GOOOOMEEEEEEEEEEN! Sorry I haven't updated forever! Please grant me
forgiveness! . . . Okay, I'm done. Thanks for the reviews! And I should
say this one thing: there is going to be a whole lot of character death in
the future. Flames will be accepted. And when I kill a character, it
doesn't mean I have anything against them. I just happened to be listening
to a lot of really depressing songs when I thought up this fic.
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Tears to Heal the Pain
Himura-san,
Misao and I will be visiting the dojo. There is something I wish to discuss with you. Do not bother with picking us up. I do not know how long we will stay.
~ Shinomori Aoshi
Aoshi set down his pen and reread his letter to the Battousai. Details were unnecessary. He had a sinking feeling that Okina was not the true target of the arsonist. The man was old; the doctor said that he would probably die soon of old age anyway. And there was another reason he wanted to speak with Himura. Aoshi could not discuss this with the police force. By the time the fire had died, the entire Aoiya was gone, burned to the ground. There was no evidence left to read, but Okina's corpse which would not provide enough information and the investigation would be aborted.
The remaining residents of the Aoiya had already been sent away by Aoshi to relatives that lived near by. He couldn't let them get involved, even though they would all be eager to fight for their Okashira once more. Only Misao stayed with him now. The poor girl was devastated by Okina's death and on top of that, she had no one to go to but Aoshi and the residents of the Kamiya Kashin Ryuu dojo.
He sighed. Things were getting a little too peaceful, but it was relaxing. Everyone was whole and healthy. He enjoyed the long hours he spent meditating in the temple. It cleared and calmed his mind and gods knew he needed it, too.
He looked over to Misao who had cried herself to sleep on her futon. The poor girl. Aoshi looked around the inn's small room. It was dark outside his candle's little sphere of light. Nothing was moving outside or in the hallway outside of their room. Aoshi drew a deep shuddering breath. Everyone said that he was emotionless. How little they knew. The pain of all of his bottled up emotions, feelings, and regrets burst out and, in the first time in thirteen years, Shinomori Aoshi cried.
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Tears to Heal the Pain
Himura-san,
Misao and I will be visiting the dojo. There is something I wish to discuss with you. Do not bother with picking us up. I do not know how long we will stay.
~ Shinomori Aoshi
Aoshi set down his pen and reread his letter to the Battousai. Details were unnecessary. He had a sinking feeling that Okina was not the true target of the arsonist. The man was old; the doctor said that he would probably die soon of old age anyway. And there was another reason he wanted to speak with Himura. Aoshi could not discuss this with the police force. By the time the fire had died, the entire Aoiya was gone, burned to the ground. There was no evidence left to read, but Okina's corpse which would not provide enough information and the investigation would be aborted.
The remaining residents of the Aoiya had already been sent away by Aoshi to relatives that lived near by. He couldn't let them get involved, even though they would all be eager to fight for their Okashira once more. Only Misao stayed with him now. The poor girl was devastated by Okina's death and on top of that, she had no one to go to but Aoshi and the residents of the Kamiya Kashin Ryuu dojo.
He sighed. Things were getting a little too peaceful, but it was relaxing. Everyone was whole and healthy. He enjoyed the long hours he spent meditating in the temple. It cleared and calmed his mind and gods knew he needed it, too.
He looked over to Misao who had cried herself to sleep on her futon. The poor girl. Aoshi looked around the inn's small room. It was dark outside his candle's little sphere of light. Nothing was moving outside or in the hallway outside of their room. Aoshi drew a deep shuddering breath. Everyone said that he was emotionless. How little they knew. The pain of all of his bottled up emotions, feelings, and regrets burst out and, in the first time in thirteen years, Shinomori Aoshi cried.