Ugh, I deleted FairyTale Wings some time ago on Valentine's Day. I got annoyed by the anonymous hate comments. YES, I understand that it was a bad fanfic, but did you have to ruin my day? I received a lot, kept deleting them, then I just gave up. I just deleted it since I don't want anyone reading the first chapter and saying, "Well, THAT was terrible." And yes, I understand I was inexperienced then (and I still am) but... Oh, I give up. Anyway, if anyone actually liked FairyTale Wings, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. (But I'm probably not since I HATE hate comments.)
And why does it always have to anonymous? Are you afraid that your thoughts would hurt me even more if you didn't use your account? If you're going to lecture using your account, then fine, I can take that. But it irritates me to see people give hate comments without using their account. I don't CARE if you don't have an account and you just want me to feel bad. Did you even think about how I felt when I kept reading you guys' comments?
Ugh... This author note is too long.
"Nope, that won't do..." Julie shook her head, glancing earnestly at the blouse on the rack.
"It won't?" Keiko raised an eyebrow. She eyed on it questionably. "It seems nice though. Or at least I think it does." Sighing, she placed it in the "reject pile", which was growing massively by the minute. "How about this one?"
"*Sigh!* Are you even trying, Keiko?" Julie clucked her tongue. "Maybe not this clothing store. There are too much sequins around here! And sequins are always a hassle when there's a ton. You always have to worry whether or not some might fall off in the washer."
"Sequins? You mean this cloth?" She held the ribbon from a frilled dress and pointed at it.
"No, that's a ribbon. I mean these things." She fingered around the sparkling circles.
Keiko nodded at this happily, and held onto Julie as they strode off to the next shop. After visiting 5 well-known clothing stores and 16 "regular" ones, they still haven't found "the one".
"What is "the one" anyway, Julie san?"
Skidding to a halt, the enchanting woman gave Keiko a shock. "Please, call me Mother."
"Mother? But you aren't my-"
"Please," she leaned forward to shadow the shingami's face, "call me Mother."
"Um... okay, Mother?" she replied with uncertainty.
Not really paying attention to Keiko's anxiousness, Keiko could have sworn her "mother" was about to do a back flip or a jump for joy at least.
Going back to the topic, Julie cleared her throat, seeing Keiko still unsure what "the one" was. "Well, there is this outfit that goes perfectly on you, and no matter how bad a mood you may have, just wear it and think of all the positives."
"Positives?"
"Exactly!" she exclaimed happily. "It doesn't have to be a dress though. I'm just looking at any store that interests you, and you always choose the ones with clothes."
"Sorry..." Keiko lowered her head down, mumbling her apology. "There was just so many colours in there. Some were even bright! Er... I think."
Actually, they were all bright. All very ridiculously bright, thought Julie. There was one store that had a jumpersuit (Can you believe that? A jumper suit!) in the most neon of pink that she had ever seen, something she would never want to see again in her life. Of course, the colour must have cursed her eyelids as the image of that horrendous outfit was burnt into her mind. Keiko, however, didn't mind it at all. It was either because she still didn't understand about colours yet, or because she wore something similar when she was Kyoko (Did Kuu's boss buy that jumper suit from that store?). Or... maybe both?
"Never mind that, would you like to see if there's some jewelery that you might find interesting?" she asked, trying to erase the thought of pink.
"Jewelery?"
"Something like...um, I know I was wearing a necklace this morning..." Julie fumbled around her neck. "I can't seem to feel it under this thick jacket!"
"Oh, then could you lead me to the jewelery store? Does it sparkle like sequins?" giggled Keiko.
Julie gave up and nodded. "Some do, some don't." She took a quick glance around. "We should hurry though, since we have only thirty more minutes to meet our men back at the entrance! I'm sure it won't take very long..."
"Where are they?" grumbled Kuu, as he kept glancing back down his watch. "We were suppose to meet here a half hour ago! And I even set the alarm on her cell phone since I know how she is around clothes, shoes, jewelery, kitchenware..."
"Kitchenware? You actually let her buy kitchenware?"
Kuu narrowed his eyes at his son. "What's wrong with that?"
"Well... it depends. Is it for her, or for you?"
"It's-!" Kuu then became disheartened. "Well, to tell you the truth, she thinks that she was using the wrong utensils. She even took a cooking class, trying to make edible food for you if you ever came back home..."
Ren looked away at this, feeling guilty.
"...but she was soon kicked out of it on the third day, due to all of the mishaps. She even did an explosion where all the nearby windows shattered. It was a disaster..."
Chuckling lightly, Ren folded his arms and crossed his legs on the bench he was sitting on. "Was she wearing a disguise for this? I can't imagine Mother to want her reputation to be ruined since she almost killed people with that disaster."
His father shrugged his shoulders. "Even if she didn't, everyone thinks of Hizuri Julie as "The Monstrous Cook" already. There was one time she had to do a scene where she had to cook eggs, and she made them burn the moment they touched the frying pan."
At this comment, Ren started to sweat. "And the fact her cooking back then was bad, she actually did better. I wonder why she's getting more horrible?"
"Hey, you have no right to say those things about your mother," his father scolded. "Aren't you a bad cook yourself?"
"I'm not that bad..." he muttered under his breath.
Kuu saw this and chuckled. Then a thought popped into his head. "Ah, I meant to ask you this. Um... more like tell you. Did you happen to have a black version of that necklace I gave to you to wear?"
"You mean the one that you gave me after I," he gulped, "left you two?"
"Yeah. That's the one. I know this is pointless, and you weren't around at the time, but I got two that were custom made. One was black, and another was grey. They were prepared before you were born, since I wanted an early start on what I was going to give to you on your sixteenth birthday. But you left when you were 15," pouted Kuu. His cheeks puffed up adorably.
Ren motioned his hand, not understand where this was going. "Go on..."
"I gave you the grey one, and I kept the black one in a safe place. But now it's gone and I don't know what to do! I don't want it to be made again as it wouldn't be as special as the first and-"
"Wait a minute," Ren held his hand up. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked squarely at his father. "Why did you buy two?"
Tsuki was staring at his neck, wondering what to do with the pendant that he received from Ren last night. Why did it had to look like his own? But... Ren said that he left it behind, and it wasn't a Christmas present.
*Flashback*
"Hey, Tsuki! Where are you going?" Ren caught up to them, just as they were pondering where to disappear. Where was the secluded places around here? Why wasn't it like the ones in stories, where empty hallways are always somewhere near?
"Have to go back to... our workplace," he shuddered at the thought. "I leave Keiko in your care then." He turned to leave. And I have to get out of this tux... And for Vidka to wear clothes that don't show so much skin. Note to self: keep an eye out for men and suck their souls later.
But Ren stopped him as he grabbed his shoulder. "Wait! I've been meaning to give you this! It's just with what everything has been happening lately, I never got a chance to!"
"If it's a Christmas present, don't. Just because I work for God doesn't mean I'm a Christian."
"It's not that; I just-"
"What ever. I'm sure it's not important. Just give it to me later."
He attempted to leave again, but it was Vidka that stopped him this time. "C'mon Tsuki. Just let him give it to you. Please?"
Fine... but only since you told me too, thought Tsuki. He held out his hand toward Ren. He looked the other direction. "Fine... just give it to me now and let's get this over with."
Ren smiled. "You left this on the day you accepted my relationship with Kyoko."
Tsuki's eyes widened. He turned to face him. It had been a while since he heard that name. When he heard a jingle, he looked down at his gloved paw. His eyes widened even more. "Wha-"
"I'm not sure myself why it looks like mine," Ren held up his pendant, "but it is yours. Believe me."
Then, he fled back on set.
Tsuki stared at the fleeing figure, and his mouth was wide open. He then furrowed his brow and bit his lip.
"Tsuki? Are... are you alright?"
He looked down, and saw Vidka's concerned face. He hated it when she did that. It always made him feel like he would soon make her become obsessed with him. But...
Who would want to love a freak like him?
*End of Flashback*
I... I think I seen this necklace before. A black version of Ren's... no. Tsuki shook his head. Kuon's. He corrected himself.
He slowly made his way to his bed, closing the blinds first. With the window just near his bed, he slumped down onto his back. He let the necklace dangle in front of his eyes. Yeah, now I remember... Hizuri Kuu, my father, had this in a black box. Black for death... the death of me.
He closed his eyes. I remember always going to the Hizuri mansion, trying to figure out what Kuon was like. Every time my victim happened to live near them, or just happened to live where they were on location, I would hide somewhere to watch the afar. He chuckled. I'm such a stalker when I think about it.
*Knock Knock!*
"Tsuki? Is everything alright?"
He jerked at the noise and her voice. "Y-yeah! I was just... thinking!"
"Can I come in?" she asked softly behind the door. "Do you want to talk?"
He was surprised when he suddenly saw her beside him. She must have teleported to his side. She knitted her eyebrows, giving her most concerned face she had ever given him. "Please... is there any way I can help you?"
He suddenly held her tightly.
I don't deserve you.
I'm just a reject that became a shinigami because our Lord had sympathy for me.
I didn't become who I was because I earned it.
And I'm a freak, a stalker, and a brother that can't even tell my family that I'm alive again.
