "Thank you."

"BUT, I do need your help. We have to make our Aoiya as clean as possible!"

"Why?"

"Heh heh heh, because, Ayasu-san is coming tomorrow."

Misao frowned a little bit, Ayasu, she heard of that name somewhere, but couldn't think of anybody that had that name. Then she became totally speechless.