The Path To Euphoria
Chapter 5- For My Angel
By Misao's Angel
A sunny morning to the eyes of the rest of Japan's inhibitors, but to Misao and Soujiro, it was a day of a euphoric embarrassment. Soujiro was smiling, but that day it was more than a curving of his lips. That day it was the aftermath of a requited love, as the taste of his love's breakfast lingered in his mouth. That day his smile was triumphant- he mended the shattered heart of his angel, and stole it just after. But more than this that day was the first day Soujiro new a true euphoric happiness.
The night before was the apex of the frigid winter's wrath- Misao's bare arms succumbing to the cold as they shiver violently in a failed attempt to gain warmth. Soujiro knew he was at fault for this; he wished to escape the town as soon as possible, even if it meant weaving through a large, dangerous forest on a winter night. Misao agreed silently, not knowing how to reply to her best friend's earlier confession. Did she love him? How could she decide? She had forgotten the feeling of love since her heart had been ripped from its rightful place in her chest just a few days before. Aoshi-sama… eight years of undying love to be destroyed in less than a moment by one ungratefull woman… No this isn't her fault. Misao didn't blame her for falling in love. She knew that the true reason Aoshi found happiness in someone else was none other than her own. She wasn't good enough for him. She was just an immature little girl wishing so despratly for something that was too far out of her reach. But it still hurt…
Or did it?
How could she still be selfish enough to feel pain? Even after someone who felt the same way about her never said a word? How dare she complain about something she was doing to someone else? But she couldn't lie to herself… she can't pretend to love someone she didn't- that would hurt him even more. But when she thought of the word love… who's face was it that appeared in her mind now? Three days ago the answer was subconscious. But now… now she wasn't so sure. Was he tall and handsome, eyes a beautiful, yet dangerous shade of ice blue?
Or was he a bit shorter, handsome all the same but not complete without that kind smile on his almost innocent face?
Would she ever want to see that smile leave?
Who was the one who left her with a lonely pain for eight years, always yearning to she his face, and when she did, after all that waiting… Did nothing but tell her to go away?
And who was the one that brought back her smile, was there for her since the day they met… and…
Who was the one who confessed his love just now?
Was the one she loved… Soujiro?
What if she was wrong? What if she confessed a false love…
But is she wrong? Is she?
No.
"Souji-kun… I love you too."
Misao was eagerly waiting to hear the next destination of there journey- were they going to Tokyo to visit Himura and the others? Or maybe They would visit Okinawa… or Kyushu… or maybe even Hokkaido? Misao desperately wanted to ask her love, but every time she turned his way his head would twitch in embarrassment. Now she knew- just by watching his shy, red face- this was the right choice.
"Sou-chan?"
Once again Soujiro twitched, but at least he replied…
"Hai, Tenshi?" (Yes, Angel?)
"Where are we going?"
"Well, where do you want to go?"
"hmm… I think I want to visit the rurouni that started it all. I want to thank him."
"To Tokyo then."
Alrighty then! This chapter has been COMPLETELY redone! I think for the better, but to each his/her own. Please review how you like the changes- I reread the last version and HATED it! I think I'm gonna revise all my stories/chapters… Maybe I'll like them more…