From: the Fox Misao-chan ja ne! (Misao's Outfit.) A Rk fic by The Fox. Usual Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin isn't mine, either the personage. Just the idea is mine, and maybe the way the charas are acting ...a bit OOC, I'm afraid. Anyway, I hope you like it. I always wondered how the onmitsu girls used that oh-so tight and oh-so much skin exposed... and in fact, specially about Misao's outfit in a Meiji era... I have now on my table the photo of the artbook, of Misao alone playing with a long stripe of pale blue cloth and smiling. I think this is where the inspiration comes from, and the wonderful Tae's Taken with the Notion. And yes, the lyrics are from Mystic Eyes, the Escaflowne series Ending... is just Folken reminds me a lot Aoshi... "Mmmn-mmh...Ima unmei no tobita...ga hiraku...So juuust fol in luv..." Misao's cringe as the out-of-tune voice. His Aoshi-nii was a great leader and a incredible onmitsu, but he is a disastrous singer. As he take his hot bath after the mission he, Shikijo and Hannya has just performed, Misao sneaks his way to the room next to the bathroom, searching carefully for her prize. "Mun-a sagiwa suru kano Shunkan woooooh" Aoshi must be washing his teeth, by the sound of it, and Misao giggle. "Irogasenaii Don'top babii!" Here is what she was searching for. A cute, grinning seven-years-old Misao disappears from the bathhouse to the garden. "Takesou na KIMI no mistik ais ...muajki no egaode brikin daun..." In the house, the rest of the onmitsu cringes too. Aoshi is bathing again. A stone faced, wet-bangs, serious Aoshi stepped in the kitchen and for Okon surprise starts rummaging between the pile of clothes to wash. - Is something missing, Aoshi-sama?.- Asked the longhaired onmitsu, looking Aoshi frowning slightly. She would never say it, but that sixteen-years-old Aoshi pouting is the most huggeable thing in the world. -Hm. Iie. - Aoshi frowned a bit more, before exit. Okon release her fit of laugh when he is gone. No wonder she was finding hard to breathe: Aoshi is wearing one of Hiyotokko's baths, which is more than oversized to him... The clothes hanging to the sun, nearly dry, was another deception to Aoshi. His battle outfit, with the yellow silk over the face and the thin shirt wasn't there. And sure he will be the make-me-laugh of the entire Aoiya *and* of the Edo castle if he accepts to have lost his own uniform... he almost can hear the comments about *where* he would lost it. They are able to believe the Okashira has came back from a pleasure house drunk and butt naked... Damn. - Aoshi-sama, is something wrong? - Hannya as always was just behind him. His best friend and best fellow was able to say when something was wrong just looking the awkward way Aoshi' shoulders was tense.- We have to go in fifteen minutes, and the Aizu's men are waiting...- - I know. - the icy voice didn't fooled Hannya a single bit. Aoshi seems deeply embarrased.- Hannya, I need a new uniform.- - ?.- - I don't know where I put the last one.- growled Aoshi, his face imperative even if it prettily blushed. - Oh, you must be lost in Keki-chan's...- - Hannya , is ENOUGH.- Aoshi's homicidal gleam make Hannya suppress a fit of laugh. Their little Okahira is *so* upset with this.- Go to fetch another clean one. And keep your mouth SHOUT.- - Hai (suffocatted laugh) Okashira.- The Onmitsu oniwabanshuu is ready to go. Aoshi, feeling the funny looks the elders take in his direction looking their Okashira sinking in one of Shikijo's oversized ninja uniforms is giving them the final orders. As they start rising to go, they suddenly froze. Aoshi lift his head following Okina deep surprise and just can groan. Misao was in the door, his hair cut to the shoulders, his old uniform with the legs and arms raised up with not much fashion'sense, and the waist lace supposed to make a tight knot taking good three turns around Misao's tiny body, looking almost like an oversized obi. - Misao-chan?.- - Misao ja ne!! Onmitsu!- Misao shows one kunai stolen to somebody and grin wider.- Misao is going with you! Misao is Oniwabanshuu, right?- The group groaned. Aoshi takes a peek of Beshimi who was silently sneaking out of the room: of Omasu, who was calmly following him: of Hyotokko, who was smiling to his Misao in a way that could slit in half his ugly face. Okina was rolling in the floor laughing hysterically with the always-playful Shikijo: and finally Hannya, who was full of paternal pride. Damn you all. You spoil her and now I have to be the monster. -Misao-chan, WHERE did you found *that* uniform?- - Ehm...- Misao smiles to him sunny, and then winks to Hannya.- I thought Aoshi-sama wouldn't use it anymore...- - Hmph.- Hannya is gotten worse. He is drooling behind his mask. - Is a bit too large for me, but is okay, neeh? - Misao adds, and looking the too oversized outfit of Aoshi she points to him.- Look, Aoshi-sama think the same, neh?- With those howls of laughter, Aoshi could strangle the whole clan. -Misao-chan.- he says, trying to prevent his teeth from squeak.- I *use* that uniform and we *can't* take you with us. - The face of the girl makes his heart ache. She really looks disappointed with that little tears and those enormous sleeves. - Dem...Demo.. Aoshi-sama, I wish to go with you...- she wailed. - You will, Misao-chan.- Hiyotokko was cuddling her in a second, his enormous body almost covering her from view. Was startling how delicate can be that man with the tiny girl. - Is just you're so little and if something happens to you, we will die, Misao-chan...- - Hon-to...- Misao was sniffling still, and soon the whole group was cuddling and smiling at her "like a bunch of old mother hens around the one chicken..." growls to himself Aoshi in the background. - You will go with us someday, but you need to end your training first, and keep growing.- Hannya as always was encouraging her, just like Okina. Aoshi sighed. He will have to punish the BOTH. - Now you will go to bed, but tomorrow we will train harder, so you will be ready sooner, neh?- winked Shikijo, leaving with the girl in his arms, followed by Okon.- Misao-chan, excuse me, but what the hell you did to your hair...?- - Well, in one thing we can agree with her. She needs an outfit.- - I think we can make an outfit for her with that old thing...- Okina take hold of the yellow silk Misao has forgotten.- She would look lovely in a sky blue.- - I think the obi-waist lace is a cute think- agreed Hannya.- But we can cut that pants and folds them to be a good kempo suit. - - And the sleeves are oversized. I think to cut it will be better, too. - Beshimi has came back silently. - She will need protectors for her arms. I can made that...hm, in dark blue.- Now Hyotokko is drooling. - ENOUGH.- Aoshi was boiling.- We have a mission and a duty to perform, so PLEASE is time to back to the matter.- He snatches his yellow cover-face handkerchief from Okina's hands and folds it. - And I don't want you encouraging her to be an onmitsu. She...OKINA GINME THAT BACK!- - But she will need something to cover his face! Is the proper uniform!.- wailed Okina. - Well, not MY CHINA SILK, DAMMIT!.- The reunion was totally messed after that. In Misao's birthday, one month later, she awakes for to find over her tiny futon an onmitsu complete suit. Even with little kunais from Hannya and Beshimi. Arm protectors from Hyotokko. Short and shirt from Okon and the young Omasu. A proper lace-obi from Jiya. A matching pair of ninja sandals from Shikijo and Beshimi. And a long piece of sky blue silk from Aoshi. ***************OWARI************************ --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Get great offers on top-notch products that match your interests! Sign up for eLerts at: Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------