Hi! So I don't really know what's going to happen next :S but I'll keep writing and hopefully something good will come out of this haha :) thanks for your reviews…
Warning: This will be a boring chapter ¬¬ I am sorry, I'll try to put everything in two short chapters I promise…
Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin
Soujiro walked beside her but didn't look down. Misao did look at his eyes "Coward" she whispered to him so that only he could hear. And he did.
He regretted all that had happened.
When he left the room, he felt Misao's eyes following his every step. He really did regret everything that happened, but why? Seeing Misao again made him remember everything, the kiss, the hug, the friendship, she was the first one to make him feel like that. It was all so confusing. But he couldn't have fallen for a girl like her, she was all joyful and full of emotions, and it was not his thing. He had to admit it though, she had his first kiss. And let's face it, she wasn't the sexiest woman, she did look like a thirteen year old girl, but she didn't naked…wait what? He was Soujiro, the Tenken, and even though she had an amazing body, and that was actually true, he was one of the most powerful men in all of Japan; his love life wasn't the most important thing. It didn't even matter.
"Ugh…what's happening to me" he asked confused once he was alone.
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Misao followed him with her eyes until he was lost of sight. She didn't know what to think. It was not possible; her first kiss was with a cruel, horrible, but actually cute man. Yeah, he was cute and handsome and had a great ass, but it simply was impossible. She was Misao Makimachi, her heart belonged to someone else, a good man who had raised her and fought for what he believed. To her, Soujiro was the worst man on the planet and he didn't deserve her tears.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Saitou spoke. "Your boyfriend really knows how to fight weasel girl" and he had to use his sarcastic tone…
"Shut up!" anger flowed through her veins "he is not my boyfriend! And I do not look like a weasel"
"If you say so" he answered mostly talking to himself, Misao sent him a glare but he didn't notice.
"The Sakabatou, it's broken" she pointed out.
"And Shishio got away" 'Why did Saitou have to make things worse every time he spoke?'
"For now, Shishio has pulled out of Shingetsu" Kenshin smiled at Misao "So I'm glad about that"
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"It wasn't my fault" Soujiro said handing the destroyed sword to Shishio's hands "If you are angry, please be angry at Battousai"
"How could the reverse blade destroy the Nagasone Kotetsu like this?" Shishio asked himself confused "I may have underestimated him"
"Kotetsu?" he asked smiling. As always.
"Too bad your head isn't as strong as your arms" Yumi answered bluffing at Soujiro "It was a famous sword used by one of the bold thirty-one"
"Soujiro, would you do something for me?" Shishio asked him.
"Anything, as long as I don't have to pay you pack for the sword" Soujiro was too cute.
"Bring all of the Juppon Gatana" Yumi looked amazed at him "to Kyoto at once; I want to drag Hitokiri Battousai out of Himura Kenshin by force if I have to"
The three of them stood quiet; there was an awkard silence…
"Hmm, Soujiro?" Yumi asked out of the blue "I am still wondering, what happened back at the inn?"
"What do you mean?" he asked back "A lot of things happened"
"I mean about you little…friend" she continued "that girl…who looked like a weasel"
'Did she look like a weasel? He had thought of her in many ways, but now that she mentioned it, it was a really good description of her' what should he answer? "Hmm…I don't know, maybe she confused me over someone else, no idea"
"I hope that's it" Shishio spoke this time, he couldn't find out about her "And that you are not lying to us"
"Oh please master Shishio" he defended himself with a smile "I would never ever lie to you"
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NOTE: As you've probably realized, I've changed some of the dialogues and I'll also change the story a little bit to fit this version…So what's happened? Saitou is gone and Kenshin together with Misao continue their way to Kyoto. Soujiro went looking for the Juppon Gatana…and that's it :) Thank you.
"Himura! We're finally here!" Misao jumped cheerfully, she missed home "It's such a relief to be back! Come on, this way!"
Kenshin wasn't really listening to her, he was remembering old times. Bad times.
"HIMURA!" she screamed and brought him back from his daydreaming.
"Oro?"
"Don't oro me! What are you standing there for?" she pleaded him "And do you have to have the sword? It really sticks out, it is embarrassing"
"Your clothes are more embarrassing" he answered back and Misao kicked him "Anyway, you should go home first, I am sure they are worried about you"
"Home? We are already there, look" Kenshin oroed her, but she didn't listen "Hey Jiiya!"
"MISAO!" Okina screamed surprised, he was a crazy old man
"I'm back! I know I am late and I am sorry" she happily accepted his hug.
In less than a minute, the whole Aoiya was outside hugging and welcoming Misao. Okina asked Kenshin to stay for a while longer, and of course he agreed.
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"Bring all of the Juppon Gatana all at once" Soujiro did a playful version of Shishio's voice "at once, sure like it is the easiest thing"
Soujiro had been looking for all of the Juppon Gatana days already. He had found some of them, but they were difficult men to track down. He was over Misao already, not a single thought of her passed through his mind. He had more important things to worry about, like finding ten miserable horrible men.
Three of them had already joined him and he was making his way to Kyoto. This trip was no fun at all, a fallen monk, a stupid ball of fat and a…how could he describe him? A flying man? It was pathetic. It wasn't Soujiro thing to think badly of others, but he had his moments. He had the ability to hide it all in a fake smile though, so there was nothing to worry about. Soujiro was considered as the most powerful of the Juppon Gatana, the heavenly sword, Shishio's advisor, his right hand. He felt powerful between those three.
"We are finally in Kyoto!" Soujiro said cheerfully, but none of them shared his excitement…gufu was the only thing he got from the stupid ball of fat. "Oh master Shishio will be happy!"
They entered Kyoto and kept walking, until they ran into someone "Oh look! He is an old friend of ours"
"Well fancy meeting you here" Soujiro said to Aoshi in a cheerful tone "So you did come to Kyoto! I'm so glad"
"You again?" he asked disappointed "you're very suspicious"
"We only got into Kyoto this morning" he answered smiling "and we happened to meet you!"
"I see. A chance meeting" Aoshi was not happy at all "I have been feeling you watching me from the shadows since"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really do apologize" he begged and looked at him "I am sorry, so would you mind coming with us?"
"I told you before, I have no intention of working for anyone" he answered coldly and began walking faster.
"Oh, not at all. This has nothing to do with working with us" Soujiro said happily "Mr. Shishio only wants to see you"
At the end, Soujiro convinced Aoshi of following him…He guided the four of them to Shishio's inn. It took them short time.
"Here it is, well please come in" he invited with a smile
The five men followed a man, Houji, and took them to where Shishio was practicing his swordsmanship.
"Did you want something Houji?" Shishios training was interrupted "Uh, yes I received word of Soujiro's return"
"Now, now, don't be angry" Soujiro told him, he had become very friendly to his master "I'm back Mr. Shishio and I've brought all of the ten swords in eastern Japan" 'Good' was the only response he got from Shishio.
He began asking questions to the three of his three fighters, Anji, Henya and the stupid ball of fat…until he saw Aoshi.
Shishio offered Aoshi information about Battousai in return for his help to bring him down.
Soujiro was back to his old life, killing and destruction and he had already got used to it.