Yawn....Review please or I lose motivation to write and the fanfic stops, okay? Anyways... another few chappies and they will couple up-I promise! But that won't be for a while...

As my responses to the reviews(oh yeah, FoR still isn't mine)...

Anon: ok, so I screwed up. Whoops... Though him not noticing that before may have had to do with the fact that she was relying more on Fuujin than on the actual punches and uch that he complained about.

Scarlet7: My chapter writing is currently more based on my patience and when it seems like the chapter has a good end. I'll try to write longer chapters, but if I don't write the whole thing in one sitting, I usually won't even finish it... Which is also, incidentally, why I'm going to have to really kick myself into finishing chapter 8 soon (sigh)...

orange09: thanks for still being so supportive!!!! Um.... please continue!!!

Chapter 7

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Leaving all I have, it's true,

I'd do that to be with you.

Leaving this dull life with glory?

Heck, I'm just skipping history!

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OW!!!!

I suppose that's really what I get for dozing of in a tree, but...Fuuko-san didn't have to shake my birchy bed the instant she saw me. Ugh...At least she's happy... in the type of way that means she's laughing at me...ah...

"Hey, Raiha-kun, not getting enough sleep lately? Watch out! It'll make it a lot easier to beat you up!"

As usual, Fuuko-san is understanding and-what the heck.

"Oh no, Fuuko-san, I've gotten used to fighting like this. In fact, since I'm too tired to take it easy on you, some would say that it" I lunge forward and dramatically put a shuriken to her throat, growling "-improves me." At least that's what I wish had happened. But here's the truth:

"-Some would say that it-"I lunge forward and, not so dramatically, trip over a root and land on my face, exasperatedly chirping, "-dulls my reflexes." Once again, I get the "wonderful" (note the sarcasm) feeling of Fuuko-san laughing at me. Sigh... I vaguely glance at the sun (Neon-san used to say I'd go blind from it) and turn back to Fuuko-san.

"Considering that it's only about 1:30 pm, shouldn't you be at school?"

"Yeah right, why'd I want to be at that boring place?" she asks irritably

."To get an education!" That got her to face-fault. The words leave me mouth before I realize that they're probably going to anger her more,"Won't you get in trouble for skipping school?" Skipping school to be with me...nah, she probably just disliked the class.

There is an evil glint in her eyes that I find somewhat intimidating as she asks, "Wouldn't you, if you were skipping class, do some weird fake-you, shadow-y thing so it looked like you were there when you weren't?"

"Uh...yeah...probably..." I'm getting an ominous feeling about this...

Instantly, she pounces forward and locks an arm around my neck, yanking my head within noogie-ing range.

"So it couldn't hurt to teach 'lil ol' Fuuko this technique, could it? 'Course not!" Well here I am, stuck between a rock and a bit of poisonous things with the wrong number of legs. I don't think a 'find out on your own' will help in this case. But maybe, just maybe, I can get this to work to my advantage!

"An education is a really important thing and there are very few adequate reasons to miss it. However, training is also very important, so how bout this? Once every two weeks, I'll cover for your skipping class while we train. Unfortunately, it's a bit late to try today but maybe next time?"

"Sure. So what can I learn today?"

Hmm.... "Maybe we can work on just changing a few little things to improve your fighting style. Please don't get angry with me, just try out some of the things I suggest. If they don't work, we can drop the subject."

She raises an eyebrow,

"Geez, you're paranoid. What's with the disclaimer? If I attack you, it is only because we're training." I take a deep breath and mutter,

"Okay, Fuuko-san. Guess it's time we got to work. Get into the position you'd be in right before punching something." She happily hops into position and I mentally groan once again.

"Okay Fuuko-san, that's very nice but could you please raise your shoulders and stand up a bit more? Slouching will actually slow your dodging and make you tire more quickly in battle, so you've actually been fighting below your abilities! Now, let's see you puch in slow motion." She bends her left arm into a 'c' and slowly presses her knuckles into a tree on her right. There is a competitive 'now what?' expression on her face that makes me gulp before starting.

"Do you know why some fighters wear bandages on their arms? It's to keep their wrists straight and locked while they punch, because it gives the punches a lot more power. Try punching with a straighter arm and support it with your waist, the results should really show."

She stands up straight and vaguely wriggles her wrist around until stopping with it in an almost straight position with her arm parallel to the ground.

"So... what am I doing again?" I sighingly step behind her and start gently moving her limbs into the proper positions. Her arm feels slightly warm under my hand.

Click. I am about to die from being beaten to death by an angry teenage girl. Why? Because, rather that backing of sensibly, I'm choosing to walk down the path of pain.

I carefully reach out my hand and close hers into a fist with it, slowly moving her arm in a slow-motion punch. At the same time, I place my other hand on the front of her shoulder pushing her slightly up into better posture and me. Tilting my head, which is above her other shoulder, I notice her blushing and marvel that I've remained unscathed this long. It's probably due to this vantage point that I notice her other fist coming in time to dodge it.

"Now, Fuuko-san, you're moving your arm too much and too slow. It's not all that surprising that I was able to dodge. Also, hitting someone behind you with enough force to do any damage is hard. Next time, just turn slightly. Let's try again with that in mind, okay?"

She gapes at me in confusion as I shuffle around to my position of before.

"Now try again."

In an instant, she whirls around and delivers a painful blow to my jaw which knocks me flying.

"Ha! You deserved that!" She shouts, triumphantly.

Rubbing the back of my head, I chirp out,

"You really are a fast learner, Fuuko-san, and figure out how to do stuff fast. Maybe I shouldn't have taught you to punch like that..."

Yet again, Fuuko-san is laughing at me. Only difference is that this time, I deserve it.

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Yup, that's another chapter. You like this fanfic, yet? It's improved A LOT! Hehehe, they probably shouldn't be that couple-ey yet (am I coupling them too fast?) but who cares? Don't expect much but fluuf for the next few chappies but fluuf is good! I can (sometimes) write it well! See ya!

Oh yeah, PS I suppose, but REVIEW! Do it or be un-updated! Not that anyone but Jesse and orange09 cares (sniffle sniffle) ...Ahem. Get the point? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whaddya ya think of the poem thingies at the start of chapters? I think they help set the mood.