Iris
Salty- Oh...my...god...I am soooo sorry. I lost track of time and got bored for a while. And THEN I got a new computer and lost the files of the possible next chapter with the computer. This computer also does not come with word, which I like. I found something else...which is okay. So here...I feel disappointed in myself. And greetings to Raf Kowalski, StarlightTango, and 32692010. NOW LET JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE GUIDE ME TO A GOOD CHAPTER!
Chapter 18. The Meetings Part Two
Katsumi-pov
Gorefestiphobia was part of a so far three part series that had begun somewhere in Eastern Europe from a novelist named Eagor Smirnowski. He wrote one novel (which I'd read, of coarse, as any fan should) called Sheep For The Slaughter, a book about a hotel which vampires frequent to slaughter humans. The plot centers around a small group of teenagers who are trapped in the hotel and fight for their lives within the pent house which had been blessed by a priest when he commited suicide rather than be killed by vampires.
The main characters were James Timberlake (A hottie McHottie-Hotsermann) whose last name just happens to be TIMBERLAKE. T-I-M-B-E-R-L-A-K-E. And there was also some chick that he married in the second movie but she died at the end so she didn't really matter. In the first movie, they were just trying to escape. In the second, the vampires came back for them because James killed their king and queen. In the third, James and his younger sister Katherina are going back to get the vampires and save James's wife, who was actually turned into a vampire.
Which I think is more or less equivolent to DEATH. So he should just leave her dead, come to Seigaku and propose to me already.
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As the commercials sluggishly passed, tiny beads of impatience and excitement passed through my blood like sparks of electricity-which I'd read about in books but never knew could ACTUALLY happen.
"I. Can't. Wait." Raki-chan muttered, yet somehow still conveying a bursting excitement which Fuji and I shared.
Within my excitement, I vaguely remembered Eiji-kun sitting next to me and glanced at his bright red hair.
'What did I ever see in him?' I wondered, then thought it mean of me. Of course I saw something in him. Eiji-kun, the attractive, red headed and bubble middle school boy, a 171 cm boy. Who I had checked out. And who I knew nothing about.
A feeling like walking through a cold shower hit me then. I knew NOTHING about my friends. Except that Fuji had a psychic sister named something that started with Y and that Raki-chan was in love with some guy named Tezuka. In my thoughts I pulled my legs up to my chest to rest my forehead on them. Fuji glanced at me then back at the screen.
Kikumaru-pov
I didn't like today so far. The morning started out normal enough, though, when it started. It did, and all I wanted out of it was to eat some breakfast and possibly call Tsumi-Chan and offer to teach her how to play tennis (no reason, just a whim.)
Then, just as I was about to eat my breakfast, I got a call. From Raki-chan. And of course, mother does not allow phone calls at the table. So I talked while afraid that my food was getting cold. Raki-chan proposed our usual Sunday vacation day off-thingy.
It had started some time during Freshman year, before we knew who each other were, when we accidentally met sometime later in the year and fought over a bus seat. In the end some old lady took the seat but that affirmed our friendship forever.
Anyway, I was surprised that Raki-chan had proposed a trip to the yogurt shop not far from my house and a movie. Usually we just went to the pet shop where I visited my favorite turtle, Rocket Pedro. I hadn't named him, by the way, she did. I was also surprised to see Tsumi-chan and Fujiko-chan at the theater. After a while, it became obvious that Raki-chan and Fujiko-chan had planned it. Tsumi-chan didn't seem to think so.
In fact, Fujiko-chan and Raki-chan had been trying to set up little things between me and her all semester, but I was sure that Tsumi-chan hadn't gotten the hint from them. She was innocent in that way.
Besides, we didn't like each other like that. Well, I know she didn't feel that way about me. I sort of suspected it when we were second years, but as time went on I knew that I was totally and completely wrong.
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The theater darkened as I twiddled my thumbs more and more and more. Occasionally they would hit each other and it would really hurt, but I was otherwise fine, I guess. I just really, really didn't want to watch the scary movie. Because you see, for me horror movies were a process. First I could watch them and be fine and cool like I usually was. Then I left the theater, and I would swear that people were FOLLOWING me. All the way to my bed room. Then, when I turned off the light, I'd know they weren't in my closet or under my desk because no one would stalk me, because I was just me.
But I would FEEL their presence in some odd way. As though that was all they were. Both of my brothers would call me paranoid, and Yuki (my younger older sister) would occasionally call me a freak because she was Yuki.
No, what bothered me much, much more was that Tsumi-chan was psyched up to watch the movie. Why, though, did this bother me?
Perhaps because I had misjudged her.
"I had misjudged you," a man on a commercial said. That grabbed my attention. On the currently black and white screen portrayed an american man and woman standing in an front of a small air plane, the wind blowing through the woman's dark hair. The man wore a steely yet sad expression, lining his face with many wrinkles while the younger woman looked like she was about to cry. I noted that her lipstick was very dark for some reason. "You were better than me, better than them, better than all of the rest."
"No, Kane-sama, it was you who was the best. You were the one who saved our lives. You were the one who bought Safety and Health Life Insurance."
"Yes, but you were the one who reminded me. Now," he looked dramatically toward the sky. "Now we can ride this plane without worrying for our children's future life support."
"Oh, Kane-sama!" She ran towards the man, arms outstretched as though she were about to fly, then they embrassed. He lifted her legs off the ground and spun her around in a perfect 360 degree circle. Afterwards they kissed with embarrasing passion.
"Ew," whispered Tsumi-chan, though her voice sounded a mile away. I saw that her knees were up on the chair, her knees covering her lips. "I saw tongue. Did you guys see tongue. God, old people making out is SO gross."
Was she in a bad mood? I'd never heard her be mean about old people before. Maybe she always was and I just didn't know her that well. It was possible. I stared just above the screen for a moment, leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. A sudden burst of drowzyness errupted from my chest with such suddenness that I twitched a little. It was lucky that no one noticed!
And I thought. Thought about everything that I knew about Saitou Katsumi. Then I wondered why I even bothered.
"Ooh! The movie's starting!" Katsumi chirped. A glance at her revealed her caramel eyes shining brightly. A toothy grin shot up on her face, reminding me of Naruto. Raki-chan said something that I didn't catch. I was too busy realizing that I liked Saitou Katsumi, age fifteen, birthday 15 June, height 162 cm. Older sister of Saitou Kazuma, living in her own apartment. Worships someone named Justin Timberlake and the Angels (celestial creatures or Los Angeles baseball team, who knows.) My first kiss.
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