Oh! I forgot this on my other chapters... I don't own Rurouni Kenshin! (yet)
In belongs to Shonen jump, Nobuhiro Watsuki and whoever else worked on it!
Okay! Now that that's done...
Dreams of the Dead
Chapter 3- Dreams of Love
By Misao's Angel
I waited for what seemed like forever. The quiet streets were echoing the blankness of my mind. Through the bright sunshine, I squinted my eyes after the slightest hint at a noise. I saw a tall, dark, figure nearing. "Aoshi- san?" I questioned. The figure stepped into the sun-light. Nope. Another footstep. No, too short. I heard another. No, Too fat. And again. No, this time it was a woman. Where is he? I wondered nervously, after another crowd of loud, boisterous people walked in front of the usually peaceful atmosphere of the theatre.
A few minutes later he finally arrived. Blaming his lateness on traffic. -Sure- it was traffic. He doesn't even own a car. He doesn't know that I know that though. I'll play dumb for now. It was more important that he arrived at all then whatever time he arrived.
I couldn't help but stare at him. He was wearing a long cotton trench coat, knee-high plastic boots; black, with buckles running up the front, tight blue jeans and a long-sleeved, black, turtleneck sweater. He was as beautiful as usual. He never failed to please me.
"What is you wanted to tell me Misao?"
The whole time I had known Aoshi-san, he had never asked I about my past. I was grateful for that. I was always afraid he would think I was a freak, for being a doll for my father. But I couldn't help it. He said he would kill Soujiro if I didn't... But I don't care how he feels about me. I love him with every fiber of my tormented soul. Even if he were to hate me, my feelings would never change. If I am going to tell him I love him, then I need to tell him about our situation first.
"Aoshi-san, this may be hard to believe, but please hear me out."
Then I told him. Everything that I could remember, since I only could stare naively at the world with wide-open, curious eyes, until I walked here, today, to meet him. He stood quietly, and politely listened to the entire story, failing to flinch, or move at all. He just stood, head bent down, bangs hiding the content of his eyes...
When I had finished my story, Aoshi made his first gesture giving any sign that he lived at all. His swayed as if he were drunk, back and forth very slightly. But unlike the effects of being drunk, he had an utmost grace, matched only by the felines of the night. He lifted his head, but only a small amount, so his bangs were still obscuring his view.
"Misao, why did you tell me this?"
"Because I thought you should know before I tell you something even more important. Aoshi-san... I love you."
Aoshi-san was completely shocked. His eyes widened, and with a look of utter terror he choked,
"But... why? No one has ever said that to me before..."
"There is nothing about you I don't love. Though..." At this point I could no longer look at him. What if he rejected me? "If you don't feel the same about me, I don't mind. You can tell me. You can leave now if you don't be with me."
Just then there was a silent shuffle of feet, then I heard footsteps. Oh... I should have expected this much. I picked up my head hoping to see him for the last time. But when I looked up, I saw something I didn't expect.
He was walking towards me, not away. I stared in disbelief.
"Aoshi-san?"
"Misao, I am glad you told me how you feel. It is always a wondrous thing to learn that the one you love loves you in return."
I stared blankly for a moment, my mind refusing to process the information. "W-What??? You're kidding! But my father..." I said, shocked.
"I meant every word I said."
I couldn't believe it. Aoshi-san loved me? No. It must be a joke. My life would never allow anything I wanted to happen come true. It couldn't be...
"It is coincidence that you should tell me that today of all days. For today, I was planning on giving you this". He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his strong, yet gentle hand, to reveal a small, black, velvet box nestled safely between his fingers and his palm. He opened his hand, and held it out to me. "It's for you".
"Is this...?"
"Do you accept?" He asked hopefully.
I couldn't hold back my tears. I threw both arms around his trim waist squeezing whatever life he had out of him.
"Of Course!!"
We returned to my house together that night, hands locked, togther we would have the courage to face my father.
To be continued
Hey guys! This chapter may make Aoshi seem OOC, but I couldn't help it! Sumimasen!!! I am so sorry! Please forgive me!! By the way (I know you were all waiting for this but...) PLEASE R&R!!!! IT IS SOOOOOOO APRETIATED!! The highlight of an author's day! I wont write then next chapter unless I get reviews!! YES THAT MEANS YOU!!! Well, see you next time!
Dreams of the Dead
Chapter 3- Dreams of Love
By Misao's Angel
I waited for what seemed like forever. The quiet streets were echoing the blankness of my mind. Through the bright sunshine, I squinted my eyes after the slightest hint at a noise. I saw a tall, dark, figure nearing. "Aoshi- san?" I questioned. The figure stepped into the sun-light. Nope. Another footstep. No, too short. I heard another. No, Too fat. And again. No, this time it was a woman. Where is he? I wondered nervously, after another crowd of loud, boisterous people walked in front of the usually peaceful atmosphere of the theatre.
A few minutes later he finally arrived. Blaming his lateness on traffic. -Sure- it was traffic. He doesn't even own a car. He doesn't know that I know that though. I'll play dumb for now. It was more important that he arrived at all then whatever time he arrived.
I couldn't help but stare at him. He was wearing a long cotton trench coat, knee-high plastic boots; black, with buckles running up the front, tight blue jeans and a long-sleeved, black, turtleneck sweater. He was as beautiful as usual. He never failed to please me.
"What is you wanted to tell me Misao?"
The whole time I had known Aoshi-san, he had never asked I about my past. I was grateful for that. I was always afraid he would think I was a freak, for being a doll for my father. But I couldn't help it. He said he would kill Soujiro if I didn't... But I don't care how he feels about me. I love him with every fiber of my tormented soul. Even if he were to hate me, my feelings would never change. If I am going to tell him I love him, then I need to tell him about our situation first.
"Aoshi-san, this may be hard to believe, but please hear me out."
Then I told him. Everything that I could remember, since I only could stare naively at the world with wide-open, curious eyes, until I walked here, today, to meet him. He stood quietly, and politely listened to the entire story, failing to flinch, or move at all. He just stood, head bent down, bangs hiding the content of his eyes...
When I had finished my story, Aoshi made his first gesture giving any sign that he lived at all. His swayed as if he were drunk, back and forth very slightly. But unlike the effects of being drunk, he had an utmost grace, matched only by the felines of the night. He lifted his head, but only a small amount, so his bangs were still obscuring his view.
"Misao, why did you tell me this?"
"Because I thought you should know before I tell you something even more important. Aoshi-san... I love you."
Aoshi-san was completely shocked. His eyes widened, and with a look of utter terror he choked,
"But... why? No one has ever said that to me before..."
"There is nothing about you I don't love. Though..." At this point I could no longer look at him. What if he rejected me? "If you don't feel the same about me, I don't mind. You can tell me. You can leave now if you don't be with me."
Just then there was a silent shuffle of feet, then I heard footsteps. Oh... I should have expected this much. I picked up my head hoping to see him for the last time. But when I looked up, I saw something I didn't expect.
He was walking towards me, not away. I stared in disbelief.
"Aoshi-san?"
"Misao, I am glad you told me how you feel. It is always a wondrous thing to learn that the one you love loves you in return."
I stared blankly for a moment, my mind refusing to process the information. "W-What??? You're kidding! But my father..." I said, shocked.
"I meant every word I said."
I couldn't believe it. Aoshi-san loved me? No. It must be a joke. My life would never allow anything I wanted to happen come true. It couldn't be...
"It is coincidence that you should tell me that today of all days. For today, I was planning on giving you this". He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his strong, yet gentle hand, to reveal a small, black, velvet box nestled safely between his fingers and his palm. He opened his hand, and held it out to me. "It's for you".
"Is this...?"
"Do you accept?" He asked hopefully.
I couldn't hold back my tears. I threw both arms around his trim waist squeezing whatever life he had out of him.
"Of Course!!"
We returned to my house together that night, hands locked, togther we would have the courage to face my father.
To be continued
Hey guys! This chapter may make Aoshi seem OOC, but I couldn't help it! Sumimasen!!! I am so sorry! Please forgive me!! By the way (I know you were all waiting for this but...) PLEASE R&R!!!! IT IS SOOOOOOO APRETIATED!! The highlight of an author's day! I wont write then next chapter unless I get reviews!! YES THAT MEANS YOU!!! Well, see you next time!