Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned the wonderful Wallflower

series. But sadly, I don't YY.

A/N: Thank you so much for the jokes. I know, all so true. It was the format I was using. Ha, I laugh at myself. Okay, shutting up.

Title: Green Make you Realize

Chapter 2: Without Knowing It

Key:Thoughts

Conscience/ Self Doubts

"Quoting"

o0o

While Ranmaru, Takenaga, and Yuki were out getting ready for the ball, Kyohei watched as Sunako prepared curry for dinner. Sunako quietly set the table for Kyohei, as he placed a plate and spoon down for her.

"Sit," he ordered her as they prepared to eat together. Under normal circumstances, she would hide in her room. But these were not normal circumstances. The look in the gorgeous boys eyes told her so, his piercing gaze penetrating her until she sat down across from him, "Your going to the ball."

Sunako looked up. A defiant look on her face told him otherwise until he held up the hastily glued together head of John. She sagged back into her chair, face down, staring a hole through her curry, she stay silent.

"Look. I've already said it too many times… But I guess it still hasn't registered with you. That guy is not the only guy out there for you. Tonight you can really find somebody, Sunako," He paused to appreciate her delicious lunch, "Tonight you might find someone worth your time. And this time, you'll find your match," he smiled under his expression, placing a hand on hers, she looked up shocked before starting to nosebleed. But now he had her attention, where as before she was telling herself how full of crap he was, "Look, we'll all be in masks, right? So then you won't have to worry about being judged on looks and looks alone."

Blah, blah, blah… I'm full of shit.

She internally mocked him, rubbing her hand subconsciously, making him laugh at her, "I'll still be judged-"

"There's your problem, Sunako. You gotta trust somebody-"

She opened her mouth to object, "-And not just your dolls," he finished, slurping up the rest of his curry, "If you don't do it, you know what will happen," he said, pointing his spoon at her.

She finished her lunch and was about to collect his, when he gripped her hand, shocking her again, "Look. I'm not going to force you to, if your objecting this much… But I think that if you don't do it, you'll definitely regret it… A lot," Kyohei lifted his head, his hair falling around his eyes in an unnatural fashion, accentuating his icy stare, "Just try it Sunako. You don't want to be alone forever, do you?"

Sunako stirred. He touched her, the same hand, the same place, "Fine. I'll go," she slipped her hand out of his grasp.

I'd probably believe you if I thought you cared…

When Sunako reached the door leading to the hallway, she turned back to him, "I'll go… But it doesn't mean I believe any of your crap," and she slammed the door before Kyohei could lunge at her, knocking his head against the door, making her snicker before running off to her room. Her only sanctuary.

o0o

Ugh… Why did I agree? I'll be around stuck up know it all's all day. It's so boring! Why auntie, why?

Sunako stayed in her dark room, she didn't want to look at him again…

By him, we of course mean Kyohei, who was sitting at the dining table, sprawled across his chair, clenching and unclenching his fist. He didn't know why he had the sudden urge to hold her, to support her actions… But he did, and being a man of impulse, he had acted on what his brain thought before it had actually been processed, "Sunako-chan… Sunako-chan…" He clenched his fist again, watching it, bringing it up to his brow, he gave a slight smile, "… Sunako-"

"SUNAKO-CHAN!" Ranmaru sang, he was the first one back from shopping. He had been the one selected to buy her gown. But it seems he and come back with more than one item…

Then Takenaga entered, silently, and his shirt was missing. Following Ranmaru, he set his things on the dining room table, "I am never entering the mall on a Saturday, again. Hell, I'm never leaving this house again!" It was his job to get their suits. He did it… But at the cost of his own clothes, "Those horny girls stole all my clothes! They attacked me! Whatever happened to common courtesy!" Takenaga headed for the grand staircase.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Kyohei asked after him, snickering a little under his breath.

Takenaga snapped his head around, "I'm going to put some clothes on! What do you think!"

When he was gone, Kyohei turned to Ranmaru, who simply shrugged, and continued to pull out the dresses.

"I'm back!" Yukinojo shouted at the door. Then he appeared in the dining room, arms full with make-up and masks.

o0The next day0o

The boys waited for the girls just outside Sunako-chan's bedroom door. All the while, they heard yells and protest. But for the last half hour, it had been silent, once in a while hearing Sunako ask, "No! Really? I- I don't think…" and Noi-chan would respond with a, "Yes! Absolutely! And look at your b-" then you could hear Sunako again, "Noi-chan! Don't touch me there!"

The boys sweat dropped a bit, letting their imaginations run away with them. All getting dirty images… Yuki's being the most innocent, Ranmaru's, of course, far more disgusting.

But finally, Noi-chan stepped out. Her hair tied in a bun, trails of her locks cascading down the sides of her face. She had on a simple black, white, and gold dress, her mask gold with black stones on the sides, making it look spectacular.

Takenaga shyly took her hand, "N-Noi… You are… beautiful," Noi brightened up, looking at him, "Thank you, Takenaga-kun…" She then turned to the others, "And now, for the grand entrance…" Noi had her hands pointed at the door. Nobody came out, "Uh, Sunako-chan, that's your cue."

Black shoes emerged from the darkness, the frilled, red lace trailing over silk, black fabric, a black corset, laced with red trim, accentuated her small frame. The top of the dress was low cut. Black, with red frill sticking out of the top. Her sleeves were a translucent red fabric that lay over her shoulders, flowing over her arms loosely. Her mask was simply black, with metallic red on the edges, finally her hair had been layered on her head, strands falling over her occasionally, showing off ruby red earrings…

The boys gasped, as Noi-chan smiled. Ranmaru looked over at Kyohei, who was eyeing a certain part of the dress that Ranmaru had made essential in anything he wanted on a woman, nudging Kyohei, he whispered, "Glad you like it. That should get her noticed," Kyohei whipped his head to look Ranmaru in the eyes, Kyohei's eyes were wide in shock. Ranmaru only snickered, "Man, Kyohei. Pick up your jaw," Ranmaru placed his hands in his pockets, satisfied with how well he meddled. Kyohei then noticed they were matching. Had Ranmaru planned it like this? So that he and Sunako-chan would match, or was he just thinking into it too much?

Sunako looked around at them timidly, pulling up the top, only to have Ranmaru come over, "No, Sunako-chan," he gripped the small of her back, using the other to pull down the dress some more, she shrieked, pulling away from him, "Hentai!" She screamed, backing into Kyohei, who was giving the evil eye to Ranmaru, who merely laughed at her embarrassment, and the fact that she was in Kyohei's arms, who was holding her around her shoulders, spewing obscenities every chance he got. Sunako looked up at Kyohei's sudden spark of defense toward her. She could see the strain in his eyes, then she heard Noi-chan scream, "No, Sunako-chan! Not when I just put on your make-up! Don't bleed on the dress!"

o0o

The group left an hour later, packing into the biggest taxi they could find. Entering the ballroom, they were in shock. It was so elegant, everyone twirling around as if it were choreographed professionally. They stood on the sides, all they had to do was be there until her aunt saw, and then they could leave. Yuki turned, stuffing his face with appetizers, Ranmaru flirted, of course. Takenaga and Noi danced together, and Kyohei and Sunako-chan stayed on the side lines, being reprimanded by Miss Nakahara, "I don't get it. A mutual separation? You both wanted to break up then?" Miss Nakahara raised an eyebrow in his direction, "Did you pressure her? That is most undignified, Takano."

The same scary look crossed her face as it had on her video message. Kyohei shrunk down a bit. Then he heard Sunako-chan's alarmingly timid voice, "No, auntie. It wasn't like that… We don't feel that way about each other, that's all. We're uhm…"

"… Friends?" Kyohei finished, a weak grin on his face. He was then pulled onto the dance floor by a pouty little redhead. He of course couldn't object with Miss Nakahara standing over him. They twirled around a bit, until she noticed the displeased look on his face.

"Sunako-chan. Look at Kyohei-kun. He looks displeased. You're his friend. So you should go help him," Sunako was shocked. She was enjoying his misery… But if she didn't do it, bye-bye Hiroshi-kun, hello spa…

The girl made numerous passes at Kyohei, who clumsily ignored them, "Oh come on, hottie. Don't tell me you can resist a face like mine?" The girl pouted, edging her face toward his.

Then, thankfully, an arm cut through, having the girl kiss the back of Sunako's hand, heaving a sigh, she started, "Excuse me, ma'am," Then she turned to Kyohei, looking through him past his mask, "But I need to take this patient back to his Asylum. I don't know how this psycho got out. He thinks he's in the 1800's in France," Sunako scoffed, laughing it off, grabbing Kyohei's arm, looping it with hers, then she pretended to scold him, "How many times must I tell you? You are in the 21st century. No masquerade balls, no kings, no ministers."

She turned around once more to laugh at the dumb-founded look pasted across the petite girl's face. Then she led him back to where her aunt stood, an amusing smile on her face. She was at least happy that she could call him retarded, that was fun, "Sunako-chan! You saved him, good girl… Maybe you're jealous?" Sunako smiled.

"He has to head back to the Insane Asylum," Sunako deadpanned.

"But still," Kyohei snickered, twirling her at the waist, and dipping her, making it so she was only held up by his hand. The others came back. Sunako looked at them, then back at Kyohei, a flash glazed over his mask. He leaned his head toward her, "Thanks, I owe you one."

"Uh…" Kyohei had meant only to startle her, getting her back by her fainting, so they could leave… But she only gazed at him, her eyes piercing through him, not that she could go anywhere. And he did not fall back either, he held her up, he just stared, his gaze penetrating her. Somehow unnerving her, "Uh… Bathroom."

Kyohei's eyes flickered. His shoulders sagged, and he let her go. She grabbed Noi-chan, and they went to another hall.

"What was that, Kyohei?" Ranmaru and Miss Nakahara asked in unison, "I thought you two broke up," she added, crossing her arms.

Kyohei looked away, staring at the floor, he let his golden tresses fall over his eyes, and then he walked away.

o0o

He had meant to walk to a deserted corridor, but then heard Noi-chan, his instincts told him to hide, so he pressed himself up against a wall.

"… You guys were so close, Sunako-chan," Noi-chan mused.

"Noi-chan… I couldn't do that! Putting the fact that I would melt aside, it wouldn't end well," he heard Sunako's voice crack, "What's the point of putting myself out there, if I'm alone in doing so?" He heard her strain. Her voice became muffled by what could only be… Tears? Does Sunako cry? "With that guy… The one who called me ugly… At first, I just admired him… But then when I heard he felt the same for me, I fell. And I thought he fell too… But he didn't," Kyohei peered over the corner, he could see Sunako-chan lift her head, there were definite signs of tears, "Noi… Don't tell anyone… But I can't do that again… Do you get it? I won't do it again… Even if I do-"

They were interrupted. A young man with slick blonde hair approached Sunako, asking her for a dance. Sunako timidly turned to Noi-chan, who nodded. And Sunako accepted the young man's offer as he led her to the end of the ballroom.

Oh God… Sunako? I don't know… I… I… I gotta use the bathroom.

o0Sunako0o

The man pulled me away from the other dancers; we danced off to the side. And at the time I was unaware of his intentions until, "Hey, baby. You're eighteen, right?" He spoke to me in what he probably meant to be a seductive tone. But no one has enough power to make me fall for it.

No one but Kyohei, correct?

His hand slid from the middle of my back, to the small of my back, to a place I gave no inclination was acceptable. I tried to pull away, but he had a strong grip, "I'm only fifteen!" I yelled in his face. His vice grip somehow kept me at bay, that and the fact that I had to behave for the sake of my sanctuary. But where was Kyohei when you needed him?

"Oh well, lust can't be helped," He kept his free hand where it was.

"Get off me, you-"

"Excuse me," A firm hand cut in. The tensed hand was almost as firm as his voice. Firm, but drawled. Drawled but charming…

Kyohei.

The hand belonged to a tall young man, sixteen at most. He had no mask on, showing his silver eyes, surrounded by slick black strands of hair, falling elegantly on the nape of his neck. He had a square jaw and perfect, curvy lips. But it wasn't Kyohei.

"What do you want, kid? Can't you see that me and the Miss are busy?" The young man chuckled. I struggled further, the pervert's hands now thrown around my waist, I was stuck to him at the middle and below, but I kept my top half as far away from him as my arms would allow.

The stunning youth ignored the advancing man, and turned to me, a telltale smile on his face, "Sorry I am late, darling. Traffic, you know how it is, right. The boss kept me up," he dramatized on the boss, probably insinuating that he was in a gang. It was enough to scare the hentai away, and the new guy put his hand in my own and led me to the middle of the dance floor. I was uncomfortable with the idea at first, until he moved with me, swiftly and confidently guiding me along, "Thank you," I said breathlessly. He simply winked, flashing a lopsided smile at the same time. Surprisingly, it made my stomach fizzle, erupting sparks from my stomach into my lungs, making me lose my breath. What was even more surprising was the fact that I wasn't getting a nosebleed, and didn't feel like I was swaying out of consciousness, except the extreme loss of breath. I don't know why I started to feel this way… But I kept eye contact the entire time. I felt entranced. Entranced by the way the candle light reflected off of his irises. I don't know what was wrong with me… I had to get back to normal. The song soon ended, and I took it as my cue, "I should go now," I brushed my fingers down his arm, "Thank you, again. Bye," my arm trailed behind me, as my last finger left his grip. I could see Kyohei with the others… Scowling. Was he angry? He looked angry…

"Wait," I heard my savior utter. He had gripped my hand again. I whipped my head around, surprised by his sudden actions. Didn't I make it clear that I had to leave? I turned back to look for Noi-chan, but I only saw Kyohei coming towards me… What does he want now? I again look in my dance partner's eyes. There was sorrow, and kindness, and a yearning I had never seen in a man's eyes before. I wanted to stay with him for that, "Please. Do not go yet. I am having such a wonderful time with you," he said to me. I could see crimson tying into his pale skin. It must have taken him a great effort to say that. I took a step back toward him, only to be pulled back forcefully by strong hands, into a warm chest.

"Ow," I utter, wincing and looking up at the person who had pulled me away from my savior so vigorously. Kyohei.

The guy reached for me, "Ah," he turned, looking up at Kyohei, his eyes fumed with rage. This couldn't end well, "You have harmed her! Who are you? Get away from her," My savior stood his full height, about five inches taller than Kyohei, and a foot taller than myself. He had such a graceful figure, I hadn't noticed before, being entranced by his mesmerizing face. But now my attention is drawn to Kyohei's grip tightening around my arms. He is mad…

"I'll be the one to decide who should stay away from her," Kyohei yells, turning me behind him, "And guess who it is," I look around to see if anyone has noticed. Everyone has noticed. And conveniently, we are in the middle of the dance floor, making a big commotion. I try to end this quick.

"Um… Kyohei," I place my hand on his shoulder.

"Quiet Sunako. You wanted to leave, and he wouldn't let you," Kyohei turned his head to me. He was mad, I felt my features freeze over, "I'm trying to protect you, so just stay away from him," he then sprawled his arms out, so I couldn't get to my savior if I tried. I was completely in shock. I felt immobilized by the stare he gave me… From what I could see, he wasn't just enraged with me… I… hurt him. What did I do?

"Sunako… That is your name?" I heard a voice. It was my savior. He wasn't looking at Kyohei anymore, but past him, at me. There was more kindness and softness in his voice than Kyohei's. I was hypnotized once more, "It is an… Entrancing name," He smiled at me. I felt red start to creep up my cheeks as well. But I didn't want him to see, so I duck further behind Kyohei, who had narrowed his eyes behind his mask. Sadly, this beautiful, pure being, mistook it as withdrawal from his advance, "So you are acquaintances, then?" His voice seemed hurt. I started to feel disgusted with myself… A feeling I hadn't felt this great since the day I was first rejected… I didn't mean to hurt him… I never felt like this. I am not like that guy. My stomach fell as he tilted his head toward the floor, his beautiful black tresses falling into his face.

I then stood my full length, moving away from Kyohei, I run to a hallway, a hallway with not a living thing in sight. Thankfully, I catch my breath. I've never been in a situation like this… What do I do? I wrap my arms around myself… I can feel that feeling again. Overwhelming confusion. I feel trapped. I feel the invisible walls closing in on me, gripping me in their sinister hold. My vision blurs. My eyes roll into my head, my eyelids close and before falling into the darkness I hear a voice call my name… Then the voices become two… I fall into a warm embrace. Its unfamiliar, until I am pulled away, into more accustomed arms. Then I am pulled back. And then again. I utter a last groan before plunging into the patient abyss. It is calm again… And I can breathe again… Calm.

o0Kyohei0o

"Listen. I'm her roommate, so you can go now," I look the guy dead in the eyes. Anyone else would have backed off, but not this persistent moron. He just opened his mouth, looked at Sunako's limp frame, and shut it again. Then my friends come, all shouting after me.

"Sunako-chan!"

"Sunako-chan, are you alright?"

"Sunako-chan, what happened?"

"Ah! Sunako-chan!"

"Sunako-chan, honey, are you alright?"

Miss Nakahara is the last to enter the hall. Her long dress trailing behind her.

I look at my friends, then stare down this asshole in front of me, "Who are these men?" The guy asks in a confused way.

Takenaga, Ranmaru, and Yuki turn to stare down the guy with me, "Her housemates," we all say in unison.

"So you can go now, she's in safe hands," Noi says, trying to get the idiot to leave. But he stays.

"No. I think this is partially my fault… I want to be there when she awakens," The guy says, talking a little too politely if you ask me.

"Partially," I scoff. He ignores me, and tries to reach a hand to Sunako-chan's face, but I immediately pull her away from this psycho's sinister reach. I have to protect her, right?

"So I can stay until she awakens?" He asks me. A little too much spark in his eyes, in my opinion…

"Yes," I whip my head around to look at whoever had dared to say it. Sadly, the only one I had no control of… Miss Nakahara. As our landlady, she decided who stayed in our house. She decided.

o0o

Sunako awoke. Looking around, she knew she was back in her room. But then she heard breathing. It was calm and shallow intakes of breath. She looked around, snapping her head to the left. She could see the outline of a young man, tall and lean. His head was on his folded arms as he leaned on the edge of her bed. He had sat in a lounge chair… Judging by his outfit, he hadn't changed since yesterday's ball. Looking out the window, she saw the moon at its climax in the sky. It was around 4:00 am. Struggling to get out of bed without disturbing him, she heard him stir, snapping her head toward him, she realized he hadn't moved… When she opened the door, she found who was causing the noise… Kyohei had fallen asleep next to her door, he was slumped against the wall, his head hung in almost a 90-degree angle. His arms and legs were sprawled to its full length. She felt bad, the ordeal of the other night flashing through her mind.

"Oomph," She huffed, silently reentering her room, she pulled her best pillow and thickest blanket from her bed, and took it to him. Gently closing the door behind her, she then softly lifted his head, pushing his waist in the opposite direction, she delicately placed his head on her pillow after positioning the blanket to wrap around him, that way he would be covered, and not lying on the solid floor… She didn't want him to get sick, it was cold tonight, especially on her floor, where it was darker, and more open. She pulled the covers over his shoulder, feeling the back of her hand touch his cheek. It was so soft, but hot, too. She only hoped he didn't already catch fever. She then felt the impulse to check his forehead, swiftly moving her hand to his forehead… Burning. Her eyes became concerned, wiping away the bangs that fell in his eyes to no avail. Trying once more, she traced his face with her fingers lovingly, trying to tuck the strands behind his ear, but instead landing a cupped hand to his cheek.

After another minute, she recomposed herself, getting back on her feet, she headed toward the kitchen. It was around 5:00 am now… So she prepared the contents for lunch before cooking breakfast, as to keep it warm. Half an hour into making their breakfast, Sunako cut her hand, slipping when trying to cut the fish. It wasn't very deep, but it stung, quickly bringing her index to her mouth, she tried to suck it away, but it proved useless. It continued to bleed. She tried wiping it on her shirt until the door slid open, letting in the long, lean, pale young man from the other night. He walked in, eyes closed in a lazy fashion.

"Mm… What is that heavenly smell?" He asked playfully, only now opening his eyes to see blood seeping through her white shirt, "Oh, Sunako-san! You are bleeding!" He rushed to her, taking her finger, blood flowing out of it. He tried placing a band aide over it, but it seeped through easily. He started to blush, seeing as his effort to play it 'cool' had failed… As a last resort, the youth pulled her finger to his lips, sucking away the blood…

"…I… It stopped," Sunako whispered, withdrawing her hand timidly, rubbing it with her uninjured one.

"Uh… Yes, it seems to have ceased," The youth scratched the back of his head, "My apologies… I did not know what else to do."

Sunako looked up at him with a smile, "It's alright… Thank you, again…"

She trailed off, looking down, trying to avoid eye contact to keep from blushing. She then decided to bandage her hand and continue cooking breakfast. He watched her at first. She had done it with such a graceful air. He was entranced by her care. Finally awakening from his thoughts, he realized the proper thing to do.

"Oh, Sunako-san. Please let me…" He took the knife from her carefully, a smile on his face, "It is my understanding… From what it is that I gathered as you slept, that you cook and clean everyday, yet you do not need to," He started to chop, "I find it extremely inconsiderate to have a young lady such as yourself have to take care of this mansion all on your own. Do you not agree?" He turned his head to look at her, she sat in a chair in the corner, looking at him with a worried expression, still caressing her recently injured finger, "Ah… So you are forced to do these chores?" His chopping became forceful, "Such ill-mannered men. Especially that Takano-san. I do not wish to speak of him impolitely… But it frustrates me to know that he is the one who mistreats you the most, and yet at the ball, he seemed the most concerned for you," He turned to her again, her head had grown lower than it had been before, "I apologize, Sunako-san. It was not my place to say…"

She looked up at him, he had lowered his head, concentrating fully on what he was chopping. Her eyes glazed over, she stood, walking toward him silently. She then grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging it down with her hands weakly, "… You are so… Strange to me… Why?" Sunako asked, keeping her head down.

At first, he was shocked. He then put away the knife, and turned around to face her, she was now gripping the front of his shirt tightly, he being thankful it was so loose. He smiled at her, a small smile, but it showed great things that were not even imaginable if you weren't there to witness it. He put a finger to her chin, lifting her head to face him. She did not faint. She did not bleed. She only looked at him, eyes full with worry and confusion, "I know you may find it strange… But I have been taken with you, Sunako-san. At first, from sheer thrill, I admit… But learning of your past, by Morii-san, I have realized we have a lot in common, and I want to learn more about you," he finished simply, as if it was something she was used to hearing. But these words were so new. She wanted to etch this memory into her brain to keep as long as possible. Was it possible? Possible that someone had fallen for her first? Falling for someone in a single night?

She looked him in the eyes, "But I know nothing of you. It's not fair… I haven't even learned your name," She clutched his shirt a bit tighter, anxious for an answer. He moved his hand from her chin, through her hair, cradling the back of her head.

"Ah… One of the most important questions of a blossoming relationship between two people," He cocked his head to the side, "I am Zavier. Zavier Kazuma."

Sunako cocked her head to the side as well, letting herself fall into his open embrace, putting her forehead on his chest. What an unusual name… But it had a nice ring to it. She opened her mouth, letting out a small laugh under her breath. Zavier, "Zavier… It's entrancing… Your name," Sunako gave a feeble effort to smile through her unknown embarrassment. She had quoted him from earlier. She moved her eyes around the room slowly. They were hugging. She was letting someone hug her… Had this ever happened before? She felt awkward, yet content. She was worried, but extremely safe. She hated this feeling… She felt completely torn in half… Whether it was for how she felt, or whom she felt this for… She did not know what to think… So she didn't.

She didn't think, when he raised her chin up. She didn't think as she saw his head lower to hers. She didn't think when her lips parted as his did. She didn't think when he pressed his lips to hers, lovingly, and yet, passionately… Hungrily. She didn't think when his tongue penetrated her mouth. She didn't think when she let his tongue trail her bottom lip… She didn't think through any of it. Only acted. Only acting in the moment… She liked the feel as he moved one hand through her hair, and the other he cupped at her waist… She liked the feel of his lips against hers. She loved the feel of his entire embrace. And without knowing it, her hands moved up from the base of his muscular abdomen, to his chest. Without knowing it, her arms were wrapped around his neck. Without knowing it, she was pulling herself into him. Without knowing it, she was falling. Without knowing it, he fell with her… And just as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. For another strong male figure had entered the room. A shattered young figure. Once a figure who had wanted to feel nothing at all. Now a figure wishing to feel nothing at all… And they broke him… Without knowing it… She broke the only heart the figure possessed… The only heart the figure had ever had enough bravery to expose… And he was broken… Without her knowing it… They were lost again in the spirals of the torn-hearted…

o0Author's Note0o

BWAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhangers, I love doing that. The suspense XD! Yeah, call me baka, otaku, hentai, or whatever you want, it will not be changed!

I could kill myself for not setting Sunako-chan up with Kyohei-kun, sigh but that's the way it is. Okay, please R&R.

Many thanks to Momo-chan for helping me edit… Although she too wanted to kill me…

Man, I don't know what's wrong, but I can't get this to space and come out correctly. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Many thanks to:

Lunabasketcase: Yes. Sorry John. Art thou forgiven(or however them english people spoke, with their etiquette and what nots).

Water Block: Thanks for reviewing. Heh heh. No love for mer.

Satan Hat: The space bar simply hates me… I cry.

DRK NGEL: Tank U For Dat… Engrish is gewd…

PiKACHUFAN4288 Heh. Again, I got into a fight with my enter key. But we have made peace, and I offer to dust him every day ;