Good...Evening...
I am in such a mood that I felt like adding this chapter early. It's beginning to feel a lot like winter...(T.T)
Regarding your last review, Midori, HAI HAI!! It is coming...BE PATIENT.
I'm still trying to figure out how to fit in the janitor...anyone who has an idea, I'm willing to listen. If not, that will just be Saitou's cameo.
Saitou: "If you want me to appear again, you'll have to double my pay, Nikoru."
Chibi-Nikoru: "But I don't have that kind of money! Besides, what makes you think I WANT you to appear again?"
Saitou: "..."
Chibi-Nikoru: "Ha!"
On with the chapter...
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Running To You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 12: Rescue Me
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She turned the taps tightly, making sure no water would drip. Misao slunk further into the steaming water, succumbing to the relaxing warmth. She still didn't know why Aoshi had left so suddenly that morning, and wondered if it was something she had done. Sighing, she lifted one leg out of the water, wiggling her toes. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy has got it bad for Aoshi-sama." Misao giggled at herself, then stepped out of the bath, grabbing her blue terry cloth robe.
She hummed all the way to her bedroom, and shut the door quietly behind her. It was strangely cool, and she noticed the window was open. "Wait a minute, I didn't open it...must have been Okina or something." Misao shrugged, then strode over to the window and shut it tightly. Glancing down through the glass, she noticed something odd about the driveway. There was an extra car parked.
"Uh oh...Okon's got company!" She giggled aloud, and that's when she saw it. Something moved in the shadows in the far corner of her room. Trying not to panic, she grabbed the closest object she could reach. It was her red school shoes. Acting calm, she began to walk towards the corner, trying to make the attack unnoticeable. About two metres away, she screamed "I got you!" and chucked the shoes towards the intruder with all her might.
The person obviously was not expecting this, as they tried to dodge the flying shoes. The attempt was unsuccessful, a loud "Ow!" and "My head!" resounding throughout the room.
Misao ran and flipped on the lights, feeling triumphant that she caught the heathen.
When she turned around, her breath caught in her throat.
"Misao! It's me!"
"Oh, shit..."
She blinked a few times to make sure her eyes weren't playing any tricks. Nope, he was still there.
"Soujirou! What are you doing here?" Misao questioned.
"I came to see you of course! You didn't forget me, did you?" He smiled, trying to relax the situation.
"How could I forget a jerk like you! You lead me on, date me, then dump me for some bimbo!" Misao's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. "I want you out of here now, Soujirou. Go back to Tokyo and leave me alone!"
"But that was then! I'm in love with you, don't you see?" Soujirou began to walk over to her, opening his arms as if to embrace the fuming girl. Misao raised clenched fists, ready to swing if he came any closer. "Aw, come on Mi-chan. You know you still love me."
He kept coming closer, causing her to edge backward little by little. "No I don't! Stay away from me or I'll, I'll..."
"You'll what? Hit me? Mi-chan, you couldn't hurt a fly." He grinned again, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Maybe she can't, but I can."
Both Misao and Soujirou whipped their heads around in the direction of the voice.
"Aoshi..." Misao breathed, trying to see the expression that lay behind his bangs. A gust of wind blew through the room, echoing the silence that had fallen upon the three of them. She took this opportunity to flee, jumping over her bed and straight into Aoshi's arms. Misao buried her face in his shirt, and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his arm wrap around her petite frame.
"And you would be?" Soujirou questioned, stepping towards the taller man with an irritated look.
"Your worst nightmare." Aoshi said coolly, drawing out one of his kodachi. "Now I suggest you leave, or you'll be sent back to Tokyo with a few new bruises." He raised the weapon so it was eye-level with Soujirou, and waited for him to make his move.
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Mi-chan. I'll be back for you." Soujirou glared at Aoshi before jumping out the window, and Aoshi didn't relax until his car could no longer be heard.
He dropped the kodachi, and lifted Misao's chin to see her face. Her eyes had traces of tears, but her smile was sunshine. She practically beamed at him, her eyes as bright as the sparkling ocean. "Misao-chan, daijabou ka?" Aoshi inquired, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.
"H-hai...you rescued me..." Misao whispered, her eyelashes batting prettily. Aoshi brought his other hand from around her waist to run through her damp hair. She smelled like Sakura blossoms.
"Are you going to tell me who that was?" He asked, his voice gentle. Misao closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that being questioned was inevitable.
"That was Seta Soujirou, an old boyfriend I had when I was in Tokyo. He was really sweet in the beginning, surprising me with gifts and compliments all of the time. One day, this new girl came to my school, catching every male student's attention in a three-mile radius. She was gorgeous - blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that every girl would kill for. He began to see her behind my back, then dumped me because I "would never compare." I was devastated and heartbroken. A few months after that, Jiya announced that we were moving to Kyoto...so here I am."
Misao choked back a sob at the bitter memory. It was unnerving how cruel people could be.
Aoshi pulled her closer, hoping that he could comfort the small girl. "You know, what he said...it isn't true. I don't think that anyone could compare to you."
Misao's eyes shot open and she pulled back, not believing what he had just said. 'Could he really mean...' She responded the only way she could at that moment.
Misao wrapped her arms around Aoshi's neck and pulled him down until their lips met.
TBC...
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Well Mids, there's your smooch. Of course, the temperature will rise even more in the next chapter...
So let me know what you think! I really enjoyed writing this one. Remember, if you can think of a way to have Saitou appear again, tell me.
Until next time...
PRESS THE BUTTON!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!! (O.O)
I am in such a mood that I felt like adding this chapter early. It's beginning to feel a lot like winter...(T.T)
Regarding your last review, Midori, HAI HAI!! It is coming...BE PATIENT.
I'm still trying to figure out how to fit in the janitor...anyone who has an idea, I'm willing to listen. If not, that will just be Saitou's cameo.
Saitou: "If you want me to appear again, you'll have to double my pay, Nikoru."
Chibi-Nikoru: "But I don't have that kind of money! Besides, what makes you think I WANT you to appear again?"
Saitou: "..."
Chibi-Nikoru: "Ha!"
On with the chapter...
))(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())((
Running To You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 12: Rescue Me
))(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())((
She turned the taps tightly, making sure no water would drip. Misao slunk further into the steaming water, succumbing to the relaxing warmth. She still didn't know why Aoshi had left so suddenly that morning, and wondered if it was something she had done. Sighing, she lifted one leg out of the water, wiggling her toes. "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, and this little piggy has got it bad for Aoshi-sama." Misao giggled at herself, then stepped out of the bath, grabbing her blue terry cloth robe.
She hummed all the way to her bedroom, and shut the door quietly behind her. It was strangely cool, and she noticed the window was open. "Wait a minute, I didn't open it...must have been Okina or something." Misao shrugged, then strode over to the window and shut it tightly. Glancing down through the glass, she noticed something odd about the driveway. There was an extra car parked.
"Uh oh...Okon's got company!" She giggled aloud, and that's when she saw it. Something moved in the shadows in the far corner of her room. Trying not to panic, she grabbed the closest object she could reach. It was her red school shoes. Acting calm, she began to walk towards the corner, trying to make the attack unnoticeable. About two metres away, she screamed "I got you!" and chucked the shoes towards the intruder with all her might.
The person obviously was not expecting this, as they tried to dodge the flying shoes. The attempt was unsuccessful, a loud "Ow!" and "My head!" resounding throughout the room.
Misao ran and flipped on the lights, feeling triumphant that she caught the heathen.
When she turned around, her breath caught in her throat.
"Misao! It's me!"
"Oh, shit..."
She blinked a few times to make sure her eyes weren't playing any tricks. Nope, he was still there.
"Soujirou! What are you doing here?" Misao questioned.
"I came to see you of course! You didn't forget me, did you?" He smiled, trying to relax the situation.
"How could I forget a jerk like you! You lead me on, date me, then dump me for some bimbo!" Misao's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. "I want you out of here now, Soujirou. Go back to Tokyo and leave me alone!"
"But that was then! I'm in love with you, don't you see?" Soujirou began to walk over to her, opening his arms as if to embrace the fuming girl. Misao raised clenched fists, ready to swing if he came any closer. "Aw, come on Mi-chan. You know you still love me."
He kept coming closer, causing her to edge backward little by little. "No I don't! Stay away from me or I'll, I'll..."
"You'll what? Hit me? Mi-chan, you couldn't hurt a fly." He grinned again, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Maybe she can't, but I can."
Both Misao and Soujirou whipped their heads around in the direction of the voice.
"Aoshi..." Misao breathed, trying to see the expression that lay behind his bangs. A gust of wind blew through the room, echoing the silence that had fallen upon the three of them. She took this opportunity to flee, jumping over her bed and straight into Aoshi's arms. Misao buried her face in his shirt, and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his arm wrap around her petite frame.
"And you would be?" Soujirou questioned, stepping towards the taller man with an irritated look.
"Your worst nightmare." Aoshi said coolly, drawing out one of his kodachi. "Now I suggest you leave, or you'll be sent back to Tokyo with a few new bruises." He raised the weapon so it was eye-level with Soujirou, and waited for him to make his move.
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Mi-chan. I'll be back for you." Soujirou glared at Aoshi before jumping out the window, and Aoshi didn't relax until his car could no longer be heard.
He dropped the kodachi, and lifted Misao's chin to see her face. Her eyes had traces of tears, but her smile was sunshine. She practically beamed at him, her eyes as bright as the sparkling ocean. "Misao-chan, daijabou ka?" Aoshi inquired, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek.
"H-hai...you rescued me..." Misao whispered, her eyelashes batting prettily. Aoshi brought his other hand from around her waist to run through her damp hair. She smelled like Sakura blossoms.
"Are you going to tell me who that was?" He asked, his voice gentle. Misao closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that being questioned was inevitable.
"That was Seta Soujirou, an old boyfriend I had when I was in Tokyo. He was really sweet in the beginning, surprising me with gifts and compliments all of the time. One day, this new girl came to my school, catching every male student's attention in a three-mile radius. She was gorgeous - blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that every girl would kill for. He began to see her behind my back, then dumped me because I "would never compare." I was devastated and heartbroken. A few months after that, Jiya announced that we were moving to Kyoto...so here I am."
Misao choked back a sob at the bitter memory. It was unnerving how cruel people could be.
Aoshi pulled her closer, hoping that he could comfort the small girl. "You know, what he said...it isn't true. I don't think that anyone could compare to you."
Misao's eyes shot open and she pulled back, not believing what he had just said. 'Could he really mean...' She responded the only way she could at that moment.
Misao wrapped her arms around Aoshi's neck and pulled him down until their lips met.
TBC...
))(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())((
Well Mids, there's your smooch. Of course, the temperature will rise even more in the next chapter...
So let me know what you think! I really enjoyed writing this one. Remember, if you can think of a way to have Saitou appear again, tell me.
Until next time...
PRESS THE BUTTON!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!! (O.O)