Author's Rant:
I'm back yet again! Mwahahaha!!! Well, I am the herald of good news to you all because finally, I updated! *cheers*
Thank you again and again for those who constantly review my fic. Though I sometimes think I'm not being a good writer... I mean, I have not got much reviews! Is something wrong with my writing? *wails*
Anyways, as long as I see a review of one person telling me to go on, I am going to continue this. *hint: drop a review for this chapter!*
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...
Chasing Rainbows
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Three: Setsunai Hito Yo
(A person's pain... or so I translate it)
***Misao***
I could see him smile through the sadness in his eyes. It was strange, that even in my despaired state I saw what seemed to me his misery -- though I have no idea what it is that is plaguing him.
But still, I am so lucky to have him as my best friend. He ignored his own problems just to be strong for me. Whatever it is, even if it is something he is keeping from me, I accept the fact that there are some things you must keep hidden just for you to know. And I can wait for the right time for him to tell me everything.
And I swear to Kami-sama, I am not going to get angry with him for anything that he is keeping from me.
It feels so good to laugh, especially now that it is him who made me do so.
"Nee, Sou-kun, maybe... Just maybe..."
"Hmmm?" He looked down on me, his breath ruffling my already messy hair. It felt ticklish.
"Maybe... This Shinomori Aoshi... He looks kind to me. So maybe... We can work things out..." I said slowly, eating up myself.
I have never thought of adjusting for anybody; I wanted to be accepted for who I really am. People around me always say that I'm good just the way I am, but I have never felt much appreciation and acceptance except for Sou-kun's presence. He was always one to understand, and would rather listen than reprimand me for all my cussing. I would shout at him, strangle him, pound him into the ground, and even knock him out unconscious -- but he never reacted violently, resisted even. Everyone around us know that ever since kindergarten he was gifted in the craft of swordsmanship, but he never even tried using it against me, despite the tobikunais I throw at him most of the time he does something I am not in favorof.
I was expecting an answer from him -- Sou-kun, who was always ready with an advice that could make you cry. His voice was always soothing, and his words always sounded heartfelt to me. But this time, I was shocked. He never said anything.
After about ten minutes after I mentioned that sentence, I moved to look up at him. But he anticipated it and encircled his arms around me tighter than ever, and he leaned his head on the crook of my neck.
"Mi-chan... Only you could answer that..." His voice was hoarse. "... If it will make you happy, then I'll be more than glad to even be the one to escort you to the altar..."
I felt hot tears brimming my eyes as he said those words. My father, who is the prime suspect in this whole conspiracy, is going to Korea next week for business. Those words he said touched my heart unlike all the words he has given me. Then maybe, Sou-kun's volunteering to walk me down the aisle would indicate that this thing that I was tied into would come out all right.
And I thank you, Seta Soujiro, my very best friend, for always giving me what I needed. I could have been lost without you.
...tsuzuku...
Author's Notes:
*sighs* I do not know why I always come up with this short point-of-view chapters, but maybe it is because if I change my style, the theme I am trying to bring out will be lost. I just hope I am still doing justice to this fic. And I really like what I am about to write in the next chapter. Some revelations are going to be dished out!!! ^-^ It's coming to something important, at last!
Sorry for all the errors I have done here. I have no time to even spell check this one. They're already calling me because I'm going to my grandpa's house.
Ja, mata ne!
~Shohoku no Miko~
I'm back yet again! Mwahahaha!!! Well, I am the herald of good news to you all because finally, I updated! *cheers*
Thank you again and again for those who constantly review my fic. Though I sometimes think I'm not being a good writer... I mean, I have not got much reviews! Is something wrong with my writing? *wails*
Anyways, as long as I see a review of one person telling me to go on, I am going to continue this. *hint: drop a review for this chapter!*
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...
Chasing Rainbows
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Three: Setsunai Hito Yo
(A person's pain... or so I translate it)
***Misao***
I could see him smile through the sadness in his eyes. It was strange, that even in my despaired state I saw what seemed to me his misery -- though I have no idea what it is that is plaguing him.
But still, I am so lucky to have him as my best friend. He ignored his own problems just to be strong for me. Whatever it is, even if it is something he is keeping from me, I accept the fact that there are some things you must keep hidden just for you to know. And I can wait for the right time for him to tell me everything.
And I swear to Kami-sama, I am not going to get angry with him for anything that he is keeping from me.
It feels so good to laugh, especially now that it is him who made me do so.
"Nee, Sou-kun, maybe... Just maybe..."
"Hmmm?" He looked down on me, his breath ruffling my already messy hair. It felt ticklish.
"Maybe... This Shinomori Aoshi... He looks kind to me. So maybe... We can work things out..." I said slowly, eating up myself.
I have never thought of adjusting for anybody; I wanted to be accepted for who I really am. People around me always say that I'm good just the way I am, but I have never felt much appreciation and acceptance except for Sou-kun's presence. He was always one to understand, and would rather listen than reprimand me for all my cussing. I would shout at him, strangle him, pound him into the ground, and even knock him out unconscious -- but he never reacted violently, resisted even. Everyone around us know that ever since kindergarten he was gifted in the craft of swordsmanship, but he never even tried using it against me, despite the tobikunais I throw at him most of the time he does something I am not in favorof.
I was expecting an answer from him -- Sou-kun, who was always ready with an advice that could make you cry. His voice was always soothing, and his words always sounded heartfelt to me. But this time, I was shocked. He never said anything.
After about ten minutes after I mentioned that sentence, I moved to look up at him. But he anticipated it and encircled his arms around me tighter than ever, and he leaned his head on the crook of my neck.
"Mi-chan... Only you could answer that..." His voice was hoarse. "... If it will make you happy, then I'll be more than glad to even be the one to escort you to the altar..."
I felt hot tears brimming my eyes as he said those words. My father, who is the prime suspect in this whole conspiracy, is going to Korea next week for business. Those words he said touched my heart unlike all the words he has given me. Then maybe, Sou-kun's volunteering to walk me down the aisle would indicate that this thing that I was tied into would come out all right.
And I thank you, Seta Soujiro, my very best friend, for always giving me what I needed. I could have been lost without you.
...tsuzuku...
Author's Notes:
*sighs* I do not know why I always come up with this short point-of-view chapters, but maybe it is because if I change my style, the theme I am trying to bring out will be lost. I just hope I am still doing justice to this fic. And I really like what I am about to write in the next chapter. Some revelations are going to be dished out!!! ^-^ It's coming to something important, at last!
Sorry for all the errors I have done here. I have no time to even spell check this one. They're already calling me because I'm going to my grandpa's house.
Ja, mata ne!
~Shohoku no Miko~