Reviews!!! XD
Well since my reviewers posed some very good questions and comments that
I'm dying to reply to here goes...
Toby-Chan1 : Lol, ya actually John's Hopkins University did some research and they found that some men are inflicted with "6 to 12 hours of transient global amnesia after having sex." but of course they also said that its more common in men in their 70's...first off I think that's pretty gross that 70 year old men go around and have...oh nvm
Luli451 : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME. I guess it was on default or something, but I never checked and it wouldn't allow for anonymous reviews
Indigochipmunk : actually I noticed Aoshi's OOC-ness, but oh well, maybe he's softened up...
Ah sorry I'm not replying to everyone who reviews ^^;; , I just didn't want to take up so much space that should be for the actual story, and the ones above were just pressing ^^. But I appreciate all your comments and thank you all!
So thaaaat's what its called, a DISCLAIMER...jeez I knew that -_- ....well disclaimer from chapter 1 or 2 applies for the rest of the story...
XWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWX(don't ask I just thought that looked interesting)
"Morning!"...sickness?
Aoshi and I rarely took baths together again. On those rare times, the water was always wonderfully hot.
Sometimes one of us would sit on the side bench and other in the tub, keeping each other company. However, as our vacation ebbed away our hectic lives caught up to us, those times were few.
As the weeks and months went by I noticed the subtle changes in our behaviors. While I matured and learned to control my temper and outbursts, Aoshi slowly emerged from his shell of brooding and self-pity. He actually smiled and chuckled more often (well I guess, started to, because he hadn't before, except when he was a boy).
It seemed that our age gap lost its distance as we leveled into a normal married couple—at least as normal as you can get with Aoshi and myself.
A couple weeks after that fateful wedding night, I started to feel more moody and temperamental. Poor Aoshi, as if I wasn't already bad by nature. But then again he got a break elsewhere, as my energy began to decrease.
In short, it felt like being plagued by PMS every, single day.
The others noticed of course, and while Aoshi and Okina were concerned, Omasu and Okon only smiled knowingly. Then again, Omasu and Okon always look down at you with the air of superiority.
When this prolonged PMS continued for a couple of weeks, Aoshi voiced his worry.
It had been a long day, full of scrubbing, paperwork—that only kami-sama knows the origins—exercises, cooking, and managing the restaurant. Not to mention the onslaught of minor criminal cases Saitou conveniently dropped on our migraine-plagued heads.
Whose damn idea was it to aid the police anyway? One really clueless bastard...-_-...I had an idea who it was...
So here we were, exhausted. (Aoshi kindly got off his lazy ass from that temple and helped me with my Okashira duties...sometimes I can't help but wonder if he's actually sleeping—meditation...suuure... I mean how can you think a black void for days on end? AND NOT BE BORED.... -.- ....I rest my case, I had married Superman)
As soon as our heads hit the cushions we were out, softly snoring away into smurfdom like babies...
Speaking of babies...
I woke up suddenly, feeling queasy. To top it off, I was shivering to death because of the cold sweat that ran down my face and the rest of my body.
Glancing outside through the window, I noticed the horizon touched with light blues and pinks.
I had been dreaming about Aoshi—I guess old habits die hard.
In truth, the dream had been more of a nightmare, but the more I thought about it, the more it felt silly. There was your typical big, green monster that you swore just a second before had been your husband...again...how...ironic...
If I hadn't died because of the big, green monster, I almost died of a heart attack when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't doooo that!" I whispered harshly to Aoshi.
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Don't lift your eyebrow at me!" PMS-like-disease strikes again...
Involuntarily, both his eyebrows went up. Aoshi no baka...
"Misao, you're ill." That concern flashed in his eyes again.
"Nani? No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Nope."
"Yes."
Oh, here we go again. Kami-sama, our arguments were so imaginative.
"Listen, I'm not falling for that again," I sighed, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head.
Aoshi smirked. Omasu and Okon had nothing compared to Aoshi.
"Misao..." he mumbled.
"Aoshi," I said, putting my hand up and turning my head to the side, "I am not—,"
My eyes widened, and my stomach contracted as I threw up all over Aoshi.
To weak to hold my head up, I rested it on his shoulder.
"I—I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Don't worry, it's not the first time," he replied nonchalantly, referring to my childhood.
I wanted to vomit all over him again.
Toby-Chan1 : Lol, ya actually John's Hopkins University did some research and they found that some men are inflicted with "6 to 12 hours of transient global amnesia after having sex." but of course they also said that its more common in men in their 70's...first off I think that's pretty gross that 70 year old men go around and have...oh nvm
Luli451 : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME. I guess it was on default or something, but I never checked and it wouldn't allow for anonymous reviews
Indigochipmunk : actually I noticed Aoshi's OOC-ness, but oh well, maybe he's softened up...
Ah sorry I'm not replying to everyone who reviews ^^;; , I just didn't want to take up so much space that should be for the actual story, and the ones above were just pressing ^^. But I appreciate all your comments and thank you all!
So thaaaat's what its called, a DISCLAIMER...jeez I knew that -_- ....well disclaimer from chapter 1 or 2 applies for the rest of the story...
XWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWXWX(don't ask I just thought that looked interesting)
"Morning!"...sickness?
Aoshi and I rarely took baths together again. On those rare times, the water was always wonderfully hot.
Sometimes one of us would sit on the side bench and other in the tub, keeping each other company. However, as our vacation ebbed away our hectic lives caught up to us, those times were few.
As the weeks and months went by I noticed the subtle changes in our behaviors. While I matured and learned to control my temper and outbursts, Aoshi slowly emerged from his shell of brooding and self-pity. He actually smiled and chuckled more often (well I guess, started to, because he hadn't before, except when he was a boy).
It seemed that our age gap lost its distance as we leveled into a normal married couple—at least as normal as you can get with Aoshi and myself.
A couple weeks after that fateful wedding night, I started to feel more moody and temperamental. Poor Aoshi, as if I wasn't already bad by nature. But then again he got a break elsewhere, as my energy began to decrease.
In short, it felt like being plagued by PMS every, single day.
The others noticed of course, and while Aoshi and Okina were concerned, Omasu and Okon only smiled knowingly. Then again, Omasu and Okon always look down at you with the air of superiority.
When this prolonged PMS continued for a couple of weeks, Aoshi voiced his worry.
It had been a long day, full of scrubbing, paperwork—that only kami-sama knows the origins—exercises, cooking, and managing the restaurant. Not to mention the onslaught of minor criminal cases Saitou conveniently dropped on our migraine-plagued heads.
Whose damn idea was it to aid the police anyway? One really clueless bastard...-_-...I had an idea who it was...
So here we were, exhausted. (Aoshi kindly got off his lazy ass from that temple and helped me with my Okashira duties...sometimes I can't help but wonder if he's actually sleeping—meditation...suuure... I mean how can you think a black void for days on end? AND NOT BE BORED.... -.- ....I rest my case, I had married Superman)
As soon as our heads hit the cushions we were out, softly snoring away into smurfdom like babies...
Speaking of babies...
I woke up suddenly, feeling queasy. To top it off, I was shivering to death because of the cold sweat that ran down my face and the rest of my body.
Glancing outside through the window, I noticed the horizon touched with light blues and pinks.
I had been dreaming about Aoshi—I guess old habits die hard.
In truth, the dream had been more of a nightmare, but the more I thought about it, the more it felt silly. There was your typical big, green monster that you swore just a second before had been your husband...again...how...ironic...
If I hadn't died because of the big, green monster, I almost died of a heart attack when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't doooo that!" I whispered harshly to Aoshi.
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Don't lift your eyebrow at me!" PMS-like-disease strikes again...
Involuntarily, both his eyebrows went up. Aoshi no baka...
"Misao, you're ill." That concern flashed in his eyes again.
"Nani? No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Nope."
"Yes."
Oh, here we go again. Kami-sama, our arguments were so imaginative.
"Listen, I'm not falling for that again," I sighed, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head.
Aoshi smirked. Omasu and Okon had nothing compared to Aoshi.
"Misao..." he mumbled.
"Aoshi," I said, putting my hand up and turning my head to the side, "I am not—,"
My eyes widened, and my stomach contracted as I threw up all over Aoshi.
To weak to hold my head up, I rested it on his shoulder.
"I—I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Don't worry, it's not the first time," he replied nonchalantly, referring to my childhood.
I wanted to vomit all over him again.