Author's Note: Hi there, I wanted to thank those people who have reviewed, which is SeungLee, and charmedsword. I'm pretty sure they would want to know Aoshi's point of view now, and so as I've promised…hee hee, ironic. Like I said, as I've promised, here is the sequel. I hope you find your answers, and tell me what you think okay? Oh yes, another person I would also like to point out warrior blue, who has been kind enough to point out many of my mistakes, ummm. You can say I am rather stupid with English, because I'm pretty sure this sequel has a lot of mistakes as well…sorry. I tried to correct as many as possible, but if you still find those many errors. Please contact me once more and let me know! Thanks! Onwards to the story we've been waiting for!
Sequel: Promise 2
I did it again; I know what she is thinking as I watch as she does her usual greeting with perfection, grace and all, impressing my current 'toy,' -as I so call them- to shock. I watch her body movements, the way she compose herself, in a meek yet confident stance, her walk was graceful, purposeful and small, short yet elegant strides. I never tire of seeing her face, her body, and every little thing that she does, maybe that is why I keep her for so long. She always seems to impress me with the way she always keeps her sanity, while the others always break under the weakest events.
Maybe that is why I chose her, Misao, my Misao, to be my wife, her strength was indeed great, along with her endurance, and those are one of the many qualities that still amaze me till today. Not to mention how she keeps her strong facade up; I've had many women before, countless to be exact, but none of them was able to be a quarter like Misao. Then again, every thing with her was almost always possible, she was my miracle; she is my blessing, she was...no, IS my savior, I kept her for so long, I lost track of how long, to me, she was always there. She was always there with me in the beginning, to support me through every thing; I remember how I first met her as well.
She was cute, very cute indeed, with her modest dresses, natural make-up; or most the time she didn't put make up on at all, and always full of sunny smiles, humorous grins, and laughter that were always full of mirth. I loved every single thing about her, it was that energy, that warmth she emanated that attracted me to her maybe that is why, I kept her for longer than what I intended. I remembered the night I purposed to her, how her eyes lid up with a brightness of love that made me melt in on the spot, the warmth in her smile then, the happiness she emanated from her being was enough to make me burst with joy and more. I remembered how she whispered to me how much she loved me over the years; they never dimmed until I did what I did always...
I remember our dream like wedding; I remembered how much effort and money I put in there, just to make it every thing she dreamed of, romantic, classic, and full of elegance that will be found only in a dream. It was held at a romantic resort, where all our family and friends was to attend, I remembered when she first appeared before, the smile on her face, the white princess like dress, with the veil, make-up, every thing, it was all...perfect. 'She' in particular was perfection, to my eyes, I never saw another being such as her, and she was indeed the woman I've dreamed of having. I remembered how happy she looked that day, and was forever burned into my heart, my brain forever...
It all changed though, when I started what I did always, once more, I started being the womanizer that I was known to be, what she didn't know though was, I did it to support us. I did all of this to support us, the house, every thing here, I didn't tell her, and don't plan to, that these beautiful women, these 'toys' as I call them, actually don't mean anything to me. Sure they are good for a great lay, and hell, they are even better to show off at times, but still, it wasn't the same as with 'her'.
The woman of my dreams, Misao...how I can stand here and say the name over and over again, she doesn't know every time I fall a sleep next to those toys of mines in bed, after our session of love making, if that's what you call it, I always whispered her name before drifting off to sleep. It was always 'her' who haunts my dreams, her smiles, her laughter, her innocence, and her love, was what drove me on; it was every thing she was that makes me do this. I want a great life with her, but my job as a business man is not as great as it seemed, sure business is great it's just that I do not believe that everything can be perfect, that is why I'm doing this. Even though I have all the money in the world, but that money is reserved for OUR future.
The future we will have with OUR children that I plan on having with 'her' and only 'her.' No one else will have that kind of happiness that I have with her, no one will ever replace 'her' in my heart, in my mind, in my soul, because...no one is HER.
As we continue to what we do always do when we have 'guest' over, I always wander off, though my mask does not show any sign of change, the feelings of mines is not the same; it stays here, within my thoughts, never on my face, never in my eyes. For that is how I am, and she knows better than anyone, because I know, she loves me, and her promise to love me and understand me always was the thing that kept her here. I never thought I would feel more proud and happy about having her now, I also envy her, for she has the strength and endurance it require to live in the real world, while I on the other hand, do not.
Sure I give off the strength, and all the things required, but what she doesn't know is, if she left me, I wouldn't know what to do, I'll be lost, I'll be alone, I probably wouldn't be able to go on living at that. I need her, more than life itself, and that's how it is like with her and me, she understands for me, and love me despite everything, and I, love her more everyday for it, and respects her more with every passing moment as she stays with me. I can not imagine a life without her by my side, how she fills me with warmth with just one smile, fake or not, I can not tell anymore, because now, after I trained her so harshly to 'perfection' I no longer have that ability to see her true feelings anymore.
Besides her sunny smiles as always, lovely grins, and that warm spark in her ocean green eyes that always held love; I can not tell anything any more. She is indeed perfection now, while I, on the other hand, am nothing more than a mere shadow of it. She might think I am 'perfect,' but in truth, I am probably furthers from it. I guess it's also that word that made us the way we are now today, perfect...a word that is always wished to be accomplished in the world, a goal for every living, breathing creature.
How ironic it is, for things to end up the way they are, she always adored, and admire me for being so perfect and now, look how things turn out.
Now it is I, -the one she was so charmed by, to believe I was perfect- is now the one who is admiring and adoring her like she was perfection itself, but in a sense, she was life itself, for me that is true. Without her, I am nothing, no matter how good I am at everything, to me, I will always be nothing, because without her, I don't 'live' and if I don't 'live' then I am indeed...nothing.
As I lead my current 'toy' to my chambers, I felt the bile fill my throat once more, it wasn't like my toy was disgusting looking, it's just the familiar bang of betrayal pound at my heart once more. The regret course through my veins, making me feel cold, the pain I feel, just doing this to her was almost unbearable, as the pain grips my heart. I could have sworn if it weren't for the fact I was now sitting at my bed, I would have fallen over in pain. The pain that my mind and heart cause, making me remember, reminding me of what I am betraying, what I am doing, what I am causing to my precious, most cherished wife, my beautiful Misao.
I remember how her face always lid up when I bed her, I knew about her little sadistic joy of seeing their faces scrunch up with rage, hurt and more. On some level, we are indeed the same, I remember her moans that were music to my ears, the panting she did that made me more excited to take her over and over once more. The way she screamed my name in ecstasy, was pure joy to my heart. How she would touch me, sending chills down my spine, causing my blood to warm again with lust and desire for her again. I remember her flushed face as she let out her broken cries of my name, and telling what to do to please her, they were the most beautiful things I've ever heard, or how she breathed next to my ear, whispering encouragements to take her once more, making me harder than any thing or any one for that matter, has ever caused on my body.
I never thought I would be so in love, I never thought I could be in love, but she proved me wrong, I know she is out there now, listening, watching, waiting for the right moment to enter and help if she is needed. I know, she is always there for me, and I in turn want to be for her too, that is why I'm trying to make more and more money, so in the future, I will not be demanded to work any more, and still be able to support our family, house, bills and more. I will always be able to stay by her side, through her pains, through her worst times, and great times, I will be here to witness, watch, and learn from it all with her. Just being with her makes my heart beat faster with joy, a feeling that is never felt when I'm with another woman.
These women were rich; they wanted my company and were willing to enjoy anything I give them. And for that, I gave them the whole package, the so-called love, the passion, the pleasure, the happiness, the understanding, and more, I even gave the bad, the pain, the tears, the anguish, even the heartbreak. I had to admit it though, watching them break down was great, the money I was able to get out of them was always stored away, in my own bank account for me, and my future, with my wife.
That is the only thing driving me on with this revolting plan, as much as I hate my plan for the future, I had to except it, it was the thought of being able to be with Misao for as long as I live, that drives me on with this whole plan. A life with all the luxury that one can ever have, the time I can give back to her ten fold, and the children we can have was just like a dream that I wanted to be true. And for a dream to come true, you must work hard for it, and for that, I will continue, this woman was the last of it. We will then have the amount that we need; I now have enough money for a family of 500 people. Enough for my children and their children's children, and that is what keeps me on like this; this is what I want for my family.
Misao...she is the one that keeps me going, and for every tear she's cried, and for every stab of pain she felt, I will make up for it now, I made a promise too. Though it was not made out loud as hers, it was still there, and made for me to know and forever to remember, that promise was to make sure she will be happy, and to let know how much I love her. After this, we will be together as we should be; I will never bring home another despicable lustful cunt ever again. This...this woman, is the last, as I made her scream in ecstasy, shouting out my name, moaning in approval of my sexual advances, and sinful aggressive kisses. I collapsed then, panting for air, rolling off her, I know Misao was about to make her entrance...
5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
A knock was heard as I lightly smirked, knowing the outcome already, as I gave permission for her to enter...
Misao entered the room as she was told and smiled at the couple on the bed as she then spoke in her ethereal voice as always, "I was told you needed me...Aoshi-sama."
The End
Author's Note: Okay this story was based on how my mother and father's relationship worked, since it was an engaged marriage, I didn't expect much from the outcome. Funny, huh? How a fairytale like engagement happened, then the marriage, only to have a outcome of disaster, its real funny. Well, anyways, I made this story happier, than what really happened to my family. Please tell me what you think, ne?