Subject: [kffdisc] Misao's Wish Part 4 Date: Sun, 18 Apr 1999 08:02:19 PDT From: "Miss Hideki" Reply-To: kffdisc@onelist.com To: aoshimisaofics@egroups.com CC: kffdisc@onelist.com From: "Miss Hideki" Hello Minna. This is Miss Hideki and she has *finally* finished Misao's WIsh Part 4. We all remember Misao's Wish, right? She meets her fairy god mother and wishes for Aoshi to talk a lot? Heh heh heh. This takes place right after the 8 minute long French kiss...hee hee. This part is very silly so enjoy!!! Oh and there is some swearing beacue my darling Sano makes an appearence. Cheers, Miss Hideki Disclaimer: Yep, they exist :P ######### Misao's Wish Part 4 ######### Misao hummed a real sweet ditty as she brushed her hair. Things couldn’t have been better. She and Aoshi had done a lot of naughty things last night. She blushed at the memories. After so long, Aoshi was finally hers. It was almost too good to be true. She frowned slightly. He sure did talk a lot though. Something would have to be done about that. He had turned into a veritable chatterbox. Her attention to her hair was interrupted when the door opened and then slammed shut. She looked over to see what the disturbance was. Leaning against the door, nonchalantly chewing on a fishbone was Sanosuke. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “And don’t you know how to knock?” “I came to see the new, fucked Shinomori,” he replied, grinning. “Kenshin was all spooked out last night. Even went Battousai for a bit, he did. Kept rambling ‘bout how Shinomori was babbling his brains out. He thought he was imagining things. But I’m here to check it out.” He cracked his knuckles in anticipation. “So where’s that cold bastard?” Misao glared at him. “How dare you speak that way about Aoshi- sama, you stupid chicken head?!” He chuckled condescendingly. “Still lusting after that ol’ asshole, eh there Weasel girl? Haven’t you figured out that he ain’t got the balls to make the first move? You’re gonna die an ol’ maid since there ain’t no one else who’d have you. Hell, even Yahiko’s got a chick!!!” Misao quickly turned seven shades of red and three shade of purple and then abruptly regained her natural color. She smiled cunningly, in a manner befitting to her nickname. Filing her nails with one of her knives she remarked, “Just like you haven’t got the balls to make the first move with Megumi-san?” “Whadyasay?” he sputtered, choking on his fishbone. “You’re all talk chicken head but the truth of the matter is that you haven’t got anyone either. And you’re not man enough to take Megumi-san even though you want her so bad!!!” Sano stalked towards her. “Why you little jerk-faced weasel girl-” Misao wasn’t intimidated. “You’re just afraid that she’ll say no and won’t want you. Well who could blame her? She’s an intelligent, attractive doctor. Why would she go for a stupid, dirty, ugly, gangster you? You stink!!!” “Little girl you are SO F***ING DEAD!!!!!!!!” Just as Sano was about to strangle Misao, the door stormed open and in stumbled Aoshi who looked bedraggled and was out of breath. “I daresay,” he huffed, leaning against the doorjamb for support. “You leave my little honey bunches of oats alone, you uncouth scallywag!!!” “Oh Aoshi-sama,” Misao gushed. “You came to save me!” Sano’s mouth dropped open. “Yes that’s right Sagara-san,” he panted, wiping his brow, pooped out from the run. “You should be afraid of me. Very afraid of me. I am the epitome of fear and I shan’t hesitate to strike my lethal fear into your heart!!! You obviously need to be taught a lesson and I am just the person to do it. Terrorizing a helpless young maiden, have you no shame? No sense of propriety? Misao-chan is a very delicate young lady. I won’t let you lay a hand on her, a finger on her, a nail on her, anything on her!!! Do you hear me, young man? I will die before I let the likes of you touch her! And I’ll have you know that Shinomori Aoshi doesn’t make empty threats! No indeed, he lives up to every word he utters!!! “And that’s a lotta words,” Misao thought to herself. Sano’s fishbone dropped to the floor. He turned to Misao wildly. “It’s an imposter!!! The real Shinomori’s been kidnapped and they left THAT it his place!!!” He cracked his knuckles and glared Aoshi. “You cheap imitation! Get your sorry ass back to wherever the hell you came from and give Misao the real Shinomori back!!! She’s already been hurt enough, goddamn it!!!” Aoshi’s face turned red. “Why you vulgar rascal-” Misao quickly began to shove Aoshi out of the room. “I need to talk to Sano for a few minutes, Aoshi-sama. Why don’t you go and have a nice meditation at the temple?” She gave him one final push and hurriedly shut the door. Outside Aoshi started to pound upon the door. “I daresay, what’s all this about? How can you just push me out the door and leave yourself vulnerable to that roguish knave? Who will protect you? You’re only a delicate little lily-” Misao rolled her eyes. “He’s a tad bit theatrical,” she informed Sano. “We’ve gotta get rid of that guy,” Sano cried above the hullabaloo that Aoshi was making. “He’s obviously a fraud. Someone is trying-” “He’s not a fraud, dumb ass,“ she yelled annoyed. “He’s Aoshi- sama. The real one.” Sano snorted. “Are you trying to play me for a fool?” “It wouldn’t take much,” she shot back. “Listen Weasel girl,” Sano began a condescending tone of voice. “You’re only a little child. You don’t know shit all about anything and so I’d suggest that you bugger off and let a real man handle this.” He cracked his knuckles. “Go throw those little knives of yours at a tree or something.” Misao was pissed off. This idiot was so stupid. It would take a lot to penetrate through that thick skull of his. So she Ke Cho kicked him something fierce. “YEOW!!!” Sano yelled. “YOU STUPID LITTLE-” She smashed her fist into his face. “ARE YOU GONNA LISTEN TO ME OR NOT YOU DUMB ASS!!!!!!!!!” Sano fell to the floor, his eyes all swirly, chibi Megumis with fox ears and fishbones circling his head. “Ororororo, fucking shit,” he muttered. She glared down at him, her hands on her hips. “Well? Are you ready to listen to what I have to say?” He shook his head. “Why’re the’ so many Fox Ladies? What’s she doin’ here for anyways? Oh I see stars. They’re so purdy...” Misao made a face. Had she knocked him silly? She causally kicked his head. That seemed to do the trick. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???!!!” he roared. “Saving your life, you fool,” she snapped back. “You were knocked silly. Not that there was much difference though.” “Alright Weasel, this is it,” he said threateningly, cracking his knuckles. “You’re gonna die!!!” Misao looked bored. “Do you really wanna injured me and then take the risk of having Aoshi-sama chatter you into a coma?” Sano stopped, his eyes widening. “Hell no, motherfucker!!!” he cried. “And do you want me to tell you what happed to Aoshi-sama?” “Yeah,” he said sighing. “If ya think ya know. I still think that he’s an imposter an’-” “Sano?” “What?” “Shut the hell up.” He frowned, clearly not impressed with having to take orders from her but his curiosity was enough to make him keep his yapper shut. “Like I said before, he’s not an imposter. He’s the real Aoshi- sama. I oughta know since I...” she tugged at her braid nervously. Telling him what she had done wasn’t going to be as easy as she first thought. “Spit it out, Weasel,” Sano said, impatiently. “What ‘cha do this time?” She glared at him. What an insensitive jerk he was. Couldn’t he see that this was a delicate subject with her and that she was clearly embarrassed about it? “What an insensitive jerk you are. Can’t you see that this is a delicate subject with me and that I’m clearly embarrassed about it?” “Huh? You spent all this time raising hell about wantin’ ta tell me ‘bout what really happened to Shinomori and now you’re chickening out? Man, this is rich,” he muttered, looking incredulous. “I never chicken out!” she shrieked. “Aoshi-sama’s talking a lot because that’s what I wished for!!!” There. She had said it. She folded her arms across her chest and dared him to say anything. He didn’t say anything. Instead he began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more. And laugh some more. Did I mention that he laughed and laughed some more? “You stop laughing and laughing some more,” Misao shrieked, enraged. “My Fairy God Mother made my wish come true! And for your information, I happen to like this new and improved Aoshi-sama very much!!! Well, sorta,” Sano could not speak. He tried to many times but it just didn’t happen. The only thing that was coming out of his yap was chortles and guffaws. This was too much for him. Fairy God Mothers? What the hell was that? And wishes? The poor Weasel girl. Too much lusting after Shinomori had made her go bonkers. “WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!” Suddenly there was that familiar POOF and there appeared the little fairy. “Fairy God Mother!” Misao cried, delighted. Sano stared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Looking for a new hobby? Want to make a new friend? http://www.ONElist.com Come join one of the 115,000 e-mail communities at ONElist!