Hello minna!! Been a little while, ne? I've been profusely occupied with
other...things.
Well guess what? I have another chapter for you! It may not be the best, but it will help lead up to that crucial, first romantic moment for our couple. A little angsty, but hey, you need some kind of plot twist. Feel free to leave comments; I anxiously await your opinion.
Usual Disclaimers apply...
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Running to You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 7: Put Your Head on My Shooooooullderrrr...
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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?"
She blinked, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She could feel it in the air, and what lay before her eyes only confirmed the uneasy knot in her stomach.
The front door was not closed, but partially open, and the handle was completely ripped off. Looking right, Misao noticed that all of the blinds were shut, a peculiar occurrence during a NORMAL afternoon.
A single word formed in her mind, and she couldn't fathom how it had slipped from her lips.
"Motoko..."
"What was that?" Aoshi inquired, not completely able to comprehend what she had just said.
Misao turned to him, eyes filled with worry, tears beginning to form.
"Motoko." She sank slowly, fearing the worse.
Aoshi rushed over, hands clasping her arms. "What does that mean? Who is this 'Motoko'? Speak to me Misao!"
She glanced at him dazedly, thoughts spinning wildly. "Please, tell me!" He shook her, fear beginning to creep into his senses.
To his horror, she began to wail loudly, water running down her small face in rivulets. Misao grabbed onto his jacket for support, unable to speak.
Not knowing what else to do, Aoshi crushed her to his chest, trying to offer at least some comfort to the unknown cause of grief. Misao buried her face in his shirt, still crying. He was now sitting cross-legged on the asphalt, Misao curled up in his lap, body wracked with tears.
'How do I help the situation if I don't even know what is wrong? Who is this Mokoto anyway? The name seems vaguely familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.'
Misao pulling away from him slightly took him out of thought. Aoshi looked her over, her eyes now red, cheeks puffy and slightly damp.
"M-Motoko Niiwa used to be a f-friend of Jiya's." she began. "He helped him get a start in the restaurant business about ten years ago. When Jiya found out that he was using the restaurant as a place to traffic narcotics, Jiya cut him off from the restaurant and won all of his money in a lawsuit against him for trafficking drugs, co-owning an establishment under false pretenses. Mokoto-san swore he would get his revenge one day, and c-coming home to see this..."
A fresh river of tears threatened to flow, but Aoshi quickly wiped any beginnings away with his thumbs, and pulled her close for another hug.
"Now you don't know for sure whether or not this is Mokoto-san's doing?"
"N-no...but it looks like his handiwork."
"Let me check it out. If there's anything in there, I'll deal with it."
"But you might get hurt!"
"I doubt it. I think it will be the other way around. Are you doubting my abilities?"
He grinned slightly, trying to make the situation a little better. She giggled slightly, rubbing her eyes.
"I'll be right here. I won't move. Promise."
Aoshi nodded, and strode back over to the car, grabbing his kodachi out of the trunk.
Before entering the house, he gave Misao a long glance, disappearing into the darkness of the hall a moment later.
It was eerily quiet. An intrusion was obvious, as there were objects strewn about. He moved through the hallway stealthily and silent, listening. Aoshi's ears perked up when a rustling noise sounded from the second floor.
Creeping up the stairs, the noise became louder, and Aoshi's eyes narrowed. He unsheathed his kodachi, and poised for an attack. In two lightning-fast movements, the door was sliced to pieces, but what lay on the other side completely stunned him into shock.
"KIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
Misao heard the shrill cry, and immediately ran inside, towards the noise.
"EEEEEEEPP!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"
Aoshi averted his eyes and tried to explain. "Well, um...you see...the door was open and..."
"Misao!! Help me!! It's a burglar, come quick!!"
Still panic-stricken, Okon glanced down, finally realizing why the intruder did not look at her. "OHMYGOSH!! IMNAKED!!" She had just got out of the shower when the door miraculously disappeared.
Misao rounded the corner when she had found the source of the scream. Her eyes went wide with shock when she discovered the scene in front of her.
"Oh my god..."
"Well don't just stand there, do something!!" Okon shrieked, grabbing the closest object and trying to cover her bare form.
She pulled a completely stunned and embarrassed Aoshi from the doorframe and flung him into her room, shutting the door behind her. Misao walked back over to the bathroom, steam now emanating from within. "Okon? What's going on? Why is the door broken, and why are the blinds shut?"
Okon just looked at her, completely stupefied as to why she cared more about the door and windows than her current state.
"Don't you even care about me? I'm naked and was almost attacked by a psycho!!"
"That wasn't a psycho! That was Aoshi-sama!"
Misao couldn't help it. The sight of Okon half-naked and furious, along with Aoshi's reaction gave her the urge to laugh. He had definitely 'dealt' with the situation.
The more she thought about it, the more the laughter bubbled up through her throat. Her crying now completely forgotten, she sat down, and proceeded to howl with mirth.
This was too much in one day for Okon. First having to break the handle because she couldn't find her keys, then a frantic search afterwards that lead anywhere, and now this. Anger rose, and she fumed.
"You think this is funny, Misao-chan? You think I AM FUNNY?"
Misao laughed even harder, not paying any heed to her sister's temper. Okon marched out of the bathroom, slamming her bedroom door. "Just you wait, Misao. You better watch your back."
After a few minutes, when the giggles had subsided, she decided to check on Aoshi.
She tiptoed to the door, and opened it, shutting it silently. He was still in there, sitting on her bed, looking at a photograph of her and Omasu.
"Are you alright?"
Aoshi slowly looked up at her in a somewhat dazed manner, still trying to recollect the past ten minutes. "I think so... that was your sister?
TBC...
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Aiyeeeee!!
I'm not sure if this chapter makes complete sense, but I couldn't let it turn angsty and have something happen to Jiya! This is supposed to be a romantic comedy!! Onegai, if it does not go with the rest of the story, please let me know, and I will attempt to repair any damages.
Like I mentioned before...having a bit of writer's block, but possibly using this chapter as a filler to get to the next one...
Speaking of upcoming chapters, there may be a little WAFF between you-know- who! I'm also trying to write our beloved Janitor into it, thinking of a perfect opportunity to do so.
I also changed my name to Chibi-Nikoru, because it makes more sense (to me, anyways).
Remember, More Reviews = More Chapters!! Maybe I'll wait until 100 reviews until I post Chapter 8, ne?
Also, be sure to check out my second fic in progress, Anonymous Advances. Still RK, also A/M.
Until next time... (^_^)
Well guess what? I have another chapter for you! It may not be the best, but it will help lead up to that crucial, first romantic moment for our couple. A little angsty, but hey, you need some kind of plot twist. Feel free to leave comments; I anxiously await your opinion.
Usual Disclaimers apply...
"..." Denotes Speech '...' Denotes Thought
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Running to You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 7: Put Your Head on My Shooooooullderrrr...
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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?"
She blinked, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She could feel it in the air, and what lay before her eyes only confirmed the uneasy knot in her stomach.
The front door was not closed, but partially open, and the handle was completely ripped off. Looking right, Misao noticed that all of the blinds were shut, a peculiar occurrence during a NORMAL afternoon.
A single word formed in her mind, and she couldn't fathom how it had slipped from her lips.
"Motoko..."
"What was that?" Aoshi inquired, not completely able to comprehend what she had just said.
Misao turned to him, eyes filled with worry, tears beginning to form.
"Motoko." She sank slowly, fearing the worse.
Aoshi rushed over, hands clasping her arms. "What does that mean? Who is this 'Motoko'? Speak to me Misao!"
She glanced at him dazedly, thoughts spinning wildly. "Please, tell me!" He shook her, fear beginning to creep into his senses.
To his horror, she began to wail loudly, water running down her small face in rivulets. Misao grabbed onto his jacket for support, unable to speak.
Not knowing what else to do, Aoshi crushed her to his chest, trying to offer at least some comfort to the unknown cause of grief. Misao buried her face in his shirt, still crying. He was now sitting cross-legged on the asphalt, Misao curled up in his lap, body wracked with tears.
'How do I help the situation if I don't even know what is wrong? Who is this Mokoto anyway? The name seems vaguely familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.'
Misao pulling away from him slightly took him out of thought. Aoshi looked her over, her eyes now red, cheeks puffy and slightly damp.
"M-Motoko Niiwa used to be a f-friend of Jiya's." she began. "He helped him get a start in the restaurant business about ten years ago. When Jiya found out that he was using the restaurant as a place to traffic narcotics, Jiya cut him off from the restaurant and won all of his money in a lawsuit against him for trafficking drugs, co-owning an establishment under false pretenses. Mokoto-san swore he would get his revenge one day, and c-coming home to see this..."
A fresh river of tears threatened to flow, but Aoshi quickly wiped any beginnings away with his thumbs, and pulled her close for another hug.
"Now you don't know for sure whether or not this is Mokoto-san's doing?"
"N-no...but it looks like his handiwork."
"Let me check it out. If there's anything in there, I'll deal with it."
"But you might get hurt!"
"I doubt it. I think it will be the other way around. Are you doubting my abilities?"
He grinned slightly, trying to make the situation a little better. She giggled slightly, rubbing her eyes.
"I'll be right here. I won't move. Promise."
Aoshi nodded, and strode back over to the car, grabbing his kodachi out of the trunk.
Before entering the house, he gave Misao a long glance, disappearing into the darkness of the hall a moment later.
It was eerily quiet. An intrusion was obvious, as there were objects strewn about. He moved through the hallway stealthily and silent, listening. Aoshi's ears perked up when a rustling noise sounded from the second floor.
Creeping up the stairs, the noise became louder, and Aoshi's eyes narrowed. He unsheathed his kodachi, and poised for an attack. In two lightning-fast movements, the door was sliced to pieces, but what lay on the other side completely stunned him into shock.
"KIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
Misao heard the shrill cry, and immediately ran inside, towards the noise.
"EEEEEEEPP!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"
Aoshi averted his eyes and tried to explain. "Well, um...you see...the door was open and..."
"Misao!! Help me!! It's a burglar, come quick!!"
Still panic-stricken, Okon glanced down, finally realizing why the intruder did not look at her. "OHMYGOSH!! IMNAKED!!" She had just got out of the shower when the door miraculously disappeared.
Misao rounded the corner when she had found the source of the scream. Her eyes went wide with shock when she discovered the scene in front of her.
"Oh my god..."
"Well don't just stand there, do something!!" Okon shrieked, grabbing the closest object and trying to cover her bare form.
She pulled a completely stunned and embarrassed Aoshi from the doorframe and flung him into her room, shutting the door behind her. Misao walked back over to the bathroom, steam now emanating from within. "Okon? What's going on? Why is the door broken, and why are the blinds shut?"
Okon just looked at her, completely stupefied as to why she cared more about the door and windows than her current state.
"Don't you even care about me? I'm naked and was almost attacked by a psycho!!"
"That wasn't a psycho! That was Aoshi-sama!"
Misao couldn't help it. The sight of Okon half-naked and furious, along with Aoshi's reaction gave her the urge to laugh. He had definitely 'dealt' with the situation.
The more she thought about it, the more the laughter bubbled up through her throat. Her crying now completely forgotten, she sat down, and proceeded to howl with mirth.
This was too much in one day for Okon. First having to break the handle because she couldn't find her keys, then a frantic search afterwards that lead anywhere, and now this. Anger rose, and she fumed.
"You think this is funny, Misao-chan? You think I AM FUNNY?"
Misao laughed even harder, not paying any heed to her sister's temper. Okon marched out of the bathroom, slamming her bedroom door. "Just you wait, Misao. You better watch your back."
After a few minutes, when the giggles had subsided, she decided to check on Aoshi.
She tiptoed to the door, and opened it, shutting it silently. He was still in there, sitting on her bed, looking at a photograph of her and Omasu.
"Are you alright?"
Aoshi slowly looked up at her in a somewhat dazed manner, still trying to recollect the past ten minutes. "I think so... that was your sister?
TBC...
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Aiyeeeee!!
I'm not sure if this chapter makes complete sense, but I couldn't let it turn angsty and have something happen to Jiya! This is supposed to be a romantic comedy!! Onegai, if it does not go with the rest of the story, please let me know, and I will attempt to repair any damages.
Like I mentioned before...having a bit of writer's block, but possibly using this chapter as a filler to get to the next one...
Speaking of upcoming chapters, there may be a little WAFF between you-know- who! I'm also trying to write our beloved Janitor into it, thinking of a perfect opportunity to do so.
I also changed my name to Chibi-Nikoru, because it makes more sense (to me, anyways).
Remember, More Reviews = More Chapters!! Maybe I'll wait until 100 reviews until I post Chapter 8, ne?
Also, be sure to check out my second fic in progress, Anonymous Advances. Still RK, also A/M.
Until next time... (^_^)