Knowing The Truth
By Massao28
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* Important Note: If anyone had bothered to read the information about this fic, Knowing the Truth, I was considering to strip it down, but now, a sudden burst of inspiration coursed through my Author Veins and I had new ideas! Dark ideas… anyway, I might raise this to R-13—no, I really will when times come and am gonna change the name to 'Rain Mingled Sorrow'. Also, please review!
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Glitch: Thank you!!! ^_^ it's really nice hearing from you all the time. You're a very good psychologist and your words help my ego. ^_^ Thanks!
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Starian Princess- You're flattering me aren't yah??? ^_^ anyways, I planned for it to have a battle, but I'm not sure how to do that. If you have some ideas or wants to co-author, you're free to email me and you'll have my eternal gratitude and the credit! ^_^
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CHAPTER FOUR
"Where are you going, Aoshi-sama?" Kaoru asked in a polite voice. She didn't even blink-as if she could see the intensity of Aoshi's gaze. He opened the shoji screen wider and stepped out of his home. Kaoru remained seated on the tatami mat.
"Out," he answered shortly. Kaoru did not try to pry. Living with the man for a whole month made her more knowledgeable on how to interact or act towards him… he needed his space and letting her intrude in his home was intrusion of his 'needed space' enough.
"Will you be eating here for dinner?" she asked him and he nodded his head without thinking (Aoshi not thinking?! Gasps!). He muttered yes which she heard even though it was very soft. Her senses had sharpened and she enjoyed the feeling of it.
"I'm passing by the market so I can accompany you going there… when we get there, Yasuhiko would take care of you." She nodded her head and stood up, closing the shoji screens behind her, slipping on a pebble and making her almost out of balance. Out of reflex, he saved her slipping easily. It was cliché, yes. But it was not very back then.
"A-arigato Aoshi-sama," she said shyly, her face reddening. She didn't see it and Aoshi paid it no heed, helping her to her feet; steadying her. They walked silently, headed to the market. No words needed to be exchanged.
As they reached their destination, she scented a familiar scent and clip-clopping of wooden sandals on the ground as Yahiko approached them. "Kaoru-chan! Aoshi-sama!" he waved his hands frantically unlike a fifteen-year-old that he was. He grinned boyishly at both as Kaoru returned a smile to him (though she didn't see the smile, she felt a happy aura of Yahiko). As the young teenager dragged her by the hand, Aoshi had her other. She turned to him, slightly questioning in her expression. As he pulled her close, a thought kept repeating itself in her head like a mantra…
'Pull me closer…kiss me… kiss me now… I won't push you…' the thought made her feel all dirty and such, yet excited in her own right. Aoshi's smooth lips brushed with her ear as he whispered something almost inaudible so she could only hear and fully understand…
"We'll have a visitor later on," he said simply, emotionless, yet not harsh either… All her thoughts and mantra shattered as disappointment and shame swept through her and stayed inside her heart.
She nodded her head and smiled at him kindly… "Hai, Aoshi-sama," she said obediently as he slowly let go of her wrist and let Yahiko take her. His eyes never wavered as he looked at her retreating form… The elegance of her walk was fascinating. He turned away and continue his walk to his destination. He was already delayed.
But it was nothing. Misao could wait.
What felt odd to him was the fact he had not only agreed to escort her to the market.
He was the one to offer her too.
Highly irregular indeed
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Misao was so excited to board the train that day. Imagine: she was going to see her Aoshi-sama again!
She tapped her fingers on the rail of the window and smiled wistfully. Her guardian was going to welcome her! Her long-time crush!!! She grinned, blushing as a squeal of excitement escaped her tiny mouth and people shot weirded [not an actual word] looks at her.
She was too excited to deal with the looks of unknown people! After all, this was going to be fun! All alone with Aoshi-sama! Trying so hard to cook and wishing not to end up poisoning him!
She sweat dropped at this
She was raised a ninja, not a cook—she shouldn't be the one cooking!!!
But then again, she blushed as images flashed inside her mind.
Her and Aoshi-sama getting married… having lots of children and all that cheesy things normal and average women hoped for! Maybe Aoshi-sama will even marry her when they met at the station!
Okay, that was too advanced, but could you blame her? She was young and in love! She clapped her palms on her lap and formed them into fists as she tried not to run towards the train station.
It had taken all her willpower to stay seated on her seat. She sighed, patiently awaiting her self draw closer to Aoshi-sama.
Soon… it would be really soon…
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"Are you absolutely sure of this information?" A cold, stony voice asked in a statement tone.
A man, in the corner of the spacious room trembled as he heard the voice of his young master. Or young for a very powerful Hitokiri [sword slasher] He nodded his head, wiping the sweat forming in his brow, bowing his head. "Y-yes, Ba-Batthousai-sama!" he said in his old voice. The sword slasher huffed, making the older man shudder again. "I-I am positive of this information! I've seen her myself! But," he hesitated to share to him this piece of very important information he had wanted to leave behind, but his fear of his master was great. Overpowering him.
Batthousai raised his eyes, emotionless green orbs that were often mistaken to be cold. They best not see his cold glare. "Tell me," he said softly, commanding and secretly promising pain if not obeyed.
The man again bowed his head redundantly, creating a red spot on his forehead as his head repeatedly smacked down on the matted floor. He raised himself in a stiff posture and began to tell his Lord what he knows. "She is… blind… And she is currently protected by a promising rival!!! A very strong sword slasher and will not hesitate to kill to assassinate!!! He knows many—" the man was cut short by Batthousai's steely voice.
"I do not wish for your useless sputter old man. I did not ask for his status. You waste my patience." With that, he sent him a hard glare, which was a certainty to bring heartless actions towards the faithful old man. The old man gulped. "What is his name?"
"Aoshi Shinomori Master," he answered quickly. Batthousai rose up from his sitting position and raised his unsheathed sword directly between the man's eyes.
"Very well. You will lead me to her and after that, your family will be given abundant support and you will have a choice of how you will die and who will kill you." With that, he stepped out of the room, opening and closing the shoji screens.
A smirk made its way to his lips. He could finally finish what he had started. To feel her lips tremble as he bruised them with hungry kisses. As he made her pay for the sin she has committed to him.
He promised himself she would cry out several times with different emotions.
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Aoshi Shinomori arrived at the train station, staring straight ahead as women passed, obviously giggling over him. He wore a cold, emotionless mask on his face, waiting for a glimpse of the young, hyper-active Misao, his charge.
The train swiftly passed by him and stopped in the middle, letting boarders arrange themselves before they got out with their luggage.
"Aoshi-sama!" someone cried out from inside the train. He flicked his eyes to see his charge, Misao grinning happily and stopping right in front of him and bowing. She raised her head and smiled. "HI!!!"
Aoshi barely nodded his head, taking her bag from her and walking away, knowing she was beside him. "You will be staying left to my quarters," he said in a simple tone. Misao looked at him quizzically.
"Why? I used to say on the right where there is a good view of the pond. Why do I have to change my quarters, Aoshi-sama?" She asked curiously. Aoshi looked at her from the corners of his eyes and looked once again, straight ahead.
"Kaoru will be staying there," he responded. Misao raised her eyebrows in surprise. Kaoru? Kaoru? Who the hell is that?
"Who's that," Misao asked her throat tight. "Your mistress, Aoshi-sama?"
"No," Aoshi answered coldly. Misao did not have any right to interfere with anything he does or to question him about his actions. Beneath the cold exterior, he was peeved and slightly annoyed with her prying.
"Then who is she?" Misao asked, trying to get hold of the jealousy she felt. Who was this girl that suddenly pops out of nowhere to steal her beloved Aoshi-sama from her?!
"A guest," Aoshi said in a tone that firmly said it was the end of their discussion. Misao did not speak again, fuming inside to beat the crap of this 'damsel-in-distress' using her quarters as her own.
She clenched her fists and dug her nails on her palm, making small, red crescents. All she knows that 'Kaoru' jumps her Aoshi-sama or something. Or planning to kill him for al they know.
Well, to have no worries, the best thing to do is get rid of her, she decided. One way or another she'll do something to get her away.
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Okay, this is only part 1 of this chap. I just wanted to get something out for the readers to feast one while I'm working on all the other fics and chaps for this fanfic. ^_^ Please review!