Thanks so much to my reviewers, even if there are only two!!! .wah! I NEED
MORE REVIEWS, PLEASE!! And also, I would like you guys to read my other
fic, Aoshi, Misao, Sano and Orange Juice. Okay? XD
Now, responses to the reviews:
Makai Neko,
Thanks for reviewing!! And yep, I will add a little Japanese side translation. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Thanks for the idea!! But read my other fic, okay?
Crying_About_Kenshin_Right_Now,
Yeah, I hate Mr. bandage man too. Hehehe I hope he rots in hell. No wait. That's what he wants, right? Okay, never mind then. ^^ Thanks for reviewing!! YOU ARE TOO KIND!! Please read my other fic too, okay?
Now on with the chapter.
This chappy will give more sense to the story. Okay? READ ON!!!
CHAPTER 2: Kimonos and Aoshi-Sama
Misao hummed to herself as she padded along the corridors of the Aoiya. She smiled and slid open the shoji to her room. Taking a brush, she began to undo her braids. 'When was the last time you brushed your hair, Misao chan? And don't you ever change your clothes?' That was what Omasu said. Misao smirked.
So they think the great Makimachi Misao can't dress like a lady, can she?
.
They're wrong.
She'll show them.
Misao made a faint whining sound from the bottom of her throat and glared at the still brand new make up Okon got for her eighteenth birthday. 'How the hell do you use this?' Taking a trembling hand, she reached out for a sheer pink lip stick and began her nightmare.
**
Aoshi stared at the shoji of the temple, willing it to open. Where was Misao? She's never been late to bring him tea before. Maybe she finally got tired of serving him that she stopped caring.
Thoughts of dread followed. What if she got attacked? What if she's being married off somewhere?
Leaving meditation behind, Aoshi sped out the temple and into the Aoiya. He quickly unsheathed his kodachi and approached the crowd gathered in front of the restaurant.
"Oi!! Shinomori-san!!" Aoshi recognized the voice to be Omasu's, and she was talking quite animatedly. He sheathed his kodachi once again and calmly walked over.
"What is it? Omasu?"
"Where have you been?! Where have you been? You almost missed it!! Come here!! Quick!" Omasu dragged the ex-okashira by the coat and led him to the middle of the chaos. What Aoshi saw made his eyes bulge out slightly.
Misao was grinning widely, a look of sheer nervousness on her face. By her side was Okon, who was fixing Misao's hair. But that wasn't what surprised Aoshi. Kimono. Misao. Makeup. TOGETHER. Eep.
Inside, Aoshi was stuttering words of love for her. But outside, as usual, he was stone faced. Misao was wearing a beautiful red kimono, with sakura petals embroidered on it. Her obi was gold with sakura on it as well. Her hair was down.
"Aoshi-sama!" Misao's smile grew, if this was even possible. "So?" She waved her arms. "What do you think?"
"I. . . You are stunning, Okashira." And with that, he bowed down and walked away leaving a confused Misao.
*
"Our plan is good, Boss. The leader pf the Oniwaban is just a child. We can take her easily."
"Perfect. But her friends. Himura Battousai, Sagara Sanosuke and. . . Than Shinomori man. They could be a problem."
*
MWAHAHAHAH! Who are these people?!?! REVIEWS PLEASE!!!
See that button don't there? The purple button? PRESS IT! YAY! XD
Now, responses to the reviews:
Makai Neko,
Thanks for reviewing!! And yep, I will add a little Japanese side translation. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Thanks for the idea!! But read my other fic, okay?
Crying_About_Kenshin_Right_Now,
Yeah, I hate Mr. bandage man too. Hehehe I hope he rots in hell. No wait. That's what he wants, right? Okay, never mind then. ^^ Thanks for reviewing!! YOU ARE TOO KIND!! Please read my other fic too, okay?
Now on with the chapter.
This chappy will give more sense to the story. Okay? READ ON!!!
CHAPTER 2: Kimonos and Aoshi-Sama
Misao hummed to herself as she padded along the corridors of the Aoiya. She smiled and slid open the shoji to her room. Taking a brush, she began to undo her braids. 'When was the last time you brushed your hair, Misao chan? And don't you ever change your clothes?' That was what Omasu said. Misao smirked.
So they think the great Makimachi Misao can't dress like a lady, can she?
.
They're wrong.
She'll show them.
Misao made a faint whining sound from the bottom of her throat and glared at the still brand new make up Okon got for her eighteenth birthday. 'How the hell do you use this?' Taking a trembling hand, she reached out for a sheer pink lip stick and began her nightmare.
**
Aoshi stared at the shoji of the temple, willing it to open. Where was Misao? She's never been late to bring him tea before. Maybe she finally got tired of serving him that she stopped caring.
Thoughts of dread followed. What if she got attacked? What if she's being married off somewhere?
Leaving meditation behind, Aoshi sped out the temple and into the Aoiya. He quickly unsheathed his kodachi and approached the crowd gathered in front of the restaurant.
"Oi!! Shinomori-san!!" Aoshi recognized the voice to be Omasu's, and she was talking quite animatedly. He sheathed his kodachi once again and calmly walked over.
"What is it? Omasu?"
"Where have you been?! Where have you been? You almost missed it!! Come here!! Quick!" Omasu dragged the ex-okashira by the coat and led him to the middle of the chaos. What Aoshi saw made his eyes bulge out slightly.
Misao was grinning widely, a look of sheer nervousness on her face. By her side was Okon, who was fixing Misao's hair. But that wasn't what surprised Aoshi. Kimono. Misao. Makeup. TOGETHER. Eep.
Inside, Aoshi was stuttering words of love for her. But outside, as usual, he was stone faced. Misao was wearing a beautiful red kimono, with sakura petals embroidered on it. Her obi was gold with sakura on it as well. Her hair was down.
"Aoshi-sama!" Misao's smile grew, if this was even possible. "So?" She waved her arms. "What do you think?"
"I. . . You are stunning, Okashira." And with that, he bowed down and walked away leaving a confused Misao.
*
"Our plan is good, Boss. The leader pf the Oniwaban is just a child. We can take her easily."
"Perfect. But her friends. Himura Battousai, Sagara Sanosuke and. . . Than Shinomori man. They could be a problem."
*
MWAHAHAHAH! Who are these people?!?! REVIEWS PLEASE!!!
See that button don't there? The purple button? PRESS IT! YAY! XD