Um, my author name is EK, not because I am an E/K fan. ^^ It's a college
nickname I managed to pick up, even before I learned to love RK so much.
Sorry, but I'm solid K/K. I think that's why I'm supporting alternate
matchups.
Midori has one take on this part of Eni-chan's history, very believable, actually. I will not be plagiarizing this. I am taking another route. I understand that he surrendered the organization to Heishin, therefore I am of the opinion that he would have no money and no assets of his own, immediately after the end of RK. You will also notice that I work in dialogue, and not so much in description, which a directly opposite writing style from Midori's. ^^ But for all intents, she writes better.
Again, some material was taken from Nine Months (chapter 14 "conversations"), but not much, as you will see. Two weeks before the next chapter, gomen. I'll be busy. ^^
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"How much do you remember, Makimachi?"
White and black were facing each other, seated at the Shirobeko. In front of them was a modest spread, sufficient to provide a hearty meal but not excessive to create suspicion. Enishi simply wore dark slacks over a white pressed shirt, long-sleeved and tieless. Spectacles were stuffed into a pants pockets, so the young woman had complete access to his eyes. Misao took pains to look her neatest in her favorite loose ninja outfit. Her hair was rebraided and arranged nicely at her back.
She was anxious nervous, and she showed it. He was uneasy nervous, but his suave demeanor betrayed none of his qualms.
"Well, let me see, Yukishiro-san---"
"You would be wise to keep your voice down, Makimachi," Enishi warned with a deadly calm. "I am known in Tokyo and Kyoto as Shiroyuki Shinichi. Just as a precaution, you understand, although I sincerely doubt if anyone is still after me."
"Shiroyuki Shinichi...hm...not bad," Misao contemplated with a business-like air. "Close enough to the real name not to be forgotten, but changed enough not to arouse suspicion. But, um, what do I call you now?"
"It will depend on your answers.....Makimachi," he answered without commitment. "How much do you remember? Of what I told you all some time ago?"
"Oh, that!" Misao scratched her head sheepishly under his steady gaze. She brought her memories back to an afternoon at the Kamiya dojo, when the entire Kenshin-gumi was surprised at his sudden appearance. The meeting was civil and neutral. Himura and Yukishiro separated with kindeness from both sides.
"Here is what I remember.....You escaped from the police ship.......you fled to Rakuninmura.....an old man somehow knocked some sense into you......you went back to Kyoto on foot.....put Tomoe's diary back in the temple where Aoshi-sama and I got it in the first place.....you met an old friend here......you started a business.......and basically, that's it."
"Very good, Makimachi," Enishi complimented at the end with a slight smirk. "Despite all the awful names you and your annoying companions called me then, you had the good sense to listen well."
Misao blushed as red as the tuna sashimi before her. It was true. When Enishi appeared before the tenants of the Kamiya dojo five months ago, Misao, Yahiko, and Sanosuke only had words of hate for the tall white- haired man. They accused him of trying to bribe his way into Himura's good graces with a generous gift. They directly asked him if he was member of the yakuza, the Japanese mafia. Without a tinge of remorse or respect, they called Yukishiro Enishi, to his face: a pompous, exasperating, conceited, white-haired, high and mighty, infuriating, arrogant-psycho.
Now the psycho was only a few inches away from her, fully capable of drawing out a gun and shooting a bullet between her eyes, just punishment for her being such a childish tormentor. So what was he doing, treating his greatest taunt for dinner? Reverse psychology?
Misao managed to muster enough nerve to glance at his eyes.
But he was.....laughing. Actually laughing. At her.
She pouted. "What's so funny, erm, Shiroyuki-san?"
"Your face, Makimachi. I could read your face like a book!" His shoulders were shaking rather hard.
His laughter however did not have the same terrifying aspect Misao remembered that it had 2 years ago. Right now, it was simple, joyful mirth. Much like the kind of laughter she heard out of Himura on a good day, when he did not know what else to make of the world and his ragtag family.
"I apologize for being so rude, Makimachi," he said after some more teasing peals. "It was wonderful to look at your embarrassed face. You remembered everything you said to me, I suppose?"
"Don't rub it in.." she fumed.
"Sumimasen deshita, Makimachi," he apologized a second time. "It is the first time I have encountered anyone with so truthful a face, with such easy provocation. It took my brother-in-law some hard punches and a long speech before I got the same reaction. I seriously welcome your truthful face."
Misao's truthful face turned into a question mark.
"The business world, legal or illegal, is a dog-eat-dog world," he hastened to explain. "Oftentimes, a man must learn to hide his true intentions in order to achieve his goals. It becomes a part of his life, a part of his being, to wear a mask. He accepts is as one of the ladders to success. But on those days that he sees a face such as yours, one so open and honest, he wishes for the days that it were not so."
Once again he took on a serious, contemplative air. It was as if he had forgotten the presence of Misao in particular, but was vaguely aware of an honest listener nearby.
"The first day in Kyoto, I was suddenly aware of the people, rushing to and fro, conducting this business or that. Nobody cared about me, and as far as I was concerned then, I did not care. But I was tired, quite penniless, and hungry, from the long trip from Tokyo to Kyoto. I was exactly in the same situation I found myself to be in, 14 years ago, in Shanghai. I tried to look for some place in Kyoto much like Rakuninmura, but I was too weak, too spent to search for long.
"I woke up at a rich man's house, wounds dressed and tended. Within a few hours, the man who saved me introduced himself, and I recognized him to be a childhood acquaintance of mine. He told me I was welcome to stay at his home for as long as necessary. I was skeptical, but grateful. I gave a rough outline of my life until he found me, many details omitted of course. But I did tell him that the police were still after me. He was the one who suggested that I take another name for the time being.
"Soon I felt that I had to repay all his kindness to me, some way, somehow. A few walks around Kyoto pointed out to me the lack of metalworks services, much like could be found in Tokyo. From Shanghai, I had experience in weaponry, which I figured could be put to honest use in another business venture. I laid out some plans before him, and he agreed to support them. He financed the venture, and I provided the hands-on management. It was a good arrangement.
"The business soared, even faster than I imagined. With a combination of reasonable control and generous wages, people were happy to work for us. The quality of our services made clients come back for more. In a year and a half, I was in the same financial level as when I left the Chinese mafia. As you know, I was in Tokyo a few months ago, with the intent of expanding the business there and to nearby countries.
"So, as you say....basically, that's it."
Misao listened to the narration quietly as she munched on her sukiyaki. What he left out, she could assume. It proved to her his aggressive personality, his power over people.....but also his change of heart. A soul set on revenge was replaced by a heart meant for..at least some degree of kindness.
"Your face is telling me, 'So what does Yukishiro Enishi need this worthless little weasel for?' " he teased, chin rested on his hands, elbows on the table.
"I am NOT a WEASEL!!" she protested.
"Whatever you say, Makimachi," he teased again, then brushed aside his remark. "Well, what do I need you for? A mission. Something close to your trade, Makimachi."
"Could you please stop calling me 'Makimachi', it's getting on my nerves! Himura at least is used to being called by his last name, but he called me Misao like everyone else."
He ignored the complaint. "I require personal information on how to acquire....um, I do not know what to call it..."
Misao did not understand either.
"I always envied Himura on that aspect. He was always surrounded by reliable companions. Not the type I was acquainted with. They were only loyal to you as long as you were beneficial to them. They could strike your back at any moment they desired if you were not careful with your words, agreements, or movements.
"But Himura did not have alliances like that. True, most of you got on my patience. You were all too noisy! You said all of those things about Himura not losing to anyone, even if you did not have solid proof. However, you all sounded so sincere, so trusting, it was hard to ignore. Therefore, in a way, it was not a final one-on-one battle that Himura and I had. I was at the disadvantage from the beginning. There were eight people against one of me.
His face was now as readable to Misao as hers was to him a few moments earlier. It was filled with regret at losing something he did not even have.
"In the business world as well, even my childhood acquaintance could not be that kind of companion that I seek. We discuss work and assets and liabilities. He has my trust, and I have his-but there is something lacking.
"I do not know what you call that kind of alliance that you have, and I want to know. When I said I wanted to 'pursue a relationship' with you, it was not with the intention that most of you women place on the term- although THAT intention might not be such a bad thing in the future. I want to 'pursue a relationship' with you, for lack of a better word.
"If you consent, I should like to learn how to have a trustworthy alliance with you, be a reliable companion, a dependable associate------"
Now, Misao understood.
"You want to be friends with me?"
"Aa. I think that's what they call it." And he lowered his snowy head.
Misao was taken aback. She who had grown up surrounded by loyal friends and compatriots, could not comprehend that there was someone in the world who did not have even one friend. Friends were a given in life! Friends make life worth living! Friends keep you up when you are down, and rejoice with you when you are up.
No wonder he turned out this way......
"But surely there's someone older than me who could be friends with you....I'm only 19, and you're..."
"26."
"See, you're even older than Aoshi-sama! Look, I'll let you get acquainted with Aoshi-sama, you can get talking....."
"No, not Shinomori. Not for now. I would not like to be stuck in a one-sided conversation," he explained.
"You've got a point," Misao sweatdropped.
She put out her hand again for a handshake. "Well, if that's how you want it, it's fine with me. I DID make friends with a man twelve years my senior, and it's OK with him. Now will you please be so kind as to call me Misao?! No -dono, either! Just Misao."
"Mi-sao. Got it." He took out his right hand as well. "Please do not call me by surname, either. Enishi is fine. People could assume it was a nickname from Shinichi."
They shook hands.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
..........
Name analysis for Enishi at www.kabalarians.com/male/enishi.htm VERY accurate.
I hope no one objects. I am sticking to Shiroyuki Shinichi as an alternate name. Other possibilities I had in mind didn't sound as good as this one. The surname is taken, of course, by reversing the original surname. "Shinichi" (I have absolutely no idea what it is in kanji form, but it's probably two characters), is taken since it sounds close to Enishi, and because Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan, from Detective Conan, is one of my favorite anime characters. ^_^ Nobody please ask me to write for Detective Conan. I can't write mysteries!!
Please remember that it is now 2 years after the end of Jinchuu arc, that's why Misao is now 19 and Enishi 26. One disadvantage to this pairing: age gap. Oh, well.
Thanks to the reviewers who know me from Nine Months, and thanks to my new reviewers!
Responses, responses:
Midori Natari Himura has written me a very nice email. She's very OK with me continuing this, and encouraging the E/M movement, if there's such a thing. So happy!!
Cleao-thanks for the initial support!
Chavi West-wind-I'm bringing it on, as you can see. Thanks for the continuing support! Oh, and -sempai is a term Japanese students use for classmates in a higher level. If I'm a freshman, and Kaoru is a sophomore or a junior, I'd call Kaoru, Kaoru-sempai if she's close to me, or Kamiya- sempai if she's not too close to me. I'm currently 21, and Enishi is 24 at Jinchuu arc, so he's older than me. He's rightfully Yukishiro-sempai, but I prefer calling him Eni-chan. ^_^
Amy-hope you're enjoying what you're getting so far! Yup, reviews make me a happy writer! I have a feeling I'll have fewer from the ones I got for Nine Months, but that's OK. I'll keep typing this up until it's done. ^^
Mikazuki-Sorry you only got to read a summary. I hope you're enjoying it the present material.
Firuze Khanume-Hi, nee-san! Hope I can get your support in this fic as well! I can't BELIEVE Eni-chan's your favorite RK person! You really know him through and through!! The points about the supernatural sightings are well taken. You're so right. Oh, and I've seen your sitey, it's cool! ^^
Filia M.-Well, as for picking Enishi, that's what this story is for. ^^
Sabbie-Thanks for the enthusiastic support. The suggestions are awesome, thanks! Kamatari, um, I don't know him that well, so maybe he won't make an appearance. ^^ I have the plot to a Vandread little story drafted out, but I haven't written it yet. Unfortunately, it won't be Duero/Parfet. ^_^ And not Hibiki/Dita either. So that leaves....^^
Siomei-Thanks for the support. Yes, some things in chapter 2 are copy/paste-ed. As for my matchup. I have the Jinchuu arc manga you see, and for all I stare at Volume 26 and 28, absolutely nothing happens between Enishi and Kaoru. There isn't that fuzzy feeling in the artwork that you have with Kenshin and Kaoru, and Misao and Aoshi, and Sano and Megumi. So this concept has a fighting chance.
Phelin-Well, Aoshi needs Misao in a way, as a counterbalance to all the quiet. ^_^ But Eni-chan also needs someone like Misao as well.
Nekonomiko-Thanks for converting to our movement. ^^ Really, there are already a lot of E/M fics? Gomen, I didn't know!
Bella-Give me time to explain myself. Eni-chan isn't as horrible as many people think he is.
Marah-Thanks for liking it so far. But personally I think the yaoi pairings are the weirdest, especially for RK where there are enough girls to go around. ^^
Stelok/Zauriel-Oh, you noticed my post at your Vandread fic? ^^ Hello, kabayan! Don't worry about it. I always write better in English, and most of the time I speak better in English. You're not alone. Hope you keep reading!
Yen-I promise to make the choice harder for you! ^_^
Fehrocious-Hi again! Thanks much for the compliments. Just please don't expect Midori's level of romance...I can't imagine romance like she does!
That's everyone so far. I hope you keep reading!
Midori has one take on this part of Eni-chan's history, very believable, actually. I will not be plagiarizing this. I am taking another route. I understand that he surrendered the organization to Heishin, therefore I am of the opinion that he would have no money and no assets of his own, immediately after the end of RK. You will also notice that I work in dialogue, and not so much in description, which a directly opposite writing style from Midori's. ^^ But for all intents, she writes better.
Again, some material was taken from Nine Months (chapter 14 "conversations"), but not much, as you will see. Two weeks before the next chapter, gomen. I'll be busy. ^^
.............
"How much do you remember, Makimachi?"
White and black were facing each other, seated at the Shirobeko. In front of them was a modest spread, sufficient to provide a hearty meal but not excessive to create suspicion. Enishi simply wore dark slacks over a white pressed shirt, long-sleeved and tieless. Spectacles were stuffed into a pants pockets, so the young woman had complete access to his eyes. Misao took pains to look her neatest in her favorite loose ninja outfit. Her hair was rebraided and arranged nicely at her back.
She was anxious nervous, and she showed it. He was uneasy nervous, but his suave demeanor betrayed none of his qualms.
"Well, let me see, Yukishiro-san---"
"You would be wise to keep your voice down, Makimachi," Enishi warned with a deadly calm. "I am known in Tokyo and Kyoto as Shiroyuki Shinichi. Just as a precaution, you understand, although I sincerely doubt if anyone is still after me."
"Shiroyuki Shinichi...hm...not bad," Misao contemplated with a business-like air. "Close enough to the real name not to be forgotten, but changed enough not to arouse suspicion. But, um, what do I call you now?"
"It will depend on your answers.....Makimachi," he answered without commitment. "How much do you remember? Of what I told you all some time ago?"
"Oh, that!" Misao scratched her head sheepishly under his steady gaze. She brought her memories back to an afternoon at the Kamiya dojo, when the entire Kenshin-gumi was surprised at his sudden appearance. The meeting was civil and neutral. Himura and Yukishiro separated with kindeness from both sides.
"Here is what I remember.....You escaped from the police ship.......you fled to Rakuninmura.....an old man somehow knocked some sense into you......you went back to Kyoto on foot.....put Tomoe's diary back in the temple where Aoshi-sama and I got it in the first place.....you met an old friend here......you started a business.......and basically, that's it."
"Very good, Makimachi," Enishi complimented at the end with a slight smirk. "Despite all the awful names you and your annoying companions called me then, you had the good sense to listen well."
Misao blushed as red as the tuna sashimi before her. It was true. When Enishi appeared before the tenants of the Kamiya dojo five months ago, Misao, Yahiko, and Sanosuke only had words of hate for the tall white- haired man. They accused him of trying to bribe his way into Himura's good graces with a generous gift. They directly asked him if he was member of the yakuza, the Japanese mafia. Without a tinge of remorse or respect, they called Yukishiro Enishi, to his face: a pompous, exasperating, conceited, white-haired, high and mighty, infuriating, arrogant-psycho.
Now the psycho was only a few inches away from her, fully capable of drawing out a gun and shooting a bullet between her eyes, just punishment for her being such a childish tormentor. So what was he doing, treating his greatest taunt for dinner? Reverse psychology?
Misao managed to muster enough nerve to glance at his eyes.
But he was.....laughing. Actually laughing. At her.
She pouted. "What's so funny, erm, Shiroyuki-san?"
"Your face, Makimachi. I could read your face like a book!" His shoulders were shaking rather hard.
His laughter however did not have the same terrifying aspect Misao remembered that it had 2 years ago. Right now, it was simple, joyful mirth. Much like the kind of laughter she heard out of Himura on a good day, when he did not know what else to make of the world and his ragtag family.
"I apologize for being so rude, Makimachi," he said after some more teasing peals. "It was wonderful to look at your embarrassed face. You remembered everything you said to me, I suppose?"
"Don't rub it in.." she fumed.
"Sumimasen deshita, Makimachi," he apologized a second time. "It is the first time I have encountered anyone with so truthful a face, with such easy provocation. It took my brother-in-law some hard punches and a long speech before I got the same reaction. I seriously welcome your truthful face."
Misao's truthful face turned into a question mark.
"The business world, legal or illegal, is a dog-eat-dog world," he hastened to explain. "Oftentimes, a man must learn to hide his true intentions in order to achieve his goals. It becomes a part of his life, a part of his being, to wear a mask. He accepts is as one of the ladders to success. But on those days that he sees a face such as yours, one so open and honest, he wishes for the days that it were not so."
Once again he took on a serious, contemplative air. It was as if he had forgotten the presence of Misao in particular, but was vaguely aware of an honest listener nearby.
"The first day in Kyoto, I was suddenly aware of the people, rushing to and fro, conducting this business or that. Nobody cared about me, and as far as I was concerned then, I did not care. But I was tired, quite penniless, and hungry, from the long trip from Tokyo to Kyoto. I was exactly in the same situation I found myself to be in, 14 years ago, in Shanghai. I tried to look for some place in Kyoto much like Rakuninmura, but I was too weak, too spent to search for long.
"I woke up at a rich man's house, wounds dressed and tended. Within a few hours, the man who saved me introduced himself, and I recognized him to be a childhood acquaintance of mine. He told me I was welcome to stay at his home for as long as necessary. I was skeptical, but grateful. I gave a rough outline of my life until he found me, many details omitted of course. But I did tell him that the police were still after me. He was the one who suggested that I take another name for the time being.
"Soon I felt that I had to repay all his kindness to me, some way, somehow. A few walks around Kyoto pointed out to me the lack of metalworks services, much like could be found in Tokyo. From Shanghai, I had experience in weaponry, which I figured could be put to honest use in another business venture. I laid out some plans before him, and he agreed to support them. He financed the venture, and I provided the hands-on management. It was a good arrangement.
"The business soared, even faster than I imagined. With a combination of reasonable control and generous wages, people were happy to work for us. The quality of our services made clients come back for more. In a year and a half, I was in the same financial level as when I left the Chinese mafia. As you know, I was in Tokyo a few months ago, with the intent of expanding the business there and to nearby countries.
"So, as you say....basically, that's it."
Misao listened to the narration quietly as she munched on her sukiyaki. What he left out, she could assume. It proved to her his aggressive personality, his power over people.....but also his change of heart. A soul set on revenge was replaced by a heart meant for..at least some degree of kindness.
"Your face is telling me, 'So what does Yukishiro Enishi need this worthless little weasel for?' " he teased, chin rested on his hands, elbows on the table.
"I am NOT a WEASEL!!" she protested.
"Whatever you say, Makimachi," he teased again, then brushed aside his remark. "Well, what do I need you for? A mission. Something close to your trade, Makimachi."
"Could you please stop calling me 'Makimachi', it's getting on my nerves! Himura at least is used to being called by his last name, but he called me Misao like everyone else."
He ignored the complaint. "I require personal information on how to acquire....um, I do not know what to call it..."
Misao did not understand either.
"I always envied Himura on that aspect. He was always surrounded by reliable companions. Not the type I was acquainted with. They were only loyal to you as long as you were beneficial to them. They could strike your back at any moment they desired if you were not careful with your words, agreements, or movements.
"But Himura did not have alliances like that. True, most of you got on my patience. You were all too noisy! You said all of those things about Himura not losing to anyone, even if you did not have solid proof. However, you all sounded so sincere, so trusting, it was hard to ignore. Therefore, in a way, it was not a final one-on-one battle that Himura and I had. I was at the disadvantage from the beginning. There were eight people against one of me.
His face was now as readable to Misao as hers was to him a few moments earlier. It was filled with regret at losing something he did not even have.
"In the business world as well, even my childhood acquaintance could not be that kind of companion that I seek. We discuss work and assets and liabilities. He has my trust, and I have his-but there is something lacking.
"I do not know what you call that kind of alliance that you have, and I want to know. When I said I wanted to 'pursue a relationship' with you, it was not with the intention that most of you women place on the term- although THAT intention might not be such a bad thing in the future. I want to 'pursue a relationship' with you, for lack of a better word.
"If you consent, I should like to learn how to have a trustworthy alliance with you, be a reliable companion, a dependable associate------"
Now, Misao understood.
"You want to be friends with me?"
"Aa. I think that's what they call it." And he lowered his snowy head.
Misao was taken aback. She who had grown up surrounded by loyal friends and compatriots, could not comprehend that there was someone in the world who did not have even one friend. Friends were a given in life! Friends make life worth living! Friends keep you up when you are down, and rejoice with you when you are up.
No wonder he turned out this way......
"But surely there's someone older than me who could be friends with you....I'm only 19, and you're..."
"26."
"See, you're even older than Aoshi-sama! Look, I'll let you get acquainted with Aoshi-sama, you can get talking....."
"No, not Shinomori. Not for now. I would not like to be stuck in a one-sided conversation," he explained.
"You've got a point," Misao sweatdropped.
She put out her hand again for a handshake. "Well, if that's how you want it, it's fine with me. I DID make friends with a man twelve years my senior, and it's OK with him. Now will you please be so kind as to call me Misao?! No -dono, either! Just Misao."
"Mi-sao. Got it." He took out his right hand as well. "Please do not call me by surname, either. Enishi is fine. People could assume it was a nickname from Shinichi."
They shook hands.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
..........
Name analysis for Enishi at www.kabalarians.com/male/enishi.htm VERY accurate.
I hope no one objects. I am sticking to Shiroyuki Shinichi as an alternate name. Other possibilities I had in mind didn't sound as good as this one. The surname is taken, of course, by reversing the original surname. "Shinichi" (I have absolutely no idea what it is in kanji form, but it's probably two characters), is taken since it sounds close to Enishi, and because Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan, from Detective Conan, is one of my favorite anime characters. ^_^ Nobody please ask me to write for Detective Conan. I can't write mysteries!!
Please remember that it is now 2 years after the end of Jinchuu arc, that's why Misao is now 19 and Enishi 26. One disadvantage to this pairing: age gap. Oh, well.
Thanks to the reviewers who know me from Nine Months, and thanks to my new reviewers!
Responses, responses:
Midori Natari Himura has written me a very nice email. She's very OK with me continuing this, and encouraging the E/M movement, if there's such a thing. So happy!!
Cleao-thanks for the initial support!
Chavi West-wind-I'm bringing it on, as you can see. Thanks for the continuing support! Oh, and -sempai is a term Japanese students use for classmates in a higher level. If I'm a freshman, and Kaoru is a sophomore or a junior, I'd call Kaoru, Kaoru-sempai if she's close to me, or Kamiya- sempai if she's not too close to me. I'm currently 21, and Enishi is 24 at Jinchuu arc, so he's older than me. He's rightfully Yukishiro-sempai, but I prefer calling him Eni-chan. ^_^
Amy-hope you're enjoying what you're getting so far! Yup, reviews make me a happy writer! I have a feeling I'll have fewer from the ones I got for Nine Months, but that's OK. I'll keep typing this up until it's done. ^^
Mikazuki-Sorry you only got to read a summary. I hope you're enjoying it the present material.
Firuze Khanume-Hi, nee-san! Hope I can get your support in this fic as well! I can't BELIEVE Eni-chan's your favorite RK person! You really know him through and through!! The points about the supernatural sightings are well taken. You're so right. Oh, and I've seen your sitey, it's cool! ^^
Filia M.-Well, as for picking Enishi, that's what this story is for. ^^
Sabbie-Thanks for the enthusiastic support. The suggestions are awesome, thanks! Kamatari, um, I don't know him that well, so maybe he won't make an appearance. ^^ I have the plot to a Vandread little story drafted out, but I haven't written it yet. Unfortunately, it won't be Duero/Parfet. ^_^ And not Hibiki/Dita either. So that leaves....^^
Siomei-Thanks for the support. Yes, some things in chapter 2 are copy/paste-ed. As for my matchup. I have the Jinchuu arc manga you see, and for all I stare at Volume 26 and 28, absolutely nothing happens between Enishi and Kaoru. There isn't that fuzzy feeling in the artwork that you have with Kenshin and Kaoru, and Misao and Aoshi, and Sano and Megumi. So this concept has a fighting chance.
Phelin-Well, Aoshi needs Misao in a way, as a counterbalance to all the quiet. ^_^ But Eni-chan also needs someone like Misao as well.
Nekonomiko-Thanks for converting to our movement. ^^ Really, there are already a lot of E/M fics? Gomen, I didn't know!
Bella-Give me time to explain myself. Eni-chan isn't as horrible as many people think he is.
Marah-Thanks for liking it so far. But personally I think the yaoi pairings are the weirdest, especially for RK where there are enough girls to go around. ^^
Stelok/Zauriel-Oh, you noticed my post at your Vandread fic? ^^ Hello, kabayan! Don't worry about it. I always write better in English, and most of the time I speak better in English. You're not alone. Hope you keep reading!
Yen-I promise to make the choice harder for you! ^_^
Fehrocious-Hi again! Thanks much for the compliments. Just please don't expect Midori's level of romance...I can't imagine romance like she does!
That's everyone so far. I hope you keep reading!