Aki: Finally, the main chapter's here! I know I was suppose to update this fic last nov. 4 but... I'm really sorry if I wasn't able to do my promise...! It's just that I was mentally stressed because of all the things that are happening around me. (I actually think I have neurosis...) I'm really, really, really, really, really, reeeeaaaallllyyyyy sorry... (pout) from the bottom of Aki's heart.... If I typed this while on that condition, this Fanfic may turn out to be the most awful and eeeeeekkkyyy garbage you've ever seen, probably worse than seeing Misao end up with Shishio--- ewww... I can't do that! I will only do that if time comes when Soujiro is synonymic with Shishio! But nyways, I'm glad to be fine now and I hope you like this chapter! And this is the longest chapter I have! Since this chapter is late, I made it longer. First is was only six chapters and now, fourteen pages! (in the Microsoft Word, it is 14 pages.) Nyhows, enjoy and chill!!
E equals mc²
Honto ni?
Really?
Misao found herself skipping from roof to roof with Seta on suit. They were on their way back to the Kamiya dojo after Soujiro eventually ran away from Okon and Omasu using his ultimate Shukuchi and brought her to very unfamiliar place.
"Jeez, Sou-kun!" Misao complained turning her head towards Soujiro as she leaped. "You brought me FIVEkilometers away! Not ONE! Didn't the mummy man even bother to teach you how to approximate distances?!"
"Ara... I think that's out of question... Uh... I'm really sorry, Misao-kun." The lad placed an apologetic smile on his face. "Why don't we just use my Shukuchi and---"
"And what?!" The girl cut him off. "And make me see dashing bright lights against empty darkness like I was dying and then make my body feel weird and numb just because of the immensity of your speed?! Huh, no way I'll let you do that again with me, mister! NOOO WWAAYYYY!"
A sweat drop formed on the ex-assassin's head.
"Exaggeration is what you can term for that expression of yours, Misao-kun."
"Did I ask for your opinion?" The girl said; a tone of threat on her voice.
"It's not an opinion. It's a comment." Soujiro answered, not letting Misao win the argument this time.
"And the difference is?" Misao asked challengingly.
"Opinion is a view. Comment is a statement."
Misao didn't bother to reply the 'philosophic' answer that Sou gave. Instead, she sent a death glare that was utterly telling Soujiro, 'Do you wanna see your head rolling around Japan with your katana bashed on the center of your fore head, eyes popping out with squibblish thick blood that runs down your face with that smile of yours pinned on your face with my kunais, showing your toothless mouth where a big potato crop is tucked in together then your ears held in two sticks with flags saying "I, Seta Soujiro, wasn't murdered." and "Honest! At least, not by Makimachi Misao!" and your nose having a big rusty ox ring that's adorned with thorns.'
O.o
Soujiro could only mutter an 'ara...'
...
Misao was sure moody today.
"OI!!!!"
The two teens stopped on the spot and found Yahiko and Sano below them, waving and motioning them to go down.
"We were looking for you guys for like ages!" Yahiko exclaimed as the teens landed before them. "Were where you?"
"Out of town." Misao shot a death glare towards the swordsman's direction. "Thanks to this DUMB. STUPID. IDIOT. beside me, I was able to explore places!"
"Hehe..." Words failed Soujiro but his smile remained on his face before he heaved a sigh.
"I understand him." Sanosuke said and the three looked at him. "Those two appeared like they were possessed not by a devil but by a witch monster...!"
"You're right." The student of the Kamiya Kasshin nodded his head in approval. "They looked like they came from those voodoo paintings I've seen on--- AW! What was that for?!"
Yahiko felt the lump on his head after being hit by Misao on his head, which was ceremoniously followed by Sano's yelp after the girl did the same to him.
"You don't have to describe my comrades MALEVOLENTLY like that, you know?" Misao stated.
Soujiro decided to shut his mouth off so as not to add another lump on his head.
He had just enough lumps for the day.
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Unbeknownst to the four teens, a really, REALLY terrible, dreadful, nasty, HORRIBLE and VERY, VERYYYY, VERRRYYYYYYY BAD and tragic bloodshed was happening back at the Kamiya Kasshin.
...
The red haired samurai fell flat down, face first after he tripped himself with a rock.
He lifted his head and stared at the ground as a trickle of sweat came running down on his face.
His violet eyes glimmered cautiously, noticing that the whole place suddenly calmed down.
The silence tensed up the ambience of the yard.
A cold breeze passed him as he carefully roamed his eyes around.
He was sure they were just around him but he wondered why they didn't attack while they had the chance.
Feeling the presence of his enemy coming, he shot his eyes upwards, only to see a silhouette of two warriors assaulting towards him after launching from behind the wall, shouting their battle cries.
The bright sun unabled Kenshin to see their appearances and he seriously sweat dropped because of that.
He couldn't actually believe what happened!
It was so fast!
Everything happened so fast.
He was just doing the laundry at the backyard where his company was chatting.
Then before he knew it, they were being attacked!
...
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"Please come in."
A young and beautiful lady in kimono welcomed the four and led them inside the big, traditional house after opening the gate for them.
"What's Daigoro-kun doing, Itsuko-san?" Yahiko asked. Usually, it was Daigoro himself who welcomed him.
"Oh, he's on his room, doing some works father gave him." She answered on her normal up-leveling tone.
Yahiko felt Misao nudged him but he just shrugged her off.
"Guess we came the wrong time, huh?" Sano remarked glancing at the daughter of the owner of this house.
"No, of course not," Itsuko assured, "he has been waiting for you all day."
All of them removed their foot wears as they reached the doorway of the house. Misao, again, nudged Yahiko and Yahiko just glared at Misao.
When they had reached the living room, Misao and company sat around the table waiting for Daigoro as Itsuko excused herself to call him.
Misao nudged Yahiko once again, but this time, with a very great force that it made the boy rolling across the room.
"What the hack was that for?!" He stood up after the abrupt recovery and demanded for answers right away.
"DUH!!" Misao expressed as she form her fighting stance. Steams were rising from her head and Soujiro knew that this was far from good.
"M-Misao-kun... Calm do---"
"Don't you interfere, you smiling baka!" Misao glared at Soujiro then back at Yahiko who was equally mad. Yahiko was about to attack the Oni gang leader but was stopped by his old buddy.
"Oi, oi." Sanosuke barged in the conversation. "You're not on the Kamiya house so don't you try breaking things or going wild. At least try to show some nice behavior."
The trio stared at the free-loader as if his body was cut into pieces. Was this Sagara Sanosuke? If he was Sano, then what did he eat this morning to have something... uh... 'nice' to say? Was it Kaoru's cooking? Did the food she cook run up to his brain? Or did he eat nothing? Or did they hear the wrong thing?
"What?" Sano asked, annoyed by the attention he was given.
Misao shook her head and turn to Kaoru's student. "You could at least have the DECENCY to introduce me, you son of a samurai!!!"
Soujiro anime-ishly fell over. His Misao could be so unbelievable sometimes, getting all fumed just because of that. Tsk tsk.
Wait, make that ALL times. ,
Er, wait again, 'HIS' Misao???
His...
Erase that.
He could be killed because of that wrong adjective.
"You're being barmy because of THAT?!" Veins popped at Yahiko's head. "Just because of TTHHHAAAATTTT?!?!?!?!"
"What's wrong with THAT??!" Misao shot back. "You're being so---"
Their argument was cut when Itsuko, together with a brunette wearing a pair of glasses, came in.
Itsuko roamed her eyes from one person to another, silently asking what the ruckus was about.
Silence fell among the group until Daigoro, who was standing behind Itsuko, broke it.
"Yahiko-kun!" He called marching up to his friend. "Have you finished reading it??"
Instantly as it came, the anger that sprouted on Yahiko vanished and interest replaced it.
"Yah! It was really an awesome story! Specially the part where Shini fought the lone warrior of light!"
"I certainly agree." Daigoro nodded. "I didn't expect him to live. I thought he and his best friend died when the last leaf of the Ialli fell and---"
"Ahem." Sanosuke cut them. The two boys noticed that everyone in the room was staring at them.
"Uh... just got carried away..."Daigoro muttered, placing his hand at the back of his neck. "Hehe..."
"AHEM."
Everyone else's eyes averted to Misao's direction. She was sitting properly, her back straight and gestured Yahiko. Yahiko just rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Itsuko-san, Daigoro-kun, this is Misao and Soujiro, and vice-versa."
"Wow, Yahiko, you're not too bad at introducing people, aren't you?" Sanosuke said sarcastically.
Misao gave Yahiko a glare of irk.
"Gee, I should have done that myself. Thanks a lot, Myojin." The ninja rolled her emerald eyes. "Anyway," Misao immediately replaced her grimace with a smile, "I'm Makimachi Misao, the beautiful and approvingly the great leader of the best gang here everyone else sweat dropped and this is Seta Soujiro. Nice to meet you guys."
With this, the girl bowed and seeing as to what Misao was doing, Soujiro bowed too. Their gesture was returned both by Daigoro and Itsuko.
"Huh, as if there's any difference!" Yahiko mocked.
"So..." Daigoro started, not wanting any fight to start. "Do you want to see the other books in sensei's library?"
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Meanwhile... the unexpected attack on Kamiya residence continued...
Kenshin focused his vision on the two warriors before him.
Okon and Omasu.
The two landed on their feet with weapons on their hands.
"We know you know that you know what we want to know!" Okon shouted, readying herself to attack the former Hitokiri Battousai.
"O-Okon-dono... Omasu-dono... please calm down..."Kenshin pleaded. His smile twitched repeatedly as another sweat drop form on his head.
"We'll calm down when you tell us why you professional swordsmen, exceptforthatmummyman, look handsomely young!" Omasu conditioned.
"O---"
"Like Seijuro-sama!" Okon exclaimed; a background full of roses popped and an image of a Seijuro Hiko appeared. "He said he was in his early forties but he looks like he is just twenty plus! And to think that he trains himself everyday and lives all alone, facing obstacles with no one!"
"And you, Himura Kenshin," Omasu continued Okon's example, "said that you are twenty nine and indeed it was proven by Seijuro-sama but look at you! LOOK at YOU!"
Kenshin looked at himself with his usual Oro-expression and a question mark on his head.
"You look like you are much, much younger than that Sanosuke and you look like you're just a lad with nice features!" Okon proved.
"And then there's Soujiro! Who look as though he wasn't faced with so much trouble in his life!" Omasu just nodded.
Kenshin's left eye twitched.
"Look here Kenshin!" Okon ordered and Kenshin mindlessly followed. "If you're not spilling any information to us! Then we might as well not tell you where we kept your beloved Kaoru!"
All Kenshin could do was fall over the ground.
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"This looks a lot like Okina's file room..." Misao noted. They had just entered the room where bunch of books was kept and arranged.
"You can borrow whatever you guys want." Daigoro informed them. "Just be sure to remember where you get them."
"You sure have a lot of books here, glass-boy." Sano said as he stopped and looked at a book.
"All of these are sensei's property, not mine." The lad replied from another part of the room since the room was parted by a number of shelves.
"Do you have books about ninjas?" Misao asked, looking pass each book on the shelf she was facing.
"I think there's one on the fifth shelf."
The braided brunette sought for the fifth shelf, not even knowing where the first shelf was. Not bothering to ask, she assumed that the shelf she was facing before was the second one and so, she passed three shelves, getting a glimpse of Soujiro at the third shelf and turned to the assumed fifth shelf.
...
Misao was reading the titles of the books that were on her eye-level when one book from the other shelf caught her attention. She instinctively bent down and picked the black book.
It was rather big and dusty so she placed it down on the floor. She blew off the dusts above before opening it.
She didn't know what made her pick the book but she just did. Misao opened the book and saw the title written on the third page.
"Secrets of Science..." She whispered to herself. The young Oni gang leader wondered why it was titled like that and afterwards, she found herself scanning the brown pages of the manuscript. Everything was written in western style except that it was still in Japanese writing. (It's written from left to right.)
Her emerald eyes read words such as particles, study, energy, rolled down, experiment, then, intensity, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah.
Bo-oring.
Misao had already gone one-fourth of the book. She let out a yawn and started to scan the book faster so as to finish it already, but she decided not to see all the pages on that book. She was about to close it when she caught a quick look of an interesting phrase.
'Speed of light?'
The phrase processed up to her mind and interest suddenly filled her. She was sitting cross-legged now, with the book on her lap. She again flipped carefully through the pages looking for the part where she had read the phrase.
"Speed of light, speed of light, speed of light..." Misao kept repeating and repeating all over as she searched the book.
Speed of light.
Shukuchi.
Soujiro.
Those three S were connected.
Probably connected.
Somehow, Misao felt as if she knew she could know more about her friend Soujiro if she sited that page where she saw the phrase.
Somehow, Misao felt an urge to know what that 'speed of light' was about.
Somehow, Misao felt that she just needed to know it.
She had gone scanning half of the book but she hadn't found what she wanted.
What if she had missed it on the latter pages?
She started scanning back.
What if she didn't?
She advanced to the page where she was looking at before.
What if...
"Here!" She exclaimed in triumph, throwing a fist in the air. And there it was; the phrase she was looking for.
Speed of Light
Page 677
Chapter 3
Optics
Lesson 29
Light
Misao rested her back at the shelf and started reading. She could hear from the background the conversations going on between Sano and Daigoro, and between Yahiko and Soujiro.
As Misao's emerald eyes went from left to right, going downwards and occasionally stopping when she found something hard to understand. She then continued up to the bottom of the page then read to the next page where an illustration was place.
On the illustration where some arrows; an arrow that reflected, an arrow that refracted, an arrow that diffused in several smaller arrows...
From what she understood, a man named Huygens developed this theory about light that light was a wave; it bends, it reflects, it refracts, it diffracts.
Other scientists made other experiments that showed and proven the properties of light. And on year 1873, a man named Maxwell, James Maxwell, showed through his work on an oscillating electrical circuit that the speed propagation of light was 350,000,000 meter per second.
Then there's this formula proven by a man named Albert Einstein. It said that energy is equal to the mass of the object multiplied by the speed of light squared.
In a shorter way, it can be expressed as "E is equal to mc²", where c is the speed of light.
And the speed of light is approximately 3.5x108 m/s.
Misao continued her reading. She soon learned about this experience that happened for real during the past years.
A group of scientists was able to make this rocket ship that successfully blasted out of Earth and into space but, sadly, it failed on landing on their destination; the moon.
One of the riders of this ship was a lad who had an identical twin left here on earth. He was twenty when they launched into space and when he landed back here after, more or less, ten years, and met his twin brother again, everyone, including himself, was surprised to see that while his brother looked like an average thirty-year old man, he looked like an average teen on his early twenties.
They explored about how this... 'weird' event happened and sooner, they found out and proved that it was all because of the speed of the rocket ship that the lad had rode for years.
Indeed, it was not as fast as light but the speed it took was fast enough to make time slow down.
What more could have happened if it was as fast as light?
Then suddenly, it struck Misao.
Speed of light.
Young look.
Speed of light.
Shukuchi.
Speed of light.
Soujiro.
Misao lifted her head and the look on her face made her appear like she was struck by a bright light and was suddenly enlightened.
But it really enlightened her.
It really made sense.
Now she knew why Soujiro looked young!
Of course!
It was the only probable reason and explanation!
"It's all because of..."
Aki: Cliffy! Cliffy! Cliffy! Hehe... I hope the last parts of this chapter already gave you idea as to what made Sou-kun look young. Indeed it needs an explanation. So I'm gonna explain it on the next and most probable, the last chapter, where in I can answer your question if you had some. And there, I'll answer your reviews, all of those that I received since the summary was released. Nyways, guys, I'm really thankful for your reviews! I wasn't expecting 30 reviews for two short chappies! But you guys made me all glad and to tell you the truth, your reviews made me feel better. (I really thought I was dying last, last week! Seriously.) I hope you wait for the next chapter and for the posting of my other SouMi fics. And I hope you all like this and I hope you all review...! Pyease!
And guys, thanks for finding this fic humorous although I don't understand why I actually put this under the humor genre and how I made this fic funny. I really appreciate the reviews guys! I just wish I don't get mentally stressed again... And hope you subscribe on the community I have for Soujiro and Misao fics! It's named the "SouMi SetaMachi Hall!"
And by the way, I sort of changed the summary.
Another thing, maybe this chapter showed you why I entitled this fic as how it is entitled. D Feel free to ask questions. (There's no, Sou-torture in this chapter... It's so lonely... sniff)
(I just turned fifteen the first day of November, which is my real birthday!)
Anata wa watashi no ichiban desu, minna! Okagesama de! Mata ne!
(You guys are my number ones! Thanks a lot! See ya!) Ja! Ja! Ja!Ja! Niet!