(alternate universe, shounen 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.
Shounen 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 and Karasu's school is Tatakoe High (the next step for students in Sarayashiki Junior High).
3- Kurama, Youko, Yukina and Botan's school is Meiou High. (Hiei, Kurama, Karasu, Yukina and Botan are all sixteen; Youko is seventeen).
AND I RETURN FROM THE DEAD ABYSS AGAIN! x.x;;; gah . . .
: shudders : High school eleventh grade . . . tests . . . massive amounts of homework, reading, and essays . . . PSSA preparation, getting mentally ready for the SATs, looking at colleges, Japanese grammar, verb conjugation, adjective and new kanji work, studying for the Wellness tests and the final that's this Monday, World Cultures memorization (mostly on what's been happening between Israel and Palestine for the past sixty or so years), the AP English reading (Of Mice and Men: essays on the book; also reading two dramas by a 'modern' American playwright of our choice; and in addition to THAT, working on a biography of the author, and a full-out research paper for the whole shebang, not to mention studying for the periodic vocabulary assessment that's every other Thursday n.n; ) . . . ah, yes, and let's not forget the AP test in early May!
—so . . . yeah. n.n;
Those are my excuses for the two-month installments between chapters, eheh! n.n;;;;;
: pauses in her rambling to fire Hiei and Kurama plushies out to YokoYoukai, Kooriya Yui, Kitsune Kit, Queen of the Paperclips, Dragonflyr, shadow priestess, Volpe Di Spirito, Yuro-Kage, Water's Shadow, kiarah, Bluespark, Nite Nite, ame-tennyo, canis lupis, Ryuuie Mizishi and Lachwen . . . and now promptly continues the inane babble :
Hmm . . . what else is there . . . oh, of course! n.n; I've been looking into starting kenjutsu or aikido (the trial 'viewing' of one of the sensei's lessons is a week from Monday; afternoon), possibly taking part in a band, hopefully finishing our service project so my partner can finally graduate by this May (she's a senior) and . . . reading fanfiction, watching out for any new Yuu Yuu Hakusho DVDs coming out (the new one's due seventeen days from now n . . . . n! )
Ah, yes!
By the way, I recently found (and read) two completely AWESOME fanfics(—and both Kurama x Hiei shounen ai, by the way . . . n.n )!
They're not on f a n f i c t i o n . n e t , so you have to go to the sites:
h t t p : w w w . s o l i t u d e o f a f a l l i n g s t a r . h p g . i g . c o m . b r / f a n f i c s / c h a p t e r e d / w h i t e b l i n d n e s s . h t m l
and
h t t p : w w w . s o l i t u d e o f a f a l l i n g s t a r . h p g . i g . c o m . b r / f a n f i c s / c h a p t e r e d / b e g i n n i n g . h t m l
They are sooo cool!
So much better than mine, and such fun to read!
'White Blindness' is so in-character, I could definitely see it being another saga in the series (if Kurama and Hiei were actually a couple . . . sigh . . . u.u; ).
'The Beginning' is a timeline of what happened way back around the three stolen artifacts of Reikai (involving the cursed sword, Ghost Slayer, Kurama and the sacrifice of the Mirror of Darkness, and Gouki and the-Orb-that-likes-to-suck-out-little-children's-souls); it more or less 'explains' how Kurama finagled Hiei's sentence so he wouldn't have to be in prison, and is basically their story of what happened during those six months when the detective was out training with Genkai.
These stories are very original, and I hope you find the time to read them.
Each is about fifteen chapters, and well worth the easy pace.
Also, you absolutely CANNOT finish them in one day. It took me about or over two, for each.
( n.n; )
Granted, it was during the week . . . but still . . .
: sigh : n . . . n
Anyway, if the two links above didn't show up, you can always search by Google, under the keywords 'Morgan D's Tiny Page of YYH fanfiction.'
Of the fics listed, 'White Blindess' is written by Mina Lightstar and 'The Beginning's author is Larissa.
There are many other nice little fics on Morgan D's page, but these are the best I've found.
n.n
And now that THAT's out and done with, on with the five or so pathetic pages of my insignificant AU's continuation!
Thankies are at the end.
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: waves n.n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; :
(xxxxxxx)
Tuesday, late afternoon(xxxxxxxxxxxxx)
. . . beforehand . . .
(xxxxxxx)
Hiei growled venom . . . and his eyes narrowed further, soundlessly demanding a justification for the other's sudden amusement. Jade eyes floated down to him, soft laughter still dancing in their depths . . .
The dark youth's attention was caught as the redhead spoke, a trace of over-cheerfulness reflecting in his voice, the bright green eyes sparkling.
"I see . . . so you're related to her, then?"
(xxxxxxx)
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Chapter Sixteen
Beauty(xxxxxxx)
Wide, wide WIDE garnets jerked abruptly to Kurama, and said redhead bit his thumb to suppress a chuckle at the rare sight.
—he did, however, allow a complacent tone to drip into his kind voice as he regained control of himself and took his thumb away, leaning his face innocently against the hand . . .
" . . . am I correct?" he asked mildly, an almost-unbearable smugness shining in the verdant eyes.
(xxxxxxx)
D—N HIM!
D—N that smug bas—rd!
That naïve, surprised look was blasted away in light of the small smirk dangerously working its way onto the redhead's confident visage . . . oh, how he wanted to punch that face, thus forcefully wiping that arrogant grin off those—
Ah, but for self-control, Hiei only allowed himself an unnoticeable breath—followed by a deadly glare and an icy—
"Hn."
(xxxxxxx)
Across town, a silver-haired teen, perhaps a year or so older than a very alike redhead, pushed the door to his apartment open. He and his companion came upon a slender, beautiful young lady in front of the mirror in the hall, bent over in a casually suggestive position that just happened to be at her chest-level . . . possibly applying her lipstick in the most sultry way it could be done . . . all of this, of course, was the mere by-product of her years at work . . .
Her clothing hung high and tight in a two-piece outfit, accenting her curves perfectly, the dark tube top tight across her chest, where a cut-out icon of a sleek fox-head, outlined in bright silver, had been made at precisely the center, a little low, as it allowed the crack between certain things to be seen . . . though not enough to be considered she wasn't covering herself properly . . . the stylish silver jacket, the sleeves cut off and hanging loosely at the shoulders fell lightly to accent the skin-tight ebony fabric of her shirt . . .
A bit of her sensuous lower abdomen was seen, and the long, flowing silver-white skirt sweeping under her belly button and over her ankles was almost acceptable . . . but for the long, open cuts that curved up to just under her waist, so when she moved, it was quite possible to catch a glimpse of the satin beneath . . . light black shoes completed the ensemble, pointed and comfortably high-heeled, the only conservative part of the outfit.
Bright, hauntingly innocent and yet corrupt silver eyes trained to the door upon its opening, and a low smirk danced across her face at the girl at his side, who had quickly blushed a dark shade of crimson at the sight, and was now looking away, embarrassed, at the floor . . .
The lady stood, her smug look traveling to her odd-colored eyes, as she changed to a smile, the elegantly long, silver locks reaching a bit past her waist, pulled back at the bottom of her neck with a simple black satin cord. She strode to the door, each step seeming to be premeditated, and calculated, to be alluring. Stopping in front of the boy, whose golden eyes had traveled down to her, eyes flicking over her once, before a smirk crept onto his face, as well, though more in routine amusement.
"Got work tonight, Mom?" She smiled again, lighter, this time, a deep contentment found in her fingers as they brushed the long, silvery bangs from her son's forehead.
"Hai, You-chan." Ever since his friends had started calling him 'Youko' . . . she found it quite amusing, and had taken it to an endearing nickname . . . in a school-girlish gesture, she smiled brightly, tilting her head, her eyes becoming innocent half-moons whilst the woman's fine silver bangs shifted at the movement, framing her face beautifully. "Got to go get the bread, ne?" After a moment she chuckled, and mask fell . . . once again leaving the experienced face of a thirty-three year-old mother who . . . 'worked' . . . for their living. With a light bow to his friend, she glided in an elegant pace out the door, and he shut it quietly, locking it behind her (knowing that she kept a key to the house on her, at all times) . . .
" . . . Netsuki-san . . . your mother . . ? . . ." Having momentarily forgotten the girl he had brought home, he smirked at the disbelieving and timid tone that broke the silence, turning slightly to look down at her with a hint of amusement from his profile view, pale gold eyes taking her in.
"Aa. Does she . . . not seem like one . . . ?" The girl's brown eyes widened, and she shook her head, far too quickly to successfully dispel the aura of nervousness surrounding her.
"Iie, iie, Netsuki-san! I only meant—" Her breath caught in her throat, as the taller youth leaned down, his gaze even with hers, golden eyes holding her captive as he moved his face slightly closer, the saffron depths darkening . . .
" . . . didn't you hear? I'm Youko . . . " Her eyes widened as he drew closer, their noses touching as his arms came around her, one enveloping her waist as the other dove behind her neck, stroking the skin softly and eliciting a shiver from the virgin teen . . . he moved forward slowly, taking her mouth with his, and her eyes slid shut as he delved deeply past her lips, and she weakly gave up any notions of resistance . . . not that she could find the will to resist, anyway. She whimpered something against him, and he drew back, arrogance quietly hidden in his manner, even as he spoke softly, resting his forehead on hers . . .
" . . . nani, Toumo-chan?" Her eyes opened, a bit hazy as she exhaled soft and quick, looking up to meet his gaze, her breaths cool and yet warm against his face . . .
" . . . Yo—Youko-kun . . . " He smiled, a hidden smirk behind it, one that the girl couldn't have seen, and picked her up. Startled, she clung to his neck, relaxing only slightly during the ride . . . he carried her down the hall to the bedroom at the end, opening the door with one hand as the girl's loose grip around his neck and his other arm kept her from falling. He went inside the dim room, cleverly coaxing her to release his neck, then laying her down on the bed . . .
Before going back to close the door.
(xxxxxxx)
" . . . would you like something warm to drink, perhaps?" the redhead asked mildly, rummaging quietly around in the wooden cupboards of the Minamino kitchen, his back to the guest, though he turned while asking the question, two simple hollow cylinders held in his delicate hands. The teen subject to the inquiry turned his head slightly, ruby eyes as narrow as they always were when they rose to meet with the calm and slightly expectant jade eyes of his host—
"Hn." Kurama resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and set the two cups on the counter, the kettle having just been set, the temperature of the water inside rising slowly, and they would have to wait until it boiled. The taller youth rummaged around some more, coming out with a box of something . . . he pulled out one packet, and began to set it back inside . . . the redhead looked over his shoulder as he slid the cardboard rectangle back into its spot.
"Anything in particular you'd like, Hiei?" Said teen with the cold garnet gaze that had been observing him 'hn'ed, turning his eyes away to a remote corner of the room . . . sighing, Kurama looked back into the cabinet, brows furrowing, as he searched for something the other might find acceptable . . .
Hiei, his scarlet irises having been averted away, didn't care to see what the other teen pulled out for him . . . hn. It's not like he'd drink it, anyway . . . leaning back into the chair and folding his arms over his chest, the dark teen closed his eyes after a moment, face angled downwards as he thought . . .
Hn. D—n pretty boy . . . he'd coaxed him inside, just like a clever, illusion-weaving . . . kitsune. He snorted, mentally, at the comparison; but allowed a moment to assent the fact to himself . . . yes, Kurama acted like a fox. Arrogant bas—rd that he was . . . opening one eye as he heard the chair across from him slide over the floor, he obviously concluded that the redhead was done with whatever it was he had been doing . . . upon realizing the other was gazing at him, he responded—by glaring.
Kurama sighed as he came back to himself, told quite overtly that he had been caught, unfolding his hands from where they had once provided a chin-rest . . . instead, he transferred them to rest lightly on his lap, unseen under the table, smiling across to his companion in a friendly way, even though the other, once again, had trained his red irises on the farthest corner of the room, away from the older teen.
"Ne, Hiei . . " The dark-haired one kept silent, showing barely that he was listening, and the redhead kept his tone light.
" . . . what is your relation to Niisa-san?" Garnet eyes shot to him in an instant.
"It doesn't concern you." was the sharp reply, that red gaze narrowing dangerously, to ward off any further questions . . . Kurama pressed onward, though, still lightly pursuing the subject.
" . . . quite close, I'd imagine? After all, you've both the same eye color . . . " Those crimson irises, nearly identical (in coloration, if nothing else) to the girl in question, narrowed further as the redhead finished his sentence.
"—It doesn't concern you." Kurama sighed, raising his hand from the table, and resting the side of his chin on it . . . the elegant fingers splayed softly over that cheek as he gazed at his companion absently, a bit puzzled as to how secretive a manner his guest exhibited . . .
" . . . I only wish to know, Hiei. My word would be not to tell, of course." He smiled at him, just a bit, the jade orbs tinted with some bit of truth and honesty. Hiei blinked, then narrowed his eyes again, flicking his head to the side, the gaze this time in the same direction as the redhead's verdant irises were—just now—intently and softly trained upon.
Hmm . . . this could take a while . . .
Kurama was about to comment again, when the kettle whistled in back of him, and so he got up, turning to the stove, unseeing as the crimson eyes came back to rest on his slender form, the deep scarlet locks brushing demurely over his slight-framed back . . .
Not quite realizing what he was doing, the red orbs trailed carefully over the other, observing him as the other moved about, the redhead's mind busied with the preparation of the 'somethings warm to drink' . . .
Hn. Baka . . .
And yet, as Kurama turned back around to face him, a cup in each hand, Hiei's eyes were again directed at that curious corner . . . the same one that seems to have indefinitely caught his attention, for some odd reason . . . shrugging a bit mentally, the redhead set his 'friend's beverage down in front of him, smiling slightly as one red eye traveled back to glance at him, the spiky-haired teen's head not moving an inch . . . Kurama shook his head, still with that slight smile traced on his lips, heading back to his own seat, placing his cup down in front of him and then proceeding to sit . . .
The elder teen entwined his fingers up to once again provide a rest for his face, the perfectly-contoured chin lying lightly on the slender digits . . . after a few minutes of a quiet stalemate, where neither spoke, yet nor did they break eye-contact . . . Kurama finally unhinged his hands and turned his gaze downwards, carefully taking hold of his tea, bringing the slightly-steaming liquid to his lips, sipping it quietly, as the jade orbs rose once again to observe his companion across the table, who had now begun to quietly scrutinize his own drink.
. . . it was unnatural.
The fluid was a dark, murky-brown color . . . like coffee, only . . . it didn't have the scent of it. Furrowing his brow in puzzlement, Hiei leaned forward, carefully taking the cup in one hand, being sure not to spill the still-hot drink, surveying it with a critical eye . . . he glanced up to Kurama, only noticing the amused gaze on him in this moment. Curiosity overtook his natural instinct to glare at the other, and so . . .
" . . . what is this." His host smiled, taking another sip of the steaming tea in his hands before answering, mirth twinkling lightly in the verdant gaze.
"Nothing detrimental . . . and it's likely you'll find it more appealing than water." It had been an instinct . . . the redhead himself wasn't sure how Hiei would react . . . after all, the dark youth had a penchant for being able to surprise people . . . even he, Kurama, could admit to that . . . so the elder merely smiled again, with a bit of gentle reassurance, to the other, the warm look confirming the fact he wasn't trying to poison the spiky-haired one . . . given the skeptical glare he was currently receiving.
The younger boy looked back at the murky puddle currently captured inside a thin sheet of . . . clay, he supposed . . . tch . . . he didn't really think Kurama would have tried it, but . . . hn.
Raising the glass to his lips, without any further hesitation (that now clearly conveyed that he wasn't afraid of the d—n stuff) . . . he took a large sip, and the red eyes went wide after a moment, as he then drew it away from his face, looking down at the remaining liquid with astonishment.
His red eyes lost themselves to recollection, staring deep into the chocolate depths . . .
In fact, the last time had been . . .
" . . . . . . . . " he muttered something, not meaning to, his voice just below a whisper . . .
Kurama's face became puzzled, wiped clean of the light laughter in his eyes at Hiei's original expression . . . what had changed?
Now the dark-haired one's eyes had dimmed, as he stared, downcast, into the cup of hot chocolate, garnet eyes far away in a lost memory . . . the redhead leaned forward, concern falling into his eyes at the sudden shift in the other's manner . . .
" . . Hiei . . ? . . . " Blank red eyes almost met his own green ones for a moment, but by the time the darker teen had looked up, they had sharpened, and he stood, tossing the glass to the floor, the colored ceramic shattering on impact and letting the liquid loose on the formerly clean tiles below . . . Kurama stood, the violent action unexpected . . . his eyes still confused and subconsciously thinking-
". . . Hiei?"
The other had just now turned away from him, in an instant . . . before then the front door was suddenly banged open, faster than Kurama could see . . and he was gone . . . the redhead ran after the younger teen, stopping at the threshold of the house, left to peer into the darkness, before he sighed, reluctantly giving up the pointless task of trying to locate a single shadow in the quickly-fading twilight . . .
(xxxxxxx)
As he gazed morosely up at the ceiling, Kurama's mind absolutely refused to shut off . . .
. . Hiei . . ..
He'd seen the look of complete and utter pleasant surprise on his . . . friend's? . . . face . . . before it faded to nothing . . . and then that usual anger. He sighed, closing his jade-colored eyes and finally allowing sleep to take him . . .
. . . what happened . . .
( : memory : )
With a cry, the boy sitting on the trash can leapt forward . . . he attempted to get his friend away from the center of the paved asphalt, the loud roar of the two engines resounding in both of their ears . . . with a last ounce of strength, he pushed the redhead over the curb, falling flat on his stomach at the exertion, and dark eyes widened as they looked up to see the death-cars only a few meters away by now.
The older boy's gaze went automatically to his companion . . . now the jade eyes came alive again, and the dark-haired boy nodded . . . dusky indigo irises soft and shimmering. Kurama cried out in realization, scrambling from his awkward position at being tossed over the side.
"NO—!"
At his shout, the left driver looked back at the road, and his eyes bulged out of his head.
"HOLY S—T!" He swerved, with the intent to avoid the kids, and whammed into the car astride of him. The other teen, not realizing the reason for this unexpected move, yelled loudly in response and banged him back, now driving the other up and off the side of the road; both cars shoulder-to-shoulder and sending sparks.
Kurama could see it; one car, it's left side riding up on the curb he had been pushed over . . . and the other, speeding straight towards—
Jade eyes slipped shut as the unavoidable impact came . . .
( : end memory : )
(xxxxxxx)
. . . meh.
More or less a filler chappie. n.n;;
Eh . . . honestly, I can't think of anything to say. ..;
. . . the whole hot chocolate scene was a tad odd . . . would any of you like to offer your thoughts on it? Since my ideas are coming like molasses, it's slightly annoying . . . for me as well, not just all of you, lol. n.n;;;;;;;
Eeto . . . gomen nasai for this taking so long . . . T.T
Review, kudasai . . . ?
Kita n.n;
PS
ありがとうございます . . . ( Arigatou gozaimasu . . . )
YokoYoukai ( : nod, grin : Ha. You had to wait, just like everyone else, this time: slight snicker : n.n;;; Seriously, though, I really appreciate your reviewing! n . . . n It's always fun when new people start to read . . . n.n Doumo! )
Kooriya Yui ( : is beaming : Yup! I know you updated a few days ago, but I haven't found time to read it yet . . . Xx; eheh . . . : shrug : n.n;;;; Thank you very much! I just hope I can live up to the expectations you guys have of me, now . . . gwah! x.x; I'll try . . . and doumo arigatou, again, Yui-chan! n.n Thanks! )
Kitsune Kit ( I'm working on the update-ness! Xx; erg . . . thanks for the review, Kit-chan! n.n; lol, doumo! n.n;;;;; )
Queen of the Paperclips ( lol! Your reviews are always so funny! n.n; Keeps me in stitches, that they do . . . gah! KENSHIN MOMENT! x.x;; oro . . . lol: huggles : n . . . n Thankies for the paragraph-review, Paperclip-chan! n . . . . . . . . n I haven't much more to say, and wish to update before midnight tonight, so I'll just give you my undying gratitude and thank you soo much!)
Dragonflyr ( Awww: huggles: n . . . . . . . . . n Thank you soooo much, Flyr-chan: HUGGLES: n.n : laughs : Yes, Karasu's story is rather . . . evil. n.n; But it works, ne? I have it all planned out, so eventually you'll be hearing about it . . . : snickers : But Youko's mom was so much fun to make up . . . I figure Youko has to inversely mirror Kurama, right? So . . . he lives alone, with his mom, who is the opposite of Shiori in all ways possible. n.n;; lol . . . again, thanks, Flyr-chan! n . . . . . n )
shadow priestess ( . . . . ugg . . . yes, I know. Xx; No more 'watashi' for Hiei. x.x;; I will use 'ore' or 'boku' or some such thing, from now on . . . gomen . . . my Japanese is still in the works, but I try . . . T.T sigh . . . well, thanks for the compliments, too, and I hope this chapter was acceptable, shadow-chan! n.n Arigatou, lol! n.n; )
Volpe Di Spirito ( . . . ah, yes, I actually read your fourth update for the neko fic . . . n.n; Eheh . . . I saw the update, but didn't register that the number '5' on the listings for the chapter showed that there was actually a new chapter. n.n; eheh . . . thankies for the compliments, Volpe-chan! Doumo arigatou gozaimasu! n . . . . n )
Yuro-Kage ( Heh, sure. n.n; Hiei and Yuusuke should be fighting again sometime before chapter twenty, if I'm lucky . . . I'll try to update more, I really will . . . but circumstances don't allow too much. n.n; Eheh . . . glad to see a new reader, though, Kage-san: huggles: n.n Thanks for the review! Arigatou gozaimasu! n . . . n )
Water's Shadow ( : smile: Thank you! I'm glad you decided to read this! it means a lot, Water-san. n . . . n lol, doumo! n.n )
kiarah ( . . . . eh . . . thank you. : nod, nod : For the correction, I mean. n.n; I try to have fun with foreign language stuff, so while it might be a blow to my ego (eh! n.n; ) I very much appreciate you telling me the correct way. : bows : n.n;; And thanks for the review, kiarah-san. : nod : Arigatou! n . . . n )
Bluespark ( Hey, thanks! Always glad to see a new reader! n.n And I'm very touched to find that you believe I keep them in character . . . : nod, smile : n . . . n I hope I can keep that up! Arigatou gozaimasu, Spark-san:3 )
Nite Nite ( lol! And on Kurama and Hiei's separate gravestones: Kurama: Died of a heart attack from being chased by a person constantly yelling 'Karasu!' . . . Hiei: Died of a fork in his Jagan. Xx; Heh! n.n;; Not really, but . . . thanks for the review. n.n;;;;;; lol, arigatou gozaimasu, Nite-chan! n.n; )
ame-tennyo ( lol: waves hands at supersonic speed, in return, at the welcomed new reader : n . . . . n Heh, thanks, Tennyo-san! n.n; lol, arigatou:3 )
canis lupis ( : nod : Yes, the amount of time it's taking to get to the mushy part is sort of frustrating in and of itself . . . x.x; erk . . . . another reason, in the beginning of each chapter, I've put 'Shounen ai (perhaps some yaoi) eventually.' . . . eheh. n.n;;; Ah, you must love that last little word . . . lol, sorry! n.n; It's just the way it's flowing out . . . : shrug : I want to cover everything before I move on too much, and that might be the reason for such a slow pace . . . n.n; Eheh, doumo! )
Ryuuie Mizishi ( : pounces : Wai! Ryuu-chan! n . . . . . . n I think I recognize your name . . . did you send me many music bunches of Yuu Yuu Hakusho songs through e-mail . . . ? . . . Xx; If not, sorry, my mistake! n.n;;;; Eheh . . . : shrug : Regardless, thank you for the many reviews (on my other fics, too! n . . . n Doumo arigatou gozaimasu! Glad you like my writing a bit! n.n )
Lachwen ( Ah! Thank you! Hope I kept him in character, enough! n.n Arigatou, Lachwen-san! )
Gah! Four minutes to update before it's April third and I'm late!
Thankies, minna-san and those silent readers, too!
(Ha! One minute to spare! It's 11:59 right now! n . . . n )
Peace out!
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