Skin Deep
A/N: Now I suppose I really should apologize for the wait. I've been doing my best to update, but so far I haven't had the time to do so. Maybe some more reviews would help me be more motivated. (hint hint) By the way, you guys post the best reviews. Every time I read them, I feel glad to know that you liked it so much. Although I often wonder what were the bad parts of the fic. As for the Soujiro/Misao focus, I think I get what you're saying. I would have it centered on them, but I have to do the rest for the plot. I want this fic to be reasonable for others. I'll do my best to fix it though. As for the rest of you, enjoy the fic!
If silence ever had an example then the classroom of Hajime Saito would definitely be it. After Sanosuke had stopped ranting, thanks to the threat of suspension from Saito, everyone else took their place at their seats. At that moment, everything was silent and Saito was more than determined to keep it that way. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was chaos and disorder. He was usually the kind of man to just stay quite and enjoy silence. If, however, that was unobtainable, then his more violent side would show to make sure that he would get his peace and relaxation. That in itself was enough to keep sensible students quite. However Sanosuke was often reasoned less than sensible.
"Boooring!!"
Saito's narrow eyes raised up to the only person in the class who would dare defy him. "You're being disruptive. That's a detention."
"What!? I'll show you!" Sanosuke jumped out of his seat and raised his fist in the air. "No way some socially challenged teacher is going to give Zanza, the fighter for hire, detention!"
Soujiro, who like the rest of the class, had his attention on the commotion, blinked in confusion. "Nani? Who's Zanza?"
Karou leaned over from her desk and whispered in Soujiro's ear. "That's Sanosuke's nickname. He calls himself that because he think it sounds much more tougher and cooler than his real name."
Soujiro nodded. "Ah, I see. Arigato, Karou-san."
She smiled and nodded at Soujiro, then looked at the scene being displayed in the front of them.
Saito looked up in amusement and smirked. "What are you going to do about it?"
Sanosuke narrowed his eyes. "I'll show you what I'm going to do about it." He raised his fist in the air. "I'm going to pound you into the ground!"
The Wolf of Miburo, now sensing a fight, stood up and cracked his knuckles. "I'm always willing to show bakas like you a thing or two about manners." With that he got into a fighting stance.
The tension in the air was so thick not even a Gatotsu could pierce it. All the students were on the edge of their seats wondering who would make the first move. A nervous student was shaking his desk so hard that the pencil started rolling off it. Finally it did so and hit the ground, giving the two fighters the signal to go.
Sanosuke charged first. He gave a loud yell that was immediately interrupted by an announcement by a loud voice, which resulted in him coming to a stop. Unfortunately he was already charging with everything he had, so it was more of a fall.
"Ahem. Attention everyone please excuse this interruption. This is your Principal Toshimichi Okubo speaking. I'd like to give a warm welcome back to all of our students. For those who are here for the first time, I'd hope that you enjoy your year at our school. If you have any questions then don't hesitate to ask me."
By the end of the announcement, Sanosuke had picked himself up from the ground. He grunted and folded his arms across his chest. "Who does that guy think he is? I was about to beat Saito into a pulp."
Saito smirked. "He's the principal you baka. Besides, you should be thankful. That man just saved your life." He passed out worksheets to the rest of the class and sat back down. "Now the rest of you hurry up and do your work." The sound of pencils scribbling filled the air after Saito made his own announcement. Sanosuke remained standing up looking indignant. He turned his attention to the fighter for hire. "I suggest you do your work too, if you plan on passing this year." He paused. "By the way, you get another detention for making threats to a teacher."
"WHAT!?!?"
Soujiro sighed. 'I wonder if it's going to be like this all year. It wouldn't be so bad if something happened, but all they do is exchange insults.' He glanced at Karou. 'But it guess it won't be so bad here... After all she seems to be nice. Besides, I'm only doing this until I can get the information from Aoishi.' He then put up his smile and started doing the work that was assigned.
He eventually finished up and looked around. It turns out that everyone else was barely done. His eyes wandered around the classroom. Sanosuke was chewing his pencil in his mouth, while staring at the first problem with scrunched eyebrows. Karou looked as if she was in her own world, staring off into space. She had a dreamy look on her face, so Soujiro could only assume that she daydreaming.
Saito then spoke up. "Listen up. We're going to take turns going over the problems. For all of your sakes, you better be done by now. We're going to go over all the answers. If you don't know or if you get it wrong, then you get a detention. Understood?" He didn't even wait for an answer. "Good. Number one." His eyes wandered on Sanosuke and smirked. "Sagara." Needless to say, Sanosuke didn't take that too well.
After a few minutes, they got halfway through the handout. "Number 34." Saito looked around and saw Karou staring off into space. "Kamiya."
Karou snapped out of her trance. "Huh?"
"Hm. Don't know it? Then I guess that means that you get a detention."
Karou gasped. 'A detention? No... That'll ruin my record! Now I'll never get into a good college, get a good job, and get enough money to recreate my father's style! This can't be happening...'
Soujiro saw her face edged with worry and decided to help her out.
During her fretting, she noticed a folded piece of paper get slipped onto her desk. She opened it up and gasped.
"Moving on..."
"Wait! I know the answer, Saito-sensei!" Karou looked at the paper. "The answer is that the revolution was fought during the Genji Period by the Shinsengumi and Ishinshishi."
Saito slightly narrowed his eyes. "Hm. That's correct. Very well, you'll get no detention Kamiya. However, next time don't wait so long to answer."
Karou looked to her side to find that it was Soujiro who gave her the paper. She gave him a smile of thanks that he returned before he turning back.
Soujiro mentally sighed. 'Why did I help her out? This is just like what happened with Misao. But why should it concern me? Why do I care if others suffer?' An image of Misao's face popped into his head. It was when she was worried about the book. Then that was replaced by her look of happiness when he helped her out. He sighed, giving up yet again on his answer, but not before promising himself that one day he will know why.
The rest of the class went by pretty well. That is except for Sanosuke making Saito's life much harder than it had to be by rebelling in every way possible. That included paper airplanes, making all kinds of faces, and even more interruptions. At the end, Saito guaranteed the fighter for hire that his detentions were well into the 4 digit numbers.
When the bell rang, almost all the students took off as if their lives depended on it. He stood up and looked at the rest of the class run. 'I suppose that shows how popular Saito is. He may a bad teacher, but he seems like he would be a good opponent though. Perhaps I should fight him one day. It would prove to be interesting if he knows how to handle a sword, ne?' Soujiro blinked. 'Am I talking to myself? Ara... I'm going to go insane before I can even find out where my next class is...'
Saito looked up and narrowed his eyes.
Soujiro looked back skeptically. 'Can he read my mind?'
Saito grunted and spoke up. "Why are you still in my class? The bell rang a while ago. I don't have a class to teach right now, so I'm locking up. Now hurry up and leave. You're wasting my time and I have other places to be."
The Tenken gave a smile and calmly walked out of the classroom. When he got out, he gave a sigh. "I guess I can see why people would rather not have him as a teacher. He's strict, blunt, and even rude." He stopped and smiled. 'Hm. He and Shishio would get along great.'
"Heh, you'd be surprised how many students say that exact same thing."
Soujiro turned around to find who it was that spoke. His eyes fell upon a boy shorter than him. He had brown skin and spiked hair.
The boy rubbed his chin. "Well actually some students use more colorful descriptions of him." He flashed a grin. "My name's Yahiko Myoujin. What's your name?"
"Desu ka Seta Soujiro." He extended his hand and the shorter boy shook it.
Yahiko eyes wandered and fell upon a clock in the hallway. "Oh, I got to get going or else I'll be late for class. Nice meeting you, Soujiro." He walked past Soujiro and bumped into his shoulder on the way. "Gomen."
Soujiro turned around and looked at the boy. "No problem. But... you mind returning my wallet?"
Yahiko's eyes widened and he took off down the hallway. 'Kuso! How did he know!?' He looked back and Soujiro, who was still standing there. 'Ah well, it doesn't matter. I'm too far ahead for him to catch up with me. Hehe...'
Soujiro gave a sigh. 'Why do things always have to be so complicated?' His eyes fell upon Yahiko's retreating figure down the hall. 'Oh well, I better get it back, otherwise I'll get scolded by Hoji for loosing my allowance that I get from Shishio. I think there's about 500 sen in there. I wonder if other students get paid as much for taking care of their chores... Then again, I bet my wakizashi that no one else gets chores that involve assassinations.' The Tenken grinned and continued to stare at Yahiko. He then tapped his foot and used the move that he was infamous for.
Yahiko turned his head away from Soujiro and looked ahead. When he did, he saw a figure in front of him. Unfortunately he was going to fast to stop so he braced himself for the impact. It quickly came and he found himself on the floor. He gave a groan and looked up angrily at the figure. "Hey what are you doing standing in the middle of the hallway!? That's dangerous!"
Soujiro looked down on Yahiko with an amused expression. "Really now? I'd say stealing from Soujiro no Tenken is much more dangerous..."
Yahiko eyes widened yet again when he saw who it was. "What the-!? How did you get in front of me!?"
Soujiro peered closer at Yahiko, who was slowly moving away while on the floor. "I'd say that's the least of your worries. What you did was very foolish but more importantly rude and now..." He smiled. "It's time to pay back the dues."
The samurai boy now started to become a little afraid. 'I can't let him show that I'm scared.' He spoke up in a slightly trembling voice, while trying to keep the fear out of it. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"
The Tenken's smile became even wider one. "I'm going to take your life." After he said those words, he saw the fear. The fear he saw in his previous victims. It was the kind that feared for their lives. When he saw this, he mentally sighed. 'Why... why do they wish to live so much!? I just don't get it! It's just so frustrating...'
Yahiko quickly pulled out the wallet he took. "H-here! Take the wallet! I don't care want it anymore!" He steadied his hand and threw it to Soujiro.
The Tenken caught it effortlessly. "Arigato. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook." He then worked his way closer to his prey.
Yahiko scrambled to his feet and backed himself against the wall. He looked at the Soujiro and spoke with shaky confidence. "I'm warning you. I'm the son of a great samurai. I'll beat you up badly if you come any closer. I mean it."
Soujiro smirked, obviously not affected by the would-be threat. 'His kenki is shaking with fear.' He studied the boy against the wall. 'Hm... He's just a kid... Oh well, age makes no difference when it comes down it. In this world of no mercy, only the strong survive.' Just before he could do anything though, he heard the bell ring. "Hm. Looks like you're saved by the bell. Consider yourself lucky. There are not many that encounter the Tenken and live to tell about it. However I can't guarantee you'll get off so easily next time." He tapped his foot and vanished right in front of Yahiko's eyes.
"No... no way!! He's gone!" He let out a sigh of relief and slumped down the wall. "Who was that guy?" He recalled Soujiro's words. "Heavenly Sword?" He finally slumped all the way down to the floor. "Maybe I should quit before something bad really does happen."
Soujiro pulled out his schedule. 'Let's see, it looks like I have Chemistry with Toma Suzuki.' He was using his shukuchi to go down the halls and look at the numbers next to the door. 'Maybe I should have asked that kid for directions in exchange for his life. Too late now...' He finally found the class door and walked up to it. Before he could go in, he heard a loud voice yell from inside.
"Kenshin no baka! Don't touch the gas pipe! You might kill us all!!"
He peered inside to see a familiar girl strangling a taller boy with red hair while making comments about exploding to death.
A voice rose up, interrupting her voice. "Misao... please stop choking Kenshin. I doubt it's good for his health."
She let go and looked up at the teacher. "Hai, Suzuki-sensei!"
Soujiro blinked. "Hm?" He walked in through the door while studying the classroom.
Misao noticing the figure by the door, looked at him. She then pointed her finger at him in surprise. "It's you!"
Soujiro tilted his head to the side. "Ara?"
Kenshin blinked in confusion. "Oro?"
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Translations:
Gatotsu: This is Saito's fighting style. It' consists of giving high- powered and quick thrusts that pierce through your opponent.
Oro: Another silly expression used in times of confusion. It's one of Kenshin's most famous lines.
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A/N: Let me really apologize for the lack of updating. It seemed like Fate was conspiring against me. I won't bore you with details but a lot of 'coincidences' have been happening that took up my time. By the way, thanks for the critique. I want to make this a great fic so I need your opinions. I'll do my best to correct it. If there's one thing that nags me, it's OOC. That is one thing that I simply cannot have in my fic... Paranoid aren't I? ^_^ Well once again sorry for the long wait... for those of you who were waiting. If you look for updates then I suggest trying it once a week because I can honestly say I don't know when Fate and Destiny will let me. (mumble mumble) So leave a review for me! Remember the more reviews the more inspiration!
A/N: Now I suppose I really should apologize for the wait. I've been doing my best to update, but so far I haven't had the time to do so. Maybe some more reviews would help me be more motivated. (hint hint) By the way, you guys post the best reviews. Every time I read them, I feel glad to know that you liked it so much. Although I often wonder what were the bad parts of the fic. As for the Soujiro/Misao focus, I think I get what you're saying. I would have it centered on them, but I have to do the rest for the plot. I want this fic to be reasonable for others. I'll do my best to fix it though. As for the rest of you, enjoy the fic!
If silence ever had an example then the classroom of Hajime Saito would definitely be it. After Sanosuke had stopped ranting, thanks to the threat of suspension from Saito, everyone else took their place at their seats. At that moment, everything was silent and Saito was more than determined to keep it that way. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was chaos and disorder. He was usually the kind of man to just stay quite and enjoy silence. If, however, that was unobtainable, then his more violent side would show to make sure that he would get his peace and relaxation. That in itself was enough to keep sensible students quite. However Sanosuke was often reasoned less than sensible.
"Boooring!!"
Saito's narrow eyes raised up to the only person in the class who would dare defy him. "You're being disruptive. That's a detention."
"What!? I'll show you!" Sanosuke jumped out of his seat and raised his fist in the air. "No way some socially challenged teacher is going to give Zanza, the fighter for hire, detention!"
Soujiro, who like the rest of the class, had his attention on the commotion, blinked in confusion. "Nani? Who's Zanza?"
Karou leaned over from her desk and whispered in Soujiro's ear. "That's Sanosuke's nickname. He calls himself that because he think it sounds much more tougher and cooler than his real name."
Soujiro nodded. "Ah, I see. Arigato, Karou-san."
She smiled and nodded at Soujiro, then looked at the scene being displayed in the front of them.
Saito looked up in amusement and smirked. "What are you going to do about it?"
Sanosuke narrowed his eyes. "I'll show you what I'm going to do about it." He raised his fist in the air. "I'm going to pound you into the ground!"
The Wolf of Miburo, now sensing a fight, stood up and cracked his knuckles. "I'm always willing to show bakas like you a thing or two about manners." With that he got into a fighting stance.
The tension in the air was so thick not even a Gatotsu could pierce it. All the students were on the edge of their seats wondering who would make the first move. A nervous student was shaking his desk so hard that the pencil started rolling off it. Finally it did so and hit the ground, giving the two fighters the signal to go.
Sanosuke charged first. He gave a loud yell that was immediately interrupted by an announcement by a loud voice, which resulted in him coming to a stop. Unfortunately he was already charging with everything he had, so it was more of a fall.
"Ahem. Attention everyone please excuse this interruption. This is your Principal Toshimichi Okubo speaking. I'd like to give a warm welcome back to all of our students. For those who are here for the first time, I'd hope that you enjoy your year at our school. If you have any questions then don't hesitate to ask me."
By the end of the announcement, Sanosuke had picked himself up from the ground. He grunted and folded his arms across his chest. "Who does that guy think he is? I was about to beat Saito into a pulp."
Saito smirked. "He's the principal you baka. Besides, you should be thankful. That man just saved your life." He passed out worksheets to the rest of the class and sat back down. "Now the rest of you hurry up and do your work." The sound of pencils scribbling filled the air after Saito made his own announcement. Sanosuke remained standing up looking indignant. He turned his attention to the fighter for hire. "I suggest you do your work too, if you plan on passing this year." He paused. "By the way, you get another detention for making threats to a teacher."
"WHAT!?!?"
Soujiro sighed. 'I wonder if it's going to be like this all year. It wouldn't be so bad if something happened, but all they do is exchange insults.' He glanced at Karou. 'But it guess it won't be so bad here... After all she seems to be nice. Besides, I'm only doing this until I can get the information from Aoishi.' He then put up his smile and started doing the work that was assigned.
He eventually finished up and looked around. It turns out that everyone else was barely done. His eyes wandered around the classroom. Sanosuke was chewing his pencil in his mouth, while staring at the first problem with scrunched eyebrows. Karou looked as if she was in her own world, staring off into space. She had a dreamy look on her face, so Soujiro could only assume that she daydreaming.
Saito then spoke up. "Listen up. We're going to take turns going over the problems. For all of your sakes, you better be done by now. We're going to go over all the answers. If you don't know or if you get it wrong, then you get a detention. Understood?" He didn't even wait for an answer. "Good. Number one." His eyes wandered on Sanosuke and smirked. "Sagara." Needless to say, Sanosuke didn't take that too well.
After a few minutes, they got halfway through the handout. "Number 34." Saito looked around and saw Karou staring off into space. "Kamiya."
Karou snapped out of her trance. "Huh?"
"Hm. Don't know it? Then I guess that means that you get a detention."
Karou gasped. 'A detention? No... That'll ruin my record! Now I'll never get into a good college, get a good job, and get enough money to recreate my father's style! This can't be happening...'
Soujiro saw her face edged with worry and decided to help her out.
During her fretting, she noticed a folded piece of paper get slipped onto her desk. She opened it up and gasped.
"Moving on..."
"Wait! I know the answer, Saito-sensei!" Karou looked at the paper. "The answer is that the revolution was fought during the Genji Period by the Shinsengumi and Ishinshishi."
Saito slightly narrowed his eyes. "Hm. That's correct. Very well, you'll get no detention Kamiya. However, next time don't wait so long to answer."
Karou looked to her side to find that it was Soujiro who gave her the paper. She gave him a smile of thanks that he returned before he turning back.
Soujiro mentally sighed. 'Why did I help her out? This is just like what happened with Misao. But why should it concern me? Why do I care if others suffer?' An image of Misao's face popped into his head. It was when she was worried about the book. Then that was replaced by her look of happiness when he helped her out. He sighed, giving up yet again on his answer, but not before promising himself that one day he will know why.
The rest of the class went by pretty well. That is except for Sanosuke making Saito's life much harder than it had to be by rebelling in every way possible. That included paper airplanes, making all kinds of faces, and even more interruptions. At the end, Saito guaranteed the fighter for hire that his detentions were well into the 4 digit numbers.
When the bell rang, almost all the students took off as if their lives depended on it. He stood up and looked at the rest of the class run. 'I suppose that shows how popular Saito is. He may a bad teacher, but he seems like he would be a good opponent though. Perhaps I should fight him one day. It would prove to be interesting if he knows how to handle a sword, ne?' Soujiro blinked. 'Am I talking to myself? Ara... I'm going to go insane before I can even find out where my next class is...'
Saito looked up and narrowed his eyes.
Soujiro looked back skeptically. 'Can he read my mind?'
Saito grunted and spoke up. "Why are you still in my class? The bell rang a while ago. I don't have a class to teach right now, so I'm locking up. Now hurry up and leave. You're wasting my time and I have other places to be."
The Tenken gave a smile and calmly walked out of the classroom. When he got out, he gave a sigh. "I guess I can see why people would rather not have him as a teacher. He's strict, blunt, and even rude." He stopped and smiled. 'Hm. He and Shishio would get along great.'
"Heh, you'd be surprised how many students say that exact same thing."
Soujiro turned around to find who it was that spoke. His eyes fell upon a boy shorter than him. He had brown skin and spiked hair.
The boy rubbed his chin. "Well actually some students use more colorful descriptions of him." He flashed a grin. "My name's Yahiko Myoujin. What's your name?"
"Desu ka Seta Soujiro." He extended his hand and the shorter boy shook it.
Yahiko eyes wandered and fell upon a clock in the hallway. "Oh, I got to get going or else I'll be late for class. Nice meeting you, Soujiro." He walked past Soujiro and bumped into his shoulder on the way. "Gomen."
Soujiro turned around and looked at the boy. "No problem. But... you mind returning my wallet?"
Yahiko's eyes widened and he took off down the hallway. 'Kuso! How did he know!?' He looked back and Soujiro, who was still standing there. 'Ah well, it doesn't matter. I'm too far ahead for him to catch up with me. Hehe...'
Soujiro gave a sigh. 'Why do things always have to be so complicated?' His eyes fell upon Yahiko's retreating figure down the hall. 'Oh well, I better get it back, otherwise I'll get scolded by Hoji for loosing my allowance that I get from Shishio. I think there's about 500 sen in there. I wonder if other students get paid as much for taking care of their chores... Then again, I bet my wakizashi that no one else gets chores that involve assassinations.' The Tenken grinned and continued to stare at Yahiko. He then tapped his foot and used the move that he was infamous for.
Yahiko turned his head away from Soujiro and looked ahead. When he did, he saw a figure in front of him. Unfortunately he was going to fast to stop so he braced himself for the impact. It quickly came and he found himself on the floor. He gave a groan and looked up angrily at the figure. "Hey what are you doing standing in the middle of the hallway!? That's dangerous!"
Soujiro looked down on Yahiko with an amused expression. "Really now? I'd say stealing from Soujiro no Tenken is much more dangerous..."
Yahiko eyes widened yet again when he saw who it was. "What the-!? How did you get in front of me!?"
Soujiro peered closer at Yahiko, who was slowly moving away while on the floor. "I'd say that's the least of your worries. What you did was very foolish but more importantly rude and now..." He smiled. "It's time to pay back the dues."
The samurai boy now started to become a little afraid. 'I can't let him show that I'm scared.' He spoke up in a slightly trembling voice, while trying to keep the fear out of it. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?"
The Tenken's smile became even wider one. "I'm going to take your life." After he said those words, he saw the fear. The fear he saw in his previous victims. It was the kind that feared for their lives. When he saw this, he mentally sighed. 'Why... why do they wish to live so much!? I just don't get it! It's just so frustrating...'
Yahiko quickly pulled out the wallet he took. "H-here! Take the wallet! I don't care want it anymore!" He steadied his hand and threw it to Soujiro.
The Tenken caught it effortlessly. "Arigato. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook." He then worked his way closer to his prey.
Yahiko scrambled to his feet and backed himself against the wall. He looked at the Soujiro and spoke with shaky confidence. "I'm warning you. I'm the son of a great samurai. I'll beat you up badly if you come any closer. I mean it."
Soujiro smirked, obviously not affected by the would-be threat. 'His kenki is shaking with fear.' He studied the boy against the wall. 'Hm... He's just a kid... Oh well, age makes no difference when it comes down it. In this world of no mercy, only the strong survive.' Just before he could do anything though, he heard the bell ring. "Hm. Looks like you're saved by the bell. Consider yourself lucky. There are not many that encounter the Tenken and live to tell about it. However I can't guarantee you'll get off so easily next time." He tapped his foot and vanished right in front of Yahiko's eyes.
"No... no way!! He's gone!" He let out a sigh of relief and slumped down the wall. "Who was that guy?" He recalled Soujiro's words. "Heavenly Sword?" He finally slumped all the way down to the floor. "Maybe I should quit before something bad really does happen."
Soujiro pulled out his schedule. 'Let's see, it looks like I have Chemistry with Toma Suzuki.' He was using his shukuchi to go down the halls and look at the numbers next to the door. 'Maybe I should have asked that kid for directions in exchange for his life. Too late now...' He finally found the class door and walked up to it. Before he could go in, he heard a loud voice yell from inside.
"Kenshin no baka! Don't touch the gas pipe! You might kill us all!!"
He peered inside to see a familiar girl strangling a taller boy with red hair while making comments about exploding to death.
A voice rose up, interrupting her voice. "Misao... please stop choking Kenshin. I doubt it's good for his health."
She let go and looked up at the teacher. "Hai, Suzuki-sensei!"
Soujiro blinked. "Hm?" He walked in through the door while studying the classroom.
Misao noticing the figure by the door, looked at him. She then pointed her finger at him in surprise. "It's you!"
Soujiro tilted his head to the side. "Ara?"
Kenshin blinked in confusion. "Oro?"
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Translations:
Gatotsu: This is Saito's fighting style. It' consists of giving high- powered and quick thrusts that pierce through your opponent.
Oro: Another silly expression used in times of confusion. It's one of Kenshin's most famous lines.
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A/N: Let me really apologize for the lack of updating. It seemed like Fate was conspiring against me. I won't bore you with details but a lot of 'coincidences' have been happening that took up my time. By the way, thanks for the critique. I want to make this a great fic so I need your opinions. I'll do my best to correct it. If there's one thing that nags me, it's OOC. That is one thing that I simply cannot have in my fic... Paranoid aren't I? ^_^ Well once again sorry for the long wait... for those of you who were waiting. If you look for updates then I suggest trying it once a week because I can honestly say I don't know when Fate and Destiny will let me. (mumble mumble) So leave a review for me! Remember the more reviews the more inspiration!