Clary: OH MY GOD, I'M SO PROUD OF THIS CHAPTER~~~~~ WAAAHHHHHH~~~~ I'm soo happy~~~~~

Lia: I think this has something to do with the fact that oh-my-god-Lia-has-finally-allowed-Issa-to-write-a-Chitose-scene.

Clary: YES! I've wanted to write a Chitose scene since like EVER, except that Lia's always scrapped them because she never thought they fit. This time, IT FIT and I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lia: I have to warn you guys a little: the reason why Issa loves her little Chitose scenes is because Chitose curses. A lot. Meaning that she has an excuse to curse all she wants because she always tells me that she's just 'trying to put Chitose in character' (as if I believe her...)

Clary: Woot woot~~~~~~ (delirious with joy)

Lia: So yes, the Chitose scene is a little dangerous to those who don't like... colorful language. You've been warned. I tried to get her to use the bare minimum, honestly, I did, but allowing the Chitose scene was the only way to get her to write this chapter.. so there.

Clary: Joy to the world~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lia: Just... please be warned. Oh, and if you guys are asking, yes, Issa talks just like Chitose. Unless her mom or I'm there to put her mouth under control.

DEATH PLAY

Written by: Clary~

Acknowledgements to: Lia (oh my gosh, Lia, I love you for letting me write my Chitose scene~~~), Alatarielf (don't worry, we promised to finish this story and we WILL~~ because we love you soo much~~), neumegami (thanks so much~ we've made up now.. sorta... oh and you deserve our comments~ you're the best artist we've seen EVER~), phoenixfirekitsune (maa... Persona likes powerful puppets... hope you like this chappie~), lemon-and-chai (there'll be more~~ read and see~ we love Yukimura and Chitose too~~), Shuzuka (haha~ we're glad we made you happy~), BleuFleur (read and see, ne? Oh and great guess~ perfectly spot on~~), yume229 (thanks, ne? Your comments mean a lot to us~), sotfreakazoid (CORRECT!), Knightess of Cydonia Starlight (we're glad we amuse you~~~ oh my god, we love comma fans~~~ -bear hugs-)

X. NO OTHER TEZUKA

Syusuke can't sleep.

He'd wrung himself dry thinking about his mother and Persona and nii-san and counting moldings, just trying to forget everything entirely (and failing dramatically), he couldn't sleep anymore. All he did was stare, and stare and stare at the ceiling some more.

He wished he could just go back to sleep, he didn't care about the nightmares anymore, let them come, at the very least, they were familiar in the way that they scared him, at the very least he understood why they scared him.

He was feeling very many kinds of scared these days, he would have appreciated something that scared him ever since a long, long time ago.

He was scared of Persona, and part of him wanted to think that he knew why entirely, but he didn't, of course. He tried to think that he was scared of Persona because he could kill people just like that, without even batting an eye, but he had never been scared of death before, he walked in it, why would he be scared? Maybe he was scared of what Persona seemed to know about his family, but he didn't know, he didn't know.

He found himself not knowing a lot of things these days, and just... he didn't know what to do anymore.

Then there was his nii-san. He was scared of his nii-san, too, because suddenly, there were all these feelings that he didn't understand, feelings that he shouldn't be having because they were related and... It hurts.

He'd woken up that morning, a few hours after the kisses, feeling so contented and loved and altogether happy. And then he realized he was alone at exactly the same moment he realized that it was his nii-san who... who he'd just... And he'd wondered if it all had been just a dream.

And then his nii-san saunters out of his bathroom, and suddenly it was not a dream, it was real, and nii-san looked so beautiful like that, but nii-san didn't show any signs of recalling the events that morning, so he pretended he didn't either. It hurt so much, trying to let go of a memory so precious, but if it made things easier for his brother, then he would not have hesitated to do it all over again.

And he'd lain in his bed, still awake in the middle of the night, telling himself that there wasn't anything to be afraid about, he was thinking too much when it came to Persona and he was feeling too much when it came to his brother, and just overly paranoid about everything else, that everything was actually okay and would be okay in the morning.

It was such a shame that it wasn't working.

No matter how much he tried, he didn't have the heart to believe any of it and no matter how much he tried, it hurt.

It was why he found himself sneaking into his brother's room, like he always used to do before and worming his way into his brother's bed, trying to find the comfort he had drawn from his brother before, trying to find something that would calm him down enough to get him to sleep.

Only he found nothing but pain.

It hurt even more, lying sideways, watching his brother sleep, knowing his brother wasn't even aware of his presence, wishing he was, and that nii-san would love him the way he did that morning, kissing him, looking at him like he was the center of the universe, like he was the most important thing ever in his brother's entire life.

It was a selfish thing, he knew, and he wouldn't be the only person in nii-san's life forever. Some day, his nii-san would find a girl he really liked, and they'd marry and have a family, and Syusuke would have no choice but be happy for them, even if he was left alone, with no one else, because he wouldn't have the strength to love anyone else but his nii-san.

He turned his head upwards, so he saw the moonlight playing on his brother's face and imagined not having that face to look at when he woke up from his nightmares at night, and found that he couldn't.

He reached out an arm to trace his brother's face, smooth and perfect, just as his brother always was, through the responsibilities and the obligations he'd taken up when everyone they loved had died. His face was unguarded right now, when he can't have control because he was asleep, and it was beautiful to Syusuke.

He smiled softly, admiring his brother's face in the moonlight. Nii-san was still a child, despite everything, nii-san was still a child. He hid it very well, better than Syusuke did, but the childish unruliness of his hair and the childish curves of his face that he han't grown out of were both strong indications. All those, of course, were masked by his stern expression and his confident and strong bearing, but nii-san was still a child, too.

He was still a child, and Syusuke... He shouldn't burden his nii-san too much.

The things Syusuke was feeling would only become a nuisance and bring uncertainty to the child his brother truly was, and Syusuke can't bring himself to hurt his brother like that.

It was... It was time he grew up, too.

He brought himself up to give his nii-san one last kiss, one last... before... before he'd try to forget everything so that nii-san could be happy.

It was just a brush of their lips, though it succeeded in picking up the pace of his heart, but Syusuke pulled away, he didn't know how he did it, but he pulled and walked away.

It was only when he was in the darkness of his room that he let himself feel again.

He let himself admit he loved his brother, he let himself cry over it, he let himself feel the despair because no one would be around to see.

Everything was distant, his room felt altogether too big now, everything was so far away, or maybe it was just because he felt alone.

He promised himself this was the last night he'd allow himself to be a child. Tomorrow, he'd grow up the way he refused to, many, many years ago, when he needed to. He'd grow up like his nii-san did, the day their parents died. He'd grow up and take up the responsibilities and obligations his brother had shouldered a long, long time ago. He was long overdue for it, anyway.

But for now, for tonight, he'd let himself cry like the child he really was.

./.

Chitose Senri was not a morning person, he never was, never will be, he was always cranky when he lacked sleep.

Therefore, he had every fucking right to be cranky when he hadn't had sleep for an entire fucking day and a half, had drunk two damn cups of what was probably the worst coffee in the entire fucking world, had spent said entire day and a half with a fucking, prissy bitch princess who can handle little profanity (and who'd made him pay for the crap coffee of the fucking diner) and was now being denied sleep because he had to stay with another equally bitchy idiot of a thief 'for interrogation purposes.'

Interrogation purposes his ass.

The bitch wasn't fucking going anywhere, she was in one of the fucking rooms Persona created (? or whatever, he couldn't care less how Persona got them), she was under his fucking influence and he'd told her to stay put, damn it, and to top it all off, she was fucking tied up, too, by bitch princess' fucking shadows.

They could fucking question her sometime later, in a more decent hour, when Chitose had had his sleep, because he was a goddamn human and he needed to sleep, don't give him some crap about how they had to interrogate her now, the bitch could wait until he was well-rested, she could wait forever, if he wanted her to and she would, because she was under his fucking influence.

Except, of course, bitch princess didn't get it.

And Chitose spent the entire hour the bitch was lecturing him about time and etiquette, finding new ways to curse him to hell and back and back again.

He was wasting many, many, many hours of his fucking life here, being lectured by a bitch and later on interrogating another bitch, he was going to be sure to fucking collect.

No wonder Keigo hated bitches. They were... well, bitchy.

He looked up from where he had slumped his head on the table and realized that the bitch princess had already left, leaving him alone with the other pretty bitch he'd flirted with across the street. He must admit, he felt a little pride with that stunt, no one had ever managed to flirt with anyone from all the way across the street, he was probably the first, and he'd flirted with an equally flirty girl, even though she turned out to be a bitch.

"You will anser all my questions," he ordered her and he felt his anger spike again at watching her blank expression.

Fine. Fine. He was going to fucking interrogate the stupid bitch, he was going to ask questions and that was it. That was it. He was just going to ask some damn questions, the prissy princess can't expect him to be bothered with listening to the answers, he wasn't going to, and if the princess didn't tape this stupid interrogation and can't find the answers to his damn questions, then it was his problem, and his problem alone, it was certainly not Chitose's.

After a few minutes of trying to find the best way to say the question, he finally came up with a decent, cliche, profanity-free, "Who are you working for?"

Nevermind that it came out like 'whoreyuworkinfor' because he'd slurred the words together in an effort to say them all in one grunt so he won't be tempted to add extra colorful language. Whatever. The bitch can fucking understand.

She gave a monotonous "Ashikaga-san" for an answer. Needless to say, Chitose wasn't very happy.

"Give me his whole fucking name, you bitch!" he screamed out, but for all his efforts, the girl only opened and closed her mouth like a fucking fish, and said, again, "Ashikaga-san".

As if Chitose didn't hear it the first fucking time. He resisted the (strong) urge to order her to strip and dance around like the fucking chicken she was.

What happened to his resolve to not listen to her answers? Apparently, bitches were in a completely different universe from Chitose, they just didn't understand that Chitose needed the fucking sleep and damn them all for wasting his time and just being altogether bitchy.

"Why did you break in the Dangerous Ability students' records?" he managed to grind out, struggling to keep his speech free of profanity. It was hard, he wanted (so, so much) to swear the bitch to kingdome come.

"Ashikaga-san wanted to know if there was any student in the Academy that could interfere with his plans."

"Was there any?" he asked, stragely curious about this game the immortals were playing. If he was going to spend his sleep-alloted time interrogating a fucking bitch, he might as well enjoy it (and no, he hadn't forgotten his vendetta on bitch princess and he won't forget, no matter how enjoyable, god forbid, this interrogation might be).

"None that we are aware of."

Okay... That was... bad. "What is his plan?"

"He wants to destroy the Academy."

Okay... That was even worse. He plans to destroy the Academy and no student could be able to interfere with his 'plans'. That was... well, that was definitely not good. "How?"

"He wants to come into contact with the Greater Dead, Morto, chained beyound the Seventh Gate. Once he has Morto under his control, he could be able to command an army of dead to destroy the Academy and he, himself, would be unreachable in Death."

Chitose wanted to gape in surprise. "Your Ashikaga-san can walk in death?"

"Research of the bloodline allowed him to."

He could feel the realization seeping in and oh, god...

Research of the bloodline allowed him to.

Of the bloodline.

Oh, god. He could already venture a guess as to what bloodline that was (and he was pretty sure he'd be right, too).

Oh, god.

"Was... Was that the reason why...?" He couldn't even ask the stupid question, it was all so... Oh, god. "Was that the reason why...?"

"Why Ashikaga-san sanctioned the massacre of the three clans, yes."

Oh, god. . Oh, god. "Why?"

"Ashikaga-san killed all three clans himself, though the massacre of the Yukimura and Tezuka clans were only to make sure. Ashikaga-san didn't want to risk any interference."

"Why?" he asked, more forcefully this time, because he needed to know, this was very, very important.

"The massacre of the Fuji clan was sanctioned because of their affinity to death. The Yukimura and Tezuka killings happened because of their ties to the Fuji, Ashikaga-san didn't want to leave any string untied."

"You weren't able to kill all of them," Chitose stated blandly, because it was a fact, bitch princess, Tezuka and Syusuke were still alive. Alive and powerful.

"The scions of the Yukimura and Tezuka clans, Yukimura Seiichi and Tezuka Kunimitsu, hardly pose a threat to our plans."

"What about the other Tezuka?" This was a little risky, considering. This bitch looked at all the files of the Dangerous Ability students, she would have seen Syusuke's file, too.

... Wait. That time... That time, Syusuke's file was with Persona.

"There is no other Tezuka." This was said very firmly. He was right, she hadn't seen Syusuke's file. What was he thinking when he thought that she had seen Syusuke's file? If she did, she would have known that Syusuke was a danger to them, Syusuke walks in death, he commands death.

She would have known who Syusuke was, too.

Chitose smiled, but it was without humor. Still. "Of course not."

./.

Yukimura stood outside Syusuke's door and listened to him cry. He could pretty much tell what happened in the day that he was gone and he couldn't help but feel more than a little angry.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, being the idiot he was, went and screwed everything up so badly in a measly (give or take) twenty-four hours, Yukimura didn't know where to start the damage control.

Persona finding out about Syusuke was... okay, he guessed, he could deal with that, he could deal with Persona knowing about what Syusuke could do, yes, he could, that was the okay part. The not-okay part was Tezuka basically molesting Syusuke so that Syusuke's feelings caught up to him and forgetting all about it. So now, Syusuke thought that he was being selfish, as well as, unloved.

But seriously, how could you forget about almost-screwing your own brother?

Yukimura wanted to bang his head against the door. Tezuka, in the duration of the (give or take) twenty-four hours that Yukimura wasn't around, managed to throw Syusuke in a whirlwind of feelings that Yukimura can't protect him from, that hurt him, was still hurting him, and, if the crying from inside the room was any inkling, made him feel like he wanted to die. All because of his idiocy.

Yukimura wanted to go into Tezuka's room and squeeze all the stupidity out of him, why the hell had he entrusted his only cousin's happiness to an idiot, of all things? Yukimura wanted to go into Tezuka's room, wrap his hands around that stupid neck and squeeze until all the idiocy was drained out of the idiot or until he choked and died, or both, Yukimura didn't care what, as long as he did something to Tezuka, Syusuke wasn't supposed to cry like that, Tezuka was supposed to make Syusuke happy, for god's sake, it was the only reason why Yukimura had allowed his cousin to be within ten feet of the idiot.

He wanted to bang the idiocy out of Tezuka, only he can't do that, idiots are going to keep on being idiots and keep on screwing years of well-made plans up no matter what he did with them. He wanted to kill Tezuka, only he can't do that, either, he would only succeed on making Syusuke's condition worse than it was right now.

So he did the next best thing.

By early dawn, he was sitting on one of the many plush armchairs in Tezuka's suite, holding a folder in one hand, and stonily waiting for the idiot to wake up.

Ten minutes before the alarm was set to ring, there was a rustle from the bed and out came Tezuka Kunimitsu.

He noticed Yukimura almost immediately, and Yukimura wasn't surprised, they were trained for these kind of things.

"Yukimura," the idiot acknowledged, reaching for his glasses and fixing him with a firm stare. "What's wrong?"

Yukimura narrowed his eyes, but he gave Tezuka a twisted version of his usual smile. "You tell me," he said in a calm, carefully controlled voice, cocking his head to the direction of Syusuke's room. His sobs had subsided, but it hadn't stopped entirely, and one can still hear it, especially if one was trained the way they were.

The eyes behind the glasses widened (only by a little, the jerk). There was an almost unseen jolt in Tezuka's body, as if he was fighting off the reflex to run into Syusuke's room, and Yukimura thought, good, at least he took his job of taking care of his cousin seriously.

Even though he sucked so badly at it.

"He's crying," Tezuka said, as if Yukimura needed to be reminded. "Why?"

Yukimura widened his smile in a great effort to not just wrap his arms around that neck and squeeze. He was fighting a heroic battle against his violent urges so much, he felt like he should be given medals. "I wouldn't know," he said, and not without venom. "I wasn't the one who basically molested him and forgot all about it, leaving him to try and make sense of everything all on his own."

Surprise flashed in the idiot's eyes for about half a second before he regained his composure. "I.. I didn't..." Or perhaps not.

"Of course you didn't." Yukimura offered him a patronizing smile. "You were only shoving your tongue down his throat and undressing him. I'm not a master at words, so who am I to say that was molestation?"

"Yukimura..." Tezuka sighed and Yukimura wanted to butcher him. "I... That was a mistake."

"That's right, that's what Syusuke thinks," Yukimura replied. "He also thinks that he's dirty and selfish and twisted for loving you and enjoying your kisses, and I'm sure you think he's right."

Tezuka looked up sharply. "I don't-"

"Damn it, Tezuka!" Yukimura cried, already at the limit of his patience. He was tired of all the 'I don't' and all the 'I didn't' and all the 'that was' that seemed to be all the idiot was capable of. "He loves you, do you understand? He loves you and you were supposed to make him happy."

Yukimura realized he was standing now, and shaking with barely-suppressed anger. He was clutching the folder he held tightly and he worked to relax himself so his grip on the folder loosened. He jerked his free hand in the direction of Syusuke's room and Syusuke's crying. "He's not happy, or am I wrong? Are those tears of joy?"

"You know as well as I do why we can't-"

Yukimura cut him off again. He didn't want to hear any of this guy's pathetic reasoning, none of them are good enough, none of them will ever be good enough. "Why you can't what, Tezuka? Why you can't love him? Are you saying he doesn't deserve to be loved the way he loves you, is that it, is that how you really-?"

Tezuka stood up, too. "I'm not saying that! I love him but-"

"But what?" Yukimura questioned, challenging him to try and insult Syusuke once again. "But what? He loves you, you stupid idiot. He loves you, how many times do I have to say it before it gets through your head?"

Tezuka looked away and the wicked side of Yukimura he liked to pretend didn't exist wanted to decapitate the idiot and have done with it. "He shouldn't," Tezuka finally said, his voice quiet.

"I agree with you, he shouldn't," Yukimura said, calming down now. "Lord knows how much I wished it not to be you, but it is you. By some miracle, it's you and you make him happy. It's the only reason I allowed him near you, Tezuka. You make him happy because he loves you." He clenched his free fist. "But you're not making him happy now, and so help me, if you hurt him ever again, I will make sure you never see so much as a strand of his hair for the rest of your poor, pitiful life."

"You can't do that," Tezuka protested, his eyes flashing behind his glasses. "You have no right-"

"I have every right. I'm his cousin."

"I'm his brother."

Yukimura smiled, there was a dangerous edge to it that the wicked side of Yukimura approved of. "No, you're not."

"What are you talking about?" Tezuka demanded. "Syusuke is-"

"Not your brother," Yukimura finished, tossing Tezuka the folder he held. "Open it," he instructed when Tezuka caught it neatly.

Tezuka took all of a minute examining the file before he looked up. "This is Fuji Yoshiko's file."

"Yes, it is," Yukimura answered, sitting back down, feeling drained. "She went to Alice Academy, too, under Persona. She had the Alice of Decapitation, and when she graduated, she married the heir of the Fuji clan. They had three kids, or they were supposed to, anyway." Yukimura shrugged. "She's my aunt."

"She's dead," Tezuka stated before he looked up again and fixed Yukimura with a look. "Your aunt?"

Yukimura shrugged again. "I'm not related to you or your mother," he said, returning Tezuka's stare. "I'm only related to Syusuke."

"But Syusuke-"

"Isn't your brother," he said firmly. How much of an idiot can this guy be? "Syusuke is the Fuji heir, was the Fuji heir, before the Fuji clan died out, the way ours did." Yukimura looked away, trying not to remember the hurt, all the loneliness. "The Fuji clan was the first."

"The Fuji clan," Tezuka repeated, looking down at the folder again. "The Clan of Death?"

Yukimura gave him a bland smile. "Exactly. Anyone with half a brain, who knew the history of the Fuji family, and knew of Syusuke's abilities would know right away who Syusuke really was."

"Persona-"

"Probably knows already, I'd expect."

"Fuji Yoshiko-"

"Is Syusuke's mother," Yukimura finished for him.

"I wasn't... going to say that, actually," Tezuka said. "Fuji Yoshiko was my mother's best friend."

"I know that, too," Yukimura replied, allowing a small smile. "That's probably the reason why Syusuke ended up with your family. You were the closest."

"How, though?"

Yukimura looked towards the ceiling. He already knew, of course, shadows are everywhere and they are witness to a lot of things, and what the shadows couldn't give him, he was able to gather himself. "Syusuke is younger than us, by a year. He had an older sister, Fuji Yumiko. She was about nine years older than Syusuke. I might have met her once or twice, I don't know, I was still a child, about one or two. But she was gifted by the alice that allowed her to see future deaths."

Yukimura looked at Tezuka, who had sat back down on his bed. He glanced back up at the ceiling. "Syusuke was still a baby, then. It was winter break, and Yumiko went home to her family. Fuji Yoshiko was pregnant with her third child, Fuji Yuuta."

"This Fuji Yuuta.." Yukimura looked at Tezuka and saw him hesitating.

Yukimura smiled sadly. "He died before he was born."

"Ah."

Yukimura smiled again. "I don't know when but presumably, a day before the massacre, Yumiko predicted the deaths. The Fuji family can't just off and hide, they were a huge clan, so they resolved to fight. However, Fuji Yoshiko, afraid of what might happen to her young baby during the fight, gave Syusuke to your parents so that they could take care of him until she could come back for him after the fight." Yukimura sighed. "She never did. She, along with the rest of the Fuji clan, died the next day."

Yukimura blinked back a few tears. "The Yukimura clan followed two years after the Fuji massacre, but I was in the Academy then. And the Tezuka clan followed a few years after that."

"Why?" Tezuka asked, though his voice was tightly controlled, just like Yukimura was. None of them were ever comfortable talking about their pasts, it hurt too much.

"I don't know," Yukimura answered. "I don't know who did it, either, and believe me, I've been looking."

"I see." Tezuka was looking at the folder again. "Syusuke looks exactly like her."

"I know. He has his father's eyes, though."

"He does?"

"Yeah, only a Fuji has that color of eyes," Yukimura gave a small, fond smile. "It was how I was able to recognize him as my cousin."

"Only a Fuji," Tezuka repeated, and Yukimura didn't reply, he knew Tezuka was saying it more for himself than for Yukimura. "Syusuke... is a Fuji. Fuji... Syusuke. Fuji Syusuke."

Yukimura gave a worn-out laugh. "It sounds right, doesn't it? Tezuka Syusuke never quite had a nice ring to it."

He was surprised when Tezuka laughed, too. "It does. It feels right, too. It feels... freeing."

Yukimura watched as Tezuka turned to the light of the rising sun, shocked when a smile came to Tezuka's usually emotionless face. "I love Fuji Syusuke," Tezuka said slowly. "I love Fuji Syusuke and there is nothing wrong with that."

"I'm not going to give him up so easily," Yukimura reminded him, acting strong and angry, despite the relief and the inner celebration of his mind.

Tezuka turned to him, still with the smile, his face silhouetted by the sun's rays. "I'll fight for him, then. I love him."

Yukimura smiled. "Good."

All was good. All was going to be good.

For now, he can forget about the immortals and their plan that he'd asked Chitose to uncover. He'll deal with that later. They'll deal with everything later.

For now, they could all be happy. They deserved it.

Clary: Lia thinks I'm going too fast with this chapter. But I'm under the opinion that it took me so fucking long to reveal that they're not brothers, this is actually a little overdue.

Lia: Obviously, she doesn't understand what I was talking about. I meant that Issa, you've only just introduced the idea that they were brothers. And then, you go write this chapter, which pretty much explains the entire thing. IT'S TOO FAST.

Clary: No it's not, IT'S OVERDUE. It's MY story, Lia and I think it's OVERDUE. And the author is always right. (sticks tongue out at Lia)

Lia: Fine. I quit. I'm not your editor any longe-

Clary: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stay! Okay, I was going too fast. I admitted it, see? Don't leave me~~~~~~

Lia: Honestly, Issa.

Clary: I NEED MY EDITOR. Did you guys know, that I went to this creative writing seminar thing and the speaker was all like: creative writers are like artists. They're the people who always 'need more time' or who always 'need inspiration'. And I was just like oh my gosh, he's talking about me!, in my head. Then he started ranting and stuff and then he was all like: so that's why, one of the most important things that creative writers must have is an editor. And I was like oh my gosh, that's totally Lia~ in my head.

Lia: If you guys are wondering, yes, a lot of things go on in Issa's head, and yes, she shares them all with whoever cares enough to listen (mostly me, and yes, it drives me crazy).

Clary: (I LOVE YOU LIA~~~) Anyway, the speaker suddenly went and said: so which one of you here has an editor? So I raised my hand and he asked me who my editor was and I was like, my bestest friend ever, Lia. And he was like Lia as in Lilliane (and then Lia's family name which I am not to reveal)? And I was like yeah..? And he was like oh, I know that girl. She's a really good editor, you better treasure her young lady. And I was like oh, yes, I treasure her a lot. Like always. You can call me the treasure lady. So Lia, why do you know my creative writing speaker person?

Lia: Issa, your creative writing speaker person is our school's publication moderator. I, technically, work under him.

Clary: ... REALLY? I didn't know that! Are you serious?

Lia: One hundred percent.

Clary: OH MY GOSH YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME~~~~ And I just sat there and looked like an IDIOT. I hate you, Lia. (And if you guys are asking, Lia kind of freelances editing with our school newspaper, so yeah~ the entire publication team is after her, actually, but Lia's all badass kinda no, I'm not interested~~~ because she loves me so much so her editing skills are all exclusively for me~~~~ YEY~~~ I love you, Lia.)

Lia: And she just said she hated me a few sentences before that... (She's over-exaggerating, by the way... you guys know how she gets...)

Clary: I'm NOT. My story is edited by a professional~~ Haha~~ So please review~~