Chapter 5

Misao was nine months pregnant and she lost her ability to walk. She was… large. She was a little bigger than a normal pregnancy and it worried her. She was almost twice the size!

She couldn't stand on her own so she would lie in bed or Saito would have to carry her to the dojo only to be sent home by Tokio.

She hated not being able to move around but had to deal with it. it was either that or loose her child. She had become quite attached to it even though it wasn't born. She wanted a child; she didn't care if it was boy or girl.she would love the baby no matter what, even if it looked like Juro more than her.

she loved Juro, she wouldnt deny that and even after such a long period of time and with what he had done to her, the feelings were just now coming to a rest. she was in love, or at least thought she was. feelings die hard.

And then… delivery day came…

"Misao push, I see the head!" Tokio yelled softly to Misao who screamed bloody murder. Saito was forced to stay outside the room and hear everything without helping. Misao had become his little sister in a way. She had grown on him just as he had predicted.

Misao began to push harder and screeched when she felt something tear 'down there'. She could barely handle the pain. She wished someone could knock her over the head with a board and knock her out… she hated the pain.

"It's a boy Misao!" Tokio said happily. Misao smiled and couldn't believe it… a boy… she had a boy. The pain seemed to fade away as Misao heard the screams of her child… a little boy. Tokio grabbed some scissors and snipped the umbilical cord.

"I see your awake still. How are you?" Saito asked Misao seeing her with her bundles of joy

"We're fine… I have a boy and a girl." Misao said proudly.

"Twins?" Saito asked her with a confused face. He knew she was bigger than normal but he never expected twins.

"Wanna hold one? They don't bite." Misao said nudging toward the child in her left arm. Saito nodded and took the child, holding the head as careful as possible.

"Who is this?" he asked her

"He is Katsu… and my little girl right here… Sora." Misao said gently they were random names and she knew it. They were perfect though. They would live up to their names and they would live to be strong warriors.

Misao had everything planed. Her children would be trained by her and their 'Uncle Saito.'. They would be strong, and they would learn from their mother's mistakes. Aoshi… she would never return. She couldn't. Her family would all hate her. Having sex with a man and then having his children.

"He, looks like you." Saito commented. Misao nodded happily. He had boyish features, but he was just like Misao.

"They both have blue eyes. Oh." She said gently as Sora began to cry. "Hush hunny… mommy's' right here." Misao cooed to her child. Katsu stayed asleep despite his sisters loud crying. Saito looked on to her as she calmed the child down easily.

"They are so tiny." Tokio stepped into the room and said. She was right; both children were tiny but healthy.

------------ 13 years later.

Misao was 28 and she didn't feel older than seventeen. She lived with Saito and Tokio and they loved the children living there. As Misao planned Saito and she had trained the children to be strong teenagers for their age. Misao wasn't at their level until she was sixteen, when Saito first began to train her.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Katsu asked. He had grown a lot. His voice was that of a man's but still had the childish hint to it.

"Cleaning, maybe you should try it once in a while." Misao told him jokingly. She spoiled her kids rotten but they still knew where their duties lied.

"I already did the laundry isn't that enough?" he asked her wit his puppy dog eyes. Of course she didn't fall for it like she used to.

"Boil some water and then you're done for the day." Misao told him. He bent down and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"alright." He responded and left towards the forest after getting the bucket that was inside the house.

Aoshi wasn't over Misao. It had been a little over thirteen years. Her face was fading from his mind but her voice still lingered. The temple was a thing in the past for him, hardly ever going there unless his thoughts were too much to manage.

He walked down the path towards the river. It was calming there to him. Flowers bloomed on the trees and the water seemed to be invincible.

'Maybe I should search for her again… she would be what now 27…28?' he mused. Life had gotten dull around the Aoiya. The restaurant was still the same, but as was said before… more dull.

"Who the hell are you?" a boy said calmly. He wasn't scared he was just a curious and foolish boy.

"Back away boy, I have no time for foolishness." Aoshi responded. The boy was tall and had… deep blue eyes. 'Damnit Misao… just stop haunting me. I can't take it anymore.'

"My name isn't 'boy'. It's Katsu. And your in my part of the woods, how about you leave and go somewhere else?" Katsu said cockily.

"You do not own the forest. Leave before I make you." Aoshi threatened. His voice was full of malice towards the boy.

Aoshi pulled out his kodochi and Katsu pulled out his weapon of choice… twin Kodochi.

"I see you know my method of swordsmanship, but it doesn't matter." Aoshi stated and charged towards Katsu. Katsu blocked it easily and began blocking Aoshi's attacks.

Aoshi began to get tired after a while and smiled lightly which was rare. Katsu backed away a bit and Aoshi did the same, both breathing hardly.

"Would you like to be trained?" Aoshi asked the boy. Katsu looked into Aoshi's eyes and saw the seriousness in them.

"I would be the one training you old man." Katsu commented and Aoshi narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "But why not?" Katsu said with a cocky tune to his voice.

Katsu and Aoshi began their training only moments later and Aoshi seemed to enjoy the boys' company. 'Perhaps I wanted to keep him around is because he reminded me of her.' Aoshi thought to himself

"I need to get back home, I told mom I would get water and it has been hours. She is probably worried. I will see you tomorrow Aoshi-sensei." Katsu said brightly and grabbed a bucket he had long ago filled with water.

"What took you so long? I thought something bad happened to you!" Misao scorned him. Katsu's stepped back a bit and looked at Misao with sorrow filled eyes.

"Mom doesn't cry I'm sorry! I brought the water." Katsu offered and hugged his mom before she had the chance to fall to the ground sobbing.

"It doesn't matter, you could've been killed!" she yelled softly, if it was possible. "But you're safe now and that's all that matters."

"I met a friend mom he is really nice. You should meet him." Katsu told her happily.

"Maybe another day son. Now go wash up; your dinner is in the kitchen." She told him sighing slightly. She was just relieved that he was okay and no harm had come to him.

Katsu walked off in the direction on the house and Misao could only let the tears flow. He could've been hurt, or possibly dead. 'Maybe I am not being as good as a mother as I should be…' Misao thought

"Mom, what's wrong?" Sora asked

"Nothing hon." Misao replied

TBC

Sorry it's shorter and thank you all for reviewing… I hope you all keep it up I don't want to have to take the story down. I got many ideas and hopefully I can end this story with about 3 or 5 chapters. Well later! And REVIEW! (Please)