A/N: I hate college. I mean, I love it. But I also hate it. Blahhhh. Anyway, you should check out my new Fairy Tail story, Beauty and The Dragon. I'm actually quite proud of it at the moment. Anyway, onto the story!
I don't own Kodocha or any of its related contents.
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
"Flashback/Dream/Speech over the phone"
Crimson Ties: Chapter 3: Challenge Accepted
-O-
"That temper of yours is going to get you in
a lot of trouble someday."
-Tweed, Fox and the Hound
-O-
So it's been about a week since I got here and besides the perverted jerk's existence, Jinbou High School isn't that bad. Aya and Tsuyoshi (yes, no more glasses boy) are actually really great people. Aya is very kind and she's helped me a lot with adjusting and getting use to things. Tsuyoshi is very supportive and even though he is best friends with the creep, Tsuyoshi isn't anything like him.
Mami and Hisae aren't too bad either. I've grown rather fond of them. Bitter boy though, he still creeps me out, but he's tolerable. He hasn't really talked to me. I'll just catch him staring at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention, but I actually am.
Hayama hasn't beaten anyone up, well at least, not in front of me. Shota has been left alone, which I'm happy with because Shota really is a kind boy. I've grown to learn that he is just really shy and harmless. It still ticks me off that the stupid hentai jerk hurt him.
Speaking of the stupid jerk, he's really been a thorn at my side this week. He tries to provoke me and I try my hardest to ignore the idiot (trust me, when I say I'm trying my hardest, I really am) but he just doesn't quit! And I'll still see him making out with some random chick in the hallway. When I do, I just turn and walk the other way. I don't need to see him shoving his tongue down another girl's throat.
Ew. Just the thought of it grosses me out.
But since my little stunt on my first day here, a lot of people have actually come up to me and said how "amazing" I was for standing up to the pervert. Sometimes random people I don't even know, (mostly girls) would greet me and I just stand there, awkwardly waving back because I had NO IDEA who they were! Or they would just look at me as if I just ordered my own death wish.
Tsuyoshi said they just admire my bravery because no one would think to go against Hayama. I just scoffed at the idea really and ignored his comment.
I didn't care if Hayama was the gang leader of some stupid gang, he wasn't scaring me off! I was perfectly able to handle myself.
And after my little 'talk' with the bastard, he knew I wasn't bluffing either.
But I also knew he wasn't bluffing. I knew if he really wanted too, he could take care of me and have me disappear in the middle of the night.
I merely smiled. He could try, but I wasn't going to go down that easy!
"Hey Sana." I glanced up from my phone and saw Nakao Shota sitting next to me with a smile gracing his lips. This kid really was just the sweetest thing ever!
"Hey Shota!" I smiled back.
"How is your day going?" He asked, making small talk. Shota was always like this, I learned.
I was currently sitting in my fifth period class, a little drained from the day. I absolutely hated math and I never looked forward to coming to this class, but having all my new friends in it helped a bit.
"It's alright. Could be better if I wasn't so hungry yah know!" I padded down on my stomach (curse my never ending stomach!), a grin stretching on my lips.
"Oh Sana." He chuckled softly as I smile back at him with earnestly. But then, I noticed that he had this sort of lost look on his face.
"Uh-hey Shota?" I grabbed his shoulder, "What's wrong?" I nudged him.
He casted his gaze over me and his eyes were so… sad. I dropped my smile and concern washed over me.
What happened to him?! Was he okay? Did Hayama do something to him?!
"Did Hayama say something to you!?" I voiced my concern as I grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"Sana?" All I could think about was what this bastard could have done to him this time. He looked just so hurt and confused.
"I swear! I'll kick the bastard's ass for you!" He just kept looking at me in shock. Why was he doing that? I'm over here offering my services for him and he's just sitting there!
He then began to cry.
Why was he crying?
WHY WAS HE CRYING.
"Ah, Shota? Why are you cr-" But I was cut off as he tackled me! Well, not really tackled. More like jumped and hugged me. But you get the point.
"It's all my fault!" He cried into my shoulder. I gave him a sort of distressed look, before looking up at the people staring at us, which included Tsuyoshi, Aya, and Akimito. Tsuyoshi and Aya gave me this worried look, wondering what could have made Shota so emotional.
"What's your fault Shota?" I asked as I pulled him back slightly.
Now, I know I may seem like this bad ass girl that really cares about nothing but honestly, I cared too much for my own good. I genuinely was concerned for others and I stuck my nose where it doesn't belong half the time. I think it's something I picked up from my mama over the years.
"Th-the rea-reason Haya-Hayama is after you n-now!" I gave him this incredulous look.
"After me?" He nodded as he pulled away from me and wiped his sniveling nose. "What does that mean?"
"It means that he feels threatened by you." I turned at the new voice and standing there was Akimoto, who was giving me this stern, hard look.
I laughed. "Serves the jerk right!" I pumped my arms, a proud smile adorning my face.
"No." I looked back at Akimoto, who now looked like someone died.
"No?"
"You don't understand how dangerous that is, Sana." Bitter boy said. What's that supposed to mean?
"Yeah, I get that he's a gang leader. But honestly, 'he slashed out some guys throat because he got in his way?' or 'he shot some guy in the brain just because that guy slept with his one night stand?'" I laughed at how absolutely ridiculous these stories sounded.
Honestly, Hayama seemed like a kid who had a stick so far up his ass with an inflated ego to match his quirky, sarcastic comments. Maybe he beat up a kid or two, but actually killed someone? I doubt it.
But Akimoto's expression didn't change.
"Maybe those people who told you those stories stretched it out a bit," ha, no kidding, "but, Hayama is dangerous, Sana."
I thought since the first time I met him, that was the first time I've seen actual sincere concern in his eyes. And nonetheless for me; someone he just met a week ago. And I admit that I hadn't been all too friendly to him like I was with everybody else.
"I can take care of myself, Hiro." You know, since we were apparently on a first name basis now.
He was taken aback by surprise at me saying his name. But his stern gaze returned shortly after. He looked determine to help me, to warn me. But warn me against what?
"Look, what you did-" he pointed at Shota, "-for Nakao, that was brave and impressive. No one stands up to Hayama like that, ever." I narrowed my eyes at him for a second. If he expected to flatter me, well this was the wrong way of doing it.
"But, you've challenged him." He stopped, his eyes turning angry.
What the hell?
"And he never loses his challenges. Especially coming from someone like you."
"I like a challenge."
I suddenly remember Hayama's words from a week ago. If he wanted a challenge, I would give him one. He wasn't scaring me off. Not when I was already adjusting to this new place. Besides, like him, I LOVED challenges. So he could bring it on because I wasn't going down. And someone like me? What was that supposed to mean?
"So, it's not that I know you can't take care of yourself," he stopped again, eyeing me. Wait- did he just check me out? HOLY CRAP. HE TOTALLY JUST CHECKED ME OUT.
"I know you can, but just not against Hayama."
I wanted to deck him for checking me out while warning me, but I decided that would be for a different day. "Why are you so scared of him? Why don't you ever stand up to him?"
He blinked, surprised at my question. But his eyes fell, pain washing over them. I knew that look in his eyes. I knew that look all so well.
"I'm not scared of him." He barked. I jumped back, shocked at the tone. It reminded me of Hayama, when he threw me against the locker. "That bastard can rot in hell for all I care."
And then, at that point, I realized that this feud with Hayama and Akimoto was much larger than I had imagined. Akimoto was bitter and angry. And the fact that the pain was still with him just proved that Akimoto would never let it go.
Now question was: What did Hayama do to him?
"So then why don't you stand up to him then?"
"Because I know which battles to fight, Sana. And he is a battle I am not fighting again." And with that, he turned around and stalked back to his desk.
My heart ached for him. I could hear the sadness in his voice, the defeat. Whatever Hayama did to him, it left him absolutely broken. I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from asking the obvious. When I first met Akimoto, I thought he was just bitter and let his hate cloud his judgments, but I could see that he really cared. He was a nice guy, someone that I could relate too. And he was warning me because he didn't want me to look so broken either.
"I'm sorry, Sana." I looked over at Shota, who was staring hard at the floor. I gave him one of my famous Sana smiles and punched him lightly on the arm.
"What's to apologize for?" He gazed up at me with wide eyes, "I told you, Hayama could challenge me all he wants, but he's never going to win."
"B-but didn't you just hear what Hiro said!" he sputtered, his eyes filled with horror. I laughed, a determined smile spreading on my pale lips.
"Yupp! Loud and clear! But you know what?"
"What?" He asked.
"I've never lost a challenge either."
-O-
After my little speech to Shota in math, I never heard the end of it from Tsuyoshi and Aya, warning me about how dangerous Hayama was or how I should just apologize- which was NOT happening! If anything, the jerk should apologize to me!
I guess I couldn't blame them though. They had only known me for a week. They didn't really know the type of person I was or what traits I had, though I'm pretty sure they could make out what type of person I was by now.
To be honest, this thing about Hayama coming after me was a little worrisome. It didn't scare me! Heck no! Kurata Sana does NOT get scared! It only worries me because I knew that Hayama would be the type of guy to use my friends or things I cared about against me. Yeah, cause' I knew that little worm was really coward and had his little goons do all the dirty work for him.
I scoffed. Hayama really was on such a high horse. But you know what they say, and yes, I'm going to be overly cliché right now, but the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
I walked over to my locker and changed my shoes for the day. I was relieved that my last class went by quick. Hayama wasn't there, which was a plus for me. But Akimoto was ignoring me. It was weird. He kind of just looked at me with these betrayed eyes and sat down, not once staring at me like usual. I mean, I know he was trying to warn me and help me against Hayama, but I was a big girl and I could handle myself, I always had.
"Even though you are flat chested, there is no reason a girl should have such a sour face, New Girl."
I rolled my eyes, thinking about how I totally just jinxed myself. If there was something I did not want to see, was the perverted jerk. I tried my best to ignore him (which I had been doing ALL WEEK) but to my luck, NOTHING.
"Don't you have other girls to bug?" I scowled at him, which just made him smirk. Ugh. Gross. "I'm sure they would love to accommodate you in whatever you need."
"I know they would but," he stopped, his golden eyes locking with mine, "I got my eyes on something else today." He came close to me, for once NOT smelling like overused girl perfume. Still, his face in mine was not something that I appreciated. "You."
I glared, wanting to wipe that stupid, confident smirk of his stupid, good looking face.
"Not interested." I stepped to my right and began walking away from him.
"You sure about that, New Girl?" He popped up in front of me again. I glared at him. "Because other girls would love to be in your position right now."
"I'm sure you've realized I'm not like most girls. Now, excuse me." I tried side stepping to get around him, but he just wouldn't let me.
"You're right; you're not as easy as them." I huffed, gritting my teeth.
"I don't care how raunchy and trashy those girls are for actually wanting to sleep with someone as despicable as you," I poked his chest, "but you should never, ever disrespect a girl!"
"What do you care?"
"You're breaking these girl's hearts and scarring them for life. Only a heartless bastard would do something so cruel." I narrowed my eyes at him. His face fell and now it turned stoic, something I had never seen before. I turned away, stomping off.
"You know, you are playing a very dangerous game here, New Girl." I stopped walking, not too happy at how annoyingly persistent this guy was. I turned around, his eyes darkening.
I almost stepped back from the sudden switch of his emotions. One second he was perverse and disgusting and now, he was being that Hayama that threw me against the locker a week ago.
"So I've been told." I muttered, thinking of all the warning's I've received.
"You shouldn't challenge me." His voice was becoming darker and his eyes were now a dark, cold, gold, a permanent and even though I hate to admit it, frightening scowl appeared on his brow.
"I thought you liked a challenge?" I smirked, repeating his words. He didn't appear to appreciate that though. He walked up to me, towering over me much easily. He glared down at me, his eyes piercing into mine.
"Don't mock me, Kurata." So now he wanted to call me by my real name. I figured he just didn't have time to care about it.
"Then don't test me, Hayama." I glared back at him.
We were seriously just standing there, locked in this intense eye battle. His glare was frightening, that's for sure. His eyes were dark and clouded with misery. Gone were those perverted, I'm-to-cool-for-you, eyes. Here were the eyes of a cold killer, or so the school would say. But behind those eyes of a monster, I could see there was something more, something he was hiding from the rest of the world.
So the beast had a secret huh?
I smirked. He narrowed his eyes at me as I stepped away and broke contact with him. His eyes were still stern and vicious.
"Finding something amusing?" He almost sneered. Geesh, this must be the bad side everyone was talking about.
"According to Shota, you're after me, right?" I questioned him. His disposition remained the same. "Tell me, what does that mean? Does that mean you're going to kidnap me and drug me up? Rape me? Hmm? All because I stood up for some poor, innocent person who didn't deserve to be treated the way you treated him?"
"If so, then you really are fucked up in the head, you know that?" I glared at him, my hands on my hips. He didn't move, but I swore, I could see him growing angrier. "You said you like a challenge, yet, you want to get rid of me just because you feel threatened by me? Ha, you're nothing but a coward!"
And that was the trigger. He grabbed me by my neck and once again, I found myself being shoved against the locker. His hand was tight around my neck. I could feel him squeezing my throat. I struggled to breathe as he gripped harder. His eyes were flared and furious. He looked almost demonic.
"I am not a coward!" he seethed, his voice darker and deep. He squeezed harder, making it more difficult for me to breathe. Was this bastard really going to kill me?
"You listen here, Kurata," his eyes were wild, like eyes of a predator that were about to pounce on its prey, "I rule this school. They do as I say. And you," he shoved me against the locker, a few lockers digging into my back, and he released his grip on my neck a little, "certainly are not an exception to that!"
He then released his grip on my neck and threw me to the floor. I gasped, breathing in a deep breath of air. I grabbed onto my neck where I could still feel the pulse of his fingers where he wrapped his hand around my tiny neck. I looked up, my hair in my face. I glared at him, in shock that he actually had chocked me. His glare was absolutely malicious.
"And you certainly do NOT threaten me." He scoffed, looking down at me with this condescending look like if I was a lost puppy, "You're just an obnoxious, flat chested, naïve stupid girl who thinks she could go around and makes the rules."
He kneeled down before me, his face close to mine again. It was beginning to be easier for me to breathe, but I could still feel myself wheezing.
"You're in my world now, New Girl. I make the rules. Get use to it." He growled as he stood back, scoffing at my pathetic state. He shot me one last glare before dusting himself off. I collected myself and used the lockers as my leverage to stand up. I glared at him, wishing I could just burn holes into his head. His figure started to disappear, but I would not let Hayama think he had won.
Nah uh. No way. He wasn't going to win. Not this time.
"I'm not scared of you." I said in a harsh breathe. Hey, give me a break! I was just choked!
He turned around, surprised at the fact I was even talking. He's probably use to his victims staying down.
"No matter what you do to me, I'll never be scared of you." I could feel myself relaxing now. It was getting easier for me to breath. Good. That means I can speak my mind easily.
"Like you, I love challenges." I smirked, something that made him glare. "And I've never lost one yet. So don't think this is over, because it's far from over!" I yelled at him as I pointed a finger at him. I basically repeated the words he said a week ago.
He glared at me, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You're going to regret this, Kurata." And with that, he left. I watched as I saw him disappear into the school hallways. I released a heavy sigh once I made sure he was gone. I leaned back against the locker, my hands going to my neck, where he had been choking me.
"Because I know which battles to fight, Sana. And he is a battle I am not fighting again."
I could still feel Hayama's fingers around my neck. His eyes were wild, lunatic, dangerous. He wasn't afraid to hurt me. He didn't care if I was a girl. He wanted me to know who was in control. I was furious; absolutely furious!
I wanted to wring him right now! I wanted to pound him to the ground! I wanted to hit him over and over! I clenched my fist, wanting to punch something.
This bastard was not going to get away with it! I didn't care what threat he threw at me, I was NOT going down without a fight! I was Kurata Sana! And I wouldn't let him beat me. I smirked as I fixed myself up, getting ready to go home.
Let the war begin.
-O-
"Daughter, you've finally arrived from school." I walked into my house, slamming the door behind me.
"UGH! I HATE HIM!" I screeched as I stopped in the middle of the entrance of my house.
"Are you referring to the boy you told me about last week?" She asked, her tea cup being refilled by our house maid Shimura.
"UGH! HE IS SUCH A JERK!" I dropped onto one of the chairs in our living room, thinking back to our confrontation just a little while ago. He was seriously asking for a beating.
"I suppose that is a yes." She sipped from her tea cup once more.
"Why are boys such idiots?" I huffed, crossing my arms in front of me. Shimura set up a plate of food for me to try and calm me down. I mentally sighed. She knew me so well. Food always made me feel better.
"Because they don't have the mental capacity we do, dear. Remember what I told you?" I sighed, nodding my head.
"I mean, Tsuyoshi, Shota, and Akimoto aren't that bad? Why is he such a rotten apple!" I shoved food into my mouth as my crave for hunger got higher. My Mama sent me a glare and I slowed down, not wanting to be punished. Her punishments were always the worst.
"When boys as bad as Hayama appears, it's because he has dealt with a troubled past, which has shaped him into the person he has become now."
"So? Doesn't give him an excuse to be a perverted asshole." I grumbled as I pushed my food around my plate.
"Maybe instead of being so quick to judge, you should find the story behind this boy." Ugh, I HATED when my Mama gave me insightful advice that made me think twice about EVERYTHING (and trust me, these happened A LOT).
"Everyone has a story, Sana. You should know that perfectly well." I looked up at her with doubtful eyes.
Yeah, everyone had a story. Mine was different though. I didn't end up like him. I mean, maybe I could have, but I didn't. And I had amazing people in my life to thank for that.
"And before you say anything, remember that not everyone has the same influence in their lives that you did." With that, she continued eating, silencing me for the entire meal.
After my talk with my mama, I kind of just sat on my bed in contemplation. I hated when my Mama went all philosophical on me because she always had a way in twisting all my thoughts. But not in a bad way. In a way that makes me think differently about myself and the things I've said and done.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to give up. Not after being choked like that, but I think now, I would approach this guy a different way. I mean, I really didn't learn anything about him beside the fact that he was a gang leader and that he had history with Akimoto and he was a playboy. But other than that, I knew nothing of what Hayama use to be.
Great, now Mam had my curiosity working. And that was never good. Because once my curiosity was going, nothing would stop me from unveiling the entire truth. And with Hayama, who knew what that meant.
*Ring!* *Ring!*
I felt my heart jump at the sudden noise in my ear. I grabbed my phone and lay back down on my bed, checking to see who was calling me. A grin spread on my lips as I saw the name on the screen in front of me. This couldn't be a more perfect moment!
"Well, it's about time that you called!" I kind of screamed into the phone.
"Sana!"
"What took you so long to call me? I've been here a week already! Like really Fuka!" I complained to my best friend, Matsui Fuka. I had grown up with her and people said we were practically twins. The only thing that really made us distinct from each other besides our hair color was her Osaka accent. Other than that, we were inseparable.
"I know, girl! I'm so sorry! Things haven't been the same since you left Nagoya! We all miss you so much!"
A sad smile graced my lips as I thought back to home, with Fuka, Takashi, and Naozumi. They were my best friends, my family. I had grown up with them my entire life. It honestly felt like a huge chunk of my heart was ripped away from me when I moved out here to Tokyo.
"I miss you guys too! It's definitely not the same without you here!"
"You haven't replaced us yet, have you?"
"FUKA! How can you say something like that!? I would NEVER replace you guys!" I gasped, seething at her.
"Oh Sana, I'm just kidding! You know that!"
I rolled my eyes with a smile spread on my lips. That Fuka was too much sometimes.
"YOU better not have replaced me!" I countered back. I could hear her giggle from the other side of the line.
"Well… Hiyori kind of took your spot already…"
"HIYORI! REALLY!? HIYORI!" I screamed into the phone. I couldn't stand Hiyori! It wasn't that I hated her; she just always tried so hard to be buddy buddy with Fuka, Takashi, and Naozumi that I just wasn't going to deal with it!
"Hahahaha I'm just kidding, girl! You should know no one would take your spot! You're too special to us!"
I snorted. Of course I was! We all grew up together!
"Ahem, so. How's everyone doing?"
I continued talking to Fuka and found out that not much changed after I left. Except, I wasn't there anymore to cause trouble like I always had. Fuka and Takaishi (a good friend of mine that also grew up with us) were still going strong in their relationship (they had been dating since our sophomore year after Fuka had a nasty break up with her last boyfriend! Yuta, what we all call him, also had a nasty break up, but he came in and swept Fuka off her feet!) and Naozumi (now he, I had history with, which we won't talk about) was doing well too.
It wasn't until she asked me about life here in Tokyo that I suddenly found myself very jumpy and talkative just because I had soooooooo much to tell her! I told her everything, about my new friends, about what happened with Hayama, about everything I've dealt and seen so far.
"So let me see if I got this right: Tsuyoshi: the gang leader's best friend, Aya: Tsuyoshi's girlfriend, Hiro: the bitter guy who has a past with the gang leader, Mami and Hisae: best friends who immediately befriended you, and Shota: the boy you saved from this gang leader?"
"Yeah! I mean, there not better than you guys! No way! But they are really nice and they've made me feel comfortable while I've been here."
"I'd like to meet them someday!"
"Totally! Whenever you get a chance to come out to Tokyo we can all meet up and hang out! They'd love you!" Because they love me duh, but Fuka would just call me conceited if I said that.
"So, you mentioned this gang leader?" At Fuka's question, I growled. My sudden irritation came back and Hayama's fingers were suddenly back at my neck.
"UGH! FUKA! WHY DID YOU BRING HIM UP!" I practically screamed into her ear. I frowned and pouted my lip, annoyed.
"That bad huh?"
"FUKA! HE'S TERRIBLE!" I stopped, taking a deep breath, "He is such a perverted cheetah! And he is SOOOOOO bipolar! He goes from 'Hey, let me woo you so we can have sex' to 'I'm going to drug you up and kill you in the alley so no one can find you' in a matter of seconds!"
I heard Fuka giggle at the end of the line. Was Fuka seriously LAUGHING right now? Like seriously!?
"Don't you think your overreacting?"
"NO! Fuka, you don't understand! He's bad news! Like from day one! I told you! I caught him having sex with a girl in an empty classroom!" I said the last part in a harsh whisper so Mama wouldn't hear.
"Oh wow. That's pretty bold. Also sounds exciting and hot."
EW.
"FUKA!"
"I kid, I kid! Calm down, girl!" she stopped, "So, is he hot?"
"FUKA! REALLY!?"
"What! I mean, it's not all bad if he's hot right?"
I face palmed at this. Fuka was certainly the charmer alright. It was just like her to ask about his looks. She always did have a thing for hot guys.
"Well, I mean he is goodlooking," I grumbled under my breath, "BUT he is still an asshole."
"Is he really that bad?"
"Fuka, he's a real piece of work. That's all I gotta say."
And our conversation ended there. Well, not entirely. We talked a bit more, just teasing each other mostly, but it was certainly fun talking to her. I've missed her. I was always the rambunctious one. She was the sane, cool headed one. We complimented each other. I remember the upperclassmen use to tease us when we were younger, saying we were lesbian for each other.
After my conversation with Fuka, I sprawled out on my bed, thinking back to my encounter with Hayama and then the conversation with my Mama. I sighed with irritation. This boy really was evil. I mean, what type of guys just thrust a girl into a set of lockers?
A sexy, dangerous one, that's who.
Maybe Mama was right. Maybe there was some poor, miserable soul inside the body of the contemptuous jerk. Maybe deep, like deep, very deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, down there was just a boy who couldn't deal with life and saw this as the solution? Maybe something made him this way?
Or maybe he just took advantage of his good looks and decided to break heart's everywhere he went.
I thought back Akimoto's warning and the way his eyes flashed when talking about the blonde menace. I just remember him looking so lost, so broken. He warned me over and over. Telling me not to go after him and just leave it. And even though it was the rational option, it wasn't the right option. I didn't want anyone to look so broken like that again. Whatever Hayama had done to Hiro really tore him apart. And it was so sad to see because even though Hiro seemed bitter and creepy at first, he honestly wasn't that bad.
Ugh. I didn't think that I would have to deal with things like this when I moved out here. I wish I could just go back to Nagoya and finish off high school with my friends.
But I always get the worst luck (boo!) and now I'm here.
But like it was as I said before, I wasn't going to give up. I wasn't going to let Hayama win and I certainly wasn't going to lose this war. If Hayama wanted a challenge, well now he got one.
A/N: Ah! Sorry! I totally got slammed with work! So I put two chapters in one to reward all of you for taking so long! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know things seem like there all scrambled up and there are many unanswered questions but things will get figured out. Time just has to move.
And again, excuse the bitter Sana. She'll go back to her happy go lucky self soon! It just takes adjustment being at a new place. As always, a review is much appreciated J
So until next time!
-Dark Waffle
