Past and Future by Hitokiri-san
Disclaimers: Do you think I can draw such ugly, pervert, nonsensical, confusing, disgusting, appetite-taking comic such as RK? *Authoress got hung by furious RK fans* Okay, so I am joking. If I do hate RK, what am I spending three months on this stupid fanfic for?!
Authoress' notes: SCHOOL-DOES-KILL. All of you should remember that. School kills creativity and time. School sucks. School denies my update! Kill school, not me, for update at the rate of a snail! ^^
Chapter 12 Two Faces
Time works like a river - never stopping, never ceasing. Every drop of water goes simultaneously; some drifting straight on, some embracing the surface of lying pebbles on the riverbed before leaving them behind.
Thus as two redheaded warriors were looking worriedly out of the wooden- framed window of a room in an inn in Kyoto in the Bakumatsu, a policeman was being cursed in his office in a police station in Tokyo in the Meiji era.
"Damn you, Saitou!"
Not again -
Saitou had already lost count of how many times the ex-gangster had been using this particular phrase. It wasn't that Sagara Sanosuke had no other curses to offer; but cursing a single person for four consecutive hours tends to run vocabularies out, like it or no.
Saitou grimaced mentally. If damning could send a person down to hell he was sure he would be falling deeper than the nine hells right now. Pretending to be ignoring the ruckus, the notorious ex-Wolf of Mibu concentrated on the report laid on his worktable. It would preserve his coolness, he knew; plus - further aggravating the tori-atama wasn't that bad an idea.
"Damn you, Sai -"
" Get out of here," the Miburo told him serenely, never looking up from his report. "I don't know where Battousai is."
// Damn you, Battousai. The two of you just disappeared into thin air and left me to deal with these villains. // His lips twitched a bit, a humourless smirk. Maybe damning people wasn't that unpopular after all.
"He was with you, you psycho of a policeman!" Misao snapped. She'd been contacted the moment Kenshin and his so-called "brother" had disappeared, being concerned for her friend's safety. Of course, Himura Kenshin just wasn't the type of guy to fall through a hole and die - which could only prove that he was currently in some serious trouble.
"And you think I'll buy that?" the rooster-head struck again.
"Yeah, you great lying bastard!" Yahiko added, fuming.
Saitou didn't bother answering. He spared a glance towards the other three occupants of his office - the tanuki, the weasel, even the spiky-haired boy. The girl he knew as Kaoru was mostly silent, but the latter two was simply...annoying. Not to mention their serious attempt to drown the ex- Shisengumi with silly questions - which mainly concerned the redheads' whereabouts - they'd been constantly rambling on with threats and curses and screeched strings of words like some devilish triplex.
He was just having enough. He glared up a trifle, ready to Gatotsu them out of his office.
"Sanosuke, Yahiko, Misao-chan; we will go now." A soft-spoken voice startled the trio out of their joined accusation.
"Kaoru?" Misao asked uncertainly, "but...he..." she pointed a finger towards the wolf, annoyance surfacing in her voice.
"Let's go," the tanuki girl repeated patiently, looking reasonably - but horrifyingly - calm. " He truly does not where Kenshin is. Any amount of interrogation will not help." Not waiting for her wide-eyed companions' answer, the blue-eyed girl bowed and turned for the exit.
The other three exchanged bewildered glances.
And Saitou grimaced inwardly at the old trick replayed. He watched the small group make their departure, most of them throwing dirty glances at him. He didn't care; there was nothing he could tell them - save for the fact that Battousai suddenly vanished through the wall, Kenshin disintegrated into transparency, and the guy named Zenei Makimoto screamed in anguish and disappeared from sight as well.
Which left a single Saitou Hajime to deal with all the fuss caused.
To tell them that wouldn't be productive. Oh no, not at all.
The wolf wondered for a moment where both forms of Himura Kenshin were currently. While theoretically the duo could be anywhere in anytime in this world or even become nonexistent, Saitou found himself reluctant to accept this. What's theoretically correct is usually practically useless, and the prospect of the two redheads going back or forth in time freely was just...
...goddamn weird.
Frank to say, the Mibu wolf knew the Zenei guy would soon catch up with the stupid rurouni, like it or no. Battousai belonged to the Bakumatsu, and Rurouni Himura Kenshin should be in the Meiji era...
Cursing both the rurouni and the hitokiri absently, the Miburo resettled himself behind the heaps of files sitting on his desk.
Battousai could take care of himself.
Those reports couldn't.
*~*
Year 1863, Genji 1st year
Both Kenshin and Battousai felt the abrupt inclination to sneeze.
Blinking in mild surprise, the two samurai turned away from each other and covered their mouths.
"AHHH-CHU!"
"Gomen." The word was said in unison. This elicited a smirk from each other.
"Strange. Someone must have been talking about us." Battousai murmured absentmindedly, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his haori. "Now, where were we just now?"
"Um...sessha was just telling you about what we shouldn't do here, in order not to alter history. " The rurouni said solemnly, forgetting about the momentary interception. He raised a brow as Battousai unceremoniously tried to stifle a yawn.
"Sessha is serious."
"I know, I know," Battousai dismissed his older counterpart's scowl with a wave of his hand. "It's just that you've repeated that at least ten times over."
"You don't understand how important this..."
"I do! Remember, I can think of everything that comes into your mind. " The hitokiri sobered all of a sudden, voice serious and steady. " I mean we should be talking about what we *should* do, not passively waiting for something to happen!"
"Sessha never said we should sit here and wait." The rurouni countered calmly.
"The fact that you're thinking about how *not* to alter history indicates that you expected to be staying here, at least for a while." Battousai retorted, equally sober.
Kenshin's mouth dropped open. He'd never considered it from this angle before... and it seemed, miraculously, that Battousai did have a point. Never the sort of person to deny his fault, the rurouni nodded agreeably.
The hitokiri smiled, the tiniest bit of a smile. Kenshin noticed that somehow since their abrupt arrival in the Bakumatsu, Battousai had instantly dropped the half-boyish-half-serious manner he acquired in the meager few days in Meiji, slipping subconsciously into his previous impassive mask once more. After that, he barely smiled - that knowledge did nothing to relieve the leaden knot residing in Kenshin's stomach.
Battousai shifted his stance, the slightest hint that he was uneasy, " now, the first thing we should solve now is...the Time problem." Kenshin blinked; he knew it, and Battousai knew it as well. They belonged to two different worlds and have different responsibilities to bear, one day or the other they would have to make a decision about this deadlock with Zenei. Both did not hold the illusion that they would be undetectable to the man known as Time - if he could find them the previous time it shouldn't make any difference this time.
The hitokiri boy chuckled softly at the wanderer's reaction, a feeling of resigned acceptance mingling with the hope he felt for the other, " I've come to a decision. I'll stay here - yes, here, in the Bakumatsu. Zenei is right. This is where I should be. And someday I'll move on. Someday I will find true happiness, like you did."
From the way the rurouni paled unbelievingly, Kenshin knew just how much it cost the boy to say that. The wish to stay in the Meiji era had became so strong for Battousai it was almost a lust; and here he was, saying that he would give it all up forever.
Kenshin was shocked to the core. Before he knew what he was saying, he clutched onto his younger self's arm. "No! I promise you, sessha will bring you back to the Meiji era no matter ..."
He stopped instinctively as Battousai narrowed his eyes in hard determination. "Iie. I never know rurouni Himura Kenshin is such a selfish, uncaring character. The rurouni I know wouldn't have dared to put his family at risk." His steely voice softened considerably, now mingled with a bittersweet quality.
" Whenever you are with her, know that I will always be happy for you, no matter where I am or what I'm facing. Okay?" The question was abruptly spoken.
A spasm of pain flashed through the rurouni's features, but he forced his face to a smile. "If that is your decision, sessha accept that." He ruffled the boy's hair, the slightest show of affection.
// I just hope you won't have to go through that again. But then, that hope is futile and I know it. //
And both Hiten warriors exchanged a smile, so weathered with dark knowledge and grieve.
Fate had assigned Himura Kenshin as the living sacrifice to the Kami.
The sacrifice in question, now multiplied by two, just smiled through it as though it was nothing.
*~*
At the Shisengumi base, a young man looked down at his reflection pensively. With ink black hair and pale features, he was as innocent looking as Okita Souji himself.
But those eyes...
They were a warm, non-threatening hazel color, that was true; but in the light-brownish orbs there was too much information, too much noted and observed - all of other people, all hidden and shoved away, except for his observant eyes.
Those were not the eyes of a killer. They were eyes of a spy.
// No. //
Takehashi rubbed his eyes again. When he opened them again, what he saw in the water was a guiltless, inexperienced boy with sparkling eyes. Actually, the spy was over twenty years of age, but heaven had granted him with a pair of large, expressive eyes; enough to trick anyone into believing he was just an ordinary green boy.
For that alone, he was grateful.
"Taku?"
Takehashi nearly jumped out of his skin at the mention of his cover name. That was when spy training came in useful - he turned around with a mildly surprised look, barely moving his shoulders.
"Nagakura gumi-chou!" Takehashi exclaimed, looking pleasantly surprised as he whipped around from his spot. He cursed mentally. What was the Shinsengumi Second Troop Captain doing there? From his experience, this wooden shack was a really concealed place to accidentally step a foot in.
"Taku, what are you doing here?" Nagakura raised an eyebrow, looking slightly intimidating.
Takehashi was too experienced a spy to actually say "nothing". His mind spinning quickly, the spy pretended to be shy all of a sudden. "Erm...gumi- chou...I'm planning to meet someone here."
"Who?" the tone had softened considerably, thus Takehashi's plan had succeeded. Nagakura obviously had the delusion that spies won't ever admit they're spies.
"...Osuko." Was the first name he could come up with. Osuko was a maid working at the headquarters; a pretty one nonetheless. What's more, Takehashi knew precisely that the girl liked him. That made for the best cover story in this situation.
He waited, head down and cheeks red.
Nagakura smirked.
"You fancy her, don't you?" Nagakura teased his young interior. Taku was a naïve boy who'd never known the true meaning of battle, but was single- minded and willing to learn. Rather a simpleton, actually. The young man had come up for the Shisengumi tryout and passed the test easily; therefore, Nagakura had chosen him for his squad specifically. A background check proved that this "Taku" was indeed an Aizu samurai, the second son of his family. His whole name was -
- Taku Ikasaki.
"Gumi-chou!" Takehashi turned extremely red. Pretending to purposefully change the subject, he inquired, "Gumi-chou, what are you doing here?"
Another smirk, taunting in nature.
" Checking if you are a spy or not," Nagakura informed him placidly.
Takehashi blanched internally; but he stuck out his tongue in mock fear, seeing that it was only a joke.
Nagakura laughed, patting the young man on the shoulder in an affectionate way.
"See ya then, boy. Don't want me to spoil your sweet time, do you?"
Takehashi performed a ninety-degree bow, neat and pleasing to the eye. With a hearty chuckle the Shisengumi Second Troop Captain turned away from the shack.
Takehashi sighed, trying to calm the butterflies assaulting the inside of his stomach. That - was - close.
Such, was the nature of his job.
*~*
Authoress' notes: With no further ado, re-reviews!
Koe-760-kun: Heh! Sorry for not replying to your email, I am *koe760 glares* Anyway, I think your Kenshin angel pic is really...really...*consults diary* strange, but cute. The wings don't seem to attach to his back, however...lol! You-promised! A pic! I want it now, and I mean now! *mean glower* if you're not sending it over I'll never update the fic again, right! You know what to do! Sorry that I can't give you a full sized hitokiri-san photo, but my body shape is horrible and I'll probably smash the camera if it ever thinks about taking my full sized photo...anyway, as I forgot to mention, the bluish thing I wear in the photo is the school uniform, the round thing is the school badge! Must be weird looking, ne?
CeeCee-kun: Lol! I ate my word! You should be updating your 2nd chap before I update this ~ and...*facefault* I have no idea I sent the wrong material to you...that is my English summer assignment concerning Spirited Away and I was sorta thinking "what are you talking about?" Yare yare...I'll send you the REAL one later. Yes Yes, as you've probably found out in this chapter, Takehashi is an Ishin spy planted at the Shisengumi! And I actually did some historical research this chapter...*facefaults again* Ack, you're living in New Jersey, not California? Well I guess I got it mixed up @_@
Liemtenshi-chan ( want me to call you nee-chan? Now way! ^^): So, you're back finally! When you moved I was still having summer holiday but now...sigh! I'm glad you are back! You gotta go to the ice rink someday, that'll be real nice! (bring me too, lol, but I have a anti-strangling collar on my neck) And school's killing me! All those General meetings, on duties, lessons, homework....*hitokiri-san fall dead* Anyway, see you next chap!
The Sacred Night-kun: I'm sooooo glad you like the stupid story! Y'know, last chapter really annoys me for some reason ~ Ah, and one thing, I've read you new story! History Behind the History! I like it so much, you should continue at all cost ~ I adore Bakumatsu fics so much....
Disclaimers: Do you think I can draw such ugly, pervert, nonsensical, confusing, disgusting, appetite-taking comic such as RK? *Authoress got hung by furious RK fans* Okay, so I am joking. If I do hate RK, what am I spending three months on this stupid fanfic for?!
Authoress' notes: SCHOOL-DOES-KILL. All of you should remember that. School kills creativity and time. School sucks. School denies my update! Kill school, not me, for update at the rate of a snail! ^^
Chapter 12 Two Faces
Time works like a river - never stopping, never ceasing. Every drop of water goes simultaneously; some drifting straight on, some embracing the surface of lying pebbles on the riverbed before leaving them behind.
Thus as two redheaded warriors were looking worriedly out of the wooden- framed window of a room in an inn in Kyoto in the Bakumatsu, a policeman was being cursed in his office in a police station in Tokyo in the Meiji era.
"Damn you, Saitou!"
Not again -
Saitou had already lost count of how many times the ex-gangster had been using this particular phrase. It wasn't that Sagara Sanosuke had no other curses to offer; but cursing a single person for four consecutive hours tends to run vocabularies out, like it or no.
Saitou grimaced mentally. If damning could send a person down to hell he was sure he would be falling deeper than the nine hells right now. Pretending to be ignoring the ruckus, the notorious ex-Wolf of Mibu concentrated on the report laid on his worktable. It would preserve his coolness, he knew; plus - further aggravating the tori-atama wasn't that bad an idea.
"Damn you, Sai -"
" Get out of here," the Miburo told him serenely, never looking up from his report. "I don't know where Battousai is."
// Damn you, Battousai. The two of you just disappeared into thin air and left me to deal with these villains. // His lips twitched a bit, a humourless smirk. Maybe damning people wasn't that unpopular after all.
"He was with you, you psycho of a policeman!" Misao snapped. She'd been contacted the moment Kenshin and his so-called "brother" had disappeared, being concerned for her friend's safety. Of course, Himura Kenshin just wasn't the type of guy to fall through a hole and die - which could only prove that he was currently in some serious trouble.
"And you think I'll buy that?" the rooster-head struck again.
"Yeah, you great lying bastard!" Yahiko added, fuming.
Saitou didn't bother answering. He spared a glance towards the other three occupants of his office - the tanuki, the weasel, even the spiky-haired boy. The girl he knew as Kaoru was mostly silent, but the latter two was simply...annoying. Not to mention their serious attempt to drown the ex- Shisengumi with silly questions - which mainly concerned the redheads' whereabouts - they'd been constantly rambling on with threats and curses and screeched strings of words like some devilish triplex.
He was just having enough. He glared up a trifle, ready to Gatotsu them out of his office.
"Sanosuke, Yahiko, Misao-chan; we will go now." A soft-spoken voice startled the trio out of their joined accusation.
"Kaoru?" Misao asked uncertainly, "but...he..." she pointed a finger towards the wolf, annoyance surfacing in her voice.
"Let's go," the tanuki girl repeated patiently, looking reasonably - but horrifyingly - calm. " He truly does not where Kenshin is. Any amount of interrogation will not help." Not waiting for her wide-eyed companions' answer, the blue-eyed girl bowed and turned for the exit.
The other three exchanged bewildered glances.
And Saitou grimaced inwardly at the old trick replayed. He watched the small group make their departure, most of them throwing dirty glances at him. He didn't care; there was nothing he could tell them - save for the fact that Battousai suddenly vanished through the wall, Kenshin disintegrated into transparency, and the guy named Zenei Makimoto screamed in anguish and disappeared from sight as well.
Which left a single Saitou Hajime to deal with all the fuss caused.
To tell them that wouldn't be productive. Oh no, not at all.
The wolf wondered for a moment where both forms of Himura Kenshin were currently. While theoretically the duo could be anywhere in anytime in this world or even become nonexistent, Saitou found himself reluctant to accept this. What's theoretically correct is usually practically useless, and the prospect of the two redheads going back or forth in time freely was just...
...goddamn weird.
Frank to say, the Mibu wolf knew the Zenei guy would soon catch up with the stupid rurouni, like it or no. Battousai belonged to the Bakumatsu, and Rurouni Himura Kenshin should be in the Meiji era...
Cursing both the rurouni and the hitokiri absently, the Miburo resettled himself behind the heaps of files sitting on his desk.
Battousai could take care of himself.
Those reports couldn't.
*~*
Year 1863, Genji 1st year
Both Kenshin and Battousai felt the abrupt inclination to sneeze.
Blinking in mild surprise, the two samurai turned away from each other and covered their mouths.
"AHHH-CHU!"
"Gomen." The word was said in unison. This elicited a smirk from each other.
"Strange. Someone must have been talking about us." Battousai murmured absentmindedly, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his haori. "Now, where were we just now?"
"Um...sessha was just telling you about what we shouldn't do here, in order not to alter history. " The rurouni said solemnly, forgetting about the momentary interception. He raised a brow as Battousai unceremoniously tried to stifle a yawn.
"Sessha is serious."
"I know, I know," Battousai dismissed his older counterpart's scowl with a wave of his hand. "It's just that you've repeated that at least ten times over."
"You don't understand how important this..."
"I do! Remember, I can think of everything that comes into your mind. " The hitokiri sobered all of a sudden, voice serious and steady. " I mean we should be talking about what we *should* do, not passively waiting for something to happen!"
"Sessha never said we should sit here and wait." The rurouni countered calmly.
"The fact that you're thinking about how *not* to alter history indicates that you expected to be staying here, at least for a while." Battousai retorted, equally sober.
Kenshin's mouth dropped open. He'd never considered it from this angle before... and it seemed, miraculously, that Battousai did have a point. Never the sort of person to deny his fault, the rurouni nodded agreeably.
The hitokiri smiled, the tiniest bit of a smile. Kenshin noticed that somehow since their abrupt arrival in the Bakumatsu, Battousai had instantly dropped the half-boyish-half-serious manner he acquired in the meager few days in Meiji, slipping subconsciously into his previous impassive mask once more. After that, he barely smiled - that knowledge did nothing to relieve the leaden knot residing in Kenshin's stomach.
Battousai shifted his stance, the slightest hint that he was uneasy, " now, the first thing we should solve now is...the Time problem." Kenshin blinked; he knew it, and Battousai knew it as well. They belonged to two different worlds and have different responsibilities to bear, one day or the other they would have to make a decision about this deadlock with Zenei. Both did not hold the illusion that they would be undetectable to the man known as Time - if he could find them the previous time it shouldn't make any difference this time.
The hitokiri boy chuckled softly at the wanderer's reaction, a feeling of resigned acceptance mingling with the hope he felt for the other, " I've come to a decision. I'll stay here - yes, here, in the Bakumatsu. Zenei is right. This is where I should be. And someday I'll move on. Someday I will find true happiness, like you did."
From the way the rurouni paled unbelievingly, Kenshin knew just how much it cost the boy to say that. The wish to stay in the Meiji era had became so strong for Battousai it was almost a lust; and here he was, saying that he would give it all up forever.
Kenshin was shocked to the core. Before he knew what he was saying, he clutched onto his younger self's arm. "No! I promise you, sessha will bring you back to the Meiji era no matter ..."
He stopped instinctively as Battousai narrowed his eyes in hard determination. "Iie. I never know rurouni Himura Kenshin is such a selfish, uncaring character. The rurouni I know wouldn't have dared to put his family at risk." His steely voice softened considerably, now mingled with a bittersweet quality.
" Whenever you are with her, know that I will always be happy for you, no matter where I am or what I'm facing. Okay?" The question was abruptly spoken.
A spasm of pain flashed through the rurouni's features, but he forced his face to a smile. "If that is your decision, sessha accept that." He ruffled the boy's hair, the slightest show of affection.
// I just hope you won't have to go through that again. But then, that hope is futile and I know it. //
And both Hiten warriors exchanged a smile, so weathered with dark knowledge and grieve.
Fate had assigned Himura Kenshin as the living sacrifice to the Kami.
The sacrifice in question, now multiplied by two, just smiled through it as though it was nothing.
*~*
At the Shisengumi base, a young man looked down at his reflection pensively. With ink black hair and pale features, he was as innocent looking as Okita Souji himself.
But those eyes...
They were a warm, non-threatening hazel color, that was true; but in the light-brownish orbs there was too much information, too much noted and observed - all of other people, all hidden and shoved away, except for his observant eyes.
Those were not the eyes of a killer. They were eyes of a spy.
// No. //
Takehashi rubbed his eyes again. When he opened them again, what he saw in the water was a guiltless, inexperienced boy with sparkling eyes. Actually, the spy was over twenty years of age, but heaven had granted him with a pair of large, expressive eyes; enough to trick anyone into believing he was just an ordinary green boy.
For that alone, he was grateful.
"Taku?"
Takehashi nearly jumped out of his skin at the mention of his cover name. That was when spy training came in useful - he turned around with a mildly surprised look, barely moving his shoulders.
"Nagakura gumi-chou!" Takehashi exclaimed, looking pleasantly surprised as he whipped around from his spot. He cursed mentally. What was the Shinsengumi Second Troop Captain doing there? From his experience, this wooden shack was a really concealed place to accidentally step a foot in.
"Taku, what are you doing here?" Nagakura raised an eyebrow, looking slightly intimidating.
Takehashi was too experienced a spy to actually say "nothing". His mind spinning quickly, the spy pretended to be shy all of a sudden. "Erm...gumi- chou...I'm planning to meet someone here."
"Who?" the tone had softened considerably, thus Takehashi's plan had succeeded. Nagakura obviously had the delusion that spies won't ever admit they're spies.
"...Osuko." Was the first name he could come up with. Osuko was a maid working at the headquarters; a pretty one nonetheless. What's more, Takehashi knew precisely that the girl liked him. That made for the best cover story in this situation.
He waited, head down and cheeks red.
Nagakura smirked.
"You fancy her, don't you?" Nagakura teased his young interior. Taku was a naïve boy who'd never known the true meaning of battle, but was single- minded and willing to learn. Rather a simpleton, actually. The young man had come up for the Shisengumi tryout and passed the test easily; therefore, Nagakura had chosen him for his squad specifically. A background check proved that this "Taku" was indeed an Aizu samurai, the second son of his family. His whole name was -
- Taku Ikasaki.
"Gumi-chou!" Takehashi turned extremely red. Pretending to purposefully change the subject, he inquired, "Gumi-chou, what are you doing here?"
Another smirk, taunting in nature.
" Checking if you are a spy or not," Nagakura informed him placidly.
Takehashi blanched internally; but he stuck out his tongue in mock fear, seeing that it was only a joke.
Nagakura laughed, patting the young man on the shoulder in an affectionate way.
"See ya then, boy. Don't want me to spoil your sweet time, do you?"
Takehashi performed a ninety-degree bow, neat and pleasing to the eye. With a hearty chuckle the Shisengumi Second Troop Captain turned away from the shack.
Takehashi sighed, trying to calm the butterflies assaulting the inside of his stomach. That - was - close.
Such, was the nature of his job.
*~*
Authoress' notes: With no further ado, re-reviews!
Koe-760-kun: Heh! Sorry for not replying to your email, I am *koe760 glares* Anyway, I think your Kenshin angel pic is really...really...*consults diary* strange, but cute. The wings don't seem to attach to his back, however...lol! You-promised! A pic! I want it now, and I mean now! *mean glower* if you're not sending it over I'll never update the fic again, right! You know what to do! Sorry that I can't give you a full sized hitokiri-san photo, but my body shape is horrible and I'll probably smash the camera if it ever thinks about taking my full sized photo...anyway, as I forgot to mention, the bluish thing I wear in the photo is the school uniform, the round thing is the school badge! Must be weird looking, ne?
CeeCee-kun: Lol! I ate my word! You should be updating your 2nd chap before I update this ~ and...*facefault* I have no idea I sent the wrong material to you...that is my English summer assignment concerning Spirited Away and I was sorta thinking "what are you talking about?" Yare yare...I'll send you the REAL one later. Yes Yes, as you've probably found out in this chapter, Takehashi is an Ishin spy planted at the Shisengumi! And I actually did some historical research this chapter...*facefaults again* Ack, you're living in New Jersey, not California? Well I guess I got it mixed up @_@
Liemtenshi-chan ( want me to call you nee-chan? Now way! ^^): So, you're back finally! When you moved I was still having summer holiday but now...sigh! I'm glad you are back! You gotta go to the ice rink someday, that'll be real nice! (bring me too, lol, but I have a anti-strangling collar on my neck) And school's killing me! All those General meetings, on duties, lessons, homework....*hitokiri-san fall dead* Anyway, see you next chap!
The Sacred Night-kun: I'm sooooo glad you like the stupid story! Y'know, last chapter really annoys me for some reason ~ Ah, and one thing, I've read you new story! History Behind the History! I like it so much, you should continue at all cost ~ I adore Bakumatsu fics so much....
