Scorned
Today was one of those days you could only read about in the books. The sun was shining, birds tweeted happily from the tree branches and there was a faint breeze in the early summer afternoon. But instead of enjoying it all Misao was stuck inside in a not nearly as pleasant place.
She shot the other occupant in the room a dark glare. Saito didn't notice, or he simply didn't care, and continued grading papers; cigarette protruding from the corner of his thin lips. Misao was pretty sure she had become a high risk patient to lung cancer during the time she had spent cooped up with him. To think that someone had married, let alone bred with him.
It was just her luck that Saito turned out to be the professor assigned to watch over that day's Japanese exam.
Okay, so maybe she should have realized that the large study hall would echo her voice when she attempted to quietly call him a 'stuck up dick'. But really detention; wasn't that a bit too high school? Could you even give detention in college?
When she had entered the office a couple hours ago, to carry out her sentence, she discovered that the grouchy professor had either covered or completely removed any clock in the room. Before she could utter a single word she had been ordered to stay silent and sit down in a wooden and very painful looking chair in one of the corners. Even through the chair was practically making her entire body numb it gave her plenty of time to plot her revenge.
It would be risky, because despite having so many students against him, Saito always managed to sniff out the perpetrator. It was quite unnerving actually, but that didn't deter Misao from her scheming.
Her line of thought was broken when she heard Saito put his pen down to check his wristwatch. "Time's up. Do you regret your actions?" he fixed her with his trademark sharp stare through a thick cloud of smoke.
She had a vision of herself standing up on the uncomfortable chair, throwing a fist in the air, victoriously shouting 'Never!', but she really didn't think the act would be worth spending two more hours in silence. Instead she shrugged indifferently and stared out the large window. "I guess."
"Then get out of my office."
More than happy to comply, Misao grabbed her bag and sauntered out of the smoke filled room. For the first time in what felt like days she looked at one of the large hallway timepieces. Only ten minutes remained of dinner in the common dining hall. That conniving ogre had nearly made her miss a meal!
Oh it was on!
She met up with the rest of the group as they made their way out of the mess hall.
"Hey weasel, where have you been sneaking around?" Sano greeted her in his usual blunt way. Misao growled dangerously and was about to smack him when Megumi did the job for her. "Hey Kitsune! What the hell was that for?" He scowled rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head. For being a sophisticated woman she sure knew how to throw a punch. He supposed he should blame himself for forcing her to learn some form of self-defense.
"Shut up Sano," Megumi answered shortly.
"Misao, are you alright?" Kaoru frowned worriedly at her friend that had now developed a faint eye twitch.
"Saito," was the only word Misao managed to ground out.
"You haven't eaten have you? Misao if you want to I'm sure Kenshin can cook something for you," Kaoru said, laying her hand on said persons arm.
Kenshin lightly cocked an eyebrow. "I can?" Seeing his girlfriends look and feeling the grip on his arm tighten, there was no room left for argument. "Yes I suppose I can," he said wryly.
Aoshi, who had yet to say anything, stepped forward. "You guys go ahead. I'll stay with Misao." With that he placed his large hand on the small of his better half's back and led her inside the dining room. It was practically devoid of students and the personnel had already begun cleaning up for the evening. Aoshi told her to go find a table while he went to get the last scraps of food that remained.
"What happened this time?" he questioned when they were both finally seated and Misao had begun devouring her dinner.
"He accused me of cheating," she muttered irately through a mouthful of rice.
"And what did you do?" Was the flat, if slightly weary, follow up question.
She nearly choked on her food in disbelief. "What, I didn't do anything!"
"Misao."
She sniffed indignantly. "Okay so I might have called him a few names. But he deserved it!"
Aoshi observed her for a few short moments, but left it at that. "Don't do anything stupid," he said simply, sitting up a little straighter in his chair.
Misao could have sworn her chin just about dropped to the floor. "Aoshi! Why are you acting like I'm the bad guy?"
He crossed his arms over his chest, his neutral expression saying it all. "Does 'scaring foreign exchange students with dummies in the public shower' ring any bells?"
"That was ages ago!"Misao cried in defense. "I won't do anything I swear!" But he knew that face. It was the one that clearly stated trouble.
He was going to have to keep a close eye on her for the next few days.
Author's note: Well it's been a while. It sucks, but this was the only other chapter that had been edited by my friend so it's all I have for now. Hopefully she'll be able to read more stuff during this weekend (bless her, don't know what I would do without her –probably receive more reviews about my horrible spelling). So that's the story and I'll do what I can to get more stuff done, but I tell you senior year is a pain in the but, to put it lightly.
Adios!
/Tranquil Forest