That had to been one of the most harrowing experiences I have ever been through. Heat rose to my cheeks on recollection, and I ran a hand absently through my damp hair. Not that it did anything - the long black bangs merely settled back into their normal place right in my eyes. I needed a haircut again.
The girls weren't anywhere - granted we hadn't been looking for very long. We skulked across the quad in a tightly bunched group against the chilly night wind, heading towards the female dorms.
"Everyone!" Two distraught female voices called out behind us, followed by a light tattoo of footsteps on gravel. I turned.
Yukishiro Tomoe and Kamiya Kaoru were in utter disarray, panic evident in widened eyes, and their frantic gestures.
"-And when I get my hands on that brat, so help me, I'll kill him for putting me through this-" Kamiya-san looked like she was about expire from sheer anxiety, although her words and tone of voice were frankly murderous.
"-Enishi and Kamiya-kun are missing, and the last time we remember seeing them was at lunch, and that was hours ago, and they could be...oh god..." Yukishiro-san clasped a slender pale hand over her mouth, eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Himura raised his hands, violet eyes transparently concerned. "Maa, maa. Please calm down. We'll organize search parties straight away, and find your brothers, ne? They probably just ran off and got lost." He smiled gently, disarmingly. "Aoshi. You have the keys for the different buildings and classrooms, right? Maybe they were caught in the corridors during the lock up."
"Un." I grunted. We hurried back to my room. My mind was already on organizing the search parties. Himura was of course the quickest out of us - he'd probably be the best one equipped to run out and search the gym and the surrounding areas. And if he encountered someone out there, he was quite capable of defending himself, as I well knew. I grimaced wryly at that. The girls would probably be better off scouring the inside corridors of the senior school, and safer too. We'd have to meet back in the quad, basically the center of the school at a set time, otherwise we'd just be floundering around. Frowning I fumbled with my keys, and swung the door to my room open-
-Misao looked at me with wide startled eyes. She was mostly -but inadequately- covered with a sheet snatched up from my bed, but everywhere else there was pale finely grained skin showing, and I was not going to look, even though she was practically naked in front of me for the second time of the day. Somehow, my eyes simply wouldn't tear themselves away from her face, that small piquant featured face with her gamine aquamarine eyes full of shock.
"Shinomori? What's wrong? We've got to hurry, ne?"
"Aoshi? The keys?"
Himura and Sagara's voices seemed to be coming from very far away, but I noticed when they peered over my shoulder, eyes popping at the fetching spectacle Misao made. No second thoughts about it, I shoved them away, and slammed the door shut, my breath coming fast and hard.
His voice cracking, Sagara asked the obvious. "Shinomori? Why is there a naked girl in your room!? I mean, the why is pretty obvious, but...how!?"
I took another deep breath, and blurted out the first vaguely plausible reason that jumped into my head.
"She's my girlfriend."
Meiji Heights
By Aishiteru
Part 9: Meiji's Sweethearts
At least they hadn't seen her face, and realized that 'she' was their friend 'Masaru'.
I knocked on my door politely, trying to ignore the stares that were on my back, openly gaping on Sagara, utterly mystified on Himura, abject curiousity from my kenpo members, and vague interest on the others. The girl's stares might have burnt a hole in my back they were so thunderingly censorious.
"You can come in now." Her voice trembled, achingly nervous.
I opened the door a very narrow crack, slid through, and slammed it shut behind me. Several yelps from behind it told the wisdom of my actions. However, it was all totally unnecessary, as Misao stood fully dressed, though with an apprehensive look on her face. "Aoshi-sama? What's happening?"
I flinched back from the implicit trust in her voice and eyes. Covering it by marching to my wardrobe, and rummaging for a shirt, I confessed quickly over my shoulder, in a surprisingly calm voice. It sounded almost...normal. Dead pan even.
"I said you were my girlfriend. Put this on, you look too much like Masaru in those clothes."
The shirt dropped into her slack hands, and then to the floor. Dazedly, she picked it up, her knees knocking together. "W-W...What?"
I looked away. "It was the only thing I could think of. Sorry."
A rustle of clothing. When it stopped, I looked at her again, with her discarded jacket, t-shirt, and bandages lying in a puddle on the floor. My shirt lay open to midway of her breastbone, where the first button began on her. The sleeves hung a good length past her hands. She looked even paler then the fabric, pupils huge, stunned. She looked tiny in the garment, as I had intended, but it was something more. I hastily knelt to hide my expression, and rolled up the sleeves deftly.
"Aoshi-sama?"
"Un?"
".....Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so much trouble to you, and you even..." Her voice faltered. I straightened from my crouch, then ruffled her hair. She looked up at me, face surprised, then wrinkled her nose.
"It doesn't matter. We can deal with this later. Right now we're searching for Yukishiro-san and Kamiya-san's younger brothers."
A stiff north wind had really sprung up. Misao and I shivered our way back to the Quad, our story (semi) worked out, and the upper ovals searched.
Everyone except Himura was back - Yukishiro-san and Kamiya-san's faces fell as we came back alone.
"Nothing?" Kaoru asked in a slightly shrill voice. "What are we going to do? I called my parents, but thank god, they asked if I could bring him home...what am I going to do? What if he's really hurt, and-"
"Let go of me, girly man!"
Cut off in mid word, her face lit up, sapphire toned eyes tearing as her face assumed a wide startled smile. There was a shuffle of feet around the corner, and Himura appeared, a brat tucked underneath each arm, a katana in one hand, a wakizashi in the other. I blinked. Why on earth did he have his swords on him?
"It would be a good idea to apologize to your sisters," he scolded them gently, not even noticing us. Well, he did have his hands full. "They've been very worried, that they have."
The two sisters rushed him, amidst cries of "Enishi!" and "You damn brat!" Quite wisely, Himura let go of both boys, while they were swarmed by much hugging, tears, and scolding.
Well. At least that had been settled happily.
Looking very chastened, we left Kamiya-san's younger brother in the hands of her parents, Kaoru stopping to scold him one last time. After that. we decided to catch a late dinner at a pizza place, and that's when the real torture began. Hannya and the rest of the Oniwabanshuu had elected to stay at the dorms, leaving Misao and I outnumbered. The girls wouldn't hear of me or her staying at school, first dragging her back to their rooms, to dress her 'properly', which was just another shock on my nerves when I saw her after they were done.
Pizza Express was packed when we came in, but we managed to get a fair sized booth at the back to squash all of us in. Sagara, Tsuikioka, Takani-san, Kamiya-san, Kiyosato, Yukishiro-san, and Himura all piled in.
Leaving only one seat for Misao and I.
We all stared for a moment, and then Megumi laughed, a suspiciously sinister sound. "It's no problem isn't it? Misao-chan's so petite, she can just sit in your lap, Shinomori-san! Ohohoho!"
Misao looked at me. I looked at Misao. We both blushed, pretty much simultaneously, to the hilarity of the table. "It's fine," I said brusquely, trying to ignore the vivid red that was surely splashed over my face. Misao nodded with small tiny shakes of her head, eyes wide. I sat down, and she eased herself onto my knees after hastily pulling the short hem of her borrowed skirt down, back rigidly straight. Yukishiro-san looked at Kiyosato, and he nodded. "If you like, I can sit on Akira's lap instead." She looked extremely uncomfortable just saying that, however, and I mutely shook my head, while Misao gave a more vocal denial.
"But Akira-san injured his ankle right? It wouldn't be right. But thank you anyway."
It's just an act, I told my hormones firmly, as she slowly relaxed against my chest, her head tucked underneath my chin. She was...very small, only a slight pressure leaning on me.
"So," Takani-san began after we had ordered, a sly smile on her lips, wicked gleam in her dark eyes. "Misao-chan, tell us just how you managed to snag Shinomori-san when most of the female population is after him."
Misao flinched against me. "E-eh? Ano...I-I...We," she stammered.
"We met through Masaru-kun. We've got mutual cousins." I interceded. Strictly taken, it was truth. I didn't want to even try lying to Himura.
Misao nodded vigorously. "Un! Ma-kun introduced us."
"Hn." Sagara grunted. "I guess you do kind of look like the weasel."
I felt Misao twitch at that, and hastily restrained her, my hands taking a fairly firm grip around her waist. Why on earth did she let that nickname get to her everytime?
"Speaking of Masaru, where is he?"
"I think he had a date," Misao said smoothly. "He said something about unexpectedly meeting a girl anyway."
"Really?"
"Didn't think he had it in him."
Misao smiled thinly. This was going to be a very long night.
"Misao-chan, don't take this the wrong way, but why exactly are you here tonight?" Kamiya-san, smiling in manner restrained curiousity. "It was quite a ....surprise...to find you in Shinomori-san's room."
A surprise. Well, I guess that was one thing to call it.
"Well...um...I had come up to visit my cousin, but I was too late for his match, ne? That was really disappointing, but to make matters worse, I slipped on that big mud puddle outside the gym." -Praise the sprinkler system for making a puddle, and Misao for remembering it.- "Anyway, Ma-kun told me to take a shower, and I could borrow his clothes, since we're of a size. I was getting dressed...and...um..." Blushing, she looked cutely flummoxed.
"I see," Kamiya-san replied. "It's a pity you missed Masaru-kun's match - he was brilliant."
Then, our food arrived, and any further conversation turned to the day's athletics while everyone else chattered idly between mouthfuls. Misao was being unusually restrained in her eating - normally she ate about as much as Himura, but today she was eating...well...like a girl. Perhaps that was for the best. I could see her eyeing the pizza wistfully though, and realized she was deliberately holding back. We had noodles and a kettle back in our room anyway.
We were about to order dessert, when Misao's phone rang loudly, making both of us jump. She fished it out of her jacket pocket, squirming completely unselfconsciously around in my lap to do so. At least one of us was comfortable.
"Eh? Sou-kun? Ne, Masaru-KUN went out on a date, so MISAO-CHAN is here instead ne! Are you having fun with your new friends? Ah! I'll ask everyone!" Pulling away from her phone, she smiled brightly at the table. "Everyone, a friend of mine and Masaru's is pretty close by, and he said that Masaru and him made plans for you all and his friends to do something together, ne? I wouldn't mind seeing Sou-kun, but it's up to you...."
Her pleading eyes said else wise, and naturally, no one could resist.
I couldn't believe it.
I didn't want to believe it.
A karaoke bar.
There was no way I was getting up in front of everyone and singing. There were many things I could do, but singing was not one of them.
And naturally, because we had such a big group, all of us from Meiji and Seta-san's ten friends, we were in one of the 'formal' karaoke rooms, not the small ones with a TV to read off with bizarre film clips, but one with a stage. And a spotlight.
There was absolutely no way. So far I had been safe, but the others had had several rounds, even Himura, and I was betting that any minute someone was going to...
"Ah, it's nice to meet you all again," Seta-san smiled benignly. Him and Misao were sitting very close to one another I noted absently. "Ano.. next time I hope I can fight against you Kenshin-san. It's a pity that your injuries wouldn't let you compete."
What? Why was he looking at Kiyosato, and saying Kenshin?
"Na?" Misao evidently had the same question. "Sou-kun, that's-"
"Ah!" Kamiya Kaoru broke in, a fixed smile on her face. "Misao-chan, it's your turn to sing."
Misao's head spun around. "Ara! Great! Okay, Sou-kun, I'll teach you how to properly imitate Shindou Shuichi. That last performance was no good at all! We haven't sung together for too long, I see!"
With that, she sprang up from her seat, and leapt onto the stage. I could have groaned. For most of the evening she had been successful at acting slightly shy, and very different from how she normally did. But as soon as she had met up with Seta-san, the farce had dropped away, and anyone who had eyes should be able to tell who she was. And she was about to sing a song by a man, and imitate him too....Though many people mistook the singer of Bad Luck for a girl. That was something at least.
The blaring opening of Rage Beat started as she grabbed the microphone and struck a pose to many ribald cheers. I glared disapprovingly at the cheerers, namely Sagara, and a suspicious looking guy introduced as Sawagejou Chou.
obieta mezuki de iradatsu omoi uwaki na kaze ni
hakisutete
hibi-wareta rojou ni toketa SHIGUNARU wa kizuato dake nokoshite-iku
My eyes widened as she sang. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't like she had a spectacular voice, or that she was a 'hidden idoru.' It was more....Ignoring the fact that she was wearing a skirt, her legs were planted firmly apart on the ground, one hand grasping the microphone, the other spreading wide, fingers extended, as she let the song rip through her slim body, swaying to the rhythm. The notes weren't always true, and her voice wavered on some of the longer ones, yet....
Her energy was simply...so her. I hid my smile behind my cup of tea. And somehow, it made my worries go away, seeing her. There was no room for them in the face of her cheer.
"Okay! It's my turn!" Sagara stood up, rocking the table slightly in his eagerness, sending the drinks slopping out of their glasses. Sawagejou sneered, one of his eyes lazily closed, feet insolently propped up from where he was lounging.
"Oi, oi, no one's in a hurry to hear you sing except you, rooster head."
"W-w-WHAT!?"
I very nearly did groan. Today only needed a brawl between two idiots. Sagara was as irrational over his nickname which had quickly replaced the more impressive 'Zanza' with startling speed, as Misao was over 'Weasel.'
They were glaring over the tabletop. A clash of the ones with gravity defying hair, and earth shaking stupidity. Ever the peace maker, Himura jumped in. "Sano, Sawagejou-san, I'm sure we can-"
"Chou. These are Soujirou's friends are they not?" We all turned reflexively to Makoto Shishio at the drawled sound of his voice. The girl next to him smirked, her eyes having a some what star struck look to them.
"Che," Chou growled, but he flopped back into his seat.
There was silence.
"Maa," Himura said. "Ano...I think our alloted time is over anyway. See? The play list on screen has disappeared."
It was probably best to end it there for the night anyway. I could escape safely.
Misao pouted. "But, I didn't get to here Aoshi-sama sing."
I coughed. "I'd prefer to keep it that way."
I did not appreciate being the comic relief as everyone laughed.
We trailed down the street in a huge pack. There was some intermingling - not all of the Rakuninmura crowd were complete morons, it seemed, contrary to popular belief. Sagara was talking animatedly to a placidly huge guy, bald head surmounted with a bandanna. They were discussing some rather interesting martial arts theories...
"Mi-chan," Seta-san hissed. "Mi-chan, what on earth is going on? Why are you like this? And why are you and Shinomori-san..." He gave me a look, which I returned, then pressed on. "What's going on?"
"It's necessary," Misao shot back, pasting an airily fake smile on her face, and talking from the corner of it. "I was nearly discovered, and don't glare at Aoshi-sama like that Sou-kun. He's not taking advantage of me or anything, and you know I can take care of myself."
"I wish I did," Soujirou muttered. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Look, this is-"
Whatever it was, he was cut off by a piercingly shocked cry from the front of the line. We looked up, startled.
The girl who had been hanging all over Shishio through the evening was pressing a hand against her cheek, sprawled on the ground, her eyes widened in indignant pain. "Yumi" she shrieked. "How dare you mark my beautiful face!"
'Yumi' was evidently the startlingly good-looking girl panting in rage in front of her, long locks of lustrous brown hair falling out from where they had been pinned up against her head, a hand still extended from where she had struck. "I warned you Kamatari. Despite the way you are, if you insist on this ridiculous-"
Kamatari snarled wordlessly, and leapt to her feet one hand striking out in a blur of motion, straight for the other girl-
-only to be halted by Shishio, complete with sardonic smile. "Don't touch her, Kamatari." He turned. "Yumi. What are you doing here?"
The brunette looked at him, her face still flushed with anger, breast heaving. A sort of confusion passed over her face, then anguish, and flashed back to anger. "So that's how it is," she hissed. Then she stalked away, back stiff with anger. Shishio shook his head, but pursued, Kamatari trailing after him, calling his name.
Women were scary.
"Ah, jeez," Soujirou frowned, then started forward, stopped, and looked back. "Sorry Mi-chan, Yumi's going to be really upset over this, and I'll have to play peace-maker between her and Shishio-san. and ward Kamatari off..." He sighed.
"Go on," Misao smiled. "She's your sister after all. Go on."
"Thanks." He ran off, and the other Rakuninmura crowd dithered a little, then followed.
"Please be careful," I said gravely, loud enough for the crowd around the corner to hear. How obvious could they get? Himura was at least out of sight, but the rest of them were hanging in clear view, eyes bright with avarice curiousity. In a lower tone, I continued. "I'll be waiting at the front, but I don't like sending you alone. It's dangerous for a girl to be out alone at night."
Misao beamed at me. "I'll be fine. You trained me yourself didn't you? Besides, it would look weird. I'm supposed to live just one stop away. And if you went with me, we'd have to wait for the next train back to school, which isn't for hours."
"I know."
"Anyway, I'll catch the train to Jiya's and get him to drive me back to school. He won't mind."
"Un." I nodded.
We stood in silence for a little longer, waiting for her train to arrive. The light fragrance of her shampoo drifted my way.
"Aw, c'mon Shinomori! Just kiss her!"
We both jumped at the sound of Sagara's yell, and the resounding smack Takani-san gave him. "Idiot! You're not supposed to let them know we're watching!"
"Well, are they going out or not?"
"Just because Shinomori-san is a gentleman, rooster, something you would never understand...."
Their argument faded into ambient noise. I looked at Misao. She looked at me.
Her train arrived.
She turned to look at me. "Well...see you."
And then stopped.
Somehow I had caught her by the wrist. This is for appearances. That's all it is. Her eyes looked down, then widened. "Aoshi-sama..."
Not quite believing what I was doing, I bent down, hands stealing out to tilt her face in my direction. Our noses touched, and I could see my reflection in those sea hued eyes, roiling with confusion. There were the sound of voices in the background, but they were unimportant. I could hear her breathing, a light inward gasp of air.
I held her for a long slow moment like that, and let my eyes close. The feel of her vitality, the startled sound of my name, the silky brush of her hair against my fingers. Being near her... being beside her was enough.
From every other perspective, it must have looked like we were indeed kissing. I released her. She stumbled back, her cheeks vivid with colour, her eyes startled. Just in time, I gave her a gentle shove into the train. The doors slid close, and she looked at me through the finger print swirled glass, one hand covering her mouth.
I closed my eyes, ignoring the hoots and laughter that had exploded out back. What in god's name had I been thinking? I forced myself to think about it. What was she doing to me? What exactly was going on between Makimachi Misao and I?
Author's Note: *kicks self*. Again, I'm sorry for such a late update everyone. Please read my profile for what's going on in regard to that. I'll also be keeping a status updates on my fics on my profile, so if you want to know what's going on, go there.
Phew. Apologies, and thank you for all the reviews! They really helped me keep going when I felt simply burnt out from trying to draw my webcomic, or after practicing piano, or long bouts of mind numbing piano. *grimaces*. Okay. I'll stop whining again. Most of this was written while I was burnt out, but if I hadn't done it, this wouldn't have been written at all. But it's so much fun to write! So there might be gaping plot holes, and tell me if anything seems out of place, or weird. You ALL MUST BE MY BETA READERS!!! HAHAHAHAH!!!! And I think Aoshi was pretty OOC in this chapter, but it couldn't be helped. He's slowly becoming a little like Sano in Hanakimi - but they're sort of similar anyway. *waves Aoshi and Sano fangirl flag*
Okay. I thought that I would be able to get more out of this chapter, but ah well. Was there enough FLUFF and SAP there to satisfy your rabid A/M addiction? I gagged when I re-read this chapter - all that sappy fluff, I couldn't take it! Rather then keep on working and working on it, and you guys never seeing it, I figured I'd get down what needed to be got down, have you read it, and maybe improve it when I have time. Well, thanks for reading! Ja ne! Oh, and I just had to put a Gravitation cameo in. I've become depressingly obsessed with Gravi, up to the point of writing a fic about it. That was part of the reason this chapter's so late - I simply had to write Bookworm first, even though this chapter was half done at the time. Gomen! I really enjoyed writing that one as well. All Gravi fans go there!
Recently I've discovered a new mangaka I quite like - Shiina Ayumi, mangaka of Penguin Brothers and Dice. They're very shoujo-ish, but so entertaining!
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JML: Nope not quite. The cat was stuffed back into the bag. XD
Lea: Well...so much for updating....I hope there were sweet moments though...
Kmye-chan: *grins evilly* Fluff, fluff, fluff.....I will make you regret ever asking for fluff!! HAHAHAH!!! ....It was fluffy right? It would be rather funny if they found that....But we have to wait a little while first, and I'm not sure if I'll even be able to do it, now that I've introduced Misao as his 'girlfriend.' *frowns* I might have to replan a few things...
nekonomiko: LUCKY!!!! I haven't actually seen the bath scene in Hanakimi yet. Which chapter is it? Because I got the ones before it, then miss the ones when they go up to for the school trip to Hokkaido, and get the chapters just when they COME BACK!!! *cries* And there are frustrating references to what happened too!
Eternity's End: That was probably Tales from the Meiji Era. I'm quite naughty with Mir-san, and I don't send her my update. *sweat drops* It's because I only check my mail every five months, and then there's too much to reply to, and I don't get around to actually sending stuff....Sorry Mir....Well, I don't know if his excuse was very creative...
bee, Twinbakanekos: Didn'twritemoresoon. Sorry.
Dragon Master Lytore: *grin* Everyone must love Mulan. I know I do! And yes....I feel sorry for Misao too. I'm so evil.
Yumeko: Oh, you haven't read all of Kenshin yet? What a shame! And I think Saitou's pretty funny as well. He has some classy parts. Not really K/K though, I'm kind of lukewarm on that pairing. And I don't like it when people make Tomoe and Kaoru compete. *pouts* And I love my school's fast computers too.
Megami no Ushi: Uh...your name was showing up as Megami no Ushi...But you liked the shower scene!? YAY!!! ^__________^
Saicho-18: I'm so mean, aren't I....in the last chapter, Misao gets all the humiliation, and in this chapter Aoshi gets laughed at. Dang. And I LIKE these characters.
animegrl712: Never mind, if it's marshmellows, I forgive you. Besides, the sugar says good things! Listen to the sugar.....And that was a terrible cliff hanger, sorry. But I see why authors do it now...it gives you a sadistic feeling of pleasure to think of readers hurling things at their monitor...
amarinda: Wow! When I review a mulit-chapter fic, I'm lazy. I save my comments up for the last chapter, then promptly forget them. But you reviewed separate chapters! Thanks!
trickster: NOOOOO!!!! Don't give up! I promise I haven't! Really!!!!
Waku-chan: Oooh, you're naughty. Playing hooky eh? But yes. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger.
Gochan: Ah, shoujo...*grin* Sorry, but I seem to remember banging my computer monitor in frustration at the end of some of the chapter's for Rurouni's Guide. *cough cough* That hasn't updated for a while....*HINT HINT* Well, what else could Aoshi do? Considering by the time he was naked by the time he knew she was in there, he would probably be better off in the water, somewhat concealed. Well, he sort of took that last bit in his stride...
Mica-chan: There should be a little Okita, because I adore him as well. He's sooooo cool....*ahem* Yes. On with the A/M. Another fan of them! Score!
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IYandKH4ever: Um, no. That didn't make entire sense. Well, they were sort of twins....no one commented that they look identical that's all...highly unrealistic I know. But she took care to look girly, and did her hair differently...in anime that makes all the difference! The hair! (Or so I tell myself...)
Aishuu Shadowweaver: *squeaks* You're reading me!? Sorry, it's just that I really like Secrets of the Souma and Prince of the Layer. They're so addictive. And not quite a twin sister...but...and yes, I got another Kenshin DVD the other day, and smiled every time Soujirou came on screen. *grins* I'm so sad....
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