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Damn that stupid kimono. With the way it was made it was nearly impossible to run, let alone kick or fight.
"Kansuke what are you doing?"
"I think you know exactly what I am doing." The now unattractive pervert leaned down and kissed the disgusted girl's forehead.
"Let go!" Misao wriggled herself into a position where she could case some damage to the man. With one swift motion she pulled her knees up to hit a man's vital area.
The action caused a sudden intake of breath and Kansuke fell over on to his side, releasing Misao from his hold. But he wasn't ready to give up just yet. "You bitch." Kansuke grabbed the edge of the kimono, pulling her down to the ground with him.
"Let go of me you jerk!" She struggled to get free again but only succeeded in ripping the blue material, exposing the bottom of her butt. "Ah dammit!"
Kansuke chuckled in a disgusting tone. The kind of tone that would make you sick to your stomach. "Hehe nice ass."
"Perv." Kansuke pulled the flimsy material at a higher area, exposing her breast. "Let go before I-" She skipped the rest of the warning as he moved his hand to touch her at a most precious place. She pulled back and punched, hard, in his ribs.
With the material ripped she threw off her shoes and now had the ability to run. And that's what she did.
It's not that she was afraid of him, oh no, but she wanted to leave before she risked exposing more of her body to the man lying in pain on the floor.
She got back to the Aoiya quickly but she didn't go in before making sure that no one was close enough to see her run into her room.
The young 17-year-old ran into her room. Tears, tired of being held back for so long, finally escaped and streamed down her face. Misao ignored the greeting from Omasu as she ran into her room and sat in the corner and cried.
These tears were not only of sadness but of guilt. Guilt for not trusting Aoshi's word. They were of anger, for trusting Kansuke's, and of Regret. She regretted ever even dating at all. Especially someone she didn't know.
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Aoshi sat in his room, drinking his evening tea and thinking of the day's previous events. Though the scene that kept replaying in his mind was of Misao yelling at him and welcoming that insufferable man into the home.
Every time that scene replayed in his mind, Aoshi felt angrier and angrier, but he knew not why. What was this feeling that he was experiencing? Why over her? What was happening to him?
Earlier that morning he had a bad feeling. A feeling that something was wrong. About half an hour after that he heard the front door open, signaling that Misao had returned home. Following the door slam back shut foot steps were heard rushing their way to Misao's room. After the foot steps stepped into the room stifled sobs made their way to Aoshi's ears.
Realizing that Omasu's greeting had been cut short, he decided that something must be wrong. He exited his room to see what it was.
Upon leaving the sanctity of his room, Aoshi saw the woman Omasu enter Misao's room, though Omasu did not notice him.
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Omasu entered Misao's room quietly, revealing a weeping teenager huddle up in a ball in the far corner. The older girl laid a hand on Misao's shoulder. Misao froze completely, tears stopping, then slowly looked up at her older friend.
"Misao…Are you okay?" The question was an obvious no, but her reply would tell Omasu if she felt like talking about it.
"I hate him…I hate him completely." Her disgusted voice told Omasu that the girl wasn't exaggerating at all.
Omasu wrapped her arms around the smaller form, letting Misao release all her sobs which were held back the whole time. The black haired woman held her young trembling friend, giving her as much comfort as possible, as Misao silently wept on her friend's shoulder.
A few moments later and the tears had finally stopped. Omasu lifted Misao's tear soaked face . "Now…are you going to tell me what happened?"
Misao weakly nodded and began her story of a miserable date with a miserable man… of a date that started out so well.
When it was all over Omasu hugged the girl tight. "It's okay now. He didn't do anything to you did he?"
"No." Misao said hoarsely. "I didn't let him." She gave her friend a weak smile and wiped away the tears with her arm against her face.
"Well you get to bed. Don't worry about the kimono."
"I wasn't…but thanks." She gratefully accepted the offer to go to bed and stood up so that she could change into bed wear. Omasu made sure she was alright before leaving the poor girl alone for the night.
"Omasu?"
"Yes?" The girl turned as she was heading for the door.
"Don't tell Aoshi." Her request was almost a whisper as she slowly fell into a land of blissful dreams.
"Of course." She wasn't surprised. She knew about the crush the teen had on Lord Aoshi, she knew that Misao wouldn't want Aoshi to know of anything like that. And Omasu wasn't one to go telling things that she didn't have a right to tell.
The two of them never knew of the dark creature that had listened in on the whole scene. The man whose lips repeated the name "Kagato Kansuke." over and over. The man known as Shinomori Aoshi. The man heading out the door to find the man that caused so much pain in his Misao.
Aoshi was so angry he didn't even notice how he claimed Misao as his in his mind. But at that point, he didn't notice much of anything besides finding where this man whose name played on his lips lived.
As he wandered through town asking people about him, his tone and thoughts got eviler and eviler. Oh the pain this man would suffer…under the hands of Lord Aoshi.
A/N: So how did you like the second chappie? Please review and tell me!