Okay, I revamped the whole thing. Which is why Realizations is on hold. The fun part is finding what's different in this fic…what's been added…what's been taken out. As promised, I'd get this finished by Valentine's Day…which…technically…in this timeline…is Aoshi & Meg's 1st anniversary.
Are you happy that I haven't at least disappeared? =P
Prologue: The Conspiracy
From the e-diary of Misao Makimachi:
January 3, 2003
Happy New Year! Okay, I've been lagging on the entries since Xmas. Oh well. New year, new beginnings, etc.
I spent New Year's Eve alone drinking that Martinelli stuff. Aoshi went to a party at some hotel. He's not a party animal, but I think one of his superior officers was hosting it. At least he's got a life now. He started hanging out with Himura and Megs more often, too. Who knows what adults do for fun.
Most people make resolutions to work out, study harder, whatever. My resolution is the promise to Aoshi I made months ago – find him a girlfriend by Valentine's Day. He brushes it off every time I mention it to him. I think he's pretending it never happened. I know he'd rather die than admit that he's lonely. And I'm not talking about comic book, hentai-watching, play Everquest for thirty hours straight lonely type of guy.
Aoshi's so cool…I can't imagine him growing old alone. And he's great with kids, I'm sure he wouldn't mind being a father again. Anyway, he needs someone to complement him. Being a relationship just enhances his life. Some people can't live without being in love. He's not one of those. It's all about balance.
It's my personal goal to make sure he's married before I graduate college. High school is pushing it. Hello?!? I'm gonna be a senior next year!
I have no ideas yet for what type of woman I'm planning to set him up with. But I've got over a month. That's plenty of time. And with all the resources I have, finding a woman for the boss should be easy, right?
"Misao, come on, let's go!" Stella, her friend, tapped her foot impatiently.
"Okay, okay," Misao responded as she saved her journal entry. With a few clicks and the push of a monitor button, she shut down her computer. Spinning in her desk chair, she jumped up, and grabbed her bag of clothes. "What time is Danielle meeting us at the beach?"
"Twenty minutes ago," Stella joked.
"Haha," Misao retorted as she grabbed a dry erase marker. She scribbled a note on the white board attached to the fridge, informing her guardian that she was going out and what time she expected to be back.
"Where's Aoshi, anyway?" Stella asked as she attempted to read Misao's handwriting.
"He's out with Megs. They're going shopping for Commander Saitou's housewarming party."
"Isn't he the chain-smoker you were telling me about? His wife is a pediatrician?"
"That's him," Misao nodded. Then she recapped the pen and stuck it back on the fridge. "Hey, wanna do something really strange but fun at the same time?"
"It sounds scary to me right now," Stella looked at her warily.
"No! It'll be fun." After they exited the house and climbed in Stella's car, she turned to her friend. "I was gonna wait to tell Danielle-"
"Forget it. I'm too curious," Stella cut in as she started her car.
Misao laughed. "Well, drive and I'll tell you along the way…"
