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
Bibliography:
The source where I got the information about the history of Mount Kurama can be found on these two websites; I did NOT (by some amazing chance) just happen to know all this cool Japanese stuff ( :3 ) . . . though I DID 'tweak' it a bit in places with the 'journal quote' and the description of the horse and all . . . eheh n.n;;;
(btw, replace the FULLY CAPITOLIZED words with the actual punctuation mark, please n.n;; )
http COLON SLASH SLASH www DOT travellady DOT com SLASH Issues SLASH Issue56 SLASH kurama DOT htm
http COLON SLASH SLASH www DOT lifeforces DOT org DOT reiki BOTTOM HORIZONTAL SLASH history DOT html
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).
(PPS: . . . hey, I just realized I updated chapter fourteen on November fourteenth . . . X.x;; oddness . . . )
WAI!!!!
please don't beat me in my sleep with purple polka-dotted froggies and then freeze me to death with your all-mighty climate control, everyone!
X.x;;;;
I know its been two weeks since I last updated . . . mou . . . u.u;;
my kaasan sorta went nuclear on me 'cause I was on the computer so much . . .
(long story short: she took the mouse away last Sunday and I didn't (still don't) know how to work the computer with just the keyboard ;.; sigh u.u;; . . . and I usually write the new chappies on Sundays . . . mouuuuuuuuuu . . . )
so that's my lil explanation . . . I really threw a hissy fit about it, too . . . so this whole 'inner peace' thing I've had going was thrown off—(which is why I didn't update this past week, despite actually having the TIME to for once x.x;;; )—gomen ne, minna-san u.u... . . . sigh . . .
::shrugs::
BUT now that that's over with, on with the chappie!
::goes into an insane happy dance at being able to write a new chappie for everyone!::
-n . . . . n-
lol!! n.n;;
Thankies are at the end . . .
(::snickers:: . . . muahahaha . . . this chapter is EVIL INCARNATE :3 . . . yay! -n.n- )
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Tuesday morning
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. . . beforehand . . .
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But he could see those jade orbs flicker back to him, and winked saucily at the teen, grinning smugly . . . finally satisfied when a barely discernable tinge of pink dusted the creamy skin . . .
He chuckled as the boy, without another word, dove whole-heartedly into the highly interesting act of taking notes . . . while Toujin continued to relax, staring out the window past the fire-red locks of hair and into the tree lined front courtyard of the academy . . .
Mnm . . . this was going to be an interesting year . . .
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Chapter Fourteen
Dominance
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Tuesday, midday
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Ah, lunch.
Quite a relaxing time for the hardworking students of Meiou High . . .
( . . . mostly . . . )
Pointedly ignoring—(at least in the beginning)—the less-than innocent gaze meticulously surveying him, Shuichi was very interested in his book, waiting—(on a now unconscious level)—until those golden eyes at last looked away, to retrieve his lunch from under the desk.
The rest of the class had already started, purposefully avoiding two certain seats in the back row . . .
Not that Shuichi was the reason—(OH, no)—
It was simply because of the fact that the girls did not wish for those sly yellow eyes to focus on them . . . from what they'd heard from Toumo-chan, at least . . . the poor girl, blushing sharply as she finally admitted what the new boy had said that had made her act so flustered . . .
Earning him sharp, disapproving glares—(or calculating, pensive glances)—from the other schoolgirls sitting around; dressed primly in their red suit-skirts.
So they kept their distance; not wanting to anger the odd youth by disturbing the object of his attention . . . quickly averting their wandering eyes and returning to speak of other things . . .
Netsuki seemed . . . dangerous . . .
. . . which had a WIDE range of differing . . . opinions . . .
( . . . in THEIR minds, at least . . . )
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Toujin's lips twitched in a shadow of a smile.
Calm gold eyes absently traveled over the redhead's fair, concentrated reading face, taking in every detail and committing it to memory.
Hn-hmn, very attractive . . .
A sly look at last spilled onto his face as he leaned over, his unusually tall form gracefully moving so as to read over the redhead's shoulder from his new position angled behind . . .
—this youko, well-known to storytellers and historians alike, has somehow weaseled his way into history . . . the famous 'Mount Kurama' (located in northern Kyoto) which has drawn many visitors due to its religious significance to the origin of Reiki and a sacred site for Buddhists—
Carefully, Toujin shifted a bit more—(but without a sound to betray him)—leaning forward, his elegant left hand now coming to rest carefully on the back of the redhead's chair . . . mindful not to touch the crimson locks and disturb the oblivious reader . . .
—the white horse that guided Gantei (a student of the high priest Ganjin in 770 A.D.E.) to the summit; where he was afterward inspired to build the Kurama-dera (temple); was said to be strangely mythical, an animal that continuously hid from him, one he described as "peculiarly evasive for such a genial species" and "possessed curiously soundless footfalls, along with a gleaming white coat that seemed to present a silvery luster at times— "
Completely caught up in the book, the redhead didn't notice as the tall student in back of him came closer, so as to better identify the characters retelling the story of long ago . . . ( . . . the oblivious Shuichi didn't catch the soft, wry smile that was winding its way onto the elder teen's face, either . . . )
—legends also tell of a mythical spirit said to dwell atop the mountain; claiming supernatural powers, a quirky streak of humor, and exceptional fighting skills. The white-haired King of these spirits (or the Tengu), called Sojobo, was also rumored to have taught Minamoto Yoshitsune (a hero of the twelfth century) in battle strategy, martial arts, and swordsmanship.
Whether or not this is a descendent of the legendary Youko Kurama, we, without further proof, cannot say—
" . . . an interesting book . . . " he murmured quietly in Shuichi's ear, amusedly aware of the teen beneath tensing in surprise—(at his mind finally returning to current times and registering the other's presence)—even though pale yellow eyes simply slipped shut in response . . . the taller youth moved his face closer, now only a breath away from unblemished skin . . . "—have you a weakness . . . for youko . . .?"
The interrupted scholar didn't even turn around . . . but—not a moment later—a calm, cold voice filtered up from behind those red locks of hair shading his pretty eyes from view . . .
"I do not wish for your company, Netsuki-kun. Please leave." he stated, the melodic alto quiet and stoic—accentuating the honorific 'kun' with a slight edge . . . Toujin chuckled, ignoring the 'request,' and instead moved ahead even more, one silver forelock appearing in the redhead's peripheral vision now, astride of his face . . . the teen's warm breath just centimeters away from one soft cheek . . .
"Iie, I don't think so . . . . . . what was your name? I don't believe I caught it, friend . . . "Toujin returned, the devious smirk on his face reflecting deeply in the smooth tone. The redhead stiffened further, finally turning his head ever so slightly, jade eyes narrowed as he found glinting golden ones close enough to count the different angles of light shining off of their surfaces . . . a sleek, small mouth—currently quirked up in a half-grin of triumph (at having him reach the point where he could no longer ignore the irritating silver teen)—far too close to his own . . .
Unfazed, he continued to glare steadily into the other's eyes, his jade orbs taking on a warning tint.
"—Kurama." Those too-near eyes widened in the slightest, but then . . . a small chuckle escaped the elder. Oddly enough, Toujin drew back, placing one hand loosely on his hip—faintly muscular shoulders following the relaxed movement with ease—now half-smiling down at him, no hint of dark mirth resting in the saffron depths . . .
"Is that so." Smirking in bemusement, he shook his head, and the youth indicated himself with one elegant wave of his hand.
"—rhen you should call me Youko." he said, pure and undisguised merriment ringing behind his keen eyes . . . Kurama cocked one thin eyebrow at him, but the youth continued to laugh quietly, shaking his head . . .
". . . some friends of mine back in Osaka used to call me that . . . "
Fleetingly, Kurama thought of his past, but brushed it aside . . . Youko grinned, a tinge of narcissism found in his countenance when he glanced to the side, fingering the silver locks resting on his shoulder before returning that gaze down to Kurama.
" . . . said I looked like him . . . "
Albeit reluctantly, a small, twitching smile found its way onto the redhead's face, soon followed by pleasant silence as he laughed inside, bowing his head so as to keep the other from seeing the resolve melt a bit from within his once-icy green depths . . .
Really . . .
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Tuesday afternoon
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The bell rang; freeing them.
Teens of both genders, clad in grey and white sailor suit-skirts—(or black pants-uniforms)—spilled out into the simple front courtyard of the high school . . .
Well, all but a few . . .
The delinquents hung back from the mob rushing out—perhaps showing they didn't give a d—n about the school and its schedule . . .
Strutting down the less-crowded hallway towards the entrance, a short, dark youth bumped into someone far taller than he . . . the dull, bored red gaze sparking into a dangerous glare in an instant, he turned his glare towards the teen . . . and, upon recognizing the offender, curled his lip in distaste before offering a word of advice—
"Watch where you're going, kisama!!" he spat, eyeing the tall boy as the deep purple eyes settled down on him . . . from behind long strands of thin ebony draped messily over his face, the fine hair moving with the slightest bit of wind. A detached voice drifted down to him as the youth's eyes and mind had wandered elsewhere—namely, the doors at the end of the hall, leading to freedom . . .
( . . . and . . . )
"Gomen ne, I didn't see you down there, Imouta-kun." The tall boy remarked, voice distant—and not fully taking into account the possible repercussions of his next statement . . . "You're so short, I didn't realize—"
"Nani!" Hiei growled, reaching up to forcefully grab the collar of the other's uniform jacket, bringing him down to eye level in an instant's time . . . the fiery crimson eyes burning into cool, deep pools of violet . . . "—say that again—" Hiei hissed, refusing to blink, and not relinquishing the eyes of his opponent. The boy seemed to return to the present at the rough physical contact; and his gaze took in the sparking garnets across from him unwaveringly.
"A bit testy today, ne, Imouta-kun?" his face moved closer—(voluntarily, on his part)—the lean youth's voice turning to whispered ice even as a shade of intense red floated over his dark pupils, his small tongue flicking out to dust off his lips before he spoke, scarcely a few inches away from the other . . . "If you do not release your grip, I'm afraid it may become too much for me to resist—"Hiei snorted, getting the all-too-obvious hint, and thrust his hand to the side, letting the garment fly free, the taller pulled along with it—
The spiky-haired youth gazed down with disdain at the teen inadvertently flung against the lockers . . . then hned non-commitingly and turned away, heading out the open doors of the school.
The abused boy lifted his head when he knew the shorter was gone, an eerie reddish tint still reflecting in his eyes from under that dark curtain of hair . . . the previous incident forgotten in less than a moment, as his mind returned . . .
. . . today . . .
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Walking down the streets with even, paced steps, the tall, nimble teen strolled across the cement, eventually to the other end of the city . . . and, not ashamed of his poverty—(even though he lived in the slums of Tokyo with only his older sister)—he went the short way . . . through the mansions.
Crossing through the neighborhood was easy enough, despite the curious gazes from residents of the area—who took one look at him and then returned to their work, able to tell that he was merely passing through . . .
Coming to the first city block, he saw a red-clad girl strolling softly towards him from up ahead, her brown bag thumping brightly against the front folds of her crimson skirt. As they neared, he smiled simply at her—(reflecting his inner mood)—the corners of his lips turning upwards in the slightest . . . she returned the kind look after a moment of gentle hesitation, her red orbs disappearing into warm half-moons as she passed him by with a pleasant nod . . . the girl's well-groomed, sea-green hair bouncing a bit over petite shoulders as she continued down along the street he had just walked . . .
The teen smirked slightly to himself after she had passed, inwardly glad the girl hadn't become nervous or starry-eyed—(he was known quite well at school—among the female half, at least—for his looks; being poetically dark, quiet and handsome)—and his female classmates were all so shallow; flirting shamelessly, always seeking for a chance to pet the long, ebony strands or gain a rare smile from him . . . his smirk grew wider, and he shook his head . . . the long, delicate tresses rippling out in waves with the change in wind . . .
If only they knew.
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Leaning under the shadow of a tree—(near the outer wall so as to remain hidden)—deep purple eyes were trained intently on the entrance, waiting . . . hoping that he hadn't missed him . . .
There was a large crowd of girls at the tree directly in the path of the doors, and the ebony teen cocked one long, thin black brow in wonder and no small amount of amusement.
At last the doors opened, revealing a rather attractive pair . . . both with long, lovely hair—one a crimson mane, the other full strands of silver . . .
The redhead sweatdropped at the sight of the mob of girls. The taller of the two—(taking into account that the jade-eyed teen was quite tall himself)—murmured something to him, and Shuichi looked immediately to his companion in astonishment. The youth nodded in confirmation, then turned to the girls fluttering around—(before his 'friend' could say a word)—who were currently whispering in anxious voices. The boy with gold eyes smiled—though his gaze was tinted with a shadowed intent—and walked calmly over to some random girl, bending to lock her eyes with his and speaking in low, undoubtedly charming tones . . .
The spy under the tree had to hold back a dark chuckle when she nodded excitedly, absolutely beaming . . . the silver-haired boy straightened, then changed admirers, now talking to a primpy blonde, thin as a doorstop and looking quite starved, indeed. She batted her fake eyelashes flirtingly, and the teen concealed by plant life's shadow felt his stomach turn at the sight . . . he looked away; then noting with some surprise as he caught a flicker of crimson locks disappearing behind the building . . .
He cast a hurried glance back to the school—only the girls and their insincere flatterer remained. Feeling his stomach jump, he quickly followed the redheaded youth, through the back streets and over walls . . . eventually, though, they came to a halt—the redhead staring up to the sky—at the edge of some narrow alley. . . and now the dark, fine-haired teen came softly up behind the other . . . taking this rare chance to . . .
" . . . Shuichi-chan . . . "he murmured tenderly, reaching out and touching the other boy's left shoulder lightly, feeling the silky fire-strands resting there for a moment—before the red-haired youth whirled around, his jade eyes already widening in surprise . . .
" . . . Shuichi . . . "The green orbs tilted upwards as the lean youth stepped closer . . . violet locking with them . . . the red brows narrowed in wary puzzlement—
"Who—" he was cut off before he could continue, as the other's mouth had sealed firmly onto his, the lean arms falling around him, pulling him close as those thin lips plundered the redhead's own . . . eyes unbelievably large, the teen tried to shove him off, pushing against the chest clothed in ebony . . .
(—that black uniform . . . )
"Mn!" Shuichi grunted, finally managing—(thankful for his years of training)—to free himself from the tall, thinner teen and thrusting the other away. Panting, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, in aversion to the action . . . thankful it hadn't gone any further than mere lip-to-lip contact—twin emeralds carefully watched his assailant . . . the vigilant gaze sharpened further to detect any sign of sudden movement . . .
The lean, ebony-haired boy took a step forward, and, involuntarily, Shuichi took one back.
He heard a chuckle, and the already-thin green orbs grew tenfold in intensity, a silent threat . . . one that the other paid no mind to . . .
A thin hand reached for him, but the redhead jerked back, unaware that the chain-link fence—the edge of the alley— was behind him, until he felt the dull braided metal press against the back of his uniform's shirt . . .
Again, he stepped forward, and Shuichi, with no other place to go, made a choice.
He sprinted, making to run around the other before he knew what was happening . . .
(—alas, but for the easy readability of the move . . . )
A brutally strong arm caught him straight in the gut, and Shuichi choked, falling to the ground, cradling his stomach and coughing. A black presence drifted over his shoulders as the other youth bent down to him, dark hair falling like a shroud, mixing with bright locks of fire . . . a cold hand wrapped around the front of his shoulders as the teen knelt down to him . . . whilst the other delved behind his neck, stroking the crimson strands feather-lightly and sending chills up the redhead's spine . . .
He shivered.
The other laughed quietly at the slight quake, not pausing in his unwelcome caress for even a moment, taking advantage of the pain still lingering from earlier and the arm draped across his torso . . .
". . . so beautiful . . . "he murmured in a soft undertone, his purple eyes closing as he leaned against the redhead's left side, arms tightening almost painfully, and whispering into his ear . . . " . . . Shuu-chan . . . "
At that, the odd, affectionate and familiar way in which he was addressing him finally registered and brought the redhead back from wherever his mind had been vacationing to . . .
"—KISAMA!! Get AWAY from me!!" Ignoring the sore ache in his stomach at the movement, Shuichi wrenched out of the other's grasp, pulling to the side and using a trash can at the wall closest to him—(on his left)—to force himself up, green eyes glaring chips of ice at the other. The ebony one remained on the ground, his arms now hanging limply by his sides, face cast down and eyes shadowed by fallen strands of black . . .
He then looked up, and Shuichi felt a cold wave of fear lap up at him . . .
"Shu-chan . . . is that anything to call someone who loves you as much as I?" he spoke slowly, rising to his feet, never moving those dark, purple orbs—now overly tinted with lucid vermillion—from watchful green ones . . . and he continued . . .
"Shu-chan, Shu-chan . . . "He shook his head, sending the thin, messy locks dangling over his face into the wind, until they settled down once again and he was staring at the red-haired teen, unwaveringly . . . from between a few fine strands of black . . .
"You could at least call me by name . . . . . . Karasu . . . Karasu Ijiru . . . my itoushi—"
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::sighs dreamily::
if Karasu weren't so demented and evil, he'd be a bishonen!
-n . . . . n-
lol!!
eheh n.n;; . . .
::shrugs::
:3
and Youko's cool, ne?
lol, I like writing him . . . so much fun! -n.n-
as for clarification on that lil 'reference book' thing, the 'quotes' I put in about Youko Kurama—meaning the 'secretive nature' and 'silvery luster of the horse's coat'—don't exist, but the names and all the other facts are real . . . there IS a Mount Kurama (as well as a Mount Hiei) in Japan . . . cool coincidence, ne, minna?
. . . as for 'Minamoto', too?
A hero of the 12th century taught fighting by the Tengu?!
-n . . . . . n-
I guess we all know where Togashi got 'Minamino Shuichi's name from, right?
n.n;;;
lol, maybe not . . .
::shrugs again::
ANYWAY, gosh I liked this chapter . . . it gets cool again in the next one!
jus wait up, minna!
I'm aiming to update again next weekend!
::locks the door to the computer room so her mom can't steal the mouse again . . . eh . . . ::
n.n;;
lol, jaa, everyone!
- Kita-chan :3
PS
Arigatou . . .
Kitsune Kit (::beams, and tosses Kit-chan a 'shadowy figure' plushie of both Youko and Karasu:: -n.n- yay! you guessed it! . . . joy! . . . happiness! . . . rapture!! :3 lol, good job! anyway, well . . . as you probably saw in this chapter, Youko's going to be more of a 'friend' type of relationship . . . ::shrugs:: it's just his natural tendency to be all seductive and sensual, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . ::shrugs:: hope you liked the new chapter! thanks for the review! sorry for the wait u.u;; . . . )
Yaoi Addict (oh!! ::pats her on the head:: u.u;; . . . well, I hope you're no longer confused, either ;.; . . . sigh u.u;; . . . AND GIMMIE THAT COOKIE!! ::attacks!!:: -n.n- lol, j/k there, chica . . . and thanks for reviewing, Addict-san! (eheh n.n;; . . . that was a fun nickname to write . . . ::sweatdrops:: ) thanks again, and gomen for the late update! ( u.u; ) )
Kooriya Yui (aha! I think you're the second person to actually translate that . . . ::sweatdrops:: ah, me and my Japanese dictionary (all three of 'em X.x;;; ORO! x.x;; ) lol, I tend to obsess . . . ::shrugs:: ah, well . . . but it's all to the general good, ne? -n . . . n- (eheh . . . n.n;; ) thanks for the compliment, Yui-chan and for reviewing! sumanai for the late-ness this time u.u... . . . )
Queen of the Paperclips (YAY!! JOY!! ::throws Paperclip-chan a 'shadowy figure' plushie of both Youko and Karasu:: hope you like these, too! . . . wish I had real plushies, though ;.; never even seen one for real . . . sigh . . . I'm so deprived ;.;''' . . . ah, well x.x;; . . . LOL!! ::tight huggles!:: THANKS, chica!! -n . . . . . n- I've never written mystery before, so that lil comment you made meant a lot! thankies soo much!! -n . . . n- arigatou gozaimasu for that and for reviewing, Paperclip-chan! -n.n- . . . (I liked your quote, too . . . ::snickers:: . . . lol . . . thankies again, and sorry to keep you waiting so long! u.u;; . . . )
Vampire Ifurita (::biiiiig smile, then she flings 'shadowy figure' plushies of both Youko and Karasu at her:: YAY!! third person to guess so far! -n . . . n- joyness! -n.n- lol, isn't Youko fun, though? :3 I like writing him, Hiei and Karasu . . . ::snickers evilly:: they're so much fun! -n.n- interesting personalities, ne? n.n;; eheh . . . ah, yes, and as for the supposed 'YK' in there, did you mean 'Youko Kurama' or a pairing with 'Youko x Kurama'? no offense meant, I'm jus asking for clarification, Ita-chan! ::peace sign!:: :3 . . . ah, yes, and have you read 'Paradise 6', too? . . . a bit sad that it ended, but I liked how Nanase-san wrapped it up, since she wasn't going to write anymore . . . it was cool hearing her plan if she had continued it! -n.n- lol, thanks for the review, chica! gomen nasai for the incredible tardiness of updation u.u;; . . . )
Nite Nite (AW!!! a Hiei oreo!! n.n;; . . . (actually . . . that . . . would sort-of work . . . what with the black cloak, black hair, white highlights and white scarf . . . X.x;; wak!! ) lol, cool review, Nite-chan! sorry you had to wait so long . . . gwah . . . mothers . . . X.X;;;; ERK!! thanks for the fun comments, Nite-chanhope those two weeks was enough for you to get over your illy-ness, though! -n.n- )
PV2 Day (meh. don't worry about not reviewing for chapter twelve . . . after all, I missed updating last week, ne? eheh . . . sumanai u.u... . . . ANYWAY, too bad you didn't get to go as Hiei . . . THAT would have been fun ::laughs evilly:: imagine if HE heard that, oro . . . n.n;; . . . ::blinks:: aw, sweet! grim reaper attacks the military! –n . . . . . n- lol!!! n.n;; eheh . . . I'm glad you liked the tree part two chappie ago! -n . . . n- I went over that again and again to get it just right, you know? thankies! -n.n- glad it didn't seem TOO exaggerated; truth be told, I've never slipped on wet grass while wielding a katana and fighting Kurama x.x;; . . . probably a GOOD thing, ne? n.n;; otherwise I'd be admitted to the mental institution or something . . . ::mumbles incoherent insane words:: ;3 lol . . . and, as you probably know by now, yup-pers! -n.n- new student's Youko! -n.n- YAY! . . . yes, yes, the evil seductive youko is sooo much fun to write :3 yay for me! -n.n- truly enjoying myself out here in the backwoods of PA, Day-san! -n.n- . . . cool, a sword magazine! -n.n- I've always wanted to take some form of martial arts or something like that . . . ::shrugs:: a lil late, what with me graduating in less than two years and such (drat! ;.; ) . . . ah, well . . . maybe I'll take it in college or something . . . mmm . . . NAMING swords, you say . . . ? ::ponders:: hmm . . . I'll have to think on that one! -n.n- thankies for the 'useless fact', lol! :3 I appreciate it, chica! . . . Mn, I don't know what yours is from (sadly u.u;; ) . . . ::glances up at what she's just written!:: OO; GWAH!! GOMEN FOR THE LENGTH!! X.x;; oro . . . I need to finish these and update before tomorrow . . . again, thanks for the review, and sorry for the late-ness! u.u;; . . . )
What2callmyself (ah, it's ok! n.n;; lol, don't worry about it, but I'm glad you tried! -n . . . n- lol, evil computer problems, ne? I understand . . . mine's been slightly evil, too . . . eheh. n.n;;; it works, then freezes, then works, then freezes and I have to restart the program every few minutes . . . THANKFULLY that only happens when I'm using the program to make an anime video, but GOSH it's annoying! X.x;; ORO!! -.-'' sigh . . . oh! ::pats her on the head:: I hope the candy made you feel better, What2-chan! -n.n- . . . glad you liked the hot chocolate, though . . . n.n;; . . . sorry for the INSANELY LONG interval between updates this time, chica! ( u.u;; ) but thanks fr reviewing! :3 arigatou! )
shadow priestess (hai, hai, my grammar's bad . . . at least it got the main idea across . . . right? X.x;; oro . . . gomen ne, I jus wanted to try it . . . u.u;; sigh . . . ah, yes! I've read the new chapter of Mobious, too . . . cute Yukina thing you've got going on! n.n;; lol, Hiei slipped up on that one! :3 lol, if was fun to read, chica! . . . nooo! evil shadowy figures cannot die!! X.X;; I NEED THEM FOR THE PLOT!! NOOOOO!!!! ::gets konked over the head and falls unconscious:: x.x;; oro . . . es tut mir leid . . . for the tardiness of the update, shadow-chan x.x;; oro . . . suman ne ( -.n lol) )
Hiei's Gothic Angel (wai! feel better, chica! x.x;; I've been a bit under the weather this week . . . no fever, though! -n.n- yay! then I don't have to miss school and have to make it up and do test over and other such stressful things that come as a result of getting ill . . . ::shrugs:: :3 thanks for the review, though, Angel-chan! sorry for the late-ness u.u;; . . . (I'm also reading your fic about Hiei's 'suicidal tendencies' . . . cool so far, chica! I like the 'romantic tension' you're got going . . . hope it all turns out well, though . . . you can guess which pair I'm rooting for, ne? n.n;; lol . . . ) )
Dragonflyr (oh! you're reading this?! X.x;; wah! cooness! n.n;; lol, suman ne . . . ::winks:: hai, hai, two guesses right! :3 yay for you! lol, so many people have guessed it's him, it's sort sad on my part x.x;; grrah . . . X.X;; glad you're reading, though! I'm reading your, too . . . my reviewer is evil and I don't know how to stop the pop-up blocker that stops me from sending reviews ;.; . . . grr . . . wow, but thanks, Flyr-san! -n . . . n- considering your very creative Kurama Insert You, I feel very honored! -n.n- thankies for the cool review! sorry for the wait! ( u.u;; ) )
Sate (n.n;; lol, 'tis ok . . . I can't review much anymore, and What2-chan is having issues with it, as well . . . ::shrugs:: thanks for taking the time to leave me a comment (despite the evil consecutive coincidences of punishment and illness x.x;; oro . . . ) sorry for the tardiness, Sate-chan! u.u;; . . . )
YAY!!
UPDATE TIME!!
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Joy!
Rapture!
Killer Ojigi plants!!
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uh . . . . . . . . yea . . . . . . . . . riiiight . . . . bye now!
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lol, but seriously, trying reading the fic . . .
'The Walk to the Ring'
it's pretty high up on my favorite stories list ('cause it was recently published), it's about Kurama and Hiei (NOT a shonen ai) but funny as all –(whatever you want to call it! :3 )—lol!
honestly, it hilarious!
. . . something between the time Hiei woke up and when our two favorites demons appeared back in the arena to watch Yuusuke and Kuwabara's fights . . . it's about their walk back to the ring!
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lol, who would have guessed, ne? ( sigh -.-''' )
very funny . . . but I'm done now.
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update time, minna-san!
hope you found this chapter semi-okay, and that you may choose to leave a lil comment for me!
your support is very much appreciated; minna-san and silent readers alike!
lol!
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Peace out!
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