Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH. Don't think I ever will... NUU!! TTOTT
A/N: Hi again! Hows your holiday? Or weekend? Or simply, week? Mine had been fine, thank you, and I have to tell you, it was filled with a LOT of JUNK FOODS!! I really don't get why my parents are trying to get me away from them. It's all just so confusing -shakes head to the negative-. Oh, and can you believe that I finally figured out how to use the horizontal line thingy? You know, the paragraph divider thingamajig?
Anyways, I have been thinking about this for awhile... a really, REALLY long while, actually. The big question for me is... SHOULD I CHANGE THE GENRE OF MY STORY?? It kinda worries me every second I'm typing this story, because seriously, I just don't know. Will you pretty please help me and say whether I should change the genre or not? If yes, then to what? Pleasee help me...?? -googley eyes-
Long chapter this time, because it will probably take me about two weeks to finish the next one, especially if I'm still not sure about the changing the genre thing. And yes, this chapter is verrry random. It like a filler, but it's not. Try to enjoy it, ne?
Thank you to auburn-haired-sadist-XD, Ericd, and anonymous for reviewing! It was very much appreciated!
Here's the replies! To...
auburn-haired-sadist-XD: I didn't lie to you guys. I was simply... using my words to make you think that they did. Wait... I didn't said they kissed, did I? -checks chapter 9- okay, good I didn't -let out a sigh of of relieve-. Tune in to figure out who the silhouette is! XD
Ericd: Tee hee hee... Don't worry, Rukia will be fine in this chapter. Well, mostly. XD
anonymous: Maybe it was Sofia, maybe it was not. I like keeping secrets XP
Thank you also to all the people that keeps on reading my story even though it had a weird beginning! And thank you to all the people that added my story to their alert/favourite list!!
I'm sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Enjoy!
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Perfection
Chapter Eleven
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GRUMBLE...
"..." Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other, eyes narrowed and eyebrows up high.
"Looks like someone's hungry..." Rukia teased, her eyebrows raised even more.
"Ah... Well, I didn't really eat all of my dinner," Ichigo looked away while scratching the back of his head, remembering that he had abandon his dinner to follow Rukia. He leaned against the wall for support.
Rukia grinned as she took a yellow rubber band from the living room table. "I'll make you something, then," she tied her hair up in a high ponytail.
"By make, do you mean--" Ichigo was interrupted.
"Yes! I mean make as if in cook make! Or bake make! Not make make!"she said, irritation was clear in her voice.
Ichigo stared at her with a skeptical look on his face. "You can cook?" he asked incredulously.
"What's that suppose to mean?! Of course I can cook!" she said proudly. "I hope raspberry muffin is okay, since it's morning already..." she stood on her tiptoe and took Yuzu's cooking book from the top shelf. She flipped through some pages, looking for the recipe Yuzu had teach her a week ago. "Ah! Here it is," she walked into the kitchen and professionally put on a light blue apron with one hand. "So 1 egg, flour..."she went into the kitchen and gathered some ingredients.
"Actually, I would prefer--" Ichigo suggested, but was cut off yet again.
"When I said I hope, it means that it will be and that absolutely no complains are to be heard from you. Capiche?" she glared straight at Ichigo's eyes.
He gulped in response when he saw that Rukia was holding a butcher knife.
"Capiche."
"I thought so," Rukia smirked as she cut... something. Ichigo couldn't see anything because her back was facing him, but he swear that he saw some red liquid splotched on the wall.
"Uh... Can I help?" he asked as he started walking toward her.
Rukia's violet orbs glinted evilly as she turned suddenly and threw the knife she was holding. It missed him by a millimeter and pieced the wall behind him. He halted, his foot in mid-air, his eyes widened in shock.
"No..." she muttered in a low and somewhat dangerous tone. "You're staying over there," she took another knife from the drawer and pointed at the wall behind him. It glinted evilly from the dim light the kitchen lamp had given it. Ichigo gulped again and backed away from the kitchen slowly. 'Wait a minute!' he thought, 'Since when did the kitchen light got so dim?!'
20 minutes later...
The smell of warm raspberry muffin filled the kitchen. Rukia took them out of the oven and placed them carefully on a big red plate. She wiped off the sweat on her shoulder using the back of her hand as she let out a sigh if relieve. She smiled, pleased with her creation.
"Oi Rukia! You done?" Ichigo's shout was heard from the living room.
"Yeah. I'll be there in a sec!" she took the apron off and carried the red plate to the living room table. She noticed that Ichigo was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees. She placed the plate on the edge carefully, so no muffin will roll out of their places.
"There," she said as she went back to the kitchen.
"Great!" Ichigo's face lighted up as he took two of the warm muffins. He took a bite and chewed it slowly, savoring its sweet and slightly sour taste. 'This muffin isn't bad. It's quite good actually. Never knew that she can cook. Never knew that she can sing either but who cares!' he took a big bite out of the same muffin enthusiastically, happy that his stomach stopped grumbling.
Rukia came back and sat beside him with a small yellow plate filled with muffins on her hand. "Is it good?" she asked.
"Ngh. Ish derishious," he answered with his mouth full, bits of muffins spilling out of his mouth as he do so.
"...Ha?" she replied, trying to comprehend his sentence. He looked at her and swallowed the chewed up muffin in his mouth.
"Yeah. It's delicious," he smirked.
"Heh. Be grateful. This is a one time thing," she smirked back, content with his answer. "Oh, can I take one of your muffins?" she put her own plate down on her lap, grabbed a muffin and took a small bite out of it. She smiled happily as she said, "Oishii!"
"Yeah, you can take one if you want," Ichigo took the red plate from the table and offered her some muffins. "But why? Aren't they both the same?"
Rukia shook her head to the negative. "Nope! They have different fillings. Beside, I couldn't cut the raspberries, it would ruin the taste," she took a muffin out of the red plate. He then put the said plate onto the table.
'Cut?' Ichigo thought, 'What does she mean, cu—oh... the knife thing.'
"Since you have one of mine, can I have one of yours?" he asked.
"Eh?" she mumbled as she took a bite from the raspberry muffin she baked Ichigo. But before she answer Ichigo's question properly, he grabbed her other hand, that was holding the other kind of muffin, pulled it toward himself and took a bite out of it.
"Wha..." she stuttered, rose tinting her cheeks lightly. 'Why the hell am I blushing?! No, no, I am not blushing. Definitely not. I just have some... problem with the blood that circulate inside my cheeks. Yeah, that's it. But in one of Yuzu's manga it did say that if—ah!! Those blasted shojo mangas!!' she shook her head furiously to clear her thoughts.
"As I have thought, it is strawberry," Ichigo chewed the bite that he stole from Rukia.
"Ichigo..."
"Yeah?"
"You can let go of my hand now."
"A-Ah. Sorry about that," he let go of her hand hesitantly.
"And instead of taking a new one, why did you took a bite from my muffin?" she eyed him suspiciously.
"Ah! That was... uhm... nothing really."
"Nothing. Yeah, sure. You just wasted a perfectly good muffin with your bite."
"What do you mean, waste?! I just took a small bite and that's it!!" he raised his voice.
"It is not small. It's huge! Ginormous even!" she raised her voice up as well, as if challenging him to raise his voice up even more.
"Well, I bet my bite is smaller than your too-big-of-a-head, midget!!"
Rukia felt a vein magically popped on her head and the next thing she knew, she was throwing both of her muffins at Ichigo's face. Both hit the desired target majestically.
"Yeah! How's that for a small bite, strawberry?!" she yelled out of victory.
Two veins popped out on Ichigo's forehead. One is from the muffin-throwing thing and the other one is from the fact that Rukia had just call him a strawberry and he can't deny it because in a way, it is true. So, his final resolve was to throw his muffins back at her. Sadly, there was only 2 of them left. 'Where the hell did the rest of them go?!' he thought. "Agh, screw it!!" he took one of them and threw it at her face.
Rukia, already knowing that this will be coming, ducked out of the way. The muffin hit the ground noiselessly and rolled of somewhere.
"Ichigo! You just wasted another perfectly good muffin!" she laid her plate on the table and stood up brashly.
Ichigo wiped the muffin off of his face and aimed for another shot. Rukia's eyes widened and she started running away from him.
'Damn. It'll be hard to hit her with my muffin if she runs. Not to mention this is my last muffin.' he thought. He caught a glimpse of one of the sofa pillow and smirked inwardly. 'This should help me,' he grabbed it and started chasing her.
Around and around they ran, making all sorts of noises inside the supposedly calm and quiet house. She went under the dining table, he chased her out. She jumped over the sofa, he jumped over it, too. So, as the last resort, she quickly went into the kitchen with him on her tail. He blocked her way out as she opened a drawer and pulled out a kitchen knife. He flinched, but his determine-for-revenge look didn't waver for the slightest bit.
"Heh heh heh... The ultimate weapon..." she grinned maliciously at him as her royal-purple orbs glinted evilly.
Ichigo clenched his jaw together, his eyes narrowed and fixed at the kitchen knife. 'What is she going to do with that?'he slowly brought the sofa pillow up, hiding half of his face in an attempt to defend himself.
"You want to know what I'm going to do with this, Ichigo? Let me help you answer that. I'm going to throw this at your face," her malicious grin widened.
"What the hell, Rukia?! That knife is freaking dangerous!!"
"Heh. Of course I knew that. Why else would I be throwing it at your face?" she aimed her glorious kitchen knife at his face. The tip of the sharp knife glinted.
"Wa-Wait a minute! Are you serious?!"
"I wonder if I am..." her grin now look more sardonic than malicious. "HYAH!!" she threw the knife without any hesitation.
"Cih!" he leaned back, the knife missed his nose by an inch and pierced the wall that is way behind him. Rukia took this opportunity and made a run for it. She grabbed his shoulders and used them as support. She jumped over him and quickly dashed out of the kitchen.
"Whoops! Looks like I missed my target!" she shouted.
"Gah! That was beyond dangerous, dammit!!" he shouted as he chased her yet again.
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"Mmm? Onii-chan?" Yuzu rubbed her eyes lazily with her hands as she sat up from her sleeping position. "What was that? Maybe it's just my imagination. Bostafu..." she searched around her bed with her dainty hands. Her eyes shot open as she realized that 'Bostafu' is not in his/her (?) usual place.
"BOSTAFU!!"
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Meanwhile, somewhere in the neighborhood... world, maybe...
"Huff... huff... I managed to escape from that damned dog! Huff... huff..." Kon panted as he walked groggily along the dark street. "Where..." he huffed before he looked around. His gloomy and tired eyes shot open as he realized that he do not realize this neighborhood at all.
"JUST WHERE THE HELL AM I!!"
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"Eh? Rukia, did you hear that?" Ichigo halted.
"Wasn't that Yuzu-chan?" Rukia stopped and turned to face him. Ichigo's chocolate coloured eyes glinted as he yelled, "You let your guard down, Rukia! Now prepare for your punishment!!"
He pulled his arm – which held the sofa pillow – back and threw the said pillow at Rukia. She crossed her arms in front of her face in an attempt to block the flying sofa pillow that was directed at her. She felt herself being pushed back down slightly because of the pressure Ichigo had put inside his throw. 'Is this the power of revenge??'
She pushed her arms up and deflected the sofa pillow. What comes next doesn't really matter to her, as long as she get this shtoopid sofa pillow out of her face. But really, she should have anticipated what's going to happen next because...
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"BOSTAFU!! BOSTAFU!!" Yuzu searched around her bed frantically, throwing the rest of her stuffed animals out of her way.
"Oi, Yuzu, calm down. We'll find him later in the morning. Now go back to sleep," Karin ordered, obviously bothered by her twins frantic screams.
"Demo, Karin-chan..."
"Sleep," Karin ordered as she pulled up her blanket and went back to sleep.
"Ha-Hai," she gave up, her shoulders dropped down gloomily. "I feel thirsty. I'm going to go have a drink," she stood up from her bed and made her way to the door noiselessly, not to bother the sleeping Karin.
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"Oosh!" Ichigo charged, raspberry muffin in his clasp. He is not going to let this golden opportunity pass by.
Rukia grimaced as she saw Ichigo charged at her just as she deflected the damn sofa pillow. He pounced and pushed her by the shoulder hard. She backed away for a few steps and accidentally slipped over the muffin Ichigo had threw at her the first time. She fell down, bringing Ichigo along with her gracefully. Rukia landed with a dull thump on the wooden floor. She pushed her hands on the floor in an attempt to get up, but her attempt was crushed when Ichigo pushed her back down, his black hood hanging loosely over his head.
"No running away this time," he grinned sardonically at his 'hostage' whom he pinned beneath himself with one hand.
"Get off of me!! Ichigo, what are you planning to do—oh, no..." her eyes widened in shock.
"Oh, yes," he nodded slowly, still grinning as he pulled his 'muffin hand' back.
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Yuzu quickened her pace as she heard a dull thump from the living room. She scanned the hallway with her mocha eyes, which are glinting nervously. She started running towards the living room when she heard a terrified scream, which she assumed belong to Rukia.
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"IYAA!!" Rukia screamed as she crossed her arms in front of her face. This scream triggered Ichigo's grin to grew even more sadistic. She shut her eyes tightly, preparing for the upcoming raspberry muffin to hit her face. To think, that her own muffins that she baked would turn their wrappers at her. The nerve.
Ichigo swung his 'muffin hand' swiftly to Rukia's face, but he was stopped by yet, another scream.
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"KYAA!!" Yuzu screamed. "Onii-chan! Otou-chan! Karin-chan! Taihen!!" she bellowed, her voice filling every empty void in the house. "Rukia nee-chan is--! Rukia nee-chan is--!! She's going to be punched by a random murderer!! HELP!!"
Ichigo froze, his eyes widened in surprise. 'Yuzu? What is she doing here? Isn't she suppose to be asleep??'
Rukia smirked slyly before shouting, "No!! Help me!!"
"What?! Rukia, what the--!" she pushed her hand on Ichigo's mouth, in a successful endeavor to shut him up.
"What is it, my beloved daughter?!" Isshin shouted as he dashed to hug his youngest daughter. The said youngest daughter noticed and ran to hide behind her father.
"Waah!! Otou-chan! Rukia-chan is about to get assault by a random murderer!!" she hugged her father tightly from behind.
"What is it this time, Yuzu?" Karin asked sleepily as she scratched the back of her head, her other hand dangling lazily on her side. She walked towards the two members of the family calmly, yawning every now and then.
"Karin-chan!" Yuzu ran and hugged her twin. "Rukia nee-chan is..." she pointed her trembling index finger at the raven-haired girl and the frozen carrot-top.
"Do not fear, Yuzu!! Papa is here!!" Isshin jumped happily towards Yuzu, only to be punched back by Karin. She sighed deeply before saying,
"Ichi-nii, what are you doing?"
"Eh?" Yuzu and Isshin asked in unison.
"Ahahaha..." Ichigo dropped the muffin her was holding and pulled Rukia's hand away from his mouth as he laughed nervously. "It's not what you think, Karin..." he pulled his hood back, revealing his bright orange hair.
Karin raised an eyebrow and smirked, "What do you mean by 'it's not what I think'?" Ichigo's face reddened and Rukia gave him a look that clearly says, 'Good job, you imbecile.' He glared at her before turning his head back to his family groggily.
"Yes, son. What are you doing? Or should I say were?" Isshin asked, a sly grin slowly forming on his face.
"Onii-chan?" Yuzu tilted her head to one side innocently, her hand covering her mouth shyly. Ichigo turned his head back at Rukia, looking very annoyed. He sighed deeply before mumbling, "Can you... help... me here?"
Rukia smirked. "Only of you admit that I am more superior than you are and admit defeat of the muffin war we were having a minute ago."
"WHAT?! NEVER!!" he yelled as he shot her an intense glare, still on top of her, her head between his supporting hands.
Rukia looked at him blankly. "You just spat on me," she stated.
"DO YOU THINK I CARE??" his glare intensified.
"Just admit that I'm more superior and admit defeat already," she rolled her eyes.
"NEVER!!"
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"Are we interrupting them or something?" Yuzu whispered.
"Dunno," Karin said nonchalantly. "I'm going back to sleep, see you all later," with that, she walked back to her room.
"I think we are," Isshin replied to his daughter question in whisper. "Let's leave them alone."
Yuzu nodded approvingly.
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"Just admit it already!! How hard is it to say, 'You are more superior than me, oh Rukia-sama and I admit defeat of useless and trivial war we were having a minute ago' ?!"
"I ain't admitting any defeats! Especially not to you!!" he stubbornly refused.
"Fine. Then I ain't helpin'," she turned her head and scowled just as stubbornly.
Ichigo breathed in deeply before muttering, "You are more superior than me, oh Rukia-sama and I admit defeat of useless and trivial war we were having a minute ago..."
"Huh? What was that? I didn't catch it," she turned her head back at him, her eyes filled with question and curiosity.
"YOU ARE MORE SUPERIOR THAN ME, OH RUKIA-SAMA AND I ADMIT DEFEAT OF USELESS AND TRIVIAL WAR WE WERE HAVING A MINUTE AGO!! There!! Happy??"he yelled. Rukia smirked in response.
"See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" her smirk grew into a smile.
"Che, whatever. Just... yeah..."
"Why can't you just ask for help like normal people?" she sighed exasperatedly.
"No complains!! I said the stupid sentence, now get to it already!!"
"If you would just say it like you mean it--"
"GET TO IT, DAMMIT!!"
Rukia scoffed, "Fine. Now, since they won't leave, we'll just have to--"
"Uh guys?" Yuzu interrupted her sentence. The two looked up at the brown haired girl questioningly. "Uhm... yeah... I think I should catch up with Karin now... see you later!" she giggled nervously and made a run for her room, completely forgotten about her quest to quench her thirst.
"Yes, and son, you don't have to explain any of this. Don't worry, I'll understand," Isshin grinned slyly and gave his son a thumb up before running back to his room with a yell of, "GO FOR IT, MY SON!!"
Rukia raised her delicate eyebrow. "Go for what? Oi, Ichigo, what was he talking about?" she tugged the sleeve of his black hoodie. It really annoyed her that he wouldn't even look at her!
"Oi! Ichigo! Look at me! Answer my question, dammit!!" she tugged his sleeve even harder. Ichigo turned his head to her groggily. He was clenching his jaw so hard, that he was sure that it was going to break soon. "What?!" he yelled.
"Go for what? What did your father meant by that?"
Ichigo slightly blushed at the question and looked away, mumbling, "It's... none of your concern." But then, as he realized something, his head snapped back at her with such incredible speed that a small crack was heard from his neck.
"Damn. My neck..." he rubbed it with one hand as he grimaced. Rukia looked at him with an incredulous expression etched on her face. "WHAT?!" he yelled as he rubbed his neck furiously. "Augh!!" he accidentally rubbed it too hard. Poor Ichigo and his hard-to-control hands. Rukia sighed in frustration and she swatted his hand away from his neck.
"Oi! What was that for!!" he hollered.
"That was for being an imbecile. Now shut up," she put her hand on the sore spot of his neck and massaged it gently. "Relax, will you? You're too tense for you're own good," she frowned. Ichigo scowled in response and turned his head the other way gently, so he won't strain his neck too much.
"There. Isn't it all better?" she said as she finished her massaging.
"Hmph. It was bound to heal someday, midget," he scoffed.
"There is no nice bone in your body, is there?" she crossed her arms, still in their previous position. "Oh, and why did you turned your head so fast?"
"Right! That was because..." he squinted one of his eye, trying to remember the answer to Rukia's question. "Oh, that's right! It was because..." his look turned into a glare. "Wait a minute! Did I admitted that you're more superior than I am and admit defeat for nothing?!"
"..." Rukia furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. "Yeah," she nodded slowly. Ichigo's face heated up in anger. "Uhm... Ichigo..."
"WHAT IS IT THIS TIME??"
"You can get off of me now."
"Huh? What do you--" his sentence was cut off by Rukia's icy glare. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"You're on top of me, idiot," she frowned.
Ichigo's look of confusion turned into a look of that is bewildered. "I'm not!" he protested.
"Sure. And I love Keigo," she rolled her eyes, her tone brimming with sarcasm.
"YOU DO??"
Rukia breathed deeply, trying to soothed down her nerves. "Someone doesn't get the sarcasm. Here, let me make it easier for you," she put her hands on his arms and continued, "Move it, Ichigo. I need you to get the heck off of me and I can't slide out if you're arms are there."
Ichigo looked down to his arms and finally realized it. "WAAAH!!" he shouted as he struggled to get himself off of her.
"Took you long enough," she seethed and blew a strand of hair out of her mouth. It took him the full five minutes to get himself off of Rukia and stood up. Even after he did all the shaking-your-head thing, he still couldn't help but blush. Rukia dusted her white pants and asked, "This had been haunting me all day. Just why are you blushing??"
Ichigo shook his head furiously once again to clear the annoying red tinge on his cheeks. "I told you! I do not blush! Now shut up about it already!"
"Fine, fine. What time is it now?" she looked around for a clock.
"It's 5.45 AM, midget. The clock is over there," he pointed to a high shelve in front of Rukia. A boyish grin managed to form on his face as he realized something. "Why didn't you find it? It's right in front of you."
"Well, it's because I'm sho--" she stopped and turned to glare at the grinning Ichigo. "Shut up, you blushing idiot!!"
Ichigo raised an eyebrow, the grin still forming gloriously on his face. He walked towards her, slammed his hand on top of her head and leaned down to be on her eye level. "What's the problem? Can't finish the word short?" he mocked as his face closed in on hers. Their noses were practically touching as she gave him an intense glare. But, upon realizing their close proximity, her eye twitched noticeably and cheeks heated up.
"And you said I blush," he mocked again, noticing the blush slowly developing on her cheeks. She gritted her teeth in annoyance, with the shtoopid blush still on her cheeks. She quickly placed her hand on Ichigo's forehead and pushed him away firmly.
"Get out of my face, baka!"
Ichigo stumbled backwards and Rukia sat on the comfy couch. He quickly regained his balance, took the muffin that lay still on the cold floor and sat beside her. She glared at him menacingly.
"You stupid strawberry. You wasted my muffin," she took the other sofa pillow and hugged it, pouting.
"No I didn't. In fact, I put it to good use," he grabbed both of her cheeks with one hand and pushed them inwards, forcefully opening—puckering Rukia's lips. "Hai. Now have a taste of your own medicine," he shoved the muffin into her mouth.
"Ngh!!" she waved her arms up and down frantically, the sofa pillow dropped to her lap without a sound. He smirked sardonically at her reaction and he pushed the raspberry muffin harder into her mouth.
"Now chew," he said after he pushed the whole muffin, minus the wrappers, into her mouth. Rukia crossed her arms stubbornly and glared at him, this time with extra spice. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his orange locks. "Must you be so difficult?" he grabbed her chin with one hand and the top of her head with the other and moved them in a chewing motion. She obeyed unwillingly and swallowed.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he turned and lay down on the sofa, his head on the sofa pillow that settling cozily on her lap. Rukia fought down the urge to smack his head and tell him to get off when she saw he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. She sighed and put her hands at both her sides, supporting her in a slightly rigid way. She figured that it had been a tough day for him, the strange hollow and all. Realizing that her own eyes were closing, she let out a final yawn before dozing off.
The last thing she could remember, was the strange reiatsu getting nearer.
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A/N: Nyii!! I'm finally finished! Quite a long chapter, but it was worth it. Anyways, if you're going to review please tell me if I should change the genre or not! I'm really, really am CONFUSED!! Oh, and do you want me to continue on using this (-.-'-.-'-.-') as a divider or the horizontal line thingy? The second question was trivial but please answer the first one- desu!!