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Staging Staging # 3 In the Storm

Here's another semi-drabble .... Rurouni Kenshin I am told that there are too many MA, but bueh, I already did and I do not delete XD. Today I read my old stories ... and I realize that, but one that another grammatical error, my writing has not changed at all. I have not improved one bit, even after 17 chapters Kamisama Kenshin, eight with Aishiteruze Killer, three Immoral Desire and four Incomparable (my very first story:: tears::). Sometimes I think the writing is not my thing, in fact, seeing that I posted earlier seems backwards instead of forward ... But bueh, what are you going to do XD It's a hobby any more, anyway. Not that my fate depends on how good writer I am, no? XD.

"Rurouni Kenshin" is not mine at all, nor any of its characters. This paper is for entertainment. Misao

turned his eyes heavenward for a moment after hearing thunder. It looked black and threatening even though they were only five in the afternoon, the leaden clouds invaded it with cruel indifference. "Soon it will rain," said Okina carefree, filling the young ninja of deep consternation. He sure is still there, as every evening, and did not want to catch cold if he decided to return.

- Are you going out, Misao-chan? "Asked the old man with no response, watching the girl out at high speed in the house with an umbrella in hand.

- That Shinomori weasel never leaves alone!

"Shut up, Yahiko, you can hear. -Kaoru rebuked his pupil.

drops began to fall harder and abundance as Misao walked right by which it increased its speed. He pondered long afternoons at the temple and returned to Aoiya the evening, but he did not know how that would last the clouds cry but would expect to stay there the rest of the day. The view from the front door to the courtyard of the shrine stopped his steps, and pushed his wet wood with the hip to gain entry. The door did not budge an inch, despite the many times he repeated the action, with increasing force. "Stupid door, he thought sly, leaving the umbrella at the side to help with the hands to open the locked entrance, as she thought he was. However, the door did not budge, and apparently would not, because to poke his eye he noticed the space between it and the wall was a large timber that kept them together.

looked at the sky in despair, cursing those black clouds that hampered its late, and the infamous piece of wood as a lock, preventing their mission and desire to help Aoshi-sama. Only then did he realize I was soaked, because after leaving the umbrella at a rain swept aside free your body, ignoring the tiny roof that covered the entrance to the temple. It would be pointless to stay, he thought, because it was safer that Aoshi-sama did not come out with a storm like this, I ought to go, yes sir.

And Misao sat with an open umbrella over her, supporting her back at the entrance of the temple and watching the water flow like a river of mud-soaked soil, just like her. "Well, I've never known for being sensible," he said as a justification, not noticing when she fell asleep between the cold of the night and the wind ice seeped their bones.

When he could finally open his eyes, his whole body felt like in the middle of a blazing fire. The head and eyelids ached like every part of him, while all around things went round and round as if he had drunk a large amount of alcohol. It was a nice feeling at all. Could not tell where I was except that he was under cover, but did recognize the man beside her, changed their wet clothes under a white blanket, scrupulously careful not to reveal anything about her female body that could be embarrassing display. His first impulse was to cover and resist, but she was so weak that he lost consciousness once again unable to verify if indeed this man was who she thought.

Night fell on the temple, further obscuring its corners under the unrelenting storm. Aoshi stood over the girl's head with a damp cloth, to lower his fever. He recalled the many times she did the same thing, every time it rained was waiting outside the temple or in the next room if it was cold, until he decided to quit. She wondered why she was doing if there were any opportunities that he had indeed gone out to walk with her in the rain because it always ended before he left or did not end until dawn, and she slept in that room.

had forgotten the reason why this particular day decided to close the door, the sky was beautiful in the morning and never thought it would rain. If it were not for the noise at the input and felt it was surprised not to hear the footsteps of Mass in the courtyard of the temple in the heavenly water would never have known that the girl was there, sleeping in the entrance to the sanctuary. The hours passed slowly and quietly, allowing the former Oniwabanshuu noticing details that had not previously given special attention. He seemed to rain on illuminate further conclusions.

paused to contemplate the firelight the girl who slept beside him. Her feminine features were not as rude and childish as before, now Misao was growing up and adolescence was raging in your body, to the point of no longer seen as a child, but as a woman. With a serious face unwavering, gently stroked her black hair, dissecting his face flushed with fever and mouth agape he breathed with difficulty.

The next morning, Misao woke up in the temple on a futon and covered with blankets. He wore a white gown, and your mind whirling memories vague last night, which saw Aoshi-sama caring for her, watching her arrest, stroking her hair, lightly touching her lips with her male ... Put his fingers to his mouth, almost certainly have felt the contact and the warmth of his superior, surprised and confused at the possibility it was true.

-Wear soon. We will go to the doctor Takani, taking advantage of that came with Himura and others. "I heard that Aoshi-sama through the door with the seriousness and coldness that I used to see him since she was a baby.

- S. .. yes! At one point, Aoshi-sama.

"Hehehe, what a fool ...", laughed to herself, smiling blushing, and without removing the fingers from his lips. "As if it could really happen."

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Too cloying? Yeah, I know ... Today I'm pink to death ... at least in terms of writing, as you will see after this semi-drabble. And until it has become the giant tag that is definitely on my list x_x I write more.