Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, Although once I rule the manga world I have my ambitions
After a long day of school exams, Misao and her best friend Karou decided some serious shopping was in order. They succeeded in spending two months worth of saved allowence in a mere three hours; on the walk home ( too poor to afford a cab) Misao noticed a fortune teller's house.
"Hey! Come on Karou let's give it a shot! Let's get our fortunes read by some dark and mysterious lady!" Irritated at the leaping Misao Karou quickly protested.
"With what money?"
"Hmmm... You've got a point, well she might do it for free! You never know; its worth a shot, come on I know you want to deep down inside." Deciding there was no way to diverge Misao from this horrible idea, Karou subcombed.
"Fine, I guess it can't hurt to at least go check it out."
"Yea!"
Misao had already bounded up the steps when Karou started to get a strange feeling her stomach and was having second thoughts.
Karou's worries were abounding quickly when she decided
Triumphant in her is sudden confidence Karou fearlessly walked into the dark house.
Passing through multiple bead curtains, Karou spotted Misao sitting at an old wooden table with a crystal ball, magic 8 ball, Ouija board, and a tarot deck.
Karou thought as she cautiously decided to sit next to Misao who was now striking up a conversation with the fortune teller.
To Karou and Misao's surprise the teller was an old man who wore traditional japanese dress of a ninja.
Misao thought of the man while he continued to discuss his price and all of his "instruments." The man's eyes sparkled as he watched Misao slowly become aware of their kindredness.
"Sir Okina, what is your policy on hand out readings?" Misao candidly asked.
Okina thought as he fell over R-K style.
"Well, I usually don't but since we knew each other I guess I can make an exception. Follow me." the old man remarked as he walked away smiling; making Misao feel even more peculiar.
"I didn't know you knew this man Misao." Karou inquired.
"I don't, well at least I don't think so." Misao's mind ran wild with confusion.
"Maybe he is mistaken."
"Maybe. Well if he is then oh well, we get a free reading out of all this; fate is smiling on us today Karou!"
Karou cringed at the word fate, she feel the ever present hand of the omnious figure. Her queasiness had returned; she could feel fate now whether she wanted to or not.
"Sit down Misao; I will tell you more than you ever wanted to know." Okina said
with a gleam of sneakiness in his eyes.
"Wow! You know my name?! You really are psychic!" Misao exclaimed with wonderment.
"Fortune teller! Physchics take your money and give you vague answers to questions you didn't ask! And if I'm not mistaken, and I'm not, I'm giving you this reading for free." Okina retorted.
"Oh, sorry sir, you'll have to forgive her ignorance, she's young and knows little of the world around her." Karou quickly recovered for her quick to judge friend.
"KAROU!!! What kind of friend are you?!" Misao exclaimed positioning herself ready for enact revenge for Karou's verbal assalt.
"Please misses come and sit so we can begin; your fates have been intertwined throughout time. Your desitnies are choosen and your path directed. Come, let me enlighten you."
The two girls couldn't resist the man's mysterious and enticing speech.
Karou's determination plastered on her face like a 40 ft. billboard. Misao took notice of the obvious expression erected on Karou but decided to think nothing of it.
"Miss Karou; you are an important woman in the thread of time, you alone will change the course of a powerful man. Your spirit and eternal love will soften his hardened heart and ease his incessant pain." Okina's candid telling caught the "determined" Karou off gaurd.
"A man? Who? Do I know him already?! Is he tall, dark and hansome?" Karou was now completely enthralled.
"But I thought you didn't believe in fate and destiny?"
"How did you know that? I never told you that!"
"Please Miss Karou, one doesn't have to be pyschic to see that you are a woman of extreme will and demand control over your life." Okina's words struck Karou deep and it was then that she felt fate smacking her on the head.
"Miss Kamiya, would you please hold this bokken for me?" The odd request from the old man peaked Karou's curiousity; she quickly walked over to him and held the worn wooden sword.
A vague memory permeated into her thoughts, visions of a man with firery red hair and intense violet eyes. Karou decided to quickly drop the forbodden bokken.
"Something wrong Karou?" the worried Miaso saw something in Karou but she couldn't pin it down just yet.
"Karou, what happended?! Did you get some mystic vibe from a long ago spirit?" Misao was going to explode if she didn't get some answers quick!
"Sir Okina, what is going on here?!"
"Miss Kamiya, your fighting spirit is embodied in this sword. I suspect that you've never held a sword of any kind before in your life; you look to innocent. I figured that when you held this bokken you would be flooded with visions from your past lives."
"Sir Okina, what do you mean fighting spirit? I couldn't possibly be a fighter; I've never had any desire to learn martial arts or swordsmanship."
"Well Karou you do have a temper on you." Misao's humorous remark reminded Okina why he had invited them in.
"Enough with this "fighting spirit" stuff, tell about the man's heart she'll conquer!"
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After a long day of school exams, Misao and her best friend Karou decided some serious shopping was in order. They succeeded in spending two months worth of saved allowence in a mere three hours; on the walk home ( too poor to afford a cab) Misao noticed a fortune teller's house.
"Hey! Come on Karou let's give it a shot! Let's get our fortunes read by some dark and mysterious lady!" Irritated at the leaping Misao Karou quickly protested.
"With what money?"
"Hmmm... You've got a point, well she might do it for free! You never know; its worth a shot, come on I know you want to deep down inside." Deciding there was no way to diverge Misao from this horrible idea, Karou subcombed.
"Fine, I guess it can't hurt to at least go check it out."
"Yea!"
Misao had already bounded up the steps when Karou started to get a strange feeling her stomach and was having second thoughts.
Karou's worries were abounding quickly when she decided
Triumphant in her is sudden confidence Karou fearlessly walked into the dark house.
Passing through multiple bead curtains, Karou spotted Misao sitting at an old wooden table with a crystal ball, magic 8 ball, Ouija board, and a tarot deck.
Karou thought as she cautiously decided to sit next to Misao who was now striking up a conversation with the fortune teller.
To Karou and Misao's surprise the teller was an old man who wore traditional japanese dress of a ninja.
Misao thought of the man while he continued to discuss his price and all of his "instruments." The man's eyes sparkled as he watched Misao slowly become aware of their kindredness.
"Sir Okina, what is your policy on hand out readings?" Misao candidly asked.
Okina thought as he fell over R-K style.
"Well, I usually don't but since we knew each other I guess I can make an exception. Follow me." the old man remarked as he walked away smiling; making Misao feel even more peculiar.
"I didn't know you knew this man Misao." Karou inquired.
"I don't, well at least I don't think so." Misao's mind ran wild with confusion.
"Maybe he is mistaken."
"Maybe. Well if he is then oh well, we get a free reading out of all this; fate is smiling on us today Karou!"
Karou cringed at the word fate, she feel the ever present hand of the omnious figure. Her queasiness had returned; she could feel fate now whether she wanted to or not.
"Sit down Misao; I will tell you more than you ever wanted to know." Okina said
with a gleam of sneakiness in his eyes.
"Wow! You know my name?! You really are psychic!" Misao exclaimed with wonderment.
"Fortune teller! Physchics take your money and give you vague answers to questions you didn't ask! And if I'm not mistaken, and I'm not, I'm giving you this reading for free." Okina retorted.
"Oh, sorry sir, you'll have to forgive her ignorance, she's young and knows little of the world around her." Karou quickly recovered for her quick to judge friend.
"KAROU!!! What kind of friend are you?!" Misao exclaimed positioning herself ready for enact revenge for Karou's verbal assalt.
"Please misses come and sit so we can begin; your fates have been intertwined throughout time. Your desitnies are choosen and your path directed. Come, let me enlighten you."
The two girls couldn't resist the man's mysterious and enticing speech.
Karou's determination plastered on her face like a 40 ft. billboard. Misao took notice of the obvious expression erected on Karou but decided to think nothing of it.
"Miss Karou; you are an important woman in the thread of time, you alone will change the course of a powerful man. Your spirit and eternal love will soften his hardened heart and ease his incessant pain." Okina's candid telling caught the "determined" Karou off gaurd.
"A man? Who? Do I know him already?! Is he tall, dark and hansome?" Karou was now completely enthralled.
"But I thought you didn't believe in fate and destiny?"
"How did you know that? I never told you that!"
"Please Miss Karou, one doesn't have to be pyschic to see that you are a woman of extreme will and demand control over your life." Okina's words struck Karou deep and it was then that she felt fate smacking her on the head.
"Miss Kamiya, would you please hold this bokken for me?" The odd request from the old man peaked Karou's curiousity; she quickly walked over to him and held the worn wooden sword.
A vague memory permeated into her thoughts, visions of a man with firery red hair and intense violet eyes. Karou decided to quickly drop the forbodden bokken.
"Something wrong Karou?" the worried Miaso saw something in Karou but she couldn't pin it down just yet.
"Karou, what happended?! Did you get some mystic vibe from a long ago spirit?" Misao was going to explode if she didn't get some answers quick!
"Sir Okina, what is going on here?!"
"Miss Kamiya, your fighting spirit is embodied in this sword. I suspect that you've never held a sword of any kind before in your life; you look to innocent. I figured that when you held this bokken you would be flooded with visions from your past lives."
"Sir Okina, what do you mean fighting spirit? I couldn't possibly be a fighter; I've never had any desire to learn martial arts or swordsmanship."
"Well Karou you do have a temper on you." Misao's humorous remark reminded Okina why he had invited them in.
"Enough with this "fighting spirit" stuff, tell about the man's heart she'll conquer!"
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