Little Is Much
Hi, my newest story. This story is dark, and thus, I have rated it PG-13
for LIFE. Life is dark, especially for Misao. She's alone in the world,
homeless, and she has nowhere to go. Chased out of village after village,
she gets beaten and whipped, scarred and burned. What happens when the 16-
year-old girl happens upon the Aoiya?
Chapter 1- Memories and Injuries
She huddled in the back of the dark crawlspace. True, she shouldn't have
been there, but they had chased her out of the rotting barn she'd called
'home'. Said sarcastically by you of course, because nothing of
that.......degree would ever be a real home. But to Misao Makimachi, that
was only one of a string of 'homes' that she'd lived in.
Misao was homeless. She had been since she was just a child. Her father
was killed in the war, the revolution in which many people died. Five-and-
a-half years before her father left for the war, her mother had given birth
to a scrawny baby girl. That baby girl, of course, was Misao.
She'd always been small, and she herself supposed that it had something to
do with the fact that her mother had been ill when she'd been born. When
she was almost seven, her mother's health started to decline, and, having
no relatives or family around- not even neighbors- Misao tried her best to
care for the only person in the world she had left. A child such as
herself wouldn't be able to give her mother the care that she needed, and
her mother passed away quietly, taking with her Misao's unborn baby
Back then, it seemed like time fell to minimum movement. She had to bury
her mother's body, which took several days. The first day she started
digging she'd gotten far, for a child of her age. But that night it rained
and flooded the hole, so she had to start all over.
The farm that her family had been running skidded to a halt, and she opened
up the gates for the cows and horses to escape. The chickens were already
dead, having been eaten by a coyote or a fox. The only animals she kept
were her dog, Kiva, and her pony Fuuso.
Of course, she knew she had to leave. If she stayed, it wouldn't do her
any good, as she couldn't run the farm, and nobody in the nearest town
would want to take her in. she was too small, and, as far as others were
concerned, was supposed to die before she turned four.
Even at her current age of 16, she was only four foot nine, and in that
period of time she was considered to be a defected child. Too small to do
real work, too scrawny to be a good worker, and unable to do anything
So she rode Fuuso and Kiva followed, out of the house, out of their former
lives, and out of the township in which they lived.
Most girls her age were already married and had a child on the way, but, as
life would have it, she had yet to start her monthly procedure. Of course,
she didn't know anything about it, as she'd been alone from the age of
She pulled her knees up to her chin and waited patiently. No, patience
wasn't her strongest virtue, but after all she'd been through, she'd
learned to wait out the enemy. No matter how long it took.
When she was 13, she'd been chased from a rundown shack, and had to seek
refuge under a bridge. The bridge was fragile, and the wind was strong.
The small jutting piece of rock she'd sat on was no comfort for the girl.
Every time the wind blew, her heart thudded in her chest again. The bridge
blew closer, and the water below churned faster, but she'd stayed there for
a week and a half without moving from that spot.
Without. That had been a word she'd heard long before her parents' deaths.
'I'm sorry Misao-chan, we don't have the money for food tonight. We'll
have to do without.' It had become a common phrase in her low, meaningless
life. She'd refused to resort to stealing, but, as time passed, her ideals
changed drastically. She wouldn't steal money, or from poor people,
but.......the well-off merchants could stand to lose a loaf of bread or a
Fuuso had fallen into a hole while grazing and had come up with a broken
leg. Misao desperately wanted to keep him, but, when a local farmer
wandered by, he told her that she would be better off shooting him. It
took months for a break like he had to heal, and she didn't have the time
nor the money to wait it out.
So, she'd shot him.
That was another thing she'd taken from the house. Her fathers rifle. It
took seven shots to put the horse down. She wasn't the best aimer in the
world, and she'd peppered her friend since the age of two with bullets
until one finally sunk into his heart and killed him.
The next to die was Kiva. The dog was old, and had been when Misao was a
toddler. Now though, the old German shepherd dog was almost solid grey.
One day when Misao woke up, the old dog was stiff and very dead.
She'd buried her the next day.
She herself was still surprised that she was still alive, as life is, she
should have been dead shortly after her two companions. She called them
companions instead of pets because they were just that. She spoke to them
when she couldn't speak to anyone else, and she'd given them kisses and
hugs like a mother would her child. Back then, she wore her genki grin.
But after Fuuso died, it disappeared and was replaced with a half-hearted
grin that appeared genki on the outside, but if you looked deeply into her
eyes you could tell that it was just a façade.
A mask to cover up how she truly felt. After Kiva died, she had no one to
talk to, and so she didn't speak. She knew how, sort of. She'd heard
others speak, and had filed away the way that they spoke the words. The
grammar and pronunciation as well. But she hadn't spoken in eight years.
There was no reason to do so, as she'd just condemn herself if she opened
Every time she was caught, they questioned her- asked her if she knew what
she'd done wrong- and, of course, she kept her mouth shut. She knew what
they thought of her, and she didn't blame them one bit.
She'd been chased out of more villages than she'd like to admit. And she
didn't blame the people that chased her either. According to them, she
made their society look bad, and she was a walking disease. Who knew where
she'd been, or what she'd done? Most of the time she'd left quietly,
except when they decided that she needed a beating to go along with getting
More than once she'd been thrown out of the city gates beaten so bad she
could hardly move. She'd spend a few days in the country to heal up, but,
like always she had to return to the city, because that's where the food
Footsteps echoed overhead, and she tucked her thin body to herself even
more closely. Everything that had happened to her was deserved, or so she
thought. She'd even thought that she'd done something to deserve being
dragged through a blazing fire. And that was less than a month ago. The
burns had yet to heal.
She'd just recently arrived at this current place, and already, after a
week, she was being chased out. Hopefully, the dogs and men looking for
her would give up soon. She'd been in the dark for hours already. As soon
as they left, she would go quietly. She'd leave the village and head to
the next town.......wherever it happened to be.
Just then, her nose caught it. Food....... She hadn't eaten for several
days, and the people outside knew it. She might have been tiny and naïve,
but she wasn't stupid. The last time she'd fallen for that trick had been
the first, and she would never fall for it again. She'd nearly died that
"Come on out weasel, we know you're in there!" a man yelled roughly,
cruelly. It wasn't fair that they were using food to taunt her. Even if
she did come out, which she wasn't planning on doing, they'd never let her
eat the food.
Of course, she didn't answer. She'd earned the nickname weasel wherever
she went. It seemed like she was never around, and she truly did try to
hide herself from everyone by living in abandoned buildings, but one time
too many she'd been caught and beaten. She came and went silently, just
like a weasel did inside the chicken coop.
Nobody knew her real name either, and it was slowly fading from her memory.
She'd always kept track of her age however, as her mother told her it was
important to know. Right now she was 16. A young woman, who looked
nothing like a woman at all. Her body was so thin that you could see all
her bones, right through her clothing. She'd stopped growing taller at age
12, and, at age 13, she'd started to gain her 'womanly features'. All
except for the one thing that enabled a woman to have children.
But she had still been startled at the extra fat she'd gained on her chest.
She was afraid, but there was nobody she could have turned to. So, she'd
dealt with it alone. In solitude. By herself. But something, she supposed
that it was her mother's spirit, told her to eat. Eating would help, but
not to be a glutton. She would only get sick.
The voice in her head had sounded sad, almost regretful, as if regretting
the fact that Misao was alone in her time of need. But the spirit had
seemed to wrap itself around her, and it told her not to be afraid, that it
was normal. And it told her to pray.
She was glad she knew how. And she was also glad that praying didn't
require a voice. And so, she'd taken up praying. Her mother was a
Christian, and her father was, well, she never really knew what he was.
When she'd asked, he told her not to concern herself with things that
weren't her business.
Her mother said to ignore him. Pray to God, and he will do everything in
his power to help. And so, she ended every prayer with, "Thy will be
mine". In her head of course. She didn't always get food, or water. And
her clothes were still ripped and dirty. But she was never without a
feeling of comfort on those lonely nights when she thought that she was
going to die.
And she had a feeling that her mother was in the sky helping God take care
of her. Her wounds always healed, and, for some odd reason, she seemed to
just know what to use on her burns, scrapes, cuts, bruises, or any other
form of injury. And so far, not one of her open wounds had become the
death of her.
So she prayed for God to help her in her time of need, she asked Him to
tell her mother 'hello' for her, and she prayed to God about her baby
brother, who had yet to be named.
He would be eight years old on September 11th, which was the same day he
and her mother departed earth. Now it was August 7th. Her birthday was
November 26th. Fuuso died on May 5th, and Kiva died June 19th.
That was something else she stole. On the deaths of her friends, she would
steal flowers, if she could, from a local merchant. If no flowers could be
found, she'd get some from the woods or the fields and carry them around
all day. At the end of that day, she would throw the flowers up towards
the heavens, as she believed that that was where her family and friends'
Things didn't always work out though. Even though she prayed, she was
still caught, beaten, burned, teased, tricked, and harmed. But it didn't
matter, because she wasn't dead yet, and if God wanted her to get caught,
so be it. Maybe He had a valuable lesson to teach her.
A shot rang out in the noisy evening, and loud cursing could be heard from
the men in the crawlspace ahead of her.
"Don't try to shoot it, you fool! Do you want to kill all of us?!" one man
yelled, and a punch could be heard.
'It' was another nickname she'd received. The only way you could even tell
that she was a girl was by her long braid that went well past her behind.
It was the only hairstyle she knew, and she made sure to comb it out with
her fingers every morning to re-braid it again.
"Come on out weasel, we won't hurt you......." another man crooned. "Just
come on out, and we'll get you some food......."
She pressed up against the wall again, her bones hitting the dirt divider.
She was almost certain that the men couldn't get so far back in the
crawlspace. But just in case they did, she could escape from the almost
invisible hatch above her. There were more men up above, more than were in
the crawlspace, but there were also women.
A small part of her said that men weren't to be trusted. They weren't
always nice. Not like father. But another part of her mind argued and
said that women weren't nice either. Though they were nicer than men.
Though there were some women that had been far crueler than the men she'd
run into. One woman had beaten her with a broom, and had attempted to cut
off her hair with a butcher knife. The woman had claimed that, 'she gave
women a bad name with her flat chest and shapeless body'. Misao didn't
understand what she'd meant.
Sometimes they had even set the dogs on her. She usually never hurt a dog,
remembering Kiva's gentle nature. But after being bitten a few times,
she'd changed her mind about them.
The shuffling noise in the distance grew closer, and Misao reached a hand
up to touch the handle of the hatch above her head. In the great world of
'fight or flight', she would rather pick flight.
The shuffling of knees on the dirt-packed floor caused her to cringe. She
had been hoping that she could wait them out. Or that the crawlspace was
too small for them to reach her. But it appeared that God had other plans
She heard a metal 'clunk' and froze. The clunking continued, each clunk
bringing the heavy metal object closer to where she sat. A gun. She
stiffened like a deer caught in headlights. Guns were....... Her heart
sped up, and she gasped for breath. She had to get out, get
away.......somehow. It didn't matter how, she had to get away from the gun
that was coming for her.
They were more than frightening. They were downright terrifying. The
power of killing was embedded in them, and she felt that it was some kind
of.......evil. She'd repented, and prayed so much about killing Fuuso like
she'd done. After he'd died, she'd left the rifle in a river.
She'd been shot before....... and it only served to increase the guilt she
felt about killing Fuuso. How much pain he must have been in before the
final bullet struck.
"Are ya scared weasel?"
The voice caused her breath to stop in her throat, and she coughed
violently to rid herself of the air going down the wrong pipe. She pressed
herself up against the wall even further. She could feel her shoulder
blades protest at the grinding feeling they were receiving, but her hand
stayed on the handle to the hatch.
"We thought about smokin' ya out......." the voice continued, calm and
malicious. "But I thought that draggin' ya out would be better suited."
He moved closer, and she could see the glint of his dark eyes.
She had to escape, and fast. Before it got dark. She had trouble seeing
in the dark, as everything looked the same and she couldn't tell the floor
from the sky. Not to mention that she couldn't see animals, people, or
objects either. Night flight was the hardest of all.
He seemed to stare at her hard. "Is that long hair you've got there
weasel?" he asked, smirking wickedly. "Cause you must be a weasel-girl.
And I like girls......."
Warning bells went off in her head, and she struggled to get the hatch
open. Her hands were small, and her body was small. The door was rusty,
and the creepy man was coming closer.......
He grabbed for her foot in the dark, and pain shot up her leg, making her
immobile for a few minutes. His dirty fingernails dug into her blisters
and sores, and puss leaked out onto the ground. She had a lot of water
blisters and burns on that foot from being dragged through the fire. A
choked sob escaped her throat, and in a moment of desperation she flicked
her wrist around the handle. A pop could be heard as a few fingers left
their sockets, but the small hatch swung open.
Though she was thin, her legs weren't fat. Everything that was there was
muscle. And she used all the strength she had to pull her foot away from
him. She hauled herself out of the hatch and into the evening air.
It was almost dark. The light was fading in the west, and she struggled to
see where she ran. She had to get away from the men, from the guns, from
everything....... There were other towns. She would go somewhere else and
stay for a few days.
Her short stature didn't help her when she needed height. She jumped fence
after fence, and on the last one, a loose piece of barbed wire cut into her
leg. A gash appeared going down her whole calf, but she didn't stop to
acknowledge it. She was running on pure adrenaline, and she knew that if
she stopped, she wouldn't be able to get up.
She tripped over various objects- her face coming in contact with the
ground- but she didn't stop, scrambling up every time and running twice as
fast to gain more distance. A rock hit her back, and then all kinds of
objects slammed into her retreating figure. Since they couldn't catch her,
they'd decided to throw stuff at her.
A shovel struck her across the back, forcing her to her knees. A gunshot
rang out, and she got to her feet and ran again, a throbbing pain in her
back causing her to collapse outside the village. She laid on the ground,
her back burning with pain, until she got her breath back. She was out of
adrenaline, and all she could manage was a steady limp.
She fell into a wide field and collapsed into a heap on the grass. It was
then that she felt the burning pain in her leg as well. First her foot,
then her back, and her leg lastly. She vaguely noticed that there was a
lot of blood. But what was it coming from? Her leg, or her back? She
would have checked, but she couldn't move. It was as if she was
Her eyes slipped closed and she breathed in the warm evening air. Her
outfit was torn and dirty, and it needed washed badly. But she would have
to wait a few days before that could happen. It was as good a time as any
to sleep. Nobody would find her out here in grass that was up to a normal
person's knees. So she prayed silently with her hands folded in front of
Dear Heavenly Father,
I know that I pray a lot, and I just hope that I'm not.......getting
annoying. I'm confused still as to why you let these things happen to me
Lord. I've done all I know, but obviously it's not enough. I apologize.
I ask this every night, but.......please, tell my mother hello for me. And
tell brother that I love him, and I'm sorry I couldn't be of any more help.
Tell Fuuso that I'm sorry for what I did, and if I could do it all over
again, I would have done everything I could to help him. Tell Kiva that I
miss her, and give her a steak for me, okay? And please, help me to
overcome my injuries once again, for I seem to be gaining more every day.
If it's in your will, allow me to wake up once again tomorrow morning. Thy
will be mine Jesus. Amen.
*looks around* Where'd everyone go? ^^;; The title means, a little is a
lot. I don't know if I should change it to, "Little is Much if love is in
it" or not......hm.......
Ah well, in case you haven't figured it out YET, this story's genre's are
angst/romance/spiritual. There won't be a TON of spiritual stuff, and I'm
sorry if you don't like it. In which case, you might want to stop reading.
It's not spiritual as in, 'let's get everyone in the world saved!!', but
she does pray.
Okay, I figure that I need to explain the story thus far. Yes, she's
homeless. If you've read the story, you understand that. ^^;; The reason
that I added in the more adult theme of her turning into a woman is because
when a girl is at the age of 'growing', in which she gets breasts, she
usually has parents to tell her about such things. Misao was alone, and
obviously, she was very scared at the time. I also added in the part about
her 'not' starting her period yet, because she was too thin. Malnutrition
and stuff will mess up your menstrual cycle- or in her case- keep it from
happening. If she did start at this point in her life though, she'd
probably die from lack of blood/food.
No, I'm not a pervert. ^-~ It's life, deal with it. Now, I know you're
wondering, 'where's Aoshi??' Well.......he'll show up eventually, but I
want to get Misao's lifestyle stuck in your head first. He'll show up
within a few chapters, and Kenshin/Kaoru/Sano/Megumi and so forth will show
up as well. This is set in a surreal time, as the fact of guns, swords,
knives, brooms, horses, etc. And the VILLAGES. ^_^ I still haven't
decided if I want to put Kenshin and co. in the story from the Kamiya dojo
in a different town, or what.......I'm confused. Lol, if you have an idea,
help me!!! Ahhh! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed chapter one of this story,
well, enjoyed? More like detested. ^-^ Anywayz, if you have a favorite
line or something, put it in your review so I know what my readers like.
::Love you all::
PS. Please, leave a review. I'd love it sooo much!