Title: "10 Different Ways to Say I'm Sorry"
Summary: AxMAU. If High School is filled with heart-ache, imagine collage. Going to college means facing Aoshi Shinomori again. Can Misao really face her past sins? I'm not good at summaries, but this is pretty good.
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables' Lyrics or rights to the song I Dreamed a Dream. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. All I own is my T.V.
A/n: This is chapter Four.
Chapter Four: Beautiful Dreams, Harsh Reality
There
was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And
their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And
the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a
time when it all went wrong...
(chorus)
I dreamed a dream in
time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I
dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be
forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made
and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song
unsung, no wine, untasted.
-----------------STORY---------------------
Dream Sequence
Misao was sitting in a small class room sifting through her slightly torn English book. She waited patiently for the bell to ring and for the students to enter her class. Sometimes high school was a bore. Her only happy thought was about her next hour art class. She would be able to see the object of her affection. Shinomori-san was the hottest and quietest boy in the senior class. She hoped that before he graduated he would grace her with a smile. That seemed unlikely.
Misao drifted into another scene of her dream...
"Makimachi, Misao?"
"Here, Sensei!"
Misao watched the teacher with only slight interest as he went down the list of names. She let out a saddened sigh when she heard no one answer "here" when Shinomori-san's name was called. He had not come to school that day.
Just as she had given up all hope of seeing the tall senior, he swept into the room. Swept, was the only way she could describe the way he walked, silently with an animalistic grace. His jet black hair was long and in a ponytail tail today. His bangs just barley covered his glacier blue eyes. He was dressed in loose fitting black clothes as was usual; despite the regularity of his dress he was the epitome of male beauty, and Misao was enjoying the sight.
"I was finishing a test Sensei." The teacher nodded his acceptance of Shinomori-san's excuse and continued to address the class. Shinomori gracefully strode towards his seat two desks in front of Misao, all Misao could do was stare intently at him. Shinomori felt her gaze and met it with his own. He had noticed her before, be it staring at him or her with her loud friend. Misao Makimachi, grade eleven, seventeen, long ebony braid, large blue eyes, worked at a local restaurant and she was in his art class. He knew that she did stare at him a lot, but unlike other females her gaze was not purely for his physical features. No, her gaze seemed to penetrate deeper into him. Into his dark mind. Taking some initiative, Shinomori sat in the empty desk in front of Misao and bid her good morning.
Misao blinked in disbelief. Had he just voluntarily spoken to her? She erased the shock from her face and returned his greeting.
After having a long conversation, slightly forced at the beginning, they both discovered that they had much in common. They ignored the rest of the class Misao no longer seemed quite so juvenile to Shinomori, and Shinomori didn't seem so cold to Misao. The bell that signaled the end of the class was the only thing that stopped the easy flow of words that the two had fallen into.
"Well I guess its time for me to go. See you tomorrow Shinomori-san." Misao picked up her messenger bag and didn't notice Shinomori's strange expression.
"Call me Aoshi, if you will, Makimachi-san." Misao looked up at Aoshi's less stoic face and gave him a warm smile.
"I will, Aoshi. You may call me Misao." Aoshi then treated Misao with a semi-rare smile. Both parted ways with a lighter heart. Another beginning for both.
End Dream Sequence
August 6, 2004- Dorm Block D-9:00am
BRIIIIIIIIING BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNG
"DIE YOU STUPID ALARM CLOCK, I WANT TO SLEEP!" Misao yelled at her Hello Kitty alarm clock. Her anger only partly because of her lack of sleep. The rest was anger for the alarm breaking into her dream of him.
Her newly arrived roommate unused to Misao's morning routine jumped a foot in the air. The poor girl peeked a nose out of her blankets and stared at Misao who was already leaving the room to shower. Great, I've been stuck with a psycho. Of all the luck! The roommate reached over to her bed side table and put in her ear plugs. Bliss.
"NO HOT WATER? IS THE WORLD TRYING TO CONSPIRE AGAINST ME?" Her roommate merely rolled her eyes and fell back asleep.
Dorm Block C-9:00am
Kenshin rubbed the sleep out of his right eye as he trudged towards the living room of his dorm apartment. He was about to walk into the kitchen when he saw Aoshi sitting on the floor of the living room.
At 9:00am. Aoshi was a college student. With no classes till eleven. Shocked could not even describe Kenshin at that moment.
"Um Aoshi, what are you doing." Asked the confused red-head. Aoshi merely said, "Meditation."
"Oh, ok." Kenshin said, he stared at Aoshi for another second before going into the kitchen. Weirdo. Kenshin thought as he did the dishes in his lacy pink apron.
English Literature 101-9:30am
"WELCOME CLASS!" and old balding man yelled at a very peppy class.
"GOOD MORNING SENSAI!" the class replied.
"yeah whatever." Misao growled to the teacher from the front row. The teacher balked but made no reply.
"Are you all ready for your first day of college?"
"YES SIR!"
"Not really, baldy." Misao knew that she was being a pain, but the fact that it was before ten on a Monday made her not care what she was being.
It was a long class to say the least.
TBC
A/n: more later
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