彼女を失った

Hearing his occupation, being a solider, it all made sense. His style of clothes screamed battle, according to the idol. However, she does admit he looks cool in them.

⊰♬⊱— “It’s okay, Kagenai-san.” She warmly assured him, a gentle smile is shown on her features. “Forgive and forget! I have forgiven you, so the situation is solved, right?” Her smile brightened to, once again, assure him that she is fine.

Although, forgetting about the kiss will be a challenge.

⊰♬⊱— “Kagenai-san? Do you like flowers?” She curiously asked the taller man suddenly, “I was about to go visit the flower garden near the park here… Do you want to come with me?” That’s it! A small activity for them to do to forget this situation! It is perfect since Miku was going to see the flowers before… that happened.

⊰♬⊱— “They have the most beautiful flowers; it’s worth seeing!”

                        The invitation to go view flowers was                         kind of her, especially considering he'd                         stupidly taken her lips' virginity. The                         ex soldier took her offer up, giving a                         small smile.

       " That would be lovely, miss... "        Flowers. Flowers meant calm        and quiet, silence away from        the clattering in the streets.

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⊰♬⊱— “I-It’s okay! It was a mistake after all!” She tried to reassure him. The kiss keeps entering her mind, making her heart flutter. She wonders how her heart can do that, considering she is an android.

She let out a shy smile as he gave her a pat on the head. 

⊰♬⊱— “Well, it sure is an interesting way to meet someone!” she lightly joked, giggling softly. “You didn’t mean no harm, so I forgive you.” She briefly thought back to the kiss scene again, but curiously started to think - why did he do that? Did she resembled this person that much to him? Like he stated, this person was really important to him.

For a second, her eyes shown sadness as she stared at the man. Losing someone important must be tough; she can only feel sympathize towards the subject. She blinked, and the sadness in her eyes disappeared into thin air.

⊰♬⊱— “Oh, I’m sorry I haven’t catch your name.” She suddenly said, a gentle smile was on her features. 

⊰♬⊱— “My name is Hatsune Miku! May I know your name?”

                                       " I am still sorry for my mistake, Hatsunesan. "                                          Bowing once more, he vaguely wondered about                                        the sadness in her eyes before replying to her                                          inquiry.

        " Kagenai Misosazai. Son of Kagenai Hiroshi and Kagenai Miyoko.           Second High General of the Imperial Army, Commanding Officer of           the 569th Regiment. Ex-soldier and combat strategy specialist. "             Giving a militaristic bow, it was short and curt.

              Though it was a wonder,         he was such a decorated soldier.                        Yet he dressed traditionally.

It all happened so fast. She felt sudden warmth on her shoulders, her world spinning, then a soft warmth on her lips.

Her teal orbs widen in shock, trying to compute on what just happened. A man in front of her, suddenly… kissing her?

                              "Tsurusama… I’ve missed you so much…”

Feeling his lips on her jaw, a flash of red is soon spread along her cheeks. She stood there as he kissed her lips over and over, her heart thudding loudly against her chest. Her eyes are now half-open, loosing herself into these kisses…

But her senses kicked in. 

She gently tapped on his shoulder, finding the opportunity to pull away from him, a little breathless. This is her first kiss, and she didn’t expect it to happen this way. 

Flustered, she slowly looked up at him, staring into his ocean eyes.

⊰♬⊱— “Ah… um…” She stammered, shyly glancing down for a second, then looking back at him. “I… I’m sorry but… I’m not the… person who you think I-I am…” She shyly looked off to the side, twirling a piece of hair. “I-I’m sorry…”

                                                              Flushing in embarrassment, the male let go of the young female and bowed low to the ground. " My apologies, miss... I mistook you for someone dear to me, then. It is my fault. You are faultless. "

                Damn. Why would he think it was         his Tsurusama?                     She left him.                           Perhaps for good.

                    Standing up only when he was assured he had bowed long enough, in deep grievance, the male patted the girl on her head lightly. He was clueless to the fact that he'd stolen this innocent maiden's first kiss in such a confusing, vulgar manner.

                                                       She looked like Tsuru. That alone was                                                          grounds for his arms grabbing her                                                                shoulders, spinning the girl on her heel,                                                        and crashing his lips to her's. While                       she wasn't Tsuru, she was still a beautiful young lady.

                                                                            " Tsurusama... I've                                                        missed you so much... " Pressing lips to                                                        her jaw and her lips over and over                                                                        again in hard, needing kisses,                                        tears laced with his eyelashes. Fingers gently rubbed along her neck, holding her close in a near vice-like grip.

                                    Fingers raised to a bitten through lip, wiping away                                         the crimson fluid. The water helped heal it a little                                         faster (or at least, stop bleeding a little faster), a                                           pink tongue slipping out to lick it clean.

      Heat always did this, and yet, medically                he couldn't take a cold bath.        So warm bath it was.

                        Not exactly his choice, after all. Azure hues slid over to the                           shoji as it slid open, naked body glistening slightly with the                           water droplets that clung to his pale skin.

                                                           The graceful cherry blossoms fell                                                                  before the fusuma of the frontal                                                                    region of his home, the gently curved                                                            roof covered in the pink, soft petals. It                                                            was a wonder why the man inside the                                                            home wasn't enjoying the natural                                                                  beauty of such plants.

                                          For he was a man, nowadays, of simple pleasures.                      Pleased by his surroundings and his nature.

                               Fingers picked up the tray of tea and crackers, a                                          second teacup sitting on the tray ---- if some quiet,                                        gentle person were to offer to join him. Sitting outside                                  on the steps leading up to the fusuma, his hand placed                                the tray down, pouring one cup of tea. Sipping it slowly,                                the male became lost in his thoughts, unaware of the                                    young woman sitting next to him by time he'd snapped                                  out of it. Bowing his head, lips parted, allowing him to                                    speak.

3. Name one or more of their bad habits.

Misosazai’s bad habits include, but are not limited to ;

                                                                          Laying on his futon, the                                                                             male let out a light yawn.                                                                           It was moonlit out, yet he                                                                           could not sleep.

                                                    His children honestly plagued his mind at these nightly times.

                                    Were they well sheltered?                                     Did they, and their mother by extension, have                                           enough to eat?                                     Were they getting an education?                                     Were they... Happy?

                            These thoughts cruelly plagued his mind. In a fit of annoyance, his fingers slid on a light robe like kimono over his sleep yukata, feet sliding into low rise geta as he began a walk around the silent, moonlit streets.

             The sight of a white bow caught his working eye, making him turn around quickly. That was... His daughter, wasn't it? Rubbing the left eye quickly, as to not prove hallucinating, her figure never wavered, and stayed in place.

                    Fingers delicately gripped her shoulder, arms wrapping around her thin frame in a hug so close to his heart.

                                                                                  Ba-dump.                                                       Ba-dump.                            Ba-dump.

                                                             Another attack was just a moment away. If only that man could get his anger calmed down. His yelling was morphing, in the veteran's mind, into his old commanding officer (and, by transgression, his own voice as a commanding officer).

                Please stop     please stop                             PLEASE STOP ----

                                         Two hands wrapped, without his own mind in control, around the man's throat, one covering his hand. A serious look rested in his eyes ---- cold, steely... Grey. He was not himself anymore. Misosazai was back in the war, his mind clouded by wartime instinct.