Kay-san: Minna!! Konnichiwa again! wow, this is my 3rd chapter in two days! I'm on a roll, baby! Hope ya'll enjoy this one!
It almost pained him, refering to their relationship as only 'friends'. And he could see the light dim just ever so slightly
from her eyes too. 'Maybe, just maybe she feels the same way'he smiled. "Well? What do you want to do today Misao-chan?"
Soujiro asked. After a bit of thinking, she jumps up. "Halloween is coming! Let's get some costumes!!"she yells. She was
bounding off toward the door when Soujiro called her.
"Uh, Misao-chan? Don't you think you should change out of your pajamas? Into a kimono?"he had to work hard to keep a straight
face and not blush. Misao sweatdropped and ran into the room to change, blushing furiously. When she came out, Soujiro was
also dressed. "Ready?"he asked, smirking at her. "Hai! Let's go!!"she grabbed his hand and rushed out the door.
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A few hours later, they had found their costumes. Misao had insisted upon dressing as characters from her favorite show,
Sailor Moon. She would be in a red sailor suit, as Sailor Mars, scout of fire(i thought this fits her well, ne?)and Soujiro,
being a boy, had one choice-Tuxedo Mask. Though he'd prefer his normal attire to the cape and hat, Misao had been insistent.
Now they were back home, and had nothing to do. "Sou-kun, I'm booored"Misao whinned. Soujiro sighed. "You're always bored
Misao-chan"he replied. "Iie! That's not true!!"she cried. "Oh, yes, right. You're only bored 99.9% of the time"He said with
a smirk. "Sou-kun! That's not funny!"Misao glared at him. To prove how funny it was, he laughed happily. She pounced on him.
"Misao!! Let go! You're choking me!"Soujiro managed to say. "Well, for your information, I have thought of something to do"
she said, letting go of him. After he had caught his breath, he asked"What would that be, Misao-chan?". "We can...."she
pasued to see his reaction. "Hai?"good enough. She continued"Go SHOPPING!!!". Soujiro face faulted. "Oro??? We've been shopp-
ing all morning Misao-chan!"Soujiro complained.
"No, not for clothes! I want new kimonos"she said. 'These purple ones remind me too much of Aoshi. I don't want to wear them
anymore'she thought sadly. Putting on a big, fake smile, she dragged her friend to the mall, much to his dismay.
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Aoshi sighed irritatedly. No matter how much he meditated, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He walked back to the dojo
and turned on the radio they had recently got. The song that came on did nothing to brighten his dark mood, yet he did not
feel like getting up to turn it off.
How do I get through the night without you
If I had to live without you
What kinda life would that be
Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold
You are my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
baby you would take away
everything good in my life
and tell me now
How do I live without you?
I want to know
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
Without you
There would be no sun in my sky
there would be no love in my life
there'd be no world left for me
And I, baby, I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you
Please tell me baby how do I go on
He sighed. Kami-sama must be out to get him, the way that everything that happened reminded him of her. He had thought she'd
always be there waiting for him, he could take his time. That no matter what, she'd love him. Oh how wrong he was. How very,
very wrong.
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"Oooh! I'll try on this one-and this one!-this too"she swept through the isles like a tornado, Soujiro in tow. When she had
finally found all the ones she like, Misao went to a changing room. After a few minutes of waiting, she called out"Sou-kun!
Tell me what you honestly think of each one, ok?". "Hai, of course"he said. And there was a light click, followed by a small
swoosh as the door opened.
Misao was wearing a crimson kimono with cherry blossoms on it and a red obi. "That is very nice, Misao-chan"he said. "Really?
Well I guess I'll show you the next one then Sou-kun"she walked back into the room and a click was heard. "Kimono #2"she
announced before stepping out in a kimono the shade of her hair. A midnight black kimono, obi, and ribbon for her hair as
well. "This one doesn't suit you well, Misao-chan. It's so...evil and depressing. Not at all like you"Soujiro explained.
Once again, Misao changed and came out. This time, she was wearing a sky blue kimono with cloud prints on it and a dark blue
obi. "It is a very pretty kimono Misao-chan. How many more do you have?"Soujiro asked his friend. "Oh, I only have one more
kimono to show you Sou-kun. The rest didn't fit. I'll be back in a minute, k?"She explained. "Ok Misao"he responded.
For the last time, she came out. And Soujiro had to stifle a gasp. The obi was a deep forest green, and a lighter shade for
the fabric of the kimono, which had trees and leaves all over. The leaves appeared to be floating on a non-existant wind.
There was even a deep green ribbon to tie into her braid. The colors brought out her lively green eyes in a spectacular way.
Only when Misao gigled did he come back to reality. "Sou-kun, your jaw is on the ground!"she laughed. Quickly, he looked at
the floor below him, causing another fit of giggles from Misao. "So?"Misao asked. "So what?"Soujiro said. "So what do you
think of this kimono?"Misao said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Since when did shopping become social?"
muttered Soujiro. "That is a lovely kimono Misao-chan. It brings out your eyes. You should get it"Soujiro smiled.
Misao's face lit in a grin and she grabbed another three of this type of kimono. "Ok, I'm set"she said, dragging Soujiro to
the counter after she had changed into her original outfit. "Arigato for all your help Sou-kun!"Misao smiled at him.
It almost pained him, refering to their relationship as only 'friends'. And he could see the light dim just ever so slightly
from her eyes too. 'Maybe, just maybe she feels the same way'he smiled. "Well? What do you want to do today Misao-chan?"
Soujiro asked. After a bit of thinking, she jumps up. "Halloween is coming! Let's get some costumes!!"she yells. She was
bounding off toward the door when Soujiro called her.
"Uh, Misao-chan? Don't you think you should change out of your pajamas? Into a kimono?"he had to work hard to keep a straight
face and not blush. Misao sweatdropped and ran into the room to change, blushing furiously. When she came out, Soujiro was
also dressed. "Ready?"he asked, smirking at her. "Hai! Let's go!!"she grabbed his hand and rushed out the door.
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A few hours later, they had found their costumes. Misao had insisted upon dressing as characters from her favorite show,
Sailor Moon. She would be in a red sailor suit, as Sailor Mars, scout of fire(i thought this fits her well, ne?)and Soujiro,
being a boy, had one choice-Tuxedo Mask. Though he'd prefer his normal attire to the cape and hat, Misao had been insistent.
Now they were back home, and had nothing to do. "Sou-kun, I'm booored"Misao whinned. Soujiro sighed. "You're always bored
Misao-chan"he replied. "Iie! That's not true!!"she cried. "Oh, yes, right. You're only bored 99.9% of the time"He said with
a smirk. "Sou-kun! That's not funny!"Misao glared at him. To prove how funny it was, he laughed happily. She pounced on him.
"Misao!! Let go! You're choking me!"Soujiro managed to say. "Well, for your information, I have thought of something to do"
she said, letting go of him. After he had caught his breath, he asked"What would that be, Misao-chan?". "We can...."she
pasued to see his reaction. "Hai?"good enough. She continued"Go SHOPPING!!!". Soujiro face faulted. "Oro??? We've been shopp-
ing all morning Misao-chan!"Soujiro complained.
"No, not for clothes! I want new kimonos"she said. 'These purple ones remind me too much of Aoshi. I don't want to wear them
anymore'she thought sadly. Putting on a big, fake smile, she dragged her friend to the mall, much to his dismay.
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Aoshi sighed irritatedly. No matter how much he meditated, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He walked back to the dojo
and turned on the radio they had recently got. The song that came on did nothing to brighten his dark mood, yet he did not
feel like getting up to turn it off.
How do I get through the night without you
If I had to live without you
What kinda life would that be
Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold
You are my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
baby you would take away
everything good in my life
and tell me now
How do I live without you?
I want to know
How do I breathe without you?
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
Without you
There would be no sun in my sky
there would be no love in my life
there'd be no world left for me
And I, baby, I don't know what I would do
I'd be lost if I lost you
Please tell me baby how do I go on
He sighed. Kami-sama must be out to get him, the way that everything that happened reminded him of her. He had thought she'd
always be there waiting for him, he could take his time. That no matter what, she'd love him. Oh how wrong he was. How very,
very wrong.
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"Oooh! I'll try on this one-and this one!-this too"she swept through the isles like a tornado, Soujiro in tow. When she had
finally found all the ones she like, Misao went to a changing room. After a few minutes of waiting, she called out"Sou-kun!
Tell me what you honestly think of each one, ok?". "Hai, of course"he said. And there was a light click, followed by a small
swoosh as the door opened.
Misao was wearing a crimson kimono with cherry blossoms on it and a red obi. "That is very nice, Misao-chan"he said. "Really?
Well I guess I'll show you the next one then Sou-kun"she walked back into the room and a click was heard. "Kimono #2"she
announced before stepping out in a kimono the shade of her hair. A midnight black kimono, obi, and ribbon for her hair as
well. "This one doesn't suit you well, Misao-chan. It's so...evil and depressing. Not at all like you"Soujiro explained.
Once again, Misao changed and came out. This time, she was wearing a sky blue kimono with cloud prints on it and a dark blue
obi. "It is a very pretty kimono Misao-chan. How many more do you have?"Soujiro asked his friend. "Oh, I only have one more
kimono to show you Sou-kun. The rest didn't fit. I'll be back in a minute, k?"She explained. "Ok Misao"he responded.
For the last time, she came out. And Soujiro had to stifle a gasp. The obi was a deep forest green, and a lighter shade for
the fabric of the kimono, which had trees and leaves all over. The leaves appeared to be floating on a non-existant wind.
There was even a deep green ribbon to tie into her braid. The colors brought out her lively green eyes in a spectacular way.
Only when Misao gigled did he come back to reality. "Sou-kun, your jaw is on the ground!"she laughed. Quickly, he looked at
the floor below him, causing another fit of giggles from Misao. "So?"Misao asked. "So what?"Soujiro said. "So what do you
think of this kimono?"Misao said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Since when did shopping become social?"
muttered Soujiro. "That is a lovely kimono Misao-chan. It brings out your eyes. You should get it"Soujiro smiled.
Misao's face lit in a grin and she grabbed another three of this type of kimono. "Ok, I'm set"she said, dragging Soujiro to
the counter after she had changed into her original outfit. "Arigato for all your help Sou-kun!"Misao smiled at him.