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Making One's Circumstances
Chapter One
Sakuriki Naomi felt her head throb painfully as she witnessed the Hitachiin twins mischievously confess to their friends that it was indeed a scheme on getting Tamaki to realize his feelings for Haruhi. She cocked her eyebrow at the bumbling Tamaki who was unlike who she'd spoken to all the times in the past. Definitely before the twins' confession about their scheme which seemed to have gotten their desired results. Tamaki was certainly an emotional individual but before he would be able to get his feelings known no matter how comically or exaggerated. The blushing, stammering blonde who was so incapable of not only accepting his romantic feelings but admitting them—seemed so foreign to Naomi.
"So this is Suou Tamaki-san when he is in love," she thought casually as she continued to stare at the blonde who was flailing and blushing so badly he resembled a cherry. "An un-popped cherry?" Naomi joked to herself.
To add insult to injury, he now seemed to completely forget that she was leaning on one arm watching the entire group. Their past conversations and his being a return customer made no importance now. He had serious tunnel vision and it was obvious who was his "bright white light." Naomi stared at Haruhi who was equally blushing either from love and excitement or annoyance most likely a combination of all three. The Hitachiin twins beamed while Kyouya looked toward Haruhi with an expression that if Naomi didn't know better seemed as if he was hiding his affection for her.
"He's the one that will sacrifice his own chance for romance for his best friend," Naomi thought, the heavy thoughts metamorphosed into a headache that could easily become a migraine. "It's sweet and impressive but also a bit depressing (for me)," Naomi sighed frustrated with where her thought had taken her. She did not understand at all. Her frustration and confusion made her desperately want to feed her nicotine fix. If only her shop allowed smoking. Naomi frowned but kept silent watching the true story unfold in front of her and not the one she thought she was a part of. "Silly girl," Naomi thought chastising herself. She was silly for assuming she was anything more than the shop keeper Tamaki would converse with from time to time.
It seemed that the Hitachiin twin's scheme involved "two-bit" players as they called them.
Naomi made a click her tongue when she had heard the "players" of two-bit players. She had not been the only one then? From what she could make out there was a "Bossa-nova kun" which Naomi deduced as being Kasanoda-kun from high school. There seemed to be a few more to their playbill. She did not listen with rapt attention to save herself the embarrassment when she might felt privy to launching herself over the counter and strangling one of the twins. It wouldn't matter which one any of the two would have been fine.
Yet in spite of their hurtful scheming everyone seemed so pleased with these harlequins. Naomi shook her head in complete and utter disbelief. She felt the same way she had when she had watched the ending of Audrey Tautou's film "À la folie... pas du tout." Unlike that situation which merely tossed a curve ball this time this curve ball had slammed into her gut knocking the wind out of her.
Naomi looked around her pie shop and watched their group and a smattering of couples that sat around sharing slices of pie together and sighed again. She held a bittersweet smile as the gears worked overdrive in her mind. She realized that she had to get these negative feelings out of her. She did not need or want them poisoning the pies she would make in the late afternoon for the evening rush. That would not be good.
What better way than a new pie creation? Sweets were the salve for the hurting heart and soul. One slice was often more than enough to calm the most hostile tempest. What a tempest roared in her head. She stared at the back of the Hitachiin twins' head's and narrowed her eyes. She quickly decided that for the Hitachiin pie it would have to be a two level flavored pie. It didn't take long for her to decide on that a dark chocolate ganache would be ideal top layer. It's bittersweet taste was perfect because it accurately captured the joyfulness that exuded from the twins that usually came with a darker undertone that wasn't to the taste of many. "Like right now," Naomi groaned as she continued to stare, "They're really not to my taste at all."
The gears in her brain continued to crank as the chocolate ganache top layer was perfect for another reason. The chocolate ganache in turn would disguise of what held underneath. The second layer through a wrench in Naomi's gears. She couldn't really decide on what flavor would work with the ganache but that would accurately describe the twins. Naomi bit her lip as her eyes focused on the pretty tile of her shop. "Think, think, think" Naomi's mantra continued until she widened her eyes and smiled.
A sweet potato and yam filling would be best as it was definitely a flavor that worked well with chocolate but was not expected. As much as the twins were pests she had to give them some benefit of the doubt. Perhaps under that bittersweet facade and hijinks laid people she wouldn't expect if she got to know them. Naomi wouldn't hold her breath but she was willing to put that on the list of "possible."
To complement these two flavors a heavily spiced crust would enhance and bring out the polarizing nature of the chocolate and sweet potato and yam filling. Naomi then let out boisterous but short laugh. By having lots of fiber the yam and sweet potato filling had one more thing in common with the twins: the onslaught of crap that would have to deal with. She laughed at her very vulgar train of thought but immediately frowned at the group now staring at her.
They had the nerve to stare at her in spite of all she had to deal with this past year. Here she had to bitterly realize that in the end she was nothing more than the pie lady even to someone like Tamaki who she'd believe to be a friend. Like the bartender she was simply this iconic figure that listened to her customers and instead of doling out shots of liquor she dished out slices of pie. They returned to their conversations and everyone wanting to know how it all played out. She knew the story well enough and because she was only some two bit player they'd only mention her as a mere general idea in passing.
They all shared a laugh unknowingly at Naomi's expense. Kaoru chuckled and sighed as he recounted the girl entering the ball room. He had noticed immediately how much work she had put into it all and that had meant she was very serious in confessing her love to Kyouya. Hikaru chimed in snickering and making a joke that alluded to her being like Julia Roberts. Though Kaoru chimed in about not being nearly as hot as Julia. Naomi counted to ten and back as she realized which movie he was referencing.
"Pretty Woman my foot," Naomi thought hotly, "Here I was sincerely attempting to confess that I only liked Ootori-kun and was impressed by him, not confess my freaking undying love. Oh, and I looked hot thank-you-very-much!" Hikaru continued his wildly inaccurate story of a fan-girl who had dolled herself up so much it'd be difficult to differentiate her from any host in Shibuya.
Still no matter how upset Naomi could feel herself becoming, her mind thought back to the night of the Annual Ouran Alumni ball.
*flashback*
She had gotten an offer like no other in her life time. She was normally grounded enough to avoid these offers like the plague. Yet, when she had the chance to tell Kyouya her feelings how could she say no? She had arrived at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo and could feel her eyes widen as she took in the grandeur of the hotel. The Alumni committee had reserved the entire hotel for the evening and if so desired an overnight stay. They had the Peacock and Fuji room completely decked out in sheer opulence. The theme that year had been Russian luxury. It had been as if everyone had stepped out of 1920s Russia prior to its Revolution in all its various forms from donning 1920s fashion to opting out to very regal ball gowns.
Naomi had also been fully decked out in the same fashion. She wore her hair in a simple chignon with small wavy tendrils framing her oval face. She also wore headband that had a diamond-encrusted gecko pin to the right side of Naomi's head. Her flapper styled dress ended at her knees that had tassels attached to all over the dress so that when she moved she looked like a shimmering snow goddess. She wore vintage open toe shoes with a modest two inch heel. The look was finished off with simple make up and rouge for her cheeks and lips. Naomi was the epitome of art deco fashion.
Naomi entered the Peacock ballroom a complete nervous wreck. These events or the people that attended them were hardly worth getting nervous over. However she noticed everyone staring at her and she could only think about her confession that she was going to do to Ootori- san. Naomi walked further into the ballroom with her head held high. She heard their whispers and it seemed most were wondering exactly who she was. If they only knew then most likely they'd say a lot more cruel things than they were saying now. Despite this, it brought a small blush to Naomi's cheeks to have everyone comment on how lovely she looked.
Naomi did not know any one at the ball and didn't feel inclined to meet any one. She felt that if she got too chummy with any given person they'd might be able to figure out who she was. That was the last thing she wanted to have happen right now. Her half-sisters always went out of their way to let her know how much her presence was not wanted or appreciated. Since she was very young, she had been shunned by her father's family. Her mother was far more affected by this then she was. All she had known was that she could live the life she wanted and she was very happy to live in her small fort. The small fort was a very small one room apartment that was forcibly multi-functional. It was her bedroom, the kitchen, the living room, and above all her castle. One the walls of the apartment was attached with tape all of her drawings of princesses and princes with large castles and horse-drawn carriages.
After that one fateful afternoon with father's side of the family, her mother had become very angry with Naomi. She had cursed at her and made her take down her pictures. Naomi's mom was very focused on making Naomi see life for what it was. It was not about castles, or horse-drawn carriages or fairy tales. It was about heart ache, survival and one's will to survive. Naomi had become very introverted as her mother suffered at the hands of her father's family and the denial of acceptance her mother craved.
"Accepted by these people?" Naomi said sadly, looking around the throngs of gorgeously dressed people who were not only wealthy but acted wealthy. She could never understand what could be so impressive about "noble families." Then she met Ootori-sempai as an upcoming freshmen. He had caused her to see nobility with a far less critical eye. She had been a freshman and had been assigned to be in Ootori-sempai's group as he gave a tour of the campus. It seemed that Suou-sempai had thought it a most glorious idea to have the seniors that were graduating that March give tours to the upcoming freshman who would coming that April. The goal was to have the seniors give nuggets of wisdom to their freshmen that would be starting the following month.
"If you want to succeed then work all your might at succeeding," Ootori-sempai said simply while the girls giggled themselves into a frenzy.
"And if circumstances don't allow?" Naomi said in a voice that echoed her disbelief. It'd be far simpler for someone like him to succeed than someone like her. Ootori-sempai looked at Naomi and nodded.
"Make your own circumstances, make your own vehicle that can drive you to success."
"I'm sure made easier for someone like yourself, Ootori-sempai," Naomi said bitterly and completely disbelieving sempai's advice. Ootori-sempai stared at the young freshman who appeared already very experienced with the unfairness of the world and had a very large chip on her shoulder.
"Not so," Ootori-sempai said clearly, everyone in their group was listening intently, "while I am from a very prestigious family, I am the third son. With being the third son comes immeasurable burdens because I must surpass my two elder brothers. However it would have to take more than excellent grades as my brothers maintained excellent grades throughout their academic careers. Furthermore I have the burden of excelling in a field even more so than my elder brothers have already excelled in their respective careers. So while it may appear "easy" I assure that I have my own obstacles to overcome."
"Have you overcome those obstacles, Ootari-kun," one of the other girls said cheekily adding the "-kun" instead of sempai. Naomi looked at the brash girl and then at Ootori-sempai who didn't seem too pleased with the girl's cheekiness but ignored it by plastering a small smile and a tilt of his head. Naomi did not like his smile very much it was too predatory. She decided to press on because like it or not, she was curious.
"Have you," Naomi asked quietly, "Ootori-sempai?"
"Yes," Ootori-sempai nodded beaming at Naomi's manners, "I am working diligently so that I might not mar my family's reputation. To let you three in on a secret, I recently bought out my father's company."
"You're still in high school! That is so incredible!" The two other girls rang out in true fan-girl fashion. Their shrills were drowned out by Naomi's questions.
"What are you planning on doing with the company, Ootori-sempai?" Naomi asked.
"I am going to allow my father to manage the company," Ootori-sempai said proudly with a hint of a devilish smirk. Naomi laughed and decided that aside from his predatory smile she liked this devilish man with glasses. It was a shame she'd probably never see him again but he had left an impressionable mark.
The brash girl was finally brave enough to ask Ootori-sempai about the host club and whether or not it was possible to meet the others. Ootori-sempai looked at all of the girls and explained that it was the end of their tour and it would not be a problem to have them have a sneak peek, for a fee of course. The two girls gladly shelled out some of their allowance to be allowed to attend the host club. Ootori-sempai had even let them in on the fact they could order a copy of Spring collection of photobooks. The two squeed with delight. Ootori-sempai turned to Naomi who had not been paying attention to their discussion on the Host Club.
"Will you be attending with us?" Ootori-sempai inquired.
"No, I have my own circumstances to make and I can't lose any more time." Naomi turned around and started to walk away, when she turned and smiled, "Thank you very much Ootori-sempai for the life lesson. It wasn't lost on deaf's ears."
"You're welcome," Ootori-sempai smiled and turn to take the two girls to the top floor of the South Campus.
*end of flashback*
With the story of how Naomi confessed to Kyouya was actually very accurate much to Naomi's chagrin. She couldn't believe that she had done what she had done. Due to the crowds and her being enamored with the glamorous food she'd nearly missed Kyouya. She heard that he was on the helicopter landing pad and was about to take flight. She had done the spontaneous thing of running up to the launch pad so that she could confess to him.
The helicopter roared and was already a foot off the ground. She had run barefoot to the edge and screamed her confession. It was a mixture of a confession of liking him immensely and being impressed with him with a large pinch of thank you. It had been his advice after all that made her have the nerve and guts to pursue to succeed in school then later choose the path that suited her in spite of family. Then she had seen Haruhi next to Kyouya and her heart sank more than it should have. Definitely more than she wanted to admit or was ever willing to admit.
Kyouya explained that the girl must have confessed her love to him however the roar of the helicopter made it difficult for him to hear completely. He continued by telling the group on how hurt she seemed by seeing Haruhi with him. It made him believe that she had indeed confessed her love and was heartbroken to see Haruhi with him. Naomi wanted to die a slow and tedious death. Not only had none of them recognized her as the "cocktail story" but Kyouya didn't even hear her confession that was mostly a huge thank you. To make things far more painful, she could see Kyouya in many ways wanting what the girl thought to have been true.
"So as you can see, Tono," Kyouya said quietly, "I went with Haruhi to make you think something that was not entirely true. It was the starting point of making you aware of your feelings."
Tamaki stared at Kyouya then shifted his gaze to the twins, "How did you even set this up?"
"It all started with this gal we had met prior to the yearly Ouran alumni ball last year" one of the twins started to drone on. Their true intention was that by having this girl confess her feelings to Ootori-kun in such a dramatic flair would make for great conversation for future cocktail parties their respective families held.
So she really was to be nothing more than a cocktail story. Naomi grimaced and stared hard at the pies she had in her display case. It was all merely for giggles that she was told to be brave and pursue Ootori-kun. However it seemed they'd entirely forgotten who the "cocktail story" was and how she was now slumped over the display case uncomfortably listening to their story only feet from them and was now unable to turn away. Naomi had to have been a deep seeded masochist-why else stay and listen?
Naomi felt her breath hitch and felt she was in another place and time. She could still feel the humidity of that summer day, the hum of the cicadas, and the roar of traffic of that day and the lovely walk from the station to Opirrin Towers. She recalled all that had taken place in the lobby of the headquarters of the CEO with a soft sad and frustrated annoyance.
*begin flashback*
She was sitting in her seat minding her own business waiting to speak to her biological father also known as sperm donor when two very outgoing twins flanked her sides. She looked up and noticed the twins smiling at her.
"What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a fuddy duddy place like this?" They said in unison and she tilted her head staring from one twin to the next.
"Substitute beautiful girl for handsome twins and I could ask you both the same thing," Naomi said while smirking at the two boys.
"Touché." the softer spoken twin said with a cheerful lilt in his voice.
"Hn, I was never too good at math so it wouldn't matter anyways," the other who was much more diabolical said in a sarcastic tone.
"That's not true," the soft spoken twin said with a sad pitiful smile, "You shouldn't put yourself down because it's like you're putting me down."
The diabolical twin who had a mischievous streak as difficult to miss as it would be to miss neon green moved to the other's side instantly as he passionately hugged him, "I'm so sorry to have hurt you. I never meant to slight you, you are my most beloved."
Naomi smiled and remembered exactly who the twins were. The famous Ouran host club twins that fed into the fan-girl frenzy by role-playing the "twincest" angle. It had brought a lot of memories mostly of her half sisters and their love for the twins and the chibi Honey-sempai. She also equally remembered her admiration of Ootori-sempai during high school. She closed her eyes briefly recalling his high school picture and could say he was attractive. She'd never been able to say it was love because after all it was mostly sex appeal and being an impressionable freshman. She turned to Hitachiin Kaoru and smiled.
"Hitachiin Kaoru-san" she said softly, "how have you been since Ouran? What have you been doing?" This elicited a comical look from Kaoru whose eyes were now as wide as saucers which made Naomi smile.
"You could tell the difference?" He said what seemed in mock disbelief. Naomi figured they'd not believe that she had been able to tell the difference but she felt like explaining regardless of this fact. Especially since they had decided to go back to their natural hair color.
"Of course, it wasn't difficult if you paid enough attention to your personalities. You and your brother's personalities were night and day to me. I never said anything because it didn't and wouldn't make much difference. I was your kōhai and it would have seemed as if I'd come across as some silly idiotic fan-girl when I simply have astute observation skills." She remembered the few times they were asked to talk about their life at the university during her school years.
"Amazing," the twins said simultaneously but Naomi didn't know what to make of the glint in their eye if it was natural playfulness or something more calculating, "Did you ever come by the host club?"
"Ah no," Naomi smiled, "I had more interest in maintaining a 4.3 GPA and the little life I had outside of school."
"Never had a crush on one of us," Hitachiin Hikaru said hinting heavily on that her crush was most likely one of the twins but Kaoru added, "or another host club member?"
"I never said that." Naomi shook her head gently, "I did have this silly infatuation on Ootori-sempai but I knew better. I mean I was a first year and he was a first year at university for one thing and that was only one of many reasons why I realized it was a silly crush."
Naomi continued despite their obvious disbelief that a girl liked Ootori-sempai "Save the education and boarding I got from the place thanks to my dad; Ouran, my crush, or the host club never held enough interest to pursue. I am still grateful for the opportunities it lent me for when I studied in the States and England."
"You know English?" They asked in perfect unison.
"Yes," Naomi said, "I do."
"Say something in English!" They both demanded.
"Hello my name is Kyuusho Naomi," she said plainly as it was generally enough to say a simple phrase to stop people from pestering her. Thank goodness though she had enough sense to remember the pseudonym she had used in high school. That was one of the clauses she happily agreed to when her father was willing to pay for her education.
"We can say that," the twins said grouchily, "say something that takes more skill!"
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." Naomi smiled as they looked in awe.
She saw Hikaru take out his phone, dial a number and held it up to her ear. She heard a pure American Texas drawl answer the phone. Her jaw dropped as Hikaru said to have her help them break up with the American women. Naomi scowled when she heard the young woman answer.
"Hello? If y'all don't stop pranking me I'm gonna go call the au-thor-ities!"
"Sorry but I'm representing the Hitachin twins and it seems they've expressed an interest in cutting ties with you."
"You're gonna have to speak in plain English I can hardly understand your accent."
"They want to break up with you and are just not into you!" Naomi said heatedly. "Accent my foot" she thought since the Texas girl had an accent that was as unintelligible. The Texan girl started hollering into Naomi's ear as Hikaru hung up on the girl and blocked her number.
"Thank you!" They said in unison, "For your services we'll offer some advice."
"Advice?" Naomi questioned looking at the two confusedly.
"There is the annual Ouran alumni ball and you should confess your love to Kyouya!" Hikaru took out a card and handed it to Naomi.
"What's this?" She said looking at the elaborate business card for their mother's business.
"It's your ace card!" Kaoru said happily.
"Present this card to my mom's salon and they'll dress you to the nines. They'll give you the most luxurious spa treatment, offer stylists to help choose your outfit, style your hair, your make up… everything." Hikaru explained to Naomi.
Normally Naomi would say no to this sort of thing but the prospect of seeing Kyouya while dressed so beautifully made her feel butterflies in her stomach. She uncharacteristically and enthusiastically accepted their offer.
*end flashback*
"Unbelievable," Naomi whispered as they gave a very stunted recollection of what transpired in the lobby. They had reduced her to this imbecile who misquoted the Shakespeare quote they now said flawlessly in English. She cocked an eyebrow and figured that they had learned how to say this passage perfectly as to have the girl appear more idiotic. What was more insulting was that they said that she had probably gotten into Ouran and the Ivy League universities due to her father and not her brains. They even alluded to her sleeping around to maintain that "4.3" GPA they joked.
They then comically and inaccurately mimicked the fan girl squeals and phrases she said when she was was talking about "Ootori-sempai." Her heart clenched painfully because it was further from the truth. As if they were displaying their true thoughts on class and status they kept making fun of a woman who thought she could pursue such a high class man such as "Ootori-Kyouya san".
It seemed Naomi mused that even in this day and age they still held those funny little ideals of class and society. Even if Tamaki wasn't really a true "pedigree" as she heard their own describe themselves, his being a guy and her being a girl affected how they were both received by others. Needless to say, Tamaki was definitely treated much more kindly due to the fact that he was of a nobler family and a male. She huffed angrily.
Haruhi had to have sensed Naomi's tension because she urged them to stop them from being too mean. Naomi couldn't help but wonder if Haruhi realized she was the cocktail story and was trying to save the twins from further cases of foot-in-mouth. That or it could be simply she didn't want to hear the truths she didn't want to face about the twins. The rest of the group else stayed relatively quiet either because of habit or simply enjoying their slice of pie or were simply amused by the twins' story. Whatever it was at this point Naomi was skeptical of the entire group even Ootori kun seemed somewhat amused which hurt her very much. It hurt and angered Naomi that it they'd do this to any person even more so that it was done to her.
She definitely like her mixed feelings about Ootori-sempai. She groaned as she reached for a slice of apple pie.
-Chapter One End-
To be continued
Author's Note:
1. Regarding the twins I figured an "in defense" type of disclaimer was necessary. To me they are harlequins through and through. However I do believe that how they're perceived depends solely on the history any given character has with them. Naomi for example doesn't have the best history with them and will in turn criticize them more harshly. Whereas the members in the Host Club have had a mixture of good, bad and great moments with the twins so they're in many ways able to judge them more accurately. With that said, I do have every intention of having a redeeming moment for the twins in which Naomi can concede they're not devilish imps well not entirely.
2. I will also give a bit of history of how this story came to being. I have the Ouran soundtracks and the track "Shissou" which is the anime's ending song caused me to think into great detail this great "movie sequence" chain-of-events. With each part of the song I dreamed up how I wanted the scene to move to the next. The scenes was that of a beautifully dressed girl who realizes that she's nearly missed her chance in confessing to Kyouya. Of course the details of it have changed dramatically. The original called for her stealing Kaoru's motorbike and trekking to the helicopter launch pad. Then in Hana Yori Dango fashion, she was going to leap up to catch onto the rail at the bottom of the helicopter hoist herself up and confess to Kyouya. Unbelievable, right? Well it'd definitely have been dramatic! More so when she'd see Haruhi next to Kyouya!
3. Something else that I hoped I conveyed in this chapter was this sort realization that Naomi wasn't necessarily the "heroine" in year prior to this chapter. When she thought she was a friend she was merely an iconic figure that listens to one's problem. When she thought her confession was heard, it was not and to make things worse Kyouya probably thinks of her as some fan girl. When she thinks that she part of some mischievous plot by the twins she realizes she was some "two bit" character when in actuality Haruhi was the "heroine."
4. How that was portrayed in my head was in a sort of j-drama form. With Naomi talking to the camera completely dumbfounded and annoyed when she realizes that the only camera interested in her was the one in her own head. The cameras are now more interested in Haruhi and Naomi was very much like "I thought I was the heroine."
5. I have an active imagination and a weird one at that. :3
6. Does Naomi love Kyouya? Well I want to have her discover these feelings on her own in her own way. Be it bluntly or through pies. Basically she thought he was attractive and really who wouldn't? Then add the fact that where she is now is due in large part because of Kyouya. So it wouldn't be any suprise why she think of him fondly. Because of her past, I wanted her to sort of struggle and come to terms with those feelings-no matter the circumstance and no matter the results.
7. About the pies... if something is not apparent yet, then let me make it clear: I am heavily influenced by movies and music and books. I don't intend to plagiarize nor do I. Regarding the pie baking, I will go into more detail as to why she chose this path so it will be answered. I will also go into further detail as to what circumstances Naomi created for herself.
8. I will not try to make any characters out of character except if a situation calls for it. Since I believe that the character development we have seen (and I will say that the mangaka does a good job in doing this) was for the sake of progressing the Tamaki and Haruhi story.,
9. So please review :) Reviews make me very happy. Honestly I hope you guys like it. Also please comment on my story format. Thank you so much! Regarding the honorifics, I am using them to better show the relationships in the story and if there are any mistakes then sorry! I used Wikipedia to help figure out what honorifics to use and when. See you in chapter two!
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10. I edited my chapter. I made it easier to tell when and where flashbacks started simply for ease of reading. I also did some edits to sort of have the flashbacks peel back to reveal who was involved etc.
11. Did I mention reviews? Please, please, please review! orz I would love to know what you thought. You didn't like it? Tell me. Did I have some nasty grammar monsters attack my chapter? Please tell me. What do you think of the story? Like the characters? Dislike the characters? You love the story? Tell me. Thanks! Onto editing chapter two then releasing chapter three. Then I should have no problem in future releases...
12. About that sorry for the hiatus. I had some family events and harddrive reinstalls.. Meaning I lost a lot of my work. So I have to have edit through my story remember where I was and then get back on track.
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13: Finally added that disclaimer! _;