The Inn Of Murder
Chapter 4- Misao
By Misao's Angel
"Nee Souji-kun? Do you think the blue one is better? Or maybe the red?"
"Actually, I like the blue one, but if you're doing his for Aoshi..."
"The red one it is!"
"Misao-chan!!!" Said a giggling fourteen-year-old boy named Soujiro... He never got angry...
Misao and Soujiro had been irreplaceable friends for as long as either could try to remember. It was said that the only time one was EVER seen without the other, was when they were in their own houses sleeping. The two never raised their voices towards each other, let alone fight. There was no better pair of friends than these two.
Misao was a hyper, happy girl, always needing to be obsessed with something. Whether it was a color, a animal, or even a person Misao would always have a time dedicated to the worship of the chosen obsession. Usualy each obsession only lasted for a week or two. It was almost never anything longer than three. But for the first time ever, Misao gained an obsession that her heart could not let go of. He was a famous actor, with a face that made millions of fangirls squeel in an estatic glee, ice blue eyes that were gentle, yet chilling to the spine when seen on his bad time. His hair was a jet black, jagged bangs hiding small parts of his eyes... making him seem even more mysterious than he was already known for. He was the strong and silent type, never saying more than two words at a time. But one word was all he needed to turn a crowd from board to wild. This man was Shinomori Aoshi.
Soujiro was just a bit jealous of this Aoshi. For a time now, Soujiro had been holding Misao at the closest place to his heart. He had yearned for her heart at the farthest difference, despite the fact that they were the closest of friends. Because to her, they were JUST close friends. And Soujiro excepted that. He didn't mind. Along as she was happy, he was happy. And if her happiness only came when she saw Aoshi, then Soujiro would be happy as well. Right?
Too bad it doesn't always work out that way. The human heart is too cruel to allow it.
It was that day that Soujiro had gotten a hold of a treasure that Misao would want more than anything else in the world.In his hand he held a ticket to actually meet the man. He wanted her to have it. He wanted to give it too her. But if he really wanted to so badly... Why couldn't he?
This was absurd. Impossible. Soujiro was well known for his ever present smile, his laughs, his cheer... But for the first time in his life... The first time he could remember, all alone in his room...
He was crying.
He thought about the absurdity of it all, dried his tears... And decided that by the time the week was over, Misao would be holding this prize in her hand, smiling. A week, huh? That gave Soujiro enough time to think things through. But the true hard part was acting normal... just the same as he always did, whenever she was near. Which was everyday.
But Souiro was already a master at that.
Soujiro gave the calender a quick glance. 'Tuesday, eh?' he questioned. 'This week is going to go by quickly.'
He never knew just how right he was.
Wednesday- Soujiro and Misao sat through the monotony of the eighth grade... Then ran to the movie theater for a rewatching of Shinomori Aoshi's newest movie, "Death on a ladder" (Misao's idea of course)
Thursday- School again, then some ice cream and two hours in the library in order to finnish homework.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same, minor diferences here and there, but the basic schedule was exactly the same. School, entertainment, sleep. The most drastic change was on sunday, when due to the absence of school the schedule just went straight to "entertainment". Basicly, though, the days were the same.
Every day through this repeitive week, Souiro tried continuously to give Misao his gift. But a voice in the back of his head would always stop him, and tell him, "Don't worry about it. You still have time..."
But before he knew it, that time was up. It was tuesday again.
Soujiro put all fear behind him. He was ready. He would finally tell her. And when the time was right, when school was over and he was walking along side of a grinning Misao as they left the arcade, Soujiro did just that.
"Misao-chan?"
"Yeah, Souji-kun?"
"I h-have..." deep breath... "I have some thing for you."
Soujiro held out his trembling hand, revealing the prize he had been waiting an entire week to show her. He did it. He finally gave it to her. Misao couldn't hold back the sudden rush of emotion that caused her arms to wrap around her benefactor's neck, and her lips to steal his breath. A moment of disbelief over took his heart, followed by an eternity of exstacy. For the first time that he could remember, the one he loved showed some affection in return. Even if it was just a way of thanking him for tickets to see someone else... Even if it wasn't really love, Soujiro was greatful.
MIsao waved goodbye, and that night snuck away without her parents' consent to see the actor she had loved so much.
Soujiro had accomplished his goal.
Unfortunatly, nobody had told him not to buy things off the streets...
-------- How was this chapter guys? Sorry it took so long... my internet was being a bitch. Well anyway, This next chapter should not take too long to write, and I will post it as soon as I can!! IT is about Tomoe!! That will be the last chapter before the fun stuff begins!!! And guys... PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Thank you!!!
Chapter 4- Misao
By Misao's Angel
"Nee Souji-kun? Do you think the blue one is better? Or maybe the red?"
"Actually, I like the blue one, but if you're doing his for Aoshi..."
"The red one it is!"
"Misao-chan!!!" Said a giggling fourteen-year-old boy named Soujiro... He never got angry...
Misao and Soujiro had been irreplaceable friends for as long as either could try to remember. It was said that the only time one was EVER seen without the other, was when they were in their own houses sleeping. The two never raised their voices towards each other, let alone fight. There was no better pair of friends than these two.
Misao was a hyper, happy girl, always needing to be obsessed with something. Whether it was a color, a animal, or even a person Misao would always have a time dedicated to the worship of the chosen obsession. Usualy each obsession only lasted for a week or two. It was almost never anything longer than three. But for the first time ever, Misao gained an obsession that her heart could not let go of. He was a famous actor, with a face that made millions of fangirls squeel in an estatic glee, ice blue eyes that were gentle, yet chilling to the spine when seen on his bad time. His hair was a jet black, jagged bangs hiding small parts of his eyes... making him seem even more mysterious than he was already known for. He was the strong and silent type, never saying more than two words at a time. But one word was all he needed to turn a crowd from board to wild. This man was Shinomori Aoshi.
Soujiro was just a bit jealous of this Aoshi. For a time now, Soujiro had been holding Misao at the closest place to his heart. He had yearned for her heart at the farthest difference, despite the fact that they were the closest of friends. Because to her, they were JUST close friends. And Soujiro excepted that. He didn't mind. Along as she was happy, he was happy. And if her happiness only came when she saw Aoshi, then Soujiro would be happy as well. Right?
Too bad it doesn't always work out that way. The human heart is too cruel to allow it.
It was that day that Soujiro had gotten a hold of a treasure that Misao would want more than anything else in the world.In his hand he held a ticket to actually meet the man. He wanted her to have it. He wanted to give it too her. But if he really wanted to so badly... Why couldn't he?
This was absurd. Impossible. Soujiro was well known for his ever present smile, his laughs, his cheer... But for the first time in his life... The first time he could remember, all alone in his room...
He was crying.
He thought about the absurdity of it all, dried his tears... And decided that by the time the week was over, Misao would be holding this prize in her hand, smiling. A week, huh? That gave Soujiro enough time to think things through. But the true hard part was acting normal... just the same as he always did, whenever she was near. Which was everyday.
But Souiro was already a master at that.
Soujiro gave the calender a quick glance. 'Tuesday, eh?' he questioned. 'This week is going to go by quickly.'
He never knew just how right he was.
Wednesday- Soujiro and Misao sat through the monotony of the eighth grade... Then ran to the movie theater for a rewatching of Shinomori Aoshi's newest movie, "Death on a ladder" (Misao's idea of course)
Thursday- School again, then some ice cream and two hours in the library in order to finnish homework.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same, minor diferences here and there, but the basic schedule was exactly the same. School, entertainment, sleep. The most drastic change was on sunday, when due to the absence of school the schedule just went straight to "entertainment". Basicly, though, the days were the same.
Every day through this repeitive week, Souiro tried continuously to give Misao his gift. But a voice in the back of his head would always stop him, and tell him, "Don't worry about it. You still have time..."
But before he knew it, that time was up. It was tuesday again.
Soujiro put all fear behind him. He was ready. He would finally tell her. And when the time was right, when school was over and he was walking along side of a grinning Misao as they left the arcade, Soujiro did just that.
"Misao-chan?"
"Yeah, Souji-kun?"
"I h-have..." deep breath... "I have some thing for you."
Soujiro held out his trembling hand, revealing the prize he had been waiting an entire week to show her. He did it. He finally gave it to her. Misao couldn't hold back the sudden rush of emotion that caused her arms to wrap around her benefactor's neck, and her lips to steal his breath. A moment of disbelief over took his heart, followed by an eternity of exstacy. For the first time that he could remember, the one he loved showed some affection in return. Even if it was just a way of thanking him for tickets to see someone else... Even if it wasn't really love, Soujiro was greatful.
MIsao waved goodbye, and that night snuck away without her parents' consent to see the actor she had loved so much.
Soujiro had accomplished his goal.
Unfortunatly, nobody had told him not to buy things off the streets...
-------- How was this chapter guys? Sorry it took so long... my internet was being a bitch. Well anyway, This next chapter should not take too long to write, and I will post it as soon as I can!! IT is about Tomoe!! That will be the last chapter before the fun stuff begins!!! And guys... PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Thank you!!!