I don't own RK...yada yada yada
Sorry. Writing that gets kinda tiring...
Fell in Love w/ Aoshi @ the Rock Show: Part 5
For some strange reason, Misao felt as though
this was the most difficult decision she'd ever make
and felt slightly disappointed that she gave in to her
common sense. She pushed him away...
Aoshi blinked in surprise. The lack of Misao on
his lips was enough to drive him crazy. It felt as
though EVERY time he touched her, he became more
complete, he felt much happier than he was without
her. He felt...more sane. Feeling her gentle hands
pushing him back seemed to be more than he could
stand.
Okon's POV
It was hard to believe what a change of pace her
life was shifting to. One minute, Okon was in a HUGE
mansion, doing nothing but sitting on her butt all day
as everyone ELSE offered to work for her, and
NOW...she was actually working for HERSELF! Okon
shook her head as she tied her apron behind her back.
The hardest thing to believe was the fact that she
ENJOYED working for herself.
"Oh girls, you don't have to start working RIGHT
away! But since you volunteered and all..." Jiya
wheeled in TWO carts full of dishes that needed to be
washed and Okon and Omasu nearly fell to the floor.
"Uh...Thanks Okina?" Omasu said hesitantly as
the old man skipped away to wait on customers.
"Omasu, this may take us a while..." Her sister
nodded and squinted to see just where the giant
mountain of dishes ENDED. "I think I'll go find
Misao..." Okon backed away slowly and avoided making
"eye contact" with the large stacks of dishes and
slowly made her way up the stairs as Omasu started
their first task.
Halfway up the stairs, Okon felt the tension in
the air. Something was wrong, well, not necessarily
wrong, but SOMETHING weird was going on upstairs. She
quickened her pace and came to her room. She peered
in and found the room empty. THAT was when she
remembered that Misao was going to go to HER room to
put something away. Quietly, she tip-toed to the end
of the hall and turned the corner.
Her eyes widened as she saw Aoshi and Misao
standing across from each other, and BOTH of them were
out of breath and struggling for air.
"What's going on?" The two jumped back and
exchanged worried glances. "Aoshi? Did you do
something to Misao???" Okon glared at her brother and
Misao let out an EXTREMELY pathetic fake laugh.
"Ha! Nonononononono! Um...Uh...Aoshi just came
upstairs and startled me! Yeah! I was just walkin'
by and them BAM! He ran into me...I didn't even see
it coming! Ha ha ha!" Misao elbowed Aoshi and he let
out a fake chuckle too.
Although Okon MISSED the elbow to his side, she
knew that SOMETHING fishy was going on. Never had her
brother "chuckled", I mean...HE DOESN'T EVEN SMILE!
She laughed a bit too, but gave them both a suspicious
glare which made Misao want to shiver.
"Well, Aoshi DOES have a tendency to POP out of
nowhere. Are you tw---" A shrill scream came from a
woman downstairs and Misao thanked the GODS for the
interruption during Okon's line of questioning.
"Jiiiiyaaaa......." Misao started to walk
towards the staircase. Realization set in and Okon's
eyes widened as she raced downstairs to see if her
sister had "accidentally" killed the old man for any
sort of perverted action he had displayed. Before
Misao could get away from Aoshi, he had grabbed her
hand and pulled her back to face him.
"Aoshi." It was almost a plea. "Later.....we'll
talk later, ne?" He nodded and Misao walked calmly
down the stairs.
Misao's POV:
'WHAT AM I DOING???' Misao's heart was racing
and every muscle in her body was ready to sprint down
the stairway and out of Kyoto altogether. As she
reached the bottom of the stairs, Jiya raced past her
and waved a "victory" sign as Okon followed close
behind him with a rolling pin in hand.
Although Jiya was running for his life, Misao
couldn't help but feel better. For some reason,
seeing the two trying to kill each other was soothing,
as if that was how it was always meant to be. She
grabbed an apron and started in on the dishes with
Omasu.
"What did Jiya do THIS time?" Omasu laughed and
flicked the water off of her hands and into Misao's
face.
"Oh, it wasn't ME. There was some lady outside
asking for Soup and the old man thought she needed
assistance with her kimono. I'm not sure how he came
up with THAT one, but Okon's taking care of it!"
Misao started to laugh and Kuro and Shiro came in
through the back entrance.
"Hey, what are you two idiots doing? Sneaking in
through the BACK so that Jiya won't...won't..."
Misao's voice trailed away as she saw the third figure
enter the door.
"Makimachi-san." Saitoh nodded to her and Misao
wiped her soapy hands on her apron to dry them.
"Ko-Konichiwa." Misao had made it a POINT to
stay away from Hajime Saitoh...AT ALL COSTS. Yet,
here he was, in her kitchen. His hands were in his
pockets and he looked down at her with his usual
"death glare"...as usual.
"Misao-san, you should....introduce us to
your...friend." Okon and Omasu stood behind Misao and
vainly tried to alter their appearances. Misao rolled
her eyes and finally came to her senses.
"No. You don't need to know THIS jackass!"
Saitoh's POV:
He had to admit, it was a relief to hear her
refer to him as a jackass. He let out the breath he
had been holding and felt almost as though it were
like old times.
"I'm sorry ladies, it seems as though the Weasel
has forgotten her manners, I'm Hajime Saitoh." The
two girls started to blush and Misao's face reddened
in anger.
"HAJIME YOU ASS!" Misao kicked him in the shin
and Saitoh grinned as though he were fine even though
it really did hurt.
Aoshi walked in and watched as the two got into
an arguement and Misao started to get flustered. When
Saitoh finally realized there was another male in the
room, he stopped blocking Misao's punches and was
caught off guard when Misao punched him (as hard as
humanly possible) in the chin. He fell back a couple
of steps and cupped his hand over his face.
"OH MY GOD! SAITOH, I SWEAR, I THOUGHT YOU'D
BLOCK THAT ONE! ARE YOU OKAY???" Aoshi flinched at
how much concern she was showing this man. She raced
over to him and examined his face a little TOO closely
for Aoshi's comfort.
"Weasel..." Misao blinked a couple of times as
she waited for him to continue. "Who's he? ALREADY
got a new man?????" Misao spun around and bit her lip
when she saw Aoshi leaning against the kitchen
entrance. She couldn't help but blush.
"No. He's...a new worker."
Aoshi's POV:
Never had Aoshi felt so used. 'Is that ALL she
sees me as???' He struggled to keep his composure and
nodded in confirmation. "Saitoh" as she referred to
him, glared but was distracted by the ice-pack Misao
placed on his face. It was obvious that the man
didn't believe what Misao had said, and every part of
Aoshi wanted to deny it too. Silence flooded the room
and everyone exchanged silent/awkward glances.
Jiya then waltzed into the kitchen and started
singing to himself. No one said a word and Jiya
turned on the stove and started to chop vegetables as
though NO ONE was in the room. Kuro coughed and Jiya
spun around to see the other 7 people in the room with
him.
"Jiya, you senile old bag!" Everyone laughed,
except for Aoshi and Saitoh.
"Oh, Saitoh! Wow, it's been a long time since
you've been around here!!! Are you going to be
staying for dinner?" He nodded and rubbed his jaw and
Misao looked back and forth between Aoshi and Saitoh.
Okon and Omasu offered to help with dinner, and when
Aoshi looked at where Misao was last standing, he
gasped. She was gone. What's worse......so was
Saitoh.
Saitoh's POV:
As soon as he had declared he'd be staying over
for dinner, Misao took off. An evil grin spread
across his face as he decided to chase after her. He
knew where she'd be going, and she knew that he'd
follow here there too. As soon as he reached the
training hall behind the restaurant, Saitoh reached
out a hand to slide open the shoji door.
"Why are you here?" Saitoh felt the urge to jump
back. Misao was inside, and yet, she knew he was only
a few feet away. He had to admit, her skills became
greater every day.
"Don't I always end up following you here once
you start crying like a baby?" He slid open the door
and waited for his eyes to adjust from walking into
the dimly lit hall.
"No. Why are you at the Aoiya? I KNOW you
didn't come here for Kuro or Shiro!" He nodded and
looked down. There was no fooling THIS Makimachi. He
closed the door behind him and moved closer to the
center of the room where Misao was kneeling.
"HEY! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Saitoh smirked
and dared to take a single step towards her.
Naturally, Misao bombarded him with a dozen
kunai...and NATURALLY...Saitoh evaded them and STILL
managed to catch one of them in mid-air.
"So Hostile Makimachi...what gives?" Misao
grunted in frustration and armed herself once more.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???" Saitoh lit up a
cigarette knowing that they would be the only two in
the room.
"Maybe you should give the 'relationship' thing
one more chance." Saitoh was tempted to laugh once he
saw Misao's disgusted face.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?????" Saitoh blinked, signifying
that he was VERY MUCH SO serious. Misao grunted once
more. "No."
"Makimachi, why do you do this to yourself? Why
are you doing this to Me---"
"SHUT UP! EW! NO! IT DIDN'T WORK BEFORE, AND
IT SURE AS HELL WON'T WORK NOW!" Misao jumped up from
her squatting position and stomped past Saitoh to the
Shoji door. As she thrust the door back, Misao gasped
when she found Aoshi standing outside, a cold glare in
his eyes, and an _expression that read cleanly..."I
HEARD IT ALL."
Aoshi's POV:
'damnit'.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Well. This whole chapter came ROLLING out of my
head, so I'm sure it makes little...or NO sense what
so ever! sorry. N e hoo...be prepared for MORE
twisted plot turns and such... FEEDBACK PLEASE!
OH YEAH! IF I KISSED YOU AT THE RIALTO...TELL ME YOUR
NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leah~
Sorry. Writing that gets kinda tiring...
Fell in Love w/ Aoshi @ the Rock Show: Part 5
For some strange reason, Misao felt as though
this was the most difficult decision she'd ever make
and felt slightly disappointed that she gave in to her
common sense. She pushed him away...
Aoshi blinked in surprise. The lack of Misao on
his lips was enough to drive him crazy. It felt as
though EVERY time he touched her, he became more
complete, he felt much happier than he was without
her. He felt...more sane. Feeling her gentle hands
pushing him back seemed to be more than he could
stand.
Okon's POV
It was hard to believe what a change of pace her
life was shifting to. One minute, Okon was in a HUGE
mansion, doing nothing but sitting on her butt all day
as everyone ELSE offered to work for her, and
NOW...she was actually working for HERSELF! Okon
shook her head as she tied her apron behind her back.
The hardest thing to believe was the fact that she
ENJOYED working for herself.
"Oh girls, you don't have to start working RIGHT
away! But since you volunteered and all..." Jiya
wheeled in TWO carts full of dishes that needed to be
washed and Okon and Omasu nearly fell to the floor.
"Uh...Thanks Okina?" Omasu said hesitantly as
the old man skipped away to wait on customers.
"Omasu, this may take us a while..." Her sister
nodded and squinted to see just where the giant
mountain of dishes ENDED. "I think I'll go find
Misao..." Okon backed away slowly and avoided making
"eye contact" with the large stacks of dishes and
slowly made her way up the stairs as Omasu started
their first task.
Halfway up the stairs, Okon felt the tension in
the air. Something was wrong, well, not necessarily
wrong, but SOMETHING weird was going on upstairs. She
quickened her pace and came to her room. She peered
in and found the room empty. THAT was when she
remembered that Misao was going to go to HER room to
put something away. Quietly, she tip-toed to the end
of the hall and turned the corner.
Her eyes widened as she saw Aoshi and Misao
standing across from each other, and BOTH of them were
out of breath and struggling for air.
"What's going on?" The two jumped back and
exchanged worried glances. "Aoshi? Did you do
something to Misao???" Okon glared at her brother and
Misao let out an EXTREMELY pathetic fake laugh.
"Ha! Nonononononono! Um...Uh...Aoshi just came
upstairs and startled me! Yeah! I was just walkin'
by and them BAM! He ran into me...I didn't even see
it coming! Ha ha ha!" Misao elbowed Aoshi and he let
out a fake chuckle too.
Although Okon MISSED the elbow to his side, she
knew that SOMETHING fishy was going on. Never had her
brother "chuckled", I mean...HE DOESN'T EVEN SMILE!
She laughed a bit too, but gave them both a suspicious
glare which made Misao want to shiver.
"Well, Aoshi DOES have a tendency to POP out of
nowhere. Are you tw---" A shrill scream came from a
woman downstairs and Misao thanked the GODS for the
interruption during Okon's line of questioning.
"Jiiiiyaaaa......." Misao started to walk
towards the staircase. Realization set in and Okon's
eyes widened as she raced downstairs to see if her
sister had "accidentally" killed the old man for any
sort of perverted action he had displayed. Before
Misao could get away from Aoshi, he had grabbed her
hand and pulled her back to face him.
"Aoshi." It was almost a plea. "Later.....we'll
talk later, ne?" He nodded and Misao walked calmly
down the stairs.
Misao's POV:
'WHAT AM I DOING???' Misao's heart was racing
and every muscle in her body was ready to sprint down
the stairway and out of Kyoto altogether. As she
reached the bottom of the stairs, Jiya raced past her
and waved a "victory" sign as Okon followed close
behind him with a rolling pin in hand.
Although Jiya was running for his life, Misao
couldn't help but feel better. For some reason,
seeing the two trying to kill each other was soothing,
as if that was how it was always meant to be. She
grabbed an apron and started in on the dishes with
Omasu.
"What did Jiya do THIS time?" Omasu laughed and
flicked the water off of her hands and into Misao's
face.
"Oh, it wasn't ME. There was some lady outside
asking for Soup and the old man thought she needed
assistance with her kimono. I'm not sure how he came
up with THAT one, but Okon's taking care of it!"
Misao started to laugh and Kuro and Shiro came in
through the back entrance.
"Hey, what are you two idiots doing? Sneaking in
through the BACK so that Jiya won't...won't..."
Misao's voice trailed away as she saw the third figure
enter the door.
"Makimachi-san." Saitoh nodded to her and Misao
wiped her soapy hands on her apron to dry them.
"Ko-Konichiwa." Misao had made it a POINT to
stay away from Hajime Saitoh...AT ALL COSTS. Yet,
here he was, in her kitchen. His hands were in his
pockets and he looked down at her with his usual
"death glare"...as usual.
"Misao-san, you should....introduce us to
your...friend." Okon and Omasu stood behind Misao and
vainly tried to alter their appearances. Misao rolled
her eyes and finally came to her senses.
"No. You don't need to know THIS jackass!"
Saitoh's POV:
He had to admit, it was a relief to hear her
refer to him as a jackass. He let out the breath he
had been holding and felt almost as though it were
like old times.
"I'm sorry ladies, it seems as though the Weasel
has forgotten her manners, I'm Hajime Saitoh." The
two girls started to blush and Misao's face reddened
in anger.
"HAJIME YOU ASS!" Misao kicked him in the shin
and Saitoh grinned as though he were fine even though
it really did hurt.
Aoshi walked in and watched as the two got into
an arguement and Misao started to get flustered. When
Saitoh finally realized there was another male in the
room, he stopped blocking Misao's punches and was
caught off guard when Misao punched him (as hard as
humanly possible) in the chin. He fell back a couple
of steps and cupped his hand over his face.
"OH MY GOD! SAITOH, I SWEAR, I THOUGHT YOU'D
BLOCK THAT ONE! ARE YOU OKAY???" Aoshi flinched at
how much concern she was showing this man. She raced
over to him and examined his face a little TOO closely
for Aoshi's comfort.
"Weasel..." Misao blinked a couple of times as
she waited for him to continue. "Who's he? ALREADY
got a new man?????" Misao spun around and bit her lip
when she saw Aoshi leaning against the kitchen
entrance. She couldn't help but blush.
"No. He's...a new worker."
Aoshi's POV:
Never had Aoshi felt so used. 'Is that ALL she
sees me as???' He struggled to keep his composure and
nodded in confirmation. "Saitoh" as she referred to
him, glared but was distracted by the ice-pack Misao
placed on his face. It was obvious that the man
didn't believe what Misao had said, and every part of
Aoshi wanted to deny it too. Silence flooded the room
and everyone exchanged silent/awkward glances.
Jiya then waltzed into the kitchen and started
singing to himself. No one said a word and Jiya
turned on the stove and started to chop vegetables as
though NO ONE was in the room. Kuro coughed and Jiya
spun around to see the other 7 people in the room with
him.
"Jiya, you senile old bag!" Everyone laughed,
except for Aoshi and Saitoh.
"Oh, Saitoh! Wow, it's been a long time since
you've been around here!!! Are you going to be
staying for dinner?" He nodded and rubbed his jaw and
Misao looked back and forth between Aoshi and Saitoh.
Okon and Omasu offered to help with dinner, and when
Aoshi looked at where Misao was last standing, he
gasped. She was gone. What's worse......so was
Saitoh.
Saitoh's POV:
As soon as he had declared he'd be staying over
for dinner, Misao took off. An evil grin spread
across his face as he decided to chase after her. He
knew where she'd be going, and she knew that he'd
follow here there too. As soon as he reached the
training hall behind the restaurant, Saitoh reached
out a hand to slide open the shoji door.
"Why are you here?" Saitoh felt the urge to jump
back. Misao was inside, and yet, she knew he was only
a few feet away. He had to admit, her skills became
greater every day.
"Don't I always end up following you here once
you start crying like a baby?" He slid open the door
and waited for his eyes to adjust from walking into
the dimly lit hall.
"No. Why are you at the Aoiya? I KNOW you
didn't come here for Kuro or Shiro!" He nodded and
looked down. There was no fooling THIS Makimachi. He
closed the door behind him and moved closer to the
center of the room where Misao was kneeling.
"HEY! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Saitoh smirked
and dared to take a single step towards her.
Naturally, Misao bombarded him with a dozen
kunai...and NATURALLY...Saitoh evaded them and STILL
managed to catch one of them in mid-air.
"So Hostile Makimachi...what gives?" Misao
grunted in frustration and armed herself once more.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???" Saitoh lit up a
cigarette knowing that they would be the only two in
the room.
"Maybe you should give the 'relationship' thing
one more chance." Saitoh was tempted to laugh once he
saw Misao's disgusted face.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?????" Saitoh blinked, signifying
that he was VERY MUCH SO serious. Misao grunted once
more. "No."
"Makimachi, why do you do this to yourself? Why
are you doing this to Me---"
"SHUT UP! EW! NO! IT DIDN'T WORK BEFORE, AND
IT SURE AS HELL WON'T WORK NOW!" Misao jumped up from
her squatting position and stomped past Saitoh to the
Shoji door. As she thrust the door back, Misao gasped
when she found Aoshi standing outside, a cold glare in
his eyes, and an _expression that read cleanly..."I
HEARD IT ALL."
Aoshi's POV:
'damnit'.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Well. This whole chapter came ROLLING out of my
head, so I'm sure it makes little...or NO sense what
so ever! sorry. N e hoo...be prepared for MORE
twisted plot turns and such... FEEDBACK PLEASE!
OH YEAH! IF I KISSED YOU AT THE RIALTO...TELL ME YOUR
NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leah~