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PLEASANT SURPRISES
Chapter Three - No Time For Goodbyes
© Original Storyline by Rainesolo
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"And it just gets better and better! Want to see some more? I've got, like, twenty of them in here!" The Secretary said as she flashed a diskette, smiling insanely as she inserted the diskette in. "Oh, you just have to look at this! Misao? Mi-misao?"
Too late. Misao wasn't listening anymore, but she found herself in deep thought. But unlike other daydreamers she did not have any idea about what she was thinking. To her it was just a sea of thoughts that her feet were just wading in. It was all hazy to her, but images of Soujiro flashed in her mind.
Don't think of him, Misao, she thought to herself. Stop. You need a walk. A walk away from The Secretary.
She stood from her chair, ignoring The Secretary's persistent efforts to show off her creations.
"Hey!" The Secretary said, blocking her way. "Just where do you think you're going?" She put her hands on her hips, and her eyebrows knitted into a frown. "Not fair. I've only just begun my showcase of wallpapers I've created during my free time here!"
Misao shook her head disapprovingly. "I'm going out, if it isn't obvious yet." She gave The Secretary a fake smile and stepped out of her way, walking away from her and opening the door. Grabbing her English essay, she put one foot out the door and said in a fake tone, "I liked the wallpapers though. They were nice."
"Hey! Come back here! Going to see Soujiro, aren't you?! Come back!" The Secretary called out after Misao had closed the door behind her. "Brat…" she muttered. "If she wasn't related to Aoshi-sama I would've clobbered her!" She stomped her feet. "Ugh…"
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After a long search, Soujiro decided to give up. "It's no use," he said.
Hey, wait! Soujiro! his sub-conscience told him, immediately popping in his head. Soujiro paused for a quick breath as he held his History papers in his hands. This is not you! Since when did you start to look for somebody you haven't even met formally around a big office building? Since when did you start to like anyone? Besides, you just saw her a while ago! Bakero no baka! Baka! Baka, you hear?
He shook his head as his sub-conscience continued to bash himself with insults.
He made his way to the other side of the hall, and entered Shishio's office, only to find Shinomori Aoshi and his Uncle Shishio engaged in heavy business talk. Shishio and Aoshi's heads whipped in Soujiro's direction. Soujiro's jaw dropped, realizing that he had just interrupted an important business meeting. He gave both the confused men a smile, and quickly proceeded to get out of the room.
"Gomen," he said as he grasped the doorknob, ready to turn it anytime.
"Soujiro," Shishio said.
Soujiro turned around. "Yes?"
"Are you doing anything at all?" Shishio asked.
"No, not really."
Shishio held out a thick bunch of papers out to Soujiro. "Here. Carry these to the car, all right? Don't soil them, or even try to."
Shishio's emphasis on the word 'try' made Soujiro's eyes widen. He reached over and got the papers and keys to the car, putting his reports on top. "Aa, Uncle Shishio."
Closing the door behind him, he shook his head. It's boring here, he thought to himself. As he sighed, he saw a familiar woman walk towards him.
"Hi!" the woman said. "I'm Aoshi's secretary, and you're Soujiro Seta, right?"
"Hai," Soujiro stated.
"Have you seen Aoshi-sama? He's been missing again!" The lady put her hands on her hips. "Oh, that Misao is such a brat! She wouldn't even look at my other wallpapers! She was muttering stuff about being noisy, so I put a little calming medicine in her drink to calm her down."
Soujiro thought that it was the lady who needed those calming medicines, but instead smiled. "Look who's talking," he muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" The Secretary asked suspiciously.
Soujiro raised an eyebrow. "Oh, me? Nothing. So...what were you saying about Misao?"
"Oh, yes, that brat! She ran off somewhere right after she printed her English essay in my cubicle, then I remembered I was supposed to join Aoshi-sama and Shishio-sama in their meeting! Silly me, haha! You like her, don't you? I know, you fell in love at first sight, didn't you? Oh, yes, that's exactly what happened to me and Aoshi! You do like Misao, right?"
A vein almost popped in Soujiro's forehead. "Uh, no."
"Yeah right, once you catch the love bug -- it's hard to creep away from it! I told that to her too, and she was lik, 'No way!' Practically the same reaction, really! Oh, I'm running real late! Do you know where the meeting is, dear? I wouldn't want to miss every valuable minute of seeing Aoshi-sama -- oops, I mean I wouldn't want to be late," She said in almost one breath, chuckling at the same time.
Soujiro smiled politely. This woman is nuts. "Right," he said. "Well, the meeting's in Uncle Shishio's office."
The Secretary started off towards the stairs, and ran quite akwardly with her heels making an annoying, 'click-y' sound. Soon after, she disappeared and Soujiro heard her loud apologies to Aoshi and Shishio. He grinned, and then started to walk toward the front exit of the building.
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Misao yawned as she rubbed her eyes. "This place is boring."
She headed slowly for the exit, hoping to eat at the Shirobeko, the nearby restaurant that her Uncle Okina owned. To pick up the pace, she started running towards the exit. Just as she was about to turn a blind corner, she bumped into a young man that she didn't see before it was too late, and the next thing that she knew was that her English essay papers flew everywhere.
"Ouch!" The young man cried out as he looked up to find a really frazzled Misao sitting on his stomach.
And as Lady Luck would have it – the boy was Soujiro.
"You watch it, tough guy!" Misao shouted, her voice deepening. "Why didn't you watch where you were going?"
Papers were everywhere, and Soujiro nodded and smiled sheepishly to hint that he was in much pain. "Mind getting off me, Misao?" he asked reluctantly.
"Oh, sure!" she said, making sure to emphasize the sarcasm in her tone as she reluctantly stood up. She rolled her eyes. Soujiro rubbed his stomach to relieve the pain that Misao's bottom had brought upon him. "You think I'm that heavy, eh? And how do you know my name?"
"My Uncle Shishio told me. Anything wrong with that?" he said, smiling politely as he stood up and ruffled his hair.
Apparently, Misao found his smile annoying, and his politeness in the situation to be even more annoying. She glared at him, thrusting daggers out at him with her look. "Give me my papers, you—you—"
Soujiro smiled. To him, Misao looked funny fumbling for words. If only I can get her to look like this everytime we meet, I'd be the happiest person on earth, he thought. He chuckled. "It's Seta. Seta Soujiro."
"Uh, right." She turned scarlet, and she felt her cheeks burn. This is great. Looky look, I'm mutating into a ripe, red tomato! She thought, rubbing her cheeks to hide her embarrassment.
Soujiro squatted and picked up the papers while Misao looked down on him, a smug smile on her face. "Soujiro, you ran into me; you'll have to get the papers."
Soujiro shook his head. "Aa, Misao…Here," he said, standing up and holding out a bunch of semi-crumpled papers in his hands.
She grabbed the papers from his hands. "Uh, thanks," Misao said doubtfully, not bothering to check her papers.
"Of course not," Soujiro replied innocently. "Hold on."
He turned his back as he fished for his Uncle Shishio's keys in his pocket. "Oh, and it was nice meeti—"
Soujiro's jaw dropped as he turned to face Misao. But she was gone, as if she disappeared into thin air. Soujiro felt a twinge of disappointment.
He sighed. She didn't even say "thank you."
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Translations:
Bakero/Baka: "stupid"
Aa: "yes"
Hai: a more formal form of "yes"
Author's Notes: Don't kill me. I know you're all mad at me for not updating – but since you asked…I updated! Yay! I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't really worth anything, because I'm still suffering Writer's Block. I hate it, and I'm sure you do too. Please do give me ideas and suggestions that would help the story. After all, it is my very first Sou/Mi fic. Well, for all complaints and suggestions, please tell me in your reviews. And no, don't flame. I hate it – and I mean HATE – when people just flame like this:
"Yuck this fic is GrOssss…..i hate it forever you r not a gud writer you suck and I mean, you suck! I don't like misao/soujiro and this fic sux as well! Go to hell u s2pd wrytr"
It's utter nonsense, you hear? I mean…if you don't like Sou/Mi, don't read. And as much as possible leave constructive criticism instead of flames. ^^;
As simple as that, ne? Oh, and before I forget, a big 'thank you' to Chaos on FF.net/RanmyakuChan on AIM – this chapter is dedicated to you (aside from the readers, of course)!
Ja, minna!
PLEASANT SURPRISES
Chapter Three - No Time For Goodbyes
© Original Storyline by Rainesolo
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"And it just gets better and better! Want to see some more? I've got, like, twenty of them in here!" The Secretary said as she flashed a diskette, smiling insanely as she inserted the diskette in. "Oh, you just have to look at this! Misao? Mi-misao?"
Too late. Misao wasn't listening anymore, but she found herself in deep thought. But unlike other daydreamers she did not have any idea about what she was thinking. To her it was just a sea of thoughts that her feet were just wading in. It was all hazy to her, but images of Soujiro flashed in her mind.
Don't think of him, Misao, she thought to herself. Stop. You need a walk. A walk away from The Secretary.
She stood from her chair, ignoring The Secretary's persistent efforts to show off her creations.
"Hey!" The Secretary said, blocking her way. "Just where do you think you're going?" She put her hands on her hips, and her eyebrows knitted into a frown. "Not fair. I've only just begun my showcase of wallpapers I've created during my free time here!"
Misao shook her head disapprovingly. "I'm going out, if it isn't obvious yet." She gave The Secretary a fake smile and stepped out of her way, walking away from her and opening the door. Grabbing her English essay, she put one foot out the door and said in a fake tone, "I liked the wallpapers though. They were nice."
"Hey! Come back here! Going to see Soujiro, aren't you?! Come back!" The Secretary called out after Misao had closed the door behind her. "Brat…" she muttered. "If she wasn't related to Aoshi-sama I would've clobbered her!" She stomped her feet. "Ugh…"
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After a long search, Soujiro decided to give up. "It's no use," he said.
Hey, wait! Soujiro! his sub-conscience told him, immediately popping in his head. Soujiro paused for a quick breath as he held his History papers in his hands. This is not you! Since when did you start to look for somebody you haven't even met formally around a big office building? Since when did you start to like anyone? Besides, you just saw her a while ago! Bakero no baka! Baka! Baka, you hear?
He shook his head as his sub-conscience continued to bash himself with insults.
He made his way to the other side of the hall, and entered Shishio's office, only to find Shinomori Aoshi and his Uncle Shishio engaged in heavy business talk. Shishio and Aoshi's heads whipped in Soujiro's direction. Soujiro's jaw dropped, realizing that he had just interrupted an important business meeting. He gave both the confused men a smile, and quickly proceeded to get out of the room.
"Gomen," he said as he grasped the doorknob, ready to turn it anytime.
"Soujiro," Shishio said.
Soujiro turned around. "Yes?"
"Are you doing anything at all?" Shishio asked.
"No, not really."
Shishio held out a thick bunch of papers out to Soujiro. "Here. Carry these to the car, all right? Don't soil them, or even try to."
Shishio's emphasis on the word 'try' made Soujiro's eyes widen. He reached over and got the papers and keys to the car, putting his reports on top. "Aa, Uncle Shishio."
Closing the door behind him, he shook his head. It's boring here, he thought to himself. As he sighed, he saw a familiar woman walk towards him.
"Hi!" the woman said. "I'm Aoshi's secretary, and you're Soujiro Seta, right?"
"Hai," Soujiro stated.
"Have you seen Aoshi-sama? He's been missing again!" The lady put her hands on her hips. "Oh, that Misao is such a brat! She wouldn't even look at my other wallpapers! She was muttering stuff about being noisy, so I put a little calming medicine in her drink to calm her down."
Soujiro thought that it was the lady who needed those calming medicines, but instead smiled. "Look who's talking," he muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" The Secretary asked suspiciously.
Soujiro raised an eyebrow. "Oh, me? Nothing. So...what were you saying about Misao?"
"Oh, yes, that brat! She ran off somewhere right after she printed her English essay in my cubicle, then I remembered I was supposed to join Aoshi-sama and Shishio-sama in their meeting! Silly me, haha! You like her, don't you? I know, you fell in love at first sight, didn't you? Oh, yes, that's exactly what happened to me and Aoshi! You do like Misao, right?"
A vein almost popped in Soujiro's forehead. "Uh, no."
"Yeah right, once you catch the love bug -- it's hard to creep away from it! I told that to her too, and she was lik, 'No way!' Practically the same reaction, really! Oh, I'm running real late! Do you know where the meeting is, dear? I wouldn't want to miss every valuable minute of seeing Aoshi-sama -- oops, I mean I wouldn't want to be late," She said in almost one breath, chuckling at the same time.
Soujiro smiled politely. This woman is nuts. "Right," he said. "Well, the meeting's in Uncle Shishio's office."
The Secretary started off towards the stairs, and ran quite akwardly with her heels making an annoying, 'click-y' sound. Soon after, she disappeared and Soujiro heard her loud apologies to Aoshi and Shishio. He grinned, and then started to walk toward the front exit of the building.
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Misao yawned as she rubbed her eyes. "This place is boring."
She headed slowly for the exit, hoping to eat at the Shirobeko, the nearby restaurant that her Uncle Okina owned. To pick up the pace, she started running towards the exit. Just as she was about to turn a blind corner, she bumped into a young man that she didn't see before it was too late, and the next thing that she knew was that her English essay papers flew everywhere.
"Ouch!" The young man cried out as he looked up to find a really frazzled Misao sitting on his stomach.
And as Lady Luck would have it – the boy was Soujiro.
"You watch it, tough guy!" Misao shouted, her voice deepening. "Why didn't you watch where you were going?"
Papers were everywhere, and Soujiro nodded and smiled sheepishly to hint that he was in much pain. "Mind getting off me, Misao?" he asked reluctantly.
"Oh, sure!" she said, making sure to emphasize the sarcasm in her tone as she reluctantly stood up. She rolled her eyes. Soujiro rubbed his stomach to relieve the pain that Misao's bottom had brought upon him. "You think I'm that heavy, eh? And how do you know my name?"
"My Uncle Shishio told me. Anything wrong with that?" he said, smiling politely as he stood up and ruffled his hair.
Apparently, Misao found his smile annoying, and his politeness in the situation to be even more annoying. She glared at him, thrusting daggers out at him with her look. "Give me my papers, you—you—"
Soujiro smiled. To him, Misao looked funny fumbling for words. If only I can get her to look like this everytime we meet, I'd be the happiest person on earth, he thought. He chuckled. "It's Seta. Seta Soujiro."
"Uh, right." She turned scarlet, and she felt her cheeks burn. This is great. Looky look, I'm mutating into a ripe, red tomato! She thought, rubbing her cheeks to hide her embarrassment.
Soujiro squatted and picked up the papers while Misao looked down on him, a smug smile on her face. "Soujiro, you ran into me; you'll have to get the papers."
Soujiro shook his head. "Aa, Misao…Here," he said, standing up and holding out a bunch of semi-crumpled papers in his hands.
She grabbed the papers from his hands. "Uh, thanks," Misao said doubtfully, not bothering to check her papers.
"Of course not," Soujiro replied innocently. "Hold on."
He turned his back as he fished for his Uncle Shishio's keys in his pocket. "Oh, and it was nice meeti—"
Soujiro's jaw dropped as he turned to face Misao. But she was gone, as if she disappeared into thin air. Soujiro felt a twinge of disappointment.
He sighed. She didn't even say "thank you."
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Translations:
Bakero/Baka: "stupid"
Aa: "yes"
Hai: a more formal form of "yes"
Author's Notes: Don't kill me. I know you're all mad at me for not updating – but since you asked…I updated! Yay! I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't really worth anything, because I'm still suffering Writer's Block. I hate it, and I'm sure you do too. Please do give me ideas and suggestions that would help the story. After all, it is my very first Sou/Mi fic. Well, for all complaints and suggestions, please tell me in your reviews. And no, don't flame. I hate it – and I mean HATE – when people just flame like this:
"Yuck this fic is GrOssss…..i hate it forever you r not a gud writer you suck and I mean, you suck! I don't like misao/soujiro and this fic sux as well! Go to hell u s2pd wrytr"
It's utter nonsense, you hear? I mean…if you don't like Sou/Mi, don't read. And as much as possible leave constructive criticism instead of flames. ^^;
As simple as that, ne? Oh, and before I forget, a big 'thank you' to Chaos on FF.net/RanmyakuChan on AIM – this chapter is dedicated to you (aside from the readers, of course)!
Ja, minna!