Chapter Twenty Two
Misao wandered around hugging herself slightly. She couldn't help it. This place just had that sort of effect on you. It was creepy and gloomy, but the real reason she was so nervous wasn't the atmosphere, it was the people.
Why she had to be so stupid and stubborn to do this, and recognize that it was stupidity, was beyond her. She started out with a bad feeling and now it had spread like ice crackling and reaching throughout her insides. She half expected to see her breath frost because the inner-ice had coated her lungs, choking and freezing her.
Of course, it was something she had to do. Life demanded that you did things that scared you to death. With typical Misao psyche she wanted to do this head-on. None of that toe in the water approach. Cannonball.
Bringing Sou might have been a little more prudent, but it would have spoiled what she was going to do.
Despite what the two guys seemed to think, she was well aware of the hatred between them. Maybe it had started out as mistrust and jealously, but it was far beyond that.
Maybe if she could just talk to Aoshi, without Soujirou hovering behind her, then he would listen to her. Part of her worshipped the man that had practically raised her and knew that he would never purposely hurt her. Then there was the more logical voice that reminded her that he was a very anal person and once he was fixated on something he'd go to hell and back to see it through. She didn't particularly like hell. She could only try to stop or divert him, but she wouldn't follow him.
There was a point where you had to separate your life from everyone else's.
She had dogged his footsteps long enough. The desire to be near him was still there, but it had matured slightly. Sure, once upon a time she had a silly little crush, who wouldn't? The man was hot. That made her blink. You weren't supposed to think of a man who was almost your brother, by action if not by blood, in that way. It was almost like incest. That made her trip.
"Misao."
She blinked and stared at the hand steadying her. Aoshi always had such pretty, delicate hands. It was hard to imagine that they could easily choke the life out of someone or wield a sword with such deadly force. They looked like they should belong to a pianist or something.
She looked up expecting the cold, distant look, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He had never smile exactly, but his expression was never so harsh and sever before. At least not when he was looking at her.
"Aoshi, I was looking for you. You weren't in the upper levels and I didn't think you'd gone out..." She trailed off at his look.
"You should not have done so. This is not a safe place." There was an underlying accusation in his tone.
"But I need to talk to you!" She protested, stiffening. Why did he insist that she was a helpless child? She knew exactly what sort of people were around her and she also knew that she could take care of most of them. She bit back her usual retort that she could take care of herself though. She needed to behave for once and think.
Aoshi only listened to one thing. Logic.
"I need you to tell me something. Well, lots of things actually. I don't expect you to answer everything, maybe even nothing, but could you at least listen to me? That's all I ever wanted!"
"I am listening now." He replied patiently.
She took a deep breath. Somehow she was expecting that she would have to hoe tie the man and chain him to a toilet, but this was much easier.
"Why did you go? You brought Sou... Seta, and then you left. Why? You left me there with this guy I didn't know." She stumbled. Keep it impersonal, she coached herself.
"Are you objecting to my choice? You seemed to like he well enough before."
"After I got to know him." She pointed out, narrowing her eyes, "But at the time I was really confused. Giving me an explanation wouldn't have killed you. Now is better than never."
Aoshi regarded her shrewdly then nodded once, "I was hired as a body guard for a man named Kanyruu Takeda. It was hardly something I was proud of. I felt I needed to leave someone in my place and deemed it appropriate that it would be someone close to your age. However, I was obviously not through enough in my choice."
Well, that explained some things. A lot of things. This was too easy.
"You're with Shishio too." Misao blurted out before she could stop herself. Great, now she'd ruined it.
Aoshi gave a mirthless snort, "With is not the correct terminology Misao. I am not Shishio's dog."
Misao wisely kept her mouth shut. For once.
"I have my reason."
"Of course you do. You're Aoshi. You always have a reason." She intoned and he raised an eyebrow at her. She added, "That was a compliment. I wasn't being rude."
"You do not wish to know what it is?"
"Nope, I trust you." She replied earnestly, nearly tripping over her tongue. She did trust him. Whatever he was doing was she trusted him. But she didn't think he knew that or believed her.
"Is that all you wished to talk about?"
"I guess so. Well, I don't know why you don't like Sou. He's always been perfectly nice to me and respectful to you." Misao knew she was pushing it, but success made her brave. Being idealistic made her want them to get along. Somewhere deep down she knew they wouldn't, but she shoved that back. Anything was possible and she was ready to see that challenge to fruitarian.
"I have reasons. He should not have brought you here." Aoshi remarked coldly, his face suddenly glaciered.
"Is that a for starters? Because he didn't bring me exactly?"
"You followed him." Aoshi supplemented, unsurprised, "He should not have allowed you to stay."
"What are we in the middle of that you're so nervous?" Misao asked, suddenly feeling cold. Was Aoshi scared? No. He wouldn't be scared exactly, but wary. And Aoshi was never wary for no reason. Maybe she really had landed herself in a nest of snakes. Well, snakes could be killed just like everyone else.
Reflexively her hands went to her hidden weapons and she felt reassured. She wasn't weak or helpless. Being rescued was nice, but it wasn't in her plans.
"Nervous, no." Aoshi replied vaguely, his eyes going unfocused, "My goals are in reach. Perhaps it is anticipation."
Misao didn't like the sound of that at all. She knew he had a mission, otherwise he wouldn't be here, but what sort? Working for a drug dealer was hardly honorable, but at least it was something that paid, impersonal. The way he was talking it was like he was here on a personal vendetta. Aoshi didn't have personal vendettas, he never had.
"Um, okay? So we talked and I feel better at least. You probably don't care and all." Being a stuttering mess was annoying. Realizing that her guardian was in deep was even more annoying. She couldn't help him and she wasn't sure she'd want to.
Don't ask questions if you don't want to know the answers.
It seemed fitting enough now to remember that bit of advice. Hindsight was an evil thing.
Aoshi gave her a sharp look, "You should not be here?" He paused before adding in a softer tone placing a hand on her shoulder, "You need to stay safe. Trust Seta." With that he was gone.
Misao blinked before screaming in frustration.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah, what's that supposed to mean?!!"
Slumming moodily against the wall she considered that piece of advice. Well, she'd consider it advice. The way he said it, it was more like a command.
Trust Sou? She did of course. With her life. Yet wasn't Aoshi just saying, well giving off the vibe, of how much he disliked the smiling teenager. Men were strange creatures. Aoshi was downright eccentric. How he could walk around so... so hypocritical! It was amazing.
Life must suck for him, she decided sagely with a small nod. Well, hopefully he wouldn't disappear again. She could help him. She wanted to help him.
"Little weasels shouldn't leave their holes. It's a copperhead's world no matter the weasel's claws."
Misao bristled, glad she hadn't removed her hands from her knives. Her reaction time wasn't horrible, but having them in hand made things much easier.
"Until the snake gets eaten by a wolf." Misao retorted hotly and was surprised to hear Usei chuckle in genuine amusement.
"Ah, unless there is a trap for the said wolf."
Okay, there was some deeper meaning her. Was he talking about Aoshi? Aoshi didn't strike her as a wolf. More like a black panther: alone, reclusive, in and out with a clean kill. Soujirou certainly wasn't a wolf either. He was more like... well, something. She wasn't quite sure.
"Good luck catching one." Misao said trying to back up away from the blind psycho. "Cheering for you."
"Where are you going little weasel?"
"Away." She felt like embellishing, "From you."
"Tsk tsk, frightened?"
"Never. You smell."
"Like roses I suppose. Shall I tell you what you smell like? My sense of smell has improved with the loss of my sight. You are not so clean smelling yourself."
The whole time he was talking he was inching up. She held herself up stiffly, willing herself to stay strong. Next he'd be saying he could smell fear a like a dog.
"Foolish little weasel. Your protectors are otherwise occupied."
"Which doesn't mean a dang thing, does it? You're the scared one.? She spat, feeling cornered.
He gave an ambiguous smile, "Quite right. I am afraid. Afraid that I wouldn't have the chance to do nearly all the things I want. To you. This is a rather isolated place, wouldn't you agree?"
If he was trying to terrify her it was working.
Licking her lips and looking around helplessly she backed into an old vent.
Hopefully he was only trying to terrify her. He wouldn't... wouldn't?
Well, she wasn't going to take a chance. Her virtue didn't particularly play a role in her thinking, but her pride factored in quite a bit. She wasn't just going to lay down and take it. No way.
Bristling, her leg bumped the edge of the grating and she jumped. The metal fell with a clang.
Before she could think of all the crawlies (they couldn't be worse than the big creep behind her) she dove into the small, cramped man-made tunnel.
The air was stale and it smelled sickly-sweet like a rotting corpse. Jagged bits of metal tore at her bare hands and slashed holes in her jeans, but she plowed onward. She didn't think he could fit in such a cramped place, yet she didn?t want to take any chances.
The vent was dark and cold. That was never a good combination. Once or twice she felt something, but as long as it wasn't a snake she was fine. No snakes. She didn't like snakes.
Misao wasn't sure how long she scuttled around, hunched over and hurting, in that nightmare of a metal maze. When her fingers brushed another grating she shoved. It was lucky that the bolts were either missing or rusted through.
Tumbling out she was surprised when she half-landed on something warm and breathing.
"You better not be a rat." The voice suggested darkly, "Because I'm getting hungry."
"Well hello to you too." Misao snapped back at her landing cushion. She rolled to the left and hit a wall with her face, "Ouch."
"Do you have a lighter or a flashlight?"
What was she here? Well, speaking that she didn't smoke she had no lighter. As for a flashlight, who carried around a flashlight on their person?
"Would you like a portable stove and a pot of tea too?" Misao asked. She could feel stinging from all her cuts and warm sticky blood coated her body. Good thing she had a tenuous shot last year. Lockjaw would just make this all the better.
"Since I've been kept without food or water it would be much appreciated." The woman retorted dryly, "And if you could untie me so I could get out my lighter, I'd love to take a look at the sewer rat who dropped in."
"You're rude." Misao sniffed and sat up. "Why should I? I don't even know who you are or why you're here. You could be a psycho killer."
There was a slight pause, "I apologize for my behavior. I would like to have circulation back in my arms and legs. Water if you have any. You're obviously not with that bastard if you don't know who I am."
Misao weighed it carefully. Here she was trapped in some dark warehouse basement with an unknown woman, who claimed to be held prisoner, and with a psycho sadist after her. And she had thought her life was going well when Aoshi answered her questions.
"Okay, where are you? I can't see anything."
They played voice tag for about five minutes before Misao could locate the woman. She felt along the ropes and pushed back the unwanted thoughts. These knots, they weren't original or anything, someone else surely knew them. It couldn't be?
"Someone wanted to make sure you stayed put." Misao sighed as her raw palm brushed the coarse rope.
"I'm sure they do. Too bad I don't intend to do that for them. I won't be used as bait. Not that one bastard would come, unless my daughter managed to convince him. Even then I fear he'd be a bit distracted. The other one would come, but he'd make it so humiliating I'd never live it down. Then I'd be stuck with him for the rest of my miserable life."
"What?"
"Nothing. Being tied up in the dark leaves you time to think about what you're doing wrong in your life."
"Shishio doesn't use bait." Misao remarked shrewdly.
The woman gave a snort, "Who said it was Shishio? I bet he has very little idea that I'm down here, rotting away. Like as not he wouldn't care if he does know. He knows he doesn't need bait to get the attention of who he wants. No, it's those other two. They're playing a dangerous game, if they gambled right. And that bastard better not have killed my daughter's dog or I'll make sure he doesn't get out of here alive."
Misao stopped her efforts on the knots with a small yelp.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked with concern, "You're obviously here because of circumstances. Are you hiding?"
"Fine." She replied weakly. Aoshi had a dog bite on his hand. She had noticed it, but had forgotten to ask. "I just hurt myself a little. My name's Misao."
"Tokio. It's a pleasure to be untied by you."
Misao rolled her head back. Why couldn't she rescue someone nice?
A/N: Hmm, well, here I am "chatting". I got a new fish tank and I'll be taking anime/manga character name suggestions for my fish Especially female names. I have two zebra danios who need names (fyyrrose: when I said "its" I meant I didn't know their sexes. They're not transvestite fish.). So go ahead! I ask of you your fav. characters.
eriesalia: Hehe, lots of catch-up, huh? I actually planned the Hiko/Megumi thing back in the fall when I was writing Res. It just never made it in there. As far as I know, anime genetics are unstable things -) Who knows?
Fyyrrose: Haha, was it who you suspected? Sure, you do it. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? I had a plot... you shut up. My pseudo-fluff? Ha! We're in the 80's. Aww, yes, dumbass people. I think I'm going to stop watching TV all together. Oh, and you broke Heisuke ;; Could you have waited until I finished HS? I still have like 12 chapters left. sigh Now I have to go to a BBQ. So much for studying.
MissBehavin: When isn't Saitoh a pain? And I'm sure that's it entirely... heart breaking... male pride doesn't factor in at all Hmm, I think your feelings are running the right direction. Yes :) Usui... well, you were sort of right.
Wistful-Eyes: XX I'm getting so violent. Poor Sissy. Saitoh...rescue...why do those words not go well together?
Misao wandered around hugging herself slightly. She couldn't help it. This place just had that sort of effect on you. It was creepy and gloomy, but the real reason she was so nervous wasn't the atmosphere, it was the people.
Why she had to be so stupid and stubborn to do this, and recognize that it was stupidity, was beyond her. She started out with a bad feeling and now it had spread like ice crackling and reaching throughout her insides. She half expected to see her breath frost because the inner-ice had coated her lungs, choking and freezing her.
Of course, it was something she had to do. Life demanded that you did things that scared you to death. With typical Misao psyche she wanted to do this head-on. None of that toe in the water approach. Cannonball.
Bringing Sou might have been a little more prudent, but it would have spoiled what she was going to do.
Despite what the two guys seemed to think, she was well aware of the hatred between them. Maybe it had started out as mistrust and jealously, but it was far beyond that.
Maybe if she could just talk to Aoshi, without Soujirou hovering behind her, then he would listen to her. Part of her worshipped the man that had practically raised her and knew that he would never purposely hurt her. Then there was the more logical voice that reminded her that he was a very anal person and once he was fixated on something he'd go to hell and back to see it through. She didn't particularly like hell. She could only try to stop or divert him, but she wouldn't follow him.
There was a point where you had to separate your life from everyone else's.
She had dogged his footsteps long enough. The desire to be near him was still there, but it had matured slightly. Sure, once upon a time she had a silly little crush, who wouldn't? The man was hot. That made her blink. You weren't supposed to think of a man who was almost your brother, by action if not by blood, in that way. It was almost like incest. That made her trip.
"Misao."
She blinked and stared at the hand steadying her. Aoshi always had such pretty, delicate hands. It was hard to imagine that they could easily choke the life out of someone or wield a sword with such deadly force. They looked like they should belong to a pianist or something.
She looked up expecting the cold, distant look, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He had never smile exactly, but his expression was never so harsh and sever before. At least not when he was looking at her.
"Aoshi, I was looking for you. You weren't in the upper levels and I didn't think you'd gone out..." She trailed off at his look.
"You should not have done so. This is not a safe place." There was an underlying accusation in his tone.
"But I need to talk to you!" She protested, stiffening. Why did he insist that she was a helpless child? She knew exactly what sort of people were around her and she also knew that she could take care of most of them. She bit back her usual retort that she could take care of herself though. She needed to behave for once and think.
Aoshi only listened to one thing. Logic.
"I need you to tell me something. Well, lots of things actually. I don't expect you to answer everything, maybe even nothing, but could you at least listen to me? That's all I ever wanted!"
"I am listening now." He replied patiently.
She took a deep breath. Somehow she was expecting that she would have to hoe tie the man and chain him to a toilet, but this was much easier.
"Why did you go? You brought Sou... Seta, and then you left. Why? You left me there with this guy I didn't know." She stumbled. Keep it impersonal, she coached herself.
"Are you objecting to my choice? You seemed to like he well enough before."
"After I got to know him." She pointed out, narrowing her eyes, "But at the time I was really confused. Giving me an explanation wouldn't have killed you. Now is better than never."
Aoshi regarded her shrewdly then nodded once, "I was hired as a body guard for a man named Kanyruu Takeda. It was hardly something I was proud of. I felt I needed to leave someone in my place and deemed it appropriate that it would be someone close to your age. However, I was obviously not through enough in my choice."
Well, that explained some things. A lot of things. This was too easy.
"You're with Shishio too." Misao blurted out before she could stop herself. Great, now she'd ruined it.
Aoshi gave a mirthless snort, "With is not the correct terminology Misao. I am not Shishio's dog."
Misao wisely kept her mouth shut. For once.
"I have my reason."
"Of course you do. You're Aoshi. You always have a reason." She intoned and he raised an eyebrow at her. She added, "That was a compliment. I wasn't being rude."
"You do not wish to know what it is?"
"Nope, I trust you." She replied earnestly, nearly tripping over her tongue. She did trust him. Whatever he was doing was she trusted him. But she didn't think he knew that or believed her.
"Is that all you wished to talk about?"
"I guess so. Well, I don't know why you don't like Sou. He's always been perfectly nice to me and respectful to you." Misao knew she was pushing it, but success made her brave. Being idealistic made her want them to get along. Somewhere deep down she knew they wouldn't, but she shoved that back. Anything was possible and she was ready to see that challenge to fruitarian.
"I have reasons. He should not have brought you here." Aoshi remarked coldly, his face suddenly glaciered.
"Is that a for starters? Because he didn't bring me exactly?"
"You followed him." Aoshi supplemented, unsurprised, "He should not have allowed you to stay."
"What are we in the middle of that you're so nervous?" Misao asked, suddenly feeling cold. Was Aoshi scared? No. He wouldn't be scared exactly, but wary. And Aoshi was never wary for no reason. Maybe she really had landed herself in a nest of snakes. Well, snakes could be killed just like everyone else.
Reflexively her hands went to her hidden weapons and she felt reassured. She wasn't weak or helpless. Being rescued was nice, but it wasn't in her plans.
"Nervous, no." Aoshi replied vaguely, his eyes going unfocused, "My goals are in reach. Perhaps it is anticipation."
Misao didn't like the sound of that at all. She knew he had a mission, otherwise he wouldn't be here, but what sort? Working for a drug dealer was hardly honorable, but at least it was something that paid, impersonal. The way he was talking it was like he was here on a personal vendetta. Aoshi didn't have personal vendettas, he never had.
"Um, okay? So we talked and I feel better at least. You probably don't care and all." Being a stuttering mess was annoying. Realizing that her guardian was in deep was even more annoying. She couldn't help him and she wasn't sure she'd want to.
Don't ask questions if you don't want to know the answers.
It seemed fitting enough now to remember that bit of advice. Hindsight was an evil thing.
Aoshi gave her a sharp look, "You should not be here?" He paused before adding in a softer tone placing a hand on her shoulder, "You need to stay safe. Trust Seta." With that he was gone.
Misao blinked before screaming in frustration.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah, what's that supposed to mean?!!"
Slumming moodily against the wall she considered that piece of advice. Well, she'd consider it advice. The way he said it, it was more like a command.
Trust Sou? She did of course. With her life. Yet wasn't Aoshi just saying, well giving off the vibe, of how much he disliked the smiling teenager. Men were strange creatures. Aoshi was downright eccentric. How he could walk around so... so hypocritical! It was amazing.
Life must suck for him, she decided sagely with a small nod. Well, hopefully he wouldn't disappear again. She could help him. She wanted to help him.
"Little weasels shouldn't leave their holes. It's a copperhead's world no matter the weasel's claws."
Misao bristled, glad she hadn't removed her hands from her knives. Her reaction time wasn't horrible, but having them in hand made things much easier.
"Until the snake gets eaten by a wolf." Misao retorted hotly and was surprised to hear Usei chuckle in genuine amusement.
"Ah, unless there is a trap for the said wolf."
Okay, there was some deeper meaning her. Was he talking about Aoshi? Aoshi didn't strike her as a wolf. More like a black panther: alone, reclusive, in and out with a clean kill. Soujirou certainly wasn't a wolf either. He was more like... well, something. She wasn't quite sure.
"Good luck catching one." Misao said trying to back up away from the blind psycho. "Cheering for you."
"Where are you going little weasel?"
"Away." She felt like embellishing, "From you."
"Tsk tsk, frightened?"
"Never. You smell."
"Like roses I suppose. Shall I tell you what you smell like? My sense of smell has improved with the loss of my sight. You are not so clean smelling yourself."
The whole time he was talking he was inching up. She held herself up stiffly, willing herself to stay strong. Next he'd be saying he could smell fear a like a dog.
"Foolish little weasel. Your protectors are otherwise occupied."
"Which doesn't mean a dang thing, does it? You're the scared one.? She spat, feeling cornered.
He gave an ambiguous smile, "Quite right. I am afraid. Afraid that I wouldn't have the chance to do nearly all the things I want. To you. This is a rather isolated place, wouldn't you agree?"
If he was trying to terrify her it was working.
Licking her lips and looking around helplessly she backed into an old vent.
Hopefully he was only trying to terrify her. He wouldn't... wouldn't?
Well, she wasn't going to take a chance. Her virtue didn't particularly play a role in her thinking, but her pride factored in quite a bit. She wasn't just going to lay down and take it. No way.
Bristling, her leg bumped the edge of the grating and she jumped. The metal fell with a clang.
Before she could think of all the crawlies (they couldn't be worse than the big creep behind her) she dove into the small, cramped man-made tunnel.
The air was stale and it smelled sickly-sweet like a rotting corpse. Jagged bits of metal tore at her bare hands and slashed holes in her jeans, but she plowed onward. She didn't think he could fit in such a cramped place, yet she didn?t want to take any chances.
The vent was dark and cold. That was never a good combination. Once or twice she felt something, but as long as it wasn't a snake she was fine. No snakes. She didn't like snakes.
Misao wasn't sure how long she scuttled around, hunched over and hurting, in that nightmare of a metal maze. When her fingers brushed another grating she shoved. It was lucky that the bolts were either missing or rusted through.
Tumbling out she was surprised when she half-landed on something warm and breathing.
"You better not be a rat." The voice suggested darkly, "Because I'm getting hungry."
"Well hello to you too." Misao snapped back at her landing cushion. She rolled to the left and hit a wall with her face, "Ouch."
"Do you have a lighter or a flashlight?"
What was she here? Well, speaking that she didn't smoke she had no lighter. As for a flashlight, who carried around a flashlight on their person?
"Would you like a portable stove and a pot of tea too?" Misao asked. She could feel stinging from all her cuts and warm sticky blood coated her body. Good thing she had a tenuous shot last year. Lockjaw would just make this all the better.
"Since I've been kept without food or water it would be much appreciated." The woman retorted dryly, "And if you could untie me so I could get out my lighter, I'd love to take a look at the sewer rat who dropped in."
"You're rude." Misao sniffed and sat up. "Why should I? I don't even know who you are or why you're here. You could be a psycho killer."
There was a slight pause, "I apologize for my behavior. I would like to have circulation back in my arms and legs. Water if you have any. You're obviously not with that bastard if you don't know who I am."
Misao weighed it carefully. Here she was trapped in some dark warehouse basement with an unknown woman, who claimed to be held prisoner, and with a psycho sadist after her. And she had thought her life was going well when Aoshi answered her questions.
"Okay, where are you? I can't see anything."
They played voice tag for about five minutes before Misao could locate the woman. She felt along the ropes and pushed back the unwanted thoughts. These knots, they weren't original or anything, someone else surely knew them. It couldn't be?
"Someone wanted to make sure you stayed put." Misao sighed as her raw palm brushed the coarse rope.
"I'm sure they do. Too bad I don't intend to do that for them. I won't be used as bait. Not that one bastard would come, unless my daughter managed to convince him. Even then I fear he'd be a bit distracted. The other one would come, but he'd make it so humiliating I'd never live it down. Then I'd be stuck with him for the rest of my miserable life."
"What?"
"Nothing. Being tied up in the dark leaves you time to think about what you're doing wrong in your life."
"Shishio doesn't use bait." Misao remarked shrewdly.
The woman gave a snort, "Who said it was Shishio? I bet he has very little idea that I'm down here, rotting away. Like as not he wouldn't care if he does know. He knows he doesn't need bait to get the attention of who he wants. No, it's those other two. They're playing a dangerous game, if they gambled right. And that bastard better not have killed my daughter's dog or I'll make sure he doesn't get out of here alive."
Misao stopped her efforts on the knots with a small yelp.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked with concern, "You're obviously here because of circumstances. Are you hiding?"
"Fine." She replied weakly. Aoshi had a dog bite on his hand. She had noticed it, but had forgotten to ask. "I just hurt myself a little. My name's Misao."
"Tokio. It's a pleasure to be untied by you."
Misao rolled her head back. Why couldn't she rescue someone nice?
A/N: Hmm, well, here I am "chatting". I got a new fish tank and I'll be taking anime/manga character name suggestions for my fish Especially female names. I have two zebra danios who need names (fyyrrose: when I said "its" I meant I didn't know their sexes. They're not transvestite fish.). So go ahead! I ask of you your fav. characters.
eriesalia: Hehe, lots of catch-up, huh? I actually planned the Hiko/Megumi thing back in the fall when I was writing Res. It just never made it in there. As far as I know, anime genetics are unstable things -) Who knows?
Fyyrrose: Haha, was it who you suspected? Sure, you do it. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? I had a plot... you shut up. My pseudo-fluff? Ha! We're in the 80's. Aww, yes, dumbass people. I think I'm going to stop watching TV all together. Oh, and you broke Heisuke ;; Could you have waited until I finished HS? I still have like 12 chapters left. sigh Now I have to go to a BBQ. So much for studying.
MissBehavin: When isn't Saitoh a pain? And I'm sure that's it entirely... heart breaking... male pride doesn't factor in at all Hmm, I think your feelings are running the right direction. Yes :) Usui... well, you were sort of right.
Wistful-Eyes: XX I'm getting so violent. Poor Sissy. Saitoh...rescue...why do those words not go well together?