Konnichi wa minna! Guess what?? School has started once again...ARRGH
About the last chapter, I KNOW. I'm desperate to reach beyond the throes of the horrible WRITER'S BLOCK. But hey, I'm trying, and will make sure this chapter makes up for the last one.
As for the 100 REVIEWS comment...HA HA HO HO...
I WAS JUST KIDDING!! I'm not that mean!! Sheesh...
Anyways, on with the story. As usual, all disclaimers apply.
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Running to You
Chapter 8:
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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?"
"Um, yeah. I think you really scared her though. You looked pretty scared yourself!"
Misao furrowed her brows thoughtfully, trying to think of a way to better Aoshi's condition. "Hey Aoshi-sama, why don't you lie down for a few minutes, you look a little out of it?"
His answer was a small whooshing sound as his head hit the soft pillow, and a tired sigh. Misao smiled. 'He looks so cute!'
She picked up his discarded kodachi and placed them near the door. When she turned around to ask if he was hungry, Misao was surprised to find him fast asleep! Shaking her head with a grin, she took a blanket out of her closet and draped it over his slumbering form.
Leaving the room to let him rest, she almost tripped down the steps over some of Okon's belongings, running into a bewildered Okina at the bottom. "What happened here Misao-chan? It looks like someone used a battering ram on the door!"
She giggled, earning a curious stare from her grandfather. "It seems that Okon had a bit of trouble getting in! Figures she would do something like that..."
"Maa, maa. Don't forget the time you dressed up for that customer and tripped over your shoes. He never did get those stains out you know." Misao clenched her fists, almost growling.
"As I recall, it was an accident." She stated, face scrunched up in frustration.
"I'll never forget the look on your face though. It was something like a constipated rhino!" He laughed aloud, backing up ever so slightly. Misao moved into an attack stance, Okina running away from her, screaming like a schoolgirl.
"You'll pay for that!!" She screeched, stomping back up the stairs to her room. She glanced at her watch. 8:22 PM.
'Wow, time sure passes quickly! I think I'm gonna go practice to let off steam.'
Luckily, the laundry was sitting in a neat pile on a small table, so she just pulled her training uniform from it, glad that she didn't have to disturb Aoshi-sama.
Once outside in the backyard, she picked up some of her extra kunai, stretching in the process. Misao took a few practice throws, clapping her hands when she saw that they had all hit the target. She flipped through the air to retrieve her knives, but froze, feeling someone watching her. She turned around, but saw no one. Shrugging, she went back to pulling the kunai out of the doll's head, but still felt the eyes glaring at her. Misao whipped around this time, looking upwards as she saw movement from one of the curtains in her window.
'Aoshi-sama...'
She heaved a sigh, suddenly drained of energy. Still unsatisfied, Misao threw her kunai a few more times, internally scolding herself when she missed the stuffed burlap head.
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It wasn't until a little after nine that she re-entered the kitchen, Okina reading quietly, and Okon shrouded in the glow of the television. "Ah! Misao-chan! Feeling better?"
"You're not getting off the hook that easily, Jiya!" She turned her nose into the air, and promptly announced that she was going to bed. Okina grinned, knowing full well who was already upstairs, thanks to his faithful source.
Misao yawned as she trudged up the stairs for the umpteenth time that day. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and sleep...
But that's not how it turned out at all. She smacked her forehead, forgetting all about Aoshi. She had almost slipped under the blanket, and if it weren't for his breathing, she would've jumped into a highly embarrassing situation. Grumbling, she took another blanket and an extra pillow, making a makeshift bed on the floor. Misao conked out in minutes, unaware of the presence know kneeling next to her.
He had woken up when she had almost slipped into the bed with him, but he remained silent, eyes closed, as to not create an awkward moment. She had willingly allowed him to sleep in her bed, while she took the floor. He was completely surprised by her actions. Aoshi had expected Misao to beat him out of her bed and out the front door, but this was not the case. She sacrificed her comfort for his. That was uncommon for him. Sure, he had had females throw themselves at him, but they never wanted to look deeper than face value, to care about him on the inside.
This girl was definitely strange, but he liked being around her. She always had a smile for everyone, never letting anything get her down. If she did, she certainly didn't show it.
He carefully reached out a hand, stroking her cheek. She mumbled, turning over to face him. Aoshi jerked his hand away, thinking she had woke up. 'Nope, definitely still asleep.' He noted the small trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth, and smirked.
Misao moved again, and muttered a few more sentences, Aoshi catching one.
"Aoshi-sama...kawaii..."
He froze at her words. Could she be dreaming of...him? An unfamiliar feeling washed over Aoshi, and he realized he was blushing.
Aoshi needed to get some air. Unfortunately, when he tried to stand, he was pulled back down. Misao had apparently gotten her hands fisted in his shirt, and it didn't look like her grip was going to let up. Letting out a groan, he reluctantly lay down, positioning himself closer to her so her arm wouldn't hurt in the morning.
From a small crack, Okina beamed, watching the scene unfold in his granddaughter's room.
'Finally someone to make her happy!' the old man thought, walking down the hall to his own room.
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Misao awoke feeling very warm. She attributed it to the sun, which always shone through her window. She slowly opened her eyes, taking a quick intake of breath. She was snuggled against a chest, someone's arm draped around her waist. Glancing upwards, her mouth went slack.
IT WAS AOSHI-SAMA!!
'Oh my gosh! How did...' She wiggled slightly, hoping to slip away unnoticed. Her attempts were cut off when she was suddenly pulled closer, Aoshi's grip tightening around her waist, almost protectively so.
Misao was sure she blushed from head to toe. Her heart began to beat a little faster, no doubt from such close contact with the object of her affection. She absent-mindedly brushed his bangs away from his face, freezing when his eyelids fluttered open.
"O-Ohayou, Aoshi-sama."
TBC.
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Phew!! Like Nelly said, It's Getting Hot in Herrrrre...
Lol, how did you like this installment? Tell me! I love to hear feedback. It may be a little bit before I can post another chapter, due to the increasing amount of homework, gladly piled on by my teachers.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and can't wait to turn up the heat a little bit more in chapter nine! I figured that it wouldn't be a problem for Aoshi to sleep over since it was a Friday.
In the next chapter, I have a feeling we will meet Aoshi's mysterious parents, no doubt a good lecture will be occuring for his miraculous disappearance. (even though he is only down the street!) Our notorious janitor will be making an appearance, I assure you, and then things will begin to get really juicy, as someone from Misao's past shows up, creating a stir within the slowly evolving relationship with her and Aoshi. Also, some tension will arise between Kenshin and Saitou, the cause being withheld until I write it!!
Anyways, I gtg watch Big Brother, so until next time!!
Chibi-Nikoru (^_^)
About the last chapter, I KNOW. I'm desperate to reach beyond the throes of the horrible WRITER'S BLOCK. But hey, I'm trying, and will make sure this chapter makes up for the last one.
As for the 100 REVIEWS comment...HA HA HO HO...
I WAS JUST KIDDING!! I'm not that mean!! Sheesh...
Anyways, on with the story. As usual, all disclaimers apply.
"..." Denotes Speech '...' Denotes Thought
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Running to You
Chapter 8:
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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?"
"Um, yeah. I think you really scared her though. You looked pretty scared yourself!"
Misao furrowed her brows thoughtfully, trying to think of a way to better Aoshi's condition. "Hey Aoshi-sama, why don't you lie down for a few minutes, you look a little out of it?"
His answer was a small whooshing sound as his head hit the soft pillow, and a tired sigh. Misao smiled. 'He looks so cute!'
She picked up his discarded kodachi and placed them near the door. When she turned around to ask if he was hungry, Misao was surprised to find him fast asleep! Shaking her head with a grin, she took a blanket out of her closet and draped it over his slumbering form.
Leaving the room to let him rest, she almost tripped down the steps over some of Okon's belongings, running into a bewildered Okina at the bottom. "What happened here Misao-chan? It looks like someone used a battering ram on the door!"
She giggled, earning a curious stare from her grandfather. "It seems that Okon had a bit of trouble getting in! Figures she would do something like that..."
"Maa, maa. Don't forget the time you dressed up for that customer and tripped over your shoes. He never did get those stains out you know." Misao clenched her fists, almost growling.
"As I recall, it was an accident." She stated, face scrunched up in frustration.
"I'll never forget the look on your face though. It was something like a constipated rhino!" He laughed aloud, backing up ever so slightly. Misao moved into an attack stance, Okina running away from her, screaming like a schoolgirl.
"You'll pay for that!!" She screeched, stomping back up the stairs to her room. She glanced at her watch. 8:22 PM.
'Wow, time sure passes quickly! I think I'm gonna go practice to let off steam.'
Luckily, the laundry was sitting in a neat pile on a small table, so she just pulled her training uniform from it, glad that she didn't have to disturb Aoshi-sama.
Once outside in the backyard, she picked up some of her extra kunai, stretching in the process. Misao took a few practice throws, clapping her hands when she saw that they had all hit the target. She flipped through the air to retrieve her knives, but froze, feeling someone watching her. She turned around, but saw no one. Shrugging, she went back to pulling the kunai out of the doll's head, but still felt the eyes glaring at her. Misao whipped around this time, looking upwards as she saw movement from one of the curtains in her window.
'Aoshi-sama...'
She heaved a sigh, suddenly drained of energy. Still unsatisfied, Misao threw her kunai a few more times, internally scolding herself when she missed the stuffed burlap head.
* * *
It wasn't until a little after nine that she re-entered the kitchen, Okina reading quietly, and Okon shrouded in the glow of the television. "Ah! Misao-chan! Feeling better?"
"You're not getting off the hook that easily, Jiya!" She turned her nose into the air, and promptly announced that she was going to bed. Okina grinned, knowing full well who was already upstairs, thanks to his faithful source.
Misao yawned as she trudged up the stairs for the umpteenth time that day. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and sleep...
But that's not how it turned out at all. She smacked her forehead, forgetting all about Aoshi. She had almost slipped under the blanket, and if it weren't for his breathing, she would've jumped into a highly embarrassing situation. Grumbling, she took another blanket and an extra pillow, making a makeshift bed on the floor. Misao conked out in minutes, unaware of the presence know kneeling next to her.
He had woken up when she had almost slipped into the bed with him, but he remained silent, eyes closed, as to not create an awkward moment. She had willingly allowed him to sleep in her bed, while she took the floor. He was completely surprised by her actions. Aoshi had expected Misao to beat him out of her bed and out the front door, but this was not the case. She sacrificed her comfort for his. That was uncommon for him. Sure, he had had females throw themselves at him, but they never wanted to look deeper than face value, to care about him on the inside.
This girl was definitely strange, but he liked being around her. She always had a smile for everyone, never letting anything get her down. If she did, she certainly didn't show it.
He carefully reached out a hand, stroking her cheek. She mumbled, turning over to face him. Aoshi jerked his hand away, thinking she had woke up. 'Nope, definitely still asleep.' He noted the small trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth, and smirked.
Misao moved again, and muttered a few more sentences, Aoshi catching one.
"Aoshi-sama...kawaii..."
He froze at her words. Could she be dreaming of...him? An unfamiliar feeling washed over Aoshi, and he realized he was blushing.
Aoshi needed to get some air. Unfortunately, when he tried to stand, he was pulled back down. Misao had apparently gotten her hands fisted in his shirt, and it didn't look like her grip was going to let up. Letting out a groan, he reluctantly lay down, positioning himself closer to her so her arm wouldn't hurt in the morning.
From a small crack, Okina beamed, watching the scene unfold in his granddaughter's room.
'Finally someone to make her happy!' the old man thought, walking down the hall to his own room.
* * *
Misao awoke feeling very warm. She attributed it to the sun, which always shone through her window. She slowly opened her eyes, taking a quick intake of breath. She was snuggled against a chest, someone's arm draped around her waist. Glancing upwards, her mouth went slack.
IT WAS AOSHI-SAMA!!
'Oh my gosh! How did...' She wiggled slightly, hoping to slip away unnoticed. Her attempts were cut off when she was suddenly pulled closer, Aoshi's grip tightening around her waist, almost protectively so.
Misao was sure she blushed from head to toe. Her heart began to beat a little faster, no doubt from such close contact with the object of her affection. She absent-mindedly brushed his bangs away from his face, freezing when his eyelids fluttered open.
"O-Ohayou, Aoshi-sama."
TBC.
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Phew!! Like Nelly said, It's Getting Hot in Herrrrre...
Lol, how did you like this installment? Tell me! I love to hear feedback. It may be a little bit before I can post another chapter, due to the increasing amount of homework, gladly piled on by my teachers.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and can't wait to turn up the heat a little bit more in chapter nine! I figured that it wouldn't be a problem for Aoshi to sleep over since it was a Friday.
In the next chapter, I have a feeling we will meet Aoshi's mysterious parents, no doubt a good lecture will be occuring for his miraculous disappearance. (even though he is only down the street!) Our notorious janitor will be making an appearance, I assure you, and then things will begin to get really juicy, as someone from Misao's past shows up, creating a stir within the slowly evolving relationship with her and Aoshi. Also, some tension will arise between Kenshin and Saitou, the cause being withheld until I write it!!
Anyways, I gtg watch Big Brother, so until next time!!
Chibi-Nikoru (^_^)