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Cleaning Up After ~ Chapter 4 Confrontation
by bonessasan
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Of course it had to be the moment she had finally begun to relax that the guy finally had the decency to show up. It was the highest she had jumped all day when he came in the door.
As she walked around the dividing wall, she was terrified. It was like she *knew* he'd know what she was up to and then she'd be caught. She had no idea what he would do if he found out what she was up to and she didn't really want to find out. But her fear was nowhere near as potent as her curiosity about the man.
Everything went as it normally did. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary until Mr. B said that he was going to pay beforehand. He never did that.
This was exactly the moment Kaoru had been waiting for! She anxiously fingered the indicator pen in her pocket, dearly hoping that he'd decide to use currency instead of a credit card or a check. She mentally smacked herself. If he wasn't going to tell her his real name then why would he use a credit card or a check? 'Don't be so stupid, Kaoru!' she mentally cursed herself.
Just as she had suspected he used currency. It took a concentrated effort to not let her absolute glee show on her face when she took it from his hand. It would be suspicious since she was usually of a somewhat gloomy disposition whenever Mr. B saw her. She was barely able to contain herself until after he disappeared from view.
She moved like a mad woman. Practically throwing his clothes onto the table in the back she almost ran into the wall trying to get to the cash register in a hurry. After she opened the drawer, she sat and stared at the bills for a moment, wondering if she really wanted to know. She figured there probably was a reason why there's an old saying about how what a person doesn't know won't hurt them. There was also the one about curiosity killing the cat, too. But what did she care, the people who first said those things are probably dead anyway!
She gingerly plucked the bills from the drawer and secreted them into the back of the store. She drew the pen from her pocket with a shaky hand and nervously opened the cap. She was handling the task with such delicacy that anyone watching might have thought she was trying to disarm a sensitive bomb. She carefully made a mark on the $5 and waited. And waited. Nothing!
For a moment she was in shock. She was positive that there would have been at least *something* on the money. About to slouch down on the stool in defeat she remembered there was still the $20. The tension was palpable as the pen slowly yet surely neared its target. The mark was made.
A brilliant swatch of amber bloomed on the bill. Kaoru stared at it in shock for a moment or two. She had been right. Mr. B was either Kanryu Takeda or he worked for him; Takeda was probably the one who killed her father.
Her face purpled in rage. Then paled to a deathly white as she wondered how she'd be able to face Mr. B again knowing that he probably had something to do with her father's death.
She fell back on the stool and stared at the floor. Her mouth went dry at the thought that the mysterious redheaded, scarred, amber-eyed man could be the murderer of her father. 'And I had thought that he might have been kind of good looking! I am so disgusted with myself!' As upset as she was, she couldn't find it in herself to cry. She couldn't figure out why. It almost made her feel like she was dishonoring her father by not crying, but the tears just wouldn't come.
She felt stuck. Now that she knew about Mr. B, what was she going to do? Her father had been a skilled fighter, and if Mr. B had been able to kill him anyway, he would definitely be able to kill her! It would be suicide for her to go after him herself. She was no detective, that's for certain. But detective or not her father had been wronged. She'd be darned before she let this man get away with murder!
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The dry cleaning store wasn't open on Sundays, giving Kaoru a much needed day of rest. At least it usually did. Not this time. Her thoughts were preoccupied with her recent discovery and what she should do now that made that discovery. She didn't know. Besides, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing. But what could that possibly be?
~@~
Tuesday found Kaoru groggy with bags under her eyes. She hadn't slept well the night before, her slumber being interrupted by nightmare after nightmare, most of them having to do with disembodied, glowing amber eyes. She shuddered at the memory.
'Well,' Kaoru thought, 'today's the day, whether I'm ready or not.' She steeled her nerves and waited for Mr. B to show up.
Her head had started to droop, her consciousness giving way to her growing lack of energy when the door chime went off. Her heart jumped into her throat and for a second she thought she might suffocate. She took a deep breath and came around the wall.
She was surprised to find a woman standing there, with long, straight black hair, and brown eyes that Kaoru suspected never missed anything.
"Hello. How can I help you?" Kaoru asked, flashing her patent 'Barbie' fake smile.
"A friend sent me to pick up their laundry. The name is Mr. B," the woman replied.
Something about the woman's manner bugged Kaoru. She couldn't put her finger on why, though. It wasn't exactly sane to judge someone after only hearing them say one sentence.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that. It's store policy that only the people who own the clothes, or who brought them in, can pick them up. Mr. B will have to come in and get them himself. I'm terribly sorry." Kaoru actually felt a little smug after she said that, but did her best to hide it.
The woman stared at her dubiously for a second before she said, "Surely it won't be that big of a deal if you let it happen just this once!" It was annoying. Kaoru had to struggle to keep her temper in check. She hated it when people thought that they deserved special consideration like that. It was pathetic.
"If my boss ever found out it would be my job. Besides, how do I know that you aren't some enraged ex-girlfriend that wants to get back at her ex- boyfriend by ruining all his clothes? Or perhaps you have a fetish for men's business shirts. Although it's entirely possible that what you say is true and that you are here to pick up clothes for your friend," Kaoru said, the word 'friend' being accented in a way so that it was obvious that she doubted this was the truth.
The woman seemed incensed. Kaoru could have sworn that she saw fire in the woman's eyes and her expression screamed that she would like nothing better than to beat this brat of a dry cleaning girl into submission. But she wouldn't.
"Very well," the woman said in a snotty manner, "I'll let Mr. B know. He isn't going to be happy about this." It was a thinly veiled warning. A sardonic "Ha!" was the only answer she got. Turning on her heel she stormed out the door.
"Well, that takes care of that!" Kaoru said with a smug grin as she wiped her hands together in a sign that she had just finished an important job.
She probably would have continued to be smug for hours but she realized that now she really would have to face Mr. B. Crap.
~~~~ Meanwhile . . .
"I'm sorry Ken-san, but that little tanuki brat wouldn't let me get your clothes. Tried to give me some bull about company policy. She said that you have to be the one to pick the clothes up. I'm really sorry," Megumi said.
Battousai merely raised an eyebrow at first, then casually said, "Alright then. I guess I have to go pick up my clothes."
Megumi could only watch him go out the door. 'He didn't even say thank you!' she thought with a pout.
~@~
Kaoru glanced at the clock. It was getting closer to 7:00PM. Closing Time! The minute hand was making a slow yet steady trek to the 12, the secondhand speeding by it every now and then. It was almost hypnotic. She was concentrating so hard on the clock and what time it was that she didn't hear the door chime go off. It was the manly sounding grunt of an "Ahem" that alerted her to the customer's presence.
Now, dear reader, do I really have to tell you who it was? Of course not, how silly of me. It was none other than Mr. B, flaming red hair, amber eyes and all.
When Kaoru saw it was him she was doubly surprised. She had thought that since it was getting so close to closing time that he wouldn't come; it didn't help that there was a glint of some sort in his eye. Was it anger, was it fear, or was it . . . amusement?
Kaoru was dumbfounded. Why would he be amused? Unbeknownst to her due to being deep in thought, she had just stood there, regarding the enigmatic man with a confused visage.
The glint grew to a spark. Now Kaoru was sure of it, it was amusement. 'What is he laughing at, anyway?' a pause 'Is he laughing at me?!?!?' Her face reddened.
"How can I help you?" she asked, trying to keep the anger out of her voice but just barely failing to do so.
"I'm picking up the clothes you didn't let the kitsune pick up," was his cool reply.
'Kitsune? Kitsune? Nope, don't remember any foxes coming in here lately. You'd think I would remember something like that! Hmm, kitsune . . . Oh!' she thought. 'Her.' The last part of her thought smacked with loathing.
"Oh," she said casually; she didn't want to let this guy see her get riled up and she sure as heck wasn't going to let him. "You mean the pushy, loud woman with the long black hair."
One side of the man's mouth twitched upward only the slightest bit. "Yes, that would be her," he replied, his tone not quite as dark and cold as it usually was.
"It's a company policy. We can't let just anyone come in here and pick up clothes that might not belong to them." With the way she said it it almost sounded like a sigh. She was trying to sound like she didn't care much about the situation, one way or the other in hopes that Mr. B wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
"I understand," came the surprising reply. "Truly good businesses are ones that uphold honor and integrity. I admire anyone who does so."
Kaoru blushed a little, but turned away acting as if she was going to get his clothes to cover it. She hoped he hadn't seen. Something about what he said just sat kinda funny.
He paid her for the clothes, and as he was walking out the door he said, "I'll see you on Thursday."
Kaoru's jaw dropped. He never said anything after he paid. Ever. He seemed almost . . . talkative today. She shook her head as she quickly clarified the thought thinking, 'Of course that's in comparison to how little he normally talks.' She was in awe. What was up with him?
~@~
He was barely able to contain the smirk until he had left the quaint little store. A small chuckle even escaped his mouth. He really shouldn't do stuff like that to her. But she made it so easy! . . . Not to mention fun.
The smirk deepened into a grin, then an all out smile as he thought back over her reactions.
When she first came around the wall, she looked surprised to see him standing there. Battousai couldn't think what was so odd about his coming to get his clothes. Surely she had known that he would come to pick up his clothes after she threw Megumi out, refusing to let her get them. She was so obviously baffled that he couldn't help but let a little mirth release from his eyes.
It was almost like he could see the gears and wheels inside her head turning as she tried to figure out some mystery. She apparently reached some sort of conclusion and her face reddened in annoyance. Had he been another man he would have laughed at that out right.
"How can I help you," she asked, sounding slightly peeved.
"I'm picking up the clothes you didn't let the kitsune pick up," he answered. If she was already confused he knew it would add to her confusion when he used Megumi's nickname. Honestly, she was so cute when she was annoyed! Wait a tic, where did that come from? Cute? Cute isn't a word in Battousai's vocabulary . . . was it?
He pushed those thoughts aside as he watched her process what he had said. The light bulb flickered on and her countenance took on an even more annoyed look than before. "Oh, you mean the pushy, loud woman with the long black hair."
'What is this?' he wondered. 'I can tell she's mad, but it almost seems like she's a little jealous. But of Megumi? Who'd be jealous of her?!' The idea was preposterous and his mouth twitched a little in a flash-and-fun smirking. "Yes, that would be her," he had replied.
"It's a company policy. We can't let just anyone come in here and pick up clothes that might not belong to them." Had she sounded airy when she said that? 'Hmm, Megumi must have really ticked her off. I bet I'm not helping, either,' he thought, in his mind he could see himself grinning at the thought devilishly.
"I understand. Truly good businesses are ones that uphold honor and integrity. I admire anyone who does so." Um, where did that come from? Since when did he really respect honesty? 'The oddest part is, I actually mean it.'
The girl had turned quickly to get the clothes in an effort to hide the blush that had stained her cheeks from the compliment but Battousai had seen it all the same. Truly she was an odd creature. She was unpredictable. That fascinated him.
She came back with his clothes and he paid for them. As he was walking out the door it felt as if there hadn't been enough closure to their encounter. On a whim he said, "I'll see you on Thursday," as he crossed the threshold. '. . . and I'll be looking forward to it,' he thought, the devilish grin no longer just in his mind, but now on his face for all to see.
++++++ Review Replies for Chapters 2 and 3:
Caitlin~ You really think that I've pulled it off nicely? *phew*! I have to admit that I was a little nervous about that! Yeah, I know what you mean about 12 year olds writing stuff. I can promise you I'm not a 12 year old.
Moonlight's Sorrow~ Okay, okay, so I made Kaoru a little slow. It was for my own purposes (at least I think so). I just thought that it would be fun to stick that in there.
Carol~ Don't make fun of me! Someone else already teased me about the dumb marker turning amber thing. Sheez! You people and your demands!
blue eyes~ Get moving? Oh, my friend, my friend *shakes head slowly in disbelief*. You can't rush literary genius. It has a mind of its own. I'll try to get stuff out pretty quickly, but sometimes the story just doesn't want to be written and there's not a whole lot I can do about it. That probably sounds weird. Oh well.
guess it ;p~ Nice handle. Do I really have to guess? I'm not good at guessing stuff. Cheesy? Yeah, I know. What name would you have used? For a second there I thought you were saying that you already knew the whole plot, not that you could see past the stupid little things I like to put in to what the story was mainly about. I was freaking out thinking, "That's impossible! I haven't put that many clues in yet! How could they possibly know?!?!"
StratusNight~ Oh. It's you again. You know I'm just kidding! Of course I put Mr. Shibahime (I finally remembered the last name! Awahoo!) on my guy list! You saw my reaction to him! I know, it's surprising isn't it? It surprised me too. Why oh why did it have to be a side character that I had to fall in love with? About the story being told from both sides: while I'm writing a scene I'll get little ideas about what one character is thinking, and what the other one is thinking and I just decided that if I put it all in together it would make it jumbled and confusing. That would be bad. Anyway, where's your review for chapter 3? Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you! (well duh). I'm just messing around. Well, here's another chapter for you demanding people.
Of course it had to be the moment she had finally begun to relax that the guy finally had the decency to show up. It was the highest she had jumped all day when he came in the door.
As she walked around the dividing wall, she was terrified. It was like she *knew* he'd know what she was up to and then she'd be caught. She had no idea what he would do if he found out what she was up to and she didn't really want to find out. But her fear was nowhere near as potent as her curiosity about the man.
Everything went as it normally did. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary until Mr. B said that he was going to pay beforehand. He never did that.
This was exactly the moment Kaoru had been waiting for! She anxiously fingered the indicator pen in her pocket, dearly hoping that he'd decide to use currency instead of a credit card or a check. She mentally smacked herself. If he wasn't going to tell her his real name then why would he use a credit card or a check? 'Don't be so stupid, Kaoru!' she mentally cursed herself.
Just as she had suspected he used currency. It took a concentrated effort to not let her absolute glee show on her face when she took it from his hand. It would be suspicious since she was usually of a somewhat gloomy disposition whenever Mr. B saw her. She was barely able to contain herself until after he disappeared from view.
She moved like a mad woman. Practically throwing his clothes onto the table in the back she almost ran into the wall trying to get to the cash register in a hurry. After she opened the drawer, she sat and stared at the bills for a moment, wondering if she really wanted to know. She figured there probably was a reason why there's an old saying about how what a person doesn't know won't hurt them. There was also the one about curiosity killing the cat, too. But what did she care, the people who first said those things are probably dead anyway!
She gingerly plucked the bills from the drawer and secreted them into the back of the store. She drew the pen from her pocket with a shaky hand and nervously opened the cap. She was handling the task with such delicacy that anyone watching might have thought she was trying to disarm a sensitive bomb. She carefully made a mark on the $5 and waited. And waited. Nothing!
For a moment she was in shock. She was positive that there would have been at least *something* on the money. About to slouch down on the stool in defeat she remembered there was still the $20. The tension was palpable as the pen slowly yet surely neared its target. The mark was made.
A brilliant swatch of amber bloomed on the bill. Kaoru stared at it in shock for a moment or two. She had been right. Mr. B was either Kanryu Takeda or he worked for him; Takeda was probably the one who killed her father.
Her face purpled in rage. Then paled to a deathly white as she wondered how she'd be able to face Mr. B again knowing that he probably had something to do with her father's death.
She fell back on the stool and stared at the floor. Her mouth went dry at the thought that the mysterious redheaded, scarred, amber-eyed man could be the murderer of her father. 'And I had thought that he might have been kind of good looking! I am so disgusted with myself!' As upset as she was, she couldn't find it in herself to cry. She couldn't figure out why. It almost made her feel like she was dishonoring her father by not crying, but the tears just wouldn't come.
She felt stuck. Now that she knew about Mr. B, what was she going to do? Her father had been a skilled fighter, and if Mr. B had been able to kill him anyway, he would definitely be able to kill her! It would be suicide for her to go after him herself. She was no detective, that's for certain. But detective or not her father had been wronged. She'd be darned before she let this man get away with murder!
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The dry cleaning store wasn't open on Sundays, giving Kaoru a much needed day of rest. At least it usually did. Not this time. Her thoughts were preoccupied with her recent discovery and what she should do now that made that discovery. She didn't know. Besides, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was missing. But what could that possibly be?
~@~
Tuesday found Kaoru groggy with bags under her eyes. She hadn't slept well the night before, her slumber being interrupted by nightmare after nightmare, most of them having to do with disembodied, glowing amber eyes. She shuddered at the memory.
'Well,' Kaoru thought, 'today's the day, whether I'm ready or not.' She steeled her nerves and waited for Mr. B to show up.
Her head had started to droop, her consciousness giving way to her growing lack of energy when the door chime went off. Her heart jumped into her throat and for a second she thought she might suffocate. She took a deep breath and came around the wall.
She was surprised to find a woman standing there, with long, straight black hair, and brown eyes that Kaoru suspected never missed anything.
"Hello. How can I help you?" Kaoru asked, flashing her patent 'Barbie' fake smile.
"A friend sent me to pick up their laundry. The name is Mr. B," the woman replied.
Something about the woman's manner bugged Kaoru. She couldn't put her finger on why, though. It wasn't exactly sane to judge someone after only hearing them say one sentence.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that. It's store policy that only the people who own the clothes, or who brought them in, can pick them up. Mr. B will have to come in and get them himself. I'm terribly sorry." Kaoru actually felt a little smug after she said that, but did her best to hide it.
The woman stared at her dubiously for a second before she said, "Surely it won't be that big of a deal if you let it happen just this once!" It was annoying. Kaoru had to struggle to keep her temper in check. She hated it when people thought that they deserved special consideration like that. It was pathetic.
"If my boss ever found out it would be my job. Besides, how do I know that you aren't some enraged ex-girlfriend that wants to get back at her ex- boyfriend by ruining all his clothes? Or perhaps you have a fetish for men's business shirts. Although it's entirely possible that what you say is true and that you are here to pick up clothes for your friend," Kaoru said, the word 'friend' being accented in a way so that it was obvious that she doubted this was the truth.
The woman seemed incensed. Kaoru could have sworn that she saw fire in the woman's eyes and her expression screamed that she would like nothing better than to beat this brat of a dry cleaning girl into submission. But she wouldn't.
"Very well," the woman said in a snotty manner, "I'll let Mr. B know. He isn't going to be happy about this." It was a thinly veiled warning. A sardonic "Ha!" was the only answer she got. Turning on her heel she stormed out the door.
"Well, that takes care of that!" Kaoru said with a smug grin as she wiped her hands together in a sign that she had just finished an important job.
She probably would have continued to be smug for hours but she realized that now she really would have to face Mr. B. Crap.
~~~~ Meanwhile . . .
"I'm sorry Ken-san, but that little tanuki brat wouldn't let me get your clothes. Tried to give me some bull about company policy. She said that you have to be the one to pick the clothes up. I'm really sorry," Megumi said.
Battousai merely raised an eyebrow at first, then casually said, "Alright then. I guess I have to go pick up my clothes."
Megumi could only watch him go out the door. 'He didn't even say thank you!' she thought with a pout.
~@~
Kaoru glanced at the clock. It was getting closer to 7:00PM. Closing Time! The minute hand was making a slow yet steady trek to the 12, the secondhand speeding by it every now and then. It was almost hypnotic. She was concentrating so hard on the clock and what time it was that she didn't hear the door chime go off. It was the manly sounding grunt of an "Ahem" that alerted her to the customer's presence.
Now, dear reader, do I really have to tell you who it was? Of course not, how silly of me. It was none other than Mr. B, flaming red hair, amber eyes and all.
When Kaoru saw it was him she was doubly surprised. She had thought that since it was getting so close to closing time that he wouldn't come; it didn't help that there was a glint of some sort in his eye. Was it anger, was it fear, or was it . . . amusement?
Kaoru was dumbfounded. Why would he be amused? Unbeknownst to her due to being deep in thought, she had just stood there, regarding the enigmatic man with a confused visage.
The glint grew to a spark. Now Kaoru was sure of it, it was amusement. 'What is he laughing at, anyway?' a pause 'Is he laughing at me?!?!?' Her face reddened.
"How can I help you?" she asked, trying to keep the anger out of her voice but just barely failing to do so.
"I'm picking up the clothes you didn't let the kitsune pick up," was his cool reply.
'Kitsune? Kitsune? Nope, don't remember any foxes coming in here lately. You'd think I would remember something like that! Hmm, kitsune . . . Oh!' she thought. 'Her.' The last part of her thought smacked with loathing.
"Oh," she said casually; she didn't want to let this guy see her get riled up and she sure as heck wasn't going to let him. "You mean the pushy, loud woman with the long black hair."
One side of the man's mouth twitched upward only the slightest bit. "Yes, that would be her," he replied, his tone not quite as dark and cold as it usually was.
"It's a company policy. We can't let just anyone come in here and pick up clothes that might not belong to them." With the way she said it it almost sounded like a sigh. She was trying to sound like she didn't care much about the situation, one way or the other in hopes that Mr. B wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
"I understand," came the surprising reply. "Truly good businesses are ones that uphold honor and integrity. I admire anyone who does so."
Kaoru blushed a little, but turned away acting as if she was going to get his clothes to cover it. She hoped he hadn't seen. Something about what he said just sat kinda funny.
He paid her for the clothes, and as he was walking out the door he said, "I'll see you on Thursday."
Kaoru's jaw dropped. He never said anything after he paid. Ever. He seemed almost . . . talkative today. She shook her head as she quickly clarified the thought thinking, 'Of course that's in comparison to how little he normally talks.' She was in awe. What was up with him?
~@~
He was barely able to contain the smirk until he had left the quaint little store. A small chuckle even escaped his mouth. He really shouldn't do stuff like that to her. But she made it so easy! . . . Not to mention fun.
The smirk deepened into a grin, then an all out smile as he thought back over her reactions.
When she first came around the wall, she looked surprised to see him standing there. Battousai couldn't think what was so odd about his coming to get his clothes. Surely she had known that he would come to pick up his clothes after she threw Megumi out, refusing to let her get them. She was so obviously baffled that he couldn't help but let a little mirth release from his eyes.
It was almost like he could see the gears and wheels inside her head turning as she tried to figure out some mystery. She apparently reached some sort of conclusion and her face reddened in annoyance. Had he been another man he would have laughed at that out right.
"How can I help you," she asked, sounding slightly peeved.
"I'm picking up the clothes you didn't let the kitsune pick up," he answered. If she was already confused he knew it would add to her confusion when he used Megumi's nickname. Honestly, she was so cute when she was annoyed! Wait a tic, where did that come from? Cute? Cute isn't a word in Battousai's vocabulary . . . was it?
He pushed those thoughts aside as he watched her process what he had said. The light bulb flickered on and her countenance took on an even more annoyed look than before. "Oh, you mean the pushy, loud woman with the long black hair."
'What is this?' he wondered. 'I can tell she's mad, but it almost seems like she's a little jealous. But of Megumi? Who'd be jealous of her?!' The idea was preposterous and his mouth twitched a little in a flash-and-fun smirking. "Yes, that would be her," he had replied.
"It's a company policy. We can't let just anyone come in here and pick up clothes that might not belong to them." Had she sounded airy when she said that? 'Hmm, Megumi must have really ticked her off. I bet I'm not helping, either,' he thought, in his mind he could see himself grinning at the thought devilishly.
"I understand. Truly good businesses are ones that uphold honor and integrity. I admire anyone who does so." Um, where did that come from? Since when did he really respect honesty? 'The oddest part is, I actually mean it.'
The girl had turned quickly to get the clothes in an effort to hide the blush that had stained her cheeks from the compliment but Battousai had seen it all the same. Truly she was an odd creature. She was unpredictable. That fascinated him.
She came back with his clothes and he paid for them. As he was walking out the door it felt as if there hadn't been enough closure to their encounter. On a whim he said, "I'll see you on Thursday," as he crossed the threshold. '. . . and I'll be looking forward to it,' he thought, the devilish grin no longer just in his mind, but now on his face for all to see.
++++++ Review Replies for Chapters 2 and 3:
Caitlin~ You really think that I've pulled it off nicely? *phew*! I have to admit that I was a little nervous about that! Yeah, I know what you mean about 12 year olds writing stuff. I can promise you I'm not a 12 year old.
Moonlight's Sorrow~ Okay, okay, so I made Kaoru a little slow. It was for my own purposes (at least I think so). I just thought that it would be fun to stick that in there.
Carol~ Don't make fun of me! Someone else already teased me about the dumb marker turning amber thing. Sheez! You people and your demands!
blue eyes~ Get moving? Oh, my friend, my friend *shakes head slowly in disbelief*. You can't rush literary genius. It has a mind of its own. I'll try to get stuff out pretty quickly, but sometimes the story just doesn't want to be written and there's not a whole lot I can do about it. That probably sounds weird. Oh well.
guess it ;p~ Nice handle. Do I really have to guess? I'm not good at guessing stuff. Cheesy? Yeah, I know. What name would you have used? For a second there I thought you were saying that you already knew the whole plot, not that you could see past the stupid little things I like to put in to what the story was mainly about. I was freaking out thinking, "That's impossible! I haven't put that many clues in yet! How could they possibly know?!?!"
StratusNight~ Oh. It's you again. You know I'm just kidding! Of course I put Mr. Shibahime (I finally remembered the last name! Awahoo!) on my guy list! You saw my reaction to him! I know, it's surprising isn't it? It surprised me too. Why oh why did it have to be a side character that I had to fall in love with? About the story being told from both sides: while I'm writing a scene I'll get little ideas about what one character is thinking, and what the other one is thinking and I just decided that if I put it all in together it would make it jumbled and confusing. That would be bad. Anyway, where's your review for chapter 3? Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you! (well duh). I'm just messing around. Well, here's another chapter for you demanding people.