Hey everyone! I'm having a bit of writer's block on my other two stories (Jumanji and the sequel to Prisoners) so I decided to post this fic that me and my best friend wrote last summer. She's been bugging me to post it for a while, and I figured now would be a good time.
As I just said, I did not write this fic alone. It was written with the help of my very best friend, Kitsune no Kami. Don't look for the name on Fan Fiction, I don't think she has an account yet. We wrote another funny story together as well as a gag for one of our friends. It's called "Hiei meets Benjamin" because we wondered what would happen if Hiei ever met our spastic friend Benjamin. To give you a little idea of what Benjamin is like, his idol is Weird Al. Anyway, I hope to post that fic too, just as soon as we find it.
The YYH characters do not belong to me. There, that's the disclaimer and it will only be in this chapter, so remember it. I think disclaimers are stupid. I mean, come on, if I owned it, it wouldn't be a 'fan fic,' would it?
Anyway, little summery, Kairi is an average kid with a dark past. She and her little sister move from Kyoto to stay with their aunt in Tokyo, but are captured and 'experimented' on by some weird government-demon co-organization known as Nightmare. Yep, that's basically it. And there is a bit of romance, but I'm not going to spoil it. It should become obvious right away, though. Oh, and just so you know Kairi and her sister and her aunt and Yume (you meet later) are my characters, don't steal them. And Akira is Kitsune no Kami's character, so don't steal her either. That brings me to my next point. Later you met this cool character named Akira, and I realize that Akira is typically a boy's name, but in this fic she's a girl. So don't send me all these reviews that say "Akira is a boy's name," because I already know that. We named her after the writer of DBZ, so get over it.
A few more things, and then I'll shut up and start the fic. This is like a prolog to a longer series that will be know as the V.O.D. (Victims of Darkness) Chronicles, so be prepaired for many installments over the summer and following year. And, one last thing, Sazume is Kairi's little sister and I know some of you out there aren't the best at pronouncing Japanese, I know some of my friends aren't. My friend Matt still can't say Kagome right. So, here's how you pronounce Sazume's name. Sa (with a short "a" sound)-zoom-a (with a long "a" sound) Kairi will also often just call her "Zoom." Okay, I think that's anything. If anyone has any questions or wants to know how to pronounce any other weird names I may put in here in the future, just tell me via a review. ENJOY V.O.D.!!!
A tall woman wearing a flowing, white nightgown burst through the door into her daughters' room. She first went to the crib in the corner, gently lifting the mass of sleeping child into her arms. The baby yawned, stretching it's tiny arms into the air, but did not wake.
The woman held the sleeping bundle close, brushing a stray wisp of flaxen hair from her clear, blue eyes. She went to the bed in the opposite corner of the room and gently shook the lump in the covers. The lump groaned and rolled over, turning it's back to her.
"Kairi," the woman whispered, trying to hid the edge of fear her voice held. "Honey, please wake up."
Kairi turned slowly, blue eyes identical to those of her mother's blinked sleepily upwards.
"Mommy?" the girl asked. She was young, having only turned five two weeks ago. As she sat up, blond hair, also identical to her mother's, fell around her shoulders. Around her neck glinted a silver locket with her mother's picture inside. Her mother had given it to her for her birthday, and Kairi had been wearing it ever since.
"Come on dear," her mother said, still trying to sound as normal as possible. She took the child's hand and quickly led her to the master bedroom. As they passed the stairs, there was a crash from somewhere in the darkness of the living room.
"Mommy?" Kairi's fearful voice piped up, but her mother simply kept moving. Once inside the bedroom, her mother carefully handed the baby to her. Kairi cradled her little sister, Sazume, who was not yet even a year old.
"Get in the closet," her mother instructed, the fear finally creeping into her voice.
Sazume was still asleep in Kairi's arms, but Kairi on the other hand felt like crying. She was scared and confused and had no idea what was happening.
Before Kairi could find the words to protest, her mother had opened the door to the walk in closet and pushed her inside.
Kairi stared into the considerably darker room. Although the venetian door did let some light it, it wasn't as much as in the main room. Finally, Kairi's brain, which had all but shut down in her fear, began to work once more. Reaching up, she pulled several shirts off of their hooks and made a kind of nest on the ground. She then placed Sazume in this nest, and turned to look through the gaps in the venetian door.
Her view was not particularly good, especially considering the limited light at three in the morning and the fact that her height was just over three feet, not giving her a very good view point. However, she was able to make out the outline of here mother, who was standing in front of the closet almost as if she was...waiting for something?
Something wasn't right about this. What was going on? Kairi had just resolved to open the door and ask her mother what was wrong, when a movement at the door caught her attention. She couldn't see clearly at all, with her height and the terrible light, but she had the impression that whatever it was, it was big, mean, and dangerous. She was right.
Her mother backed slowly towards the wall, until she was leaning against the closet door, blocking Kairi's view. Kairi shrunk back as well, moving to stand by Sazume's nest of shirts.
She couldn't see through the door anymore, but she could hear that the monster was still advancing. She could make out a squealing, scraping sound as it's toe-claws dragged against the wooden floor of the room. Kairi whimpered slightly out of fear. Sazume, who had always been a heavy sleeper and hadn't cried for a bottle in the middle of the night since two weeks after her birth, was still oblivious to all that was going on around her, lost in dreamland.
Then the scraping footsteps stopped, and what little light that had been shining through the door around her mother's form was blotted out. There was a squeak like the beginnings of a scream, but it was cut short before it grow to a true recognizable sound.
Kairi stared in wide eyed terror, tears pricking at her eyes once she realized what the sound was...what it meant. Her mother's outline slowly sunk to a sitting position on the floor, and the figure standing before her retreated. Moonlight once again poured through the gaps in the venetian door, glinting off something that was forming from the crack under the door.
Kairi took a step closer to see what the moonlight was shining on, and swallowed a scream. Blood. A puddle of blood was forming, seeping through the crack under the door. Kairi ran to the door, careful not to step in the expanding puddle, and pushed against the door. It wouldn't open. She pushed again, it still wouldn't budge. Her mother's body had fallen against the door and at five years old, she didn't have the strength to move that much weight.
"Mommy?" Kairi whispered, her voice choked with fear, as she poked her mother's shoulder through a gap in the door.
"Mommy?!" She tried again, this time more urgently. Now she could feel the blood reaching her feet, seeping between her bear toes. Kairi reached a hand through the door, her arm just small enough to reach through the venetian door's gaps. She shook her mother's arm forcefully, but her mother still didn't answer her.
"MOMMY!" Kairi finally cried, squeezing her other arm through as well and shaking with all her might. Her mother's lifeless body fell over from the movement, landing on it's side. Kairi screamed when she saw the expression on her mother's pale face, the wide eyes and the look of total, utter, unspeakable horror. She screamed for all she was worth and stumbled backwards, tripping over a pair of shoes and landing on her back.
Kairi woke up with a jolt and a scream. She was covered in cold sweat and her breathing was labored. Her eyes focused on her surroundings and she relaxed a little. It had only been a nightmare. No...not "a" nightmare, "the" nightmare. Kairi had had that same nightmare at least once a week ever since her mother's death. She had witnessed her mother's murder, and paid for it by reliving it once a week, every week.
She sighed and got up, glancing at her bedside clock. 5:00 A.M. Quietly, she tiptoed to the bathroom. She turned the handle with the blue dot labeling it "Cold" and splashed her face.
'That was thirteen years ago, you'd think I'd be over that by now,' she thought as she grabbed a towel to dry her face.
But the truth was she wasn't over it, and she probably never would be. Soon after the "incident" her family had moved for Tokyo to Kyoto, leaving behind Kazuma Kuwabara, Kairi's only real friend. She hadn't made any new friends since. Her dad had met someone, a young girl in her late twenties named Sayoko. They hadn't even waited a year after Kairi's mother's death to get married. Sayoko was nice enough, but Kairi would never forgive her father for remarrying so soon. Now Kairi had two step-siblings. Toko, her step-sister, and Hikaru, her step-brother. Toko was the oldest, having recently turned nine, and Hikaru was a little younger at the age of seven.
After his remarriage, Kairi's father had virtually ignored Sazume and herself. He had given Sazume a decent amount of attention until she was five, and therefor old enough to live without constant attention. Then he had turned all his effort towards his second wife and the children she gave him.
The only real proof Kairi had that her father still even acknowledged her existence was the fact that he sent to every available psychologist in hopes of stopping her nightmares. Kairi knew every shrink in Kyoto with a degree on a first name bases. None of them had been able to help. She had been prescribed everything from pills to electroshock therapy. Her father had put his foot down on the shock therapy idea, thankfully.
She sighed and fingered the locket around her neck. It was the one her mother had given her for her fifth birthday. It was less glamorous now. The original picture, which was still contained inside, was faded, and the exterior was tarnished from constant wear. She often played with it with her fingers when she was thinking, and she only took it off to swim or shower, otherwise, she always had it.
She went back to her room, changing into clothes that she had laid out the previous night. Today was a big day. Today, her life would get better...hopefully. She was eighteen now, and had decided she wanted to go back to Tokyo and attend Tokyo University. It wasn't that TU offered anything that UK didn't, it was just that she wanted an excuse to get out of Kyoto and away from her father. Sazume, who was now thirteen, was coming with her. They were going to stay with their aunt Mai, their mother's younger sister. Mai was somewhat of a free spirit. She owned a bakery and refused to let anyone call her anything but Mai. No "Aunt Mai," no respectful Ms. Omeka, (Omeka is Kairi's mother's maiden name, obviously.) or anything like that, just Mai. She was really more like a big sister than a guardian.
All of Kairi's psychologists had agreed that this trip would be good for her. Going back to Tokyo could help her, after all, the only friend she had ever made was there. In fact, Kazuma Kuwabara's house was on the same block as Mai's two story house and bakery. Kairi smiled at the thought of seeing her old friend again. She glanced back at the clock again, almost 5:30. Her father would be getting up soon.
It was a quarter past 7:00, and everyone was up and seated around breakfast. Kairi quietly ate a waffle while Sazume and Toko fought over the syrup, Hikaru waited patiently for his mother to cut his own waffle for him, and Kairi's father read the newspaper, ignoring the waffle in front of him.
"The bus leaves at eight," Kairi said quietly. She knew from experience that it took her family a long time to get ready to leave to go anywhere, and if they didn't start getting ready soon, they wouldn't make it in time.
"She's right, dear," Sayoko said to her husband, "we should start getting ready.
Her husband grunted agreement, still ignoring everything outside the paper.
The car pulled up to the bus stop at 7:55. Kairi sighed in relief.
'Just barely,' she thought.
After Sayoko had spent five minutes cleaning syrup of Hikaru's face, Toko had wanted her hair combed. Fist she wanted a ponytail, but then she had changed her mind and said she wanted a braid. She had then proceeded to through a bawling fit for several minutes when her mother told her they didn't have time. Finally, after several promises that she would braid it when they got back, Sayoko persuaded her to go with the ponytail for now.
Sazume smiled at Kairi as they got their things from the trunk of the car. Like Kairi, Sazume shared their mother's flaxen hair and bright blue eyes. She had her hair in two bushy pigtails on either side of her head, like she always wore it. Kairi, on the other hand, also had her hair in the usual style. She had pulled the front sides up out of her face with a white, cloth ribbon. But she didn't tie it in a bow, instead she let the excess hang loosely down on either side of her head.
They handed their luggage to the bus driver, who was loading everything in the storage department on the outer side of the bus. Then they turned to say good-bye.
"Good-bye" Kairi said curtly to her father.
He nodded and mumbled "Have fun."
"I'll miss you," Sazume said, throwing her arms around her father. Kairi turned away. Sazume didn't remember their mother, and so didn't hold any grudge against their father for remarrying. But Kairi was a different story.
"Be good for you aunt," Sayoko said, pulling Kairi and Sazume both into a hug, sparring one arm for each of them.
Kairi smiled. "We will."
Toko was practically in tears.
"Don't go!" she wailed, latching onto Kairi's legs.
Kairi smiled wider. "Don't worry. I'll call and everything. I promise."
She hugged Toko, then gently pried the little girl off of her.
"Yeah, me too," Sazume nodded, also hugging Toko.
"Bye-bye," Hikaru said simply, allowing Kairi to hug him.
"See you. Don't drive your mom nuts, okay?" Kairi said cheerfully.
"Yeah, that's Toko's job," Sazume joked as she also hugged Hikaru.
Hikaru laughed and Toko let out an indignant "Hey!"
"You, over there, we have to go now," the driver called to them.
Kairi and Sazume waved one last time, then boarded the bus.
Well, what did you think? Please review and let me know!
Flaxen fine, straw colored. Basically, blond hair.
Venetian like those metal window blinds that have horizontal strips so they let bars of light through.
TU Tokyo Universaty
UK University of Kyoto
As I just said, I did not write this fic alone. It was written with the help of my very best friend, Kitsune no Kami. Don't look for the name on Fan Fiction, I don't think she has an account yet. We wrote another funny story together as well as a gag for one of our friends. It's called "Hiei meets Benjamin" because we wondered what would happen if Hiei ever met our spastic friend Benjamin. To give you a little idea of what Benjamin is like, his idol is Weird Al. Anyway, I hope to post that fic too, just as soon as we find it.
The YYH characters do not belong to me. There, that's the disclaimer and it will only be in this chapter, so remember it. I think disclaimers are stupid. I mean, come on, if I owned it, it wouldn't be a 'fan fic,' would it?
Anyway, little summery, Kairi is an average kid with a dark past. She and her little sister move from Kyoto to stay with their aunt in Tokyo, but are captured and 'experimented' on by some weird government-demon co-organization known as Nightmare. Yep, that's basically it. And there is a bit of romance, but I'm not going to spoil it. It should become obvious right away, though. Oh, and just so you know Kairi and her sister and her aunt and Yume (you meet later) are my characters, don't steal them. And Akira is Kitsune no Kami's character, so don't steal her either. That brings me to my next point. Later you met this cool character named Akira, and I realize that Akira is typically a boy's name, but in this fic she's a girl. So don't send me all these reviews that say "Akira is a boy's name," because I already know that. We named her after the writer of DBZ, so get over it.
A few more things, and then I'll shut up and start the fic. This is like a prolog to a longer series that will be know as the V.O.D. (Victims of Darkness) Chronicles, so be prepaired for many installments over the summer and following year. And, one last thing, Sazume is Kairi's little sister and I know some of you out there aren't the best at pronouncing Japanese, I know some of my friends aren't. My friend Matt still can't say Kagome right. So, here's how you pronounce Sazume's name. Sa (with a short "a" sound)-zoom-a (with a long "a" sound) Kairi will also often just call her "Zoom." Okay, I think that's anything. If anyone has any questions or wants to know how to pronounce any other weird names I may put in here in the future, just tell me via a review. ENJOY V.O.D.!!!
A tall woman wearing a flowing, white nightgown burst through the door into her daughters' room. She first went to the crib in the corner, gently lifting the mass of sleeping child into her arms. The baby yawned, stretching it's tiny arms into the air, but did not wake.
The woman held the sleeping bundle close, brushing a stray wisp of flaxen hair from her clear, blue eyes. She went to the bed in the opposite corner of the room and gently shook the lump in the covers. The lump groaned and rolled over, turning it's back to her.
"Kairi," the woman whispered, trying to hid the edge of fear her voice held. "Honey, please wake up."
Kairi turned slowly, blue eyes identical to those of her mother's blinked sleepily upwards.
"Mommy?" the girl asked. She was young, having only turned five two weeks ago. As she sat up, blond hair, also identical to her mother's, fell around her shoulders. Around her neck glinted a silver locket with her mother's picture inside. Her mother had given it to her for her birthday, and Kairi had been wearing it ever since.
"Come on dear," her mother said, still trying to sound as normal as possible. She took the child's hand and quickly led her to the master bedroom. As they passed the stairs, there was a crash from somewhere in the darkness of the living room.
"Mommy?" Kairi's fearful voice piped up, but her mother simply kept moving. Once inside the bedroom, her mother carefully handed the baby to her. Kairi cradled her little sister, Sazume, who was not yet even a year old.
"Get in the closet," her mother instructed, the fear finally creeping into her voice.
Sazume was still asleep in Kairi's arms, but Kairi on the other hand felt like crying. She was scared and confused and had no idea what was happening.
Before Kairi could find the words to protest, her mother had opened the door to the walk in closet and pushed her inside.
Kairi stared into the considerably darker room. Although the venetian door did let some light it, it wasn't as much as in the main room. Finally, Kairi's brain, which had all but shut down in her fear, began to work once more. Reaching up, she pulled several shirts off of their hooks and made a kind of nest on the ground. She then placed Sazume in this nest, and turned to look through the gaps in the venetian door.
Her view was not particularly good, especially considering the limited light at three in the morning and the fact that her height was just over three feet, not giving her a very good view point. However, she was able to make out the outline of here mother, who was standing in front of the closet almost as if she was...waiting for something?
Something wasn't right about this. What was going on? Kairi had just resolved to open the door and ask her mother what was wrong, when a movement at the door caught her attention. She couldn't see clearly at all, with her height and the terrible light, but she had the impression that whatever it was, it was big, mean, and dangerous. She was right.
Her mother backed slowly towards the wall, until she was leaning against the closet door, blocking Kairi's view. Kairi shrunk back as well, moving to stand by Sazume's nest of shirts.
She couldn't see through the door anymore, but she could hear that the monster was still advancing. She could make out a squealing, scraping sound as it's toe-claws dragged against the wooden floor of the room. Kairi whimpered slightly out of fear. Sazume, who had always been a heavy sleeper and hadn't cried for a bottle in the middle of the night since two weeks after her birth, was still oblivious to all that was going on around her, lost in dreamland.
Then the scraping footsteps stopped, and what little light that had been shining through the door around her mother's form was blotted out. There was a squeak like the beginnings of a scream, but it was cut short before it grow to a true recognizable sound.
Kairi stared in wide eyed terror, tears pricking at her eyes once she realized what the sound was...what it meant. Her mother's outline slowly sunk to a sitting position on the floor, and the figure standing before her retreated. Moonlight once again poured through the gaps in the venetian door, glinting off something that was forming from the crack under the door.
Kairi took a step closer to see what the moonlight was shining on, and swallowed a scream. Blood. A puddle of blood was forming, seeping through the crack under the door. Kairi ran to the door, careful not to step in the expanding puddle, and pushed against the door. It wouldn't open. She pushed again, it still wouldn't budge. Her mother's body had fallen against the door and at five years old, she didn't have the strength to move that much weight.
"Mommy?" Kairi whispered, her voice choked with fear, as she poked her mother's shoulder through a gap in the door.
"Mommy?!" She tried again, this time more urgently. Now she could feel the blood reaching her feet, seeping between her bear toes. Kairi reached a hand through the door, her arm just small enough to reach through the venetian door's gaps. She shook her mother's arm forcefully, but her mother still didn't answer her.
"MOMMY!" Kairi finally cried, squeezing her other arm through as well and shaking with all her might. Her mother's lifeless body fell over from the movement, landing on it's side. Kairi screamed when she saw the expression on her mother's pale face, the wide eyes and the look of total, utter, unspeakable horror. She screamed for all she was worth and stumbled backwards, tripping over a pair of shoes and landing on her back.
Kairi woke up with a jolt and a scream. She was covered in cold sweat and her breathing was labored. Her eyes focused on her surroundings and she relaxed a little. It had only been a nightmare. No...not "a" nightmare, "the" nightmare. Kairi had had that same nightmare at least once a week ever since her mother's death. She had witnessed her mother's murder, and paid for it by reliving it once a week, every week.
She sighed and got up, glancing at her bedside clock. 5:00 A.M. Quietly, she tiptoed to the bathroom. She turned the handle with the blue dot labeling it "Cold" and splashed her face.
'That was thirteen years ago, you'd think I'd be over that by now,' she thought as she grabbed a towel to dry her face.
But the truth was she wasn't over it, and she probably never would be. Soon after the "incident" her family had moved for Tokyo to Kyoto, leaving behind Kazuma Kuwabara, Kairi's only real friend. She hadn't made any new friends since. Her dad had met someone, a young girl in her late twenties named Sayoko. They hadn't even waited a year after Kairi's mother's death to get married. Sayoko was nice enough, but Kairi would never forgive her father for remarrying so soon. Now Kairi had two step-siblings. Toko, her step-sister, and Hikaru, her step-brother. Toko was the oldest, having recently turned nine, and Hikaru was a little younger at the age of seven.
After his remarriage, Kairi's father had virtually ignored Sazume and herself. He had given Sazume a decent amount of attention until she was five, and therefor old enough to live without constant attention. Then he had turned all his effort towards his second wife and the children she gave him.
The only real proof Kairi had that her father still even acknowledged her existence was the fact that he sent to every available psychologist in hopes of stopping her nightmares. Kairi knew every shrink in Kyoto with a degree on a first name bases. None of them had been able to help. She had been prescribed everything from pills to electroshock therapy. Her father had put his foot down on the shock therapy idea, thankfully.
She sighed and fingered the locket around her neck. It was the one her mother had given her for her fifth birthday. It was less glamorous now. The original picture, which was still contained inside, was faded, and the exterior was tarnished from constant wear. She often played with it with her fingers when she was thinking, and she only took it off to swim or shower, otherwise, she always had it.
She went back to her room, changing into clothes that she had laid out the previous night. Today was a big day. Today, her life would get better...hopefully. She was eighteen now, and had decided she wanted to go back to Tokyo and attend Tokyo University. It wasn't that TU offered anything that UK didn't, it was just that she wanted an excuse to get out of Kyoto and away from her father. Sazume, who was now thirteen, was coming with her. They were going to stay with their aunt Mai, their mother's younger sister. Mai was somewhat of a free spirit. She owned a bakery and refused to let anyone call her anything but Mai. No "Aunt Mai," no respectful Ms. Omeka, (Omeka is Kairi's mother's maiden name, obviously.) or anything like that, just Mai. She was really more like a big sister than a guardian.
All of Kairi's psychologists had agreed that this trip would be good for her. Going back to Tokyo could help her, after all, the only friend she had ever made was there. In fact, Kazuma Kuwabara's house was on the same block as Mai's two story house and bakery. Kairi smiled at the thought of seeing her old friend again. She glanced back at the clock again, almost 5:30. Her father would be getting up soon.
It was a quarter past 7:00, and everyone was up and seated around breakfast. Kairi quietly ate a waffle while Sazume and Toko fought over the syrup, Hikaru waited patiently for his mother to cut his own waffle for him, and Kairi's father read the newspaper, ignoring the waffle in front of him.
"The bus leaves at eight," Kairi said quietly. She knew from experience that it took her family a long time to get ready to leave to go anywhere, and if they didn't start getting ready soon, they wouldn't make it in time.
"She's right, dear," Sayoko said to her husband, "we should start getting ready.
Her husband grunted agreement, still ignoring everything outside the paper.
The car pulled up to the bus stop at 7:55. Kairi sighed in relief.
'Just barely,' she thought.
After Sayoko had spent five minutes cleaning syrup of Hikaru's face, Toko had wanted her hair combed. Fist she wanted a ponytail, but then she had changed her mind and said she wanted a braid. She had then proceeded to through a bawling fit for several minutes when her mother told her they didn't have time. Finally, after several promises that she would braid it when they got back, Sayoko persuaded her to go with the ponytail for now.
Sazume smiled at Kairi as they got their things from the trunk of the car. Like Kairi, Sazume shared their mother's flaxen hair and bright blue eyes. She had her hair in two bushy pigtails on either side of her head, like she always wore it. Kairi, on the other hand, also had her hair in the usual style. She had pulled the front sides up out of her face with a white, cloth ribbon. But she didn't tie it in a bow, instead she let the excess hang loosely down on either side of her head.
They handed their luggage to the bus driver, who was loading everything in the storage department on the outer side of the bus. Then they turned to say good-bye.
"Good-bye" Kairi said curtly to her father.
He nodded and mumbled "Have fun."
"I'll miss you," Sazume said, throwing her arms around her father. Kairi turned away. Sazume didn't remember their mother, and so didn't hold any grudge against their father for remarrying. But Kairi was a different story.
"Be good for you aunt," Sayoko said, pulling Kairi and Sazume both into a hug, sparring one arm for each of them.
Kairi smiled. "We will."
Toko was practically in tears.
"Don't go!" she wailed, latching onto Kairi's legs.
Kairi smiled wider. "Don't worry. I'll call and everything. I promise."
She hugged Toko, then gently pried the little girl off of her.
"Yeah, me too," Sazume nodded, also hugging Toko.
"Bye-bye," Hikaru said simply, allowing Kairi to hug him.
"See you. Don't drive your mom nuts, okay?" Kairi said cheerfully.
"Yeah, that's Toko's job," Sazume joked as she also hugged Hikaru.
Hikaru laughed and Toko let out an indignant "Hey!"
"You, over there, we have to go now," the driver called to them.
Kairi and Sazume waved one last time, then boarded the bus.
Well, what did you think? Please review and let me know!
Flaxen fine, straw colored. Basically, blond hair.
Venetian like those metal window blinds that have horizontal strips so they let bars of light through.
TU Tokyo Universaty
UK University of Kyoto