Chapter six – Back among civilisation

"Good morning, cousin-dear, how're you feeling today?"

"A bit better than yesterday", I replied, leaning onto soft pillows. I think that the condition of the medic team's quarters tells everything about colonel Hidaka and the SAF-troops in general. You see, how harsh they ever treat us when we're at the training ground or at the barracks as soon as we get injured they rush us to here to be treated with a tender care.

"You have visitors again", Kikyo said as she checked up my bruises. Most of them had already faded slightly. However, my right shoulder was dislocated and the impact of the bullet had done minor damage to one of my ribcage's bones. My leg was still awfully swollen too.

"It seems that I'm popular", I chuckled in a low tone.

"Though I can't understand why", Kikyo retorted, shaking her head. "The bluish tint of these bruises doesn't really suit you. You look even uglier than usual."

"And my hair is a mess too, isn't it."

"You got that right."

"Well, I guess I can't help it. In any case, send them in."

"Nee-chan!"

I closed my eyes briefly and smiled. Should have known.

"Hello Rin-chan. How are you?"

"Rin is well, though I missed you. You look so hurt, onee-chan! What happened to you?"

"Higurashi tends to have a bad habit of taking games too seriously."

I raised my gaze and saw colonel Hidaka leaning against the door-frame.

"I'm looking after Rin", he nonchalantly answered the question that never was asked out loud.

I nodded, grimacing when the bruises on my neck throbbed. Those I had got when Jakotsu had been trying to strangle me.

Miroku and Shippo had come to stop by yesterday and told that they had a theory why Jakotsu had been so furious with me. Jakotsu's gay, like we all know. Miroku was certain that he had his eyes on Bankotsu who again was clearly after me.

I didn't however pay heed to that theory so much. There are numerous reasons why Jakotsu acted like he did. Why listen to a theory by a man who clearly and openly is a hentai?

My thoughts were interrupted by Rin.

"Does it hurt?" the little girl asked me, concern showing on her face.

"Well yes it hurts but it's nothing I couldn't bear."

"Higurashi, you need not act brave due my current presence."

"I am not acting brave, colonel sir."

"Ne, I still don't get it", Rin pouted. "Why did you get so many evil bruises so suddenly?"

"I am interested to hear an explanation too", the colonel said stoically, one eyebrow raised.

"And I was sure you had already heard it all from the others", I snorted.

"From the others, yes. Your side of the story however, has yet to be heard."

"Tell Rin, Onee-chan! Please!"

I sighed, closing my eyes for a few seconds. Guess I had no choice then.

"Well… I was in the night patrol when the Red team decided to attack to our head quarters in the middle of the night. I was the one who saw them first so I started to run towards our campsite to wake all the others up. As I was running I took at least two hits, one to my left arm and that one on my left leg. I ran straight into the tent and yelled for them to get up and grab their guns. There were only three of us in night patrol and we had to defend our headquarters while the others were getting up. I guess... Something snapped in my head then", I said with a nervous giggle. "All I kept thinking was how I would not let them take over OUR headquarters. Well, I got up and charged at the attackers. I think then I got that hit to my right shoulder. And that one that hurt my rib. Then, Jakotsu – I mean, Cadet Ito tackled me onto the ground. Air left my lungs then. He started to beat me, holding tightly my throat at the same time. It didn't feel that nice, so I was quite desperate to break free from his grip. And, in the end I managed to do just that."

"And how, if I may ask", colonel Hidaka questioned with his favourite 'one eyebrow arched'-pose.

"I kicked him in the crotch."

He snorted right then and I could see the twitch in the corner of his mouth. But because it is the stoic colonel Hidaka we're talking about, of course he did not laugh or even smile. But that tiny twitch was enough for me. I grinned stupidly.

"That was all, Higurashi?"

"Yes, colonel sir. That was all that happened."

"Spitfire indeed", the colonel muttered dryly to himself.

"Onee-chan, you're so cool!" Rin squealed excitedly.

"I hope you made notes", I laughed, patting the girl's head.

"I certainly hope you didn't", Hidaka said while glancing me from the corner of his eye.

Rin laughed merrily and hugged me.

"Oomph, be careful, please, Rin-chan."

"Oh, sorry..."

"Oh... Colonel Hidaka."

"Yes?"

"I've been meaning to ask you…"

"Yes?"

I reached to grab a white envelope from the table beside my bed. I had asked Shippo to get it to me.

"I got this some time ago", I told the colonel, passing the envelope to him.

"I was wondering whether I could get a week off so I could attend."

Colonel Hidaka took the invitation out of the envelope and eyed on it for a few seconds.

"Do as you like", he then said, tossing the envelope and invitation on to my bed. "Rin, we are leaving."

"Bye, Onee-chan", the little girl chirped and rushed after her father.

I was so shocked about Hidaka's response that I couldn't even reply to Rin-chan.

Colonel Hidaka stood on the training field, watching silently as the maggots underwent his training program for this day. Funny. His keen amber eyes searched the crowd but did not find what they were looking for.

That twinge right now had not been disappointment. Of course not. He would surely not be disappointed over something so meaningless.

Hidaka snorted to himself.

So, Higurashi was away. So what? It was not as if he would feel himself bored right away when she wasn't there. Right.

This sudden feel of emptiness was just completely random.

She had left after the training had ended on the previous night. What ever had possessed him to give her a whole week of? Just because she happened to be invited to the Shikon Gala? Ridiculous. She would be coming next Monday evening. The Gala would be on the Friday-night. He'd take the weekend off, from Thursday evening to Sunday evening. Knowing his father he would be all excited to get him back home. He was irritated already beforehand.

Something was off. He couldn't quite concentrate to supervise the idiots on the training field.

The feeling of something missing couldn't have anything to do with cadet Higurashi. Could not. He could not miss his inferior. If he would miss someone, that would mean he had attached himself to the person – and that was completely out of the question! She was Inuyasha's ex-wife! He wanted nothing Inuyasha wanted. He hadn't even desired after Tessaiga, The motorcycle Inuyasha had got from their father as he graduated. The chromed beauty, top of all the bloody tests ever invented when testing a bike's abilities. No. Sesshoumaru had not wanted that motorbike for a single second. After all, he had got a car from their father when he graduated!

... A perfectly normal, lame-ass car, damnit.

Colonel Hidaka shook his head. He seemed to be spacing out and badly.

All Higurashi's fault.

No. Not hers. DEFINITELY not Higurashi's fault. There were no problems just because she was away. Nope. None.

Everything was perfectly under his control.

I sighed happily as the door closed behind me. Home at last!

I gazed around in my tiny entrance hall. Everything was as I had left it to be. I took my shoes off and stepped forward. I walked over to the tiny but cosy living room and tossed myself on the couch.

Finally. Free to do whatever I wanted.

Why then did I immediately feel bored?

Goddamnit, had they brainwashed me on that stupid island or what? I huffed to myself. There was no time to ponder over it. I should instead busy myself with pondering how the hell would I get a formal dress for Friday? In three days? And where would I get the money from?

So stressing. But I sure didn't want to be left out of the Gala, now way! I had never been in one and knew how hard it was to get an invitation if you were a normal girl like me. Heck, I didn't even know why they had invited me! Not that I would have cared, though. I was invited and would be going there, even if I had to go there naked!

... Well, maybe not quite.

Sighing to myself, my eyes just happened to land on a white envelope on my kitchen table.

Wait a second? Where had that come from?

Frowning I got up and walked over, picking up the envelope.

"For Higurashi Kagome", was elegantly written on it in black ink.

My frown deepened. Well this was just odd.

I opened the envelope and a neatly folded piece of paper fell to my awaiting palm.

"My warmest greetings to you", the notes started, written on the same elegant handwriting and in the same black ink.

"I wanted to inform you that you need not to worry about anything. All has already been taken care of. I figured that with your current training you had no way to get yourself ready for the Gala, therefore I decided to "butt in" and offer you my helping hand – hope you don't mind that too much. Now, the Gala starts at six pm. A limo shall come to pick you up at two o'clock sharp, be ready! First it will take you to the boutique where are the jewellery you will be wearing in the Gala. Mind you, you'll only borrow them for the night so treat them with care.

Then you will proceed to fetch your dress and shoes – those you may keep if you like.

Finally you will be taken to Roxanne's Salon, where they will see to your hair, make up and help you get prepared as well.

So, as I already told you, everything's been taken care of. I hope you can forgive me my arrangements, which I did without even asking your opinions first.

Yours sincerely,

H. Katsuo"

After reading the note I was even more confused. The name signed elegantly to the bottom of the paper did not ring any bells. Who the heck was this guy? I had never heard of him! And what was this all about a limo? Me in a limo? And the Roxanne's Salon he mentioned was very well known. It was a classy place only the better people used – the ones who truly could afford it.

I have to admit that my first thought was if this were a bad joke or something. I mean honestly, a total stranger wouldn't spend awfully lot of money just to make me look good in one Gala, now would he?

The note kept nagging me a lot and my feelings towards it were incompatible. There were moments I was yet doubtful and sceptic and also times when I was excited though puzzled, and also very grateful towards my unknown benefactor. But everything was still uncertain until the Friday came.

It was a hectic afternoon. I had never had such an afternoon before in my life and I doubted that I ever would have. I had spent my free days in peace, visiting my family, hanging out with Sango, spending time with teacup and one of my favourite books. In other words: Living in a world of utter harmony, peace and relaxation. And then... The Friday came. And the most unexpected thing happened. Exactly as it had been told in the note, an exclusive black limo actually came to pick me up. It wasn't just a lame attempted to ridicule me. Oh no.

It went as I had been informed in that peculiar note. The driver refused to tell me who was behind all this. After a while of trying to get it out him I gave up.

The result of it all was that the limo finally stopped before the Yamada mansion. A servant came to open up the door and help me out. I smiled friendly at him, stepped out of the car and straightened a bit my dress. I felt like a princess.

My dress was one of black satin, with beautiful rose-red embroidery and some white lace decorating it. My hair was dressed in an elegant way, on a complex mix of buns and braids. A single white lily was the only hair-ornament I wore. Wrapped around my neck was a black velvet choker, on which was a single tear-shaped diamond. DIAMOND! It seemed that the hell was at last frozen completely. For me to even touch a diamond, let alone to wear one... And in fact, it wasn't just one I was wearing, since I had a bracelet where was more of them too.

I really did not know what to think of this mysterious H. Katsuo person, thanks to whom all of this was possible. How could I ever repay him?

A set of white marble stairs opened up in front of me. I raised my hem just a bit, to be able to ascent the staircase. I never had walked on high heels before but to my surprise it seemed to be natural to me. I didn't stagger awkwardly, although I did not glide quite as elegantly as the most poshy looking guests put there. On the top of the staircase was a polished pair of doors. They were opened for me and I stepped in.

The hall was the biggest I had ever been in. For a moment I could but stand there, stunned, wondering if it really was okay for me to be here.

Then I noticed the host of this evening, the Minister of Defence, Yamada Toutousai. I recognised him for I had seen his face several times in news and such. He did seem to be quite an ordinary old man, with bulging eyes and pointed grey beard but he was regarded very highly.

"Miss Higurashi, the dress suits you better than I could have ever hoped for."

I twirled around and finally saw my mysterious benefactor. He was probably older than he seemed to be. He was dressed in a neat black suit and looked noble from head to toes. Next to him was standing a woman clearly younger than him, with a glossy black hair and friendly smile.
"Katsuo-sama, I presume", I replied to him and bowed. "How can I ever express my gratitude enough to –"

"Please, Miss Higurashi. I need not your gratitude."

"But I have to repay you, Katsuo-sama", I insisted. I couldn't believe my ears. Maybe this man was a bit senile?

"If you wish to repay me, then promise me to have the time of your life tonight", Katsuo said, smiling.

"But – "

"Don't worry about it, Miss Higurashi. It's not like my husband could not afford it", the friendly lady – obviously Katsuo-sama's wife – said to me.

Now when I looked at her more closely, she seemed kind of familiar. As well as Katsuo. Yet I could not bring myself to remember where exactly had I met them before – if I had met them at all.

"But this is just such a wondrous gift to me. I've done nothing to really earn it and I feel bad."

"You shouldn't, Miss Higurashi. Think about it as an... apology gift, if you like."

"But you've never done anything to me that would need apologizing", I objected.

He just smiled me that little, mysterious smile of his.

"Maybe I have not. But still I kind of feel that I should ask for your forgiveness."

To say that I was confused would have been a huge understatement.

Then I heard footsteps and someone clearing his throat. The voice seemed to come from somewhere behind Katsuo-sama's broad back.

"Oh, right, how clumsy of me. I completely forgot. Please miss... Meet my son."

Katsuo-sama stepped aside with his wife.

Silence followed as I stood there, frozen, staring at the son of that kind old man.

He was gorgeous in his fancy black suit, his long hair freely flowing past his shoulders, his pale features in complete calmness.

I felt my eyes beginning to sting because not blinking for so long. I also fought to get my voice back.

"I certainly was not expecting to see you over here", I finally managed to say, being as polite as I just could, "colonel Hidaka."

"Well, Sesshoumaru my boy, what do you think", his father cut in, saving us all from a very awkward moment. "I'd say my choice of a dress suits Miss Higurashi here quite well."

I blushed at the compliment and lowered my gaze. After all, I was a very humble person and wasn't all used to being the centre of attention of such a noble, powerful men. It was, in fact, a little uneasy.

"It does not look half that bad", he said stoically.

I gaped at that. It wasn't actually a compliment, but... wow.

"Half that bad", Katsuo protested. "She looks astonishing."

"Beautiful", Mrs Hidaka agreed.

Colonel Hidaka humphed.

"Oh, Kagome!"

I turned around and saw a woman clad in green dress. She was smiling and walked over to us. Soon after her a bearded old man followed.

"Captain Miyagi", I greeted her, surprised at seeing her here.

"You're no longer an underling of mine, Kagome-chan. Please, just call me Ayame."

The cheery red-head turned to the family Hidaka standing right next to me.

"Good evening to you, Mr Hidaka, Mrs Hidaka", she said with graceful curtsies. "And Sesshoumaru-kun", she added.

The colonel greeted her with a stiff nod as couple Hidaka gave hearty replies.

The older man caught up with us.

"There you are, Katsuo!"

"Oh, Kenji my old friend!"

After necessary greetings, bows and smiles the newly arrived elder man spared me a glance.

"And who is this young lady here?"

"Father, here is Higurashi Kagome, once one of my favourite underlings. Unfortunately Sesshoumaru-kun stole her from me."

"So you are the one in SAF, eh?"

"That is correct", I replied with a nod of my head.

"So pretty and small and slim", Mr Miyagi said shaking his head.

"I've been meaning to ask you, Sesshoumaru-kun, how is she doing?"

A short silence followed during which my heart skipped a beat or two.

"Actually she is better than one might presume. She has some potential but still has a long way to go. She is still too rash from time to time."

Saying this he glanced at me sharply. A dry smirk played on his lips.

I blinked and blushed.

He actually was... complimenting me? And... smirking at me.

Quite scary, actually.

"Where is Inuyasha", Mr Miyagi questioned.

"You know him", Katsuo said with a little laugh. "These kinds of Galas are not exactly suitable for him. His manners and social skills are not quite what you would call… ehm..."

"I understand", the other old man chuckled. Then he glanced around him, at us. "What, you are still here? Run along, children."

I suppose that was to dismiss us – "Us" being me, captain Miyagi and colonel Hidaka.

Ayame grabbed linked her arm with mine and walked me away from them.

"Good we got away from them, before they start to babble about boring stuff again."

I couldn't but giggle at her words.

To my surprise, colonel Hidaka actually had obeyed the old man's 'suggestion', and was now following me and Ayame – with a certain distance of course.

"Well", Ayame said, glancing back at the stuck-up silver-haired colonel, "how has it been with him?"

"Uuhm…" I glanced back at him too, uncertain of what I should say. I knew that even though the distance he was keeping to us, he still would be able to hear every single word of our conversation.

"Well… He has not been half that bad", I finally said, smirking to myself. I mentally patted my back for having been able to swing the colonel's own words right back at him.

Ayame chuckled merrily.

"I'm thirsty", I said then.

"Me too." Ayame stopped on her tracks and semi-turned around. "Sesshoumaru-kun", she said with her sweetest smile on her face and batting her eyelashes at him. "Would you be so sweet and get us some champagne?"

He didn't respond at all, merely walked away towards the banquet table.

I blinked as I watched him go.

"Why Kagome-chan, why so surprised?"

"I didn't expect him to actually agree", I admitted.

"Well, he knows very well that gentleman always goes to get drinks to his date."

I blushed very thoroughly at that.

"But I'm not his date", I resisted, shaking my head frantically, still being beet-red.

Ayame just smirked.

"Aww, but why not", she said in a teasing tone. "In some very crooked way you could make a wonderful pair – and I know, I've known Sesshoumaru since he was a mere trotter. He tends to keep pushing everyone away from him but really, he's not that bad…"

I was glad I was not yet drinking or eating anything for I was certain I would have choked.

And that's how colonel Hidaka found us as he returned with three glasses of champagne, I was still nearly as red as the embroidery in my gown and Ayame was smirking to herself like a kid who has just found out where mother hid the cookies.

But naturally, colonel Hidaka being as he was he merely cocked his eyebrow.

I mumbled thanks as I took my glass from him. I couldn't look straight into his eyes after all Ayame had just said a few seconds earlier.

Ayame gracefully bowed her thanks and took her glass.

We stood there in silence, sipping champagne every now and then until Ayame spotted a friend of hers and rushed to catch up with her after hastily saying goodbye to us.

Being left alone with colonel Hidaka was a very nerve-wracking experience. The silence lingered. I dared not raise my gaze from the marble floor for I knew that if I but glanced at him, I would eventually end up gawking at him. I couldn't really help it, he was gorgeous. The bad thing was that he knew it. I gulped nervously, bringing the rim of the glass to my lips again. With him standing by myself I truly felt out of place.

"Get a hold of yourself, Higurashi. You'll end up breaking that glass if your grip gets any tighter."

A comment like that was so typical of him that the cadet couldn't help but chuckle.

"What", he questioned, his tone a bit sharper than before.

"Nothing", she said smiling brilliantly at him. "Absolutely nothing."

His eyes widened – just a tad bit, but still. She didn't seem to notice. He had not felt anything flutter inside just now. Had not. And if he had had, it would have not been because just one smile. One pretty smile. One very attractive –

He shook his head. What on Earth was happening to him?

Even though he would never admit it out loud, he rather liked the dress his father had bought for her. It suited her very well. She looked like a noble lady. It was hard for him to believe that here was the very same cadet that had beaten the hell out of another cadet just in the beginning of this very week. Her close-combat skills had bettered noticeably.

He noted that her glass was empty. So, like a gentleman he was raised to be, he asked:

"You want me to go and fill your glass?"

She blushed in that adorable way for hers at his words and shyly gazed the floor.

"Well, you don't have to bother to – "

Huffing he snapped her glass and walked away, leaving the woman to stare after him, puzzled.

It felt very awkward to him, to see the cadet acting the way she did - so feminine. Compared to what he was used to see her behave, this young woman in the Gala could have been an entirely different being. Maybe Colonel Hidaka would have had even harder time believing this shy attractive girl truly was cadet Higurashi, had he not seen her more than once in the company of Rin.

Idly he could not but to wonder which the true Higurashi Kagome was.

He snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head violently.

'Get a grip, Sesshoumaru. One might think that you are really engrossed by her.'

He nodded his thanks to the servant who poured the drink into the glasses and then turned around, starting to walk back to the cadet.

As he was but mere steps from her however, he froze. There, by her side was standing a young black-haired man whom Sesshoumaru recognised to be the younger son of the minister of trade. Automatically his grip of the glasses tightened as he clenched his teeth. The guy seemed to be cheerily chatting with Kagome and the said young woman merrily laughed along whatever story he was telling.

No reasons of his could explain this sudden bitter feeling clutching his chest with its long dark fingers. Neither could he explain the sudden crave to spill the foolish young man's blood all over the beautiful white marble floor.

Clenching his teeth again he resumed his walk.

"Here", he said, offering the now filled glass to the cadet.

"Thank you", she said smiling with a light blush on her cheeks. She took the glass from him and flushed more the moment her fingers lightly touched his.

Hidaka ignored the sudden accidental contact and turned to face the black-haired young man.

"Good evening to you, Ichimura-san." His words were polite but his tone was colder than the planes of ice over the Antarctica.

The son of a ministered shuddered involuntary. It seemed that he had made a very bad decision when coming over to talk with this beautiful young woman. Colonel Hidaka was known to live for his reputation. He was honour-bound and polite, yes, but also the feared leader of the SAF-troop, a merciless colonel. Definitely not one to mess with. And it seemed that it was even more dangerous to mess with his woman.

"Ah, Hidaka-san. Good evening." Ichimura turned to give a short bow to Kagome. "Alas, I have to leave. I enjoyed our conversation."

With that, the young man scurried away with his tail between his legs.

Sesshoumaru watched him go not bothering to hide the smug grin from his face.

The atmosphere had changed completely from the one it had been before. I couldn't tell if it was because of Mr Ichimura's interference or because of something completely else but it confused me. The air around him was smugly, nearly something one might call 'possessive'. But what reason there was for him to feel possessiveness? And over what?

I shook my head sipping the champagne.

And then, he was there again.

"It's sad to watch you two", the old man drawled in. "You are young; this night is yours, the time of your life, have fun!"

"Father", colonel Hidaka coolly replied, "What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Sometimes he's so thick-headed that it really makes me want to cry", Hidaka Katsuo confessed to me, sighing. I tried my best to keep straight face as he turned back to look at the colonel.

"Look over there, Sesshoumaru", he advised, pointing the correct direction with his hand, "and tell me what you see."

"People who're dancing", the young man replied stoically.

"Correct! Now could you maybe answer one question for me, son?"

"Depends on the question."

"What in all heaven's sake are you still standing here for?"

I saw how colonel startled at the question and how his brow furrowed.

Hidaka Katsuo sighed to himself rather dramatically.

"Here, my boy. Allow daddy to help you out."

He took colonel Hidaka's hand to his own, then, to my utter surprise grabbed my hand with his other, and started to walk us both towards the dance floor.

My eyes widened and my cheeks were tinted with rosy pink as the realisation finally dawned on me. As I realised what was about to happen.

Reaching the edge of the dance-floor Mr Hidaka stopped in his tracks, I and colonel halted as well, following his lead.

He placed colonel Hidaka's hand upon mine and then squeezed, forcing his finger curl around my smaller hand. I was sporting a nice chronic blush on my cheeks by now.

Katsuo let go.

"Have fun."

The old man grinned and walked away.

We stood there; both avoiding each other's eyes. My own eyes became drawn to the sight of our locked hands. My blush darkened.

I glanced at colonel Hidaka from the corner of my eye and saw him staring intently at somewhere. Following his gaze I noted that he was actually glaring at someone. Mr Ichimura.

Colonel's lips thinned and his hold of my hand grew a bit tighter.

To my utter surprise he led us onto the dance floor.

I wasn't very skilled in dancing but with colonel Hidaka's graceful lead I found it rather easy. I marvelled to myself how great a dancer he was.

It felt awkward at first, both of us feeling that the only reason we danced was because colonel's crazed father had done everything but pushed me into his arms and screeched "DANCE ALREADY, DAMNIT!". Also if you're doing something only because you feel obligated to do it, it's not very enjoyable. We continued to avoid looking into each other's eyes the best we could. I stole glances at him every now and then though, probably because I tried to convince myself that I was not dreaming. That this was really happening, THIS, dancing in a formal Gala in a beautiful dress to a classical music with none other than colonel Hidaka. I kept getting flashbacks of him... The time I first time saw him... When he stood there in the rain watching me doing the push ups... How he coldly glared at me when I did wrong the move he had instructed.

As I walked through my memories I realised how much colonel Hidaka had changed in those 9 weeks he had been training me. Or rather colonel Hidaka hasn't changed that much, but the way he treated me had changed tremendously. As I remembered how horrible he had been towards me two months prior I now became completely relaxed. I now felt comfortable – even safe – with him. My grip of his shoulder tightened and I squeezed his hand lightly. His eyes flew to me and I tilted my head back and looked straight into his eyes. Then I smiled.

I saw the sun-kissed orbs of him widen. His reaction made me smile only brighter. He did not avert his eyes, nor did I avert mine. The warm gold depths were drawing in. I surprised but at the same time very delighted as I noted that the layer of coldness was now melted away. We didn't even hear the music anymore as we gracefully moved on the marble floor as one, eyes locked. I think that our brains must have bidden goodbye to our bodies as well, because no other fact could explain the thing that happened next.

Well, it felt as if it would be the most normal thing to do. We both felt the strong connection. My heart began to beat faster for I realised it from the tiny glint of his eyes, I knew what he was about to do. My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned closer to him. A very warm feeling fluttered in my chest as his soft lips finally settled on mine.

Chie: THEY KISS! –goes all awwwwww- Hey wait a second, I'm the writer here .. O.o; Ehhehehe –rubs her neck-

Anyway, it came a tad bit late, again. But I have (again) an excuse. They're called matriculation examination, and they're evil. Now I'm sure that term says nothing to you, so I could probably call them as "graduation exams" or then "evil UBER EXAMS". Hmmh, yuppers.

But hey, I had something I needed to ask you! I've been thinking... (yes, I have. O.o scary, isn't it?) That should I get myself a Livejournal account? Would someone of you possibly be interested on how my fics proceed, what kind of ideas I have for possible future-fics and how I'm just basically doing? If enough of you say yes, I'll do it. (And make mrssmeagol happy o,O)