Before you start the chapter, I would really like to apologize for going two months without updating. The full explanation will be at the bottom of the page, so look for it there.
Also, I'm sorry to make you wait so long and then uploading this piece of shit chapter. I kind of lost Sachiko's character since I waited so long to write.
I was on my way back to Japan in a limo with the rest of the Host Club. I didn't bother to ask how long the drive was; I simply rested my head against the back of my seat and closed my eyes, preparing to sleep the ride off.
My nerves had a different idea of how I would spend the ride.
Firstly, Kyoya was sitting on my left, Haruhi on my right, Tamaki next to her, and then the rest were across from us. The fact that Kyoya was sitting so close to me, just a hair's width away, made my stomach want to erupt in a mess of fluttering butterflies.
I really, really, liked Kyoya. It cluttered my mind now. I couldn't get the warmth of his hand in mine out of my head.
Secondly, I was nervous about going back to Japan and having to face everything again. I couldn't really tell if it was nerves or excitement, or if it was just Kyoya sitting next to me that was causing everything to feel…. Bubbly? I didn't know.
I just knew that I would have to face Akame again. I would have to endure the disappointment on her face as she scolded me for doing something so stupid as to get kidnapped in China. Then, I would have to comply to her every wish and do things her way.
I didn't want to do that. Her way obviously wasn't working. We weren't any closer, and our town was in flames because of her. Or at least, I was assuming it was because of her. I needed to find her and figure out what happened.
I let out a breath as I opened my eyes. The hosts were being quiet for a change. The twins were playing a game on this mobile game console, Honey had somehow managed to find cake, Mori was sleeping, Haruhi was also sleeping, and Tamaki was quietly looking out the window at the passing scenery. Kei was snoring. Kyoya was writing in that notebook of his.
I looked over, curious about what he was always writing in there, but all I saw were the names of a few companies and a bunch of numbers. He must still be doing work for his father as well as helping me. Plus, he was keeping up with his school work. When did he find time to do all of this? Was he even getting any sleep?
One look at his face told me he wasn't. There were bags under his eyes. I started to feel guilty about him not getting any sleep, but—
He glanced up at me.
I averted my eyes, heart rate peaking. He went back to writing in his notebook. My face felt hot.
I could feel Kaoru looking at me, too. His attention was taken away from the game his brother was playing, and he was looking at me, holding my gaze when I met his eyes. At first he looked hurt, but when he noticed I was looking at him, he smoothed it over with a raised eyebrow. I rolled my eyes.
Stupid poker. I was never playing poker again. But, hadn't I said that last time, at the pool when I played against him?
He owned me for a day. He said he would choose the day when it drew near. I figured he was waiting for me to heal so I could walk and move around a bit without having pain. I was not looking forward to it. If it was anything like the weekend I spent at his house, I wouldn't like it very much. The weekend I spent at his house was the weekend he found out I was a princess. What if the day he spends with me is the day he manages to find out I'm a murderer?
I don't think you're any less than what you were.
Kyoya had somehow managed to find out exactly what I needed to hear and he told me. Was that actually what he thought or was he just trying to keep me from falling into a deep depression? Either way, his words had a profound effect on me. It wasn't a miraculous fix that got the shadow to go away, and it didn't get rid of the heaviness, but he made it a little easier to bare.
"Sachi-chan," Honey said, his eyes bright as he held a plate towards me. "Would you like some cake?"
It was chocolate, and appeared to have some sort of strawberry filling in between the layers, with whipped chocolate icing on top. It looked decadent. But I still didn't have the appetite. I still didn't want to eat. Even my favorite cake… It didn't make my mouth water like it used to.
"No, thank you for offering, though." I said.
"You have to eat." Kyoya said from next to me, not even looking up. "When was the last time you had a meal?"
Of course he would ask that. "I had some rice this morning."
"Stop lying." Kei said, his voice groggy. When had he woken up? "I ate breakfast with you and you didn't touch your food."
I preferred the snoring over the nagging.
"Sachiko…" Kaoru trailed off, "Are you really not eating?"
Were they ganging up on me? I didn't want to eat. I couldn't eat. What was the big deal about that? Even when I forced myself to eat it went down thickly and always wanted to come back up. Who would want to eat when eating felt like that?
"I'm eating enough." I said. I was, honestly. I was eating enough to keep myself from dying, and enough to keep myself from starving. I was eating more than I was in the prison.
"Are you sure?" Tamaki asked. "We want to make sure you're healthy."
"I'm okay, everyone. Really." I said. I tried not to get too annoyed at their concern, because they were just worried. They were just doing their part as my friends. I hoped they believed me when I said I was okay, because I genuinely was. Well, I was working my way up to that.
"Okay," Tamaki said, propping his face up on his fist and offering a lazy smile as he turned his attention back to whatever was outside the window."but we're going out for lunch soon, like we did that one time when we lost Kohana."
"This time," I said, not really liking the thought of going out to lunch, but still entertaining it, "let's not lose a puppy and spend hours looking for it."
His smile grew stronger. "Okay."
My legs were starting to stick to the leather interior of the car. Or, rather, my right leg was, since my left was so thickly wrapped in bandages. I shifted my right leg, vaguely feeling a soreness in my hip, but that was fading. It was a ghost of what it once was.
"That terrified me." Kaoru said, but his attention was on the game console in his brother's hands. "I thought someone had kidnapped you."
I pursed my lips as I watched the colorful characters on the game reflected in his eyes. He didn't notice what he had said and if he did he didn't say anything.
"Do you have an affinity for getting kidnapped, Sachiko?" Kei asked, a light chuckle in his voice. Was getting kidnapped a joke? I didn't think it was.
"No, I don't." I said, meeting his blue eyes with my purple ones. "I don't like starving in a cell. Have you ever done it before? It's not very fun."
He looked away. Silence fell in the car.
No one said a word the rest of the way home, instead letting the awkward silence, heavy with the weight of what had happened throughout the summer, keep our mouths shut and our attention on our own menial distractions.
§
I was the last one to be taken home. And by home, I mean Kei's apartment. Haruhi was dropped off at her apartment, dad embracing her in the doorway, completely unaware of me, sitting in the limo that was driving away, bandaged and broken and desperately wanting to see him.
It hurt, to sit there and watch. I wanted my dad. I wanted my family back. I wanted things to be back to the way they were.
But it didn't matter what I wanted.
I was sprawled across the couch in the musty apartment, my left arm behind my head. Kei was outside, getting our luggage out of the limo. I had already said goodbye to Kyoya, knowing well enough that the next time I see him might be a long time away. I promised I would call him every day before I went to sleep, letting him know what was happening.
Because, whether I liked it or not, he was a part of this. His guards had been seen protecting me, he had flown people to China to save me. If anyone figured that out, they would target him too. They probably already were.
I groaned. How many people did I have to put in danger?
And those soldiers. Those nameless soldiers that died for me. Had Akame done anything for their families, or for them? To help them rest peacefully?
If she hadn't then I would.
The front door burst open and I jumped, an ache spreading through my shoulder as I sat up, peering over the back of the couch, heart racing.
Only to see Kei struggling with two suitcases.
"They aren't that heavy." I said, the tension leaving my shoulders. "Are you that weak?"
"Sure, it isn't like we packed a billion manga and books." He rolled his eyes as he dropped the suitcases, shut the door, and walked into the kitchen. I didn't know what he was hoping to find, because we hadn't been home in weeks. I didn't know if Akame had been there restocking the food, but I didn't see why she would. It wasn't like she lived here.
He walked back into the living room carrying a soda. I raised an eyebrow.
"Your teeth are going to rot."
"Call me Gummy." He said as he opened the can and took a long sip of the fizzy drink. He started to walk towards the couch with heavy footsteps and I laid back on it, stretching myself out as much as physically possible.
"Soda doesn't hydrate you. Mom always said drink water."
"Well, that explains why you won't drink soda."
He stopped in front of the sofa, looking at me. He tapped his fingers on the purple can—the soda was grape—and tilted his head to one side.
Then he just slowly lowered himself on the floor in front of the sofa and said, "Don't kick me."
"I won't." I said, just as a buzzing sound started to resonate throughout the apartment. I took a deep breath, mainly because I was annoyed, and let the phone ring. I was too lazy to reach into my front pocket where the device was. It would cause an ache in my wrist that would take hours to get rid of and I wasn't in the mood to deal with anymore pain.
"How many times is that today?" Kei asked, putting his soda in the floor and reaching towards my pocket.
"Seven." I said. I didn't think it was any of the Host Club members. What reason did they have to call me so soon after seeing me? I didn't think it was Haruhi either, because she would be spending time with dad.
Kei reached into my pocket and pulled the phone out, answering it for me. I frowned at him, but didn't complain.
"Hello?" Kei said. He sounded a bit hesitant. What was the number that called? I heard a muffled voice from the phone, but I was straining to hear and couldn't pick up what they were saying.
"She's unavailable right now." Kei said, looking at me with his eyebrows drawn together. His voice wavered. Who was he talking to? I wanted to know so bad. I was close to reaching forward and taking the phone from him, consequences and caused injuries be damned.
More muffled speaking. Kei's eyes widened, his mouth popping open, the phone slipping in his hand, almost falling to the ground.
"Who is it?" I mouthed. He shook his head, stood, and started walking back and forth in the living room. He was pacing, with his thumbnail stuck between his teeth.
"Are you sure?"
More thudding footsteps. He nearly knocked over his soda with his foot, but luckily moved at the last second, narrowly avoiding a sticky mess.
"But—"
He clamped his mouth shut and stopped walking. Kei looked at me, eyes holding an emotion I couldn't identify, before turning his gaze towards the kitchen behind me.
"I understand." He said. "I'll talk to her."
Kei nodded, even though the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see him. I would have rolled my eyes at the gesture had I not been so worried, slightly scared, and slightly panicked. Was this the person that had been calling me? What did they want?
"Yes, I'll have an answer tomorrow."
An answer by tomorrow? An answer to what?
"Okay. Goodbye."
Kei pulled the phone away from his ear, pressing the end button as he did so. When he looked at me, he let out a long, steady breath. There was a stream of sunlight coming in from the window, lighting all the tiny dust particles in the air and casting a shadow across one side of his face. I could already feel my stomach dropping.
"That was Daelun." He said, tossing my phone to me. I didn't bother trying to catch it, instead letting it land harmlessly on my stomach. "We have a few things to talk about."
§
Kyoya was in his father's study. Everything was too perfect, in line on every shelf and every table. Even his father who was seated at the desk in an unnecessarily large, black chair, was immaculate. The only sign of any emotion was the vein popping out in his neck.
"Kyoya." Even his voice was strained under the pressure of his own anger. "Would you mind telling me what you have done?"
Kyoya was terrified. He had known that sending people to go save Sachiko was going against his father, against everything his father said —even though he had given him permission to use whatever means were necessary to help her.
"I saved Sachiko's life." Kyoya said, struggling to keep his voice calm. "I was simply following what you said about employing whatever I needed to to help her."
"It's a mess." His father said. "You're supporting a mess. You have the Ootori family name supporting her."
"You agreed to this." Kyoya said.
"You are aware of the stakes, right?" His father said. "You are aware that if you fail, you're ruining your life."
Kyoya let out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes. He was sick of his father doubting him, of always placing such high expectations and then degrading Kyoya even when he met them. He knew very well that he would never be good enough; it was why he studied so hard, why he worked so hard, and part of the reason he wanted to help Sachiko.
He wanted to do something himself and prove that he could. He wanted to help someone he cared about. He wanted that ill mannered sneer off of his father's face.
"I am well aware of what will happen if we fail. Are you doubting us?" Kyoya was a little irritated. "Things are a little messy right now, but we're working on it. We're—"
"We? Are you even a part of it? Has she told you anything?" His father shook his head. "She's using you to improve her image. How can you believe her?"
Kyoya fought the tick in his jaw. Sachiko was telling him what he needed to know. He just needed to meet with Akame or even Daelun. They didn't need to be scattered anymore.
"You don't need push your insecurities with the Akahoshi family on to me." Kyoya said. "I trust Sachiko. I trust her with everything. Just because Daelun took your first love away from you doesn't mean Sachiko is going to betray me."
Kyoya took one look at his father's face and knew he had overstepped a line. It looked like he was about to explode, years worth of profanities held back threatening to spew forth. Instead, his father slammed his pen down on the desk, nearly breaking it, as he stood, and walked around the desk with long, purposeful strides. They were quick, and before Kyoya could think to flinch, he felt the harsh sting of his father's palm on his cheek, knocking his glasses off his face and causing his head to snap to one side.
"Do not talk to me like that." His father said. "You know nothing of what happened."
A few heartbeats passed. Kyoya's breathing was harsh but he didn't dare meet his father's eyes. He elected to stare at the sunlight reflecting off of his glasses, patiently waiting for his father to dismiss him. He didn't want to say anything and risk making his father even more angry. He didn't want to risk losing his claim or inheritance any more than he already was with Sachiko.
Eventually, Kyoya's phone rang. A tick entered his father's jaw as Kyoya pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller I.D.—Tamaki.
"Don't get yourself or any of my men killed." Kyoya's father waved a dismissive hand—which caused Kyoya to flinch—and then walked back around the desk and sat in the chair, continuing his paperwork as if nothing had happened. Kyoya nodded, noting his worry, and then picked up his glasses and answered his phone. He walked out of the room.
"Hello?" Kyoya said. A maid bowed as he passed her, taking extra care not to drop the white sheets in her hands. The further away from his father's office that he got, the more relaxed and calm he felt. He could feel some of the senses he lost returning to him, but his cheek still stung and ached, ever so slightly.
"Kyoya!" Tamaki yelled, his voice thick and kind of whiny. "The Chairman just told me we weren't having school for the first two weeks of the term—maybe longer. What are we going to do about our beautiful customers? What about the plan we enacted to help Sachiko-san? What are we going to do, Kyoya? What are we going to do?"
The problem in the city. It hadn't slipped Kyoya's mind, but he was so focused on making sure Sachiko got better that it took a backseat.
"We wait until school starts." Kyoya said, gently touching his cheek, checking to see how sensitive it was. "What else are we going to do?"
If the city wasn't safe, then the Chairman delaying school was a smart thing. It was also ideal for this situation, even though he wasn't quite sure if Sachiko was going to return to school. At least she had time to heal if she was.
"But the girls!"
"Their safety comes first, even if it won't make them happy." Kyoya said, wanting to put a hand on his forehead at Tamaki's eagerness to get back to the school. He was so dedicated to the club it was almost ludicrous.
"My dad isn't allowing me to leave the manor." Tamaki said, his voice saddened and quiet. "I told Sachiko she could see Kohana, but he isn't letting anyone visit either."
Kyoya's father was being the same way. He wasn't allowed to leave the house, wasn't allowed to go check on Sachiko. It made him anxious, especially with the way she was, but he trusted that she wouldn't do anything rash or moronic.
"I want to help her," Tamaki continued. "But she's so different from the person we met at the beginning of the year. I don't know how to help."
Kyoya could tell nearly everyone in the club felt the same way. He could see it on their faces when they looked at her, This person is nothing like the girl we came to care about.
But she was. Sachiko may have been putting up a small front, but each of the moments that meant the most were her. The person she actually was instead of someone she was trying to be. Even now, Kyoya could tell, she was trying to be someone she wasn't, but she was also falling inside herself and losing track of what needed to be done. Not for the kingdom, but for herself.
"Just be her friend." Kyoya said.
Tamaki sighed as Kyoya walked down the final hall that lead to his room. "I know, but I want to do more."
Kyoya opened the door to his room, finding everything he took on the trip there and unpacked, not a single thing out of place. Almost as if everything had gone back to normal. But he knew nothing was normal, that tensions were higher than they had ever been before.
"Oh!" Tamaki suddenly exclaimed. "I have to go. Antoinette is whining."
Tamaki hung up before Kyoya could get a word in, but Kyoya assumed it was for the better. He knew a maid would be in his room to bring him his dinner soon, and he knew that they would see the slight, linear bruise starting to bloom on his cheek, and they would insist on icing it.
Kyoya sighed as he sat down in one of the chairs, his muscles tense. He just couldn't seem to relax these days. He couldn't sleep at night because he was working too hard, but he also knew he wasn't working hard enough. At this rate, he would never get anything done.
Start with the small things…
He straightened himself and reached for the book sitting on the table. It was the company's income for last year, something he was studying so he could figure out how to boost that if he ever inherited the Ootori company. Something he was studying to figure out different business tactics.
But his mind… His mind kept drifting back to Sachiko. The look on her face when she admitted that she had killed that man, the look of pure regret and guilt and sadness. But the fear, the fear on her face was something he would never forget. She was terrified.
The thought made him feel so heavy. Kyoya couldn't imagine what was going through her head, how it would feel to take someone's life. He tried his best to make her feel better, to get her to realize that she did what she had to, but was it enough?
Kyoya chastised himself for letting his mind wander, and forced himself to focus on what he was working on. They made this much money, but if they did this they could have…
If I tried a little harder at this, would she smile? Would the shadows in her eyes dissipate? Wait…No. The owner of this business got on bad terms with the Ootori family and lost connections. If he hadn't, he could have doubled his profits…
But no matter how hard he tried to focus, Sachiko still lingered.
§
"Call Akame." I said, still seated on the couch, but my heart was thundering in my chest. Kei was finishing his soda as he looked up at me. His words were running rampant through my mind, each one tumbling over the next. Your dad wants you to come with him to meet the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister of Japan. My dad wanted me to go with him and meet him. Diplomatic relations? An apology for the mess caused? I wasn't sure. I didn't know. I only had until tomorrow to think this through. Was my dad telling the truth or was he lying to drag me out? Last time I met him I was attacked. Kei and I were attacked. Was that a coincidence?
But the idea of seeing my dad… I mean, he was my dad. I loved him. I missed him. But I didn't trust him.
"We've already tried that." Kei said, "She didn't answer."
Akame hadn't contacted us since we left for China. Did she hear of what happened? Was she aware of the fact that I had been kidnapped? Did she even know of that place?
"I don't know what to do."
My mind flashed back to something Kyoya told me months ago, when I first started hosting. You're too dependent. It was true. I depended on so many people around me to keep me standing, to keep me sane, but the first time I was given the chance to make a choice for myself… I had no idea what I was going to do.
Independent. I was raised to be strong, independent, and smart. I could do this.
"Personally," Kei said, rising from his spot on the floor to throw his empty can of soda in the trash. "I think that if we meet with your father, we need to have some sort of protection."
Kyoya. I felt like I was using him each time I asked him for something, but this was important. Meeting with my dad? Going out into the city without a disguise on? I could defend myself to some extent, but what happened in China showed that I wasn't safe.
"I agree." I said. "But meeting the Prime Minis—"
Gunshots echoed in the alley. Kei and I both turned towards the window, startled. I wasn't about to get up and look out there to see what was going on, but I was pretty sure this was normal nowadays. This was what had been on the news. Gunfire, actual fires… Even some houses were being raided and stayed in by foreign people.
I took a breath and continued with my statement. "But meeting the Prime Minister is something completely different. I can't meet the leader of this country in this state!"
Kei looked at me with soft eyes. I knew I had no choice. He knew I had no choice. If I wanted to become the princess I was supposed to be, this would be the first of many steps to that spot, to the person I was supposed to be.
Meet the Prime Minister of Japan as Princess of Chishima. As someone needing help, as someone apologetic for the hell caused in one of the cities, as someone who was humble and reasonable, calm and ensuring.
We had so much to apologize for. I had been living in Japan for five years, right under his nose, and he didn't know. We didn't inform him. Dad had been living here for the longest time, and he didn't approach the Prime Minister until something went wrong.
And I assumed that my father would be asking for his assistance. So we were going to apologize for wrecking a city and then ask for help getting Chishima back? It was a stupid plan. But, what else would I do? What was the next step besides talking to the Prime Minister? This was going from short little plans to keep me hidden to going after the people that hurt me, but not without the assistance of officials. Not strong families, but rulers and leaders.
Starting with the Prime minister of Japan.
"I think I'm going to do it." I said. The more I thought about it the more it seemed like the next step. There was no time to think about what killing that man had done and what I deserved. I knew that if I got everything I wanted I would be uncomfortable, unhappy, depressed, and heavy with the thought of that man and his family. I needed to push past that but not for me. But for the people on Chishima, for Kei, for my dad, and for that lady's daughter.
Kei nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. "There's actually something else he told me to ask you, but the idea really depresses me."
Both of my eyebrows rose as I looked down at him. He had one elbow on the cushions of the couch, leaning on it, his other arm propped on his knee, his leg nearest the couch folded underneath him.
"He asked me to tell you that he would really appreciate it and that he would feel more safe if you moved in with him." Kei wouldn't look at me as he said the words. The gunfire outside had ceased, no sounds echoing in the apartment save for our quiet breathing. His words played over and over in my mind.
A very large part of me wanted to. I wanted to move in with my dad, to attempt to reestablish a stable relationship, to attempt to get to know him like I used to. I wanted to eat dinner with my dad; I wanted him to wake me up in the mornings; I wanted him to tell me goodnight before I fell asleep. I wanted—I wanted him to tell me he loved me. I wanted to be able to tell him that, everyday.
The other part of me, the one attached to the current people around me, told me I couldn't. That I was the only person Kei had, that I was someone he needed around. That it would be safer with me here with him. Not to mention, I had gotten attached to Kei in the time I had been living with him, and leaving would just make me miss him.
"That's ridiculous." I said, but even I heard that tone in my voice, the one that spoke of hope and longing and want. Kei's eyes darted up for a brief second, before returning to the floor in front of him.
"Just… Just make sure you can trust him first." Kei said. "The last time we saw him both of us were attacked. And then surrounded by people trying to get a glimpse at you. He revealed you to the world."
"I think we should meet at a mutually agreed place tomorrow and talk." I said, but then I regretted mentioning it. How was I expecting to do that in a wheelchair? Did I even want my dad to see me like that? I was pathetic, in a wheelchair, so many injuries, so many healing bones.
"I think we should do a phone call. Put him on speaker so both of us can hear." Kei recommended, and I relaxed ever so slightly.
"Yeah, that's better." I said. With a call, dad wouldn't see me. He wouldn't see just how broken I was. Over a phone call, I could hide things. Then again, dad needed to know what had happened so he could look into that prison I was in. If he even had the resources to do so.
A low, bubbly growl expanded throughout the apartment, originating from Kei's stomach. The sun was setting, so it was dinner time, but I knew we didn't have any food. And we didn't have any money for food. All the money I did have had already been spent, on old hospital bills, from when I was in a coma, a few books, things on vacation, and food. Kei had lost his job, and likely couldn't get another because he had been seen with me.
I guess it was a good thing I didn't eat much, then. Kei, on the other hand, ate a lot. In fact, he was getting up to raid the kitchen for food, but I knew he probably wouldn't find anything. Judging by the way his steps were slow, lazy, he knew he wouldn't find anything either.
"Where are we supposed to find money?" Kei groaned as he opened the cabinets, standing on the tips of his toes to look at the top shelves.
"You get plastic surgery, dye your hair, change your style, wear contacts, but before that you have to fake your death. Then you apply to jobs as a girl named Nari." I said, shifting my weight on the couch as I grew more uncomfortable. I wanted to get up and walk, but that wasn't possible.
"Why the Korean name?"
"Because you're an immigrant, coming to Japan for opportunities."
"No one would buy that. There are plenty of job opportunities in Korea." Kei said, shutting the cabinets and walking over to the refrigerator. The light inside was dim when he opened it, but even from here I could see that there was nothing in there save for a few bottles of water and a couple cans of soda.
Kei continued talking, "Besides, the food in Korea is amazing. Bulgogi, bibimbap, yaki mandu, jjinmandu…" He trailed off as his stomach growled once again. I took note of his pronunciation of the words, how he didn't stumble over the Korean pronunciations.
"Don't tell me you've been to Korea too?" I asked as Kei shut the door to the refrigerator.
"I have. Stayed there for about six months."
"Oh." Was all I said. I could feel my energy being drained, not from doing any physical exercise, but from the talking, the socializing. The having to make an effort when I had been so, so lazy and stuck in a dark place with everything. I couldn't stay in one spot; I had to climb out of this hole, but taking a rest wouldn't be so bad, would it?
"I'll take our suitcases to our rooms and unpack them." Kei said. Our suitcases were still by the door, untouched since we got home.
"I'm going to take a nap." I said, curling onto my left side, into the back of the couch. I rested my head on my forearm, wary of my wrist, and closed my eyes, blocking out the sound of Kei's footsteps and the occasional gunshot outside. I tried to let my muscles relax, to unwind from the trip to China and then the stay at the pension, but just like every other time, sleep didn't come easy, no matter how tired and heavy I was.
Short chapter, but I didn't know where to end it. I started the next chapter, and decided that it didn't fit with the end of this one.
Now for my explanation; I fell into a hole where nothing I did made me feel passionate anymore. Practicing, writing, reading (I haven't read a book this year, and last year I had read fifty by March) and even watching anime. Every time I tried to write, nothing would come out. No words flowed no matter how hard I tried.
Also, can I just add, the worst feeling in the world is losing your passion.
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I feel like such a bad writer, and I feel so bad for you guys. I know how shitty it is to get into a fanfiction and then the author just doesn't update for months. It's hellish. I'm going to try to get another chapter up Saturday to make up for the late update.
ALSO TO MAKE UP FOR THE LATE UPDATE
any special one-shots you guys might want? Completely irrelevant to the story. It doesn't even have to have Sachiko in it; your favorite ship, uhm, special situations with the hosts-anything. I'll write it for you. Even readerxhost, i'll write that too.
OH
I CAN MAKE A ONE-SHOT BOOK IF I GET ENOUGH REQUESTS
If you guys want that, just review or PM me, okay?
I really appreciate your continued support on this story. I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I don't think I can express how sorry I am accurately through words
anyway, I actually skipped lunch to get this up so I'm going to go eat now, byeeeeee