I had no idea he would do that. And that isn't the nothing it would be to most people. When I'm in my right mind, I'm a fairly good judge of character. Not the best, by any means, but I can tell how far most people are willing to go for a complete or almost-complete stranger (namely, myself).
And I would never in a thousand years have guessed that Shinomiri Aoshi would do what he had just done.
I'm not complaining, not really – I appreciate the gesture. Ironically enough, I've always hated being alone – one of the reasons the past ten years (until recently) have been hell for me. But I never sought out company, because I've always hated other people more.
And I'm perfectly aware of how mean that sounds. I don't care. On average, I can't stand people – I can't stand their questions, their falsity, their selfishness, their sickening, pathetic eagerness …
Human beings, with a few exceptions, disgust me. Beyond those few exceptions, I have seen nothing to change my opinion.
But Shinomiri Aoshi doesn't, and so I appreciate his presence. I just … can't understand why he would just suddenly decide to transfer sleeping quarters, just to keep a bitter, homeless artist-turned-journalist company.
It's long after dark, and I'm still awake. I think he is too, but I'm not sure. I'm looking at him now, flat on my back with my head turned to the side, as if by staring at his prone form I'll be able to understand the mysteries of life.
Fuck what he said about understanding.
I don't have a clue what he's thinking.
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Heeheeheeheeheeeee …. Poor Katsu. So confwused. (purposeful misspelling, there). And just a tad bitter. Only a tad, though. And let's see … today's Monday … woo-hoo! Remember what I said about Misao finding out Katsu's gay? Well, that's going to happen really soon now. Like, within the week. And by that I mean actually within the week, as in, before the week is over, not the day the week is over.
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And I can't help it, I still crack up laughing every time I go over that scene in my head. (And when I laugh at my own writing, you know you should be afraid.)
Now, reviews for 26:
Kuroyousei: THANK YOU. You have no idea how much of a relief your review was – I was completely terrified I'd written him so OOC as to be nigh unrecognizable. You're right – nothing even remotely citrus-like comes out of this *pouts*. Darn.
Nicky: Thanks for the review … and actually, I'm finding that this chapter's growing on me. That's really, really strange, because if I write something and I'm sort of unsatisfied with it, usually by the next time I read it, it completely disgusts me. *shrug* Whatever. And Kuroyousei does rock – it's really funny, because she was one of my absolute favorite writers before I even started writing RK fanfics, and now she's actually reviewing, and liking my stories. I still get kinda giddy whenever I think about that for too long. Like now. Heheheh.
God, I'm in so much shock like you wouldn't believe.
And for 27:
Kuroyousei: Aww! You're leaving? I'll miss you (and your daily ego-boostings). And yeah, poor Misao. She's still kinda got it in her subconscious that Aoshi could still love her like that (sixteen years is hard to get rid of on short notice), even though she doesn't really realize it. I'm gonna have to break her heart before this is over … which is sad because I like Misao. But then I'll put it back together again, so I guess it's all good. I'll do my very best to produce A+-deserving chapters while you're gone, then (even though you've probably already left as I'm writing this). Hope you like them.