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).
hello!!
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::is all psyched (and happy), because she wrote a seven-page long chappie this time and got over 100 reviews for once!!!!!! n.n ::
ANYWAY, minna, as an apology for the last two fillies ( u.u;; sigh . . . ) I decided to make this chapter two pages longer, and we see some of the 'main characters' at the end!!!
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SUGOI!!!
::flings Kurama and Hiei shonen ai (sticker, not pin-type -.-;; ) buttons out to the crowd buried under the pile of plushies accumulated from the last two chapters . . . namely consisting of Queen of the Paperclips, Volpe Di Spirito, What2callmyself, shadow priestess, Kitsune Kit, Fire chibi, Nite Nite, Kooriya Yui, Vampire Ifurita, PV2 Day, Squal D. Zolo, and Sate::
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now on to the story!!
::grabs a reviewer from chapter ten and flings her into the never-ending void of plushie-ness::
IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY REVIEW RESPONSES THEN DON'T READ 'EM, CHICA!!
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lol, PEACE and gomen nasai, everyone!!
(eheh, please go and read now before you all start to hate me and my procrastinating laziness T.T;;; )
u.u;; sigh . . .
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Saturday morning
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. . . beforehand . . .
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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, where the two were still watching him and smiled slightly, waving discreetly to them as he then proceeded to continue around the bend . . .
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Chapter Eleven
Training
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Saturday, late afternoon
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Skidding to a halt—(backwards)—but keeping his feet, Shuichi managed to correctly judge and reestablish his balance, lifting his eyes to face the elderly woman across from him . . . her grey-rose hair, an originally soft-pink that had been dulled with age, was pulled back in a tight bun as meticulous as the dark brown eyes that took in every flaw of his stance.
"Your left flank is open. Concentrate on your opponent, but careful of your feet." She offered in an undertone, quietly, and Kurama nodded, showing subservience to the elder, and proceeded to shift his stance slightly.
"Hai, sensei." Then, all at once, the aged master flew at him, and he gasped inwardly, green eyes widening just the slightest bit, as he brought his arms up in quick succession, seeking
to block all the blows that he could . . .
Minutes passed . . . and he escaped . . . ( . . . most of them . . . )
—but, as always, one inevitably hit . . .
When he felt her fist solidly connect with his gut, he mentally cursed himself for his clumsiness, even as he flew rapidly through the air to finally land flat on his back, slightly winded from the force of hitting the dojo's hardwood floor.
Sprawled out like a freshly caught fish, the redhead stared up at the ceiling . . . before sighing softly and hoisting himself up to a sitting position, knowing he had looked anything BUT the graceful creature who had defeated that feisty dark teen . . . only last night . . .
Mnhmm—
"Oi! Minamino!" Green eyes returned abruptly to his teacher, a kind lady in her mid-seventies, who still managed to keep a certain elegant beauty around her . . . her looks were slender and face retaining some of the lost beauty of youth . . . any further musing was cut short by the next comment from his usually patient teacher.
"Since you're clearly distracted; perhaps I should get imouto to help. " The woman cocked one thin eyebrow when the green orbs widened, but continued regardless. "She's very good with discipline, as you know, Minamino." . . . even though Kurama recognized the threat as a long-standing joke, he still—(and very swiftly)—stood . . . immediately readied for another lesson from the older Momoiro sister.
"Iie, iie, Sakuha-sensei . . . sumanai. Please continue?" She shook her head with a sigh of her own, and spoke in her naturally soft and refined voice.
"Minamino, your good manners will get you into a spot of trouble someday." Brown eyes opened to gaze piercingly up at him from her short stature, and Kurama respectively nodded his head, knowing what she was alluding to . . . briefly recalling the first time she had opened up to him—as his eyes rose to study the aged details of his sensei's face before him—concerning the grey-and-rose-haired women's past . . . living with her younger sister's complex and yet blunt nature—
Kurama continued to stare thoughtfully at the elderly woman, as she walked, upright and graceful even in her old age, over to the side . . . then sitting down, cross-legged in the fighting tunic she wore, that mirrored Kurama's own . . . the teen's eyes flicked over to the clock mounted on the wall, and the usually-smiling visage creased into a slight frown. Sakuha nodded, opening her eyes and looking up from her leisurely spot on the floor, arms neatly folded in front of her, to nod her head slightly to him.
"Today's lesson is over. I will see you on Wednesday, Minamino-san." The redhead bowed hurriedly, much lower than his respected teacher had.
"Hai. Doumo arigato gozaimushta; Sakuha-sensei." As he straightened, he noticed a small twitch of her lips, before it quickly retreated . . . and she shook her head, closing her eyes and waving him off as he turned to the door, making to leave the room.
"Sayounara, Minamino-kun."
"Sayounara, sensei . . ."
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Dead tired, Shuichi was vaguely aware of the city around him, as he made his way home, his training clothes stowed neatly in the cloth khaki sack slung over his arm . . .
. . . who is he . . . he found himself wondering absently, as those deep green eyes surveyed the skies with traces of both curiosity, puzzlement . . . ( . . . and weariness . . . ) . . .
His name . . .
Why . . . ?
Where these questions were coming from . . . he wasn't quite sure . . . but . . . if there was one truth he knew, one rock-solid answer, it was—
That he was tired.
( . . . far too tired to think clearly . . . )
. . . oh, how he loathed the long walk back to his home right now, in his current state of dull exhaustion . . .
It had been as such since as far back as he could remember . . . every Saturday and Wednesday afternoon (from one to three and three to five) . . . martial arts with Sakuha-sensei ( . . . though today she had seemed PARTICULARLY merciless . . . ).
Still only half-awake, the redhead trudged through the streets back to his home in an almost trance-like daze . . . not realizing he was recalling a moment far away until the person in his mind was then identified as long gone . . .
(::memory::)
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Wait up, will you!" The other lad shook his head, a mischievous grin spreading over the eight-year old's face.
"No way, Kura! You've got to get faster, slowpoke! Even my Kaasan could beat you!" Kurama, slightly ruffled by the insult, slapped his feet harder on the cement, racing to catch up with his best friend . . . soon they were running neck and neck, the playful run becoming a competitive race . . .
"—you—can't—beat—me—Kura—" the lanky, ebony-haired boy managed to gasp out, struggling to keep pace with the redhead he had previously thought was so slow . . .
"—we'll—see—about—that—" the green-orbed kid panted back, feeling his body already straining to give under the unexpected sprint . . . not completely taking into regard where they were headed, the two boys sped across the paths, quickly traveling from the sleepy suburbs where they lived to the busier streets of town . . .
"—you—aren't—this—fast—" the boy with dark indigo eyes commented doubtfully, with no small amount of confusion . . . when had he . . . ?
"—RIGHT—" the redhead replied with a hint of good-natured irony in his tone, but trying to focus mostly on speed . . . even as he felt himself slipping behind . . .
Eventually the two boys emerged into an irrigation ditch, made to keep any flood waters from drowning the city . . . carved out of cement and a small trickle of a river at the bottom, signifying its use . . .
Collapsing on his back onto the hard, cracked tiles, arms and legs spread out as he gasped without restraint, short red hair a slight cushion against the cool, flat cement and slate, Kurama sucked in lungful after lungful of air, eyes closed as he continued to breathe hard . . . his slightly taller friend was bent over, hands on his knees, a little ways ahead, and working on bringing more blessed oxygen into HIS lungs, as well.
Finally, the redhead rose, pushing himself up on his elbows, looking and finding his friend sitting, slightly elevated, on top of a trash can directly to his right. The darker boy cocked a half-smirk, tilting his head to the side to match the smug emotion reflecting in those dark orbs.
"That was a good race, Kura. You almost got me that time." The redhead dead-panned . . . resulting in a self-satisfied chuckle from the other . . . before putting his hands behind his head in blatant disregard of the mockery, closing his eyes, and lying back once again. . . the sun-warmed cement gave off a pleasant hum beneath the bare skin of his legs and arms . . . as the light quality of the dark boy's—(though a bit condescending)—laughter that played softly through the air . . .
(::end memory::)
The redhead sighed again . . . as was apparently his habit whenever he thought of those old times . . . and old friends . . .
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Barely conscious, the teen stumbled into his home, slipping off his shoes wearily, and dragging the bag by its thick rope-cord along the polished wood floor . . . drearily ascending the stairs to his room, Kurama slid open his door, dropping the troublesome khaki sack on the floor and stumbling over to his bed, falling gratefully forward onto the familiar sheets, legs and arms spread out, taking up nearly the entire bed, though he was lying somewhat diagonally . . .
Briefly, as his mind slipped away, his eyes not able to keep from drifting shut, Shuichi was VERY thankful for the soft, comfortable western mattress . . .
—though . . . he wondered momentarily, just before giving way to the darkness . . .
. . . why did kaasan insist on getting a bed this large . . . ?
—even as a teen, he wasn't like that . . .
Then, all conscious thought faded, and he sighed as he felt himself give way to his exhaustion, burrowing further into the clean covers beneath him . . .
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Shiori was late arriving home that night.
' 7: 41 ' ( . . . if you wished to be precise . . . )
Positively beaming, the middle-aged woman inserted the key into the lock, turned it, then walked into her home and left her shoes at the door, as always; mentally noting that her son's lay there, as well . . . cocking an eyebrow at the oddly messy way he had left them, she good-naturedly lined them up neatly with her own, then stood and called out to the silent house.
"Shu-kun! Tadaima!"
Upon receiving no answer . . . the woman shook her head, deciding to check his room . . . he was likely reading, and hadn't heard her . . . a soft smile crossed her lips at the thought of her son 'expanding his mind', unlike so many other teens who made poor decisions . . .
Oh! . . . but they were to be pitied! she chided herself . . . who was she to judge them? . . . most likely their parents hadn't been responsible . . . it was no fault of the child's . . . she assured herself . . . smile once again in place, she padded softly up the stairs, one hand resting lightly on the rail . . . but her mind returned, for some reason, to this . . .
Shu-kun . . . he would make the right choice . . . finally reaching the top, and opening his door a crack—(with both hands on the edge of the smooth wood)—the already-warm smile grew to include quiet contentment at the sight of her mature, teen-aged son spread out on the mattress . . .
. . . he looks like he did back then . . . . . . . when he's asleep . . . shaking her head, and closing the door quietly, Shiori quietly descended the stairs, intending to start baking, reassuring herself with one final, firm notion before beginning to take out the ingredients for a simple meal.
When it happens to him . . . I'm sure he'll pick someone just as kind and polite as he is . . .
She understood her son, perhaps better than he knew, as she began to make dinner . . .
. . . how would it work any other way?
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Concealed in the tree . . . the same tree that that redhead had stood underneath only last night . . . his back curled against the trunk, though his posture appeared unnaturally straight, right leg laid out on the sturdy branch, while the other was bent, his left forearm tensely resting on the corresponding knee.
D—n him . . .
Turning his thoughts around in justified annoyance—
He'd been sitting here for . . . rummaging around in his cloak, the dark, wiry-built teen brought the silvery object forth from some unnoticed pocket, narrowing his eyes at the silent answer . . .
' 9:03 '
. . . three hours.
Hn.
He stuffed the item back into the invisible spot it had come from . . . upon shifting, he felt the hard, thin line of the sword's hidden sheath press against him from behind . . . ch . . . the red orbs glinted darkly . . .
It was all pointless if you didn't keep to the rules, baka . . .
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Kurama stirred slowly, squinting his eyes as they gradually began to open, blinking and taking in the dark, blurry yet familiar, space that was his room . . .
. . . wait . . . . . DARK?!?
Sitting up . . . but regretting it a moment later when he was dizzy from the motion, the teen put a hand to his forehead until all faintness receded . . . hurriedly glancing to his clock on the wall, the redhead's eyes widened.
A—no . . .
' 9:56 ' . . .
Ah . . .
. . . a six-hour nap . . . that's never . . . good . . .
Taking a moment to calm himself, by closing his deep emeralds and inhaling deeply . . .
Kurama THEN proceeded to panic.
(—which, of course—(considering him)—was still relatively calm . . . ( -.-; ) )
Quickly making his way down the stairs, and passing briefly through the immaculate kitchen, he noticed a small note on the round, wooden table in the center . . . obviously from his mother.
Reading it quickly, not bothering to pick it up, but scanning down the characters . . . it seemed dinner had been made, was in the refrigerator, and could be reheated . . .
How interesting . . . he'd have to thank her in the morning . . .
But as for now, he was rather late—!
Walking briskly into the hall, and swiftly donning his shoes, Kurama left the house . . . locking the door on his way out.
With a final glance back, the wind brushing some strands of crimson fire away from his face, he briefly regretted not telling Shiori he was leaving for the moment . . . but knew that she was likely asleep by now . . . (—by ten her light was usually off—) . . .
Facing the street again, the twin jades were caught by the moonlight, tainting them a more shadowed and intimidating shade than their usual bright sparkle . . .
. . . then he was running . . . taking fast, elegant strides in a consistently hurried rhythm . . . barely touching the ground . . . the only hint of his passage being a rapid stream of quiet 'tap's . . . and the white tee shirt, fabric flowing out behind him along with the graceful billowing of his thick, fiery mane . . . the thin but muscular arms shifting in correspondence with the continuous motion of his lower body . . .
—as he raced off into the night.
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Truth be told, he actually made it to the park in a very short amount of time.
Well . . . considering . . . that he had LIVED in this suburban district for most of his life, and therefore knew—(even in the dark)—that the park was only a few blocks away . . .
Panting a bit under his breath, his fit form able to hide its need for oxygen rather well, Kurama's green eyes swept over the well-kept lawns . . .
Coming to a halt under one thick evergreen, the boy leaned against the trunk, lifting his left wrist up, parallel to his face, to check his watch . . . and the light from the street caught it, glinting over the glass surface . . .
' 10:14 '
ah . . . well . . .
At least he didn't seem to be here yet . . .
With a sigh, the redhead leaned against the sturdy bark, closing those deep emerald orbs and tilting his head back . . . taking a deep breath, he found himself inhaling the sweet, dewy scents of the nature surrounding him . . . and the pleasant aroma that signified nightfall . . . a smile crept onto his face . . .
How peaceful . . .
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As for 'him', he wasn't quite sure what to make of it . . .
When the redhead had first appeared at the entrance to the garden, he'd tensed, ready for any movement, expecting those crisp, sharp eyes to catch his hidden form in a moment . . . but then . . .
( . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . what was he doing? )
Intense garnet orbs, the curious question shaded by his usual glare, took in the tranquil face below him . . .
A soft smile was on the taller teen's face, obviously unaware of the 'spy' in the tree above . . .
Wicked intent crossed onto his face, as he continued to gaze down at the oblivious teen.
Hn.
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Green eyes snapped open at the almost inaudible sound of rustling fabric, naturally—(from their previous position)—staring right up into the leaves . . .
Where two malicious red orbs glinted back at him.
His eyes widened for an instant in realization, and Kurama swiftly pushed himself away from the trunk of the tree, then hearing the swift, light 'thump' of someone landing deftly on the soft ground but a few instants later . . . as he somehow remained on his feet, stopping a meter or so away on the moistened grass. As he turned, the crimson locks settled lazily behind him, and he took in the teen kneeling on the grass, clad in what could barely be seen by the dim light of the street lamp . . .
The left knee was bent . . . whilst the other rested on the ground, on the side facing the tree . . . the dark head was bowed, face completely hidden by shadows and night . . . and . . . clutched with both hands, the edge of the hilt level with his face . . .
Was a katana.
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MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
extra-long chappie!!
feel special!!
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( . . . even if it DID have a large mixture of filler and ended in a cliffhanger Oo;;;)
lol, sugoi!!!
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FINALLY!!!
but I don't think there will be any more fillers for a while, minna-san!!
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soon my sad semblance of a plot will reveal itself!!
until next time, minna-san!!
hoped you liked the extra-long chappie-Kurama-and-Hiei-ness!!
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Jaa!
- Kita-chan ( n.n;; )
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Arigatou gozaimushta . . .
Queen of the Paperclips (HUGGLES!!!!! n..n YOUR WELCOME (for the plushies . . . ) and THANK YOU!! lol, yea, Youko IS kinda tall and Hi-kun's . . . short. X.x;; no getting around it, Paperclip-chan! n.n;; eheh . . . . . . . shimatta, I think he heard that . . . (::Hiei, in the distance:: NOW YOU DIE, ONNA!!!) n.n;; aw, crud . . . WELL, liked your review, and nope, you didn't hurt my feelings (::peace sign! n.n ::) . . . lol, liked the Einstein quote . . . eheh . . . n.n;;;; too true, too true . . . ::shrugs:: gomen, I'm actually kinda sane today ::audible gasp from everyone present -.-;;; :: so I can't go all insane and hyper on you . . . -.-;; sigh . . . ANYWAY, thanks for the review, and I appreciated your honesty!! n.n it's good to get criticism . . . otherwise I may become very arrogant and egotistical thus end up being intensely aggravating X.x;; . . . LOL!!! n.n;;; so thanks, Paperclip-chan!! arigatou!! :3 )
Volpe Di Spirito (::smirks:: sure, sure, he won't want you dead, Volpe-chan . . . now what did you want carve don your tombstone? Kurama and Hiei forever? ok, got it . . . ah, yes, and about your will . . . CAN I HAVE YOUR PLUSHIES?!?!? TT.TT I have none u.u;; . . . never actually even SEEN one (in real life), eheh!!!! n.n;; lol, I'm so pathetic -.-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; . . . n.n!! so ANYWAY, hurry up with that one-shot!! :3 good luck, Volpe-chan!! I'll be watching for an update from you!! . . . and thanks for the review, chica!!! n.n doumo!)
What2callmyself (OH!! ;.; . . . lol, yea, Kuwa IS sorta . . . gone. n.n;; LOL, I didn't even realize I was doing that until you pointed it out, eheh!!! n.n;; . . . it's not purposeful . . . u.u;; (seriously, it's not, which is the aggravating part for ME . . . -.-;; grr . . . need to include ALL the characters . . . Botan hasn't even shown her face since chapter three . . . X.x!!! ACK!!!!!!!!! .;; . . . BUT in any case, thanks for the review! I know the last chappie wasn't the best (u.u;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;) but I appreciate your commenting on it all the same!! n.n doumo arigatou gozaimasu, What2-chan!! thanks! :3 )
shadow priestess (::bounces up and down as well:: REALLY?!?! SWEET!! 1,000 reivew, chica! coolness . . . n.n! . . . ::nods:: yup yup, filler, sadly u.u;; . . . BUT HOPEFULLY NO MORE!! PERHAPS THIS STORY IS CURED!!! . . . ::crickets chirp:: . . . -.-;;; or maybe not T.T;; . . . LOL, well glad you gave me a comment, anyway! next chappie we get another fight scene! (but no more beatings Oo;; . . . ERG!! NOR FOR ME, EITHER (in 'Mobius'), KUDASAI!!! X..x;;;;;;;;;;) ::cheers:: YAY!!!!! . . . lol, wieder danke schoen, shadow-chan! n.n;; arigatou gozaimushta . . . n.n;;;; )
Kitsune Kit (NO!! ::whacks her on the head:: YOU CAN'T LIKE THE BAD THOUGHTS!! THEY'RE—(dramatic pause)—BAD!!!!!!!! . . . -.-;; ok, that was pointless ( n.n;;; ) . . . BUT I'm moving on, lol n.n;;;;; . . . ::pats her on the head:: all things will come in due time, Kit-chan n.n;; lol . . . if I have the patience to write it like this, you must find the strength within yourself to endure it, grasshopper . . . ::gong sounds, and she bows:: . . . n.n;; . . . LOL!! well, arigatou for the comments, Kit-chan!! thanks! :3 )
Fire chibi (eheh . . . ok, this is asking for a flame, ne? -.-;; sigh . . . BUT anyway, you sorta hurt my feelings when you said that thing about my author's notes . . . ::shrugs:: I appreciated your nice lil compliments, though. :3 honestly, I truly don't mean to offend, but . . . ::shrugs again:: if you don't like the review responses, you don't have to read 'em, Chibi-san!! n.n sumanai for MY comments, now, but I jus wanted to tell you where I stood . . . lol, ok, I'm done being 'deep' -.-;; . . . eheh, arigatou for reviewing, Fire chibi!)
Nite Nite (OO; . . . . . ::snaps fingers, and ice cream appears, successfully diverting Hiei's attention from Nite-chan . . . ::Hiei:: SWEET SNOW!!! ::races and embraces it, then begins to attack the carton, whilst Kurama is just standing there, gaping . . . Kita smiles evilly, the produces a net and throws it over the kitsune, running off into the distance as the hikoorime continues to devour his frozen snack n.n;;;; :: LOL!! see, you're not dead!! . . . jus alone with Hiei . . . ah . . . you might want to get out of there before Hiei's sweet snow is gone Oo;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; . . . LOL!!! and thanks for the random review, Nite-chan!! n..n ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU!!!! :3 )
Kooriya Yui (meh . . . masochism is in the eye of the one being beaten . . . Oo;; . . . err . . . thanks for the review. (n.n;;;; LOL!! DOUMO ARIGATOU, Yui-chan!! hope this chappie was slight better u.u;;; . . . ) )
Vampire Ifurita (oooooh!! NEW WORD!!! 'shruggles'!!! n.n I'm adding that to my dictionary, along with 'muggles', 'huggles', 'okidoken', and other random various words I've found along the way . . . and don't worry TOO much!! n.n Kurama and Hiei stuff is coming up in the next chapter!! arigatou for reviewing, Ita-chan ('cause that chapter wasn't all that great u.u;;;;) THANKS!! :3 . . . and continue with 'Caged' . . . maybe I'll check up on it before I post this chappie ::winks:: lol n.n;; . . . )
PV2 Day (YAY!! eheh, now I've got TWO people who have opposite views on my lil (incredibly long -.-;;) review responses!! n.n;; LOL!!! . . . ohh!! ::huggles!!:: sorry you had to go through that for high school u.u;; . . . glad it all worked out for you, though! n.n sweet-ness!! . . . heh, glad you 'smiled' at this chapter, 'cause a lot of people didn't like it too much . . . ::shrugs:: . . . meh. it's good to get criticism once in a while, you know? B-) . . . lol, copying your lil cool smiley and all, but . . . ::shrugs again:: if you don't like it you can admit me to the nearest insane asylym . . . though I can't guarantee that I'll update from in there!! ::snickers evilly . . . and is then hit over the head with Hiei's katana . . . :: X.X;;; oro . . . gomen . . . x.x;;;; . . . eheh, but thanks for the review!! n.n I always like getting comments from you, 'cause you're older and still interested in anime!! ::shrugs for the third time in this response:: . . . gotta love how anime brings people of different ages together, ne, chica? n.n lol, but arigatou gozaimushta, Day-san!! thankies!! :3 (ah, yes, and I did get your e-mail . . . will respond to it when I get time . . . what with school, life and writing; you know how it can get -.-;;;; sigh . . . ) )
Squal D. Zolo (Inari!! THANK YOU!!! n.n;; lol, I liked your exclamation points . . . enthusiasm is always good, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . so THANKIES!!! eheh, lucky for you I ended up posting a new chappie the day after you reivewed, ne? n.n;; lucky, lucky . . . lol, well, thanks for the review, Zolo-san!! n.n arigatou!)
Sate (ACK!! it's ok!!! n.n;; as long as you're reading, it's cool, Sate-chan. n..n and thanks for finding the time to send me a lil comment, anyway! (but don't get kicked off the comp. 'cause of reading!! n.n;; eh, don't worry about it too much, now that I know the VERY VALID AND UNDERSTANDABLE reason . . . ::shrugs:: n.n;;;;;;) THANKIES, chica!! n..n )
WHEW!!!
::drops off her chair in a dead faint::
ok, now I can post . . . ugh . . . my hands . . . so cold . . .
Put this way; I live in Pennsylvania, where it is very cold this time of year.
The window next to my computer is drafty.
It also rained today.
:: . . . shiver . . . ::
( and although there is a heating vent right UNDER the window, it doesn't work ( -.-;;;;; ) . . . )
grrr . . . but I'll shut up now, minna-san!!
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eheh . . . and ah, yes!!
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thanks for the mixed reviews!!
lol, I'm glad you guys were honest with me about what you thought of the last chapter!!
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arigatou gozaimushta, everyone!!
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Peace out!