A.N.- yes I am finally getting round to typin the next chapter. Thanks to
all reviewers. Anyhow, on to the disclaimer and then the story
Disclaimer- I have no rights to Rurouni Kenshin er any of the characters
Chapter 4
*Flashback*
"...Aoshi Shinomori, we are here-by discharging you from the Service. We see you as mentally and emotionally unstable, therefore, we see you as unfit to lead a regiment of troops. From now on, you are "Civilian Shinomori." The General stood up to begin packing up as the hearing was officially over.
"NO! You can't! I have to fight! I must bring them honour!" "Control yourself, Shinomori!" "No, I must keep their spirit alive! Hanya, Beshimi, Hyotoko, Shikijo!"
"Someone! Restrain this man now!" ordered the General. Two enlisted men ran to grab Aoshi, one on each side. It was a flurry of arms and legs as Aoshi fought to escape their grasp. Suddenly, with a sigh of defeat, Aoshi fell to his knees. The whole of the court looked on at the man now on the floor with head bowed muttering something inaudible.
They all began to quietly file out of the room. As the General was leaving, he turned to a man beside him and said, "It is such a shame some thing like that had to happen to Shinomori. He was a good officer and leader, and you, put out that cigarette." The doors of the room were closed, and Aoshi was left to himself before he started his trip home. His trip back to Misao.
*Aoshi P.O.V.*
The taxi came to a stop in front of my final destination, my home. Well, it was more of a pent house, but home none the less. I paid the cab driver, grabbed my small duffle bag, and started walking inside the building. It was a nice little place with four floors.
The first held the mailroom and a quaint Japanese restaurant called "The Aoiya." The other three floors were penthouses, one on each floor. Ours was on the fourth floor. As the elevator came to s a stop and opened, I was greeted with the site of the door that would lead me inside my home.
I knew the door would be unlocked. Misao always forgot to lock it. So, with that last thought, I re-entered my home for the first time in two months. I was greeted with the smell of food. Misao must've been cooking. She had always been a great cook. I decided to surprise her with my presence.
*Normal P.O.V.*
Aoshi stealthfully snuck up behind Misao, who was stirring a pot of food while humming a soft tune, and snaked his arms around her waist to hold her. He was promptly awarded with Misao spinning around to face him and hitting him over the head with a wooden spoon.
Misao was about to launch another attack upon her assailant when she realized who it was. Her eyes widened in shock and the spoon was dropped to the floor forgotten. "Aoshi? Is it really you?" she softly asked. "I promised I'd come back, my dearest Misao." He replied. "Oh no, not again," thought Misao as she felt that familiar feeling in her stomach which resulted in a race to the bathroom.
Aoshi continued to stare at Misao. He was about to lean down and kiss her when she bolted out of his arms in a mad dash to their bathroom.
He followed her in suite all the while wondering what was wrong with her. When he caught up to her, he was greeted with the sight of Misao on her knees, hunched over the toilet puking.
He rushed to kneel by her side. He moved her hair out of her way and spoke soft, soothing words into her ear while rubbing her back. After finishing, Misao fell back into Aoshi's embrace and rested her head against his chest.
"Misao," Aoshi worriedly began, "what's wrong? Are you sick?" "I'm fine, Aoshi. You just shocked me, that's all." "You need your rest. I'm putting you to bed." He stated.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. After laying her on the bed and tucking her in, he walked out of the room. The young man began to find solace for the night in meditation.
A.N- Well guys, I have more Chapters to type up, but stick with me here. The storys gonna start to pick up reall soon. Just have to get the plot started and such
Disclaimer- I have no rights to Rurouni Kenshin er any of the characters
Chapter 4
*Flashback*
"...Aoshi Shinomori, we are here-by discharging you from the Service. We see you as mentally and emotionally unstable, therefore, we see you as unfit to lead a regiment of troops. From now on, you are "Civilian Shinomori." The General stood up to begin packing up as the hearing was officially over.
"NO! You can't! I have to fight! I must bring them honour!" "Control yourself, Shinomori!" "No, I must keep their spirit alive! Hanya, Beshimi, Hyotoko, Shikijo!"
"Someone! Restrain this man now!" ordered the General. Two enlisted men ran to grab Aoshi, one on each side. It was a flurry of arms and legs as Aoshi fought to escape their grasp. Suddenly, with a sigh of defeat, Aoshi fell to his knees. The whole of the court looked on at the man now on the floor with head bowed muttering something inaudible.
They all began to quietly file out of the room. As the General was leaving, he turned to a man beside him and said, "It is such a shame some thing like that had to happen to Shinomori. He was a good officer and leader, and you, put out that cigarette." The doors of the room were closed, and Aoshi was left to himself before he started his trip home. His trip back to Misao.
*Aoshi P.O.V.*
The taxi came to a stop in front of my final destination, my home. Well, it was more of a pent house, but home none the less. I paid the cab driver, grabbed my small duffle bag, and started walking inside the building. It was a nice little place with four floors.
The first held the mailroom and a quaint Japanese restaurant called "The Aoiya." The other three floors were penthouses, one on each floor. Ours was on the fourth floor. As the elevator came to s a stop and opened, I was greeted with the site of the door that would lead me inside my home.
I knew the door would be unlocked. Misao always forgot to lock it. So, with that last thought, I re-entered my home for the first time in two months. I was greeted with the smell of food. Misao must've been cooking. She had always been a great cook. I decided to surprise her with my presence.
*Normal P.O.V.*
Aoshi stealthfully snuck up behind Misao, who was stirring a pot of food while humming a soft tune, and snaked his arms around her waist to hold her. He was promptly awarded with Misao spinning around to face him and hitting him over the head with a wooden spoon.
Misao was about to launch another attack upon her assailant when she realized who it was. Her eyes widened in shock and the spoon was dropped to the floor forgotten. "Aoshi? Is it really you?" she softly asked. "I promised I'd come back, my dearest Misao." He replied. "Oh no, not again," thought Misao as she felt that familiar feeling in her stomach which resulted in a race to the bathroom.
Aoshi continued to stare at Misao. He was about to lean down and kiss her when she bolted out of his arms in a mad dash to their bathroom.
He followed her in suite all the while wondering what was wrong with her. When he caught up to her, he was greeted with the sight of Misao on her knees, hunched over the toilet puking.
He rushed to kneel by her side. He moved her hair out of her way and spoke soft, soothing words into her ear while rubbing her back. After finishing, Misao fell back into Aoshi's embrace and rested her head against his chest.
"Misao," Aoshi worriedly began, "what's wrong? Are you sick?" "I'm fine, Aoshi. You just shocked me, that's all." "You need your rest. I'm putting you to bed." He stated.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. After laying her on the bed and tucking her in, he walked out of the room. The young man began to find solace for the night in meditation.
A.N- Well guys, I have more Chapters to type up, but stick with me here. The storys gonna start to pick up reall soon. Just have to get the plot started and such
