A/n: Thanks for the reviews!!! Hehehehe...Thank you so much!!! I
appreciated them so much and I'm so TOUCHED...*sobs*. Well, I know this
story is getting clearer for you. I hope you won't stop reading it. Well, I
enjoyed writing this on both Misao's and Aoshi's POVs. Well, I'll continue
that. I'll make that switching POVs thingy!!! Well, read, enjoy and
review!!! ^__^
Promises
By: Killua K.
Chapter 3: Glances
@~~~~~
"I'll be back...promise," he spoke. Then he walked away from me.
Sunlight flooded the place but his broad muscular body blocked some of it as he paced away from me.
I admired him- the whole of him. From his eyes down to his feet. He was just so beautiful. He was like an angel. But then, his clueless eyes spoke nothing but grief and pain. I wonder why he felt that way.
Anyways, well, my cousins were very right about him. He had beautiful eyes, large shoulders but he was so quiet- especially, when Omasu and Okon left me there with him. He did not even look at me and talk to me.
But that was Ok for me, though.
Flashback:
He continued sipping from his cup.
I blushed tremendously.
It was the very FIRST time that I saw his face and his façade. I didn't know that this man that I personally annoyed so much would be so handsome like a prince. He had high cheekbones; green eyes (are Aoshi's eyes really green? -Killua K.), thin lips, bushy eyebrows and...well, everything is just so pretty about him. Though, he didn't seem to know how to smile.
He put his cup down on the low-eating table and looked up at the beautiful blue sky. He stared at everything around him and seemed to appreciate the small things that were involved in his sight. I was not really sure about his feelings that time, but surely, his eyes finally spoke of happiness and admiration of everything.
I took my eyes off him and looked down at my own cup. The soup was gone. I realized that I was finished eating. But then, I thought it would be fun seeing Mr. Shinomori that way. I scooped another spoonful of soup from the bowl in front of me and filled my cup. After that, I ate again. It was clear that I just used that act as an excuse of not leaving him there alone. I wanted to glanced at him and watched his every move and every sparkle of his green eyes. I really wanted to look at his glamorous masculine body and gorgeous face.
"OOOOOHHHH!!! This tastes great! I just love it," I cried foolishly then I turned my eyes to him and saw him looking at me too. I blushed tremendously. It was his eyes that made me do that girly thing- the blush thing.
Suddenly, out of the blue, surprisingly...
Well, that was how I felt. I was shocked. I didn't expect him to do that. It was just unnatural for a stoic man like him.
...he just smiled at me, anyway. Damn...
He was gorgeous. I widened my eyes in shock. He was too attractive. He stared at me and I did the girly thing again. I put my cup down on the table and wiped my lips by my hanky. I decided to talk to him, since he was in good mood. I looked up and again, I was surprised.
He stood up and was starting to walk away from me.
I was afraid. Afraid that he'll leave again and I'd never get that chance in my life- never again.
"Where are you going, Mr. Shinomori?" I hesitated to ask further questions. I just wanted to know where he'll go so I could even follow him.
He didn't reply. But I wasn't startled. I knew he does that sometimes. But then, it was still good if he even gave me a nice reply.
He turned back and looked at me. "I'll be back...promise," he answered me finally. Then he was gone.
I was disappointed there. He didn't answer my question. But...
At least I was relieved. He will still come back. He will not leave Aoiya yet. Maybe then, I'll have other chances of talking personally to him.
End of FB:
I rolled on my futon and kept on thinking about him. I really wondered why sometimes he's not in good mood or why sometimes he doesn't smile. He was a mystery to solve for me. And I know that by talking to him will clear things for me.
@~~~~~
"Why have you stopped, Aoshi?"
I glanced at him for a moment then took my eyes off him. He was still the same Battousai that I've known for years. The same red-haired man which still has the same old principles in life. Yes, it was still him. And nothing has practically changed about him.
"Okina is offering me another chance to live life anew. And I couldn't just reject that. I'm tired, Kenshin. It's been a very long time since I appreciated everything around me like this," I replied.
He chuckled. His eyes were violet and I've memorized their every movement whenever Kenshin would laugh or cry or be serious. Now, they turned into slits because of laughter.
"Okina is a great noble man. He knows what is right for everyone. And I believe what you have done is absolutely right for you, my friend," he said.
I decided to change the topic. I tried to think of something that we might talk about. Suddenly, I remembered Misao.
"I think I'm contented of what I have now. Everyone in Aoiya treats me like I'm one of the members of their family," I started.
"Really..? And who might those members be?" Kenshin asked.
I sighed and imagined their faces.
"Okina- he said he's like my father. Then, Omasu and Okon- like my cousins..." I enumerated. "And then, Misao- she's like my imouto. She's a sweet girl, very carefree and light. I admire her childish attitude."
I seemed to see her pretty face again. She was laughing and her big blue eyes were sparkling in delight. Her long braid behind her swung sideways as she ran on the ground.
"Who is Misao?" Kenshin asked politely. My vision of Misao quickly disappeared and I wished Kenshin just didn't interrupt my imaginations.
"She's Okina's granddaughter," I said.
"Oohh...I see. I wish I knew her," he said.
I looked at him and smirked. "You'll know her, too...someday."
@~~~~~
"Misao-kun, answer the damn phone! I'm cooking here," I heard Okon's loud voice. It echoed through my wooden door and- literally, it hurt my ear. I scowled then closed the comic book that I was reading. I stood up then went out.
I scratched my head and was a bit angry of everything. I wasn't in the right mood.
"Misao-kun..!"
Again...
I quickly ran downstairs then finally- reached the phone. My hand picked it up and brought it to my ear.
"Moshi, moshi..." the voice spoke. I was surprised to hear it.
"Who is this?" I just said, thinking that the person was too weird.
"May I talk to Ms. Misao Makimachi?" it replied.
"Oh, here I am. Who is this again?" I questioned.
"Misao, it's Soujiro...Have you forgotten your best friend?"
My mouth gaped. I covered my mouth by my hand and was shocked to know that it was Sou-kun.
"Misao?" he uttered.
"OH!!! Soujiro...so, what went into your mind and made you remember me?" I teased. I got a chair beside me and sat onto it.
"Nothing went into my mind. It's just that you are the only thing inside it, Misao," he sweetly elucidated. I chuckled heavily and was really amused with his explicit words.
"Seta Soujiro- you didn't change. You really know how to make me laugh like that."
Suddenly, I didn't expect him to be so quiet about it. I wondered if he had a problem- if he's just trying to hide his problem from me by making me feel that there was nothing wrong.
"It wasn't a joke," he spoke.
I was glad to hear his voice again. It was light, cheerful and very pleasing to my ears. "Yeah, yeah..." I said grumpily. "Well, let's just try to talk about something new. Like..."
"Like what?" he asked.
I thought for a minute. The very first thing- or rather...person- that went directly to my mind was...
Mr. Shinomori.
I grinned widely. But then, I didn't know why I quickly felt like that when I thought about him. I felt myself as it flushed slightly.
"Misao..?"
"Let's just...umm- talk about-"
"About you...I haven't heard anything about you since." He POLITELY interrupted.
I frowned slightly. I knitted my brows and felt so irritated about him. I didn't know why. But he was just too weird. Why would he want to talk about me?
"You're so weird, Sou-kun. Are you sure you want to talk about me? My life? My everyday routine? My boring customs?" I clarified.
"Hai."
'What is happening to him?' I thought.
"You are enough for me," he said interestingly.
"Nani?" I was confused.
"I mean...it's enough for me just to hear your own story, your own life," he explained.
"Soujiro, you know that I don't want anyone to know anything about me. And hello? I will be frank to you, my best friend. I don't exactly know what the hell went into you mind and made you-" I paused. "Made you become the man talking to me now...I just don't understand."
He didn't react. I thought for a while. Maybe I was too harsh to him. My words were just too sharp for a kind man like him. But I just can't control myself. He was too sweet. Exaggeratedly sweet. As if he likes me or whatever...
"Gomenasai..."
I was startled to hear him apologize. I felt humiliated and guilty of what I have done to him. He didn't have to say 'sorry' to a stupid gal like me.
"Demo...Ai shiteru, Misao-chan," he said, then instantly hung up.
Those were his last words and I was so stupefied to know his true feelings for me. I couldn't speak at that time. It was just...just too untrue.
Soujiro...How could he love me for such a short time?
TBC...
A/n: This is short. I can't make it longer. I've run out of ideas. But then, with the case of Soujiro- well, his glances for Misao has turned into love, get it? HAHAHA!!! Please review it!!! I beg you. Don't be too harsh!!! Thanks for the great reviews! I love them so much. Ja ne!!!
Promises
By: Killua K.
Chapter 3: Glances
@~~~~~
"I'll be back...promise," he spoke. Then he walked away from me.
Sunlight flooded the place but his broad muscular body blocked some of it as he paced away from me.
I admired him- the whole of him. From his eyes down to his feet. He was just so beautiful. He was like an angel. But then, his clueless eyes spoke nothing but grief and pain. I wonder why he felt that way.
Anyways, well, my cousins were very right about him. He had beautiful eyes, large shoulders but he was so quiet- especially, when Omasu and Okon left me there with him. He did not even look at me and talk to me.
But that was Ok for me, though.
Flashback:
He continued sipping from his cup.
I blushed tremendously.
It was the very FIRST time that I saw his face and his façade. I didn't know that this man that I personally annoyed so much would be so handsome like a prince. He had high cheekbones; green eyes (are Aoshi's eyes really green? -Killua K.), thin lips, bushy eyebrows and...well, everything is just so pretty about him. Though, he didn't seem to know how to smile.
He put his cup down on the low-eating table and looked up at the beautiful blue sky. He stared at everything around him and seemed to appreciate the small things that were involved in his sight. I was not really sure about his feelings that time, but surely, his eyes finally spoke of happiness and admiration of everything.
I took my eyes off him and looked down at my own cup. The soup was gone. I realized that I was finished eating. But then, I thought it would be fun seeing Mr. Shinomori that way. I scooped another spoonful of soup from the bowl in front of me and filled my cup. After that, I ate again. It was clear that I just used that act as an excuse of not leaving him there alone. I wanted to glanced at him and watched his every move and every sparkle of his green eyes. I really wanted to look at his glamorous masculine body and gorgeous face.
"OOOOOHHHH!!! This tastes great! I just love it," I cried foolishly then I turned my eyes to him and saw him looking at me too. I blushed tremendously. It was his eyes that made me do that girly thing- the blush thing.
Suddenly, out of the blue, surprisingly...
Well, that was how I felt. I was shocked. I didn't expect him to do that. It was just unnatural for a stoic man like him.
...he just smiled at me, anyway. Damn...
He was gorgeous. I widened my eyes in shock. He was too attractive. He stared at me and I did the girly thing again. I put my cup down on the table and wiped my lips by my hanky. I decided to talk to him, since he was in good mood. I looked up and again, I was surprised.
He stood up and was starting to walk away from me.
I was afraid. Afraid that he'll leave again and I'd never get that chance in my life- never again.
"Where are you going, Mr. Shinomori?" I hesitated to ask further questions. I just wanted to know where he'll go so I could even follow him.
He didn't reply. But I wasn't startled. I knew he does that sometimes. But then, it was still good if he even gave me a nice reply.
He turned back and looked at me. "I'll be back...promise," he answered me finally. Then he was gone.
I was disappointed there. He didn't answer my question. But...
At least I was relieved. He will still come back. He will not leave Aoiya yet. Maybe then, I'll have other chances of talking personally to him.
End of FB:
I rolled on my futon and kept on thinking about him. I really wondered why sometimes he's not in good mood or why sometimes he doesn't smile. He was a mystery to solve for me. And I know that by talking to him will clear things for me.
@~~~~~
"Why have you stopped, Aoshi?"
I glanced at him for a moment then took my eyes off him. He was still the same Battousai that I've known for years. The same red-haired man which still has the same old principles in life. Yes, it was still him. And nothing has practically changed about him.
"Okina is offering me another chance to live life anew. And I couldn't just reject that. I'm tired, Kenshin. It's been a very long time since I appreciated everything around me like this," I replied.
He chuckled. His eyes were violet and I've memorized their every movement whenever Kenshin would laugh or cry or be serious. Now, they turned into slits because of laughter.
"Okina is a great noble man. He knows what is right for everyone. And I believe what you have done is absolutely right for you, my friend," he said.
I decided to change the topic. I tried to think of something that we might talk about. Suddenly, I remembered Misao.
"I think I'm contented of what I have now. Everyone in Aoiya treats me like I'm one of the members of their family," I started.
"Really..? And who might those members be?" Kenshin asked.
I sighed and imagined their faces.
"Okina- he said he's like my father. Then, Omasu and Okon- like my cousins..." I enumerated. "And then, Misao- she's like my imouto. She's a sweet girl, very carefree and light. I admire her childish attitude."
I seemed to see her pretty face again. She was laughing and her big blue eyes were sparkling in delight. Her long braid behind her swung sideways as she ran on the ground.
"Who is Misao?" Kenshin asked politely. My vision of Misao quickly disappeared and I wished Kenshin just didn't interrupt my imaginations.
"She's Okina's granddaughter," I said.
"Oohh...I see. I wish I knew her," he said.
I looked at him and smirked. "You'll know her, too...someday."
@~~~~~
"Misao-kun, answer the damn phone! I'm cooking here," I heard Okon's loud voice. It echoed through my wooden door and- literally, it hurt my ear. I scowled then closed the comic book that I was reading. I stood up then went out.
I scratched my head and was a bit angry of everything. I wasn't in the right mood.
"Misao-kun..!"
Again...
I quickly ran downstairs then finally- reached the phone. My hand picked it up and brought it to my ear.
"Moshi, moshi..." the voice spoke. I was surprised to hear it.
"Who is this?" I just said, thinking that the person was too weird.
"May I talk to Ms. Misao Makimachi?" it replied.
"Oh, here I am. Who is this again?" I questioned.
"Misao, it's Soujiro...Have you forgotten your best friend?"
My mouth gaped. I covered my mouth by my hand and was shocked to know that it was Sou-kun.
"Misao?" he uttered.
"OH!!! Soujiro...so, what went into your mind and made you remember me?" I teased. I got a chair beside me and sat onto it.
"Nothing went into my mind. It's just that you are the only thing inside it, Misao," he sweetly elucidated. I chuckled heavily and was really amused with his explicit words.
"Seta Soujiro- you didn't change. You really know how to make me laugh like that."
Suddenly, I didn't expect him to be so quiet about it. I wondered if he had a problem- if he's just trying to hide his problem from me by making me feel that there was nothing wrong.
"It wasn't a joke," he spoke.
I was glad to hear his voice again. It was light, cheerful and very pleasing to my ears. "Yeah, yeah..." I said grumpily. "Well, let's just try to talk about something new. Like..."
"Like what?" he asked.
I thought for a minute. The very first thing- or rather...person- that went directly to my mind was...
Mr. Shinomori.
I grinned widely. But then, I didn't know why I quickly felt like that when I thought about him. I felt myself as it flushed slightly.
"Misao..?"
"Let's just...umm- talk about-"
"About you...I haven't heard anything about you since." He POLITELY interrupted.
I frowned slightly. I knitted my brows and felt so irritated about him. I didn't know why. But he was just too weird. Why would he want to talk about me?
"You're so weird, Sou-kun. Are you sure you want to talk about me? My life? My everyday routine? My boring customs?" I clarified.
"Hai."
'What is happening to him?' I thought.
"You are enough for me," he said interestingly.
"Nani?" I was confused.
"I mean...it's enough for me just to hear your own story, your own life," he explained.
"Soujiro, you know that I don't want anyone to know anything about me. And hello? I will be frank to you, my best friend. I don't exactly know what the hell went into you mind and made you-" I paused. "Made you become the man talking to me now...I just don't understand."
He didn't react. I thought for a while. Maybe I was too harsh to him. My words were just too sharp for a kind man like him. But I just can't control myself. He was too sweet. Exaggeratedly sweet. As if he likes me or whatever...
"Gomenasai..."
I was startled to hear him apologize. I felt humiliated and guilty of what I have done to him. He didn't have to say 'sorry' to a stupid gal like me.
"Demo...Ai shiteru, Misao-chan," he said, then instantly hung up.
Those were his last words and I was so stupefied to know his true feelings for me. I couldn't speak at that time. It was just...just too untrue.
Soujiro...How could he love me for such a short time?
TBC...
A/n: This is short. I can't make it longer. I've run out of ideas. But then, with the case of Soujiro- well, his glances for Misao has turned into love, get it? HAHAHA!!! Please review it!!! I beg you. Don't be too harsh!!! Thanks for the great reviews! I love them so much. Ja ne!!!