Title: Kaede Jr.
Author: Aki Midori
Mail me at: autumn_wind04@yahoo.com
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC (i think)(intended), OC... the works
Pairing: SenRu (what else?)
Rating: G - PG
Genre: Romance/Humor (I hope)
Summary: Rukawa Kaede... the Ice Prince... Super Rookie and Ace of Shohoku... Fearless on court. Unreachable. Untouchable. He is on top of the world (okay, Kanagawa, maybe)... but he fears ONE person... only one...
The dreaded author's blah:
Not too much blahs today. (Hooray for you!) Just wanna say thank you to all those people who reviewed my fic and urged me to continue. Arigatou! I'm glad you liked it!
That's it!
Enjoy! ^_^
DiScLaiMErs:
Sendoh: I belong to Aki-chan.
Rukawa: I belong to Aki-chan.
Sakuragi: I think Aki-chan is the greatest tensai on earth. Not me.
Mitsui: All bow to the great Aki-sama...
Megane-kun: I wonder if she could help me with this Keats poem... She is soooo great at Literature.
Miyagi: I worship Aki-sama. *looks at a fuming Ayako* Next to Aya-chan, of course. ^_^;
Aki-chan: Okay, people... you heard them. They belong to me. Me. No one else. I am their master. They worship me. They bow to me. They are at my complete mercy.
*background voice* Oi, Aki! Wake up! You're late for your first class!
Aki-chan: *blink* *blink* Ah, hell. Nice dream. Thanks, Mr. Sandman.
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Kaede Jr.
Chapter Two: Demons of the World, Unite!
Now where the hell am I?
I'm sure the station is just around the corner... It must be here somewhere. Do'aho Akira! You should have at least brought a map! Oh well, it's not like I would know how to use it, anyway. I'm not really blessed with the sense of direction. And besides, it would ruin my image if I actually walked around Kanagawa with a dorky-looking map.
The sun's setting already. Although it was a pretty sight, I can't just sit down and admire it because I've got to get to the station in a few minutes. Otherwise, I won't be able to catch the train back home. Ch... Why did my mom have to make me go all the way here just to give a damn parcel to one of her friends? Okay, so maybe she and otousan is in Tokyo and the parcel is *really* important (note that she stressed the word /really/), so her friend has to have it, but she knew I'm such a moron when it comes to travelling. I could even get lost in our own house!
Okay, turn right here, left here, walk straight... oooh, pretty girl... right again, left, right... straight ahead, right, and voila! It's the-
Park.
It's the goddamn park.
I have no idea why I'm such a subidiot when it comes to directions. I'm supposed to be the coolest guy in Ryonan! I'm a basketball god. Girls worshipped me. Guys idolized me. Teachers respect me. Newspaper reporters trip on their own two feet just to exchange a few words with me. I am the epitome of perfection!
Sheesh. Life's unfair. Better sit down here for a while. It's a good day, anyway, and the sunset's too perfect to ignore. I always enjoyed times like these. Just sit down in the middle of a quiet nowhere and just enjoy the peaceful surroundings. To top it all, there were cute little children playing along, squealing, shouting, yelling, crying, but it's okay. They add to the perfection of the scene.
Ah, what a perfect view.
They help me take my mind off the grueling practice I've had all day. Summer's going to end soon, and I'm soon going to be in my third and final year. I've got to leave behind a strong and healthy team. *Creak* Ow. My neck hurts. Damn Koshino... won't even let me relax...
No, don't think of the practice, you dolt. Think of something else... like... Rukawa. Right. Rukawa Kaede. My greatest rival. Now, what about him?
What about him? Aw, come on, Akira. Don't fool yourself. You had the gall to ask what to think about Rukawa Kaede when you damn well know that *he's* been the only thing-er- only one which occupies your mind, 24/7! Get real, Sendoh Akira.
Yes. It's about time I stop lying to myself. It's about time that I started to accept the fact that *I* *like* *him*. Why else do I try to act cooler than usual when he's around? Why else do I go at great lengths just to impress that walking ice block? Why else do I get shivers down my spine when he actually stares/glares at me with those soul-piercing blue eyes of his? Why else do I act like a moron when I get the chance to talk to him during our one-on-ones? Why else do I burn with passion when I play basketball alone with him?
Because I like him.
Sometimes I don't get myself. There were so many beautiful girls around, and even other guys who weren't so cold, but I actually had to be attracted to someone like Rukawa Kaede. At one point, I even tried to tell myself that a marble statue is more interesting to look at than him, but I knew that I was fooling myself, because I knew that Rukawa Kaede sparked my interest like no other would.
But everytime I think of him, I get this tight feeling in my chest, which I'm not in the mood to deal with now, so I've got to stop thinking about him... for the time being that is.
Look at the children, Akira. Don't think of the practice. Don't think of Rukawa. Look at the children. Look at the children...
*Bonk*
Ouch! Was that a *basketball* which hit me? I looked down to see a familiar orange ball rolling away from me. No wonder. It bounced pretty hard.
A kid with familiar features ran towards the ball and picked it up. His eyes met mine, and I was struck by the familiarity of those fox-like blue eyes. I'm no idiot... this kid looked like a younger version of that gorgeous-looking-super-rookie-slash-ace-stud of Shohoku High. He was just standing there, looking at me, studying me with piercing blue eyes. He has that defiant look in his eyes, as if he was challenging me to a game of one-on-one. Definitely reminds me of *someone*. I smiled and walked up to him.
"Hello!"
"You look funny."
Ah. And straightforward, too.
"You play basketball?"
"Basketball is for sissies."
Nani?! Okay, Akira... he's a kid, he's a kid, he's a kid. He doesn't know any better. He probably has some punk for an older brother who spends his life berating basketball and cursing athletes. Or maybe his older brother is such a geek, that he poisons his otouto's mind and actually said nasty things about basketball, because this kid is fit and healthy for the sport, and he's not. Right. His older brother is a moron. That is, if this kid has one...
So I'll let that pass for now.
"You don't like basketball?"
"I just said it's for sissies."
Calm down, stud! He's just a kid, he's just a kid, he's just a kid... Breathe in... breathe out... Yes... He's just a kid, he's just a kid, he's just a kid.
"Then why do you have a ball?" Perfect rebuttal, Sendoh Akira!
"I stole it from my brother. He plays it."
So much for the punk/geek/moron theories.
"Why would you do such I thing?" I ask. This kid must be a pain in the ass. That much I could say, even within such a short period of acquaintance. He reminds me of someone I know...
"I just feel like it."
Yep... definitely reminds me of someone.
"I'm Sendoh Akira, by the way," I said and offered him a hand. He stared at it and shook it warily, as if he was unsure of what he's doing. I smiled at him and together we sat under a huge oak tree.
"Do you always play tricks like that? Stealing your brother's ball and everything?" I asked. His cute little face lit up with mischief as he nodded vigorously. This kid reminds me so much of *MYSELF* when I was just a little boy. Hehe, another demon, eh? He must have been giving his parents and siblings a hard time.
"I always get away with it," he said proudly. "But my brother doesn't like it, though. And he doesn't like me, either."
"It goes with the territory," I said and smiled. "When you are such a daredevil, you can't expect everyone to like you. But don't give a damn. It's fun being a devil once in a while."
And the kid actually lit up *even more*. He must probably be glad that someone could sympathize with him. He just found his confidante, someone who can actually understand him. Someone who knew the business of terrorizing inside-out. Me.
"I think this would be the start of a wonderful friendship," I said, and he smiled. Such a cute little smile. It's the smile of a demon. It's nice seeing that again.
But something in this kid's eyes tell me that a lot of things is going on his mind lately. Something deep. I've always been a perceptive person, and I can always sense it if something's wrong. Other people wouldn't be able to catch it, but I could. I don't know why.
"Ne, what's your name?"
"I don't like my name very much," he says with a small pout. I was about to ask why when suddenly I heardthe voice certain *someone* whom I've been thinking about earlier.
"There you are, you little maggot." It was delivered in the lowest of tones, but it sounded louder to me than the drums of war in that Indian movie I was watching last night.
The little kid's face hardened as he looked at the object of my affections. Once Rukawa got nearer to us both, I almost slapped my head.
Of course this kid is Rukawa Kaede's brother! The eyes, the hair, the pale skin, the actual built. Well, yeah, he's just a small kid, but when he grows up, he's more or less like his oniisan. I smiled at them both.
"Well, well, this cute kid is your brother?" I asked. Rukawa chose to ignore me (ouch) and continued to stare daggers at the younger kid.
"What did I tell you about not leaving the gym?" Rukawa seethed as he walked over to his brother and started checking if the kid has any injuries or something. "I've looked all over for you, you little nicompoop. Kanagawa is not a story-book little town. What if something bad happened to you?"
"You'd be happy," the kid shot back. I stared wide-eyed at the kid, but Rukawa doesn't look a bit rattled. What is going on with these two?
"True, but it would upset Otousan and Okaasan," Rukawa said matter-of-factly. "And besides, picking up the mangled remains of a maggot is not my idea of a fantastic activity."
"Then let the ambulance take care of me," the little child snapped.
"They're too busy to deal with the likes of you," Rukawa snapped back. "Are you hurt or anything?"
"No."
"Good," Rukawa said. He stood up from his crouching position and pulled his brother up. "I'm still not done cleaning the mess you made at the locker room. Ayako-sempai's gonna kill me with that paper fan of hers if I didn't clean the oil you spilled, or the mops you broke, or the lockers you vandalized, ASAP. Let's go back."
"Where did that girl get that paper fan?" the kid asked. "I like to have that one."
"You have many other devices at home with which you can terrorize Kanagawa. Don't bother with the paper fan anymore," Rukawa said and started to pull the kid away. The child resisted.
My eyes could only widen with each word that they exchanged with each other. This is a shocking moment for me. First, I hear Rukawa saying something composed of more than ten words, which was his maximum. Second, they seem to dislike each other openly. Third, what was that again that Rukawa accused the child of doing?
"But I don't want to go," the child insisted. "I want to stay with him."
Rukawa looked at me (finally) and shook his head no. The child nodded his head. Rukawa shook his again. The child nodded again. Both were staring daggers at each other, neither was yielding. I cleared my throat to gain attention (which I got, thank you very much).
"Look, your little brother can stay with me until you, ah- finish your *chores*," I offered. "We've become good friends, right buddy?"
The kid nodded his head vigorously. "What do you say, Rukawa-kun?"
"You know this man?" Rukawa asked his brother.
"Yeah. His name is Kendoh Akira," the kid replied.
"Er, that's Sendoh Akira, buddy," I corrected.
"All the same," he said with a shrug. I laughed. Rukawa shrugged.
"Suit yourself," he said. Then he looked at me again (yay!) and said, "Much that I want the kid to vanish from the face of the earth, he's still my brother and my parents actually *loved* him, though I don't know why, so if something happens to him, you'll personally answer to me."
With that long speech (for a walking ice block capable of only a few insulting words), he walked away, leaving me to deal with one of my kind.
"Hey, kid, you dure you did those things he said?" I asked. He smiled again.
"Yeah I did," he said. "But I betcha he still haven't found out about the frog which I left on one of the locker rooms."
"You're good, you know that?" I asked with a laugh.
"You're nice."
"I am," I said.
We were quiet after that, just sensing each other's presence. The sun had finally set, and the stars were appearing one-by-one. It was another peaceful night in late summer.
"Ne, Sendoh-san? You like my brother, don't you?" he asked out of the blue. I could only stare at him. He looked thoughtful.
"Why ask?"
"You were staring at him the whole time he was here, like you couldn't get your eyes off him. I betcha you even memorized his every movement. Okaachan told me that that's what happens when somebody likes someone. I don't understand it, though," he explained. I smiled and ruffled his head.
"How old are you?"
"I just turned seven last month."
"You're a bright kid. What's your name?"
"I don't like it."
"Why? What is it anyway? Goofy? Snorthledop? Buttercup? Footbill?"
He laughed as he hugged the big orange ball. Hmmm, Rukawa didn't notice he has it, eh?
"Those are stupid names," he said.
"Then what is your name?"
He looked at me and smiled. "Kaede. Rukawa Kaede."
"No kidding?"
"Nope."
"You swear on your pinky finger?"
"Yep."
Two Kaedes in one family. One's a walking ice block, and the other's a little demon. And I have to laugh at the insanity of it all...
I wonder what kind of parents those two have?
"So, tell me, Kaede Jr... what were your other adventures?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me yours."
"I'll not only tell you, I'll teach you some of it!"
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tsu.zu.ku
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Ne, that's it for Chapter Two!
Boring? Gomen! I'll try harder!
Please review so I'd know if I did a good job or not...
(Shinri, you dolt! Read and review! You too, miku!)
Oh well, look out for Chapter Three: AKIRA JR., Little Cupid ^_^
ja!
Aki-chan
Author: Aki Midori
Mail me at: autumn_wind04@yahoo.com
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC (i think)(intended), OC... the works
Pairing: SenRu (what else?)
Rating: G - PG
Genre: Romance/Humor (I hope)
Summary: Rukawa Kaede... the Ice Prince... Super Rookie and Ace of Shohoku... Fearless on court. Unreachable. Untouchable. He is on top of the world (okay, Kanagawa, maybe)... but he fears ONE person... only one...
The dreaded author's blah:
Not too much blahs today. (Hooray for you!) Just wanna say thank you to all those people who reviewed my fic and urged me to continue. Arigatou! I'm glad you liked it!
That's it!
Enjoy! ^_^
DiScLaiMErs:
Sendoh: I belong to Aki-chan.
Rukawa: I belong to Aki-chan.
Sakuragi: I think Aki-chan is the greatest tensai on earth. Not me.
Mitsui: All bow to the great Aki-sama...
Megane-kun: I wonder if she could help me with this Keats poem... She is soooo great at Literature.
Miyagi: I worship Aki-sama. *looks at a fuming Ayako* Next to Aya-chan, of course. ^_^;
Aki-chan: Okay, people... you heard them. They belong to me. Me. No one else. I am their master. They worship me. They bow to me. They are at my complete mercy.
*background voice* Oi, Aki! Wake up! You're late for your first class!
Aki-chan: *blink* *blink* Ah, hell. Nice dream. Thanks, Mr. Sandman.
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Kaede Jr.
Chapter Two: Demons of the World, Unite!
Now where the hell am I?
I'm sure the station is just around the corner... It must be here somewhere. Do'aho Akira! You should have at least brought a map! Oh well, it's not like I would know how to use it, anyway. I'm not really blessed with the sense of direction. And besides, it would ruin my image if I actually walked around Kanagawa with a dorky-looking map.
The sun's setting already. Although it was a pretty sight, I can't just sit down and admire it because I've got to get to the station in a few minutes. Otherwise, I won't be able to catch the train back home. Ch... Why did my mom have to make me go all the way here just to give a damn parcel to one of her friends? Okay, so maybe she and otousan is in Tokyo and the parcel is *really* important (note that she stressed the word /really/), so her friend has to have it, but she knew I'm such a moron when it comes to travelling. I could even get lost in our own house!
Okay, turn right here, left here, walk straight... oooh, pretty girl... right again, left, right... straight ahead, right, and voila! It's the-
Park.
It's the goddamn park.
I have no idea why I'm such a subidiot when it comes to directions. I'm supposed to be the coolest guy in Ryonan! I'm a basketball god. Girls worshipped me. Guys idolized me. Teachers respect me. Newspaper reporters trip on their own two feet just to exchange a few words with me. I am the epitome of perfection!
Sheesh. Life's unfair. Better sit down here for a while. It's a good day, anyway, and the sunset's too perfect to ignore. I always enjoyed times like these. Just sit down in the middle of a quiet nowhere and just enjoy the peaceful surroundings. To top it all, there were cute little children playing along, squealing, shouting, yelling, crying, but it's okay. They add to the perfection of the scene.
Ah, what a perfect view.
They help me take my mind off the grueling practice I've had all day. Summer's going to end soon, and I'm soon going to be in my third and final year. I've got to leave behind a strong and healthy team. *Creak* Ow. My neck hurts. Damn Koshino... won't even let me relax...
No, don't think of the practice, you dolt. Think of something else... like... Rukawa. Right. Rukawa Kaede. My greatest rival. Now, what about him?
What about him? Aw, come on, Akira. Don't fool yourself. You had the gall to ask what to think about Rukawa Kaede when you damn well know that *he's* been the only thing-er- only one which occupies your mind, 24/7! Get real, Sendoh Akira.
Yes. It's about time I stop lying to myself. It's about time that I started to accept the fact that *I* *like* *him*. Why else do I try to act cooler than usual when he's around? Why else do I go at great lengths just to impress that walking ice block? Why else do I get shivers down my spine when he actually stares/glares at me with those soul-piercing blue eyes of his? Why else do I act like a moron when I get the chance to talk to him during our one-on-ones? Why else do I burn with passion when I play basketball alone with him?
Because I like him.
Sometimes I don't get myself. There were so many beautiful girls around, and even other guys who weren't so cold, but I actually had to be attracted to someone like Rukawa Kaede. At one point, I even tried to tell myself that a marble statue is more interesting to look at than him, but I knew that I was fooling myself, because I knew that Rukawa Kaede sparked my interest like no other would.
But everytime I think of him, I get this tight feeling in my chest, which I'm not in the mood to deal with now, so I've got to stop thinking about him... for the time being that is.
Look at the children, Akira. Don't think of the practice. Don't think of Rukawa. Look at the children. Look at the children...
*Bonk*
Ouch! Was that a *basketball* which hit me? I looked down to see a familiar orange ball rolling away from me. No wonder. It bounced pretty hard.
A kid with familiar features ran towards the ball and picked it up. His eyes met mine, and I was struck by the familiarity of those fox-like blue eyes. I'm no idiot... this kid looked like a younger version of that gorgeous-looking-super-rookie-slash-ace-stud of Shohoku High. He was just standing there, looking at me, studying me with piercing blue eyes. He has that defiant look in his eyes, as if he was challenging me to a game of one-on-one. Definitely reminds me of *someone*. I smiled and walked up to him.
"Hello!"
"You look funny."
Ah. And straightforward, too.
"You play basketball?"
"Basketball is for sissies."
Nani?! Okay, Akira... he's a kid, he's a kid, he's a kid. He doesn't know any better. He probably has some punk for an older brother who spends his life berating basketball and cursing athletes. Or maybe his older brother is such a geek, that he poisons his otouto's mind and actually said nasty things about basketball, because this kid is fit and healthy for the sport, and he's not. Right. His older brother is a moron. That is, if this kid has one...
So I'll let that pass for now.
"You don't like basketball?"
"I just said it's for sissies."
Calm down, stud! He's just a kid, he's just a kid, he's just a kid... Breathe in... breathe out... Yes... He's just a kid, he's just a kid, he's just a kid.
"Then why do you have a ball?" Perfect rebuttal, Sendoh Akira!
"I stole it from my brother. He plays it."
So much for the punk/geek/moron theories.
"Why would you do such I thing?" I ask. This kid must be a pain in the ass. That much I could say, even within such a short period of acquaintance. He reminds me of someone I know...
"I just feel like it."
Yep... definitely reminds me of someone.
"I'm Sendoh Akira, by the way," I said and offered him a hand. He stared at it and shook it warily, as if he was unsure of what he's doing. I smiled at him and together we sat under a huge oak tree.
"Do you always play tricks like that? Stealing your brother's ball and everything?" I asked. His cute little face lit up with mischief as he nodded vigorously. This kid reminds me so much of *MYSELF* when I was just a little boy. Hehe, another demon, eh? He must have been giving his parents and siblings a hard time.
"I always get away with it," he said proudly. "But my brother doesn't like it, though. And he doesn't like me, either."
"It goes with the territory," I said and smiled. "When you are such a daredevil, you can't expect everyone to like you. But don't give a damn. It's fun being a devil once in a while."
And the kid actually lit up *even more*. He must probably be glad that someone could sympathize with him. He just found his confidante, someone who can actually understand him. Someone who knew the business of terrorizing inside-out. Me.
"I think this would be the start of a wonderful friendship," I said, and he smiled. Such a cute little smile. It's the smile of a demon. It's nice seeing that again.
But something in this kid's eyes tell me that a lot of things is going on his mind lately. Something deep. I've always been a perceptive person, and I can always sense it if something's wrong. Other people wouldn't be able to catch it, but I could. I don't know why.
"Ne, what's your name?"
"I don't like my name very much," he says with a small pout. I was about to ask why when suddenly I heardthe voice certain *someone* whom I've been thinking about earlier.
"There you are, you little maggot." It was delivered in the lowest of tones, but it sounded louder to me than the drums of war in that Indian movie I was watching last night.
The little kid's face hardened as he looked at the object of my affections. Once Rukawa got nearer to us both, I almost slapped my head.
Of course this kid is Rukawa Kaede's brother! The eyes, the hair, the pale skin, the actual built. Well, yeah, he's just a small kid, but when he grows up, he's more or less like his oniisan. I smiled at them both.
"Well, well, this cute kid is your brother?" I asked. Rukawa chose to ignore me (ouch) and continued to stare daggers at the younger kid.
"What did I tell you about not leaving the gym?" Rukawa seethed as he walked over to his brother and started checking if the kid has any injuries or something. "I've looked all over for you, you little nicompoop. Kanagawa is not a story-book little town. What if something bad happened to you?"
"You'd be happy," the kid shot back. I stared wide-eyed at the kid, but Rukawa doesn't look a bit rattled. What is going on with these two?
"True, but it would upset Otousan and Okaasan," Rukawa said matter-of-factly. "And besides, picking up the mangled remains of a maggot is not my idea of a fantastic activity."
"Then let the ambulance take care of me," the little child snapped.
"They're too busy to deal with the likes of you," Rukawa snapped back. "Are you hurt or anything?"
"No."
"Good," Rukawa said. He stood up from his crouching position and pulled his brother up. "I'm still not done cleaning the mess you made at the locker room. Ayako-sempai's gonna kill me with that paper fan of hers if I didn't clean the oil you spilled, or the mops you broke, or the lockers you vandalized, ASAP. Let's go back."
"Where did that girl get that paper fan?" the kid asked. "I like to have that one."
"You have many other devices at home with which you can terrorize Kanagawa. Don't bother with the paper fan anymore," Rukawa said and started to pull the kid away. The child resisted.
My eyes could only widen with each word that they exchanged with each other. This is a shocking moment for me. First, I hear Rukawa saying something composed of more than ten words, which was his maximum. Second, they seem to dislike each other openly. Third, what was that again that Rukawa accused the child of doing?
"But I don't want to go," the child insisted. "I want to stay with him."
Rukawa looked at me (finally) and shook his head no. The child nodded his head. Rukawa shook his again. The child nodded again. Both were staring daggers at each other, neither was yielding. I cleared my throat to gain attention (which I got, thank you very much).
"Look, your little brother can stay with me until you, ah- finish your *chores*," I offered. "We've become good friends, right buddy?"
The kid nodded his head vigorously. "What do you say, Rukawa-kun?"
"You know this man?" Rukawa asked his brother.
"Yeah. His name is Kendoh Akira," the kid replied.
"Er, that's Sendoh Akira, buddy," I corrected.
"All the same," he said with a shrug. I laughed. Rukawa shrugged.
"Suit yourself," he said. Then he looked at me again (yay!) and said, "Much that I want the kid to vanish from the face of the earth, he's still my brother and my parents actually *loved* him, though I don't know why, so if something happens to him, you'll personally answer to me."
With that long speech (for a walking ice block capable of only a few insulting words), he walked away, leaving me to deal with one of my kind.
"Hey, kid, you dure you did those things he said?" I asked. He smiled again.
"Yeah I did," he said. "But I betcha he still haven't found out about the frog which I left on one of the locker rooms."
"You're good, you know that?" I asked with a laugh.
"You're nice."
"I am," I said.
We were quiet after that, just sensing each other's presence. The sun had finally set, and the stars were appearing one-by-one. It was another peaceful night in late summer.
"Ne, Sendoh-san? You like my brother, don't you?" he asked out of the blue. I could only stare at him. He looked thoughtful.
"Why ask?"
"You were staring at him the whole time he was here, like you couldn't get your eyes off him. I betcha you even memorized his every movement. Okaachan told me that that's what happens when somebody likes someone. I don't understand it, though," he explained. I smiled and ruffled his head.
"How old are you?"
"I just turned seven last month."
"You're a bright kid. What's your name?"
"I don't like it."
"Why? What is it anyway? Goofy? Snorthledop? Buttercup? Footbill?"
He laughed as he hugged the big orange ball. Hmmm, Rukawa didn't notice he has it, eh?
"Those are stupid names," he said.
"Then what is your name?"
He looked at me and smiled. "Kaede. Rukawa Kaede."
"No kidding?"
"Nope."
"You swear on your pinky finger?"
"Yep."
Two Kaedes in one family. One's a walking ice block, and the other's a little demon. And I have to laugh at the insanity of it all...
I wonder what kind of parents those two have?
"So, tell me, Kaede Jr... what were your other adventures?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me yours."
"I'll not only tell you, I'll teach you some of it!"
***********
tsu.zu.ku
***********
Ne, that's it for Chapter Two!
Boring? Gomen! I'll try harder!
Please review so I'd know if I did a good job or not...
(Shinri, you dolt! Read and review! You too, miku!)
Oh well, look out for Chapter Three: AKIRA JR., Little Cupid ^_^
ja!
Aki-chan