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Chapter 2
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At sunrise, I made my way down the big old tree. Suddenly, there was a loud shrill cry. I looked down at the little bundle of white in my arms when it occurred to me. Little Misao-chan was hungry. "Shh. please wait a few hours more Misao-chan while we go look for your mother alright?" I tried to clam her down by gently rocking her. I began panicking as she did not stop crying, instead, her wails grew louder. Bummer! I forgot, she could not talk! Worried, I took out my water container that I brought before we left. I gave some water to Misao at least it could cease her thirst. Tried as I could, she kept spitting the water back out, wetting the little bundle that kept her warm. I was about to break down and cry myself, but I remember reading that one might get hypothermia if they remained in wet clothing. I immediately peeled away the wet cloth that wrapped the infant before something fell out. I looked down to see a water bag. I sipped a bit of the content. Wait a second. that's not water, I thought. Then it occurred to me. the bag was filled with milk! Now, why didn't I notice this earlier? Glad, I wrapped little Misao in a spare blanket I had packed and fed her with the milk. Just then, a thought made me sick. "Eew. I just drank baby's milk!"
After Misao was done, we headed back to the head quarters. By the time we reached there, it was already noon. I looked around to fine no the place a wreck. "Look, there's Aoshi!" I heard Omasu's voice calling out. I turned at her direction, to see her in bandages. "Aoshi, the Okashira wishes to see you." Hannya informed me as I gave a slight nod. When I looked entered the room, the Okashira looked as wrecked as the state of our fortress. He turned and ran up to me. "Aoshi, where's Miyuki? Where's Misao." He asked me, with such a worried look. "Misao's here with me sir," I showed him the little infant fast asleep in my arms all wrapped up. For a moment he looked glad. "but." "But what?" once again he got all panicky. "Makimachi-san asked me to take Misao and run as some spies managed to track us down. Meanwhile she stayed to hold them off. After that, I never heard from her. I thought she had already returned." I watched as his eyes grew wide as silenced entered the room. Suddenly, a tap came from the sliding door. "Okashira, may I speak to you?" It was Shigure- san. "Aa." The door slid open. "Okashira, I'm afraid I may have some bad news. There's been a report concerning Makimachi Miyuki." I watched as Okashira's eyes went anxious. "Some of the members found her body lying in the forest." Once again the room fell silent as the okashira collapsed on his knees, on the verge of breakdown. "Okashi." before I can finish, Shigure-san shook his head as he motioned me to leave with Misao. "What happened?" Okon and Omasu asked me eagerly as I we sat in the room, with Misao in the futon, sleeping soundlessly. The older members asked if they could help me with Misao, but I politely refused. After all, I had myself as Misao's protector. "Makimachi bachan died. They found her body in the forest this morning." Hannya sighed. "That's sad. Looks like Misao-chan is left with no parents." My eyes widen at that comment. "What do you men with no parents?" I asked curiously. "Didn't you hear? Makimachi-san died trying to protect the Okashira." Shirojou replied. "Yeah. Probably that's why Okashira broke down. He lost both his son and his daughter in law, leaving him with only a little baby as his kin." I peered down at Misao's little sleeping form. I felt I had more need to protect her now.
Months went by and soon, Misao was a year old. "Misao-chan!" I heard Okon running around chasing after little Misao. For a little toddler, boy, can she run. Even Okon and Omasu could not keep up with her. "Aoshi! Please go get Misao!" Okon finally gave up as I stood up sighing as I went after her. "Misao-chan." Misao suddenly stopped and waddled towards my and hugged my leg with her little arms. I smiled down at her, with my fringe covering my face as I picked her up. At that time I could feel Okon and Omasu's eyes glaring at me in disbelieve. "Now how did you do that? Gosh, sometimes I think you have this secret charm on the child!" "Well, can't help it. He's always been around Misao ever since the attack, till he doesn't have enough time to play with us." Shirojou shrugged as the rest agreed. "Yeah Aoshi. Lately, you seemed a lot more distant from us." Kurojou added as I suddenly stopped at my tracks. Now that comment had hit me hard. I hate to admit it, but I HAVE been more distant. I knew I had been busy looking after Misao as she seemed to refuse going to other people, even Okashira himself, but I had not realize I had been that detached from my friends. Just then Misao squealed happily, breaking me away from my thoughts. Once again, seeing her always seem to cheer me up. I just can't help but feel attached to her. I, Shinomori Aoshi was addicted to a little girl named Misao.
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Chapter 2
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At sunrise, I made my way down the big old tree. Suddenly, there was a loud shrill cry. I looked down at the little bundle of white in my arms when it occurred to me. Little Misao-chan was hungry. "Shh. please wait a few hours more Misao-chan while we go look for your mother alright?" I tried to clam her down by gently rocking her. I began panicking as she did not stop crying, instead, her wails grew louder. Bummer! I forgot, she could not talk! Worried, I took out my water container that I brought before we left. I gave some water to Misao at least it could cease her thirst. Tried as I could, she kept spitting the water back out, wetting the little bundle that kept her warm. I was about to break down and cry myself, but I remember reading that one might get hypothermia if they remained in wet clothing. I immediately peeled away the wet cloth that wrapped the infant before something fell out. I looked down to see a water bag. I sipped a bit of the content. Wait a second. that's not water, I thought. Then it occurred to me. the bag was filled with milk! Now, why didn't I notice this earlier? Glad, I wrapped little Misao in a spare blanket I had packed and fed her with the milk. Just then, a thought made me sick. "Eew. I just drank baby's milk!"
After Misao was done, we headed back to the head quarters. By the time we reached there, it was already noon. I looked around to fine no the place a wreck. "Look, there's Aoshi!" I heard Omasu's voice calling out. I turned at her direction, to see her in bandages. "Aoshi, the Okashira wishes to see you." Hannya informed me as I gave a slight nod. When I looked entered the room, the Okashira looked as wrecked as the state of our fortress. He turned and ran up to me. "Aoshi, where's Miyuki? Where's Misao." He asked me, with such a worried look. "Misao's here with me sir," I showed him the little infant fast asleep in my arms all wrapped up. For a moment he looked glad. "but." "But what?" once again he got all panicky. "Makimachi-san asked me to take Misao and run as some spies managed to track us down. Meanwhile she stayed to hold them off. After that, I never heard from her. I thought she had already returned." I watched as his eyes grew wide as silenced entered the room. Suddenly, a tap came from the sliding door. "Okashira, may I speak to you?" It was Shigure- san. "Aa." The door slid open. "Okashira, I'm afraid I may have some bad news. There's been a report concerning Makimachi Miyuki." I watched as Okashira's eyes went anxious. "Some of the members found her body lying in the forest." Once again the room fell silent as the okashira collapsed on his knees, on the verge of breakdown. "Okashi." before I can finish, Shigure-san shook his head as he motioned me to leave with Misao. "What happened?" Okon and Omasu asked me eagerly as I we sat in the room, with Misao in the futon, sleeping soundlessly. The older members asked if they could help me with Misao, but I politely refused. After all, I had myself as Misao's protector. "Makimachi bachan died. They found her body in the forest this morning." Hannya sighed. "That's sad. Looks like Misao-chan is left with no parents." My eyes widen at that comment. "What do you men with no parents?" I asked curiously. "Didn't you hear? Makimachi-san died trying to protect the Okashira." Shirojou replied. "Yeah. Probably that's why Okashira broke down. He lost both his son and his daughter in law, leaving him with only a little baby as his kin." I peered down at Misao's little sleeping form. I felt I had more need to protect her now.
Months went by and soon, Misao was a year old. "Misao-chan!" I heard Okon running around chasing after little Misao. For a little toddler, boy, can she run. Even Okon and Omasu could not keep up with her. "Aoshi! Please go get Misao!" Okon finally gave up as I stood up sighing as I went after her. "Misao-chan." Misao suddenly stopped and waddled towards my and hugged my leg with her little arms. I smiled down at her, with my fringe covering my face as I picked her up. At that time I could feel Okon and Omasu's eyes glaring at me in disbelieve. "Now how did you do that? Gosh, sometimes I think you have this secret charm on the child!" "Well, can't help it. He's always been around Misao ever since the attack, till he doesn't have enough time to play with us." Shirojou shrugged as the rest agreed. "Yeah Aoshi. Lately, you seemed a lot more distant from us." Kurojou added as I suddenly stopped at my tracks. Now that comment had hit me hard. I hate to admit it, but I HAVE been more distant. I knew I had been busy looking after Misao as she seemed to refuse going to other people, even Okashira himself, but I had not realize I had been that detached from my friends. Just then Misao squealed happily, breaking me away from my thoughts. Once again, seeing her always seem to cheer me up. I just can't help but feel attached to her. I, Shinomori Aoshi was addicted to a little girl named Misao.