Author's Rant:
Oh goodie! Now I'm on track! (Though I'm typing this without knowledge of anybody having read my fic at all...) I'm offline now, I'm not an RK to have that much money to pay for the bill. (Rk is Rich Kid, for those who don't know) (Have you ever thought why acronyms starting with consonants are preceded by the article 'an' which should only be used in vowels? If you don't wonder, I do) But I do hope that even if you don't review, you are reading my story.
Though I prefer those who review. I mean, I could answer questions, get suggestions... The normal stuff. Ah, gomen! I'm talking in circles! (Swirl, swirl, swirl)
Rurouni Kenshin ain't mine. Nobuhiro Watsuki owns this terrific manga/anime. Though I was wondering why Soujiro never came out of the anime and manga after the Shishio incident. *sigh* Well, C'est la Vie!
~Shohoku no Miko~
WARNING: This story contains MATURE CONTENT, but not to the extent of being hentai all in all. Now if such offends you, go away NOW. If not, go on. This is AU; did I forget to tell you all?
Oh yeah, the mature part comes in the latter part. But I might change my mind...
BTW, I corrected some errors that I traced from the previous two posted chaps, and forgive me for it. I was writing it while I was half asleep.
Chasing Rainbows
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Two: Shinjitsu
***Soujiro***
"I know how you feel, Misao... Being forced to do something you don't want to do..." I didn't know my hands were slowly traveling through the length of her silky soft hair that she usually hides in a braid, under a hat even.
"Do you...?" I heard her talk back. I looked down at her and found that she was no longer crying... Only because her eyes were tired of crying already. 'Okina-san... Doushite?' I mentally noted myself to ask that question the moment I come across Misao's grandfather.
I nodded in affirmation as I succesfully soothed her sobs. "Deep in your heart you know that when you are forced to do something you don't want to, you won't be able to give your best shot and certainly your heart would not be in it."
"Have you ever been in one?"
It was the question I dreaded. I should have thought things first before speaking. I of all people should know that Misao is very inquisitive and will not stop until she gets to comprehend what you are ranting about.
But then again, I have nothing to hide from her. She is, after all, my best friend. And she has every right to know what is going on in my mind. Just like what she has confided to me.
Misao was always mistaken as the easy-go-lucky girl who could turn ballistic in a flash of a second and all sweet after that. She wears her heart on her sleeve all right, but she is strong. Stronger than who I really am.
Though no one really knows it.
Here I go again, hiding things from her. But now that I think of it, maybe I should not tell her what I am thinking of myself now. I should not bother to burden her more with my troubles; she couldn't even handle her own.
"Misao... I know you might get angry at me for this..." I took her hand into mine and squeezed it lightly. I felt her respond as she squeezed back, urging me to go on.
"...I never told you that I didn't want to be a gynecologist." I sighed. It sure felt good that someone knew of what I feel inside.
"Really?" Her little voice queried. "Why didn't you tell me at once? I could have convinced Yumi-san--"
I looked at her intently, and she stopped - an indication that she understood what I meant. Softening my eyes as a sign on gratitude, I leaned my head on her head, which was resting at the crook of my neck. "I could not tell Yumi-san and Shishio-san. They have been kind enough to take me in after the accident when I was two. And they have always dreamt that their little Sou-chan would become a doctor someday."
"But why a gynecologist, Sou-kun? I mean, you could have been a pediatrician or a surgeon. Or maybe an opthalmologist." She questioned.
"You see," I laughed inside of me as I remember Yumi-san. "...Yumi-san is a frustrated gynecologist. She was about to graduate when she met Shishio-san and practically..." I stopped as I felt a soft vibration against me. I looked at Misao and saw something that made me chuckle myself.
"So you wanted to pursue the dream for her, right? That's very Seta Soujiro, ne? Always wanting to help others, willing to sacrifice his own happiness... Oh Sou-kun. you should have told me earlier!" She smiled broadly, her eyes twinkling against the glassy substance still on her eyes, waiting to fall by itself. It finally let go, and Misao felt the single tear roll on her cheeks. She laughed. "We could have studied whatever you wanted after graduating!"
I was more than happy to see that my darling best friend has finally smiled. It seemed like eternity when she was crying just a while ago, and now, thinking that telling her the truth would just make more tears come, smiles replaced them in her once gloomy face.
And I am happy to know that I was the one who made you smile this time... It was always you who made all feelings seem feasible and tangible to me.
And I am glad that I told the truth. Mi-chan, you don't know how much all of these mean to me.
...tsuzuku...
Author's Notes:
Yeah. Confusing. I am quite confused with the outcome of this one, but rest assured that the next one would be, as promised earlier, much more meaningful than this one. I'm kind of sleepy now. Kumagourou is waiting for me to climb up my bed! *Yawns* I'm beginning to think that I won't be able to finish this fic at once, all because I have to fix everything for my college admissions, compute grades for my cadettes, do activity reports for the Chapter Youth Council (I'm a member of the Red Cross Youth), write for the school organ and for the weekly newspaper, update three fics (Chasing Rainbows, Teach Me How To Love, Three to Tango), finish the movie I'm making and... Ahhh! I've got lots to do! *bangs head on the monitor then gets a hold of herself* Ehem.
Gomen for all the mistakes committed in this chapter. I told you I'm already sleepy. (I'm so sleepy that now I'm seeing Uesugi Tatsuha and Eiri Yuki waiting for me![See? I might be seeing only one guy but it split into two and had two different colors of their hair -- Yuki's blonde and Tatsuha's jet black...] I can't believe I'm harassing a monk no less. [Did I pity Miroku when I did?])
Ja, mata ne!
~Shohoku no Miko~
Oh goodie! Now I'm on track! (Though I'm typing this without knowledge of anybody having read my fic at all...) I'm offline now, I'm not an RK to have that much money to pay for the bill. (Rk is Rich Kid, for those who don't know) (Have you ever thought why acronyms starting with consonants are preceded by the article 'an' which should only be used in vowels? If you don't wonder, I do) But I do hope that even if you don't review, you are reading my story.
Though I prefer those who review. I mean, I could answer questions, get suggestions... The normal stuff. Ah, gomen! I'm talking in circles! (Swirl, swirl, swirl)
Rurouni Kenshin ain't mine. Nobuhiro Watsuki owns this terrific manga/anime. Though I was wondering why Soujiro never came out of the anime and manga after the Shishio incident. *sigh* Well, C'est la Vie!
~Shohoku no Miko~
WARNING: This story contains MATURE CONTENT, but not to the extent of being hentai all in all. Now if such offends you, go away NOW. If not, go on. This is AU; did I forget to tell you all?
Oh yeah, the mature part comes in the latter part. But I might change my mind...
BTW, I corrected some errors that I traced from the previous two posted chaps, and forgive me for it. I was writing it while I was half asleep.
Chasing Rainbows
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Two: Shinjitsu
***Soujiro***
"I know how you feel, Misao... Being forced to do something you don't want to do..." I didn't know my hands were slowly traveling through the length of her silky soft hair that she usually hides in a braid, under a hat even.
"Do you...?" I heard her talk back. I looked down at her and found that she was no longer crying... Only because her eyes were tired of crying already. 'Okina-san... Doushite?' I mentally noted myself to ask that question the moment I come across Misao's grandfather.
I nodded in affirmation as I succesfully soothed her sobs. "Deep in your heart you know that when you are forced to do something you don't want to, you won't be able to give your best shot and certainly your heart would not be in it."
"Have you ever been in one?"
It was the question I dreaded. I should have thought things first before speaking. I of all people should know that Misao is very inquisitive and will not stop until she gets to comprehend what you are ranting about.
But then again, I have nothing to hide from her. She is, after all, my best friend. And she has every right to know what is going on in my mind. Just like what she has confided to me.
Misao was always mistaken as the easy-go-lucky girl who could turn ballistic in a flash of a second and all sweet after that. She wears her heart on her sleeve all right, but she is strong. Stronger than who I really am.
Though no one really knows it.
Here I go again, hiding things from her. But now that I think of it, maybe I should not tell her what I am thinking of myself now. I should not bother to burden her more with my troubles; she couldn't even handle her own.
"Misao... I know you might get angry at me for this..." I took her hand into mine and squeezed it lightly. I felt her respond as she squeezed back, urging me to go on.
"...I never told you that I didn't want to be a gynecologist." I sighed. It sure felt good that someone knew of what I feel inside.
"Really?" Her little voice queried. "Why didn't you tell me at once? I could have convinced Yumi-san--"
I looked at her intently, and she stopped - an indication that she understood what I meant. Softening my eyes as a sign on gratitude, I leaned my head on her head, which was resting at the crook of my neck. "I could not tell Yumi-san and Shishio-san. They have been kind enough to take me in after the accident when I was two. And they have always dreamt that their little Sou-chan would become a doctor someday."
"But why a gynecologist, Sou-kun? I mean, you could have been a pediatrician or a surgeon. Or maybe an opthalmologist." She questioned.
"You see," I laughed inside of me as I remember Yumi-san. "...Yumi-san is a frustrated gynecologist. She was about to graduate when she met Shishio-san and practically..." I stopped as I felt a soft vibration against me. I looked at Misao and saw something that made me chuckle myself.
"So you wanted to pursue the dream for her, right? That's very Seta Soujiro, ne? Always wanting to help others, willing to sacrifice his own happiness... Oh Sou-kun. you should have told me earlier!" She smiled broadly, her eyes twinkling against the glassy substance still on her eyes, waiting to fall by itself. It finally let go, and Misao felt the single tear roll on her cheeks. She laughed. "We could have studied whatever you wanted after graduating!"
I was more than happy to see that my darling best friend has finally smiled. It seemed like eternity when she was crying just a while ago, and now, thinking that telling her the truth would just make more tears come, smiles replaced them in her once gloomy face.
And I am happy to know that I was the one who made you smile this time... It was always you who made all feelings seem feasible and tangible to me.
And I am glad that I told the truth. Mi-chan, you don't know how much all of these mean to me.
...tsuzuku...
Author's Notes:
Yeah. Confusing. I am quite confused with the outcome of this one, but rest assured that the next one would be, as promised earlier, much more meaningful than this one. I'm kind of sleepy now. Kumagourou is waiting for me to climb up my bed! *Yawns* I'm beginning to think that I won't be able to finish this fic at once, all because I have to fix everything for my college admissions, compute grades for my cadettes, do activity reports for the Chapter Youth Council (I'm a member of the Red Cross Youth), write for the school organ and for the weekly newspaper, update three fics (Chasing Rainbows, Teach Me How To Love, Three to Tango), finish the movie I'm making and... Ahhh! I've got lots to do! *bangs head on the monitor then gets a hold of herself* Ehem.
Gomen for all the mistakes committed in this chapter. I told you I'm already sleepy. (I'm so sleepy that now I'm seeing Uesugi Tatsuha and Eiri Yuki waiting for me![See? I might be seeing only one guy but it split into two and had two different colors of their hair -- Yuki's blonde and Tatsuha's jet black...] I can't believe I'm harassing a monk no less. [Did I pity Miroku when I did?])
Ja, mata ne!
~Shohoku no Miko~