The Measure of a Man
Written by Jenna Muff. Based on the story Young Again by Fitz. 090003-??????
Disclaimer: Number one, I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, or any of the characters, places, or events therein. Number two, I don't own the original concept for this story; it belongs solely to Fitz-sama, who graciously granted permission for this little side story to be written. Domo arigatou, Fitz-sama!
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A bit of background information…
As was stated in the disclaimer, this story is based on Fitz's original fanfic, Young Again. If you haven't read that particular fic before, you'd best go and do so now. Firstly, it's a fabulous story, well-conceived and funny to boot. Secondly, if you skip the source material, you'll be mightily confused by my little alternate venture, as it picks up in the middle of the original story.
The Measure of a Man starts after the end of Young Again's fourth chapter. Because this will be an A/U of Fitz's original fic, you'll find that some things have changed a bit…to say more would spill too many beans! Enjoy! :D
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"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." --Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Yahiko yawned and sat up, rubbing at his eyes and scrubbing a hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. His first thought was that he'd had the weirdest dream of his entire life. Kenshin and Kaoru and Sano getting turned into little kids…Yahiko no baka! It was ridiculous, and not just a little childish...no pun intended. Yahiko rolled his eyes and yawned again as he hauled himself to his feet and stretched. "You know you're going crazy when your brain starts punning on you," he muttered. Between that and my freakishly real dreams, maybe I've already cracked and just don't know it…
That line of thinking ended rather abruptly, as a loud crash and a few muffled yells wafted through the shouji. The events of the previous day popped into Yahiko's brain yet again, and he gave a low groan. "It wasn't a dream," he reminded himself aloud, shoving the shouji open and jogging down toward the kitchen, from whence the racket had come. I wonder if busu and the others are still little kids.
A high-pitched voice reached Yahiko's ears as he neared the kitchen. "Damn it, Kenshin, why'd you drag me out of bed for this if you weren't gonna keep your own balance?" The language certainly belonged to Sanosuke, although the tone was much too shrill for the adult version. Yahiko hid a grin. That answers that.
Kenshin was in the middle of an apology when Yahiko entered the kitchen. The little redhead was already dressed, and looked as though he'd been up for quite a while. It wasn't a surprise, really; Kenshin always got up before everyone else, usually to make breakfast.
Sano caught sight of Yahiko first. The miniature street fighter looked far more rumpled than did Kenshin—not all that unusual, actually, but with the way Sano was rubbing his neck and glaring at Kenshin, Yahiko figured the two had something to do with the crash he'd heard. "Hey, brat," Sano said by way of greeting. It was comical, coming from a child several years younger than the "brat."
"'Morning, brats," Yahiko answered with a wide grin. "So, you're still babies, I see."
"Yahiko, we are not babies, that we are not," Kenshin said with a frown. His little face had a hard time with the expression, however, and he ended up looking adorably pouty. "We are still adults, no matter what we look like."
"Kenshin's absolutely right!" Kaoru sang out, bouncing into the kitchen with all the energy of an eight-year-old girl. "Good morning, everyone! Mou, I'm starving! What's for breakfast?"
Yahiko became abruptly aware that Kaoru and Sano were staring expectantly at him. "Whoa! I just got up myself! Besides, even if my cooking wouldn't poison us like busu's does, Kenshin's is way better!"
Kaoru's cheeks flushed, and she curled her little fingers into fists. "Yahiko…" she said warningly, although her young voice warped her threat into more of a whine.
"Yeah, well, about that," Sano grumped, shooting a sour glance at Kenshin. "Ken-chan over there woke me up way too early this morning, wantin' me to help him get breakfast started."
"Why would Kenshin want your help, Sano?" Yahiko asked incredulously. "You know even less about cooking than the busu!"
"Yahiko!" Kaoru protested again, her voice just a bit more high-pitched than before.
Sano grinned up at Yahiko, and the eleven-year-old noticed that Kenshin looked decidedly annoyed. "The little shrimp couldn't reach anything!" Sano crowed, dark eyes dancing merrily. "He wanted to stand on my shoulders so he could get ahold of the tofu and stuff!" His smile faded into a scowl, which actually made him look cuter than had the smile. "O' course, as soon as I hoisted him up, he decided to lose his balance and take me down with him. 'Bout broke my neck!"
"You did not," Kenshin objected somewhat petulantly. "If you hadn't stumbled over your own feet, Sano, I would never have lost my balance, that I would not!"
"I was still half-asleep!" Sano argued. "'s not my fault you're such a shrimp!"
"I am not a shrimp!" Kenshin insisted. "Yahiko, make him quit calling me that—!" The surrealism of the situation seemed to hit the small rurouni as soon as the childlike request left his mouth, and he visibly winced. "I cannot believe I just said that, that I cannot," he muttered.
Yahiko, meanwhile, was having a hard time keeping his amusement contained. "Sano, if you can't be nice, I'll just have to spank you," he said, the mocking threat broken by snorts of laughter.
"You don't dare try it, brat!" came the rather piercing reply. Sano's intimidation-factor had officially dropped below the floorboards, Yahiko thought. It was pretty hard to be a menacing soprano.
"Well, what are we going to do for breakfast, then?" Kaoru asked, twirling her hair around one finger. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a sandal!"
"Hey, there's an idea. At least Kenshin would be able to reach those," Sano remarked with a lopsided grin.
Kenshin leveled an admittedly fierce glare on Sanosuke—though, truth be told, it was more akin to the ferocity of a kitten stalking a leaf than anything else. Still, the little redhead managed to inject a good amount of threat into his voice as he said, "I may be short, Sanosuke, but I'm still faster than you, and I still remember how to do a Ryu Tsui Sen, that I do."
"Which reminds me, Yahiko," Kaoru chimed in, turning her sparkling gaze upward to her student, "you won't be slacking off just because your sensei is eight years old. Five hundred practice swings by lunchtime, and I want the floor of the dojo looking like new by the end of the day!"
Yahiko folded his arms and looked down at the little girl, raising his brows in amazement. In her pink kimono and matching pink ribbon, Kaoru hardly looked threatening, but she was still acting like the old busu—bossy and way too demanding. "Is that so?" he asked skeptically. At Kaoru's affirming nod, he smirked, and continued, "Just how do you plan to make me?"
Her face turned red, and she sputtered, "B-but…you wouldn't dare—!"
"The way I see it, I'm the oldest now," Yahiko continued. "I get to tell you what to do, busu-chan!"
"Why you—!!" A vein was becoming visible in mini-Kaoru's forehead. Her fists were knotted so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. "Yahiko, you shouldn't disrespect your teacher, even if she is smaller than you," she said through clenched teeth. "I said you were to practice today, and you'd better practice, or I'll—"
"What? You'll cry? C'mon, busu, I deserve a break after dealing with the three of you yesterday!" Yahiko exclaimed. "I'll practice after lunch, and I might—might clean the floor," and his smirk turned evil as he added, "but only if you're a good girl and you let me take Sano and Kenshin fishing."
Kaoru's mouth dropped open, and she stared bewilderedly at her student. She seemed to be fighting an internal war; Yahiko wondered if she would fight him, in which case he'd have to be careful not to hurt her while he fended her off, or would she consent, thereby sparing everyone a lot of stress and shrieking?
"Maa, maa, Kaoru-dono," Kenshin put in, surprisingly soothingly for an eight-year-old, "I will stay and help clean the dojo, that I will. Yahiko and Sano can go catch some fish for lunch, is that all right?"
"Aw, Kenshin, come on," little Sano drawled, "weren't you ever a normal little kid? Let's us men go fishing, and leave the little woman here to…to do whatever womenfolk do!"
"We cannot leave Kaoru-dono here alone, that we cannot," Kenshin objected adamantly.
"You're right," Yahiko said, frowning in thought. He hadn't considered that, actually. While the busu's attitude was as bad as ever, she would be helpless if anything happened while he was gone. Any of them would be, actually, he admitted to himself. Even Kenshin. A chill ran down his spine at the thought of any of them getting hurt as a result of his own carelessness. "Well, Kaoru, what if you went to visit Megumi-san for the day? That way, you wouldn't be left here alone, and I could still take the boys fishing."
"Hey, brat, we aren't boys, we're guys, got it?" Sano growled.
Kaoru looked around at all of them, biting her lip. Finally, she heaved a sigh that made her bangs flutter over her eyes. "All right, I guess I'm outnumbered, and since I'm too small to properly beat the stuffing out of you…" She trailed off, glaring darkly at Yahiko. "The next chance you give me, Yahiko, the very instant you let your guard down, you'll be sorry," she muttered.
"Hey, and Megumi'll feed us breakfast, too!" Sano exclaimed cheerfully, throwing one small fist in the air. His big eyes shone. "Let's go, I'm starving!" He gave Yahiko a broad grin. "Y'know, this stint might not be so bad. After all, who can say no to a hungry little kid?"
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Megumi gave a sigh as she watched her guests wolfing the meal she had set out for them. Sano and Yahiko ate ravenously, as they usually did, and Kaoru wasn't much better. Ken-san, though, didn't eat very much, and was far slower about it than the other three. Megumi was a bit concerned, but she wouldn't comment unless the child showed an unhealthy lack of appetite over the next several days. She would have to ask Yahiko to keep an eye on him.
What a turnaround, the doctor thought bemusedly. "When you all stop to catch a breath, I'd like to know how everyone is adjusting to the situation," she remarked, giving Kaoru in especial a reproving look. Really, she may be eight years old, but she could at least maintain some semblance of manners at the table!
"Not very well, Megumi-dono," Ken-san answered, a bit morosely. Megumi had to restrain her chuckles; the former hitokiri looked positively charming with his thick red locks spilling over to hide the large purple eyes. "I would feel better if I had my sakabatou back…"
"I was going to bring it to the dojo later on," Megumi reminded him. "In fact, I'll bring it with me when I bring tanuki-chan home tonight, all right?"
Sanosuke nearly choked on his rice. "Ha! I can just see Kenshin trying to practice! He'd take two steps, overbalance, and fall flat on his face!"
"Shut up, Sano," Kenshin muttered.
"Well, the sakabatou is taller than you are right now, Ken-san," Megumi said. "I would be careful with it, at least until you get a little bigger."
"Megumi-dono, I may look eight, but I've been wielding a sword for twenty years, that I have," Kenshin protested, exasperated with all of the babying. "In fact, I was this old when I first picked up a sword—" Abruptly, the flow of words ceased, and the little redhead's dark eyes disappeared behind his hair again. He seemed to draw inward of a sudden.
Several beats of stifling silence passed by. Kenshin did not speak again, merely sat there with his head bowed, utterly and unnervingly still. Megumi suppressed a shiver, both at the boy's words and at his withdrawal afterward. She'd known that Ken-san's life had been rough, but she now realized that she didn't truly know much about his past, aside from the dark tales of the Revolution's most infamous hitokiri.
Yahiko broke the silence, trying to make up for the uncomfortable chill that had descended over the group. "Well, Megumi-san, are you sure it's all right if the busu stays here for the day?" he asked. "I know Kenshin and Sano wanted to go fishing for lunch…"
"By all means, take them," Megumi told him with a smile. Kami knows, Ken-san could use the distraction. "I'm sure I'll find ways to keep tanuki-chan occupied."
"Megumi-san, please don't call me that," Kaoru whined between mouthfuls. She shot a glare at Yahiko. "And you, don't call me ugly!"
"Oh, sorry, busu-chan," Yahiko snickered.
"Yahiko-chan!" Kaoru shot back.
"That's funny coming from you, little girl!" the older boy snorted.
"Ooh! I'll get you for that, Yahiko-chan!" Kaoru shrieked, vaulting over the table and flailing at Yahiko's head with both tiny fists.
"Ow! Busu-chan, get off!"
"Take it back! Take it back, Yahiko-chan!" Kaoru demanded at the top of her lungs.
"Damn it, Jou-chan, those're my ears! Not so loud," Sano grumbled, scooting away from the violence and stealing the rest of Yahiko's food while he was at it.
Megumi watched the whole scene with detached amazement, wondering how in the world they all survived each other's company day in and day out. She was slightly troubled, then, to hear Ken-san's faint, "Maa, maa." He's not even paying attention, the doctor thought, studying the little rurouni's hunched form. She wondered what sort of terrible memory his own comment had dredged up, to so affect him.
Yahiko finally managed to disentangle himself from the steamed mini-Kaoru, who marched back to her own seat and plopped down with a huff. "Geez, busu, you're even more of a terror now," the eleven-year-old muttered, gingerly touching his aching nose. "Kenshin, Sano, what do you say we get out of here and go down to the river?"
"All right!" Sano crowed enthusiastically. "C'mon, Kenshin, let's go!"
"You two go get the poles," Megumi told them. "Yahiko, stay here a moment, will you?"
Sano pulled at Kenshin's arm and hustled him out, chattering excitedly about how much fun they were going to have, just the three guys out fishing for the whole day! Megumi watched them go, noting the redhead's tiny answering smile, then turned to speak very quietly to Yahiko. "Keep an eye on Ken-san," she murmured, giving the boy a serious look. "Something is bothering him, and I don't know how well that child's body can handle the kind of stress Ken-san regularly puts on himself when he starts worrying."
Yahiko nodded. "Yeah, I noticed," he answered. "I'll keep him out of trouble, okay? You can count on me."
Megumi gave him a smile. "You're a good boy, Yahiko. Be careful, and have a good time, mm?"
"Sure thing!" Yahiko grinned down at Kaoru. "See you later, busu-chan!"
"Mou, Yahiko!"
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Yahiko propped his pole against his knee and let his head loll backward, basking in the warm sunlight. "This is the life," he murmured, to no one in particular.
He and the two younger boys were sitting on the bank, their fishing lines trailing lazily out into the river. Kenshin's young face was blank, his dark eyes focused somewhere out across the river, obviously lost in thought. Sanosuke was happily chewing a long blade of grass, his own gaze fixated on the little bobber out in the water, as though he could will the fish to bite simply by staring. Yahiko shook his head, once again marveling at the strangeness of the circumstances. He and Sano went out fishing pretty often, usually without Kaoru's knowledge. Kenshin rarely accompanied them, as he was usually busy doing chores at the dojo, but Yahiko couldn't help but think that the rurouni knew about their excursions and simply chose not to say anything. That's so like him, the eleven-year-old thought with a grin, stealing a glance at the tiny redhead next to him.
More memories of his outings with Sanosuke brought a wicked thought to Yahiko's mind, and he stifled a chuckle. It was about time, he decided, to toss one of Sano's usual drawling jibes back at the ex-street fighter. So, with as much severity as he could muster, Yahiko warned, "Now, be careful, brats. If you fall in, I'm sure as hell not diving in after you, y'hear?"
The lofty remark drew only a surprised blink and a soft "Oro?" out of Kenshin, but Sano reacted far more entertainingly. "You…you little brat!" he spluttered, his eyes wide with surprised annoyance. It served to make him look even younger, and Yahiko simply couldn't hold it in any longer. He doubled over, laughing uproariously at Sano's prepubescent outrage.
"Kenshin, hold my line! I have to go beat the shit out of the little punk!" Sano snarled, shoving his fishing pole into the rurouni's small hands and launching himself at Yahiko.
"Sano, I don't know if you can do that, that I do not," Kenshin stated with a sigh, but his comment went totally unheard as the peaceful setting dissolved into a flailing, shouting melee. Yahiko deflected most of Sano's punches without too much trouble, and what made it even more embarrassing was the fact that the elder boy was still holding onto his fishing pole—which meant that Yahiko was holding Sano off with only one hand.
"Geez, Sano-chan," Yahiko gasped, laughing as he caught Sano's miniature fists and pushed the boy away yet again. "Even busu-chan was more of a challenge than this!" Of course, that's because I was really trying not to hurt her, and fighting girls is so weird anyway, with all their hair and clothes flying everywhere! Whereas Sano was just a collection of small limbs to be shoved back time and time again, which Yahiko did.
Another wicked notion sprang to the eldest boy's mind, and he managed to free himself just long enough to push his fishing pole into Kenshin's already-overloaded hands. "Hold that, Kenshin!" he hollered, then turned his full attention back to Sanosuke. With both hands free, the eleven-year-old had a marked advantage, despite Sano's determination. Yahiko quickly pinned the little ex-gangster down, and then tickled him mercilessly.
Kenshin watched the display, shaking his head with a small smile. His little hands were clenched around the three poles, and even though he held them all together in a bundle, his fingers were still barely long enough to maintain his grip. The lines were getting all tangled in the water, but there wasn't much the rurouni could do about it. Yahiko had Sano shrieking with laughter; both boys were almost in tears as the tormentor tickled and the victim struggled. What a sight we make, Kenshin thought, chuckling softly. Shishou would have something to say about it, I'm sure.
Thoughts of his master triggered memories of a dark night long ago, blood spilling in the moonlight, and warm bodies crouching against him protectively, trying to hide him from the disaster befalling them all. Kenshin turned his gaze back out into the water, his smile instantly fading. Being so small again was making it more difficult for him to push the memories away, as he usually did. He looked down at his hands. The last time my hands were this tiny, I saw everyone die…everyone that cared about me then. And I was too small to do anything to help them. His eyes fell shut, and he bit his lip. That won't happen again. Somehow, we'll fix this. We have to!
"K-Ken…shin!" Sano gasped out, hiccupping on his giggles. "H-help!"
Kenshin opened his eyes and looked back over at his two friends. Yahiko had Sano's skinny arms pinned behind his back, and was now digging his fingers into the younger boy's ribs. Sanosuke howled, laughing and scowling and crying all at once, alternating between threatening Yahiko with bodily harm and pleading with Kenshin to rescue him. Kenshin, for his part, might have been inclined to get involved, but his hands were literally full. "The lines are getting tangled, that they are," he called out helpfully, hoping that would get their attention.
"So untangle 'em!" Yahiko tossed back.
"I cannot, that I can't," the rurouni answered ruefully. Hell, I can barely hold onto the poles!
Yahiko released Sano and staggered over to plop back down next to Kenshin, leaving the former on the ground in a gasping, hiccupping heap. "You deserved that, Sano," Yahiko called back over his shoulder as he retrieved his pole from Kenshin's grasp, wincing at the tangled mess the lines had formed. "If you try anything, I'll throw you in the water!"
"D-damn it, brat…" came the halting reply. After a few minutes, Sano dropped down onto the grass next to Kenshin and took his pole back, as well. "You'll pay for that, Yahiko… hey, what the hell is up with the lines? Kenshin, can't we leave you with anything?"
"Do you see my hands? Do I look like I can hold onto three long fishing poles and still manage to keep the lines separated?" Kenshin asked defensively.
"Guess not," Sano answered with a breathless snicker. "I've seen Western-style dolls with bigger hands than yours."
Kenshin let out a sigh. "As soon as this is over and we're adults again, I am going to make you all regret the short jokes, that I am," he muttered.
After a few minutes of colorful cursing as Yahiko and Sano untangled the fishing lines, they all sat in silence once more. The clouds puffed lazily overhead in a mostly blue sky, and the afternoon sun grew so warm that Yahiko shrugged out of his gi and wadded it up on the ground beside him. Sano didn't take his gi off, but pulled it out of the borrowed hakama and let it hang open like his usual "wicked" jacket.
After about an hour, Sano flicked his now thoroughly-gnawed grass stalk out into the river and sighed loudly. "Damn, but this is weird. Last time I was this little, Sagara-taichou and the Sekihoutai were still tromping around the country. I had just started carrying Sagara-taichou's sword. I must've looked like Kenshin, lugging it around in both arms!" He laughed a little, but the humor didn't reach his dark eyes. "We almost never had time to just sit around like this, though. I kinda like it."
Yahiko was quiet for a moment, then said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I was already working for the yakuza when I was eight, so I didn't have any time to play around, either."
"What about you, Kenshin? What were you up to when you were our age?" Sano asked jauntily, seemingly forgetting all about Kenshin's lapse at Megumi's.
Yahiko watched the small rurouni with some concern. Kenshin's eyes were hidden behind his bangs again, and his grip on his fishing pole had tightened until his fingers were white. For several minutes, he didn't answer. He was quiet for such a long time, in fact, that Sano opened his mouth to ask again, thinking that maybe he hadn't heard.
"I am sorry, that I am," Kenshin said abruptly, his voice soft, almost inaudible. "I was just thinking how strange it is, discussing my childhood. I've never spoken of it, really."
Yahiko blinked in surprise. "Never? Not to anyone?" he asked, suddenly feeling a tight knot gathering in his throat. He knew that Kenshin had had a harsh life, but he hadn't really guessed exactly how harsh. Well, maybe this is the time to find out, he thought.
Kenshin didn't look up, but his slim shoulders shifted in a tiny shrug. "No one asked, that they did not," he offered.
The redhead's childish voice colored his matter-of-fact statement with bleak loneliness. Yahiko swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. I wish busu was here, or Megumi, he admitted to himself. They're better at helping people out with stuff like this. But the women weren't there, and he realized that he and Sano were all Kenshin had at the moment. "Kenshin," the eleven-year-old said hesitantly. "Do you want to tell me and Sano? I mean, you don't have to if you don't—"
"Thank you, Yahiko," Kenshin broke in, finally raising his dark gaze to meet the elder boy's concerned one. Surprisingly, a faint smile played at the corners of the miniature rurouni's lips. "I will tell you. I was simply thinking for a moment, that I was." His eyes drifted out to stare into the river once more, and he watched the ripples and eddies with what seemed to be rapt interest for a few quiet moments. "I was a slave when I was eight," he said at length. "I spent my days cleaning in my master's house, especially the floors, since they were the easiest for me to reach. I also brought in the water, stirred food, helped dry the dishes, and anything else I could do. One of the old women—I don't remember her name—kept me as busy as possible, so the master wouldn't think I was useless and get rid of me."
Yahiko caught Sanosuke's glance over the tiny rurouni's head, and saw the same shock mirrored on the young ex-gangster's face that he himself felt. They'd both seen how some slaves were treated by their masters, especially if the slaves were small or weak. Yahiko didn't even want to imagine what kind of hellish life Kenshin had lived, as short and pretty a child as he was.
"Uh, Kenshin…" Sano scrubbed uncertainly at the back of his neck with one hand, a nervous gesture Yahiko had seen his adult self use when he was uneasy. "I don't know how to ask this…but where were your parents? Were they…were they slaves, too?"
The smaller boy shook his head, his gaze clouded. "They both died when I was seven…a cholera outbreak in the village. I don't remember much about them, that I don't." A beat of silence passed. "Anyway, Shishou rescued me," Kenshin continued, and Yahiko noted that his voice had returned to its familiar rurouni-esque lilt, if a few notches higher in pitch. "He raised me, and trained me in Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, that he did."
"I had no idea," Yahiko murmured, almost to himself. He blew a sigh between his teeth, hating how morose he suddenly felt. I brought these two out here to cheer them up, damn it! "I guess none of us really had it easy, huh?" he commented, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood.
"Naw," Sano drawled, complete with a chibi-cute rendition of his trademark gangster-grin, "which is why I'm fixin' to make up for it right now. Y'know, by makin' the most of the weird shit going on!"
Yahiko nodded slowly, his own smile starting to tug at his mouth. Trust Sano to cheer the place up. "Yeah, Sanosuke, you're right! With you three being kids again, we can do it all over! We can go out fishing, and get into fights, and tease the busu, and everything!"
Sano nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!" he piped.
"And I get to boss all of you around, just like a big brother!" Yahiko continued gleefully.
Sano's grin crumpled into a challenging glare. "Like hell you will!"
"Sanosuke, such language," Kenshin murmured, shaking his head. "You're too young for it now, that you are…"
"Screw that, Kenshin," the miniature ex-street fighter shot back, trying without success to crack his knuckles. "The little punk thinks he's gonna boss me around? No way in hell!"
Kenshin looked up, a doubtful expression on his baby face. "Sano, he's only going to pin you and tickle you again," he pointed out.
Yahiko's grin turned wolfish, and he winked at Sano. "Say, Kenshin, that's not a bad idea…but I think the one that needs tickling is you!"
"Oro?!"
And as the tiny rurouni found himself tackled to the ground, the quiet afternoon was once again shattered by shouts, laughter, and a barrage of curses far too colorful for the young mouths voicing them.
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Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the tussling boys, a pair of disbelieving eyes watched the spectacle from a safe distance, and a heart full of vengeful hate hatched a terrible plot…
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Once again, HUGE thanks to Fitz-sama for allowing me to write this story. (animuffin bows profusely) I am building a shrine in your honor!
WARNING: Major Gumi-misery ahead! Read at your own risk! ;D
Until next time, ja!
@Jen@