Yeesh. I just finished editing my story. I didn't realize how often I asterisked in actions, or how often I switched tenses in the first few chapters. And why didn't someone tell me that Kouga and Ayame disappeared a couple chapters back with no explanation? Not to mention all the typos, and other errors. I think I got most of it fixed, although towards the end there my eyes were going all funny....too much time staring at the computer screen I guess. Anyway, I think it's an infinitely easier read now. Congrats to me. Though I still haven't figured out how to italicize anything, or how to keep the format constant in the transfer from word to FF, anyway, anything that should have been italicized is now in capitals or underlined. Nothing I can do about the format yet. Sorry it took so long to update, I don't know what it is about summer, but I get lulled into laziness. Go figure. Plus I'm not all that fond of typing....but enough excuses, on with the story!
NEXT DAY
"Oh Mirroookuuu. Fetch me my shoes would you? Oh and while you're there it'd be great if you'd organize my clothes by style and color, if you'd be so kind...
"Well actually..."
"Rhetorical question, do it."
"Yes Mistress."
"You know, I could get used to this mistress stuff."
"Sango you've always acted like everyone's mistress." I put in wryly, "Oh and Inuyasha, get me orange juice."
"You know you could just go to the commons and eat breakfast like a normal person."
I glared at him. "All right, all right, I'll get your damn orange juice," he grunted, stalking off.
Miroku finished with Sango's closet and brought her the requested pair of shoes, just as I was finishing off my orange juice. We sat there for a minute. "Well," I suggested cheerily, "Let's go see what Kikyo and Kagura are doing, shall we?"
Sango looked at her watch, "Eh we have half an hour before class starts, why not?" She started toward the door, then paused, snapped her fingers and demanded, "Come slaves."
The guys rolled their eyes but followed meekly enough. We knocked on their door, and someone called out, "You may enter."
Sango and I looked at each other and then slowly opened the door. We were greeted by a surprising sight. Kikyo and Kagura weren't alone. Boton and Yukina were also there, and they'd turned the room into a mini salon.
The girls were all leaning back comfortably into the couch, using Kuwabara as a foot stool, after all not even he could screw that up, while Kurama finished up their pedicures, and judging by the results he apparently has an innate talent for nails. Sesshoumaru was idly waving a large fan in the general direction of the girls while looking extremely bored, and Yusuke was running around frantically trying to fulfill the demands of all four girls. He was currently, and rather unsuccessfully, trying to rub Kikyo's neck and pour a glass of juice at the same time.
"Hey! How come you didn't invite us to this little party?" I said pouting
"Well we didn't really think it would be wise to have Miroku around while we're in bath robes."
"Too true, too true."
"I'm not that bad!" Miroku protested indignantly.
I glanced at my watch, fifteen minutes until class starts. Just enough time to set my plan into action. "Miroku, would you step outside with me, I need to have a word."
Miroku looked at me curiously, "Sure."
"Great, c'mon," I said opening the door.
Miroku followed obediently, and I shut the door behind him. "All right Miroku, here's the deal, I'm going to help you get Sango, but I'll need your cooperation to pull this off."
Miroku looked suspicious, "What's in this for you?"
"Look Miroku, Sango's not just my cousin, she's my best friend, and she needs someone...Look do you want my help or not?"
"Certainly, what did you have in mind?"
"Well, I'm sure this will be hard for you, but you can't grope anybody. Not even Sango. For quite a while.
"Not even one?"
"That's right, not even one. Sango's main problem with you is that you grope any girl you can find, and you do it constantly, whether you're in public or in private. If you can manage to reign in your perverted impulses long enough, she'll be able to get close enough to get to know you, and you've got exactly the right personality for her. I know. I know more about Sango than anyone else. Remember, even after I manage to get you too together, you can only grope Sango, and only in PRIVATE. Got it?"
"And this'll get me Sango."
"Yes, if we play our cards right. Remember what I said. No groping, starting now."
I went rigid, and my eyebrow twitched, then I glared at Miroku.
"What you'd deny a guy one for the road?"
"YES! But since it's done with, I guess I can let it go. Sow I'll try to get you guys some alone time toward the end of the week. No groping! Just talk to her, I don't care what about. You're childhood, why you chose this school, you're favorite things. Just get to know each other."
"All right." Miroku said.
"Just to be clear you really do like Sango right? That stuff about loving all women was just a joke..."
"Yes. I respect and admire all women, but I do really like Sango."
"Good. Piece of advice, don't ever tell Sango I did this. She'll think you were playing her."
"Agreed."
"All right. Well we have to get to class."
"What do you have today?"
"Archery. You?"
"Monk Training."
"Now that's amusing. You got put in MONK Studies!"
"I think they made that decision based on my family history."
I burst out laughing just as Sango came running up to us. She stopped short.
"Kagome, are you having a friendly conversation with the pervert?"
"Yeah, he's really not that bad, once you get past the pervertedness anyway."
"So he hasn't groped you once today?"
"Nope."
"Oh My God! The world is tipping off its axis and we've got front row tickets to the Ice Capades in hell!"
"Ha Ha." Miroku said wryly.
As amused as I was by their interaction, we were definitely going to be late for class. "Guuuyys..." I whined.
"All right, all right, c'mon Miroku, we're going in the same direction, let's walk together." Sango said sweetly. Then they walked off together.
Uh oh. Sango wants something from him. Then I looked at my watch and ran toward the dojo.
Sango's POV
"All right. Spill. Why the sudden change in attitude? Are you into Kagome or something?"
"No. I...like someone else, and Kagome gave me some perspective on her."
"Really. Well first you might want to stop groping every girl in sight."
"Yeah that's what she said."
"All right then, see you."
"Bye Sango."
Kagome's POV
'I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be-ooof.' I looked up dazed from my position on the floor, then I scowled, "You again!"
"Baka oaf. Watch where you're going."
I sneered, "Please spare me."
Then I got up off the floor and headed for the dojo door only to see Hiei open it ahead of me.
"Oh god no! Tell me you are not in archery!"
He growled, "Mind your business. I'm one of the Kendo instructors."
Then he stalked into the dojo. "Well somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." I mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough because he stopped, and without bothering to turn around said, "My room is right below yours, and believe it or not, I didn't get much sleep last night, beings how you had what had to be the entire school in your room last night."
I froze. Oh god! He couldn't have heard me, could he? I started to panic.
"How DARE you listen in on our private conversations!" I shrieked.
"Oh please like anything you guys were saying could hold my interest. I went to work out after almost puking over your extolling of the many virtues of Kurama. I got back in time to hear the tail end of some commotion involving slavery, and then it was blessedly quite so I could finally get some sleep!"
I breathed a mental sigh of relief, and then said, "You know, I think that's the longest I've ever heard you talk."
He shook his head and then strode away.
"Well," some senior girl said, "Now that the mini-drama is over, may be we can get down to archery?"
I looked sheepish and nodded.
"All right then, my name is Kira, and right now I'm going to assess your skill levels. So shoot a full quiver at the target when I give the command. Anybody who needs instruction on stance or stringing, or anything like that, please ask me. As for everyone else bows and quivers are against the wall, have at it."
Only one girl had to ask for instruction, and she was the one who started all the trouble. You see, I had taken the target farthest toward the center of the room, and hence Kendo practice. Not so I could watch Hiei get all sweaty and take off his shirt mind you. Although....
Anyway, it was so I wouldn't be distracted by the other archers, and the last available space for the girl was at the target next to me. So when beginner girl starts shooting wildly I'm a little concerned. What happened next threw me for a loop. Somehow, and it should be practically impossible, so I'm not sure what happened, even though the girl was facing forward, her arrow flew to the side, and narrowly missed me. As I followed the arrows path I winced, it had also narrowly missed hitting Hiei, and he was not looking happy as he came over. I wouldn't' want to be in the beginner's shoes right now.
Hey! What's he stopping in front of me for?! Something's horribly wrong here...
"Stupid ningen!" he yelled, "You almost shot me!"
"First of all, what the hell does ningen mean!?! You keep calling me one and I want to know what it means damn it! Second, Sherlock, my quiver is missing three arrows, and there are three arrows in my target. So you see, all my arrows are accounted for and I couldn't have shot at you. Besides, if I had meant to shoot you I wouldn't have missed, you STUPID, ARROGANT...." I walked away muttering derogatory remarks about him.
I figured I better stop this travesty of archery from occurring again, so I went to find Kira and report the incident. I finally found her correcting some girl's stance.
"AHEM."
After a minute, she walked away from the girl, and asked, "What is it you need?"
"I hate to be the one to point this out, but the girl next to me is a menace to society. She almost shot me and the Kendo instructor with the same arrow!"
"I know, but she's already been kicked out of judo. She broke someone's arm. On ACCIDENT."
"Might I suggest you put her in Kendo? They practice with little wooden sticks. How much damage could she do with a little wooden stick?" Oh I knew how much damage, all right. I still had bruises from my Kendo class earlier in the week, but I was hoping Kira wouldn't'. No such luck."
"Are you kidding?! She broke someone's arm. With her bare hands! She's dangerous!"
"So you give her a pointy projectile weapon with the potential to kill, in lieu of a wooden stick." I paused, "Do humanity a favor and put her in Kendo."
"I suppose you've got a point," she said thoughtfully, "All right, I'll see to it."
Then she walked away, and as soon as her back was turned I did my patented happy dance. I know what you're thinking, but the almost obscene amount of joy I'm feeling has nothing to do with that fact that I'm inflicting that walking disaster on Hiei. Well....okay...maybe just a little. That arrogant condescending bastard deserves what he gets.
Well, since I refused to talk to, or even acknowledge Hiei's existence, all day long, classes were relatively boring. The only entertaining portions of the day involved the guys. It was fun watching them carry books too and from classes and get our lunches. Yukina even went so far as to make Sesshoumaru feed her. Not something that appeals to me, but ehh, to each her own, right?
After classes we put the guys to work again. Kuwabara and Sesshoumaru were in the laundry room. Kikyo had sent Kuwabara there with her presorted laundry, carefully written, child proof instructions, and instructions not to return until her laundry was all done. Kuwabara was accomplishing his task cheerfully, while driving Sesshoumaru insane with his incessant humming. Sesshoumaru was stationed by the door, wearing his usual scowl and a rather unusual pink frilly apron, while he ironed Yukina's clothes.
Kagura had Kurama organizing her shoes (apparently she has about a million of them) by style and color. Boton was having Yusuke make her a bubble bath to her exact specifications: light to lavender candles, heat the water to 103 degrees, put in three caps full of bubble bath and one cap full of bath salts, then fold a towel and put it at the head of the tub. Apparently it took Yusuke three tries to get it right. Boton was not pleased.
After I had Inuyasha weed my portion of the garden, I made him give me a foot massage. Sango had Miroku polish her weapons, which was unusual, because usually she won't let anyone but herself near her weapons. What was even more amazing was the fact that they were talking. It was the basic get to know you stuff. Birthday, middle name, favorite color, what you do in your spare time, but it was progress. And it was coming around a lot faster than I thought it would.
After that we girls called a meeting. I told them 'the plan,' and we all agreed the guys would need some extra incentive to go through with it. We decided that tomorrow, would be the day 'the plan' went into action, and the next day (Sunday for those of you who have lost track) would be French maid day, during which they would clean all of our dorms until they sparkled, and then we'd all go to dinner and celebrate the end of their slavery, beings how we were letting them go a full five days early. Now we just had to break the news to the guys. So we filed out of our room, fully prepared for the histrionics we might receive.
"All right guys. Provided you have excellent behavior over the next two days, them we'll cut your slavery short and Sunday will be your last day. But don't think this weekend will be easy. On Saturday, we're going shopping. And you're coming with us. You're going to hold our purses, carry our bags, and when we go to the salon, so do you."
The guys looked nervous.
"What exactly does this 'going to the salon' entail? Do we just sit and watch you guys get your nails done or what?" Miroku asked.
"Oh no, that would be too easy. We get our nails done; you get your nails done. We get a facial, you get a facial. We get a haircut...well you get the picture."
He sighed, "I thought as much."
"Then on Sunday, you get to wear your French maid costumes and clean our dorms until they're spic and span. However, afterwards, we girls are going to treat you to dinner to celebrate your new freedom."
The guys huddled and appeared to be heatedly debating something. We just looked at each other amusedly. The boys broke their huddle, and Sesshoumaru declared, "We accept your terms."
"That's nice, but no wasn't an option." I said.
"All right now, we'd better get some sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow," Boton said cheerfully.
All right guys. Next chapter should be up soon since I've already almost finished writing it. It's a long sucker though, so it might take a while to type, and we'll all hope the summer laziness doesn't creep up on me again. Sorry about the extra long archery section, but I couldn't resist. That whole rogue arrow thing actually happened to me in gym class once. I was standing behind this girl, and out of nowhere, her arrow flies behind her and hits me point first in the shoulder. I was lucky there wasn't much force behind it or I would have been a little bit injured. I still haven't figured out how she managed to get that arrow to go backwards. Oh well. Ja ne.
NEXT DAY
"Oh Mirroookuuu. Fetch me my shoes would you? Oh and while you're there it'd be great if you'd organize my clothes by style and color, if you'd be so kind...
"Well actually..."
"Rhetorical question, do it."
"Yes Mistress."
"You know, I could get used to this mistress stuff."
"Sango you've always acted like everyone's mistress." I put in wryly, "Oh and Inuyasha, get me orange juice."
"You know you could just go to the commons and eat breakfast like a normal person."
I glared at him. "All right, all right, I'll get your damn orange juice," he grunted, stalking off.
Miroku finished with Sango's closet and brought her the requested pair of shoes, just as I was finishing off my orange juice. We sat there for a minute. "Well," I suggested cheerily, "Let's go see what Kikyo and Kagura are doing, shall we?"
Sango looked at her watch, "Eh we have half an hour before class starts, why not?" She started toward the door, then paused, snapped her fingers and demanded, "Come slaves."
The guys rolled their eyes but followed meekly enough. We knocked on their door, and someone called out, "You may enter."
Sango and I looked at each other and then slowly opened the door. We were greeted by a surprising sight. Kikyo and Kagura weren't alone. Boton and Yukina were also there, and they'd turned the room into a mini salon.
The girls were all leaning back comfortably into the couch, using Kuwabara as a foot stool, after all not even he could screw that up, while Kurama finished up their pedicures, and judging by the results he apparently has an innate talent for nails. Sesshoumaru was idly waving a large fan in the general direction of the girls while looking extremely bored, and Yusuke was running around frantically trying to fulfill the demands of all four girls. He was currently, and rather unsuccessfully, trying to rub Kikyo's neck and pour a glass of juice at the same time.
"Hey! How come you didn't invite us to this little party?" I said pouting
"Well we didn't really think it would be wise to have Miroku around while we're in bath robes."
"Too true, too true."
"I'm not that bad!" Miroku protested indignantly.
I glanced at my watch, fifteen minutes until class starts. Just enough time to set my plan into action. "Miroku, would you step outside with me, I need to have a word."
Miroku looked at me curiously, "Sure."
"Great, c'mon," I said opening the door.
Miroku followed obediently, and I shut the door behind him. "All right Miroku, here's the deal, I'm going to help you get Sango, but I'll need your cooperation to pull this off."
Miroku looked suspicious, "What's in this for you?"
"Look Miroku, Sango's not just my cousin, she's my best friend, and she needs someone...Look do you want my help or not?"
"Certainly, what did you have in mind?"
"Well, I'm sure this will be hard for you, but you can't grope anybody. Not even Sango. For quite a while.
"Not even one?"
"That's right, not even one. Sango's main problem with you is that you grope any girl you can find, and you do it constantly, whether you're in public or in private. If you can manage to reign in your perverted impulses long enough, she'll be able to get close enough to get to know you, and you've got exactly the right personality for her. I know. I know more about Sango than anyone else. Remember, even after I manage to get you too together, you can only grope Sango, and only in PRIVATE. Got it?"
"And this'll get me Sango."
"Yes, if we play our cards right. Remember what I said. No groping, starting now."
I went rigid, and my eyebrow twitched, then I glared at Miroku.
"What you'd deny a guy one for the road?"
"YES! But since it's done with, I guess I can let it go. Sow I'll try to get you guys some alone time toward the end of the week. No groping! Just talk to her, I don't care what about. You're childhood, why you chose this school, you're favorite things. Just get to know each other."
"All right." Miroku said.
"Just to be clear you really do like Sango right? That stuff about loving all women was just a joke..."
"Yes. I respect and admire all women, but I do really like Sango."
"Good. Piece of advice, don't ever tell Sango I did this. She'll think you were playing her."
"Agreed."
"All right. Well we have to get to class."
"What do you have today?"
"Archery. You?"
"Monk Training."
"Now that's amusing. You got put in MONK Studies!"
"I think they made that decision based on my family history."
I burst out laughing just as Sango came running up to us. She stopped short.
"Kagome, are you having a friendly conversation with the pervert?"
"Yeah, he's really not that bad, once you get past the pervertedness anyway."
"So he hasn't groped you once today?"
"Nope."
"Oh My God! The world is tipping off its axis and we've got front row tickets to the Ice Capades in hell!"
"Ha Ha." Miroku said wryly.
As amused as I was by their interaction, we were definitely going to be late for class. "Guuuyys..." I whined.
"All right, all right, c'mon Miroku, we're going in the same direction, let's walk together." Sango said sweetly. Then they walked off together.
Uh oh. Sango wants something from him. Then I looked at my watch and ran toward the dojo.
Sango's POV
"All right. Spill. Why the sudden change in attitude? Are you into Kagome or something?"
"No. I...like someone else, and Kagome gave me some perspective on her."
"Really. Well first you might want to stop groping every girl in sight."
"Yeah that's what she said."
"All right then, see you."
"Bye Sango."
Kagome's POV
'I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be-ooof.' I looked up dazed from my position on the floor, then I scowled, "You again!"
"Baka oaf. Watch where you're going."
I sneered, "Please spare me."
Then I got up off the floor and headed for the dojo door only to see Hiei open it ahead of me.
"Oh god no! Tell me you are not in archery!"
He growled, "Mind your business. I'm one of the Kendo instructors."
Then he stalked into the dojo. "Well somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." I mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough because he stopped, and without bothering to turn around said, "My room is right below yours, and believe it or not, I didn't get much sleep last night, beings how you had what had to be the entire school in your room last night."
I froze. Oh god! He couldn't have heard me, could he? I started to panic.
"How DARE you listen in on our private conversations!" I shrieked.
"Oh please like anything you guys were saying could hold my interest. I went to work out after almost puking over your extolling of the many virtues of Kurama. I got back in time to hear the tail end of some commotion involving slavery, and then it was blessedly quite so I could finally get some sleep!"
I breathed a mental sigh of relief, and then said, "You know, I think that's the longest I've ever heard you talk."
He shook his head and then strode away.
"Well," some senior girl said, "Now that the mini-drama is over, may be we can get down to archery?"
I looked sheepish and nodded.
"All right then, my name is Kira, and right now I'm going to assess your skill levels. So shoot a full quiver at the target when I give the command. Anybody who needs instruction on stance or stringing, or anything like that, please ask me. As for everyone else bows and quivers are against the wall, have at it."
Only one girl had to ask for instruction, and she was the one who started all the trouble. You see, I had taken the target farthest toward the center of the room, and hence Kendo practice. Not so I could watch Hiei get all sweaty and take off his shirt mind you. Although....
Anyway, it was so I wouldn't be distracted by the other archers, and the last available space for the girl was at the target next to me. So when beginner girl starts shooting wildly I'm a little concerned. What happened next threw me for a loop. Somehow, and it should be practically impossible, so I'm not sure what happened, even though the girl was facing forward, her arrow flew to the side, and narrowly missed me. As I followed the arrows path I winced, it had also narrowly missed hitting Hiei, and he was not looking happy as he came over. I wouldn't' want to be in the beginner's shoes right now.
Hey! What's he stopping in front of me for?! Something's horribly wrong here...
"Stupid ningen!" he yelled, "You almost shot me!"
"First of all, what the hell does ningen mean!?! You keep calling me one and I want to know what it means damn it! Second, Sherlock, my quiver is missing three arrows, and there are three arrows in my target. So you see, all my arrows are accounted for and I couldn't have shot at you. Besides, if I had meant to shoot you I wouldn't have missed, you STUPID, ARROGANT...." I walked away muttering derogatory remarks about him.
I figured I better stop this travesty of archery from occurring again, so I went to find Kira and report the incident. I finally found her correcting some girl's stance.
"AHEM."
After a minute, she walked away from the girl, and asked, "What is it you need?"
"I hate to be the one to point this out, but the girl next to me is a menace to society. She almost shot me and the Kendo instructor with the same arrow!"
"I know, but she's already been kicked out of judo. She broke someone's arm. On ACCIDENT."
"Might I suggest you put her in Kendo? They practice with little wooden sticks. How much damage could she do with a little wooden stick?" Oh I knew how much damage, all right. I still had bruises from my Kendo class earlier in the week, but I was hoping Kira wouldn't'. No such luck."
"Are you kidding?! She broke someone's arm. With her bare hands! She's dangerous!"
"So you give her a pointy projectile weapon with the potential to kill, in lieu of a wooden stick." I paused, "Do humanity a favor and put her in Kendo."
"I suppose you've got a point," she said thoughtfully, "All right, I'll see to it."
Then she walked away, and as soon as her back was turned I did my patented happy dance. I know what you're thinking, but the almost obscene amount of joy I'm feeling has nothing to do with that fact that I'm inflicting that walking disaster on Hiei. Well....okay...maybe just a little. That arrogant condescending bastard deserves what he gets.
Well, since I refused to talk to, or even acknowledge Hiei's existence, all day long, classes were relatively boring. The only entertaining portions of the day involved the guys. It was fun watching them carry books too and from classes and get our lunches. Yukina even went so far as to make Sesshoumaru feed her. Not something that appeals to me, but ehh, to each her own, right?
After classes we put the guys to work again. Kuwabara and Sesshoumaru were in the laundry room. Kikyo had sent Kuwabara there with her presorted laundry, carefully written, child proof instructions, and instructions not to return until her laundry was all done. Kuwabara was accomplishing his task cheerfully, while driving Sesshoumaru insane with his incessant humming. Sesshoumaru was stationed by the door, wearing his usual scowl and a rather unusual pink frilly apron, while he ironed Yukina's clothes.
Kagura had Kurama organizing her shoes (apparently she has about a million of them) by style and color. Boton was having Yusuke make her a bubble bath to her exact specifications: light to lavender candles, heat the water to 103 degrees, put in three caps full of bubble bath and one cap full of bath salts, then fold a towel and put it at the head of the tub. Apparently it took Yusuke three tries to get it right. Boton was not pleased.
After I had Inuyasha weed my portion of the garden, I made him give me a foot massage. Sango had Miroku polish her weapons, which was unusual, because usually she won't let anyone but herself near her weapons. What was even more amazing was the fact that they were talking. It was the basic get to know you stuff. Birthday, middle name, favorite color, what you do in your spare time, but it was progress. And it was coming around a lot faster than I thought it would.
After that we girls called a meeting. I told them 'the plan,' and we all agreed the guys would need some extra incentive to go through with it. We decided that tomorrow, would be the day 'the plan' went into action, and the next day (Sunday for those of you who have lost track) would be French maid day, during which they would clean all of our dorms until they sparkled, and then we'd all go to dinner and celebrate the end of their slavery, beings how we were letting them go a full five days early. Now we just had to break the news to the guys. So we filed out of our room, fully prepared for the histrionics we might receive.
"All right guys. Provided you have excellent behavior over the next two days, them we'll cut your slavery short and Sunday will be your last day. But don't think this weekend will be easy. On Saturday, we're going shopping. And you're coming with us. You're going to hold our purses, carry our bags, and when we go to the salon, so do you."
The guys looked nervous.
"What exactly does this 'going to the salon' entail? Do we just sit and watch you guys get your nails done or what?" Miroku asked.
"Oh no, that would be too easy. We get our nails done; you get your nails done. We get a facial, you get a facial. We get a haircut...well you get the picture."
He sighed, "I thought as much."
"Then on Sunday, you get to wear your French maid costumes and clean our dorms until they're spic and span. However, afterwards, we girls are going to treat you to dinner to celebrate your new freedom."
The guys huddled and appeared to be heatedly debating something. We just looked at each other amusedly. The boys broke their huddle, and Sesshoumaru declared, "We accept your terms."
"That's nice, but no wasn't an option." I said.
"All right now, we'd better get some sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow," Boton said cheerfully.
All right guys. Next chapter should be up soon since I've already almost finished writing it. It's a long sucker though, so it might take a while to type, and we'll all hope the summer laziness doesn't creep up on me again. Sorry about the extra long archery section, but I couldn't resist. That whole rogue arrow thing actually happened to me in gym class once. I was standing behind this girl, and out of nowhere, her arrow flies behind her and hits me point first in the shoulder. I was lucky there wasn't much force behind it or I would have been a little bit injured. I still haven't figured out how she managed to get that arrow to go backwards. Oh well. Ja ne.