"Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open." – Alexander Graham Bell
Jasmine: Okay, I blame you all for this. This fic was ORIGINALLY supposed to be a one-shot. NOW look at what you've made me do! It's going to be like…a THREE-shot thanks to you guys! And when I'm done my OTHER Saito/Misao fic, I'll have to go back to this and turn it into a REAL ficcie…with ACTUAL full-length chappies! Grr…
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Her Guardian Wolf - Chapter Two: UnlovedMisao's POV
I slowly trudged along the muddy road with my head bent in sorrow and my hands firmly clenched at my sides, inwardly fighting to keep control of the tears that threatened to overwhelm my entire being. The night was pitch-black and devoid of the hoary full-moon that had glowed brightly in full splendor merely days before; I couldn't see where I was going, but I didn't really care…the sting of rejection was still fresh and nothing else seemed to matter now except my Aoshi-sama.
Shinomori Aoshi, ex-Okashira of the Oniwabanshu, sexy ninja man-meat, and an altogether icy, cold, frigid person, was – and still is – the love of my life. Where would I be without him? Dead, probably…unable to live…
I'd feel like I feel now. Wretched. Unloved. Unwanted.
Just a little girl…nothing more…A strange sensation at the very edge of my consciousness immediately caused me to stiffen up in full alert. There was someone lurking behind me and I could feel them near, even though they had sufficiently suppressed their ki enough to make themselves nearly invisible. I'm not a trained shinobi for nothing, after all.
I spun on my heel, kunai instantly at the ready. "Who's there? Show yourself, dammit!" I deemed it foolish yelling into the seemingly empty night air like that, but Jiya always said that it was better to be safe than sorry…
The person – no, man – ambled unhesitatingly from the shadows, blew a stream of smoke into the air, and smirked at me. He didn't try to threaten me with words, didn't try to threaten me with his fists, didn't even look threatening: the bastard just smirked!
Sudden acknowledgement triggered me to back up a few steps in surprise. Why was he here, of all places?
"S-Saito…?"
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There. Hmph. I know it's short, but don't forget what I said earlier…ANYways, if ya'want me to continue, just tell me. REMEMBER…a THREE-SHOT…NO MORE! (Unless, of course…you threaten me, or plead with me, or just plain ASK me for more…) Grr. I crumble too easily, dammit…
"People only have hope…because they cannot see Death standing behind them…"