Subject: [kffdisc] Aoshi Goes Midnight Marauding Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 16:38:51 PST From: "Miss Hideki" Reply-To: kffdisc@onelist.com To: kffdisc@onelist.com From: "Miss Hideki" Hi everyone. This is just some stupid little thingie that I wrote during a *boring* lecture on Karl Marx. I'm posting it cause it may give a laugh to all Aoshi fans...as well as those who aren't fans. So enjoy this little bit o' nonsense. ~Miss Hideki~ Disclaimers: Blah. Who's needs em? We all know the drill...let's just get to the fun... Aoshi Goes Midnight Marauding It was a black midnight, laden with enigmatic shadows. Aoshi silently dressed and left his room. He paused once to make sure that no one was awake. No one was. Then he continued down the dark hall not breathing until he was safely outside. He stalked through the night, the wind howling like screams of the dead. Part one of his mission had been completed with success. He had made it. No one would know of his plans. A little while later he approached his destination. The thin paper door slid open and two eyes gleamed out at him. "Aoshi-sama?" the raspy voice wheezed out. He stepped forward. "It is I." "Come in," the old woman invited. He obliged. "Got the stuff?" he demanded, his voice deep and low in the dark, cold room. Her white teeth broke into a grin. “Of course, Aoshi-sama,” she said and gestured to the table. He strode over and began to examine the merchandise. “This one is of an inferior make,” he said and tossed it aside. “Why is this one here? It’s obviously poor quality. This one is not to my liking. And what the hell is this?” He stared at the old woman. “These are all rubbish. Are you trying to rip me off?” He gripped his kodachi. “You know that all of these are unacceptable to me, the Okashira of the Oniwa Banshuu. The woman cowered in fear. “Please. Do not kill me. I have something…” she glanced around, making sure that no one was lurking. “Come with me.” Aoshi followed her down the shadowy hall. At last they came to a small room lit with many candles. Upon the shrine, glimmering in the soft light was IT. Aoshi was transfixed. “This is the best one,” she said, gazing at it with pride. “It has come from the west, France I believe. It is beyond superior quality. Certainly fitting for the Okashira of the Oniwa Banshuu. I have nothing better than this.” “Yes,” Aoshi said slowly, taking it into his arms. “This is what will prove to all that I, Shinomori Aoshi am the strongest. With this I will definitely rule the world and kill the Hitokiri Battousai once and for all.” “You’ll take it then?” she asked. “Yes. This is the trenchcoat I want.” He gave her a hard look. “Wrap it and wrap it well.” He smirked into the darkness as she rushed to do his bidding. Now his skin wouldn’t be chaffed by that low-grade, inferior trenchcoat anymore. Hahahaha, oh the wit, oh the suspense, on the action of it all!!! KFFML- Oh the stupidity of it all. Yeah I know. I was in a boring lecture. WHat could I do? *blinks innocently* And I always *have* wondered where Aoshi-sama got a trenchcoat in Meiji Japan. Now we know, eh? Oh and to P.Rice, your Family fic was the best!!! Kyoto Clearing House Swwepstakes? HAHA, that was rich!!!! I love fics where good ol' Aoshi looks like a dork. I can just see this tiny mom of his kissing him. Can't wait to read more!!! ~Love deena~ It's not that easy to kick over an empty can ~Dame, by Izumi You~ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ideas on how we can improve ONElist? http://www.onelist.com Check out the Suggestion Box feature on our new web site