THIS IS YOUR FAULT

BY RIKKU MINOUKE

CHAPTER ONE

"Can I just say, right now… at this very moment…. I hate you," a woman sat against the corner of a brick wall. Her blue hair framed her face as the back of her head pressed into the bricks. She sighed as her eyes watched the slight movement of her tennis shoes rocking back and forth.

"I don't see how this is my fault in the least bit."

Rotating her head to the right, she could only see the brown laceless Doc Martins of the man leaning against the other side of the corner. "Well, let me tell you Kurama. I do believe that you were trying to prove that some plant had some sort of chemical or something in its petals. So you brought me into your office."

"Please tell me you don't believe that I knew that man would be raiding my office." His voice was even and calm, yet underneath Botan could feel the anger heating his words.

"You said yourself that the boy was one of your students," Botan retorted. "Somehow you must have seen the signs."

She heard the red haired man take a deep breath before he spoke again. "I would hardly call that twenty some year old man a boy. And frankly, Ms. Botan, I do not appreciate the way you are speaking to me. This situation is not my fault and I do not know how you would have liked me to handle it differently."

"For starters," Botan could feel her back stiffen involuntarily, "Did you not see any clues that this … man… had issues? And what do you think he was looking for anyways that would result in this out come?"

Silence surrounded them for several minutes while Kurama pondered her questions. "I haven't exactly had much time to learn much about Mr. Maro; this is the first week of the new semester, keep in mind. And as for anything worth ripping apart my office for, I have no clue. Unless ungraded papers are one of the triggers for that particular student."

"Was that a joke?"

"What? Of course not," Kurama scrunched his forehead in confusion. "I'm merely stating that he might have some previous mental influence that we are unaware of that could have resulted in this."

"Ok," Botan said and sat in a moments silence. Her eyes drifted over the young students walking by who ignored the two of them sitting on the cement sidewalk. "What do we do next, try to get back into your office?"

"We could always see if there is someone with tools still on campus," Kurama asked. "Given it is a Friday at 6:30, I do not see how likely that may be."

"We have to do something," Botan brought her knees into her chest and pushed herself off the ground. "Come on Kurama, I can't go without you, can I?" She stepped around the corner and straightened to her full height. The metal band around her wrist pulled tight as the chain connected to it tugged on Kurama's wrist.

His eyes locked on the device, with what Botan assumed was hatred. "I really wish he would have left the handcuffs out of this."

"Well I guess we just have to learn to deal with each other's company long enough to fix this mess." Botan smiled at him as he stood up. "Let's go find some tools and a phone."

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Thank you everyone who has been patiently waiting for my return. I'm on my final stages of my therapy courses, hopefully. And this is the first time in a long time that I've had enough drive to be able to write and damn do I feel good about it. This story here will be really short, I didn't want to start another story with the four or so that I have in progress. Honestly though I feel a bit out of the game so I wanted something to help me slide back into things. So in the end, this will only be a couple of chapters. Short and hopefully interesting haha. I don't even know what this will be about yet. I just kind of started writing. Now that I've started the process I hope to stick around and keep getting healthier to where I can write the things I used to that I know all of you really want.

Here's to hope and wish me luck on staying healthy!

XOXO

Rikku Minouke