ALOHA!!!!!!!!!! I'M BACK! YAY! I've nothing to report now......how
boring, huh? Except, HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Other good fanfics; Rurouni Heir,
Mission; Frustration.
Buffybot76; I hope you update, I'd like to know what happens next! The guy's kind of phsyco. Yeah it kind of does fit.
Rurouni tomboy;I undated soon enough, right? Not likely........
Riverwood; Oh! No! It's okay, but I did miss you though *snifs* . Eep! No, I think that's extremely gross, I wouldn't do that. Kenshin and Yahiko? *shudders* poor you! *gives you a hug.
Mia; Yep! I did! Poor Misao though, eh?
Tesuka-chan; The dancing boogeyman is cool ^.^ . Welcome to my story! The story is vague 'cuz I'm trying to make sure that people just stop reading, that would hurt my feelers -_- . Keep reviewing, okie dokie?
phillip sneazelburg XI; It hurt my feelers, made me want to cry. But now you're back (right?)! I'm smiley!
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Misao gulped, she had never seen her father like this, and, quite frankly, it scared her. He walked towards her, slowly, like a predator that's ready to pounce on wounded prey. She looked away.
"Misao," he said, his voice was strangely close. She looked up fearfully, his hand came down hard on the left side of her face.
"You do know what you did to your mother, right?" She nodded pitifully, he back handed her, her head snapped to the side with the power of his blow.
"You know that she was cursing you as she died. Hell, she didn't even want you." He kicked her feet out from under her.
She lay there whimpering, he kicked her mercilessly. She curled into a ball to protect her stomach and head.
He just kept it up, not bothering to stop so he can give his leg a break. It grew tired but he didn't want to stop. No, he wouldn't kill her, it's too soon for that. She'd suffer. ***
Hours later, his kicks became less and less like kicks, until, finally he was too tired to do little more than tap her with his foot.
He stood back to see the damage. She was bruised and bleeding in areas, but her spirit was far from broken. He'd have to work on that later.
Misao looked up at her father, he had finally stopped. She sensed that they were not alone. Her eyes rested on the being behind him.
The lady.....The lady from her dreams. Her...Mother? The lady was happy, that much Misao could tell. Was it because what her father did to her? Was it true then? Did her mother really hate her?
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Poor Misao! I hate doing this to her. I can't wait until Kenshin comes! Reviewers wanted.......
Buffybot76; I hope you update, I'd like to know what happens next! The guy's kind of phsyco. Yeah it kind of does fit.
Rurouni tomboy;I undated soon enough, right? Not likely........
Riverwood; Oh! No! It's okay, but I did miss you though *snifs* . Eep! No, I think that's extremely gross, I wouldn't do that. Kenshin and Yahiko? *shudders* poor you! *gives you a hug.
Mia; Yep! I did! Poor Misao though, eh?
Tesuka-chan; The dancing boogeyman is cool ^.^ . Welcome to my story! The story is vague 'cuz I'm trying to make sure that people just stop reading, that would hurt my feelers -_- . Keep reviewing, okie dokie?
phillip sneazelburg XI; It hurt my feelers, made me want to cry. But now you're back (right?)! I'm smiley!
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Misao gulped, she had never seen her father like this, and, quite frankly, it scared her. He walked towards her, slowly, like a predator that's ready to pounce on wounded prey. She looked away.
"Misao," he said, his voice was strangely close. She looked up fearfully, his hand came down hard on the left side of her face.
"You do know what you did to your mother, right?" She nodded pitifully, he back handed her, her head snapped to the side with the power of his blow.
"You know that she was cursing you as she died. Hell, she didn't even want you." He kicked her feet out from under her.
She lay there whimpering, he kicked her mercilessly. She curled into a ball to protect her stomach and head.
He just kept it up, not bothering to stop so he can give his leg a break. It grew tired but he didn't want to stop. No, he wouldn't kill her, it's too soon for that. She'd suffer. ***
Hours later, his kicks became less and less like kicks, until, finally he was too tired to do little more than tap her with his foot.
He stood back to see the damage. She was bruised and bleeding in areas, but her spirit was far from broken. He'd have to work on that later.
Misao looked up at her father, he had finally stopped. She sensed that they were not alone. Her eyes rested on the being behind him.
The lady.....The lady from her dreams. Her...Mother? The lady was happy, that much Misao could tell. Was it because what her father did to her? Was it true then? Did her mother really hate her?
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Poor Misao! I hate doing this to her. I can't wait until Kenshin comes! Reviewers wanted.......