(5/29/05)
Disclaimers: (pulls out pocket change and lint) don't sue me. I'm writing for my entertainment of which these Weiss bishies were deprived of. Yes, I know that once I'm done with them, they have to be shipped back to their rightful place. But with my spontaneous mind, I don't think that'll happen for a while . . .
Oh, forgot to mention but I really don't think its necessary, seeing that everyone reading here do know that this fanfiction is shonen-ai, yes? Oh well, was obvious, anyways . . . . Wanted to point that out before I get flamed about me corrupting them.
(sunny smile) Enjoy, minna!
Oh, oh, a little mistake in the previous chapter: remember where it said that Ken and Omi could stay up late until 2200 (11:00 p.m)? I meant to put as 2300 seeing that 2200 is 10:00 p.m. That bugged me for days . . . surprised no one noticed beside Creax.'s mentioning of Omi rushing off to his beloved Pocky Sticks . . . which reminds, I'm in dire need of one . . . (runs off to the store)
(sunny smile with a sweat drop) Meh.
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Fearful
Chapter 5
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"Haa" Ken exhaled as he lowered the box onto the floor, muscles on his back twitching to close relative pain but he chose to disregard it, intending to stack this particular shelf with . . . he glanced at the big black logo stamped on the box's flap 'Meiji; HELLO PANDA®' and in smaller words 'Tasty biscuits with strawberry cream filling.™' A smirk curled at the corner of his lips; Of course it's tasty, seeing how I got myself a willing snack food-tester.' He chuckled at the thought of his younger brother being lavished with snack foods from Meiji's factory and himself with an empty wallet, which caused him to frown.
"You finish zoning out, baka?" Chiron waved his hand in front of the dazed teal eyes, smirking widely.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah" He smiled sheepishly and started to stack the shelf up.
"Y'know, you sure you suppose to be here at all?" Light forest green eyes were trained upon the teenager with hints of concern for his fellow subordinate—err, worker, "'Cause I can always tell the boss something came up?"
"Nah, I'm fine" His hand waved it off once he was finished stocking the shelf. Ken turned around to flash a reassuring smile. "If the headache should ever return, I'll go and rest, ne?" Wiping his forehead of excess sweat, he crinkled his brows together once a thought struck him, "What else did Omi tell you?"
"That and back pains" Chiron looked at him carefully, "Funny really since you're what? Seventeen and already have back pains? That's odd."
He quietly chuckled, and pointed at his elbow, making creaking sounds within his throat. "Something called joints, Chiron. They ache when you get a major growth spurt."
The older boy looked at him with a dubious expression, "You haven't grown squat."
Internally, he winced from the cobalt-haired boy's bluntness. He was fasting approaching his wits ends for excuses and the piling high of guiltiness. Having made a mental note to have a talking to the blond petit, he weakly smiled. "Ah—"
"Ding-ding!"
He was thankfully saved when a customer rang the bell for service. Chiron gave him one last meaningful look that said something along the line of 'I'll speak to you after this' and 'I'm on to you' before departing the aisle for the awaiting customer. Thank god he was the cashier for today, for real this time, or else he'd be on his case all afternoon.
Once the older boy was out of sight and earshot, the soccer athlete sighed and shook his head. "At this rate, he'll soon figure out . . ." Picking up the discarded boxes of previous stocking of pre-packaged food, Ken made his way back to the storage room. "That'll mean I have to look for a new place to work at . . ." His head was tilted to the side. "I'll leave that to Omi."
Sitting down on a vacant stool in the storage room for a little breather, today's event was rather ordinary despite the fact that he nearly gotten himself tardy but was saved when the juniors were having an assembly for who-knows-what reason given that he paid no attention. Leave it to the brunet to be saved by a random day assembly.
Maybe Lady Luck decided to be kind to him today but he soon cursed it after school . . .
(Earlier)
Jogging out of the school doors, Ken was scanning the student loitering yard for a familiar lump of short blond hair, seeing that the two always walk home together when he couldn't have or there isn't any soccer practice. He soon found his brother with Nagi, jumping up and down, trying to snatch back their out of reach backpacks from the snickering seniors.
That fired up his temper. Nothing pisses him off more than someone picking on Omi or someone smaller than those immoral seniors.
The brunet immediately stalked over to the scene, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side, but he soon stopped when the King and the Duke intervened. In that moment's pause, the two renowned seniors stopped the taunting for a brief instant where some phrases were passed and the two teasing seniors returned the bags with reluctance and trudged off to who-knows-where. Ken was dumbfounded for a moment before he snapped back and hurried over.
"Omi, Nagi, you guys alright?" Concerned sea green eyes gave them a once look over before settling his eyes on them.
"Hai, hai, oniichan. We're fine," Omi nodded somewhat stiffly with flush cheeks while Nagi said nothing with his distant aura, looking as fine as ever. Ken suspected something perverse had transpired if Omi's flush features were of anything to infer from.
"Ah, you must watch these bishounens better, Kenken, or someone will sweep them off their feet." Emerald eyes winked behind black sunglasses as he popped his head in the space provided by Omi's and Nagi's head, "Quite literally if Schu and I didn't see 'em bishounens here."
"Ja" the fiery orange-red hair agreed with a mischievous twinkle in his jade green eyes. "Though, I could've thought we were here to do just that."
Dark brown eyebrow twitched dangerously as he tried to keep his temper in check. "I'll pretend I didn't hear any of that."
"Any of what?" Schuldig's brow rose in curiosity.
"Anything that you two blockheads just said."
"I'm not a blockhead!" The Duke exclaimed indignantly. "I'm a finely sculpted marble!"
"And here I thought I was saving your little brother and friend from harassers!" The blonde falsely exclaimed.
"If anyone's a harasser, it's the both of you."
Grabbing the two boys' wrists, Ken rolled his eyes before dragging them out of the gates, mumbling how those idiots shouldn't be given an overdrive libido let alone life.
"Hidaka Kenken, is he?" The German said thoughtfully as he watched the athlete's figure in the distance, placing an index finger on his chin as if pondering about something. "Ja, he's just like you described him; a boy-next-door with an 'In Your Face' spunk and to top it all of, a soccer athlete!"
"Ja" Yohji said playfully mocking him as he turned around to male, "I have my eyes on him, Schu."
Schuldig smirked wickedly, "Don't worry. His brother has this air of innocence waiting to be corrupted so I think I will play with this kitten. Hmm, maybe Nagi-boy, too."
"Heard Nagi was quite an icicle; much like our dear, dear Prince. Maybe even more so."
"Ja, but I doubt that if he hangs around with our innocent kitten here."
(End)
"Hidaka no baka!"
WHAP!
"Itai!" Ken rubbed the back of his head carefully, pitifully glaring up at Chiron. "Aren't you supposed to be at the register?"
A 'look' was thrown in his direction. "Aho ka kisama? (Are you stupid?)" Light forest green eyes rolled in exasperation, "its break time, you dolt."
Blinking was the response the older boy received. Was he out of it that long for to have so much time pass? The brunette then crinkled his brows with the unnecessary insult.
Chiron can be so boorish with his ever-changing demeanor. One moment he's showing his concern for your well-being then the next minute he's whacking you upside the head with his apron, bringing back that evil headache you once thought was gone only to find it to come back full force. Adding to that, Chiron adds salt to injury and being blatantly frank with his thoughts. What a lovely co-worker he is.
"You're the dolt" Ken muttered after a few moments as he shut his eyes, feeling the steadily increasing throb at his temples. "Thanks to you, the sequel to the headache returns full blast."
An impassive smirk surfaced as he shook his head, "I told you, Hidaka. You're in no condition to be working."
Willing himself to crack open an eye to glare at the standing boy, he frowned, "Yesterday you asked me to come and I did!"
"I was asking if you're coming. Beside, it wasn't like I knew of your headache until you arrive with your brother in tow." He shrugged as he walked over to one of the hooks to hang his apron.
"Geez, thanks for the concern" He said, dripping thickly of sarcasm, eyes now open, glancing over at Chiron.
"Your welcome" the addressee equally responded as he dragged a stool next to the dark-haired teenager and sat down, pulling out a candy bar and started munching on it.
"Y'know," the soccer player began after a few minutes had passed, shifting in his seat to face the male, "you're so rude to me but you were nervous when Fujimiya was present yesterday. Who'd thought you'd be nervous seeing as you're known to be a persistently arrogant and a very much frank bastard?"
Light green eyes flickered to the youth beside him before rolling out another shrug as he stopped his munching. "Maybe that's because your personality just screams 'I'm too gullible and too cordial for my own damn good so go ahead and walk all over me.'"
"Hey!"
"You know it's true." He rolled his eyes and continued, "Anyways, while that redhead you said was called 'Fujimiya', gives the impression of demanding respect and authority and all that high-maintenance stuff. Besides, I think his father is a famous lawyer and his mother is a bank manager." He chewed on his bar, swallowing it, and then added, "Sounds like a spoiled prick to me."
"Didn't you nail that in the head?" Ken scoffed and then inquired, "How'd you know about his father and mother?"
"His father is practically on everyone's lips and the mother, well; she's as sweet as they come with a hint of tart."
"So basically everyone talks?" Ken looked at him who nodded. "Couldn't you just say that instead?"
"It'd ruin the fun of messing with your head, Hidaka."
"Shut up."
The short break ended and the two got back to work, doing their part of the work with the occasional muttering of insults of jokes to one another. Ken continued his stocking of packaged foods and re-supplying the fresh products whereas Chiron was lazily tending the register with a stifle yawn as the bleary afternoon stretched into the early evening.
It was another slow day.
Flipping the sign of 'Open' to 'Close', the pair hung up their aprons in the back room, stretching and gathered their belongings. Slinging his black bag on his right shoulder, the athlete waved to his ill-mannered coworker who was doing last-minute inventory and manager who was reprimanding the older boy of being a lazy bum, departing toward home.
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Happily content while listening to his Discman and doing homework at the same time with his parents out watching some cheesy movie, Omi ended up with blissfully silent apartment.
Only for a short moment until the couch pillow was thrown at the back of his head, thus causing his head to be bent downward, staring at scribbled computations of various equations on line paper. Rolling his big sapphire blue eyes, he pulled the headphones back to hang around his neck, and looked up to find a half-hearted glaring older brother.
"That wasn't very nice, oniichan." He grabbed the pillow and flung it back, intending to hit him in the face.
Snatching the cushion in mid-flight, he muttered, "Neither is telling Chiron about my back."
"I was telling him that so he would let you work at the register!" Damn, was 'niichan always pinning the blame on him? It wasn't his fault that his mother's worrying nature was rubbing off on him or that he was concern for his older brother's well-being!
"It had the opposite effect, Omi."
"Really?"
"Yes, really! And besides, I think he's on to me . . ." He frowned, anger dissipating as he plopped himself onto the floor, across from Omi with the coffee table in-between, pillow in his lap and backpack at his side, "To think I went through three jobs this semester . . . " Teal eyes rolled and then he hung his head with a sigh. "I was beginning to like that job . . ."
Unconvinced sapphire orbs warily watched the mop of dark coffee hair before short honey blonde hair shook about. "You never liked it to begin with oniichan. You always silently complained how Chiron made you do the brunt of the work while he just sits at the register or eating some food that he doesn't even bother to pay for."
Dark chocolate head slowly moved upward, a smirk playing at his lips as he stretched out a free hand to ruffle the youth's hair affectionately. "Always know what to say, ne, Omi?"
"Of course," He grinned brightly.
A few lengths passed and Ken curiously inquired, "This afternoon, what happened near the gates?"
Visibly shown on the cherubic face was that of sulking as he resumed with his Chemistry assignment. The youth didn't expect him to pounce on the subject so quickly. Hell, even he didn't know what the hell happened given that he was too focused on getting his bag back to notice anything . . .
"Nothing happened but only those seniors just wanted to find some unfortunate freshmen to pick on but most of them left and that left them with me and Nagi."
"Omi . . ." Ken's voice was a pitch lower, teal eyes nearly boring holes into his head, almost like Crawford, but the teacher did it out of spite rather than concern was what Ken was showing. And his tone of voice was often used when he knew the youth did something wrong or hiding something but couldn't quite grasp what.
"Oniichann" He pouted at his paper as he felt his cheeks slightly heating up. Peering up through fringes of honey blonde hair, innocent blue eyes met faintly harden sea-kissed ones that were usually candid and congenial.
Okay, so he lied and was caught, too, no less–no it wasn't a lie-lie but more like an itty-bitty teeny weenie little white lie. It was quite rare for himself to be lying to his sibling but dammit, it was-it was embarrassing! Was it so wrong to hide what had transpired in less than a minute that felt like hours only to find that his brother, Nagi and he were being indirectly hit on by two infamous playboys? Wasn't that a good enough reason to leave his remaining dignity be? Well, obviously not, seeing that Ken wasn't there to witness it but at the end.
He unconsciously exhaled, dropping his pencil as he drawn his arms up to hold his round chin and cheeks to still find that the soccer player was still intently staring at him, as if he'd explain why the world was round to a child.
"Do I have-"
"Yes."
"Awww."
Allowing his propped arms to fall on the wooden table and then slouching back against the couch, arms sliding down to his lap, fingers began to fiddle and twirl when it was intertwined.
With a slight pout, Omi shuffled nearby papers into some decent order, glancing up to still have his eyes fixedly trained on him. His pout deepens.
"Could you stop that? It's unbecoming, you know."
"Gomen." Ken sheepishly smiled with a shrug as he leaned back with his hands behind him to support the weight.
The blonde haired youth began by explaining the obvious. The two seniors caught him and Nagi off guard, snatching their momentarily forgotten backpacks from the ground, given that the two were amiably chatting about something more like Omi was doing the chattering while Nagi was doing the listening and began taunting them. Now this was were Ken's interest seemed to have piqued about what the teasing was about.
". . . They were saying some . . . se-sex-oriented stuff. . ." His face went aflame on his light tanned skin, stumbling on his words, "like 'Gi-ive me heads and I'll give back your bag' or so-something like that. " Omi's face was red with his head downcast for a moment but he raised his head as his voice seemed to have strengthened, "And then Kudou-sempai and Schuldig-sempai stepped in, saying that they would broadcast their homosexuality to the whole school and probably to the whole city district if they didn't bug off."
Feeling penitential, Ken leaned over the table, placing his hand on the youth's shoulder, squeezing in comfort as the two chuckled, unable to resist it despite the semi-awkward moment. He leaned back to his previous position with his head tilted to the side.
"With those two, the entire country of Japan could've known in less than a week with how many people they're practically bedding each night."
Omi nervously giggled and nodded in agreement. "Hai!"
They joked around for a while longer before starting on their homework. As they worked, that left Ken with his thoughts since his assignments were to just study, so he figured he'd do it later.
Much later.
Anyways, since when did Yohji and Schuldig worry over some freshmen, no offense to Omi and Nagi? That he couldn't figure out. The two duet of Playboy Royalty were virtually known to have slept with anyone they played their charms on. Hell, they could've slept with those two idiots of seniors without having to defend Omi and Nagi with their just winks alone. He knew King and Duke were up to something. One thing's for sure, Yohji already 'claimed' him as his next prey but he wasn't so sure on Schuldig though. If that German playboy plan to make any damn move on his younger brother, there's gonna be hell to pay-a lot of it.
"Okaa-san and otou-san are out?" Ken asked, looking around once he noticed the absence of his parents. Well, to be more particular, his father's presence seeing as how at this time he'd come in and kick them out to their bedroom or kitchen, just to watch TV at full blast.
"Yah, they're out watching some cheesy movie and probably went to a restaurant afterwards," the youth replied with a roll of his shoulder. "Okaa-san said something like coming home around 11 or 11:30."
Nodding in acknowledgment with what Omi had just said, that also added to his wandering thoughts. Lately, his father's been . . . sober . . . and not for just one day but two. That's something that struck Ken as odd. The brunet couldn't place his finger on it, but figured his father would fall into usual routine of being drunk when they come home later tonight.
He shook his head, 'Enough thinking for one night, Hidaka.' "Did okaa-san say anything about dinner for us?"
"Anou . . ." Omi furrowed his brows in remembrance and then broke into a cheery smile, "okaa-san said that I can make dinner tonight!"
The older teenager couldn't help but join in with the high-spirited smile, "So what'cha planning, O Mighty Omi?"
Grinning broadly, Omi straighten himself into an upright position, clasping his fingers together in a business-like manner. "Ah, yes. Tonight we will have Teppan chicken with vegetables!"
"Do we really need to add in vegetables, Omi?"
He shot him a withering look that left Ken quiet. "I am O Mighty Omi and I shall have what I please!" The youth then added with a pleasant smile that caused Ken to be at ease, "besides, I know you'll like it, oniichan!"
"Hai, I know, Omi."
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Stumbling into the redhead's window and falling face first in the comfy bed, the lanky blonde sighed contently, almost falling asleep, before the owner of the room decided to nudge him awake after he felt the form got off the bed.
"Nani?" The blonde garbled through the mattress, unmoving.
"Why aren't you in your room at your own house?" came the response of a question in a deadpanned manner somewhere above his head.
"Because your place is closest" the blonde replied as he flopped onto his back, hands behind his head after he adjusted his sunglasses. "Beside, your bed is comfy to fall into after a long night."
He heard some soft padding towards the door and a flick of the switch on and warm golden lights flooded the bedroom, revealing Ran with his arms crossed, in grey sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips, drawstrings left to dangle and a wrinkly white t-shirt that looked like a size or two too large for him. From where the redhead was standing, the bed where Yohji was sprawled on just so happens to be conveniently placed horizontally underneath the window he climbed into, which so happens to be in a corner. His pale azure room was simple with a nightstand on the side of the bed, a closet on the opposite wall, and a desk and chair with books near the bed. Above the headboard on the bed, laid his adored katana sheathed in its sleek black scabbard.
Amethyst eyes narrowed at the lanky form on his bed.
Ran just couldn't understand this behavior of Yohji or he probably did, but didn't know. Whatever the case it was, every night the blonde went out to do Gods-know-what and when he's done, he literally drops by his bedroom and doze off until the redhead kicks him out, which was often unsuccessful until a katana was drawn, then Yohji saved Ran from kicking him out. Beyond the reason that his house was close to whatever-the-hell the playboy crawled out of, that was the only answer the blonde would come up with, despite the fact that his own house was only a block away.
The playboy was dressed in obvious clubbing outfit; black skin-tight short-sleeved mesh shirt that seemingly wanted to be one with his skin, low riding black hip-huggers leather and to finish off the ensemble was the many wrappings of an apparently long necklace with the pendant as a white cross and shiny black shoes that had some odd decorations which Ran didn't even want to bother to decipher.
Yohji grabbed a nearby pillow and buried his face in it. "Sheesh! Could you at least give warning!" he muttered darkly as he attempted to peek around the corner, adjusting to the sudden brightness.
"Hn."
The blonde could tell that he had most likely rolled his icy eyes. Once his eyes deemed it was comfortable, he pushed aside the cushion to expose his cheeky grin, rising to a sitting position.
"Y'know, I think I may have a plan to snatch lil Kenken."
"I don't need to know your sex tactics or plan or whatever the hell you have in mind." Sometimes, Yohji would explain in unnecessary explicated details of his nightly adventure or plans and that was way too much information for the redhead.
"You're a party-pooper," the blonde pouted.
"So you've told me millions of times."
"You need to have a sex life, dammit!"
"I don't need you to be part of it."
"You-"
"Get out."
"Aww, must you be so cruel to your best friend?"
"Aa."
"Ran!" Yohji exclaimed in mock surprise as he clutched his heart to make it more dramatic.
"It's 3 in the morning" His already narrowed violets narrowed even more; closely resembling that of mere black slits. "And get your feet off my bed."
"The night—er I mean, the morning's young, Ranny!" He grinned his Cheshire grin which only broaden when Ran ordered his feet to be off the bed and he complied, scooting himself to the edge with his legs dangling there. The blonde sloppily mock saluted, "Aye, aye Oh Fearless Prince Ice!"
"Now get out."
"But aren't you gonna hear my night's tale?"
"Was it something along the line of 'Met a hot babe/guy, seduced them, screwed them senseless after ripping clothes off' and 'Repeat?' "
"That was a crude way to put it and you forgot all the details!" The lanky blonde frowned but then perked up, "Although, at least you know the basics of my routine, ne, Ranny?"
"Out. Now."
"Awww, why?"
"Unlike you, I have several tests tomorrow."
"Unlike most people, you don't have to or need to study."
"I still need my sleep."
"Well, so do I!"
"Yeah, in my room."
"It's comfy!"
"Is that the only reason why?"
"Is that all you care about? The why's?"
"Shut up and get out."
"Ran---ny!"
Icy lilac orbs eyed the blonde and then his sheathed katana. Yohji and then his katana. Him and katana. Him and katana. It looked like Ran was contemplating whether or not to really be true to his word of maiming the playboy.
Getting the apparent hint of violet eyes darting back and forth between him and his cherished toy, Yohji reluctantly raised his hands in surrender.
"Alright, alright. I'll go."
"Good."
Turning around and scrambling on the bed towards the purposely opened window, the emerald-eyed blonde turned his head around, winking. "You shouldn't leave your window unlock, Prince."
"If I didn't, then you'd bang on it until I do."
"Heh, heh. True."
"Now move it."
Once the blonde clamored out the window, leaped onto a nearby tree branch like some sort of classy cat, and climbed down the trunk with his lanky figure hurried off into the extremely early morning, was the redhead able to get a rest of mind from the babbling self-proclaimed Sex King.
Tidying up his bed and clearing it from debris from Yohji's blasted shoes, he got into bed, willing himself to claim as much sleep he was offered before his internal clock woke him at precisely 6 a.m.
Well, he had his eyes closed but unfortunately, his brain was still grinding in gears, ignoring his body's protest.
Remember yesterday? When Yohji appeared at his door, pounding away just to find that he'll tell Ran tomorrow? Well, today is tomorrow and what was it that was so important?
Obviously, Yohji took it upon himself, again, to find the redhead another date. Why was the blonde so interested in his personal life? That he couldn't understand. It was Ran's business and Ran's only, so Yohji needs to butt out, but knowing that lanky boy, nothing was possible to veer him off his set goal.
Wonderful.
At any rate, today was fairly ordinary with no incident that involved that unnerving brunet. However, for some odd reasons, he remembers strange details from their previous encountering. . .
Damn, it's going to be a long three hours.
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Meep, was probably too excited to post next chapter up, seeing that I have lots of time on my hand on Friday, given that I tore my ligaments on my ankle when was outside playing Jump Over with the jump rope. Plus, it's a 3-day weekend! xD Though, am scared to go to school. . . have crutches for 4-5 weeks, and to make matters worse, all my classes are either on the 3rd floor, 2nd floor and the basement and, dammit, only 3 more weeks of school left and I'm handicapped! (fumes) Huy, I have the worse luck ever . . .
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HeeroDuo4eva: Dankies! Hmm, I don't know really, but it'll be a while after this chapter's predicament that revolves around, well, you know: Yohji, Schu, Omi, Nagi, and Kenken! And when Prince and King finds out, all hell will break loose! Muahahaha! Ooh, Heero+Duo rocks!xD
Creax.: Yays, I updated! Hehe, yahs, me too. xD Ums, knowing Fate, good thing will happens when Hell freezes over with Ran doing the Salsa. (is imagining it and drooling) Yah. xDD Phwee, your welcome!
Gillian Sillis: Hehe, the fluffyness, cuddling, love, and protection will come around . . . eventually. Hehe, it's all up to Ranny and Yohji to figure it out! O.O Is this update fast enough o.O? (fearing for life) Hehe, Omi's dad will leave in several days and be away for 2 months. Hmm, I was contemplating that possibility but Life and Fate hardly ever go hand in hand with Kenken and Omittchi. Hmms, Iono, I'll leave that to my deserting muse! Yahs, Ranny is a big cuddly plushie when it comes to Aya! OoOoo, someone caught on fast with that incident! Yup, Ran filed that and saved it for later . . . when more pieces come falling in! Hehe, did it answer your question of Yohji? xDD Yahs, is so sad that they have to put up with that masquerade for the outside world! . . . Dankies!
Shiko87: Hehe, Kenken's klutzy is what makes him kyoot and adorable! Yahs, friendship is good for Omi and Nagi. Muahaha, as a typical fanfictionist, you will have to wait and see! Meep, is that so? (sweatdrop) Man, I swear anything my English teacher teaches me, it goes in one ear and out the other. Dankies!
Narijima: Weally? Ooh, on FP(dot)Net? Whee, I'd be honored to read any of your works! Mucho dankies! I hope I can still meet your expectation when summer rolls around! xD Oh, weally? Hmm, after what you noted, yes, I'll probably take that preference into consideration! Mucho mucho dankies, Narijima-sama! xDD
Artemis347: Dude, I thought that line sounded familiar! But couldn't remember with all the recent readings I've done . . . (hangs head in shame) and OtRFK ROCKS! xDD Yays, dankies! Ah, yes, being maimed really is worse than death. I mean, the slow torture of it all . . .xDD Dankies! Dankies!
(beams in pride) Each chapter is getting longer. Longer than expected! Whee! (runs around and crashes into wall) Erk, I'm fine . . . Hope someone catches a little clue (well, to me anyways)! xD Though, got nothing to offer as prize . . . maybe quicker update of next chapter? xDD
Dankies for reading! And Happy Memorial's Day tomorrow!