I'm baaaaaaaaacccckkkk (insert creepy/annoying music)!!!
Now that I'm done with that...-.-;;
Yes I'm back. I can hear the crowds cheering!!...Ehehehe...TT
But seriously..I'm going to try to put an extreme effort into updating at an extremely dangerous pace, most likely resulting in CTS. Wish me luck!
So while my computer was in the shop I began to daydream and think up a series of twisted plots involving magical creepy faires, controlling governments, disturbing psychos, surprising pasts and chocolate. Wow. And, to the horror of many around me, I'm planning on starting them and taking the ideas in my warped mind and typing them up! Yay! .;;
So much more updates to (hopefully) be expected in the near future (knock on wood) OO;;
Thanks to all who have waited for me to return from the fiery depths of hell! Let's continue, shall we? =)
On Golden Wings
Chapter 2: Those Amber Eyes
"Goooood morning Tokyo! Rise and Shine! It's 6:32 of the a.m., weather and traffic to come up next, but first let's start your day off with some music. You're listening to-"
The talking man was cut short as Kagome's finger roughly jabbed the 'off' button. She stood, indecisive, in the middle of her room as she weighed her options.
'Bed? Or shower..?'
Her eyes drifted to her soft, warm bed, staring hungrily.
'Bed?'
But on the other hand she couldn't be late...and the hot water was tempting.
'Or shower..?'
She continued to stand in the room, her quest to silence the alarm clock bringing her out of bed, so she could whack it from its spot on her shelf.
With a heavy sigh she shuffled her feet to the bathroom, successfully wasting five minutes through careful deliberation. Entering the small room, she sat down on the edge of the tub and twisted on the knobs, the calm sound of rushing water soothing her. It was something that always seemed to calm her down.
When the water was the right temperature, she pulled a small knob protruding from the faucet upwards, and pulled the curtains to prevent and spray. She quickly exited the bathroom, and headed down the main hallway to the closet. Her bare feet shuffled on the plush carpet, as she grabbed two new towels, for her hair and body respectively, and returned to the bathroom.
As she closed the door behind her, she quickly slipped out of her night clothes and into the steaming water. Her body shivered upon contact, as a heavenly sigh excaped her lips. Her eyes closed, relaxed, as she began to scrub herself clean.
Kagome worked as a professor at one of the nearby universities, specializing in Science. For the past year she had seen all, heard all, and lived all but in the end she wouldn't trade it for a thing. This year would be the second anniversary of her arrival, and the thought of it brought a smile to her face.
She grabbed her body scrub, and popped the lid, squeezing small amounts onto her arms, rubbing it in. The soothing smell of tangerine floated around her as she felt her body charge. Oh, how she loved her body scrubs. Applying shampoo to her hair, she scrubbed vigorously, massaging her scalp. Her stomach growled absently and the smallest of frowns crossed her face. It quickly passed, though, as she realized 'Roku was doing the breakfast runs this morning.
Ah yes, Miroku, or as she lovingly called him, "'Roku". He had been one of the first to welcome her with open arms, and had turned out to be one of her greatest friends. Well, actually, more like the older brother she never had. He was quirky, energetic, caring and perverted. Hey, you can't have everything. But she loved him the way he was. Although sometimes to her colleagues' dismay.
After rinsing her hair and making sure all suds were gone, she turned off the water regrettingly, as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towl around her body. She flipped her head over and grabbed her hair towel, bringing it to her scalp and rubbing her hair, drawing some moisture out.
Flipping her hair up again, she dropped the towel on the toilet as she secured the one around her body. She brushed her hair out, and finger-combed it lightly, as she reached under her cabinet for her hair dryer. Plugging it in, she wiped the mirror of the thin layer of moisture with the back of her arm, as she flipped the on switch. The warm air tingled her skin, giving her goosebumps as she tossed her hair back and forth into the heat.
Seven minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, and put on her underwears. Slipping into some pantyhose, she walked to her personal closet, opened the door, and viewed her choices.
'Hmm...black, black, ooh, grey!..and black. Oh, wait!'
Turning around she walked to the chair in the corner of her room, where her new suit lay untouched in its wrapper. Beaming, she took of the plastic sheet, cut the tags, and slipped into her outfit.
It consisted of three pieces, a blouse, a skirt and a jacket. The blouse was a plain white colour, but accented the other two pieces fairly well. She left the top few buttons open to reveal some skin, but not enough so it wasn't proper. The collar had a sewed pattern of flora and vines, making a beautiful design on the otherwise plain blouse, the edges folded down atop the jacket's. The skirt was a tan colour, a straight pencil fashion, but stunning on her none-the-less. The jacket was in a matching colour, with small pockets on the side. The buttons were white, but dulled so as to not contrast the soft tones of the suit. It fit her snugly, accenting her curves, but still giving her enough room to move freely.
She ran her fingers through her hair once more, before pulling it up into a loose ponytail, her bangs and unruly pieces of hair falling to frame her face. She wasn't a big fan of make-up, other than the occasional light eyeliner or concealer. Adding a nude gloss to her lips, she stood back and smoothed the invisble wrinkles in her skirt. After switching angles and giving an approving nod, she walked to her dresser to add the final touch.
Returning to the mirror, her fingers opened the catch, and secured her locket around her neck. Her hands drifted down on either side of her head slowly, as she watched her reflection. Her right hand paused, two fingers resting lightly on the silver heart as her eyes softened.
She shook her head, and smiled, glad with what she saw. The suit made her look more mature, and frankly, she looked like she could kick ass. She smiled again.
Walking to the bathroom, she unplugged the hair dryer and stuck it under the counter. Brushing her teeth, she rinsed her brush off before exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Walking to the doorway, she paused at the shoe rack to grab her tan heels. She had had them for much longer than her suit, but they were in fairly decent condition and she loved them.
As she balanced on one foot, she started hopping slightly and lost her balance.
"Woah.."
She started hopping in circle-like motions, one hand stuck to her shoe, the other flailing around wildly. In one fluid motion, she jumped, landed on her heel the wrong way, and began to fly backwards. Her head hit the wall lightly, as her rump came crashing to the floor. She was lucky, though. The shoe rack broke her fall. Wait, the shoe rack?!
"No-o-o..." she moaned, as she picked up the little wooden pieces, "I just got this one too...I hope I can still return it."
Sighing, she rose to her feet. Brushing herself off, and finally slipping into her other shoe, she grabbed her briefcase and her keys as she walked out the door, locking it behind her, and to the elevator.
Truth be told, she had always been sort of a klutz. Every now and then she would slip, or walk into something, but she usually managed to avoid the catastrophic. 'Roku said that she was blessed, but she waved it off saying that she had nearly killed herself a couple of times already. It was true, though, and all her life one particular time had, and would continue to be, stuck to her memory. But no matter.
The doors dinged as she stopped at the main floor. Walking out the door as more filtered in, she headed out the front to wait for her ride. She needn't wait long, for her friend was usually punctual, more so than her, and she was there within a minute.
The blue Saturn pulled around the corner and into the apartment's driveway. She smiled as she walked to the passenger side, opening the door and sliding in.
"Hey Kags! New suit, huh? I like it, it looks really good on you," the brunette commented.
Kagome flashed her a smile, as her head went back to her lap as she buckled herself in. "Yeah, I just got it yesterday. I needed some variety from the usual black and white. I was lacking color, ya' know?"
The brunette, Sango, nodded her head as she signaled a lane change and pulled out of the driveway onto the side street.
"I think I'm way overdue for some self spoiling, but I just don't have the time anymore," she commented with a slight smile.
Kagome game a small smile as she sat watching the trees fly by out the window. Her elbow held up her head, propped up against the inside of the door, as she sighed. Thank the Gods for her friends, they know how lost she would be without them.
Her childhood had been one less than perfect. Her father had died when she was at a young age, leaving her mother to support her, her baby brother Sota and her grandpa. It had been a tough struggle, and it took them awhile until they fell into a routine that had most likely saved their lives. Having something to do had helped distract them from the grief of their loss, and served as a purpose for living to the next day.
But the worst part about her childhood had been the loneliness. The rejection, teasing and bullying that came from the everyday school experience. As a child she had been extremely clumsy and accident prone, often resulting in the seemingly harmless verbal attacks. But when she would have to stand and read, or would be put on the spot, everybody would stare at her, watching, waiting for her to make a mistake. She would grow nervous and would stutter or stumble over her words which would result in the class erupting in a chorus of laughter. No-one knew how hard and deep the sounds cut her, leaving eternal scars on her soul, imprinted into who she was.
And, ironically enough, she now taught in one. But her rough and rocky past had inspired her in a way to help others cope with their problems, and over the past year she had become someone that the students knew they could talk to about anything with complete honesty and trust, knowing she wouldn't betray their confessions to the public.
A rough bump in the road brought her flying back to reality as the entire car shook. Her elbow slipped, and her forehead came crashing down on the car door as it connected with a painful thud. She moaned in pain as Sango cursed softly beside her.
"Damn potholes...Sorry Kags, I didn't see that one," she apologized, a hesitant smile on her face.
Kagome was quick to reassure her that she was fine, as she giggled softly despite her pain. She could feel the pressure behind her eyes forming already and knew she was in for one hell of a headache.
Soon enough they were at the campus, and Sango pulled into her reserved parking space. Kagome could recognize Miroku's car a few spaces down, and her stomach rumbled in anticipation. She blushed lightly as she retrieved her bag, and walked with Sango to the front door.
They made light conversation, a few laughs here and there as they approached the staff room. Sango reached for the handle and pushed it downward, and moved forward into the room holding the door open for Kagome. She smiled and nodded, as she entered the room. As soon as she did, the smell of warm danishes and other fattening pastries filled her nose. Sango apparantly smelled it too, and Kagome could see her trying to restrain from drooling.
"Something smells good," she whispered, and Kagome nodded. Following their noses, they turned the corner to find Miroku sitting on the couch munching on a strawberry danish. Kagome made a mad dash for the goods, as Sango sat down on the couch as far away from Miroku as possible. Kagome rolled her eyes as she plucked a cinnamon danish from the group, and sat down between them, knowing Miroku wouldn't dare try anything on her.
"Hey 'Roku," she smiled and he gave a small smile in response, his eyes glued to the small television suspened in the corner across them. "What'cha watching?"
"Jerry, what else?" He managed to say, before returning all attention to the violent, cussing couple on the screen.
Kagome and Sango sighed simultaneously, and Kagome's fingers itched for the control. She hated watching these shows, expecially early in the morning, and she didn't know if she could stomach it.
Her hand silently crawled to the converter between Miroku and herself, as she tried not to draw his attention to her actions. Although it didn't seem she could if she tried, considering how engrossed he was with the show.
Her finger brushed it, as she quietly grabbed it, and brought it back to her body slowly. She was about to take a bite of her danish, when Jerry spoke to the audience.
"Coming up after the commercial break, women who dressed like men who dressed like women to get back at their newly-revealed gay lovers. Stay tu-"
Kagome abruptly changed the channel and took a bite of her 'healthy' breakfast, ignoring Miroku's whine of complaint.
"Oh come on, it was just getting good too!"
She shrugged nonchalantly and channel surfed for a bit before forking over the converter to Sango, who failed to find anything of interest either. Eventually they turned the television off altogether and sat in a cofortable silence eating their breakfast.
"Thanks for the danishes 'Roku," Kagome spoke inbetween bites.
"No prob Kags," he shrugged, and continued to munch on his danish.
She attempted to make conversation a few more times, but could sense some bad vibes between the Sango and him, so eventually she gave up. She had to get to her class anyway, there was roughly ten minutes until first bell. She brushed her hands off and stood, checking her outfit for crumbs, before gathering her things.
"Well, I better be going. I have to get to the other end of the campus, so I'll get a head start. Are we still on for lunch?"
Sango brightened, and confirmed, before standing to gather her own things. Miroku followed suit and since the mood had lightened a bit, she made small talk as they walked through the hall until they had to part ways. Eventually she was walking by herself through the empty halls, since heaven forbid any of the students be here early.
As she rounded a corner, she ducked her head from habit, having quickly learned the ways of the busy hallway. Failing to see the bucket the janitor had left from the previous night, her foot slammed into it, and she lost her footing, falling forward. Her briefcase went flying from her hands as she put her arms out infront of her, bracing herself for the fall. She shut her eyes, and braced herself for the impact; but it never came.
Instead she felt herself him a solid warmth, and she tensed. Raising her head, her eyes met with a black shirt. Her head rose slowly as she took in her rescuer's appearance, as her eyes finally raised to meet his. She took in a sharp breath as she stared into his enchanting eyes. His enchanting amber eyes. Silver hair flowed from his head, and he wore a grey and red trucker hat covering the top of his head.
She realized she was staring, when he coughed, and she blushed, her cheeks turning rose. She brought her feet in to balance herself and quickly rightened, hoping to preserve some dignity. She willed her face to return to the normal color, as she took a deep breath.
"Thank you. I...well...I haven't seen you around here before. Are you a new student?"
He smirked, in a way that made her heart race, despite the fact that she knew nothing about him.
"You could say that," he replied. She looked away wondering what she should say, if she should say something at all. Her gaze dropped to her feet as her hands fidgeted nervously behind her back. He spoke, and she found something about his voice strangely familiar and comforting.
"Well I should be going." He said it in a way that left no room for debate. She lifted her head to speak, but when she looked to the space infront of her he was no longer there. Her head cocked slightly to the side as she blinked. She turned and walked to the corner, looking around to the other hall but he wasn't there either. She raised an eyebrow, but shook herself off, walking over to her forgotten briefcase and retrieving it.
She straightened and proceded to her classroom which was, thankfully, now nearby since her knees suddenly felt like jelly. She sifted through the few early-risers that now littered the school, promises of more to come. But her mind wasn't on the hallways or where she stepped. She kept seeing those captivating eyes, how they bore into her soul, and the silver hair that cascaded around his shoulders, brushing her lightly as the wisps swung with movement.
Making it to her classroom, she entered and closed the door behind her, leaning against the wall, her hand to her heart as she tried to calm her racing blood. She took deep breaths and tried to steady her heartbeat. But whenever she closed her eyes, all she would see was the beautiful amber orbs.
She sighed as she slumped down in her chair. It was going to be a long time until lunch came around.
OOOOOOO
Nearly two and a half extremely long hours later, Kagome found herself standing outside the building at their usual meeting spot. Her classes had been a bit less inspiring for her today, her mind on other matters.
Seeing as she was early, she walked to the nearby park bench and stretched her legs infront of her, raising her arms over her head as she held her breath, eventually letting it out in a rush of air. Her arms and legs became slack, as her hands rested in her lap, her face pulled into a delicate frown as she thought about him for the umpteenth time.
She knew she hadn't seem him before, she would have recognized him anywhere by those eyes and hair. And handsome features. But that wasn't important right now. But there was something else nagging at the back of her mind, a little voice that wanted to speak but couldn't quite make itself loud enough to be heard. There was something about him...something that she felt she knew. Something that, in his prescence even if she had only met him this morning, calmed her and provided her with a sense of security. Warmth encompassed her, and time stood still in his arms. But...was that right?
Her hands shook slightly in her lap, and she pressed the together, wringing them to stop her nervousness. Her thoughts were childish, no more than a simple infatuation. But no matter how much her mind told her so, her heart disagreed.
A breeze blew by her to her left, as her hair rustled in the wind, her skirt swaying slightly. She lifted her head and breathed deep the crisp air, her eyes closed and relaxed and, for the first time that day, she didn't see his face. A small smile came to her features, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her head drifted left, and she glanced around the yard, but found herself having to a double-take.
A lone figure stood in the yard under one of the giant trees, one of many that were scattered throughout the campus. But it wasn't that somebody was there, the matter was of who it was. His silver hair blew in the calming wind, dancing around his face. His hands were in his pockets, as he leaned casually against the trunk of the tree. Her breath caught in her throat as he suddenly looked in her direction. Her eyes widened slightly, and she smiled at her. She found herself smiling back, despite the constant chant in her head.
'Baka, baka, baka...'
To her surprise, he pushed off lazily from the tree and began closing the couple dozen metre distance between them. She found herself gazing at her lap once again, as his footsteps came closer. She heard the rustle of clothing beside her, signaling to her that he had stopped infront of the empty seat beside her.
She raised her head to meet his face, and saw the questioning look on it. Smiling lightly, she slid over slightly and offered him a seat. He took it, and sat beside her as an awkward silence began to hang in the air.
"So..." she offered weakly. She saw him shrug out of the corner of her eye, his hands still in his pockets, the trucker hat still on his head.
"I never got your name," she started. Silence passed for a few minutes, and she chanced a glance, to see his face neutral. She wondered if she had been too forward and had offended him. She opened her mouth to apologize, when he replied.
"InuYasha. It's InuYasha." He spoke softly, and she strained to hear his words even in the close proximity.
She smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kagome." She offered her hand, but he didn't seem to notice, or declined, so she drew back slightly offended. But she refused to let that dampen her mood.
"So, are you a student here? You must be new around campus, at least. I haven't seen you in any of my classes."
His lips twitched upward slightly, and she watched with interest as she awaited his response.
"I am indeed new around here. But I don't take any of your subjects," he responded, a bit louder than the first time.
"Oh."
They sat in silence a bit longer, and Kagome twiddled her thumbs. She glanced at her watch, and noted that Sango and Miroku were late. She made a mental note to tease the girl about her unusual lack of punctuality.
"Well," she spoke suddenly, and she felt his eyes on her. "Maybe in time you'll want to check one of my extra courses out. It can be pretty interesting, you know, if you actually put an effort into learning the material."
He smirked, and she felt the blood rush to her face. She bowed her head so he didn't see her blush. She barely knew the man, and the slightest motion directed to her made her act like a schoolgirl. He spoke again, this time softer than the first. In fact, his voice was so quiet, she wondered if his words were meant for her ears.
"It's been so long..."
She blinked. "Pardon?"
His head rose from it's previously lowered position. It was his turn to blink in surprise, wondering how she had heard him. He gave a small smile, and shook his head before looking away.
"Nothing," he spoke.
She shrugged and brushed it off. If she ever talked to him again, she would like to know more about him. But until then, she wouldn't push personal boundaries. She liked the comfortable air that had suddenly encompassed them. She turned her head to watch him silently. For what, she didn't know...but something inside needed to see more, to watch him.
His head was facing forward, his gaze the same direction, as he stared off at an unknown object. She took in his features from a new light, unable to have seen him up close in such a manner before. Her stomach tightened into a knot, as unknown feelings and emotions rose. His eyes shone in the midday light, the golden rays of the sun glistening off his silver hair. His jaw bone was relaxed, but the natural way it rested made her realize just how handsome he was. She mentally berated herself for such shameful behaviour. She wouldn't be able to break the student-teacher relationship, and ogling him like she was, it was just as bad.
She watched as his brows furrowed in thought, his lips turning into a half-pout. His lips. Her tongue unconsciously darted out to wet her own, and she mentally slapped herself.
'Damnit, Kagome!'
He suddenly turned to face her, and her eyes widened, a respectable blush spreading across the bridge of her nose at being caught. At first she thought he would be disgusted, or upset. But when he didn't show either of the two emotions, she became slightly confused, a pretty frown forming on her own face.
He averted his gaze, his mouth opening as if to say something. Whatever he had to say, it looked as if he had trouble speaking about it, or telling her. He looked back at her, his eyes finding her own, and she held her breath. His eyes locked onto hers, and she found she couldn't look away if she tried. Not that she would ever want to, of course.
She watched as he took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak once again.
"Kago-"
"Kagome!"
She stiffened, and blinked. Turning around she saw Sango waving to her from the door they had agreed to meet. Miroku was behind her, leaning casually against the wall, watching her with concerned eyes. She frowned, before smiling. Making to turn back around, she began to speak.
"I don't know if you've met them yet, but let me introduce you to-"
She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes wide. The spot where InuYasha had been sitting a moment before was now empty. She blinked, and swallowed, an odd sensation coming over her. A small breeze blew through the yard, and she found her eyes drifting to the skies above.
"Kagome..." Sango's voice brought her back to earth, and she turned to find her watching her intently, her eyes filled with concern. "Who were you talking to?"
At first Kagome had no words. They had seen him, hadn't they? She had been standing there with Miroku before they called her name, so obviously they would've seen at least some part of him, right? But judging by the looks on both Sango's and Miroku's faces, apparantly not. Which lead her to her next question.
'I'm not imagining things...am I?'
Her eyes drifted downwards, but as soon as they had dropped, they rised again, the familiar smile placed on her face.
"Mm, no-one Sango," she answered with a smile.
The young woman observed her critically, before grinning and motioning for her to come. Kagome gladly obliged, feeling the familiar sensation of hunger run across her stomach. She jogged slightly to make up for the lost distance. Approaching her side, she slowed down to a walking pace, as Miroku pushed off the wall to join them.
Light conversation ensued, followed by an increasingly joking one. By the time they made it to the small bistro, Kagome had loosened up greatly. But no matter how she tried, no matter how hard she wanted to... she just couldn't stop thinking about InuYasha.
OOOOOOO
"Ah, yes, I'll have the chicken sandwich," Miroku responded, the waitress having come to take the orders.
Kagome was next, seeing as Sango still couldn't make up her mind. "Grilled cheese," she replied with a smile, as the woman took her menu.
Sango looked up from her menu, still trying to decide.
"Well...I guess I'll have the tuna salad."
"Tuna salad?" Miroku asked, his nose wrinkling.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, tuna salad." Kagome made a face as well. Sango blinked, before leaing back a bit from the table.
"What's wrong with a tuna salad?"
Kagome giggled a bit. "Nothing, Sango-chan. I guess I've just never been fond of any form of food that comes from water."
She nodded, and rested her head back against the booth wall. Kagome was to her left, Miroku across from her. All in all, although it seemed a bit cramped, it was cozy enough for all their likings.
Kagome's eyes unfocused, as they stared at a random dot on the table design. She couldn't help thinking...
She hadn't have been imaging all those conversations...had she? Is that possible? Well, of course it is. But she had made physical contact. And she had never had any hallucinatory issues in the past. It just didn't add up.
Miroku seemed to notice her pensive look. "Penny for your thoughts?"
She blinked and started, yawning slightly and smiling. "Can I have that penny first?"
He rolled his eyes and she made a face, before becoming serious once more. "Sango...when I was sitting on the park bench earlier. Did you happen to see a boy, about our age, with silver hair?"
The woman in question acquired a look of concentration.
"Mm...nope, sorry Kagome-chan. Should I have noticed someone?"
She shook her head, and returned to staring at the dot on the table, waiting for her food while Miroku and Sango began conversation.
But without knowing it, Sango had hit the nail square in the head. Should she have noticed someone? Kagome's mind raced around, her calm outer manner revealing nothing about the inner turmoil she was experiencing. She wanted to know what was going on. She needed some answers, and she needed them fast before she began to rip her hair out.
So many questions, so many logical answers. Logical answers that came with proof that they weren't that logical after all. She had been talking to him, yes, and that was as natural as night and day. Until he disappeared. That's where it got weird. It was true, she might've been imaginating or creating him, he may simply be a figment of her imagination. But imaginatory beings didn't have solid body forms. After all, a mirage wasn't touchable. But he was. He had been. She remembered being in his arms, her worries fading. But what had been the most weird, was the shockingly clear sense of deja vù. The twang in her gut came so strong, it had almost hurt. She recognized his smell, his warmth, his comfort.
She sighed an ran a hand through her now untied hair, her actions unknown to the now bickering pair. She was confused. She was without answers. She was hungry.
But most of all...she was missing him. Missing InuYasha.
Wow..longest chapter I've written in awhile. O.O
Does anybody know why the spacing is so fcked up here? I can't keep dividers and little anime faces working! Hence the screwed up smily faces ¬¬ So, until I figure out what to do with this piece of crap, dividing sections and fast forwards in time or setting will be represented by a bolded, italic letter repeated. Easy enough, I hope. I seriously want my formatting back :'(
I've got some good news and bad news..the bad news first, k? :P
The bad news is I'm going to my cousin's cottage, therefore will not be able to update for two days. Only two days! Don't kill me!
The good news..I'll be using that time to continue my brainstorming. And considering my cousing 'Beanie', as I like to call her is such an inspiration and help to my writing when I'm stuck will be there, I'm sure I can find some more ideas and hopefully overcome my writer's block on my older stories.
That being said, I'm glad that I finally started writing again. Even if it's not reviewed a bijillion times, I'm still glad. Writing is a release for my emotions and I was seriously going to smack my father if I didn't do something about it soon. teehee --.--;;
ALLLLLL-right...with that said, I really must get some sleep. I was up writing yesterday until roughly three (a.m.), woke up at quarter to ten and stayed awake the whole day. Now, it is currently 11:40 p.m.-ish, my hands cramp, my neck cramps, and I have to get up at twenty-five to seven to get on the road AT seven to be at their cottage.
Needless to say, I'm in desperate need of sleep...and a coke. But I think I should settle for the previous of the two.
Thank you to all who have reviewed, and everyone who has supported me. You guys mean a lot to me! :)
Now, I must wait for yet another few minutes..seeing as Aluna just came on my radio. Kick ass artist. If you haven't heard "All of my life" yet, get off your lazy buts and download it :)..you'll thank me later :)
I'll be back soon with more updates! Arigatou gozaimasu!
Ciao for now!
Moshi- =)