Saeka324: Yep. I know what your thinking. Don't say it. Quite frankly, the title was bothering me too. I mean, who wants to read a story called, "The Blood of a Virgin"?? I admit myself; if I saw that on the YYH page, I would have immediately called it stupid and moved down the page to look at other, more promising stories. It's okay dudes. I know how we all feel. (--Pats everyone on the back--) You know a title's bad when your friends start making fun of it.
And they aren't kidding. T.T
Anyway, you know when you write a chemistry paper or a thesis for English lit. late at night and you think it's really good when you write it? Then you come back and in the morning and read it again and it's complete s!#t? Yeah, that's what happened with chapter three. Was it just me, or did anyone feel like that last part was a tad rushed? Or the fact that I left a lot of empty plot spaces that I meant to fill in chapter three but ended up creating MORE for me to fill in during THIS CHAPTER? Bummer. I wrote a chapter that sucked.
I'm starting to have second doubts about this story. Nevertheless, I'll write one last chapter and see how it'll go. Meh...as some dude in a Ronald Regan movie said, I'll write this one for the Gipper. Er...or win it.
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Chapter Four: By the Light of the Moon
Hiei's Chambers
Hiei sat with his back to a wall, his arms resting upon his bent up knees. He had a dark expression on his face; the kind one usually has while contemplating something big. He had been sitting there since the early predawn hours, sleep eluding him. Ever since he had read Kurama's letter, his mind had been a jumble of thoughts and feelings. Looking down at his hand, Hiei clenched it into a fist. Why do I feel like this? He thought, staring out the window. I feel as if, he touched his heart, as if, I'm torn between two things... Pushing a hand through his darker than midnight hair, Hiei closed his eyes. An image came to mind. What decision must I make? I brought her here for death, and yet...every time I close my eyes... No. It can't be. She came here to die. And, if it's the last thing I do, he scowled; she will find an end here. No matter how enchanting and lovely she may be.
Someone draped their arms around his neck.
Startled, he stiffened, and was reaching for his knife when he heard a sultry voice, "Really, darling, if you insist at being awake at ungodly hours, you should have told me."
He sighed, untangling the feminine arms from him. "Miki, I don't have time for this."
Miki pouted, her golden eyes shining with tears. She leaned closer to him, tracing the muscles in his chest with accomplished fingertips. "But, I thought we could spend these oh so boring hours in the morning together."
Catching both her wrists, he pulled them down to her sides. "You know, I only bought you from that slave market because you were pretty. That doesn't give you leave to crawl all over me."
Her full lower lip trembled artfully. "But, baby, I—"
Hiei put his hand up, cutting off her words with a quick motion of his hand. "I know exactly what you wanted. And, for the love of God, don't call me baby. Now, please get out of my chambers."
"Surely you can't—"
"Miki, I won't say it again," he said forcefully, turning around and crossing his arms. "Get out. You had your night with me. Now leave."
There was a rustling noise behind him, and he felt her grip his arms tightly. "You don't know what you're saying," she said, her voice quivering. "You'll want me back, you just wait. And when you do..." she trailed off suggestively, spinning him around and firmly planting her lips on his mouth. Shrugging, he let her kiss him, standing still as she moved her arms up and around, locking them behind his neck. She kissed him hard and forcefully, then slowly pulled back. "That's what you have to look forward to." Trailing her fingers down his chest as she backed up, she smiled slyly, watching Hiei as he stood there firmly planted to the ground, his arms hanging limply at his side. "See you later," she flounced off, giving an absent wave over her shoulder. "Stud." (1)
When she left, Hiei gave a sigh a relief. The girl really is too much trouble, he thought, rubbing his head slowly. Pretty soon she'll be asking for a wedding ring and a seat to rule in. Plopping down in front of the window, he watched as the sun rose snuck over the ridges and into the valley his palace was situated. Strangely, he still felt odd, a mixture between unsureity and worry. But, about what? Was all this feeling invoked by her? Was he being confused and befuddled by, by a woman nonetheless? All my life I've wanted to have sureity, safety. And now that I have this certainty about my life, one thing has ripped it away. My hell has finally come to this world. And her name is Botan.
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Botan's Room
It was definitely cabin fever.
Ever since Kurama had led her into the spacious rooms the Shadow Lord had reserved for her, she had impatiently been pacing around the room, trying to find an outlet for the turbulent storm of emotions and tangles her thoughts had become. Should she sleep? Right now, Botan was about as wired as a monkey on caffeine. Sleep was impossible. So instead she had opted to edgily pace in circles around her bed, her robe swirling in an angry purple cloud around her feet.
Letting out a sound of frustration, she raked a hand through her loose and flowing hair. This is absolutely killing me! Kurama said that I wouldn't be seeing the Shadow Lord until tonight but... I can't help but think... Is he fat? Short? Tall? Handsome? Does he have green eyes or brown? Goodness, what does he look like!
So, like a caged animal, she continued to pace. Ruling out the possibilities that all the weight put on her was becoming to great and she had finally snapped, she simply called it a harmless case of cabin fever: staring at the same four walls for longer than she could stand. Restlessly, Botan grabbed her coat from where it hung on the bedpost and threw it around her shoulders. I simply have to get out of here.
Slowly opening her door, she peered through the crack to see if anyone was in her hall. When she was convinced the coast was clear, she lightly stepped out of the doorframe and into the hall, quietly shutting the door behind her. Tippy-toeing down the hallway, she came to the end, which had a large bay window. Softly, as if not to alert anyone to her presence, she opened the window, and stepped out into the night, dropping lightly onto the bushes below her.
Standing up, she took in a deep gulp of the fresh country air that dominated where the palace stood. She was in some sort of courtyard, with a large fountain in the middle of it. Sighing at the gentle music of rippling water and the chirping of crickets and cicadas, she moved towards the fountain and sat down on its edge. Drawing her knees up to her chin, she looked up towards the inky black sky dotted with the white brilliance of stars.
Oh, Botan, what kind of mess did you get yourself into?
A rabbit dashed across the courtyard, taking refuge in the large fragrant lilies that stood there.
Why did I think I could do this?
Nearby, some leaves rustled in the graceful blow of the wind.
Stop trying to bring yourself down. You did this for a reason, remember?
A wolf howled in the darkness, a noise the seemed it could match her loneliness.
Never have I ever felt this lonely before.
A meteor dashed across the sky.
You're in a new place Botan; of course you'll feel a little out of place at first.
A star blinked up in the darkness.
I just wish it could all be different.
Somewhere near her, the bushes rustled gently.
I wish I could go back, and erase all I've done.
The rustling got louder.
I wish I could be normal again, and have all the friends that I used to.
It got louder and louder, as if someone was trying to come out through them.
I wish he—
"Botan?"
The unexpected voice startled Botan. She let out a surprised cry, and spun around, trying to stand up. In her haste to do so, however, she lost her footing, and toppled headfirst into the fountain. Struggling to get back up again, Botan clawed for the edge, her fingers slipping against the wet stone. Coughing and spluttering, she managed to pull herself up, hair dripping into her eyes. Frantically trying to see who had called her name, she scrambled to her feet, her coat hanging like a dead weight across her shoulder. "Hello? Who's there?" she called worriedly. Her heart was beating like a congo drum on speed, and adrenaline pumped through her veins. "Hello?" Hadn't someone just called her name? Or was it just a trick of her exhausted imagination, trying to give her the company that she so desperately sought?
A hand delicately brushed aside a lock of hair that fell in her eyes. Shocked, Botan scrambled back against the fountain, her chest heaving in and out as she tried to calm down. Now Botan, it isn't really going to do you much good if you get this scared, she thought anxiously, her eyes squinting through the darkness, trying to see the figure that had touched her hair. Trying to keep her breathing even, she snaked her hand slowly down her leg, reaching for the small dagger that was holstered there.
"Botan?"
Botan let out a yelp; drawing and brandishing the dagger Mamoru gave her. "Don't come in any closer! I'm packing heat!"
"Botan, it's me. Kurama." He stepped closer, and the light of the moon hit his familiar emerald eyes and scarlet hair. Assessing her standing in the fountain and dripping like a wet cat, a small smile played around on his lips. "Are you all right?"
The fear in her heart melted away in an instant, and she quickly sheathed and hid her dagger again. "Just peachy," she said, unplastering herself from the fountain and trying to climb out of the fountain again. Clawing for the ledge, she latched on, trying to scramble up the tall wall only to lose her footing and tumble headfirst into the fountain again. Botan let out an exasperated noise after the water had settled, and pushed herself up, beginning the long process all over again.
Kurama snickered. "Here, let me help you." He leaned in and grabbed her arm, hoisting her up.
"Don't be silly, I can—" She shrieked when he turned her over his shoulder, spinning a graceful 180 degrees and setting her on the cool cobblestone of the courtyard.
He smiled. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased, causing Botan to turn a most unbecoming shade of red.
She flicked the stray strands of hair out of her face, trying to hide her blush. "So," she said, trying to act casual, "What are you doing here?"
It was his turn to blush. "I couldn't sleep. I saw you climb out of your window, so I thought I'd just drop by and join you."
"Oh." Botan walked over next to him, and sat down on the edge of the fountain again. They sat together in companionable silence, both of them content to just watch the sun creep its way over the horizon. "Kurama," Botan said finally, a question weighing on her mind.
"Hm?" he asked, his emerald gaze watching the blood-red sunrise.
"What does the Shadow Lord look like?"
He frowned. "Why would you want to know that?"
Botan blushed again. "Well, I just was wondering, you know..."
"Botan," he said, turning his head to look at her purple eyes, "I suggest you don't ask that question. Some people may get offended." Botan was taken back at the harsh edge his words had. His eyes had turned hard and glassy.
"Why?"
"Just don't." He said sharply, causing her to jump. "Watch it," he called as she began to lose her balance again.
"Oh, no!" she cried as she lost her footing, and would have fallen in, if it wasn't for Kurama. He grabbed her hand, and laughter danced in his eyes, softening the abrasive glow that had been there just moments before.
"There's something about that fountain, isn't there?" He smiled warmly then, looking at her tenderly. Botan looked back, completely frozen. Slowly, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and leaned closer. "You'll have to stay away from it," he whispered huskily. And with that, he leisurely dipped his head and gently put his lips on hers.
Botan, who was still recovering from her almost dip into the fountain, was utterly stunned. His lips moved over hers softly, and she made no move to stop him. What is he doing? She asked, her senses just returning. As his fingers moved calmly up to caress her neck, she broke away from the kiss, turning her head so that his lips brushed her ear. "I—" she began, only to stop when his emerald gaze fixed upon her, his eyes blank and his thoughts unreadable. "Its too much." Twisting out of his arms, she pushed away from the fountain, backing up slowly. "Not, now, Kurama. I'm sorry." She turned tail and ran, leaving a bemused Kurama behind at the fountain.
What was that about? She asked as her feet flew over the cobblestones towards her window. Why did he kiss me? The thought lingered in her mind as she pulled herself up into the palace, shutting the window firmly in place. We're just friends. She slid down the wall and onto the floor, resting her head against the solid structure. It was just an accident. He didn't mean to. He's too nice to do that.
Still, no matter how she tried to calm herself, Botan returned to her room feeling slightly nauseous.
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Miki felt like complete shit. After her talk with Hiei, she had returned back to her room to sulk. Why did he say no? She thought angrily as she laid on her bed. Dear Mamoru sent me here because he knew that bitch Botan couldn't handle a man like the one I just left. Oh, why did he refuse me! I was doing so well, too!
Though Miki was young, she had seen all there was to about men and love. Her mother had been a pathetic serving maid who didn't understand that every time the master laid with her another child would come in nine months. Miki had been the oldest of seven siblings, her mother finally dying in the throes of childbirth after giving the last one. Miki had noted her mother's mistake, and swore that the same thing wouldn't happen to her. So when the master turned his eyes to her, she demanded the things a normal wife would: protection, jewels, clothes, and money. And so, Miki went on to live the next four years of her life in comfort, until her latest protector was killed by his jealous wife. She was blamed, had all her clothes burned and her jewelry returned to the lady in the house, and was kicked out into the streets.
It was there where darling Mamoru had found her, scrounging for food in his trash bin. Seeing her potential, he called her into his home and bathed her. After his initial shock at her beauty, he immediately offered her a spot in his infinite fleet of spies. Seeing ample opportunity to win the good graces of her newest paramour, she said yes.
Mamoru had the genius idea to sell her into the slave market, and ship her towards where the tramp Botan had found his realm. He had indeed bought her, and she wasted no time getting to know her handsome and brave new protector. And, it wasn't long before her quest had been merely to win Hiei, rather than collect information.
And I will win him. No matter what it takes. He will see this foolishness soon enough and correct his grievous error. All men have. No one can ignore my beauty. Fingering a lock of her long blonde hair, she smiled ruefully. Yes. Tonight, tonight, I'll win him back at that ball of his. And he won't know what hit him.
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Shortly after her little tête-à-tête in the garden with Kurama, a servant knocked on her bedroom door, declaring that he was to take her to breakfast. Botan shakily pulled on a sweatshirt and shorts, her mind still elsewhere. She followed the servant in silence, he chattered endlessly about the morning's events, such as how one of the serving maids managed to set the kitchen on fire, etc. They soon arrived at large double doors, and the servant threw them open to reveal a large great hall, with the Shadow Lord's army joking and laughing boisterously over their morning meal.
"You take your meals here, miss," the servant said, motioning to the long wooden tables that were crowded with me. "The table should be set already, and the food should be on the table as well. Do you need anything else?" As if already expecting her answer, the servant turned around and was poised to leave the Great Hall.
"Yes, wait a minuet."
"What is it, miss?"
"I, uh..." Botan touched her lips briefly, as if to urge what was on the tip of her tongue out. "Does... I mean.... Will the Shadow Lord eat here?"
The servant threw back his head and laughed loudly. "Here? No, no, miss, this room is much too plain for our Lord to eat here. He eats in his own chambers."
"Oh." Botan flushed. "Sorry."
The servant took one last look at her and chuckling, shook his head. "Eat here? Ha!" his voice floated to her from where he was walking away. "What a stupid girl..."
Sighing, Botan turned around to asses to noisy men. They were swatting each other on the back happily, talking and yelling in comradery. "Where to sit," she said softly, putting her hands on her hips as her eyes searched for a place to eat her meal.
"Hey! Miss!"
Being the only woman in the room, Botan turned her head to where the shout had came from. A tall, strapping young man was waving his arms wildly, frantically calling her. "Over here!" The space around him was crowded with his friends, who had all stopped talking to look over to her.
"What are you doin' mate?" one of his friends asked.
"Askin the pretty lady to sit wit us, o'course! Right here!"
"But the table's full, half-wit!"
Looking around at the full space beside him, the handsome warrior thought for a moment. "You're right." He pushed his friend off his bench, who landed on the cold floor with a grunt. "Right here's an empty spot!"
Botan couldn't help but smile as she watched his friends swat him on the back as they hooted with laughter. She walked over towards the man, and said happily, "Excuse me, but do you suppose I could sit here?"
"Why, it'd be a pleasure to have a lady as pretty as to you to be sittin next to me!" He said, making room for Botan as she sat delicately down on the long wooden bench. "Would you be wantin' anythin' to eat? Me name's Jonas, if ye be wantin' to know,." He said, grabbing an empty plate from a rack behind him, and placing it in front of her.
She grinned. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jonas. And yes, I'm absolutely starving."
Jonas feigned shock. "Did ye hear that, mates? The poor lady's starvin'!"
"Blind me!"
"Us poor souls had no clue!"
"How bloody awful!"
"Well, don't just stand there, lack-wits, get the lady summtin to eat!" Jonas's friends stood up so quickly the table almost fell over.
"O'course, sire! Right away!" They all dashed over to the kitchen to grab some food, leaving a giggling Botan at the table.
Jonas shook his head sadly. "You'll have to excuse them, miss. They ain't exactly the sharpest tools in the shed."
Botan giggled again. "That's quite all right, Jonas. I'm Botan, by the way."
"Botan," Jonas agreed. "That's a right pretty name."
Botan rolled her eyes. "Oh, stuff it Jonas."
Jonas threw back his head and laughed, then swatted her painfully on the back. "Bright n' beautiful too, don't you know!" Jonas's friends returned then carrying a platter heaped with eggs and bacon and biscuits.
"We got yer food!" One called, throwing the platter down on the table with a clatter. "Might not be much, but ye came to brekkie a bit late!"
"Mates, this here be Botan!" Jonas said loudly as his pals resumed their spots at the table and began loading Botan's plate with food. They offered cheery greetings, and then left her to eat her food. "That fool with the sloppy grin on his face is Derrick," Jonas said, pointing out his friends while Botan dug ravenously into her food. "And then that bloke over there with the red hair's Peter, and then that's Ben, and that lad I just pushed off the table's Andy."
"Hello," Botan managed around a mouthful of food.
The men laughed. "She's a hungry one, ain't she?"
So, the meal continued on for a while, Botan and the soldiers exchanging jokes and stories, bragging and enjoying the morning food together. Suddenly, Jonas gasped. "Mates, look sharp!" He called, causing all his friends to turn around and look. When the saw what Jonas had seen, they all let out surprised noises, the forks clattering to the table as they bowed their heads. The soldiers next to them followed their lead, and sounds of shock rippled across the Great Hall as the men all stopped eating and lowered their heads quickly.
"What's going on?" Botan asked worriedly.
"For the love of God, get down!" Jonas hissed out, grabbing the back of Botan's hastily made braid and jerking her head down.
Footsteps clicked along the floor, getting louder and louder as they walked towards their table. "What does he want wit us?" Peter asked fearfully, glancing around to his other friends.
"Dunno," Jonas whispered back.
The footsteps stopped right behind Botan. "Gentlemen," a low voice said, acknowledging their presence.
"I didn't do nuttin' wrong!" Andy blurted out.
The voice chuckled. "Of course you didn't. It was Botan I came for."
Botan sat frozen in her seat. She would've recognized that voice anywhere. Slowly, she turned around and looked into the face of the voice. "Hello, Kurama," she said gradually.
For the first time ever, Botan noticed Kurama looked nervous. "Erm, Botan," he began, his green eyes dancing around the room anxiously. "May, uh, I see you in private?"
There were gasps from her newly found friends. They looked at her worriedly, and a frown crossed Jonas' brow. "It'll be all right, luv," he whispered as Botan got up from the table. "If he hurts you or anythin', just give a shout and me an the boys will get there right quick." Peter, Andy, and Ben all nodded in agreement.
Botan smiled as she got up and assessed her friends. "Thanks," she said, not bothering to correct that all Kurama wanted was just to talk to her.
Kurama coughed. "This way." He walked out of the room, assuming Botan to follow him. Giving an absent wave to Jonas, she moved out of the great hall behind Kurama.
After they left and the soldiers began to talk in hushed voices about why the pretty lady had been taken away by his Lord's assistant, Jonas shook his head in bewilderment. "That be a brave one, lads."
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Kurama's Sitting Room
"You may be wondering why you're here," Kurama said, picking up a small statue and examining it.
"That absolutely hits the nail on the head," Botan said dryly.
Kurama coughed, and set down the figurine. "Yes, well, the "Shadow Lord", as you call him, has informed me its time you were put to work."
"Already? But I haven't been here but—"
"Yes, yes, I know, but it's not up to me to decide. Now, your job. Your job is to be overseer of everything inside the palace."
Botan was shocked. "All that?" "Yes. A task that would normally fall to me, but he suggests you do it. That means putting in meals for the cooks to make for him, checking with his gardeners to make sure the landscape is well, keeping the soldiers happy, checking in with housekeeping, and so on. I know it sounds like a lot—"
"That's wonderful!" Botan squealed, jumping up from where she sat, almost knocking the chair over. "I couldn't ask for a better job! That means that I'll get to meet everyone here!"
Kurama smiled as he watched Botan's happiness at her newly given job. Then, in her happiness she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much," she said, squeezing, the stepping back. He was watching her with hooded eyes, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
"Botan, about this morning—"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Don't worry. I know it was an accident."
"Does that mean...?"
"Yes," she smiled. "It's forgiven. And forgotten."
He looked relieved. "Good. I thought you'd never talk to me again...I don't know what came over me... You just looked so beautiful; the morning light reflecting in your lovely amethyst eyes, the rising sun striking on your cascade of hair... I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay."
He looked at her with veiled green eyes, a pained expression on his face. "I don't know what I would have done if you didn't forgive me."
"Shh," Botan said, putting a finger on her lips. "You're a friend. I'll always forgive you. Now, let's go and figure out where I should start with my new job."
"Of course. Oh, and Botan?"
"Hmm?" Botan said, in the process of opening his door.
"He's not a bad person. Trust me."
Knowing whom he was talking about, a smile played around Botan's lips. "I believe you." So, with everything set aright again, Kurama and Botan set off to go and check things around the palace.
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The Ballroom, Later that Night
Botan felt jittery as Kurama spun her around on the marble floor in tune to the string quartet that was playing. Her lovely cream-colored dress with a fitted bodice and a bell-shaped skirt swirled with her, swishing happily around her heels. Botan wished she could feel as carefree as her dress seemed to be, if indeed her dress had feelings, but, right now, Botan felt as laid back as a schizophrenic on caffeine. Tonight she would get her first look at the man whom she was supposed to get close too, to get into his heart.
She prayed he was pleasant looking.
As the song died down, Kurama led her away from the dance floor, murmuring in her ear, "You'll do fine. Calm down."
"Easy for you to say," Botan muttered.
He smiled. "Stay here. I'll get us some drinks." As he moved away through the large crowd of glittering ladies and men, her heart still beated wildly beneath her chest.
Just chill out, she thought to herself. Everything's going to be fine.
When someone tapped her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Excuse me, miss?" The unfamiliar voice made her heart beat even faster. She spun around, and saw it was an elderly-looking gentleman, with kind eyes and a warm smile. "Forgive me for asking, but are you the young lady who so staunchly defended our good Lord in Spirit World?"
Botan smiled despite her nerves. "Why, yes, I am."
"Hey! Guys! It is her!" The old man called. Instantly, a flock of young men stampeded to her side, introducing themselves and shaking her hand profusely. Surprised at all the attention she was getting, Botan shook back their hands in somewhat of a dazed trance. It seems Mamoru's plan worked better than he had thought. They surrounded her, telling her stories about how they had all lain in wait, longing to meet her, and were glad to see her. Botan laughed out loud at some of the outrageous things they said, and smiled at their kindness where it was given.
It was there where Kurama found her, joking and carrying on with her admirers. Smiling to himself, he set the drinks he had fetched on the nearby tray of a serving man. At least she won't be lacking in friends, he thought as he watched her. Suddenly, he felt a cool wind behind him. Frowning, he crossed his arms. "I didn't think you'd show up so soon, Hiei."
He stepped up next to him. "Don't be a fool, Kurama. That dumb girl Miki has been following me around ever since I got here. I only now just got away."
Kurama made a mental note to have that looked into.
"So, she was sure fast on picking up the men," Hiei commented as he coolly assessed the crowd of men around Botan. "Still as pretty as ever," he muttered to himself.
Kurama grinned. "She does have a certain beauty about her, doesn't she?"
"She's pretty, but I'm not taking it farther than that," he said wryly.
Kurama snickered. "Ah, Hiei. Where have you been hiding all day?"
"None of your business." He said flatly. When he saw one of the men touch her arm lightly, his mouth flattened into a thin line. "I think it's time I broke up her little party." With that, he moved towards the crowd of men, leaving behind an amused Kurama. As he walked along the floor, men dropped into deep bows and ladies curtsied elegantly. When he came to where she was, one by one the group of men parted, bowing deeply to their lord. Botan, who was just laughing at a funny joke, had no clue what was going on, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as amusement pealed out of her long waves of musical laughter. That was, until, one of the men hit her arm and hissed a few words to her. Her laughter stopped abruptly, but, for whatever odd reason, she kept her eyes closed.
He frowned deeply and crossed his arms. "I see you made fast friends," he sneered.
She gasped, and her eyes flew open. "H-hiei?"
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Saeka: DUN DUN DUN.....(--dramatic music plays--) So, they finally met each other! (--whew--) And it only took four chapters to get there! Yeah, yeah.
Now, what's gonna happen now that they've met? Hmm.... We'll just have to wait and see, because I don't know either. Sorry if that last little part sounded abrupt. I just wanted to get it out before I went off to camp so I wouldn't leave you guys in the dark for too long. (--yays--)
So, I leave the fate of continuing this story in the hands of you, dear reviewers. Tell me what you think.
Well, like I said, I'm a goin to camp for a week, so I made this chapter long. (Thirteen pages, BOO YEAH) H'anyway, hope everyone has a super cool week!
Ja!
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1. You have NO CLUE how hard I was laughing while I wrote this....lol
