Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Venomous Revelations ❯ Ice Begins To Melt ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Serenitychan13 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.02.2004 | Updated On: 01.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 799 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.02.2004 | Updated On: 01.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 799 | Status: Completed
Venomous Revelations
A Romantic Drama by: Serenity-chan
POV = * *
Thoughts = ' '
Speaking = " " (Did I really need to say that?)
Ice Begins To Melt
"What should I do?" Aoshi asked tonelessly.
"Definitely try to get her to drink lots of water when she's conscious," replied Megumi, mostly thinking out loud. "I'll leave several different kinds of tea. And I'm not sure if she'll feel like eating, but rice and miso soup should be plenty."
Aoshi nodded in silent agreement. He waited patiently for Megumi to give him any other information he might need to know, but she just kept on babbling to herself. After making a mental note to leave written instructions, her nervously chattering voice faded away. Left in its place was a tense and rather uncomfortable silence.
"Well, it's only my opinion, that it is, but I think everything needs to try and start settling down now, that I do," Kenshin said finally, giving everyone his familiar rurouni smile. "So why don't we all turn in? It's very late, that it is."
Yahiko yawned, his mouth stretching wide open like a baboon's, and scratched his head.
"I'm with Kenshin on this one," he half-mumbled, barely stifling another noisy yawn as he and Kenshin headed for their respective rooms.
Sano left too, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets and muttering about having something to take care of. Kaoru, Okon, Omasu and Megumi all rolled their eyes in unison, all of them heaving identical knowing sighs. They all knew full well he was going to show up tomorrow with a few new bruises and most likely pass out immediately. Not only that, but when he woke up, he was going to have a hangover that he would be complaining about all day. Soon, it was just Aoshi and Okina left.
"There's a spare futon in Misao-chan's room, Aoshi-san," Okina said off-handedly before bursting into his loony old man laugh. "IF you want it! HAHAHA!"
"..." responded Aoshi, blinking slowly - almost like a cat - and giving Okina a look that said quite clearly that he thought the old man was acting like a moron - well at least it was a readable expression.
He turned and headed for Misao's room.
Though his face was still emotionless, Aoshi's heart clenched painfully when he saw his little Misao-chan pale, out cold and motionless on her futon. It was obvious physically that Misao was becoming a woman, but Aoshi shook reality away, still trying to see her as a child. The illusion he had created for himself was much more familiar, therefore much more comfortable. He knew she had been infatuated with him since she was a child - just an innocent childhood crush. But he also knew that Misao was persistent, always reminding him of her affection. Could it be that she really might love him as a woman loves a man? He looked down at the droplets of perspiration trailing down her rather pale face and swatted the thought away.
'Has she been eating regularly?' he thought briefly before his thoughts turned back to the more pressing subject at hand.
Just what in heaven's name had the green-eyed ninja girl been doing when she was hit by that needle? Knowing her impulsive nature, she probably got into a fight too big for her. Aoshi knew Misao had made a little money by fighting in alleys and taking bets on herself. In fact, he'd had to step in unknown to her a few times. It wasn't that he thought she couldn't take care of herself, he was only looking out for her safety. He sighed as he realized that, thinking she was almost invincible, now she had probably tried to fight syndicate thugs. Misao-chan, would she ever learn? Aoshi knelt beside her futon and looked at her face carefully. In a brief moment without restraint, he reached out and tentatively allowed himself to stroke her cheek.
"Misao-chan, why do you do these things?" he whispered, his deep voice barely more than a breath. "You worry me."
"Uhh.." came an almost-inaudible voice.
Aoshi jerked his hand back as if he had been burned, looked down and saw Misao writhing in pain on her futon. She eventually started thrashing so wildly that she could hurt herself if she kept up like this, he realized. To keep her still, he finally had to sit at the head of her futon and hold her shoulders down. Misao whimpered softly and tried to reach up to someone whom she apparently thought was at her side, right where Aoshi had been.
"Aoshi-sama..." moaned Misao, her voice sounding like a bullfrog that hadn't had water in at least several days. "Where... where are you?"
Misao's jade-green eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but still tears streamed unchecked down her face. The trails of moisture, simultaneously illuminated and shadowed by the warm light of a candle lamp, made her face look even more emaciated. Before he could think and stop himself, Aoshi was brushing her tears away. The dreamlike feeling of warm, callused fingertips on her tear-moistened skin slowly brought Misao back to reality. Her long, dark eyelashes sparkled with diamond tears as her green eyes fluttered open. She couldn't see very well, but somehow she knew that her Aoshi-sama was there with her. When she became aware of his hand on her shoulder, she slowly brought hers up to cover it.
"Wake up, Misao-chan," whispered Aoshi, gently - almost reluctantly - moving his hand off her shoulder. "Do you think you can sit up a little? Megumi-san said that you need to try and get some water in."
Misao nodded silently and struggled to push herself up.
"I'll be alright, Aoshi-sama," she said in a small voice, though she tried to sound confident.
She tried harder to sit up, almost succeeded by locking her elbows, and almost immediately fell flat on her back. Biting her lip, she tried again and fell over once more, this time rubbing a nasty friction burn on the bridge of her nose when she fell face-down on the tatami. Finally, she managed to sit up, supporting her weight on her arms. But in seconds, her elbow cracked loudly and she fell back on her futon with a painful yelp. Aoshi shook his head and held her down as she struggled to try again.
"Stop it, Misao-chan," he said in a quiet tone that said he would hear no arguments. "You'll hurt yourself."
Misao gave up the struggle almost at once and let out a sad, quiet sigh as she relaxed in defeat under his hands. Once again, she thought, Aoshi-sama had to correct her as if she were still a small child. Though she had dreamed of this feeling before, she shrugged Aoshi's hands away and curled up on her side, closing her eyes and hanging her head. In Aoshi's eyes, those beautiful ice-blue eyes, she was still the little girl who trailed after him like a puppy. He must be disgusted, she thought bitterly...
"Let me help," Aoshi said quietly, breaking off her internal rant.
Gently, he turned her on her back and slid his hands under her arms. Misao's eyes widened in suprise and wonder and she let herself be moved as he needed. Aoshi shifted to sit cross-legged at the head of Misao's futon and and eased her up close to him. Misao's head and shoulders now lay supported in Aoshi's lap, as he had done for her when she was a child. Misao smiled and closed her eyes for a long, contented moment. Before she knew what hit her, she was sound asleep.
She never saw Aoshi smiling at her.
A Romantic Drama by: Serenity-chan
POV = * *
Thoughts = ' '
Speaking = " " (Did I really need to say that?)
Ice Begins To Melt
"What should I do?" Aoshi asked tonelessly.
"Definitely try to get her to drink lots of water when she's conscious," replied Megumi, mostly thinking out loud. "I'll leave several different kinds of tea. And I'm not sure if she'll feel like eating, but rice and miso soup should be plenty."
Aoshi nodded in silent agreement. He waited patiently for Megumi to give him any other information he might need to know, but she just kept on babbling to herself. After making a mental note to leave written instructions, her nervously chattering voice faded away. Left in its place was a tense and rather uncomfortable silence.
"Well, it's only my opinion, that it is, but I think everything needs to try and start settling down now, that I do," Kenshin said finally, giving everyone his familiar rurouni smile. "So why don't we all turn in? It's very late, that it is."
Yahiko yawned, his mouth stretching wide open like a baboon's, and scratched his head.
"I'm with Kenshin on this one," he half-mumbled, barely stifling another noisy yawn as he and Kenshin headed for their respective rooms.
Sano left too, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets and muttering about having something to take care of. Kaoru, Okon, Omasu and Megumi all rolled their eyes in unison, all of them heaving identical knowing sighs. They all knew full well he was going to show up tomorrow with a few new bruises and most likely pass out immediately. Not only that, but when he woke up, he was going to have a hangover that he would be complaining about all day. Soon, it was just Aoshi and Okina left.
"There's a spare futon in Misao-chan's room, Aoshi-san," Okina said off-handedly before bursting into his loony old man laugh. "IF you want it! HAHAHA!"
"..." responded Aoshi, blinking slowly - almost like a cat - and giving Okina a look that said quite clearly that he thought the old man was acting like a moron - well at least it was a readable expression.
He turned and headed for Misao's room.
Though his face was still emotionless, Aoshi's heart clenched painfully when he saw his little Misao-chan pale, out cold and motionless on her futon. It was obvious physically that Misao was becoming a woman, but Aoshi shook reality away, still trying to see her as a child. The illusion he had created for himself was much more familiar, therefore much more comfortable. He knew she had been infatuated with him since she was a child - just an innocent childhood crush. But he also knew that Misao was persistent, always reminding him of her affection. Could it be that she really might love him as a woman loves a man? He looked down at the droplets of perspiration trailing down her rather pale face and swatted the thought away.
'Has she been eating regularly?' he thought briefly before his thoughts turned back to the more pressing subject at hand.
Just what in heaven's name had the green-eyed ninja girl been doing when she was hit by that needle? Knowing her impulsive nature, she probably got into a fight too big for her. Aoshi knew Misao had made a little money by fighting in alleys and taking bets on herself. In fact, he'd had to step in unknown to her a few times. It wasn't that he thought she couldn't take care of herself, he was only looking out for her safety. He sighed as he realized that, thinking she was almost invincible, now she had probably tried to fight syndicate thugs. Misao-chan, would she ever learn? Aoshi knelt beside her futon and looked at her face carefully. In a brief moment without restraint, he reached out and tentatively allowed himself to stroke her cheek.
"Misao-chan, why do you do these things?" he whispered, his deep voice barely more than a breath. "You worry me."
"Uhh.." came an almost-inaudible voice.
Aoshi jerked his hand back as if he had been burned, looked down and saw Misao writhing in pain on her futon. She eventually started thrashing so wildly that she could hurt herself if she kept up like this, he realized. To keep her still, he finally had to sit at the head of her futon and hold her shoulders down. Misao whimpered softly and tried to reach up to someone whom she apparently thought was at her side, right where Aoshi had been.
"Aoshi-sama..." moaned Misao, her voice sounding like a bullfrog that hadn't had water in at least several days. "Where... where are you?"
Misao's jade-green eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but still tears streamed unchecked down her face. The trails of moisture, simultaneously illuminated and shadowed by the warm light of a candle lamp, made her face look even more emaciated. Before he could think and stop himself, Aoshi was brushing her tears away. The dreamlike feeling of warm, callused fingertips on her tear-moistened skin slowly brought Misao back to reality. Her long, dark eyelashes sparkled with diamond tears as her green eyes fluttered open. She couldn't see very well, but somehow she knew that her Aoshi-sama was there with her. When she became aware of his hand on her shoulder, she slowly brought hers up to cover it.
"Wake up, Misao-chan," whispered Aoshi, gently - almost reluctantly - moving his hand off her shoulder. "Do you think you can sit up a little? Megumi-san said that you need to try and get some water in."
Misao nodded silently and struggled to push herself up.
"I'll be alright, Aoshi-sama," she said in a small voice, though she tried to sound confident.
She tried harder to sit up, almost succeeded by locking her elbows, and almost immediately fell flat on her back. Biting her lip, she tried again and fell over once more, this time rubbing a nasty friction burn on the bridge of her nose when she fell face-down on the tatami. Finally, she managed to sit up, supporting her weight on her arms. But in seconds, her elbow cracked loudly and she fell back on her futon with a painful yelp. Aoshi shook his head and held her down as she struggled to try again.
"Stop it, Misao-chan," he said in a quiet tone that said he would hear no arguments. "You'll hurt yourself."
Misao gave up the struggle almost at once and let out a sad, quiet sigh as she relaxed in defeat under his hands. Once again, she thought, Aoshi-sama had to correct her as if she were still a small child. Though she had dreamed of this feeling before, she shrugged Aoshi's hands away and curled up on her side, closing her eyes and hanging her head. In Aoshi's eyes, those beautiful ice-blue eyes, she was still the little girl who trailed after him like a puppy. He must be disgusted, she thought bitterly...
"Let me help," Aoshi said quietly, breaking off her internal rant.
Gently, he turned her on her back and slid his hands under her arms. Misao's eyes widened in suprise and wonder and she let herself be moved as he needed. Aoshi shifted to sit cross-legged at the head of Misao's futon and and eased her up close to him. Misao's head and shoulders now lay supported in Aoshi's lap, as he had done for her when she was a child. Misao smiled and closed her eyes for a long, contented moment. Before she knew what hit her, she was sound asleep.
She never saw Aoshi smiling at her.