Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin is copyrighted by their respective owners, of which I am not one.

NOTE: This is on Misao's Point of View also, so…and also be ready to read some SERIOUS case of anguish. Like I said, I picked the best rating and for those who are in their minor teens, it's good for you to know that THIS actually happen everyday. Alright, now to the story!

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My heart ached, a painful, heart wrenching ache that shook my entire body, or was it my sobs? I can't tell any more, I don't bother with it anymore...nothing is worth it anymore, I thought, maybe...just maybe, things were actually different this time, but I was wrong. I should have known, it was all too good to be true, his apologies, his smiles, his laughter, his kisses, his. Love. I felt the familiar tears sting in my eyes as I thought.

I laughed bitterly to myself as I watched everything play before me once more, he never loved me, and he only wanted me for what I was worth, as a woman, a pathetic woman whom was in love with him. Always, and forever, I was the woman whom he would always return to if he tire of the 'toys' he spend so much time with. I was the woman he would turn to for advices how to make-up with his 'toys' or as for advice what to buy them to make them happy, the happiness that I was suppose to have, a happiness that I, his wife, does not have. How is it that he could actually go that far? And seek comfort in other women, when it is suppose to be me, who was suppose to give him that comfort. It was always I that is always left alone, to rot, until he decides it's time to polish me back to 'perfection'.

Why? Why? Why? All these feelings, all this time, all for one moment, I risked everything, and gained just one moment, ONE moment, out of an eternity of hell.

I smiled bitterly at the mirror before myself, a hatred burn in my eyes as I gaze at the person before me. Though I am a gorgeous creature, he would not have known that, since he was too blinded by his 'toys' to even bother to observe me long enough to see it.

I slid my long pale willow like fingers along the smooth texture of the mirror before me; the mirror was long, and revealed to me, the exterior of my body...

My mid-night blue hair was as always, cut into a unique style where some hair that lead to the front, was cut cleanly to frame my thinned face that came over the years. My bangs were now a little bit longer, to hid my ocean green eyes, which held a sadness that will never be seen by any, not even HIM...the back portion of my hair was now as long as my knees, or is it half way down my calf. I don't know anymore.

As I studied myself, I noticed many changes indeed, my skin that was once nicely tanned, was now pearly white, not as a ghost, but more like a healthy pale, even though it wasn't true. Maybe not physically sick, but mentally, and emotionally...I was dead, by the sickness that claimed me ever since I laid my eyes on HIM.

I was taller now, not short and scrawny as before, no, I was now taller about 5'7 with curves that only a goddess would possess. My lithely toned body was craved by all, and for that, I was locked away, to rot, to never lay eyes on society for all of eternity, to stay here...in this paradise hell.

Serving HIM and his 'toys' every single day, when it is I who is his true WIFE, I am stuck here, watching, waiting, hoping for his affections, for his approval and realization of what he has done, but no. No, he never will, I notice it now, while I was being blinded by love, he was having fun manipulation me to what he wanted me to be. Here I am, being his 'puppet' his used up 'toy,' but unlike the other 'toys' of his, I am known as his 'favorite' for I have the 'honor' of always being here...in this prison. To wait on him, be with him, to see him, just to be near HIM!

I watched as he make love to his 'toys' in OUR bed, the same bed where he took away my innocence, my life, the same bed where I thought I would bear his children in. The same bed, that all my dreams were mostly developed in, now it's all gone...like reality that flows with time. I watch as he take them into the world of lies and deceit, with promises of ever-lasting love, and happiness, and declaration of undying love, and naughty sweet touches, touches I once cherished and loved.

I watched as they look at each other with that loving glow inside of their eyes, and more, all in front of me, and when they ask him who I am, he always answer -his beloved little sister- , sister...was that all I was? A little some one, whom will follow his every lead, his every way for everything. I watched as they stupidly believe him, and soon I in turn, got to see the very thing I love to watch most. That is to see -with some sadistic satisfaction- what their reaction will be as they watch him bed me in the same bed that held my dreams with him and where he stripped into nothing but the lustful women they really were.

The faces they make, the tears they poured out, the angry shouts and screams were all music to my ears, as he held me securely in his arms. Answering them with his all too emotionless voice laced with coldness that he only reserved for people he does no like or give any care for. I always watched in amusement on the bed, with the blanket covering me as they begged for him to take them back, or how they forcefully pull him out of the bed during the whole 'show' of theirs only to be slapped in the face and dismissed off handedly.

I always watched with a sarcastic face as they glared daggers at me, or how their face twisted up with rage and betrayal as they stared disbelievingly at me. I could only guess what they thought, when ever HE introduces us, I was always a sweet, lovingly polite girl, when I was sixteen that was my role in his schemes. As I grew older, I became his endeared sister, whom was perfect in every perspective; I had to be, since HE trained me to be nothing BUT perfection, even in acting, much like himself.

Thinking of the past now makes me ache more, the throbbing pain in my head increase more and more as I think, but it always brought a smile to my face when I recall how his 'toys' always looked at me with such admiration, awe, amazement, and respect or even nervousness. They were fools, as I was, to believe that man, to believe in his lies, to his deceitful ways, I must admit though, he was a great actor, and his eyes always seemed so alive, watching me with such love and intensity it made my heart burst with joy…always…indeed always...

When we got married, I've never seen such a face on him before, it was full of happiness...happier than the face that was than the one he made when I accepted his proposal. I didn't even think about the possibilities life and time would do to one of us. And in a way, they indeed did do something too, it changed him, no, it can't be him, he never changed, and he was being himself. I on the other hand had no idea to what he was, I always watched him, but unfortunately for me it wasn't what was the real him...but a mask.

A mask he used always when a woman -he deems worthy for his attention- comes along, what he saw in me was a total mystery though, when I first met him at the ripe age of 14, an age where I was really starting to become a woman. When I first met him, he was so mysterious...so different, I couldn't resist and be pulled to him, out of innocent curiosity that only a child would possess. I guess that was what attracted him to me as well. Curiosity. He was a cruelled, black hearted man, while I was a loving, kind-hearted young girl, we were the exact opposites and you know what they say about 'opposites attract.'

That time I wasn't ready for what he had to offer, at the age of 15, was his proposal, it was grand, where we went to a famous fancy restaurant, dancing underneath a chandelier, the same day of our anniversary, flowers, great food, and it was all too magical. Then came to the one thing I never thought I was able to have -a future- to be more specific, a future with HIM...a future that he promised 'will be the best.' I was still just a child, no wonder why he called me his sister. Then came to the ideal fairy-tale wedding of my dreams, where all our friends and family was invited. Where I wore a huge, beautiful dress and looked like a princess, and he my prince, in a beautiful garden was where our wedding was held at, the wonderful mind blowing party, indeed, it was all, indeed too good to be true...

I wonder though, sometimes...just what he really thought of me, as I stay home, cooking, looking after the home of ours, the mansion of broken dreams, and promises for the future, a place full of wonderful bittersweet memories. In halls of this so called house was cries of pain and torture, sobs of a broken heart, tears of a dead goddess, yes, indeed a goddess whom had lost her powers, a power to hold on to what she always held dear...

Here I sit and wait for his next 'toy' to come along, every single day, every single month it was a different one, soon it will be time to end things once more, the pleasure he offers me at the end was a tempting thing. The sweet gestures of his, the low seductive voice, his sly smiles of dirty thoughts, they were all the signs I needed to see, just to know what is to happen next.

There were no servants here; it was only he and I, in a secluded place, where I am trapped, where I am always to stay. This is my paradise prison, in this huge beautiful mansion lies, is where my body lies, while my spirit is no where to be seen...

My soul yearns to leave, my mind yells at me to abandon him, but my heart tells me different, always that one single thing that has the most effect on me. Tells me to stay, stay and wait. So, I stayed, staying true to my promise, the promise that I made to him when I married him, my promise of love and understanding for HIM, the promise where I will NOT leave him alone, where I will not abandon him in this world, so here I wait...but I am now tired. I'm tired; too tired for it all...I just want to leave.

My heart is heavy; my mind has lost its sanity long ago, while my soul was lost deep inside me, some how the word disappointment doesn't fit my situation. It's more than that, the burning feeling of hate, the heavy burden of anguish, all of it...I'm tired of it all.

I want to leave, all I have to do is walk; walk to my freedom, which is outside of this place, this remote mansion, but I could not, if there was one thing I have left, it was my honor, my pride as a human, as a woman, and as a wife, that people will never know of...

So here I am waiting, once more; waiting for him...waiting for the future I always dreamed of. I'm still waiting, but I'm sure I'll be able to get it one day, if not, then let it be because I was stubborn, and let it be because I know I was the one who was right in the end. I did not go against my promise to him; I kept it to the end...even when I draw my last breath. It will be finished. I will continue with this charade, this act he has let others believe to be true. I will keep at this, for my promise, the promise I gave him; my promise for eternity...

I gaze out the window to see his car now parked, as he stepped out, another woman walked out from the other side as well. She was beautiful, as the other many he has brought home before, she was tall because of her 5 inch heels, she was barely gladded in anything, but a white tube top with no straps, and tight leather mini skirt. She had waist length blond hair, fair skin, beautiful sea blue eyes which were huge with fascination and surprise. She was shaped beautifully like many others before. I sighed as I thought, 'another one...' I regained my fake yet very believable facade and walked downstairs, where the cycle will begin all over again...

In my mind though, was one word, as well as in my heart, that was forever carved into there, my soul, although it wished for freedom, and begged for the same thing I give HIM, it knew as well as I did, it was impossible, because I am bound; bound, by my own promise...'Promise…'

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The woman walked down the hall towards the huge doors that lead into the beautiful mansion, waiting for the door to open. A click was heard before another feminine giggle was heard, a woman with long blond hair that fell from her shoulders to her back soon entered. She was tall and very well shaped with an hour glass body that can make any man fall on their knees, with her milky white skin that seemed to almost glow. Her lips was different, with plum lipstick, her narrow eyes with the lightest of eyes, she was indeed beautiful, and another word for exotic herself. There she stood clad only in a skimpy mini skirt and tube top; she stared at awe in the house. She quickly turned her attention towards the other woman in front of her as she now observed her in return.

The other woman cleared her throat and spoke in her beautifully soft chime-like voice, "Welcome home...Aoshi-sama..."

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Author's Note: Hi there everyone! I'm very privileged by you reading my weird/unheard of story. Thanks so much, I have a sequel of this story, it will be done in Aoshi's point of view, so for those who want a sequel of this story and the reason to Aoshi's weirdness/playboy like attitude, then please review! I'll be happy to give you the sequel…I'm not picky, for those who don't like my story, then please, don't review, save us all the trouble of reading/typing something negative. For one thing it's just a waste of time, wouldn't you want to spend it with someone else who's more important to you than my 'stupid' story? For the second, be the better person…if you can.