Author's Rant:
Here is Chapter One of my fanfic. I won't rant much, since I'm writing this at five in the morning and I have to get myself prepared for school. I just hope that this story is not boring you to death. This is my first time, so please take this easy on me!
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is copyright Watsuki-sensei's.
~Shohoku no Miko~
Chasing Rainbows
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter One: A Star of Hope
***Misao***
"Sou-kun... I don't want to... Okina... I thought he'd be the first one to... understand... but he was the first one who gave me away!" I cried into my best friend's shirt. Oh great. Now his chest is soaking wet thanks to me.
But he always understood...
He was the only person whom I felt, whatever I become in this life, would accept me for who I really am. I can't even imagine that in all those twenty years that we have known each other, he would be the only one staying beside me through the rough times.
I never took him as the serious type. Maybe the shy type, but never the serious one. I thought it was Kenshin who was serious.
In our circle of friends, he was the most reserve person. Well, if they didn't have different colors of hair and shape of the eyes, I would have thought at first glance that they were father and son. And Kenshin a little father, I may say.
I wanted to laugh, but I can't. Not without telling Soujiro everything that transpired in that house.
I was sitting beside Okina, admiring the huge garden where the housemaid led us. Not that we did not have a garden in our house. We did, but this garden contains much more plants and flowers were blooming just about everywhere.
I was taken out of trance when a couple came out into the garden.
"Okina-san! Makimachi-san!" They greeted Jiya and my father. (A/n: Okay let's pretend her father is alive. After all, this is AU.) They eyed me expectantly and I smiled at them. "Konnichiwa." I bowed.
"Dear, she's just the perfect match for him!" The woman exclaimed. The man beside the woman nodded in agreement.
"Is she?" Okina asked, a tone of amusement in his voice.
"Most certainly, Okina."
I looked from Jiya and my father to the couple on the other side. What match? What are these grown-ups talking about?
Again I snapped out of my reverie when Jiya called my name. "My angel Misao..."
"Hai?"
"We want you to meet someone." My father exclaimed.
"Son, could you come out here?" The woman called out. Instantly a figure walking towards us materialized from the house. He was tall and lean, his hair fell boyishly, covering most of his eyes. And his eyes - his eyes were a shade of blue.
"Aoshi." Okina called him. And the name was mentally noted, like a post-it stuck on my forehead.
"Sensei." The man named Aoshi bowed.
So what about this Aoshi guy? Why is he being introduced to me?
And as if on cue, Jiya spoke. "Misao, meet Shinomori Aoshi. Aoshi, this is my little angel, Makimachi Misao." He bowed and so did I. "You two were betrothed ever since you were born, Misao. So next month, you two are to be married."
My eyes widened. so this was the 'match' that Jiya kept on nagging me when we were on our way here.
No way! Why should I be married to a man I barely knew? This can't be!
My throat went dry and I could not find my voice. My eyes darted from Jiya and my father, to his parents, and then to Aoshi. The grown-ups were happy about this! I stared intently at Aoshi. He isn't even reacting! Why won't he object? I don't want to get married to a man I barely know!
At that instant, I wanted to call Sou-kun. I looked for my cell phone and grabbed it, when all of a sudden it rang.
"Sou-kun" The LCD glared.
I was about to answer it when father got it and turned it off. "Chichiue...?"
My father merely shook his head, his steady gaze telling me it was inappropriate to use the device in this kind of "meeting".
"Sou-kun... I don't want to!" I cried once again, but now I was pounding on his chest. Strange enough, he tightened his embrace.
"I know how you feel, Misao... Being forced to do something you don't want to do..." Soujiro caressed my hair. He felt so warm... It's so comfortable to be in his arms like this.
I'm glad I became his best friend.
And I'm glad I chose him to become the closest person in my heart after my family.
...tsuzuku...
Author's Notes:
Short and crappy. Two words that I used to describe this chapter. It's really done in a rush, so please, another gomen. I promise the next chapters would be more meaningful. Watashi wa yakusoku suru! Gomen for the errors; I am only human.
~Shohoku no Miko~
Here is Chapter One of my fanfic. I won't rant much, since I'm writing this at five in the morning and I have to get myself prepared for school. I just hope that this story is not boring you to death. This is my first time, so please take this easy on me!
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is copyright Watsuki-sensei's.
~Shohoku no Miko~
Chasing Rainbows
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter One: A Star of Hope
***Misao***
"Sou-kun... I don't want to... Okina... I thought he'd be the first one to... understand... but he was the first one who gave me away!" I cried into my best friend's shirt. Oh great. Now his chest is soaking wet thanks to me.
But he always understood...
He was the only person whom I felt, whatever I become in this life, would accept me for who I really am. I can't even imagine that in all those twenty years that we have known each other, he would be the only one staying beside me through the rough times.
I never took him as the serious type. Maybe the shy type, but never the serious one. I thought it was Kenshin who was serious.
In our circle of friends, he was the most reserve person. Well, if they didn't have different colors of hair and shape of the eyes, I would have thought at first glance that they were father and son. And Kenshin a little father, I may say.
I wanted to laugh, but I can't. Not without telling Soujiro everything that transpired in that house.
I was sitting beside Okina, admiring the huge garden where the housemaid led us. Not that we did not have a garden in our house. We did, but this garden contains much more plants and flowers were blooming just about everywhere.
I was taken out of trance when a couple came out into the garden.
"Okina-san! Makimachi-san!" They greeted Jiya and my father. (A/n: Okay let's pretend her father is alive. After all, this is AU.) They eyed me expectantly and I smiled at them. "Konnichiwa." I bowed.
"Dear, she's just the perfect match for him!" The woman exclaimed. The man beside the woman nodded in agreement.
"Is she?" Okina asked, a tone of amusement in his voice.
"Most certainly, Okina."
I looked from Jiya and my father to the couple on the other side. What match? What are these grown-ups talking about?
Again I snapped out of my reverie when Jiya called my name. "My angel Misao..."
"Hai?"
"We want you to meet someone." My father exclaimed.
"Son, could you come out here?" The woman called out. Instantly a figure walking towards us materialized from the house. He was tall and lean, his hair fell boyishly, covering most of his eyes. And his eyes - his eyes were a shade of blue.
"Aoshi." Okina called him. And the name was mentally noted, like a post-it stuck on my forehead.
"Sensei." The man named Aoshi bowed.
So what about this Aoshi guy? Why is he being introduced to me?
And as if on cue, Jiya spoke. "Misao, meet Shinomori Aoshi. Aoshi, this is my little angel, Makimachi Misao." He bowed and so did I. "You two were betrothed ever since you were born, Misao. So next month, you two are to be married."
My eyes widened. so this was the 'match' that Jiya kept on nagging me when we were on our way here.
No way! Why should I be married to a man I barely knew? This can't be!
My throat went dry and I could not find my voice. My eyes darted from Jiya and my father, to his parents, and then to Aoshi. The grown-ups were happy about this! I stared intently at Aoshi. He isn't even reacting! Why won't he object? I don't want to get married to a man I barely know!
At that instant, I wanted to call Sou-kun. I looked for my cell phone and grabbed it, when all of a sudden it rang.
"Sou-kun" The LCD glared.
I was about to answer it when father got it and turned it off. "Chichiue...?"
My father merely shook his head, his steady gaze telling me it was inappropriate to use the device in this kind of "meeting".
"Sou-kun... I don't want to!" I cried once again, but now I was pounding on his chest. Strange enough, he tightened his embrace.
"I know how you feel, Misao... Being forced to do something you don't want to do..." Soujiro caressed my hair. He felt so warm... It's so comfortable to be in his arms like this.
I'm glad I became his best friend.
And I'm glad I chose him to become the closest person in my heart after my family.
...tsuzuku...
Author's Notes:
Short and crappy. Two words that I used to describe this chapter. It's really done in a rush, so please, another gomen. I promise the next chapters would be more meaningful. Watashi wa yakusoku suru! Gomen for the errors; I am only human.
~Shohoku no Miko~