Authors Note; Ohayo Minna! Another chapter

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WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!

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"So what are we writing about?" I asked as I uncurled my toes for a slight moment before scrunching them again. Hikaru glanced at the prompt for a moment before he began to read it, perfecting a mocking tone of 's voice.

"Describe the formation of a hurricane; what are its effects? Why do Tropical Cyclones become Hurricanes?" he said as I snorted, going into detail in that little area of my mind that people like to call 'my hidden intelligence.'

"A hurricane is developed by thunder storms that settle along Africa, combining with the hot winds flowing from Africa, along with the rotation of the Earth that causes the clouds to actually rotate. As it rotates, this low pressure system collects the warm air from the surface of the water as it continues to gather more and more. Special thunderclouds called 'hot walls' provide the heat to the eye of the storm which is why only some storms become hurricanes."

Hikaru fell off the couch making me look at him, my eyebrows raised and arms crossed. "Stop flopping like a retarded Magikarp and come back on the couch," I grunted as Hikaru clambered back up onto the couch.

"What the hell? You act like a delinquent and then you just randomly become an encyclopedia?!" Hikaru yelled.

"Well I told him I can listen while I'm sleeping but he never believed me." I sighed as I finished the last sentence on the essay. Hikaru just laughed slightly before flopping on the couch.

"You actually know something?" he asked, his arms behind his head.

"I know a lot of things" I said with slight pride in myself, a cocky tone to my voice.

"You're very different than other girls." he said, continuing to not look in my direction, causing me to narrow my eyes.

"Well because they're boring; the typical girl, anyways, that's why I don't like Host clubs; it's filled with them." I yanked on my toe as they cracked, "If I was typical I wouldn't have stood out anymore than this blank wave of girls they only care about guys, reason why host clubs came into existence."

I pressed my back against the couch, "It's not good being like everyone else, you sort of disappear, you know? Like you never existed… a person can just remove you from their life as easy as hitting a delete button."

"Well I understand you," Hikaru smiled slightly, making my face suddenly grow vibrantly hot.

What the hell was going on? Do I have a fever?

"Your face is red, Viviette, are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern as I just shook my head

"I'm fine I just got an allergic reaction to uh… this lotion I was putting on."

"You were putting on lotion?" Hikaru asked as he saw my hands were dry, nothing was scented around me.

"WELL YOU SEE," I began as I was going hysterical from how fast my heart was racing. I wish that it would to take a chill pill and calm the hell down.

"WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN, THERE IS LOTION THAT NEEDS TO BE PROVIDED DURING THIS PROCESS. THE COUPLE WILL CREATE THE LOTION AND SELL IT I GOT LOTIONTHE BECAUSE IT WAS THE CELEBRATION OF THE BIRTH OF LOTION DAY. IT'S REALLY COOL AND INVISIBLE." I said and I felt like the worlds hugest idiot, which I was. What the hell? DOOPIE DO, Viviette good idea let's make up a crazy shit holiday and then make the lotion invisible. WHAT SUCH A SMART RESPONSE.

Instead of clearing this up I decided to do the mature thing.

Bring him into the madness of my Lotion Holiday.

"YOU ARE WEARING LOTION TOO, GOOD SIR, YOU ARE THE VERY ORIGIN OF LOTION YOU JUST, MAN I'M GOING TO WIPE SOME LOTION ON YOU." And that's how I ended up molesting his skin with the non-existent lotion I had made up, in the end it looked like I was petting him franticly.

"Viviette what in the world are you doing?" he asked as I realized how awkward the situation was; me on top of him, bending over him while he was lying down underneath me.

"I don't even know anymore" I grunted as I hopped off him and pressed my knees to my chest, my bangs covering my embarrassment.

"Are you hungry?" Hikaru asked out of the blue as if he could sense my humility, obviously trying to make me feel better. Of course I only felt even worse as I shook my head.

"Nah I ate most of my Halloween supply in the last 2 days, I think I'll be full for a while." I answered slyly, glancing at him.

"Well alright," Hikaru said as he glanced at his TV and clapped and the TV flashed on, of course you silly commoners find this so amazing while really it's just because we can afford 69 Playboy Mansions. Sorry kiddies; living rich meant living lazy and that's what you all wish for don't you? Well I tend to do all my chores by myself, anyways, so don't think I'm influencing you to try and get clap activated televisions or anything. I'm not. And if you happen to get one, please keep in mind that the number of times you clap is the channel you're going to get.

Happy clapping….

Well I got off track as I realized I was breaking the fourth wall because I'm talking to the viewers. Well hell yeah I'm so awesome I have the capabilities to do that, but we should get back to the actual story line, here.

Hikaru was watching some weird show called 'Jersey Shore.' It was probably the most annoying thing I've watched as I wondered if all Americans were this orange.

"Ah hah, one of them got socked in the face!" Hikaru said as he set the channel and we watched these weird orange people leap around and get drunk. I must say it was quite amusing, I think this is called in America… Reality Shows? Aren't all shows in reality since they do all exist right? Oh god you Americans confuse me, why in the world are you orange? I don't understand this at all but then this weird fashion show came on with a kid named; Honey Boo Boo Child.

Well shit, I'm going to name my child; Otaku Bread.

Hikaru and I watched some of these shows for a while, getting a good laugh from how stupid these shows were and how anime was so much better.

"Do you know this?" Hikaru asked as he glanced at me and I looked at him confused.

"I know a lot of things but if you don't give me a valid answer then I don't know how to respond." I said matter-of-factly.

"You're very different from other girls," he started as he folded his arms behind his head and kicked up his feet with his automated foot rest.

"Well no shit. I mean most typical girls are the guests at the host club, which is generally why I don't like them."

Hikaru laughed, "Well of course but they give us good profit~" he sounded like an old C.E.O. man and I found it was very, very, amusing.

"Calm yourself, Kyoya Ootori." I teased as Hikaru chuckled.

"I sounded that formal?" he asked but he obviously knew that answer.

"Well yes, you could have just worn glasses, do that flash, and pump some AB blood into your veins and I wouldn't be able to tell you guys apart." I stated as I cracked my knuckles which were sore from writing the report.

"Well at least you're amusing," Hikaru said and I looked at him slowly what do you mean? My eyes said and he glanced away.

Cockblocked, much?

After my silent rejection he just smiled, "You're just different… I know I've said it twice but you really are."

I shrugged and he laughed, "That's why I like you." he said as I glanced quickly at him, him looking at his feet, a bright pink color on his cheeks.

It's because I love violin.

Why? Why now out of all of these times would my memories come back to me now?

A violin is a heart; you express yourself like you express the notes on the violin.

Shut up, shut up, shut… up.

Mommy loved you Vivianna and your violin, so why did you let her down?

It's your fault she died!

I thrashed around as I gripped my head...

It was like I was suffering from a seizure so bad that Hikaru glanced towards me. "Viviette you okay?" he asked.

Why now?

SERIOUSNESS ACTIVIATED THIS IS THE WARNING BEYOND THIS CHAPTER IS JUST COMPLETE DEPRESSION SO IF YOU ENJOY COMEDY… STILL READ IT ANYWAYS BECAUSE IT'LL HELP FORM CHARACTER.

Thank you!