Title: Bad For You
Author: Keito-chan
Rating: PG-13
Summary For Chapter One: So detention has finally come...and along with it very new experiences for Misao-chan! Just read and see for yourself ^^!
[ ~ 1: Detention ~ ]
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RIIIING!
Misao's head snapped up as school ended for the day.
The dreaded moment had come, and it was now time for...for...-
"All those in general detention, please report to room 652." The intercom blared. Misao sheepishly got up from her seat, ignoring the surprised stares from all her classmates, and headed towards room 652.
She was surprised herself. Never in all her life did she ever get a detention, and as Megumi liked to say, 'it was simply revolting how good she was.' As for Misao, she liked being 'revoltingly' good. You were safe from things like...things like Yumi, that stupid slut, and her boyfriend Shishio Makoto...and those creeps.
Misao groaned remembering the way they all whispered about something, something about her, most likely. Yumi probably told Shishio how much she hated her and asked her boyfriend to instruct his gang on her. Misao started imagining all the things they were going to do to her - and let's just say her imagination is...very vivid.
Misao only scared herself more, and decided to try to refrain from thinking, by looking at the walls, which were decorated by students through out the years in paintings and such. Some were very good, and some very...interesting, but hard to tell what it was exactly.
Finally Misao reached her destination and stepped into the wide open door, prepared for the worst...but only to be greeted by an old looking man, who had crow's feet due to smiling a lot. She liked him immediately. Other than the old man who informed her that his name was Dr. Genzai, there was a redheaded, girlish looking person. But as he turned around she noticed it wasn't a girl at all! But a very feminine looking male with striking golden eyes and handsome, smooth features - despite his girlish demeanor.
She smiled a little, and bowed, and he smiled too, but in a different way...a mischievous way that made her smile fade. She took a seat at the front of the classroom, close to the teacher, just in case...
She noticed, much to her relief that it didn't look like anyone else was coming to detention other than herself and that boy with unusually red hair. I mean come on! How many Japanese people have red hair? Not many.
Dr. Genzai sat a little longer where he was, reading a novel titled The Twelve Kingdoms by Fuyumi Ono. Misao smiled as she remembered reading that book. And as she remembered the intercom blared on again, "Dr. Genzai, please report to the nurse's office...there is a patient here needing some medical attention - a minor cut, but we would like you to come and take care of it. We know you have general detention duty today, we will send someone else up to take your place..." Dr. Genzai, smiled, and then said good afternoon to Misao and the redheaded boy and headed out the door.
Misao's heart quickened as she realized she was in a room with a juvenile delinquent - by herself!
What if he tries something! What if he rapes me!!! OMG! OMG! OMG! ...and..and what if - if they come! This is terrible! Poor Misao's very vivid imagination started up again, frightening herself into a state of total stupidity.
Misao's palms broke out into a cold sweat and she turned ever so slightly to glance behind her shoulder to see if the boy was still there...and she noticed - Oh my God! Where did he go!!!? Misao turned back around in her seat and brought her arms across her chest, completely freaking out - and it was all quite unnecessary. But who could blame a innocent girl, who never was in a situation like this in her whole life? Who loved books, and who's own parents...well...that's a story for a rainy day.
And not to mention an overactive imagination.
"What's up with you?" A calm voice said from somewhere to her left. Misao jumped in surprise and turned towards the voice, her wide cerulean-blue eyes wide with shock and fear. The redhead stranger snickered, while pulling out a cigarette and lighting up.
"You - you can't smoke in here..." Misao said in a small, shaking voice. The blood-red haired man, glanced up nonchalantly and shrugged his broad shoulders, "Who's here to stop me? You?" And he laughed at that and Misao felt her face grow hot and tears start to form. He's going to kill me!!
The stranger took a drag on his cigarette and leaned against the wall. "Soo, how'd you get in here, by the looks of it you're one of those damn annoying A+ girls, who know everything." His long shining bangs shaded his eyes to give off a lethal look, especially with that red hair of his.
When Misao didn't answer, much less give him a glance, he chuckled and pushed himself off the wall and walked over towards her. Misao stood quickly and faced him, her nervousness and fear mounting but doing her best to look courageous she bit out, "What do you want with me?" The stranger stopped in what seemed like surprise, or amusement, she couldn't tell, and smirked after a moment and replied innocently, "Nothing, just to know why you're here and your name...Is that so bad?"
Misao looked at him warily, "And why should I tell you?" The redhead shrugged and turned away, and Misao dropped her guard and sighed, only to find herself trapped between the desk and a tall, male figure with red gleaming hair. Misao yipped and tried to push him away, but he was as solid as stone.
"Because maybe I want to know..." Misao started to cry,
"Please - please leave me alone! I was late for class!! My name is Misao!!" She was so frightened so sacred when that other, cold voice rang out.
"Well, Misao, looks like you have met Himura Battousai..." The man now labeled as Himura pushed himself away from the cowering girl and smiled to the newcomer.
"Well, well, it's Shinomori! Why didn't you come sooner? I was waiting for nearly a half-an-hour! You think I have nothing better to do that come to detention?"
Misao was confused...what the hell was going on!? Where was the Teacher that was promised to come up? ...Or were the rumors true...and Aoshi Shinomori was sent to 'deal with them'? or...more correctly, her? Aoshi chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle, which sent unpleasant shivers down her spine.
"Sorry, Himura...I had some.business to take care of..." Misao could feel his cold eyes on her and she turned her face to meet them. They shone dangerously, like a man who had seen and done many bad things. And Himura laughed, "I don't see why you guys bother to toy with girls like that, When you have that Yumi babe, and so many more interesting chicks out there. But I mean come on! Her?!"
Misao was very mad and very frightened by now, and couldn't wait until this was all over. She kept expecting to wake up and find it all a dream - more like nightmare. And even though she wanted so bad to yell at that jerk, she kept her mouth shut and her head down, praying to Kami that they'd leave her alone.
But it seemed Kami wasn't listening today. Aoshi took a step closer to her.
Misao looked up, to make sure she wouldn't lose her guard again like she had with Himura.
"Misao...Don't you just love the way it rolls of your tongue? So simple and sweet?" Aoshi cooed. Misao just glared and stood straight and wore a mask of fearlessness, although she really wasn't at all calm inside.
Okina, lovingly known as Jiya, had and still taught her kenpo, but she never, ever thought she would need to use it, and now that the time had come, she wasn't even sure she'd remember anything with the state of shock and fear she was in. All she could thin k of was the door, which to get to she had to pass Aoshi - which she most certainly didn't want to do.
Distance was good. Very good. And she wanted to keep it that way. Himura laughed again, discarding his cigarette butt onto the floor. "I'd give it up Shinomori, you won't get a word, you practically have to beat it out of her." Aoshi didn't even spare a glance towards Himura, but replied back in a low and sensual voice, "Oh? Is that so? Well I guess that can be done..." He left off there suggesting the worst.
Himura smirked and shook his head, "Well I'm ditching this place. See ya tomorrow, Shinomori..." And the laughed again and, even though he was speaking to Aoshi, looked directly at Misao when he said in a teasing, but disturbing voice, "...have fun." And then he left.
Misao was relieved and yet afraid that he had left her. She, believe it or not, felt safer with the fragile looking girlish man that the totally masculine and well toned, strong looking one in front of her and coming closer with each step.
"Stay away!" Misao practically begged, although it was supposed to be a yell.
"Now why would I want to do that? Such beauty deserves attention..."
Misao didn't care anymore that he was the obstacle blocking her from the door, or that detention wasn't officially over yet. She made a wild dart towards the door and she almost made it when a strong hand grabbed her wrist and swung her back with such force she tripped and fell, expecting to hit the floor she closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. The impact came, but instead of hitting a cold marble floor, she hit something firm, but warm...human flesh.
She pushed herself away, and turned towards the door, then realizing that he still had her wrist in his grip of steel. She turned towards him then and yelled, "let me go!" and as she yelled she went to punch the insufferable man in the jaw only to have her other hand caught in his.
Misao may have been strong, but he was much stronger, and she was couldn't pull away even if she tried. Desperation coming over her like a fog, clouded her mind and she struggled, kicked, and cried out only to find herself pinned to a wall arms pinned at her sides by his hands and her legs by his leg. She was completely immobile.
As she looked up panting with tears rolling down her cheeks she saw his face wasn't that perfect and flawless anymore, his lip was bleeding a bit, probably from their struggle, but he smiled as his cold icy blue eyes met her green-blue ones. And as she watched he liked the blood slowly from his lip with his tongue.
"You're sick..." She hissed, and gave a jerk trying to pull away, tears still freely flowing down her smooth cheeks. He only smirked in response, and leaned in closer, but before he could do anything the bell rang, signaling detention was over. A teacher would be back any moment to dismiss them.
Misao thanked Kami as he let her go, the mischievous glint gone from his eyes and replaced by that coldness.
She was shaking all over as he whispered "Tomorrow..." into her ear, gripping her arm to keep her from running away. He then let go, and not even giving a single glance back at her, left.
Misao was humiliated, confused, angry, and frightened beyond belief. How could she tell anyone about this? What happened to her normal life? She was an A+ student, a role model to all students - This wasn't supposed to happen to her!
"Makimachi." She jumped as she heard her name, "You are dismissed from detention...where is Himura? Don't tell me he skipped again?" Misao looked down at her feet.
Should I tell the truth...? She wondered to herself.
"Well, where is he, Makimachi?!" The sharp voice cut in again.
"I, I don't know...I was the only one scheduled for detention today..."
WHY! Why did I do that!? She yelled at herself silently. He picked on her, tormented her, and yet she defended him...him and Aoshi. Damn them!
She hated them - all of them! Why oh why her?
She gathered her things and quickly left the building and started to walk home. It started to rain. Just perfect! She thought angrily.
By the time she got home she was soaking wet, and sneezing. Jiya ran towards her and poked at her angrily "Where were you, Misao!? I had to run the Karate Practice all by myself! You promised you'd be back in time to help! Now there better be a good explanation!" Jiya crossed his arms across his chest waiting to hear what she would say.
Jiya got their money from running an old family business. A self-defense class for kids to adults wanting to learn how to protect themselves. They lived above the studio, which they called The Aioya.
"Well?" Jiya prompted.
Misao looked up and sneezed, and started to tell her tale...
Of course not every detail was mentioned...
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AN: Done! Okay, yes I understand that Aoshi is totally...well sort of different in this story, and same with Kenshin, but I'm just tired of them being so damn GOOD! GOD! I like them so much more when they're all bad ass and stuff. Yeah, like Aoshi going all priest like at the end, grrr! I couldn't take it. So I hope that explains what is going on, and if you don't like it...sorry! But, hay! I'm trying something new!
So review, if you'd be so kind and I'll get another chapter on the way ^_^!
-Keito-chan-
Author: Keito-chan
Rating: PG-13
Summary For Chapter One: So detention has finally come...and along with it very new experiences for Misao-chan! Just read and see for yourself ^^!
[ ~ 1: Detention ~ ]
-*-
RIIIING!
Misao's head snapped up as school ended for the day.
The dreaded moment had come, and it was now time for...for...-
"All those in general detention, please report to room 652." The intercom blared. Misao sheepishly got up from her seat, ignoring the surprised stares from all her classmates, and headed towards room 652.
She was surprised herself. Never in all her life did she ever get a detention, and as Megumi liked to say, 'it was simply revolting how good she was.' As for Misao, she liked being 'revoltingly' good. You were safe from things like...things like Yumi, that stupid slut, and her boyfriend Shishio Makoto...and those creeps.
Misao groaned remembering the way they all whispered about something, something about her, most likely. Yumi probably told Shishio how much she hated her and asked her boyfriend to instruct his gang on her. Misao started imagining all the things they were going to do to her - and let's just say her imagination is...very vivid.
Misao only scared herself more, and decided to try to refrain from thinking, by looking at the walls, which were decorated by students through out the years in paintings and such. Some were very good, and some very...interesting, but hard to tell what it was exactly.
Finally Misao reached her destination and stepped into the wide open door, prepared for the worst...but only to be greeted by an old looking man, who had crow's feet due to smiling a lot. She liked him immediately. Other than the old man who informed her that his name was Dr. Genzai, there was a redheaded, girlish looking person. But as he turned around she noticed it wasn't a girl at all! But a very feminine looking male with striking golden eyes and handsome, smooth features - despite his girlish demeanor.
She smiled a little, and bowed, and he smiled too, but in a different way...a mischievous way that made her smile fade. She took a seat at the front of the classroom, close to the teacher, just in case...
She noticed, much to her relief that it didn't look like anyone else was coming to detention other than herself and that boy with unusually red hair. I mean come on! How many Japanese people have red hair? Not many.
Dr. Genzai sat a little longer where he was, reading a novel titled The Twelve Kingdoms by Fuyumi Ono. Misao smiled as she remembered reading that book. And as she remembered the intercom blared on again, "Dr. Genzai, please report to the nurse's office...there is a patient here needing some medical attention - a minor cut, but we would like you to come and take care of it. We know you have general detention duty today, we will send someone else up to take your place..." Dr. Genzai, smiled, and then said good afternoon to Misao and the redheaded boy and headed out the door.
Misao's heart quickened as she realized she was in a room with a juvenile delinquent - by herself!
What if he tries something! What if he rapes me!!! OMG! OMG! OMG! ...and..and what if - if they come! This is terrible! Poor Misao's very vivid imagination started up again, frightening herself into a state of total stupidity.
Misao's palms broke out into a cold sweat and she turned ever so slightly to glance behind her shoulder to see if the boy was still there...and she noticed - Oh my God! Where did he go!!!? Misao turned back around in her seat and brought her arms across her chest, completely freaking out - and it was all quite unnecessary. But who could blame a innocent girl, who never was in a situation like this in her whole life? Who loved books, and who's own parents...well...that's a story for a rainy day.
And not to mention an overactive imagination.
"What's up with you?" A calm voice said from somewhere to her left. Misao jumped in surprise and turned towards the voice, her wide cerulean-blue eyes wide with shock and fear. The redhead stranger snickered, while pulling out a cigarette and lighting up.
"You - you can't smoke in here..." Misao said in a small, shaking voice. The blood-red haired man, glanced up nonchalantly and shrugged his broad shoulders, "Who's here to stop me? You?" And he laughed at that and Misao felt her face grow hot and tears start to form. He's going to kill me!!
The stranger took a drag on his cigarette and leaned against the wall. "Soo, how'd you get in here, by the looks of it you're one of those damn annoying A+ girls, who know everything." His long shining bangs shaded his eyes to give off a lethal look, especially with that red hair of his.
When Misao didn't answer, much less give him a glance, he chuckled and pushed himself off the wall and walked over towards her. Misao stood quickly and faced him, her nervousness and fear mounting but doing her best to look courageous she bit out, "What do you want with me?" The stranger stopped in what seemed like surprise, or amusement, she couldn't tell, and smirked after a moment and replied innocently, "Nothing, just to know why you're here and your name...Is that so bad?"
Misao looked at him warily, "And why should I tell you?" The redhead shrugged and turned away, and Misao dropped her guard and sighed, only to find herself trapped between the desk and a tall, male figure with red gleaming hair. Misao yipped and tried to push him away, but he was as solid as stone.
"Because maybe I want to know..." Misao started to cry,
"Please - please leave me alone! I was late for class!! My name is Misao!!" She was so frightened so sacred when that other, cold voice rang out.
"Well, Misao, looks like you have met Himura Battousai..." The man now labeled as Himura pushed himself away from the cowering girl and smiled to the newcomer.
"Well, well, it's Shinomori! Why didn't you come sooner? I was waiting for nearly a half-an-hour! You think I have nothing better to do that come to detention?"
Misao was confused...what the hell was going on!? Where was the Teacher that was promised to come up? ...Or were the rumors true...and Aoshi Shinomori was sent to 'deal with them'? or...more correctly, her? Aoshi chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle, which sent unpleasant shivers down her spine.
"Sorry, Himura...I had some.business to take care of..." Misao could feel his cold eyes on her and she turned her face to meet them. They shone dangerously, like a man who had seen and done many bad things. And Himura laughed, "I don't see why you guys bother to toy with girls like that, When you have that Yumi babe, and so many more interesting chicks out there. But I mean come on! Her?!"
Misao was very mad and very frightened by now, and couldn't wait until this was all over. She kept expecting to wake up and find it all a dream - more like nightmare. And even though she wanted so bad to yell at that jerk, she kept her mouth shut and her head down, praying to Kami that they'd leave her alone.
But it seemed Kami wasn't listening today. Aoshi took a step closer to her.
Misao looked up, to make sure she wouldn't lose her guard again like she had with Himura.
"Misao...Don't you just love the way it rolls of your tongue? So simple and sweet?" Aoshi cooed. Misao just glared and stood straight and wore a mask of fearlessness, although she really wasn't at all calm inside.
Okina, lovingly known as Jiya, had and still taught her kenpo, but she never, ever thought she would need to use it, and now that the time had come, she wasn't even sure she'd remember anything with the state of shock and fear she was in. All she could thin k of was the door, which to get to she had to pass Aoshi - which she most certainly didn't want to do.
Distance was good. Very good. And she wanted to keep it that way. Himura laughed again, discarding his cigarette butt onto the floor. "I'd give it up Shinomori, you won't get a word, you practically have to beat it out of her." Aoshi didn't even spare a glance towards Himura, but replied back in a low and sensual voice, "Oh? Is that so? Well I guess that can be done..." He left off there suggesting the worst.
Himura smirked and shook his head, "Well I'm ditching this place. See ya tomorrow, Shinomori..." And the laughed again and, even though he was speaking to Aoshi, looked directly at Misao when he said in a teasing, but disturbing voice, "...have fun." And then he left.
Misao was relieved and yet afraid that he had left her. She, believe it or not, felt safer with the fragile looking girlish man that the totally masculine and well toned, strong looking one in front of her and coming closer with each step.
"Stay away!" Misao practically begged, although it was supposed to be a yell.
"Now why would I want to do that? Such beauty deserves attention..."
Misao didn't care anymore that he was the obstacle blocking her from the door, or that detention wasn't officially over yet. She made a wild dart towards the door and she almost made it when a strong hand grabbed her wrist and swung her back with such force she tripped and fell, expecting to hit the floor she closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. The impact came, but instead of hitting a cold marble floor, she hit something firm, but warm...human flesh.
She pushed herself away, and turned towards the door, then realizing that he still had her wrist in his grip of steel. She turned towards him then and yelled, "let me go!" and as she yelled she went to punch the insufferable man in the jaw only to have her other hand caught in his.
Misao may have been strong, but he was much stronger, and she was couldn't pull away even if she tried. Desperation coming over her like a fog, clouded her mind and she struggled, kicked, and cried out only to find herself pinned to a wall arms pinned at her sides by his hands and her legs by his leg. She was completely immobile.
As she looked up panting with tears rolling down her cheeks she saw his face wasn't that perfect and flawless anymore, his lip was bleeding a bit, probably from their struggle, but he smiled as his cold icy blue eyes met her green-blue ones. And as she watched he liked the blood slowly from his lip with his tongue.
"You're sick..." She hissed, and gave a jerk trying to pull away, tears still freely flowing down her smooth cheeks. He only smirked in response, and leaned in closer, but before he could do anything the bell rang, signaling detention was over. A teacher would be back any moment to dismiss them.
Misao thanked Kami as he let her go, the mischievous glint gone from his eyes and replaced by that coldness.
She was shaking all over as he whispered "Tomorrow..." into her ear, gripping her arm to keep her from running away. He then let go, and not even giving a single glance back at her, left.
Misao was humiliated, confused, angry, and frightened beyond belief. How could she tell anyone about this? What happened to her normal life? She was an A+ student, a role model to all students - This wasn't supposed to happen to her!
"Makimachi." She jumped as she heard her name, "You are dismissed from detention...where is Himura? Don't tell me he skipped again?" Misao looked down at her feet.
Should I tell the truth...? She wondered to herself.
"Well, where is he, Makimachi?!" The sharp voice cut in again.
"I, I don't know...I was the only one scheduled for detention today..."
WHY! Why did I do that!? She yelled at herself silently. He picked on her, tormented her, and yet she defended him...him and Aoshi. Damn them!
She hated them - all of them! Why oh why her?
She gathered her things and quickly left the building and started to walk home. It started to rain. Just perfect! She thought angrily.
By the time she got home she was soaking wet, and sneezing. Jiya ran towards her and poked at her angrily "Where were you, Misao!? I had to run the Karate Practice all by myself! You promised you'd be back in time to help! Now there better be a good explanation!" Jiya crossed his arms across his chest waiting to hear what she would say.
Jiya got their money from running an old family business. A self-defense class for kids to adults wanting to learn how to protect themselves. They lived above the studio, which they called The Aioya.
"Well?" Jiya prompted.
Misao looked up and sneezed, and started to tell her tale...
Of course not every detail was mentioned...
-*-
AN: Done! Okay, yes I understand that Aoshi is totally...well sort of different in this story, and same with Kenshin, but I'm just tired of them being so damn GOOD! GOD! I like them so much more when they're all bad ass and stuff. Yeah, like Aoshi going all priest like at the end, grrr! I couldn't take it. So I hope that explains what is going on, and if you don't like it...sorry! But, hay! I'm trying something new!
So review, if you'd be so kind and I'll get another chapter on the way ^_^!
-Keito-chan-