Disclaimer: While I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, during this mini-series I have borrowed them, tortured them, and done others nasty things to them. If this bothers you, not my problem. MAKE SURE YOU READ THE AFTERS: MOST IMPORTANT
Note: This is the tale of how I came to be in the C.R.A.Z.Y.W.R.I.T.E.R.S Asylum (see my bio)
Part I: The Tree
Aoshi walked into the Town Square. There he saw a large group of people huddled around a tree. He walked over to see what it was. In the center was Misao, wearing super hero tights and a long blue cape. In her arms was a kitten she had just rescued from the tree behind everyone.
"Misao!" Aoshi gasped. "What are you doing?"
"I can explain," Misao tried to reason with him.
"No you can't!" Aoshi said, taking a step back. "You're covered, what happened to your skimpy ninja outfit?!"
"I had to become modest at some point in my life," Misao pointed out. "I mean, I am grown up."
"Misao, I'm sorry," Aoshi said regretfully. "I'm sorry, but I can't be with you as long as you are wearing that." And he ran off into the sunset.
Misao flew up into the sky, until she spotted an innocent bystander who looked like he was happy. Taking out her kunai she plunged into the earth, throwing them. The innocent bystander looked up just in time and moved out of the way. Misao plunged into the ground with a loud thump. A large bump appeared on her head. Aoshi, a million miles away, heard his beloved's crash and came running.
"Misao!" He cried. She groaned and sat up.
"That is the last time I gamble against Jiya," She huffed. "He cheats!" From behind near-by bushes Okina laughed evilly. He took out his camera and clicked. Out came a beautiful picture of Misao and Aoshi kissing, with a large rip on Misao's pants.
End
After:
Aoshi: I would never act like that!
Misao: Aoshi, do you love me? (General sweatdrop appears on set)
Okina: Do I get to keep the picture?
Remo: Okay people, places! I've got a mini series to write here!
Crew: When do we get paid? (A vein appears on Remo's forehead)
Remo (terrifyingly): As soon as you do some real work. Now get moving! (Everyone runs onto the next set, terrified at the youth with a killer pen and pad of paper)