R.I.P. my cellphone...
you were a good source of lulz and troll until i dropped you.
i will always treasure your memory.
I GOT A CAMERA
THE PROFESSIONAL STICK-OUT LENS KIND
OMG IT'S SO COOL
...i'm not respecting my dead cellphone am i.
oh well.
oh and if you didn't understand what i mean by "she thought she looked like a pretty good Sadako",
search up "Sadako The Ring images" on google.
then you'll get what i mean.
lol
congrats to those who actually got it.
:DDDDDDDDD
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Then it should try drowning.
...is what she thought, but drowning is very painful.
So she decided to let life take its time drinking the grape juice that she had made from lemons.
It would upset her if hard work was thrown back up just because of drinking too fast.
That would be a shame and waste of good grape juice.
Going back to her boring morning, Tsunahime was now outside her apartment room door, trying to tug her key out of the keyhole.
All the apartment doors had an old-fashioned way to lock it.
Inside, there was a little turning switch to allow easy access, but once you got outside, you had to use the key to lock it.
Tsunahime had already done that, except her key would not let itself be released from the clutches of the keyhole.
She had been standing there for a while now, pulling and twisting at the small tool until her fingers had marks and were slightly red from all the effort.
Getting only a little annoyed at this point, she sighed and let go of the metal contraption.
Then she lifted a hand and slapped it.
No, it wasn't even as hard as a slap.
It was more like a open-hand tap, the kind that you do to your cute niece's chubby cheeks.
Yet, to her horror (and great amusement), the knob spun sharply to the side and a snap resounded in the empty hallway.
Tsunahime found herself staring blankly at the two pieces of her key and trying so damn hard not to laugh.
What luck she had, honestly.
It was odd that she wasn't pissed or irritated or ticked or irked, but that was because little stupid things like this made her giggle like a yaoi fangirl on crack stalking two guys mistaken as a gay couple.
Restraining the laughter threatening to burst out her tight-lipped mouth, she bent with trembling legs and picked up the broken key halves with trembling hands.
She was trying so hard not to laugh that it hurt.
Tsunahime stood shakily, fisted hands on her locked knees as she struggled to keep in her chortles and giggles.
As she pocketed her two key pieces, she took deep breaths, hoping to cool down her surely red face. She fanned herself, letting a grin crack before undoing it and returning to her normally stoic face.
Shaking her head at her silliness, she made her way down all five flights of stairs, nodding to all the other people who lived in the apartment as a silent greeting.
The old grandma from the third floor gave her a small bag of hard candy and a toothless open smile, in which made Tsunahime feel unintentionally guilty and help the elderly woman to the elevator, paying for the fare as well.
Yes, as stupid as it sounds, the elevator required money to work.
It wasn't much to pay, and the speed it traveled was worth it, but to Tsunahime it was pure bullshit.
But as long as no one complained, then you wouldn't expect her to complain either.
She still wouldn't complain even if someone else complained, because then she could give them the stare that told them to grow a pair and be an adult already, reducing the unfortunate person into a stuttering mess.
Call her a sadist or whatever, but it was still funny to watch a fully-grown man shut his mouth the second her accusatory eyes landed on his rambunctious form.
It was even more hilarious if it was just the two of them riding the elevator, although she hadn't done that in a while, with the steadily lowering level of money in her wallet.
And she would not waste even a cent on a elevator, when she could climb five full flights of stairs in just one minute... if she really wanted to get to the bathroom.
Exercise was healthy for you.
Unless you were anorexic.
Then that was a problem.
Tsunahime sighed through her nose when she finally reached the main lobby, dipping her head in a small bow to the grandma as she headed out the main entrance.
While she would not pay for a ride in the elevator, she would let herself a treat of coffee.
Five minutes later, she had a nice warm steaming cup of mocha in her slightly cold hands. Her fingers tingled with the sudden contrast of temperature from cold to hot, but it was a good tingle, so she welcomed it by taking a sip of the heart(or stomach)warming liquid. She shivered as the warmly burning concoction slid down her throat and to her waiting tummy.
It was so nice, she didn't want the feeling to go away, or finish the heavenly drink.
An idea popped into her head.
Tsunahime held the cup with one hand and used the other to fumble with the camera hanging from her neck. She carefully took the lens cap off and put it in her pocket, turning the camera backwards so the lens faced her.
She allowed herself a small, content smile, flicked on the power switch, and pressed the button...
...exactly when a pair of arms slinked its way around her neck, a cold cheek pressing on hers and wisps of white hair tickling her ear as the familiar mind-numbingly pleasant scent of white orchids assaulted her nose.
There was a click, a shutter, a flash, and then a whir, before silence followed.
Tsunahime was the first to speak.
"Byakuran," she sighed.
"Hime-chan," came the cheery reply.
She turned her head to the side, facing her sweet-toothed colleague's bright smile with a slight apathetic frown.
Byakuran Millefiore was two years younger than Tsunahime, but he was already fairly taller than her, and the fact that he was in college already at the age of seventeen told her that he was smarter than her as well.
Although, those facts didn't disturb her as it should.
The thing that did irk her, though, was his apparent fascination and affection that he held for her.
Byakuran was someone who had the looks and physique of a model, and she was pretty sure that he could hook up with any girl he wanted for a little one-night flick or long-lasting relationship.
Tsunahime had the tendency to be quite truthful about others to herself.
However, to her dismay and disbelief, he insisted that he liked her.
Her, Sawada Tsunahime, the one who was teased endlessly in elementary, middle, and high school for being the most plainest "Plain Jane" ever and with the most clumsiest eye-to-feet coordination in the entire country of Japan.
She had done something about her horrible walking skills, but she hadn't really cared about her looks.
All those threat mails she found in her shoe locker everyday after school had said clearly to her that she was so terrible-looking that hate was delivered by ink and paper.
As if words weren't enough.
Tsunahime's frown deepened by a fraction when she noticed how the people around her were staring at the brilliant handsomeness of the still-clinging figure of Byakuran and whispering gossip as if they had nothing else to do but that.
They probably don't.
She reached into her pocket and took out the lens cap, fitting it back onto the lens and turning her camera off.
"Can you let go now?"
The vibration of his thoughtful hum tickled the skin of her cheek.
"Nope," he said in a sing-song tone, tightening his hold on her even more, "you're much too warm for that."
Tsunahime sighed and lifted her now only lukewarm cup of coffee to her lips, only for a larger hand grabbing it and maneuvering it to the side. She made a cringing face as the white-haired seventeen-year-old proceeded to drain her self-brought reward for doing absolutely nothing.
Byakuran slid the now-empty cup out of Tsunahime's loose grip and dangled it, licking his lips and grinning broadly at her cute pout.
"Indirect kisses are fun, aren't they?"
Tsunahime frowned, not amused one bit. She had been looking forward to drinking the rest of that mocha. But this... this marshmallow monster had taken that pleasure away.
How inconvenient.
She furrowed her eyebrows when his hands wandered downwards, wondering what he was doing before she realized that he was going for the bag of candy that grandma had given her in her hoodie pocket.
Tsunahime exhaled slowly as Byakuran finally pulled away (with the candy, she noted), glad that he was out of the bubble she called her personal space. She started forward, giving him a scrutinizing look as she passed him.
"Did you attack me just for that?"
Byakuran smiled fondly at the girl he liked as an answer, tossing the empty coffee cup into the trashcan he'd walked by while he stuffed the stolen bag of candy in his jacket pocket. He noticed her bare hands and the sight turned his smile upside down.
He took one glove off and quickened his walking pace, catching up to the older girl and grasping her hand before she could say anything.
Tsunahime glanced down as his fingers entwined themselves with hers, then looked up at him.
The bright smile on his face made her sigh, but she didn't make any move to pull away.
She had learned a long time ago that it was hopeless to stop Byakuran when he was feeling all lovey-dovey.
These small public displays of affection worried her (a little), but...
It wasn't all that bad.
Tsunahime didn't notice the smile that graced her lips, nor the strange emotion that brightened Byakuran's lavender eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
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A/N:
SO
I HAVE NO CLUE
AS TO WHAT
I AM
DOING
SO PLEASE
DO
BASH MY BRAINS IN.
thank you.
i'm guessing that Tsunahime will not be much part of the original KHR canon plotline.
but oh well.
all the easier for me-
/shot
I'M SORRY.
I LOVE YOU GUYS.