Birdcage

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:Liquid Sunshine In the Eventide:

I didn't bother with feeding the following night, my thoughts too directed at another event. The Festival. I knew it had a name, but me, being the unsocial vampire that I was, had avoided such activities and events. Mostly out of fear of being discovered when I was a young vampire. Now, mostly because I had never a reason to. But now, now was different. I had a reason to go.

I had awoken just a little earlier than I normally did, hoping to find a kimono shop nearby before they had all closed down for the night. I had lucked out, fortunately. I had made it to a shop that was on the verge of closing in a mere ten minutes. Unfortunately for them, I had a hard time picking something out, and an even harder time trying to guesstimate Sakura's size. Least to say, it took well over an hour after their closing time before I had found, what I had believed to be, the 'perfect' kimono. Or I had hoped it would be at least.

Large paper bag in hand, I made my way down the busy little street which I normally preferred to avoid. At the last minute, I found myself turning into a small shop that carried sewing items. I bought a pair of scissors there with the money from my previous, overly large, victim. I had received several odd glances as I walked out from the shop, gracefully, yet quickly, and down the street before disappearing into an alley way. I then proceeded to head to our normal waiting place.

Upon arriving, I found myself alone in the field. Hmm... perhaps I was early? I probably was, since I usually woke up around that time and spent anywhere from half and hour to an hour hunting before making my way here, or anywhere else for that matter.

I walked over to the cliff, a place where I had found myself, along side a certain girl, staring lazily into the dark distance. I found myself repeating what I had done the night before.

Placing the bag of fine goods beside me, upright, I seated myself beside it, allowing myself the liberty to stretch my limbs before laying back on the dry dusty ground.

I folded my arms behind my head, head resting in my hands. I watched as a few dark clouds drifted in front of the moon, covering it briefly, before being whisked away by the winds.

My mind drifted to green eyes and auburn hair. She was... mysterious... in her own light. Always trying to please others, always drawing her sentences on and on when she became embarrassed... always in denial.

'Always in denial...' I found myself thinking repeatedly. At the edge of my mind I heard the soft, loathsome melody from my dream.

I felt my face twist in disgust at the thought of it.

'Complete her song and grant her final wish...'

I felt disgusted at the thought of my recent dream.

It was just a dream. Just one of your rare morbid dreams... it's best to just ignore it.

I found myself repeating as a mantra in my head. I closed my eyes, grunting.

"Just another stupid, worthless, horrifying dream..." I mumbled to myself.

"What dream?"

I bolted upwards into a sitting position, whipping around to see who the intruder was.

My eyes met the face of a familiar cheerful girl. I felt my stiff posture relax from a sigh of relief. It was rare for me to ever be caught off guard...

I eyed her up and down quickly. She wore a red turtleneck, cream overall shorts over that followed by black socks and her leather sandals. Her neck was decorated with a black silk choker.

"Sorry im a little late. Dad had me sent to Yukito's house to take care of me until he got back from his trip. I had a hard time convincing him to let me go to the festival with you." she said, her previous question forgotten already.

Yukito? I was unfamiliar with the name, but I shrugged it off, deciding that I would ask her about it sometime later.

"Oh?" I said slyly as I quirked an eyebrow. "How so? Humor me, if you will."

I moved over a little as she took a seat next to me. I could feel the vibrations of her small frame as she breathed in and out gently. My eyes drifted from her face to her hair as she stared out into the distance. She still hadn't fixed it properly yet. I brought my hand up, as I had the previous night, and fingered her delicate hair. Her gaze shifted from the sea to my face. She smiled.

"Yeah, I didn't get it cut yet... I haven't had time." she spoke, meekly.

I could smell the flowery fragrance emitting from her soft hair, as if I were actually bathing my senses in it. It was... how should one put it? Delightful.

"Well, like I was about to say," she continued, "I told him I was going to the festival. He offered to come with me, but I told him I was going with a friend. He was uneasy about it, since he knew I never really made friends well. He kept suggesting to come along, as a chaperone, but I kept telling him that it was something I wanted to do with my friend, alone. After that, he kept asking who my friend was! Isn't that funny?" she asked, attempting to stifle her own giggling with her hand.

I found myself smiling. I personally didn't find it as funny as she had, but I couldn't help but smile at her innocent fit of laughter. My gaze drifted from her hair to her face, then eyes, as she faced the sea yonder, where my line of sight remained as she continued her story.

"I just kept telling him 'just a friend', but he wouldn't accept it. Well, until I told him it was a secret friend and gave him a wink. I don't know what the wink meant, but I had seen it on TV shows a couple of times after a person was trying to keep a secret... I think that's what they were doing anyways..."

I personally didn't understand either, since it was a thing that became a fashion or whatnot after I had transcended from the human real to the realm of the living dead. After becoming a vampire, I never bothered to keep up with trends of time. It's been years since then though, and knowing what I do now, I most likely would have found myself blushing a little at that time. Well, if vampires can blush, that is.

A small silence befell us as we listened to the rolling and crashing of the sea below us. I had turned my gaze back out to the sea, along with hers for the time being. It was peaceful...

"So, are you ready to go to the festival?" she asked suddenly, her voice chirping with happiness, her gaze now fixed with mine.

I stood and offered a hand to her and pulled her to her feet.

"Almost."

"Almost?" she asked, cocking her head to the side in a questioning manner.

I reached down into the bag that sat next to me and pulled out a pair of scissors. I held them while opening and closing the blades a few times in a snipping motion as I grinned at her.

"Well, how about we do something about that hair of yours first?"

The look of surprise was replaced with an embarrassed smile on her face.

"Um... ok... but... have you done this before?" she asked, unsure of my skill. Well... a skill I was about to learn, anyways.

"Well..." I said, scratching my head. Very unusual of myself to do. "It can't be that hard. After all, all I have to do is cut in a straight line, right?" I said, a little nervous myself.

I was used to basically 'weed-whacking' my own hair when I was frustrated, only to have it grow back within a few days. It never came out looking right, but then again, I was never trying for a decent cut, until now.

"I guess... but don't mess it up any more than it is!" she warned. I attempted to not laugh at her warning. She tried to act tough and threatening, but it fell short, somehow. Not enough 'umph' in it, I suppose.

I placed a hand on her back and pushed her out into the grass, so as to not get hair all over our sitting area we normally found ourselves at. Not that it would have really mattered to me.

"Oh, but shouldn't we do this somewhere with more light?"

I smiled. "Don't worry. I can see perfectly fine as it is. Now, just hold still and don't fidget, or I might get your ear." I joked.

She stood stalk still the entire time, apparently taking my words of getting her ear seriously, as I had carefully cut a straight line in the back, but made it slope downwards when heading towards the front. It only took me a few minutes before I had finished the simple task.

She had pulled a few strands in front of her face before releasing it and letting her hands slide down her hair to the ends, examining them with her fingers. After a minute or so, she smiled up at me, apparently pleased with the result.

"Wow! You're really good at cutting hair! Maybe you should be a barber! I bet you could make a lot of money!"

I shook my head. "Sorry, my dear, but cutting hair is not my specialty."

Suddenly, her face twisted in a look of discomfort as she she reached back and began to scratch her back, or what her delicate hands could reach anyways. Oops. I had forgotten about the ends of the hair. I mentally slap myself. She was probably itching from the hair that fell down her sweater and the strands that had gotten caught in her sweater.

I felt a little awkward as I attempted to dust the hair off of her, only to succeed in getting them tangled more and more into her sweater. Oh, such a dolt!

"Well... don't worry about it." I assured her. I headed back to my bag before reaching in it and pulling out a kimono that was roughly her size, or at least I had hoped would be.

Her eyes widened in shock, once again, as I held the magnificent, and expensive, article of clothing before her. It was decorated with pink and blue Sakura and other unnameable flowers with green and blood red bamboo stalks. A few white cranes flying across the patterns of plants and a river of light blue clouds on a backdrop that was a lighter blue at the bottom, blending into the deep midnight blue at the top. All of the patterns were lined with gold thread.

I handed this to her as she stared in awe at it. I smiled at her as I reached down, back into the bag, before pulling out the Obi. It was a black Obi, decorated with silver bamboo patterns and a few gold swallows, dancing across the silky material.

I presented this to her as well, but by the time she had both in her arms, she was blushing deeply, unable to find words to express her joy, gratitude, whatever you wish to call her reason for lack of words.

"Do you like it?" I asked gently. The only thing she managed to do was nod her head quickly. I smiled.

I gave her a few moments to collect herself. Only then was she able to find words to express herself.

"This is for me?" she squeaked. I nodded, rolling my eyes.

"Does it look like it's big enough for me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

The smile on her face widened even more than it had ever before. At first, I was afraid of what she might have thought about it. But seeing her smile made all of my bothersome worries wash away. I was worrying over nothing, practically.

"So I can wear it?"

I nodded. "Of course. I didn't buy it so you could just stare at it like a bumbling idiot."

She smiled her toothy smile before dropping kimono to the ground, very ungraceful like. I was about to protest about treating it properly when I felt a warmth enter my cheeks as I turned around quickly, eyes avoiding her at all cost.

Apparently she had no shame, for as soon as she had dropped the kimono, she proceeded to strip down right then and there.

Good thing we were out in the middle of no where, and I a gentleman. Otherwise... er... I'd prefer not to go into the subject.

Anyways! Ahem.

I gave her the time she needed to dress herself in her newly bought outfit that I had taken the time and pain to purchase. It only took her a minute or so to get into the kimono. By that time, she had asked for help on putting the Obi on. I agreed to help, even though I had no idea how to put one on, least of all put one on someone else!

After ten minutes or so of trying to get it right with her poor instructions and help, we managed to get it wrapped around her waist properly before tying it in place with a golden Obijime.

She moved her arms back and forth in the long drooping sleeves, looking herself over as much as she could without a mirror, before doing a little twirl in it.

"God. What a mess. Im glad I don't bother to wear Kimonos!" I exclaimed, wiping the sweat from my head.

She giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Men have it better. They don't have to mess with an Obi or Obijime like we do. I bet you'd look pretty in a kimono too!"

I frowned. "Pretty is something men are not. Handsome, maybe. Pretty? That term is reserved for women."I found myself saying, crossly.

She continued to giggle, hiding her lips behind the sleeves of her kimono.

"Thank you, Syaoran!" she said in glee, before throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me down with her weight. I gasped in surprise, attempting to keep from saying anything about the kink in my neck I was quickly getting from her. She wasn't heavy, not to a vampire at least, but still, she was heavy enough to pull me down.

Well, best not to ruin her fun.

She placed a quick kiss on my cheek, causing me to nearly topple over from pure shock. How bold! I found myself thinking at the time.

I reached my hands up and gripped her arms in them before prying them off of me. Her green orbs pierced my own with unspoken swelling happiness. It made me wonder if she had ever experienced such joy in her life as this? Or, at least since the falling apart of her family.

Such thoughts I quickly whisked away, not wanting my concern to appear on my face as a give away to my thoughts.

"Well, the festival awaits. Shall we?" I asked, extending my elbow.

She clapped her hands as she jumped up a few times in excitement.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, before placing her hands in the crook of my elbow.

We soon entered a scene of bustling life that I had not experienced for many years. I felt a rush of adrenaline fill my veins as I smiled down at the fair girl that walked evenly with me by my side.

"Well, what would you like to do first?" I asked, a little more loudly than I normally did over the noise of the crowds of people, masked in their kimono's with colors that came from all spectrums of the rainbow.

She pointed a ways off to a fish scooping booth. I nodded and followed.

Upon arriving at our destination, the man operating the stand glanced us both over, his gaze lingering more on me than on the girl I escorted. He looked to be around his late 40s, slowly beginning to grey around the edges. It was very noticeable in his short black hair.

I sent a hard glare in his direction when I was sure Sakura wasn't looking. He shrank away like a dog with his tail between his legs. I smirked in triumph. Maybe that'll take a few more years off and give you a quick end, you brown nosing old man, I found myself thinking.

I felt the weight of her hands that were resting on my elbow, drop away as she bent down to peer into the water, examining the gold fish before her.

"Want a go at it? It'll be 300 yen." came the voice of the booth worker, gruffly. I watched Sakura reach for a small bag of money she had thought she had hidden in her kimono and I gave a sighed. I quickly pulled out the money and tossed it to the booth man. Double the amount actually. With her skills, she was going to need some extra chances.

The man took it with surprise, but didn't say anything before thrusting a small paper filmed scooper into Sakura's face. She had still been digging around for her small money bag, which she had probably left behind in the field with her other clothes, unknowingly.

I watched as she attempted to scoop a goldfish out, her face twisting in concentration, tongue slightly sticking out. I held back a chuckle.

In mere seconds, she had ruined the first scooper and was handed another, and soon, another and another. A total of 6 before I ended up tossing another 300 yen his way for another three chances. By the time she had reached her 9th scooper, she had finally managed to scoop a small white mixed with orange goldfish into her bowl.

"Syaoran Syaoran! I caught one! I finally caught one!" she cheered, holding the bowl up and in my face, before I pushed it away gently, laughing nervously.

"Uh, yes, you did." I could feel a little embarrassment creeping up my neck.

I watched as the man in the booth began to open a bag, ready to put the fish in, before Sakura suddenly dumped it back into the tank. The booth man looked next to horrified.

"Why did you go and do that for?" I asked, not the least upset, but rather curious. The booth man nodded.

"Im not fishing that fish out, Missy. And no refunds." the booth man said sternly. Sakura only turned and grinned down at him.

"I was only doing it for fun. I've always wanted to do it, but I don't have any place to keep it at my house." she said, attempting to be positive about it, but I could tell she was little disappointed with herself.

"Sorry I wasted your money, Syaoran." she said, adverting her gaze from mine. I just patted her head.

"Don't worry about it. I have enough money to last the rest of the night. Besides, as long as you're having fun, then it's not a waste, now is it?" I said, in an attempt to reassure her.

I watched as her face brightened quickly at my words.

I turned my gaze down the isle of booths that lined both sides of the large walkway. Red, Gold, and White lanterns hung between the booths and across, connecting to each as they went. The sounds of people enjoying themselves echoed into the night as food sizzled and hissed, bubbling luring smells into the air. Up ahead, not very far in the distance, was a large bon fire.

"Well, what now?" I asked.

She looked around, index finger to her chin, as she looked around. She then pointed excitedly to another booth.

"Oh! That! That! I wanna do that one!"

We walked up to the booth, where I, once again, received a longer, questioning stare, due to my apparel, from an old hag. Or, I at least hoped it was my clothes that drew the attention, and not something else, such as my fangs or what not.

Peering down, it was another water booth. This time, it was Mizu-yoyo booth. Or rather, a water balloon yoyo booth.

Once again, I found myself handing over more money willingly. And once again I found myself handing out more and more, until she had finally pulled one out.

The night was long and very eventful. After the Mizu-yoyo, we headed to a pottery stand, where I ended up participating in the activity as well. By the time we had managed to successfully create a bowl out of mud (im trying to express my disgust with the event, so allow me call it mud, instead of clay), my hands were covered with the material, and I, along with Sakura, headed down to a stream just a short ways away from the small festival, where we proceeded to wash our hands off, and I even having to save her from falling in once.

We later found ourselves at several other booths along the way, purchasing a few items here and there, all for her, mind you, for I had no use for such items. And we eventually ended up near the bon fire at a booth selling Okonomiyaki and next to it stir fry dishes and cotton candy. I bought a little of each, not bothering to even sample anything I had bought (or at least hoped I wouldn't but ended up anyways) but rather giving it all to her instead. After all, eating human food would probably result in the regurgitation of my intestine, which im sure you would all rather not hear about.

"Mmm! This is really good! Almost like my moms cooking!" came Sakura's happy comment, taking a bite of the okonomiyaki.

She then followed with a bite of her cotton candy before taking the chance to shove it into my face.

"Try some! This is really good too!"

I took a brief smell of the pink and blue sugary threads before pushing it away, as I had done several times already in this night alone.

"Oh, come oooonnnn... try some! It's reeeeaaaallllyyyy goooooooddd. See?" she said, as she took another bite, this time over exaggerating her chewing movements and emitting an 'mmmm' sound from her throat.

"Here! Just a little bite wont hurt!"

I moved my head to the side away from it as she held it in front of my face again.

"Um, no. You of all people should know I don't ...like human food."

Her eyes glistened over as she pouted, giving me her best puppy dog look she could muster.

"Please? Pretty pretty please? For me?"

I sighed in defeat. "Fine. But just... a little." I said, before pinching off a piece and shoving it into my mouth. I felt my face contort at the awful, putrid, vile, ghastly, inhuman (literally) taste.

"Is it good?" she asked, eyes still wide.

I nodded fervently, causing her to jump in circles for joy before I took advantage of her distraction to turn my head and spit it out followed by the wiping of my tongue on my sleeve in a pitiful attempt to rid my mouth of the awful taste. Luckily for me, by the time she was finished jumping for joy, I had regained my composure, but unfortunately for me, my stomach hadn't. I needed to sit down.

"Want more?"

"NO!" I shouted, hands up in front of me in defense before receiving several stares from the people around us. I looked around a little nervously. What was wrong with me? Other than a bad case of stomach ache from the terrible food, what was causing me to act this way?

I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my head as I did so.

"I mean... I bought it for you, and it would be a waste if I ate it! After all, if I wanted one, then I can always go and... er.. buy myself one." Oh, how lame. I mentally kicked myself.

But she bought it. She looked a little disappointed at first, but quickly brightened up. But I still needed to sit down.

"How about we go watch the bon fire?" I ended up suggesting. By this time, we had already spent several hours messing around with the booths and stalls. There were still many that we had yet to explore, but I honestly didn't care for it.

She agreed easily enough.

We found ourselves standing in front of the large monitored fire, mingling with dozens of couples. This made me uncomfortable, but then again, maybe it was just my stomach.

After standing for a few minutes, just staring into the dancing inferno, I decided to take a seat on the ground. Jesus, why was my stomach in such pain? I couldn't figure it out. Yes, that candy probably triggered the cause of it, but it shouldn't be this intense, should it?

I felt the girl take a seat next to me, still munching on her cotton candy. I attempted to keep my face from contorting from my discomfort, even though the warmth brought from the flames did arouse a sleepiness within me.

God... last time I felt anything as bad as this was when I was a mortal... so why now?

I stared into the flames as they flickered and disappated into the air. Then I realized why I was feeling so miserable.

I knew I should have fed before coming here... this is the last time I decide to avoid feeding before going out, ever ever again.

My eyes ran across all of the people gathered around the center piece we were all drawn to, like moths to a giant flame. I felt my tongue run against my fangs, hunger quickly infecting me like an unwanted virus. How horrible this hunger was. My line of vision was soon landing on each one of their delicate throats where I would normally puncture my victims at.

I quickly closed my eyes, inhaling sharply in an attempt to calm myself.

Calm down, calm down. This is no place to quell such lustrous thirst... If I do, not only will it put myself in danger but...

I looked down at the girl beside me, just now finishing her candy. She suddenly looked up at me, the fire creating a glow around her face as she smiled.

...She would get caught in it as well...

I dug my fingers into the loose dirt beside me, attaining handfuls of it, before slowly, shakily, releasing it.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"You can tell me... I promise I wont laugh or tell anyone..."

"I said it's nothing." I said, putting much emphasis on 'nothing'.

She fell silent for a moment, her gaze drifting back to the bon fire, her smile now gone. She then pulled out the fan I had bought her from one of the stalls earlier that night. It was a white fan, with peach blossoms painted across it's face. She began to fan herself with it.

"Is it too hot right here?" I asked, trying to be a bit more gentle than I was a moment ago.

She gave a soft smile, her gaze still locked onto the crackling fire in front of us.

"Not really... just a little warm."

"Would you prefer it if we moved a bit further away?"

"Hmm... no. Im fine."

"Sure?" I asked, still attempting to keep my voice cool, calm, and collected, even though the hunger pains were still eating away on the insides of myself.

"I said im fine. So don't worry." she gave a reassuring smile, in hopes to convince me.

I returned my gaze to the fire, unconscious I had lifted my left hand to my mouth and began to chew on the side of my index finger, drawing out some of my own blood to quell the hunger when actually all I was doing was circulating it and making matters worse.

"Um... Syaoran?"

"Syaoran?"

"Syaoran, It's starting to rain."

I blinked a few times, finally drifting out of my revery. My mind was blank, but I had continued to chew on my finger until brought back to reality by Sakura.

I looked up into the sky for a moment, until a drop of water landed in my eye. Sakura suddenly stood up beside me, wanting to find shelter somewhere quickly. I sat for a moment longer, pulling my bleeding finger out of my mouth as I looked about me, watching the people quickly get up from their resting positions on the ground to huddle to find some shelter.

"Hurry, the starting to come down harder."

I pulled myself to my feet unwillingly and began to follow her. All of the people around us had taken all available shelter nearby, causing us to head for the nearest unoccupied tree some ways away. By the time we had reached it, we had been completely soaked through.

We watched as the bon fire sizzled from the onslaught of rain, slowly dying down into the darkness of the night. Not long afterwards, even the lanterns made of paper were melted away and the candles put out. The only source of light now came from distant low-sodium lamps and fireflies taking refuge under the trees from the rain.

A deep silence had ensued between us as we stared out into the darkness, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.

I soon felt the effects of chewing on my finger as it throbbed painfully. I avoided looking down to see blood running down it, afraid of what seeing it might have caused. I placed it back into my mouth where I continued to chew on it, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into it as a poor attempt to cure my deep unsatisfied hunger, hoping to avoid seeing it. I soon found myself staring at the white throat of my companion hungrily. Her kimono, having soaked up excessive water, had slipped just enough to reveal her delicate neck, causing the hunger within me to flare.

I attempted to look away, but found myself staring longingly at her, causing myself to bite harder into my finger, which was already on the verge of being sawed off by my fangs I had suspected.

I watched her rub her arms up and down in an attempt to create heat to warm herself, but I knew that in her soaked clothes, it was futile. Clutched in her left hand was the fan I had bought for her earlier.

"So, what is the name of this festival?" I asked. I was desperate to get my mind off of her neck and also to cure the uncomfortable silence.

Without glancing up at me, she spoke, "Yoshida no Hi Matsuri."

I watched as she rubbed her hands against her arms a few more times.

"The festival celebrates the ending of the Mt. Fuji climbing season. Normally, it's celebrated with large bonfires and lanterns and torches. The celebrations usually last well into the night, sorta like this one did... only it was cut short. Due to the rain."

"Is this your first time attending this festival?"

She shook her head. "No. I used to come to it every year with mom and dad... before things began to fall apart. I was really small then."

She sighed, before smiling slightly and looking up. Upon seeing me chewing on my finger, she gasped and jerked my hand out of my mouth.

"Syaoran! Your finger! What did you do to it!" she said, frantically, examining it. I remained silent as I watched her rip her silky necklace off of her neck and began to wrap my finger with it, hunching over it as she did this. My gaze fixated on her neck. A few locks of her hair fell into her face as she proceeded to wipe the wet strands back and out of her face. All the while, I continued stared at her neck, my hunger growing. When she was done, she took my hand and held it up for me to see.

"See? All better now!" she grinned. She continued to hold it up for me to look at, but my line of sight was fixated on her face where she had brushed her hair back. I dug the fingers of my free hand into my side, grabbing a fist full of wet cloth.

"Syaoran? What's wrong?"

There it was. My own blood. Smeared across the side of her lip and cheek. I bit my lip.

"Syaoran? Are you ok?"

I had been trying my best to avoid hurting her or anyone else during the night. But slowly I found myself falling susceptible to my own raging hunger.

"Syaoran?"

I was on the brink of tearing into her neck. I could feel it. I had to do something, yet I could not pull my eyes away from the blood. Ignoring instinct, my mind could only come to one solution. I had to distract myself. And upon that thought, my body took over as my mind went blank.

"Syaoran? What are..."

I could no longer hear her, the rain, or even my own thoughts as my right hand reached up on it's own accord. My surroundings became a blur before fading into a darkness I had known only too well. The only thing I could see now was her as my thumb hooked itself under her chin and my fingers grazed her cheek as I tilted her chin up and leaned forward.

Amidst the rain and fireflies, that was the first night I had felt the warm kiss of a humans soft lips since my mortal years, nor would it be the last...


Howdy all. Normally I don't do any A/N in this story, but I need to say a few things. Ahem:

You all probably want to kill me in more ways than one, which I completely understand, AND would allow you to do, if it meant the quelling of your anger(s).

Anyways, I hope this (extremely) long chapter (long for me anyways. Took me two days just to type it!) satisfies your hunger until the next posting. Im so sorry for not posting in so long. I really am. I feel absolutely horrible about it. I just forgot about my story and etc. (If you read my bio, then you already know this).

Story is chugging along quickly (not really). I wanted this chapter to not be as depressing as the others, since it was supposed to have their 'big scene' (which is only about two or three sentences.) Can't say the other chapters will be this happy and whatnot.
Please forgive any misspellings, mess-ups, and stuffs like that. I attempted to go back and re-read it all, but I have other things to worry about. (Such as writing the next chapter to this story and 'Dangerous Clockwork')

I spent a lot of time doing pointless research for this chapter. Such as what types of festivals there are in japan, the parts of a kimono, when stupid fireflies stop mating and die. GAH! The anguish I feel from wasting part of my life!

Well, that's all I have to say for now. Please leave reviews to express your anger and junk. You can kill me with your text. Also, please check out my newest story: Dangerous Clockwork
It's also a CCS fic. Not as angsty as this one as well. Please review! Ciao!