Hi, there, people! First off... sorry! I didn't mean to delay this update
so much. But school can be a pain in the ass sometimes... I'm almost
finished with the dreaded "examination days", so I guess I'll have more
time to write. That is, if the awful writer's block stops hitting on me..!
_
Some more notes and review responses in the end. So, R&R please!
Disclaimer: Hmm... Kenshin's not mine. On the other hand, Aoshi--- *sees lawyers and smiles innocently* Oh, okay! *frowns* So I don't own anybody from the RK cast. Wahh! *runs and cries rivers over the corner*
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**Previously...**
"Just how much did you take away from me?"
"I'm sorry. We won't tell."
"I guess that's all you two can do, isn't it? You keep deciding for me without consulting. You keep secrets from me, as well. How lovely."
Then, Misao turned and opened the front door.
"Misao! Where are you going??!"
"Hmm, I dunno... I guess I can't *remember*." And she slammed the door shut behind her.
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Absence in the heart - Chapter 3
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Misao got in her car, started the engine and drove away. She spent the whole night driving, ocassionally stopping to get something to eat, or to get more gasoline.
Her parents didn't stop her. How could they stop a 24-year-old girl from doing what she wanted to do? They thought she would be coming back, anyway. However, that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.
She drove towards nowhere in particular, she just wanted to get as far away from home as she could without so much as looking back.
But the truth was, she was now alone. She had nobody to go to. But... she would move on. And it was final.
Hours later, she found a decent hotel to spend the night at. And, although she had not been able to sleep a wink, she could, at least, get some rest.
She checked out at around 11 am and continued driving. As hours rolled by, buildings started to appear in the distance. Another city. Misao decided to settle there for some days and think things over.
She rented an apartment for a couple of days. It was not huge, but spacious enough for her. Once she put her things in order, she turned on the tv.
War. Every single news program mentioned it. Misao found herself strangely attracted to the piece of news. She wondered why.
As days went by, she bought newspapers to get as informed as she could about war. Maybe she did want something to get busy with. Maybe she just needed something to do other than think about her life as it was at the moment.
A week after her arrival, she remembered she had kept those semi-burnt pages from her notebook, together with her mother's journal and a silver necklace. Although she had been putting off the time when she knew she would have to look at those things and try to remember stuff that she might not want to, this day she put everything over a table and tried to make some kind of connection.
She started with her notebook. She opened it and read the first page. She remembered the day she wrote that page. University. Her first day there. Six years ago. She was all excited over nothing. She was nervous and eager at the same time. She searched for the second page, among the ones that were burnt. She found it. Her handwriting was barely readable, consequently, she wasn't able to understand completly what was written there. She spotted some little drawings over one corner of the page, but nothing more. She scanned the other pages, but couldn't make out complete lines. Not even key words. Almost everything was ruined.
All in all, the only things she had left was 'half' a notebook, her mother's journal, and a necklace. But not a single bit of memory back. She felt frustrated. She wouldn't be getting any solution at this rate.
But the words written in her mother's diary still plagued her mind. For some strange reason, the name Aoshi felt familiar.
'My lovelife...' Misao thought. 'This Aoshi may be related to it. Apparently, he gave me this necklace. But why?'
Sighing, she decided to call it a night and go to sleep.
-..-..-..-..-..-
The next day, Misao turned on the tv once more and listened as the tv host talked about the big news: war was almost over. A meeting was to be held in a week's time. At last. The Army was leaving the battlefield. Soldiers were going back home.
-..-..-..-..-..-
A tall, muscular, japanese guy in his mid-twenties was packing up his belongings. His blue-green eyes showed barely any emotion at all, but deep inside his soul was a turmoil. Aoshi - this guy - knew he had no family to go back to. But he also felt that something was missing. He found it strange not to remember what exactly he had done during a few months before war. Sure, he remembered his old routine: getting up, training, eating, reading and then... blank. He couldn't understand why several nights were a black spot in his memory to him. Anyway, he decided to let it be. He would just remember... some day.
Although Aoshi had volunteered to participate, he was glad there was no need to keep on fighting the way he and his comrades had for the last few weeks. After all, some of his partners were killed and, let's get real, he was almost killed as well. As for now, he had his left arm bandaged all the way from his shoulder to the wrist and he was not too happy about it.
He bent to collect some papers that were scattered over the floor with his good arm. While doing that, the silver necklace that he had around his neck and under his t-shirt came up to touch his chin. Aoshi straightened himself and held the pendant in his hand. He couldn't remember when he bought it, or who gave it to him, for that matter. That was strange, but Aoshi decided to leave it like that. If he had kept the necklace with him all the time, he would continue doing it until he found the answer.
He then grabbed his trunk and backpack and left the tent where he had spent the night. Other soldiers did the same. They were leaving.
-..-..-..-..-..-
Misao used to practice marcial arts at a training hall some minutes away from her parents' house. She used to go twice a week, for a couple of hours, just for the fun of it. But, she realized, she would have to drop the habit for the moment.
Therefore, she decided to go back to the training hall and collect some clothes and stuff she had left there. Maybe she would be able to practice somewhere else. Actually, she was kind of looking forward to it, but she'd think about it later.
-..-..-..-..-..-
After driving for some hours, she arrived at her destination. She got out of the car and inside the building.
"Good morning, Misao..!"
Misao turned around to see her kempo instructor smiling at her.
"Good morning. How are you doing?"
"I'm pretty fine, thank you. What brings you here? You're not supposed to come until the day after tomorrow."
"I... need to collect some of my stuff from my locker."
"I see. If that's so, come, I'll give you the key you wanted me to keep."
"Thank you."
They walked towards an office, where some paperwork and other stuff was kept. Misao's instructor opened a cupboard and took out a box. In it he searched for a special key, which had Misao's name.
"Here you are, Misao."
"Thanks."
"I need to go back to my class. I hope to hear from you soon."
"Sure. Goodbye."
And Misao turned around and went towards the locker room.
'Oh, I forgot to ask Misao about Aoshi. I haven't heard of him since he told me he'd be going to participate in the Army. Oh well, I guess I'll ask her once she comes back again for her classes.' The instructor thought, not even realizing Misao wouldn't be going back to that place anytime soon.
Misao found her own cabinet and opened it. There was a book, a bag containing some training clothes, a notebook, a pencilbox, and some make- up. There were also some things stuck to the inside of the locker's door.
Misao emptied her locker and placed all her stuff in her bag for 'later examination'. She then said goodbye to her old training hall and left.
-..-..-..-..-..-
Once she arrived home (her new one for that matter), she had a shower and slipped into her pjs. She went to bed, carrying with her the things she collected from her locker in the training hall.
She grabbed her notebook, where she used to write about anything that crossed her mind in the moment. After a few minutes of reading, she found something interesting...
"I saw him again this afternoon. I know I haven't written about him here (the real large notes that I did write are in my other notebook, at home), but I guess I don't have to describe him once more. All I need to say is: oh.my.gosh. Anyway, back to the real thing. I managed to hear him say he would be training here for a while. He fights with two kodachi. That's cool. He also practices kempo and, believe me, his movements are really smooth *_*.
Okay, enough of my drooling, I need to have a quick shower and get home. After all, I'm going to see him regularly since he already decided to stay here (yay!)."
Misao turned over the page and continued reading. The following entry had been written two weeks after the previous one.
"He seemed distant at first, but somehow he started to open up a bit and we ended up talking a lot to each other and going out from time to time. I like spending my free time with him, we have some things in common. The important thing: we enjoy our time together.
He asked me out today. It's not really a date, ... uhm, okay, maybe it is but... I dunno, we're going to have an ice-cream and then we'll go to a nearby park and spar for a while. I'm terribly looking forward to it..! ¬¬ I sound like a stupid teenager..."
Then Misao turned over the page once more, but there was no message this time. There were some drawings and a couple of sakura petals.
One drawing showed a guy apparently training. All that could be seen was his side. He held a sword in his hand. Over one of the guy's legs, it read "Misao, August 16", so she figured out this drawing was really hers. It looked like a draft to her, it had been done quickly and in pencil.
Misao took the other piece of paper and read the line: "To the perky kunoichi (1) wannabe. With much love, Aoshi." And just below it, a super- deformed Misao stood, in a battle stance, kunai (2) in hand.
At last some kind of clue... So she used to go to her marcial arts classes together with Aoshi... Then that could mean that what Misao had written in previous pages referred to none other than him.
She turned over the page again. An envelope. It read "Misao" and below she recognized her own handwriting; "found on my locker door", it said. She took out the piece of paper and began to read.
"Meet me at our usual spot in the park, at around five in the afternoon."
That's all that was written. Then, she noticed that she had written something down on the other page in her notebook:
"I went to the park today and met Aoshi..! You won't believe this, I almost fainted, it was so sweet! He was sitting against a tree trunk. We started chatting as usual but then he said he wanted to talk about something... He ended up saying he had a 'something' on me..! He added that as we were good friends, he didn't want to rush things. We ended up settling a 'friends with merits' relationship."
Then started some other drawings that had nothing to do with either Misao or Aoshi. Some pages ahead, there were some short notes written here and there:
"OMG. We got steady. He's so nice with me. I... kinda feel complete. I'm so happy..!"
"We're going out today, just after training. Ice-cream, yum!"
"A month! It's our one month anniversary..! Yay!"
"We were both chatting pretty fine, while walking around the mall. We spotted a really nice stand selling all kinds of stuff made of silver. He offered to buy me something. We ended up buying two twin silver necklaces to carry with us everytime, and to remember us by."
"He said he has something important to tell me... I wonder what it is. It doesn't sound good at all."
The notes ended there. The rest of the notebook pages had been left unwritten. And Misao noticed the date of the last note was that of the day she got her memory erased.
Her head ached. She needed a glass of water. She got some clues as to who this guy was, and concluded that the sole reason why her parents made her forget about him was because he was going to get in the Army. But that's a stupid reason...
After drinking some water, she went directly to sleep, previously leaving the stuff scattered around her bed in a neat pile on a table.
She'll need to find Aoshi. How? She'd ask her kempo instructor. Then, the real search would begin.
-..-..-..-..-..-
"Hey, ice-man..!"
Aoshi turned. Other soldiers were signalling for him to join them in the conversation.
"Have anyone to go back to? Back home?"
"Not really. But I'm used to it."
"You know, you never really talked to us about yourself. Maybe that's why we started calling you 'ice-man'... Open up, buddy. Might do you some good."
"I'd tell you if I knew."
"What do you mean?"
"All I can remember is my old rutine while at home, by myself. Something's missing."
"Must've been the blow to the head you received some weeks ago, man."
"Maybe."
"Anyway, when we get home, we're going to celebrate. Wanna come?"
"I'll think about it."
-..-..-..-..-..-
Misao woke up at around ten in the morning. She decided she would have to start working unless she wanted to go back to her family. Money was running short. And fast.
So, Misao concluded, she'll go back to her hometown. Enough of her little trip. She'll rent some apartment and apply for some job there.
She spent the rest of the day putting everything in order, packing. Then, she placed everything in her car and went to sleep. The following morning, she woke up early and left the place, previously paying the apartment owner for her stay.
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A/N: Me again! o_O So, what do think? Is it ok?
(1) kunoichi = female ninja
(2) kunai = Misao's weapons; they look like daggers; she uses them as flying knives.
Uhm, is it "kempo" or "kenpo"? I wrote it with "m" but please do correct me if I'm wrong. And, yeah, as nouns in japanese do not have number, I won't be adding any "s" to any of them (for example: I wrote "two kodachi"... see? No "s" there, but it's plural nonetheless).
And another one of my "I'm sorry notes": I know these chapters are not that long, but I need ideas *hint hint* [you know you want to! ^_^]. So, I'll try to work on that... eventually.
Oh, and I need some kind of help here. I don't seem to be able to write in italics, or underline words, or apply any kind of format to my document. I tried with the first chap, but that stuff didn't appear in the uploaded version. Anyway, if anyone actually *understood* what I have just said and knows how to fix this, please tell me..! ^_^
Anyone out there willing to review? *hint hint* Come on! Tell me if this is really worth it. Please? Pretty, please? With ice cream on top, pleeeeasee?? ^_^
And now... *music plays for no apparent reason* dun dun dunnn!! Review responses!
Lil'Lady - Thanks for reviewing..! And, as you'll see some time later, I chose to make it an AxM. I considered what you said about writing it in a way readers could picture the guy they wanted, but... I guess I'm just plain lazy to make it that way. Thanks again! ^_^
Girl-who-sings-the-blues - Yay..! You reviewed! Thanks a bunch! I'm glad you think last chap enlightened things a bit... I know sometimes things may sound weird but... err... that's me, I guess ^_^ As for a chap in Aoshi's POV... I guess I'm not ready yet. But! I may come out with something like that some time later, when I include some humor (should I?). I hope to hear from you soon! ^_^
Flopi - Thanks! No esperaba engancharme tanto con esto, pero ahora me re emocioné. Estoy esperando que pasen las pruebas, así me dedico de lleno a escribir..! Me encanta! Cualquier cosita que necesites saber de los personajes, sabés que me lo podés preguntar tranquilamente, aunque espero dejarlo lo más claro posible en la historia. Espero otro review tuyo..! Chuicks! ^_^
Some more notes and review responses in the end. So, R&R please!
Disclaimer: Hmm... Kenshin's not mine. On the other hand, Aoshi--- *sees lawyers and smiles innocently* Oh, okay! *frowns* So I don't own anybody from the RK cast. Wahh! *runs and cries rivers over the corner*
-..-..-..-..-..-
**Previously...**
"Just how much did you take away from me?"
"I'm sorry. We won't tell."
"I guess that's all you two can do, isn't it? You keep deciding for me without consulting. You keep secrets from me, as well. How lovely."
Then, Misao turned and opened the front door.
"Misao! Where are you going??!"
"Hmm, I dunno... I guess I can't *remember*." And she slammed the door shut behind her.
-..-..-..-..-..-
Absence in the heart - Chapter 3
-..-..-..-..-..-
Misao got in her car, started the engine and drove away. She spent the whole night driving, ocassionally stopping to get something to eat, or to get more gasoline.
Her parents didn't stop her. How could they stop a 24-year-old girl from doing what she wanted to do? They thought she would be coming back, anyway. However, that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.
She drove towards nowhere in particular, she just wanted to get as far away from home as she could without so much as looking back.
But the truth was, she was now alone. She had nobody to go to. But... she would move on. And it was final.
Hours later, she found a decent hotel to spend the night at. And, although she had not been able to sleep a wink, she could, at least, get some rest.
She checked out at around 11 am and continued driving. As hours rolled by, buildings started to appear in the distance. Another city. Misao decided to settle there for some days and think things over.
She rented an apartment for a couple of days. It was not huge, but spacious enough for her. Once she put her things in order, she turned on the tv.
War. Every single news program mentioned it. Misao found herself strangely attracted to the piece of news. She wondered why.
As days went by, she bought newspapers to get as informed as she could about war. Maybe she did want something to get busy with. Maybe she just needed something to do other than think about her life as it was at the moment.
A week after her arrival, she remembered she had kept those semi-burnt pages from her notebook, together with her mother's journal and a silver necklace. Although she had been putting off the time when she knew she would have to look at those things and try to remember stuff that she might not want to, this day she put everything over a table and tried to make some kind of connection.
She started with her notebook. She opened it and read the first page. She remembered the day she wrote that page. University. Her first day there. Six years ago. She was all excited over nothing. She was nervous and eager at the same time. She searched for the second page, among the ones that were burnt. She found it. Her handwriting was barely readable, consequently, she wasn't able to understand completly what was written there. She spotted some little drawings over one corner of the page, but nothing more. She scanned the other pages, but couldn't make out complete lines. Not even key words. Almost everything was ruined.
All in all, the only things she had left was 'half' a notebook, her mother's journal, and a necklace. But not a single bit of memory back. She felt frustrated. She wouldn't be getting any solution at this rate.
But the words written in her mother's diary still plagued her mind. For some strange reason, the name Aoshi felt familiar.
'My lovelife...' Misao thought. 'This Aoshi may be related to it. Apparently, he gave me this necklace. But why?'
Sighing, she decided to call it a night and go to sleep.
-..-..-..-..-..-
The next day, Misao turned on the tv once more and listened as the tv host talked about the big news: war was almost over. A meeting was to be held in a week's time. At last. The Army was leaving the battlefield. Soldiers were going back home.
-..-..-..-..-..-
A tall, muscular, japanese guy in his mid-twenties was packing up his belongings. His blue-green eyes showed barely any emotion at all, but deep inside his soul was a turmoil. Aoshi - this guy - knew he had no family to go back to. But he also felt that something was missing. He found it strange not to remember what exactly he had done during a few months before war. Sure, he remembered his old routine: getting up, training, eating, reading and then... blank. He couldn't understand why several nights were a black spot in his memory to him. Anyway, he decided to let it be. He would just remember... some day.
Although Aoshi had volunteered to participate, he was glad there was no need to keep on fighting the way he and his comrades had for the last few weeks. After all, some of his partners were killed and, let's get real, he was almost killed as well. As for now, he had his left arm bandaged all the way from his shoulder to the wrist and he was not too happy about it.
He bent to collect some papers that were scattered over the floor with his good arm. While doing that, the silver necklace that he had around his neck and under his t-shirt came up to touch his chin. Aoshi straightened himself and held the pendant in his hand. He couldn't remember when he bought it, or who gave it to him, for that matter. That was strange, but Aoshi decided to leave it like that. If he had kept the necklace with him all the time, he would continue doing it until he found the answer.
He then grabbed his trunk and backpack and left the tent where he had spent the night. Other soldiers did the same. They were leaving.
-..-..-..-..-..-
Misao used to practice marcial arts at a training hall some minutes away from her parents' house. She used to go twice a week, for a couple of hours, just for the fun of it. But, she realized, she would have to drop the habit for the moment.
Therefore, she decided to go back to the training hall and collect some clothes and stuff she had left there. Maybe she would be able to practice somewhere else. Actually, she was kind of looking forward to it, but she'd think about it later.
-..-..-..-..-..-
After driving for some hours, she arrived at her destination. She got out of the car and inside the building.
"Good morning, Misao..!"
Misao turned around to see her kempo instructor smiling at her.
"Good morning. How are you doing?"
"I'm pretty fine, thank you. What brings you here? You're not supposed to come until the day after tomorrow."
"I... need to collect some of my stuff from my locker."
"I see. If that's so, come, I'll give you the key you wanted me to keep."
"Thank you."
They walked towards an office, where some paperwork and other stuff was kept. Misao's instructor opened a cupboard and took out a box. In it he searched for a special key, which had Misao's name.
"Here you are, Misao."
"Thanks."
"I need to go back to my class. I hope to hear from you soon."
"Sure. Goodbye."
And Misao turned around and went towards the locker room.
'Oh, I forgot to ask Misao about Aoshi. I haven't heard of him since he told me he'd be going to participate in the Army. Oh well, I guess I'll ask her once she comes back again for her classes.' The instructor thought, not even realizing Misao wouldn't be going back to that place anytime soon.
Misao found her own cabinet and opened it. There was a book, a bag containing some training clothes, a notebook, a pencilbox, and some make- up. There were also some things stuck to the inside of the locker's door.
Misao emptied her locker and placed all her stuff in her bag for 'later examination'. She then said goodbye to her old training hall and left.
-..-..-..-..-..-
Once she arrived home (her new one for that matter), she had a shower and slipped into her pjs. She went to bed, carrying with her the things she collected from her locker in the training hall.
She grabbed her notebook, where she used to write about anything that crossed her mind in the moment. After a few minutes of reading, she found something interesting...
"I saw him again this afternoon. I know I haven't written about him here (the real large notes that I did write are in my other notebook, at home), but I guess I don't have to describe him once more. All I need to say is: oh.my.gosh. Anyway, back to the real thing. I managed to hear him say he would be training here for a while. He fights with two kodachi. That's cool. He also practices kempo and, believe me, his movements are really smooth *_*.
Okay, enough of my drooling, I need to have a quick shower and get home. After all, I'm going to see him regularly since he already decided to stay here (yay!)."
Misao turned over the page and continued reading. The following entry had been written two weeks after the previous one.
"He seemed distant at first, but somehow he started to open up a bit and we ended up talking a lot to each other and going out from time to time. I like spending my free time with him, we have some things in common. The important thing: we enjoy our time together.
He asked me out today. It's not really a date, ... uhm, okay, maybe it is but... I dunno, we're going to have an ice-cream and then we'll go to a nearby park and spar for a while. I'm terribly looking forward to it..! ¬¬ I sound like a stupid teenager..."
Then Misao turned over the page once more, but there was no message this time. There were some drawings and a couple of sakura petals.
One drawing showed a guy apparently training. All that could be seen was his side. He held a sword in his hand. Over one of the guy's legs, it read "Misao, August 16", so she figured out this drawing was really hers. It looked like a draft to her, it had been done quickly and in pencil.
Misao took the other piece of paper and read the line: "To the perky kunoichi (1) wannabe. With much love, Aoshi." And just below it, a super- deformed Misao stood, in a battle stance, kunai (2) in hand.
At last some kind of clue... So she used to go to her marcial arts classes together with Aoshi... Then that could mean that what Misao had written in previous pages referred to none other than him.
She turned over the page again. An envelope. It read "Misao" and below she recognized her own handwriting; "found on my locker door", it said. She took out the piece of paper and began to read.
"Meet me at our usual spot in the park, at around five in the afternoon."
That's all that was written. Then, she noticed that she had written something down on the other page in her notebook:
"I went to the park today and met Aoshi..! You won't believe this, I almost fainted, it was so sweet! He was sitting against a tree trunk. We started chatting as usual but then he said he wanted to talk about something... He ended up saying he had a 'something' on me..! He added that as we were good friends, he didn't want to rush things. We ended up settling a 'friends with merits' relationship."
Then started some other drawings that had nothing to do with either Misao or Aoshi. Some pages ahead, there were some short notes written here and there:
"OMG. We got steady. He's so nice with me. I... kinda feel complete. I'm so happy..!"
"We're going out today, just after training. Ice-cream, yum!"
"A month! It's our one month anniversary..! Yay!"
"We were both chatting pretty fine, while walking around the mall. We spotted a really nice stand selling all kinds of stuff made of silver. He offered to buy me something. We ended up buying two twin silver necklaces to carry with us everytime, and to remember us by."
"He said he has something important to tell me... I wonder what it is. It doesn't sound good at all."
The notes ended there. The rest of the notebook pages had been left unwritten. And Misao noticed the date of the last note was that of the day she got her memory erased.
Her head ached. She needed a glass of water. She got some clues as to who this guy was, and concluded that the sole reason why her parents made her forget about him was because he was going to get in the Army. But that's a stupid reason...
After drinking some water, she went directly to sleep, previously leaving the stuff scattered around her bed in a neat pile on a table.
She'll need to find Aoshi. How? She'd ask her kempo instructor. Then, the real search would begin.
-..-..-..-..-..-
"Hey, ice-man..!"
Aoshi turned. Other soldiers were signalling for him to join them in the conversation.
"Have anyone to go back to? Back home?"
"Not really. But I'm used to it."
"You know, you never really talked to us about yourself. Maybe that's why we started calling you 'ice-man'... Open up, buddy. Might do you some good."
"I'd tell you if I knew."
"What do you mean?"
"All I can remember is my old rutine while at home, by myself. Something's missing."
"Must've been the blow to the head you received some weeks ago, man."
"Maybe."
"Anyway, when we get home, we're going to celebrate. Wanna come?"
"I'll think about it."
-..-..-..-..-..-
Misao woke up at around ten in the morning. She decided she would have to start working unless she wanted to go back to her family. Money was running short. And fast.
So, Misao concluded, she'll go back to her hometown. Enough of her little trip. She'll rent some apartment and apply for some job there.
She spent the rest of the day putting everything in order, packing. Then, she placed everything in her car and went to sleep. The following morning, she woke up early and left the place, previously paying the apartment owner for her stay.
-..-..-..-..-..-
A/N: Me again! o_O So, what do think? Is it ok?
(1) kunoichi = female ninja
(2) kunai = Misao's weapons; they look like daggers; she uses them as flying knives.
Uhm, is it "kempo" or "kenpo"? I wrote it with "m" but please do correct me if I'm wrong. And, yeah, as nouns in japanese do not have number, I won't be adding any "s" to any of them (for example: I wrote "two kodachi"... see? No "s" there, but it's plural nonetheless).
And another one of my "I'm sorry notes": I know these chapters are not that long, but I need ideas *hint hint* [you know you want to! ^_^]. So, I'll try to work on that... eventually.
Oh, and I need some kind of help here. I don't seem to be able to write in italics, or underline words, or apply any kind of format to my document. I tried with the first chap, but that stuff didn't appear in the uploaded version. Anyway, if anyone actually *understood* what I have just said and knows how to fix this, please tell me..! ^_^
Anyone out there willing to review? *hint hint* Come on! Tell me if this is really worth it. Please? Pretty, please? With ice cream on top, pleeeeasee?? ^_^
And now... *music plays for no apparent reason* dun dun dunnn!! Review responses!
Lil'Lady - Thanks for reviewing..! And, as you'll see some time later, I chose to make it an AxM. I considered what you said about writing it in a way readers could picture the guy they wanted, but... I guess I'm just plain lazy to make it that way. Thanks again! ^_^
Girl-who-sings-the-blues - Yay..! You reviewed! Thanks a bunch! I'm glad you think last chap enlightened things a bit... I know sometimes things may sound weird but... err... that's me, I guess ^_^ As for a chap in Aoshi's POV... I guess I'm not ready yet. But! I may come out with something like that some time later, when I include some humor (should I?). I hope to hear from you soon! ^_^
Flopi - Thanks! No esperaba engancharme tanto con esto, pero ahora me re emocioné. Estoy esperando que pasen las pruebas, así me dedico de lleno a escribir..! Me encanta! Cualquier cosita que necesites saber de los personajes, sabés que me lo podés preguntar tranquilamente, aunque espero dejarlo lo más claro posible en la historia. Espero otro review tuyo..! Chuicks! ^_^