Beverly: ;_;

Yuki: …

Beverly: ;_;

Yuki: …

Beverl-

[Ok, ok, we get it.]

Yuki: *jerks* Huh? What? …Sorry, I was busy raising an eyebrow at my other half's antics. She's just 'depressed' cause my story's more popular than most of hers, although it's my first. *shrugs*

Beverly: ;_;
Yuki: Ah, cut it out, would ya? Oy, anyway. For all my lovely reviews, I offer my specialty… the dark gaze of honor. Kidding. But really, I go more for individual conversations.

            -To Black Savior: By the way, darlin', love your name. It really IS quite easy to stop where I did. All you need to do is stop typing. Of course, this gives some people a conscience problem, but with James living over 10 miles away and all, and neither of us having any morals… well. *smirks.*

Beverly: Be nice.

Yuki: *Glares at the stupid red-head* But anyway. I did update. Not that I really need to, but since I enjoy it…

            -To Joruri Soma: *twitch* Thank you very much, but no glomping please.
Beverly: GLOMPING'S FUN! ^-^

Yuki: *Bats Beverly away with a stick* You see, I'm not a very physical person. Oh, and, everyone hates cliff-hangers, but everyone is also sadistic.

Beverly: Isn't everyone a great person? ^-^
Yuki: *whaps* Anyway. Yes, as I am greatly more sadistic than most, I believed it my duty [not really] to end it there. Yes. How creative of me. -.-U As I've told Black Savior just now… I did update at least. *goes a bit distant* How straaaange.

            -To SilveryKitsune: Yes, Ren is in trouble, no, I won't try to rescue him and yes, the ending will be happy. Just to ruin it for you.
Beverly: *whaps* Be NICE ALREADY!
Yuki: …Being nice is not in my nature, it's in yours. As well as being hyper, bouncy, moody…

Beverly: ;+; You don't love me.

Yuki: -.-U As I was saying… You realize the cherry red was blood, right? *scrutinizing look*

Beverly: Reviewer not idiot…
Yuki: Shut UP already! Anyway. Here's my update. Oh, and I'm glad I wrote it too… Seeing as people are all Ren/ Hoho2 happy 'cause Ren dies for the snowboarder at some point. Oy.

            -To Neko-Youkai: *about to start talking*

Beverly: *singing* Oh, cat demons all around

Yuki: Excuse me for a second *drags the redhead by her hair to the back. Screaming sounds are hear, and banging around of things. Returns, swiping hands against tight leather pants. Other follows, battered and bruised.* Anyway. Here's your 'more,' hope you get addicted-

Beverly: *opens mouth to say something*

Yuki: *Shoots her dangerous look*

Beverly: *closes mouth*

Yuki: And have a nice day

            -To Jhaylin: Thanks. Here.

Beverly: That's it?

Yuki: *glares, but sighs as other part cowers in fear.* There's little to talk about, ne?

            -To Ko-Chan to Ya-chan: A-

Beverly: I WUV YOU KO-CHAAAAAAAAAAN!
Yuki: ARG!! *twitch twitch twitch* Anyway… I'm continuing, see? I AM! And yes, Ren. And… Really? I haven't seen ANY Yoh/Horo's, or Yoh WANTING Horo or vice versa at all. Huh. That's interesting.

            -To little-kat-girl: *whaps the back of your head* I'd like to see you try. Flush my head down the toilet. Really.

Beverly: Yuki!

Yuki: What? We both know I don't do threats. Can't stand them at all. Well, kat, you're in luck. Other people don't threaten me.

            -To Unpredictable.l: Yes, I do know my colors, thanks for noticing. You'll found out what's wrong in this chapter. And yes, it issssssssss fun )

Beverly: O.o

Beverly: I've noticed you've been using the sankyu word.

Yuki: *blink* I HAVE, haven't I? How strange. *rolls eyes, now sarcastic* Must be because I'm civil around people… occasionally. They treat me well, I return the favor. Do you realize no one reads anything in these notes unless it's addressed to them? Why, I could write a lemon right here and no one would notice. ==Ren screamed and arched, desperately trying to press his slick, bare body harder against his lover's. He was panting harshly, clawing the older teen's back. He tossed his head wildly. 'Relax, my lover, it'll hurt less.' A loud moan slipped from his lips as a bubblegum tongue slid along his inner thighs.== See? And no one would read this. I could keep writing the WHOLE thing in here for a double story and no one would ever even know.

Beverly: @_@ *reading the short lemon over and over, imagining the rest.* hoooooooooooooooooooottt……

Yuki: -.-U *to self* oy, even SHE isn't listening to me.

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Chimamire No Tenshi

Chapter 2- Gyoushi

It was cold, wet and misty. Although the Shaman War had ended days before the funeral, everyone wore their Shaman Outfit, the traditional but individual black and colored clothing that distinguished the combatants. It was a grand show of respect. Unfortunately, the one it was directed towards could not know. It was strange that the uniform black was there naturally; the cold hand of darkness had already been woven into their lives long ago. No tears were spilled, the silence was pressing. No one spoke on a pedestal of the dead's greatness, everyone had known him in the same setting, close or not. And, after all, he had died before. The dry autumn leaves fell. A single boy sighed his despair.

XxflashbackxX

            "REN!"

            He ran to his friend, falling to his knees before the butterfly-pinned body. He held an icy-cold hand while pulling the offending weapon from the plaster. The teen fell limply into his arms, clothing soaked through with sweat and blood, cheeks stained with tears. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Yoh, for whatever I did." The golden-eyed boy was panting hard, desperately trying to catch his breath and continue.

            The older boy tried to stop him. "Shhh… Ren, stop, you're using too much energy. Just stay awake. Please… just stay awake…" He could not keep the self-destructing loneliness and desperation out of his voice, but the pleading was to no avail. He brushed away the salty tears welling up in his eyes, begging frantically.

            But the shark-haired shaman wasted his last breath. "I'm so sorry…" The body quite suddenly burst into brilliant white spirit flames, and Yoh jumped away from the heat. They slowly vaporized, and he ran back to the body. "Ren! …Ren! …Ren?" He ignored his shaking hands and anguished instincts. After all, Ren had died before. But… spirit flames. The body was deathly still and cold. He dragged his fingers against the pale skin, sliding the lids shut over frozen gold. "Ren…" His voice cracked as he turned away. He sobbed over the boy… the Chinese boy that had died with drying blood on his hands and stinging tears in his eyes. "Oh Ren…"

XxEnd of flashbackxX

            Of course, he was out of tears now. It was  strange how even the loudmouth ainu snowboarder was quiet as the grave. The grave… how funny. Must have been created by a human without a sixth sense. After all, the grave was usually a largely noisy place. Strange how the thought didn't make him smile. Yes, that's it. Strange…

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            The freezing wind tossed strands of hair around his face, billowing into and tearing at his jacket. It was so damn ice COLD. Never mind that the sun was large and steam rose from the street. He couldn't help but shiver in the frigid air. Why was he so cold when the others were all so warm? He guessed it had always been that way internally, but… Of course, the severe blood-loss could be it. He glared at the eternally growing puddle of said lost blood around him. The smell was really getting on his nerves; he hated it so much… so god damn MUCH! He groaned and drummed his fingers against the pavement, growling when someone walked though him to avoid the stream of blood falling into the sewer. He could just imagine a stupid western show shooting about the 'unexplained mystery of continuous blood' or something equally idiotic. He wished he could just leave this stupid spot. Fixed ghost indeed. Suddenly, he felt himself split into spirit flames. "Oy, what now? .U" He formed again near a familiar form. "… -.-U"

            Anna rose a delicate eyebrow. "How's life in heaven?"

            "I wouldn't know," he snapped, "Ask someone else."

            "Well, if you aren't there, why haven't you visited?"

            "Can't. Fixed."

            The second brow rose to meet the first, half-hidden beneath her bandana. "Really? Where?"

            "Place I died. Now if you don't mind…" She sighed and released the spell, returning him to his 'resting place.'

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            "Yoh, come here."

            "Yes ma'am," He strode towards her assuredly, and she instantly noticed his eyes were empty… dead. It was a common theme around him these days.

            "Yoh…go look for Ren, would you?"

            His fists curled, jaw clenching. "He's dead, remember?" He snorted and turned away, about to stride out again. After all, he didn't really need to listen to her anymore. No training was needed since he'd already won the 'contest,' and his parents had given up on the engagement. …Seeing as, of course, both were uninterested in the opposite gender. The world had healed, people were returning to nature, they recycled, used less, help more… He should have been ecstatic. But it didn't matter to him anymore. After all, why want a perfect world if there's no one to share it with?

            She growled animalistically, shooting him a look. "Do you think I don't know that? Do I look like an idiot to you? I'm an itako, remember? Anytime, anywhere. He says he's fixed to where he died." She turned away, stomping off. "Oh, and you're welcome." He just stared bleakly after her.

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            He sighed deeply, trudging alone. What kind of sick joke was it that Anna had played? The burnt restaurant had been emptier than ever. Glaring into thin air, he slunk towards the spot, his spot. The place on the street curb he went when he was alone and forlorn, where it was almost always quiet, where none would see him unhappy. Except that one time… with Ren… He started sighing again but bit his lip halfway through to stop himself. He walked aimlessly, until he noticed his feet were wet. Blinking, he looked down. …Blood? He shook his head and looked again. Apparently, it was still there. Surprising, ne? Not particularly. He tilted his head, hearing a steady dripping nearby. He turned his head cautiously, and his eyes widened. "…Ren?