Chapter 2:Meet the love interests/enemies!
Me: Welp, no one likes this story yet, but I have a funny idea for this chapter!
Eclipse: Here we go again.
Me: Shut up. I don't own DRRR! And in case you're wondering, everyone else is based off of real people that ride my bus (especially my brother). And if I misspell the name of the city, that's my bad and Tay you can't blame for misspelling a word that's not a part of my native language.
Taylor: Yes I can you hypocrite!
Me: No, you can't because you misspell words that DO belong to your native language-
Taylor: WHATEVER!
Also,
Spoken in English
Spoken in Japanese
Spoken in Russian
Spoken only through eye contact
"What do you mean, 'We're in Ikeburkuro Japan?'" David asked wearily.
After turning to find that the wreckage that nearly killed all of them magically disappeared, the group changed their plan to finding a place to stay until they could get back home since no one would belive them.
If they weren't already stooped, then the group was definitely dumbfounded when they all found Japanese flip phones in their pockets. It took Sydney a while to translate the settings so that their phones would be in English mode, but it happened nonetheless. Everyone followed Sydney and Taylor while they walked on the edge of the sidewalk like it was a tightrope.
The blonde rolled her eyes and stopped walking as she replied, "What the hell do you think I mean, ya baka? We're in Japan!"
"You sound very happy about that," James pointed out.
"Well, she is a nerd for anime," Cameron added.
Taylor and Sydney squinted at them and had an eye chat. You know, a conversation two best friends have with only a look.
"They remind me SO much of Hikaru and Kaoru from Ouran high school host club," Taylor used her eyes to say.
Sydney blinked, "Same here. Good God, we can never tell them about OHSHC."
"Yeah I figured…You sure they're not…?"
"No they're not incest twins!"
"Ok ok…You sure-"
"YES I'M F***ING SURE! At least I think so."
"Ahh well. At least they don't think WE'RE a thing."
"Agreed."
"Guys!"
"WHAT!" The besties shouted.
"Let's move it along. I bet if we ask someone, they'll give us directions to a homeless shelter or a youth hostel."
Shrugging at David's suggestion, they cleared the way for him to lead and followed him behind everyone else. The twins James and Cameron stood looking at each other.
"Those chicks are weird."
"Definitely. You think they're secretly a lesbian couple or something?"
"Probably not. Let's just hope those crazies don't think we're incest twins."
"Dudes!"
"Coming!" And they left to follow the group.
Taylor took this opportunity to readjust her bra because her chest grew as well. Not to Syd's size, but to probably DD-cup. She peered over to her friend to find her walking like normal. "Oi Emo Wolf. How come you aren't trying to fix your puppies right now?" She whispered.
Her tall blonde friend replied with a, "Hmm?"
"I know your boobs got bigger. Why aren't they uncomfortable?"
"What do you mean?"
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…You're not wearing a bra, are you?"
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…Maybe it's Maybeline?"
The ravenette face palmed and kept walking since she knew that she would get nowhere with her friend when it came to women's undergarments.
The teenagers couldn't help but look around the city in awe. There were so many sights and sounds to take in. "Holy crap. There's so much stuff. It's like Time Square, but in Japan," Gary breathed.
"Well yeah. This is a place where everyone comes either looking for something, or to start over, in a town where no one knows who you once were," Taylor commented.
"Still pretty amazing."
"That's the Japs for ya," Sydney whipped her blonde head around to say.
David sweat dropped. "Sydney. Don't call Asians that."
"Why?"
"Because it's racist."
"I'm racist to everyone."
"I noticed."
Suddenly, Sydney and Taylor stopped walking. She pointed to two boys around their age peering over a corner. 'Holy Fudge Muffin on a pretzel covered broomstick! It's the boobylicilus dude and the whiny manga guy!' Thought the duo.
"Maybe we can ask those bakas for directions," the only blonde of the group exclaimed.
David thought on this for a moment. "You know what? That's actually a good idea, Syd. Let's do it."
"Great!" And so, Sydney pulled up her gray hood.
"Wha you doin', mofo?" Faith asked.
"It's so I can conceal my gender so I won't get raped, abducted, none of that nonsense. Duh." Sydney slowly started to walk away from the group, before breaking out into a full sprint.
"Ay! Where are you going?" Gary shouted at her.
She spun on her heel and shouted, "To either take a piss or commit a felony, I'LL DECIDE ONCE I FIND A RESTROOM!"
"Wait! We can't bail you out of prison!" Taylor shouted. Then she sighed.
"…I hope she doesn't go with the latter," James grimaced.
"Oh relax. We'll know if she goes with option number two if Un: A building goes up in flames, Deux: People are getting robbed, or Trois: A massacre occurs!"
"Lovely," James sweat dropped as David explained to Taylor why that would not happen. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he trudged along and tapped one of them on their shoulder.
The guy spun around with a raised eyebrow. James then gulped at the realization that he might have a difficult time explaining their situation due to the language barrier. "Um, hi. We, are, foreigners, with no money, and we need, a place, to stay. Could you give us, directions?"
The stranger's eyes shifted over to Faith, who was combing through her long richly brown hair, and Taylor, who was looking at a poster of Grell from Black Butler. He brought his attention back to the ginger and replied, in fairly well English, "If they ranted, a couple of hotties rike them could stay rith me!"
"*sweat drop* That, probably won't work."
"Masaomi-kun, don't you think Anri needs help?" The other stranger asked in Japanese.
Curious, everyone else peered over the corner to see a big tittied high school girl be bullied by a clique with angel wings on their jackets, odd hair colors and were so spray tanned and cliche, it was amusing. Along with a man wearing silver saying stuff like…I don't know what's he's talking about. I'm gonna be honest, I can't understand a F***ING word he's saying.
"Wow, that clique is so spray tanned and cliche, it's amusing," Taylor stated. 'Wait a devil fruit flipping minute! If we're at this scene, then that means the great Izaya is just around the corner!' She inwardly squealed.
Meanwhile, Mikado (The other Japanese stranger.) was in conflict as to what to do to help Anri (The big tittied high school girl getting bullied). He could jump in and try to defend her, but then he would get the crap kicked out of him. So he concluded that he would just jump in, grab her and run. 'Yeah, that's what I'll do.'
"Bullies, huh?"
Everyone jumped and turned to the source of the voice. It belonged to an older gentleman with spiky raven hair and black clothing. His crimson eyes held mischievousness as he overlooked the sight of teenagers. You all know this man as Izaya Orihara, the information broker.
"You wanna save the day, don't ya?" He asked as he looked over to Taylor and chain reaction: Her face was newborn pink. The man smirked devilishly at the predictable reaction, and held Mikado by his shoulder, pushing him towards the group despite his objections. "And off you go!"
Mikado skidded to a halt in front of the girls who just looked at him expectantly. "What, dork?" Said one of them-Oh my God. Is that guy REALLY jacking off right behind high school girls?! Oh wait that's not what we're talking about.
The boy stumbled over and over again with his words.
"Bullying people is lame." the clique, gangster, Mikado and Anri turned to Izaya with a "huh?"
Izaya walked toward them. "It's pathetic, really."
"What are you? Like, forty? Butt out," said one of the spray tanned bitches.
"Listen, it's not my problem if you lovely ladies get pummeled to death and die. I can knock your teeth down your throat or you can bag on my age when I'm actually just twenty-three. I don't care. You're in a class that's so beneath me, it doesn't matter."
The group of Americans were just standing there like idiots, meanwhile. The only one knowing the situation they were in being Taylor. The thing is, she couldn't speak Japanese.
"Huh?" asked the leader of the clique.
Izaya enlightened her by replying, "Human beings are weak things. But, beating up chicks isn't really my shtick." With a simple flip of the wrist, he managed to slice the strap of one of the girl's purses off (Making Taylor "Oooh" in amazement).
Her pink flip phone fell out as the information broker approached the clique and picked it up. "So, I guess the next best thing I can do is take your precious cell phone, and smash it."
He dropped the device and stomped on it repeatedly, laughing like a mad man. This creeped everyone out, of course. Suddenly, he stopped. "And now I'm bored. I guess that's enough cell phone smashing for one day." He ended that calm statement with one painfully false smile.
The clique (And Faith, even.) squealed in fear. Then that creepy jack off I mentioned earlier said some more incoherent slang and grabbed his crotch(?!) before leaping for Izaya, only to have said man slice off some of his hair to make him look partially bald.
"Ooooh! So shiny!" Taylor commented.
This scared off those bully bitches and left the man to slip and fall face first, swear vengeance and chase after them. Izaya chuckled, catching the attention of Anri and Mikado. "He didn't even know it was coming," the man replied in a sly yet disturbing fashion.
'Well, we're probably screwed…' Thought David.
The teenagers (Japanese and American.) stood/sat down and played patty cake/watched Izaya as he sat by a tree along the street, not really sure when would be the best time to run.
"Man, that was truly impressive," he told Mikado. "Trying to save the oppressed girl from the bullies?"
Mikado looked to Anri then bashfully scratched the back of his neck. Izaya shifted to Masaomi and said, "So Masaomi. It's been a while."
Said boy glared daggers at him as he replied, "Yeah. It has."
"That's a Raida Acedemy uniform, yeah? Well done on getting in."
"Oh. Right, thanks. I didn't expect to see you, Izaya. You're not normally in Ikeburkuro."
"So this is the Izaya Orihara that I'm absolutely not to piss off," Mikado stated in clarity.
When the twenty-three year old glared/smiled at him, Masaomi quickly added, "Oh, he's just a friend of mine."
The ravenette' s smirked widened as he bowed and introduced himself. "And you all are?"
At first, the foreigner group was not aware that he was referring to them. They all just continued to watch the twins play a game of patty cake. They realized it when the information broker grabbed Taylor by the waist and spun her on the heels of her new boots just to kiss her hand.
Normally, Izaya would never do such things to his precious humans, for he found them boring, disgusting and useless. But he thought otherwise as he stared in amusement at the small, blushing, stuttering mess in front of him.
Masaomi quickly cut in on whatever was happening between the two ravenettes and said, "She can't understand you, Izaya. She speaks English."
The man blinked before saying excitedly, "Oooooh, you're AMERICANS! My aporogies. Relcome to Ikeburkuro, I am Izaya Orihara."
When the introductions were out of the way, the fake blond (Masaomi Kida) asked, "So what brings you to Ikebukuro, Izaya?"
The parka wearing man stood up and simply replied, "I came back to see someone, and pick someone else up." He turned to Mikado. "I'm glad I can kill two birds with one stone."
The young man was about to ask him what he meant by that, but never could because a flying trash can hit Izaya and sent him to the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Shouted all three sixteen year old gingers.
Mikado was still in a stupor when he thought, 'That was like, a convenient trash can that came flying at us. But why?'
"Hory S***," Masaomi said with dread.
"You took the words right out of my mouth. Minus the curse word. I would've said shoot, or a Dragon Ball Z reference like: HOLY BLACK ON A POPO!" Taylor told him.
"Well well."
Everyone turned to the source of the voice as Izaya stood up once again.
"What's up Izaya?"
Walking towards everyone was a tall, blond haired man hiding his eyes behind purple sunglasses. 'Is that a…bartender?' Mikado thought as he saw the man's getup.
"Didn't I tell you to never set foot in Ikebukuro again?" The stranger asked as he took off his shades and tucked them away. "You remember that, Izaya. Don't ya?"
Instead of flipping his S***, Izaya merely greeted him like an old friend. "Shizu-chan. Last I heard, you had a gig working at the West Gate."
"Shizu-chan" hmphd, "Got fired ages ago. *grinds teeth together* And I'm pretty sure I told you to never call me that. My name's Shizuo Heiwajima, try to get it right."
Mikado gasped in realization. 'Shizuo Heiwajima?! That's the other guy I'm absolutely not to piss off.'
He and David gulped as they watched Shizuo glare daggers at Izaya, who said, "Oh come on Shizu-chan. So I pinned you for something you didn't do. Who knew you'd get so mad?"
"Oh, I'm not mad. I just wanna beat the S*** out of you," his blond counterpart replied, a wild look in his eyes.
'He seems so familiar. And not just because I've watched this anime a thousand times,' Taylor thought in conflict.
Suddenly, Izaya smiled and casually said, "You know, the problem with you Shizu-chan, is that you can't be swayed by reason and that's bad. *gestures with hand* Really bad." Then, he flipped his switch blade out and aimed it at his rival. "Now let me go."
Anri wimpered at the sight of the blade, while Faith clung to Gary, who did not enjoy it.
'Crap, this is bad…' David thought as he clenched his fist.
"Things aren't looking good. I say we make a run for it and get out of this crazy town," Gary whispered to him as he tried to escape the girl's grip.
"Would if we could, but what about Syd?" Cameron and James joined in.
"…Do we really need to worry about her…?"
All three boys stared incredulously at their scarlet haired leader. "Dude! She's your sister!"
"I know that! But look, we're long gone from where Sydney ditched us, and this is a big city. Could take us forever to find her-"
"There! That's the guy! GET HIM!"
It turns out the now bald gangster wannabe returned with a hat. Oh and a fairly large group of other gangster wannabes holding weapons. They came in and surrounded Izaya, Shizuo, and the group of teenagers, who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"No punk ass BITCH gets to make a fool of me!" The gangster shouted.
"Aww you don't go playin' around with the Dollars!" One of his friends shouted before inspecting Shizuo. "What's with the bartender?"
"I don't know. He wasn't here a minute ago."
"Is that…Shizuo Heiwajima?!"
"What the hell do YOU want?!" Said man barked.
All of the gangsters took a step back and stood frozen in fear. That is until one of them was stupid enough to hit him with a wooden club, board, thingy.
"Oh S***, brah!" Faith shouted in shock as Shizuo stood there, holding his head. The gangsters relaxed and shared a laugh before Shizuo growled as blood dripped onto the concrete.
"You aimed for my head," he said calmly while looking up at the sky.
"Well no duh, Captain Obvious," Taylor muttered as she adjusted her black ponytail.
"You have to know a blow like that could kill a guy, right?" He continued. "And this means you were intentionally trying to kill me right?"
The poor man was sweating bullets by now at the tension in the blond' s voice. Shizuo turned to him, blood dripping down his face as growled with an unstable expression, "So then, whatever happens next, is what you deserve right?!"
Without waiting for an answer, he punched that punk with all his might and sent him flying a few meters, his clothes falling off due to the momentum and impact. When he landed, he was out cold and only wearing a pair of socks and underwear.
"Ooooh, crrrrrraaap," Gary choked out as the rest of the people there watched Shizuo pant heavily.
Then without warning, the violent man went into major ass kicking mode. Some people went flying, some fell to the ground out cold, and one man approached the very violent blond before being head butted to the ground. A couple of men admitted they weren't part of the Dollars while others ran away.
The guy who started this mess shouted to the retreating troops, "Where you running? We outnumber this-" He didn't finish because Shizuo jumped up and kicked his head.
At this time, the group of students and foreigners looked at a moving speck of grey approaching them and hearing it shout something. "Wait, I think that's Sydney!" James exclaimed while squinting.
Meanwhile, Izaya was backing away from the scene with a smug look on his face. "Well, have fun!" He shouted with a wave.
Shizuo looked to him with a crazed expression. He walked over to a nearby vending machine as Syd came close enough to the scene to shout, "There you bastards are! I've been looking all over this shallow hell hole of a city for ya!"
The group looked at her, then to Shizuo, who was holding the vending machine in the air, and shouted at her to stay away with all their might. The bartender was in too much of a rage to hear or see her, so he shouted, "Where do you think YOU'RE going?!" And flung the machine into her and Izaya' s direction.
Sydney didn't get her friend's message, and when she stopped to take in her surroundings, she was hit by the flying vending machine.
Everyone either screamed or stared in horror at the no longer air born device, and no one noticed the large man of African race in a sushi bar outfit jump from the sky until Anri screamed and Masaomi shouted, "Simon!"
Surprised, Izaya walked back to everyone, stepped over the vending machine and the person underneath it, and chuckled. "Well, would you look at that."
And with that, Mikado Ryuugame decided he had had enough craziness for the day and grabbed his friend's hands and fled the scene like a mother F***ER. The rest of the teenagers stared at the vending machine in shock.
While David fell to his knees and Taylor bit her fingernails muttering profusely, the bartender currently began to cool down as he looked at the person he hated the most with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Izaya's eyes flashed with amusement as he spread his arms out and announced, "Well, can't you tell? Your recklessness and blind fury ended up getting an innocent bystander killed!"
He leaped over to a still distraught David and brushed some rubble of his sweat shirt before saying, "Now, David, ras it? Prease tell me. How old was the poor young rady? Seventeen? Eighteen?"
The red head didn't look up when he replied weakly, "Fourteen…My sister was only fourteen."
"Fourteen! My, MY that is a young age to meet your end." Izaya laughed and shouted at Shizuo, "Ya hear that? You killed a little girl, Shizu-chan!"
Meanwhile, Taylor was pushing everyone away from Sydney and onto the sidewalk.
"What are you doing?" Cameron asked her.
"Trust me. This is gonna leave a mark," she assured him.
Shizuo looked at the vending machine and muttered before he spoke to the group. "S***…I had no idea."
"I was talking to you," Taylor told him.
Everyone looked to her in confusion, until the vending machine flew by the group and hit Shizuo, making everyone jump and yelp.
"Aaand there she goes," Taylor said as she hung her head in shame.
Everyone had bulging eyes when they looked to the vending machine's new location, then back to its old one, where Sydney was panting heavily. With maximum effort, she pushed herself up and limped forward. Her leg wasn't supposed to bend the way it was bending, either dirt or blood covered her head jacket and legs, and she hastily wiped the blood pouring from her mouth onto her sleeve. Her brother reached out to stop her, but immediately brought his hand back because of the heat emanating off of his sister.
"You hit me, with a vending machine?" She asked, her words boiled with rage.
"Sydney, please calm down," Taylor asked desperately.
"YOU HIT ME, WITH A F***ING, VENDING MACHINE?!" The next everyone knew, she was by Shizuo' s side, beating the hell out of him while the man from the sky tried to get her.
"H-How the hell is she still alive?!" David gasped as the assault went on.
"Do you not know your sister?" Taylor bluntly asked him. When he didn't answer, she just said, "Probably not. To put it simply, Emo Wolf is a super strong psychopath."
With that answer, David watched as his little sister attacked a crazy stranger with another stranger (Simon.) trying to stop her. "Please, little girl. Try to calm down," he begged as he reached for the blonde girl.
"Shut the hell up!" She shouted as she gave Shizuo (Who was bleeding out all over his bruised face.) a couple of back hand slaps and punches (To the point where her own knuckles were bleeding.).
"Since when can that MoFo speak Japanese?!" Faith shouted into Taylor's ear.
"You didn't ask that when she was changing the settings on our phones?!" Taylor asked/shouted back, annoyed.
During the beat down, Shizuo weakly reached up, only to have Sydney elbow him with enough force to crack something in his body. After what seemed like forever, Sydney stopped and sat straddling the older gentleman, panting heavily. No one moved, worrisome of what she would do next.
"Sydney?" Gary asked gently. "Are you mad?"
She stopped panting and sat motionless for a moment. Then, the girl laughed maniacally and bent her back to be facing everyone upside down. It was when her blood stained hair was no longer hiding her face that everyone saw her grayish green eyes turn into toxic yellow slits.
"Oh, I'm not mad," she said in a childlike manner. "I just wanna crush this guy's throat, rip out his organs and send them to a sushi restaurant and tell them that it's cat meat so that I know they'll eat it."
"WOAH!" All the Americans shouted in objection.
Suddenly, Taylor karate chopped Sydney on the head. Her younger friend groaned and said, "What the hell was that for?!"
Despite her frustration, Taylor was relieved that her friend went back to normal when she said, "Dude, you can't say stuff like that, it's racist."
"Who cares?!"
"Everyone here."
"Well, does it matter?! I mean, that guy almost KILLED me! Look what he did to my-" Sydney stopped in mid-sentence and rolled off of Shizuo, groaning.
Taylor lightly kicked her side and asked, "What's wrong with you now?"
"The adrenaline's gone. Now my everything hurts," Sydney replied in a strained voice.
So now both blonds lied on the sidewalk, beaten, blood stained, and in immense pain. Izaya watched the whole show in amusement as the teenagers hesitantly approached Sydney.
"Is she stable now?" Cameron asked wearily.
Taylor stood over her best (And only.) friend when she answered, "Pretty much. *to Sydney* You had enough fun today Emo Wolf?"
Her friend coughed up some blood before weakly nodding.
Shizuo slowly sat up and looked down at his attacker. To think he was easily taken down by a kid, and in front of that damn flea, Izaya. With help from Simon, the blond man got up to his feet, and was about to limp away until his attacker stopped him.
Despite being on the ground, she looked him dead in the eye and slowly unzipped her jacket. "You DID nearly kill me, so could you dry clean my jacket and we call that even-ASIDE FROM THE FACT THAT I ATTACKED YOU A LITTLE," She requested as she used the last of her strength to fling her hoodie at him.
He caught it with ease and looked back to its owner, who had turned away from him and used the ginger haired twins James and Cameron as human crutches. So, a very bloodied and beat up Shizuo Heiwajima turned away from the stranger and limped on to clean her hoodie. His pride slightly hurt.
When that was all over, Izaya grabbed Taylor again and bid her goodbye as she blushed and stumbled over her words. The twenty-three year old decided to watch her since she was so interesting and the one girl his dear friend needed. While he was at it, he would keep an eye on the blonde fourteen year old who reminded him so much of Shizu-chan.
When nighttime rolled around, the group of teenagers was still walking throughout the city, looking for a place to stay. Taylor said screw it and took off her boots to walk barefoot, Faith was sound asleep and snoring while riding piggyback on David, and Gary pitched in to help the twins drag Sydney along.
"Oh God, I think we're gonna die at this point," Gary muttered.
"Hey, have at least a LITTLE faith," Taylor pouted.
"Okay; Oh God, I'm positive we're gonna die at this point."
"Nah, I see where you're coming from, Gary. Cities are usually dangerous at night. You never know what'll happen to ya," Cameron added.
After he finished that statement, the biker from earlier that day stopped right in front of them. Everyone narrowed their eyes and glared at the ginger known as Cameron. "You had to jinx it, didn't ya?"
The rider pulled out a phone and typed something in kanji to show to everyone. "Uhh, Syd, your cue," Taylor muttered.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. Must be the F***ING CONCUSSION AND INJURIES THAT I HAVE. Now let's see." She read it and translated, "Oh, she's just asking if I'm okay. *to biker* I'm a little beat up, and my leg is broken. I'd get medical help, but we're not exactly from here."
The biker typed back and Sydney read it aloud. "She says, [I see. Then come with me. I have a friend who can help you.]"
Everyone looked to each other in doubt, then shrugged seeing as how they had nothing to lose. So the boys placed Sydney on the mysterious woman's bike, who let the rest follow as she slowly cruised on to her home and the underworld doctor she's living with.
After the biker (Celty Sturluson.) helped those kids get settled into her abode, she went out for another ride, only to run into her old friend, Shizuo Heiwajima, during a pit stop.
She sat by her motorcycle as she let the bruised man exhale a puff of nicotine and tar and speak to her. "That flea Izaya is back in Ikebukuro, the bastard." he breathed in a drag, then exhaled it again. "I snuffed him out and nearly had him. But then I accidentally hit this crazy brat real hard, then she handed me my ass on a silver platter right in front of him. And made me wash her damn jacket, too."
Celty took this information in as Shizuo stomped out his cigarette. "In fact, it's probably ready right now. Better get it before that little bitch yaps my ear off about it later."
With that, he waved the Headless Rider goodbye as they both went on with their lives in the bustling city of Ikebukuro.
Me: Yes! It's FINALLY done!
Unity: Woo-hoo!
Eclipse: When are Uni and I gonna come in?
Me: Be patient. You'll be in this soon enough.
*Walker and Erika walk in*
Walker: Woah! Where are we?
Me: Ahh, just the otakus I want to see. Please, make yourselves comfortable, for you are in a fan fiction.
Erika: Ehh?! Really?!
Taylor: Yep, and while you guys are here, do you mind reading this out loud? *hands them script*
Walker and Erika: Please R&R plus F&F for next time!
Me: Thanks guys!
Me&Taylor: So Erika, have you ever heard of Shizaya?
Erika: Hmm? *gets handed Shizaya fan art* KYYYAAAA! Show me more, show me more!
Me&Taylor: Then follow us! *all females leave Eclipse and Walker to read yaoi fan fiction*
Walker: Oh no, I think they're taking Erika down the line of the Otome Road!
Eclipse:*sweat drop* That sounds like one bumpy ride…