Absent-Minded Notes: ...it wasn't a deliberate reference to apple pie, I
swear...
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A Clan-Destine Vacation
Part 2
*Kay Willow*
Nokoru had taken to Meri immediately. The two of them were off to one side,
chattering amiably in English, much to the fury of Wakaba. At first, she'd
refused to leave, but when Nokoru had to translate everything for her she
had collected the scattered remnants of her dignity and stalked off.
Suoh wasn't certain where Akira had gotten off to, and that worried him (he
didn't put it past his mother to try and kill them before they even landed
on the island) but he assumed that Akira had found the kitchen. It was a
rather large kitchen - this was a large ferry, after all, and they WERE the
only ones on it - and Suoh imagined he was trying to bake something.
I hope it's apple pie. I hear Wakaba-sama is allergic to cinnamon.
Rei, Ryoko, and Suoh all sat cross-legged on the deck. Suoh and Ryoko would
both cast anxious glances at their respective charges every few minutes, but
Rei didn't seem to mind at all that he had no clue where his own was.
"You can't feel her?" Suoh asked disbelievingly.
The younger boy shook his head. "Nope. I know, however, that she's going to
start getting seasick any minute now. She pulls this routine every time
she's forced on a boat. Or on planes. Or even if she's in a car for more
than twenty minutes."
"You sound like you got the worst of the lot," Ryoko noted. "Is there
anything good about her?"
Rei thought about it. Then bowed his head miserably. "She's... clever, I
guess... Wakaba-sama knows exactly what she wants, and she'll do anything to
get it."
"What does she want?" Suoh demanded instantly, knowing what was coming.
"A... A scholarship to CLAMP Campus," Rei said, blushing. "She... she's also
been saying a lot lately that she likes exotic things. That started... a
week ago... when I told her about--"
"The trip?" Suoh sighed. "Good grief, Rei." Definitely after Kaichou.
"You two are so lucky," the nine-year old complained. "Ryoko-san, your One
is funny and friendly... Aniue, YOUR One is the most perfect person alive--"
"If an irrepressible slacker," Suoh answered automatically.
"And *I* have Wakaba-sama." Rei sighed. "She hates me."
There was an especially loud laugh from Meri, who was deeply engrossed in
whatever she and Nokoru were talking about. Nokoru had his fan out, but it
was impossible to read whatever was printed on it. The older girl held out
her hand, and he gave it to her to observe more closely.
"Where is he getting all those fans from?" Ryoko asked. "I've seen him
wielding four different ones, with four different statements in four
different inks. Does he have wrist-sheaths, or something? How do they always
express what he's feeling?"
Suoh shrugged. "It's just Kaichou."
Ryoko shook her head, and her blue-green hair fell forward over her eyes. "I
don't get it."
"*I* think Aniue's One is a mental case."
They turned to face the tiny girl who'd made the sullen comment.
"Come here, Kasumi-chan," Suoh said, smiling. "Someday you'll find your
someone, too. And you won't even care if he's a mental case."
The little girl scampered across the deck on all fours and clambered up into
Suoh's lap, where he promptly cuffed her ears.
"And he's NOT a mental case." Suoh ignored her defiant golden glare. "The
term is eccentric."
Kasumi pouted for a moment, then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck
and glowered fiercely at her other relatives. "I want YOU to be my One,
Aniue."
"But then you'd be STUCK with the mental case," Suoh told her, feigning
astonishment. "I would never force you to deal with such an obvious
lunatic--"
"He's not a mental case, he's eccentric," she corrected obliviously, burying
her face in his shoulder. She was one of two people Suoh would ever allow to
come this close to him, and even Nokoru wasn't so obsessed with touch that
he would try it. "Beside, I said I think he's nuts, not that I didn't LIKE
him."
"Oh-ho, is that how it goes?" Suoh raised his chin a bit as she tightened
her grip menacingly, and almost casually took back the throwing knife she'd
lifted from his belt. "Kasumi-chan, don't touch my weapons."
"When do I get my own?"
"When Hahaue thinks it's time to search for your One."
"I want YOU to be my One!" she insisted.
"I doubt Hahaue would accept that."
Ryoko chuckled. "Kasumi-chan, a Takamura has to become somebody ELSE'S one.
You can't be another Takamura's One!"
"Why the hell not?" retorted the tiny ninja. "I'm going to be Aniue's One
whether YOU like it or not." She clenched her arms even tighter around
Suoh's neck, and he began to wonder if she'd kill him rather than accept
that he couldn't be her One. "Aniue's going to be the Takamura head one day,
and when he is I'll protect him."
"Commendable, 'Mi-chan," Rei said pompously. "Stupid, but commendable."
"Shut UP, 'niisan, or I swear I'll tell Aniue about the time you nearly
stabbed yourself in the foot at dinner trying to demonstrate a medit--"
"STOP, ALREADY!" he cried in horrified tones as Suoh and Ryoko to burst out
laughing.
"Tell me about YOUR One, Ryoko," Kasumi demanded, her shock of messy blue
hair falling into her eyes.
"Ryoko-SAN," Suoh prompted, tugging on a lock of hair. His sister glared at
him irritably.
Ryoko shrugged. "Nothing much to tell."
Kasumi rolled her eyes. "Then what's the POINT? Isn't the reason a Takamura
has a One is to protect someone important?"
"The purpose is to stabilize," Rei corrected, reciting the same speech
Hahaue had used on them all. "To create order and reason in a disorderly and
unreasonable world. To have a focus, a cause, and a system of beliefs."
"And it's always a plus if they're important enough to change things, but
that's not the way it is." Ryoko shrugged. "Wanna know about Marian? She's a
forest ranger."
Three sets of gold eyes leveled on her flatly.
"No, really. She IS!" Ryoko insisted laughingly. "Oi! Marian! What do you do
for a living?"
With a practiced gesture, the blond woman reached into her tote bag and
pulled out a wallet, which she flipped open to display a badge. "US Ranger,"
she called back.
"Thanks!" Ryoko flashed her cousins a grin. "See? She's a ranger, in college
for environmental science."
Kasumi exchanged a dry glance with Suoh which told him frankly what she
thought of THAT. "If my One ever decided to go into something like
environmental science, I'd tell him he was cheating himself." After a
moment, she added, "And your One, too, Aniue. He's better that that."
"Why, I thought a mental case like him would be just perfect for a career in
environmental science," Suoh teased.
"He's not a mental case! He's eccentric!" Kasumi insisted, punching him in
the arm for emphasis.
Ryoko only smiled. "It's what she wants. And she COULD go into a
better-paying field, or a more respected one - but she loves nature. That's
what drew me to her." Green eyes unfocused and stared off into the distance.
Rei cast an alarmed glance at Suoh, who shrugged. Ryoko's relationship with
her One wasn't his concern, and it wouldn't be the first time a Takamura had
been 'involved' with her 'someone'. And it probably wouldn't be such a
foreign notion to you, either, Rei-chan, if your own One wasn't such a royal
pain that you'd sooner get 'involved' with a donkey.
Suoh sighed and cradled Kasumi closer without thinking about it. "That's
what the bond is, Kasumi-chan. You fight constantly for this person - not
only because you must protect him, but also because you need to make things
better for him, because you need to make him happy. It isn't just the
physical; if it was, we might as well hire ourselves out as bodyguards."
A hand came down on his shoulder suddenly, and he would have been alarmed if
he hadn't *felt* Nokoru's approach, deep down in the core of himself. The
Imonoyama was smiling sweetly, and Suoh couldn't help smiling back.
Kasumi stared up into the blue eyes and grinned self-consciously when
Kaichou's attention turned to her. Across from them, Meri stopped behind
Ryoko and rested a hand on top of her head. Rei looked highly uncomfortable,
as if he was the only person present who didn't possess such a bond, though
he knew perfectly well that Kasumi had even less of an idea of it than he
did.
For a long moment, Suoh felt completely at ease. Here, on this ferry, there
were no dangers and no responsibilities. All that existed was him, his
family, and the boy who was his only reality.
And Akira, surfacing from below-decks with a platter of sandwiches for
everyone.
Ryoko and Meri separated, discomfited; though ordinarily Akira was a common
enough presence in Suoh's life so as not to disturb him from his more
introspective moments, their embarrassment was enough to raise similar
feelings. He shifted, swinging Kasumi to sit beside him.
Rei clambered to his feet just as Wakaba's voice echoed from the other half
of the ship, screaming something about rats. Everyone except Nokoru and
Akira cast him sympathetic glances as he jogged off to chase off the rodent.
That could've been me, Suoh realized with a chill. I could've gotten some
fragile, defenseless creature who panicked at the sight of an insect and
needed my help to cross puddles. And I don't even want to think about what
could've happened if I'd gotten someone even more like Wakaba!
He'd never been so glad to have Nokoru as his One.
"Come sit and eat with us, Akira," Nokoru invited easily, dropping to the
deck beside Kasumi. "You made those sandwiches, so you ought to be able to
enjoy them."
"Oh, I couldn't," Akira said, earnestness shining in his eyes. "I have to go
see if Wakaba-san would like some--"
"She won't," Kasumi snorted. "Stupid bitch is probably bulimic, anyway--"
Suoh smacked her head again. "Rei-chan said she gets seasick, so she won't
be in the mood for anything to eat. Feel free to have lunch with us."
Ryoko demanded abruptly, "Did you make these? Was Obasama anywhere near you
when you made them?" She snatched a sandwich half from Meri's hand and
glowered at it suspiciously.
"Of... of course I made them!" Akira stiffened defensively. No one had ever
criticized his food before. "What... what are you suggesting?"
Taking a large bite out of the sandwich, Ryoko ignored him. She swallowed
and waited patiently, analyzing the taste and her immediate reaction to it.
The three guests stared. Meri made a half-hearted attempt to steal her lunch
back. Suoh, somewhat more used to his family's strangeness than the others,
took a sandwich of his own and began eating calmly. He knew perfectly well
that Akira wouldn't have allowed Hahaue to help with the cooking - he was a
guest, and felt as though he needed to pull his weight somehow - and
certainly wouldn't have poisoned the food. Ryoko didn't know Akira, however;
she would need more assurance than his belief. Nokoru also took a half, more
to comfort the bristling Treasurer than because he was genuinely hungry.
Reluctantly, Ryoko gave the sandwich back to her One. "There doesn't SEEM to
be anything wrong with it," she said slowly, eyeing Akira doubtfully. "If
you begin to feel ill at all, warn--"
"I... There's nothing wrong with my sandwiches," the fourth-grader
stammered, completely unprepared for Ryoko's accusations.
"Just pray," the Takamura girl said threateningly.
"I was wrong," Kasumi muttered into Nokoru's ear from her position between
the two boys. "You're not the mental case, SHE is."
"Of course there's nothing wrong with your sandwiches," Meri volunteered,
giving Ryoko an exasperated glare. She took a bite and her eyes widened.
"It's... quite good, actually."
"Even the simplest of foods are delicious when Akira prepares them," Nokoru
laughed.
Akira was beginning to smile again, relaxing slowly. Suoh wanted to throw
something at Ryoko the minute she began to open her mouth, but didn't locate
anything handy and non-lethal in time. "Flavor to disguise any poisons or
drugs," she announced.
Everyone gaped at her for a moment.
"I think that's enough, don't you, itoko-chan?" Suoh asked quietly,
emphasizing the 'chan' to convey his irritation at her behavior.
Flicking a malevolent glance at her younger cousin, Ryoko sighed. "I'm
sorry," she told Akira, smiling wearily. "I just don't put anything past
Obasama. She used to try and poison my friends' food ALL the time. Once I
even insisted on making the food. I never let it out of my sight for a
second, but somehow she managed to get to it and I'm lucky Satoshi-san
survived. He never DID come back to play, though..."
Akira's eyes were wide by the time she finished, and he choked out an
acceptance.
"You've never done this before," Meri said reproachfully. "Are you
traumatizing this poor child without even realizing it, or is this just a
sadistic side of you I've never seen before?"
"My family brings out strange things in me," Ryoko admitted. "Chances are,
I've never done this before because my aunt has always been several time
zones away from everything you came into contact with before. If she'd been
in the same half of the world, you'd be seeing this a lot more often."
"Is she really that bad?" Akira asked hesitantly, casting a glance filled
with apprehension and unhappiness at Suoh.
Great. Now he probably thinks I'm a deprived child. And Ryoko-san is
DEFINITELY not helping.
Ryoko said frankly, "She's worse."
-----
Insert standard disclaimer here: CLAMP Campus Detectives belongs to CLAMP
and they put their name on it just like their mothers told them to so no one
could steal it and it wouldn't get lost. The anime belongs to assorted
people and the manga rights belong to assorted people and you do the
hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around and that's what it's all about.
Email. Review. IM. Do anything. Let me know you're reading this. ^_^
Kay Willow
kay_willow@hotmail.com
swear...
----
A Clan-Destine Vacation
Part 2
*Kay Willow*
Nokoru had taken to Meri immediately. The two of them were off to one side,
chattering amiably in English, much to the fury of Wakaba. At first, she'd
refused to leave, but when Nokoru had to translate everything for her she
had collected the scattered remnants of her dignity and stalked off.
Suoh wasn't certain where Akira had gotten off to, and that worried him (he
didn't put it past his mother to try and kill them before they even landed
on the island) but he assumed that Akira had found the kitchen. It was a
rather large kitchen - this was a large ferry, after all, and they WERE the
only ones on it - and Suoh imagined he was trying to bake something.
I hope it's apple pie. I hear Wakaba-sama is allergic to cinnamon.
Rei, Ryoko, and Suoh all sat cross-legged on the deck. Suoh and Ryoko would
both cast anxious glances at their respective charges every few minutes, but
Rei didn't seem to mind at all that he had no clue where his own was.
"You can't feel her?" Suoh asked disbelievingly.
The younger boy shook his head. "Nope. I know, however, that she's going to
start getting seasick any minute now. She pulls this routine every time
she's forced on a boat. Or on planes. Or even if she's in a car for more
than twenty minutes."
"You sound like you got the worst of the lot," Ryoko noted. "Is there
anything good about her?"
Rei thought about it. Then bowed his head miserably. "She's... clever, I
guess... Wakaba-sama knows exactly what she wants, and she'll do anything to
get it."
"What does she want?" Suoh demanded instantly, knowing what was coming.
"A... A scholarship to CLAMP Campus," Rei said, blushing. "She... she's also
been saying a lot lately that she likes exotic things. That started... a
week ago... when I told her about--"
"The trip?" Suoh sighed. "Good grief, Rei." Definitely after Kaichou.
"You two are so lucky," the nine-year old complained. "Ryoko-san, your One
is funny and friendly... Aniue, YOUR One is the most perfect person alive--"
"If an irrepressible slacker," Suoh answered automatically.
"And *I* have Wakaba-sama." Rei sighed. "She hates me."
There was an especially loud laugh from Meri, who was deeply engrossed in
whatever she and Nokoru were talking about. Nokoru had his fan out, but it
was impossible to read whatever was printed on it. The older girl held out
her hand, and he gave it to her to observe more closely.
"Where is he getting all those fans from?" Ryoko asked. "I've seen him
wielding four different ones, with four different statements in four
different inks. Does he have wrist-sheaths, or something? How do they always
express what he's feeling?"
Suoh shrugged. "It's just Kaichou."
Ryoko shook her head, and her blue-green hair fell forward over her eyes. "I
don't get it."
"*I* think Aniue's One is a mental case."
They turned to face the tiny girl who'd made the sullen comment.
"Come here, Kasumi-chan," Suoh said, smiling. "Someday you'll find your
someone, too. And you won't even care if he's a mental case."
The little girl scampered across the deck on all fours and clambered up into
Suoh's lap, where he promptly cuffed her ears.
"And he's NOT a mental case." Suoh ignored her defiant golden glare. "The
term is eccentric."
Kasumi pouted for a moment, then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck
and glowered fiercely at her other relatives. "I want YOU to be my One,
Aniue."
"But then you'd be STUCK with the mental case," Suoh told her, feigning
astonishment. "I would never force you to deal with such an obvious
lunatic--"
"He's not a mental case, he's eccentric," she corrected obliviously, burying
her face in his shoulder. She was one of two people Suoh would ever allow to
come this close to him, and even Nokoru wasn't so obsessed with touch that
he would try it. "Beside, I said I think he's nuts, not that I didn't LIKE
him."
"Oh-ho, is that how it goes?" Suoh raised his chin a bit as she tightened
her grip menacingly, and almost casually took back the throwing knife she'd
lifted from his belt. "Kasumi-chan, don't touch my weapons."
"When do I get my own?"
"When Hahaue thinks it's time to search for your One."
"I want YOU to be my One!" she insisted.
"I doubt Hahaue would accept that."
Ryoko chuckled. "Kasumi-chan, a Takamura has to become somebody ELSE'S one.
You can't be another Takamura's One!"
"Why the hell not?" retorted the tiny ninja. "I'm going to be Aniue's One
whether YOU like it or not." She clenched her arms even tighter around
Suoh's neck, and he began to wonder if she'd kill him rather than accept
that he couldn't be her One. "Aniue's going to be the Takamura head one day,
and when he is I'll protect him."
"Commendable, 'Mi-chan," Rei said pompously. "Stupid, but commendable."
"Shut UP, 'niisan, or I swear I'll tell Aniue about the time you nearly
stabbed yourself in the foot at dinner trying to demonstrate a medit--"
"STOP, ALREADY!" he cried in horrified tones as Suoh and Ryoko to burst out
laughing.
"Tell me about YOUR One, Ryoko," Kasumi demanded, her shock of messy blue
hair falling into her eyes.
"Ryoko-SAN," Suoh prompted, tugging on a lock of hair. His sister glared at
him irritably.
Ryoko shrugged. "Nothing much to tell."
Kasumi rolled her eyes. "Then what's the POINT? Isn't the reason a Takamura
has a One is to protect someone important?"
"The purpose is to stabilize," Rei corrected, reciting the same speech
Hahaue had used on them all. "To create order and reason in a disorderly and
unreasonable world. To have a focus, a cause, and a system of beliefs."
"And it's always a plus if they're important enough to change things, but
that's not the way it is." Ryoko shrugged. "Wanna know about Marian? She's a
forest ranger."
Three sets of gold eyes leveled on her flatly.
"No, really. She IS!" Ryoko insisted laughingly. "Oi! Marian! What do you do
for a living?"
With a practiced gesture, the blond woman reached into her tote bag and
pulled out a wallet, which she flipped open to display a badge. "US Ranger,"
she called back.
"Thanks!" Ryoko flashed her cousins a grin. "See? She's a ranger, in college
for environmental science."
Kasumi exchanged a dry glance with Suoh which told him frankly what she
thought of THAT. "If my One ever decided to go into something like
environmental science, I'd tell him he was cheating himself." After a
moment, she added, "And your One, too, Aniue. He's better that that."
"Why, I thought a mental case like him would be just perfect for a career in
environmental science," Suoh teased.
"He's not a mental case! He's eccentric!" Kasumi insisted, punching him in
the arm for emphasis.
Ryoko only smiled. "It's what she wants. And she COULD go into a
better-paying field, or a more respected one - but she loves nature. That's
what drew me to her." Green eyes unfocused and stared off into the distance.
Rei cast an alarmed glance at Suoh, who shrugged. Ryoko's relationship with
her One wasn't his concern, and it wouldn't be the first time a Takamura had
been 'involved' with her 'someone'. And it probably wouldn't be such a
foreign notion to you, either, Rei-chan, if your own One wasn't such a royal
pain that you'd sooner get 'involved' with a donkey.
Suoh sighed and cradled Kasumi closer without thinking about it. "That's
what the bond is, Kasumi-chan. You fight constantly for this person - not
only because you must protect him, but also because you need to make things
better for him, because you need to make him happy. It isn't just the
physical; if it was, we might as well hire ourselves out as bodyguards."
A hand came down on his shoulder suddenly, and he would have been alarmed if
he hadn't *felt* Nokoru's approach, deep down in the core of himself. The
Imonoyama was smiling sweetly, and Suoh couldn't help smiling back.
Kasumi stared up into the blue eyes and grinned self-consciously when
Kaichou's attention turned to her. Across from them, Meri stopped behind
Ryoko and rested a hand on top of her head. Rei looked highly uncomfortable,
as if he was the only person present who didn't possess such a bond, though
he knew perfectly well that Kasumi had even less of an idea of it than he
did.
For a long moment, Suoh felt completely at ease. Here, on this ferry, there
were no dangers and no responsibilities. All that existed was him, his
family, and the boy who was his only reality.
And Akira, surfacing from below-decks with a platter of sandwiches for
everyone.
Ryoko and Meri separated, discomfited; though ordinarily Akira was a common
enough presence in Suoh's life so as not to disturb him from his more
introspective moments, their embarrassment was enough to raise similar
feelings. He shifted, swinging Kasumi to sit beside him.
Rei clambered to his feet just as Wakaba's voice echoed from the other half
of the ship, screaming something about rats. Everyone except Nokoru and
Akira cast him sympathetic glances as he jogged off to chase off the rodent.
That could've been me, Suoh realized with a chill. I could've gotten some
fragile, defenseless creature who panicked at the sight of an insect and
needed my help to cross puddles. And I don't even want to think about what
could've happened if I'd gotten someone even more like Wakaba!
He'd never been so glad to have Nokoru as his One.
"Come sit and eat with us, Akira," Nokoru invited easily, dropping to the
deck beside Kasumi. "You made those sandwiches, so you ought to be able to
enjoy them."
"Oh, I couldn't," Akira said, earnestness shining in his eyes. "I have to go
see if Wakaba-san would like some--"
"She won't," Kasumi snorted. "Stupid bitch is probably bulimic, anyway--"
Suoh smacked her head again. "Rei-chan said she gets seasick, so she won't
be in the mood for anything to eat. Feel free to have lunch with us."
Ryoko demanded abruptly, "Did you make these? Was Obasama anywhere near you
when you made them?" She snatched a sandwich half from Meri's hand and
glowered at it suspiciously.
"Of... of course I made them!" Akira stiffened defensively. No one had ever
criticized his food before. "What... what are you suggesting?"
Taking a large bite out of the sandwich, Ryoko ignored him. She swallowed
and waited patiently, analyzing the taste and her immediate reaction to it.
The three guests stared. Meri made a half-hearted attempt to steal her lunch
back. Suoh, somewhat more used to his family's strangeness than the others,
took a sandwich of his own and began eating calmly. He knew perfectly well
that Akira wouldn't have allowed Hahaue to help with the cooking - he was a
guest, and felt as though he needed to pull his weight somehow - and
certainly wouldn't have poisoned the food. Ryoko didn't know Akira, however;
she would need more assurance than his belief. Nokoru also took a half, more
to comfort the bristling Treasurer than because he was genuinely hungry.
Reluctantly, Ryoko gave the sandwich back to her One. "There doesn't SEEM to
be anything wrong with it," she said slowly, eyeing Akira doubtfully. "If
you begin to feel ill at all, warn--"
"I... There's nothing wrong with my sandwiches," the fourth-grader
stammered, completely unprepared for Ryoko's accusations.
"Just pray," the Takamura girl said threateningly.
"I was wrong," Kasumi muttered into Nokoru's ear from her position between
the two boys. "You're not the mental case, SHE is."
"Of course there's nothing wrong with your sandwiches," Meri volunteered,
giving Ryoko an exasperated glare. She took a bite and her eyes widened.
"It's... quite good, actually."
"Even the simplest of foods are delicious when Akira prepares them," Nokoru
laughed.
Akira was beginning to smile again, relaxing slowly. Suoh wanted to throw
something at Ryoko the minute she began to open her mouth, but didn't locate
anything handy and non-lethal in time. "Flavor to disguise any poisons or
drugs," she announced.
Everyone gaped at her for a moment.
"I think that's enough, don't you, itoko-chan?" Suoh asked quietly,
emphasizing the 'chan' to convey his irritation at her behavior.
Flicking a malevolent glance at her younger cousin, Ryoko sighed. "I'm
sorry," she told Akira, smiling wearily. "I just don't put anything past
Obasama. She used to try and poison my friends' food ALL the time. Once I
even insisted on making the food. I never let it out of my sight for a
second, but somehow she managed to get to it and I'm lucky Satoshi-san
survived. He never DID come back to play, though..."
Akira's eyes were wide by the time she finished, and he choked out an
acceptance.
"You've never done this before," Meri said reproachfully. "Are you
traumatizing this poor child without even realizing it, or is this just a
sadistic side of you I've never seen before?"
"My family brings out strange things in me," Ryoko admitted. "Chances are,
I've never done this before because my aunt has always been several time
zones away from everything you came into contact with before. If she'd been
in the same half of the world, you'd be seeing this a lot more often."
"Is she really that bad?" Akira asked hesitantly, casting a glance filled
with apprehension and unhappiness at Suoh.
Great. Now he probably thinks I'm a deprived child. And Ryoko-san is
DEFINITELY not helping.
Ryoko said frankly, "She's worse."
-----
Insert standard disclaimer here: CLAMP Campus Detectives belongs to CLAMP
and they put their name on it just like their mothers told them to so no one
could steal it and it wouldn't get lost. The anime belongs to assorted
people and the manga rights belong to assorted people and you do the
hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around and that's what it's all about.
Email. Review. IM. Do anything. Let me know you're reading this. ^_^
Kay Willow
kay_willow@hotmail.com