1 Well, I didn't think it was such a chalenge to figure out who killed her,
but a little cliffhanger isn't bad once in a while. The next couple of
chapters will be entirelly Aoshi/Misao bonding. So, we'll have tons of
fuzzy and lovey scenes.
Once again, I'd like to thank Moon for correcting my grammar and commenting. Thaks!!!!!!
2 RK & Highlander Crossover
Chapter 5
"Hey! Sleepy head."
What was happening? Misao could swear she had seen him, but that was impossible. Wasn't it? Of course it was! He had been dead for years now and what she had seen had been purely her imagination playing tricks on her.
But he looked so real! His traces were so strong in that picture, that she doubted very much she could ever make up something like that.
"Misao, open your eyes. I know you're awake."
She would open her eyes and she would be in her apartment in Paris. She would be in her huge bed, with the warm French sun in her face. She would have never seen Nicolai in Prague, she would have never seen Saitoh again and, most certainly, she would have not seen Shinomori Aoshi. So, Misao opened her eyes.
But she didn't see her ceiling, the one she had designed especially for her. No, she saw a wood and velvet ceiling. That wasn't, for starters, her room. Not in Paris, not in Kyoto and not in that place where she didn't know where she was. This was a new room. There was a lot of light shining inside the room and Misao could hear steps on the floor.
"Finally!"
Misao slowly turned her head right. How does one describe something like what was happening to Misao? She was, all of a sudden, realizing that what she most firmly believed was a lie. Aoshi-sama… was… not… dead…
"You look like you've seen a ghost." He said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
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Saitoh took a drag from his cigarette. That was his last one. He had to go out and buy a new pack. Saitoh looked anxiously at the phone. He was expecting a very important phone call, so he couldn't leave home right now. Saitoh looked around, trying to find someone who would go buy him his pack. Might as well forget it! Since he was an Immortal bachelor, he lived all alone with only a cleaning lady (that came in the mornings) and the occasional lovers.
So he was all alone. Waiting for an important call. With no cigarettes… He was feeling the need for another already.
"Got to get rid of this habit." He said, putting the cigarette out.
Since Misao had disappeared, he had received three phone calls from Nicolai, and Saitoh was starting to feel bothered with the man. Sure, he had lied to him! He knew perfectly well where Misao was, but he wouldn't tell him even if he was paid. A plan that had went on for months couldn't be ruined because of one scared little man, who thought he owned the girl. Saitoh had sworn he would keep it a secret, even if he didn't agreed with the methods.
"Misao's going to have the surprise of her life."
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"You're not very talkative today, are you?" He asked. "I've been informed that you didn't stop asking questions to the servants about me. Well… here I am."
He knew that this was going to happen. He couldn't expect her to simply accept that he had been alive all that time and hadn't contacted her. She was looking at him, as if to make sure he was not an illusion. Her eyes were still the same, that beautiful blue. Well, they were not exactly the same. They seemed more lived… In a way, they had to be. Even if an Immortal didn't maintain his physical aspect, the eyes were still the doors for one's soul. Well, at least hers were.
"Misao, aren't you going to welcome me back?"
She moved then. She rose from his bed and walked to him in unsure steps. She poked his chest with a finger, trying to figure out what was happening.
"Wow!" Was the only thing she said, then she sat down again on his bed. Aoshi couldn't stop himself from looking at her. Sure, she was just as he had seen her last, but he had found out along time ago that he had missed her terribly; The sight of her was a sight for sore eyes. Her hair was not as long as it used to be, but he found himself liking the change. From the photos of her that Saitoh had got for him, he knew she used to have very short hair. He had his computer full of documents about her: he knew about her life with Adrien, of her work for the English government, of her life as a painter in France, etc… He knew she had fought a lot to live without trying to kill anyone, but an Immortal's life was one constant fight. Sometimes, the game didn't allow the two to walk away with life. He knew of the ones she had been forced to kill and the paths she had chosen in her life.
"I was just like that when I found out I was an Immortal." Aoshi said, sitting by her side. "You don't even want to know how I was when I saw a photo of you in the beginning of the 20th century!"
Misao covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.
"Of course." She said.
"What?" Aoshi asked.
"I should have remembered. I felt you, the day I was made Immortal. God! How could I forget?" Misao leaned back and looked at the ceiling.
"You felt me? Well, I had already understood that you were made Immortal before me, because I never felt you. I was killed a month after you were gone. To China, I've been told." He said, looking at her. "I'm sorry I never told you."
"Why didn't you?" Aoshi could see by her voice that she was still very much shocked. He laid back next to her and stared at the ceiling too.
"Never managed to summon the guts, I guess." He answered with a small voice. "I've been here all this time, working for different bosses and, lately, I've been working with Saitoh on this Immortal group of killers' case. One month ago he told me he was going to contact you, and said that he needed you in Kyoto, so I made up my mind. I couldn't exactly work with you and not tell you, could I?"
He sighed when she didn't answer, but then he felt her move, turning to see his face. He felt her hand caressing his arm softly. He had prepared himself for a slap in the face or anything worst, but she was just too shocked. And now she was touching him. Aoshi had spent all the last years reliving his moments with her, since her birth: her little pranks as a little girl, her hope as a young woman and her love, to that day when he had, with some words, made her move away from him. Until he saw her photo, in England, he had always blamed himself for her leaving. Well, he had to admit he still blamed himself. He could very well imagine her pain when she left all her family and friends behind.
"Why did you kill me yesterday?" She asked, moving her warm hand away from his arm.
"I'm sorry. I know it hurt, but I had to get you out of that place fast and I knew that if I came and got you in any other way you wouldn't have come. You would probably stare at me and then that… guy that lives with you would come and we would still be there."
"So you thought it would be quicker if you killed me?!" Misao asked, with a look of disbelief on her face. "That was stupid and thoughtless! And why the hell did you needed to get me out of there?"
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The room wasn't all that big, but it was very cozy, with all the things Aoshi needed to make it his favorite. He came there every night to see all her photos and small videos he had got over the years. After some time he had faced the fact that he had become a stalker. He would stare at photos of her taken clandestinely for hours, marveling at her smile, eyes, everything about her.
He had known she had arrived safely to Kyoto, but had been very undecided about what to do about her. Saitoh had told him she was the same, but, at the same time, completely different from what she had been. 'Well, you knew her better, you'll tell me later, won't you?' The man had said. He longed for her! Frankly, he didn't know if it was because he needed something familiar to be with, after all those years and the ones to come, or if his metabolism had simply found it was impossible to breath, eat, walk and talk without her.
Then he had received the invitation. Shirai, his trusted butler, had brought his mail over the usual silver platter. Between eight common letters rested a large envelope addressed to him, with an intricate letter. Aoshi, after opening it, had found a very formal invitation for a party. But not any party, no! Aoshi, as being a "young" bachelor that, he had found, the ladies adored, was very often invited to parties. But this was a special party. For starters, it seemed like the hosts called it "The Immortal Party" and, apparently, it was for Immortals only. Aoshi had been alarmed that people knew what he was. Could it be that one of his Immortal friends had shared that information with another Immortal? He had asked Saitoh about the hosts, Kurisumi and Heiji, but he had very little to report about the couple. Apparently they were husband and wife for three centuries and had just returned to Tokyo. Considering that the news about the late Immortal slaughtering wasn't exactly broadcasted all over the country, they most probably didn't know and that party was a great excuse for some more slaughtering.
Then Saitoh had suggested that he take Misao with him, since they need trusty people working in the party and they both didn't know anyone more trust worthy than Misao. The party was to take place in a huge mansion outside Tokyo, on the sixth of November. So he had to decide and move fast if he wanted to take Misao.
He had asked Saitoh for Misao's address and had parked his car outside her building, waiting. He had seen her get home in the rain, with her head bowed and, after a while, had seen her leave with Saitoh and that other one, Nicolai. According to Saitoh, the man was a puss. He had entered his country's army when the war had broke lose, but had gone instantly to an office job and had never set foot on the field. Saitoh had only brought him along because he needed someone to convince Misao and, to Aoshi extreme dislike as well as Saitoh's, he was the one capable.
They had returned and Saitoh had signaled him to move, then drove off. Aoshi, after some minutes, entered the building and called the elevator. While it took him to her floor, Aoshi could feel his heart beating wildly and his breathing wasn't even. His hands were sweaty, for God's sake!
Saitoh had given him the flat's keys, so when the elevator's doors opened, he took them out. He walked to her door and tried to listen. He heard a man's voice, so maybe it was too early to enter. He stayed there against the door for a long time, until the silence filled his brain and calmed his fears. He made the least amount of noise he could and entered. The room was dark, but he could see, thanks to the light coming from the window that he was in a living room. The first thing he felt was her smell, not the sensation he got when another was around. But, as soon as he was in the corridor looking inside a room where a light came, that sensation came eventually. She was turning the computer off and he could see by her rigid back that she had felt him too. He saw the glint of a sword shine against the night's light, and she tried to reach it. Without thinking what was his plan, Aoshi pushed the sword away and tried to catch her. He heard her ask him something, but he only caught the sound of her voice and not the words. They were running around like cat and mouse, but Aoshi had already decided who was going to win. She had gotten quick over the years and her body language didn't give her away like it used to, but it showed self-confidence.
He felt himself take out his small kodashi and lunge at her. She managed to escape him once, but he saw her look around and knew she had lost him. He grabbed her from behind and, trying hard not to think what he was doing, stabbed her in the chest and covered her mouth. He felt her fight a bit and even throw up. Then she died. He caught her before she hit the floor and moved to the corridor. His heart told him to look at her, but he had to get out of there before the other one felt him. Aoshi opened the front door and got to the elevator. While the elevator didn't come, he hid the blood stain in Misao's chest and prayed nobody was in the elevator. The doors opened and Aoshi got in. Empty.
Outside the building he opened his car and, even knowing he should place Misao in the trunk in case the cops stopped him, he placed her in the sit by his side. He turned the car on and rode off, until he got to his house outside Tokyo.
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"So, you're Saitoh's partner in all this?" Misao asked, while they ate dinner.
"I control the operations in Tokyo, yes." Aoshi answered. "I found it was… easier to work outside Kyoto."
Misao nodded. He could see her head hurt with all the information she received in the last hours. She had barely eaten, even if it was one of her favorites, and she kept looking at him.
"I still can't believe you're alive! I don't know if I should be pissed off or pleased." She admitted.
"Both, I hoped." Aoshi answered, dismissing the two waiters that were serving them. Aoshi could also feel Misao's curiosity towards his employees. "The truth is, Misao, I missed you."
"You don't say…" Misao answered, sarcastically. He knew that wasn't the right thing to say to the new Misao… no, the wrong thing to say to her after breaking her heart. She was not a toy he could play with and he had to find a way to know this new her and to get close to her.
"Will you go with me to that party, Misao?" He asked, having decided that talking business was safest. "I need someone that I trust."
"It's in four days, right?" Aoshi nodded. "Well, you get me a dress I like and that fits and I'll go."
"Arigatou, Misao." Aoshi said, letting a small smile cover his lips. "I'll find you the most beautiful dress you have ever seen."
"I wouldn't be so certain, I've worn the most beautiful dresses the courts of France, Germany and the English government have seen." Misao said, remembering Adrien.
"I know." Watching her arched brow, he went on. "I also have access to the Watchers main frame and you're there too. And the portraits you have made."
"Speaking of which, don't you think that our access to their main frame is too easy?" Misao asked, remembering her talk to Nicolai. Aoshi smiled.
"Of course it is. They're setting a trap for us. It's up to us to fall in it or not. They let us know what they want us to know. Fortunately, modesty aside, Saitoh and I are the best at what we do and we've been able to save all of us from their grasp." He said, taking a sip from his wine. "You see, we're fighting amongst our own and the outsiders. We have to be very careful who we trust. Many friends I knew a long time ago are dead and I don't intend letting it go on, with a war amongst us and with a strict group of the Watchers."
"What about the rest of the Watchers? What do they think of all this?" Misao asked.
"Most of them are good people. Unfortunately, we don't know the good ones from the bad, aside from two or three we trust our lives with." Aoshi said. "And the big problem for them is that they know as much as we do. They don't know who to trust! That group has closed itself and no one gets inside."
Some minutes passed without a word being said. Misao looked at the ceiling and sighed. It was a huge house!
"How did you get this house?" She asked.
"Probably the same way you got yours in Paris and the other one in England. Like everyone does: I bought it." He answered, taking another sip from his wine and cleaning his lips with his napkin.
"You seem to know all my life, but I know very little of yours." Misao said, raising from her chair across the table and moving to one near his. "Tell me about it. I want to hear all of it and since I don't know if you've became this talkative or if this is just tonight, I have to grab the chance, don't I?" Aoshi smiled. "You're even smiling now!"
"You know, I'd forgotten what it was like, living with you. We'll never have a hole in our conversation as long as you're here." He sighed. "This will take some time."
"That's alright. After all, we have eternity."
The next chapter will be Aoshi's story and a bit of Misao's, so nothing much will happen. Thanks for reading and, don't forget, review!
JA!
MaRiAnA
Once again, I'd like to thank Moon for correcting my grammar and commenting. Thaks!!!!!!
2 RK & Highlander Crossover
Chapter 5
"Hey! Sleepy head."
What was happening? Misao could swear she had seen him, but that was impossible. Wasn't it? Of course it was! He had been dead for years now and what she had seen had been purely her imagination playing tricks on her.
But he looked so real! His traces were so strong in that picture, that she doubted very much she could ever make up something like that.
"Misao, open your eyes. I know you're awake."
She would open her eyes and she would be in her apartment in Paris. She would be in her huge bed, with the warm French sun in her face. She would have never seen Nicolai in Prague, she would have never seen Saitoh again and, most certainly, she would have not seen Shinomori Aoshi. So, Misao opened her eyes.
But she didn't see her ceiling, the one she had designed especially for her. No, she saw a wood and velvet ceiling. That wasn't, for starters, her room. Not in Paris, not in Kyoto and not in that place where she didn't know where she was. This was a new room. There was a lot of light shining inside the room and Misao could hear steps on the floor.
"Finally!"
Misao slowly turned her head right. How does one describe something like what was happening to Misao? She was, all of a sudden, realizing that what she most firmly believed was a lie. Aoshi-sama… was… not… dead…
"You look like you've seen a ghost." He said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
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Saitoh took a drag from his cigarette. That was his last one. He had to go out and buy a new pack. Saitoh looked anxiously at the phone. He was expecting a very important phone call, so he couldn't leave home right now. Saitoh looked around, trying to find someone who would go buy him his pack. Might as well forget it! Since he was an Immortal bachelor, he lived all alone with only a cleaning lady (that came in the mornings) and the occasional lovers.
So he was all alone. Waiting for an important call. With no cigarettes… He was feeling the need for another already.
"Got to get rid of this habit." He said, putting the cigarette out.
Since Misao had disappeared, he had received three phone calls from Nicolai, and Saitoh was starting to feel bothered with the man. Sure, he had lied to him! He knew perfectly well where Misao was, but he wouldn't tell him even if he was paid. A plan that had went on for months couldn't be ruined because of one scared little man, who thought he owned the girl. Saitoh had sworn he would keep it a secret, even if he didn't agreed with the methods.
"Misao's going to have the surprise of her life."
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"You're not very talkative today, are you?" He asked. "I've been informed that you didn't stop asking questions to the servants about me. Well… here I am."
He knew that this was going to happen. He couldn't expect her to simply accept that he had been alive all that time and hadn't contacted her. She was looking at him, as if to make sure he was not an illusion. Her eyes were still the same, that beautiful blue. Well, they were not exactly the same. They seemed more lived… In a way, they had to be. Even if an Immortal didn't maintain his physical aspect, the eyes were still the doors for one's soul. Well, at least hers were.
"Misao, aren't you going to welcome me back?"
She moved then. She rose from his bed and walked to him in unsure steps. She poked his chest with a finger, trying to figure out what was happening.
"Wow!" Was the only thing she said, then she sat down again on his bed. Aoshi couldn't stop himself from looking at her. Sure, she was just as he had seen her last, but he had found out along time ago that he had missed her terribly; The sight of her was a sight for sore eyes. Her hair was not as long as it used to be, but he found himself liking the change. From the photos of her that Saitoh had got for him, he knew she used to have very short hair. He had his computer full of documents about her: he knew about her life with Adrien, of her work for the English government, of her life as a painter in France, etc… He knew she had fought a lot to live without trying to kill anyone, but an Immortal's life was one constant fight. Sometimes, the game didn't allow the two to walk away with life. He knew of the ones she had been forced to kill and the paths she had chosen in her life.
"I was just like that when I found out I was an Immortal." Aoshi said, sitting by her side. "You don't even want to know how I was when I saw a photo of you in the beginning of the 20th century!"
Misao covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.
"Of course." She said.
"What?" Aoshi asked.
"I should have remembered. I felt you, the day I was made Immortal. God! How could I forget?" Misao leaned back and looked at the ceiling.
"You felt me? Well, I had already understood that you were made Immortal before me, because I never felt you. I was killed a month after you were gone. To China, I've been told." He said, looking at her. "I'm sorry I never told you."
"Why didn't you?" Aoshi could see by her voice that she was still very much shocked. He laid back next to her and stared at the ceiling too.
"Never managed to summon the guts, I guess." He answered with a small voice. "I've been here all this time, working for different bosses and, lately, I've been working with Saitoh on this Immortal group of killers' case. One month ago he told me he was going to contact you, and said that he needed you in Kyoto, so I made up my mind. I couldn't exactly work with you and not tell you, could I?"
He sighed when she didn't answer, but then he felt her move, turning to see his face. He felt her hand caressing his arm softly. He had prepared himself for a slap in the face or anything worst, but she was just too shocked. And now she was touching him. Aoshi had spent all the last years reliving his moments with her, since her birth: her little pranks as a little girl, her hope as a young woman and her love, to that day when he had, with some words, made her move away from him. Until he saw her photo, in England, he had always blamed himself for her leaving. Well, he had to admit he still blamed himself. He could very well imagine her pain when she left all her family and friends behind.
"Why did you kill me yesterday?" She asked, moving her warm hand away from his arm.
"I'm sorry. I know it hurt, but I had to get you out of that place fast and I knew that if I came and got you in any other way you wouldn't have come. You would probably stare at me and then that… guy that lives with you would come and we would still be there."
"So you thought it would be quicker if you killed me?!" Misao asked, with a look of disbelief on her face. "That was stupid and thoughtless! And why the hell did you needed to get me out of there?"
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The room wasn't all that big, but it was very cozy, with all the things Aoshi needed to make it his favorite. He came there every night to see all her photos and small videos he had got over the years. After some time he had faced the fact that he had become a stalker. He would stare at photos of her taken clandestinely for hours, marveling at her smile, eyes, everything about her.
He had known she had arrived safely to Kyoto, but had been very undecided about what to do about her. Saitoh had told him she was the same, but, at the same time, completely different from what she had been. 'Well, you knew her better, you'll tell me later, won't you?' The man had said. He longed for her! Frankly, he didn't know if it was because he needed something familiar to be with, after all those years and the ones to come, or if his metabolism had simply found it was impossible to breath, eat, walk and talk without her.
Then he had received the invitation. Shirai, his trusted butler, had brought his mail over the usual silver platter. Between eight common letters rested a large envelope addressed to him, with an intricate letter. Aoshi, after opening it, had found a very formal invitation for a party. But not any party, no! Aoshi, as being a "young" bachelor that, he had found, the ladies adored, was very often invited to parties. But this was a special party. For starters, it seemed like the hosts called it "The Immortal Party" and, apparently, it was for Immortals only. Aoshi had been alarmed that people knew what he was. Could it be that one of his Immortal friends had shared that information with another Immortal? He had asked Saitoh about the hosts, Kurisumi and Heiji, but he had very little to report about the couple. Apparently they were husband and wife for three centuries and had just returned to Tokyo. Considering that the news about the late Immortal slaughtering wasn't exactly broadcasted all over the country, they most probably didn't know and that party was a great excuse for some more slaughtering.
Then Saitoh had suggested that he take Misao with him, since they need trusty people working in the party and they both didn't know anyone more trust worthy than Misao. The party was to take place in a huge mansion outside Tokyo, on the sixth of November. So he had to decide and move fast if he wanted to take Misao.
He had asked Saitoh for Misao's address and had parked his car outside her building, waiting. He had seen her get home in the rain, with her head bowed and, after a while, had seen her leave with Saitoh and that other one, Nicolai. According to Saitoh, the man was a puss. He had entered his country's army when the war had broke lose, but had gone instantly to an office job and had never set foot on the field. Saitoh had only brought him along because he needed someone to convince Misao and, to Aoshi extreme dislike as well as Saitoh's, he was the one capable.
They had returned and Saitoh had signaled him to move, then drove off. Aoshi, after some minutes, entered the building and called the elevator. While it took him to her floor, Aoshi could feel his heart beating wildly and his breathing wasn't even. His hands were sweaty, for God's sake!
Saitoh had given him the flat's keys, so when the elevator's doors opened, he took them out. He walked to her door and tried to listen. He heard a man's voice, so maybe it was too early to enter. He stayed there against the door for a long time, until the silence filled his brain and calmed his fears. He made the least amount of noise he could and entered. The room was dark, but he could see, thanks to the light coming from the window that he was in a living room. The first thing he felt was her smell, not the sensation he got when another was around. But, as soon as he was in the corridor looking inside a room where a light came, that sensation came eventually. She was turning the computer off and he could see by her rigid back that she had felt him too. He saw the glint of a sword shine against the night's light, and she tried to reach it. Without thinking what was his plan, Aoshi pushed the sword away and tried to catch her. He heard her ask him something, but he only caught the sound of her voice and not the words. They were running around like cat and mouse, but Aoshi had already decided who was going to win. She had gotten quick over the years and her body language didn't give her away like it used to, but it showed self-confidence.
He felt himself take out his small kodashi and lunge at her. She managed to escape him once, but he saw her look around and knew she had lost him. He grabbed her from behind and, trying hard not to think what he was doing, stabbed her in the chest and covered her mouth. He felt her fight a bit and even throw up. Then she died. He caught her before she hit the floor and moved to the corridor. His heart told him to look at her, but he had to get out of there before the other one felt him. Aoshi opened the front door and got to the elevator. While the elevator didn't come, he hid the blood stain in Misao's chest and prayed nobody was in the elevator. The doors opened and Aoshi got in. Empty.
Outside the building he opened his car and, even knowing he should place Misao in the trunk in case the cops stopped him, he placed her in the sit by his side. He turned the car on and rode off, until he got to his house outside Tokyo.
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"So, you're Saitoh's partner in all this?" Misao asked, while they ate dinner.
"I control the operations in Tokyo, yes." Aoshi answered. "I found it was… easier to work outside Kyoto."
Misao nodded. He could see her head hurt with all the information she received in the last hours. She had barely eaten, even if it was one of her favorites, and she kept looking at him.
"I still can't believe you're alive! I don't know if I should be pissed off or pleased." She admitted.
"Both, I hoped." Aoshi answered, dismissing the two waiters that were serving them. Aoshi could also feel Misao's curiosity towards his employees. "The truth is, Misao, I missed you."
"You don't say…" Misao answered, sarcastically. He knew that wasn't the right thing to say to the new Misao… no, the wrong thing to say to her after breaking her heart. She was not a toy he could play with and he had to find a way to know this new her and to get close to her.
"Will you go with me to that party, Misao?" He asked, having decided that talking business was safest. "I need someone that I trust."
"It's in four days, right?" Aoshi nodded. "Well, you get me a dress I like and that fits and I'll go."
"Arigatou, Misao." Aoshi said, letting a small smile cover his lips. "I'll find you the most beautiful dress you have ever seen."
"I wouldn't be so certain, I've worn the most beautiful dresses the courts of France, Germany and the English government have seen." Misao said, remembering Adrien.
"I know." Watching her arched brow, he went on. "I also have access to the Watchers main frame and you're there too. And the portraits you have made."
"Speaking of which, don't you think that our access to their main frame is too easy?" Misao asked, remembering her talk to Nicolai. Aoshi smiled.
"Of course it is. They're setting a trap for us. It's up to us to fall in it or not. They let us know what they want us to know. Fortunately, modesty aside, Saitoh and I are the best at what we do and we've been able to save all of us from their grasp." He said, taking a sip from his wine. "You see, we're fighting amongst our own and the outsiders. We have to be very careful who we trust. Many friends I knew a long time ago are dead and I don't intend letting it go on, with a war amongst us and with a strict group of the Watchers."
"What about the rest of the Watchers? What do they think of all this?" Misao asked.
"Most of them are good people. Unfortunately, we don't know the good ones from the bad, aside from two or three we trust our lives with." Aoshi said. "And the big problem for them is that they know as much as we do. They don't know who to trust! That group has closed itself and no one gets inside."
Some minutes passed without a word being said. Misao looked at the ceiling and sighed. It was a huge house!
"How did you get this house?" She asked.
"Probably the same way you got yours in Paris and the other one in England. Like everyone does: I bought it." He answered, taking another sip from his wine and cleaning his lips with his napkin.
"You seem to know all my life, but I know very little of yours." Misao said, raising from her chair across the table and moving to one near his. "Tell me about it. I want to hear all of it and since I don't know if you've became this talkative or if this is just tonight, I have to grab the chance, don't I?" Aoshi smiled. "You're even smiling now!"
"You know, I'd forgotten what it was like, living with you. We'll never have a hole in our conversation as long as you're here." He sighed. "This will take some time."
"That's alright. After all, we have eternity."
The next chapter will be Aoshi's story and a bit of Misao's, so nothing much will happen. Thanks for reading and, don't forget, review!
JA!
MaRiAnA