Porcelain Doll
Disclaimer: I do not own RK, never have, never will, if I did I'd be rich and wouldn't be wasting my free time here.
Summary: The fact that she would do anything for him meant nothing, the fact that she'd given everything up just in hopes that he'd talk to her meant nothing. According to him, he did not love her; she was just a child trying to be an adult, nothing more, nothing less. So she married a man she did not love, and he stayed isolated away from society, frozen forever in his own shame.
Rated: R for violence, swearing, abuse, depression, murder, suicide, and possible lemon/lime stuff.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama
Note: Sorry for the long wait my computer broke down for a while and I had to get it fixed, anyway this chapter won't be long, sorry, I've got to work on other stories too -
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"It Hasn't Been Fair For Little Girls Because If You Don't Like Pink, You're Fucked." -Jessicka Fodera
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She did not sleep, instead she laid there, eyes looking forward to the wall and slowly she stood and rose from the bed, making sure she made no motion that would wake her husband, that ninja training really did come in handy when she needed it.
She changed her clothing to a beautiful black kimono with peach tree blossoms in a design that appeared as if they were falling like ice crystals and to match it she placed a one of her many black ob's on.
She then, as quick as a snow flake melts in the palm of your hand, left the house she had been captive in. It wasn't like she was running away, oh no, she did this kind of thing all the time, left in the middle of the night for walks. No one knew about it of course, but then again, no one cared.
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He breathed in the outside air, it had be atleast 1 in the morning, no one in the Aoiya knew he had left, left to escape the painful memories of her, all the remained. Nothing was right without her, it was like she had died, like a snail who had perished and all that was left was an empty shell. The empty shell, of course, was him.
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She stood in front of the river, it's beauty calling to her like a spell, the way the water just, ran away from whatever it could attracted her, maybe she could do that too, run away for good, maybe. It was a nice thought.
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Wherever he looked, she was there, staring at him with tears falling down her face, god it was enough to make him walk off Mount Fuji, it was wrong what he did to her, but then again everyone knew that. But for the longest time he denied it....
He stood by the river and suddenly he heard a crash of water....his head snapped to the side but saw nothing for the longest time.
Wait for it....
His eye widened, long black hair and pale skin wrapped in a black kimono, it was fast but his eyes were faster then most others.
The next thing he knew he had dived down into the river finally finding the girl and bringing her up to the air. He swam over the ground placing her down he finally realized who it was he had just saved.
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I can't even die right god I really am pathetic......
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"Misao!?"
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'Aoshi!?'
Notes: The chapter's short I know but trust me by next chapter you'll see why it was so short. R&R please. Oh and if you like this go check out my story Cut Strings [basically because I want more reviews for it haha].