So sorry it's taken so long! Babysitting all week has really worn me out, but given me an idea for a new story. This chapter is long, but switches perspective, so don't get confused when the second part backtracks. Now for some replies!
Chapter 4: Caring for a Kitsune
Youko Kurama
The hand that had flailed so frantically for mine is now tense and quivering. I can sense it's owners panic, her confusion. Her scent just oozes of fear. She wants to bolt, to run like a frightened rabbit, but she knows she could not escape me.
Yet, in reality, she is the stronger here. Just supporting her small hand and sitting upright is taxing. The only control I have over her is in her own fear. The battle used up all my reservoirs. I had even used up the last of my mastery over plants by saving her scrawny neck from that fall. Dam her! What is it about this stupid little ningen that made me think…what had I thought?
I'd thought that she was…help—one of the Tantei. Her scent… that must be it! Behind all the fear is the slightest whiff of Hiei. Yes, his scent of trees, dew and fire is unmistakable. Now where had this little ningen been that she'd been long enough in the Koorime's presence as to contract his scent? This is more interesting by the second.
My eyes study her. Besides the fact that she is touching the Legendary Spirit Thief, Youko Kurama, and has not been (as of yet) decapitated, she unbearably normal. She had short, dark brown hair, murky brown eyes and skin that was not pale, nor tan. Her entire appearance reminds one of a mud puddle. Ah, yet here is something interesting. Her forehead is one conglomeration of blues, purples and black. Now how did that happen? What am I thinking, the stupid little ningen most liking ran into a pole. Other than the mountain of bruises on her forehead, she is small. Most likely around the age of nine, seeing as how her chest hasn't—
What are you doing, Shuichi demands. He is very weak as well, almost unconscious, but apparently not so much that he's unable interrupt my fun.
My gaze slips away from the terrified ningen, turning inward to converse with my own ningen side.
Just having some fun.
Fun? Oh, yes. We'll have lots of fun once you pass out and she contacts the authorities. I can see the headlines now: YOUNG GIRL FINDS REINCARNATED FOX SPIRIT WITHIN THE BODY OF STAR STUDENT MINAMINO SHUICHI! BEING HELD FOR RESEARCH AND PRESENTATION AT LOCAL ZOO.
You forgot 'sexy reincarnated fox,' and a presentation sounds deliciously intriguing.
Sometimes you disgust me. Can you imagine the mass memory wipes?
Yes, the people would be so disappointed to forget us.
I noticed that the ningen's eyes have been growing wider and she's shaking her head slowly.
You're only going to make the situation worse with that attitude.
Shuichi's thoughts are slothful. He's obviously struggling to converse with me.
You've proven you're point. Rest. The last thing I need is for my host to die.
Turning most of my attention to the girl, she freezes. I attempt to even out my ragged panting, only to collapse back into wheezing. But I force myself to smirk. I need control over this situation.
My fingers snap around the girl's wrist. She jumps and pulls back. I expect her to scream, but no sound passes her open lips. No matter, she's already set herself off-balance.
No, Youko. I'm fine. Please, you know your social skills leave much to be desired.
Sleep, Shuichi.
I force him to surrender. He's gone almost immediately. Now I can finally get rid of this little nuisance that stands before me.
I give her arm one hard jerk with the last of my strength, falling backwards as I do.
She crashes into my chest. The impact knocks the breath out of me and pain streaks up from the large wound in my side. The burns across my chest throb in anguish. Her head slams into my nose and it starts to bleed as well.
Wonderful, I think, reaching up with one hand to stop the flow. My breath comes in jagged gasps. Even the weight of this little girl is making it hard to breathe.
We've been injured rather severely; no matter how much my pride protests. The fact is, Shuichi is down for the count and we don't have long before I lose consciousness. With the blood still flowing freely from my side, chest, nose and head, I realize in horror that I can't simply banish or kill her.
This little girl is our only hope.
I'm doomed.
Shin Toki
The demon's golden eyes freeze me. My mind is racing, trying to figure out how to get away. The youkai is eyeing me almost hungry. He's bleeding heavily from his side and chest. Does he want my blood to replace his?
What are you doing!
I jump. The youkai's features form a slight frown and his strange ears twitch backwards. He's still looking at me, but now it's like he's looking through me. Which is even more frightening than his direct glare.
Just having some fun. The mischievous thought drifts through my mind.
Fun? Oh, yes. We'll have lots of fun once you pass out and she contacts the authorities… the two voices bicker with themselves.
I'm going crazy, I think. I'm hearing voices, seeing a man with white dog ears and… is that a tail
… deliciously intriguing.
…you disgust me….
I'm getting dizzy. Water swirls around my knees; my feet are sunk deep in the mud. I sway, gripping his hand lightly to keep my balance.
No, I'm not crazy, I'm dreaming, I think as an irritated …make the situation worse… passes through my head.
Yes, that's it. All of today's been just one big nightmare. I never ate those rotten grapes. I never slammed my head into more things than I can count. The power never went out. I was never here, about to be eaten by a demon!
The youkai's gaze snaps back to reality, to me. He's smirking like a fox, showing large, sharp teeth.
…proven you're point. Rest. The last thing…die.
He's going to eat me, I think.
I swallow hard. Suddenly, his fingers grip my hand like a vice. They're so long that wrap around my wrist and meet together with length to spare. It restrains me as I gasp and wrench back, almost tipping over in the gushing stream. The youkai grins evilly.
No, Youko….social skills…
Sleep, Shuichi.
He jerks hard on my arm. I'm lifted out the mud, out of the water and I fly towards the youkai. I land hard—on his chest. All the air races out of his lungs with a whoosh. Despite the water, the mud, and all the blood, he smells of roses.
That's it! I am officially dreaming!
My already bruised head knocks into his face. I hear what sounds appallingly like his nose popping and blood trickles down his face and into my hair. I realize that his left hand is still gripping my right. With his other hand, he stems the blood flow.
Wonderful…
He opens his eyes. I can't look away. The piercing gold widens. Shock flashes across his face, quickly replaced by a sense of irony. Suddenly, I'm not afraid. It's a dream, and dreams can't hurt you.
I'm doomed.
The thought is very blunt, but I correct it.
No, I'm dreaming. I smile, unexpectedly happy. How else can you explain a girl like me sitting on a fox youkai? That's weird, how'd I know he's a fox youkai? Hey! If I'm dreaming, that means I can do whatever I want!
The guy is just sitting there with this stunned look on his face. I sit up, touching his chest as I do. His face crumples pain. Startled, I scramble off him, easily breaking his grip. He clutches the wound that I reopened.
I stand on the mud bank, akimbo, staring without guilt at him. He's wearing silvery white pants and what could have been the burned remains of a shirt near his sash/belt. Most of his clothing is in tatters, showing a well-muscled torso, chest, arms and lower legs. He's bleeding badly from his chest and one side; his eyes are clamped shut in pain. I can tell he's been there for a while, because the blood from his wound has stained the mud and water. For some reason, this isn't making me as queasy as it should.
You're hurt, I think at him.
His eyes crack open again and I see irritation mingling with distrust and curiosity.
"Truly? How ever did you notice?" The sarcasm drips from his low voice.
You have the greatest voice! Well, the blood kind of tipped me off.
His thoughts drift past me, Thank you, Captain Obvious, but I catch them.
Grinning like the lunatic I'm sure I am, I spin like a ballerina in the sludge, snapping my heels together when I face him again. The action causes mud to splatter us both. I salute him with my pinkie finger.
Yep, that's me! Captain Obvious, at your service, sir!
He turns his head to stare at the sky, sighing melodramatically.
"Doomed," he repeats.
I scrunch my eyebrows at him, a little pout crossing my face.
What? Don't you trust me?
He turns his head back to me. His plaintive face and raised eyebrows are enough to give anyone the 'yeah, right' message.
Really! Its no problem, I tell him. I'll fix you.
I stroll over to him, placing my hands on his chest, the biggest wound. The flesh is charred black and reeks of burnt skin. Not that it bothers me any. The youkai, however, looks faintly alarmed.
"Little girl, have you ever done this before?"
I'm not a little girl! And come to think of it, no. I think nonchalantly. But it couldn't be too hard. Besides, this is my dream, remember?
I pay close attention to my hands, feeling the scorched flesh beneath them. With my mind, I go beyond my hands, feeling his skin tissue, muscle tissue and cells. First I dispatch the blacked flesh, peeling it away in patches while the youkai gasps, wincing.
Sorry, I think at him, This might hurt.
Peeling away the last of the useless flesh, I focus on the blood vessels I've torn open. I urge them so heal, repairing them. I pull at the cells, encouraging them to multiply. My hands tingle. The blood cells clone themselves quickly and I feel his heart pick up a natural beat. Next is the muscle. Everything is damaged badly where I'd peeled away the useless tissue. I wonder what could have caused such a wound? Pushing the matter from my mind, I continue urging the cells to multiply. The cells do as I ask and most of his tissue grows over the area.
Well? I tell them, Keep going.
Their reply comes back to me in the form of intense weariness.
Oh, I think, swaying with the answer. I can take over from here.
I take each side of the muscle tissue with my mind, gently pulling them close. I have to knit the individual cells together, following the delicate pattern I remember seeing in a biology book. It took me a good ten minutes, but the bleeding had stopped.
The skin is easier. I'm able to stitch these layers together very quickly. That's good; all this mind work is making me tired. Finished, I take my hands from his chest and inspected my work. The skin there was a little paler, but it was strong.
The guy is giving me this incredulous look. "I can't believe you just did that," he admits.
Well I said I was going to. I thought, feeling slightly insulted. Putting it behind me, I smiled brightly. How's it feel? Not too tight?
He flexes, stretching the new muscle and skin. "It feels fine, but now I'm very tired."
Now that you mention it, so am I. As if to prove the point, I tip my head back and yawn.
I'm loosing my focus… he thought.
"Your little stunt has drained the last of my energy." His voice is deadly calm. "It pains me, but I must ask a favor," he says quietly.
I grin, putting a hand behind my head. Sorry 'bout that. Never done it before. If I had some practice I'm sure I cou—
"Listen, mortal!"
I jump. His voice was hardly more than a whisper, but it seemed like he was yelling. Startled, I search his face. Blood lingers from his nose. Glossy, his eyes focus and unfocused. His thoughts are muddled; there is something he has to tell me. People he needs. One I smelt of, one that wore my uniform … Can't think!
My head aches. I shake it back and forth. Memories that aren't mine push their way to the surface. What does that boy with the white bandanna have to do with anything? Why is the bandanna more important than his black clothing and hair? Who is he? What's happening!
"Find the others," the youkai whispers.
It feels like everything is whirling around me. The shrill ringing comes back. My temples throb. Bursts of color go off behind my eyes like fireworks.
Mom! Don't!
I can't see anything, can't hear past the ringing, can't feel past the throbbing.
Someone, help me!
The internal fireworks display goes into its grand finale as the ringing reaches fever pitch.
"Sumi! NO!"
A last explosion of sound, colors and pain zap me like lightning. Then everything dies away in an un-earthly silence.
I hate fireworks I think. Then I black out.
How lame.
Out of control, no, no, let me, I can do it!
Bad mistake, shouldn't have done that, should've let her go.
Breathing hard, heart about to explode, body trembling
Home, the Girl, lighting
Rain, mud, running again. Always running
Pain, fear, fire. So many mistakes.
Slipping, falling, drowning.
No, not drowning, clinging to root, waiting.
It comes, bright, shining, hopeful.
It comes.
For the second time today, I'm wishing I were dead. Dead seems so much easier than what this feels like. My head is throbbing dully. My legs ache like they've been running all day or something, maybe because they have.
What time is it? I think to myself. Oh, no. I forgot to get his painkillers. He'll kill me!
I crack open an eye, but the leafy green foliage doesn't compute. I should be staring at my ceiling. What's that smell? Water, wet earth and…plants? I sit up abruptly, trying to ignore the immense wave of dizziness it causes.
Holey rusted metal, Batman, I think. Where in the world am I and who took my bed?
I'm sitting in a mud bank to the side of a gurgling creek. The water is only about two feet deep, but it looks like it was a lot higher just a while back. The little bit of not-so-dry land I'm on slopes rather steeply to the water over a span of six or seven feet. The cliffs on either side of the creek seem to be about this high, too.
How'm I gonna get out?
Someone groans to my left and I nearly jump out of my skin. A young man in lying in the mud, muscles tensing and relaxing erratically. His long, red hair is matted and he looks like he was in one heck've a fight. His side is torn open, his nose and mouth are surrounded by dried blood.
Blood.
I gag, swallowing. Gagging again, I can't take it and give up the fight, leaving everything I'd eaten that day in a stinking pile near the water. I wipe my mouth with a sleeve, shoving the unfortunate rock into the creek. That takes care of most of the smell.
My eyes are drawn back to the man. I crawl over to him, weak from retching. Besides the wound that occupies most of his side, there's a pale patch of skin on his chest, surrounded by singed material. (Not that I was looking at his chest, or anything!) He's wearing white pants and a white long sleeved shirt, most of which is in tatters. His eyes are clamped shut in pain.
A piece of mud drips off my hair, splattering on his cheek. His eyes flutter open, and for a split second I see two green eyes, like twin emeralds. But they close quickly as another spasm of pain races through him. His whole body tenses up, then relaxes. His breathing evens out. It appears that he's fallen asleep.
I hold my breath as I lean in and stare at him.
Is he … dead?
Timidly, ready to snatch my hand back, I reach out to his neck. When he doesn't move, I place two fingers on the vein beside his jugular. A faint pulse lifts my fingers.
No, he has a heartbeat.
I take my hand away and look at him. He's still leaking blood from his side. Now I notice his forehead is bleeding, too. He'll die soon if his wounds aren't addressed.
My stomach heaves again and I have to shut my mouth to avoid puking on the pour guy. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite fast enough. A cupful of bile splashes over his torso, staining what's left of his shirt. He twitches.
O Kami, don't let him wake up now.
Someone must have been listening, because he calms and his breathing pattern resumes.
Okay, Stupid. Now look what you've gotten yourself into.
Yeah, yeah. I know already!
Options. There are always options, but for there to be options, there must be questions. First of all, how'd we even get down here? Am I even responsible for this guy? What were we doing?
Answering the most important of those, my other side answers, It's none of your concern whether he lives or dies. Leave him for the buzzards! Mwahaha!
Or I could take him home and name him George. You're so very helpful, I think sarcastically.
But I know better. He needs my help, even if just to give him a new shirt. First things first, though.
I walk along the bank, looking for a way out. Ten feet from the bend, the far cliff dips down to water level. Cautiously, I rock-hop halfway across. That's when my foot slips and I fall in the water, stirring up mud. To my amazement, the water is only a few inches deep here.
Standing, I wring out my skirt and clamber up the bank. I find myself in the same clearing, in the same meadow of impossibly tall flowers. But I'd never been here before, had I?
Suddenly, it all comes rushing back. The bizarre tingle, the hike through the forest, the stream, the youkai….
I dash back into the creek, tripping and sliding my way back to the man. He's still there, still breathing, still bleeding slowly.
I collapse in bewilderment. What happened to the youkai? Could he be that demon from my dream? But if it were a dream, how'd I get here? Sleepwalking? Where'd I go to sleep!
But if I was dreaming, then I dreamed twice. Because I know I had that storm dream again….
I look up, scanning the muddy cliff in front of me.
Oh, crap.
There it is, the tree root that I hit my head on in the dream, about three feet up the cliff. I turn around. Sure enough, the opposite bank looks like the exact same one from my dream, save for the rain and darkness. I wait, half-expecting it to start glowing.
Baka, baka, baka! Think! You have a real problem. How are you going to get that guy out of here?
Heh, drag him by the foot, my other side answers.
You're just being so helpful today, ya know that?
I stop myself from thinking anything while I crouch by the man. Vaguely, I remember a stance that should allow a person to carry someone much large than herself. A 'Fireman's Carry', it was called.
Praying he wouldn't wake up, I gently lifted his right arm over my left shoulder. Now I should wrap my right arm around his left leg, pulling him onto my back. But I uh… can't reach it.
Okay, Plan B….
The foot?
No!
I let him slide back into the mud. This time, I sling each of his arms over my shoulders, respectively. His head falls on my left shoulder, making the weight seem uneven. Shrugging until his head falls back, I begin to drag him through the mud.
Ugh! How much does this guy weigh? I grunted.
Unlike you, he's been well fed and exercises regularly. Muscle weighs more than fat, you know.
I groan, So in other words he's almost twice my size and twice my weight.
Most likely.
By the time I heave him out of the creek, past the meadow, through the woods, and to the foot of a very tall hill, it's been a good two hours. No kidding. I've stopped to rest for the fifth time. My back is killing me.
Have we made it to Grandma's House yet? I ask myself, panting heavily. Who knew two lower legs and feet could put up such a drag factor?
For once, my other half doesn't answer. She's been very quiet during this whole ordeal. I can't shake the intense feeling of de ja vu. I'm almost dizzy from it, but I've started to accept the idea that maybe I have been here before.
Lugging the still-snoozing guy on my back again, I set up the hill. Only three feet up, I discover a rounded wooden plank set into the ground. I step over it, listening to the klunk sound that the man's legs make when they hit, then drag over the top of it. The ground is somewhat flat. Three feet away, I see another wooden plank set into the hill.
Stairs, I realize, someone put stairs here! No wonder it felt like I was hitting every rock when I rolled down this hill.
I work my way up each stair as the path winds gently up to the summit of the hill. Wincing as the guy's legs hit every step. An hour later, his feet klunk over the last stair.
That's gonna leave a mark, I think with a sigh. I leg go of his arms, letting him fall in an unceremonious heap at the top of the hill. I let myself fall to the ground as well.
The man groans and turns in his sleep.
No!
He rolls right over the edge and all the way…back down…the hill.
O-oh! That's definitely going to leave a mark, folks! My other half announces.
I try to groan, watching as his knee catches on a shrub and he begins to somersault backwards. A flash of red is all that tells me his head is still on his shoulders.
He'll be feeling that in the morning! She sounds quite jovial.
Sighing empathetically, I begin the descent to retrieve him. I make it to the bottom; check his pulse, (how can this guy still be breathing?) I can't believe his neck isn't broken.
Well, buddy, I think quietly. It's your fault for falling, sorry.
Dragging that guy all the way back up the hill wasn't fun, but dragging him by his feet was easier.
See? I have good ideas.
No, I think back, huffing and puffing at the top of the hill, this time with the guy out of rolling distance from the edge. You have horrible and evil ideas that always turn out bad.
She doesn't comment.
Returning the man to his former position, draped off my shoulders, I wander up a smaller slope. To my amazement, I find the back of a house. No, not just a house, Home.
There's a gap in the back wall that leads inside, but I need to see the front. Forgetting my lethargy, I cling tighter to the man's arms and dart up the slope. Finding a crumbled gap in the stone fence that surrounds the front yard, I scramble though, oblivious to his body banging about on the corners.
I stand in shock at the state of the front yard. Where are the extravagant flowers, the vines creeping up the walls? Not even the grass seems to be growing.
I push open the front door, which is hanging haphazardly by the bottom hinge. It creaks inward, allowing me my first look at this house. But it seems so familiar.
Ten feet ahead of me is a staircase with a carved railing. Admiring the worn craftsmanship, I lug the guy and myself up, ignoring the klunk-klunk-klunk of his legs hitting each stair.
Upon reaching the top, I turn instinctively right, through another old door. I find myself in bathroom. There's no window in here; it's really dark. I feel around until I find the light switch. I flick it up and down, nothing happens. Either the power's still out or this place never had any.
Dropping the man at the door, I feel around the sink and find a broken medicine cabinet above. I rummaged around inside, finding one thin roll of gauze, some rubbing alcohol, a few cotton balls and a small packet of floss. Not much.
Great, now I can take off any nail polish he's wearing and clean the plaque from between his teeth, I think bitterly.
Taking the meager supplies from the cabinet and stashing them in my pocket, I drag the man backwards by the armpits. Backing down the hallway to our left, I kick open a door behind me, which flies off its hinges.
Oops….
Nice going, Shadow.
I ignore her, back into the room and lay him on the floor. Turning in a circle, I take in two windows and a bunk bed. I examine the lower one, which is wider than the top. It'd make a good recuperating bed.
Snooping around, I find a pair of rusty scissors and needles in a basket under the bed. Though I did have to dislodge the needles out of a scary-looking doll… (not going to think about that!) They're still okay to use, right?
I use the scissors to cut away what's left of his shirt. The gash on his one side is deeper than I'd thought. Leaving that for later, I dab some of the alcohol on a cotton ball. I clear the bangs out of his face and dab tentatively at the small cut there. His forehead wrinkles, but he stays otherwise still. I use what little of the gauze I have to wrap around his head twice, pinning it with a needle.
I stare thoughtfully at the wound on his side. I've cleaned it, but I don't have anything to bandage it with.
If only I had that think roll of gauze from my medicine closet! Just wishing, I think of my desire and call out mentally, Olli-Olli-oxen-free!
Suddenly, I feel a bulge in my skirt pocket. Gulping, I stick my fingers in and fish out the exact roll of gauze I'd been thinking of. It's the same one that had gotten stuck in my mouth this morning, though now it seems like a million years ago.
B-but, that's not possible! I spit that out and it rolled down onto the floor! How's this happening!
What? You have what you wanted. Now do what you have to, Stupid.
Frowning, I address his wound. Clean the blood off with a rag and water from the sink, and begin to comb through his hair with my fingers. Then I realize that I'm still muddy and soaked.
I move him onto the lower bunk, and hurry off to the bathroom. After pounding on it twice, water finally starts flowing out of the faucet. I take off my skirt and shirt, rinsing as much as the mud from them as I can, hanging them over the shower curtain to dry.
Great. Now you're in your underwear with a strange man in a strange house, the owner of which could return at any moment. What would your father say?
I start blushing immediately. It'd probably be best not to tell him that I'm taking care of a fatally injured stranger under a bed. It's not like he hasn't been gone for a few days in a row before. I don't think he'll worry about me.
In any case, I'd rather not be caught without my clothes on. So instead of hang-drying, I whirl my skirt and flap it up and down. After an hour or so, my arms are ready to drop dead, but the skirt is dry enough to wear. The process is repeated with my shirt.
I walk into the room where I left him. Turning my back, I lift the shirt over my head and pull my arms through the damp sleeves. I flip my hair out the back, spinning at the same time.
The guy is on the bed, in the same position I left him in, but with his eyes half open! Hoping he hadn't seen me with my shirt off, I kneel beside him. For some reason, I think at him. Yeah, I know, it's not like I'm a telepath or anything. But it worked in my dream.
What's your name?
I must still be dreaming, because he answers me back.
Staring at me a moment longer than he should have, he finally mumbles, "Kur—Shuichi," before his eyes close and he falls back to sleep.
I lean back on my heels.
Kur-shuichi. What a strange name.
I set an elbow on the worn-out, moth-eaten mattress. Without meaning to, I lay my head down and fall asleep.
So how did I do on interpreting Youko? Yes, I know there are dozens of different ways to spell the characters' names.
Glossary
Koorime- The floating island that Hiei is from. Also used to describe it's inhabitants.
Tantei- Short for the Reikai Tantei. Meaning, Spirit Detectives
Youkai- A demon
Wow, normally there's a lot more Japanese than that…
Footnotes
Yep, that's me! Captain Obvious, at your service, sir! – Is it just me, or are the Captain Obvious jokes really popular? Couldn't help myself.
I hate fireworks- If you didn't read my songfic, Independence Day, (go read it!) then you won't understand this.
Holey rusted metal, Batman, I think. Where in the world am I and who took my bed?- This are quotes, the former is from Batman Forever, the second from a book I read but can't remember.
Now for some review replies!
Lady-of-the-Dragon-Flame - Yay! Thank you! Toki's thoughts are actually based on some of the conversations I have with my muses. Mostly my Hiei-ish one. (He needs a name) Which leads me to think that I'm skitzo phrenic, but then I realize that you have to be just a little crazy to write good stories! There may be many more OCs, seeing as how I can't resist throwing someone new in there to shake things up!
Icefire2- Yup, yup, yup! The whole gang should be in the next one! #4 is the one I've been dying to write. hops up and down in excitement Huzzah! You don't miss a thing, do ya? That's good! I can't tell about the lightning just yet, but I will tell you that speeding bus rolls by with an advertisement for TSB's otaku. Com name, Windfallen Star (That episode made me laugh so hard!) And the power outage? Let's say it was more like a Bus honks horn
Lady-of-the-Dragon-Flame - 0.0 You have quite the gaggle of muses in there, don't cha? I actually lost count of how many times Toki hit her head. ' O! I think I have just the thing you need! pulls out giant gerbil wheel from nowhere Ta-da! Now they can run forever and you can keep an eye on them! Thanks for the great comment!
animelover149 - You like them long? That's good, I like to write long chapters, even though it takes up a lot of time. I've been struggling to get to this point, because this is where things start cookin! But I had to set up Toki's normal life for you first, so I tried to do that in an interesting way, I think I did alright. Thanks to you!
feh- Sorry this one took so long. We were having lots of power-outages. Plus babysitting and camping really killed my compy time.
Fruit is NOT a Dessert- You are sooo right. Ice-cream and chocolate, cake is a dessert. Oh, anyway, thanks for adding me to your favorites!
Tricksterstheifgirl- You're the first one to pick up on that! Actually, loudspeaker comes on overhead: Updates, deleted scenes, secrets and more will be posted at www. myotaku. com/ users/ windfallen (underscore) star/ Thankyou! So that pretty much explains it.
Kiari the Hell Cat- It's one of the best you've read? eyes tear up I will do my best to continue! NOW WHERE'S MY PIXIE STICK! pixie stick is thrown somewhere from the crowd Thank you!
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