A/N: Went ahead and posted Chapter 1 cuz the prologue was kinda short. More humour in this and such. Hope you enjoy ^_^
Disclaimer: If I owned RK, Soujiro would have made a reappearance and Misao would be chasing after him. So this is proof I dont own it.
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Mezamete-yuki Tamashii :: Awakening Spirits
Chapter 1 :: Girls Are Scary
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The boy looked up and for the first time, he could remember, his smile faded and his now wide blue eyes met a sea of emerald.
Misao held her breath.
'Ice blue eyes...Tenken no Soujiro...'
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Kurai mori, samayou
In the dark forests you wander
Murasaki no kizuato
Purple scars
Yoru ni matataku ryuusei
At a falling star gleaming in the night
Mitsumete iru Ice Blue Eyes
Staring Ice Blue Eyes
~Ice Blue Eyes
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Soujiro stared at the emerald eyed girl who sat in front of him. This girl, she was with Himura when they had first fought. She was younger, of course, but he was sure it was her. And he could tell that by the surprise on her face, that she knew who he was.
He glanced at the woman beside her who reached over and felt his forehead. Soujiro watched, the smile forgotten. He blinked, innocently as the woman reached down and grabbed a cup of tea. "Drink. You are dehydrated, boy."
Soujiro nodded, accepting the cup with shaky hands. It was the he noticed he was in a dry and snug yukata, his clothing gone. Seeing that only two women were in the room, he blushed slightly, glad the fire's glaze covered the notion. He pressed the cup to his lips and drank, slowly. The hot liquid burned his throat but he didn't stop until he was finished, being so thirsty and not caring that it hurt.
He set the cup down and glanced over at Naoko, who began to refill his cup.
He parted his lips, surprised that his voice was so hoarse. "A-arigato...but you didn't need to do this, Ojo-san."
The woman smiled. "My name is Naoko. And we do not mind. Please, drink." She handed him the cup again as he proceeded to swallow the tea with steadiness.
Naoko then handed Misao a cup and stood up. "I will be in the kitchen if you need me, Misao-chan."
Misao nodded and sipped her tea quietly.
'Misao...' Soujiro mentally noted. He stole a glance at her. She still had that long braid of ebony and wore her uniform with the big bow. However she had developed the curves of a woman and Soujiro blushed at catching a glance of her lean thighs. He pulled his eyes down to his lap as Misao looked over at him.
"Tenken..." She almost hissed, peering at him with those eyes.
Soujiro immediately shook his head, his once forgotten smile returning. "Iie. I am a rurouni, now."
Misao raised a brow. "Why should I believe you?"
"Why shouldn't you?"
"Because you're a murderer."
Soujiro's smile faultered momentarily. Misao caught it, barely. 'Maybe he has changed...'
"I am. It is true. But I am trying to make amends for it. I know I can't, but I will try."
Soujiro expected more accusations but to his utmost surprise Misao shrugged and grinned. "Oh well the past is the past and we all can be morons sometimes!"
Soujiro blinked. "Ara..."
Misao paused. "Well that didn't sound as insulting in my head..."
Soujiro's brow twitched. 'Okay...' He then switched the topic. "What are you doing away from Kyoto?"
Misao blinked and growled. "None of your business, tenken!"
Soujiro almost spilt the steaming hot tea in his lap, which wouldn't have been a pleasant sight. "Ara! Calm down, I was just asking, yeesh...and don't call me that, please. I am now just Seta Soujiro."
Misao sighed. "Fine, Soujiro-kun."
Soujiro smiled again, which made Misao scrunch her nose. "Do you always have to smile?"
Soujiro blinked again, smile still plastered to his face. "I don't *always*..."
"Yes, you do."
"Do not."
"Uh huh! Name one time you haven't been smiling!"
"..."
"See?!"
Soujiro shook his head. 'What a lively girl...' But he knew he found it rather interesting.
"I'm on a journey of self discovery."
"Huh?" Soujiro looked up.
"You asked me why I wasn't in Kyoto. I'm trying to figure out who I really am. I found out I don't know myself at all."
Soujiro nodded. "I know how that is..."
"Good! Then it's settled."
"Nani?! What's settled?"
"I'm gonna come with you on your adventures as a rurouni!"
O_o "You...you're wha?"
"You heard me!"
Soujiro's head dropped.
"We could walk to China!"
Soujiro slapped his forehead, the smile ever so strained. "Uhm, Misao-san..."
Just then, the door opened as Kakuzo walked in with a heavy armload of fire wood. Misao bounced up to grab a few of the blocks and was surprised when Soujiro had beat her to it. 'I didn't even see him get up!'
Kakuzo blinked as the boy who was unconscious before he left was now taking a hefty amount of wood into his arms and trotting to where the last of the former pile remained. "Uhm...shouldn't you still be resting?"
Soujiro smiled, shaking his head. "I'm okay, now. Naoko-san's tea did wonders. I was mostly tired and thirsty, that's all." He set the blocks down with ease then dusted the yukata off. "Ano...may I have my clothes back, please?"
Misao shook her head. "Nope. First of all, they're not dry and secondly, they're tattered to death! You should trash them."
Soujiro's eyes got wide. "But its all I own! I can't just get rid of them, besides it's my favourite outfit!"
Misao sighed. "Well at least let us mend it or something. I mean you look like a bum."
"What do you think a rurouni is?"
"...Good point."
Misao then turned to Kakuzo and Naoko, who just returned from the kitchen. "Once the rain stops, Soujiro-kun and I will be leaving."
Naoko blinked. "Soujiro-kun? Ohh, you mean the boy?"
Soujiro's mouth twitched. Such a strange girl.
"Yup. I've decided to let him tag along with me."
Soujiro did a double take and stared at Misao.
"You're tagging along with me, Misao-san."
"Whatever."
Soujiro sighed a mushroom cloud and sat back down. "Is there any way I can repay you two for your hospitality towards me?"
The couple looked at each other and smiled. "Just keep yourself out of bad weather, Soujiro-kun." Kakuzo chuckled, reaching over and ruffling the boy's head.
Soujiro's smile became even more strained. He wasn't used to such kindness. He nodded and bowed, showing his appreciation. "Arigato gozaimasu."
"Well, its getting late, I suggest we all get some sleep." Kakuzo stated, putting an arm around his wife and smiling. Then the couple retreated to their bedroom.
Misao watched them leave then stretched and yawned. "Oh well, I'm gonna go get some sleep now. Oyasumi, Soujiro-kun." She smiled sweetly at him which in return Soujiro blushed ever so slightly. "Oyasumi nasai, Misao-san."
'There's something unique about that girl.'
Soujiro thought for a moment and then laid back down, his back to the warm fire, letting sleep catch him in its entanglement.
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"Well, kids, you take care of yourselves!" Kakuzo stated heartily as he hugged Misao and shook Soujiro's hand.
"And try to stay out of trouble." Naoko added, handing Misao some food for her and Soujiro's journey.
Misao nodded, grinning widely as she picked up her bag of belongings. Soujiro, naturally having the smile on his face, bowed politely and then reached for his items, too. His outfit, now patched up thanks to Naoko was ruffled by the cool breeze. Most of the wetness had been dried by the sun and now the two young adults waved one last time as they padded down the dirt road towards wherever fate intended for them to go.
Tossing her hands up in the air she shouted out. "It's a beautiful day!!"
Soujiro chuckled, watching the genki girl skip about, her braid bouncing from side to side.
A few people passing them on the road paused to smile as Misao danced about. Soujiro watched her, not even hearing himself sigh. He almost wished he could be that carefree. Then again, if he were, he'd probably trip over his own feet and smash his face into the ground. He winced at the thought.
Soujiro snapped out his thoughts to find himself alone.
"Misao-san?"
No answer.
Soujiro blinked.
"Misao-san?" He called out again. He scrunched his face up into confusion. "Now where could she have gone?"
Soujiro's instincts suddenly told him to get off the path. He did, and stepped into the woods. It was then he heard Misao's unmistakeable voice.
"YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
Soujiro slapped his forehead. He could sense trouble coming. Jogging toward Misao's voice, he came upon a clearing, where Misao stood against three rough looking men, and two cowered girls, dressed in lavish kimonos.
One of the men grinned, the lack of teeth showing. "Looks like we got ourselves another treat. And look, she's already halfway undressed for us."
Misao fumed. "Why you...HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MAKIMACHI MISAO!!"
Out of what seemed like nothing, Misao flicked her hands and several kunai appeared. The men, just snickered. They were either great samurai in disguise or they didn't know that if a woman is pissed, you get out of her way.
Suddenly a noise behind Misao made her whirl around, throwing several kunai with pinpoint accurancy. If Soujiro hadn't been gifted with speed, he'd be a likely subject for acupuncture. The poor ex-tenken stumbled out of the bushes, dodging Misao's tobikunai. "Misao-san, it's me!"
"Oops! Sorry!"
Then the men got smart and attacked.
"Ack! Get the hell away from me, jerk!" Misao yelled, dodging the guy's lunge. Soujiro look at the two men heading for him, one wielding (or attempting to wield) a katana. The other was holding an ax. Soujiro just smiled as the two men closed on him.
The two girls, shaking with fear both cried. "We're doomed!" But to their surprise, the ugly guy who'd lunged for Misao suddenly flew backwards as the sound of Misao's foot cracking his jaw was evident.
And then the two men stood where Soujiro was, confused. "Where'd he go?" One asked, scratching his head with the tip of his axe. The other shrugged, lifting up a rock and seeing if he was under it. Soujiro, behind them, once again strained to keep the smile on his face as he sweatdropped.
"Ara, I'm right here."
Both men turned around, almost bumping into each other. Soujiro closed his eyes. "This is almost demeaning..." Then he tapped his foot once, and was gone.
Misao looked up to see both men suddenly double over in pain and crumble to the ground, KOed. Misao blinked. She then almost punched the crap out of Soujiro as he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Don't DO that!" She yelled as Soujiro yelped.
"Sorry!" He bowed, the smile quivering. He yelped again as he knocked to the ground. "Misao-san!!" he yelled. However, Misao just stood there staring at him. He glanced down and the two young ladies had their arms wrapped around him. "Oh thank you for saving us, samurai-san!!" "Oh yes, those men were going to do awful things to us until you came along and saved us!"
Soujiro twitched, not exactly knowing what to do. He gulped as Misao stared down at him with a look to kill. "For starters, I saved you, Soujiro-kun just helped and secondly, you're making me sick! Get off of him!" she yelled, pulling the girls away.
"Ow ow! My hair!" One whined.
"Let go, you ugly busu!" the other snapped.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME?!" Misao hissed, drawing more kunai from wherever she stashed them.
"You heard me, you ugly excuse for a woman! You're just jealous because we are pure beauty and Samurai-san is attracted to women like us!" She exclaimed, smoothing out her kimono, which looked something like a girl from a brothel would wear. "Right, Taki-chan?" she addressed the other girl in the red kimono with a purple obi.
"Of course, Hana-chan!" The other replied batting her eyes at Soujiro, who still sat on the ground, face red and utterly confused. "Samurai-san..." Hana began. "Why not come with us? We'll give you service for free, for saving us." She purred. "We promise you satisfaction..."
Soujiro didn't quite understand. He wasn't sure he wanted to. And from the look of Misao's face, he could tell she knew more than he did. "He is NOT going to do anything with you sluts!" She yelled, waving her kunai at them.
"Kami, she's loud.." Taki murmured. "So how about it, darling? You could even have both of us at once."
It suddenly clicked as what the girls were talking about and the poor boy turned as white as a ghost. "Ar-ara...no thanks..." he managed to squeak. Of course his decline didn't do much good as the girls began to walk towards him, swaying their hips or eyeing him hungrily. Soujiro eeped and glanced at Misao behind him who was about to break. He then stood up, grabbed his bag and bowed. "It's been....interesting!" He tapped his foot once and then he and Misao were gone.
Both girls blinked and then sighed. "Damn. He got away."
Misao blinked. She was now at the edge of a town, standing beside a very, very pale Soujiro. "How did we get here?"
"I took us here." Soujiro replied, breathing heavily.
"But how did we get here that FAST." she exclaimed. "I mean I knew you were fast but I mean that was....that was..."
"Shukuchi." Soujiro finished. Misao just stared. Then she snapped back to attention. "That's the last time we help any more girls in distress. She growled. "And YOU, you just let them hang all over you!!"
Soujiro gasped. "I did NOT!"
Misao nodded. "Did too! I should have known that one of the JupponGatana would accept the--"
Soujiro shook his head frantically. "I swear on Shishio-sama's grave! I did NOT want anything they had to offer! Especially if it was what I think they were offering..."
Misao stared. "You mean you still don't know what they were!?"
Soujiro exasperated. "I can take a few hints!"
"My God, Soujiro-kun! You're one of the greatest assassins of all of Japan and you're don't even know the facts of life!"
"I KNOW SOME OF IT!" Soujiro yelled, the smile becoming increasing painful. "Besides, Misao-san, it took a few moments for it to register with you!!"
Soujiro defended himself as Misao glared daggers until both realized all of the townspeople had stopped what they were doing to stare at the two.
One of the little kids hollered, "Weirdos!" And both of the teen's faces turned bright red.
"Let's drop this subject, shall we?" Misao insisted.
"Let's." Soujiro agreed as Misao grabbed his arm and pulled him out of view of the staring crowd.
Soujiro pondered as Misao lead the way. That was the first time he'd ever gotten into an arguement with someone. He almost giggled. It was kinda funny. He glanced at Misao in front of him and smiled widely. 'Maybe this'll be more interesting than I thought.' He then looked up to the sky. 'If only I can find the answers I seek.'
Misao, still tugging him along had her own thoughts. 'That annoying baka! He's so...so...cute? No, that's not the word I was looking for.' Misao also looked up at the clear blue sky. 'Is he the sign I asked for?'
Both stopped and stared up, watching a few birds fly overhead and the clouds roll by. Misao let go of Soujiro's wrist and sighed happily. Soujiro closed his eyes and breathed in deep.
Perhaps this was the start of a friendship.
SMACK! "KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF!!"
"WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?! I DIDN'T TOUCH YOU!!"
Or not.
Tsuzukeru...
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A/N: Okay like I said, this was gonna take on a humourous twist. Hope you enjoyed...^^;
Leave a review if you got a moment!
**Ignore the grammar, I do.**
*bows*
Phoe-chan ^_^
Disclaimer: If I owned RK, Soujiro would have made a reappearance and Misao would be chasing after him. So this is proof I dont own it.
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Mezamete-yuki Tamashii :: Awakening Spirits
Chapter 1 :: Girls Are Scary
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The boy looked up and for the first time, he could remember, his smile faded and his now wide blue eyes met a sea of emerald.
Misao held her breath.
'Ice blue eyes...Tenken no Soujiro...'
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Kurai mori, samayou
In the dark forests you wander
Murasaki no kizuato
Purple scars
Yoru ni matataku ryuusei
At a falling star gleaming in the night
Mitsumete iru Ice Blue Eyes
Staring Ice Blue Eyes
~Ice Blue Eyes
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Soujiro stared at the emerald eyed girl who sat in front of him. This girl, she was with Himura when they had first fought. She was younger, of course, but he was sure it was her. And he could tell that by the surprise on her face, that she knew who he was.
He glanced at the woman beside her who reached over and felt his forehead. Soujiro watched, the smile forgotten. He blinked, innocently as the woman reached down and grabbed a cup of tea. "Drink. You are dehydrated, boy."
Soujiro nodded, accepting the cup with shaky hands. It was the he noticed he was in a dry and snug yukata, his clothing gone. Seeing that only two women were in the room, he blushed slightly, glad the fire's glaze covered the notion. He pressed the cup to his lips and drank, slowly. The hot liquid burned his throat but he didn't stop until he was finished, being so thirsty and not caring that it hurt.
He set the cup down and glanced over at Naoko, who began to refill his cup.
He parted his lips, surprised that his voice was so hoarse. "A-arigato...but you didn't need to do this, Ojo-san."
The woman smiled. "My name is Naoko. And we do not mind. Please, drink." She handed him the cup again as he proceeded to swallow the tea with steadiness.
Naoko then handed Misao a cup and stood up. "I will be in the kitchen if you need me, Misao-chan."
Misao nodded and sipped her tea quietly.
'Misao...' Soujiro mentally noted. He stole a glance at her. She still had that long braid of ebony and wore her uniform with the big bow. However she had developed the curves of a woman and Soujiro blushed at catching a glance of her lean thighs. He pulled his eyes down to his lap as Misao looked over at him.
"Tenken..." She almost hissed, peering at him with those eyes.
Soujiro immediately shook his head, his once forgotten smile returning. "Iie. I am a rurouni, now."
Misao raised a brow. "Why should I believe you?"
"Why shouldn't you?"
"Because you're a murderer."
Soujiro's smile faultered momentarily. Misao caught it, barely. 'Maybe he has changed...'
"I am. It is true. But I am trying to make amends for it. I know I can't, but I will try."
Soujiro expected more accusations but to his utmost surprise Misao shrugged and grinned. "Oh well the past is the past and we all can be morons sometimes!"
Soujiro blinked. "Ara..."
Misao paused. "Well that didn't sound as insulting in my head..."
Soujiro's brow twitched. 'Okay...' He then switched the topic. "What are you doing away from Kyoto?"
Misao blinked and growled. "None of your business, tenken!"
Soujiro almost spilt the steaming hot tea in his lap, which wouldn't have been a pleasant sight. "Ara! Calm down, I was just asking, yeesh...and don't call me that, please. I am now just Seta Soujiro."
Misao sighed. "Fine, Soujiro-kun."
Soujiro smiled again, which made Misao scrunch her nose. "Do you always have to smile?"
Soujiro blinked again, smile still plastered to his face. "I don't *always*..."
"Yes, you do."
"Do not."
"Uh huh! Name one time you haven't been smiling!"
"..."
"See?!"
Soujiro shook his head. 'What a lively girl...' But he knew he found it rather interesting.
"I'm on a journey of self discovery."
"Huh?" Soujiro looked up.
"You asked me why I wasn't in Kyoto. I'm trying to figure out who I really am. I found out I don't know myself at all."
Soujiro nodded. "I know how that is..."
"Good! Then it's settled."
"Nani?! What's settled?"
"I'm gonna come with you on your adventures as a rurouni!"
O_o "You...you're wha?"
"You heard me!"
Soujiro's head dropped.
"We could walk to China!"
Soujiro slapped his forehead, the smile ever so strained. "Uhm, Misao-san..."
Just then, the door opened as Kakuzo walked in with a heavy armload of fire wood. Misao bounced up to grab a few of the blocks and was surprised when Soujiro had beat her to it. 'I didn't even see him get up!'
Kakuzo blinked as the boy who was unconscious before he left was now taking a hefty amount of wood into his arms and trotting to where the last of the former pile remained. "Uhm...shouldn't you still be resting?"
Soujiro smiled, shaking his head. "I'm okay, now. Naoko-san's tea did wonders. I was mostly tired and thirsty, that's all." He set the blocks down with ease then dusted the yukata off. "Ano...may I have my clothes back, please?"
Misao shook her head. "Nope. First of all, they're not dry and secondly, they're tattered to death! You should trash them."
Soujiro's eyes got wide. "But its all I own! I can't just get rid of them, besides it's my favourite outfit!"
Misao sighed. "Well at least let us mend it or something. I mean you look like a bum."
"What do you think a rurouni is?"
"...Good point."
Misao then turned to Kakuzo and Naoko, who just returned from the kitchen. "Once the rain stops, Soujiro-kun and I will be leaving."
Naoko blinked. "Soujiro-kun? Ohh, you mean the boy?"
Soujiro's mouth twitched. Such a strange girl.
"Yup. I've decided to let him tag along with me."
Soujiro did a double take and stared at Misao.
"You're tagging along with me, Misao-san."
"Whatever."
Soujiro sighed a mushroom cloud and sat back down. "Is there any way I can repay you two for your hospitality towards me?"
The couple looked at each other and smiled. "Just keep yourself out of bad weather, Soujiro-kun." Kakuzo chuckled, reaching over and ruffling the boy's head.
Soujiro's smile became even more strained. He wasn't used to such kindness. He nodded and bowed, showing his appreciation. "Arigato gozaimasu."
"Well, its getting late, I suggest we all get some sleep." Kakuzo stated, putting an arm around his wife and smiling. Then the couple retreated to their bedroom.
Misao watched them leave then stretched and yawned. "Oh well, I'm gonna go get some sleep now. Oyasumi, Soujiro-kun." She smiled sweetly at him which in return Soujiro blushed ever so slightly. "Oyasumi nasai, Misao-san."
'There's something unique about that girl.'
Soujiro thought for a moment and then laid back down, his back to the warm fire, letting sleep catch him in its entanglement.
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"Well, kids, you take care of yourselves!" Kakuzo stated heartily as he hugged Misao and shook Soujiro's hand.
"And try to stay out of trouble." Naoko added, handing Misao some food for her and Soujiro's journey.
Misao nodded, grinning widely as she picked up her bag of belongings. Soujiro, naturally having the smile on his face, bowed politely and then reached for his items, too. His outfit, now patched up thanks to Naoko was ruffled by the cool breeze. Most of the wetness had been dried by the sun and now the two young adults waved one last time as they padded down the dirt road towards wherever fate intended for them to go.
Tossing her hands up in the air she shouted out. "It's a beautiful day!!"
Soujiro chuckled, watching the genki girl skip about, her braid bouncing from side to side.
A few people passing them on the road paused to smile as Misao danced about. Soujiro watched her, not even hearing himself sigh. He almost wished he could be that carefree. Then again, if he were, he'd probably trip over his own feet and smash his face into the ground. He winced at the thought.
Soujiro snapped out his thoughts to find himself alone.
"Misao-san?"
No answer.
Soujiro blinked.
"Misao-san?" He called out again. He scrunched his face up into confusion. "Now where could she have gone?"
Soujiro's instincts suddenly told him to get off the path. He did, and stepped into the woods. It was then he heard Misao's unmistakeable voice.
"YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
Soujiro slapped his forehead. He could sense trouble coming. Jogging toward Misao's voice, he came upon a clearing, where Misao stood against three rough looking men, and two cowered girls, dressed in lavish kimonos.
One of the men grinned, the lack of teeth showing. "Looks like we got ourselves another treat. And look, she's already halfway undressed for us."
Misao fumed. "Why you...HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MAKIMACHI MISAO!!"
Out of what seemed like nothing, Misao flicked her hands and several kunai appeared. The men, just snickered. They were either great samurai in disguise or they didn't know that if a woman is pissed, you get out of her way.
Suddenly a noise behind Misao made her whirl around, throwing several kunai with pinpoint accurancy. If Soujiro hadn't been gifted with speed, he'd be a likely subject for acupuncture. The poor ex-tenken stumbled out of the bushes, dodging Misao's tobikunai. "Misao-san, it's me!"
"Oops! Sorry!"
Then the men got smart and attacked.
"Ack! Get the hell away from me, jerk!" Misao yelled, dodging the guy's lunge. Soujiro look at the two men heading for him, one wielding (or attempting to wield) a katana. The other was holding an ax. Soujiro just smiled as the two men closed on him.
The two girls, shaking with fear both cried. "We're doomed!" But to their surprise, the ugly guy who'd lunged for Misao suddenly flew backwards as the sound of Misao's foot cracking his jaw was evident.
And then the two men stood where Soujiro was, confused. "Where'd he go?" One asked, scratching his head with the tip of his axe. The other shrugged, lifting up a rock and seeing if he was under it. Soujiro, behind them, once again strained to keep the smile on his face as he sweatdropped.
"Ara, I'm right here."
Both men turned around, almost bumping into each other. Soujiro closed his eyes. "This is almost demeaning..." Then he tapped his foot once, and was gone.
Misao looked up to see both men suddenly double over in pain and crumble to the ground, KOed. Misao blinked. She then almost punched the crap out of Soujiro as he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Don't DO that!" She yelled as Soujiro yelped.
"Sorry!" He bowed, the smile quivering. He yelped again as he knocked to the ground. "Misao-san!!" he yelled. However, Misao just stood there staring at him. He glanced down and the two young ladies had their arms wrapped around him. "Oh thank you for saving us, samurai-san!!" "Oh yes, those men were going to do awful things to us until you came along and saved us!"
Soujiro twitched, not exactly knowing what to do. He gulped as Misao stared down at him with a look to kill. "For starters, I saved you, Soujiro-kun just helped and secondly, you're making me sick! Get off of him!" she yelled, pulling the girls away.
"Ow ow! My hair!" One whined.
"Let go, you ugly busu!" the other snapped.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME?!" Misao hissed, drawing more kunai from wherever she stashed them.
"You heard me, you ugly excuse for a woman! You're just jealous because we are pure beauty and Samurai-san is attracted to women like us!" She exclaimed, smoothing out her kimono, which looked something like a girl from a brothel would wear. "Right, Taki-chan?" she addressed the other girl in the red kimono with a purple obi.
"Of course, Hana-chan!" The other replied batting her eyes at Soujiro, who still sat on the ground, face red and utterly confused. "Samurai-san..." Hana began. "Why not come with us? We'll give you service for free, for saving us." She purred. "We promise you satisfaction..."
Soujiro didn't quite understand. He wasn't sure he wanted to. And from the look of Misao's face, he could tell she knew more than he did. "He is NOT going to do anything with you sluts!" She yelled, waving her kunai at them.
"Kami, she's loud.." Taki murmured. "So how about it, darling? You could even have both of us at once."
It suddenly clicked as what the girls were talking about and the poor boy turned as white as a ghost. "Ar-ara...no thanks..." he managed to squeak. Of course his decline didn't do much good as the girls began to walk towards him, swaying their hips or eyeing him hungrily. Soujiro eeped and glanced at Misao behind him who was about to break. He then stood up, grabbed his bag and bowed. "It's been....interesting!" He tapped his foot once and then he and Misao were gone.
Both girls blinked and then sighed. "Damn. He got away."
Misao blinked. She was now at the edge of a town, standing beside a very, very pale Soujiro. "How did we get here?"
"I took us here." Soujiro replied, breathing heavily.
"But how did we get here that FAST." she exclaimed. "I mean I knew you were fast but I mean that was....that was..."
"Shukuchi." Soujiro finished. Misao just stared. Then she snapped back to attention. "That's the last time we help any more girls in distress. She growled. "And YOU, you just let them hang all over you!!"
Soujiro gasped. "I did NOT!"
Misao nodded. "Did too! I should have known that one of the JupponGatana would accept the--"
Soujiro shook his head frantically. "I swear on Shishio-sama's grave! I did NOT want anything they had to offer! Especially if it was what I think they were offering..."
Misao stared. "You mean you still don't know what they were!?"
Soujiro exasperated. "I can take a few hints!"
"My God, Soujiro-kun! You're one of the greatest assassins of all of Japan and you're don't even know the facts of life!"
"I KNOW SOME OF IT!" Soujiro yelled, the smile becoming increasing painful. "Besides, Misao-san, it took a few moments for it to register with you!!"
Soujiro defended himself as Misao glared daggers until both realized all of the townspeople had stopped what they were doing to stare at the two.
One of the little kids hollered, "Weirdos!" And both of the teen's faces turned bright red.
"Let's drop this subject, shall we?" Misao insisted.
"Let's." Soujiro agreed as Misao grabbed his arm and pulled him out of view of the staring crowd.
Soujiro pondered as Misao lead the way. That was the first time he'd ever gotten into an arguement with someone. He almost giggled. It was kinda funny. He glanced at Misao in front of him and smiled widely. 'Maybe this'll be more interesting than I thought.' He then looked up to the sky. 'If only I can find the answers I seek.'
Misao, still tugging him along had her own thoughts. 'That annoying baka! He's so...so...cute? No, that's not the word I was looking for.' Misao also looked up at the clear blue sky. 'Is he the sign I asked for?'
Both stopped and stared up, watching a few birds fly overhead and the clouds roll by. Misao let go of Soujiro's wrist and sighed happily. Soujiro closed his eyes and breathed in deep.
Perhaps this was the start of a friendship.
SMACK! "KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF!!"
"WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?! I DIDN'T TOUCH YOU!!"
Or not.
Tsuzukeru...
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A/N: Okay like I said, this was gonna take on a humourous twist. Hope you enjoyed...^^;
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**Ignore the grammar, I do.**
*bows*
Phoe-chan ^_^