I do not own any characters in 'Gasaraki' nor do I own any rights to the poem 'The Highway Man'
Authors Notes: I just recently realized that the characters in the poem "The Highway Man" are quite similar to the ones in Gasaraki, in that they have a love that is laced with danger. If you want to read the poem it's here in its entirety.
http: if anyone can tell me what happens in volumes 7-8, that would be kindly appreciated. My local video store has yet to get the other two volumes in stock. So I thought what a good idea I'm gonna write a song/poem fic about it. And here you go. Enjoy.
The Highway Man
They had meet when Yushiro, weary from his long days traveling settled in at a local inn. There he saw the beauty that would take his life. Miharu, the landlord's daughter, her hair was long and full, the colour of moss on a warm summer day, her eyes though, in cased in a youthful face, spoke of deep knowledge. Yushiro was entranced.
"Sir?" Miharu addressed the man who had been staring intently at her for an hour now. He had not answered the other maids who worked at the inn bar when they came to ask him for his order. Finally they had dragged her from behind the counter to serve him; it seemed he would only address her. "Sir, you've been here an hour now…would you like some of the soup and a warm loaf?"
Yushiro turned his focused eyes to Miharu's lips. They seemed to be moving but yet he could not register what she was telling him. All he could do was whisper 'beautiful' and reach out to touch her face.
Miharu was shocked. He was no more then inches from her face and he was caressing it like she was some sort of fine porcelain and he had said 'beautiful' just before. Was he so attracted to her that he forgot everything? No, that was foolishness. He was just a lonely traveler who had been a long time away from women and was finding any female form attractive. She removed his hand from her face and said "I guess you'll be having the soup. I'll be right back sir."
Yushiro sat back as he watched her retreating form. What an ass! He thought, I just meet the woman and all I do is grab her face like a sex starved maniac.
"Father?" Miharu, after getting the meal ready for the strange traveler was faced with her father Won standing forcefully in the entrance.
"That traveller, what did he say to you?"
"N-nothing. He…" Miharu would have told her father what he had said but she knew that it would have infuriated him to no end. He never approved of the men that came to stay at the inn. He called them vagabonds, not worth the skin they resided in.
"I have heard the red coats have been looking for a man on the run. And it seems to me that that is the man."
Miharu smiled she knew her father well, the only reason he felt that this man was a danger was the fact that he show interest in her. "No father, you're just paranoid. The red coats check this inn once a week. If that man was really the one they were hunting he would never have stayed here." She smiled softly and slid past him out into the loud and smoke filled room.
"Sir your meal." Miharu placed the dishes on the table in font of the young man. He still watched her intently but did not make another attempt to touch her. Miharu had to admit to herself that the man was quiet handsome. His light brown hair was cut into a shaggy mop atop his head, but the mess seemed to give him character. And his eyes, they seemed to bore into hers. There was something magnetic to them, and Miharu could not help but be attracted to them.
"Miss"
Miharu looked up, he had spoken.
"Miss please sit with me. It has been a long time since I have been in the company of a beautiful woman, and I would like to hear of what has been happening since I began my travels."
Miharu not too surprised that he would wish that stood up tall and placing her hands on her hips and said "Sir if you wish the 'company' of a woman those type can be found outside the inn, I'm not one of them." And turned to leave.
Yushiro realising his mistake stood up also and reach out for her. "Wait! No - I didn't mean that! Please. Miss, my name is Yushiro, please, sit, and talk with me."
Miharu stopped and turned slowly, she met his eyes and saw the sincerity there. She sighed and moved to sit brushing her bangs from her eyes, Yushiro did the same. There they sat not a word between them until 'they' came.
