Disclaimer: I don’t own Rurouni Kenshin in any form or fashion. I know it is sad. I am writing stories with other people’s ideas. So I have to write a disclaimer. Now the people who actually own the rights to Rurouni Kenshin can’t sue me.
Misao: Can you stop muttering useless things and write the fic?!?! I have some serious stuff to think about and you are wasting my precious time! * A hand touched her shoulder and she stops talking*
Aoshi: Misao, if you don’t stop talking, then she can never write the fic. This thing is about me, too.
Puff: Thanks, Aoshi. On to the fic!!!!
One-Shot Poem-fic from Misao’s POV
Aoshi’s eyes are gorgeous. But they are frozen and immune to any form of feeling. I wonder if he even has emotions. He did, but does he now?
Pools of icy water; never letting emotion seep
His eyes look like they have been frozen, unaware of how much an uncaring, unfeeling, look hurts.
Pools of icy water; so cold
When Aoshi stares, his beautiful frozen eyes appear fathomless. They never stop getting deeper, if you look at them closely.
Pools of icy water; so deep
There is something behind the eyes. I just know it. The trick is getting to it.
Pools of icy water; hide what’s inside
His heart is there. Behind the frozen exterior, his heart lies in wait. Too afraid of getting hurt, again.
Pools of icy water; behind the ice, there lies a heart
The heart has yet to be frozen. The heart is still beating strongly. It craves attention, the attention that the frosty outer surface won’t allow.
Pools of icy water; the heart is warm
The frigid eyes try to cool the heart, to the point where it will be like it doesn’t even exist.
Pools of icy water; the ice tries to freeze the heart
I know that will never happen. His heart will never freeze. Aoshi won’t let it happen.
Pools of icy water; but it will never succeed
I, too, will not let it happen. Aoshi will not be turned into a hardhearted beast. That will not happen to my love.
Pools of icy water; because love will never let that happen
The ice is just a surface, a mask you could say. To keep Aoshi from getting hurt. His heart is still weak and needs a façade to heal. When he is ready, he will shed the mask. I will be there, ready to help him along the way. His heart will need someone to help it heal. The wounds on his body may have scarred, but the wounds inside are still fresh and bleeding.
Pools of icy water; only run skin deep
Author’s Notes:
The poem is mine, please don’t steal it. I wrote it, thinking about how Aoshi’s cold exterior is like a mask. This fiction is from Misao’s point of view. At first, the main topic is his eyes; it then switches to his general attitude. Please read and review.