When Fire met Ice
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Aoshi sighed.
With the hyperactive Misao with him, it was hard for him to stay calm and avoid exploding at the little girl. After all, the little eight-year old was obsessed with him. Better not hurt her just yet.
Laughing and rambling on about nonsense, Misao suddenly pointed at a little stall that had some ice cream and happily ran to it, calling for her 'Aoshi- sama' along the way.
Knowing what she meant, Aoshi hurried after his little cousin, reaching for his wallet.
As soon as he reached her, he saw her happily pointing at a ice cream in the cart, giggling at the man who was pleased to see such a happily little girl.
"How much?" Aoshi asked point blank, pointing to the ice cream she had been earlier. The older man laughed, smiling at both him and Misao.
"For this happy little girl, nothing," the man said, giving Misao the ice cream which she took all too happily.
"Arigato Oji-san!" Misao said, mustering a little bow as she started to eat the ice cream.
"Thank you," Aoshi said, taking Misao's free hand as he led her away from the stall and back into the street. The man laughed, saying, "Anytime! Come again!" Misao tried to wave, but realized she had both hands busy so she called back a good-bye instead. Pleased with herself, she turned back to her ice cream, for once quiet.
Aoshi smiled softly at the happy little girl. She was a sweet little girl, even when she jabbered for too long. That was just Misao.
Misao said something about how she ALWAYS sat when she ate THIS ice cream, she led him over to a bench, sitting down. Aoshi sat next to her, watching her swing her legs back and forth as she ate the ice cream. Looking back into the crowd on the street, he just randomly looked around, waiting for Misao to finish her ice cream.
But something, or rather, someone caught his eye.
She had elegant, beautiful long black hair that just flowed down her back, nothing to hold it up or down. She was wearing a plain red shirt and dark jeans that flattered her body, showing off the curves she certainly had. But it was her eyes that captured him. Such an intense crimson brown filled those orbs of hers.
Aoshi just thought he could gaze at her forever when Misao announced that she was finished. Looking back to where he had seen the woman, he saw that she had left, and he mentally sighed as he got up and took Misao's hand to lead her back into the crowd.
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A few weeks had passed since Aoshi had seen that woman, but he still couldn't forget her. Such beautiful eyes. Misao was with him again, holding tightly onto his hand, happily talking to him. Aoshi didn't really listen, just like always. He just nodded when he needed to or gave a short response. Any of that kept her happy.
He smiled softly at the girl, which she returned happily, giggling all the while. Misao squealed though when she saw a small fair ahead apparently for kids and she ran off for it, calling for him again.
Sighing again he ran after her, seeing she had also seen one of her friends, Kaoru, and her father. He was glad to see that she had run over to them and he started to slow down, but not before running into someone familiar.
And that's when fire met ice.
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End.
Author notes: yeah, I know.. Crappy ending. but it makes sense. I'm not one much for the Aoshi and Megumi pairing, but I had this muse that just wouldn't let go. Annoying. anyway, I'll continue if I get enough responses for it, I just don't have the muse right now. She's satisfied. ^_^
~tani-chan
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Aoshi sighed.
With the hyperactive Misao with him, it was hard for him to stay calm and avoid exploding at the little girl. After all, the little eight-year old was obsessed with him. Better not hurt her just yet.
Laughing and rambling on about nonsense, Misao suddenly pointed at a little stall that had some ice cream and happily ran to it, calling for her 'Aoshi- sama' along the way.
Knowing what she meant, Aoshi hurried after his little cousin, reaching for his wallet.
As soon as he reached her, he saw her happily pointing at a ice cream in the cart, giggling at the man who was pleased to see such a happily little girl.
"How much?" Aoshi asked point blank, pointing to the ice cream she had been earlier. The older man laughed, smiling at both him and Misao.
"For this happy little girl, nothing," the man said, giving Misao the ice cream which she took all too happily.
"Arigato Oji-san!" Misao said, mustering a little bow as she started to eat the ice cream.
"Thank you," Aoshi said, taking Misao's free hand as he led her away from the stall and back into the street. The man laughed, saying, "Anytime! Come again!" Misao tried to wave, but realized she had both hands busy so she called back a good-bye instead. Pleased with herself, she turned back to her ice cream, for once quiet.
Aoshi smiled softly at the happy little girl. She was a sweet little girl, even when she jabbered for too long. That was just Misao.
Misao said something about how she ALWAYS sat when she ate THIS ice cream, she led him over to a bench, sitting down. Aoshi sat next to her, watching her swing her legs back and forth as she ate the ice cream. Looking back into the crowd on the street, he just randomly looked around, waiting for Misao to finish her ice cream.
But something, or rather, someone caught his eye.
She had elegant, beautiful long black hair that just flowed down her back, nothing to hold it up or down. She was wearing a plain red shirt and dark jeans that flattered her body, showing off the curves she certainly had. But it was her eyes that captured him. Such an intense crimson brown filled those orbs of hers.
Aoshi just thought he could gaze at her forever when Misao announced that she was finished. Looking back to where he had seen the woman, he saw that she had left, and he mentally sighed as he got up and took Misao's hand to lead her back into the crowd.
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A few weeks had passed since Aoshi had seen that woman, but he still couldn't forget her. Such beautiful eyes. Misao was with him again, holding tightly onto his hand, happily talking to him. Aoshi didn't really listen, just like always. He just nodded when he needed to or gave a short response. Any of that kept her happy.
He smiled softly at the girl, which she returned happily, giggling all the while. Misao squealed though when she saw a small fair ahead apparently for kids and she ran off for it, calling for him again.
Sighing again he ran after her, seeing she had also seen one of her friends, Kaoru, and her father. He was glad to see that she had run over to them and he started to slow down, but not before running into someone familiar.
And that's when fire met ice.
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End.
Author notes: yeah, I know.. Crappy ending. but it makes sense. I'm not one much for the Aoshi and Megumi pairing, but I had this muse that just wouldn't let go. Annoying. anyway, I'll continue if I get enough responses for it, I just don't have the muse right now. She's satisfied. ^_^
~tani-chan
