Subject: [KFFDisc] hello & Misao's wish Date: Fri, 26 Feb 1999 05:00:44 PST From: "Miss Hideki" Reply-To: kenshinfanfics@egroups.com To: kenshinfanfics@egroups.com Hi Everyone. I've just joined this mailing list. I'm a big fan of Kenshin...it's my new obsession and although I haven't seen the series, *hurry up tapes* I have written a few fics. My all time fave couple is Sano and Megumi *follwed by my other fave couple me and Sano* heh heh heh...and I'm still in the process of writing a fic that centers around them. I'll post that later, but first I'll post this piece of crazyiness...you know like something light and humourous for the first post? *gah* Anyways, it's called Misao's wish and if you're on the Aoshi-Misao ML then just scrap this cause you've probably already this. But if you haven't read it....it's about Misao meeting her fairy god mother. *Heh* It's filled with dorkiness but oh well. And anyone who has written anything with Sano and Megumi *PLEASE* please, send them to me? I would appreciate it muchly *deena gives a big eyes begging look* Thank you and hope to here comments and criticisms on this.... ja ne, Deena *_*x Misao’s Wish Misao stared glumly out the window, while absently twisting her thick braid around her finger. Things were not going well with Aoshi. In fact, it would be safe to say that things weren’t even going. “It’s not like I’m getting any older,” she muttered. “I’ll be seventeen soon. Then he’ll never want me. Who’d want a seventeen year old fossil anyways?” She sighed loudly. “I need to come up with a plan of action. One so brilliant and so cunning that it will surely deposit Aoshi-sama right into my arms. Maybe I should spike his tea with…um…something.” Suddenly she recalled something that she had heard Sano say once. “It only takes a little whiskey, to make the maidens frisky.” “Aoshi-sama frisky?” she giggled. “That would sure gel well with me. Maybe that’s what I should do. Put some whiskey in his tea. Then he’ll actually talk to me instead of trying to gain inner peace.” She made a face. “I hate inner peace.” Without any warning, the was suddenly a loud POOF of smoke. Misao coughed. The dust settled, revealing a little lady with sparkly wings who was wearing a shiny, metallic pink kimono and a cone-shaped matching hat on top of her small head. Misao shrieked with horror and did the first thing she could think of. She Ke Cho Kicked the little bugger. Unfortunately, the flying thing had a magical wand and she zapped Misao who landed on the floor in a heap. “That’s what you get for trying to Ke Cho Kick you own Fairy God Mother!” the little lady in pink announced and blew the smoking tip of her wand. Misao glared at the offending matter. “FAIRY GOD MOTHER???!!! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN????!!!!” The Fairy God Mother sweatdropped. “You don’t know what a fairy god mother is?” Misao frowned. “Who ever heard of fairy god mothers in Meiji Japan?” “Hmm, I see your point,” the Fairy God Mother said and smiled. “I’m your very own Fairy God Mother, Makimachi Misao. I’m here to grant you a wish.” “A wish?” Misao repeated. “Why are you going to give me a wish?” “Because that’s what Fairy God Mother’s do,” she explained patiently. “Now what kind of wish would you like?” “I can have anything I want to?” Misao asked, stunned. “Wow, that’s a lotta wishing!” Her Fairy God Mother nodded and smiled indulgently. “I’m required to do your bidding, Misao. Its’ all part of the contract.” “What contract?” Misao asked curiously. “Er....never mind that. Have you thought of what you’re going to ask me?” Misao walked paced around her room, trying to come up with a good wish. There was so much she could ask for. Oh the possibilities were endless. “I could make that Aoshi character fall in love with you,” her Fairy God Mother suggested, after a long bout of silence. “That’s what you want the most, isn’t it?” Misao stared at her wide eyed. “I can wish for stuff including people? I was just debating over new, sharper throwing knives or whisky to make Aoshi-sama....” she trailed off, too embarrassed to say the rest. “I did say anything,” her Fairy God Mother reminded her. “Anything at all.” Misao was amazed. This flying fairy lady could make Aoshi-sama fall in love with her? Amazing. Now Aoshi-sama would always be hers. “I want you to make Aoshi-sama fall in love....” Misao suddenly stopped. A thought had just occurred to her. If the Fairy God Mother made Aoshi fall in love with her, then it wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t be loving her of his own will. She didn’t want that. She wanted him to love her without any other interferences…except maybe a little whisky. “I change my mind,” Misao said. “Instead of making Aoshi-sama fall in love with me, I’d rather that you made him...um...happy. Happy and talkative. If he’s a cheerful, chatty guy then maybe he’ll be more inclined to fall in love with me.” “That sounds like a wise plan,” her Fairy God Mother commended. “I’ve seen your Aoshi-sama. His face looks like it’s made of steel. That man’s got issues, I’d say. A little smiling and some good old fashioned fun ought to go the man good.” “Yeah,” Misao agreed. “He can be such a grump at times.” “Well I’d better be off. That man will take a bit of work,” she said and disappeared in a POOF of smoke. Misao coughed and then laughed. Aoshi-sama smiling and talking? This was going to be one site to see. She sat down on her bed and impatiently began to wait. Minutes turned into an hour and soon Misao was fast asleep, dreaming about her new and improved Aoshi-sama. ********************************************************************** Misao awoke with a start. “Holy mother of Ke Cho Kick,” she gasped, then realized that she was in her room, not battling a tiny Shishio Minion dressed in pink. She rubbed her eyes, coming back to reality. In a flash, she recalled the encounter with her Fairy God Mother. “Aoshi-sama,” she gasped, jumping out of her bed. She quickly fixed her hair and then ran out of her room. She spotted Omasu in the distance and ran up to her. “Have you seen Aoshi-sama?” she cried. She had to see him pronto. A million worries were swirling in her mind. What if it worked? What if it didn’t work? What if he had been injured in the process? What if he had been turned into a cicada? What if he had been turned into a women? Oh the selections, oh the horror of it all!!!! “He’s in the temple with Kenshin,” she said, looking at her closely. “Dijobu, Misao-chan?” Misao momentarily forgot about her worries. “What’s Himura doing here?” Omasu shrugged. “He wanted to talk to Aoshi-sama. Are you sure you’re alright?” Misao nodded as she ran towards the temple. “I’m fine,” she called back. “Don’t worry about me.” By the time she had reached the temple, she was panting from have run so fast. She flung off her sandals and entered the temple. Pausing to catch her breath, she was startled when she heard a deep, throaty chuckle. “Aoshi-sama? No way,” she muttered and quickly walked towards the noise. In the inner chamber were Aoshi and Kenshin, sitting across from each other. Kenshin was the proud owner of a very dazed look, sporting a large sweatdrop beside his head. Aoshi, for his part, seemed to be in the midst of telling a fascinating tale. “And then I said to the man, scoundrel that he was, ‘My good man, you are a scoundrel. Yes, to be sure, a scoundrel in the deepest sense of the word’,” Aoshi related, gesturing wildly with his hands. “The man, that surly scoundrel, was agog. Simply agog. Positively agog. More agog than you could shake a stick at!” He began to chuckle. “And that my good friend, Himura, is a lot of agog to shake a stick at.” “Oro....” was all Kenshin could say. “And that isn’t even the half of it,” Aoshi announced, pausing to take a gulp of tea. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and began his riveting tale again. “As I was saying, this common scoundrel was agog at my accusation. He was simply unable to believe that anyone would have the presumption to accuse him of being a scoundrel. But I, Shinomori Aoshi, fear nothing. In fact it would be an acute observation on my behalf to say that Fear fears me. I laugh in the face of fear. Ha ha ha, that’s me laughing in the face of fear. The scoundrel obviously didn’t realize who he was dealing with because then he began to insult me and my mother. I was appalled at the language he used. Tsk tsk. It was shocking. Utterly shocking. I have never seen such a shocking display of shocking profanity in all my years! What if there had been children about? Think of the children, Himura, think of the children. WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Aoshi gasped and began to cry from the sheer emotion of it all. Kenshin managed a faint ‘Oro’ and looked stricken. Misao could not speak. There was a silence. Aoshi looked up and wiped his eyes. “Well, the scoundrel had thoroughly offended my sensibilities and I was not about to take anymore of his verbal abuse,” he continued as if nothing had happened. “Instead I said to that scoundrel, ‘You ought to be ashamed of that crass language. What on earth would your dear mother think? She’d certainly be spinning in her grave like a monkey gone bananas.” He paused to laugh at the pun and then continued. “ ‘Your mouth should be washed out with soap. This kind of horrendous verbal desecration must stop. I simply will not tolerate such vulgar theatrics.’ I put my foot down and went right out and told that scoundrel the error of his ways. That’s the only thing one can do in such a situation, you realize.” Kenshin was aghast. “You didn’t use your Kaiten Kenbu Rokuren attack?” It was Aoshi’s turn to look agog. Not, perhaps as agog as the bad-mouthing scoundrel but still fairly agogish. “Violence?” he gasped. “You think that I would use violence to further illustrate my point? I, Shinomori Aoshi, never use violence. I am a good citizen. I obey all laws and would never, not in a hundred thousand million billion trillion zillion years, harm the physique of another. No upstanding citizen like myself would ever do such a thing. The very idea is at the height of absurdity. No, it is beyond absurdity. It is, I daresay preposterous. Simply preposterous. Me, use violence? Well, I never!” he scoffed. “You always use violence,” Kenshin contradicted, sweatdropping. “It WAS your goal to become the most powerful man in the world, afterall.” Aoshi scoffed some more and was about to launch into ANOTHER long winded speech, but Misao beat him to it. That's all for now. Aoshi has turned into quite the chatter box, eh? He came off sounding a bit British at times, oh well. I'll post more when i write some more.........deena ______________________________________________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Internet FileZone: Always FREE! Instantly store & access your valuable PC files on the net, from any Web browser. SIGN UP NOW - http://offers.egroups.com/click/235/0 eGroup home: http://www.eGroups.com/list/kenshinfanfics Free Web-based e-mail groups by eGroups.com