Tokyo, at last.
The woman stopped in front of a restaurant, footsore and hungry. She was grimy and obviously tired from a long journey, yet she still managed to look more like a highborn lady than the commoner her clothes proclaimed her to be.
The clothes … they were very, very plain, the brown kimono made out of only the cheapest and coarsest of fabrics. They itched and strained against a body used to finer materials. As soon as she was done here, they would have to go.
Burning would do nicely, as a matter of fact.
It was a shame, really. It had been so long since she had been here, and now to return, looking like this …
Oh, well. Necessity is necessity.
Besides, she'd be done soon enough, she'd find him soon enough, and once she found him, he wouldn't be able to resist her. He'd never been able to before. Once she had him again, things would be alright, and she could go back to normal.
Oh, how she had missed him …
The woman stopped her increasingly maudlin thoughts, shaking her head to clear it. This restaurant, this … Akabeko looked clean, at least, and that was more than one could say about half the places in this side of town.
She'd find her beloved later. Now was the time to replenish the strength she had lost getting here.
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Okay, I will make up for the missed day someday. Just not right now. *is broadsided with a brick of stupid* Being sick really, really sucks, and I swear to God, if I start really coughing up blood instead of just feeling like I am, something is going to die.
On the other hand, I have printed out the most adorable picture of Seifer using Zell as a pillow (and another one of Zell holding a Santa hat on Seifer's head, and Seifer looking like he's about to kill Zell, and one of Zell standing back-to-back with Seifer holding a ruler to tell how much height difference there is and Zell looking all *I'm never gonna be tall* and Seifer looking all *God, is he ever going to get over this* and … can you tell I'm just slightly enamored of this pairing? 'Cause I wouldn't want to be too obvious. ^_^) to keep me happy, so I guess I'm okay. Mmmm. Zeifer. Or Seiell … but that doesn't look as good.
Anyways, reviews to respond to.
Kuroyousei: No, Misao doesn't know Aoshi's gay yet, and she won't know right now, but she will find out. Rather abruptly. And um … it's not going to be really funny. That's all I'm going to say. About your daily-update story, I'm really a huge supporter of that, and there's a link to your livejournal in your profile, right? ('Cause I'm not really a huge fan of lj's in any other use but for fanfics and stuff like that – reading about other people's lives gets real boring, real fast – and I tend to just skip over that part whenever I check out a profile) And I agree with you about the whole ff.net thing, but with me it's more really a matter of "where else am I going to go" than any real desire to stay here. I've pretty much stopped reading any fics except those by authors I know I already like, just 'cause it's so hard to find decent ones here … *sigh* But really, where else am I going to find an archive for PotC, RK, and FFVIII (of which I do have a few fics, they just aren't published) all on one site? *sigh* It was so much easier when I only wrote for Baldur's Gate (though, admittedly, those ones, being the first fanfics I had written, ever, kinda suck …)
Nicky: Well, I'm glad you think it's funny. ^_^ Yeah, Misao is really naïve (she's sixteen, it's allowed, ferchristsake), isn't she? And you're also right, she isn't the smartest girl on the show (I personally think that title goes to Megumi, but that's just me). Oh well. We still love you, weasel-girl! Thanks for the review!
You know, I don't think I've made a big deal over it, but I'm still just so amazed, and so grateful to all the people who review this, and any other story I write. It's a constant surprise when I open my inbox every day and find out that you people haven't gotten tired of me yet … I seriously don't know why you keep being so nice to a cynical little bitch like me. I love you all! *glomps*
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.Or maybe being sick for … what … three days straight now? … is finally taking its toll on me. Whatever. I still love you. 'Til tomorrow (night!)!