I'M BAD, I'M BAD! REALLY, REALLY BAD! AND THE WHOLE WORLD HAS TO ANSWER
RIGHT NOW, JUST TO TELL YOU ONCE AGAIN! WHO'S BAD?!
(Can you guess the song??)
And yes, I'm borrowing Pink's remix of "Get The Party Started", ft. Redman.
Am I crazy? No, not exactly. And about janitor Saitou, to all those who are curious...He is the janitor, and carrying around pruning shears is just a way to blow some time? Lol, sorry...haven't you ever seen your janitors use snow blowers, leaf blowers, or pick up garbage? Saitou is the all-around maintenance man, the head of the janitorial staff. Does that answer your question?? I certainly hope so... ^_^'
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Running to You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 6: Uh Oh, Spaghettios!!
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"MISAO-CHAN!! Is he cute?"
Okon edged a little closer, a scary glint in her eyes.
"Total dreamboat, sis" Misao replied, standing cockily.
The older fell back on the couch with a sigh.
"Tall?"
"Uh-huh."
"Hair?"
"Short, black, long bangs."
"Eyes?"
"Blue."
"Misao, you lucky girl! Too bad I don't go to your school...but then again, I have Seujiro-sensei..." Okon seemed to sink even further into the cushions, a dreamy and far-away expression plastered on her face. Misao giggled, marching up the stairs to change out of her uniform. She was lucky that Jiya had cancelled her shift, along with her teachers not assigning any homework. Who knows when she would have hit the hay.
Flopping down on her panda comforter, Misao sighed. 'What a day! I had no idea that so much could happen in 24 hours.'
She picked up the phone, and dialed Omasu's number. Her friend answered on the third ring.
"Moshi moshi! Oniwa residence, how can I help you?"
"Omasu! It's Misao!"
"Misao-chan! How are you?"
"I'm okay I guess. How are things in Tokyo?"
"Not the same since you left...I miss you SOOO much!"
"I miss you too Omasu."
"So...tell me about your first day? Did you meet any new people?"
Their conversation continued on, both girls filling each other in on everything new.
Meanwhile, down at the Kyoto Martial Arts Center, Aoshi, Kenshin, and Sano were chatting during their break.
"So Aoshi...what's the deal with you and the weasel?" Sano inquired teasingly.
"There is no deal. I just gave her a ride to school this morning."
"Is the girl incapable of walking? The school is only a few minutes away from your house."
"She was delayed, I suppose." Aoshi sat down on the small bench, wiping his forehead with a towel.
"She is kind of cute, ne?" Kenshin cut in, taking a spot beside his tall friend.
"Aa..."
"What are you guys talking about? She's a pint-size weasel for cryin' out loud! Look at kitsune. Now there's a cute chick if I ever saw one, eh?" He teased, nudging Kenshin's arm.
"Hai, but only if you like her jumping on your arm all the time." The red head retorted, earning a snort from Aoshi.
"Gentlemen, break's over." Their sensei informed the three, and they rose to continue training.
* * *
"MISAO!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!" Okina bellowed up the stairs, straining to hear a muffled 'in a minute' from his granddaughter.
He heard the door open, and shuffled footsteps heading towards him. Looking upwards, the old man saw her. She was wearing a pair of red sweatpants and white tank top.
"Misao-chan! I demand to know where you were this afternoon!"
She visibly winced upon hearing his tone, and started the slow descent of the steps until she was face-to-face with him.
"I was over at a friend's house..I...I guess I lost track of the time. Gomen Jiya, I never meant to make you angry." She bowed her head, guilt setting in now that her grandpa had intervened.
Okina watched her, feeling a little bad that he yelled at her.
"Misao-chan, I forgive you - but only this once. Next time call ahead to tell me where you are."
"Hai Jiya!" She squealed and leaped into his arms for another suffocating hug.
"Besides, I never would have met those pretty girls if you were at the Aoiya."
Misao abrubtly pulled back, steam coming out of her ears.
"Jiya no hentai!! Are you calling me UGLY?!" the girl screeched, hitting him on the head with an umbrella.
The old man burst out laughing and ran. He leaped into the air every time the umbrella hit him. They proceeded to run around the house in circles until Okina opened the front door and raced outside, scurrying down the sidewalk with an angry weasel in hot pursuit.
Aoshi was driving back from the center when he saw a huge cloud of dust moving rapidly down the sidewalk, the occasional squeak and bark of laughter escaping it.
He pulled into the driveway just as the cloud was about to pass his car.
'That was close.'
A familiar shriek erupted from the cloud, and he shook his head, lips tilting upward ever so slightly.
'Misao-chan, you are one of a kind.'
"Hentai! Hentai!" Misao yelled as they made their way back around the block to the house, Jiya locking himself in the bathroom so that he could escape the umbrella-wielding teen.
Misao fumed, muffling curses as she put the umbrella back, but not too far out of reach.
Strolling into the kitchen, she found her older sister chopping up some vegetables, a pot of rice bowling over the stove.
"Mou! That man is such a hentai! Don't you agree Okon?"
"Hai. It's so funny watching you chase him like that."
"Well you know...he TRIES to escape, but almost never does."
She looked up from the vegetables she was cutting, smiling warmly at her sister. "So when are you going to sign up for classes at the Kyoto Martial Arts Center?" Okon questioned.
"Umm. . .I think I might check it out this weekend, if I don't have any plans."
"Yeah mean, if you don't have any plans with Aoshi-sama!"
Misao blushed a bright pink, before mumbling something about nosy older sisters. "What was that? You are in love with him?"
"MOU!! OKON!!" She pouted, throwing a washcloth at her sister, who was giggling like a little schoolgirl. "I'll be upstairs if you need me." She turned and waved, taking the flight of stairs two at a time.
* * *
The next week passed by in a flash, Megumi, Kaoru, and Misao becoming inseparable. They were still pestered by the idiot Sano, but his recent flirting with Megumi had toned down the insults a little bit. Kaoru talked to Kenshin a bit more than usual, although he still 'oroed' from time to time, making Misao laugh like crazy until she thought she would break a rib.
Misao had somehow conned Aoshi into driving her back and forth from school, her usual 'singing' episodes making him wish he could shrivel up and disappear.
"IIIIIIIIIIIII'm coming up so you better get this party started!" Misao sang, bouncing around in her seat.
Aoshi couldn't help but chuckling. She was so full of energy. Only it was almost ALL the time.
He pulled into her driveway, this now being routine. She flipped of the radio, and stepped out of the car, motioning to Aoshi to come with her. Turning around, she noticed that something was dreadfully wrong.
"Oh no... "
"Misao-chan? What's wrong?"
TBC...
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R&R!! Reviews = New Chapters!!
No huge message this time, sorry...gtg, dinner's ready!!
Until next time, my friendly readers!!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chibi-Nikoru (O.O)
And yes, I'm borrowing Pink's remix of "Get The Party Started", ft. Redman.
Am I crazy? No, not exactly. And about janitor Saitou, to all those who are curious...He is the janitor, and carrying around pruning shears is just a way to blow some time? Lol, sorry...haven't you ever seen your janitors use snow blowers, leaf blowers, or pick up garbage? Saitou is the all-around maintenance man, the head of the janitorial staff. Does that answer your question?? I certainly hope so... ^_^'
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Running to You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 6: Uh Oh, Spaghettios!!
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"MISAO-CHAN!! Is he cute?"
Okon edged a little closer, a scary glint in her eyes.
"Total dreamboat, sis" Misao replied, standing cockily.
The older fell back on the couch with a sigh.
"Tall?"
"Uh-huh."
"Hair?"
"Short, black, long bangs."
"Eyes?"
"Blue."
"Misao, you lucky girl! Too bad I don't go to your school...but then again, I have Seujiro-sensei..." Okon seemed to sink even further into the cushions, a dreamy and far-away expression plastered on her face. Misao giggled, marching up the stairs to change out of her uniform. She was lucky that Jiya had cancelled her shift, along with her teachers not assigning any homework. Who knows when she would have hit the hay.
Flopping down on her panda comforter, Misao sighed. 'What a day! I had no idea that so much could happen in 24 hours.'
She picked up the phone, and dialed Omasu's number. Her friend answered on the third ring.
"Moshi moshi! Oniwa residence, how can I help you?"
"Omasu! It's Misao!"
"Misao-chan! How are you?"
"I'm okay I guess. How are things in Tokyo?"
"Not the same since you left...I miss you SOOO much!"
"I miss you too Omasu."
"So...tell me about your first day? Did you meet any new people?"
Their conversation continued on, both girls filling each other in on everything new.
Meanwhile, down at the Kyoto Martial Arts Center, Aoshi, Kenshin, and Sano were chatting during their break.
"So Aoshi...what's the deal with you and the weasel?" Sano inquired teasingly.
"There is no deal. I just gave her a ride to school this morning."
"Is the girl incapable of walking? The school is only a few minutes away from your house."
"She was delayed, I suppose." Aoshi sat down on the small bench, wiping his forehead with a towel.
"She is kind of cute, ne?" Kenshin cut in, taking a spot beside his tall friend.
"Aa..."
"What are you guys talking about? She's a pint-size weasel for cryin' out loud! Look at kitsune. Now there's a cute chick if I ever saw one, eh?" He teased, nudging Kenshin's arm.
"Hai, but only if you like her jumping on your arm all the time." The red head retorted, earning a snort from Aoshi.
"Gentlemen, break's over." Their sensei informed the three, and they rose to continue training.
* * *
"MISAO!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!" Okina bellowed up the stairs, straining to hear a muffled 'in a minute' from his granddaughter.
He heard the door open, and shuffled footsteps heading towards him. Looking upwards, the old man saw her. She was wearing a pair of red sweatpants and white tank top.
"Misao-chan! I demand to know where you were this afternoon!"
She visibly winced upon hearing his tone, and started the slow descent of the steps until she was face-to-face with him.
"I was over at a friend's house..I...I guess I lost track of the time. Gomen Jiya, I never meant to make you angry." She bowed her head, guilt setting in now that her grandpa had intervened.
Okina watched her, feeling a little bad that he yelled at her.
"Misao-chan, I forgive you - but only this once. Next time call ahead to tell me where you are."
"Hai Jiya!" She squealed and leaped into his arms for another suffocating hug.
"Besides, I never would have met those pretty girls if you were at the Aoiya."
Misao abrubtly pulled back, steam coming out of her ears.
"Jiya no hentai!! Are you calling me UGLY?!" the girl screeched, hitting him on the head with an umbrella.
The old man burst out laughing and ran. He leaped into the air every time the umbrella hit him. They proceeded to run around the house in circles until Okina opened the front door and raced outside, scurrying down the sidewalk with an angry weasel in hot pursuit.
Aoshi was driving back from the center when he saw a huge cloud of dust moving rapidly down the sidewalk, the occasional squeak and bark of laughter escaping it.
He pulled into the driveway just as the cloud was about to pass his car.
'That was close.'
A familiar shriek erupted from the cloud, and he shook his head, lips tilting upward ever so slightly.
'Misao-chan, you are one of a kind.'
"Hentai! Hentai!" Misao yelled as they made their way back around the block to the house, Jiya locking himself in the bathroom so that he could escape the umbrella-wielding teen.
Misao fumed, muffling curses as she put the umbrella back, but not too far out of reach.
Strolling into the kitchen, she found her older sister chopping up some vegetables, a pot of rice bowling over the stove.
"Mou! That man is such a hentai! Don't you agree Okon?"
"Hai. It's so funny watching you chase him like that."
"Well you know...he TRIES to escape, but almost never does."
She looked up from the vegetables she was cutting, smiling warmly at her sister. "So when are you going to sign up for classes at the Kyoto Martial Arts Center?" Okon questioned.
"Umm. . .I think I might check it out this weekend, if I don't have any plans."
"Yeah mean, if you don't have any plans with Aoshi-sama!"
Misao blushed a bright pink, before mumbling something about nosy older sisters. "What was that? You are in love with him?"
"MOU!! OKON!!" She pouted, throwing a washcloth at her sister, who was giggling like a little schoolgirl. "I'll be upstairs if you need me." She turned and waved, taking the flight of stairs two at a time.
* * *
The next week passed by in a flash, Megumi, Kaoru, and Misao becoming inseparable. They were still pestered by the idiot Sano, but his recent flirting with Megumi had toned down the insults a little bit. Kaoru talked to Kenshin a bit more than usual, although he still 'oroed' from time to time, making Misao laugh like crazy until she thought she would break a rib.
Misao had somehow conned Aoshi into driving her back and forth from school, her usual 'singing' episodes making him wish he could shrivel up and disappear.
"IIIIIIIIIIIII'm coming up so you better get this party started!" Misao sang, bouncing around in her seat.
Aoshi couldn't help but chuckling. She was so full of energy. Only it was almost ALL the time.
He pulled into her driveway, this now being routine. She flipped of the radio, and stepped out of the car, motioning to Aoshi to come with her. Turning around, she noticed that something was dreadfully wrong.
"Oh no... "
"Misao-chan? What's wrong?"
TBC...
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R&R!! Reviews = New Chapters!!
No huge message this time, sorry...gtg, dinner's ready!!
Until next time, my friendly readers!!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chibi-Nikoru (O.O)