(10/28/05)
Disclaimers: Ah, you people should know by now! I quit! –throws stack load of adoption papers into the air, looking frazzle-
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Fearful
Chapter 7
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His first reaction screamed and demanded him to return the punch; to pound the senior into damn near oblivion, but his second reaction, which was his conscious that was widely aware of his surrounding, made him bite back and hold off the first reaction and save it for later . . .
. . . Much later.
Students of all grade levels started to gather around the pink budding tree. It was almost like they were drawn to it. Much like how bumble bees are mesmerized by the alluring scent of sweet nectar, becoming possessive. They couldn't resist but to be entranced. Such was the way human mind's worked. Easily fascinated by the scent of blood, drawn to the attention of how it was spilt, inciting, urging to see one go against each other whether it be over a trivial matter or worldly dispute.
Ken swaggered a little bit to regain his balance after allowing the blow to completely go through. Through many experiences under blows of his step-father, the brunette discovered that if you went with the blow, rather than holding your ground, the impact of pain would be reduced significantly. And when the bruise forms, it's not a definite eye-sore to look at.
Of course, that would make it seem as if he couldn't take a hit and while you're at it, appearing like a wimp. Though, Ken is a soccer player so the strike was almost like a leather ball smacking you in the face. But, that would still pretty much sting like hell for the aftermath.
For now, Ken disregarded the stinging sensation in his left cheek and warily glared at the male. Could his day get any better than this? Obviously, the answer was no.
He knew he deserved the blow for his biting remark but goddamn, this whole week's starting to go down the drain! The only upside was the departure of his step-father in a few day's time! Damn, just once--once was all he ever asks for—that whatever great deity above would pity him and Omi and give them some sort of break. Although, he would assume that was already answered with his step-father's leave. Couldn't the appointed day arrive any faster!
Anyways, back to the situation at hand.
"What fight?" The brunette spat the same question as he tried to recall any brawls that he may have accidentally—more like intentionally but appeared accidental--intervened but came up dry. Though Ken made sure that no calls was made home but rather forwarded to the voice mail the petit blonde created. Omi had used his favorite technology friend and did some re-programming of sorts; how the kid-genius had done it, he will never know or comprehend for that matter.
The senior scoffed disbelievingly as if Ken just found out that the sky was blue. "Don't play dumb." He cocked back his right arm; hand balled into a fist and then launched it for a second strike, this time aiming for the jaw.
Instinctively, Ken took a step to the side, watching the senior clumsily fly forward, blinking confusedly as to where his target went only to meet tree trunk, with slight amusement. Haven't they heard of the phrase, 'Once bitten, twice shy?'
Still, the thought nagged him. The brunette thought hard, recounting faces of those who had messed with him and none matched the one on the ground or his minions. So, maybe this idiotic senior mistaken him for some else? But who would look remotely like him, anyway? Then again, most seniors didn't seem to like the soccer player very much after the mishap with Fujimiya. Correction: All of the seniors beside Kudou practically cursed his existence. Oh, well . . . who needs them anyway? Ah, wait, the next generation.
"C'mon Kuro!" Several of the students encouraged the senior. "Help 'im out, Sai! Hiro!"
Taking the hint, Ken swung around, keeping the three in his line of eye sight as he attempted to inch away although the ring of students didn't seem to agree with him. They forcibly shoved him back into the 'ring.' He saw Kuro rise up with the help of Sai and Hiro, glaring at the brunette with contempt. Yup, definitely need to get the hell out of here.
"Wimp!" They began to taunt in a chanting voice.
"Afraid you'll lose?"
"What a loser!"
"All bark and no bite!"
Okay, first of all, who declared this a 'fight'? Second of all, Ken Hidaka has plenty of 'bite' to go around several times and have some left over. And no, he was not afraid to lose to the moron—only that it was completely stupid to have a fight for mistaken identity in the first place.
After the period where he was reprimanded—his ears were turned off, in his defense—Ken managed to find out how to tune his ears out to his liking. It was obvious! Just ignore them, although he was wondering why it was tuned off without him knowing.
"Move aside" Ken muttered through a growl, their jeering falling on deaf ears, as he tried to elbow his way through the throng of students but they just grabbed his shirt and brought him back to the 'ring.'
Yes, he knew the impression he was giving them was that of cowardice but only a fool would take up the fight and wind up being suspended or expelled. And he was quite positive that his step-father wouldn't take that too kindly. Beside, he didn't particularly like being home a lot when his step-father unexpectedly comes home early. Even if he was strangely sober for the last two days. A red flag had already gone up in Ken's head and he kept it in the back of his mind, saving it for later to ponder on.
"Get back here, punk!" Kuro growled while Sai and Hiro hurried to grab both of Ken's unsuspecting arms when he was unwillingly turned around by pairs of hands that belonged to the inciting students.
Being dragged to the center without a sign of struggle, the two flunkies stood there, still tightly holding the soccer player's arms captive. Jerking his head side to side, cracking his tensed neck, the darker brunette stalked towards Ken, looking down on him like an insect, all the while menacingly cracking his knuckles as if showing his superiority over him.
Ooh, scary. Thoughts of falsified terror danced around in sea-kissed eyes' head. Ah, gotta find a way out. Find a way out. Find a way out . . .
Before he could formulate a plan of sorts, a well-aimed punch was directed at his solar plexuses. Teal eyes went slightly wide as pain seared through his chest, familiar prickly feeling danced with glee along his healing back of several stitches from days before. His upper body hunched over, silently panting for breath as his form unconsciously tensed. However painful it was, Ken did nothing to let it shine through save for a sharp hiss through gritted teeth and narrowing ocean-drenched eyes that promised revenge.
"Can't take a beating, punk?" Kuro smirked with sadistic joy, "Figures. You look like a wimp, anyways."
Its one thing to be taunted for 'backing down' and a whole other thing if mocked at for physical form from toning one's body especially for soccer, after one measly hit to the cheek and the solar plexuses. Yes, you've read it right, he said measly. Of course, Ken was caught off-guard with the second strike and well, he was breathing. If he had exhaled the exact moment the impact made contact, emptying his lungs of air, he would've saved himself from now occurring pain.
. . . should've seen that one coming. Dammit, screw self-restraint and consequences! His temper was easily ignited into an inferno blaze, taking no heed of his penalties when he usually does.
Fluidly yanking his arms forward and elbowing the two morons in the solar plexuses as they came forward and his arms back, they immediately loosen their grasp, falling to the ground with a thud—all the while clutching their injury. To people never experiencing that before, the pain will be something akin to having a fist-sized rock directly aiming at your chest from a nearby catapult. Can you say 'Ouch?'
The onlookers cheered at the sight of finally seeing some good action. Already bets was taking place, betting cries being shouted and confirmed as well as the steadily increasing bodies. One would wonder where the lunch teachers and teachers' pets are at.
Oh, well. Self-preservation comes to mind, so that's what Ken was planning to do. And that line where he said it was stupid to pick a fight over mistaken identity? Screw that, too.
"You were saying?"
It was the goalie's turn to crack his knuckles, watching Kuro slightly blanching and then sliding his 'tough guy' mask a bit too late when Ken suddenly appeared in his personal space. The last thing dark brown eyes saw was narrowed sea-kissed eyes that guaranteed more pain should Kuro ever mess with him again before meeting Ken's friend—his balled fist—and then darkness.
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"Did you hear!"
"Hear what?"
"The fight outside!"
"What? When?"
"Last period!"
"Where?"
"In the front yard of school!"
"Details!"
Fair-skinned hands covered his ears, groaning out of exasperation as he tried to drown out the girls' chatter and high pitched squealing and concentrate on the paper in front of his sapphire blue eyes; only to fail when the junior females inconveniently sat right across from his seat. His forehead collided on the desk and then turned over to glance over at the clock. It read 12:30 p.m. Omi had three more periods to go until school was over for the day—three more periods to listen to the same story of gossip being passed around, which he was certain will last for a week or so until new gossip was found.
"So Kuro had Sai and Hiro drag the junior back and punched him in the chest!"
"Ouch!"
"I know, right! Anyways, then Kuro said something that totally pissed the kid off! Guess what he did!"
"Just tell me straight out, girl! Don't keep me in suspense!"
"Haha, you know I like to! Anyways, the kid elbowed Sai and Hiro and they like totally dropped likes flies! Then the junior punched Kuro's lights out!"
Omi could only guess who it was . . .
"Oh my god! Is that junior kid cute!"
"I heard he was that kid that stood up to Fujimiya-sama!"
"Oh, really? He looks like a Joe-Shmoe to me . . ."
"Never mind that! And that's not the end of it!"
"What! That's not it?"
"Of course not! There was a bet of about 350 on the kid and 100 on Kuro!"
"Damn!"
"I know! Talk about rooting for the underdog!"
"That's because the kid got skillz!"
"Duh! He's on the soccer team!"
"Oh, yeah! His name's Hidaka something, right?"
Oniichan . . . Another thump was heard.
"I don't know! And I heard that he's in a gang or something!"
"Oh my god! I knew that kid was bad!"
At this point in the conversation, he tuned them out, figuring that the girls would screw up with the extra details and improvises along the way to make it more 'juicy.'
A silent presence brought him out of his momentary trance of contemplating what he was going to say to Ken. With his head to the side, blue orbs glanced upward to spy midnight blue eyes staring at him quizzically. Bringing his head up and with a light smile, he shook his head to the unspoken question.
Nagi furrowed his brows in deliberation with himself and decided to save it for later. Omi only looked on with curiosity as to what the question or comment would be.
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Being the self-proclaimed Sex King that came along with being popular had many perks. First of all, he had the privilege of being one of the first to hear the gossips. And that, of course, had him intently listening to today's story of a junior, who he immediately knew right off the bat was none other than Kenken, and the infamous senior, Kuro.
So, Kenken's a bit feistier than initially thought, eh? I like that; makes the conquest all the more sweeter to relish when taming a beautiful wild tiger. Heheh. Getting poetic, aren't I? Hmms, he should be in the infirmary so why don't I pay him a nice visit? History can wait.
With his destination in mind, he walked passed his class, fully knowing who was teaching History.
Manx sensei.
Of course, she would automatically put him in detention for an hour with her, but with a body like hers, he wouldn't mind watching that for an hour long. Yohji could conjure up many fantasies with her in black lacy lingerie. That woman was definitely wicked in her ways of teaching and had high standards for her students so he was amazed and thankful to be her class. Guess all those years copying off Ranny was finally paying off!
Approaching the door to the infirmary, wavy blonde hair poked in, checking to see if Nurse Evil—the same nurse that tended to Kenken and Yohji dubbed her that—was in. Fortunately, no sign of her but sadly, Nurse Sexy was not in for the day. The momentary sadness quickly dissolved when jade green eyes fell upon the familiar form of the soccer player sitting on the bed with an ice pack on his cheek, eyes closed in brief bliss.
Wearing sneakers, black jeans and matching color of a button up shirt that was slightly ruffled due to the fight, left open to reveal a white t-shirt, leaving the impression of a very casual teenager with welcoming arms to anything new and exhilarating.
Yohji hoped that it included exploring one's sexuality.
As if on cue, eyelids fluttered open to expose sea-kissed eyes, blinking for a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness of the afternoon light. Confusion as to why there was a floating head in the doorway was quickly washed away once Ken realized who it was.
"What do you want?" Ahh, so he asks in an icy tone. Very Ranny-like. All the more fun to see what's beneath the exterior!
"Just stopping by to see you if you're okay, Kenken!" The blonde winked as he fully stepped in the doorway with a wave.
Ken rolled his eyes in disgust as he flipped the ice pack over to a new side, "Right. Now that you see that I'm fine, leave. And stop calling me that!"
"You pain me!" Insert dramatic act of hand clutching his chest and free hand over his forehead.
"Yeah, well, if that pains you that bad then try this!" Ken chucked the partially melted ice pack at the playboy's head with the intent on causing bodily harm.
THUNK!
The pack slid off and fell to the ground . . .
THUD!
Yohji blinked, flabbergasted at the brunette's boldness. He definitely did not expect that sort of action never mind the force behind the thrown projectile. Shaking his head full of wavy blonde hair, he frowned, "That wasn't nice, Kenken!"
"Whoever said I was nice? Now please leave me alone" Ken stressed through clenched teeth, trying to be polite as possible before it wore off and all seven layers of hell broke loose.
Deepening his frown, the self-proclaimed Sex King dramatically sighed with his head hung in absolute defeat, bringing his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I'll leave you be." Yohji turned around, waved one last time and departed.
Just like that . . .
. . . Right.
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Once the blonde left, Ken felt his energy sapped out of his system like evaporated steam, posture slumping as he flopped back on the bed and rolled to the side. The brunette closed his eyes, grateful that the nurse allowed him to rest for half an hour before she scuttled off to her lunch break. Yes, the one and same nurse that gave Fujimiya and Kudou the 'Evil Look.' Ken was starting to like the woman for that.
Mmhm, peace and quiet, just what I needed.
He was slowly drifting off to a much wanted nap, comforting darkness creeping steadily in the empty recess of his mind . . .
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Amethyst eyes observed the soccer athlete with strange interest. Ran didn't notice this himself; assuming that the diversion the other caused was some divine intervention and was intrigued as to how it will go. The redheaded senior continued to watch, already knowing that the substitute Foreign Language teacher just so happened to stumble in. Literally.
"Oh, uh, am I in the right place?"
"Depends on what you're looking for," Schuldig replied as he sauntered over, leaving a particularly large wake of swooning females; not one of them was left un-kissed or untouched.
The –rather unfortunately young, in Ran's opinion—teacher was baffled for a second before a blush steadily crept across her face, revealing that she was new to the world of teaching and the seduction of what Schuldig had up his sleeve. Oh, what wonderful joy.
Paying no attention to what was transpiring in his classroom between the teacher and the German male since it wasn't all that different with Yohji's tactics, was what Ran did best.
A punch was thrown and the shorter brunette staggered a bit to get his bearing straight and mauve orbs immediately noticed how routine it seemed. As if he practiced this everyday . . .
What the hell are you thinking, Fujimiya! Of course he's used to it! He plays soccer, moron! His rational side screeched. Okay, that was weird being named-called by your own conscience.
Mentally shaking his head, he resumed his watching on the individual.
Some words were exchanged that was enough to get another rise out of the other.
He looks familiar . . . Wait, isn't it that Kuro guy? Doesn't he normally pick on freshmen with his two mindless followers?
His question was left unanswered when Kuro threw another punch, this time only meeting the air and the tree trunk he crashed into. Ran had to stifle an amused snort, finding that a simple step to the side could cause that much confusion to the attacker, quite entertaining.
Some chanting was goaded, causing the two lackeys to take hold of Ken's arms and a third blow from Kuro was served straight to the chest. It appeared that the soccer player was winded for a moment before his temper flared like a torch, jerking his arms forward, flinging the two captors forward and elbowed them in the chest.
Interesting . . . He noted. Then, suddenly realizing what his thought was, he mentally whacked himself in the head. Why the hell did this particular being bugged him and yet intrigued him so? Bugged the life out of Ran when he barely even know him aside from playing soccer and learning his name, already knowing full well how to push the redhead's buttons when no one did before beside Yohji. Intrigued him with the brunette's eccentric behaviors his mind was keeping a file of without him noticing it.
Ran heaved a sigh, subconsciously rubbing his temples with his forefingers in circulator motion, irritated and maybe slightly aggravated with his mind working on its own without his knowledge. Shaking his head once again, lilac orbs glanced up just in time to see Ken deliver the final blow to the senior before the bell chimed annoyingly.
It appeared that the strike was enough to knock the male unconscious lacking the follow-up of a broken nose though it was bleeding like a rivulet. He was pulling his punches?
Tearing his gaze away from the individual, Ran swiftly and elegantly collected his things, leaving for his next class.
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Mmm . . . The brunette subconsciously snuggled closer to the radiating warmth, exhaling a contented sigh.
This warmth . . . it wasn't anything like Omi's or his mother's, where it was family bond—familiarity, closeness, a place to fall back to—but this warmth . . . it felt . . . kind of nice. This warmth of some sort of security, safe haven . . . although, Ken wouldn't dare to lavish in it, basking in it, wanting it with great need . . . He didn't deserve it. But the thought of who it was didn't really register yet . . .
. . . until he felt a hand on his waist and slowly inching downward. Automatically, ocean orbs snapped open, reflexively shoving the torso away from him, thus, causing the figure to ungraciously fall off the infirmary bed with a rather loud thump! Ken immediately sat up, peering over the edge to see who the intruder was.
"Kudou!" The soccer player hissed, a very faint blush crossing his features as he attempted to will it away to no avail, disgusted at himself to allow such aforementioned thoughts to consider this male obtaining an aura of safety, never mind to share the same bed as him. Ridiculous! "What the fuck are you doing!"
Yohji merrily smiled and waved after a slight wince flashed across his otherwise relaxed face, "Hey yah, Kenken." His smile broadens as he lazily rose to stand, bringing the dark shades down to perch on his nose and raking in the appearance of a faintly humiliated Ken. He would be truly sexy if his blush was for the right reason. "Trying to get you to open up more, Kenken!"
"By means of scaring the shit out of me!"
"If you define 'scared shitless' as in snuggling—sure!" He winked, "I'd be happy to do it again to see you like that! Priceless!"
"Go to Hell!" Ken hopped off the bed, stalking pass the playboy before shooting him a withering glare, and left the infirmary, echoing stomp reverberating through the empty hall.
The blonde had his grin on even after the brunette left, feeling as if he accomplished something, though he didn't know what. He shrugged and shifted to gaze at the bed, imagining the blissful scene from another's view.
When he had returned a good fifteen minutes later, Yohji found Ken fitfully asleep and curled up to the side, like a child. With the afternoon light splashing from behind the brunette, it outlined the player's face, revealing the world that he was still a youthful teenager, still retaining the very slight baby fat that have yet to disappear and firm itself, though Yohji had a hunch it wouldn't, unprepared for the cruel world outside, waiting to tearing him apart like a useless rag doll. For a minute, the blonde had a moment to truly analyze the sleeping form, taking in the barest scent of fresh grass and a hint of something that could only be Ken, lingering in the spring air, before an idea implanted itself in his head.
Yohji had somehow miraculously wiggled himself in to lie beside the brunette without disturbing him.
He had to hand it to himself, without the several years of sneaking into Ran's room; it'd be hard to believe he actually had made it this far without going . . . . Well, let's just leave it there for now. No time like the present to grab it by the horns then to sulk and dwell upon the already happened. No 'ands, ifs, or buts' about it.
Yohji didn't expect Ken to actually snuggle up to him, let alone hear a sigh of . . . contentment? Momentary peace? He didn't know which but was glad that he was the source of. Maybe if . . .?
Carefully placing a hand on his waist, getting a fleeting idea of what laid beneath the clothes, unraveling with his mind's eyes and a little help of his imagination, unbeknownst that his hand automatically inched downward. . .
Falling off the bed after a forceful shove, was he snap out of his short-lived reverie, only to be greeted by a hissing of his surname; a complete 180 of only a few seconds ago. How dramatic!
Oh, well, it did hurt to try to make a move! But . . . it was a bit too soon . . .
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The day finally ended without any further incident . . . . . .
. . . . Okay, that was a downright lie.
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With most of whatever the English teacher was teaching, it fell on deaf ears' for all or turned off. In particular, when today's lecture was about the great William Shakespeare life, including the detail of how he was gay, yadda yadda yadda.
Wow. Soo interesting.
Sure the man's play was and still is great and all, but one have to admit, after hearing the same play being read over and over for most of your high school time, you'd get sick of it. Particularly the "Romeo and Juliet" play. Bleh. So . . . so—what's that word he's looking for? Stupid? Idiotic? Overly the top with the 'love at first sight' phrase?
Who still believes in that, for lack of better words, load of shit, especially when his family was a damn fine counterexample of that?
A muffled thump was heard behind raised textbook, tufts of chocolate brown hair peeking at both sides. Nobody cared enough to notice or make a remark about the brunette.
Ken didn't know when he zoned out again before his 'shield' was pulled down, glazed teal eyes trying to focus the square-ish blob—what color is that?— in his line of sight.
"Hidaka-san?"
"Hai?" He was on autopilot. Oh, it was her skirt, a black tweed skirt with . . . . His eyes flickered upward. Oh who cares! His eyes leveled back to that . . . . he's going to stick with the word 'blob,' it seems more suiting.
"Did you receive a notice?"
"Huh? What?" Autopilot switched to manual gears.
"Hmm, I guess they wouldn't send it."
"Send what notice?" Am I in trouble for that fight during lunch? Ken felt panic stirring but he squelched it with an iron anvil.
"Oh, wipe that troubled look off your face, Hidaka-san. It's only a change in class." She smiled.
"I'm being switched?" Wait, hold up a minute! Am I too dumb for this class?
"Now wipe off that look. You're not slow. Quite the opposite really." Her smile brightened.
"Wh-what?" Am I hearing her right? Did she just indirectly call me smart?
She nodded, "You're going to have English in Room 314 with Crawford Sensei."
He blinked once. Twice. "What? Isn't Crawford Sensei a math teacher?"
"Oh, of course but he does teach Advance English."
"I'm going to have class with seniors?"
"Yes."
I'm dead.
She must've noticed his troubled expression. "Is that a problem, Hidaka-san?"
"Uh, n-no. Do I go now?" Ken looked at her, almost pleading her to say 'Nah, I'm just kidding.'
"Yes."
Officially dead meat.
He resigned to his fate as he gathered his things and left the snickering class. The brunette was half-relieved that he managed to be out of that hellhole but half-fearing the inevitable when he stood in front of the door.
Sliding the door, twenty or so pair of eyes fell upon him, including steely blue eyes.
But the pair of eyes that stood out the most was violet ones.
Yay . . . . I have class with Prince Ice—Fujimiya.
What joy. I'm ecstatic. Doubly so with Crawford and Fujimiya in one sitting.
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Chapter 7 all done! I was planning to upload this later next month or when I have the next installment's idea typed down but, knowing me, I couldn't wait. Since one-half of it was finished two weeks and the rest today, I doubt I will have the same leisure time. Anyways, I wasn't planning on this sort of ending but rather another one so . . . . Hope you likey? –looks hopeful- I was planning to put a little scene of Schuldig in it but unfortunately, that is not so . . . Hope no one is disappointed?
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morningglory: -beams- Seems like everyone have a soft spot for Kenken! Sankyuu for lovin' my story! Yes, I kept on writing but I just hope it will last long enough to see the end of this story! Oh, btw, your penname's so unique! Morning glory flowers truly are beautiful!
kamazova: Wow, sankyuu for considering this ficlet fun! Yays, am happy that you are enjoying, too! –blush- Wai, sankyuu for such a compliment! Your welcome! –sunny smile-
Tenshi no Tsuki: Konnichiwa, Tenshi no Tsuki-chan! A beautiful penname! I love the moon! So mystical that's its enchantingly alluring! Yay, sankyuu for lovin' this ficlet! –blush- Yes, we do need more Ran and Ken right after this little bump in the road! Aww, Yohji-kun is only evil when one perceives him differently, though methinks you are right after this mishap . . . . –sweatdrop- Omittchi is still kawaii! What else can you expect? Hmms, keep reading and you'll find out! –thumbs up-
Ranny Boy: -jumps you- Wah! I love your penname! So kawaii! Yesh, be happy that I updated! –blush- Sankyuu for lovin' it and for being happy! Ah, yesh, I hate to wait, too, but that thing called 'life' really is rearing its ugly head at me. . . . Ew.
Muchacha: Hehe, was it that good for you to believe there was more? I hope this update is fast enough to quench your need of this story's long absence of update! Yay! Me so happy to hear that! Yes, I know, not much to read anymore . . . –sniffles- So that's why I came up with this to cure that problem! Even though at the beginning it was a spur of the moment sort of thing . . . . –cough cough-
Laura Janssen: Sankyuu for liking this story! Yah, lots of time between updates, because of –points to door- Life keeps distracting me and the horrible illness of a writer's block! I hope this is fast enough for you to still be entertained! Really? Yes, Weiss Kreuz is nice if you overlook the quality of it . . . –wary of oncoming stones- and others . . . . –ducks-
Gillian Sillis: xD My favorite reviewer! –glomps- Yes, me updated! Love ya too! Lol, me, too! Although sometimes my multitasking tends to smush itself together to become a pile of goo. Aww, you're not soft, you're just considerate unlike Prince Ice over here even if he is right to deny his 'classmates' of them. Haha, glad you enjoyed that scene of Yohji-kun coming to their rescue! Um, for Ran, love is the death penalty for him. –weak grin- Hehe, so who will save who? Ran save Ken or Ken save Ran? Dun dun dun! Aww, do you need a tissue? –pet pet- All will be better for Kenken . . . . eventually. Yes, go Omittchi!
I know . . . it really is sad that stuff like this actually happens. Truly sad when that child have to quickly grow up at such a young age to take care of adult situations and the likes, as well as being betrayed and hurt so many times one become wary or even fear trust and kindness. Ahaha, I, too, wonder where it will go to get to Ken to trust people aside from Omi and their mother. Everyone wears a little mask even if they do deny it. The one who hides it well, suffer the worst.
Yeah, I was thinking of that little scene playing out in my head of Ken brushing pass Ran but, nah, too . . . . expected! xD Of course, the little seedling of Ken is slowly but surely growing in Ranny's head! Oh? I hope that's the case for the redhead to figure it out soon, but of course, his ration side is being rather . . . too rational. Ahaha, that's okay! I like the X-files even when I was a little toddler. –sweatdrop- Hehe, am very pleased the scene of Ran thoughts on Yohji made you laugh! Ah yes, too much of everything can be tiring, including popularity since everyone's on your case about everything or just pinning from afar, loving the exterior but fear the unknown. Sankyuu for complimenting on that little analogy! I thought someone would've use it already, seeing as the rose is Ran's flower image? Ah, yes, the scene with Kenken and the teacher actually did happen to me, excluding the thoughts about the wrinkles. Only our Kenken can think of something like that in times like those! Yah, you can only hold out for so long until it starts to slowly chip and crumble at your fingertips. Haha, yes, of course, the dumped guy have Yohji's shoulder to cry on if you know what I mean –wink wink- Hehe, Omi's too kawaii to be upset at! Would you be if you see Omi daydreaming? I think not! Hehe, is obvious but you have to wait to find out! Ahaha, this chapter has yet to explain it though only partial of the fight. I think the next installment should explain it, if not, blame the plot bunnies. I'm determined not to give up on this story if you don't give up reviewing! Beside, I'd like to complete one story in my lifetime before jumping the next train and start a different one! (I think I just did . . . .) Mmhmm, I thought Ken's answer was excellent even if it did get him a punch, but c'mon, who would resist to say such line? Hmms, does this chapter answer the question of who will aide Kenken? –laughs at Gillian's improvised scene of getting Ken and Ran together- I would've use that if not for the rushing the two together and leaving loose ends completely loose. Hehe, is okay to damage them, it gives them more life that way! Ums, I think they are still in casts . . . –looks over shoulders and nods- Yup. They are.
Okies, will keep that in mind! Really? Hmm, must be me then . . . . xD Ahh, long reply to such a wonderfully long review! Sankyuu soo much! Am soo happy that you are asking questions and making comments! Long one at that! –bright smile- SANKYUU!
Sachiko V: It's not evil to leave cliffhangers! It just widens the suspense! Sankyuu for compliment! Yah, very nice to read what the character thinks! I've updated and this is the result for Kenken! Hehe, pairings have yet to be named though is kind of obvious . . . Yes, we all wait in anticipation for our bishies!
Nekosune: Yay Yamyams! –munches- Yay cookies and pocky! –jumps up and down- Me feel so spwesho! Your welcome! It was really interesting to read and funny too! xD
Little Fox Kit: Here is the next installment and is this soon enough? –fears for life but laughs at quarrel of Little Fox Kit and Kakashi- Sankyuu for thinking story is good! Here is result of Kenken and Ranny!
HeeroDuo4eva: Yay, good to hear that you are still alive! –glomp- Dun dun dun, Ranny didn't save Kenken! Me updated!
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Sankyuu for those who just read it! Happy Early Halloween! xD Hope you gets lots of candies and cavities! Muahaha!