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Three years have passed:
"Hey you! Wearing a sword in public is against the law!" A policeman shouted at a young man wearing a threadbare blue kimono. "Uh oh..." the man thought as he slowly turned to face the policeman. "Yes officer?" He asked innocently with a smile, looking as though he were only noticing the policeman who was screaming at him earlier. "Boy, do you not know that the Meiji government outlawed swords years ago? Come on, I'm taking you to the station." Said the irritable policeman. "Ah, if you wish, officer, you make confiscate my blade, but I have urgent business to attend to and I am pressed for time." Came his curt reply, unfastening the wakazashi from his belt with his smile still present. "Are you mocking me, boy?" The officer said, his eyes narrowing to the man in front of him. "Ara?" Soujirou replied a confused look on his face. "Ara? What kind of womanly man are you, using terms such as that! You're going to the station now!" He said sternly, dragging the now fully addled youth away.
However...
"I am truly sorry, but I have to go now. You can take the coat, Ok? Ok. Thank you, bye-bye." A cheery voice said. The policeman turned to see that he was holding an empty jacket. "Hey?!" The policeman yelled, throwing the kimono to the ground. "Stop that man!" The officer yelled, blowing his whistle. "Ah. So much fuss for one little sword..." The young man thought as he ran through the crowds...
"Geez. I'm a little late. I hope Aoshi-sama doesn't mind." A hurried Makimachi Misao mused as she walked briskly toward the temple the stoic Okashira meditated in. "Well, better late than never." She said to herself. She turned the intersection, humming a cheerful tune.
"I think I lost him." Soujirou said as he turned a corner and looked behind him. He was so absorbed with losing the policeman that he failed to notice that there was another person crossing his path.
"Ara?!"
"HEY!!!"
A flash of white, blue and dull green tea exploded in the small crossroads as the two people crashed into each other. "Oops." The boy said, staring at the mess he had created. The teapot was in pieces on the floor, and the tray was nowhere to be seen. However, this was nothing compared to the sight before him. "That...was...really...hot..." Misao said slowly, the steaming tea spilling all over her shirt.
Then she exploded. "YOU CREEP! Why don't you watch where you're going! I could have been killed because of you running around like a monkey with it's tail on fire! And what the hell's up with 'Ara' anyway? Are you some sort of wuss?!" she screamed into the poor boy's ears. "Uh, gomen-nasai?" a small voice came out of his throat. "That's it?! A wimpy sorry?! Why I ought a'. " she began to rant.
Of course Soujirou (if you hadn't figured it by now, here's a clue.) didn't really mean to bump into her. Nor his wimpy voice. Nor did he mean to spill the tea over Misao's light house shirt. Nor did he mean for the wet material to take shape of Misao's...err... body. And he certainly didn't mean to stare at her perfectly shaped "figure" going up and down, side to side almost hypnotically as the little firebrand raged on animatedly. Damn, with a mental picture like that, I might as well tell you that the past three years have been very good for the kunoichi's 'development'.
"HEY! Are you even listening to me?" the female ninja in question shouted. She started to notice however, where Soujirou's line of sight were pointing towards. "YOU PERV!" she yelled.
"Kansatsu Tobikunai!"
The glint of metal instantly snapped Soujirou out of his stupor. Quickly reacting to the upcoming shuriken, he used his blinding speed to back away a few feet. Unfortunately, Misao had the most unfortunate luck as to blink, only seeing the Tenken magically sidestep her knives. "What the?!" Misao thought out loud. "I'm sorry for all the inconvenience I have brought upon you, ma'am. Good day." A sincere yet still childish smile played upon Soujirou's lips as he bowed, and went his way.
"Freaky..." was all Misao could say as the man once again receded into the crossroads. But of course, she had more pressing matters to attend to."...Oh no. Aoshi-sama's tea!"
Notes:
There. Done. First chapter. You know what to do now. To get next chapter, put bar on Submit Review and click Go. To make author happy, put bar on any "add to" selections and press go. To not get author pissed off, do not select Report possible Abuse. Do not click go. Do not collect 200 dollars. All right. Soujirou rocks-End
-FPotM
Three years have passed:
"Hey you! Wearing a sword in public is against the law!" A policeman shouted at a young man wearing a threadbare blue kimono. "Uh oh..." the man thought as he slowly turned to face the policeman. "Yes officer?" He asked innocently with a smile, looking as though he were only noticing the policeman who was screaming at him earlier. "Boy, do you not know that the Meiji government outlawed swords years ago? Come on, I'm taking you to the station." Said the irritable policeman. "Ah, if you wish, officer, you make confiscate my blade, but I have urgent business to attend to and I am pressed for time." Came his curt reply, unfastening the wakazashi from his belt with his smile still present. "Are you mocking me, boy?" The officer said, his eyes narrowing to the man in front of him. "Ara?" Soujirou replied a confused look on his face. "Ara? What kind of womanly man are you, using terms such as that! You're going to the station now!" He said sternly, dragging the now fully addled youth away.
However...
"I am truly sorry, but I have to go now. You can take the coat, Ok? Ok. Thank you, bye-bye." A cheery voice said. The policeman turned to see that he was holding an empty jacket. "Hey?!" The policeman yelled, throwing the kimono to the ground. "Stop that man!" The officer yelled, blowing his whistle. "Ah. So much fuss for one little sword..." The young man thought as he ran through the crowds...
"Geez. I'm a little late. I hope Aoshi-sama doesn't mind." A hurried Makimachi Misao mused as she walked briskly toward the temple the stoic Okashira meditated in. "Well, better late than never." She said to herself. She turned the intersection, humming a cheerful tune.
"I think I lost him." Soujirou said as he turned a corner and looked behind him. He was so absorbed with losing the policeman that he failed to notice that there was another person crossing his path.
"Ara?!"
"HEY!!!"
A flash of white, blue and dull green tea exploded in the small crossroads as the two people crashed into each other. "Oops." The boy said, staring at the mess he had created. The teapot was in pieces on the floor, and the tray was nowhere to be seen. However, this was nothing compared to the sight before him. "That...was...really...hot..." Misao said slowly, the steaming tea spilling all over her shirt.
Then she exploded. "YOU CREEP! Why don't you watch where you're going! I could have been killed because of you running around like a monkey with it's tail on fire! And what the hell's up with 'Ara' anyway? Are you some sort of wuss?!" she screamed into the poor boy's ears. "Uh, gomen-nasai?" a small voice came out of his throat. "That's it?! A wimpy sorry?! Why I ought a'. " she began to rant.
Of course Soujirou (if you hadn't figured it by now, here's a clue.) didn't really mean to bump into her. Nor his wimpy voice. Nor did he mean to spill the tea over Misao's light house shirt. Nor did he mean for the wet material to take shape of Misao's...err... body. And he certainly didn't mean to stare at her perfectly shaped "figure" going up and down, side to side almost hypnotically as the little firebrand raged on animatedly. Damn, with a mental picture like that, I might as well tell you that the past three years have been very good for the kunoichi's 'development'.
"HEY! Are you even listening to me?" the female ninja in question shouted. She started to notice however, where Soujirou's line of sight were pointing towards. "YOU PERV!" she yelled.
"Kansatsu Tobikunai!"
The glint of metal instantly snapped Soujirou out of his stupor. Quickly reacting to the upcoming shuriken, he used his blinding speed to back away a few feet. Unfortunately, Misao had the most unfortunate luck as to blink, only seeing the Tenken magically sidestep her knives. "What the?!" Misao thought out loud. "I'm sorry for all the inconvenience I have brought upon you, ma'am. Good day." A sincere yet still childish smile played upon Soujirou's lips as he bowed, and went his way.
"Freaky..." was all Misao could say as the man once again receded into the crossroads. But of course, she had more pressing matters to attend to."...Oh no. Aoshi-sama's tea!"
Notes:
There. Done. First chapter. You know what to do now. To get next chapter, put bar on Submit Review and click Go. To make author happy, put bar on any "add to" selections and press go. To not get author pissed off, do not select Report possible Abuse. Do not click go. Do not collect 200 dollars. All right. Soujirou rocks-End
-FPotM
