Disclaimers: Nothing obtained, nothing to lose.
Warnings: Shonen Ai 2+1/1+2 (duh), R+?, romance, mild language, OOC, Heero's POV, lil Relena bashing.
Notes: Uh...not much to say here, Heero with Relena and not pleasant, ya know? Enjoy!
Heheh...sorry that this is so late. I had my finals this month and I've been touched by the flu X_x which is so uncool. Not to mention that I'm in San Francisco, California, 1900 miles away from home -_-;. Anyway, merry late X-mas and thank yous at the bottom!
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Let Me Go
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He smiles and pats the seat next to me, "Care to join me?"
His smile...I miss his warm smile...
I take a moment to observe the boy before me.
He's wearing dress clothes much like mine only black instead of blue. His left ankle rest upon his right knee, and arms drapped over the back seat of the bench; one of his many 'ultimate comfort positions of the physical state'. They're so inviting, and all I want to do is run into his strong arms. To feel him close...
God...he's still so beautiful. Even more beautiful than the last time I saw him. He's grown taller, I can tell from his long legs. He's probably taller than me now. His hair is plaided in a loose, yet neat braid, such a familiar braid. I remember combing my fingers through soft chestnut locks. Mmm...it smells like strawberries.
I sat down next to him without a word. We sat in silence for a long while. I couldn't take it, a quiet Duo wasn't right.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again tentitively, I know my voice is wavering, but I can't help it, I admit that I'm nervous. Very nervous.
"Not happy to see me?"
"Hn."
"Good to know you haven't changed." he said and sighed, "I didn't have anything to do, I decided to see what the hell was so impressive about Miss Relena's speeches," he turned to me, "If you asked me, I'd say it was bull shit elaborated with big talk and expectations. I figured that after the first few sentences 'We can stop this madness by disarming our countries, the world could be a better place'. I think she's still trying to brain-wash the earth..."
I gave him a look because that's exactly what I thought as well. He took the look wrong, he must be rusty from not decoding my facial expressions and grunts for a year and six months.
"Gomen Heero, didn't mean to oppose on your girlfriend..." he said.
I throw him a 'you-know-that's-not-true' glare, "She's not my girlfriend..." I said folding my arms, "You didn't come here just to hear Relena's fantasy speeches. What's the real reason?" I ask him.
He grins, "You're right, I didn't come here all this way for that." he pauses, "So you're *NOT* Relena's boyfriend, huh?"
I shook my head, "Never."
"Well, that's not what I've heard..." he said almost teasing me.
I know this game. I know it all too well, and I always lose at it.
I probably always will too.
I turned to him, he has gotten taller. I'm looking up instead of straight. "What have you heard?"
He shrugs, "It's nothing. Really."
"What have you heard, Duo?" I ask sternly.
Duo...the name just rolls off my tongue. I remember sometimes when I'm alone, I say his name until I'm disturbed by someone. Alright, I admit, I'm still obssessed with him.
He stays quiet.
"Fine, don't tell me...but she's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend. You of all people should know." I said, "Now stop changing the subject and tell me why you're really here."
"What? You didn't miss me?" Duo questions me, and I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or serious. I look away, unable to answer his question. I know I've missed him. I've missed him horribly. I'm so close yet so far...
"I see how it is..." he says...sadly? I don't know, I couldn't tell, I answered too fast afterwards.
"No no no! It's not that...!" I reply almost in desperation, I quickly cover my mouth from exploding with pleas. I can see the satifaction written all over his face. He's playing a game. The game that makes me feel weak and vulnerable inside.
He smirks at my out of character reaction. I feel a slight blush burn my cheeks. He chuckles. He hasn't changed either.
"Oh, it's not?"
I shook my head again, I'm afraid that if I answer with my mouth, something would come out of it that wan't meant to be heard. I can't believe this, the once controlled Heero Yuy is being betrayed by his mouth. I mentally scowl. Honestly, he acts as if we haven't been apart for a few minutes.
"Okay then. How've ya been, Heero?" he asks.
I wanted to tell him that I'm miserable. I wanted to tell him that I messed up. I wanted to tell him that I'm unhappy. I wanted to tell him that I should have listened to him. I wanted to tell him that I missed him. I wanted to tell him that I hate it here. I wanted to tell him that I'm *BORED*. I wanted to tell him all of those and many more considerably negative things. I wanted to tell him anything than what I told him.
"Fine." I lied.
It must have been the greatest lie I have ever told. I lied! I lied! To *him*! I lied! It was a white lie, but nonetheless, is was a lie!
I'm wantful, it must be my night of want. Wantful...is that even a word?
"Stop changing the subject. Why have you come?" I say to keep my mind off of what I wanted.
He lets out a long sigh, "Let's take a walk..."
I nodded. He stood up and we set off on a peaceful stroll through the deserted garden.
Just me and him, together, alone, like before...
But this time he doesn't grab my hand. I find myself longing for that small gesture, to feel...wanted? No, that's not the word. I've already used that word too many times. I don't know what the word for this feeling is...
Occasionally our fingers brush lightly against each other as we walk down the quiet grove of flowers. I'm grateful that the garden is rather large, more time for us. I don't know how much longer I can take this teasing, assuming that it is teasing. Our hands touch more frequently and I'm positive it's not just by accident. I know it must be all apart of his little game.
It's working.
As we pass the rosebushes, he catches my hand in his and looks down for permission. Ignoring the chills that were just sent up my spine, I respond by entwining my fingers with his long slender ones. It's fine with me, it always has been and always will be. He squeezes my hand, I unconsciously lean closer to him and feel heat the radiate from his body. It's so warm.
Why did I leave him in the first place? I don't remember being angry with him. I don't remember not enjoying every moment with him. In fact, it was the complete opposite, I remember wanting to be with him all the time. I remember how I anxiously waited for him to come home and the dinner I had prepared. I remember his gentle yet firm touches that gave me great pleasure. He was my first lover. He provided me with everything and anything I desired and much more...We had many good times together. If I was sad, he'd cheer me up in an instant. If I was angry, he cooled me down. And when I left, I was depressed, but Duo couldn't do anything about it, I was...
Then it hit me. Why I left him. The reason was stupid and I feel pathetic.
I was scared...
That's what I felt. I was scared, and even after one year and six months later, I still don't know why I'm scared.
Being with him was the happiest time in my life.
Now I'm bored with life itself.
I have to know if he's angry with me. I want to go back with him, but I don't know if he'll take me. Maybe he's come to tell me about a new lover or girlfriend...or boyfriend, which ever he perfers. Suppose he wants to tell me that? I can only hope that he doesn't, I don't know what I would do. I don't want to live a life or boredom anymore. I want to go where he goes...I've said that already haven't I?
It's my night of want.......
"Heero?" he asks surprise filling his voice. Matteo...surprise?
I realize that my eyes are shut, I open them and look up at him, his eyes are wide. I can see why, I'm all over his arm...hanging to be exact...just like I used to. Shit. I can't believe I'm falling all over again. Falling for him, then again, this is Duo, and I never really fell out of whatever I've fallen in.
I feel like an idiot clinging to my crush.
Oh wait. I *AM* an idiot clingling to my crush.
I reluctantly release his arm completely, "Gomen..."
He's been so quiet, something must be wrong, he's never quiet...at least not *this* quiet. He speaks up, "Are you happy?"
/Are you happy?/
/Are you happy?/
/Are you happy?/
The question rings through my head, he's hit the thousand dollar question.
Am I happy?
I know the answer, and this time I will not lie.
"No..." I say silently, I'm not happy. I haven't been happy, not ever since I was with him.
"Why not?" he asks looking straight into my prussian orbs.
"..." I pry my eyes from his questioning ones.
We stop walking in the middle of the more rosebushes, this time their black and there is a small pond near us. Convientently, another bench by the body of water. He pulls me over to it and sits. The moonlight dances off the surface of the water and reflects off our faces allowing us to see each other clearly.
"You really haven't changed." he tells me again adding a chuckle notifying me that he meant it with good humor.
I'm comfortable with Duo, and I want to talk with him. I've wanted to talk to him for a while, here's my chance. I'm not going to let it slide away. I might not get to ever speak to him again in a long time or maybe never...
I decide to tell him what's on my mind.
"I hate it here." I'm surprised at my reply. It's rather blunt and off the topic.
He blinks, "Well that was random. Wanna tell me about it?"
"Why?"
That was the stupidest thing to say. Out of my entire collection of extensive vocabulary, I choose to say 'why'.
He quirks an eyebrow, "You know Heero, I still care about you. Is it wrong to want to know why you hate it here?" he asks.
Cares about me...?
"Of course I care about you!"
I said that out loud?
"Yes."
And that too?
"Are you alright?" Duo asks concerned.
"No."
Dammit, I can't keep quiet now. I metally shrug, might as well go all the way.
"What's wrong?"
"I told you, I hate it here," I glare at the sidewalk, "and I'm so *BORED*! I was so bored that I stole Relena's punch glasses and watched them shatter as I dropped them from the balcony!" I almost whine, or maybe I did. Oh well.
He smirks, "Yeah, I saw that..."
"You did?"
"It was loud enough, I think you destroyed thirteen glasses." he says. He's so...Duo-ish. Like I said before, he acts as if we haven't been apart for a few minutes. Wait, then that would mean that he's okay with everything? And like I said before, I have to know.
"You're not...angry with me?" I ask meekly.
"Now why would you think that, Heero?"
"I mean...you're not *ANGRY* with me?"
He frowns, "You're not making much sense."
He places his palm against my cool forehead I suppose to check my temperture. I couldn't help it, I pur, "Duo......"
My eyes are closed and I assume he's found amusement or *something* at my reaction because he begins to gently caress my cheek with the hand that was on my forehead, I lean into his touch. His touch...I miss his touch greatly...
But I've missed him more.
Much more.
"Duo......" I whisper. I'm losing at his game more quickly than usual. I know because I feel weak already, but I'm safe.
"You haven't changed one bit." I hear him tell me for the third time tonight.
My breathing is unsteady like the many times it has been when I was with him, always feeling comfortably nervous, if that's possible to feel. He still confuses me...why does he confuse me so?
"I've...missed you...Duo......." I say through my shaky breaths, "I've missed you so much......!" my voice cracks at the end of the sentence and I keep my eyes shut tightly.
I crack. I crumble. I break...
And I leave all of my broken pieces on the ground for Duo to either pick up...or step on.
My only hope is that he picks them up.
And I hope he'll mend them for me too.
I've lost sorely at his game, but...that was to be expected. I know I've lost his game. I didn't know I would...glomp him.
But I did.
Shimatta, I'm desperate now, I can't control myself...not with him.
"Take me back! Take me back Duo!" I cry aloud as I press my face into his chest, "Onegai gojaimas! Take me back!" I say and keep repeating.
I expect him to push me away, tell me I'm an idiot, or even hit me. Hit me? He's never hit me, though, I've hit him in the past, but he's never hit me...I wonder what it would feel like if hit me just because he's never done it. I think I would be happy if he hit me just so I could feel his touch, I'm desperate, and I don't care if it hurts.
He doesn't do any of what I mention. Instead he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, "Calm down Heero..." he murmurs into my ear, I'm amazed that I hear him through my chants. He rocks me back and forth on the bench and strokes my hair. He's touching me...he's comforting me...he's nurturing me again. His voice is like a lullaby, my mind is slowing down.
"Duo take me back...take me back...onegai gojaimas...onegai...back...Duo..."
My eyelids feel heavy even though they're closed and drift off into heavy unconsciousness.
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TBC?
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I was a bit disappointed with this part. Will there be a part three? I can gurantee that it will be MUCH better than this one, but with all the traveling and stuff, it was the best I could do! I hope it's enough for you so far...at least enough to get you interested ^_^.
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Arigato minna-san!
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Ja ne!
Merry late X-mas!
Arigato!
Warnings: Shonen Ai 2+1/1+2 (duh), R+?, romance, mild language, OOC, Heero's POV, lil Relena bashing.
Notes: Uh...not much to say here, Heero with Relena and not pleasant, ya know? Enjoy!
Heheh...sorry that this is so late. I had my finals this month and I've been touched by the flu X_x which is so uncool. Not to mention that I'm in San Francisco, California, 1900 miles away from home -_-;. Anyway, merry late X-mas and thank yous at the bottom!
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Let Me Go
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He smiles and pats the seat next to me, "Care to join me?"
His smile...I miss his warm smile...
I take a moment to observe the boy before me.
He's wearing dress clothes much like mine only black instead of blue. His left ankle rest upon his right knee, and arms drapped over the back seat of the bench; one of his many 'ultimate comfort positions of the physical state'. They're so inviting, and all I want to do is run into his strong arms. To feel him close...
God...he's still so beautiful. Even more beautiful than the last time I saw him. He's grown taller, I can tell from his long legs. He's probably taller than me now. His hair is plaided in a loose, yet neat braid, such a familiar braid. I remember combing my fingers through soft chestnut locks. Mmm...it smells like strawberries.
I sat down next to him without a word. We sat in silence for a long while. I couldn't take it, a quiet Duo wasn't right.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again tentitively, I know my voice is wavering, but I can't help it, I admit that I'm nervous. Very nervous.
"Not happy to see me?"
"Hn."
"Good to know you haven't changed." he said and sighed, "I didn't have anything to do, I decided to see what the hell was so impressive about Miss Relena's speeches," he turned to me, "If you asked me, I'd say it was bull shit elaborated with big talk and expectations. I figured that after the first few sentences 'We can stop this madness by disarming our countries, the world could be a better place'. I think she's still trying to brain-wash the earth..."
I gave him a look because that's exactly what I thought as well. He took the look wrong, he must be rusty from not decoding my facial expressions and grunts for a year and six months.
"Gomen Heero, didn't mean to oppose on your girlfriend..." he said.
I throw him a 'you-know-that's-not-true' glare, "She's not my girlfriend..." I said folding my arms, "You didn't come here just to hear Relena's fantasy speeches. What's the real reason?" I ask him.
He grins, "You're right, I didn't come here all this way for that." he pauses, "So you're *NOT* Relena's boyfriend, huh?"
I shook my head, "Never."
"Well, that's not what I've heard..." he said almost teasing me.
I know this game. I know it all too well, and I always lose at it.
I probably always will too.
I turned to him, he has gotten taller. I'm looking up instead of straight. "What have you heard?"
He shrugs, "It's nothing. Really."
"What have you heard, Duo?" I ask sternly.
Duo...the name just rolls off my tongue. I remember sometimes when I'm alone, I say his name until I'm disturbed by someone. Alright, I admit, I'm still obssessed with him.
He stays quiet.
"Fine, don't tell me...but she's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend. You of all people should know." I said, "Now stop changing the subject and tell me why you're really here."
"What? You didn't miss me?" Duo questions me, and I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or serious. I look away, unable to answer his question. I know I've missed him. I've missed him horribly. I'm so close yet so far...
"I see how it is..." he says...sadly? I don't know, I couldn't tell, I answered too fast afterwards.
"No no no! It's not that...!" I reply almost in desperation, I quickly cover my mouth from exploding with pleas. I can see the satifaction written all over his face. He's playing a game. The game that makes me feel weak and vulnerable inside.
He smirks at my out of character reaction. I feel a slight blush burn my cheeks. He chuckles. He hasn't changed either.
"Oh, it's not?"
I shook my head again, I'm afraid that if I answer with my mouth, something would come out of it that wan't meant to be heard. I can't believe this, the once controlled Heero Yuy is being betrayed by his mouth. I mentally scowl. Honestly, he acts as if we haven't been apart for a few minutes.
"Okay then. How've ya been, Heero?" he asks.
I wanted to tell him that I'm miserable. I wanted to tell him that I messed up. I wanted to tell him that I'm unhappy. I wanted to tell him that I should have listened to him. I wanted to tell him that I missed him. I wanted to tell him that I hate it here. I wanted to tell him that I'm *BORED*. I wanted to tell him all of those and many more considerably negative things. I wanted to tell him anything than what I told him.
"Fine." I lied.
It must have been the greatest lie I have ever told. I lied! I lied! To *him*! I lied! It was a white lie, but nonetheless, is was a lie!
I'm wantful, it must be my night of want. Wantful...is that even a word?
"Stop changing the subject. Why have you come?" I say to keep my mind off of what I wanted.
He lets out a long sigh, "Let's take a walk..."
I nodded. He stood up and we set off on a peaceful stroll through the deserted garden.
Just me and him, together, alone, like before...
But this time he doesn't grab my hand. I find myself longing for that small gesture, to feel...wanted? No, that's not the word. I've already used that word too many times. I don't know what the word for this feeling is...
Occasionally our fingers brush lightly against each other as we walk down the quiet grove of flowers. I'm grateful that the garden is rather large, more time for us. I don't know how much longer I can take this teasing, assuming that it is teasing. Our hands touch more frequently and I'm positive it's not just by accident. I know it must be all apart of his little game.
It's working.
As we pass the rosebushes, he catches my hand in his and looks down for permission. Ignoring the chills that were just sent up my spine, I respond by entwining my fingers with his long slender ones. It's fine with me, it always has been and always will be. He squeezes my hand, I unconsciously lean closer to him and feel heat the radiate from his body. It's so warm.
Why did I leave him in the first place? I don't remember being angry with him. I don't remember not enjoying every moment with him. In fact, it was the complete opposite, I remember wanting to be with him all the time. I remember how I anxiously waited for him to come home and the dinner I had prepared. I remember his gentle yet firm touches that gave me great pleasure. He was my first lover. He provided me with everything and anything I desired and much more...We had many good times together. If I was sad, he'd cheer me up in an instant. If I was angry, he cooled me down. And when I left, I was depressed, but Duo couldn't do anything about it, I was...
Then it hit me. Why I left him. The reason was stupid and I feel pathetic.
I was scared...
That's what I felt. I was scared, and even after one year and six months later, I still don't know why I'm scared.
Being with him was the happiest time in my life.
Now I'm bored with life itself.
I have to know if he's angry with me. I want to go back with him, but I don't know if he'll take me. Maybe he's come to tell me about a new lover or girlfriend...or boyfriend, which ever he perfers. Suppose he wants to tell me that? I can only hope that he doesn't, I don't know what I would do. I don't want to live a life or boredom anymore. I want to go where he goes...I've said that already haven't I?
It's my night of want.......
"Heero?" he asks surprise filling his voice. Matteo...surprise?
I realize that my eyes are shut, I open them and look up at him, his eyes are wide. I can see why, I'm all over his arm...hanging to be exact...just like I used to. Shit. I can't believe I'm falling all over again. Falling for him, then again, this is Duo, and I never really fell out of whatever I've fallen in.
I feel like an idiot clinging to my crush.
Oh wait. I *AM* an idiot clingling to my crush.
I reluctantly release his arm completely, "Gomen..."
He's been so quiet, something must be wrong, he's never quiet...at least not *this* quiet. He speaks up, "Are you happy?"
/Are you happy?/
/Are you happy?/
/Are you happy?/
The question rings through my head, he's hit the thousand dollar question.
Am I happy?
I know the answer, and this time I will not lie.
"No..." I say silently, I'm not happy. I haven't been happy, not ever since I was with him.
"Why not?" he asks looking straight into my prussian orbs.
"..." I pry my eyes from his questioning ones.
We stop walking in the middle of the more rosebushes, this time their black and there is a small pond near us. Convientently, another bench by the body of water. He pulls me over to it and sits. The moonlight dances off the surface of the water and reflects off our faces allowing us to see each other clearly.
"You really haven't changed." he tells me again adding a chuckle notifying me that he meant it with good humor.
I'm comfortable with Duo, and I want to talk with him. I've wanted to talk to him for a while, here's my chance. I'm not going to let it slide away. I might not get to ever speak to him again in a long time or maybe never...
I decide to tell him what's on my mind.
"I hate it here." I'm surprised at my reply. It's rather blunt and off the topic.
He blinks, "Well that was random. Wanna tell me about it?"
"Why?"
That was the stupidest thing to say. Out of my entire collection of extensive vocabulary, I choose to say 'why'.
He quirks an eyebrow, "You know Heero, I still care about you. Is it wrong to want to know why you hate it here?" he asks.
Cares about me...?
"Of course I care about you!"
I said that out loud?
"Yes."
And that too?
"Are you alright?" Duo asks concerned.
"No."
Dammit, I can't keep quiet now. I metally shrug, might as well go all the way.
"What's wrong?"
"I told you, I hate it here," I glare at the sidewalk, "and I'm so *BORED*! I was so bored that I stole Relena's punch glasses and watched them shatter as I dropped them from the balcony!" I almost whine, or maybe I did. Oh well.
He smirks, "Yeah, I saw that..."
"You did?"
"It was loud enough, I think you destroyed thirteen glasses." he says. He's so...Duo-ish. Like I said before, he acts as if we haven't been apart for a few minutes. Wait, then that would mean that he's okay with everything? And like I said before, I have to know.
"You're not...angry with me?" I ask meekly.
"Now why would you think that, Heero?"
"I mean...you're not *ANGRY* with me?"
He frowns, "You're not making much sense."
He places his palm against my cool forehead I suppose to check my temperture. I couldn't help it, I pur, "Duo......"
My eyes are closed and I assume he's found amusement or *something* at my reaction because he begins to gently caress my cheek with the hand that was on my forehead, I lean into his touch. His touch...I miss his touch greatly...
But I've missed him more.
Much more.
"Duo......" I whisper. I'm losing at his game more quickly than usual. I know because I feel weak already, but I'm safe.
"You haven't changed one bit." I hear him tell me for the third time tonight.
My breathing is unsteady like the many times it has been when I was with him, always feeling comfortably nervous, if that's possible to feel. He still confuses me...why does he confuse me so?
"I've...missed you...Duo......." I say through my shaky breaths, "I've missed you so much......!" my voice cracks at the end of the sentence and I keep my eyes shut tightly.
I crack. I crumble. I break...
And I leave all of my broken pieces on the ground for Duo to either pick up...or step on.
My only hope is that he picks them up.
And I hope he'll mend them for me too.
I've lost sorely at his game, but...that was to be expected. I know I've lost his game. I didn't know I would...glomp him.
But I did.
Shimatta, I'm desperate now, I can't control myself...not with him.
"Take me back! Take me back Duo!" I cry aloud as I press my face into his chest, "Onegai gojaimas! Take me back!" I say and keep repeating.
I expect him to push me away, tell me I'm an idiot, or even hit me. Hit me? He's never hit me, though, I've hit him in the past, but he's never hit me...I wonder what it would feel like if hit me just because he's never done it. I think I would be happy if he hit me just so I could feel his touch, I'm desperate, and I don't care if it hurts.
He doesn't do any of what I mention. Instead he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, "Calm down Heero..." he murmurs into my ear, I'm amazed that I hear him through my chants. He rocks me back and forth on the bench and strokes my hair. He's touching me...he's comforting me...he's nurturing me again. His voice is like a lullaby, my mind is slowing down.
"Duo take me back...take me back...onegai gojaimas...onegai...back...Duo..."
My eyelids feel heavy even though they're closed and drift off into heavy unconsciousness.
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TBC?
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I was a bit disappointed with this part. Will there be a part three? I can gurantee that it will be MUCH better than this one, but with all the traveling and stuff, it was the best I could do! I hope it's enough for you so far...at least enough to get you interested ^_^.
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Arigato minna-san!
anamie: shh! Can't tell why Hee-chan left, you'll just have to find out, ne?; Sugar Goose: wah! You really think that I'm a good writer? Arigato! Not just for that, but for reviewing alot of my work. Much appreciated ^_^.; diane: heehee, like said before, I always enjoy reading your reviews. So...maybe I can surprise you. ne? Or...maybe not -_-;. Anyway, arigato!; Dark Peppermint: You must stay up for the next chp! *helps Dark up* There we go!; Yume Maxwell-Yuy: Hey Yume! Sorry about the late e-mail. I'll be home by the second of Jan...hopefully, just so you know when I can talk again ^_^.; moonbunny317: heehee, hopefully things turn out happy for everyone, ne?; Pallas: I get your name completely now! Or as close as completely as you can get. We learned about it in school. And just so you know, it's cooler than before ^_^. Yes...I think a bratty Hee-chan is cuter too.; Sakura Yuy: Oh I know! Never enough 2x1, unlike 1x2, us fans have to constantly hunt for a decent 2x1 fic, ne? And may I presume that when I get back home there will be some of your work that I can read???; Elle-FaTe2x1: Well...I don't know about the horrible death part. We want to keep this at a low rating...or do we? hmm...; Virginie: Oh, don't worry if your English isn't that great. That's not a problem. Frankly, I didn't notice. Seems fine to me. But you're French? That's just too cool! So...are you like...in france? Immigrated? Tell me! ^_^ heehee, I'm just a tad nosy.
Ja ne!
Merry late X-mas!
Arigato!
