Dear Readers:
First of all, I'd like to thank you for your support. With it, my perverted dream about Haku sleeping with a male geisha has been brought to life, and to my complete surprise, people liked it!
Okay, some people hated it. But that's not the point.
The point is, when I started out, I never thought people would like Kii so much. In my mind, he's always been a jerk to whom money is more important than flimsy, unreliable emotions like love. However as I've written the fic and read your reviews, Kii has grown and changed. He feels, now; he has a heart and a past. Like Beauty with the Beast, Haku brought out the vulnerable, delicate Kione that was trapped behind the hardened, ugly façade of Kii.
...But I really, really liked the ending I'd had planned all along-- it would echo the original story's message about Greed, and leave canon fans to return to their Chihiro pairing.
But do I really want to be flamed to a cinder by all the Kii/Haku fans just for a clean ending?
Not really.
So I am here to announce the decision to post TWO SEPARATE ENDINGS to the Spirited Away fic, Lullaby. You're free to choose whichever you like better to end your reading of the story.
Now, for some lighter news.
Although still working as an "entertainer" at Yubaba's bathhouse, Kii is now moonlighting as an advice columnist. You read right. He's open to all questions: romance, school, work, love-life troubles, or requests for inside info on the staff at the bathhouse. Naturally, he won't be answering personal questions about Haku's, er, performance, but he's asked me to point out that he wouldn't have kept going back if Haku was a bad lay.
So if you'd like to ask Kii a question, or even just comment on his attitude, send him an email at Payfirst@hotmail.com, with "Hey Kii?" as the subject. Please be aware that as Kii has his own ups and downs with life, his answers may sometimes be a bit harsh. Don't take it personally. Answers will be posted on my website (I'll make it easy for you to find).
And now's when I find time to write chapter nine. That rhymes. Sublime!
