Author's Rant:
I can't believe people are encouraging me to write this! It is such an honor for me to be encouraged by you people, no less. Even if you do not know me personally, you still urge me to go on with this. Arigato, minna.! ^-^
DISCLAIMER: Rurouni Kenshin is copyright Nobuhiro Watsuki's. I, even with my twisted reasoning, know this. I just wished that he could have continued his manga and made Seta Soujiro and Makimachi Misao end up together. Ah, life.
~Shohoku no Miko~©
WARNING: MIGHT turn into a LEMON in the later chapters, so better decide if you're going to continue reading this. If such offends you, then go away. If not, proceed.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, SO DON'T GO FLAMING ME ABOUT IT WHEN IT COMES.
Chasing Rainbows by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Five: Habataku No Sa Sugu Ni (Let's Fly Away)
***Misao***
He was always there for me. Ever since the two of us met, a certain bond has sprung into life and that, I think, is where it all began. There was never a time he left me; physically we are not together, but his heart is always with me, and I know it.
Just like how my heart is with him whenever we are apart.
I remember once, a friend of mine told me how the two of us looked like siblings. She was surprised when I said he was just my best friend.
"He's your best friend?" Came her surprised reaction.
"Yeah. He is my best friend, Megumi-chan. MY BESTEST friend in the whole wide world." I replied.
I was never used to lying, in fact lying to me is something that I know our clan would detest. So I always spoke of the truth. I was always honest about how I really feel, for I know that saying out loud what a person feels is the best thing to do.
"Ne, Sou-kun." I muttered.
I heard him sniffle and he turned to me. "Nanika, Mi-chan?"
I saw his face and there was something different. Something is just not right. Oh, my. "Sou-kun, are you crying?"
His expression looked crossed. His once indigo gaze now held a mysterious glow. Something I have never seen in his eyes.
"Ara~" He tilted his head like he was a little kid. "Iya. What made you think I was?"
He is a child, deep inside. He was always curious, ecstatic in simple pleasures that come his way. He would always find joy in simple things I do for him -- when I went to the fair with him, watched the stage play he directed (He was really good at that), when I named the dog he gave me for my sixteenth birthday "Sou-chan", when I bought him blueberry ice cream for agreeing to help me finish my Science project that was due the next day (We spent the whole night up just to do it, and the consequence? We both got reprimanded by Anji-sensei for sleeping in Trigonometry class), when I agreed to be his date in our Graduation Ball just to keep all those admirers from bugging him (Boy, did those girls looked at me like they were shooting daggers at me. But knowing how skillful I am, I somehow "avoided" it), and yes, even when I gave him the cookies I promised him which unfortunately, got burned in baking class, he still smiled, thanked me for it and ate it -- even when it constipated him and made him sick for a week. (Aunt Yumi looked like she was mad at me for that, but there was always Sou- kun to tell her that he insisted on eating it.)
Really, he is a child within. And his violet orbs seem to always reveal those small emotions rushing into his heart.
But still, he held that air of maturity in every decision he made. His words would always shut me up when I go cussing and swearing those boys who tried to bully me with their swords skills, when I was always winning against them even if I only used my tobikunais. I know for a fact that he was the calming spirit beside me, ready to pacify me when things go awry all of a sudden.
I smiled upon hearing his signature gasp, represented by a disyllabic word "Ara~." Somehow, whenever he does that, however down I feel, however frustrated I am with life, his simple gesture of tilting his head a little and saying "Ara~" would make my heart flutter.
"I don't know. I just. Thought you were crying, that's all. You looked so grief-stricken." I answered. "I have never seen you look like that."
"Should I take that as a compliment?" He retorted, and then sniffled.
Sou-kun looked so cute when he did that. "It depends." I chuckled. And he laughed heartily.
Sou-kun, you were always there for me. You always forgave me for my mistakes, my insolence, my pranks. Other people might get fed up at what I do especially to you, but you always forgave me. You patiently wait for me when sometimes I take so long in doing my chores just so we could sneak out of Aoiya and go somewhere else. You sit silently beside me even though I would always throw things at you. You were always the first one to run and apologize to the neighbors about breaking the window when in fact I should be the one doing it.
You were always there for me. What would I do without you, Sou-kun?
I wish I could just call off this marriage that I was forced into. And then I could run away. Very far away, where no one would recognize me. But of course I could not leave without Sou-kun. He was always there for me. I might not be able to live without him. If I was a bird, I could have flown away easily. Freedom would be easily gained once you have wings and take flight.
I stopped my chuckle. "Ne, Sou-kun."
He looked at me. "What again, Mi-chan? You asked that a while ago."
"Sou-kun." I clung to his left arm -- his left arm that held painful memories of their accident where he acquired a burn that can never be removed (there is a burn on his left arm above his wrist going up to half of the back of his hand [It's just small]) -- and intertwined my right hand with his left and leaned unto his shoulder. "What if we."
I felt Sou-kun nod in encouragement. "Go on."
"What if. we leave Tokyo?" I finally finished.
Let's fly away, Sou-kun. Fly away, where we could be understood, where no one would dictate what we should do. Where we can be free.
.tsuzuku.
Author's Notes:
Ah, finally done. Actually the chapter was just forced out of my mind. I am enjoying my sembreak now, and I want to at least finish one fic that I left hanging. And here comes another idea of a SouMi/MiSou (doesn't that sound like food?) fic. *bangs head on the wall* Gomen. About the Tokyo thing, I think that the Aoiya of the Meiji Restoration is in Edo, and Edo is the former name of Tokyo, so I placed there, as Misao said, that they leave Tokyo. And about the "Sou-kun" thing. I am really used to "Sou-chan" as a term of endearment to Soujiro by Misao in any of the fics I have read about them. But based on the earlier Nihonggo I've learned (back when Sakura and Syaoran was the next best thing after Wufei's Shen Long Gundam) "-chan" is like a suffix for a friend or a girl. As in cases like "Misao-chan" and "Sou-chan." And "-kun" is a suffix for a male person, a comrade in the army or something like that, and for someone you love. For instance, "Li-kun" (CCS) and "Sakura-kun" (Sakura Taisen). Now in this fic, "-kun" being used as a suffix for Soujiro's name. It's up to you to decide. ^-^ Hint: Think of the dog.
Gomen, it looked like I was giving Nihonggo lessons already. Gomen nasai. I was just justifying some things that I think is very unclear to you. (But honestly, "Sou-chan" coming from Misao seems to me that Soujiro is only a playmate. But it's kinda cute, just as cute as Soujiro is. ^-^)
And as for Soujiro's burn on the left arm, he acquired it when he was small, when his parents died. (I got the idea from my best friend. He has a burn on his left hand (just as small) that he got when he was cleaning their car and his father accidentally started the car. Due to friction, his skin was somehow burned when it made contact with the moving wheel.)
Gomen for all the mistakes I've done. If you seem confused at the story, I can't blame you. I am also confused at where this is leading, but I've got the story figured out in my mind already. So naturally. Things will clear up in the end. (Which is yet to come) Waah! I am beginning to think that my rant is longer than the actual fic!
So go click on that button on the left. You know you want to. ^-^
Ja, mata ne!
~Shohoku no Miko~
I can't believe people are encouraging me to write this! It is such an honor for me to be encouraged by you people, no less. Even if you do not know me personally, you still urge me to go on with this. Arigato, minna.! ^-^
DISCLAIMER: Rurouni Kenshin is copyright Nobuhiro Watsuki's. I, even with my twisted reasoning, know this. I just wished that he could have continued his manga and made Seta Soujiro and Makimachi Misao end up together. Ah, life.
~Shohoku no Miko~©
WARNING: MIGHT turn into a LEMON in the later chapters, so better decide if you're going to continue reading this. If such offends you, then go away. If not, proceed.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, SO DON'T GO FLAMING ME ABOUT IT WHEN IT COMES.
Chasing Rainbows by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Five: Habataku No Sa Sugu Ni (Let's Fly Away)
***Misao***
He was always there for me. Ever since the two of us met, a certain bond has sprung into life and that, I think, is where it all began. There was never a time he left me; physically we are not together, but his heart is always with me, and I know it.
Just like how my heart is with him whenever we are apart.
I remember once, a friend of mine told me how the two of us looked like siblings. She was surprised when I said he was just my best friend.
"He's your best friend?" Came her surprised reaction.
"Yeah. He is my best friend, Megumi-chan. MY BESTEST friend in the whole wide world." I replied.
I was never used to lying, in fact lying to me is something that I know our clan would detest. So I always spoke of the truth. I was always honest about how I really feel, for I know that saying out loud what a person feels is the best thing to do.
"Ne, Sou-kun." I muttered.
I heard him sniffle and he turned to me. "Nanika, Mi-chan?"
I saw his face and there was something different. Something is just not right. Oh, my. "Sou-kun, are you crying?"
His expression looked crossed. His once indigo gaze now held a mysterious glow. Something I have never seen in his eyes.
"Ara~" He tilted his head like he was a little kid. "Iya. What made you think I was?"
He is a child, deep inside. He was always curious, ecstatic in simple pleasures that come his way. He would always find joy in simple things I do for him -- when I went to the fair with him, watched the stage play he directed (He was really good at that), when I named the dog he gave me for my sixteenth birthday "Sou-chan", when I bought him blueberry ice cream for agreeing to help me finish my Science project that was due the next day (We spent the whole night up just to do it, and the consequence? We both got reprimanded by Anji-sensei for sleeping in Trigonometry class), when I agreed to be his date in our Graduation Ball just to keep all those admirers from bugging him (Boy, did those girls looked at me like they were shooting daggers at me. But knowing how skillful I am, I somehow "avoided" it), and yes, even when I gave him the cookies I promised him which unfortunately, got burned in baking class, he still smiled, thanked me for it and ate it -- even when it constipated him and made him sick for a week. (Aunt Yumi looked like she was mad at me for that, but there was always Sou- kun to tell her that he insisted on eating it.)
Really, he is a child within. And his violet orbs seem to always reveal those small emotions rushing into his heart.
But still, he held that air of maturity in every decision he made. His words would always shut me up when I go cussing and swearing those boys who tried to bully me with their swords skills, when I was always winning against them even if I only used my tobikunais. I know for a fact that he was the calming spirit beside me, ready to pacify me when things go awry all of a sudden.
I smiled upon hearing his signature gasp, represented by a disyllabic word "Ara~." Somehow, whenever he does that, however down I feel, however frustrated I am with life, his simple gesture of tilting his head a little and saying "Ara~" would make my heart flutter.
"I don't know. I just. Thought you were crying, that's all. You looked so grief-stricken." I answered. "I have never seen you look like that."
"Should I take that as a compliment?" He retorted, and then sniffled.
Sou-kun looked so cute when he did that. "It depends." I chuckled. And he laughed heartily.
Sou-kun, you were always there for me. You always forgave me for my mistakes, my insolence, my pranks. Other people might get fed up at what I do especially to you, but you always forgave me. You patiently wait for me when sometimes I take so long in doing my chores just so we could sneak out of Aoiya and go somewhere else. You sit silently beside me even though I would always throw things at you. You were always the first one to run and apologize to the neighbors about breaking the window when in fact I should be the one doing it.
You were always there for me. What would I do without you, Sou-kun?
I wish I could just call off this marriage that I was forced into. And then I could run away. Very far away, where no one would recognize me. But of course I could not leave without Sou-kun. He was always there for me. I might not be able to live without him. If I was a bird, I could have flown away easily. Freedom would be easily gained once you have wings and take flight.
I stopped my chuckle. "Ne, Sou-kun."
He looked at me. "What again, Mi-chan? You asked that a while ago."
"Sou-kun." I clung to his left arm -- his left arm that held painful memories of their accident where he acquired a burn that can never be removed (there is a burn on his left arm above his wrist going up to half of the back of his hand [It's just small]) -- and intertwined my right hand with his left and leaned unto his shoulder. "What if we."
I felt Sou-kun nod in encouragement. "Go on."
"What if. we leave Tokyo?" I finally finished.
Let's fly away, Sou-kun. Fly away, where we could be understood, where no one would dictate what we should do. Where we can be free.
.tsuzuku.
Author's Notes:
Ah, finally done. Actually the chapter was just forced out of my mind. I am enjoying my sembreak now, and I want to at least finish one fic that I left hanging. And here comes another idea of a SouMi/MiSou (doesn't that sound like food?) fic. *bangs head on the wall* Gomen. About the Tokyo thing, I think that the Aoiya of the Meiji Restoration is in Edo, and Edo is the former name of Tokyo, so I placed there, as Misao said, that they leave Tokyo. And about the "Sou-kun" thing. I am really used to "Sou-chan" as a term of endearment to Soujiro by Misao in any of the fics I have read about them. But based on the earlier Nihonggo I've learned (back when Sakura and Syaoran was the next best thing after Wufei's Shen Long Gundam) "-chan" is like a suffix for a friend or a girl. As in cases like "Misao-chan" and "Sou-chan." And "-kun" is a suffix for a male person, a comrade in the army or something like that, and for someone you love. For instance, "Li-kun" (CCS) and "Sakura-kun" (Sakura Taisen). Now in this fic, "-kun" being used as a suffix for Soujiro's name. It's up to you to decide. ^-^ Hint: Think of the dog.
Gomen, it looked like I was giving Nihonggo lessons already. Gomen nasai. I was just justifying some things that I think is very unclear to you. (But honestly, "Sou-chan" coming from Misao seems to me that Soujiro is only a playmate. But it's kinda cute, just as cute as Soujiro is. ^-^)
And as for Soujiro's burn on the left arm, he acquired it when he was small, when his parents died. (I got the idea from my best friend. He has a burn on his left hand (just as small) that he got when he was cleaning their car and his father accidentally started the car. Due to friction, his skin was somehow burned when it made contact with the moving wheel.)
Gomen for all the mistakes I've done. If you seem confused at the story, I can't blame you. I am also confused at where this is leading, but I've got the story figured out in my mind already. So naturally. Things will clear up in the end. (Which is yet to come) Waah! I am beginning to think that my rant is longer than the actual fic!
So go click on that button on the left. You know you want to. ^-^
Ja, mata ne!
~Shohoku no Miko~