A.N.: Okay, people, I'm getting a little discouraged right about now. I was
kinda having high hopes for the reviews by now, but, I will update, so you
people who've so kind as to read/review, won't kill me...It has been two
weeks almost. I love ya all!
OOOOOOkay, I'll stop with the wishy-washy shit. I'm really not THAT sensitive. But my forgoing ego is a bit touchy.... just kidding!!
Um, I know it's probably really mean to go on and leave you hanging after the last chapter, so gomen nasi...but, this part is kinda important and such, and it needs to be told before I conclude that cliffhanger.... This chapter is also good for some amusing mental images, and (I hope) some good laughs. Yeh, you guessed right, it's gonna get weirder....
DISCLAIMER: *see first two chapters* (I.E. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, but this story is my idea, so no touchy()
WARPED REALITY: CHAPTER 3
(in which we go to KYOTO)
It was a sunny day. So calm. So peaceful. Tiny puffs of white clouds danced across the otherwise clear sky. The green and gold grasses swayed gently in the warm noontime breeze.
'What a lousy day to be stuck inside,' Makimachi Misao thought grimly. At this time, she was working at the beef-pot restaurant near the Aoiya. Misao hated it. Aprons were so not her type of thing.
"Oh, Misao, could you get some more water for the kitchen?" Omasu asked. Behind her stood the tall Ochika, her hair tied up in a bun like Omasu's.
Misao crossed her arms. "Aw, but so I have to? I'm already waiting on six tables as it is, and was only taking a brief moment to rest before I went and worked my ass off more."
"Seven tables," Ochika corrected, checking the orders.
'Grrrrrr.' "Whatever, you get my point," Misao grumbled, closing her eyes again. Of course, she had just been mentally complaining about being stuck inside, but she leaned against the wall. It was more work. 'Let someone else do it,' she thought.
Just then Misao had a disturbing thought. She was starting to act like her Shinomori Aoshi-sama, always willingly, (or being forced to) stay indoors, all day in and day out.
"Eep!" Misao jumped a little at the thought. Sure, she loved Aoshi-sama to pieces, but that didn't mean she wanted to be him.
"Misao-chan? The water?" Omasu prodded.
"I'M GOING!" Misao said quickly. She snatched up the bucket and dashed out the door in a puff of dust.
"Ada...whatever," Omasu sweat dropped, sighed, and went back to work.
Misao walked quickly to the well, reeling down the bucket slowly. A few birds sang. The wind ruffled Misao's hair slightly, causing her long braid to fall over her shoulder.
'Aa,' Misao tilted her head back and closed her eyes in a brief relaxing moment of peacefulness.
Before she had a chance to open her eyes, she already knew something was different. She no longer could hear the birds, or feel the wind and sun on her skin.
"What the—" she opened her eyes.
She was staring at a wall.
"Huh? How did I..." she started aloud. She recognized the voice, but not as her own. 'Huh? Man, that is so totally not cool....'
Misao shifted her gaze. Somehow she had changed clothes, from her normal ninja outfit and apron to a light gray gi and pants. Come to think of it, she had changed skin too.
Misao stood up. "What in Kami-sama is going on? WHY am I in the Sins Temple? And why do I...why do I sound....?"
She wandered back a few feet, making her way to the back of the dim, scarcely decorated room. There were several glass vases lined up against the wall before her. Misao managed to catch a glimpse of herself in one of them.
"HOLY SHIT!!"
It had happened again. (A.N.: Bet you'd never have guessed, ne?)
"HOLY SHIT!!"
Misao took several steps backward, running into the wall. 'That's it...I'm just dreaming...WAKE UP MISAO!' She pulled her own hand back and smacked herself as hard as she could across 'her' face.
"ADA! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...." She instantly wished she hadn't done that as a small line of blood trickled out of 'her' nose.
"Oh, dear Kami-sama, this isn't a dream. This is real...this is real...and I'm hurt...ow, ow, ow, ow...." Misao backed into the wall again, now leaning against it. "Now what am I gonna do?" she muttered.
Usually in times when she was in such an annoying, confusing mess, she would run to Aoshi-sama for help or support. But, that was kinda hard to do when she WAS him....
Misao slumped against the wall further, until 'her' bangs cover 'her' eyes. 'Okay, calm, ...calm, breath...breath, breath....There has to be a reasonable explanation for this....'
Another thought crept into Misao's mind. If she was...here as Aoshi-sama, then what happened to the 'her' at the restaurant? Were there two 'Misaos' running around? And where was Aoshi? (A.N.: Guess.)
"Man, that's a scary thought." She muttered. She decided she had to check it out. Little did she truly realize, that there was something much more scary than another 'Misao' running around.
CRASH! (A.N.: and other sounds of commotion)
"What the hell?! What the hell?! What the—" Aoshi/Misao (A.N.: Oh, great. Now I gotta do that blah/blah thing again....sigh.) caught sight of a Misao- looking figure dashing back inside the restaurant, tossing aside a water bucket.
"Uh-oh," Misao muttered, once again startled by the change in her voice. Was that....?
Inside the restaurant, the said Misao-figure ran past a startled Omasu, and tripped over Ochika.
"Hey? Misao-chan?" Omasu asked.
"What happened to you out there?" Ochika demanded, trying to recover and not loose her balance. "Misao-chan?"
"M-Misao-chan? Misao? MISAO?!?!" the figure yelled. "AHHHHHHHH!"
The figure got back on her feet and began running around like an lunatic, turning over carts and small tables, causing pots and dishes to come clattering to floor. This Misao picked up a hotplate and began repeatedly beaming herself upside the head with it.
"OW!" Bong! "OW!" Bong! "OW!"
"MISAO-CHAN!" Ochika grabbed the Misao's flailing wrist, keeping her from hitting herself again. The hotplate flew to the other side of the room with a crash.
"Misao! Misao calm down!" Omasu commanded, trying to hold the said Misao down. "What's wrong?!"
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I," she stammered.
At this point, Aoshi/Misao had made it to the door and poked his/her head in. What an unusual sight!
'Is that...me?' Aoshi/Misao wondered. 'Am I really such a nut?...Nah.'
After she thought that, the supposed Misao began staring hard at Aoshi/Misao. "Demo...demo...demo..." 'She' closed her eyes briefly and began bapping herself on her head again, this time using the heels of her hands.
'Wait,' Aoshi/Misao stood frozen.
The Misao on the ground stopped smacking herself willingly, to the relief of the quickly-closing-in Omasu and Ochika. This Misao's mouth worked up and down, up and down, until a small squeak came out: "A-A-Aoshi?"
Aoshi/Misao just stared into space for a while until she realized that the Misao was talking to 'her.' "Uh, uh, uh, me?"
"OOOhhhhhhhhh...." Came the moaning replay.
An interesting thought occurred to Misao, for the second time, but in greater detail. Wouldn't it be funny if that 'Misao' was actually Aoshi? That would certainly explain why the 'Misao' was acting so weird and crazy. Aoshi, being used to a calm, uneventful (to normal people, boring,) life of tea and meditation...suddenly becoming someone else, a GIRL none-the-less.... That would be downright crazy.
Aoshi/Misao was now 99% sure that this figure was technically Misao/Aoshi. So, she decided to do a little test.
"Misao-chan, would you come with me for a moment, please? There's something I'd like to ask you," Aoshi/Misao said, trying to sound like a genuine Aoshi.
"Umm...uhh...okay." The other Misao slowly picked herself up off the floor, staggered a little, and VERY slowly made her way out the door with Aoshi/Misao. Way slowly.
As we go into the mind of Misao/Aoshi, (because, DUH, that's who it was,) we experience the truest of confusions. 'I'm walking with ME. That's ME. Me, me, me, me, me, me....'
Aoshi/Misao grabbed Misao/Aoshi by 'her' wrists, should she try to beat herself to a pulp again. She noticed that the short little Misao/Aoshi had a small trickle of blood running down her forehead and several bruises were beginning to appear above her left eye.
"Aoshi...,"Aoshi/Misao whispered, dropping to her knees to look 'Misao' in the face. Still 'he' was taller than 'her.'
Misao/Aoshi's eyes got all big and 'she' opened 'her' mouth involuntarily. But before 'she' could respond, Aoshi/Misao demanded, "Would you KINDLY stop trying to beat the crap out of MY body?!?!"
"Your...my...your body?! Misao! Oh, thank Kami-sama, I AM AOSHI! Aoshi, Aoshi, Aoshi...," he repeated joyfully. And kept repeating.
Aoshi/Misao mentally rolled her eyes. On the outside, Aoshi seemed so absolutely in control, but when thrown into a crisis, he was a bigger wreck than her.
And that's saying a lot.
"Misao?" Misao/Aoshi asked.
Aoshi/Misao shook herself out of thought. "Hai?"
"What happened? Why am I you...a GIRL?"
Now Aoshi/Misao truly rolled her eyes. "I-I don't know. But, I'm trying to be calm here, and figure this out. And with you, Aoshi of all people, ranting and raving like a decapitated chicken, I can't keep concentrated at all!"
Misao/Aoshi blushed. "Your right. I was acting like a child. My apologies." He set Misao's face into that always present, oh-so-familiar, stoic Aoshi stare.
'I'll be calm. I'll be strong. For her,' he thought.
Inwardly, Aoshi/Misao grated 'her' teeth and used all her willpower not to smack that look of her own face.
"Grrrrrr," she grumbled, standing back up. Misao/Aoshi continued to stare into space.
"Any ideas?" he asked monotone.
"Dame. Nope. But we need help, that's for sure."
"Yeah, right. Oh, sure...it's not that simple. It's not like: 'Oh, Master Okina, would you please come and call that magical Tokyo doctor and have her extract myself from Aoshi-sama and then put him back together to?' He'd lock us in the looney bin! No baka!"
Aoshi/Misao couldn't help but notice the note of sarcasm of the '-sama' part. "Your right, your right. Shikashi... maybe that Megumi-san would be able to help. And...maybe even Himura would be helpful. He's seen a lot of stuff."
"Oh, great. You want to run to Tokyo, and ask the Battousai, 'oh please help me extract myself from—"
"Dammit, Aoshi! I'm trying to cover our options here! Your method of trying to beat yourself out of my head wasn't exactly working either!!"
Misao/Aoshi shrunk. "It might be just you in there, but, I think I look a little scary when I'm angry."
"Oh brother...." Aoshi/Misao sweat dropped. "Grrrrrr." She picked up Misao/Aoshi by the back of her ninja outfit, grabbing right above her pink obi. "That's it. We're going. Like it'd be any less embarrassing in Tokyo. I, for one, am not staying here like this." She lifted Misao/Aoshi and walked off, carrying 'her' over 'her' shoulder.
Misao/Aoshi didn't struggle, but complained endlessly. "Ada, this is GREAT. Battousai and his baka rooster-headed friend will get a total kick out of this."
Aoshi/Misao, chucked slightly (a strange sound coming out of 'Aoshi')and gave Misao/Aoshi a good shake. "Why do you insist on calling Himura that? He's no longer Hitokiri Battousai; only a goofy, lovable, oro-ing, mop- headed rurouni."
"Yeah, yeah, and I'm a giggly saint. I don't give a rat's ass...."
And so it continued. Misao smiled. Even when thrown into some fresh hell, she still enjoyed spending time with her Aoshi-sama.
Slowly, they made their way toward the train station....
A.N.: EEEEK. I don't really like the ending sentence part to this chapter, but, I was having a brain fart that day. Hee-hee.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, that I do. Soon, I'll get the next chapter up, and that will conclude that damned cliffhanger. So, have patience. Patience is a virtue. (I know, I don't have patience either...)
Err, while I was writing this, I had several disturbing thoughts about the guy/gal switch. For your sanity, I will not list them. I'll just let your own mind do that. Shikashi, there is one thing I would like to mention.... Okay...err, what if Aoshi and Misao were switched and they...you know...*cough* ...did things. Just let your little hentai minds work. *It clicks in the reader's head* There you go.......(@o@x) Ororooooo....
For the next chapter, It's not going to be quite as silly anymore. Oh sure, it'll have humorous moments, but they'll become rarer and rarer as the 'drama' part comes in to play. ---And Reviews. Reviews are GOOOD. Write them. Please. ^__^. I enjoy them. I need them.... yeah, yeah, that's enough.... sayonara!!!!
OH! I almost forgot. I was thinking of doing an Inu Yasha or Yu Yu Hakusho fic. WHADDYA THINK???
Until later
~GCN anime dragon (^-^x)
OOOOOOkay, I'll stop with the wishy-washy shit. I'm really not THAT sensitive. But my forgoing ego is a bit touchy.... just kidding!!
Um, I know it's probably really mean to go on and leave you hanging after the last chapter, so gomen nasi...but, this part is kinda important and such, and it needs to be told before I conclude that cliffhanger.... This chapter is also good for some amusing mental images, and (I hope) some good laughs. Yeh, you guessed right, it's gonna get weirder....
DISCLAIMER: *see first two chapters* (I.E. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, but this story is my idea, so no touchy()
WARPED REALITY: CHAPTER 3
(in which we go to KYOTO)
It was a sunny day. So calm. So peaceful. Tiny puffs of white clouds danced across the otherwise clear sky. The green and gold grasses swayed gently in the warm noontime breeze.
'What a lousy day to be stuck inside,' Makimachi Misao thought grimly. At this time, she was working at the beef-pot restaurant near the Aoiya. Misao hated it. Aprons were so not her type of thing.
"Oh, Misao, could you get some more water for the kitchen?" Omasu asked. Behind her stood the tall Ochika, her hair tied up in a bun like Omasu's.
Misao crossed her arms. "Aw, but so I have to? I'm already waiting on six tables as it is, and was only taking a brief moment to rest before I went and worked my ass off more."
"Seven tables," Ochika corrected, checking the orders.
'Grrrrrr.' "Whatever, you get my point," Misao grumbled, closing her eyes again. Of course, she had just been mentally complaining about being stuck inside, but she leaned against the wall. It was more work. 'Let someone else do it,' she thought.
Just then Misao had a disturbing thought. She was starting to act like her Shinomori Aoshi-sama, always willingly, (or being forced to) stay indoors, all day in and day out.
"Eep!" Misao jumped a little at the thought. Sure, she loved Aoshi-sama to pieces, but that didn't mean she wanted to be him.
"Misao-chan? The water?" Omasu prodded.
"I'M GOING!" Misao said quickly. She snatched up the bucket and dashed out the door in a puff of dust.
"Ada...whatever," Omasu sweat dropped, sighed, and went back to work.
Misao walked quickly to the well, reeling down the bucket slowly. A few birds sang. The wind ruffled Misao's hair slightly, causing her long braid to fall over her shoulder.
'Aa,' Misao tilted her head back and closed her eyes in a brief relaxing moment of peacefulness.
Before she had a chance to open her eyes, she already knew something was different. She no longer could hear the birds, or feel the wind and sun on her skin.
"What the—" she opened her eyes.
She was staring at a wall.
"Huh? How did I..." she started aloud. She recognized the voice, but not as her own. 'Huh? Man, that is so totally not cool....'
Misao shifted her gaze. Somehow she had changed clothes, from her normal ninja outfit and apron to a light gray gi and pants. Come to think of it, she had changed skin too.
Misao stood up. "What in Kami-sama is going on? WHY am I in the Sins Temple? And why do I...why do I sound....?"
She wandered back a few feet, making her way to the back of the dim, scarcely decorated room. There were several glass vases lined up against the wall before her. Misao managed to catch a glimpse of herself in one of them.
"HOLY SHIT!!"
It had happened again. (A.N.: Bet you'd never have guessed, ne?)
"HOLY SHIT!!"
Misao took several steps backward, running into the wall. 'That's it...I'm just dreaming...WAKE UP MISAO!' She pulled her own hand back and smacked herself as hard as she could across 'her' face.
"ADA! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...." She instantly wished she hadn't done that as a small line of blood trickled out of 'her' nose.
"Oh, dear Kami-sama, this isn't a dream. This is real...this is real...and I'm hurt...ow, ow, ow, ow...." Misao backed into the wall again, now leaning against it. "Now what am I gonna do?" she muttered.
Usually in times when she was in such an annoying, confusing mess, she would run to Aoshi-sama for help or support. But, that was kinda hard to do when she WAS him....
Misao slumped against the wall further, until 'her' bangs cover 'her' eyes. 'Okay, calm, ...calm, breath...breath, breath....There has to be a reasonable explanation for this....'
Another thought crept into Misao's mind. If she was...here as Aoshi-sama, then what happened to the 'her' at the restaurant? Were there two 'Misaos' running around? And where was Aoshi? (A.N.: Guess.)
"Man, that's a scary thought." She muttered. She decided she had to check it out. Little did she truly realize, that there was something much more scary than another 'Misao' running around.
CRASH! (A.N.: and other sounds of commotion)
"What the hell?! What the hell?! What the—" Aoshi/Misao (A.N.: Oh, great. Now I gotta do that blah/blah thing again....sigh.) caught sight of a Misao- looking figure dashing back inside the restaurant, tossing aside a water bucket.
"Uh-oh," Misao muttered, once again startled by the change in her voice. Was that....?
Inside the restaurant, the said Misao-figure ran past a startled Omasu, and tripped over Ochika.
"Hey? Misao-chan?" Omasu asked.
"What happened to you out there?" Ochika demanded, trying to recover and not loose her balance. "Misao-chan?"
"M-Misao-chan? Misao? MISAO?!?!" the figure yelled. "AHHHHHHHH!"
The figure got back on her feet and began running around like an lunatic, turning over carts and small tables, causing pots and dishes to come clattering to floor. This Misao picked up a hotplate and began repeatedly beaming herself upside the head with it.
"OW!" Bong! "OW!" Bong! "OW!"
"MISAO-CHAN!" Ochika grabbed the Misao's flailing wrist, keeping her from hitting herself again. The hotplate flew to the other side of the room with a crash.
"Misao! Misao calm down!" Omasu commanded, trying to hold the said Misao down. "What's wrong?!"
"I-I-I-I-I-I-I," she stammered.
At this point, Aoshi/Misao had made it to the door and poked his/her head in. What an unusual sight!
'Is that...me?' Aoshi/Misao wondered. 'Am I really such a nut?...Nah.'
After she thought that, the supposed Misao began staring hard at Aoshi/Misao. "Demo...demo...demo..." 'She' closed her eyes briefly and began bapping herself on her head again, this time using the heels of her hands.
'Wait,' Aoshi/Misao stood frozen.
The Misao on the ground stopped smacking herself willingly, to the relief of the quickly-closing-in Omasu and Ochika. This Misao's mouth worked up and down, up and down, until a small squeak came out: "A-A-Aoshi?"
Aoshi/Misao just stared into space for a while until she realized that the Misao was talking to 'her.' "Uh, uh, uh, me?"
"OOOhhhhhhhhh...." Came the moaning replay.
An interesting thought occurred to Misao, for the second time, but in greater detail. Wouldn't it be funny if that 'Misao' was actually Aoshi? That would certainly explain why the 'Misao' was acting so weird and crazy. Aoshi, being used to a calm, uneventful (to normal people, boring,) life of tea and meditation...suddenly becoming someone else, a GIRL none-the-less.... That would be downright crazy.
Aoshi/Misao was now 99% sure that this figure was technically Misao/Aoshi. So, she decided to do a little test.
"Misao-chan, would you come with me for a moment, please? There's something I'd like to ask you," Aoshi/Misao said, trying to sound like a genuine Aoshi.
"Umm...uhh...okay." The other Misao slowly picked herself up off the floor, staggered a little, and VERY slowly made her way out the door with Aoshi/Misao. Way slowly.
As we go into the mind of Misao/Aoshi, (because, DUH, that's who it was,) we experience the truest of confusions. 'I'm walking with ME. That's ME. Me, me, me, me, me, me....'
Aoshi/Misao grabbed Misao/Aoshi by 'her' wrists, should she try to beat herself to a pulp again. She noticed that the short little Misao/Aoshi had a small trickle of blood running down her forehead and several bruises were beginning to appear above her left eye.
"Aoshi...,"Aoshi/Misao whispered, dropping to her knees to look 'Misao' in the face. Still 'he' was taller than 'her.'
Misao/Aoshi's eyes got all big and 'she' opened 'her' mouth involuntarily. But before 'she' could respond, Aoshi/Misao demanded, "Would you KINDLY stop trying to beat the crap out of MY body?!?!"
"Your...my...your body?! Misao! Oh, thank Kami-sama, I AM AOSHI! Aoshi, Aoshi, Aoshi...," he repeated joyfully. And kept repeating.
Aoshi/Misao mentally rolled her eyes. On the outside, Aoshi seemed so absolutely in control, but when thrown into a crisis, he was a bigger wreck than her.
And that's saying a lot.
"Misao?" Misao/Aoshi asked.
Aoshi/Misao shook herself out of thought. "Hai?"
"What happened? Why am I you...a GIRL?"
Now Aoshi/Misao truly rolled her eyes. "I-I don't know. But, I'm trying to be calm here, and figure this out. And with you, Aoshi of all people, ranting and raving like a decapitated chicken, I can't keep concentrated at all!"
Misao/Aoshi blushed. "Your right. I was acting like a child. My apologies." He set Misao's face into that always present, oh-so-familiar, stoic Aoshi stare.
'I'll be calm. I'll be strong. For her,' he thought.
Inwardly, Aoshi/Misao grated 'her' teeth and used all her willpower not to smack that look of her own face.
"Grrrrrr," she grumbled, standing back up. Misao/Aoshi continued to stare into space.
"Any ideas?" he asked monotone.
"Dame. Nope. But we need help, that's for sure."
"Yeah, right. Oh, sure...it's not that simple. It's not like: 'Oh, Master Okina, would you please come and call that magical Tokyo doctor and have her extract myself from Aoshi-sama and then put him back together to?' He'd lock us in the looney bin! No baka!"
Aoshi/Misao couldn't help but notice the note of sarcasm of the '-sama' part. "Your right, your right. Shikashi... maybe that Megumi-san would be able to help. And...maybe even Himura would be helpful. He's seen a lot of stuff."
"Oh, great. You want to run to Tokyo, and ask the Battousai, 'oh please help me extract myself from—"
"Dammit, Aoshi! I'm trying to cover our options here! Your method of trying to beat yourself out of my head wasn't exactly working either!!"
Misao/Aoshi shrunk. "It might be just you in there, but, I think I look a little scary when I'm angry."
"Oh brother...." Aoshi/Misao sweat dropped. "Grrrrrr." She picked up Misao/Aoshi by the back of her ninja outfit, grabbing right above her pink obi. "That's it. We're going. Like it'd be any less embarrassing in Tokyo. I, for one, am not staying here like this." She lifted Misao/Aoshi and walked off, carrying 'her' over 'her' shoulder.
Misao/Aoshi didn't struggle, but complained endlessly. "Ada, this is GREAT. Battousai and his baka rooster-headed friend will get a total kick out of this."
Aoshi/Misao, chucked slightly (a strange sound coming out of 'Aoshi')and gave Misao/Aoshi a good shake. "Why do you insist on calling Himura that? He's no longer Hitokiri Battousai; only a goofy, lovable, oro-ing, mop- headed rurouni."
"Yeah, yeah, and I'm a giggly saint. I don't give a rat's ass...."
And so it continued. Misao smiled. Even when thrown into some fresh hell, she still enjoyed spending time with her Aoshi-sama.
Slowly, they made their way toward the train station....
A.N.: EEEEK. I don't really like the ending sentence part to this chapter, but, I was having a brain fart that day. Hee-hee.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, that I do. Soon, I'll get the next chapter up, and that will conclude that damned cliffhanger. So, have patience. Patience is a virtue. (I know, I don't have patience either...)
Err, while I was writing this, I had several disturbing thoughts about the guy/gal switch. For your sanity, I will not list them. I'll just let your own mind do that. Shikashi, there is one thing I would like to mention.... Okay...err, what if Aoshi and Misao were switched and they...you know...*cough* ...did things. Just let your little hentai minds work. *It clicks in the reader's head* There you go.......(@o@x) Ororooooo....
For the next chapter, It's not going to be quite as silly anymore. Oh sure, it'll have humorous moments, but they'll become rarer and rarer as the 'drama' part comes in to play. ---And Reviews. Reviews are GOOOD. Write them. Please. ^__^. I enjoy them. I need them.... yeah, yeah, that's enough.... sayonara!!!!
OH! I almost forgot. I was thinking of doing an Inu Yasha or Yu Yu Hakusho fic. WHADDYA THINK???
Until later
~GCN anime dragon (^-^x)