Sakura Kisses
folder
Rurouni Kenshin › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,358
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Rurouni Kenshin › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,358
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Rurouni Kenshin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Birthday Dreams
Disclaimer: I own nothing and that includes these wonderful characters. You can try and sue, but again, I own nothing.
Author\'s note: This is my first RK fanfic. Rated a very Disney like PG for now. Will change with later chapters. May contain a little OOC, but am trying to keep characters as true to anime/manga dipiction. I\'m a feedback slut, so please R&R.
******************************************************
Sakura Kisses
Aoshi Shinamori slowly walked the path toward the Zen Temple. Today was the first day, in quite a while, that he felt the need to come out here to meditate. He stopped and raised his face to the early autumn sun and a small smile raised the corners of his mouth.
Slowly.
That’s the tempo his life took these days. Slowly, he was starting to heal from wounds of the mind and spirit. Slowly, he was learning to forgive himself for past mistakes and hurts. Slowly, his heart was beginning to thaw. And slowly, thanks to a certain stubborn, little girl whose bright chatter kept him too busy to wallow in self-pity, he was learning to smile and laugh again.
“Misao-chan.” He thought fondly. Just as suddenly the smile turned into a scowl, “No, not *little* any more.”
He picked up his pace and headed towards the temple, once again remembering the reason why he felt the need to meditate.
********************************************
Earlier that day…
“Aoshi-sama…” Misao Makimachi began her voice trailing off and her eyes lowering uncharacteristically.
Aoshi looked up from the book he was reading and barely had time to mask a look of surprise before she lifted her eyes back to his.
Misao, nineteen today, stood before him. Her long black hair unbound and hanging in tousled waves down her back. Her jade colored eyes, usually bright and dancing, were filled with a mixture of shyness and anxiety. She slowly drew one tabi covered foot behind the other and nibbled, a habit Aoshi was finding alarmingly disconcerting as of late, at her plump bottom lip. She stood uncertainly before him in the new dragonfly patterned kimono that Okina had bought her. In her small hands, she gently held the onyx comb and hair ornaments that he had given her.
“Thank you. Ummm…for these.” She held the gift out to him as if he had questioned what she was thanking him for.
“You’re welcome, Misao.” He said gravely.
“Yes, well…” She stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on a spot above his head.
Aoshi smothered a smile, “You look very lovely today.”
Her eyes shot to his, a huge smile on her face, “Really?”
“Yes, very befitting a young girl your age.”
“Young… girl…” She mumbled as she walked away, “Geez, Aoshi, just pat me on the head and put me to bed with my *blankie* while you’re at it.”
“Pardon me?” He asked her departing back.
“Nothing!” She huffed.
Aoshi blinked in surprise at the vase that came flying into the room, missing his head by mere inches. He stared thoughtfully at the doorway then glanced back at the mess left by the shattered vase.
“What the hell did I say?” He asked the broken pieces.
************************************************
“Omasu,” Misao asked, storming into the sitting room and spotting the older woman preparing the tea.
“Yes, honeylamb?” Omasu sang out as she continued arranging cups.
“Are *all* men idiots?” Misao asked as she threw herself down on a cushion and began twining her hair into it’s customary braid.
Okon, coming in at that moment carrying an armful of serving tray, snorted, “Don’t get me started on men. Sure, they have their uses, but otherwise…” She put the trays down and added under her breath, “The older they get, the more idiotic they become…especially one in particular.”
Omasu and Misao shared a look of amusement as they caught the last of Okon’s sentence. Poor Okon, her sorta/kinda romance with a certain Master Hiko was giving *her* fits and *everyone* else fodder for hilarity.
Omasu turned her attention back to Misao and watched as she braided her hair, scowled at it, unwound it and began braiding it again using sharp agitated movements. “Honeylamb, what has you so cross?”
Misao rolled her eyes and pointed in the general direction of Aoshi’s room with her chin, “That baka! That…that…that…blue-eyed oni! Lovely, as befitting a young girl your age, he says! Young *girl*, I’m nineteen today! Nineteen, you hear me Aoshi, *nineteen*!”
“If he didn’t hear you, Mi-chan. The boy’s either deaf or on the next train out of Kyoto.” Okina called from the garden.
Misao turned troubled eyes to them, “Most girls my age are married and mothers by now. He still sees me as a child. How do I make him see me as a woman? How do I make him take my feelings for him seriously?”
Okon knelt beside her and placed a gentle hand upon her shoulder, “Mi-chan, you must remember Aoshi has known you since you were but a babe in arms, When he and the others left, you were still a young child to them. That’s the memory he took of you. He needs time to adjust to the fact that you are now a woman grown.”
Misao sighed, then with her eyes dancing once more she said, “So, I’m guessing that throwing a vase at him doesn’t add to the image of a more mature me in Aoshi’s mind?”
To Be Continued...
Author\'s note: This is my first RK fanfic. Rated a very Disney like PG for now. Will change with later chapters. May contain a little OOC, but am trying to keep characters as true to anime/manga dipiction. I\'m a feedback slut, so please R&R.
******************************************************
Sakura Kisses
Aoshi Shinamori slowly walked the path toward the Zen Temple. Today was the first day, in quite a while, that he felt the need to come out here to meditate. He stopped and raised his face to the early autumn sun and a small smile raised the corners of his mouth.
Slowly.
That’s the tempo his life took these days. Slowly, he was starting to heal from wounds of the mind and spirit. Slowly, he was learning to forgive himself for past mistakes and hurts. Slowly, his heart was beginning to thaw. And slowly, thanks to a certain stubborn, little girl whose bright chatter kept him too busy to wallow in self-pity, he was learning to smile and laugh again.
“Misao-chan.” He thought fondly. Just as suddenly the smile turned into a scowl, “No, not *little* any more.”
He picked up his pace and headed towards the temple, once again remembering the reason why he felt the need to meditate.
********************************************
Earlier that day…
“Aoshi-sama…” Misao Makimachi began her voice trailing off and her eyes lowering uncharacteristically.
Aoshi looked up from the book he was reading and barely had time to mask a look of surprise before she lifted her eyes back to his.
Misao, nineteen today, stood before him. Her long black hair unbound and hanging in tousled waves down her back. Her jade colored eyes, usually bright and dancing, were filled with a mixture of shyness and anxiety. She slowly drew one tabi covered foot behind the other and nibbled, a habit Aoshi was finding alarmingly disconcerting as of late, at her plump bottom lip. She stood uncertainly before him in the new dragonfly patterned kimono that Okina had bought her. In her small hands, she gently held the onyx comb and hair ornaments that he had given her.
“Thank you. Ummm…for these.” She held the gift out to him as if he had questioned what she was thanking him for.
“You’re welcome, Misao.” He said gravely.
“Yes, well…” She stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on a spot above his head.
Aoshi smothered a smile, “You look very lovely today.”
Her eyes shot to his, a huge smile on her face, “Really?”
“Yes, very befitting a young girl your age.”
“Young… girl…” She mumbled as she walked away, “Geez, Aoshi, just pat me on the head and put me to bed with my *blankie* while you’re at it.”
“Pardon me?” He asked her departing back.
“Nothing!” She huffed.
Aoshi blinked in surprise at the vase that came flying into the room, missing his head by mere inches. He stared thoughtfully at the doorway then glanced back at the mess left by the shattered vase.
“What the hell did I say?” He asked the broken pieces.
************************************************
“Omasu,” Misao asked, storming into the sitting room and spotting the older woman preparing the tea.
“Yes, honeylamb?” Omasu sang out as she continued arranging cups.
“Are *all* men idiots?” Misao asked as she threw herself down on a cushion and began twining her hair into it’s customary braid.
Okon, coming in at that moment carrying an armful of serving tray, snorted, “Don’t get me started on men. Sure, they have their uses, but otherwise…” She put the trays down and added under her breath, “The older they get, the more idiotic they become…especially one in particular.”
Omasu and Misao shared a look of amusement as they caught the last of Okon’s sentence. Poor Okon, her sorta/kinda romance with a certain Master Hiko was giving *her* fits and *everyone* else fodder for hilarity.
Omasu turned her attention back to Misao and watched as she braided her hair, scowled at it, unwound it and began braiding it again using sharp agitated movements. “Honeylamb, what has you so cross?”
Misao rolled her eyes and pointed in the general direction of Aoshi’s room with her chin, “That baka! That…that…that…blue-eyed oni! Lovely, as befitting a young girl your age, he says! Young *girl*, I’m nineteen today! Nineteen, you hear me Aoshi, *nineteen*!”
“If he didn’t hear you, Mi-chan. The boy’s either deaf or on the next train out of Kyoto.” Okina called from the garden.
Misao turned troubled eyes to them, “Most girls my age are married and mothers by now. He still sees me as a child. How do I make him see me as a woman? How do I make him take my feelings for him seriously?”
Okon knelt beside her and placed a gentle hand upon her shoulder, “Mi-chan, you must remember Aoshi has known you since you were but a babe in arms, When he and the others left, you were still a young child to them. That’s the memory he took of you. He needs time to adjust to the fact that you are now a woman grown.”
Misao sighed, then with her eyes dancing once more she said, “So, I’m guessing that throwing a vase at him doesn’t add to the image of a more mature me in Aoshi’s mind?”
To Be Continued...