Subject: [KFFDisc] Misaoella (by Judisephy) Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 02:43:04 EST From: Itsukisan@aol.com Reply-To: kenshinfanfics@egroups.com To: kenshinfanfics@egroups.com, aoshimisaofics@egroups.com I've gotten out of lurker mode once again to post this fic written by my very good friend Judisephy. (I had nothing to do with it being Misao and Aoshi, I swear! 9_9) Any typos were made by me but any grammar mistakes were made by her. (I only had the hard copy, so retyped it. =P) I'm sure comments are welcome. (I don't think Judisephy's on this list, but I could always forward them over or something.) I think she forgot a disclaimer so I'll insert one of my poor quality disclaimers: The characters in this fic do not belong to the fanfic author. They belong to Nobuhiro Watsuki and those other people who should not bother wasting their time suing poor students. Anyway, on to the fic! ------------------------------------------------------------------- Misaoella (eww, sounds like some sort of disease...sumimasen, everyone!) Once upon a time, in a country far far away (ok, not that far) there lived a Prince named Shinomori Aoshi and his court body guards, the Oniwabanshuu. The Prince was fair and saw to the needs of the people, and everyone in his lands enjoyed prosperous and content lives. However, there was one problem... “Just when are you going to get married, Aoshi-sama?!” Aoshi opened one eye and looked up from his meditating position. “Ara, Omasu?” Omasu sighed. “You know you’ll have to face the problem someday. Why not just find a nice bride and settle down?” “Not interested.” Aoshi went back to meditating. Omasu gave an exasperated grimace just as Okon came in. “Okon, DO something about him!” Okon thought hard. “Hmmm...doesn’t this remind you of that story? The Prince who throws a ball and searches for the girl that lost the show. I just love that story! “Yoshi! Perfect...that was a great idea, Okon!” Omasu sprung up and smiled. “I’ll go make preparations.” “..oro?” Okon blinked. “For the ball! Come on, Aoshi-sama, we’ve got to tell the others.” “Matte, matte, what ball?” Aoshi asked. “The ball we’re going to throw so you can finally get married!” “A ball? Nande?” “Oh Aoshi-sama, I’m SURE it will work!” Okon chipped in. “Ano...” ****************************************** Meanwhile, a girl three miles away was toiling for her merciless stepmother and stepsisters. Well, stepsiblings, to be more correct... “Misao, fix my hair.” Her stepmother snapped. “Misao, where is that dress I told you to mend?” Her stepsister Megumi screeched. “Misao, did you see my Super Duper Wonderbra anywhere?” Her stepsis-um, stepbrother Kamatari inquired. “Why all those new chores all of a sudden?’ Misao wondered to herself, wiping sweat from her forehead. Unfortunately, Yumi managed to hear. “Why Misao, dear. Are you quite unsatisfied with this household? Poor, poor Misao,” She exclaimed in a honey sweet voice. “No, I was just-” “Perhaps you would fare better married off to that elderly, darling merchant who seems so interested in you? Hmmm?” “No! I’m...perfectly happy with my life. Gomen, Yumi-san.” Misao muttered. “Good! Good. But are you quite sure?” “Yes! I’ll be mending Megumi’s dress now.” Misao hurried off, glad she had escaped Yumi’s little trap once again. Since her father had died, leaving her with her stepmother and stepsiblings, her life had been one unending trial. An now, with that merchant seeking her hand, and Yumi even more hungry for money, Misao was not excited at her prospects. Holding back a disgusted shiver, she rummaged through Megumi’s enormous wardrobe. Suddenly, Kamatari dashed in, looking rumpled and worried. “Misao! Where is that Wonderbra I purchased? Find it for me please! It’s urgent.” “(Sweatbead here!) Ummm...I haven’t seen it...but why do you need it? What’s going on?” “Oh, you haven’t heard?” he replied, surprised. “Well, Prince Aoshi is throwing a ball on the twenty-ninth! *sigh* I have to look my best...” “Oh, you mean that? I mean, I wasn’t aware! Oh, no. I don’t have anything to wear...” Misao feigned innocence, secretly thanking Okon, her friend whom she had secretly made the scheme with. She was positive this was the perfect way to hook Aoshi once and for all... “Why bother?’ Megumi sneered. “What chance do you have? Everyone knows I’m going to be the one to hook Aoshi-sama, being as beautiful and refined as I am...” “Oh, Megumi dear, you’re always so full of confidence. Too bad you’ll be let down, since we al know who the world’s sexiest woman is...ha ha ha!” Yumi sighed. “It’s almost too easy! Aoshi Shinomori...ha! The prince is mine!” “I see you’re the one with the confidence, Mother! It’s such a pity, though, about your age...” Megumi shot back. “Why you little pig!” Yumi burst out indignantly. “I’m still better looking than all the women half my age! Ungrateful daughter!” “Hmph, you’re all WRONG!!!!” They turned to face Kamatari, who stood in the doorway, holding up his newfound Wonderbra triumphantly. “Now that I’ve found this, you don’t stand a chance! I’ll be three times the woman of you both! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!” Misao just stared (sweatdrop_. It was one thing to have mean stepsisters, but a crossdressing gay stepbrother... “I won’t lose to you, you...man!” Yumi declared in a huff. “Misao, go get the hairpins and do my hair.” “Neither will I!” Megumi followed, dragging a dozen dresses along with her. “Misao, come with me first and help me pick out a dress.” Kamatari waltzed in front of Megumi’s mirror, holding up the bra. “My I look wonderful, just as I thought. Now all I need is...oh Of course! Ta-ta, Misao!” “...but..what will I wear?” Misao thought sadly. She had forgotten to consider that... “MISAO!!!!” “Coming...” ********************************** The day of the ball drew near, and Prince Aoshi was definitely not excited at the prospect. Just thinking of the mess and being swarmed over by all the “dignified ladies” in the kingdom had him shivering. But, as he did not wish to disappoint the other Oniwabanshuu, he had no choice, really. So, he made his preparations and sent out invitations to all the eligible young ladies of the land... ********************************** “It’s finally the day of the ball!” Kamatari squealed. “Why are you so happy, Mr. Crossdresser?” Megumi stuck her tongue out at him derisively. “The Prince would never pick you!” “Oh stop it, children.” Yumi snapped, then sighed. “You all don’t stand a chance. Just look at how wonderful I look in this new kimono.” “Hmmmph!” The three boarded the family coach. “...wait!” Misao rushed out, wiping flour onto her apron. “Aren’t you taking me too?” Yumi looked her over and laughed. “You? Give us a break and save our family the embarrassment!” And with that, they were gone. Misao stood at the side of the road for the longest time, staring off into the dust. All that trouble of getting in contact with the other Oniwabanshuu, now all for nothing? All that hope of finally being free, free of them and her situation... She sat down on the side of the curb, and buried her head in her arms. So, did Misao start crying? Not Misao! She just got mad. By the time she finally decided to go inside, she was boiling mad. In the kitchen, she slammed pots around, supposedly fixing herself some dinner. “Baka, baka Yumi...why did she have to marry otousan in the first place!” SLAM! “And that little pig Megumi...” BAM!!! “And Kamatari...” SMASH! “Ooooo...I hate them all!” SPLINTER!!!!! “*sigh* This is my new charge?” Misao whirled around furiously. A man in a white cloak sat casually on the counter. “Who are YOU? What do you want?” suddenly she remembered. “Hey, aren’t you Kenshin’s ‘worse-than-Saitou’ sensei?!” Hiko’s veins popped out... “Do you have any manners, little girl?” “What are you DOING here?” “Is that any way to treat your fairy godperson?” “Fairy godmother?” Misao’s mood lifted a little. “But why you?” “Fairy godPERSON! Do I look like the motherly-type to you?” Hiko shook his head. “Judi-chan finally noticed that there ARE no characters in RK who own decent magic skills, and since I’m such a genius in all things, naturally...” “You mean I can actually go?” Misao glanced at him expectantly. “That’s how the story goes,” Hiko explained airily. “All right!!!!!” Misao grinned. “I’m sooooo happy! Now give me a dress, and some shoes, and a coach...” “(sweatdrop) Slow down!” By some unexplained mystic phenomenon, Hiko produced all the items with a flip of his cloak (a skill most protagonist anime characters with billowy clothing own, I’ve noticed!) “Oh, ewww! What kind of dress is this, you goon? It looks terrible! You have such a bad fashion taste, Mean-Sensei-san!” “(veins) Why is my genius wasted on a little twerp like you?” “Oh yeah! The ball’s almost starting!” ********************************** “Welcome to the ball...” Omasu began, but was lost under the thundering herd of “eligible ladies of the land”... Yumi waltzed in, grasping the Prince’s hand daintily. “Why, Prince Aoshi- sama, such an honor!” She bowed low, much lower than her low cut kimono could afford... Megumi nudged her mother out of the way. “Prince Aoshi-sama! *smile* Please, excuse my dear mother. She’s-” “Prince Aoshi-sama! Hi, I’m Kamatari! Care to dance?” Kamatari smiled, half dragging Aoshi to the dance floor. “Pig!” Yumi and Megumi cried, and joined the fray, each pulling poor Aoshi a different direction. “........” Fortunately, the three were so busy fighting each other the Prince managed to slip away from under. Letting out a relieved breath, he escaped to the gardens. “Prince Aoshi-sama?” Aoshi’s head snapped up, but it was only Okon. “Nani?” “What are you doing out here?” “................” “She shook her head. “It’s time to greet the guests personally. “Hai.” Aoshi followed Okon into the reception hall reluctantly. ~Five hours later~ “Shinedo Maiko and her sister Shinedo Koneko of Okan Province.” The ladies took excited curtsies. Prince Aoshi suppressed a yawn. “Twin sisters Kitana Kayaka and Kitana Miyaka of Tsuto.” The ladies took excited curtsies. Prince Aoshi suppressed a yawn. “Lady Juneido and her daughters Matsutomo and Soitsu of Kaito Province.” The ladies took excited curtsies. Prince Aoshi tried to suppress a yawn, this time unsuccessfully. The other Oniwabanshuu sighed disappointedly. Suddenly, a small figure walked through the door. Misao smiled to herself. The way the story went, everyone at the ball should be stricken by her appearance... “What sort of clothes are THOSE? Bad fashion desuyo!” Misao clenched her fists, veins popping out. Well, at least they had noticed her presence. The herald didn’t know what to say as the unknown girl approached to pay her respects to the Prince. “Ano...Unknown Girl of Unknown Province.” Misao curtsied. Okon grinned, taking this chance to shove the Prince toward her. “Okon, what are you doing?” Omasu berated. “Omasu, she’s the last one! Our last chance, ne?” Seeing that she had a point, Omasu nodded. Soshite...Misao got to dance with Aoshi-sama (lucky, lucky! ^_^). She was quite enjoying herself when suddenly she was whisked away by a caped figure! Aoshi-sama started, and drew his swords, but it was too late. Any traces of the Unknown Girl of Unknown Province was nowhere to be seen. Well, there was that one shoe... ************************** Misao got over her shock too late. The caped man (no, he wasn’t Tuxedo Mask!) had already dropped her off at her house. “Who ARE you? What do you want with me? Hanashite!” “How could anyone not recognize such a kakkoi face?” Hiko shook his head. “I should have known it was you!” Misao exclaimed in rage. “Demo..nande? NANDE?!” “Fool girl...your time was sup!” Hiko explained, casually blocking the rain of tobikunai. “You ruined EVERYTHING!!!!” Misao wailed. “You...” “All right, enough of this nonsense. In any case, remember that the story hasn’t ended.” Hiko gathered up his white cloak. “Sayonara, Weasel Girl.” “DON’T CALL ME THAT!!!” But Hiko was already gone. Misao gathered up her tobikunai just as someone knocked on the door. “Oh, Misao!” Megumi waltzed in. “Did you have a good time company of the rats?” “Too bad you couldn’t go, daughter,” Yumi declared. “You should have seen the prince, falling head over heels over me.” “You? I do believe it was me he tripped over-” Yumi stuffed a handkerchief over Kamatari’s’ mouth to shut him up. “Kamatari dear? You seem a little tired. Go and sleep, dear.” Suddenly, a polite knock sounded at the door. “Is anyone home?” “How annoying. Who could come at such a late hour?” Megumi irritatedly swung the door open. “What do you want? Coming at such a late- Oh! Prince Shinomori...welcome...” Yumi started and straightened her hair. “Oh my, the Prince is coming to see me already.” Aoshi entered. “Sumimasen. I know it’s late, but...” “I know, it’s okay. Many men can’t suppress their urges to see me,” Yumi declared. “No, that’s my line,” Kamatari insisted. “Ha, what are you talking about/” Megumi exclaimed. “He came to see ME...” “AOSHI-SAMA!!!!” They all stared in surprise as Misao leaped through the air and latched onto Aoshi. The Prince blinked. “Ano...” I KNEW it! I knew you’d come, just like in the story!” Misao grinned. “Now are you going to take me away and be with me happily ever after?” “Actually,” Aoshi rummaged in his pockets and produced a shoe. “I came here to return this.” “What?! That’s all?” Misao looked disappointed. “Of course not, you goon!” Yumi retorted. “Then comes the part when the sexy stepmother realizes that the shoe is hers and the Prince carries her away because of it.” “If I recall, it was a sexy crossdressing step-brother!” Kamatari snapped. Aoshi paled. “Honto ni??! That woman’s...a...MAN?!” “Baka, you fools!” Hiko appeared out of nowhere, looking very annoyed. “Fairy godmother!” Misao exclaimed. “BAKA! It’s fairy godPERSON, for the thousandth time. Goodness, you’re worse than Kenshin. Anyway, I couldn’t just sit around for this to story to drag on forever! You all should have heard the story before, haven’t you? If not, it’ll be up to watashi, genius of the world to explain. *sigh*” Sweatdrops on everyone... “At the end, the Prince takes the lost shoe and tries it on everyone, hoping to find the match. Then he marries the girl it fits on because that’s proof that she’s the true love he found at the ball.” “Ohhhhh.” “Well, what are you waiting for?” Aoshi nodded solemnly and tried it on Kamatari (praying mentally that it wouldn’t fit, which it didn’t), then Yumi (too big), then Megumi (too small). “Yoshi. Misao...” Of course it fit (you didn’t expect it to end up fitting on Hiko, did you?), and everyone ended up living happily ever after, especially Misao, who was sooo happy to finally hook Aoshi-sama. Yumi and the others realized that he was too boring for their tastes and all ended up with good matches (except for Yumi...I’m sure we all know what happened to her!) And Judisephy was also very happy, having finished her fic... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Internet FileZone: Always FREE! Instantly store & access your valuable PC files on the net, from any Web browser. 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