Onto other notes… if Ayane does start a Hayabusa fan-club, I'll join. *Evil grin* Okay… I'll stop…
Mmm… clones…
Oops, sorry, Wolf! *Sweatdrop* I lasted a chapter or so, though! ^^
And for those of you asking about Ryu's father… is he just an ass or is there something *bigger* in there? The answer's the latter… but as to why… you'll find out later. Ha, ha, ha!!!!
Oh… if you want a chapter far later in the story (might mess you up a bit but,) there's a spoiler on my friend's site.
Edit: Seeing as the website doesn't enter in this darn document, go to my bio and click on the link in there. ^^
But be warned... it gives you some *hints* as to the later nature of this story… although, I am writing a chapter in which Ryu is forced into a dress… HAHAHAHA!
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"You're home!"
She felt warm arms wrap around her. "Don't ever do that again, Kasumi. Ryu came and told us, I was so worried… why did you want to go, Kas?"
She returned the embrace, slim arms going around her brother's waist. "I needed time to think. But I met… a certain someone on the way. He let me think, and also made me realise that the best place for me is my home, with the people I love,"
"Hmm. That certain someone sounds useful. Maybe I should make an appointment," there was a warm breeze on her cheek as Hayate chuckled. She pulled away from the embrace, smiling so hard that she thought she would burst.
"He certainly is. And I'm sure that he'd be pleased to see you,"
Suddenly, a ragged looking Ayane stepped inside, slamming the door behind her.
"Ayane, how are you?" she asked, not expecting an answer.
"Fine. I've been brainwashed," the girl was muttering. "There's no other possible explanation for it. Converted. Next thing I'll be going around starting a Ryu Hayabusa fan-club or something. Worshipping his bloody socks like every other stupid girl at that stupid school,"
She smirked, glancing over as Hayate burst out laughing. "The magic touch, huh?"
Ayane frowned, walking out of the room without saying anything else.
"He does have that effect, doesn't he?" she mused aloud.
"What?" Hayate asked sleepily through a packet of chips.
"Hayabusa, I mean. Almost like a magic touch. I mean, he helped you with your maths and everything, right? And he helped me… he even helped Ayane,"
Hayate smiled gently. "In his own way. I told Ayane he was a good guy. But we all know that you can't just tell Ayane anything. Ayane has to see first hand before she has a chance of believing anything you tell her,"
"That's right,"
She couldn't keep the smile off her face. Everything would be okay from now on.
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