Note: THIS IS NOT A SONG FICTION. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS SONG!

Title: "1o Different Ways to Say I'm Sorry"

Summary: Au. AxM 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.

A/n: Chapter five! Oh and I had a version before this….BUT I HATED IT! So this is the second version……I hope you like it. Oh and I have the PERFECT song for the next chapters inspiration! I love all of Brand New's songs. About the plot, it is developing. I like to write my stories in odd orders.

Disclaimer: I do not own Brand New's Lyrics or rights to the song The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin. All I own is my car.

Chapter Five: True Aims and Blurry Intentions


If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am

I'll grow old
And start acting my age
I'll be a brand new day
In a life that you hate
A crown of gold
A heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts a whole lot
But it's missed when it's gone

Call me a safe bet
I'm betting I'm not

(Not all of song)

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August, 9 2004-Dorm Block C and D's Common Room-12:00am

Misao buried her head into the plush pillow she had stolen from one of the common room couches. She hated insomnia, and she wished that she could be asleep in HER bed, and not on the floor of the Dorm Block C&D Common room. Sighing Misao rolled onto her back. She knew that her tossing and turning had been keeping her roommate awake, so she had retreated to this place. The couches, however, were NOT comfortable, so she had taken up residence on the carpeted floors.

When the small clock on the fake fire place's mantel chimed midnight Misao gave up on her precious dreams of sleep, and sat in a meditative position. Contrary to popular belief Misao could meditate. Her friend Hannya had taught her to do it when she was at his eighteenth birthday party. He had watched her try to imitate Aoshi, and he had taken her meditative training into his own hands. Meditation was something she and Hannya had shared. She dearly missed him, he was her light in the darkness, and now he was gone.

She was forced to open her eyes when her tears threatened to drown her. She felt the silver liquid slid down her face and into her lap. She opened her chapped lip, and began to softly sob. No one, not even Hannya knew that she, Makimachi Misao, cried at night. Not even her once beloved Aoshi. Misao quietly began to sing a song Hannya had taught her long before, it's sweet melody slipped past her tongue and eerily echoed through the common room. She continued to sing a little louder and closed her aqua eyes on the flood of tears.

When she opened them her breath caught in her throat and she felt all blood stream from her face. Him.

August, 9 2004-Dorm Block C -11:45pm

Aoshi turned onto his back and cursed under his breath. He could not sleep. The first meeting of the kenpo club had been a failure. He and his vice Captain Kenshin Himura who was also his girly roommate had gotten some of the worst practicers of kenpo EVER. The young college men had tripped and fallen their way through the first practice. Kenshin had stood stupefied and Aoshi had glared at the freshmen.

Despite himself he had looked for her. But not to his surprised she had not come. Coward. He had thought, but he could not help but think ever so fondly of her perfect kicks. A very small part of him could admit that he missed her presence. She had been a bright patch in his life…no that bright patch was just as dirty as the rest. He chided himself mentally. Finally Aoshi got out of his bed. Sleep would not come to him this night. He stretched his long muscled arms over his head and decided to go get a latte from the 24-hour café just down the road.

Aoshi didn't even bother to pull on his khaki trench coat as he stalked out of his dorm room, and down the stairs. When he reached the foyer he could just barley hear a soft sobbing coming from the slightly ajar door leading into the common room. Without second thought Aoshi strode into the room and walked towards the shape sitting on the floor by one of the uncomfortable couches. The form had long dark hair that was loose down it's…no..her back. The girl was wrapped in a blanket and was sobbing her heart out. Hr made a move to reach down to pat her on the shoulder when she looked up. Kami-sama.

"Misao?"

"A-Aoshi-sama…"

The dark room that was filled with mixed and torn emotions. Hate. Fear. Shock.…….Love.