Oh God, she's alive.

I guess… I haven't been the best person. I'm saddened to say I had to halt the production of my two fanfictions unwillingly. Though I really do not want to disclose the reason in full (partially because it would probably take ten pages of Word Documents), I can say it involved me staying in hospital for much longer than I myself or my doctor anticipated. Nether the less, I am back for certain and I do not think there are any more instances where I should take 5-6 month leave.

I am not sure that I am allowed to leave authors comments in the form of a fanfiction chapter, so I guess it would be the best and satisfactory if I left you with 'teasers' for both stories. 'Purple Butterfly on your Right Shoulder' should be uploaded by next week once I send my side, 'Chrysanthemum Hearts' shall be uploaded in the next month. I'm sorry for a still long delay, but I still have much more to write with it, as well as editing.

I'm once again sorry for my absence and a rather long rant, but I hope the teasers will settle it.

-Chrysanthemum Hearts

Dear Dairy,

These past few weeks have been... Quite... Ecstatic. They have allowed me to seize such pleasures, for instance feeling the succour of being surrounded by my friends (although Rin, not so much), and simply enjoying the recherché amount of sun and pleasurable weather that was able to be grasped for several days on end.

...

Though there was that problem of that teal haired girl...The teenager paused for a moment to thoroughly process what she was going to put down into her dairy. She herself was never the one to rant, but it was her diary. The only true place where the pinkette could truly disclose her thoughts and emotions without having worry about them being seen by prying or unwanted eyes. Sighing, she took up her most prized Parker pen, one that she solely used to draft and write in her similarly prized, and rather expensive if the authoress may add, diary which the girl decorated in sleek black silk and soft red fur, and continued her entry.

I'm not normally the one to rely or trust on my hunches, but I swear that pest is a professionally trained stalker. On a great number of occasions, I've seen that louse around me; and I wonder what act of unkindness or tyranny I have performed that He sent me such displeasure and haunting.

I confess said devil is a rather adorable girl with an innocent exterior, but innermost... Words alone can't describe what devilish intentions lay inside her. One encounter could just be chance, but three is two far too many.

If I ever have he displeasure of merely seeing that twin tailed pest, I swear I'll have no other option but to kill her...

...

Spending another moment in thought, she erased the entire entry. Probably just back-to-school stress, if I'm already thinking of killing someone. Sighing and retiring to lie back on her bed, she enjoyed the last few minutes before 7am; just to relax.

After that mark of time, she'd have to get up and get ready for her 1st year of High School. The fact that she wouldn't know anyone there, besides Rin, (who couldn't even be considered as a human being in Luka's perspective), and having a whole new unfamiliar surrounding was displeasing to her.

Sighing, the young woman proceeded to turn her body over and inhale the sweet intoxicating smell of her pillow-mints. She decided to enjoy the small amount of time she had left. Besides, it wouldn't be long before hell came around.

06:30

Sharp. She woke up. Yawning and once again re-aquatinting herself with the large pink room around her, she rubbed her eyes..

06:32

Out of bed. Wearing a simple two piece button-up shirt and trousers much too big for her petite figure, both articles of clothing bright pink, she managed to drag herself along to the bathroom.

06:50

Brush and shower. The girl, after fighting the strong alluring urge to slip back into bed, walked into the bathroom. Slipping on her 'kawaii-i bunny shoes" as to not slip on the newly carved and placed marble tiles beneath her, she walked to the sink to brush her teeth and followed by having a long, warm shower to firmly awaken herself, she walked out of the bathroom, White shower towel tightly wrapped around her figure - long hair wet and sticking closely to her body..

07:04

On the dot. As planned. Finished dressing herself in her new school uniform; colours black whole with blood red strips along the arms. It wasn't the girl's first choice of colours, but the school was one of the top foreign schools in the country, if not the world. Numerous alumni got into world top Higher Education Institutions such as Tokyo University, Harvard and Cambridge. Setting aside her mild disliking of the uniform, she felt honoured to be going to such a school.

07:15

Perfect. She was sitting on her small sofa in the reasonalbly sized livingroom that she had the privilege of having to herself whilst eating Coco Pops. Now 16 years old, she shouldn't be eating chocolate covered breakfast cereals, not even mentioning what it would do to her body regarding her low metabolism rate, the teenager couldn't help herself. She had always been a child at heart. This fact can further be proven by the fact she was also watching a re-run episode of Lucky Star.

Some habits are just never supposed to be changed.

07:45

Time. It was the girls first day, so she planned out the entire morning to make sure she had plenty of time left to be early to her new school. Smiling, she headed towards the door, shouting "I'm leaving" then closed the door.

No one was there to hear it.

...07:50

A certain pink haired girl had managed to fall back asleep after only promising herself a couple minutes more. This isn't a good start.

-Purple Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder

I knelt there, my eyes transfixed, locked, on this girl completely ignoring the fact that the bottom length of my trousers were now drenched in fizzy drink. I don't know why, but she seemed so… familiar… as if I had seen her before. It was only until I felt an uncomfortable stickiness on my leg I remembered about the situation I was in.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," I said. Well, rather shouted. I doubt she would have been able to hear me over the pounding Dubstep music that was being produced from the boom boxes. With that, I continued to clean up the mess that was beginning to spread across the floor. I felt the girl raising her hand to aid me in cleaning up the drink, but I smiled at her and refused her help.

"It's fine, it was my drink anyway." I tried to put on a smile, but it felt fake and forced. But the blonde opposite me didn't seem to notice; she was far too nervous and panicked. I briefly looked up to find her opening her mouth for several seconds, then quickly shutting it. Then repeating that action several times until she finally got some words out.

"I'm sorry! I was looking for my friend and got kinda distracted. But you're not the first person I bumped into tonight if that helps at all…" she lamented and got herself up, brushing the specs of dust and dirt that had accumulated onto her clothing. Once I finished cleaning up the mess I stood up and smiled again. I don't know why… it just seemed like the right thing to do.

That's all I really have to say/post, I guess. Until later.

-Miya