disclaimer: don't own manga or anime entitled faruba

the story just so you know takes place right somewhere between valume 12 and 18 you choose where.

so on with the story!!!

Prologue

Writing this is too hard, I think grabbing an English dictionary and opening it up to the first page. Why? You might ask, am I opening a dictionary to the first page? Because I have to write a fricken 3 paragraph essay in English about what I want to do with my life and of coarse my least favorite subject just happens to be English. Why do we even have to learn it? It's so stupid why not Chinese. That will actually get you somewhere. Everyone likes Chinese. It's full of fun things to say like "Shang" and "shi".

Aardvark? What the hell is an aardvark? I think reading the first real English word. Oh well it sounds sophisticated enough. I quickly scribble at the top what I wish to be when I am big. Below that I write I want to be a Aardvark when I become a crap what the word for adult. I think It's Mongrel or something. Mongrel. I finish. Now what to add next. Hmmm, what a difficult question.

I lazily draw a figure of yuki in the corner bowing before me, but then I quickly erase it. Last time when I forgot to and turned it in, Marian-sensei (she's from America) had looked at me as if I were a unruly unsophisticated piece of shit. Pardon my French. (or English) Not that I'm not, in the opinion of my family at least. Any way, I'm convinced she has a big crush on Yuki. She's always looking at him and batting her eyelashes and she always gives him a smiley face on his papers. Not that I don't agree with falling in love with him. After all he's handsome and sweet and all that stuff in-between, and there are times when I just want to eat him. Not in a sensual way though. In a way that is the true way of cat and mouse. I want to live for him to die.

"Kyo-kun" comes a voice from my door.

"yahhhh Tohru" I say shaking my thoughts from my head

"Um" she blushes, Ahhhh how cute. She straightens. "Dinners ready."

"What is it tonight?" I ask, though I highly doubt anything mad by Tohru could be bad.

"Spinach curry" she says proudly

"alrighty" I say to her. "I'll be right down, just let me finnish this paragraph." And kill my English teacher. I silently add.

Alrighty lets see how many times I can repeat the same words to make a paragraph. I want to be a aardvark because well that's a start. Oh well who fricken cares right? Well one person does Marian-sensei. Well she never liked me from the start, this is just my way of getting back at her. I justify for myself. Though the actually justification makes no sense.

I hear a scream, well actually more one scream and a yelp. I jump up and race down stairs, throwing my pen away from me as I go. It lands in my fish tank. They quikly avoid the sinking object as if it were poinson. I know what your thinking and Yes I do have a fish tank, and yes I do tend to look at the fish from time to time. And NO I do not eat them.

My feet thump to the ground as I jump the last few steps. Racing I pull away the screen door only to find two completely confused people on their back staring at the ceiling in shock as well as my beloved spinach curry splattered all along the wall.

I guess this means take-out, right?