A New Day's Sonata
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed belong to Project Weiß. The fanfiction belongs to me. XD
Warning: Yaoi. If this isn't your type of thing, please go back! Oh, yeah. RanKen, happily.
Plot Cockroach: Me brave! 'Kuß' is German for 'kiss', right? Ah, anyway… Never mind that. I'm too stupid! Hoo haa ha!
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Three: Kuß
Right. So it was Saturday, and it was early in the morning. Around, say, seven, then. It was still dark out. The house was practically silent, and there was Nagi, king of sleepovers, curled up beside us… that is, me, Kumakumachan, and Zell the dog on the floor right next to my bed. And it was cold. Cold as in, so cold you'd never want to wake up for good.
I never slept well in the night, and sometimes I'd be up at three in the morning just reading and replying mails, but that's just me. Though, Nagi never minded. He always slept through everything. He couldn't even wake up when I nudged him over to the other side. Right. Sleepover. We didn't do anything, okay? Just boy bonding!
No, not that sort of bonding!
What are you, evilly perverted?
…I should've guessed.
You really shouldn't read too much of those NC-17 fictions, you know. It's bad for health. Literally. Well, anyway, we were just comrades. Pals. We slept with no further incident. If we did, it's shouta. I'm not a shouta person. I'm a good, nice, clean little kid with a good attitude. Good boy Ken. Good boy.
Forget Barbie. It's Ken, not Barbie. Do you like Barbie? I don't.
So, the day was dawning. It was pretty stiff for a morning, but well, it was morning, and though it was dark, it was morning.
This is getting repetitive.
It was seven. I'd slept for, say, four hours? Wow. Four hours! And they said that I was an insomniac! People. How simple it is for them to judge and make decisions on others. Really. People.
Right. So, did I mention that Nagi was 'blond-ed' some time ago? It was funny, but fitting. Not that he minded it much, but revenge sure is sweet. Maybe except that he'd refused to play that someone I'd betted him on to playing, but hey, he sure looked a lot like that someone, though I suppose he chose to digress. Hmm.
Sidetracked, yet again. Will this ever end?
Anyway, I had made up my mind that morning to ASK RAN OUT. Took me plenty of courage, but hey, if I didn't make any moves, I might as well be sorry. Actually, it was Nagi's idea. And he'd bugged me to do it since a few days ago. Very errant, though that thought did brush my stupid head for some time. And, I decided to take the initiative to ask him out.
Right, ask him out.
Uh, well, I'd spent that morning trying to summon up courage. Why? I had PINK hair. Isn't that reason enough? Nagi was awake by eight, and he was busy teaching Zell tricks. For example: jumping onto my bed and getting hair all over. Well, where was I again? Ah, yeah. The courage thing. Like I said, I had to brace myself to just dial the number I had received from yours truly. Little imp. Wait till I rat on him to Omi. I'll bet his brother will fling his guitar out for good then.
Heh, heh…
But anyway, it was already forty minutes past eight. Nagi was getting restless. He lay down, his hand on his cell phone. "So…"
"What?"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Doomsday."
Nagi rolled his eyes. "Good lord, Ken! Just call him!"
"That's easy for you to say! You're not the one with PINK hair!"
"Barbie doll!"
I'd snorted then. I knew I did. Barbie! Why does everyone call me a doll? I'm not a doll! I don't LOOK like a doll! I'm a normal looking boy next-door, and the last thing I'll ever be is a hunky actor in Bay Watch. Or maybe even Barbie's boyfriend. I'm Ken, but not Barbie's Ken. Heck, I don't have that plastic quality of a look in my skin, do I? In short, I was annoyed and glared daggers at Nagi.
"Doll! Is that all –?"
"Call, call, call, CALL!"
"ALL RIGHT ALREADY!" I shouted. "Why does my love life matter so much to you, anyway?"
"I'm bored! Besides, I want to see his reaction towards your hair…"
"Argh!" I threw my hands dramatically into the air. Normality indeed. Actually, it was Nagi who screwed my normal life up. Seriously! And to think that he was normal, like me, after all. What a psycho!
He tossed me his cell phone. "Well, here it is. It's nine already. Our stupid bickering isn't turning time back. And you have to write it out, mind you. I'm helping everyone out here. Oh, and please remember to mention that I said Ayaka is a cross dressing manipulative transvestite. That's all."
I looked at him and blinked. I fished a notepad out. "Right. Cross dressing manipulative transvestite. Ayaka. Uh, huh."
Nagi didn't buy it. "CALL, CALL, CALL!"
"Okay, okay! I haven't even planned it out yet…" I grumbled. Whoa. Wrong move. It seemed that Nagi already had. He took a list out of his pocket and smiled.
"I knew that. Here's the plan. Just go by it."
He pointedly looked over at his small white cell phone. White. How professional.
Where was I again? Oh, yeah, I had to call Ran out. I peeked at the list Nagi had handed to me. And turned white, as white as his cell phone.
"Romance in park???" I gasped. "Nagi, it's COLD out there! And what do you mean by romance, by the way?"
Nagi puckered his lips. Eww.
"Forget I asked," I waved at him. I picked up the phone and stared at it. Maybe I'd trembled a bit then. He scooted up to me, and leaned in to observe my antics. I could vaguely see his grin. He looked a lot like a miniature version of Seguchi. Scary. Really. "Do you mind?"
"What?"
"Do you mind not breathing down my neck like that?"
Nagi eased a little, grinning mischievously. "Prepare for more of that, Ken. If this fails and he leaves you, I'll personally take you by force. Just to let the fans know… a real life Yuki x Shuichi!"
"You're supposed to play as Tohma, not Yuki."
"Shut up! Don't talk back to your seme koi!" he slapped my head. Argh! He'd better watch out after this! I looked back at the phone, then at the list, and another smaller note containing Ran's number. Below it Nagi had also listed out Ran's likes and dislikes, according to what information he had dug out from his brother and in-law. He had also practically forced me to remember them by heart. No mistakes. The typical Seguchi way.
…
I was dumbfounded for a moment. Then I slowly dialed the number. There was a ringing tone.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
For –
Click! It was answered.
"Yes?"
A female voice. I was stunned. He had a girlfriend? But girlfriend or no, I had to pacify Nagi. "May I speak to Ran, please?"
"Sure. You are?"
"Ken! I'm Ken! And you?" I was sweating despite the coolness of my room. It got worse when she laughed.
"I'm Aya-chan* (*Um, let's just give her Aya-chan… as a role.)! I'm Ran's sister!" she giggled. "You must be the guy he's always raving about. He said that you're –" at that, there was a faint "hey!" and a scuffling noise in the background. Another voice came through the receiver.
"Sorry, my sister loves talking to strangers. Is that you, Ken?"
"Y-Yeah…" I sounded so stupid. Stupid Ken! Go eat your stupid head and dunk it into a bucket of water! "It's okay. Siblings are like that."
"Raaaaaaan loooovesss Keeeeeen!"
"I agree," there had been a pause back then. "Why did you call, may I ask?"
"Well, err, I wanted to…"
"HE WANTS TO ASK YOU OUT!"
What the…? I glared at Nagi and pounded his head down. "Sorry…"
"Is that true?" Ran's voice stopped a little in what I think is disbelieve. Maybe. Can't be too sure. But it's nice to imagine; don't you think? "You want to go out with me?"
"He does??? He DOES???"
That was getting scary. "Yes, I do. Can you make it? About say, eleven? Walk around and…" I glanced down at the paper. "Go out to lunch, and then walk around again?" Pathetic. I couldn't tell him about the romance bit anyway. The odds are, he'd think that I'd had it all planned up.
"Lunch?"
"Yes! He says yes!!!" there was a thumping noise in the background. "Give me the phone!"
"Look, hold for a second, please," he muttered. There was a dead silence a second later. He was back on the line again. "Yes, I can. But only on one condition."
"What is it?"
"I'll have to bring Aya along," I could hear a sigh. "I can't leave her alone at home."
"YES YOU CAN! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE! YOU'VE GOTTA KISS!"
I must've died then, of embarrassment. But I suppose poor Ran was worse off. It was his sister. "Sure, why not? You can't leave her at home alone… it's dangerous."
At that point Nagi snatched his cell phone back. "But you can leave her with me," there was a short pause. "I'm Nagi. You know, Schuldig's younger brother? Yes… yeah, that's me. No, don't worry. She'll be fine…. yeah, his mom's home. We'll look after her. What? Ten thirty? Right. Fine. Have a good time, Ran."
He ended the conversation even before I could ask for it again. Nagi had the evilest smile when he stared me down. "He's coming at ten thirty to pick you up. Your mother and I will be looking after Aya. Well, get dressed now!"
"It's only thirty-five minutes past nine! It's too early!"
"Makeup! MAKEUP!" that wasn't Nagi. That happened to be Mrs. Hidaka. My mother.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough. I heard all of dearie's little speech."
"Conspirators! Traitor!" I shook my fist at them. But there was simply nothing to be done other than to become their lab rat at that point… or maybe a doll. How sad my life was.
Soon they were arguing about clothes.
"Blue, blue!" Nagi said, pulling out a blue jacket.
"No, dearie, white. It's more becoming of the pink hair…" the woman whom I thought loved me had her fair say. "But blue can be mixed in. see, dearie? How well this goes… it goes with the lip-gloss too."
LIP-GLOSS? Oh, Manwë! Lip-gloss!
But before I could protest, they had had me in vice grips. "Hair brush! Where's the hair brush?"
By ten twenty, I was officially Barbie-lized. It was horrible! I blanched. Maybe Ran will ditch me after this. Nagi and Mrs. Hidaka (I'm not related to her! That… MONSTER!) looked proud of their handiwork.
"Perfect," Nagi said. "Wait… where's the camera?"
"NO CAMERAS!" I was flabbergasted. Dolling up and now photographs? What was I? La femme Hidaka? "I'll make ugly faces!" I proceeded to pull really ugly ones. Just then, the doorbell rang. Nagi must have forgotten all about the camera as he rushed to answer it.
Right on time.
Ran stood in front, a pretty young girl peeking from behind. She squealed when she saw us. "Oh, goodness! You're so cute! You're Ken? You look like Tohma-chan!"
"Uh, actually, I'm Nagi. I just happened to have my hair dyed blond by an unsatisfied sore loser, and no, I'm playing Yuki, not Tohma," he looked pointedly at me. "THAT'S Ken. He's cosplaying Shuichi for us in this year's Otakon."
"No, I'm not –"
"Oh, gosh! He's also so cute! I can see why my brother rants all about him!"
Ran sighed and pushed his sister in gently. "Look, we'll be back soon, Aya. Don't worry."
"TAKE YOUR TIME!" she sounded really enthusiastic. It was creepy the way children acted that way. She's probably a rabid Yaoi fangirl. Poor thing. Her brother, I mean. We made to leave, and waved graciously back to the trio. Nagi ushered everyone in and closed the door behind him.
I turned to look at Ran, who had an unreadable expression on his face. The hair.
"Oh, um, sorry for that pink hair and all," I had to apologize. "Freaky, huh?"
"I thought he was kidding," Ran shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile already forming on his handsome features. I goggled at him. Whoa. Prince Charming. The one that Cinderella missed out.
"Turned out that he wasn't," I commented. We were walking to the car - a Mercedes shining with fervor. Whoa again. Ran was a gentleman. He'd opened the door for me to get it. I stared at him. Like I said, I'm not Barbie. I'm Ken. Maybe I was a doll, but I was tougher. "Thanks."
That was lame.
Then I got in. Ran came later. He smiled for a bit. "Thank you for asking me out."
"You're welcome," I grinned. We stared at one another again.
"Where are we headed now?"
Oh. Desperately I tried to remember the list of words written out for me, but to no avail. I only remembered the 'romance in the park' part, but that was supposed to be saved for last. I gawked at him yet again. "Uh… I don't know?" I think it came out as a squeak. Lame, really. Ran was calm, though.
"Would you like to go shopping?"
Shopping? I looked at him. Pink hair?
Right. Shopping. I nodded dumbly. "Uh… sure."
The ride was uneventful. We'd exchanged small talk on the weather, on Nagi, on Aya, on household affairs, Schuldig's past, present and future and Omi's matchmaking talents (the movie date thingy). Finally, we exchanged stuff on our… normal affairs. You know, our pastimes and all.
"So, what do you like doing in your free time?" I casually asked him. He gave his usual dashing, complete, perfect small smile.
"Reading, riding at times. I hardly have much time off to myself," he replied. "And you?"
"Ah, me? Well, I err, do housework, eat, sleep, and use the computer… and write."
"Write?"
"Yes, write," I looked at him. I couldn't lie to Ran! I blushed. "Stories on the net. You know… stuff."
"Fanfiction?"
I gaped at him. "How'd you know?"
"Aya writes them too," his tone was flat, but also endearing. "She's always saying how fun it is to make cartoon characters stick to each other. I don't understand it. Perhaps you could enlighten me on it."
"Well… you see, sometimes fans get upset about certain events in a… movie, book or maybe comic. They don't like it, so they write… other events and alter it at times. Err. Roughly, it's like that," I mumbled vaguely. "As for the cartoon characters part, I suppose some fans just don't like the pairings in the said movie, book and comic, and they change it to their liking and enjoyment."
"I see," he said. What a guy. "Could we change the lunch schedule?"
"Uh, yeah… sure?" my heart must've stopped for a second.
"Sorry, I'd suddenly had a craving for donuts," he admitted. "I thought that we might spend the morning eating donuts, bagels, buns and cakes and skip lunch altogether… do you mind that?"
NO! Of course not!
"Um, no! It's fine," I grinned shakily.
"Thank you," I heard him say as he swung the car into some parking lot with ease. He's like a pro on that. Skilled. A real prince, that's what I meant.
And so, we spent a couple of hours snacking. It was pretty fun actually, and people gaped at us. We took our time to chat, eat, drink and eat some more. Besides, I had to kill the paranoia that was nibbling at my conscience that it wasn't 'us' the folks were staring at in amazement, rather it was 'me', clad in a weird outfit and not to mention, pink hair. Pink. Ridiculous.
"You seem to be drinking only tea."
I nearly jumped out of my skin. Trust Ran to be so observant. "Uh, yeah. I don't drink coffee…"
"There's always cocoa," he shrugged. "You don't look like you suit coffee anyway."
"Thanks." Gosh, I must've turned red. Stupid, stupid Ken! Go dunk your stupid head in the mug and eat it up already!
At that point, he stood up and nodded at me smilingly. "Let's go somewhere else. We're beginning to scare the patrons."
Right. I got up and followed him suit. Soon we had stopped at another shop. My eyes went wide. "Ice cream? In winter?"
"They serve great cakes too," Ran nodded again, and I was dragged in… kind of gently, actually. There wasn't any brute force. We settled down by the glass window, and ordered ice cream and cakes. Well, yeah, the waitress stared at us too. I tell you, it was the hair. It's always been the hair. Some girls nudged one another, and I nearly died. Seriously, I'd really, really wanted to eat my head up then. And you know what? I had to order strawberry, just to match my hair color…
And so, we were done at say, three. Wow. That's four hours of non-stop eating, drinking and yapping. To tell you the truth, I did most of the talking. He merely listened, smiled, nodded, and chipped in a bit here and there. Sounds dull, but it technically wasn't. Well, you weren't in my shoes anyway. You wouldn't know, would you? (^^;)
Now, the next leg came up. I had to follow up on Nagi's plans, by the way. I grinned at Ran. "So… would you like to go to a park? I mean; it's three now, it should be warm enough, well, um, not really, but… let's work out some sweat?"
I must've died when I heard myself say that. Work out some sweat…
"All right," he'd agreed. Wow, prince charming! He didn't even question the sweat part! We'd stopped at some random park, and gotten down for a stroll. It was still rather cold and snowy, but surprise! There were a couple of kids running around, screaming, yelling and laughing while hurling snowballs at each other. I guess the snow had gotten slushy enough. The weather was already warming up. A little. Maybe.
Well, they stopped when they caught sight of us. A kid guy pointed at my direction. "Hey, look! It's some strawberry blond – with REAL strawberries!" The others began to cheer and laugh. Argh! I shook my head and grinned. Children these days! They never respect the older ones. Not that I'm any older than they are, but hey! It's manners not to jeer and stare at others just because they're different, right?
But anyway, those little monkeys decided to take things further. Without further ado, they began hurling snowballs our way, thick and fast. Then, the end of the world came.
Ran roared. You should've heard it. It was like a savage roar of a lion – left me and a couple of the kids stunned for a moment. And then, he'd retaliated against their attack. He was worth one hundred kids. Man, he's got some arm! His aim was perfect. Snowballs bounced off him like water off a duck's back. Literally. But he wasn't savage. Didn't act savage. In fact, he was all out laughing at them and taunting them. Err; to tell you the truth, I did the same. Eh, heh, heh…
We fought really hard, with some of the kids joining our side (traitors) due to awe at Ran's great moves. Hey, even I was awed. I never expected such a gentleman to muster so much force and live, but then again, in every man's heart, there's a strong little boy within. I'd suspected that Ran loved kids. He loved his sister – it was apparent. No matter how much she'd embarrassed him at times, he still loved her. Ran was a real, true, existing Prince Charming. Too bad for Cinderella though.
The fight ended with out opposing team 'surrendering' to us. They'd waved a blue hanky on a twig. After that, everyone gathered to shake hands. They gazed at Ran with solemn awe. Then they turned to me.
"Why's your hair pink?" a little girl asked. She had two missing teeth. I tilted my head at her.
"Someone dyed it pink by force. I'd never wanted it pink."
"Oh," she said, nodding. "Well, I like my hair streaked purple. Purple's a purdy color. But momma said that only bad girls do that. Didn't your momma say that you're a bad boy too?"
"My momma was in the league," I said dryly, but I'd grinned. She grinned back with her row of nearly perfect teeth.
"Hey," another large boy pointed out. "Say, I've seen your face around before. You play football round that field over there?"
"Uh, well, sometimes," I'd shrugged. Ran looked over at us. I lifted my hands to gesture at him. "I play with the kids round my block. It was for fun. We don't apply any rules. We just tackle, and tackle, and tackle."
"And then they'd bowl him over and tickle him," the boy had a lopsided grin. "Yeah, I've seen you. My brother's Fred. He adores you. Back then your hair wasn't pink. Looked better then."
"I totally agree," I rolled my eyes. Ran choked. We stared at him. Great, so now my date was laughing at me. And it was contagious. We were roaring with laughter after a while. Then it subsided, and we'd saluted. They left, and I was left with Ran. It was nearly five.
"So," Ran lifted a brow. His usual gentlemanly self was back. "What will we do now? I do believe that we have exercised our excess sugar off."
"You wanna do dinner with me? My place?"
"I'd love to," he replied. He patted my head. Some random pieces of snow fell off. I'd blushed – it was so stupid. Felt like a kid. And yet, it was strangely warming and comforting. I don't know how to describe it, but I think it was the feeling of safety and belonging I'd always wanted to feel. And Ran had it all for me.
The sky was already darkening, though the hours were still rather early. It was winter. But in my heart, it was summer.
~*~ End Part Three ~*~
Note: Stupid ending, stupid story, stupid writing. Stupid, stupid me! Go eat your stupid head! *Kicks self*
From: Fuyukaze-Yuki Waiiii Ran's so sweet & kind!!rni love this Ran too!! so more of Ran x Ken!!
o_0 Ran's too good here??? XD But thanks one million for the comment!
Animelily Just thought I'd let you in on a bit of trivia. The same voice actor for Ken does Shuuichi's voice as well. I'm not sure if you knew that or not and wanted a little irony but there you go. Seki-san also does a whole lot of other wonderful pretty oys like Souma Kyou from Fruits Basket and Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi.
Well, for starters, I don't know anything about 'Fruits Basket' or 'Fushigi Yugi', though, yes, I have heard some people mentioning it. No, I won't be 'converted' anymore, and well, it seems that Chris isn't interested enough to even try. But thanks for alerting me on the voice actors? Seriously, I've never thought about voice actors till now. I'm more manga driven than anything, so I suppose I know nearly almost not much on the anime series. Still, thanks one million for the comment!
CherubKatan I would like to say purple is a much better color than pink. Although pink hair would be interesting to seee! lol, although don't ever have brown hair then try to die your hair blue... it tends to turn out blackish green... ^_^ good chapter again blacks a good color to dye hair too just make sure it'll look good on you!
No, pink hair is awful. You'd look like a girl were you to have pink hair. Purple isn't my color either. ;_; But, hey, really? You tried dyeing it blue intentionally? Thanks for the tip. We thought of blue. XD They say that black is the best color to be dyed onto your hair, though, argh, it won't fit us either. Always becomes brown, or something... Thanks one million, by the way!
From: Rika-chan Awww...poor Ken-ken. ;_; *pats head* Don't worry; revenge is sweet, ne? ...Now I see how that Nagi can be truly evil. o_o Boy, when he really wants something, he goes all out -- and he doesn't stop! O_O ...And that's not fair! _
Hoo haa ha! Revenge SURE is sweet! Nagi! EVIL! *Is pat-patted* Thanks a lot for all your support, na no da! It wasn't fair, but I'm a good guy. ;_;
From: kami-chan LALLYHOOOO~! You evil? Ha, if you're evil, then I'm...Nagi. O_O I actually went around once with a can of blue hair spray ^^;; HEY! Will you dress as Shuu-chan or Ken for us? *big chibi eyes* Pweease? ^_____^ I liked this chapter a lot. ^^ Poor Ken though O_o Poor Ken's mom O_O Yohji was such a gentleman, even knowing about Ran. Though I'd like to see Ran's reaction to Ken being Shuuichi-ized. *wink* *big glomps and Strawberry Pocky for you and Kumakumachan*
jaaaa!rnkami-chan
Lalyho! XD Yes, we're evil, evil together then. Who's hair did you spray??? XD Nope, sorry, I don't wanna! Don't wanna! Ken's okay, but Shuichi's out of the question. I'm scared. He's scarily pink. But thanks for feeling sorry for us. It makes us feel better, it does. Ma's evil too. ;_; Ah, yeah, Yohji was a gentleman. He's such a man... *Chomps on pocky with rabbit* (Manager: THAT'S IT! Shoo fangirls! Don't feed the boy!) By the way, thanks one million for commenting! XD
Ayako ^____^ *does Hokuto style laugh* OHOHOHOHOHOHO!
EVIL! No feel sorry for Windy... ;_; But thanks? You commented. ;_;
Mei Lovely chapter. @.@ Am wondering what Nagi is doing with Mrs. Hidaka! The Ran part in chapter 1 was so sweet... *Starry eyes* Liked the last line with reference to the title of the song too na no da. Ni~ice. And... pink hair is good. Haha, my favorite flavor is strawberry too. Pocky-ness, baby ^-^! Once again, great chapter!
Thanks one million again for reviewing! So nice of all of yoo. ;_; Nagi was evil. He made ma fall in love with K. Aa, so, was Ran actually OOC? I thought this Ran rather was. Oh, well. Pink hair, as I digress, is scary. It's awful... except maybe on girls, or maybe on those cosplayers last year(s). Hey, yet another strawberry lover! Hoo haa ha! We're evil, na no da!
fei LOL "blonde and influential"? You're referring to Tohma ne? And not only do Shindou pple hate Ayaka, I HATE HER TOO! *coughs and calms down* Oh man, now I can't get the pic of Ken in pink hair with that short shorts on. Hmm...*drifts off into daydream* So Ken picked Ran huh? Yohji's out of the pic? Ken loves Ran? Er gomen. Anyways, waiting for more ne? Love the humour in this as usual. Ja! ^^
Hi, and thanks one million for commenting! Hoo haa ha! Seriously, this is definitely getting into my stupid head. Anyways, yeah. We were referring to Tohma, the all evil blond king of the East. They're equally evil. In fact, he's eviler than I'd ever be. Well, try to picture Ken back to normal, please... ;_; Pink... shorts... Augh! Yeah, Ken loves Ran, and likes Yohji. Love and like is different. But Ichigo Burondo is definitely sadly out of our picture... But thanks all the same for this comment, though you think it was a mistake? Because as far as I'm concerned, this is fine!
LittleIsa WAI!!!!! *cuddles you* Pink hair? Like really really PINK hair? I had Purple once, of course that was an accident. *grins* Well I hope you got it looking normal again, though I think it would be cool to see you with pink hair!! =^____^= Anyway, I loved this chapter! I think Im really begining to like this Nagi too *giggles* Can't wait to hear more!! And what website didn't work? O_o all of them should... *grumbles* Oh, and yeah hes 10 years older, and you shouldn't be thinking about who dies first! You live and love, be happy with the time given, not worried about when its gonna be taken away! =^___^= *purrs and hands ver
strawberry pocky* Talk to you soon!
Err??? XD *Is cuddled* Yes, pink. As in, a dark shade of pink, but still pink. I don't know what he used, but it was strong. Purple? o_0 Accident? You have my sympathy. Let's share the pain by hugging... ;_; No, unfortunately, it won't be normal until Sunday. He was upset about the hair, though, dad I mean. But Ma's adamant about pink. She likes it, the evil woman. ;_; Aa, thanks one million for saying you like it, and for commenting? It touches us, it does, na no da! And thanks for the advice on the dying thingy, I'd always been stupid enough to think like this... Well, maybe it was my browser problem, regarding the link. We'll try again, won't we, na no da? *Chomps pocky* (Manager: Don't feed... don't feed...)
Rika-chan Ack! My review got eated up! ._
And again? XD Don't worry! Daaaaijoubu! You haaaaave maaaaaaail! XD