I am SORRY.
SORRY SORRY SORRY.
Its been like... what? 4 MONTHS SINCE THE LAST UPDATE.
You can yell, you can flame, you can kick sand in my eyes and I wouldn't blame you.
I AM SO SORRY! I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! I AM ROBBING THE EARTH OF ITS PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS AIR EVERYDAY BY BREATHING! GOMEN-NASAI! I SHOULDN'T STEAL LINES FROM RITSU! I AM WORSE THAN HIM! I DON'T DESERVE TO BE TYPING THIS! GOMEN-NASAAAAAIII!
But you guys (insert cheezy Cheese Whiz commercial drawl here) waaaaaaaaant the chapter, dooon't you? So whether I deserve to type this or not, I'm typin' it!
However, if you're still wanting to kill me, I have the right to send cute chibi ninja assasins to... uhm... DISAPPEAR those who attempt homicide on me.
Yes. That was modified from 'Art of Otaku'. Oh, GOMEN-NASAAAII! I REALLY SHOULDN'T BE RIPPING OFF LINES! GOMEN GOMEN SORRY! GOMEN GOMEN GOMEN-SAAAAAII!
-Dead Shino comes with a very very sharp katana, eye twitching-
ONTO THE CHAPTER! CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE KILLED BY A DEAD PERSON THAT, I, MINI-CHOBI, TECHNICALLY KILLED!
Chouji groaned, clutching his stomache.
Shikamaru looked worriedly over the piece of sashimi he was eating.
"Oi, Chouji... you OK?" asked Shika.
"Erm... I think I ate something that disagreed with my stomache."
Ino, who was sitting beside Shikamaru, bit her lip, looking worried. Nervously, she laughed. "First time for everything, eh?"
Chouji grimaced and got up.
"I'm going to the washroom..."
After watching Chouji lumber off to the men's room, Shikamaru and Ino immediatly dropped the food on their chopsticks, grabbed plastic bags out of nowhere and proceeded to try and hurl up the food they had eaten, afraid of some virus in it.
A random Jounin that had passed their table a few moments ago looked back over and sighed.
Women, sure. But now males are being bullimic too? Oh please... and right out in the open too.
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Chouji did his buisness, washed his hands and leaned against the sink, not yet bothering to turn off the water tap. What was wrong with wim? (1)
Forgetting about the tap, he walked towards the door, but felt sick again. Redirecting his feet to the stalls, Chouji didn't get more than 5 steps before he collapsed on the floor, poison having worked its way around his body.
Within seconds, the sink overflowed, and miniature waterfalls of icy water splashed down onto the floor. A minute afterwards, Chouji was already soaked and deathly cold.
(1) What was wrong with wim? It was supposed to be What was wrong with him? But I couldn't find it in my heart to break the 'w'. Heh. I can find it in my heart to kill characters but not to type him? What a weirdo, huh?
Anyway, you can say that it's short, but One by One is supposed to be consisted of near-drabble-shortness chapters. Short, direct, dark humour and tragedy is the way One by One is constructed. I'll try and get more chapters up shortly. Heh. Short.