Disclaimer: See chapters one through nine.
Thanks to. . .
Otaku Pitcher: I don't need an apology. You're like my best reviewer ('cause you were my first () and I know that things come up. I can't and don't expect you to be staring at the computer screen waiting refreshing it every five minutes waiting for my story to show up on the list. I'm glad you like my portrayal of Nuriko, though.
miLady: Putting her with Tasuki would be what most people would expect, wouldn't it? I thought about doing that when I first started this chapter but with the direction I wish to take with this story, it would be better to have her with Nuriko at the moment. Her and Tasuki will have their time, don't worry.
Me, Myself, and eye: Thanks!
Gokuchan15: Smack is confused. You left the same email address as the reviewer before you. Are you two the same person? Either way, I don't mean to sound mean but SHIRIKO may get mad if you refer to him as "Fido." You could have just said the dog. Sorry, but I dislike the whole "Fido" name for dogs. . .One of Smack's pet peeves I suppose.
Renee: What would you do? Hehe. Never mind, I understand. ;) Well, I'm not telling what they do.
Author's Note: Yea, I know this one took a while, too. But it's worth waiting for. Really! Well, the late beginning is blah but the rest is really important. Pay attention while reading or you'll regret it later. Plus, this is the longest chapter of the story (so far) so enjoy!
Chapter 15: Quality Time With Nuriko
You can only listen to the same CD so many times, (no matter how good it is), and after flipping through songs constantly for about an hour, I reached my limit on this one. My butt was sore from sitting for so long on such an uncomfortable surface and I was sick of being in this stupid cave. Plus, I think I have a rock up my ass. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. "Are the clothes dry yet?" I asked in an irritated voice, moving back towards the fire.
"I don't know, see for yourself. I'm not your servant," came the annoyed response.
I moved next to him and started to check on the clothes to see if they were dried. "Well, your shirt is. My stuff is almost dry but if I leave it over the fire for much longer, it will probably shrink." I threw him his shirt and pulled mine over my head.
"Thanks." 'Well, he's a sociable one. Wait, I forgot that he hates me,' I thought as I pulled the jeans Miaka gave me back on.
A couple more minutes of silence went by and my mind felt like it was going to explode. The silence was getting to it. It needed to talk. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, taking a seat next to him.
"Nothing, really. I'm just thinking," he answered. He gave me a suspicious look and I realized how close I was to him. "If you're trying to seduce me so you can control me like all the other guys in our group you should stop now." 'Seduce you! I'm just trying to talk to you!' my mind yelled.
I didn't move but gave him a hurt look. "Me seduce you?" My look changed to a mocking one. "You're gay, remember? If I were seducing anyone, my efforts would be pointless on you. Unless, of course, I was trying to see how long it takes for a gay guy to go straight when stuck alone on an island with a girl. Then again, it would a great survivor show. 'Gay Guy on Island With Girl: How long will he last?'" I retorted, knowing he wouldn't know what a survival show is. I laughed a little at his confusion.
I guess he decided that the survivor show comment wasn't worth trying to figure out and gave me a look of pure hatred. "You have no idea why I am the way I am," he finally said.
"No I don't. Enlighten me."
"You don't deserve to hear this."
'Uh, ok? Now what'd I get myself into?' "Ok then. If you don't want to tell me or I'm not 'worthy' or whatever, don't tell me. I'm sure I can survive without hearing your life story just like you can survive without hearing mine." He glared and at me and I began to think that maybe he was serious. 'Maybe he has a good reason. I should give him a break.' "Look, Nuriko, I'm sorry. I'll listen if you want me to. I'm just used to us not getting along so I kept my sarcasm on."
(A/N: Yea, I know you know what's coming. Feel free to skim over it if you want. Again, I'm not sure if I got this perfect but work with me, ok?)
He sighed. "I understand. I guess I can tell you. I wasn't always a cross dresser. I had a younger sister, Kourin. We looked so much alike, people thought we were twins." He paused for a second. 'On God. . .not another sad story! I'm not good at the sympathy thing! I'm all out of nice things to say!' "She used to follow me everywhere, always wanting to be with me. One day, I walking in the market and she called after me to wait up. I turned around and saw her run across the road. She was run over by a horse. She died immediately. I couldn't accept her death. My parents told me that she was gone and to forget about her but I just couldn't. I started wearing her clothes. I thought that I could continue her life, somehow." He stopped and I guessed that he was finished.
"I'm sorry Nuriko. I had no idea." 'Well, of course you didn't. You really suck at this, don't you?' a voice in my head said. I never heard that one before. I ignored it for now. I was supposed to be making Nuriko feel better, not getting more proof that I'm clinically insane. "I only called you that because you called me a slut so I had to think of a name as good to call you. I won't do it again, though," I promised. 'That was pathetic,' the voice from before said. 'Who are you?' I asked it but got no response. 'That's it. . .I am officially insane.'
"I know you aren't a slut. I was just calling you that because I didn't want them to trust you right away. Sometimes Miaka trusts people too easily," he replied. 'Got that right,' it continued. 'It's pathetic the way the priestesses are chosen nowadays. It's like anyone can come in and become a priestess. Sad and pathetic.'
"Wanna call a truce? Our fighting is pretty much fighting since I understand why you are the way you are and you don't actually think I'm a slut. Tell you what; I won't call you a gay cross dresser if you don't spread lies about me. Deal?"
"Ok." We shook on it.
"We're really going to throw them off when we get back. They probably expect one of us to be dead or unconscious when they find us," I joked. We laughed but didn't have long to because a bolt of lightening hit the roof of the cave. 'I'd leave if I were you.' "Run!!!" I yelled.
Ok, so there really weren't all that many places to run. We managed to escape without getting hit by any renegade rocks from the ceiling but were stuck back out in the rain. The waves were starting to surge up on the small path that was clear. A huge wave soared over me and swept me off the edge. I was caught by surprise and tried to yell for help. As I opened my mouth, I felt my throat and lungs fill with water. I shut my eyes. Something grabbed my arm as my mind slipped away.
I sensed the water disappear around me and opened my eyes to see why. I was floating through a clear, blue liquid under a sunny sky. It looked like the Caribbean Sea. I heard murmured voices but I didn't want to reply or listen. I simply wanted to lay back and float in this beautiful world. I didn't want to leave but one thing was troubling my mind and disturbing my otherwise tranquil state: how did I get here? Am I dead? These questions troubled me. I heard more voices but my mind was tuning them out. It didn't want to hear them. They sounded sad. I didn't want to be sad. I was content. I felt a strong urge direct me out into the water. "I like it here. I don't want to move. Why should I?" I asked the invisible force. I started to feel warm.
"It's not your time. You must go back to reality. You cannot stay here for you have not fulfilled your purpose yet," a male voice answered. It sounded just like the one that had been mocking me when I was talking to Nuriko. 'Nuriko. . .I wonder if he got out of the cave ok.'
"Wait a sec. . . What the hell is going on? Are you God or something? And what do you mean 'fulfill my purpose?' Do you mean destiny?" I questioned as I. The urge to go out into the water was getting stronger.
He laughed at me. An invisible voice just laughed at me! Have I really sunk this low? Insanity sucks. "No, no I'm not God. Not the one you're talking about anyway. I'm afraid I can't answer your other questions at this time," he replied. 'Damn unhelpful disembodied voices. They stab ya in the back every time.' I felt the warmness go away and knew I was left alone.
"Yea, that's real helpful! You want me to go back to reality and you won't even tell me how!" I yelled into the emptiness. The water was starting to get cold and the sunny sky was turning dark and stormy. I wasn't sure I wanted to stay here anymore.
"You have to want to go back. Do you want to?" the voice asked.
"Sure, why not."
"No! You have to actually want to! And hurry! You're running out of time!"
'Running out of time? That doesn't sound good.' What was once a calm clear sea was now a stormy typhoon. "Ok, ok! I want to go back! Just get me outta this place! NOW!" I yelled. I closed my eyes to avoid being hit in the face with a wave but it never came. I felt a jolt go through my body and opened my eyes, hesitantly, one at a time. I was back in my room on the boat. How that happened. . .I had no idea. 'I'm alive!' I thought with joy. 'But I'm only wearing my underwear. What's going on?'
I looked around the room. It appeared to be empty so I got out of bed. I felt a little dizzy so I sat back down. I tried to grab my bag but couldn't quite reach. "Augh! This sucks! I can't even reach my bag!" I complained.
I heard a rustling on the bunk above me. "Huh? Who's in here?" a low, growly voice I immediately recognized asked.
"Well, this is my room," I replied. I saw a head look down from the top bunk. 'Tasuki! Wait. . .he's here. . .why?' I grabbed a blanket and pulled it around me. "I still have to get some clothes on. Ya mind turning around?"
He blushed and obediently turned around. "Sorry 'bout that." I hesitantly made for my bag and grabbed the clothes that I had been wearing before my little "accident" over the ship. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him start to turn around. 'Typical guy.'
"No peeking! Have some decency," I yelled. I pulled on my pants, shirt and sweatshirt. 'I think he's seen enough skin for now plus I'm cold. I still want to know why he was in here when I'm just in my underwear. That has me a little freaked out.' "All right, o inpatient one. I'm done."
Tasuki got off the bed and looked at me kind of funny. 'Damn fuckin pervert.' "I'm glad you're finally up," he said. 'Yea sure ya are.' I don't know if almost dying made me a little irritable but I was not in a mood to be nice to him.
"How long have I been laying there?" I asked.
"Just about two days. They thought you'd never wake up," he answered. "We'll arrive tomorrow morning, though."
"Two days?!?" I exclaimed. 'It felt like ten minutes to me.' The fact astounded me but I soon recovered from shock and decided to address the other matter at hand. "What exactly were you doing in here, anyway? Last I checked this was mine and Miaka's room, not yours." I looked at him suspiciously. He had been alone in here for who knows how long with me while I was separated from my body. God only knows what he was doing while I was "unconscious."
"S. . .sit. . .sitting. I was just sitting," he answered slowly. 'Yea, that wasn't suspicious,' I thought with disgust.
"Don't you have your own room to sit in? And why were you on Miaka's bed?"
"Yours was taken." I just looked at him, my face frozen in an unmistakable expression of shock, jaw dropped. "I was just kidding! Ever sine you've been 'gone' I haven't had a moments peace. Everybody was asking me how I felt and if I needed a hug and shit like that. I just needed a place where I could sit and get away from everyone," he quickly covered from himself. I still was a little shocked from the "yours was taken" comment but at least my face was responding again.
"Stop lying to the poor girl, Tasuki. She was out for two days and you still lie to her!" a feminine sounding voice said from the doorway. "We all know that you were waiting for her to wake up since you found us and how worried you've been. Just tell the girl the truth."
"Nuriko! I'm so glad to see you!" I said over emotionally. I had to do something to mess with Tasuki's head after he lied to me. "Don't tell me Tasuki the fearless bandit was worried about little old me?" I added, watching Tasuki's expression carefully.
"Nice to see you too Yume," he greeted, a little surprised. "And yes, he was actually worried about you."
"I was only worried because if you died it would sort of be my fault. I just wanted a clear conscious and now that I know that you're ok, it's fine," he scoffed. "So I don't have to stay here anymore." He left the room, leaving me with Nuriko.
"Thanks for saving me Nuriko."
"No problem. I couldn't just you die, now could I?"
I laughed a little at that remark. "I suppose not. But what happened after I went into my little coma?"
"I grabbed your arm just as you went under but had a little trouble pulling you back on the island. When I did finally get you up, you wouldn't respond. I thought you might be dead. Help soon came and even Mitsukake couldn't heal you. You said something about your spirit not being with your body and that all we could to help was wait," Nuriko answered. "We were right, though. One of the Seiryuu Seven caused the storm. A woman named Soi, actually."
"Huh. Go figure. Anyway, I want to go check on Shiriko. I miss him."
"All right then, see you around." We both left the room. 'And I still don't know how I ended up in my underwear. I guess they didn't fell like giving me some clothes once I got back on board. They probably preferred me like that,' I thought as I walked to Shiriko's "room."
Author's Note:
Smack: Phew! That was a long chapter, huh? Well. . .longer than I normally write. So, was it worth the wait? I hope so cause if not then I don't know what to tell you.
Kim: Tell them that it's too bad.
Smack: Kim! What are you doing here? This is my fic!
Kim: So?
Smack: So?!? So leave!
Kim: ::smirking:: Is that any way to treat your friends?
Smack: ((getting angry) Grr. . .Kim you are not my friend! Oh well, make yourself useful and give them the preview of the next chapter, ok?
Kim: ::sighs:: Fine. . .
"Ok, now I know something is up. What's so weird about mediating that you guys have to act all covert and stuff?" I asked, glancing at them suspiciously.
"Remember what we were talking about before we got on the boat? When it's time for you to know, you will, you know?" Chichiri "answered."
Kim: Nice quote Smack. Buh-bye everyone. See you all in another fic and website! ::disappears into Chichiri's hat::
Smack: Sorry about her, you guys. Hopefully she won't come back. Until next time! ::follows Kim::
Thanks to. . .
Otaku Pitcher: I don't need an apology. You're like my best reviewer ('cause you were my first () and I know that things come up. I can't and don't expect you to be staring at the computer screen waiting refreshing it every five minutes waiting for my story to show up on the list. I'm glad you like my portrayal of Nuriko, though.
miLady: Putting her with Tasuki would be what most people would expect, wouldn't it? I thought about doing that when I first started this chapter but with the direction I wish to take with this story, it would be better to have her with Nuriko at the moment. Her and Tasuki will have their time, don't worry.
Me, Myself, and eye: Thanks!
Gokuchan15: Smack is confused. You left the same email address as the reviewer before you. Are you two the same person? Either way, I don't mean to sound mean but SHIRIKO may get mad if you refer to him as "Fido." You could have just said the dog. Sorry, but I dislike the whole "Fido" name for dogs. . .One of Smack's pet peeves I suppose.
Renee: What would you do? Hehe. Never mind, I understand. ;) Well, I'm not telling what they do.
Author's Note: Yea, I know this one took a while, too. But it's worth waiting for. Really! Well, the late beginning is blah but the rest is really important. Pay attention while reading or you'll regret it later. Plus, this is the longest chapter of the story (so far) so enjoy!
Chapter 15: Quality Time With Nuriko
You can only listen to the same CD so many times, (no matter how good it is), and after flipping through songs constantly for about an hour, I reached my limit on this one. My butt was sore from sitting for so long on such an uncomfortable surface and I was sick of being in this stupid cave. Plus, I think I have a rock up my ass. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. "Are the clothes dry yet?" I asked in an irritated voice, moving back towards the fire.
"I don't know, see for yourself. I'm not your servant," came the annoyed response.
I moved next to him and started to check on the clothes to see if they were dried. "Well, your shirt is. My stuff is almost dry but if I leave it over the fire for much longer, it will probably shrink." I threw him his shirt and pulled mine over my head.
"Thanks." 'Well, he's a sociable one. Wait, I forgot that he hates me,' I thought as I pulled the jeans Miaka gave me back on.
A couple more minutes of silence went by and my mind felt like it was going to explode. The silence was getting to it. It needed to talk. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, taking a seat next to him.
"Nothing, really. I'm just thinking," he answered. He gave me a suspicious look and I realized how close I was to him. "If you're trying to seduce me so you can control me like all the other guys in our group you should stop now." 'Seduce you! I'm just trying to talk to you!' my mind yelled.
I didn't move but gave him a hurt look. "Me seduce you?" My look changed to a mocking one. "You're gay, remember? If I were seducing anyone, my efforts would be pointless on you. Unless, of course, I was trying to see how long it takes for a gay guy to go straight when stuck alone on an island with a girl. Then again, it would a great survivor show. 'Gay Guy on Island With Girl: How long will he last?'" I retorted, knowing he wouldn't know what a survival show is. I laughed a little at his confusion.
I guess he decided that the survivor show comment wasn't worth trying to figure out and gave me a look of pure hatred. "You have no idea why I am the way I am," he finally said.
"No I don't. Enlighten me."
"You don't deserve to hear this."
'Uh, ok? Now what'd I get myself into?' "Ok then. If you don't want to tell me or I'm not 'worthy' or whatever, don't tell me. I'm sure I can survive without hearing your life story just like you can survive without hearing mine." He glared and at me and I began to think that maybe he was serious. 'Maybe he has a good reason. I should give him a break.' "Look, Nuriko, I'm sorry. I'll listen if you want me to. I'm just used to us not getting along so I kept my sarcasm on."
(A/N: Yea, I know you know what's coming. Feel free to skim over it if you want. Again, I'm not sure if I got this perfect but work with me, ok?)
He sighed. "I understand. I guess I can tell you. I wasn't always a cross dresser. I had a younger sister, Kourin. We looked so much alike, people thought we were twins." He paused for a second. 'On God. . .not another sad story! I'm not good at the sympathy thing! I'm all out of nice things to say!' "She used to follow me everywhere, always wanting to be with me. One day, I walking in the market and she called after me to wait up. I turned around and saw her run across the road. She was run over by a horse. She died immediately. I couldn't accept her death. My parents told me that she was gone and to forget about her but I just couldn't. I started wearing her clothes. I thought that I could continue her life, somehow." He stopped and I guessed that he was finished.
"I'm sorry Nuriko. I had no idea." 'Well, of course you didn't. You really suck at this, don't you?' a voice in my head said. I never heard that one before. I ignored it for now. I was supposed to be making Nuriko feel better, not getting more proof that I'm clinically insane. "I only called you that because you called me a slut so I had to think of a name as good to call you. I won't do it again, though," I promised. 'That was pathetic,' the voice from before said. 'Who are you?' I asked it but got no response. 'That's it. . .I am officially insane.'
"I know you aren't a slut. I was just calling you that because I didn't want them to trust you right away. Sometimes Miaka trusts people too easily," he replied. 'Got that right,' it continued. 'It's pathetic the way the priestesses are chosen nowadays. It's like anyone can come in and become a priestess. Sad and pathetic.'
"Wanna call a truce? Our fighting is pretty much fighting since I understand why you are the way you are and you don't actually think I'm a slut. Tell you what; I won't call you a gay cross dresser if you don't spread lies about me. Deal?"
"Ok." We shook on it.
"We're really going to throw them off when we get back. They probably expect one of us to be dead or unconscious when they find us," I joked. We laughed but didn't have long to because a bolt of lightening hit the roof of the cave. 'I'd leave if I were you.' "Run!!!" I yelled.
Ok, so there really weren't all that many places to run. We managed to escape without getting hit by any renegade rocks from the ceiling but were stuck back out in the rain. The waves were starting to surge up on the small path that was clear. A huge wave soared over me and swept me off the edge. I was caught by surprise and tried to yell for help. As I opened my mouth, I felt my throat and lungs fill with water. I shut my eyes. Something grabbed my arm as my mind slipped away.
I sensed the water disappear around me and opened my eyes to see why. I was floating through a clear, blue liquid under a sunny sky. It looked like the Caribbean Sea. I heard murmured voices but I didn't want to reply or listen. I simply wanted to lay back and float in this beautiful world. I didn't want to leave but one thing was troubling my mind and disturbing my otherwise tranquil state: how did I get here? Am I dead? These questions troubled me. I heard more voices but my mind was tuning them out. It didn't want to hear them. They sounded sad. I didn't want to be sad. I was content. I felt a strong urge direct me out into the water. "I like it here. I don't want to move. Why should I?" I asked the invisible force. I started to feel warm.
"It's not your time. You must go back to reality. You cannot stay here for you have not fulfilled your purpose yet," a male voice answered. It sounded just like the one that had been mocking me when I was talking to Nuriko. 'Nuriko. . .I wonder if he got out of the cave ok.'
"Wait a sec. . . What the hell is going on? Are you God or something? And what do you mean 'fulfill my purpose?' Do you mean destiny?" I questioned as I. The urge to go out into the water was getting stronger.
He laughed at me. An invisible voice just laughed at me! Have I really sunk this low? Insanity sucks. "No, no I'm not God. Not the one you're talking about anyway. I'm afraid I can't answer your other questions at this time," he replied. 'Damn unhelpful disembodied voices. They stab ya in the back every time.' I felt the warmness go away and knew I was left alone.
"Yea, that's real helpful! You want me to go back to reality and you won't even tell me how!" I yelled into the emptiness. The water was starting to get cold and the sunny sky was turning dark and stormy. I wasn't sure I wanted to stay here anymore.
"You have to want to go back. Do you want to?" the voice asked.
"Sure, why not."
"No! You have to actually want to! And hurry! You're running out of time!"
'Running out of time? That doesn't sound good.' What was once a calm clear sea was now a stormy typhoon. "Ok, ok! I want to go back! Just get me outta this place! NOW!" I yelled. I closed my eyes to avoid being hit in the face with a wave but it never came. I felt a jolt go through my body and opened my eyes, hesitantly, one at a time. I was back in my room on the boat. How that happened. . .I had no idea. 'I'm alive!' I thought with joy. 'But I'm only wearing my underwear. What's going on?'
I looked around the room. It appeared to be empty so I got out of bed. I felt a little dizzy so I sat back down. I tried to grab my bag but couldn't quite reach. "Augh! This sucks! I can't even reach my bag!" I complained.
I heard a rustling on the bunk above me. "Huh? Who's in here?" a low, growly voice I immediately recognized asked.
"Well, this is my room," I replied. I saw a head look down from the top bunk. 'Tasuki! Wait. . .he's here. . .why?' I grabbed a blanket and pulled it around me. "I still have to get some clothes on. Ya mind turning around?"
He blushed and obediently turned around. "Sorry 'bout that." I hesitantly made for my bag and grabbed the clothes that I had been wearing before my little "accident" over the ship. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him start to turn around. 'Typical guy.'
"No peeking! Have some decency," I yelled. I pulled on my pants, shirt and sweatshirt. 'I think he's seen enough skin for now plus I'm cold. I still want to know why he was in here when I'm just in my underwear. That has me a little freaked out.' "All right, o inpatient one. I'm done."
Tasuki got off the bed and looked at me kind of funny. 'Damn fuckin pervert.' "I'm glad you're finally up," he said. 'Yea sure ya are.' I don't know if almost dying made me a little irritable but I was not in a mood to be nice to him.
"How long have I been laying there?" I asked.
"Just about two days. They thought you'd never wake up," he answered. "We'll arrive tomorrow morning, though."
"Two days?!?" I exclaimed. 'It felt like ten minutes to me.' The fact astounded me but I soon recovered from shock and decided to address the other matter at hand. "What exactly were you doing in here, anyway? Last I checked this was mine and Miaka's room, not yours." I looked at him suspiciously. He had been alone in here for who knows how long with me while I was separated from my body. God only knows what he was doing while I was "unconscious."
"S. . .sit. . .sitting. I was just sitting," he answered slowly. 'Yea, that wasn't suspicious,' I thought with disgust.
"Don't you have your own room to sit in? And why were you on Miaka's bed?"
"Yours was taken." I just looked at him, my face frozen in an unmistakable expression of shock, jaw dropped. "I was just kidding! Ever sine you've been 'gone' I haven't had a moments peace. Everybody was asking me how I felt and if I needed a hug and shit like that. I just needed a place where I could sit and get away from everyone," he quickly covered from himself. I still was a little shocked from the "yours was taken" comment but at least my face was responding again.
"Stop lying to the poor girl, Tasuki. She was out for two days and you still lie to her!" a feminine sounding voice said from the doorway. "We all know that you were waiting for her to wake up since you found us and how worried you've been. Just tell the girl the truth."
"Nuriko! I'm so glad to see you!" I said over emotionally. I had to do something to mess with Tasuki's head after he lied to me. "Don't tell me Tasuki the fearless bandit was worried about little old me?" I added, watching Tasuki's expression carefully.
"Nice to see you too Yume," he greeted, a little surprised. "And yes, he was actually worried about you."
"I was only worried because if you died it would sort of be my fault. I just wanted a clear conscious and now that I know that you're ok, it's fine," he scoffed. "So I don't have to stay here anymore." He left the room, leaving me with Nuriko.
"Thanks for saving me Nuriko."
"No problem. I couldn't just you die, now could I?"
I laughed a little at that remark. "I suppose not. But what happened after I went into my little coma?"
"I grabbed your arm just as you went under but had a little trouble pulling you back on the island. When I did finally get you up, you wouldn't respond. I thought you might be dead. Help soon came and even Mitsukake couldn't heal you. You said something about your spirit not being with your body and that all we could to help was wait," Nuriko answered. "We were right, though. One of the Seiryuu Seven caused the storm. A woman named Soi, actually."
"Huh. Go figure. Anyway, I want to go check on Shiriko. I miss him."
"All right then, see you around." We both left the room. 'And I still don't know how I ended up in my underwear. I guess they didn't fell like giving me some clothes once I got back on board. They probably preferred me like that,' I thought as I walked to Shiriko's "room."
Author's Note:
Smack: Phew! That was a long chapter, huh? Well. . .longer than I normally write. So, was it worth the wait? I hope so cause if not then I don't know what to tell you.
Kim: Tell them that it's too bad.
Smack: Kim! What are you doing here? This is my fic!
Kim: So?
Smack: So?!? So leave!
Kim: ::smirking:: Is that any way to treat your friends?
Smack: ((getting angry) Grr. . .Kim you are not my friend! Oh well, make yourself useful and give them the preview of the next chapter, ok?
Kim: ::sighs:: Fine. . .
"Ok, now I know something is up. What's so weird about mediating that you guys have to act all covert and stuff?" I asked, glancing at them suspiciously.
"Remember what we were talking about before we got on the boat? When it's time for you to know, you will, you know?" Chichiri "answered."
Kim: Nice quote Smack. Buh-bye everyone. See you all in another fic and website! ::disappears into Chichiri's hat::
Smack: Sorry about her, you guys. Hopefully she won't come back. Until next time! ::follows Kim::