"Aoshi-sama." Her voice trailed off, near tears as she stared
at his back, watching him wide eyed. Poor Misao was sitting on the bed in
Aoshi's room. How she missed him so.after leaving her for so long, how
could he just speak to her so harshly. Did he not miss her at all? Did he
not know how much she loved him.how much she worried about him?
Aoshi turned then, those icy blue eyes staring down at Misao, expressionless and cold.
"You think I love you." His voice was just as cold as his gaze, with a bit of mockery in the tone. He took a step towards Misao, who was now crying silently, watching him intently, her heart breaking, her mind a confused mix of thoughts.
"I.Why Aoshi.?" Misao was at a loss for words, watching the beautiful cruel man bleary eyed. Aoshi remained silent, but he smiled a bit at her, a cruel sort of smile as he stepped closer to her, staring down at her. His icy blue gaze seemed to shift, eyeing her up and down as if he was taking in her insignificance to him.
Misao had never seen him smile, and this smile she saw.it horrified her to think that this was her dear Aoshi's smile. Is he so cruel? Why does he look at me that way? Those tears continued to flow down her face and she could look at him no longer. She stared down at the floor, watching her tears drop and stain the wood a dark color. A small pool of salty sea formed on her lap and at her feet.
Aoshi reached his hand forwards then, slowly and deliberately he set two of his fingers to her chin gently, tilting her chin up so her gaze would rest back to him. He stared into that childish beautiful face expressionlessly.
"Why do you look away from me? Are you scared? His voice was cold as ice. "Are you scared of me Misao? I've never hit you before." He stepped closer then, taking his other hand and rubbing a few tears from her cheeks gently, but his icy gaze never changed, never softened. Misao stared up at him, trying to avoid his eyes directly, but she couldn't. Her voice faltered a bit as she spoke.
"I.I.You know I love you Aoshi-sama. I do not fear you.It's just.the way you look at me!" She blurted the last part out quickly, at the same time she stood up and threw her arms around Aoshi, sobbing. That tiny girl, only 4'8", clung to Aoshi as if it would be the last time she would ever be with him again. Aoshi didn't move, his arms dropped to his sides as he waited for Misao to let go of him.
"Let go of me. You're just a child." He waited, but Misao just clung to him tighter, her face buried into his shirt, staining it with her tears. Aoshi moved one of his arms then, he rested his hand on Misao's head, touching her shiny black hair gently before moving his hand down and grasping the hem of Misao's blue gi at the base of her neck, pulling her away from him firmly.
"Let go." She released him reluctantly and stepped back, staring down at the floor, embarrassed at her childish action. He was right. She was just a child.and he would never love her as she loved him.She would do anything for his love. This, Misao was certain of. Her tears had stopped flowing, as if her eyes had dried out. She looked at him steadily, swallowing once as she attempted to tell him that she understood.but she couldn't.
Aoshi's steely gaze still rested on her, but it seemed a bit softer to Misao. She wondered if it was just her imagination, her desperation for any sign that he might lover her at all. Aoshi raised his hand above his head and to the side, as if he was about to strike her. Misao's eyes widened, but she stared up at him bravely, unflinching. If Aoshi wanted to slap her.let him, she thought. His hand came flying down at her face at incredible speed, his eyes never shifting their gaze from hers, his body rigid and unmoving.
The hand stopped, an inch from her face. Misao did not flinch at all, but continued to watch him, but she swallowed. He touched her face with the back of his hand then, gently, and he stepped closer to her. Misao was surprised and a bit frightened, despite knowing that Aoshi would never hurt her. Or would he? She edged back, feeling the edge of the mattress touch her legs. She hadn't realized she was backed so close to the bed.his bed.
Aoshi turned then, those icy blue eyes staring down at Misao, expressionless and cold.
"You think I love you." His voice was just as cold as his gaze, with a bit of mockery in the tone. He took a step towards Misao, who was now crying silently, watching him intently, her heart breaking, her mind a confused mix of thoughts.
"I.Why Aoshi.?" Misao was at a loss for words, watching the beautiful cruel man bleary eyed. Aoshi remained silent, but he smiled a bit at her, a cruel sort of smile as he stepped closer to her, staring down at her. His icy blue gaze seemed to shift, eyeing her up and down as if he was taking in her insignificance to him.
Misao had never seen him smile, and this smile she saw.it horrified her to think that this was her dear Aoshi's smile. Is he so cruel? Why does he look at me that way? Those tears continued to flow down her face and she could look at him no longer. She stared down at the floor, watching her tears drop and stain the wood a dark color. A small pool of salty sea formed on her lap and at her feet.
Aoshi reached his hand forwards then, slowly and deliberately he set two of his fingers to her chin gently, tilting her chin up so her gaze would rest back to him. He stared into that childish beautiful face expressionlessly.
"Why do you look away from me? Are you scared? His voice was cold as ice. "Are you scared of me Misao? I've never hit you before." He stepped closer then, taking his other hand and rubbing a few tears from her cheeks gently, but his icy gaze never changed, never softened. Misao stared up at him, trying to avoid his eyes directly, but she couldn't. Her voice faltered a bit as she spoke.
"I.I.You know I love you Aoshi-sama. I do not fear you.It's just.the way you look at me!" She blurted the last part out quickly, at the same time she stood up and threw her arms around Aoshi, sobbing. That tiny girl, only 4'8", clung to Aoshi as if it would be the last time she would ever be with him again. Aoshi didn't move, his arms dropped to his sides as he waited for Misao to let go of him.
"Let go of me. You're just a child." He waited, but Misao just clung to him tighter, her face buried into his shirt, staining it with her tears. Aoshi moved one of his arms then, he rested his hand on Misao's head, touching her shiny black hair gently before moving his hand down and grasping the hem of Misao's blue gi at the base of her neck, pulling her away from him firmly.
"Let go." She released him reluctantly and stepped back, staring down at the floor, embarrassed at her childish action. He was right. She was just a child.and he would never love her as she loved him.She would do anything for his love. This, Misao was certain of. Her tears had stopped flowing, as if her eyes had dried out. She looked at him steadily, swallowing once as she attempted to tell him that she understood.but she couldn't.
Aoshi's steely gaze still rested on her, but it seemed a bit softer to Misao. She wondered if it was just her imagination, her desperation for any sign that he might lover her at all. Aoshi raised his hand above his head and to the side, as if he was about to strike her. Misao's eyes widened, but she stared up at him bravely, unflinching. If Aoshi wanted to slap her.let him, she thought. His hand came flying down at her face at incredible speed, his eyes never shifting their gaze from hers, his body rigid and unmoving.
The hand stopped, an inch from her face. Misao did not flinch at all, but continued to watch him, but she swallowed. He touched her face with the back of his hand then, gently, and he stepped closer to her. Misao was surprised and a bit frightened, despite knowing that Aoshi would never hurt her. Or would he? She edged back, feeling the edge of the mattress touch her legs. She hadn't realized she was backed so close to the bed.his bed.
