Chapter 3- Reflections on Chickens
Disclaimer- I don't own nothing!
A.N- Lord school is getting hectic and it's not even end of September! So just bear with me and my stories, cuz alas if I want to get anywhere in this world School must come first T_T. I was inspired by days of thunder for certain scenes in this chap!
WARNING- THERE IS SWEARING!
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Misao flopped on her garbage corner couch in her little shit hole apartment. The ceiling dripped from the pipes above, the kitchen was falling apart, she hadn't dared gone into her fridge in months, her TV had a coat hanger for antennae, her coffee table was buried under old pizza boxes and newspapers and this was just her living room. Her bedroom consisted of a futon, a broken blind, some wrinkled clothes in the bottom of her closet, there was a fake wall behind her closet which seemed to be left unearthed when the police came. That was where she hid all her ninja gear and her most secret possessions. When she had first moved into this hell when she was seventeen, she had woken up on her futon thinking she was back in the Aoiya, but after looking around the baron wasteland of a room she sobbed her eyes out. Ever since then Misao had slept on the couch, her room always reminded her of how truly alone she was.
Here she was a seventeen year-old girl moving into the slums of Tokyo. Misao had spent almost every penny she had to get her adoptive grandfather into the best nursing home she could. She didn't want to put him there but he was so sick and if he wasn't looked after by a professional he would surely die. And Misao would not loose anymore people she loved. She refused too.
Misao felt the tears developing in her eyes as the false wall was pulled away, displaying a treasure trove of equipment and a large box full of trophies and pictures. Misao frantically started to dig through the box. The contents varied, her dead mother's perfume, her deceased father's training robes, her dusty medals for gymnastics and kempo, Aoshi-sama's scarf- Misao stopped at the scarf. She didn't dare touch it, it once used to be one of her dear comforts, but not anymore. Hot tears started to roll down her cheeks as gazed at the long piece of silk, she wanted to tear it into shreds, burn it and through the ashes into the wind. But she could never find the nerve. She sat there starring at the scarf and she gently broke into sobs. She had realized something.
This life had ruined her.
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Sagara Sanosuke whipped the perspiration of his brow with an oily hand as he heard the doorbell ring as someone entered his garage.
"Hey Kenshin, come on in!" He shouted in the direction of the entrance, but instead of a short red headed man he discovered a rather tall brunette dressed in a lab coat and a stethoscope. 'Hell this chick is better than Kenshin any day!' He thought smugly. He quickly grabbed a rag to rub the grime of his hands and decided to turn on the charm,
"Can I help you with something Miss?"
"Yeah," She said a bit exasperated, "Do you know where a Sagara Sanosuke is?" This was his lucky day, he knew that bastard Katsu would pull a stunt like this with his birthday so soon 'cause there was no way in hell a real doctor could be that hot
"Your looking at him."
"Ah Mr. Sagara-"
"Please call me Sano."
"Err- Can we please get this over with quickly, I've got a lot of other people and my time isn't cheap."
"Alright, I'm ready you are." Sano said leaning laxly on the car he was working on, he waited for a minute and soon found himself a little impatient, "Well?"
"Well, what? Are we going to get this done or what?" The "Doctor" replied tapping her foot in irritation. Sano frowned a bit at how long this process was taking,
"My thoughts exactly. So off with clothes."
"WHAT?" The "doctor" said horrified, Sano was a bit confused and asked innocently,
"Aren't you a stripper?"
"NOO!" Shouted the woman. Sano was still a little mixed up,
"So Katsu didn't send you?"
"NO, SAITOU SENT ME!" She screamed.
"So Saitou sent me a stripper?" He said thinking that was the most preposterous thing he heard in his life.
"I'M NOT A STRIPPER!" The non-stripper chick screamed. Sano personally didn't understand what she was so upset about, it was an honest mistake.
" Well since we got that straightened out, what can I do you for?" Sano said throwing his most winning smile at her.
"Saitou said you owed him a favor, I'm here to collect it." Sano suddenly felt very sick. First of all anything with Saitou in it was bad news and second of all he was really disappointed that he couldn't a lap dance out of her,
"Are you sure your not a stripper?" Asked in a little desperation
"NO!"
"Damn"
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Kaoru's eyes shot open; once again Miss Kamiya had fallen asleep on the couch. She seemed to sleep there more than she did in her room! And even worse now she was late! After the meeting with Saitou last night Kaoru stayed up thinking the whole scenario over.
"Mou!" No time shower for the lazy bones of Kaoru. She quickly ran into her room to find some clothes. She discovered a cute blue long sleeved top and slapped on a pair of black training pants. It worked. She quickly laced up her sneakers and headed towards the door. Wait! She was missing something!
"KEYS!" She said in a frantic panic and began tearing her couch apart for the misplaced item. She looked in her room, then her purse, her jacket, her toaster and couldn't find them.
"MOU! Don't tell me I have to ride my bike." She cried as she opened the front door. As she did this, a glimmer caught her eye. The Keys were in the door lock the whole time.
"Woohoo!" She pumped a fist into the air with victory and out she went.
And then came back in, and grabbed the directions off the kitchen table.
Saitou had told her and the other girls to meet a man named Sagara Sanosuke, he was to be the "Mr. Fix it" of the group. If you need something he could supply it and he could do just about anything the girls wanting, incase they needed him to pose as a waiter or something when undercover or be a grunt man to help them break in. People like that were always necessary in this job, somebody who could help you out when you need it. Kaoru just prayed that he could be trusted.
She parked her inconspicuous navy Jetta a block aware and trotted lightly the rest of the way. Finally after 5 minutes of her pace she came in front of a big steel garage door. Kaoru innocently dug through her track pant pockets for the crinkled piece of paper she so rapidly snatched before. She double-checked the address, yep this was it. Kaoru casually checked her environment for escape roots, it had become a life long habit since her teachings. She took a deep breath and stepped into the garage, embracing her new life
And a fox and a chicken fighting.
She stood a little awe struck at seeing the reasonably cool Dr. Takani fighting with what looked like their Mr. Sagara.
"Eckhem" Instantly two surprised heads turned to her direction. Kaoru was about to ask what the hell was going on when she did a double take.
"Is that a vintage Thunderbird?"
Yes Kaoru has always loved cars
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Shinomori Aoshi was the picture of tranquility. Sitting soundly stirring his green tea in the morning sunshine outside at little corner café. Times like these came as a rare commodity. He had been waiting patiently for about an hour for one of his colleagues, to arrive with the next assignment. Aoshi new this one was going to big he could just the feel the streets buzz with tension and members of the underground were slowly dispersing almost hiding out to wait for what ever it was to blow over. Most of his sources had gone dry and Battousai had gone to see what he could scrounge up. Aoshi pushed up the sunglasses slipping down his nose. His attention soon was pulled to the dramatics going on across the street. A small graced his lips as he watched the misfortunes of this poor woman. She was a petit thing with a long braid flapping in the wind. He had to admit she was pretty fast but what really surprised him was when she pole vaulted (did I spell that right) clear over a mailbox and she still missed her bus. He could almost see the steam rising from her ears.
Something about her was truly fascinating. She was wearing a pair of warn blue jeans, dirty skateboard sneakers, A bright green t-shirt with some slogan on it and a zip up black hoodie. The girl looked like a typical tomboy but there was something different about her. She stomped over to the bus terminal and sat down with a loud sigh. Her eyes began to flutter closed, but soon shot open and her hands went straight to her pager. She looked at it, a frown set on her charismatic face. She sighed once more and picked up her tattered canvas bag and began to run again. He watched her until all he saw was the end of her braid flicking around the corner and then an image very similar to that one crept into his mind. Aoshi automatically starred into his tea. A smirk graced him as he remembered a small girl in a school uniform heading through the elementary school gates waving exuberantly. 'Misao' he thought warmly. She was probably back in Kyoto with Okina working at the Aoiya happily, trying to wiggle her way out of homework, completely happy with her simplistic life. It was all worth it, as long as Misao was safe, everything was worth it.
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Kaoru hunched over the elegant piece of machinery, wrench in her hand, a jump suit on that she tied the rest at her waist and the radio blaring angry rock music.
'Well this is definitely not what I expect' Kaoru thought as she opened up the gas valve. She bobbed her head to the music while pondering over the absence of people. Megumi had gotten miffed/ embarrassed at Kaoru walking on them arguing over something and went to get coffee. Then she and Sano inspected the car, and then Sano went really pale after she said something and told her she could work on it, as he had to call a friend.
"Hello?" A masculine voice rang into the garage. Kaoru instantly turned her attention to him. And there he was, a short man with the most fire red hair she had ever seen and a crossed scar marred his rather boyish face.
"Ano. Konnichi wa." The man said politely realizing he didn't know her, "Uh. Do you know where Sessha could find Sano?" Kaoru stifled a giggle at him calling himself unworthy, yep he was definitely a cutie.
"He's just in his office making a phone call." She smiled at him and replied back with one as well,
"Then sessha will wait for him to be done." Kaoru was taken a little surprised by this because she was hideously clumsy when it came to men.
"Uh- Okay" She turned back to the car awkwardly feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. There was a moment of silence.
"So I haven't seen you around here, did Sano just hire you." Still blushing Kaoru didn't turn towards him but still answered,
"Oh no, I don't work here I'm just waiting for a friend Sano owes a favour to." She put simply, "He let me work on the car while I was waiting for my friend. They're kinda my secret passion." She laughed a bit, then found the courage to face the red haired man. She was taken a back when his powerful violet eyes stared straight into hers.
"What's your name?" He asked gently. But before she could answer, Sano came running out of his office and jumped the stairs.
"KENSHIN!" He yelled in panic. The redhead looked a little blankly at the rather frazzled Sano.
"Konnichi wa Sano." Sano opened his mouth to say something then looked at Kaoru and closed it.
" Uh Kenshin, I haven't got those new break pads in yet. Uh lets go and check and see how your car is doing." Sano quickly grabbed the arm of the violet-eyed man and pulled him out of the garage at frantic pace. Kaoru just stood dumbly.
"Weird." She muttered.
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"What the hell does he think this is? Run Lola Run?" Misao puffed as she rounded the corner. First she had woken up late, then missed her bus and then Saitou the asshole called and told her to just run to the rendezvous. She cursed the bastard who felt it necessary to have stolen her motorcycle. 'Oh boy if I ever get my hands on him I'll tear him a new one!' She scowl grew into an evil smirk as she thought of all the rather violent things she would do to the thief. 'Thank Kami-sama for track.' Misao thought as she hopped a fence and ran some more. Before Misao's life turned to horse shit she was quite an over achiever. All her teachers said she was sure to get into the best universities and even get some scholarships. She was the captain of the gymnastics team, star of track and field and the ace of physics. But now she didn't even have a high-school diploma to show. 'If only things were different' Misao thought ruefully, but regrets had never got her anywhere before so she quickly pushed them out of her head and sped up. 'It could always be worse, Jiya could be dead and I could a pro.' She shuttered violently at the thought of her working the streets.
"NEVER" She whispered angrily and went flat into sprinting. Misao rounded another corner and slid to a stop to catch her breath. She walked into the garage a mess and yelled cheerily,
"I'm here!" Saitou snorted at her.
"Took you long enough Makimachi." They climbed the stairs to an office where he directed her to a seat along a tanned brown haired guy and the girls.
"Now it's time to give you your mission." Saitou said. All sat attentively.
TBC ~*~*~
MUHAHAHAHAHA! Aren't I bad? Well you guys are just going have to wait until the next chapter. So is everybody happy, I introduced Sano, Aoshi AND Kenshin all in one chapter. Tell me what you think! I value others opinions highly oh and P.S I'm sorry about any grammar mistakes
Til Next time Folks!
Disclaimer- I don't own nothing!
A.N- Lord school is getting hectic and it's not even end of September! So just bear with me and my stories, cuz alas if I want to get anywhere in this world School must come first T_T. I was inspired by days of thunder for certain scenes in this chap!
WARNING- THERE IS SWEARING!
~*~*~
Misao flopped on her garbage corner couch in her little shit hole apartment. The ceiling dripped from the pipes above, the kitchen was falling apart, she hadn't dared gone into her fridge in months, her TV had a coat hanger for antennae, her coffee table was buried under old pizza boxes and newspapers and this was just her living room. Her bedroom consisted of a futon, a broken blind, some wrinkled clothes in the bottom of her closet, there was a fake wall behind her closet which seemed to be left unearthed when the police came. That was where she hid all her ninja gear and her most secret possessions. When she had first moved into this hell when she was seventeen, she had woken up on her futon thinking she was back in the Aoiya, but after looking around the baron wasteland of a room she sobbed her eyes out. Ever since then Misao had slept on the couch, her room always reminded her of how truly alone she was.
Here she was a seventeen year-old girl moving into the slums of Tokyo. Misao had spent almost every penny she had to get her adoptive grandfather into the best nursing home she could. She didn't want to put him there but he was so sick and if he wasn't looked after by a professional he would surely die. And Misao would not loose anymore people she loved. She refused too.
Misao felt the tears developing in her eyes as the false wall was pulled away, displaying a treasure trove of equipment and a large box full of trophies and pictures. Misao frantically started to dig through the box. The contents varied, her dead mother's perfume, her deceased father's training robes, her dusty medals for gymnastics and kempo, Aoshi-sama's scarf- Misao stopped at the scarf. She didn't dare touch it, it once used to be one of her dear comforts, but not anymore. Hot tears started to roll down her cheeks as gazed at the long piece of silk, she wanted to tear it into shreds, burn it and through the ashes into the wind. But she could never find the nerve. She sat there starring at the scarf and she gently broke into sobs. She had realized something.
This life had ruined her.
~*~*~
Sagara Sanosuke whipped the perspiration of his brow with an oily hand as he heard the doorbell ring as someone entered his garage.
"Hey Kenshin, come on in!" He shouted in the direction of the entrance, but instead of a short red headed man he discovered a rather tall brunette dressed in a lab coat and a stethoscope. 'Hell this chick is better than Kenshin any day!' He thought smugly. He quickly grabbed a rag to rub the grime of his hands and decided to turn on the charm,
"Can I help you with something Miss?"
"Yeah," She said a bit exasperated, "Do you know where a Sagara Sanosuke is?" This was his lucky day, he knew that bastard Katsu would pull a stunt like this with his birthday so soon 'cause there was no way in hell a real doctor could be that hot
"Your looking at him."
"Ah Mr. Sagara-"
"Please call me Sano."
"Err- Can we please get this over with quickly, I've got a lot of other people and my time isn't cheap."
"Alright, I'm ready you are." Sano said leaning laxly on the car he was working on, he waited for a minute and soon found himself a little impatient, "Well?"
"Well, what? Are we going to get this done or what?" The "Doctor" replied tapping her foot in irritation. Sano frowned a bit at how long this process was taking,
"My thoughts exactly. So off with clothes."
"WHAT?" The "doctor" said horrified, Sano was a bit confused and asked innocently,
"Aren't you a stripper?"
"NOO!" Shouted the woman. Sano was still a little mixed up,
"So Katsu didn't send you?"
"NO, SAITOU SENT ME!" She screamed.
"So Saitou sent me a stripper?" He said thinking that was the most preposterous thing he heard in his life.
"I'M NOT A STRIPPER!" The non-stripper chick screamed. Sano personally didn't understand what she was so upset about, it was an honest mistake.
" Well since we got that straightened out, what can I do you for?" Sano said throwing his most winning smile at her.
"Saitou said you owed him a favor, I'm here to collect it." Sano suddenly felt very sick. First of all anything with Saitou in it was bad news and second of all he was really disappointed that he couldn't a lap dance out of her,
"Are you sure your not a stripper?" Asked in a little desperation
"NO!"
"Damn"
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Kaoru's eyes shot open; once again Miss Kamiya had fallen asleep on the couch. She seemed to sleep there more than she did in her room! And even worse now she was late! After the meeting with Saitou last night Kaoru stayed up thinking the whole scenario over.
"Mou!" No time shower for the lazy bones of Kaoru. She quickly ran into her room to find some clothes. She discovered a cute blue long sleeved top and slapped on a pair of black training pants. It worked. She quickly laced up her sneakers and headed towards the door. Wait! She was missing something!
"KEYS!" She said in a frantic panic and began tearing her couch apart for the misplaced item. She looked in her room, then her purse, her jacket, her toaster and couldn't find them.
"MOU! Don't tell me I have to ride my bike." She cried as she opened the front door. As she did this, a glimmer caught her eye. The Keys were in the door lock the whole time.
"Woohoo!" She pumped a fist into the air with victory and out she went.
And then came back in, and grabbed the directions off the kitchen table.
Saitou had told her and the other girls to meet a man named Sagara Sanosuke, he was to be the "Mr. Fix it" of the group. If you need something he could supply it and he could do just about anything the girls wanting, incase they needed him to pose as a waiter or something when undercover or be a grunt man to help them break in. People like that were always necessary in this job, somebody who could help you out when you need it. Kaoru just prayed that he could be trusted.
She parked her inconspicuous navy Jetta a block aware and trotted lightly the rest of the way. Finally after 5 minutes of her pace she came in front of a big steel garage door. Kaoru innocently dug through her track pant pockets for the crinkled piece of paper she so rapidly snatched before. She double-checked the address, yep this was it. Kaoru casually checked her environment for escape roots, it had become a life long habit since her teachings. She took a deep breath and stepped into the garage, embracing her new life
And a fox and a chicken fighting.
She stood a little awe struck at seeing the reasonably cool Dr. Takani fighting with what looked like their Mr. Sagara.
"Eckhem" Instantly two surprised heads turned to her direction. Kaoru was about to ask what the hell was going on when she did a double take.
"Is that a vintage Thunderbird?"
Yes Kaoru has always loved cars
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Shinomori Aoshi was the picture of tranquility. Sitting soundly stirring his green tea in the morning sunshine outside at little corner café. Times like these came as a rare commodity. He had been waiting patiently for about an hour for one of his colleagues, to arrive with the next assignment. Aoshi new this one was going to big he could just the feel the streets buzz with tension and members of the underground were slowly dispersing almost hiding out to wait for what ever it was to blow over. Most of his sources had gone dry and Battousai had gone to see what he could scrounge up. Aoshi pushed up the sunglasses slipping down his nose. His attention soon was pulled to the dramatics going on across the street. A small graced his lips as he watched the misfortunes of this poor woman. She was a petit thing with a long braid flapping in the wind. He had to admit she was pretty fast but what really surprised him was when she pole vaulted (did I spell that right) clear over a mailbox and she still missed her bus. He could almost see the steam rising from her ears.
Something about her was truly fascinating. She was wearing a pair of warn blue jeans, dirty skateboard sneakers, A bright green t-shirt with some slogan on it and a zip up black hoodie. The girl looked like a typical tomboy but there was something different about her. She stomped over to the bus terminal and sat down with a loud sigh. Her eyes began to flutter closed, but soon shot open and her hands went straight to her pager. She looked at it, a frown set on her charismatic face. She sighed once more and picked up her tattered canvas bag and began to run again. He watched her until all he saw was the end of her braid flicking around the corner and then an image very similar to that one crept into his mind. Aoshi automatically starred into his tea. A smirk graced him as he remembered a small girl in a school uniform heading through the elementary school gates waving exuberantly. 'Misao' he thought warmly. She was probably back in Kyoto with Okina working at the Aoiya happily, trying to wiggle her way out of homework, completely happy with her simplistic life. It was all worth it, as long as Misao was safe, everything was worth it.
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Kaoru hunched over the elegant piece of machinery, wrench in her hand, a jump suit on that she tied the rest at her waist and the radio blaring angry rock music.
'Well this is definitely not what I expect' Kaoru thought as she opened up the gas valve. She bobbed her head to the music while pondering over the absence of people. Megumi had gotten miffed/ embarrassed at Kaoru walking on them arguing over something and went to get coffee. Then she and Sano inspected the car, and then Sano went really pale after she said something and told her she could work on it, as he had to call a friend.
"Hello?" A masculine voice rang into the garage. Kaoru instantly turned her attention to him. And there he was, a short man with the most fire red hair she had ever seen and a crossed scar marred his rather boyish face.
"Ano. Konnichi wa." The man said politely realizing he didn't know her, "Uh. Do you know where Sessha could find Sano?" Kaoru stifled a giggle at him calling himself unworthy, yep he was definitely a cutie.
"He's just in his office making a phone call." She smiled at him and replied back with one as well,
"Then sessha will wait for him to be done." Kaoru was taken a little surprised by this because she was hideously clumsy when it came to men.
"Uh- Okay" She turned back to the car awkwardly feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. There was a moment of silence.
"So I haven't seen you around here, did Sano just hire you." Still blushing Kaoru didn't turn towards him but still answered,
"Oh no, I don't work here I'm just waiting for a friend Sano owes a favour to." She put simply, "He let me work on the car while I was waiting for my friend. They're kinda my secret passion." She laughed a bit, then found the courage to face the red haired man. She was taken a back when his powerful violet eyes stared straight into hers.
"What's your name?" He asked gently. But before she could answer, Sano came running out of his office and jumped the stairs.
"KENSHIN!" He yelled in panic. The redhead looked a little blankly at the rather frazzled Sano.
"Konnichi wa Sano." Sano opened his mouth to say something then looked at Kaoru and closed it.
" Uh Kenshin, I haven't got those new break pads in yet. Uh lets go and check and see how your car is doing." Sano quickly grabbed the arm of the violet-eyed man and pulled him out of the garage at frantic pace. Kaoru just stood dumbly.
"Weird." She muttered.
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"What the hell does he think this is? Run Lola Run?" Misao puffed as she rounded the corner. First she had woken up late, then missed her bus and then Saitou the asshole called and told her to just run to the rendezvous. She cursed the bastard who felt it necessary to have stolen her motorcycle. 'Oh boy if I ever get my hands on him I'll tear him a new one!' She scowl grew into an evil smirk as she thought of all the rather violent things she would do to the thief. 'Thank Kami-sama for track.' Misao thought as she hopped a fence and ran some more. Before Misao's life turned to horse shit she was quite an over achiever. All her teachers said she was sure to get into the best universities and even get some scholarships. She was the captain of the gymnastics team, star of track and field and the ace of physics. But now she didn't even have a high-school diploma to show. 'If only things were different' Misao thought ruefully, but regrets had never got her anywhere before so she quickly pushed them out of her head and sped up. 'It could always be worse, Jiya could be dead and I could a pro.' She shuttered violently at the thought of her working the streets.
"NEVER" She whispered angrily and went flat into sprinting. Misao rounded another corner and slid to a stop to catch her breath. She walked into the garage a mess and yelled cheerily,
"I'm here!" Saitou snorted at her.
"Took you long enough Makimachi." They climbed the stairs to an office where he directed her to a seat along a tanned brown haired guy and the girls.
"Now it's time to give you your mission." Saitou said. All sat attentively.
TBC ~*~*~
MUHAHAHAHAHA! Aren't I bad? Well you guys are just going have to wait until the next chapter. So is everybody happy, I introduced Sano, Aoshi AND Kenshin all in one chapter. Tell me what you think! I value others opinions highly oh and P.S I'm sorry about any grammar mistakes
Til Next time Folks!