Title: Colorful Flaws
Author: Etsuko O. Daikama
Rating: T
Category: Romance/Drama
Pairing(s): (Mostly) NxM
Disclaimer: The day I become a chimera (which would be a milestone in my life) I still would not own Gakuen Alice. Dang it, I'll have goat hands then.
Summary: Natsume has amnesia and got sent to a mentally-ill hospital. The nurses try to get him to speak about his past, but how can he remember when he had amnesia? But they sent Mikan to get answers from him. Will she succeed or die like the other nurses that were appointed to him? NxM
Notes: OCCness may be presented
Sunny Yellow: Happy and Excited
Tap--tap--tap... gosh, hearing the girl tap on the window was annoying. Natsume coughed silently and refused to look at the girl who was tapping on the window. Maybe she heard the news from Sumire and decided to stay careful. The girl scratched her head through her purple hair, frustrated. It's just a patient, he can't be that deadly.
With that thought, she went to the door and unlocked it, pushing through to feel it push back against her. What on earth?! She tried shoving it back, but the door was trying to close for some odd reason. Open, you stupid door! She pressed her shoulder against the door and started banging it with her shoulder over and over.
"Natsume-kun, I'm your nurse today!" she exclaimed. "Nurse Wakako Usami!" She continued to shove the door open with her shoulder but in vain. Getting tired, she walked to the window that was placed there to see inside the rooms. She peeked in the room and saw no boy unlike earlier.
Fire passed by the window and freaked the nurse out, making her jump backwards a little. Natsume walked up to the window with his crimson eyes glaring, then pointing his finger towards her. Wakako pointed at herself and looked confusingly at the boy in front of her.
Wakako smelt something burning and she felt her head going hot. She then realized; her hair was on fire. She started screeching and tried patting her head; hoping to extinguish the fire. But every time she patted her head, the fire kept getting bigger. The fire then slowly caught onto the arms of her white jacket. Tears were now flowing down her cheeks and she started running to the main office; just wanting to get away.
Natsume was relieved that the purple-haired girl left him. The girl who came in earlier was just as annoying too and she actually got hit by furniture. Yet, he didn't care; he just wanted to be left alone without anyone disturbing his peace.
If he had any peace.
He watched the hallways; since there was nothing else to do. He started hearing a clank of the heels and saw a body moving down the hallway. It was another female; does this hospital have any doctors?!
The girl noticed Natsume staring blankly out the window. She smiled at him and waved, then continued walking down Youichi Higiri's room. Natsume glared at Mikan's retreating figure and tried to set her on fire. But nothing happened. It was weird...
So he waited for another unlucky loser--I mean, nurse or doctor (if they had any). But he rather not have anybody come down the hallway and bother him; the nurses who were assigned to him were already enough.
Mikan continued walking with a cheerful smile on her face, nurses who passed her returned the gesture with their own unique smile and continued their job. Whenever Mikan saw a patient staring out their window, she would wave at them and send a smile to them.
None of them returned the gesture.
But that didn't pull her down, she just continued the gesture anyway. Just be who you are and stay happy.That was Mikan's motto that brought her everyday confidence. And her daily decision: Wake up and be happy or wake up and be a grump like when Sumire is found when she gets to work.She chose to be happy (no one wants to be a Sumire-grump, as Kokoroyomi would say).
Mikan turned a corner and saw Yura Otonashi, watching outside of a patient room, looking through the wide window. Mikan tip-toed down the hallway so she won't get noticed but no one gets passed by Yura without her noticing. "You're late for your appointment with Youichi-kun, Sakura," Yura said with her back still facing the brunette.
"Yeah, I know," Mikan said and chuckled nervously; she started scratching the back of head sheepishly. "But how do you know about every appointment I have even when they're last minute?"
"That's a secret," Yura said over her shoulder and started walking away from the patient room and away from Mikan. Yura was always a mystery to Mikan but the brunette shrugged it off and walked over to Youichi's door.
She first knocked on the door and unlocked it, opening it to get inside afterwards. She locked the behind her once she closed it and turned to Youichi who was growling. "Good afternoon, You-chan," Mikan said with a smile. "How are you today?"
"Get away, ugly hag," Youichi spat and started glaring at the girl with his teal eyes.
Mikan sighed and walked to a cushioned chair, placing her butt there and putting her clipboard on her lap. She clicked the top of her pen, ready to jot any information that was given by Youichi. "Have you started puberty?" Mikan asked, still staring at her clipboard.
Youichi blinked at her blankly. He replied, "What kind of question is that?" He shortly sneezed afterwards and rubbed his nose to prevent another sneeze. His sneezes come in two.
Mikan leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. She looked like she was thinking. "Have you developed any romantic feelings for a girl?" Mikan asked and tapped her pen against her chin.
Quirking an eyebrow, he stared at her in complete silence. Before Mikan can jot anything down (she was taking the silence as a 'yes'), Youichi spoke up, "I don't know what lingers in your mind, nor do I want to, but it's the sickest mind I have ever seen since I got here."
Mikan then jotted down the information and said aloud, "Still hate girls." Youichi rolled his eyes at the information and laid back down in his bed that has been recently given to him. He crossed his arms then closing his eyes; just wanting to leave already.
"You're an orphan," Mikan said. No, that wasn't a interrogative, it was indeed a declamatory. Youichi's opened his eyes again, welcoming the scene of the white ceiling. He turned his head to her and stared at her with his blank, teal eyes.
"Did you just realize that?" Youichi asked and quirked a brow. He started to drum his fingers against the exposed skin that was on his arm and waited for the girl to answer his question. Not like he was eager or anything.
Mikan opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. She was sitting, looking like a gaping fish or what Youichi thought. "Would you like to talk about what happened that made you turn into an orphan?" Mikan finally asked.
Youichi narrowed his eyes and the drumming of his fingers stopped. He replied sharply, "No." He turned his head back to the ceiling, not wanting to talk to the girl anymore. Mikan figured that would happen; most the patients were stubborn here.
Mikan sighed and placed her elbow on her lap; her chin in her palm. She then saw something red on Youichi's arm. It was a thin line of the color red and she squinted her eyes to see it right. Sure enough, she found out it was blood.
She stood from the chair and walked over to Youichi's bed, grabbing his arm after reaching him. He turned his head to her and gave her a sharp glare. Mikan examined Youichi's arm and saw scars all over it. She placed her hand to his sleeve and pulled it up, seeing a new cut. He started staring at his arm with an impassive face.
"Have you been cutting yourself recently?" Mikan asked, shocked. This boy is ten. Ten. She gently placed her fingers on his arm and softly traced the recent cut that was still bleeding. "What were you using to cut yourself?"
Youichi looked back at Mikan and replied, "Nothing."
That was obviously a lie. The cut was still bleeding and he's saying he didn't use anything to cut himself? Mikan pulled Youichi closer to her; her eyebrows were in a perfect 'V' shape. She asked, "You're a cutter and have a bleeding cut right now, and you're saying you didn't use anything?"
"Do you think I'm lying?" Youichi asked and quirked a brow at her. He pulled his arm out of her grasp without taking his gaze off her.
Mikan placed her hands on her hips and leaned her upper body forward. "I'm sorry if it seems like I don't trust you, but," Mikan paused and swallowed the lump in her throat, "--but I'm going to have to get on your case to see if you're doing anything wrong."
"And what's 'wrong?'" Youichi asked.
"To you, what's wrong is cutting yourself," Mikan answered hastily. "Do you not see what you're doing to yourself? Do you care about your body or anything?"
"What does my body have to do with this?" Youichi asked. "It's only my arms."
"And your arms have veins," Mikan said. "If you cut them, you're going to kill yourself."
Youichi seemed to shockingly... burst, "What happens to me is none of your concern! It's my life and I'll spend it the way I want to spend it!"
Aw--slap!Mikan slapped Youichi across the face, trying to find an entrance that will open him to take wisdom. Yes, maybe Mikan's not the smartest person around, but right now, some common sense will do. "I understand that it's your life, but... do you honestly think that you were born for nothing?!" Mikan yelled at him and took him by the shoulders; gaining his full attention. "Quit sulking about your life and go help someone else's!"
Youichi narrowed his eyes then dark spirits started popping out of nowhere. Mikan backed away when she saw the things float in the air it soon started coming after her. She grabbed her clipboard and made a dash for it.
"You have no idea what it's like..."
But Mikan never heard the young boy, she was too busy running from the ghosts to even notice. Actually, she was too busy running to even notice that there weren't any ghosts chasing her. When she looked back, she saw nothing but the hallways. Boy, she made a fool out of herself.
--Wait a minute, rewind! What did Narumi say when he was giving Mikan the file about Youichi? He said that nurses were scared of the ten years old boy! Mikan smacked herself in the forehead for realizing that at the last minute; she wanted to get along with him, not run away because she was scared of ghosts.
Mikan hoisted her clipboard and walked to the main office; mission failed. She glanced at her watch and saw it was six-seventeen at night. Her shift was almost done; she had thirteen minutes to spare. But instead of walking back to Youichi and give him another small lecture, her feet took her somewhere else.
She seemed like she was hypnotized or something, because she had a dazed look on her face and walked to who-knows-where. She walked down the never-ending hallways and never gave anyone a smile, which surprised some and others were too busy to even care.
A scream was heard down the hallway and it caught Mikan's attention, making her run towards the one who was in danger or hurt. She gripped onto her clipboard with every step she took and saw a girl with the back of her white jacket covered in blue flames.
"Someone, help me!!" the girl screamed. She was waving her arms in the air, not helping take the fire out.
"Yuri-sempai!" Mikan said and started chasing her, glancing at the walls to find any fire extinguisher. But no luck, there was none on the walls; that should be reported to Narumi later on. "Stop, Yuri-san, you're not going to help extinguish it if you keep running!"
"Someone!" Yuri screamed once more before salty tears started flow down her pale cheeks. "Just hel-" She was interrupted when white foam hit her whole body.
"Miyado-san, please stay quiet," a soft yet stoic voice said, carrying a fire extinguisher with her.
"Yura-chan!" Mikan exclaimed when she saw her. "How do you know that Yuri-sempai was in trouble?"
"She was loud," Yura replied. "Almost as loud as you when you get free ice-cream with some best friend of yours. You just gleam in happiness." Yura rolled her eyes while she was saying her last statement. She bowed elegantly. "Excuse me, I have other business to attend to."
With that, the dirty-blond haired girl walked away with the fire extinguisher still in her hands. Yuri felt through her hair and realization struck her. "My hair is short again," Yuri huffed. "It took me years to grow it back out again." She stomped away while Mikan watched her retreating back.
Some thing's up because a few nurses have been threatened and a few have been caught on fire. Whatever is happening, Mikan was sure she was going to find out. Mikan started walking to the place where her feet were taking her; the main office.
But while walking to the main office, she entered the hallway where patient Aoi was at. Mikan walked up to her room and peeked through the glass; she was still sound asleep. But only one tear slid down Aoi's pale cheeks.
Oddly, Mikan felt guilt when she witnessed Aoi cry a tear. She didn't do anything; she just helped earlier. But that didn't take away the guilt, no matter how much she assures herself--the guilt just won't go away.
Mikan wiped her eyes before any tears came out and started walking to the main office. Her fingers felt a little weak while holding the clipboard and she was about to drop it before she hitched it against her hip again. She shook off her sorrowful thoughts and threw her chin up in the air; nothing will bring her down.
Nothing.
She slumped her shoulders and her thoughts weren't... "reassuring." Geez, guilt doesn't go away that fast. With every step she took, her arms would swing like they were dead or disarmed.
"Looks like your shift is over, Mikan-chan," Narumi said behind the main office desk. "Remember, the appointment in the morning. You'll be her guide." Narumi took the clipboard away from her and started reading Youichi's information. Nothing seemed to change; it was slightly unsatisfying to Narumi, but he'll have to take it.
"See you tomorrow," Narumi said and waved.
Mikan nodded and waved back, "See you."
The brunette dragged her feet out of Hoopu Hospital and into the parking lot where her old, jacked up but still working vehcile was at. It was painted a metallic teal color instead of metallic black, the way she wanted it. But she was graduating high school soon and she had only a small amount of money, thus leading us to the jacked up vehcile.
She unlocked her car but heard a squealing sound--fine, a squealing voice. "Sakura!" and that squealing voice happens to be--
"Permy?" Mikan questioningly whispered and stared at the girl who was running towards her.
"Sakura," Sumire panted when she reached Mikan. "Do you want to go out for a drink? This hospital is tiring and frustrating."
Mikan quirked a brow at her and replied, "Permy, you may be eighteen, but I'm still seventeen. I can't drink."
Sumire 'pffted' Mikan and rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, Sakura. I did this when I was younger and I never got in trouble," she said and crossed her arms over her chest.
"..." It was obvious that Mikan was currently speechless. Her mom said that drinking alcohol could screw someone's life up, just like smoking cigarettes. Maybe that was the reason why Sumire's life seemed so... wrecked. The seaweed-like haired girl was always frustrated and she hardly laughed.
The invitation didn't seem so... "inviting" anymore--it never did in the first place.
Sumire was waiting patiently for Mikan's answer and started tapping her heels. The young brunette looked like a gaping fish with her index finger in the air. It looked like she was going to state something smart but was stuck on her words.
Already struck annoyed, Sumire grabbed onto Mikan's wrist and pulled her towards Sumire's own car. What can I say about her car?
Well, it was anything that wasn't like Mikan's car, that's for sure.
The car looked like it was just bought. The silver rims of her tire wheels were shining brightly and her black tire wheels were fully pumped. Sumire's car was an SUV that was painted black and you can perfectly see your reflection against the door everything.
Mikan was shoved into the passenger seat by Sumire. The seat was colored light gray and it was real leather. She unconsciously sniffed the air--it even had the new car smell! Sumire entered the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Like it?" Sumire asked. She backed the car out of the parking spot and started to drive to some random bar. "I got it yesterday from my parents as a gift because I graduated high school two weeks ago."
"If you graduated high school two weeks ago, then why did you get your car yesterday?" Mikan asked.
Sumire sighed with the roll of the eyes. "Didn't I tell you this story over a million of times?" she asked and looked at Mikan in the corner of her green eyes. "My parents aren't always home; they're mostly at their job, like we are."
"I'm not always here," Mikan protested. "I only work on the weekends and weekdays' evenings because I still have high school."
"Do you still go to that old, cruddy school?" Sumire asked stopping at a red light. "What was it called...? Aly Academy? Ice Academy? Arse Academy-?"
"Alice Academy," Mikan corrected.
Sumire rolled her eyes and drove again when the red light turned green. "Whatever," she said. "That school got sued when I left because of the poor food."
"It's school," Mikan coughed. "We're there for education reasons not food."
The green haired girl quirked an eyebrow but her eyes remained on the road. "That's not what you said a couple of months ago," she said. "'Bleh! This food tastes awful! We should sue this school!' is what you said actually. And that's how I came up with the idea of suing the school."
"I wasn't being literal!" Mikan yelled. "Now we don't have any food!"
"Who's 'we?'" Sumire asked and turned a corner, which happened to lead to a one-way street.
"All the students in Alice Academy," Mikan answered. "They're all starving in there!"
"Four words: Bring. Lunch. To. School. It's not hard," Sumire said. "I know your mother died a few years ago, but just go ask someone to lend you some money."
Mikan's Jii-chanwas always filled with wisdom and lectures. One of them were: do not take money from strangers. They were quite hard to forget; I bet Jii-chan made them hard to forget on purpose. "I don't want to ask someone if I can have money," Mikan said.
"Fine, do what you always do," Sumire honked a car that was being slow, "Pig out at the Hoopu's cafeteria everday because they give free food."
Mikan rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She slouched in her seat and the whole car was quiet. The only noise that was made was the constant honking from Sumire. She can be dearly impatient and can be easily annoyed.
Sumire mumbled a few words about 'slow-pokes' and 'crazy drivers.' She floored the car and started driving what Mikan would say, "Like a maniac."Mikan clutched onto the seat and prayed silently that she won't die.
"The bar isn't always open!" Sumire yelled. "And I want a good table!"
Mikan took in slow, small breaths to calm herself down. This isn't the first time she rode with a crazy driver. She kept clutching onto the leather seat and she was just frozen with her wide, chocolate eyes. She watched everyone zoom by fast through the front window.
Some people were honking at the crazy driver and it got Mikan wondering if Sumire did have her driver's license. Sumire almost hit two cars in back and slid beside five cars, scratching their paint job. Yet, the seaweed-haired girl didn't give a care about it. She was too absorbed with that bar. What's so great about it anyway?
"There it is!" Sumire shouted and drove speedily into the bar's parking lot. Mikan read the sign: Crank Mai's Bar. What a weird title...
Once Sumire found a parking spot (it was a wonderful relief to Mikan), she jumped out of the car--not caring if it got damaged in any way--and ran into the bar. Mikan silently got out of the car and observed the car. There were a few dents and scratches here and there, but Mikan walked it off by entering the weird-titled bar.
The bar looked slightly coozy-looking. It seemed more like a coffee shop instead of a bar. The lights were dimmed and people talked quietly as if they were whispering. Mikan scanned the entire building and saw Sumire sitting at a table that was near a small stage.
With nothing to do, Mikan walked over to Sumire's table and sat there. Sumire was practically jumping in her seat with her eyes focused on the stage. "Permy," Mikan said. No response. "Permy..."
Mikan started poking Sumire on the side of the girl's head and Sumire slightly tilted over everytime Mikan poked her. Mikan put her mouth close enough to Sumire's ear and screeched, "Permy!!" That woke Sumire up.
Sumire jumped a little and swung her head to look at Mikan. On Sumire's face was an evil scowl that could cause her a few wrinkles to her skin in when she's very much older. "What?" Sumire spat.
"You're really happy and excited, what's up?" Mikan asked and leaned closer to Sumire.
The sound of footsteps entered in Mikan's ears and looked at the small stage. There she saw was a sunny yellow-haired fellow with a guitar in his hand and a microphone in front of his mouth. He pulled out a black stool and sat on it and began tuning his guitar.
Mikan looked back at Sumire and quirked a brow. She knew Sumire was a sucker for guys like these.
The blond fellow strummed a few guitar strings and tuned it once again, strumming the string afterwards. Once he found the right key, the boy tapped on the microphone to see if it was working. "Hi, I'm Ruka Nogi," he said. "I'm going to play a few songs tonight."
People who were in the bar clapped while Sumire screamed at the top of her lungs. Ruka chuckled, "Looks like my loyal fan is here."
"Ruka-kun!!" Sumire screamed. "I love you!!"
Ruka started strum his guitar strings and started to sing into the microphone. His voice was gentle and enchanting. The people there came mostly for Ruka because his voice amazingly reduced stress to them.
Yes, even the big, bulky men. Ruka's voice has an effect on them, too.
Mikan's eyes widened when her ears heard the soft, delicate voice that came from the boy's mouth.
Can you hear me?
Does anyone around me,
Feel the way that I feel now?
Cause from the window where I sometimes cry
I just want to see Your face tonight
And I'm willing to lose everything that I am
Cause I need you more than ever
I need Your help to find where I've been going wrong so far
Sumire was on the edge of her seat with small hearts in her eyes (metaphorically speaking). But Mikan, she was amazed. She expected something a lot harder or something dark. But the song was so soothing to her ears that she started relax at an intimidating place.
Take me under Your wing tonight
Make me so perfect in Your eyes
Hold on cause it will be alright
You're not alone
Everyone's attention was on that young boy and on their face was a relaxed and calm exterior. Mikan leaned towards Sumire to ask a small question but got shoved to the ground without Sumire looking at her; it was like Sumire was predicting that all along.
Mikan was slowly getting up from the ground and that's when she realized; everyone was staring at her. She blinked in confusion and saw a hand reach down near her face. Half of Mikan was expecting Sumire to do that and the other half couldn't even believe that.
The brunette looked up to see that sunny-yellow blond haired boy reaching down with a worried expression on his handsome face. "Are you OK?" he asked.
Mikan nodded silently and hesistated to take his hand; Sumire was watching. But alas, she took his hand anyway and got back up to her feet. "Want a drink?" Ruka asked. "It's on me."
"S-Sure," Mikan replied and gulped down her nervousness that was clumped in her throat.
Before Ruka move to the stand, he went back up to stage and announced, "Sorry, folks. Just the beginning of a song tonight." The people groaned in disappointment and started chugging their beer down to try to drown their frustration.
Ruka walked to the stand with Mikan by his side and sat down on a stool. Mikan sat down on his right and then Sumire came up and sat down on his left. She giggled and fiddled with her curly tips. "I'll have one cup of vodka," Sumire said to the bartender.
The bartender nodded and looked over at Ruka and Mikan. "I'll have a bottle of beer and..." Ruka looked over to Mikan.
"Water, just water," Mikan said. The bartender nodded and started working on their drinks. "Thank you... um..."
"Ruka Nogi," Ruka answered. "Your name?"
"Mikan Sakura," Mikan said. "Thank you for the drink. It's really polite of you."
"No problem, but I've never seen you around here. New?"
"Um, no. Today, my friend, Sumire invited me here."
Ruka nodded; the bartender came and dropped the three drinks and started cleaning some dishes. "So this is all new?" Ruka asked.
Mikan nodded and then Ruka spoke once again, "I bet you're intimidated by the men around here. Don't be. They're like soft teddy bears." Mikan looked confused and... well, let's say she had a stupid experssion on. She looked around the room and saw the bulky men. No way... Soft teddy bears?
"Where do you work at?" Ruka asked.
"I'm a nurse at Hoopu Hospital," Mikan answered. "I like working there because I can make new friends."
That's when Sumire piped in, "But there's a new patient that's hard to work with. Sakura hasn't seen him yet, but she's in for it when she does."
Ruka turned to Sumire and quirked an eyebrow. "How is he hard to work with?"
"He throws furniture at people and I think he has a lighter or something because his hand started to have fire on it!" Sumire exclaimed. "It was so scary because he had this murderous aura around him that could kill."
Mikan whispered in Ruka's ear, "I think she's exaggerating or something. Or maybe one drink for her is too much."
"Don't act like I didn't hear that," Sumire said and slammed her hands on the counter. "And I'm not exaggerating--it's the dang truth. If you can't believe it, why don't you see him for yourself?"
"I would but--" Mikan quickly got interrupted by Sumire. "But what? Chickening out, Sakura?"
Mikan narrowed her eyes and got off her stool, slamming her hands to her hips. "No, I'm not," Mikan said. "In fact, tomorrow, I will meet him. I'm going to prove to you that you were just exaggerating. I bet this is some joke you made up just to scare me."
"Scare you?" Sumire questioned and then started laughing. "Please, that's Koko's job. He does it so effortlessly just to scare you."
Ruka twirled around his seat and watched the little catfight. "At least I'm not getting humiliated in front of everyone and become the laughing stock," Mikan retorted.
The laughter that emitting from Sumire's lips suddenly stopped and her lips twitched once. It was her turn now to narrow her eyes; a frown pasted itself on her face. "Let's make a deal, Sakura," Sumire announced. "If you check the new patient out and come out without getting hurt or a little bit burnt, I'll do the chicken dance with a chicken suit on in front of everyone at lunch time."
"What happens if I do get hurt?" Mikan asked.
Sumire smirked evilly and answered, "I'll hurt you more by making you my slave."
Mikan's eyes widened and stared at Sumire, shocked. Sumire was/is a needyperson--pfft, who knows what Sumire will do to her in the morning! But she outstretched her hand towards Sumire and Sumire took it.
"Deal."
The two shook their hands and separated it. "I'm going home," Sumire announced. "See you tomorrow, Sakura."
Mikan waved good-bye to the seaweed-like haired girl and continued to sip from her glass of water. After a few minutes, she spat out her water and ran to the exit to see if Sumire was still there. Luckily, she was but she was backing up from the parking spot.
"Good luck walking home, Sakura!" Sumire yelled out of her window.
Mikan stood there dumbstruck and the car started to leave the parking lot. She started running after the black car, yelling, "Stop, Permy! I just need a ride to Hoopu Hospital!"
That was just the beginning of her bad luck.
"Natsume!"
"Onii-chan!"
Natsume was on the cold ground in his room with sweat dripping off his face. He started to grasp out for anything but could only reach nothing. He started to breathe heavy breaths and coughed out spit, turning to blood when he coughed too much.
The brim of his eyelids were starting to water but nothing fell from his eyes. He bit back the urge to cry.
Then he spoke so softly that he wasn't saying it, he was pleading.
"Please, don't leave."
A/N: I am so sorry! D8
I feel terrible for writing a late, rushed chapter. I got so hyper today and started to finish this thing off. I have plenty of GA fanfics to write and I needto finish this one. I'm also sorry for making Youichi a cutter! (-covers face in shame-) And he's only flippin' ten!
I am so sorry!! I feel so ashamed! D8 D8
I even made big, bulky seem like soft teddy bears! Soft teddy bears! I'm crazy in the head. (-rubs temples-) Aye... this came out way different. But yeah... I hope you enjoyed my crappy chapter!
I do not own "Take Me" by Hawk Nelson.
- Etsuko O. Daikama (;-;)
