Sword-chan- Super sad. My old computer wasn't working, so dad replaced the screen for this one and GUESS WHAT? I didn't have a change to transfer mah files. Saddy sad.
Kishuu- I'm trying to figure out if this is good for me or not... Hmm.
Sword-chan- : whacks Kishuu with math book : ANYWAYS, I figured I'd better get crackin', right? Soooooooo, here's the next chapter of Through Time. It's disgustingly adorable, just to warn you. AND OMIGOD MY GUINEA PIG JUST HAD A GUINEA PIG SPASM AIE! But he's alive. oO Just hyper.
X.x.X- Full -X.x.X
"Wake up, sleepydoo," (XD) Rough hands shook me.
"Nooooo."
"Wake up..."
"Nooo!"
"Damnit, Ichigo, wake up!" The voice suddenly caught through my hazy memory of the dream like a knife through butter. Warm, melting butter.
"Fine, fine," I mumbled, sitting up in bed. At first I couldn't remember that face, those eyes, but then the past few days came back to me, especially yesterday. I had actually ended up scribbling a note- Weirdo...
And I was just about to like you to. Kidding- I kinda do still.
Ichigo.- on the back of his plot to kill Aoyama-kun, then running away to keep Purin from hug-tackling the monkey like things that inhabited this place until they were reduced to monkey-like puddles.
"I got your no-oote," Mock sing songed Kishuu, his hands over his heart. Ha-ha. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and kicked him in the stomach.
"Ow!" He jumped back in a tiny bit of pain.
"Serves you right for being so gosh darned homicidal!"
"... I'm sorry?"
"No you aren't," I replied, rolling my eyes while his widened in mock amazement.
"How'd you know?" I glared at him. O.K, so I'm not much of a morning person- WAIT! Yes I am! Stupid Mew Mew side-affects. Groaning, I fell on my back on the bed. Kishuu plopped down next to me, and in a voice terrifyingly like my own, asked,
"Does this mean you're my girlfriend?" It sounded almost scary, as if I was hearing myself ask someone to be my girlfriend- and I'm 100 straight, thank you very much. Briefly, I thought of Masaya before replying. Screw it, I thought, He was another pretty boy crush... I get them all the time, remember? No guilt, no guilt. It's not like you were dating YET, anyways.
"Yeah," I said, sitting upright, "Defiantly,"
"YEEEEESSSSSS!" he whooped, throwing his arms around my waist, causing me to shift involuntarily.
Then the emptiness seemed to fall away...
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Minto peered at me over her hand of cards. I had just finished telling her about the morning before, the drawing, and how much happier Kishuu acted... Not as... I don't know, I'm-to-numb-to-care.
"Creepy... You acted like you hated him beWhatever you call 'Before-but-never-really-happened... Oh! Queen Of Hearts. Beat that,"
"Yeah, well, I was twelve and stupid," I smirked as I slapped a King Of Diamonds down on top of her Queen. "I win,"
X.x.X- Kishuu's POV -X.x.X
"Does this mean you're my girlfriend?" I hadn't meant for it to come out so squeaky, so high pitched, but that's kinda what happens when you feel like your breakfast is gonna come up and you know that you're probably gonna get the girl of your dreams. It was easy to tell that Ichigo noticed it, cause she looked kinda freaked out, but she agreed nonetheless, and didn't seem the least bit disgusted when I cheered and hugged her... But she did shift a bit. Whatever. Taruto laughed and pointed when I told him exactly why I was sort of frolicking around the dwelling.
"You could do better than that WENCH! Didn't you get promised to Kimara, in the first place? Now that's..." he whistled inwardly, "THAT'S what you deserve. I mean, you inherit that huge mansion thingie when her dad KICKS it. Why trade it for that fruit-named, pinkish-haired, cat-eared WENCH?" I had stopped listening at Kimara- I couldn't listen... My heart was thumping faster than when Ichigo said yes, or when Pai pushed me down the red oak when I was 5 (A/N- Saying they have Red Oaks oO) and couldn't concentrate enough to float or transport myself- not that I was very good at either, blood was pounding in my ears... And only I seemed to hear the racket, while Taruto was rambling on about Kimara and her Dad and the mansion and blah blah blah...
"AND LOOK WHO'S HERE NOW!" he shouted suddenly. I cringed inwardly as Kimara let herself in the door. Kimara- Pretty brown hair in pigtails that reach her waist, thin as paper, almond shaped, green eyes, and to every other guy drop-dead goregous, not to mention rolling in it... But to me, she was like a straw- It was like she sucked everything out of me in an attempt to make me love her, to take away every emotion so she could somehow control me and bladdy bladdy blah. Taruto grinned evilly, pushed Kimara and me into the small, horridly pink room Kimara and I always had our 'bondings' in, and closed the door. Nausea instantly greeted me as I heard the door lock with a click. Grinning, Kimara placed her hands behind her back, acting innocent, like she wasn't the freakish devil she was. The whole city must know she's been ridden more times than a Marry-Go-Round, and she just HAPPENED to want to marry and give her inheritence to the last guy she haddn't thumped like a jackrabbit. Excuse me if that sounds crude, but I started talking like this when the emptiness came, and it's been a hard habit to break.
"Kimara, there's something I need to talk to you about," I informed quickly, struggling to keep my voice from squeaking.
"I thought so, too," Kimara replied boredly.
"Really? How'd you know?"
"Oh, come on! How could I not know! I've been with how many guys?" she waved her hand in a ho-hum way, "Guess you finally cracked... You were a toughie," I realized, horrifyed, what she thought I had just said. Her hand reached for my shirt, and a glint was in her eye.
"Noo way, Josè!" I grabbed one of the frilly pillows from the loveseat and used it as a type of shield, having no clue in the least who Josè was.
"Oh, that's not what you were talking about?" Kimara inquired, sounding dissappointed, "Well, then, tell me," she paused to knock the pillow out of my hand.
"I can't be bound to you," I said quietly.
"Then why did you accept the suggestion from the head advisor?" Her tone was angry (A/N- FF doesn't allow question mark and exclamation mark next to each other, anymore, I hear. Saddy sad) as she asked me, almost intimidating.
"Was there anyone else, Kimara? I didn't think I'd find anyone, so I didn't really CARE!" This was beyond infuriating.
"You know how hard it'll be to turn back," she said, "We're bethrothed by will, Kishuu,"
"But if we both express hate for eachother," I pleaded, "If we can show it's dishonerable, we'll be seperated!"
"I WON'T DO IT!" screamed Kimara, standing up.
"I won't! I was so thrilled when I heard you had accepted..." Now her voice was a whisper, and little rivers of tears were flowing down her cheeks, "I had always wanted to marry... You. It wasn't my choice to be a slut!" Wow. She knew she was considered a whore? My dear. Before continuing, she used the bottom of her shirt to wipe her tears away.
"My dad thought it'd help me lose my being shy, give me a reputation, and make me more likable to guys," she continued, "And never once would he think about my feelings," I wasn't sure if I should believe her of not, but I decided to anyways.
"That's terrible," I whispered, "But seriously. I'm not the guy you're looking for," I reached for another pillow as I said this. Kimara gave a How are you sure? look at me.
"I've heard stories and already have someone," It felt good to say. I have someone. "Why don't you leave town... Where no one knows your rep?"
"Maybe," Kimara said. It's like you could see gears and such spinning in her mind, one of those weigher things weighing pros and cons, "That's actually a good idea," It was all I could do to not sigh with relief.
"I wish I could be a bitch and say 'I'll never stop loving you, bastard!'" said she suddenly, "But it wouldn't feel right,"Slowly, she walked to the door and took something out of her pocket. Oh, so she had a key to this God-Forsaken room and I didn't? NOT FAIR! It's my house. Pout. As she walked out I heard Taruto say,
"Why were you screaming? Did something HAPPEN?" Sick minded little munchkin.
"SICK MINDED LITTL MUNCHKIN!" I shouted out the door. He immeadiatly ran outside, nearly knocking Kimara over as he ran out the door.
"Well, Kishuu, you're pretty good," I said to myself, cracking my knuckles. I didn't think it'd be that easy, and I had an itching feeling that not every tick in the ear would shake off that quickly.
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Sword-chan- .'' I finally finished!
Kishuu- Her dad got rid of her old laptop with all her files, as mentioned earlier.
Sword-chan- In the original, Ichigo and Kishuu played Dare and had conversations with those little candy heart things... But it isn't Valentines Day anymore, so I can't. Saddy sad.
Kishuu- What if they found one that said 'Let's read?'
Sword-chan- LETS USE A FLASHBACK TO HELP THEM UNDERSTAND!
Valentine's Day in Sword-chan's homeroom-
Sword-chan HEY! A Valentine has candy hearts with it: opens tiny pack and takes one out : reads aloud : 'LET'S READ'... HOW IS THAT ROMANTIC: puzzled :
And so, Sword-chan asked every person she could until Jell-O (John) came up with the genius answer.
Jell-O- Maybe the B got cut off and it's s'posed to say let's BREAD!
Sword-chan- Jell-O, you're SICK!
Jell-O- So? It fits! Kinda.
Clancy (Innocent standerby)- Elizabeth? He scares me.
Sword-chan- Me too, Clancy. Me too...
END!
Sword-chan- Let's reply to reviews!
SendoNoKrys- YUPPO!
Satou-
Kishuu- Thanks. : grumbles :
Sword-chan- Um, anywho, HERES MORE!
Cherry-A-La-Mode-
Sword-chan- Thankies: huggo : I confoose you? GASP! I miss the deemints. Hope you're lunch was good... : starts plotting to rescue the rest of the popcorn you will torture :
K.K-
Sword-chan- GASP! COOKIES! Nice new name, too. .
Kawaii Plushie Fetish- YUP! Kishigo equals GOOD! I forget where Minto went... But I'm not sure if Pai was there in the first place... Or if he was back on earth brain washin' peeps.
Kishuu- DID YOU JUST SAY PEEPS?
Sword-chan- Maaaaaybe.
Masaya- Yo, yo, yo! Me and my homies cooli-YO! ICHIGO! I'm so cool now, right? Will you be my girlfriend again? Which you will, right?
Ichigo- ... : clings to Kishuu in fear :
Kishuu- Yaaay .
