It was a quiet day in Kyoto, as Misao Makamichi was on her way to Aoiya.
"Aoshi-sama!" shouted Misao, happily coming in. "I'm back!!!"
There was no response...as usual.
"He's out at the shrine again," said Okina, as the old man who had raised Misao as his own granddaughter, sat at a table, drinking some tea.
Misao puffed out her cheeks as she pouted, "Why doesn't Aoshi-sama ever show his affection to me?" She loved Aoshi dearly and knew he had feelings for her. He never wanted her involved with the Obiwubunshu, so she could live safely and happily. But the only way she could ever be happy was to be with Aoshi.
"Misao, Aoshi-sama has some demons to work out," said Okina, "It's not easy for him to open up to people...not that he ever really did that before,"
Misao sighed; it was true. With the deaths of their comrades in Tokyo and the recent battle against Makoto Shishio and the Juppungatana, Aoshi had much weighing on his soul and mind.
"But what can I do...?" whined Misao.
"Well, if its to be Aoshi-sama's wife you wish, perhaps you should start with your homemaking skills," said Okina.
Come to think of it, Misao never considered what she would be doing if and after she married Aoshi. She was pretty bad at cleaning and her cooking was considered worthy of being an assassination poison.
Perhaps she should start with improving her cooking skills. But how?
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