Disclaimer: See any previous chapter…except this one…unless you like loops.

Authors Notes: I know you're probably expecting me to say (write or type, whichever) that school has kept me busy. It has but more than that, actually in conjunction with that and me getting sick during my spring break along with more than the usual hours at work, my computer had something like eighty eight viruses on it at one time. We were all pretty sure the computer would blow up with all the looping it did, but thanks to a friend I'm here again. One last thing before I get to the meat, I am once again flabbergasted by the positive reviews this little story has been getting…you guys out there truly rock, thank you very much.

History and Her

Chapter Six: Summarizing Nothing (Part Two)

They say that those who refuse to acknowledge history are doomed to repeat it or something like that. For my case I really hope that's not true, I love history and I love girls…wonder which I'll major in during college?

"I hate math." This is probably one of the truest things I've ever said, I mean with no lies, exaggerations or any of that other stuff that makes comics so great. Math to me is a joke, a cold and dusty evil little joke in the form of a book containing not seven sins…rather an infinite number of them, all bearing down on me like a bunch of Huns on the Great Wall. History is my savior; it was only a few months ago, sometime in the summer I think that I actually read this book my brother recommended to me. I was blown away; it was like a great story only it actually happened. It was like he said it-

"11:30, crap, already?" shit, where the hell did the night go? Math and all that other crap that every other guy seems to at least have a vague grasp on, has screwed me again, damn it! You'd think that in a group with academics like Ichigo, Chad, and Orihime, at least some of it would rub off on me? Whatever, snack time.

Down the stairs and into the kitchen Keigo Asano will go, fetching snacks he will. Sorry about that, lack of sleep…all that. Let's see, cookies, expired milk, meat of some kind. Ah, some left over beef bowl, somehow I saw it coming. Back into my lair with the crappy comfortable chair, popping a CD, Keigo will be eating…heh, not bad huh?

Now, you might be wondering, like I still am just to the why's and how's to why and how I wound up in a helpful promise to the pale genius who is most likely evil and in an apparent date with my most lesbian of classmates . Sit back, because after all that I still my talk with one other girl (man, Mizuiro wishes this many girls talked to him, I would too, if the situation wasn't like it was). Ah hell, I still don't believe what happened next.

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"Keigo, are you alright?" Chizuru asked, waving her hand in front of my dazed face. It isn't long before my eyes are following the motions of her hand until I realize just how stupid I must look.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine…just…what was it you said?" yeah, smooth guy. Chizuru looks slightly put off, but then smiles again.

"I said 'Do you want to go out some time Keigo' and you just sort of started staring at the locker behind me muttering something about Sega." Yeah, Sega all the way, wonder if Chizuru is a Sonic or Mario fan. Damn it man, focus!

"You want…you, Chizuru Honsho…want to go out…with me?" I ask, this all seems like some weird ass dream, some weird ass little dream that will go away and that's it poof, it's gone. Strange that a girl can ask a guy out and forget about it, but the guy remembers it always.

"Oh you know my full name, that's soooo sweet." She smiles again with eyes that belong in a bed room or is that the bed room? Yeah so I know about "bedroom eyes" I'm a human teenage male and have internet access…entrapment I swear, I'm not the pervert you think I am. If the eyes weren't enough, she now bunches up against me. Oh it's so right…she's smell so nice…no…No...This isn't, she's not the girl, she's…

"Chizuru, what the hell's up with you?" that question, I know I asked it but, but it feels like someone else spoke through me. Not like ghosts or anything like that exist but I felt "out of body" for a moment there. Apparently she was as caught off guard as me. Heh, maybe for a second I had a bad ass glare. I think at that second we both realized that the assorted league of evil of the hall was watching us, so being the easily embarrassed tykes we were (I'm speaking for me; I used to think nothing embarrassed Chizuru.) we took off towards some of the out door stairs, going up of course, the only way. She guided me by hand the whole way, it felt nice, to have a girl holding my hand, but I knew, I had to know she had no interest in me. A lesbian into Keigo, my lady luck with the ladies wouldn't permit that, her being straight or not.

We just sort of stood there for awhile on the stairs that face outwards towards the city. The sun was beginning to go down and the blue of the sky was kind of "heavier" and darker for the lack of more poetic terms. I could feel a breeze, nice and cool, refreshing and relaxing. A little nonsensical thing that was just there and just right. I can feel my hair whipping slightly on my face and around my head; guess a haircut is in order. Then I look up the one or two stairs to where Chizuru is standing, and keep in mind I've never really liked in her that way, and I can say with only a little doubt that she is looking pretty…nice in the breeze. Her clothes being rumpled a bit, her skirt going up and down a bit, her hair swaying. Call me a pervert, but I accepted a while ago that most women would have some kind of hold on me. But I've been told that it's taking that hold, that good hold and finding it with someone special who you have a hold on, that's love. Heh, that guy was a dope anyway.

"Keigo?" she finally asks and I feel like an audience member at the treaty signing of Versailles…something big and something bad is coming. Being the master diplomat I am regarding all things (especially girls, come on, this is me here) I respond in a way that is not typical of a teenage guy.

"Y-yeah?" damn guy, American comics, Japanese comics; will even European comics take you? The only Euro-Comic I know about being XVII, so Chizuru responds.

"Keigo, would you help…would you help me?" it's kind of weird that I felt relieved. Then again it kind of isn't, I mean this was the second request I've been given. Did I overnight become a Quaker or something? Is the word "Samaritan", yeah I know what that means, on my back?

"You want my help?" I can feel the sigh coming out of me and my body sitting itself down on the stairs. I look a little to the left, she to her right. She doesn't know how could she? How could she know how it feels to suddenly become a request for differing a girl's interest and this being Chizuru that had to be it. "You want me to make a girl not like you or something, right? Because you heard…?" I didn't finish, I didn't really feel like it. No, what I really felt like doing was just walking home, listening to my music. I wanted to be alone, away from my spectacular friends with their greatness and just be average old me. Is that weird? I'd be alone so what the hell, right?

"T-that's kind of right Keigo." I could barely make that one out. She whispered, why would Chizuru of all people whisper? Not really looking at her right now, I feel her right next to me, sitting. We're going to be late to class.

I look to Chizuru, she's wrapped her arms around her legs and the tears they are a comin. Man, if I was the jock with big side burns and she was the beautiful but misunderstood art chick this could've been a really bad but funny movie, but it wasn't.

"It's this girl…she won't leave me alone." This got me.

"Not to sound ignorant Chizuru but…isn't that good? For you I mean?" does she seriously expect me to see through that little riddle? She looks over at me and smiles a little bit.

"It would be, normally I guess. And it was for a bit…but I…I wanted to leave her I told her I wasn't sure about…sure about…" Ah, I've read this story enough times on Buddha knows number of story sites.

"Sure about you and your…likes?" this is a freakin mine field and although I'm Superman, the grounds made out of lead. (Normally I'm a Marvel guy that just felt good for now.) She was most definitely caught off guard by that one, heck I was too, who knew I had lapses of maturity?

"Yeah, that's it…how did-?" I wanted to say "hormones and too much shojo manga" but I figured that would just dig my grave a little faster.

"A guess." I muttered. She kind of goes off on her own without me from there, I wonder what she would think about just how much I actually know from all those (not that many) girl, no scratch that, love comics.

"You all think that I'm the gung ho man hating lez, right?" I didn't say anything but I think we both heard a hammer hit a nail flat on the center just then. "Well the truth is…I'm not really sure about…that. I like…well…you know…both…you know?" I crack a little smile, the truth is I don't know, but I couldn't tell her that. Be good, help others, learn from history.

"Yeah I get you, you're confused." She nods, sniffs, the tears are just about ready to, and there they go.

"When I…I met this girl from another school, she said she…she said she understood! Then I said I wanted to back off a bit, think a little but she…but she…" she's starting to shake, I close my eyes a second. I know what to do. I guess.

"She wanted you just for her." It was a gamble, but with Chizuru I'm at zero anyway so it's a low risk. I think the fact that I knew in a weird way placated her a bit. Placated, another link to WWII. I touch my forehead, what the hell am I doing?

"Yes exactly, Keigo, you really know relationships!" Chizuru says with awe. I nearly snort. But hey, I'll let her believe that, even though the relationship Zen master next to her has never been on a date. She went on. "She threatened to tell everyone about me…about us…" wait, a loophole, a plot hole?

"I can't really see that being an issue with you…" I say. Chizuru was (what I saw of her anyway) an exhibitionist…right word? Anyway, yeah the girl had no problem showing off her "different preferences".

"It isn't for me…just, my mom and dad don't know…about…" the breeze came back and as teens at that point we understood that the parents didn't.

"Oh." Once again, not much the great Keigo Asano-Sama can do. No, wait, hell no that's not true.

"Keigo, can you…date me, just for a little while I mean until...until this girl-" If I was any other guy in any other situation at any other school with any other badasses, geniuses and jerks, then maybe I would have reacted differently but with things like they were and Keigo Asano being the shonen hero he is… "It'll only be for a little while and I know I'm asking a lot but I-" Chizuru went on for a bit on how little we knew each other yet she was asking for a favor like this, she went on about and on about until my head felt very heavy.

"Chizuru, wait, just stop a sec yeah?" in a weird little defiance of the universe something I ask to happen happens and Chizuru stops talking…for a second. "What exactly do you want from me…no stories, no anything I just want to know-"

"I want you to date me, pretend, you know? To make this girl leave me alone, if she sees me with a guy she might just cool off me, call me fickle or something." I nod 'okay' 'okay' on the outside, but on the nation of Keigos interior it's chaos. Like so many of the deep meaning giant robot shows I watch and re-watch at three in the morning thanks to the magic of VHS and Beta I can feel shit breaking and crashing, stuffing and falling in my head, and wussy little giant robot pilots are crying and weeping, and me, what the hell do I do?

"Alright Chizuru, you need me, you get me as long you need free of charge. I'll wave the introductory fee as my gift to you." Heh, even I'll laugh at that one and she sort of did to, between some sobs I think.

"K-Keigo, I just need you to…to…" I wish I could pull a dashing anime guy thing and predict what the girls about to say but no such luck; I have to wait like hopefully anyone else for the girl to say what she has to say. "Can we just, keep it between us? No one in the school, right?" this girl is asking a hell of a lot from old me, my first faux date with a girl and not only is it fake but I have to keep it a secret, Al Bundy would say I'm getting prepped for marriage.

"Right, whatever Chizuru, just call me when you need me." Fuck you Chizuru, and fuck this whole thing. Why did I agree to that? And why am I so angry? This is about what's expected right? Chizuru looks like she's about to overflow.

"Keigo…thank you, thank you so much!" before I can even say whatever clever reference to whatever interesting comic book or video game I have the girl hugs me. It's alright I guess. I just don't hope American prime time is right and being used by women is all I have to look forward to. She pulls away and I remember that I should probably act embarrassed or something. Heck, I'm blushing and my pants feel a little tighter but it all feels kind of fake, you know? I get up and start to leave, Chizuru looks happy but what the heck is going on with me? A girl, lesbian no less wants to be with me, fake date and all that. No strings and no real commitment stuff, I'm living the guys dream. Why do I feel like such a heel or trash or something else close to nothing?

"Yo Chizuru?"

"Hm, yeah?"

"One question, why me? Why not Chad or Ichigo or Mizuiro or even Ishida, why me?"

"I don't know really, I couldn't find them. Really though, they don't strike me as the kinds of guys to help me."

"Hm? Why not?"

"They just kind of don't…you're different from those others, Keigo." I laugh.

"Heh, good or bad?" she laughs.

"Definitely good Keigo, I don't know why but, you've changed since…well awhile ago." I've changed huh?

I walk off feeling kind of good kind of bad, fifty fifty creamer for my coffee please. Hey, it ain't much but Keigo Asano has a date.

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Two down, one to go. Hope you didn't forget that I had three 'interesting conversations' that day. One to a mad genius, one to a desperate girl and one to…wait a sec, I need some music or else I'll fall asleep in my crappy comfortable chair (some freakish doctors out there say . Let's see…ah, Yello…Yellow Generation…maybe later…Ferris Bueller soundtrack…a little Sinatra…there we go a burn disc of my own stuff. It's not "my" music like I made it, cool if I could be that talented, but no it's just a bunch of junk from the internet I pulled off while other kids were out doing…I just realized I seriously need a hobby…or a girlfriend…or a girlfriend as a hobby. I see my history book, nah, too dumb and too distracted by whatever the hell some anime studio called Bones is doing right now to take anything else seriously.

"I wonder…" I mutter like some dope on camera. Damn is it that late already? Alright, one more go.

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Man being late, oh wait sorry, 'tardy' is bad. But being 'tardy' to a class you don't like after lunch is even worse when you have a teacher that it really seems has it out for you or right now: me. Mr. Kagine doesn't like me, me, the most likable guy in Japan! Okay, if you're laughing please stop and if you're not, hey thanks. Back to today's storyline: Kagine (that friggin ape should be grateful he's called by his last name if at all) eyed me like a rival fighter or something in one of those cheesy kung fu movies from the seventies. He used me like one; I was the practice dummy for tackling practices as part of his 'Appreciation for Sports around the World' which happened to start in the middle of that week and with tackle football from America.

School and this day that felt like it would never end was over. I could now walk home to Naruki and listen to my ripped tunes which were probably infringing on some law somewhere at some point in time. Hey man, rock on. My headphones were in, my backpack was set to crush what was left of my back and I was about to give some listen time to Le Arc en Ciel but, not today.

"Keigo?" I was at the front of the school, on the stairs leading out into the streets under the orange sky. Damn it, another breeze.

"Hey…uh…what's up Tatsuki?" Summer will be nice. She walks out from the school door, there's Orihime right beside her. She waves her off, that's funny they're usually always together. Orihime walks by she smile and says "Keigo-Kun", nice smile, takes everything I have to focus on just her smile, but I do.

"So what's going on Asano?" Tatsuki brings me back, playfully punching my arm. Hell, how does she do it? Her walk, her punch; she treads the line of, I don't know, girl and fighter so…like I said I don't know. Wait, it's polite to respond when someone asks a question right?

"Nothing, nothing's up Tatsuki. Just gracing the world with the infinite love and perfection that is Ore-sama." Tatuksi smirks and walks a little past. I follow, gotta keep those eyes above skirt level for the love of the assorted Lords.

"So what happened? To you I mean. You get your ass kicked or did you kick ass?" I'm right next to her, just walking. I could tell her the truth, or not. What difference does it make for the love of comics?

"Oh you know, no big deal just…nothing, you know?" please don't see through the fog of vagueness I've lay out for you Tatsuki…

"Keigo, what?" she asks, looking at me genuinely confused I think. I feel something on the back of my head, I'm scratching. Do I always do that when I'm nervous? Wait, I'm not nervous, heck no I'm not. Well Tatsuki, I've heard women like honesty, so here goes something.

"Oshima pushed me, I pushed back." Tatsuki stops.

"Oshima? That asshole, what happened?"

"He was doing what he does with a small kid, I told him to stop. He did and started on me, then I…I-"not coming out right slick?

"You kicked his ass? That rocks Keigo!" she said grabbing my arm.

"Y-yeah, I guess it kind of does. It's no big deal though!" women don't like arrogance, but like confidence…damn it this is entrapment!

"It is man; most everyone I know hates that jerk. He always makes fun of the karate team, especially the girl's one. If I could count how many times I've bashed his face for feeling up one of the fighters…" she looks kind of frustrated.

"It still wouldn't add up to the number of times you've belted Chizuru right?" we both stop. Another breeze and…I think my CD player is on and…look a new manga from Watsuki on sale…and don't look right at Tatsuki, death awaits man, and it waits.

She snorts (girls snort?) and starts to laugh, hard. I don't know how to react, all the pointless junk piling up in my head, all the stuff that made me wish I was like Ichigo or Chad or-forget it, it was kind of funny. So now we're both laughing and still laughing a bit as we find some stairs leading up to a shrine to sit down. A little vendor food (me likes the churros) later and here we are.

"Thanks Keigo." Man, it feels too good to hear her say that even if I don't get why.

"For what?" I shift my bag on the stair, grateful that my history book can't kill my spine while it's off.

"For just…making me laugh I guess. It's been kind of a weird day and I just needed that." Weird day huh?

"Weird day huh?" I say.

"Yeah, Orihime…sorry I was worried that Mizuiro might be listening for some reason…Orihime's been a little depressed lately and it's kind of been affecting me." Orihime can get depressed?
"What's wrong with her? Ichigo reject her or something?"

"That was my first question, she said no. Now, you won't tell anyone about-"come on Tatsuki, I'm not Mizuiro.

"You know I'm not like that." She smiles a bit and runs a hand through her shorter than long yet blacker than black her.

"Yeah I trust you Keigo. Orihime is going after Ishida." The first part of that little statement made me feel a jump but the second ranked too.

"…after Ishida? Like to kill him?" Tatsuki smirked and lightly bopped me on the head.

"No you delusional doofus, Orihime likes Ishida. Like likes or however that little kiddy slang goes." My brain stopped, or it would have stopped if it wasn't still restarting up from the last two crashes.

"Heh, she's in for a chase than." Tatsuki looks at me.

"What do you mean?" huh, decision time, do I tell Tatsuki about the efforts Ishida is going to, to stay away?

"Well Ishida is kind of a hard guy to know. I talked to him-before today I mean." Tatsuki nods in understanding, least I hope she believes it.

"The guys a genius but so cold, kind of like Ichigo if you think about it, heard he's chasing Rukia." Not that either of us is prone to gossip but we just both happen to know Mega Mouth Mizuiro.

"Heh, luckily you have super nice super dumb Keigo Asano-Sama to be with." 'Be with'? Different word choice man! She looks a little taken aback by this, and then a little pensive (it is pensive, right?)

"Come on Keigo, don't say shit about yourself like that, yeah?" where she going with this.

"Just joking around Tatsuki, sides I know I'm the most brilliant of all geniuses." Nice. Tatsuki nods a little with what could be a (damn my eyes to the pits of Hell.) smile.

"You think that…think that some guys…Keigo are people afraid of me?" I just barely heard the last part, just barely and do I wish just barely was not at all.

"W-what? Afraid of you?" she seems a little pushed by the question I am so out of my element.

"Yes, afraid of me." How in the whole friggin Asian Pacific do I answer that? I say yes and go for DC, she gets pissed thinks I'm saying something I'm not, kills me. Or I could say no and go for Marvel, she gets pissed I'm saying something I'm not, kills me.

"T-tatsuki they're just…I mean we're just…uh…what?" nice one, real nice smart guy! Perfect ten score (except the East German judge 6.2? Thanks.) She looks over, she looks sad, man I feel like such a flippin child, a real man can talk to a girl, make her feel I don't know… good or something?

"It's nothing…me just being stupid. We can't all be geniuses like Orihime or Ichigo, right?" she's trying to play it off, hey that's my technique. I should have answered, done something, maybe…

"What happened to make you think like that…some ass at school or something…something I said, huh?" funny how in my head it comes back to me. I can almost hear her eyebrow quirk up.

"Your fault? Calm down Asano-Sama, the entire world doesn't revolve around you ya know." Uh…she's playing with me now! Why do women have this kind of power over me! Oh Ewan McGregor, what did I do in a past life to deserve this?
"Right I know…it's just kind of stupid Tatsuki, you never let crap bother you. You usually just hammer Chizuru and that be that." Good, simple logic from past issues of our exciting little lives, no way she can counter that.

"So you think I'm a bully?" Is this chess? Am I playing with all pawns?

"N-no! Of course not! I just figure you're too tough for normal teenage pansy shit, stuff a wimp like me would be bogged down by." She looks kind of relaxed by that…she's laying a trap I know it.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You don't have to beat yourself up verbally or whatever to make me or I guess anyone else feel better." She saw through me, great yet another genius to make me look like a horses-

"You're giving me too much-"

"You scared Keigo?" she asks with a smile again, she joking or ready to belt me? Take a stand.

"No, why the hell would I be? I mean I would if I was still obsessed with girls like Mizuiro or something but, no I'm not afraid." Keep going, keep going. "There might be some guys or gals afraid of you Tatsuki, but I really think it's the little douches and douchettes who deserve to be afraid of you. Orihime isn't afraid of you, or Chad, Ichigo scared of Rukia I think but not you, Mizuiro a bit but only when checking out girls and-"ouch, something hit me. Oh crap it was her!

"Cut it out I get it I get it." She smirks again, nibbling her churro between laughs. Goodbye sleep tonight. "You're not into girls Keigo? Who do you like? Ichigo, Ishida, or maybe Mizuiro? Or do you like big strong men like Chad, he does have a nice body-"hold it…wait, is she? Oh no.

"Whoa whoa…you think I'm? That I like…that I don't like? Not that there's anything wrong with that…" I trail off when I see she's laughing again…did someone put a sign on my back or something? Out of desperation, what the hell? Live and laugh a little.

"Relax I know your not…or if you are-"nip this bud

"I'm not Tatsuki, trust me there ain't much else I'm sure of but that is something I'm sure of." She nods; probably thankful she doesn't have to repeat the Seinfeld reference.

"So are you?" crap crap crap crap crap! Why did I ask her that? Please let her not hear the idiot! Please let her not hear the idiot!

"…am I what? Oh you mean that. Well I wasn't going to tell anyone but Orihime is sooooo pretty when her hot young nubile body is pressed up against mine and…are you serious?" I laugh; the girl can play a mean Chizuru that's for sure. "People think because me and Orihime hang around each other so much we're clawing each others clothes off at night…that's not the case." I feel a chill, what's with the weather lately?

"Oh?" my history book shifts in my bag, making it fall a bit off the stair.

"What's that?" she asks…I left my bag open like the Hawking level genius I am.

"It's a…uh…uh...girlie mag?" she grabs the book, the book from my pack before I can. Damn her and her Bruce Lee like reflexes!

"This is…a history book…an advanced one!" no no, please no…Buddha or any of the other Lords of the universe take my soul. Save me and I shall construct several temples in your honor. I'm not a nerd, please don't-

"Keigo you little jerk! Why didn't you tell anyone about this?" she sounds…proud?

"I was…it was a surprise?" reach man, reach like a toddler for that brass ring like in that giant book about rings (Nine hours of my life stuck in a theater…totally worth it). Damn it, focus!

"You're damn right it's a surprise! This is a book that Orihime and Ichigo study…maybe not! You can read all of this?" is she impressed? With me? Me? Keigo Asano?

"Yeah, I guess I just like history…it's nothing it's-"

"It's not nothing! You can tutor me-"she stops herself in tune with my mind shutting down like a computer with WinME.

"T-tutor? Uh, you want your grade to go up right?" she shakes her apparently shocked face a bit and laughs like I do…she didn't just say that. We laugh and laugh…that's it. Quiet time now, churro eating time. "If you want…ahem…if you want I can help you…" don't do it man, don't do it. "I can tutor you…if…"

"Thanks…you can help Orihime, she's helping me in math and literature, takes a village to educate me I guess…" it's quiet and cold again. Damn that history book I love so much, why is she still holding it? "…is this…what's this on the cover Keigo?" truth? Eh, go for it.

"Blood, Oshima's blood." Her eyes widen.

"Wow…no wonder he was absent today. You'll be a hero to the karate team once this gets out." I scratch my head again (bad habit I know).

"Ya think?"

"Yeah, soon Keigo Asano will have all the girls on the karate team worshipping him." Thanks Tatsuki, yet another image to rob me of sleep.

"Cool cool." I mutter. If I was Mizuiro or me a few months ago I'd be jumping for joy…

"Oh here, sorry." She gives me the book. There's a little churro stain next to the blood now, the covers looking more kick ass by the day. We're quiet again, but it's a little less horrible now, kind of nice.

"Well I better get going…Ma and Pa Asano will wonder where their favorite King of Naruki has been." Understatement, my parents are going to make me commit ritualistic suicide for being so late, but it's not polite to tell a girl that, that much I can guess.

"That's cool, oh wait…" why is she… "Can you give this to Ichigo?" she looks a little embarrassed…with Strawberry?

"Sure…what's this on it?" some numbers…

"My phone number mister tutor, I'll need that first lesson soon." Damn her and the way she has a voice.

"Right right…" I need a dam or something for all the sweat. She says "Bye!" or something…I'm too busy trying to mentally digest just what the hell happened as I pound the pavement like Kojak with a lollipop.

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"Nice, very nice." I say holding up my now bloody and churro'ed history book. Yeah…looking better, much better.

To Be Continued

Authors Notes: Here's some history for you all: This was the longest chapter of any story I've written so far. It wasn't originally supposed to be this long but I just couldn't find an appropriate place to end it until…the end. Sorry again it's been awhile for the story but I'll try to get the updates up in a timely manner from here on in. And now for the reviews:

Gooberific: I'm very glad you're enjoying the story. Having fun while reading a story is great and I'm just glad through some voodoo I've managed that with you. I hope this chapter lived up and I hope to hear from you again!

StormBlazer: Yeah the plots a little heated huh? And I guess this chapter cranked a bit? So you want a Keigo/Tatsuki? Well…let's just say there are some surprises up ahead. Hope you enjoy it and enjoyed this!

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Foxmagic: Thank you for taking the time to review my story and looking forward to more, that just made this gap all the harder, ne? As for the Ichigo/Rukia fics I've read a bunch and liked a good deal. I'll take a look at your stuff too (when I have the time, damn the twenty four hour day).

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I'm exhausted and after five thousand some odd words you understand. I'm done for now so I will see you all when I see you.