Title: Hidden Affection
A/N: ok here it is *phew* my new updated chapter of hidden affection...
"Coming through...coming through"- lets face it everyone's just so big and I'm just so small. (Rushing to submit the chapter, then accidentally trips *whoops* and fell down hitting the floor hard *ouch! * as her shoes went flying up the skies *wee!!! *
My sincerest apologies for always updating late, I've been trying to fix a serious TV and net problems (seriously)... ok! *Grumble* so maybe I'm not being very honest, I admit then It's my fault (mostly I guess) I guess I'm just being so lazy and selfish. But believe me I did it for a very good reason (any student like me would understand) I wanted to live my six days left as carefree as possible (I'm not blaming anyone, I chose this so I have to face it, so there's no hard feelings). If I were right you'd do the same *smirk*
"Well, Gomen Gomen" a believe that a fault is a fault Alrighty then! I guess I'll just shut up for now so you could go on with you reading...
Disclaimer: I do not own whatever character appears in this story because if I did I wouldn't stink as much as I already am *crossed finger* I'm just a delusional small writer who writes small delusional fics and lives a small delusional life in a small delusional house where I write in my small delusional ways that... (Cut that out! Your exaggerating)...okay
Chapter 3: Behind a Smile
Misao slowly opened her eyes as she woke up wandering what had happened, her eyes constantly wandering around the place like a lost innocent child. She slowly pushes herself up to a comfortable sitting position as she rub her eyes and stretch her arms upward yawning; then slipped her hand on the back of her neck, massaging it lightly. She then carefully stroked her bangs as she place her palms to her forehead and started thinking about what had happened, her head was still in pain and her body was still in a weak state yet she can feel her energy slowly coming back. She had slept an hour or so for it was already midnight as she looked at the skies, she sighed and searched for answers as she stared upon the dark skies sparkling with bright tiny stars. Then finally everything slowly came back to her, she remembered that she had a serious argument with Aoshi and with so much rage left Aoiya without a thought and then fell on the woods where she fell unconscious. She fell silent staring at the ground as she thought of it.
"baka..."
Misao whispered pouting as she sat feeling stupid as she sat all alone in the middle of what seems like a deserted forest with not one single clue of where she was and where to go, then suddenly something crossed her mind, she wondered...
"What happened after all that?"
She hasn't thought of it yet, until now. She then slowly turned to her side and felt her hand bump onto something, she then turned to look at her back where a vessel of water lay spilling she took it and laid it down, she also noticed that beside the spilling vessel of water was a fire lit up by someone, but who? Her nose twitched as she sat scratching her head starting to feel confused. She sat browsing through her thoughts as she stared upon the burning fire.
She sat silent thinking when suddenly she heard a rustling sound from within the forest. The fire was only able to give light onto the places near it and there was only a dim light pointed onto the other parts of the woods, which basically means she can't see much onto the farther places. Misao then quickly grabbed her Tobikunai as she position herself to a stance of attack, she wasn't taking her eyes off the spot and was gripping hard onto her weapon. The rustling didn't stop (And Misao was starting to get cramps) until maybe a minute or so for whatever it was in there seem to be stuck onto something. Then she saw something come out or maybe someone, she wasn't sure yet of what it was, but whatever it is and whatever launching attack it had prepared for her, she has one hundred percent of hitting it first and its absolutely not going to miss (dead meat to point it all out). Her eyes were sharply set onto the spot waiting for it to come out. Then...
"Ai..ta..ta..ta..ta" (making funny sounds)
Misao stood dumbfounded at the sight of a young clad (obviously harmless) who seems to be having quite a trouble carrying a load of wood as he tries to escape from the hands of the evil treacherous plant monster or maybe lets just say that his feet got tangled with what seems like not a monster but on a plant and was having a bit of a problem on getting his feet back and out of the plant. Luckily he was able to break free (alas) and was able to get on to his work with ease. He then took his last step and carefully placed the bundles of wood down beside the fire. Misao then broke the silence...
"Ano... excuse me but what happened to me? How did I get here?"
Misao asked curiously looking at the back of the young clad whose busy throwing woods onto the open fire.
"You passed out and from what it looked like it seemed you needed help, you were in a pretty bad condition so I brought you here."
The young boy said explaining what had happened as he stood up dusting out dirt from his Hakama.
"I hope I didn't scare you or anything"
The young boy continued turning to Misao with a kind and innocent smile. She then suddenly fell silent as she looks upon the young boys smiling face, she sat staring at him slowly rolling her eyes inspecting every part of his face and body as the boy continued onto doing his work.
"He's face is kind of familiar. I wonder who he is"
Misao thought looking much more closely at the boy who sat bustling on some sort of thing. Misao then finally remembered...
"Wait, I know who you are!"
Misao suddenly blurted, slightly raising her left eyebrows as she shot him a sharp glance, Whereas the boy jerked almost dropping dead at how Misao had suddenly shouted in between the silent solemnity that was almost taking over the forest until Misao broke it.
"That smile!!!"
Misao shouted as she jolted up and started pointing at young boys smiling face. He was still on a shock...
The boy's head fell on his shoulders (Kenshin's usual oro reaction)
"What wrong with my smile?"
The boy asked scratching his head as Misao slowly advanced onto him grinning from ear to ear.
"I knew I was right I knew you!"
Misao's voice rising to a louder tone as she kept poking the poor boy in his chest while the boy kept getting poked as she shoved him off forcing him to back away...
"Your..."
Misao continued, as she tries to remember the right appropriate name she was looking for. Her face gleamed with a devious smile as she continued onto poking the chest of the young boy. Then her eyes finally settled onto his face as she finally found the right appropriate name... (Not exactly the right one)
"Your Tenken No Soujiro!"
Misao blustered grinning mischievously from ear to ear at Soujiro with her eyes suddenly bulging wide. Her finger was still roughly pressed onto his chest. While poor Soujiro was in a total shock at how frightening Misao had suddenly acted.
"She looked so gentle when she was asleep and now she looked like..."
Soujiro thought...
"Yumi-sama with facial cream..." (It can be scary in a way)
Soujiro continued, with Ayumi-sama's (did I just say Ayumi-sama) covered facial creamed face suddenly popping to his mind. He shrugged and went back onto dealing with ballistic Misao.
"It's nice that you could still recall Misao-kun"
Soujiro greeted scratching his head giving her a friendly smile as he carefully pulls her finger back down to its place. Misao jerked as she felt his hands touch hers.
"You're not tricking me twice, Tenken!"
Misao said crossing both arms in her chest as she turned facing the other side and took one look at him sticking her tongue out constantly teasing him and then turned back again mumbling and pouting like a child. Soujiro chuckled at how Misao had acted so childishly. He then suddenly noticed browsing his eyes at Misao like an innocent young naïve boy; he wasn't able to see this before until now. Misao had changed a lot since they've last met, she looked much more mature and there was a distinct beauty within her that he can't seem to see yet. He shrugged his thoughts off and went back onto his work...
"Ano. Misao-kun?"
Soujiro stuttered as he tries to find the appropriate words to say, something that would definitely won't make her mad.
"What!!"
Misao butted in looking at Soujiro menacingly. Soujiro was afraid of that and was suddenly finding himself lost of words. And he actually thought she was maturing... (Just a thought)
"I did saved you..."
Soujiro continued scratching the back of his neck, hoping that it would calm her temper down. He then slowly rolled his eyes down for Misao to follow. Misao followed slowly rolling her eyes down to where Soujiro would led it and to her surprise she saw that her left foot was carefully tended with bandages, she got so distracted on what she's thinking that she didn't notice. She then turned to look at Soujiro who was most likely I'm guessing still smiling. She felt irritated and guilty at the same time.
"Well... I guess I misjudged you"
Misao replied slowly turning back to Soujiro with a smile (whose obviously still smiling).
"Arigatou..."
She continued looking down to the ground trying to avoid Soujiros face. And her temper had already started to cool down...
"Here"
Soujiro said handing Misao a bowl of hot soup.
Misao took it and quietly sat back down over to the ground, stirring it as thoughts came rambling onto her mind...
"How come he's being so nice to me?"
Misao thought, feeling a bit more confused as she carefully scooped onto her bowl and dropping it onto her mouth. Soujiro then cut's in to her thoughts...
"You should be careful next time you go wandering through the woods Misao- kun"
Soujiro said softly smiling at Misao who was kind enough to smile back. Misao then can't help but ask...
"Why are you helping me?"
Misao asked as she sat in from of the fire, looking at Soujiro who smiled back. Misao noticed that he had suddenly changed, he was still smiling but there was something different in it that made a difference...
"I'm a Rorouni now, I guess I'm trying to live my life like Kenshin-sama"
He said looking down to his soup and turning to Misao with a smile, a smile that had something beneath it, something that he kept hiding in his cheerful mask.
"All my life I've lived following Shishio-sama's orders "
Soujiro continued, as he's face of happiness slowly faded. His eyes staring onto the fire as it flickered with a distinct melancholy.
"And that is to kill... to be a murderer"
Turning to Misao as he forced to show no emotions of sadness only happiness. But Misao saw through it very clearly, it was his eyes that showed everything. Misao looked into it and saw emptiness and sadness, she had never saw him this sad and this was her first time. She then realized that he had changed, he was no longer the blood thirsty killer he once lived, he was finding his own path and has finally find the right place to start. Misao let out a faint smile as their eyes met.
"Really I mean it, thank you..."
Misao said, her smile growing much more cheerful. She felt guilty at how he had accused him, she felt bad looking onto his eyes that showed so much innocence and kindness.
"Its nothing Misao-kun"
Soujiro replied his eyes of sapphire reflecting the face of Misao that had soon become full of warmth and sincerity. Both were suddenly locked onto each other's eyes.
Misao noticed that Soujiro was kind of handsome, he had a particular way of making himself look handsome. He was always so kind and generous and from how he had acted today he was more of a gentle man, respectful and well mannered. She also noticed that his eyes were beautiful like that of the sea and his face simple and so child like, that's why he always look like he was innocent and naïve, there's a lot of reason that women would come flocking over him she thought. Misao blushed and noticed that they've been staring at each other's faces too long, Misao blinked and then quickly turned the other way, she was very much irritated by how she had acted, it seemed like she was flirting with him.
"What am I thinking?"
Misao thought suddenly feeling her whole body quivering at the thought of her chasing Soujiro, she was having a bit of difficulty trusting him. Then suddenly something came out from her thoughts or maybe someone...
"Well... What about Aoshi?"
Misao bit her lower lip as she remembered, she wanted to hit herself for remembering the name, but it was hopeless it had triggered her brain cells causing figures and every single memories of him flash through her head, constantly repeating over and over again. Then silence had overcome her and she shut her eyes forcing herself not to cry. Soujiro who sat silent eating his soup had noticed that Misao had suddenly become automatically lost of words, he slowly turned his head to look at her and saw that there was definitely something eating her up, something she can't help thinking about. Her face was no longer cheerful as it was before; it had suddenly turned sad and solemn, Soujiro could definitely sense something in it. She sat with her head bent down staring onto the ground as her hands were tightly gripped onto the bowl and the chopsticks she held on her hands. Soujiro turned to look at her his eyes full of concern for her. He was thinking of how he could help her, but he can't, he seemed to have run out of words, all he was able to do was look at her and feel sad for her. She had lost both warmth and cheerfulness at the same time and Soujiro was getting worried of her. Misao then slowly pulled herself up and then brushed her bangs off and then smiled at Soujiro...
"I'm done... thank you"
Misao said trying to be as cheerful as possible yet even though she was smiling there was something different in how she had said it. Soujiro was looking at her and had said absolutely nothing. He wanted to say something; anything but there was nothing he could say. He didn't know why she had suddenly acted so sad, although smiling Soujiro had seen it clearly in her eyes.
Misao left, disappearing into the darkness as Soujiro glanced at her figure slowly disappearing farther from him. He wondered...
"What could've happened?"
Then he turned to look down onto the bowl Misao had left on the ground and it seemed to be not even touched. He wondered...
"Could it be about Shinomori?"
A/N: school had totally taken up all my time and I'm having a pretty itty bitty bit of problem *crossed finger* okay so maybe it's the start of my death days but hopefully I'd be able to survive it, with a little help of persuasion and determination maybe I'd be able to patch it all back in place. So for now I'm relying on my sister onto updating my new chapters and onto saving your reviews on my handy dandy floppy disks *grumble* (I hate relying on others) but I don't have much of a choice, so I'm going for it. Don't worry all questions, conclusions, suggestions, problems, and lets not forget FLAMES will be read and hopefully maybe even answer some questions and have a little talk (if ever you'd like) with my readers. I guess I'd also like to thank those who had been reading my fic and sending their reviews. Hope you like it and I hope you continue onto reading my fic. That's all for now... bye-bye
Ciao
Kirby mae...
A/N: ok here it is *phew* my new updated chapter of hidden affection...
"Coming through...coming through"- lets face it everyone's just so big and I'm just so small. (Rushing to submit the chapter, then accidentally trips *whoops* and fell down hitting the floor hard *ouch! * as her shoes went flying up the skies *wee!!! *
My sincerest apologies for always updating late, I've been trying to fix a serious TV and net problems (seriously)... ok! *Grumble* so maybe I'm not being very honest, I admit then It's my fault (mostly I guess) I guess I'm just being so lazy and selfish. But believe me I did it for a very good reason (any student like me would understand) I wanted to live my six days left as carefree as possible (I'm not blaming anyone, I chose this so I have to face it, so there's no hard feelings). If I were right you'd do the same *smirk*
"Well, Gomen Gomen" a believe that a fault is a fault Alrighty then! I guess I'll just shut up for now so you could go on with you reading...
Disclaimer: I do not own whatever character appears in this story because if I did I wouldn't stink as much as I already am *crossed finger* I'm just a delusional small writer who writes small delusional fics and lives a small delusional life in a small delusional house where I write in my small delusional ways that... (Cut that out! Your exaggerating)...okay
Chapter 3: Behind a Smile
Misao slowly opened her eyes as she woke up wandering what had happened, her eyes constantly wandering around the place like a lost innocent child. She slowly pushes herself up to a comfortable sitting position as she rub her eyes and stretch her arms upward yawning; then slipped her hand on the back of her neck, massaging it lightly. She then carefully stroked her bangs as she place her palms to her forehead and started thinking about what had happened, her head was still in pain and her body was still in a weak state yet she can feel her energy slowly coming back. She had slept an hour or so for it was already midnight as she looked at the skies, she sighed and searched for answers as she stared upon the dark skies sparkling with bright tiny stars. Then finally everything slowly came back to her, she remembered that she had a serious argument with Aoshi and with so much rage left Aoiya without a thought and then fell on the woods where she fell unconscious. She fell silent staring at the ground as she thought of it.
"baka..."
Misao whispered pouting as she sat feeling stupid as she sat all alone in the middle of what seems like a deserted forest with not one single clue of where she was and where to go, then suddenly something crossed her mind, she wondered...
"What happened after all that?"
She hasn't thought of it yet, until now. She then slowly turned to her side and felt her hand bump onto something, she then turned to look at her back where a vessel of water lay spilling she took it and laid it down, she also noticed that beside the spilling vessel of water was a fire lit up by someone, but who? Her nose twitched as she sat scratching her head starting to feel confused. She sat browsing through her thoughts as she stared upon the burning fire.
She sat silent thinking when suddenly she heard a rustling sound from within the forest. The fire was only able to give light onto the places near it and there was only a dim light pointed onto the other parts of the woods, which basically means she can't see much onto the farther places. Misao then quickly grabbed her Tobikunai as she position herself to a stance of attack, she wasn't taking her eyes off the spot and was gripping hard onto her weapon. The rustling didn't stop (And Misao was starting to get cramps) until maybe a minute or so for whatever it was in there seem to be stuck onto something. Then she saw something come out or maybe someone, she wasn't sure yet of what it was, but whatever it is and whatever launching attack it had prepared for her, she has one hundred percent of hitting it first and its absolutely not going to miss (dead meat to point it all out). Her eyes were sharply set onto the spot waiting for it to come out. Then...
"Ai..ta..ta..ta..ta" (making funny sounds)
Misao stood dumbfounded at the sight of a young clad (obviously harmless) who seems to be having quite a trouble carrying a load of wood as he tries to escape from the hands of the evil treacherous plant monster or maybe lets just say that his feet got tangled with what seems like not a monster but on a plant and was having a bit of a problem on getting his feet back and out of the plant. Luckily he was able to break free (alas) and was able to get on to his work with ease. He then took his last step and carefully placed the bundles of wood down beside the fire. Misao then broke the silence...
"Ano... excuse me but what happened to me? How did I get here?"
Misao asked curiously looking at the back of the young clad whose busy throwing woods onto the open fire.
"You passed out and from what it looked like it seemed you needed help, you were in a pretty bad condition so I brought you here."
The young boy said explaining what had happened as he stood up dusting out dirt from his Hakama.
"I hope I didn't scare you or anything"
The young boy continued turning to Misao with a kind and innocent smile. She then suddenly fell silent as she looks upon the young boys smiling face, she sat staring at him slowly rolling her eyes inspecting every part of his face and body as the boy continued onto doing his work.
"He's face is kind of familiar. I wonder who he is"
Misao thought looking much more closely at the boy who sat bustling on some sort of thing. Misao then finally remembered...
"Wait, I know who you are!"
Misao suddenly blurted, slightly raising her left eyebrows as she shot him a sharp glance, Whereas the boy jerked almost dropping dead at how Misao had suddenly shouted in between the silent solemnity that was almost taking over the forest until Misao broke it.
"That smile!!!"
Misao shouted as she jolted up and started pointing at young boys smiling face. He was still on a shock...
The boy's head fell on his shoulders (Kenshin's usual oro reaction)
"What wrong with my smile?"
The boy asked scratching his head as Misao slowly advanced onto him grinning from ear to ear.
"I knew I was right I knew you!"
Misao's voice rising to a louder tone as she kept poking the poor boy in his chest while the boy kept getting poked as she shoved him off forcing him to back away...
"Your..."
Misao continued, as she tries to remember the right appropriate name she was looking for. Her face gleamed with a devious smile as she continued onto poking the chest of the young boy. Then her eyes finally settled onto his face as she finally found the right appropriate name... (Not exactly the right one)
"Your Tenken No Soujiro!"
Misao blustered grinning mischievously from ear to ear at Soujiro with her eyes suddenly bulging wide. Her finger was still roughly pressed onto his chest. While poor Soujiro was in a total shock at how frightening Misao had suddenly acted.
"She looked so gentle when she was asleep and now she looked like..."
Soujiro thought...
"Yumi-sama with facial cream..." (It can be scary in a way)
Soujiro continued, with Ayumi-sama's (did I just say Ayumi-sama) covered facial creamed face suddenly popping to his mind. He shrugged and went back onto dealing with ballistic Misao.
"It's nice that you could still recall Misao-kun"
Soujiro greeted scratching his head giving her a friendly smile as he carefully pulls her finger back down to its place. Misao jerked as she felt his hands touch hers.
"You're not tricking me twice, Tenken!"
Misao said crossing both arms in her chest as she turned facing the other side and took one look at him sticking her tongue out constantly teasing him and then turned back again mumbling and pouting like a child. Soujiro chuckled at how Misao had acted so childishly. He then suddenly noticed browsing his eyes at Misao like an innocent young naïve boy; he wasn't able to see this before until now. Misao had changed a lot since they've last met, she looked much more mature and there was a distinct beauty within her that he can't seem to see yet. He shrugged his thoughts off and went back onto his work...
"Ano. Misao-kun?"
Soujiro stuttered as he tries to find the appropriate words to say, something that would definitely won't make her mad.
"What!!"
Misao butted in looking at Soujiro menacingly. Soujiro was afraid of that and was suddenly finding himself lost of words. And he actually thought she was maturing... (Just a thought)
"I did saved you..."
Soujiro continued scratching the back of his neck, hoping that it would calm her temper down. He then slowly rolled his eyes down for Misao to follow. Misao followed slowly rolling her eyes down to where Soujiro would led it and to her surprise she saw that her left foot was carefully tended with bandages, she got so distracted on what she's thinking that she didn't notice. She then turned to look at Soujiro who was most likely I'm guessing still smiling. She felt irritated and guilty at the same time.
"Well... I guess I misjudged you"
Misao replied slowly turning back to Soujiro with a smile (whose obviously still smiling).
"Arigatou..."
She continued looking down to the ground trying to avoid Soujiros face. And her temper had already started to cool down...
"Here"
Soujiro said handing Misao a bowl of hot soup.
Misao took it and quietly sat back down over to the ground, stirring it as thoughts came rambling onto her mind...
"How come he's being so nice to me?"
Misao thought, feeling a bit more confused as she carefully scooped onto her bowl and dropping it onto her mouth. Soujiro then cut's in to her thoughts...
"You should be careful next time you go wandering through the woods Misao- kun"
Soujiro said softly smiling at Misao who was kind enough to smile back. Misao then can't help but ask...
"Why are you helping me?"
Misao asked as she sat in from of the fire, looking at Soujiro who smiled back. Misao noticed that he had suddenly changed, he was still smiling but there was something different in it that made a difference...
"I'm a Rorouni now, I guess I'm trying to live my life like Kenshin-sama"
He said looking down to his soup and turning to Misao with a smile, a smile that had something beneath it, something that he kept hiding in his cheerful mask.
"All my life I've lived following Shishio-sama's orders "
Soujiro continued, as he's face of happiness slowly faded. His eyes staring onto the fire as it flickered with a distinct melancholy.
"And that is to kill... to be a murderer"
Turning to Misao as he forced to show no emotions of sadness only happiness. But Misao saw through it very clearly, it was his eyes that showed everything. Misao looked into it and saw emptiness and sadness, she had never saw him this sad and this was her first time. She then realized that he had changed, he was no longer the blood thirsty killer he once lived, he was finding his own path and has finally find the right place to start. Misao let out a faint smile as their eyes met.
"Really I mean it, thank you..."
Misao said, her smile growing much more cheerful. She felt guilty at how he had accused him, she felt bad looking onto his eyes that showed so much innocence and kindness.
"Its nothing Misao-kun"
Soujiro replied his eyes of sapphire reflecting the face of Misao that had soon become full of warmth and sincerity. Both were suddenly locked onto each other's eyes.
Misao noticed that Soujiro was kind of handsome, he had a particular way of making himself look handsome. He was always so kind and generous and from how he had acted today he was more of a gentle man, respectful and well mannered. She also noticed that his eyes were beautiful like that of the sea and his face simple and so child like, that's why he always look like he was innocent and naïve, there's a lot of reason that women would come flocking over him she thought. Misao blushed and noticed that they've been staring at each other's faces too long, Misao blinked and then quickly turned the other way, she was very much irritated by how she had acted, it seemed like she was flirting with him.
"What am I thinking?"
Misao thought suddenly feeling her whole body quivering at the thought of her chasing Soujiro, she was having a bit of difficulty trusting him. Then suddenly something came out from her thoughts or maybe someone...
"Well... What about Aoshi?"
Misao bit her lower lip as she remembered, she wanted to hit herself for remembering the name, but it was hopeless it had triggered her brain cells causing figures and every single memories of him flash through her head, constantly repeating over and over again. Then silence had overcome her and she shut her eyes forcing herself not to cry. Soujiro who sat silent eating his soup had noticed that Misao had suddenly become automatically lost of words, he slowly turned his head to look at her and saw that there was definitely something eating her up, something she can't help thinking about. Her face was no longer cheerful as it was before; it had suddenly turned sad and solemn, Soujiro could definitely sense something in it. She sat with her head bent down staring onto the ground as her hands were tightly gripped onto the bowl and the chopsticks she held on her hands. Soujiro turned to look at her his eyes full of concern for her. He was thinking of how he could help her, but he can't, he seemed to have run out of words, all he was able to do was look at her and feel sad for her. She had lost both warmth and cheerfulness at the same time and Soujiro was getting worried of her. Misao then slowly pulled herself up and then brushed her bangs off and then smiled at Soujiro...
"I'm done... thank you"
Misao said trying to be as cheerful as possible yet even though she was smiling there was something different in how she had said it. Soujiro was looking at her and had said absolutely nothing. He wanted to say something; anything but there was nothing he could say. He didn't know why she had suddenly acted so sad, although smiling Soujiro had seen it clearly in her eyes.
Misao left, disappearing into the darkness as Soujiro glanced at her figure slowly disappearing farther from him. He wondered...
"What could've happened?"
Then he turned to look down onto the bowl Misao had left on the ground and it seemed to be not even touched. He wondered...
"Could it be about Shinomori?"
A/N: school had totally taken up all my time and I'm having a pretty itty bitty bit of problem *crossed finger* okay so maybe it's the start of my death days but hopefully I'd be able to survive it, with a little help of persuasion and determination maybe I'd be able to patch it all back in place. So for now I'm relying on my sister onto updating my new chapters and onto saving your reviews on my handy dandy floppy disks *grumble* (I hate relying on others) but I don't have much of a choice, so I'm going for it. Don't worry all questions, conclusions, suggestions, problems, and lets not forget FLAMES will be read and hopefully maybe even answer some questions and have a little talk (if ever you'd like) with my readers. I guess I'd also like to thank those who had been reading my fic and sending their reviews. Hope you like it and I hope you continue onto reading my fic. That's all for now... bye-bye
Ciao
Kirby mae...