AU – Tatakoe koukou no shusseki suru: Attending Tatakoe High
(alternate universe, shonen ai) Kurama and Hiei are normal humans attending regular, everyday human school. NOT YOUR USUAL SCHOOL 'AU' FIC. This time they DON'T go to the same high school . . . pairings; KurHiei, YusKei, KuwYuk, KoeBot.
Shonen ai (perhaps some yaoi) eventually. n.n;;
BE WARNED if you don't like it, ok, minna-san? n.n
Pairings: Kurama x Hiei, Yuusuke x Keiko, Kuwabara x Yukina, Koenma x Botan
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue, onegai. n.n
Semi-important notes . . .
1- Yuusuke, Keiko and Kuwabara's school is still Sarayashiki Junior High (Yuusuke, Kuwabara and Keiko are all fourteen).
2- Hiei's school is Tatakoe High (the next step for students in Sarayashiki Junior High).
3- Kurama, Yukina and Botan's school is Meiou High. (Hiei, Kurama, Yukina and Botan are all sixteen).
YAY!!!!
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oh, dear, oh dear, I got so many reviews!!
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14, minna!!!
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YAY!!!
::hands Kurama, Hiei, and Youko plushies to Hiei no Minarai, Volpe Di Spirito, Queen of the Paperclips, Nite Nite, Carthage, Kitsune Kit, What2callmyself, Hiei's Gothic Angel, PV2 Day, Vampire Ifurita, shadow priestess, Kooriya Yui, maliks-dragon, Black Mirror aaaaand . . .
Thankies are at the end!!
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lol, on wit' the fic!! n.n
:: . . . twirls around happily . . . causing the readers to sweatdrop, just before they leave her alone and go off to read chapter nine . . . ::
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Friday evening
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. . . beforehand . . .
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. . . Hiei looked up, almost aghast (though his eyes were the only thing that even came CLOSE to conveying it), to see Ryujin smirking, which was basically a lopsided, non-comprehending grin of triumph. For a few moments Hiei was frozen . . .
. . . never . . . he had NEVER . . . Ryujin hadn't . . .
He'd never hit him before.
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Chapter Nine
Dealing
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A few moments ticked by; Hiei, shocked motionless against the wall, and Ryujin still grinning sloppily down at him in triumph . . .
Then—
With a growl, Hiei leapt to his feet, punching the elder man with all the strength he could muster . . . straight in the gut. The stomach currently filled with beer gurgled disagreeably at the abuse, and Ryujin landed unceremoniously on the ground from the force of the blow, arms crossing instinctively over his stomach . . . only to look up as the red-eyed teen glared back at him from his sudden spot at the end of the hallway, the attic door having been pulled down from above, scant wooden steps leading up into darkness and beyond.
"Never Touch Me Again." Hiei hissed, his garnet eyes sparking with not only rage and disgust . . . but a hidden memory of fear . . . for not being prepared . . . and allowing a DRUNK ( . . . this time . . . ) to land a blow on him . . .
Before the dazed 'father' could reply, the dark youth had already disappeared into the attic, the stairs pulled up after him immediately, and Ryujin heard the lock slide in securely; so as to prevent any unwanted visits.
Sighing, the alcoholic rubbed his stomach, which was still aching from the small, compact and yet blatantly warning punch set upon it only a few moments ago . . .
He made his way to the kitchen, and opened up the refrigerator, eyeing the bottles either full or devoid of sake . . . his eyes blurred for a moment, as a light-filled, warmly smiling memory of his dead wife filled his mind . . . choking inaudibly, Ryujin grabbed a few bottles of the alcoholic drink, then went out to the ratty living room, settling on the overused futon . . . as he no longer had any desire to sleep in the bed he had once shared with another . . . and gave himself over to the sorrow . . .
To drink and suffer in silence.
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Eyes still burning with the intense glare, Hiei took his aggression out on the only object that presented itself—
( . . . namely, the wall).
CRRACK!
The rotting wood gave a bit under his fist, splintering, and he pulled back, instead punching forward an instant later with another small, fisted hand.
CRREAK!! SCREE!!
CRAAACK!
The boards complained as he continued to pummel them slowly but fiercely, building an odd, rough rhythm after a while, the anger not fading from his eyes even as time wore on . . .
Finally, he grew tired of this distraction, and drew away from the wall, taking a REAL glance at the wood . . . splinters were hanging off every which way, and, feeling a twinge of pain, he looked down to his hands . . . covered with a few minor cuts sheltering bits and pieces of ruined wood.
Commenting aloud with an indifferent 'hn', he sat down where he was, cross-legged, and set to pulling the splinters that he could see out of his hands, wincing a bit on the inside, but only granting the dead lumber the look of his stoic, emotionless gaze as he completed the mandatory task.
When he was 'done' he could still feel the smaller shards that stubbornly remained in his flesh, and, lacking the right tools to get them out (despite not wishing to head downstairs just yet) he cast a dull stare over the small, dim room . . . his bleak gaze eventually landing on the small wrist-watch he had gotten years ago . . . red eyes clouded over as he remembered . . .
(::flashback::)
"Happy Birthday, Hi-chan!" Miuko chirped cheerfully, extending the package to the young boy, who merely looked up at her quizzically, cocking a single thin black line that was currently hovering over one garent eye. The woman laughed at the look, ruffling his hair, mussying the natural white highlights in the center, and causing a growl to rise up from the depths of his throat. She smiled even as she stopped chuckling, her eyes twinkling with restrained mirth.
"It's your ninth birthday, Hi-chan! Time for you to be more responsible . . ." The boy scoffed, still untrusting and rebellious, at this most recent 'mother' . . .
"Ch." Now it was Miuko's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Open it or no dessert tonight." She said flatly. Hiei glared at her and she smiled brilliantly.
He took the box from her roughly, and ripped the brightly-colored wrapping paper off, revealing . . .
A brand-new wrist-watch.
Blinking, he pulled it out of the box, and carefully looked it over, seeming to take in the details . . . then, meticulously—and to the woman's great surprise and confusion—put it back, placing the lid securely on top, and held it out to her.
"Hi-chan? What are you doing, musuko?" He frowned at the 'son' comment, but spoke with blunt conviction.
"It's too nice for me. You should have it." Miuko's eyes widened as a fleeting throught crossed her mind . . . what has this boy been through . . . ?
—she shook her head firmly.
"Iie. It's YOUR birthday, and that's YOUR present." Hiei glared up at her, but she was already patting him on the head again as she passed by, ignoring the second scowl and calling over her shoulder as she entered the kitchen to make dinner . . . for Ryujin was scheduled to be home within the hour.
"And don't let me catch you trying to throw it out, Hi-chan! That would be a TRUE waste, musuko!" The red-eyed boy heard her light voice in the next room, and his gaze drifted back down to the box held in his still-extended hand. He brought it back to him slowly, taking off the lid once again to look at the expensive piece of time management.
. . . . something . . . . .
—for . . . . . . me . . . . . . . . . ?
Confused, he took in the silvery object once more, eyes running thoughtfully over the tolerably useful device . . . before quickly heading up to his 'secret spot', and hiding the valuable item carefully away . . .
Then, he trudged out into the kitchen, and—without sullying the air with any unnecessary comments—
. . . began to help with dinner.
(::end flashback::)
Now that same watch, the only working one in the house, read ' 10:34 ' . . . in the shiny black numbers that were hidden behind the glass screen . . . yes, the thing still worked, even after all these years . . . once, the battery had broken, and—slightly alarmed—he had taken it to Miuko . . . though worried that she would be angry with him for battering such an expensive and precious gift. . . but she had just nodded and said they would go out to buy another battery later in the day . . . and they did.
Since then . . . he had kept it in his room, set up against the wall, hanging from a nail so he could tell the time when he woke up.
It even glowed in the dark . . . the face illuminating when you pressed a button on the side . . .
But it was not the only item found here that reminded him . . . of the years with 'Her' . . .
Scattered around the bleak room were a few scant mementos from 'days out', ticket stubs from a rare movie, and even lingering 'birthday presents' . . . he smirked when his gaze fell upon the sword—a REAL katana—poised in its stand, black leather covering the tempered wooden sheath and hiding the clean, sharp metal from view . . .
A dark smirk crossed his face as a thought drifted over his mind.
. . . now THAT would be a way to handle him . . .
His eyes were hidden by the thin ebony-indigo bangs, shadowing deeper emotions as he walked over and carefully removed the sword from its place, and then sat down at the juncture of wall and floor, not bothering to set out his thin, ragged futon and sheets.
Leaning comfortably against the wooden boards, he closed his eyes, grasp tightening on the sheath that was leaning against his left shoulder (and held securely by the corresponding hand), but then forcing himself to relax . . . upon feeling the familiar surface, he came to a decision as he began to drift . . .
Dinner could wait . . .
. . . Ryujin had to be stone-drunk, and dead-to-the-world . . .
—before the kitchen could be used without interference.
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Kurama lay softly on his mattress, staring up at the dark ceiling of his room from his current position . . . his back on the bed, the crimson braid (to keep the long locks from tangling in the night) resting lightly against his pillow, as the deep green forests scanned the dim surface above . . . the western-style bed rustled a bit under him as Shuichi shifted to his side, facing away from the window . . . staring into the darkened room, as bare beams of moonlight filtered in . . .
Kurama . . .
Who was it . . . emerald eyes darkened in thought, trying to recall . . .
. . . who was the last person to call me that?
Kurama . . .
. . . Kurama . . .
Somehow I don't believe it was 'kaasan . . .
. . . Kura . . .
His eyes widened, just the slightest bit, at the final realization . . .
Wait . . .
. . . Kura . . . -kun . . .
ah . . .
Those same jade-colored orbs dimmed in recollection, returning to the past . . .
. . . Kura, hurry up!
It'll be fun, 'kitsune'!
Childish laughter played through his mind at the silly nickname, drawn from the 'youko' connection when he was younger, and the smallest of wistful smiles passed across his face . . .
—let's go!
Of course . . .
Kurama-kun!
Sighing, the teen closed his eyes, finding that the image in his mind's eye had shifted from the dark, red-eyed boy . . . to that of a much kinder and younger visage . . . the person in question being a much older acquaintance than the irritable, spiky-haired youth . . .
A fortunate fact that it was a Friday . . .
The old memories ended up keeping the redhead awake . . .
—for most of the night.
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Saturday morning
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A shrill beeping noise resounded through the scarcely-decorated room. Without a sound, tired red eyes blinked open a few times, clearing sleep that still clung gently to them, as the owner of the gaze then shifted to look at the small wristwatch hanging on the wall . . .
' 6:45 '
For a moment puzzlement touched upon the crimson orbs . . . all too quickly turning to a dull, annoyed glare as the dark youth remembered . . .
K'so . . . . . . he'd forgotten to unset the alarm . . .
Resigned to the weary fact that he would never get back to sleep . . . (and also remembering a certain incident that had taken place a few years ago—when he had, for some reason, woken up at three in the morning—and was unable to sleep again until the next night . . . ) . . . Hiei carefully pushed himself up from the floor, becoming aware once again of the sword in his hands. He remembered faintly falling asleep—his small, pale fingers firmly wrapped around the black sheath while he drifted off—this thought occurred as he walked over to the stand and set the katana back up in its proud pose.
Shaking his head at his unusual forgetfulness, his mind was soon cleared by all coherent thoughts as a rumbling growl floated up from his empty stomach. Sighing, he remembered the stolen soup and ramen, and silently unlocked the trapdoor that opened down into the hallway—knowing full-well that Ryujin would be knocked out with a hangover this early in the day . . .
Padding softly down the wooden steps, the teen then crossed quietly over the cold cement that made up the most commonly-used floor of their house, his feet secretly thankful for the miniscule relief when he entered the kitchen and stepped upon the smooth (though, as always; cheap) grey tile covering it.
Not sparing a glance into the messy living room to see if the drunken man was awake yet or not—the snoring gave it away all too well—Hiei bent down, pulling a small pot from a drawer below. He filled it with tap water from the sink, frowning slightly at the tainted color of the liquid that was pouring into the 'clean' container.
He placed it carefully on the stove anyway, turning the electric appliance on and then just stared . . . with an unreadable look in those garnet eyes . . . at the still surface of the water—until he sighed and turned around, hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the counter.
The blue-black-haired boy looked out the window; finding that the wonderful view of the house next to them was almost as beautiful as their own . . . considering the designs for all the cheap houses on this block were depressingly identical . . .
The teen sighed, shifting his gaze once again, this time choosing to stare dully up at the crudely-painted ceiling, as his thoughts reverted back to the night before . . . a slow softness threatened to disturb his distant gaze . . . though his body remained tense, those red orbs slipped shut, a frown finally coming to his face as he remembered the event . . .
Dark garnet eyes shot open, something like angry conviction smoldering in their depths.
I'll defeat him . . .
Now he heard the bubbling-over of the water on the stove, and slid nimbly off the dirty ledge, turning it off. That task completed, he placed a hand under the bottom of his uniform jacket and pulled his grey-colored undershirt up with a quick motion from the other . . . two small items fell into his outstretched hand, and he smirked, eyes glittering with a hint of malicious amusement as he continued to make his first meal in days . . .
That arrogant bas—rd . . .
Tonight.
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WHEW!!!
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eheh . . . another filler chappie, ne?
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eh . . .
grrr ( -.-;;;;;; ) . . . the only part I liked about this was the Hiei bit at the end!
ERG!
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u.u;; sigh . . .
::shrugs::
it's jus how the chappie turned out, minna-san!
::peace sign!::
( n.n; eheh . . . ::looks around nervously, expecting to be pounced upon and then swiftly beaten into a bloody pulp in a mere matter of seconds . . . :: )
errrr . . . JA NE!!!!!
::runs away at top speed::
- Kita-chan n.n;;;;;;;;;
PS
Doumo arigatou gozaimushta!! n..n
Hiei no Minarai (OMG!! ::huggles:: thank you soo much!! n..n I feel so loved!! :3 yay! . . . ah, yes and about the lil 'oopsie' having to do with my spelling of 'mother' in Japanese . . . n.n;;; eheh, I'm taking a Japanese course now so I FINALLY know how to spell it -.-;; . . . was going by the one I saw spelled most of the time in fanfictions, so yea . . . ::shrugs:: not the best to go by, be? X.x;; lol n.n;; BUT anyway . . . yeah, I know, so I'm going to use that spelling from now on (as in 'kaasan' instead of 'kasaan' . . . ) BUT THANKS FOR TELLING ME!! n..n I appreciate help . . . need all of it I can get . . . oro!! X.x;;; Again, thanks for reviewing, Minarai (Hiei's apprentice, ne? –.n lol) -san!! n..n doumo!)
Volpe Di Spirito (OH, I KNOW!! n.n;; lol, kawaii nonexistent fluff, ne? n.n;; eheh, sorry this storyline's taking so long . . . ARRG!!! X.x;;; I WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS BEGINNING STUFF ALREADY!!! :::curls up in a corner and cries:: T.T;;; I WANNA WRITE KURA AND HIEI AS A COUPLE!!! WAH!!! WAAAH!!! WAAAAAAA— ::is whacked on the head by an annoyed Volpe-chan. X.X oro . . . thanks . . . x.x;; . . . u.u;; ok, gomen, I'll stop now -.-;; . . . ah, yes and you find out why Kura's so advanced in techniques and stuff like that in the next few chapters . . . hopefully . . . if I get them written soon X.X;;; ORO!!!! x.x;; but seriously, I have some cool ideas for this fic, jus need to write 'em down!! n.n;; lol, thanks again for the review (and for actually READING this inane babble, eheh n.n;), Volpe-chan . . . and update 'THAT' fic when you get the urge (::peace sign!:: n..n) aaaand one last thing . . . ::holds a bag of catnip up, and Kurama quickly moves out of the way as Volpe is abruptly covered in the powdery substance . . . instantly, the Hiei-neko jumps up and begins to rub against her!! n..n:: LOL!!! 'another' cutesy moment, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . doumo, anyway! ( n.n;;; . . . ) )
Queen of the Paperclips (yup. n.n makes perfect sense to me . . . then again . . . maybe it doesn't make sense if it makes sense to me . . . because to make sense you must first be sane . . . which I am not . . . X.x;; . . . ah, well . . . ( lol n.n;; ) . . . ::laughs:: I KNOW, right?!? that lil fight scene!!! n.n YAY! glad someone liked it X.x;; . . . ok, cliffie is over, right? all better now? ::corners of mouth twitch . . . then her face bursts into a full-blown evil grin:: ;3 LOL!!! n.n;; eheh, I like your little, quote, too . . . ::shrugs:: thanks for reviewing again, Paperclip-chan! n.n arigatou!!)
Nite Nite (SWEET!!! YOU'RE STILL READING!! n.n;; eheh, I was worried you'd stopped . . . no way to tell, ne? X.x; u.u;; sigh . . . ah, yes, and I think I read one of your more recent fics . . . but couldn't review it because my computer's being stupid ::sticks out tongue at fanfiction dot net staff:: . . . then goes off to check your profile to see what story it was that she read . . . comes back:: ah, yes! 'The Return: Sequel to Unexpected' n.n cute story . . . ::shudders:: though . . . evil Karasu . . . and the poor doomed Midnight and Ame . . . u.u... ::tear, tear:: . . . oh, this fic's keeping your attention?!? really?!?!? X.x;; whoa . . . I probably would have stopped reading this lil thing a while ago . . . X.X;; freaky . . . ::shrugs:: well, hope this chappie was decent enough, and yea, I'm working on getting our two fav. characters to have more moments together . . . -.-;; 'tis slightly annoying for me, as well . . . the plot's going so slow!! T.T;; sigh u.u;; . . . ahem, and thanks for reviewing, Nite-chan! ::handcuffs her to Kurama, for protection from a certain irate hiyoukai:: n.n;; lol . . . )
Carthage (n..n sweet! Glad you like his family life . . . aha, and I noticed that, too. n.n;; lol, that both Atsuko and Ryujin are drunks . . . and also Kurama and Yukina's moms are both really nice (—.n lol, another parallel, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . ) and yea, he doesn't really have a family in the series . . . poor Hiei . . . and poor Hina . . . if I get around to explaining it, you'll understand that lil comment I just made ( ;.; poor, poor Hina u.u;; ) . . . AH, well before I ruin the storyline!! X.X;;; ORO!! well, thanks again for reviewing, Carthage-chan! n..n lol, I luv the input, chica! eheh n.n;; . . . )
Kitsune Kit (GAH!! ::beats her over the head with the desk she was just bashing her head ON:: NO!!! NOT THOSE THOUGHTS!!!!! BAKA DESU!!! (thankfully this chapter proved you wrong, eheh n.n;;; (Oo;;;;;;) ) . . . ::nods head in agreement:: yes, Kura-chan IS kawaii . . . ne? :3 . . . lol, say hi to your psychiatrist for me, and thanks for reviewing (insane as it may have been Oo;; . . . which is, of course, a good thing! lol n.n;; ), Kit-chan! n.n;; eheh . . . danke . . . )
What2callmyself ( (OO;;) ::claps:: another great review! (oo;;) . . . err . . . lol, liked the use of your 'big word', too n.n;; eheh . . . ::zips mouth shut with a smile:: you'll understand why Kura took Hi-kun's switchblade eventually, What2-chan!! n..n lol, I luv non-violent torture . . . ::smiles innocently . . . then gives peace sign:: n.n . . . lol!! I don't think Youko NOTICED you took the shinies, but rather heard you ADMIT you took them, ne? n.n;; lol, so it's really not MY fault at all if you die, ne? . . . ::crickets chirp . . . sweatdrops appear on her head:: ( n.n;;; ) NE??!?!? X.x; oro! X.X lol, please continue the 'mini-fics', as Fugen-chan (pen name: ' fugen ' ) dubbed it when I would do it in a review of HER Kura x Hiei story (Title: ' Sweet Childhood ' if you're interested in baby youko and Hiei kawaiiness . . . ::eyes go all dreamy in remembrance of the absolute cute-ness . . . ), lol! n.n;; eheh . . . ::huggles!!:: AND THANKS SOOOO MUCH (for the review, too!), WHAT2-CHAN!! ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU!!!! n..n! ;3 )
Hiei's Gothic Angel (really? your fav. chappie was the last one? . . . SWEET! eheh, cheater! using copy and paste . . . ::shakes head in good-humored disappointment:: . . . n.n;; . . . lol, but ANYWAY . . . hope you update soon, and I read the new chapter of 'The Dark Side to the Story' my comp won't let me review, not matter how many times I click the button u.u;; sigh . . . sorry about that, but the new chapter four was cool chica! n..n lol, liked how you adapted the idea . . . it fit jus right :3 . . . but either way, thanks for the review, Angel-chan!! n.n doumo! :3 )
PV2 Day (oh!! So we were in the same boat last chapter ne? n.n;; lol, I've gotten SLIGHTLY a bit more of sleep since then . . . but am currently living with the unexpected (weekday! X.X;;) schedule of going to bed at midnight and waking up anytime from six to seven in the morning -.-;; sigh . . . u.u;;; . . . really? the last chapter seemed short? . . . that's odd . . . I think I try to write about five pages per chapter or something like that . . . ::shrugs:: ah, well n.n;; what's past is past, ne? lol! n.n;; was this chappie any better? ::puppy eyes:: T.T; . . . and SWEET!! glad you like the way I did Hiei's room . . . I jus had the thought, you know? n.n glad it seems like it fits, Day-san (that's always good, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . )! well, I'll stop rambling and talk to ya later! Thanks for reviewing, Day-chan! n.n arigatou gozaimushta!)
Vampire Ifurita (Oo;; odd . . . evil fanfiction people ::glares at the staff, who pointedly ignore her:: T.T;; sigh u.u;; . . . I'm so powerless! ;.; . . . ah, well u.u;; . . . glad you like it so far! n..n hope you can end your two Kura x Hiei fics soon (because then you'll update soon! –.n) lol, but seriously, good luck with those :3 . . . and thanks for reviewing, Ita-chan! n..n . . . . . . . OMG!! I just read your ending chappie to 'Thinking of You'!!! SOOO KAWAII, Ita-chan!!! n..n I'm putting the review here since it won't let me review anymore T.T;; . . . I LOVED IT!! THANKS FOR THE SHOUT-OUT, CHICA!! . . . ah! ::nods:: NOW your 'change' in username makes sense, lol. n.n;; eheh . . . glad you like my reviews!! :3 I like yours, too! eheh . . . update 'Winter Murders' soon kudasai! doumo arigatou for the ending chappie ( #27 ) of that fic ( n.n;; pertaining to the thing with Hiei . . . simply LMAO, chica . . . jus ROTFLMAO . . . n.n;; eheh . . . n.n;;;;;;; ), and your review!! n..n thanks!! ;3)
shadow priestess (konban wa! n.n lol, jus had to slip some Nihongo in there, ne? ;3 lol . . . ah, me and my limited knowledge of how to speak Japanese ( T.T;; ) . . . -.-# sigh . . . lol, and yes, as for the hitting scene . . .n.n;; LOL!! I read chapter two of your fic (even though I most likely couldn't review it T.T . . . ) and 'chuckled inwardly'!! n.n;; LOL! OUR TWO SCENES WERE SOO MUCH ALIKE!! ::laughs!!:: and the weird part of it IS: we came up with them completely separate from each other, ne? n.n;;; LOL, that's jus odd . . . ::shrugs, eyes still twinkling and mouth twitching with restrained laughter:: n..n COOL AU FIC YOU'VE GOT GOING!! KEEP IT UP, CHICA!! n..n would like to read more of 'Mobius', shadow-chan . . . ::shrugs again:: :3 . . . and who's Yuu Watase? I've heard her name before . . . AH!! WHAT DID SHE DO?!?!? ORO!! X.X;;; tell meee!!! kudasai! onegai!! T.T;; . . . u.u;; sigh . . . ( watashi wa baka desu . . . -.-# ) . . . ANYWAY, danke shoen for the review, shadow-chan! n..n update soon! hope to hear from you again, chica!! :3 doumo! n.n )
Kooriya Yui (OMG!! I'VE READ SOO MANY OF YOUR STORIES IT'S FREAKY!!! X.x;;; . . . so you sort of . . . have a reason to hate me .;;;;;; . . . . crud . . . ::runs for her life to escape the other authoress' wrath:: MEEP!!!! DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE!! all your fics are really good! I read them a while ago, when I was in that 'no-reivew' stage . . . T.T;; sigh u.u;; . . . sumimasen . . . ;.; . . . OH!! ::is exited at hearing a word she doesn't know the meaning of!:: what's an 'ellipse'?!?!? TELL ME!!! T.T oh PLEASE, chica!?! . . . u.u;; . . . ::cat smile:: nope, I didn't put what he wrote down on the tree in the chapter . . . ::shrugs carelessly, along with a (slightly) evil smile:: anyway, thanks for reviewing, Yui-san! n..n I was happy to hear from you! n.n doumo arigatou gozaimasu!)
maliks-dragon (YAY!! NEW READER!! ::huggles!!: n..n glad to hear from you, chica! ::hands her another plushie, this one a cuddling Kura and Hi-kun:: n..n thanks! . . . ah, yes, and I read your fics 'Sleepy' and 'Young Love' . . . n.n gomen for not reviewing, but my comp. won't let me review the majority of the time, now . . . ::shrugs:: TRUST ME, I tried . . . it jus didn't work ;.; . . . sigh u.u . . . WELL, they were cute stories, chica!! I think I might read some more of your lil one-shots . . . when I get the time, ne? ;3 lol, thanks again for reviewing, Dragon-san! :3 arigatou!)
Black Mirror (SWEET! another newbie!! ::beams:: thanks, chica!! glad you reviewed!! n..n lol, am continuing whenever I get time, Mirror-san. :3 but thanks for the nicey-nice comments!! arigatou for those and for reviewing!! n..n)
Ah, yes, and to those who DIDN'T review, but read . . .
Thanks for reading (but I wish you'd review so I could thank you personally)!
n..n
Arigatou, minna-san!
ES #2 (The Extra Scripts (sorta Oo;;) return!! n.n;;; lol . . . )
Since many people are probably curious about it, this is basically the message that Kurama carved into the tree for Hiei to find . . . ::shrugs:: . . .
(REMEMBER: it would be in JAPANESE CHARACTERS (tried to put them up . . . but fanfiction dot net's uploading thing won't work the characters right . . . T.T;; sigh u.u;; . . . ), NOT ENGLISH, MINNA-SAN!!
. . . n.n;; ah . . . jus wanted to . . . clarify that . . . eheh . . . ( -.-;;;;;; ) . . . )
Gobanme no chiku (fifth district)
Kouen yonbanme no ki (fourth tree in the park)
Kon'ya (tonight)
Kurama
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::shrugs::
and thanks for the reviews, minna-san!!
hope to hear from you again!
n.n
Peace out!
:3