Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights, and I am not claiming to. The only thing I'm guilty of is of having an overactive imagination.
Warning: Minor swearing. Introduction of more characters. Oh, this takes place during a full school day, so there will be mentions of characters at one class, then appearing in another one a few paragraphs later. This might be confusing... Sorry about that. Consider every new paragraph a jump forward in time(usually by an hour), if that helps any.
A/N: This is the first chapter made while using schedules as reference! After this is posted, drop a line if you'd like to see the schedules that I currently have completed. ...And yes, Rune owns a truck. Do you know the rule of the truck? No? That's probably a good thing...:shifty eyes:
This chapter is basically a reminder that this IS a school fic. Because it's been a while since we've actually seen them at school... Haha, this should make up for it! Nice, long, totally pointless, traditional schoolfic chapter! Yeah! ...Okay, it isn't TOTALLY pointless... Just MOSTLY... nn; Hey, at least I updated:sweatdrop:
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"You need a lift after school?"
"Nah," Thats grinned, "Not unless you plan to wait around for me. I won't be let free until at least five. Damn dictators."
Rune sighed.
"You know, Thats, maybe you should consider purchasing a watch. It seems like most of the time you are simply late for class, not actively disobeying."
His friend's smile slid into an easy smirk.
"Thanks, but no thanks. Besides," he opened the door of Rune's secondhand truck, letting himself out, "It's not that bad being in detention. You get used to it after a while."
Blue eyes rolled to the matching sky, as the driver of the vehicle watched the other teenager yank his backpack out the door after him.
"Whatever you say. I take no responsibility for your citizenship grade."
The brown-haired boy laughed lightly, slamming the door behind him.
"I'll remember that. I won't blame you when I can't get into my college of choice," he snickered, tossing his bag onto his back and heading across campus to one of the large white complexes.
"Okay, math test," he shook his head, as if to clear the dust off the section of his mind containing the notes from his class, "I studied. Kinda."
He stopped by a bench, dropping his bag onto it and retrieving a beat up textbook from it's depths.
"Right, time for last minute cramming. At least I've got a break first two periods," he paused in his tracks.
"Man, that's right. I don't have classes 'til nine-thirty. What'm I doing at school at seven in the morning? I've got a whole two and a half hours to blow! This bites!" he loudly complained, slamming the book shut.
"Well, screw that, then. I'm not studying for two and a half hours. Snack bar, here I come!"
Thats suddenly lurched forward, finding himself half-tacked from behind.
"Hey!"
Kitchel bounced up next to him, carrying no bag, but simply a pair of still-white gym shoes.
"Two hours? God, you suck."
"Yeah," he grinned, "Why, you got class?"
"Not next period, but at eight-thirty," the girl wrinkled her face briefly in an expression of disgust, "P.E.. Hate that class."
"Really?" Thats asked as he started walking again, "I don't mind it. No thinking required."
"Yeah, I suppose," she said, quickening her pace to catch up, "Where're you going?"
"Snack bar. Coming with?"
She shook her head.
"Nah, I gotta get back to the locker rooms. I need to change. I just went to get my shoes."
She glanced down at the objects in question, then back up at her classmate.
"Are we still supposed to work after school today?"
"I think so," Thats said, shifting the weight of his bag from shoulder to shoulder, "Until next Thursday, I believe."
"Crap," she swore, "Ok, I'll see you then. No, before that. I've got tech and history with you today."
Thats nodded, glancing up at the clear sky then down at her again.
"Right."
"See you later," Kitchel started to turn, then stopped.
"Oh! And good luck on your math test!"
He gave her a questioning look, then remembered the book he was still carrying in his arms.
"Yeah," he found himself almost laughing, "Thanks."
:n:
Dropping her bag on the floor, the young sophomore knelt beside it, searching frantically through it's dirty green folds. She shivered slightly in the air-conditioned environment, pulling out books, folders, and a hard plastic pencil case before retrieving the item she was looking for.
She shrugged the thin white jacket on over her slim frame, looking up abruptly as footsteps heralded the arrival of another person into the changingroom-turned-classroom.
"Oh," her large hazel eyes danced over the blonde figure in the doorway, eyebrows quirking up into the pretense of a smirk.
"It's you."
She stood, shoving the side of her body into his as she pushed past him, out into the tiled hallway.
"If you see Sabel, tell him I'm looking for him."
Sending the older teenager a last taunting look, she walked off, light brown hair bouncing slightly with her jaunty steps.
Rune sighed in an irritated fashion, his face settling into a slight scowl.
"Hello to you too, Lim Kaana."
:n:
"Okay, so because the area of a circle is pi times r squared," Pyore hurriedly explained, scribbling the simple formula on a piece of scratch paper, you just subtract that from the area of a rectangle."
She looked up from her notes into the face of her friend.
"Get it?"
Zoma's face was a blank.
"No?" she sweatdropped, "C'mon, Zoma, we learned this last year! Here," holding the paper up to the wall of the building they were standing next to, she repeated her explanation, going into more detail about the individual steps.
"Do you get it now?"
"Kind of..." the boy said, still confused looking.
"But what if it's a three-dimensional-"
He was cut off by the ringing of a distant school bell.
"Yikes!" Pyore jumped, "I'm supposed to be at P.E.."
She handed him the sheet of paper and pencil.
"And you're supposed to be taking your test," she smiled at him.
"Oh, well, I'm sure you'll get it. Just remember that basic formula, okay?"
He nodded hesitantly, and she gave him a quick hug.
"You'll do fine. Stop worrying."
The boy flushed slightly, looking at his feet.
"I'm not."
Pyore laughed.
"Whatever. I've gotta go. See you at Social Studies," she said with a wave of her hand as she dashed off.
Zoma swallowed nervously, staring desperately at the paper and taking to his heels as well.
"Idon'tgetitIdon'tgetitIdon'tgetitAaaaaaaaagh!"
He stopped that train of thought as he skid to a stop outside his classroom door.
"Okay," he allowed, "Maybe I am worrying."
:n:
"Hey."
Thats turned around, bowl of rice still in hand.
"Huh?"
He found himself facing a familiar looking girl, probably in his grade, with long black hair, currently tied back and out of her face.
"You're Rath's friend, right?"
He grinned.
"Well, I wouldn't call myself his 'friend', but, yeah. I guess I am."
Thats looked at her again, something nagging at the corners of his mind.
"Hey... You're Cesia, right? You're that girl he tackled, right?"
When she flushed slightly then nodded, he grinned.
"Man, I half thought he was lying. Doesn't seem like Rath to even touch a girl, much less run her over." He glanced at the bunch of loose-leaf papers and bottle of orange juice in her arms, and gestured to the seat across from him.
"You want to sit?"
She nodded and sat down, spreading the papers out in front of her.
Thats glanced casually at one of them, spinning his cheap plastic fork between his fingers.
"Math notes?" she nodded, and he questioned again, "You got a test today, or something?"
"Yeah," Cesia sighed, halfheartedly glaring at the messy pencil scribbles in front of her.
"Right after this."
"Which math are you in?" Thats questioned, trying to keep the conversation going.
"BCP," she admitted embarrassedly.
"Really?" he looked interested, "Rath in your class?"
Cesia made a face, still looking down at the writing.
"Yes, unfortunately. Why?"
"No reason," the boy shrugged, "He just never mentioned that you were in his class. I would've expected him to say something."
"Huh?" she looked up for the first time, confusion in her deep eyes.
"Why?"
Thats grinned.
"Never mind. I've got a test today, too. Want help reviewing?"
A grateful expression fastened itself upon her face.
"God, please."
As he flipped the text book that had been resting on the chair next to him to the start of a long and boring looking chapter and started to dig around in his backpack for a pencil and paper, she spoke again.
"So how do you know Rath?"
"Hm?" he lifted his head from beneath the table, "Oh. We met in Junior High. Apparently he went to the same elementary school as Rune, so they already knew each other. I just happened to transfer into the right school and met them." He grinned, finally retrieving his school supplies. "And now we go here. Simple enough. Why'd you ask?"
She gave a casual shrug.
"No reason. I don't have any friends still from Junior school, though. Well, not any close ones," she said, apparently branching out the topic of discussion.
"Really?" he asked, rather distractedly, as he bent under the table, beginning another search through his bag.
Cesia nodded.
"Yeah. I met Tintlett in Freshman year- She was in my Study Hall and Biology class, and she introduced me to Kitchel."
"What!"
There was a loud thwack as Thats tried to quickly jerk upwards and his head collided with the underside of the lunch table.
Pulling back and straightening up successfully, he stared at her with dawning comprehension.
"That's how I know you! It's not because Rath was talking about you! It's because you're Kitchel's friend! I've seen you waiting for her outside of Tech. before!"
She raised a slender black eyebrow.
"Um. Right. I'm there a lot. Why didn't you recognize me?"
Thats seemed at a loss for a proper response to that question.
"I'm too busy cleaning up after class...?"
Cesia raised her other eyebrow in an expression of mock surprise.
"Don't tell me you're too busy watching other girls to pay attention to me?"
The junior across from her gave her an incredulous look.
"The hell?" his mouth twitched up into a teasing smirk.
"Nah. It's because my friend would kill me if I so much as looked your way. I don't have a death wish, you know."
"You don't have a death wish?"
"That's right," he grinned.
"So you won't look at me for fear of inciting your friend's wrath. And yet you asked me over to your table for a private study session."
It was Cesia's turn to giggle at his trapped look.
"I... Shit."
:n:
Sabel stretched, shoulder length hair newly cut and dyed green waving in the slight breeze as he wandered up to the school's drama building.
"It's a good day to be a Senior."
He was in an annoyingly superior mood, had been, ever since the start of the year and his new school schedule.
Good grades in previous years and the taking of courses during the summer months had allowed him to drop all of his least favorite classes. Indeed, he had managed to make it so that he was hardly taking any courses at all.
"What is my schedule for today," he mused out loud in an irritating singsong voice, "Oh, right. Break, French One, Chorale, four hour break, Music History."
Green eyes glazed over slightly.
"A very good day to be a Senior."
"If you're done gloating," a young female voice started behind him.
Sabel spun around, green eyes falling on a shorter figure.
"Why, Lim. I thought you had class."
She glared at the upperclassman, crossing her thin arms over her slender frame, still covered by her jacket.
"Don't call me that. And yes, I do. I needed to find you. So I left."
He raised a slender teasing eyebrow, one that caused her to roll her annoyed hazel eyes.
"I told them I was going to get a drink of water."
Lim Kaana crossed over the space between them, coming to a stop a mere foot away, hands on hips. She glared.
"Sabel, I want it back," her eyes narrowed further, "Now."
He waved her off, face set in a casual smile, but took a step backwards nevertheless.
"Don't get your panties in a knot. I'll give it to you."
"When." It wasn't so much a question as an order.
"Tomorrow." Sabel drew a rough cross over his heart. "I swear by all that is holy and fishy. I would have brought it today, Lim," he ignored her tensing at the forbidden name, "But I didn't think I would see you. Poor Freshie... You still have to take all the main courses..."
Sabel grinned teasingly at the shorter girl, then turned around to leave.
"I'll give it to you tomorrow. Why you want it, I'll never know." He smirked at the younger, slightly fuming student. "Until then, Lim."
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Shian scowled, dropping her backpack on the floor of the Orchestra room and collapsing in her assigned seat in the front row of the viola section.
"Who the hell wrote that test?" she exploded, opening her instument's case and slamming it's hinged cover on her bare legs. A rouge strand of electric blue hair fell into her eyes and she brushed it angrily out of her slightly flushed face.
"Don't ask me," Miyabi said, sitting to the left of her and opening her own case much more carefully than her friend.
"I think I failed."
"Oh, shut up," Shian irritably snapped, "You didn't fail. I'm the one who did bad. I didn't even finish the last page."
"Calm down, Shian," a third voice interjected, "You're always overreacting."
"You're not the one to speak, Hana-Kay," the blue haired Freshman replied, sending a withering look to her newly arrived friend.
Hanakusuku shook her head in an annoyed fashion, letting strands of wavy blonde hair brush against her fair skin.
"You're too high-strung."
"Me!" Shian looked insulted, "You're calling me high-strung? At least I don't freak out when I get nine points out of ten on a homework assignment, little miss perfect!"
"That's because you've never gotten higher than a seventy percent," Miyabi claimed, butting back into the conversation.
"Why you-"
"Oh, like you would know, Miyabi." Hanakusuku fixed her with a cold stare. "You've got the worst grades out of any of us."
"i'm getting a better orchestra grade than either of you!" the red head protested furiously.
"Then why are we both higher chairs than you?"
Miyabi stood, clenched fists mocking Shian's. She opened her mouth to speak, and then noticed both her friends were staring over her shoulder in something akin to shame.
"...Huh?"
She turned around, coming face to face with a curious looking upperclassman, his wide brown eyes hidden behind a mop of too-long black hair.
"Oh!" He looked embarrassed to have been caught eavesdropping.
"Sorry, didn't mean to overhear."
As one, the three Freshmen turned a deeper shade of red.
"Th-that's all right, Nohiro," Miyabi stuttered, feeling her face flush even further.
:n:
The clock on the wall ticked off the seconds till nine forty eight.
Zoma stretched his bare arms, crossing them over his desk and using them as a makeshift pillow for his head.
His teacher, a rather boring older Japanese man in a dull ivory shirt had started class off to it's traditional pointless lecture. This time, it was about plumbing systems, or the lack there of, in the middle ages.
As he turned around to write down some important dates on the chalkboard, Zoma heard the classroom door open, and Pyore slip quickly in, and hurry over to her unofficial seat to his right.
"Hey," she whispered, digging around in her bag for her class supplies.
"What's going on?"
"Not much," the boy replied in a whisper to match her own, "He's just started the lecture. Something about lavatories."
Pyore was unable to stifle a giggle, and quickly bit her lip to stop the forbidden sound from receiving unwanted attention.
"Did he collect homework already?"
Zoma shook his head mentally wondering, "What homework?", and then asked the obvious question.
"Why're you late?"
"Oh," Pyore shrugged as she finally managed to get all of her things organized, "I was talking to my math teacher about the lesson."
Zoma gave her an incredulous look.
"You stayed late in class... To talk about math problems..."
He shook his head, "Weird."
"Hey," Pyore put on a mock offended look, "Just because I actually like getting good grades in Trig..."
"That's another thing," Zoma laughed, "How in the world did you get into Trig! You're in tenth grade!"
Pyore beamed, pleased with the complement.
"I took math during the summer. Twice."
At her friend's skeptical look, she elaborated, "And, like I told you earlier, I've had tutoring. Besides, I like math."
"Yeah," Zoma said quieter this time as he realized the teacher was still giving a lesson and would be bound to notice them if they kept talking at a normal volume, "I guess math and science run in your family, huh?"
If he had been worried about their conversation becoming too loud, he shouldn't have been. With those words, his friend fell oddly silent, suddenly becoming absorbed in her text book.
As he was starting to wonder if he said something wrong, and if so, if he should apologize, the Asian girl spoke again, in words softer than any part of their previous chatter had been.
"Yeah." The hand that reached out to turn the unread page was shaking slightly. "Yeah, I guess."
:n:
"How'd your test go?"
"Not as bad as I expected," Cesia answered her friend as they both entered their english classroom, taking up their seats in the front.
"I got help this morning, otherwise I would have bombed it for sure."
Kitchel grinned distractedly as she searched her folder for the writing assignment due that day.
"That's good. You went to the teacher? I didn't know you could do that that close to the testing period."
"You can't." Cesia leaned over, tugging her friend's paper out from behind a sheet of notes. "I met up with Thats in the cafeteria. I didn't know he was in regular math."
"Huh, yeah? Me neither. No offense, but I assumed he was in BCP," she said, dropping her stuff onto the ground, and smoothing out the sheet of homework.
"Learn something new every day."
"Speaking of learning something new," Cesia tilted her head to one side, reading the other girl's paper, "'concentration' doesn't have a 's' in it."
"Oh. Whoops."
Scratching out her mistake, then belatedly looking around for a tube of White Out, Kitchel remembered something.
"Hey, right! So what's up with that guy?"
"Who, Rath?"
Seeing her friend nod, Cesia continued.
"You mean the total jerk of a guy who knocked me over, groped me, and then landed me in detention? Yes, I think we'll be announcing our engagement soon," she said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"It's not his fault... Try to see it from a guy's perspective."
Cesia raised an eyebrow.
"This coming from the girl who's stalking the so dubbed 'Hardware Store Guy'."
"Tetheus is a man, not a guy."
"...Right."
"Who calls him that, anyway?"
Speaking before thinking, Cesia automatically answered.
"Zoma."
"What!" Kitchel paused, then started giggling. "I can so see his face! The little twerp's so easy to freak out."
Cesia started pulling out her English paper. "That's not nice."
"Hey, you told him."
"True."
"Besides, I love your brother. He's so cute!" Kitchel enthused.
"Huh..." Cesia shook her head, "You and Tintlett sound so alike."
:n:
Thats sat on the steps of the school's theater, dully staring off into space as he waited for their teacher to arrive and let them in for Tech.
"Hey."
He looked up as a girl the same age walked up to him and looked around.
"We early, or something? Where is everyone else?"
He shrugged.
"Class was supposed to start a couple minutes ago. Maybe they're late."
Kitchel looked at him sarcastically. "All of them?"
Shrugging and apparently satisfied with that answer, she dropped down to sit next to him. She reached into her bag, sliding out a purple Spanish text book, and opened it on her lap.
"I have a test tomorrow. That sucks."
"Huh?" Thats temporarily stopped staring into space to turn his head and look curiously at her book.
"Spanish Three?"
She nodded, glaring lightly at the list of vocabulary.
"You're studying already?" he asked again.
"Spanish sucks crooked monkey fuc-" she was cut off by the opening of the building door behind them.
"Ikkle Juniors having problems in their widdle classes?" Sabel strolled out, taking a long sip of a fresh can of soda.
"Just as a tip, if you were wondering where your classmates are, try the library, they're doing research on that new production you've got two months to slap together. For their Spring Play, one would really think that the school would spring for better funding and planning." He grinned, laughing at his own joke and at the shocked look on their faces. "Get it? 'Spring'?"
"Crap."
Thats stood, unable to prevent sarcasm from dripping into his words.
"Thank you for the belated information, Sabel. I'm sure working the vending machine while we spent the last five minutes cutting class really prevented you from telling us this sooner."
He stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Hmph. See if I help you out next time." He took another gulp of his drink, watching loftily as Kitchel stood as well, lazily holding her text book under her arm.
"Hurry, and you just may be able to catch up to them before you're noticed. I'm still on God-blessed break." Laughter increasing, he stepped backwards into the theater, slamming the doors behind him.
"Bloody Senior."
The boy shook his head.
"Just wait until next year, when I'll have all the cruise courses and he's got his ass placed back at the bottom of the ranks in community college."
:n:
Silk swore.
Her dirty blonde hair, held back in a loose ponytail, stretched to the floor as she tilted her chair back until she was leaning at a right angle from her desk. Her gray eyes, the same color as the lining of her team jacket, glinted dangerously.
Where was Nohiro?
Most of the class was already seated, some showing considerably more enthusiasm than the 17 year old. Physics was quite definitely not her favorite class. In fact, the one plus of taking it was that she had deliberately switched period times so as to be able to be in the same class as him.
One needed to be able to keep tabs on one's boyfriend at all times.
But now he was late, and it was making her anxious, even if she wouldn't admit it. This built off tension was coming off as extreme irritability, one of the many reasons she had a wide berth of empty desks around her.
As the minute hand hit the half hour mark, officially starting off the class, she turned to the door in time to see Nohiro push his way through.
He slid into a seat next to her.
"Hey, Silk!"
The lightening behind her eyes flashed, struck.
"Where were you?"
"Sorry." He looked sheepish, "I got held up after English. I was arranging for a conference with the teacher."
She relaxed minutely, some of the sharpness leaving her face.
"What for?"
Nohiro grinned nervously, starting to sweat.
"I'm failing?"
"What?" She hissed, well aware that class was now in session. "Nohiro! It's English! You need to pass!" A small part of her consciousness quietly remarked that she sounded like someone's uptight mother.
That small section was squelched.
"Hey! It's okay! I just had some problems with the material we were covering." Nohiro noted her glare. "I'll raise it to an A, promise?"
This was the way their relationship "worked". One of them, Nohiro, would do something, and the other, Silk, would react. Every time. And the reaction was not usually a pleasant one. Like the common comparison of a light switch, it was on again, off again.
Currently on, since last Wednesday, it was teetering on the edge of breaking.
Again.
Not that that would have been unusual. This was the circular dance they had been engaged in since late Junior High.
It had started with an overheard conversation, a shock, a kiss. A loosing of trust, and a damning sentence.
But no one ever inquired about it. After all, you would have to be insane to ask her, and Nohiro was unable to respond.
He never did know about Rune.
:n:
Zoma stood in line.
None of his close friends had this 1:30 break, so he was standing by himself, behind of a couple of chattering girls his age and behind another two in the upper grades.
All talking about boys. Or who-likes-whom. Or clothing.
He shivered with the estrogen.
Fingering the two dollars in his jacket pocket, Zoma bounced dully on the balls of his feet, craning his neck to see over the girl in front of him. He hated being little.
Stomach growling, the sophomore debated between a PBJ or a BLT, both of which he could afford with the remains of his lunch money.
"...So then I told him to rot in hell, basically. I mean, the jackass just knocks me to the ground and practically molests me. Then acts like it's all my fault? Huh. No way."
Zoma started slightly. The speaker was his sister.
Turning around slowly, he saw that it was indeed Cesia and one of her friends. They were apparently engaged in an animated discussion, and hadn't noticed who they were standing behind.
"...I mean, what did you expect me to do? He was straddling me, the pervert. With a damn woody!" Cesia exclaimed in disgust, still oblivious and facing away from her little brother.
Her little, highly disturbed brother.
Zoma quickly spun around to face front. That was definitely not something one wanted to hear from their sister.
"Thank god she didn't notice me." He muttered under his breath, focusing all his attention on the two females in front of him.
"...And, like, a tampon? She's got to be kidding me. That wasn't a tampon, that was a freaking stake."
He squeezed his eyes shut.
That sandwich had better be damn good.
:n:
Fingers tapped with the built up tension and excitement on the desk top.
"Little... Little more..."
A slightly insane giggle, and a drop of translucent blue liquid was added to the already foggy solution in the test tube.
The laughter rose in pitch, causing the few students who were situated nearby to move even further away.
"Almost there..."
Another drop, and a slight plume of smoke began to waft out of the glass container. It smelled vaguely like sulfur.
The insistent tapping grew, if possible, faster. It paused, then started softly drumming out the beat to one of the irritating 90's tunes that briefly made the charts, and that no one in their right mind still admits to liking. Or sometimes even recognizing.
The beaker containing the azure liquid was set down, and another one, this one filled with a deep blood red was picked up.
It's holder looked at it, shrugged, and dumped a good three tablespoons into the test tube.
There was a crackling fizz followed by a small explosion as the two liquids mixed with one another.
As the mini mushroom cloud of thick oily smoke that followed the bang dissipated, all eyes in the class room were on the Senior.
He brushed ash out of his wild hair, and sent a scarily disarming grin around the room.
Clearing his throat, he straightened up, face and clothing now slightly blackened.
The test tube was now filled with a an ominously clear liquid that seemed to shimmer in the dulled classroom light, and when he spoke, it was in a near hysterical giggle.
"I call it... Revival Water!"
Kharl loved Chemistry.
:n:
Characters Introduced:
Lim Kaana
Sabel
Hanakusuku
Nohiro(He was mentioned before...)
Silk(Same...)
Kharl(Who was actually supposed to make an appearance a couple chapters ago, but was edited out...)
:n:
Kat: Yummerz... I wanna see that too. Wait, wait...concentrates really hard THERE! I CAN SEE IT! ...Wow... :drools: Almost, but not quite, as good as Rath and Nadil. ...By a rather large almost, actually. No offense to them. RxN is just hot. Creepy, but hot.
Cairnsy: Yeah, I realized I had been neglecting them, and added in that bit. Yay! I'm not even too sure why I decided to put that pairing in here, but I'm glad someone appreciates it!
Capella: You know, ever since reading that review, I've started thinking about those things, too. o.O; I know, Pyore is so sweet. New favorite pairing! Zoma and Pyore! non Added plus for Pyore... She's very helpful during math and bio tests! Just good that you no longer hate Sabel, since he kinda stole the spotlight a lot in this chapter...
Lexzzz:confused: Oh...kay... Well, it sounds cool, anyway. D
HungryDemon:giggles: Great Minds Think Alike. Keep thinking, I'm sure you can tutor him in something. How to be a punk star, perhaps. n-n
Lisasa: Yes, an interesting experience, too. What's gonna happen? Um... Not entirely sure. :sweatdrop: Every time I think I've got it fully figured out, something new develops...
Shadowess: Shows your dad right. And, YES, Cheese Popcorn! Bwahahahaha... Haven't laughed like that in a while. o.O;
Peophin-chan: ...Neopets:sweatdrop: Never mind. Thanks! n-n Yeah, I updated! See?
Ellabel: o.o Wow. That's, um... A lot of names. Thank you! Zoma? Um... :tries to remember: Screw that. :goes back to check:giggles: Ah, yes. Poor Zoma. I feel kinda bad for him. Not as bad as I feel for Cesia once Kitchel finds out... :cracks up: And Pyore:absolutely LOVES Pyore: I've got it figured out. :nodnod: It ties back to the books. Kinda. :laughs: You tell Rath and Rune. It's okay. It still gets used. :whispers: Actually? It's better that they didn't use it. Even if they were being pricks. It still worked out -very- nicely. :slow grin forming on face:
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I'm sooooo sorrrrrryyyy about the obscenely long wait in between updates:dies of shame:
Review... And while you're at it, ask me anything, ANYTHING, about the lives of ANY of the DK people in my little AU, here... :evil grin:
Want to know what language Thats is taking? I know.
Want to know who was hosting the first(and last) party Kuon Sheena went to? I know.
Want to know who Shian secretly likes? I know...
I know everything...
