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Prologue: Yakusoku, Aoshi-sama.
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TANABATA GOSEKI: Season of Fireworks
Prologue: Yakusoku, Aoshi-sama.
By Morrigan Mikagami
23.06.2003
Disclaimers: Rurouni Kenshin doesn't belong to me ayt? How I wish Aoshi-sama DO belong to ME but that's hoping too much x... I'm a deranged college student who is apparently obsessed with RK. SO DON'T SUE! I have nothing else better to do, so please bear with me. (Btw, this my sort-of birthday gift to myself. Late as usual.)
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/Meiji Year 2/
"Misao-chan," Omasu called out in a soft whisper.
The little girl didn't as much turn to acknowledge the older girl standing behind her. She continued looking out the window, her small head propped upon her arms resting on the ledge; her dark, short braid wrapped around her neck like a woolen scarf. The lamp flickered almost inexhaustibly beside her, illuminating her obviously sleepy features and warming her with as much heat as it could offer.
"Misao-chan," Omasu called out again, a little louder and firmer this time, yet still in the same gentle tone, "Time for bed."
Misao slowly lifted her head up and rubbed her blurry eyes in a vigorous attempt to keep herself awake despite her constant yawning.
"But I want to wait for Aoshi-sama," the little girl reasoned in a weary voice, "He promised he'd come home tonight. He promised." Misao looked outside again, looking on hopefully for a sign of shadow, "And I promised Aoshi-sama that I will wait for him," She seem to protest in between yawns, her head nodding off begging for sleep.
Omasu smiled at the girl in amusement. She knew only too well of Misao's enthusiastic faith and loyalty to the young Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu, adorable in all her childishness. She knew she wouldn't be able to peel the little girl from the window, Misao wouldn't give up even if Omasu had to fight with her about it.
Misao turned back to the window, straining her eyes as far as they can seek into the still, dark night.
The pale moon rose quietly in the horizon, bathing the city streets in clean, white light.
The girl's bubbly spirit never did waver, anticipating a promise made under the same star-streaked night sky...
(Flashback)
"I wanna go! I wanna go! Please let me come with you Aoshi-sama!"
Misao/ Makimachi wailed; screaming in protest and throwing her frail little arms around the older boy's hips, holding on to him tightly as if for dear life./
Aoshi/ held the whimpering girl on her legs, gently pushing her as he knelt to face the tear-filled, red and swollen familiar face of his Misao. He chuckled softly at the big pout she made, tenderly drying her cheeks with his battle-callused fingers./
"Ne ne, Misao-chan," a tall masked man who stood behind the Okashira cooed at her, "Aoshi-sama won't leave you. We just couldn't take you to the city this time; it's not safe now for little girls." Hannya playfully tugged at Misao's braid, which made the little girl wail all the louder as she assumed her position inside Aoshi's embrace.
Aoshi/ stroked Misao's hair, comforting her quivers and cries. This time he had let her hold him for a while longer./
"Listen to me, Misao-chan," He talked to her in a soothing, cool tone, "Your Oji-sama asked me to go to the city for a while. You know how he gets angry when he is not followed don't you?"
Misao/ looked up at Aoshi; her teary, big blue eyes glittered like crystals as she tried to understand what her Aoshi-sama was telling her./
"You don't want me to get scolded by your Oji-sama do you?" He looked back at her with an amused expression, as the little girl nodded in cognition.
"But you promised to take me to the festival... you promised!"
To put emphasis on her complaint, Misao stomped her feet, her bright blue eyes this time shone the intensity of turbulent waters.
"But I am still going to take you to the festival," Aoshi assured her, in that unwavering, cool tone which is almost always absent of emotion-almost.
"We'll watch the fireworks together, ne? I promise to come home for you and in time for the festival."
Misao/ gazed at him with eyes of unscathed intensity as hope flickered in her quivering smile. 'Aoshi-sama won't break his promise, I know he won't!'/
Aoshi's/ own grey-blue eyes returned the warmth of her confidence in him. It rarely happens that an omnitsu betrays his emotions, if not never at any circumstance at all. Hannya knew this well; and he knew more than anyone that his Okashira is best at not having to express any emotion whatsoever./
But this is an exception. Standing before Aoshi Shinomori is the only reason he defies this unspoken rule of the Omnitsu.
"Will you promise to come home soon, Aoshi-sama?..." Misao spoke in a softer but still pressing tone, her tantrums gone at the very least.
Aoshi/ smiled. He knew he couldn't resist./
He took her small hand and placed a thin white silk ribbon on her soft palm.
"I want you to take care of that for me while I'm gone, alright Misao-chan?" Misao looked at him puzzled and wondered at the ribbon for a moment, toying with it absent-mindedly. "You promise to keep it safe, and I swear to keep mine."
"Yakusoku ne, Aoshi-sama.." Her voice small and yet adamant.
Aoshi/ leaned in and planting a soft kiss on her forehead, "Aa ," he whispered, "Yakusoku."/
(End of Flashback)
Omasu took out a woolen blanket from one of the near-by drawers and draped it around Misao's small frame.
"Well at least don't try catching a cold, " she half-scolded Misao, who was shaking off the shivers of the cold night. Omasu realized, she isn't as near as to giving up any time soon.
"Arigato, Omasu-neechan," Misao beamed at her.
"Oyasumi, Misao-chan," Omasu whispered as she gave the little girl a quick hug. Quietly then, she stepped out of the room, giving a short glance at Misao. Omasu smiled to herself and slid close the shoji.
Misao held the white silk ribbon, intertwined loosely between her fingers.
"Aoshi-sama..." she murmured as she drifted off to sleep.
Yakusoku//.
To be continued...
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Translations:
Yakusoku/ /means 'promise'.
Shoji is the wooden sliding door.
Okashira/ /means 'Leader'.
Omnitsu is a Ninja Warrior.
Author's Notes:
This is the cleaner version, I just edited a few minor parts. The second installation to this mini-series is on its way, getting done Jalready-finally after such a long time of not updating!
Prologue: Yakusoku, Aoshi-sama.
By Morrigan Mikagami
23.06.2003
Disclaimers: Rurouni Kenshin doesn't belong to me ayt? How I wish Aoshi-sama DO belong to ME but that's hoping too much x... I'm a deranged college student who is apparently obsessed with RK. SO DON'T SUE! I have nothing else better to do, so please bear with me. (Btw, this my sort-of birthday gift to myself. Late as usual.)
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/Meiji Year 2/
"Misao-chan," Omasu called out in a soft whisper.
The little girl didn't as much turn to acknowledge the older girl standing behind her. She continued looking out the window, her small head propped upon her arms resting on the ledge; her dark, short braid wrapped around her neck like a woolen scarf. The lamp flickered almost inexhaustibly beside her, illuminating her obviously sleepy features and warming her with as much heat as it could offer.
"Misao-chan," Omasu called out again, a little louder and firmer this time, yet still in the same gentle tone, "Time for bed."
Misao slowly lifted her head up and rubbed her blurry eyes in a vigorous attempt to keep herself awake despite her constant yawning.
"But I want to wait for Aoshi-sama," the little girl reasoned in a weary voice, "He promised he'd come home tonight. He promised." Misao looked outside again, looking on hopefully for a sign of shadow, "And I promised Aoshi-sama that I will wait for him," She seem to protest in between yawns, her head nodding off begging for sleep.
Omasu smiled at the girl in amusement. She knew only too well of Misao's enthusiastic faith and loyalty to the young Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu, adorable in all her childishness. She knew she wouldn't be able to peel the little girl from the window, Misao wouldn't give up even if Omasu had to fight with her about it.
Misao turned back to the window, straining her eyes as far as they can seek into the still, dark night.
The pale moon rose quietly in the horizon, bathing the city streets in clean, white light.
The girl's bubbly spirit never did waver, anticipating a promise made under the same star-streaked night sky...
(Flashback)
"I wanna go! I wanna go! Please let me come with you Aoshi-sama!"
Misao/ Makimachi wailed; screaming in protest and throwing her frail little arms around the older boy's hips, holding on to him tightly as if for dear life./
Aoshi/ held the whimpering girl on her legs, gently pushing her as he knelt to face the tear-filled, red and swollen familiar face of his Misao. He chuckled softly at the big pout she made, tenderly drying her cheeks with his battle-callused fingers./
"Ne ne, Misao-chan," a tall masked man who stood behind the Okashira cooed at her, "Aoshi-sama won't leave you. We just couldn't take you to the city this time; it's not safe now for little girls." Hannya playfully tugged at Misao's braid, which made the little girl wail all the louder as she assumed her position inside Aoshi's embrace.
Aoshi/ stroked Misao's hair, comforting her quivers and cries. This time he had let her hold him for a while longer./
"Listen to me, Misao-chan," He talked to her in a soothing, cool tone, "Your Oji-sama asked me to go to the city for a while. You know how he gets angry when he is not followed don't you?"
Misao/ looked up at Aoshi; her teary, big blue eyes glittered like crystals as she tried to understand what her Aoshi-sama was telling her./
"You don't want me to get scolded by your Oji-sama do you?" He looked back at her with an amused expression, as the little girl nodded in cognition.
"But you promised to take me to the festival... you promised!"
To put emphasis on her complaint, Misao stomped her feet, her bright blue eyes this time shone the intensity of turbulent waters.
"But I am still going to take you to the festival," Aoshi assured her, in that unwavering, cool tone which is almost always absent of emotion-almost.
"We'll watch the fireworks together, ne? I promise to come home for you and in time for the festival."
Misao/ gazed at him with eyes of unscathed intensity as hope flickered in her quivering smile. 'Aoshi-sama won't break his promise, I know he won't!'/
Aoshi's/ own grey-blue eyes returned the warmth of her confidence in him. It rarely happens that an omnitsu betrays his emotions, if not never at any circumstance at all. Hannya knew this well; and he knew more than anyone that his Okashira is best at not having to express any emotion whatsoever./
But this is an exception. Standing before Aoshi Shinomori is the only reason he defies this unspoken rule of the Omnitsu.
"Will you promise to come home soon, Aoshi-sama?..." Misao spoke in a softer but still pressing tone, her tantrums gone at the very least.
Aoshi/ smiled. He knew he couldn't resist./
He took her small hand and placed a thin white silk ribbon on her soft palm.
"I want you to take care of that for me while I'm gone, alright Misao-chan?" Misao looked at him puzzled and wondered at the ribbon for a moment, toying with it absent-mindedly. "You promise to keep it safe, and I swear to keep mine."
"Yakusoku ne, Aoshi-sama.." Her voice small and yet adamant.
Aoshi/ leaned in and planting a soft kiss on her forehead, "Aa ," he whispered, "Yakusoku."/
(End of Flashback)
Omasu took out a woolen blanket from one of the near-by drawers and draped it around Misao's small frame.
"Well at least don't try catching a cold, " she half-scolded Misao, who was shaking off the shivers of the cold night. Omasu realized, she isn't as near as to giving up any time soon.
"Arigato, Omasu-neechan," Misao beamed at her.
"Oyasumi, Misao-chan," Omasu whispered as she gave the little girl a quick hug. Quietly then, she stepped out of the room, giving a short glance at Misao. Omasu smiled to herself and slid close the shoji.
Misao held the white silk ribbon, intertwined loosely between her fingers.
"Aoshi-sama..." she murmured as she drifted off to sleep.
Yakusoku//.
To be continued...
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Translations:
Yakusoku/ /means 'promise'.
Shoji is the wooden sliding door.
Okashira/ /means 'Leader'.
Omnitsu is a Ninja Warrior.
Author's Notes:
This is the cleaner version, I just edited a few minor parts. The second installation to this mini-series is on its way, getting done Jalready-finally after such a long time of not updating!
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