Chapter 12: Her Dreams

His Fame, Her Self

Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary- Rima Touya is a lower class girl with a scholarship in a rich elite high school called Knight Academy, filled with rich kids, who hate her! She just wants to finish her schoolwork to graduate high school and become an artist! Unfortunately, Senri Shiki, the most popular boy in the elite academy of snobby rich kids and the known world that has his face on a magazine cover, is interested in the outcast Rima Touya and kinda stalking her...for some reason. Could it be her oversized clothing attire, or her messy hair, or her thickly framed goggles? As she tries to be distant with Senri Shiki, her family and friends push her toward him. Could something start? Or just make the Touya female hate the rich society even more?

Thanks to all my R&Rs, I appreciate the support: kawaii hime-sama, sangoyasha, ChainedHs2rt, xXDarknessofDeathxX, Komuro

I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!


Walking through the doors of Kokoro, I glanced at the counter where two employees were talking about the newest episode of some popular show and apparently how much weight they are planning to lose to fit into a size 6 or something.

I honestly paid little attention as I stood in front of them. They broke their discussion and one asked me, "Oh, I thought you had the day off, today."

,"I do." My fingers found their way to my frames to press them lightly on the bridge of my nose, "I just came to pick up my check."

Her three-inch heels lead me to the back room where large black letters in front of the door said 'Employees Only'.

There was a small locker room to the left where each employee placed their casual attire in but at time you can automatically tell who had placed personal item in their locker. The right held the office of the manager and assistant manager. It was locked at the moment due to both traveling out of the country for an important business meeting but when they were here they were both wonderful and dignified specimen of female life.

The manager, Hoshi Komatsuzaki, was a single mother of three who worked her way up the ranks in a speedy record of a year. Her story was that she was basically seeking a temporary job as to not be supported by welfare and ended up as a career woman. She was strict and kind when she needed to be and was very charitable enough to offer bonuses for employees who spent extra hours after their initial clock out. It's quite rare to have employees who work over time since the majority of them are feeding themselves with silver spoons and forks with their parents' fortune. Every time she was around, the laziness of the prosperous employees were suddenly changed to obedient subordinates in an army platoon.

Assistant manager, Misaki Tatenaka, was a married woman who took in her nieces after she was left with no guardian, since she wasn't able to have children. She lost four in stillbirth. She was a tough lady though, and very happy too despite not having a bachelor's degree.

,"Touya, right?" The woman's nonchalant voice interrupted me as I nodded. With her manicured fingers, she pointed to a slip of paper, "Sign here." My hand quickly swept my signature across the piece of paper. She handed me a white envelope with my name on it, "Here you go and the managers will be coming back next week, to give you your bonus." She left the room.

I walked a few feet behind her in a bored manner as I glanced at the envelope. Stopping, I began to open it up and stared at my check. Yup, that's my check. My name, address, and phone number were there and that number is apparently still there too. Dad said since he is making more money to provide our family, I should begin spending my money on things that were basically materialistic- Clothes, jewelry, handbags and expensive shopping sprees.

A loud shrilling shriek came from behind the door along with a series of hyperventilating, "No Way, Oh my Gosh, Wow, It's You!" from what I can imagine to be an army of crazed fan girls.

Another big time celebrity coming to Kokoro. Stuffing my check into my back pocket, I sighed. Great! I might as well start putting on my uniform before they call on me to serve their VIP like a pack mule or rather as one of their numerous maids. But today was my day off and I didn't have the capacity to deal with snobby customers and co-workers.

Her heels clicked with a swagger in her step while fixing her hair as though she was prepping for a quick runway walk to a supermodel by the name of Banks eponymous to her talk show. I followed behind my not-so-fellow employee as she attempted to get pass through a crowd of heart balloon making females surround Kokoro's Very Important Patrician. I closed my eyes for a moment and massaged my temples. Please don't say my, don't say my name. Don't say Touya or Rima! I don't want to work while on my day off- especially after picking up my dear paycheck! Just the slight suggestion of assisting a noble class individual, I will run like a panicking citizen from a video game zombie invasion!

A piercing scream forced me to protect my ears, "Osamu Hashimoto!"

,"Hashimoto?"

,"You called? I would prefer you call me Osamu." A head taller than me the aristocrat male stood in front of me. His golden mane was slightly hidden behind a brown beret; a pair of shades hid his violet eyes while he casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. He grinned lightly as he shrugged, "But what can I say, I'm a sucker for red heads." His fingers gently entangled themselves on a lock of my hair.

The crowd of girls squealed in immense joy- even the proud brunettes, blondes and black-haired females attending Knight Academy. The stampede of females headed its way to where Hashimoto was, but with a strong grip on my wrist he lead me to the 'Employees Only' Door and we both hid behind the door as the girls frantically scattered around the room searching for the blond-haired bachelor.

He peeked at the crack of the door and swiftly led me to the front doors out of Kokoro and led me down a couple streets, "That was close."

,"Where are you taking me?" My effort to release my arm was futile as we passed a street and entered an ice cream parlor.

He held a single appendage towards me as I glanced between it and his purple orbs gleaming into mine, "Just one ice cream wouldn't hurt."


,"What?" My voice was slightly quivering. It was too late to save my ice cream, which had fallen on the surface of the colorful tile floor on the ice cream parlor. And a few people were staring at me then return to their usual manner and activity.

,"Is Shiki your boyfriend?" He bit into his ice cream resulting in an odd looking expression. What is it with guys asking girls if they are in a relationship?

Bending to the floor, I swiped the melting chocolate ice cream off the floor and into the trashcan with a two sheets of napkins. I unfortunately wasted a perfectly good creation of chocolate ice cream for not one but two guys, "Why is this suddenly important let alone relevant to our conversation of music?"

,"Well…" He sheepishly ruffled the back of his sunny mane, "I saw him listening to your music player at school by the Archery Region. You didn't seem to mind, so I just thought you guys were going out."

Hashimoto pushed his cup of unfinished strawberry ice cream towards me, though I ignored it- I like strawberry but I don't enjoy picking off food from anyone else other than Sachiko and Kazou.

,"No, we were just hanging out. He didn't want me to be alone while I was waiting for someone." He arched his eyebrow, "Someone who has two X chromosomes."

He nodded hesitantly, indicating that science was not his strongest subject as he shrugged and continued to eat his ice cream. My body tensed at the sudden pair of amethyst orbs focused on me, "I don't bite." My shoulders slowly relaxed, "I like having you around me; it's much peaceful than what I'm used to."

,"Doesn't unfamiliar environments normally make people uncomfortable and feel awkward to the point of escaping the situation?"

His grin caught me off guard as he peered between his cup of frozen dairy and me, before he scooped the pink flavored frozen treat into his mouth, "I don't mind trying new things." My uneasiness was noticeable as I began to fidget in my seat and placed my attention to the passing people through the window beside me. A lighthearted chuckle cut through the silence, making me glance at the boy across from me.

The corner of my eye caught a female employee pass by our table quickly but not before cunningly placing a small white folded sheet of paper on Hashimoto's elbow and attentively winking her eye in his direction while glaring a thousand swords into the frame of my skull when exiting through a door.

By her occupation as a part-timer at an ice cream parlor told me she is one of the many admirers of Hashimoto, though not as crazed and violent as the ones who are rich or Shiki's. Her glared pierced the back of my head. I guess another girl's attempts to egg or tepee my house at midnight won't surprise me!

My face felt hot under the pressure of the wealthy orbs on me as I shyly glanced at the folded piece of paper in his fingers. I pretended to stretch my arms, "So…are you going to call her?" He appeared to be thinking over something as he glanced between the paper and his unfinished ice cream.

,"I like to get to know someone before ever going out with them." He stood up as I expected him to place the creased sheet of paper in his pocket when in actuality he reached for his cell phone in his pocket. I saw in no point of staring at him text message someone or flipping through his cell phone, so I moved my eyes back to the passing bodies through the looking glass. I personally don't mind conversing with Hashimoto, but I felt slightly odd around his presence with the voices of Big Sister Yumiko's rage and Shiki's rage inside my head creating a mixture of unsure emotions and thoughts.

A blinding flash and the fallacious electronic sound of a clicking camera broke my train of thought as I noticed the blonde-haired male glancing at his cell phone's screen then me.

I jerked my hand away from my chin and stared wide-eyed at the smiling aristocrat, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He scanned his dark lavender eyes over his bright, cell phone screen and grinned from ear-to-ear compared to before and suddenly frowned, "I still want an answer." My peripheral vision diverted away from him, "I can wait for a while longer, but I really want to know soon." I nodded.

,"I-I just-"

,"You can give me an answer later." He spoke calmly, reaching for a stray piece of hair and tucking it behind my ear, "I like the way things are right now." A buzzing noise rattled the table a little, making Hashimoto flip his cell phone and caught sight of the bright screen, "Sorry, I'm gonna have to go." He placed a few bills and loose change on the table before dragging me out the door with him.

,"I'll see you around." He turned around after placing his cell phone in his jeans' pocket and quickly placed his mouth on my forehead, "I won't give up so easily." He waved to me as he walked down the street and disappeared into the crowd, which miraculously didn't mob him or didn't recognize him.

A white fuzz ball appeared at the heel of my shoe. As I leaned down to pick it up and rose up, I realized when I unraveled it out of curiosity, it was a crumbled piece of paper. Seven digits with an area code written in blue ink along with the first and last name of a female who dots her eyes with smiley faces.


My eyes trailed the falling petals of the cherry blossom tree on this partly sunny Tuesday afternoon. The Music Room was the safety against the sun's rays despite the window I was leaning against emitting a few into the dimly lit room. Big Sister Yumiko placed a finishing piece of clear tape on something as I played a few light cords on the piano.

,"I'm getting Senri this!" A mane of mahogany caught my attention as delicate fingers traced the cubical, metallic gift-wrapped item, "It's a wrist watch he's been eyeing for a couple of weeks." She whispered to me as I noticed the shimmer of relief and satisfaction in her eye stating it wasn't an easy gift to search for her soon-to-be seventeen-year-old cousin. Her gray eyes glanced at me, "What are you getting him?"

,"I don't know." My attention returned to the polished piano while playing an unknown piece.

,"But, Senri's birthday is this Saturday." The brunette pushed her bangs away from her face, which made me notice the concern and worried look in her eyes, "You must have thought of something at least?"

,"I really don't know what he wants." My appendages moved across the white keys as I recalled his request previously, "I guess, a drawing? Or a painting?"

,"Drawing? Painting?" She blinked in confusion while mumbling to herself and glaring at the ceiling, "But Senri really isn't a big fan of art."

,"So should I give him something else?"

,"NO!" Her sudden shout startled me in striking a few random keys, "I mean, Senri wouldn't mind if it was something from you but he was never the kind of person to hang art- let alone family pictures- on his bedroom walls." My eyes moved to her sweet pale face, "Family issues."

My fingers continued to play the black and white keys, "To be honest, I have no clue what your cousin wants from me." I closed my eyes, which was my personal solution in clearing my mind while playing a musical piece on the onyx polished beauty.

A musical voice managed to not make me lose my concentration, "I wish I could say I know what he wants but then I'll just be lying. Nobody knows what Senri is thinking or feeling since he's not very open with anyone- regardless if the relationship is connected by blood. He's complicated which is probably why Senri's so interested in you."

My index and ring finger slipped, "Interested?"

Opening my eyes to a fuzz cloud that outlined shapes, my vision cleared to see Big Sister Yumiko sitting beside me while playing the keys on her side with a single index finger. A gentle smile painted across her blemish-free visage, "You're really intriguing, Little Sister Rima." Her shinny silver orbs peeked at me at the corner of her eye, "Some people see their traits or characteristics as faults, which is completely normal but you embrace yours and don't really care about the opinion of others."

,"Well because the opinion of others don't really live my life." Big Sister Yumiko laughed as I held a completely confused look on my face.

,"That's what Senri and I really admire." She reached for my hand and placed on a few white keys, "You are you and what anyone says otherwise you won't change yourself. What's more is your inner desire to pursue your dreams." She released her hold of my hand and looked me straight in the face, "For a realistic person, you have dreams and wishes you want to accomplish?"

Sliding my wrists away from the keyboard, I carefully rose from the piano bench and walked to the window, "I guess you can say that if you want to get all psychological but I really just don't care what people think."

,"Okay, then what do you think Senri would want?" Her tone of voice stated her desire to change the psychological topic to something quite light- or in my case kinda aggravating.

,"He's your family. What do you think he would want?" Sitting back at the bench, I glanced at the beautifully wrapped present. It appeared as though Big Sister Yumiko never even wrapped it right in front of me but paid someone at a department store to wrap it into perfect corners and no creases.

Her eyes stared out the window, "Shiki always got whatever he wanted, as a child and right now. He basically was given it on silver and gold platters whether it was a toy, electronic device, clothes, food, or just about anything. And I not, then he'll receive something more extravagant."

,"Let me guess, he was a spoiled brat?" My eyebrow rose as I stared at the clean, polished instrument.

I saw her nod at the corner of me eye, "He received anything and everything he asked or demanded. But…" I lifted my head towards Big Sister Yumiko as I noticed the pause.

A glimmer of interest sparked in silvery pair of orbs as she slowly diverted them to my sitting position while materializing a charming smile on her make-free lips, "But he always wants what he can't have."


,"Nine."

,"Seven."

,"Two."

,"Yellow"

,"Three."

,"Blue."

,"Aw man, I was so close." Masaru's disappointed expression started skimming through the cards in his hands, searching for a card with same color as the one on the table or the same number. He pouted, "Hit me."

I passed him a card from the nicely made black and red deck. He face revealed that he needed another card, and I initially gave him another card, which made him form a million dollar smile, "Wild Card and I want it to be green."

I sighed, placing a green reverse card, and a couple of green skip cards, "Uno."

,"What?" Masaru's emerald eyes like they were about to pop out from their sockets, "You rigged this game, didn't you? If you win, I want a rematch."

,"Give me a break, Masaru. I don't want to win. Can I have a break, this is the tenth game." Tediously, I placed my card facedown on the surface of the kitchen table.

It was Thursday and less than forty-eight hours until Shiki's birthday. Masaru was lucky to find a present for Shiki and stated for me to give it to Shiki since he will be talking to the director and discuss his first movie role along with Umeki and Dad.

,"Fine." He placed his cards facedown all fifteen of them.

,"I'm going to get some water." I walked up toward the refrigerator and grabbed the distinguishable pitcher and tipped it over until the clear stream of liquid hit against the plastic cup and had enough water to satisfy my thirst and boredom, "Want anything?" I turned around to see a messy, mane of brown hair try to peek at my single card, "Masaru! You cheater!"

His body jolted and turned his face over his shoulder in my direction, "I didn't even get a chance to see." With my cup in my hand I used my free hand to lightly flick his nose, "Ow! That hurts!"

,"You shouldn't even be peeking at it." I pulled the card into the safety of my back pocket as I drank my water, "Think of this as a minor payback for telling Shiki about my art studio and portfolio." He grinned, "You realize I said minor. The actual punishment is much worse." I was half-bluffing but the image of a crescent fallen look on my brother's face compelled me to grin sinisterly.

,"So, have you gotten Big Brother Shiki's birthday present?" He picked up his cards and glanced at his personal deck with disinterest.

,"No." I sighed, "Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I kind of had a sixth sense that you didn't." I glared at him, "I was just kidding! But seriously you don't know what he would want?"

,"No idea." My glass clinked against the surface of the sink as I turned around to see Masaru looking through his cards. He eyed me at the corner of his eye, obviously protecting his cards from the possibility of my wandering eyes. I leaned against the sink, "Do you have any ideas?"

,"I don't think Big Brother Shiki wouldn't like the gift if he found out I gave you hints or found out that I told you to get it." His eyes told me that my break was over.

Rising, I slowly walked to my seat. My hand cradling my cheek, "Fine, it's your turn."

,"Yellow skip and eight." He placed the cards down with a victorious smile on his smug teenage visage.

,"Smooth move…red eight. I win." With a crooked grin on my face, his green orbs popped out in disbelief and his face was suddenly drained out of color as well as the confidence and excitement there was before. Folding my arms on the surface of the table, I cradled my cheek in my arms, "So, do you have any ideas?"

,"Rematch!" His hands already moved to the two decks of cards and began to shuffle them disorderly until I pulled arms out and lifted my head slightly. My fingers straightened the two decks of cards as I miraculously obtained the hand skills of a professional blackjack dealer at a place where apparently idiotic people elope and get drunk profusely.

,"Now, can you help me?" The shuffled deck of cards was placed in the middle of the kitchen table.

,"Rima, I can't help you decide what to get Big Brother Shiki." Masaru's hand reached for the neatly stacked cards and started to shuffle them messily once again, "It's like me telling Dad you want a some canvases for your artwork. Telling him what you want will lose the value of the gift."

Masaru did have his moments where he did give out good advice and small words of wisdom, which Taro jokingly states is because of our younger brother's fascination with fortune cookies. My eyes shut, "I guess, I can understand."

,"Now, I want a rematch!" Green specks sparkled in his eyes, "I know this time I'll win!"

,"Isn't that what you said nine games ago?"


The room was completely dark and there was no hint of light. I stared at my hands but my vision was unable to outline my fingers, even as I continued to wiggle them. I don't know what compelled me to move but my legs began to run; I couldn't see where but I felt myself running deep into the darkness. Darkness was consuming my very self even as I began to sprint further away from it. I held some composure in my face but my heart was frantically hitting against my chest due to the adrenaline and panic within myself.

Was this the darkness I had previously embraced? Or the darkness of my heart waiting to be revealed to even the most sweetest moments of my life?

I couldn't stop running. There were a few moments where I expected myself to fall on my face only to slightly stumble and run faster than before. My heart was almost to the brink of breaking my ribcage. I finally tumbled down to what I assumed to be the floor, through once I tried to stand up I found myself unable to. My legs were glued to the dark ground as I struggled get free from the powerful force of the sticky ground.

,"You can't escape." A voice spoke as I desperately searched for where it came from only to have it laugh, "Forever you will become a prisoner in this darkness. There is no more freedom and light."

Unknowingly my face began to stream moist tears. My body started feeling numb as the dark, sticky substance started to absorb my entire body as the laughter grew darker and louder, taunting my very being with uncontrollable tears curving down my chin.

,"Rima…" A soft voice whispered in my ear, "Wake up…"

My eyes shot open as I began to take in my surrounds as I was striving to ease my fast pacing heart by placing my hand over my chest.

I sighed, for about the zillionth time in my teenage life as I peeked through my eyes and stared aimlessly at the tree branches. I feel asleep again. After Physical Education class, I would finish as early as I possibly could and try to play basketball on my own. Usually I would only try a few times but would initially give up and end up falling asleep under the tree by the basketball courts.

,"Morning, Sleeping Beauty!" A too cheerful Senri Shiki spoke as his face was clearly too close to mine. I glanced to the empty basketball court where an orange ball slowly moved its way across the court and into my direction. Stretching my hand, I stopped the ball from crashing into my nose.

,"I was trying to practice basketball."

,"Not from where I'm standing." He smirked as I pushed him an arm's length away from my face, "You were sleeping or rather dreaming for some time. You know that you talk in your sleep?" His grin grew.

I raised an eyebrow, "Liar, I don't talk in my sleep." His smile faltered as I pulled myself into a proper sitting position, "If you're going to make fun of me at least do it right." I brushed some dirt and grass off of my jeans and the back of my shirt as I grabbed the basketball and dribbled it until a whiz of brown hair stole the ball away from me. I huffed, "Give me the basketball back."

He twirled the orange ball on his index finger, "C'mon Rima! Just one game! Tomorrow's my birthday, can I have just one game with a good friend?"

,"Emphasis on tomorrow." I walked over as I tried to take the ball away from him only for him to shot the ball and make it swish into the basket.

,"One to zero. The first person to get five baskets wins." I walked to the ball and dribbled the ball with a towering male model blocking me.

I dribbled and quickly threw the ball over his head and have his only stare at my sudden action. I ran around him, catching the ball in mid-air and running across the court and make a lay up on the backboard. Looking behind me was a gaped, wide-eyed brunette Shiki, "What? I said I was practicing. I never stated I was bad."

His arm rubbed the back of his head as I introvertly grinned at the soft scarlet color across his face. My eyes noticed a hint of dissatisfaction in his face, "You're the liar. I thought you said you were bad at sports."

,"I said I'm usually uncoordinated in athletics but I can play basketball because of Taro and Masaru taught it to me." He blinked a couple times, "The score is tied." I threw an over the head pass to Shiki who managed to catch it, "You're turn."

His attempts to trick me and make a shot were useless as I would later steal the ball from him and make a shot into his basket, "Lucky shot."

,"I really don't believe in luck in sports, but my bad luck in everything else." I tossed the ball to the confused looking red-haired model.

He dribbled the ball as he slowly walked toward me, "That doesn't make any sense. That's contradicting yourself."

,"Were you kind of insulted?" I probed a little as he scrunched his face into a sour expression nearly similar to Sachiko's, "Even just a little bit?" My index finger and thumb were barely close to each other as I showed it to the male model.

Silence filled the air as his eyes were towards the sky as he was evaluating himself, "Kinda."

,"Then it doesn't have to make sense." Quickly, I stole the ball from his hands as I ran to the three-point line and made the ball swish into the basket. With the winning shot already made, Shiki still ran for it and expected me to defend my post.

,"The game isn't over." He was still walking towards me, "Three-point lines don't count."

,"You never said they didn't." Silence. I silently smiled as I realized a small hint of pink appeared on his cheekbones.

He attempted to evade me but I followed his every move and as he jumped to make a basket into the hoop, it hit against the backboard and ricocheted towards Shiki's forehead. My hand was hiding my gaped mouth, as Shiki was most likely seeing stars or twittering birds rotating around his head like in those old cartoons voiced by Mel Blanc.

I picked up the ball and cradled it against my waist. As I looked up, Shiki was returning to his defense position, "No more basketball for you."

,"C'mon the game is not over." His arms encircled my body as I attempted to ensure his inability of obtaining the orange ball in my hands, "I'll be more clear on the rules and regulations. No double dribbles, traveling, and especially no three pointers count."

I sighed in annoyance, "It's just a game Shiki, it's not it determines if you're the greatest model or rich guy in the entire world." What is it with guys and rematches? Let alone being dubbed the best in anything or everything. I will not fully understand the male species.

,"I already know I am." I imagined a smile formed on his lips as he said those words, "But this basketball game tells me you like me holding you tightly." His breath brushed against my neck.

Much to my disappointment, his arms cradled my stomach even as I held the ball in my palms. My heart began to race, and even faster as I assumed the close proximity to my body would make him recognized the palpation vibrating my entire body. My shoulders felt a slight weight upon them as I began to feel Shiki's breathing centimeters closer to me neck, "Shiki…" Unknowingly my hands suddenly had been spread with butter since the orange ball dropped and rolled against the blacktop of the basketball court.

My arms attempted to pull his arms away but I was nearly immobile to his embrace, "What're you doing?"

His hands quickly held my arms and forced me to turn around in order for me to face his silver-azure eyes. Completely paralyzed, Shiki's arms latched tightly to my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. The fabric of his shirt was pressed against my face as I felt it rise and fall along with the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat made my heart's pace ten folds from before.

Suddenly I felt his chin on my shoulder blade, he sighed making my exposed neck tingle, "Let's stay like this for a while." I blushed as his lips made tender contact with my jaw and cheek in a few ripples of small, light kisses. For a moment he stopped, breathing heavily as I felt his eyelashes danced across my collarbone.

Fluttering began at the pit of my stomach, "Water mist and cherry blossom." He whispered into my skin, his lips grazed my skin, and his words making my body shiver, "How about me?" His chuckled reverberated on my neck as I began to turn a dangerous shade maroon. I instantaneously bit my tongue, so as to avoid myself saying the answer was 'vanilla' to his question.

I began to struggle out of his grip until we both fell against the painted surface of the court, "What's your problem?"

Landing on my back was going to leave a mark in the morning but I could handle being injured than being close with Shiki. My heart and apparently myself didn't know how to deal with the attention.

,"Yumiko said you still haven't found a present for me. Do you want to know? " Glancing up, I began to blush at the position we were in. I nodded, hoping it was the answer to get out of this situation. His face loomed over mine but he swooped down in my ear as he exhaled and inhaled. I felt his fingers glide a few strands of hair away from me; I began to think to myself that it was just a dream.

,"Kiss me."


Uno is such a great past time game. There are some laughs and smiles along the way as well as secret alliances and revenges. A very nice game…sometimes. Ice cream is good, especially during the summer. Basketball should have protective gear, but that's my opinion and my experience.

Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I've been needle pointing it since I got out of school this week.

Sorry but it's a few pages shorter than the previous ones! Also, I'll do my best to update as soon as I get past summer school and Decathlon practice. I'll try updating around the second or third week of July and I'll do my best to keep my promises.

What was the best/worst/weird, horrible, wonderful and downright awkward part you liked/disliked?

Kokoro escape? Ice cream parlor? Talk with Big Sister Yumiko? Card game? Shiki?

I want your input! And I hope not to be pelted with rocks, inanimate objects, or inanimate sharp objects! Okay, inanimate objects which cause physical, emotional, and mental trauma!

HAPPY SUMMER READERS!

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