A/N: Thanks for the reviews people. Well, I'm so sorry because I really
made a big mistake. Haven't you noticed that the title of chapter 1 has no
connection to its context? So you were confused. Actually, I had made it so
short. It shouldn't be that short so I'm going to make this second chapter
LONGER. I mean, LONG. So, better open your eyes wide and prepare for this
chapter. You might find it short too, though. But for me, I know it will be
very long. Sorry because I had the only chance to update this. Schoolwork.
I'm only 13 yrs. old so, you better be patient and considerate. Well, this
is an AU fic (alternate universe-as said one of my reviewers, actually, I
don't really know its true meaning before. Oh well!). So if you don't like
it, don't read it. And Misao doesn't have any amnesia. It just so happens
that she hasn't still met Aoshi and she'd always see his back "likod ng
katawan, whatever no!" and not his face. Get it? I mean, I have to make
this story as a different one. Well, hope you'll like this.
And . . .
GIVE ME A GODDAMNDED REVIEW!!!
Just joking. . .
Promises
Chapter 2: Cold (part 2)
But. . .
First times . . .
Are . . .
Hard . . .
To . . .
Grab . . .
@~~~~~
I saw him again.
But only his body-that muscular and so-gifted body. Why do I never see his face? Sometimes, I can't even relate myself to the conversation of my two dear cousins. I always wonder how his eyes looked like.
Anyways, I approached him.
Not because I badly needed to see him - it's because, Jiya gave me an errand.
"Shinomori-san, ohayou gozaimasu!" I greeted.
The wind passed and blew against our faces. I forgot to tell you. We are outside our house. He was standing near a cherry tree. The sakura blossoms fell and danced as the dear gravity called for them.
I smiled pleasingly, thinking that this was the best time to have a nice talk with him about the 'errand' that Jiya gave me.
"Jiya told me something," I said. I didn't walk nearer. It was just enough for me to stand a few meters away from him.
"He told me that I should tell you that you should tell someone that." Great! I was just joking. I have no words to say to him. It seemed that I have drained most of my energy.
"Well, I'll revise my sentence.Jiya told me to go to you. So I'm now here. He said that I should tell you to go to.Well- I.f-forgot the place! Oh no.Crap, gomen nasai!!!"
Much to my surprise, he turned back. I realized that he was so tall. The sun shone brightly and it reflected upon his face. I could only see his lips that were drawn back. But then, I was blinded by the intense light. I closed my eyes and tried to ease my eyes from the pain. When I opened them, I found him nowhere. I was startled. I quickly looked back.
And he was there-walking away from me. "Shinomori-san, where are you going?" I asked. I tried to follow him but was stopped when I heard his low deep voice.
"Don't follow me. I will go to Okina. I'd be the one to talk to him personally." He said.
And that was it. So short reply but very clear and direct. I hate him for that. I have been talking to him all the while and he-he.he just TURNED ME DOWN. IS THAT RIGHT?! I know I forgot the thing that I was going to tell him. But still, I tried to recall it. It seemed that he doesn't appreciate my effort. Well, he never appreciated anything. He's always like that.
I just preferred sitting under the great sakura tree. Well, it's NICER here than being with that stupid man...
Everything was quiet, so peaceful.
I like it here.
No one's scolding me nor making me do a stupid errand, or even making me feel so dim-witted. Well, that's life, I must say.
I crossed my arms behind my head and cradled it. Then, as time passed by, I began to feel so sleepy. After some moments, deep slumber won over me and I was defeated.
@~~~~~
Why are you so childish?
You think that everything is just so right
You never worry about your family or even to yourself
What secret do you encompass, Makimachi Misao?
I wish I'm just like you- very carefree and childlike
But then, Misao, I can not be like you
Because I'm imprisoned in my own mask of anger and hatred
And I just wish it would just be broken
And I hope- it would be you who will break it...
@~~~~~~
She was sleeping under the tree and I watched her petite movements from afar. I wasn't very sure why I was there and enjoying every moment. But then, it was because of her. One week has just passed and yet I feel so light about her. I didn't know why but I ought to find it out.
Well, I just realized it now. And it's too late.
She was that important to me and yet- I'm so angry with myself for not realizing it sooner.
'Imouto'
A sister...how I wish she had become my own little sister. Maybe if that happened before, maybe I'm not a coldhearted man today. She is light. Perhaps if I've met her before, maybe she has lighted my whole life by her cheerfulness.
Then again, I was going to leave after tomorrow. I need to run an errand for Okina. And if I've accomplished that errand quickly, he will accept me in his home again. And I wanted to finish that errand as soon as possible. I wanted to stop my journey and rest. And I will spend those days here in Aoiya.
Flashback:
"Shinomori-san...pleasure to see you again. It's been a long time." Okina greeted me as I crept towards their house. I was wounded fatally then and blood stained my shirt and my hands. But then, he didn't even help me, instead he continued drinking from his cup.
"Still the same old stubborn man, eh? You haven't changed..."
I kept quiet. I then limped towards a futon near him. It was arranged neatly and I was getting dizzier then. I wanted to rest on it. I hadn't had enough sleep for many days. When I was going to throw myself to it, a girl scream and I jumped in fright.
And I saw her...
"Misao...go inside your room. It's late night. I have a visitor," Okina said softly. His creaky old voice echoed in the room.
"B-but my futon, Jiya...It's beside you," she hesitated.
I grinned as I tried to balance myself. I wanted to rest on that futon- but the girl needs to rest first before me. I have to sacrifice.
"Get it," Okina replied. The girl ran towards her futon and pulled it back to her room. She was gone then.
I sat on the cold wooden floor and watched Okina as he put some firewood to fuel the dying fire in the fireplace. Heat defeated the cold. The old man stood and got a haori near a door. He threw it to me and I got it by just one wounded hand. The haori was colored black but my blood stained it. "Put it on," he said. He then faced me and I was startled to see his old wrinkled face. But I just put the jacket on.
I felt warm with it.
"You're a black sheep, Shinomori-san. And I'm sure you know it."
"Aa..."
"You have dreams of your own and you did want to fulfill them. But then, did you fulfill them? No. Instead those dreams almost even took your life away. Haven't you realized that, Aoshi?!"
"Iie..."
"Well, I just wish you have realized it now. Having revenge for your own family won't do any good. And that dream is a nightmare. You can't always have justice in this life. Life is so unfair and you have to accept that truth."
I was silent.
But somehow, we could make it fair. And I believed in that. We are the ones who make life so unfair. If we are the reason for that, can't we also be the reason that it is fair for other people? That's why I wanted to revenge for my family's deaths. Somehow, I could make life reasonable for myself, at least.
"And now you have come back. But for what, Aoshi? You left us once then you'll come back. For goodness's sake, what exactly is going on with you?!"
I hated him.
Suddenly, my vision blurred and I felt so weak yet so warm. I was losing much blood and I felt my energy draining.
"Aoshi...Aoshi, I'm speaking to you! Don't you even know how to respect and old man like me?!" Okina shouted at me. But then, everything spun around me so quickly and I got weaker.
"Aoshi?!"
I looked at him but it was a blur.
"Shut up. I want to rest."
Black hugged me into sleep.
End of Flashback:
She woke up from her deep slumber.
She stretched her legs and arms and yawned loudly. I chuckled at that. She was so cute. Lovely, I thought, would be the appropriate word for her. Suddenly, someone tapped my back. I quickly looked back and saw Okon-san in front of me. She smiled to me and reached out a bowl of hot soup.
"Would you mind if you join us in eating?" she asked me.
'Us?' I thought. I saw Omasu sipping something from her own bowl. Then I understood it.
"Aa..."
I followed her to the low-lying table and joined them.
@~~~~~
My dream was so real.
It was just so frightening.
I saw myself there- standing in the middle of a dark place and blood stained the whole of it. Suddenly, I saw this young man with dark hair. His bangs swayed with every movement he made. He held two daggers in both hands and his gray eyes were so fierce. He abruptly ran to me, holding his daggers in the air. I tried to dodge the attack but it was too late.
Swoosh!
I opened my eyes and felt weak. I looked at him and saw his eyes again. He was very angry. But then, he wasn't looking at me. I felt weaker when I tried to reach him. He again ran.
But not to me, surprisingly. I looked back and saw another man with a sword. He had brown hair and big brown eyes. He looked so familiar to me but I just can't remember him.
The dark-haired man attacked him.
I examined myself then and realized that-
I had no wound.
Well, good.
I was imagining that the man had stabbed me. I regained my energy. Imaginations, he!
I continued watching them.
But to my surprise, they disappeared and something splashed over me that I almost drowned.
I saw it after.
It was blood.
"Misao!!!"
Oh, I almost forgot. It was snack time.
I stood and ran towards the house.
@~~~~~
I looked over them and saw their glistening hair under the sun.
Hmp...they're so conscious of themselves. Well, that's natural for a woman. But I don't get it. Why would they waste their time just for making themselves beautiful even if they're not? They put lipstick on their lips and powder on their cheeks.
I just hate it.
"Oh are you enjoying, Mr. Shinomori? I'm so sorry if you're kinda feeling out of place here..." Omasu said. I saw her eyes. She was concerned. I shook my head and just smiled at her.
Even though they're so mindful of their looks, they're also mindful of others. Well, that's good, at least.
I got my cup and sipped the hot soup from it. The hot sensation heated my whole body and being.
Warmth.
At least I know now that I should not always live in a cold life- full of blood and angst.
It was too late until I realized that there were people that still cared about me and they were willing to give me warmth in my heart, in my life.
"Omasu-chan, Okon-san!!!"
I looked up and peeped from my bowl. I lowered it and was surprised to see her awake now.
"Hi, Mi-chan! C'mon...join us here. The soup that Omasu made was so tasty," Okon said. The little girl ran towards us. Her dark blue hair swayed gently along with the breeze that passed us. Suddenly, she stopped and was somehow startled at something.
"Uhh...Hello, Mr. Shinomori..." she shyly said.
I raised my right eyebrow and slightly frowned.
Why was she so shy? Was she afraid of me? But afraid of what? I'm not a scary person, though.
"Uhh...where should I sit, Okon?" she asked. Okon pointed to a place beside me. She smiled at the little girl.
To my surprise, Okon and Omasu stood and chuckled sarcastically.
"We'll leave you both for a while. We'll just go to Jiya," Omasu said gently. I saw them as they hopped away from us.
The little girl screamed at them angrily and made faces but I didn't mind them.
I just continued relaxing. Besides, is there something that I should be angry about? Nothing. So I just reposed there and meditated.
Flashback:
"Everyone has a chance. And remember this, Shinomori-san, you'll always have that chance. But if you have it, make use of it...wisely. Because you might never know, the people who always forgive you might never grant you again another opportunity. And I tell you this..." Okina explained to me. "...I am one of those people. Do you understand me?"
I looked at him and saw his old face.
He was like a father to me. And I loved him for always forgiving me. But when I heard those words from his mouth, I was so afraid to turn him down again. I can't upset him. I have to grab this chance that he's talking about. His eyes were so gray and so lost in a void that I have created for him. He was very disappointed about me.
"Aa," I replied shortly.
Many times I have hurt people.
I have wounded their hearts and souls just because of my stubbornness. I have always wanted to do what was wrong for me. And they would be angry with me for that. But then, I would keep on doing it because I didn't care about them. Until, those wrong things that I kept on doing hurt me back.
I can't be like this forever.
I need to change...that's why I'm here.
"You are like my son, Shinomori. I just hope you'd understand me. You've suffered enough from your own wrongdoings. And I don't want you to suffer anymore because...I care. I just wish you care for other people too," he spoke to me gently. "And one thing..."
I looked up at him and saw his eyes.
They were cold.
I can feel it. It was coming from within his heart. I just didn't know why.
"I want you to move on and forget your past. I'm not saying that you should forget your deceased family. But what I'm saying is that...there is always new life. And I am willing to give you one," he said briefly. With that, this old wise man stood and walked slowly- away from me.
He was old.
And I am young.
Maybe I should follow him, besides, he suffered more than me. And he knows what things would be good for me.
"Arigatou..." I said.
But he just vanished from the darkness.
End of FB:
"OOOOOHHHH!!! This tastes great! I just love it," Misao said.
I looked at her and saw her smiling.
Lovely.
I stopped meditating.
But she continued eating. Well, she was a heavy-eater. But then, I wondered where she stores her digested food in that petite figure. She was so small, delicate- very fragile.
I smiled at her for the first time.
Life.
Yes, Okina- a new life.
I stood then paced away from her.
"Where are you going, Mr. Shinomori?" she asked.
Her voice echoed inside my heart. Her simple question was very meaningful for me and it was full of concern.
Yes, Aoshi...
Where are you really going?
Stop your journey and start anew.
Cold breeze passed us and I shivered slightly. I suddenly remembered the days when I tried to run away from my fears, from the people and from myself. I wanted then to go back to my home. But I had no home anymore. Nevertheless, I realized that I still had home- and it was here in Aoiya.
I looked back and saw her big blue eyes.
"I'll be back...promise," I spoke.
I didn't answer her question. But then, I will still go back, right? And that was just enough. She wouldn't understand me, though.
Yes, Misao, I'll be back.
TBC...
A/n: I hope you've understood it better. So, Aoshi came in Aoiya because he wanted to start a new life. And he still doesn't know Misao. He knows her as a little girl with a light attitude, nothing more than that. And maybe you were confused there because of the changing of POVs. But the POVs were just Misao's and Aoshi's. Hope you understood it!!! Please review this. ^__^
And . . .
GIVE ME A GODDAMNDED REVIEW!!!
Just joking. . .
Promises
Chapter 2: Cold (part 2)
But. . .
First times . . .
Are . . .
Hard . . .
To . . .
Grab . . .
@~~~~~
I saw him again.
But only his body-that muscular and so-gifted body. Why do I never see his face? Sometimes, I can't even relate myself to the conversation of my two dear cousins. I always wonder how his eyes looked like.
Anyways, I approached him.
Not because I badly needed to see him - it's because, Jiya gave me an errand.
"Shinomori-san, ohayou gozaimasu!" I greeted.
The wind passed and blew against our faces. I forgot to tell you. We are outside our house. He was standing near a cherry tree. The sakura blossoms fell and danced as the dear gravity called for them.
I smiled pleasingly, thinking that this was the best time to have a nice talk with him about the 'errand' that Jiya gave me.
"Jiya told me something," I said. I didn't walk nearer. It was just enough for me to stand a few meters away from him.
"He told me that I should tell you that you should tell someone that." Great! I was just joking. I have no words to say to him. It seemed that I have drained most of my energy.
"Well, I'll revise my sentence.Jiya told me to go to you. So I'm now here. He said that I should tell you to go to.Well- I.f-forgot the place! Oh no.Crap, gomen nasai!!!"
Much to my surprise, he turned back. I realized that he was so tall. The sun shone brightly and it reflected upon his face. I could only see his lips that were drawn back. But then, I was blinded by the intense light. I closed my eyes and tried to ease my eyes from the pain. When I opened them, I found him nowhere. I was startled. I quickly looked back.
And he was there-walking away from me. "Shinomori-san, where are you going?" I asked. I tried to follow him but was stopped when I heard his low deep voice.
"Don't follow me. I will go to Okina. I'd be the one to talk to him personally." He said.
And that was it. So short reply but very clear and direct. I hate him for that. I have been talking to him all the while and he-he.he just TURNED ME DOWN. IS THAT RIGHT?! I know I forgot the thing that I was going to tell him. But still, I tried to recall it. It seemed that he doesn't appreciate my effort. Well, he never appreciated anything. He's always like that.
I just preferred sitting under the great sakura tree. Well, it's NICER here than being with that stupid man...
Everything was quiet, so peaceful.
I like it here.
No one's scolding me nor making me do a stupid errand, or even making me feel so dim-witted. Well, that's life, I must say.
I crossed my arms behind my head and cradled it. Then, as time passed by, I began to feel so sleepy. After some moments, deep slumber won over me and I was defeated.
@~~~~~
Why are you so childish?
You think that everything is just so right
You never worry about your family or even to yourself
What secret do you encompass, Makimachi Misao?
I wish I'm just like you- very carefree and childlike
But then, Misao, I can not be like you
Because I'm imprisoned in my own mask of anger and hatred
And I just wish it would just be broken
And I hope- it would be you who will break it...
@~~~~~~
She was sleeping under the tree and I watched her petite movements from afar. I wasn't very sure why I was there and enjoying every moment. But then, it was because of her. One week has just passed and yet I feel so light about her. I didn't know why but I ought to find it out.
Well, I just realized it now. And it's too late.
She was that important to me and yet- I'm so angry with myself for not realizing it sooner.
'Imouto'
A sister...how I wish she had become my own little sister. Maybe if that happened before, maybe I'm not a coldhearted man today. She is light. Perhaps if I've met her before, maybe she has lighted my whole life by her cheerfulness.
Then again, I was going to leave after tomorrow. I need to run an errand for Okina. And if I've accomplished that errand quickly, he will accept me in his home again. And I wanted to finish that errand as soon as possible. I wanted to stop my journey and rest. And I will spend those days here in Aoiya.
Flashback:
"Shinomori-san...pleasure to see you again. It's been a long time." Okina greeted me as I crept towards their house. I was wounded fatally then and blood stained my shirt and my hands. But then, he didn't even help me, instead he continued drinking from his cup.
"Still the same old stubborn man, eh? You haven't changed..."
I kept quiet. I then limped towards a futon near him. It was arranged neatly and I was getting dizzier then. I wanted to rest on it. I hadn't had enough sleep for many days. When I was going to throw myself to it, a girl scream and I jumped in fright.
And I saw her...
"Misao...go inside your room. It's late night. I have a visitor," Okina said softly. His creaky old voice echoed in the room.
"B-but my futon, Jiya...It's beside you," she hesitated.
I grinned as I tried to balance myself. I wanted to rest on that futon- but the girl needs to rest first before me. I have to sacrifice.
"Get it," Okina replied. The girl ran towards her futon and pulled it back to her room. She was gone then.
I sat on the cold wooden floor and watched Okina as he put some firewood to fuel the dying fire in the fireplace. Heat defeated the cold. The old man stood and got a haori near a door. He threw it to me and I got it by just one wounded hand. The haori was colored black but my blood stained it. "Put it on," he said. He then faced me and I was startled to see his old wrinkled face. But I just put the jacket on.
I felt warm with it.
"You're a black sheep, Shinomori-san. And I'm sure you know it."
"Aa..."
"You have dreams of your own and you did want to fulfill them. But then, did you fulfill them? No. Instead those dreams almost even took your life away. Haven't you realized that, Aoshi?!"
"Iie..."
"Well, I just wish you have realized it now. Having revenge for your own family won't do any good. And that dream is a nightmare. You can't always have justice in this life. Life is so unfair and you have to accept that truth."
I was silent.
But somehow, we could make it fair. And I believed in that. We are the ones who make life so unfair. If we are the reason for that, can't we also be the reason that it is fair for other people? That's why I wanted to revenge for my family's deaths. Somehow, I could make life reasonable for myself, at least.
"And now you have come back. But for what, Aoshi? You left us once then you'll come back. For goodness's sake, what exactly is going on with you?!"
I hated him.
Suddenly, my vision blurred and I felt so weak yet so warm. I was losing much blood and I felt my energy draining.
"Aoshi...Aoshi, I'm speaking to you! Don't you even know how to respect and old man like me?!" Okina shouted at me. But then, everything spun around me so quickly and I got weaker.
"Aoshi?!"
I looked at him but it was a blur.
"Shut up. I want to rest."
Black hugged me into sleep.
End of Flashback:
She woke up from her deep slumber.
She stretched her legs and arms and yawned loudly. I chuckled at that. She was so cute. Lovely, I thought, would be the appropriate word for her. Suddenly, someone tapped my back. I quickly looked back and saw Okon-san in front of me. She smiled to me and reached out a bowl of hot soup.
"Would you mind if you join us in eating?" she asked me.
'Us?' I thought. I saw Omasu sipping something from her own bowl. Then I understood it.
"Aa..."
I followed her to the low-lying table and joined them.
@~~~~~
My dream was so real.
It was just so frightening.
I saw myself there- standing in the middle of a dark place and blood stained the whole of it. Suddenly, I saw this young man with dark hair. His bangs swayed with every movement he made. He held two daggers in both hands and his gray eyes were so fierce. He abruptly ran to me, holding his daggers in the air. I tried to dodge the attack but it was too late.
Swoosh!
I opened my eyes and felt weak. I looked at him and saw his eyes again. He was very angry. But then, he wasn't looking at me. I felt weaker when I tried to reach him. He again ran.
But not to me, surprisingly. I looked back and saw another man with a sword. He had brown hair and big brown eyes. He looked so familiar to me but I just can't remember him.
The dark-haired man attacked him.
I examined myself then and realized that-
I had no wound.
Well, good.
I was imagining that the man had stabbed me. I regained my energy. Imaginations, he!
I continued watching them.
But to my surprise, they disappeared and something splashed over me that I almost drowned.
I saw it after.
It was blood.
"Misao!!!"
Oh, I almost forgot. It was snack time.
I stood and ran towards the house.
@~~~~~
I looked over them and saw their glistening hair under the sun.
Hmp...they're so conscious of themselves. Well, that's natural for a woman. But I don't get it. Why would they waste their time just for making themselves beautiful even if they're not? They put lipstick on their lips and powder on their cheeks.
I just hate it.
"Oh are you enjoying, Mr. Shinomori? I'm so sorry if you're kinda feeling out of place here..." Omasu said. I saw her eyes. She was concerned. I shook my head and just smiled at her.
Even though they're so mindful of their looks, they're also mindful of others. Well, that's good, at least.
I got my cup and sipped the hot soup from it. The hot sensation heated my whole body and being.
Warmth.
At least I know now that I should not always live in a cold life- full of blood and angst.
It was too late until I realized that there were people that still cared about me and they were willing to give me warmth in my heart, in my life.
"Omasu-chan, Okon-san!!!"
I looked up and peeped from my bowl. I lowered it and was surprised to see her awake now.
"Hi, Mi-chan! C'mon...join us here. The soup that Omasu made was so tasty," Okon said. The little girl ran towards us. Her dark blue hair swayed gently along with the breeze that passed us. Suddenly, she stopped and was somehow startled at something.
"Uhh...Hello, Mr. Shinomori..." she shyly said.
I raised my right eyebrow and slightly frowned.
Why was she so shy? Was she afraid of me? But afraid of what? I'm not a scary person, though.
"Uhh...where should I sit, Okon?" she asked. Okon pointed to a place beside me. She smiled at the little girl.
To my surprise, Okon and Omasu stood and chuckled sarcastically.
"We'll leave you both for a while. We'll just go to Jiya," Omasu said gently. I saw them as they hopped away from us.
The little girl screamed at them angrily and made faces but I didn't mind them.
I just continued relaxing. Besides, is there something that I should be angry about? Nothing. So I just reposed there and meditated.
Flashback:
"Everyone has a chance. And remember this, Shinomori-san, you'll always have that chance. But if you have it, make use of it...wisely. Because you might never know, the people who always forgive you might never grant you again another opportunity. And I tell you this..." Okina explained to me. "...I am one of those people. Do you understand me?"
I looked at him and saw his old face.
He was like a father to me. And I loved him for always forgiving me. But when I heard those words from his mouth, I was so afraid to turn him down again. I can't upset him. I have to grab this chance that he's talking about. His eyes were so gray and so lost in a void that I have created for him. He was very disappointed about me.
"Aa," I replied shortly.
Many times I have hurt people.
I have wounded their hearts and souls just because of my stubbornness. I have always wanted to do what was wrong for me. And they would be angry with me for that. But then, I would keep on doing it because I didn't care about them. Until, those wrong things that I kept on doing hurt me back.
I can't be like this forever.
I need to change...that's why I'm here.
"You are like my son, Shinomori. I just hope you'd understand me. You've suffered enough from your own wrongdoings. And I don't want you to suffer anymore because...I care. I just wish you care for other people too," he spoke to me gently. "And one thing..."
I looked up at him and saw his eyes.
They were cold.
I can feel it. It was coming from within his heart. I just didn't know why.
"I want you to move on and forget your past. I'm not saying that you should forget your deceased family. But what I'm saying is that...there is always new life. And I am willing to give you one," he said briefly. With that, this old wise man stood and walked slowly- away from me.
He was old.
And I am young.
Maybe I should follow him, besides, he suffered more than me. And he knows what things would be good for me.
"Arigatou..." I said.
But he just vanished from the darkness.
End of FB:
"OOOOOHHHH!!! This tastes great! I just love it," Misao said.
I looked at her and saw her smiling.
Lovely.
I stopped meditating.
But she continued eating. Well, she was a heavy-eater. But then, I wondered where she stores her digested food in that petite figure. She was so small, delicate- very fragile.
I smiled at her for the first time.
Life.
Yes, Okina- a new life.
I stood then paced away from her.
"Where are you going, Mr. Shinomori?" she asked.
Her voice echoed inside my heart. Her simple question was very meaningful for me and it was full of concern.
Yes, Aoshi...
Where are you really going?
Stop your journey and start anew.
Cold breeze passed us and I shivered slightly. I suddenly remembered the days when I tried to run away from my fears, from the people and from myself. I wanted then to go back to my home. But I had no home anymore. Nevertheless, I realized that I still had home- and it was here in Aoiya.
I looked back and saw her big blue eyes.
"I'll be back...promise," I spoke.
I didn't answer her question. But then, I will still go back, right? And that was just enough. She wouldn't understand me, though.
Yes, Misao, I'll be back.
TBC...
A/n: I hope you've understood it better. So, Aoshi came in Aoiya because he wanted to start a new life. And he still doesn't know Misao. He knows her as a little girl with a light attitude, nothing more than that. And maybe you were confused there because of the changing of POVs. But the POVs were just Misao's and Aoshi's. Hope you understood it!!! Please review this. ^__^