Disclaimer: Don't own Rurouni Kenshin or Angel by Sarah McLachlan
Author's Notes: Yay, finally got this chapter out!! My electricity went out earlier and I finally got it back!! I hope you all like this chapter!! Explains more about Tenshi!! If it seems too rushed, then it's because I need to focus on more important parts of the story. Thanks, Queen Aya of Mirkwood, for betaing!! You are much appreciated. Read, review, and enjoy!!
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
Tenshi was not a cruel person, and Misao knew this. No matter how hard Tenshi pushed her student, it was for her own good.
She would never intentionally hurt someone.
Months had passed in a whirlwind. Time just seemed to fly past the two women. So far they had accomplished many things.
Tenshi had taught Misao how to hide her ki so as to appear weak to opponents and have the element of surprise. Other things
were taught such as different styles of fighting, uses of different weapons, improvement on the kunai, speed & agility, and so
on.
Physical lessons weren't the only things taught to the Weasel Girl. Time and time again, she learned emotional lessons.
Tenshi and Misao were sitting on the porch of the dojo. They had finished their training for the day and were sharing evening
tea.
Misao's mind wandered off to Kyoto, to the Aoiya. She wondered what Jiya, Omasu, Okon, and what the rest of her family
was doing. Especially Aoshi. Misao kept a passsive face, but Tenshi could sense her discomfort.
"Miss your family, Misao?" Tenshi queried.
"Hai." Misao replied.
"And Shinomori-san?"
Misao sighed as she began thinking about her Aoshi-sama. She quickly shook her head so she would not dwell upon the
topic.
"Hai, I miss him also." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"It's okay, you know." Tenshi said. Misao looked towards her with a questioning look.
"What is?"
"To feel emotions like that. Sadness and sorrow. You don't have to hide them from me."
"Demo, Tenshi-sensei, why do you not show these feelings to me?" Misao went from sensei to sama with her teacher. Either
way, Tenshi didn't mind.
Tenshi grimaced at the comment and her eyes glazed a bit as she remembered her own pains.
"I try not to remember them." She simply answered. Misao understood and left the subject. Tenshi got up and went inside.
Misao thought she had crossed a line, but a few minutes she returned.
In her hands, she held a simple silver chain with a small mediallion. Misao's eyes widened as she realized what the medallion
was.
"The dragon...Just like from my dream," she gasped. Tenshi smiled and nodded. She looked towards the symbol in her hands.
The red dragon eating its own tail.
"It is a symbol for many things. Life, death, rebirth. Begining, middle, and end. Youth, adulthood, old age. So on." Tenshi
handed the necklace to Misao to put on.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Misao questioned. Tenshi acted like she didn't hear and went on,
"As you wear the symbol, remember what I have taught you and what I will teach you." Misao nodded. Tenshi again sat next
to her and showed Misao her own necklace.
"How many more necklaces are there?"
"Just these two. The one you wear was once mine and my own is my father's."
"What happened to him? And the rest of your family?" Misao blurted without realizing her folly. Tenshi looked towards the
ground for a moment and then looked the other woman straight in the eye.
"They died. There was a fire and a battle when I was very young and they died."
"Oh, Tenshi-sama, gomen nasai!" Misao apologized.
"It's all right. It's been a long time since I had a real friend to talk to." Misao grinned and hugged her sensei.
"Hai, Tenshi-sama! We're friends and soon we'll become best friends." Unshed tears glistened in Tenshi's eyes. No one had shown her sincere kindness like this in a very long time. She was touched by her student's affection.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Tenshi hugged her student back and they were at peace once again. Misao closed her eyes in the serenity. Tenshi was like
an older sister to her and Misao liked that.
She thought about how Tenshi called out to her in her time of pain. How she plucked her out of her sea of sadness. Misao
found comfort and peace in her teacher. Right now, she was in the arms of an angel and that was all that mattered.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Misao doubled over and panted for breath. She had watched Tenshi take her blow and then just stop the spar all together.
Was she angry?
"Do we continue, Tenshi-sama?" Misao
"Iie, Misao." Tenshi answered as she gasped for breath.
"Why not?"
"Because we have completed your physical training. You are as strong as I can possibly train you."
"But, where do we go from here?" Misao's voice quivered much as she tried to hide it. Only two people in the world would have
been able to catch. Aoshi and Tenshi. She was scared she'd have to leave and go back home, and she felt like she wasn't
ready.
"I'm not going to send you home just yet, Misao." Tenshi beamed warmly at her. Misao's dispostion brightened. "We still have
to go through some different kinds of training."
"Like what?"
"Training of the heart."
So from then on, Tenshi taught Misao that emotions were very delicate and precious things. For some, like Kaoru, they could
easily show their feelings, but others, like Aoshi, were more closed.
"People like Aoshi have been hurt severly and are afraid to show how they feel in worry that they might get hurt again. Or
maybe even hurt the one they care for." Tenshi explained as she Misao sat over dinner one time. Misao nodded as she took in
what had been said.
"Then why did he treat me so...harshly?" Misao asked.
"Perhaps he wanted to protect you from what he believes a dark future that he may give you." Tenshi simply shrugged. Misao
felt such clarity. Why hadn't she thought of this before?
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
A year has finally passed. Misao had completed all her training except for one last lesson. A lesson Tenshi was reluctant to
teach. Misao matured greatly. The innocence to the world in her eyes were gone except for a small sparkle, but in place was a
wonderful adult glow. Still, Misao was energy packed and fun-loving.
Tenshi and Misao were walking along the path where they had first met. They were reviewing old lessons and just chatting
about their lives.
"Times sure has passed, ne?" Misao bounced about around her friend. Tenshi smiled peacefully and nodded.
"It has, hasn't it?" Misao nodded vigorously in answer. Tenshi laughed at her silliness.
"It's sad these happy times are going to end soon." Tenshi said seriously. Misao stopped her bouncing and turned towards
her.
"What do you mean?"
"Our time together as student and teacher has passed. Another door of oppurtunies will open for you."
"But I don't want this to end!" Misao pleaded. Before Tenshi could answer, four men jumped out towards them.
"It's time for you to return, Kamikaze!" One hissed at Tenshi. Tenshi's eyes narrowed and she stood back to back with Misao.
Without speaking, they both got into action.
Misao took one down with a flick of her hand as her kunai soared towards him. The other she fought by hand. She gave
amazing kicks and punches at even more astonishing speed. She heard a groan and after she finished off her last opponent,
she turned towards Tenshi.
She found her kneeling on the ground with her hand clutching her side. Misao joined her on the ground and saw blood staining
her teacher's hands.
"Tenshi!" Misao cried forgetting the attachment. Tenshi looked up at her student and gave her same old smile.
"I guess it's now time for you to return to Kyoto."
"No, you're hurt! I can't leave now!" Misao protested. Tenshi shook her head.
"You must go home!" Misao never had another chance to protest because one of the men regained conciousness and began
attacking Tenshi. Misao was about to help, but Tenshi gave her a look she'd never seen from her sweet teacher before.
It was a look of authority and intensity. Misao turned towards the dojo to get her belongings. She began running and looked
back only once.
She saw Tenshi fighting fiercely and knew this was the end of a peaceful time. Tenshi had long known something bad was
brewing and now Misao could feel it as well.
Misao closed her eyes and kept running. She felt the wet tears trickle down her face.
You're in the arms of the angel
In the arms of the sweet angel no more.
Author's Notes: Hope ya'll liked it!! Remember to suggest a song!! in great need for some!! Next chapter is mainly focused on Aoshi missing Misao.
Ja ne! =^.^=
Crystal: Misao's not mad no more. Just gonna be in a rage, but not sad.
K-chan: I'm so glad you're still reading!!
Kyme-chan: You finally updated you're A/M fic!! Thanks for readin'!!
Nye-Yen: Aww, I'm glad you like it!! Keep reading for more!!
Author's Notes: Yay, finally got this chapter out!! My electricity went out earlier and I finally got it back!! I hope you all like this chapter!! Explains more about Tenshi!! If it seems too rushed, then it's because I need to focus on more important parts of the story. Thanks, Queen Aya of Mirkwood, for betaing!! You are much appreciated. Read, review, and enjoy!!
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
Tenshi was not a cruel person, and Misao knew this. No matter how hard Tenshi pushed her student, it was for her own good.
She would never intentionally hurt someone.
Months had passed in a whirlwind. Time just seemed to fly past the two women. So far they had accomplished many things.
Tenshi had taught Misao how to hide her ki so as to appear weak to opponents and have the element of surprise. Other things
were taught such as different styles of fighting, uses of different weapons, improvement on the kunai, speed & agility, and so
on.
Physical lessons weren't the only things taught to the Weasel Girl. Time and time again, she learned emotional lessons.
Tenshi and Misao were sitting on the porch of the dojo. They had finished their training for the day and were sharing evening
tea.
Misao's mind wandered off to Kyoto, to the Aoiya. She wondered what Jiya, Omasu, Okon, and what the rest of her family
was doing. Especially Aoshi. Misao kept a passsive face, but Tenshi could sense her discomfort.
"Miss your family, Misao?" Tenshi queried.
"Hai." Misao replied.
"And Shinomori-san?"
Misao sighed as she began thinking about her Aoshi-sama. She quickly shook her head so she would not dwell upon the
topic.
"Hai, I miss him also." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"It's okay, you know." Tenshi said. Misao looked towards her with a questioning look.
"What is?"
"To feel emotions like that. Sadness and sorrow. You don't have to hide them from me."
"Demo, Tenshi-sensei, why do you not show these feelings to me?" Misao went from sensei to sama with her teacher. Either
way, Tenshi didn't mind.
Tenshi grimaced at the comment and her eyes glazed a bit as she remembered her own pains.
"I try not to remember them." She simply answered. Misao understood and left the subject. Tenshi got up and went inside.
Misao thought she had crossed a line, but a few minutes she returned.
In her hands, she held a simple silver chain with a small mediallion. Misao's eyes widened as she realized what the medallion
was.
"The dragon...Just like from my dream," she gasped. Tenshi smiled and nodded. She looked towards the symbol in her hands.
The red dragon eating its own tail.
"It is a symbol for many things. Life, death, rebirth. Begining, middle, and end. Youth, adulthood, old age. So on." Tenshi
handed the necklace to Misao to put on.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Misao questioned. Tenshi acted like she didn't hear and went on,
"As you wear the symbol, remember what I have taught you and what I will teach you." Misao nodded. Tenshi again sat next
to her and showed Misao her own necklace.
"How many more necklaces are there?"
"Just these two. The one you wear was once mine and my own is my father's."
"What happened to him? And the rest of your family?" Misao blurted without realizing her folly. Tenshi looked towards the
ground for a moment and then looked the other woman straight in the eye.
"They died. There was a fire and a battle when I was very young and they died."
"Oh, Tenshi-sama, gomen nasai!" Misao apologized.
"It's all right. It's been a long time since I had a real friend to talk to." Misao grinned and hugged her sensei.
"Hai, Tenshi-sama! We're friends and soon we'll become best friends." Unshed tears glistened in Tenshi's eyes. No one had shown her sincere kindness like this in a very long time. She was touched by her student's affection.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Tenshi hugged her student back and they were at peace once again. Misao closed her eyes in the serenity. Tenshi was like
an older sister to her and Misao liked that.
She thought about how Tenshi called out to her in her time of pain. How she plucked her out of her sea of sadness. Misao
found comfort and peace in her teacher. Right now, she was in the arms of an angel and that was all that mattered.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Misao doubled over and panted for breath. She had watched Tenshi take her blow and then just stop the spar all together.
Was she angry?
"Do we continue, Tenshi-sama?" Misao
"Iie, Misao." Tenshi answered as she gasped for breath.
"Why not?"
"Because we have completed your physical training. You are as strong as I can possibly train you."
"But, where do we go from here?" Misao's voice quivered much as she tried to hide it. Only two people in the world would have
been able to catch. Aoshi and Tenshi. She was scared she'd have to leave and go back home, and she felt like she wasn't
ready.
"I'm not going to send you home just yet, Misao." Tenshi beamed warmly at her. Misao's dispostion brightened. "We still have
to go through some different kinds of training."
"Like what?"
"Training of the heart."
So from then on, Tenshi taught Misao that emotions were very delicate and precious things. For some, like Kaoru, they could
easily show their feelings, but others, like Aoshi, were more closed.
"People like Aoshi have been hurt severly and are afraid to show how they feel in worry that they might get hurt again. Or
maybe even hurt the one they care for." Tenshi explained as she Misao sat over dinner one time. Misao nodded as she took in
what had been said.
"Then why did he treat me so...harshly?" Misao asked.
"Perhaps he wanted to protect you from what he believes a dark future that he may give you." Tenshi simply shrugged. Misao
felt such clarity. Why hadn't she thought of this before?
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
A year has finally passed. Misao had completed all her training except for one last lesson. A lesson Tenshi was reluctant to
teach. Misao matured greatly. The innocence to the world in her eyes were gone except for a small sparkle, but in place was a
wonderful adult glow. Still, Misao was energy packed and fun-loving.
Tenshi and Misao were walking along the path where they had first met. They were reviewing old lessons and just chatting
about their lives.
"Times sure has passed, ne?" Misao bounced about around her friend. Tenshi smiled peacefully and nodded.
"It has, hasn't it?" Misao nodded vigorously in answer. Tenshi laughed at her silliness.
"It's sad these happy times are going to end soon." Tenshi said seriously. Misao stopped her bouncing and turned towards
her.
"What do you mean?"
"Our time together as student and teacher has passed. Another door of oppurtunies will open for you."
"But I don't want this to end!" Misao pleaded. Before Tenshi could answer, four men jumped out towards them.
"It's time for you to return, Kamikaze!" One hissed at Tenshi. Tenshi's eyes narrowed and she stood back to back with Misao.
Without speaking, they both got into action.
Misao took one down with a flick of her hand as her kunai soared towards him. The other she fought by hand. She gave
amazing kicks and punches at even more astonishing speed. She heard a groan and after she finished off her last opponent,
she turned towards Tenshi.
She found her kneeling on the ground with her hand clutching her side. Misao joined her on the ground and saw blood staining
her teacher's hands.
"Tenshi!" Misao cried forgetting the attachment. Tenshi looked up at her student and gave her same old smile.
"I guess it's now time for you to return to Kyoto."
"No, you're hurt! I can't leave now!" Misao protested. Tenshi shook her head.
"You must go home!" Misao never had another chance to protest because one of the men regained conciousness and began
attacking Tenshi. Misao was about to help, but Tenshi gave her a look she'd never seen from her sweet teacher before.
It was a look of authority and intensity. Misao turned towards the dojo to get her belongings. She began running and looked
back only once.
She saw Tenshi fighting fiercely and knew this was the end of a peaceful time. Tenshi had long known something bad was
brewing and now Misao could feel it as well.
Misao closed her eyes and kept running. She felt the wet tears trickle down her face.
You're in the arms of the angel
In the arms of the sweet angel no more.
Author's Notes: Hope ya'll liked it!! Remember to suggest a song!! in great need for some!! Next chapter is mainly focused on Aoshi missing Misao.
Ja ne! =^.^=
Crystal: Misao's not mad no more. Just gonna be in a rage, but not sad.
K-chan: I'm so glad you're still reading!!
Kyme-chan: You finally updated you're A/M fic!! Thanks for readin'!!
Nye-Yen: Aww, I'm glad you like it!! Keep reading for more!!
