Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Pottery 101 ❯ The Plan ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I totally don't intend to make any profit from these characters as I don't own them and probably never will.

I have to say I am pretty surprised that you people like this story because in school I totally used to do horrible in creative writing. But I am really really happy that you all love it. And thanks to all my lovely reviewers who have been nothing but nice. Oh and thanks for the chocolate chip cookie Spirit Demon ^_^ next time I want a whole box!^_^

I'm so excited because there's a new yu-gi-oh movie coming out in august and I can't wait to go see it!

"Speech" ` thoughts' **** change of scene

But anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 5

" There is no way on hell that I am going to ask Hiko Seijuro to teach me how to make pottery!" said a very pissed off Misao. She didn't understand how Okon and Omasu could go crazy over that man. He was so arrogant and vain. They never seemed to get along very much in the first place so why in the hell would they expect her to want to ask him for any sort of help.

" But our Hiko-sama is a very talented man, right Omasu?" said a very scary Okon who's eyes were practically bulging out of her head and her mouth was contorted in a sick smile.

" Oh yes he is very talented in many areas, many other areas" she cooed suggestively. Then all of a sudden both Okon and Omasu started to giggle like crazy.

" Will you two get your minds out of the gutters, this is no time to be having hentai thoughts when I have a serious problem on my hands." Misao was really tired of all the Hiko-sama talk. All she heard was that Hiko was so sexy, Hiko was so handsome, Hiko was this, and Hiko was that for the past few minutes. If she heard anything else about Hiko Seijuro she was going to go crazy. I mean how can they be so obsessed with that man. But she would never admit to them that she actually found him to be both sexy and attractive. She wasn't supposed to notice any other man besides Aoshi and well everyone else thought she didn't so she wasn't going to say anything.(AN: no one can resist Hiko-sama ^_^)

" Oh alright Misao-chan, but this is the only way for you to get Aoshi-san a new tea set." Both Okon and Omasu had managed to calm down but every now and then they would go back into Hiko-sama mode.

" Yes Misao-chan, this is the only way for you to not spend money and just think, you'll finally be able to put all your love into the gift since you are the one making it for him" said Okon who was now looking at various different hairpins Misao had. " Misao dear you need some new hairpins for Aoshi-san's party. You don't want to look the way you are looking now on his birthday now do you."

" Hai Okon, I'll get some new ones when I come back from my vacation. And by the way, how are you going to get Hiko to agree to teach me how to make pottery, I'm sure he will not be willing to teach anyone. You know how anti-social he is." She was actually warming up to the idea since it involved no kind of money at all and she could try to act civilized around him. But she was sure he would never agree to teach her how to make pottery besides she was sure all he knew how to make were sake jugs.

" Oh you don't worry about that dear, we have our ways. He will teach you don't you worry, we'll make sure of it" said a smirking Omasu. She looked at Okon and they nodded in agreement.

" But how long does it take to learn how to make pottery? I mean I'm sure it takes some years to master It.," said a nervous Misao who was pacing back and forth. ` This is never going to work, Aoshi's birthday is only five weeks, six hours and twenty-five minutes away.' How was she to learn how to make pottery in such little time?

" Well Misao-chan you will have to give up your vacation and be very dedicated to learning how to do it, that is the only way you can do it" said Okon who was looking through Misao's closet at her clothes.

She pulled out a blue silk kimono and was examining it. " Misao this is a very lovely kimono, I think you should wear it to Aoshi's party, you will look so lovely in it."

Omasu who got up and was looking at it now as well said " yes this is a very lovely kimono Misao, where did you get it?"

" It was my mother's, Jiya gave it to me not so long ago. He actually gave some other things from her as well. And yes Okon I will be wearing it to Aoshi's party. But enough of that, I will be leaving Saturday for Hiko's place since it takes a few days to reach there. Oh and before I forget, don't forget to send the invitations out. I suppose we will have to invite Hiko to the party as well."

" Really Misao? That would be great if he would come, thanks Misao." By now Okon and Omasu were dancing around in circles singing a song they made up which was obviously about their Hiko-sama.

" Well I have some business to take care of and don't forget to keep this a secret, I don't want Aoshi or Okina to know where I am going, especially Okina." With that Misao got up and exited her room leaving behind a smiling Okon and Omasu.

" Omasu did you notice something?" asked Okon who was still looking at the closed shoji screens.

" You did too huh?" answered Omasu who was looking at Okon with a smile on her face.

" Yes she called him Aoshi, no sama added on, just Aoshi. She really is in love with that man, its no longer a childhood crush, let's make sure her gift is the most special of all."

" So what are we getting Aoshi-san? The usual I take it." said Omasu. They looked at each and started to giggle.

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It was that time of day that Aoshi liked most, afternoon. It was so peaceful in the afternoons, always quiet and windy. He would usually sit and admire nature and its beauty in absolute silence like he usually did. But afternoons also brought something else. He would get to spend some time with Misao. Just the two of them together. He truly enjoyed the time he spent with her every afternoon, he would get to discreetly stare at her when she wasn't looking and listen to her angelic voice talk about what she did for the day or Himura's woman. He could sit there for hours upon hours silently admiring her beauty and grace. Everyone thought that he spent all day meditating but most of his time was spent thinking about Misao.

He wondered what she would get him for his birthday. He always liked her gifts most and was always surprised by what she would get him. Normally he didn't care about gifts or birthdays but upon his return to the Aoiya he always looked forward to his birthday because that meant he would receive a gift from Misao. He didn't give a rat's ass about anyone else present but he always looked forward to Misao's gift. To him it was as if she was giving a piece of herself to him and there was nothing more in the world he wanted. Yes he wanted her, and badly too. He had spent too many years alone and in pain, but she had saved him from the darkness. She was his light, his angel who saved him from the ice that threatened to encase his heart.

He wondered if they would have the usual party this year. He never enjoyed those parties even if they were held in his honor. By the end of the night he was the only sober person standing for he refused to drink sake and make an ass out of himself in front of Misao. It wasn't that he didn't like sake but he was what it did to him. He would lose control of his emotions and that was something he didn't want to ever happen in this lifetime or the next. Then there was that chicken haired punk who Misao always had to invite. If Sagara wasn't drinking and making a fool of himself he was stuffing food in his mouth or trying to get him to drink sake which Aoshi would always decline very politely at first and then would end up having to threaten to chop his head off or something along those lines. Then there was Battousai and his woman who would end up with giggling fits by the end of the night before she knocked out cold. And he had to sit and listen to Battousai mutter oro for every little thing that happened. One would never guess that the oro muttering idiot was the great Hitokiri Battousai by just looking at him.

But he would stay for the whole night just so he could see Misao's cheeks turn a cute shade of pink every time she took a sip of sake from her cup. Then she would start to giggle like crazy as Okina would probably start to sing some nonsense he made up on the spot or he was arguing with the Chicken haired punk about how he could drink the most sake without coming up for air. That honor belonged to Battousai's master, Hiko Seijuro. The man was a walking jug of sake. There was never a time he was seen without a jug in his presence. But he wouldn't tell them that because as soon as anyone metioned the name Hiko Seijuro they would end up having to listen to Okon and Omasu go on and on about he was so this and that and then the battousai would start his oroing about some rather suggestive comment the two made.

He looked out through the window he sat near by and saw someone coming. He didn't even have to have a good look at the person to know who it was. The braid swinging back and forth was a clear give away. He walked over to his usual spot and sat down and waited patiently for her to come to him.

I'm really sorry that this chapter is so short and so boring. Well please take it easy on me please. I hope I don't lose too many readers because of its shitiness. But I promise that the next chapter will be much better than this crap and longer too. Well goodbye for now, cheers ^_^