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. :3
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!!
::is all happy again::
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::beams::
::flings Kurama and Hiei plushies out into the crowd of Volpe Di Spirito, Kooriya Yui, Hiei's Gothic Angel, Nite Nite, Queen of the Paperclips, Kitsune Kit, shadow priestess, Sate, Firekitti, PV2 Day, Vampire Ifurita, maliks-dragon, Hiei no Minarai and Vashies-girl . . . ::
lol, now go ahead . . . onto the chappie!!
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:: . . . twirls around in hyper, unrestrained joy as the readers carefully skirt around her aura of insanity in order to continue reading her sad little attempt at a high school fic ( n.n;;; ) . . . ::
eheh!
Thankies are at the end!
n.n;; . . .
(xxxxxxx)
Saturday morning
(xxxxxxxxxxxxx)
. . . beforehand . . .
(xxxxxxx)
Sighing, the teen closed his jade 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.
(xxxxxxx)
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Chapter Ten
Waiting
(xxxxxxx)
Kurama's brilliantly-jade-colored eyes, still shut peacefully in sleep—abruptly squinted as light suddenly bore down mercilessly on their closed covers . . . a low grumble escaping him, the teen cracked open one sliver of green, accented by dark girlish lashes . . . to see none other than—
—his kaasan.
( . . . at the window)
Shiori had just pulled the blinds back.
(—and that, of course, clearly explained the nearly-painful onslaught of light . . . )
As she turned, the eye closed again, and he heard a soft laugh . . . which was soon followed by a gentle nudge to his shoulder.
"Shu-kun, you can't sleep all day. Time to get up!" she stated in her cheerful, soft tone . . . the kind motherly way that is the most wonderful thing to hear at nine o' clock on a Saturday morning . . . so Kurama responded as respectfully as he could manage, being just woken from a sound sleep . . .
". . . hai . . . 'kaasan . . ." came the half-coherent mumble from the recently hidden face taking refuge in the creamy-soft pillow, the newly-awakened speaker attempting to cling to a few last precious moments of idleness . . .
Shiori chuckled quietly at the sight, and gave her son another playful push, a shade milder, this time . . . though her tender voice now carried a note of finality.
"Half an hour, Shuichi."
. . . again a muffled voice of assent filtered out from the midst of the bed sheets, and, stifling another giggle, the dark-haired woman left the boy's responsible nature to take its course.
(xxxxxxx)
The black-haired boy stirred slightly, becoming vaguely conscious of the sunlight spilling in around him . . .
Blinking blearily, Urameshi Yuusuke sat up, stifling a yawn with his right hand as the sunlight peaked through the apartment window . . .
What time was it . . . ?
He flopped over the side of the bed, his unseeing hand searching the flat floor underneath for any sign of—
Aha!!
Sporting a triumphant grin, he pulled the battery-powered clock from its hiding place under the bed (where it had fallen a few days ago) . . .
Dark chocolate eyes widened as he read the neon numbers flashing up at him in a quick rhythm—
". . . . . D—N!!!!!"
KEIKO WAS GOING TO KILL HIM!!!
Now frantic, the teen scurried around his room, pulling loose-fitting pajamas off over his head (the pants following soon after) and not bothering to get in the shower (or even change his underwear from the previous day X.x; ) as he pulled on a pair of blue jeans.
Crap crap crap crap CRAP!!!
Yuusuke skidded into the bathroom after messily pulling on his socks, eyes flitting over the room, searching for his toothbrush . . . then hastily brushing his teeth, speedily swishing the cleansing liquid around and spitting . . . hurriedly wiping his frothy mouth on a semi-dry towel. Still clad in only his jeans and socks (chest bare n.n;;; ) the punk popped his head around the bathroom door, glancing into his room to check the time.
The small object lying discarded face-up on the sleep-rumpled bed sheets sealed his fate then . . . for the dull red digits only continued to blink ruthlessly back at him—
' 12:40 '
SHI—MA—TTA—!!!
He quickly returned to the mirror, applying a liberal amount of grease to his hair, slicking it back . . . but a few strands escaped nonetheless—(to hang rebelliously in the front). He grabbed a shirt from the closet, pulling it on over his head (though making sure to be careful of 'the Hair') . . . and the hurried teen made his way into the hall, yanking the white covering down over his slim chest as he rushed into the kitchen, snatching an already half-eaten bagel from the counter—practically gulping it down in his haste—as he ran out into the hall.
Yuusuke flung the closet door open, sweeping his eyes over the contents, quickly picking out the light teal-colored jacket, and sliding—(or slamming)—it closed once again. He sloppily tied his sneakers, inwardly cursing the 'western influence' that had infected him with the need to conform—if only in shoe-style—the traditional slip-ons were so very much EASIER in situations like these . . .
Finally, everything was tied, and he hurried out the door, taking the descending steps in bounds, nearly falling down the apartment complex's staircase several times, cursing his oversleeping lateness all the way . . .
. . . Keiko's gonna be really ticked . . .
— h—l YES, you COULD say that—!!
(xxxxxxx)
A young girl, plain but pretty, with shoulder-length mousey-brown hair and soft milk-chocolate eyes . . . who couldn't have been more than fourteen—
Was currently standing in front of the art museum, her arms hanging stiffly at her sides . . . left hand clutching the handle of her purse aggressively whilst one eye twitched slightly; accenting the irritated vein pulsing on her head.
. . . Yuusuke . . . you . . . BAKA . . .
She glanced down at the watch on her wrist.
' 12:53 '
They'd planned to meet here almost an HOUR ago . . .
Sighing, she let her grip on the purse loosen, and bowed her head, the anger ebbing away to be replaced by another emotion . . . walking away from the would-have-been rendezvous point, her gaze became subdued . . . rubbing nonexistent bits of moisture away from her eyes with the back of her free right hand ( . . . simply for a physical action in this moment of self-doubt . . . ), the slight fingers then fell down to grasp the strap of the purse, as well . . . holding it in an awkward, school-girlish position in front of her, the light bag swinging softly against the front of her knees with each step she took . . .
Keiko's saddened stare was focused on the ground, not noticing the people passing by her, as she continued to walk mechanically down the sparsely-crowded street . . .
—Yuusuke . . .
The girl sighed.
(xxxxxxx)
Truly, today was beautiful.
(eh . . . )
After having actually gotten out of bed before nine-thirty, Kurama strolled down the streets, wondering what to do . . . trying to keep his mind away from the memories that had been continuously running through it . . . since . . . last night . . .
. . . Kura-kun, let's play! . . .
(Ah, but it appeared that fate was not his friend today . . . )
(::memory::)
A young boy was running across the sidewalk, laughing as he called to his companion, who was scrambling to keep up with the swift, ebony-haired lad before him.
"Hurry up, Kura-kun! They'll all be gone by the time we get there, slowpoke!" the youth jeered playfully, turning to look over his shoulder at the one chasing after him, a broad smile on the clear face as green eyes sparkled with naive joy. The red-haired kid laughed in response to his best friend . . .
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Matta ge!" But the other shook his head, a mischeivous grin spreading over the eight-year old's face, quickly seeping into the owner's dark eyes.
"No way—!"
(::end memory::)
A gentle breeze blew, stirring the youth from his inner musings and ruffling the crimson locks. The jade-orbed teen sighed deeply, breathing in the muted scents of the park he found himself at, his eyes slipping closed as he stopped walking, right there . . . in the middle of the sidewalk.
It was so quiet . . . he mused . . . focusing his attention on the rustling of the leaves and scents of many flowers drifting lightly over the air . . .
—and perhaps that's why he heard her.
Not opening his eyes to the outer world, but rather choosing to remain discreet in his eavesdropping, he heard the girl pass by him, soft steps thudding morosely on the paved ground . . . just barely audible over the sounds of the cars and buses that were filtering out from deep within the city surrounding them. Now Kurama opened his eyes, deciding on his intuition, turning his head slightly . . . to watch as the depressed brunette continued to somberly walk away from him . . . immediately, he followed.
His steps were quick and quiet, catching up with the short-haired girl after only a few graceful strides, and feather-lightly touched her on the shoulder. She looked up, hope flying in her eyes, but those shining, expectant brown orbs dimmed when she saw who he was—or perhaps . . . who he WASN'T . . . . . . . . then looking away.
"Sumimasen." Kurama began, and her eyes flickered back to his concerned emerald ones. "It really is none of my business, but . . . if I may ask . . . what's the matter?" A trail of confusion found its way on to her face at his kind, compassionate interest, but she shook her head after a moment—thus breaking off her stare of soft eyes-widened shock, directed at this unexpected newcomer—to look back at the ground to her left.
"Iie . . . nothing's wrong . . . thank you, but I'm . . . fine . . ." she trailed off, her gaze shifting somewhat wistfully over the redhead's right shoulder—then abruptly widening and hurriedly looking away again. Puzzled, the mature teen was about to turn around, but heard a brash, desperate voice call out from behind him . . .
"OI, KEIKO! . . . MATTE!!!" The girl turned sharply, intending to keep walking, but the next moment Shuichi was in front of her, guided by one swift motion . . . and praying his instinct of the situation was hopefully correct, as she looked up in surprise again . . . the redhead smiled, green eyes flickering pointedly over the girl's shoulder to the approaching boy, then back to her, with softly dampened meaning; leaning down to her eye level and murmuring softly so the other lad wouldn't hear.
"I think you should hear him out." At the questioning look in her eyes, he backed off, straightening, and smiled once again; this time reassuringly. "You needn't worry. If he tries anything . . . " The emerald eyes sparked with a silent, respectful oath. A smile, however small, broke out on HER face at the 'threatening' promise, and she nodded, brown eyes retreating to one side of her face, as she looked back without turning around.
". . . hai . . . "
"—Keiko!!" Panting, the boy with greased-back hair finally got to them, leaning forward onto his knees as he caught his breath, and then straightened, eyes flicking to the redhead behind her in confusion for a moment . . . before focusing back on the girl . . . he then proceeded to rub the base of his neck in ashamed embarrassment and awkwardly avoided her eyes.
Oblivious to the careful jade-colored gaze taking in her reaction, the girl stepped forward, raising one hand, carefully . . . to—
"I—I—TTAI!!!"
A large bump sprouted from the black-haired teen's carefully greased hair as he swiftly recovered, yelling at the girl who was OBVIOUSLY an old friend, to have the nerve to do such a thing.
"—OI, Keiko!! What was THAT for?!?!?"
She gave him a cheerful, good-natured smile in response . . . even as the punk-teen continued to glare at her.
"Now we're even, Yuusuke." Keiko looked to the redhead, who was taking in the scene, a bare trace of warm amusement flickering behind a polite smile. Green eyes settled on Keiko as she faced him, bowing slightly. "Arigato gozaimushta." His lips twitched at the corners, but the teen nodded nonetheless, bowing, as well.
"I was glad to help." The boy glanced at his watch, then sighed with a shake of his head, continuing. "Sumanai. It was nice to meet you, but I had best be going."
"Oh . . ." The brunette's smile faltered a bit, and Yuusuke just looked back and forth between them, confusion written all over his face. ". . . bye, then . . . "
The redhead bowed, then walked away from them, somehow keeping a subtle, precise grace in each step . . . he turned at the edge of the block, and noticed that the two were still watching him . . . . smiling slightly—and after acknowledging their gazes with a nod and a wave—he continued around the bend . . .
(xxxxxxx)
"What an odd person . . ." Keiko murmured thoughtfully, as the nameless redhead disappeared from their sight . . . ". . . he was so nice . . . I wonder why he didn't stay . . ." Yuusuke, more intelligent than his teachers gave him credit for ( OO;; ), noticed the girl's almost wistful thinking of the attractive, jade-eyed boy . . .
—and was quick to shoot him down.
"Yeah, but what a weirdo! Did you see that long, GIRLY hairsty—ITTAI!!"
Once again his head was target practice for Keiko's well-aimed 'THWACK!!'
"YUUSUKE!" she roared, hands on her hips as light chocolate eyes bore down on the tactless teen on the ground, "I was just saying he's NICE! That doesn't mean I LIKE him, baka!" Cowering in fear of the brunette's fiery glare, the brown-eyed boy caught her last—(almost inaudible)—comment as she let her arms fall, looking away . . . ". . . you don't need to be so jealous . . ."
He sprang up at that, arguing with her face-to-face, now.
"OI OI OI!! I'm not jealous over some red-haired pretty-boy!! You'll always look MUCH better in a skirt than HIM, Keiko!"At this his 'girlfriend' turned an interesting shade of purple and red, alternately.
"Well thanks SO much, Yuusuke!! I'm glad you're so COMMITED!" This, of course, led to a few more lesson-lumps appearing on Yuusuke's poor head, and a few moments later the annoyed spitfire schoolgirl went off in a huff, only whirling back around at the edge of the block to shout one last remark at her half-conscious boyfriend, the purse dangling in the fierce angry deathgrip that was her right fist—
"If you'd shown up ON TIME for once this wouldn't have even HAPPENED!!"
—before stomping away to 'enjoy' the rest of her weekend.
(xxxxxxx)
. . . left twitching on the ground, dazed from the assault, a few wavering comments in a shaky tone floated up from the punk's prone body . . .
" . . . na . . . ni . . . ? . . . ( X..x; ) . . . "
(xxxxxxx)
erk!
X.x;;;
WAH!! ANOTHER FILLER!!!!
gak!
gomen ne, minna-san, that's jus how it turned out!!
honest!!
T.T;;
if I had MY way, they'd be all together and happy (and tortured at the same time) by now n.n lol . . .
sigh ;.;
sadly, it is not to be . . .
u.u;;
SO; sorry for the fillers, minna . . . it's building, I promise!!
please don't leave from your utter boredom!! T.T
I have a lot of stuff planned out for the future of this fic . . . so no worries about ideas, everyone!
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( err . . . provided . . . you guys are actually the slightest bit INTERESTED in reading what seems to be the product of my habit of writing many ellipses (Yui-chan!! n.n;;) and the ever-irritating, tedious in-depthness . . . Oo;; . . . I won't blame you if you get fed up with waiting, minna. -.-;; . . . heck . . . I'M fed up with it . . . -..-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; )
eheh, but me (being odd) will continue writing like this for some reason unknown to myself and an inward urge that has basically served as the 'thought process' for this fic . . . eh . . . ::shrugs:: n.n;;;
gomen, minna!
Ja ne!
- Kita-chan n.n;;;;;;;;;;;
PS
Arigatou gozaimushta . . .
Volpe Di Spirito ( n.n yup-pers! lol! Hi-kun's looking for a rematch . . . -.-;; sigh . . . no comment ( -.-;;;;;;;;;; ) ::mumbles:: some people are too smart these days . . . and yes, it is punishment. ::smirks evilly, and holds up a video camera:: jus wait until he gets back to normal . . . you are soo dead, lol!! n.n;; eheh, gomen for the short respone, Volpe-chan X.x;; I barely found enough time to write the CHAPTER, this time around X..x;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; err . . . thanks for reviewing, lol!! n.n;; much hyper thanks (though, sadly, I'm not hyper right NOW T.T;; u.u;; . . . ah, yes . . . also . . . FINISH THAT ONE-SHOT!!! . . . ::coughs:: eh . . . gomen, I'm shutting up now, eheh! n.n;;;; )
Kooriya Yui (oh. n.n;; eheh . . . gomen, I probably got you mixed up with this other person (I read a lot of her stories and stuff and now she's all ticked that people won't review, so she's getting all annoyed at her readers about it X..x;;; ) GOMEN!! . . . but yea, I DID read a lot of your stories, anyway . . . (too many to mention right here X..x;;; oro!! X.X; ) eheh, well, thanks soo much for the review, sorry for the lack of hyper-ness . . . and . . . yea . . . n.n;; eheh . . . guess I DO like ellipses, ne? n.n;; errr . . . ARIGATOU GOZAIMUSHTA, Yui-chan! n.n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; )
Hiei's Gothic Angel (yup yup! T.T;;;; sorry for the long wait ( u.u;; ) . . . but HALELUJIAH FOR COLUMBUS DAY WEEKEND (Monday's off from school for me)!!! n..n YAY!! OK!! SHUTTING UP NOW!! lol, thanks for the review . . . I'm drawing a creative blank after all that writing, now!! T.T;;; (sigh u.u;; ) . . . well . . . thanks again, Angel-chan! n..n )
Nite Nite (yup!! n..n fun story, very original . . . lol, liked your review . . . gomen for the short-ness but I wanna post!!! T.T;; . . . sigh u.u;; . . . lol!!! n.n;; ::swings the key in front of Hiei's annoyed face (his eye's twitching) . . . giggles:: n.n;; see? Kura's a very good person to be handcuffed to (well . . . either him or Yukina, lol n.n;; ), 'cause Hiei won't attack as long as you can hide behind the youko . . . that is . . . unless he melts the chain connecting the two cuffs . . . OO;; SHI-MA-TTA!! RUN WHILE YOU CAN, NITE-CHAN!! . . . and thanks for reviewing again!! n..n lol, arigatou!!)
Queen of the Paperclips (1st: sweet, glad you liked Hiei's retaliation to Ryujin's evil action!! n.n never had the experience, so it was kinda odd to write X.x;; . . . 2nd: ::laughs:: well, we'll see if he gets those bits of wood out, ne? n.n; . . . 3rd: -.-;; INARI!! people are too smart these days T.T;; . . . or maybe I jus can't write mystery ;.; . . . u.u;; sigh . . . 4th: of course! n.n Hiei and his katana go together like Youko and Kuronue . . . . . . oh. ( Oo;; ) ::coughs:: ah, did I divulge that aloud? n.n;; eh . . . ok, I'd better shut up before I ruin any future semblance of a plot that may be forming in my half-decapitated mind . . . did that make sense? NOPE!! (at least I don't THINK it did Oo;;) . . . lol, but thanks for the review!! . . . and I can always make up a character and have them save me from the bloodthirsty mob of readers . . . who actually might be bloodthirsty now, since I'm updating two days later that usual X.x;; . . . shimaaaaatta . . . X.x;; I'll be leaving now, and yea, funny quote, too! n.n;; lol, it actually took me a while to 'get' it, eheh. n.n;; . . . -.-;; kami, I think I'm losing more of my scant intelligence every day T.T;; . . . sigh u.u;; . . . WELL, thankies again, Paperclip-chan! n..n doumo!"
Kitsune Kit (-.-;; ::scolds:: evil images are BAD, Kit-chan!! DESTROY THE EVIL IMAGES!! ::whips out a flamthrower:: ANY QUESTIONS!?!?!? . . . ::biiiig, insane smile on her face:: . . . OKAY, THEN . . . moving onward from the psyche ward ( -.-;; ) . . . AH!! X.x;; THIRD PERSON TO GUESS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT!! X..x;;;;;;;;; noooooooooooo!! I've become PREDICATABLE!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! ::faints, mumbling in her sleep:: noo....oo...o...o... . . . lol, but thasnks for the funny review, Kit-chan!! n.n arigatou!
shadow priestess (yea . . . n.n;; gomen about that u.u;; . . . honestly, I do TRY to review, but it won't . . . I know that sounds like a load of bull, but . . . ::shrugs:: . . . believe what you want . . . ANYWAY; lol, yea. n.n;; poor Hiei . . .he's jus MEANT to be tortured in any medium, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . AH YES!!! n..n as for Yuu Watase . . . I remembered her name 'cause I've read Fuushigi Yuji!!! n..n lol, I had trouble 'cause I was borrowing it from this friend up mine, and read up to manga eight . . . but then she stopped lending them to me!! T.T;; ( . . . this was about a year ago that I stopped reading it . . . ) and SO, lucky me, in my Japanese class, one of the girls brought number nine in and I've gotten back into it!! n..n YAY!!! . . . so, in short, I remembered her name from your review, and realized . . . stuff. X.x;; yea, lost my thought half-way through that, but . . . err . . . gomen for another fillie chapie ;.; . . . and lol, yea. shonen manga is so much better than shojo . . . eheh . . . ::glances back to her bookshelf consisting mainly of Rurouni Kenshin, InuYasha, Yuu Yuu Hakusho and Lodoss Wars: Deedlit's Tale) . . . and THANKS FOR REVIEWING, shadow-chan!! n.n danke shoen!!)
Sate (AH!! it's okay!! n.n;; lol . . . YAY!! thankies!!! n..n lol, now there's now pressure to continue the intense in-character-ness, ne? n.n;;; lol . . . but HUGGLES!! n..n your review made me feel all special and semi-talented!! n..n eheh, I think you might like the ending, though . . . ::winks:: . . . lol, thanks again, Sate-chan! :3 )
Firekitti (::tentatively tries a lollie:: OO;; eheh . . . lemon-flavored n.n;; . . . ::sighs, shaking her head:: you didn't read my author's notes at the end, did you, Fire-chan? ::shakes head again:: I'm not even going to answer your question as to what Kura wrote on the tree . . . because I put that in an Extra Script at the very end of chapter nine . . . tsk tsk tsk . . . truly, I did appreciate your taking the time to review, but next time please read the entire chapter, I put little things in sometimes, ya know! n..n :;peace sign!:: not trying to be mean here, chica!! really liked your nicey-nice comments, Fire-chan! n..n doumo arigatou gozaimushta! (lol, talk about split personalities, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . ) )
PV2 Day (oh!! poor hand!! hope it's better by now!! T.T . . . yea, me being an idiot and all, I fell running up the hill to my bus stop -.-;; . . . ouch . . . men ::shrugs:: nothing but a lot of scrapes, but it was SO much fun and all ( -.-;;;; ) . . . ah, cool!! n..n glad you liked the bit with the sword . . . ::is beaming, but shrugs:: 'jus sorta fit', ne? n..n but thankies!! n..n ah . . . yes, I do a lot of 'improvising' (I guess you would call it?) when I write, eheh. n.n;; sorta sad and pathetic, I know ( -.-;; ) but ANYWAY . . . meh!! rambles are cool, chica!! n..n lol, I mean, look at me!! I write a five-page chapter and then do about five more pages of reviews, lol!! n.n;; (that's actually true, lol n.n;; . . . eh . . . .;;; ) . . . but thankies for reviewing, even though your hand hurt, Day-san!! n..n ::hands her an ice pack and a heating pad:: arigatou gozaimushta!)
Vampire Ifurita (n..n of course!! good fics you got, chica!! thanks for the review! sorry for the shortness, but that means I put the chapter up faster, lol!! n.n;; eheh . . . doumo arigatou, Ita-chan! . . . ah, yes! I've also been reading your fic 'Caged' . . . and let me jus say . . . SWEET, girl!!
n..n AWESOME!! CONTINUE ASAP!! . . . n.n;; lol, and now I bid you farewell ::bows:: n.n;;; lol . . . )
maliks-dragon (eh . . . I stopped because I have school (basically . . . ). n.n;; yea . . . of course Hiei wouldn't kill Ryujin, Dragon-chan . . . ::shifty eyes:: . . . eheh m.m; I was sorta planning that in the beginning stages, but I changed my mind ::shrugs:: so no worries about THAT, chica!! . . . and thanks for reviewing!! n..n doumo arigatou gozaimushta!!! :3 )
Hiei no Minarai (::blinks:: thank you!! n..n aw, your favorites list?! ::beams:: THANKS!! arigatou!! n.n . . . lol . . .ah, now I must look up the Japanese words . . . ( -.-;; sigh ) . . . WAH!! X.x;; err . . . something about your Japanese language class? X.x;; ORO!! X.X I dunno!! T.T;; . . . well . . . ( -.-;;; ) . . . gomen for this chappie, I thought it was awful . . . grr . . . always think that my next chap won't be as good as the one before it . . . ack . . . it's a vicious cycle, that's somehow almost broken by the nice review I get after each 'iffy' chapter I post T.T;; sigh u.u;; . . . WELL, don't mind my rambling, please ( n.n;;) and arigatou, Minarai-san! n..n thanks!)
Vashies-girl (YAY!! hey, I think I've read some of your stuff . . . I remember typing in your name 'Vashies-san' in a review once n..n sweet! thanks so much!! :3 it's fun when I'm said to supposedly be a tiny, miniscule bit original, lol . . . yay!! n..n hope this chapter lived up to the previous ones, 'cause I don't think it QUIET did T.T;; sigh u.u;; . . .WELL, thankies so much for the review, Vashies-chan!! n..n doumo!)
WHEW!!
HONESTLY, do you guys TRY to give me finger cramps?!?!?
T.T;;
::cracks fingers::
. . . so . . . stiff . . .
yea, I typed this up at two in the morning, minna-san!!
so please review onegai!
n.n
. . . ah, yes, and the reason I was late is because I had no time . . .
( . . . and my parents are sorta . . . ::coughs:: . . . basically the whole thing is apparently rearing it's ugly head again ( -.-;; ) because some people think I have 'repressed anger issues' and are concerned because I'm not doing as well in school and such . . . ::shrugs:: . . . maybe I do, maybe I don't (it's still the beginning of the year; and I think I've jus gotten lazy . . .) but you don't REALLY care, now do you, minna? n.n;; LOL, gomen nasai!! I'll shut up with my personal life, now -.-;; . . . u.u;; . . .)
hey, I said I'd TRY to update about every week, didn't I, minna?
u.u;; eh . . . gomen . . . I'm tired . . . (::yawns::) . . .
(. . . though that's still no excuse to take the pre-sleep crankiness out on you guys!!)
lol!!
n.n;;
eh . . . please forgive, and ja ne, everyone!
:3
Peace out!