We Carry On | By : Zerianyu Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 1057 -:- Recommendations : 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. |
I do not Own Misao or Aoshi, they belong to anyone associated with the
company that producers, as well as the author. Rurouni Kenshin. I don't make any money off teh stoy or anything else.
I also don’t own the song it belongs to, those who produced it, sang it and
wrote it own it as well. Its called Carry on, sung by Tim McGraw. I highly
suggest you listen to thst while reading it.
I’m not sure if this would be in the angst category or not, so I’ll put that
down just to be on the safe side. I hope you all like the story.
Italics are song lyrics,
Bold Italics are memories from a person k.
A young man follows a woman down the street, her long dark braid flowing in
the slight wind. He glances around the area, as the wind does nothing to cool
the hotness around them.
He hasn’t seen a drop of rain for months it seems
Rolling river is nothing but a trickling stream
His mind wanders as she turns down a street called River Ends. His mind then
wanders to the river, which flows close to that part of town. He decides to
take the path to the river and see what it looks like after the drought,
they’ve been having.
Crops are dying in the harsh sunlight
The dust on his tongue is dry
The young woman walks down the street, groceries in her arms. A smile on her
face as she walks on the sidewalk, kids screaming in joy as they play in their
yards. The young woman smiles as memories come to mind. They were sad memories,
but where her life was now made them all worthwhile.
The fatted calf is down to skin and bones
We carry on
The woman stops at a house, an old Victorian style house, with three
stories, an attic and basement. The house was kept in pretty good shape, there
weren’t any weeds growing in the yard or garden. Flowers bloomed, though a tad
wilted, and the grass was slightly yellow from lack of water. Her eyes looked
up to the sky as the sun shown brightly. It hadn’t rained in a while, and thus
there was a drought in their city. Water was limited, and the lawn could only
be watered once every other day. She looked at the brick path, which had some
dirt on it. She slowly placed one of her heels on the path and walked toward
the house.
She looked over the house and smiled at the faded yellow color. The white
shutters, that didn’t move, the slim balconies that stood outside the second
and third story windows. A flutter of a memory came to her mind.
“Misao get away from there now, those are not to be walked on, you are
suppose to be in hiding, not flaunting yourself out in the open.” A younger
Misao standing on one of the balcony’s on the third floor, an elder woman
standing inside the window frame calling out to her.
“I want to be free I don’t want to be in hiding forever.” Misao had
yelled.
Misao smiled at the memory. It wasn’t a wonderful memory, by no means at
all. It was a memory that brought, why she was at this place, to light. She
stepped up on to the step and approached the faded red door. She ran her
fingers down the door, the paint still felt smooth after 5 years. A faint smile
fluttered across her features.
A 17-year-old Misao was being escorted, by two female
police officers. The officer on the right knocked harshly on the door, three
resounding thuds seem to echo off the door. The door was opened slowly an old
woman poking her head out.
“My what happened to this young one?” The officer on the left motioned
to go inside and the old woman opened the door, the two officers pushing Misao
inside. The two officers then entered and the door shut.
Misao shivered at the memory. That was the first time coming to this house.
It was suppose to be a safe haven for woman.
Alone in the city and she’s only seventeen
The old woman motioned for the officers and a younger Misao to have a
seat on the couch. The officers shook their heads and forced Misao to sit. “So
what has happened to this young one?”
The boy left her black and blue, on the streets of mean
“She was standing on the sidewalk battered and bloody, she’s been to
the hospital and nothing seems to be broken, just a lot of bruises. She’s also
pregnant, the father of her child did this to her. Then threw her out on the
streets.” One of the officers said.
Just twelve weeks along and she’s got a life inside her
“So you brought her here hmm?” The old woman handed Misao a cup of
tea. “Please drink this it may clam you some.”
Misao nodded numbly. She took a sip of the tea and sighed. “Thank
you.” Misao said with no feeling to the words. The old woman nodded at Misao
and then looked back at the officers.
“I’ll be happy to take care of her, seeing she needs the help, but
dear are you afraid he will come after you again?” The old woman asked
“Yes,” Misao gulped down some more tea. Tears brimming in her eyes as
she remembered the night they had shared. It was so passionate to her, yet the
next day when he promptly agreed, with no hesitation at all, gave her no clue
that it wasn’t like that for him. He barely saw her after that night and if
they did see one another he wanted to have sex with her, then would yell at her
to leave afterwards.
“Why my dear?” The old woman saw the tears and knelt down.
Says she’s never ever felt so alone
“He told me if I didn’t get rid of it by the next time he saw me, that
he would kill it along with me.” Misao broke into full-blown out sobs. The
woman wrapped her arms around the girl.
“He won’t hurt you here okay.” The old woman tried to sooth Misao.
Misao nodded grabbing onto her and crying. “Thank you.” Misao wailed
as she cried brokenly into her arms.
She walks into the shelter and they say welcome home
“You officers may go, I think you have helped all you can.” A little
while after the officers left Misao’s tears starts to subside she let go of the
old woman’s clothing. “Welcome to your new home my dear.”
And we carry on
That was the first time Misao could ever remember feeling completely safe.
She leaned her forehead against the door as her left hand dropped the bag of
groceries. She slid down the door, now sitting on her knees. Tears came from
her eyes as she tried to hold them back. It had been so long since she really
thought about that time in her life.
When our lives come undone
“Misao, my dear it’s time to rise and shine. I understand it’s your
first day and I wanted to show you something.” A light tap on her door woke her
along with Mother Min’s voice. She sat up and looked at the door and sighed.
She glanced around he surroundings.
We carry on
“I’ll be a minute, I need to dress.” A yawn escaped her mouth.
“No time my dear, just grab the robe hanging on the back of your door
okay.” Min’s voice was calm and seemed to hold a soft laughter.
A smile came to Misao’s lips. “Okay I’ll do that.” For the first time
Misao didn’t have to do as ordered if she didn’t want to, now she had a choice.
She flung the covers back and got out of bed, padding across the cold floor.
She grabbed the robe and flung in on yanking the door open.
“Let us hurry, or we will miss the glorious show hmm?”
“What show would that be?” Misao asked puzzled. They walked up a
flight of stairs to the third floor. “It’s so cold this morning.” Misao
mumbled.
“You’ll see what and why in a moment dear.”
Cause there’s promise in the morning sun
They came upon the landing of the third floor and walked to the end of
the hall to a medium sized window just in time to see the beginning of the sun
come over the mountains. A gasp escaped Misao as she watched it.
We carry on
“My dear life gets you down and you need to pull through, you also
have a life to live for as well. That little one will need you just as you’ll
come to need it.” The woman smiled as the sun continued to rise over the
mountain.
We were born to overcome
Misao smiled as she placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it, the door
creaked as it opened to a dark house. The last remaining rays of the sunlight
seemed to flicker on the floor near the door. She glanced back at the light
coming over the other houses. She walked into the house as her heels clicked
against the wood floor. She glanced around the dusty place, more memories
coming to her mind.
“Misao dear you have to share the table with the other girls, you’ve
got all your books strung about like you’re the only one that lives here.” Min
chuckled as she watched Misao studying hard
“I know, but I have so much to catch up on.” Misao wined.
“Yes, yes but you can only do one subject at a time, pile the other
books near you feet and let the others have some of the table.” Min suggested.
“Okay.” A loud sigh came from Misao and she gathered her books up and
placed them in a neat pile at the foot of her chair. “Much better, girls come
in and start your homework now!” Min hollered and many groans came from the
next room.
We carry on
Misao placed her hand on the table running it the length of it, leaving a
trail of her handprint as it took the dust away. Slowly she walked away from
the dining room, passing the open kitchen. She came to the staircase and slowly
ascended the stairs.
“Momma Min, why does Misao get her own room?” A young girl asked as
she watched Misao go into the last room on the second floor.
“It’s because she’s going to have a baby soon, she needs to be alone
sometimes and with all the people living here it’s hard. If she doesn’t have some
alone time she’ll get irritable and no one will be able to handle it okay
Tess.”
“Okay.” Tess replied happily. “Do you think she’d mind if I went and
said hello to her, while mommies helping you?”
“I don’t think she’d mind. I think she’d be happy to have a friend.”
Misao hurried to her bed, she’d been standing next to the door. She
saw Tess stop at the jarred door. Her little hand came up to knock and then
fell before she did. “Do I see someone out there?” Misao tried to suppress her
laughter.
“Umm, can I come in?” He voice was small and weak.
“Sure, just push the door open.” The little girl placed her hands on
the door and opened it. She stared at Misao, and stayed near the door.
“You can come over here if you want, I wont bite, I promise.” Misao
made her voice sound childish so she wouldn’t frighten the girl.
“Okay.” Tess said again. She walked slowly toward Misao. Misao waited
until she was two feet away then stood and quickly scooped the girl into her
arms. “Ahh, wee that was fun.” Tess giggled.
“I’m glad, I promise I won’t hurt you, you wanna play?” Misao
questioned as she placed Tess on her bed.
“Yeah!” Tess raised her voice. Misao smiled and nodded.
Beyond the picket fences and the old wells
Misao glanced around the room. It had been hers when she’d been living in
this house. She placed her hand on the bed and push down. It was just as soft
as ever. She looked to the window and the walked to it.
The happy endings and the fairy tales
The view from this window was of the back yard, it had a well in it and a
low white washed, wood fence. The grass was really high and it looked as though
it was covered in weeds.
Is the reality of shattered lives and broken dreams
The vision Misao saw, made her turn her eyes away. The tall grass made her
come back to the present. The tall grass in the back only made her think about
what she didn’t want to think about true. Misao lowered her eyes and looked
around her room. It was so dusty, now it had been three months since she’d been
hospitalized. Min was the only mother she could really remember.
We carry on
Her own mother had died when she was young, so Min was all she could
remember now. Until she’d met Min she had really vague memories of her mother,
now it was like Min took up all her memories, her mothers were still there,
just buried deeply. Misao sighed as tears formed in her eyes once more.
Carry on
Misao looked out the window once more, holding the tears back. ‘It wasn’t
true.' She kept screaming in her mind. ‘It wasn’t true.’ Misao shook
her head her gaze traveling to her bed once more.
“Min, can you...” Misao trailed off. Min was walking out of her room.
Min turned around at he doorway and looked at Misao. “What is it
dear?” She had a smile on her face.
“I shouldn’t be asking anything I’ve only been here three days. I’m
sorry.” Misao mumbled sliding under her covers, turning her back to the
doorway, where Min was still standing. Misao covered her head with the blanket
and tried to hold back the tears.
“My dear, if it’s not too much to ask, you can ask. The most I could
do is tell you know you can’t have it.” Min smiled as she was now standing near
Misao’s bed.
Misao uncovered her head. “I just wanted to ask if you would read me a
story?” Misao mumbled, a blush coming to her cheeks, as she must have sounded
childish.
“Now that is a problem, a couple other children want me to read them
one as well.” Min smiled happily as Misao sat up.
“They could come in here and we could all listen. They could sleep in
here tonight.” Misao smiled as Min.
“Why I think that’s a great idea, I’ll go get them.”
“I’ll go to.” Misao threw her covers back. A bright smile was on both
women’s faces as they headed to the other rooms to gather the children up.
Misao looked toward the door hoping that she’d see Min, but no one was
there. No one was left living in this place. They’d all had to go when Min went
to the hospital, no one was there to pay for what they needed they had all been
moved to another safe house across town. The tears streamed down her face as
she walked to the door.
It’s the family that grieves for a lost loved one
“Why couldn’t you be here, why did you have to go. I still need you.” Misao
screamed to the empty house. She grabbed onto the doorframe and fell to her
knees again. Sobs were wracking her body as she let the news she’d heard sink
in. She’d gone to the hospital and seen the empty bed, but still, it was empty,
no body. She could have gone to her house. Misao had walked from the hospital
to the market, only thinking she’d make a short stop. Her husband had wanted to
come along, but she’d wanted to come alone. “Why did you have to die?” Misao
sobbed into the floor "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!” Misao screamed into the
air. She collapsed on the floor, still sobbing.
It’s the solider who, won’t leave till the job is done
The man walked to the river, finding it was only a small stream now
trickling down the wide bed. He took a deep breath, rain was coming and he
needed to hurry and go gather his wife from where she was. It would be hard for
her to handle when the news sank in.
He’d need to be there for her to gain comfort and go on living. He’d known
she wanted to come alone, and be alone. But when news of a family member dying
came, it always made one sad. He’d been holding his tears back all day since
he’d received the call.
It was sad that his grandmother had died from illness. She had only been in
her early 70’s. She ran the house all by herself, with the help of the woman
living with her, it turned into a really close safe home. All the members
seemed to be a true family. It was hard for all the woman to leave, they’d
wanted to stay and get jobs to keep staying there, as all they had to do was
pay the bills and get the food. Sadly since they were all hiding, it wasn’t
allowed for them to do so. His family was rich, but if no member of their
family was going to stay there, then it could no longer stay a safe haven for
woman.
Aoshi turned around and walked back along the path. His memories going back
to when he’d met his wife and his grandmother for the first time.
It’s the addict trying to turn his life around
“Mother dearest, can you not take him and be the family he needs? I
want to so be there for him, but I can not.” A woman in her late thirties asked
over the phone.
“My dear you are his mother, but since you’re in the
hospital I can take care of him.” The old woman said to her daughter.
“Thank you mother, I wish I were well enough to go and take care of
him, but I can’t leave this bed. The accident has made me loose the use of my
legs for the time being. I am also unable to get out of the hospital yet,
because they are still checking if I have any internal bleeding.” The woman in
her thirties voice saddened.
“You will get well my dear, now you can send him here, but I can not
go pick him up I have women here that I need to talk to, because most of them
are all afraid of men. You know that dear. I have to do some rearranging of
rooms as well, so you will have to find a way to send him here.”
“Thank you mother, I know the exact way I will have to
get him there, expect a couple officers at your door soon. Thank you again
mother.”
The phone call ended.
True he had not been around when the phone call had taken place, but his
grandmother had told him most of the conversation when he’d wound up at her
doorstep.
“Let me go!” A males voice yelled as he was being dragged toward the
red door.
“You will come with us now!” One of the officers yelled. “You’ll stay
here or you’ll go to jail.” The young mans struggling ceased. He walked quietly
up to the door with the two officers. One of the officers knocked on the door.
“I don’t see why I have to come live with woman that fear me...” The
young mans sentence died as the door was opened by, a short dark haired girl. A
smile on her face she glanced at the officers and the young man. “Min, your
grandson is here.” Her voice was cheery as she called for her.
“Thank you Misao dear.” Min stated as she stepped in front of the
girl. “Aaa, Aoshi How are you dear child?”
“Fine.”
“Ma’am?” One of the officers questioned
“Yes.” Min stated with a smile on her face. “He’s been
into drugs as of late one more offence and he’ll go to jail. I suggest you keep
him in this house.” The office said gruffly shoving Aoshi forward.
“I’ll be sure to do that officer. Please do come in Aoshi.”
Aoshi stared at the path ahead. That was the first time he had seen her.
Aoshi had walked into a deserted house it seemed, at first. If he
hadn’t heard the slamming of doors up stairs he would have thought the only two
occupants of the house were his grandmother and that girl. He sighed as he
looked over to them. The girl was sitting down at the table a pencil in one
hand, while her other hand was being used to read sentences in a book.
“Why are you staring at me?” Misao questioned, still reading her book.
“I was just wondering how you could live here while still in school?”
Aoshi replied his voice cold.
“Well ask, don’t just stare, have you had dinner yet?” Min scolded and
questioned in the same sentence.
“No.” Aoshi replied sighing, as he knew he’d not be able to do
anything with her watchful eyes.
“Well have a seat and we can eat. The others have
already eaten, but I waited until you came to eat,” A smile gracing the kind
old woman’s face.
“Thank you,” Aoshi replied as he sat down, a plate set in front of
him.
“Can I have another serving of mashed potato’s Min?”
“Sure you can.” Min left the dinning room and entered the kitchen once
more bringing two plates. “Here you are Misao.”
Misao took the plate and set it next to her book. She finished her
sentence and then looked at the plate. “Momma MIN!” Misao called as she saw the
plate full of food.
“You’ll do fine on those exams, now put the books away for the night
and eat properly girl.”
“Okay,” Misao agreed laughing and placed the book on the top of the
pile at her feet. “You know its not that I don’t eat, its just I have Meng
sitting next to me. She likes to snag my food, thinking I’m not looking.” Misao
chatted as she shoved a mouthful of potatoes in her mouth.
“Yes I’ve seen her do that a few times, she only has to ask and she
can have a third portion, but she doesn’t want to seem greedy. Her mother would
have a fit if she had thirds.” Min chatted back.
“I know, but she’s a growing girl and she needs to eat, she is playing
sports after all. She’s only 10 years old.” Misao happily replied as she took a
bite of the chicken fried steak.
“Ohh sorry dear, I’m not use to men, I guess we should shut our traps
about the girl talk hmm Misao.”
“Ahh, yeah I guess your right.” Misao laughed as she took another bite
of her dinner.
“What is the real reason, you waited for me grandmother?” Aoshi
question.
“Smart boy aren’t you. You know those drugs are bad for you and can
prohibit your learning?” Min smiled.
“I got caught I won’t do it again.” Aoshi replied his voice Neutral.
“Wow he’s got tolerance, most people would have gotten angry.” Misao
stated surprised.
“I’m not most people.” Aoshi snapped.
“I didn’t say you were.” Misao snapped back placing her fork on her
now empty plate.
“You seem to assume it.” Aoshi replied.
“I was just stating...”
“Misao.” Min responded trying to break the argument.
“That I should act and be like everyone else.” Aoshi finished ignoring
his grandmother.
“I said no such thing, do not put words in my mouth.” Misao stood up
angrily.
“I may be putting words in your mouth, but I’m sure you were thinking
them.” Aoshi finished his meal and placed his fork on the plate. Min watched
the two and smirked. She stood up retrieving every ones plates. She walked into
the kitchen as the argument continued,
“I can see why the other woman don’t want to eat with men, jumping to
conclusions.” Misao’s eyes widened and covered her mouth.
It’s picking your self up off the ground
Aoshi blinked at her, ‘So I being compared to other men?’ Aoshi
thought. “Well I can see why a man would rather not be around you.” Aoshi
stated bluntly. Missing the look of horror on Misao's face when she’d blurted
her words out.
“Aoshi!” Min had yelled at his words
SLAP
Aoshi looked up at the fuming, yet hurt woman, his right hand going to
his cheek. “I hate you.” She whispered as tears came from her eyes. She ran out
of the room.
When you’ve been knocked down
Aoshi picked himself up off the ground and turned to leave the house
when he was hit in the face with a metal cooking sheet. He landed on his butt
once more. “Boy you even think of leaving this house and you’ll wish you
hadn’t.” He looked up at his angry grandmother. “You’ve got a mouth just like
your father. When you use it you should try putting your brain to work as
well.” She scolded as she threw the cooking sheet into the sink. “These woman
have been beaten by men, and in her case it’s worse, she’s going to have a
child by the man who did it.” Min growled in frustration.
“Most woman have children do they not?” Aoshi’s voice remained
emotionless.
“Yes, but they’ve already had the children by the time they’ve come
here. She’s the first I’ve ever taken care with the child still inside of her.”
Min clasped a hand over her mouth. “Now look at you boy, you’ve got me blurting
things out. Get up to your room and stay in there. You step one foot outside
that room before the nights over you’ll be living in hell boy.” Her eyes were
glowing with anger.
“Right.” Aoshi stated as he got up, “Uh, where is my room?”
“It’s the third floor, first door on the right.” Min growled as Aoshi
ran toward the stairs, or where he thought they were. He found them and hurried
up the stairs. He was thinking about the fight that he opened the door on the
left instead of the right.
“AHH!” Misao screamed as she held her nightgown over the front of her.
“GET OUT OF HERE!” Misao hollered as she backed away from the door.
Aoshi gulped and slammed the door shut, racing to his room and
slamming his door as well. He collapsed on the bed and pulled the pillow over
his head. ‘This will be fun.’
We carry on
Aoshi snickered as he remembered that. It had taken him quite a while to get
back into Misao’s good graces. He smiled at remembering his first kiss with
her.
When our lives come undone
“It’s so pretty outside tonight, you can see the stars.” Misao did a
spin in the field of grass.
“Why are you out here with me?” Aoshi had questioned. They’d had
another fight and this time she followed him when he walked away in the middle.
Aoshi was sitting in a tree on a low branch his toes touching the ground.
We Carry on
“We always fight, afterwards you’re usually quiet. I thought maybe we
could sit out her and watch the stars in peace.” Misao replied calmly,
flickering her braid over her shoulder, as the wind had blown it over her
shoulder.
Cause there’s promise in the morning sun
Aoshi stared at her serene face. It was so sad looking, unlike her
usual smile. She didn’t have a mask, as he did. Her emotions were worn on her
sleeve. He’d only seen her sad the first day he’d met her and that was his
fault. Her face looked toward the sky. “Is that what you really want is quiet?”
Aoshi questioned.
“I don’t really know, I like being in your company, weather we fight
or not.” Misao started to laugh. “That must sound so weird.” Misao turned her
head toward Aoshi, her eyes shining brightly with laughter.
We Carry On
Aoshi had no idea what compelled him to, but he jumped down from the
branch and approached her. She giggled at her thought still and watched him
with her eyes. Aoshi stood in front of her. “Just a little.” Aoshi growled
before his hands gripped her shoulders pulling her into a kiss, as he bent
down. Aoshi closed his eyes, ready to be smacked by her.
As the dark surrenders to the dawn
Misao was surprised when their lips met, she hadn’t expected it, she
wasn’t sure how to respond, so she just gripped the front of his shirt, letting
him kiss her. Aoshi broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air. His eyes
looked into his and he jumped back. A giggle escaping Misao, “I wasn’t sure how
to respond, you’re my first kiss.”
Aoshi’s eyes widened, ”But you’re going to bear a child?”
We were born to overcome
“Yes, well the father of my child never once kissed me on the lips.”
Misao’s smile faded. Her smile came back when she was pulled into a hug.
“Just stop frowning.” Aoshi whispered into her ear. Misao’s laughter
ran into the night.
We carry on
Aoshi came upon the house and sighed, it still looked the same, just a
little faded. He walked up the brick walkway toward the door, his eyes scanning
the yard. ‘It‘s being taken care of, but was the back yard?’ Aoshi ran a
hand through his hair. ‘So many memories.’ Aoshi stood at the step, his
eyes catching the bag of groceries. He grabbed the plastic bags, picking up the
items that had fallen onto the ground. He placed them back into the bags. He
lifted the bags up and pushed the door open the rest of the way.
When our lives come undone
“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?” He heard Misao’s scream. He placed the bags on
the table and raced to the stairs ascending them slowly as not to alert her to
his presence and hide in her old room. “I can’t believe it you can’t be gone.”
A muffled sob echoed down the hall to Aoshi. He walked as silently as he could
down the wooden floor covering the hallway. He bent down and placed a hand on
her back.
“Aoshi,” Misao gasped as she looked up. She sat up and wiped her eyes,
trying to get rid of the trace of tears.
Cause there’s promise in the morning sun
“Misao don’t,” Aoshi soothed as he stopped her hands. He opened his arms and
Misao flew into them.
“How can she be gone forever?” Misao clung to Aoshi.
“It was her time.” Aoshi soothed, “She’ll always be in your heart. Misao’s
hug tightened on him, as she felt a sob rack him. “She’ll be with the both of
us.” Aoshi’s voice cracking as he tried not to let tears fill his eyes.
“Aoshi, I’m so sorry, you were closer to her than I was.” Misao mumbled as
she sat up and let Aoshi lay his head against her chest.
“No she loved us equally.” Aoshi wrapped his arms around her chest, the
comfort helping him not to cry. Misao ran her fingers through his hair, as the
tears still fell from her eyes.
“You’re right.” Misao laughed at a memory that invaded her mind.
Aoshi listened to Misao’s voice as she laughed. “What’s funny Misao?” Her
happiness rubbing off on him.
“I just remembered how Momma Min, helped the other girls start to trust you
again.” Misao muffled more laughter.
We carry on
Aoshi backed up from Misao his eyes sparkling with laughter. “I remember as
well, it was quite funny now I think of it.”
“Misao dear, I’m going to move everyone back to their old rooms okay?”
“What?” Misao questioned taking her headphones from her ears.
“I’m going to be moving everyone back to their old rooms.” She
repeated with a smirk on her face. Her back was facing Misao as she was cooking
on the stove. Misao had her knees leaning against the edge of the table. They
fell as soon as she heard the words leave Min’s mouth. “Is Aoshi leaving?”
Misao stood up and dropped her walk-man on the table with a THUNK.
“No my dear.” A sigh was heard from Misao.
“Then where will he stay?”
“The other women have to learn to trust again, and Aoshi is one of the
gentlest men in the world. He’s just seems scary wouldn’t you agree Misao?”
“Well yeah I suppose why?”
“Good then you should have no objections to my plan.”
“Which is?” Misao questioned. She received no answer as Aoshi rushed
into the room and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and then ran back out
of the room.
“You’ll see.” Min smiled as she heard the thumping on the stairs as
Aoshi stomped down them.
“Alright where’s my stuff?” Aoshi growled.
“His stuff is missing?” Misao asked.
“No that’s not it my dear.” Min stated as she turned around. She wiped
her hands on her apron. “I’ve had his stuff moved into your old room.
“WHAT!” Aoshi and Misao both screamed.
“He,” Min smirked again. “It's the only way the other woman will trust
him, by having him be on the same floor and staying with one of the woman.
“Aren’t you even afraid of his hormones?” Misao thought up something
quickly, after all he was only a year older than her.
“No, dear.” Min stated. “I doubt he’d want to be kicked out of here,
after he’s found something.” Min stated cryptically.
“Huh?” Misao squeaked.
Aoshi glared at her, and then stomped to the second floor, any woman
coming out of their room slammed their door shut as he came down the hall.
“That was quite entertaining.” Misao mumbled.
“For you, since you kept locking me out.” Aoshi mumbled back.
“Ahh, yeah that was part of Min’s plan too though. She antied to show that
not all men threaten when their mad. You never did, you just pounded on the
door and told me to open the door. I remember once you gave up and sat in the
hallway, the other girls told me about it later. They started to trust you
remember. Nina even found a guy she liked and was able to move out after that.”
“Mmm, I do remember. I also remember as your birth date increased, I had to
care for you. I believed grandmother did that on purpose so you could have
someone help you.”
“Yes I think so to.” Misao sighed as she leaned against the wall and
motioned for Aoshi to lay his head in her lap. Aoshi did so, relishing the
feeling of her fingertips running through his hair.
“Aoshi!” Misao screamed in pain.
“What is it Misao?” Aoshi replied thinking it was just another
contraction.
“I think my water broke.” Misao replied breathing heavily.
Aoshi’s eyes widened and helped her to down the stairs. “Misao going
to have the baby we need a ride grandmother.” Aoshi called as the reached the
bottom most step.
“Oh dear, I need to stay here and wait for the new woman coming.
You’ll have to drive her.” Min handed Aoshi the keys.
“I remember that the girls watched as you did everything for me, taking me
to the car, I’m sure you would have carried me all the way if I hadn’t insisted
to walk.” Misao chuckled.
“Yes I remember, how was I suppose to know what to do.” Aoshi growled
swatting her hand away to sit up. Her hand on his shoulder made him stay.
“Stay please, I like this.” Misao closed her eyes bidding the tears to not
fall.
Aoshi stayed and the silence grew. They stayed like that for the night.
Misao fell into a light sleep, as did Aoshi. Aoshi awoke when his back started
hurting, from sleeping on the floor. He glanced at his watch hitting the light
button it. It read 4:59 am. He sat up and looked at Misao. He lifted her into
his arms as he stood. She curled into his arms.
“Go to the third floor please.” Misao mumbled. Aoshi looked down at her. He
nodded and walked up to the third floor. When he got to the landing he stopped,
“Walk to the window.” Aoshi did as he was told. He stopped in front of the
window. He opened his mouth to voice a question. “Shh.” Misao mumbled as she
looked out the window.
As the dark surrenders to the dawn
“Misao?” Aoshi questioned and then he saw the light coming over the mountain.
“Misao.” Aoshi gasped, he’d never seen the sun rise, from a setting like this.
The light seemed to trickle over the mountain and slowly shine light on the
surrounding area. They watched the sunrise and the start of a new day begin.
We were born to overcome
Aoshi and Misao left the house, locking the door. They slowly walked away
from the house turning toward the river trail. “Shall we go pick up our baby
girl?” Aoshi squeezed his wife around the shoulders walking behind her.
“I would like that a whole bunch.” Misao smiled up at him as they walked
slowly down the sidewalk. Instead of children screaming, they heard the birds
chirping as the sun warmed the air.
We carry on
They traveled the trail to the river slowly, side by side. Aoshi’s wrapped
his left arm around Misao’s waist while both of Misao’s arms were wrapped
around Aoshi’s stomach.
Carry on
The wind seemed to pick up as they approached the river, the sunlight
starting to dim as clouds covered it. It seeped through in broken parts of the
clouds. A sigh escaping both of them, “We should hurry.”
They came upon the little river, its trickling sound able to be heard as
only the birds chirped. Misao smiled as they saw a redheaded man pointing at a
bird, with a little girl wrapped in his arms.
“Shichi,” Misao called happily. The little girl turned her head.
“Mommy.” The girl called happily and raced from her mentors arms. She ran to
her mother. “Mommy.” She called again as she jumped into her mothers arms.
He stands in the field, cooled by the winds of change
The redheaded man stood up and looked over at the couple. A smiled came to
his face as the girl giggled and gave her dad a hug, while still in her
mothers’ arms. The father not reaching out to take her, as he wanted his wife
to hold her, when the rain came.
She smiled as her baby moves and it starts to rain
Misao had a bright smile on her face as her memory brought up one last
sentence to reflect from her mentor.
“My dear, life gets you down and you need to pull through, you also
have a life to live for as well. That little one will need you just as you’ll
come to need it.”
“Should we go home to our new house?” Misao questioned as she looked to her
friend.
“Yeah,” Shichi replied happily.
“Yes,” Aoshi replied as rain started to sprinkle down upon the small family.
“Lets go home to our new life.”
The family walked, quickly back down the rode as Aoshi removed his coat and
placed it over his wife’s head, protecting the two most important people in the
world to him.
Well it took me six hours to write this. I wrote it all in one sitting, and
listened to the song the entire time. It’s a really good song, I listened to
this afternoon and got a story idea from. I hope you all like it and I hope
everything is spelled right as it’s 18 pages and I want to post it right away
so I can see if anyone likes it. Please do review I love the story and I
already miss it. It’s only the second one-shot I’ve done. It’s also my first
ever song fic. I hope the flash backs and all are not confusing. If so do tell
me and I will try and fix it. Please leave a review.
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