Once Lost, Now Found
-Chapter Two-
A while later, he opened one sleepy eye followed by the other. Stretching languorously like a cat, he sat up in his bed and brought a hand through his unruly hair to get his bangs out of his eyes. Aoshi was about to flop back onto his bed when a glance at the clock hanging on his bedroom wall galvanized him out of bed and into the bathroom. It was already 7.47 a.m. and school was started at 8.00 a.m.
Aoshi must have broken the record of changing into his uniform. He probably broke another record by arriving at his school which was 4 km away from his house by 7.55 a.m. Aoshi brisk-walked past the front gate, ignoring stares from the students and teachers alike. From the corner of his eye, he could see girls swooning, and he swore that if he looked hard enough, he would be able to see hearts fluttering in their eyes.
Sensing someone behind him, he spoke calmly without a hint of emotion. "Sano, shut up."
Sagara Sanosuke smirked, ignoring the Aoshi's dismissal. "Ever alert eh, Aoshi? Looks like someone barely made it past the teachers. Hn. You are a lucky ass. My, my, look at those girls over there. Tsk, tsk, what have you done to them, Aoshi?"
"It is not luck, merely an ability one possesses, which unfortunately, you will never have. And you can have those girls of you wish." was Aoshi's curt reply.
"Ooh, touche, did you get up on the wrong side of your bed today, Shinomori? Cause you 're acting exactly like our Saitou-sensei, and that's saying a lot." Sano ploughed ahead with his not-so-subtle remarks.
Aoshi said nothing, merely casting a stern glare at the tall lanky teen that stood grinning back like an idiot, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his pants.
Being among the most popular did have certain advantages, Aoshi noted grimly, striding down the corridors alongside his closest friends - Himura Kenshin and Sagara Sanosuke. These advantages included not having to jostle with the other students when moving around the school premises. It was like clockwork. Students would clear the path the moment they caught a glimpse of the trio.
-Chapter Two-
A while later, he opened one sleepy eye followed by the other. Stretching languorously like a cat, he sat up in his bed and brought a hand through his unruly hair to get his bangs out of his eyes. Aoshi was about to flop back onto his bed when a glance at the clock hanging on his bedroom wall galvanized him out of bed and into the bathroom. It was already 7.47 a.m. and school was started at 8.00 a.m.
Aoshi must have broken the record of changing into his uniform. He probably broke another record by arriving at his school which was 4 km away from his house by 7.55 a.m. Aoshi brisk-walked past the front gate, ignoring stares from the students and teachers alike. From the corner of his eye, he could see girls swooning, and he swore that if he looked hard enough, he would be able to see hearts fluttering in their eyes.
Sensing someone behind him, he spoke calmly without a hint of emotion. "Sano, shut up."
Sagara Sanosuke smirked, ignoring the Aoshi's dismissal. "Ever alert eh, Aoshi? Looks like someone barely made it past the teachers. Hn. You are a lucky ass. My, my, look at those girls over there. Tsk, tsk, what have you done to them, Aoshi?"
"It is not luck, merely an ability one possesses, which unfortunately, you will never have. And you can have those girls of you wish." was Aoshi's curt reply.
"Ooh, touche, did you get up on the wrong side of your bed today, Shinomori? Cause you 're acting exactly like our Saitou-sensei, and that's saying a lot." Sano ploughed ahead with his not-so-subtle remarks.
Aoshi said nothing, merely casting a stern glare at the tall lanky teen that stood grinning back like an idiot, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his pants.
Being among the most popular did have certain advantages, Aoshi noted grimly, striding down the corridors alongside his closest friends - Himura Kenshin and Sagara Sanosuke. These advantages included not having to jostle with the other students when moving around the school premises. It was like clockwork. Students would clear the path the moment they caught a glimpse of the trio.