Disclaimer: I do not own P.o.T. or any other content included in this fanfiction. All OC's and ideas, however, are mine, if not said otherwise.
Summary: Fuji watched as Yukimura talked to a panic-stricken Ryoma. After gesturing to her, she calmed down, mouthing a "Thank you." 'What the heck is going on here?'
Author's Note: Bejeezus! This one took me long enough to figure out what to do. Never in my life has it been so hard as to figure out what to start it off with. Damn writer's block. XD But I would like to say this: CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN REVISED AND CONTAINS MORE CONTENT THAN BEFORE. PLEASE REREAD FOR THE NEW DETAILS OR YOU MAY BE LOST. So yeah, hopefully that'll catch your eye and to reread. XDD Also, I think I might be putting Recaps at the very beginning, so yeah. Lol Oh, by the way, Ryoma is 15 in this fic, if I haven't said anything earlier. Forgot to mention, sorry. XD And dear lord. Sorry if Ryoma and Fuji seem a little OC. The only time I've ever seen Fuji snap was at the finals in the series. I just wanted to make it seem like he was flipping out with a smile on his face… Whoa, creepy. XDD And remember, Ryoma is a girl in here so of course she's… or he… no, no, she (XD) is going to be a little OC, so please bear with me. I'm trying, but apparently not hard enough. So, yeah. Eheh. Enjoy! XD
Reviewer's Lot:
KirbyKyoto or KK - It can also mean that, but it can also mean the other meaning as well. I dunno. I blame the internet. XD
Nightmare221 - Aw, thanks! However, I'm not really that amazing. Compared to everyone else on here, I'm just an amateur, but thanks anyways. Yeah, I'm not much of a Twilight fan either. I just like the werewolf-but-not-technically-werewolf pack. XDD And that's quite okay. I kinda vented as well.
Akira loves slytherin pocky - Yes. A scared Ryoga is a good Ryoga. *pets Ryoga* Isn't that right? XD
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Chapter 3: Curious Encounters
((Started: December 21st/Finished: January 07th))
-- Recap --
"I attend Rikkaidai. I'm a 3rd year and the buchou of the tennis team, Yukimura," he replied. Ryoma smirked at the man.
"What a pleasure to meet you. My name is Ryoma. I will be joining the tennis team so I hope to play you in the future." This time, it was Yukimura's turn to smirk. (Yes, Yes. I know they usually give their full names, but hey. I don't care. They're coming from America for crying out loud! Well… Yukimura that is. Lol XDD)
"Oh, but what a pleasure that'll be. I look forward to that moment," said Yukimura.
"Until then," Ryoma said while waving her hand.
Ryoma stepped out of the car to look at their "house." She raised an eyebrow in her father's direction.
"A temple?" she asked. Nanjiroh's face conceived a wide smile.
"I already told you, I'm doing this for a friend. Just deal with it, daughter," taunted Nanjiroh. Ryoma tensed and scowled at her father.
"Baka, oyaji! Don't you dare blow it! Not now, at least," Ryoma yelled. Nanjiroh only smirked and carried his luggage to the house.
"Aye, aye seishonun," Nanjiroh said. Ryoma's scowl only deepened as she stared daggers through her father's back. Ryoga grinned and took this as a chance to give his sister a noogie.
"Gah!" Ryoma yelled as pressure was quickly added to her head and neck.
"Chibisuke! What's up?" Ryoga asked with much more enthusiasm then what was needed.
"Your head if you don't let go of me NOW!" Ryoma retorted. Ryoga kept his sister under his right arm as he looked off into the distance.
"Ah, chibisuke. All talk and no action. Truly, what are you going to do with your life?"
"I'll live it the way I want; far away from you. And I would let go within the next 5 seconds because I think I-" Ryoga released Ryoma from his hold like she was a raging fire… Well, practically she was if he thought about what she was going to say. Ryoga shuddered.
"Okay, okay! Just kidding, chibisuke. Just kidding. Eheh," Ryoga said with wary eyes. Ryoma glared at her brother as she slowly straightened her posture. To her dismay, her mother draped an arm around her shoulders.
"Mou, Ryoga. You have to be careful; she's fragile," Rinko said. Ryoma sneered as she wriggled from under her mother's arm.
"Okaa-san! You can't go around saying your son is fragile!" Ryoma was clearly upset her mother used 'she.' "And getting hugs is no exception. Only Ryoga's hugs would be appropriate since he is, indeed, a guy. Hard to beleive but still." Ryoga sneered but then smiled widely as he was going to hug his sister until her eyes snapped over in his direction. "Don't even go there!" she said. Ryoga laughed nervously. She outran the devil in his own marathon every month. He was surprised she wasn't nominated Queen of Hell yet.
"Mou, chibisuke," Ryoga said. Ryoma smirked and carried her luggage over to the house.
"Ryoma! Let me help you!" Ryoma gave an irritated sigh before she replied.
"Okaa-san! You're making me seem like a frail boy!"
"But you are a frail boy," Rinko replied.
"Am not!" retorted Ryoma.
"Are too, chibisuke!" Ryoga shouted. Ryoma grumbled death plans to herself as she disappeared into the house. Ryoga gave a light chuckle and began to help his mother carry the rest of the luggage inside.
Ryoma was sprawled across her bed, slowly petting Karupin. She stared at the ceiling, making different faces each time she thought about something. Ryoma rolled onto her stomach to look at her pictures arranged on her end table.
"Hmm…" she mumbled as she closed her eyes. She was tired, but didn't want to go to sleep. She had school the next day, and truly, she had no wish to go. A thought ran through Ryoma's mind. Yukimura.
How could he, a young, frail looking boy with such feminine features actually make it into the captain position of the Rikkai Dai tennis team? It seemed clearly impossible, or so she thought. Perhaps he won't be just a rival, but also a friend as well? He seemed like she'd be able to get along with him. She just hoped that possibly, hopefully, not everyone at Seigaku would be loud and nosy. She doesn't really need too many friends anyway. Just make mere acquaintances with the team, she supposed. Ryoma knew she'd get on the team no matter what. She supposed that's how she became so cocky. Honestly, it's all going to catch up with her in the end.
"Meow." Ryoma looked over to the noise to find her cat staring at her. Ryoma pet the cat softly as Karupin knelt into the touch.
"Ne, Karupin. You think I'll be able to live through this year?" she asked.
"Meow," Karupin replied as he started to play with the sheets. Ryoma only stared at her cat and gave a sigh. She took that as a "Possibly, most likely" from her cat. Even though, Ryoma couldn't help but smile at her cat and his play.
The Next Morning
6:30 A.M. - Echizen Household
"'Morning, Ryoma," Rinko said cheerfully to her daughter while she cooked breakfast.
"Ngh," Ryoma groaned as she sat at the table. Folding her arms, Ryoma placed her head on them as she rested on the table. Ryoga just stared at his sister, knowing she probably suffered from insomnia last night.
"You gonna be okay, chibisuke?" he asked. Ryoma nodded slowly before pulling her head back up.
"Just tired," she said. Rinko smiled as she placed a Japanese style breakfast in front of them all. Ryoma stared at the food before looking up at her mother.
"I knew it was your first day of school, so I made Japanese. Hope you like it." Ryoma smiled slightly and nodded.
"Domo."
After breakfast, Ryoma headed off to school, walking, of course. Ryoga decided to accompany her since it was her first true day of school being a boy and he was heading off to the courts a block past the school.
"Be sure not to slip up," Ryoga said. Ryoma scowled.
"I won't slip up. That's your job," Ryoma replied with a smirk. Ryoga put his arms behind his head.
"Mou… With that cockiness, I don't think they'd ever think that you'd be a girl." Ryoma shrugged.
"It just came with the package, I suppose." Ryoga smirked to himself as they continued to walk. The rest of the walk was left in silence. Ryoga left Ryoma to the school after he made sure she'd be alright and headed off to the street courts.
Ryoma stepped into the school lobby and looked around her. It was a simple school, but a very nice one, nonetheless. She looked over to her left and found a little hallway leading off to the faculty office. Once found, Ryoma walked into the office to find the principal talking to his secretary. The principal turned around, finding Ryoma. He smiled and walked over to shake Ryoma's hand.
"Echizen Ryoma, I presume?" Ryoma nodded.
"And you are… the principal?" she asked. The man smiled and nodded.
"Takada Omashi. A pleasure. I shall escort you to your homeroom so you may receive everything else you need, alright?" he said. Ryoma nodded.
"Arigatou," she said and followed Takada through the halls.
"Minna, we have a new student today. Please welcome Echizen Ryoma who had just recently moved here from America." Ryoma stood at the front of the room, eyes glazed over in boredom. She could tell everyone was staring. Looks like she'd be the shiny new toy for a long time. Joy. Everyone stared at her expectantly.
"Echizen Ryoma. Yoroshuku," she answered. The teacher only smiled and scanned the classroom. "Well then, Echizen. Would you please take the seat next to Horio? Horio, rise so Echizen knows where you are," she said.
"H-Hai!" Horio stood up in a flash, waiting for Ryoma to walk over. Ryoma found her seat and sat down.
"Domo," She said. Horio laughed.
"No problem," he replied. Ryoma dazed off throughout the entire day, as she had always done in America. It was just very boring. She'd get good marks regardless if she paid attention or not. So, she decided to just not pay attention. She just wanted to escape to the tennis club.
To her dismay, there were still three more periods for the day until she would be able to escape to tennis. You got it. It was lunchtime.
Ryoma was sitting at a table with Horio, the other two boys to which she had forgotten their names, a loud girl who could rival Horio's voice called Tomo, and a sheepish girl who Ryoma swore "liked" her. She had also forgotten her name as well. Started with an 'S', but oh well.
A couple tables away sat the tennis regulars. Ryoma kept on eyeing them for some reason and her eyes kept on falling on a certain brown-haired boy.
'He looks like a girl,' she thought. Ryoma shook her thoughts off her mind and continued eating, never taking another glance at the table. At the regular table, however, a certain brunette kept on glancing over at the new first year. His redhead friend smiled at him.
"Ne, Fujiko! What are you looking at?" he asked. Fuji turned to his friend and smiled. He jerked his thumb in Ryoma's direction.
"That's the new transfer, right… Echizen Ryoma?" Eiji looked over Fuji to find the first year Fuji had pointed to.
"Aa, that's him. You know, I kinda just want to glomp him," said Eiji. Fuji gave a light chuckle and stood from his seat. Eiji gave him an inquiring look, as did the other regulars.
"Ano, Fuji-senpai… Where are you off too?" Momo asked. Fuji only smiled at them all.
"Oh, nowhere special. Just have something to do," he replied. Everyone's gaze lingered on the Tensai for a few seconds, but they all just shrugged it off. Fuji's smile widened as he began to walk to the freshman table.
Horio nudged Ryoma's elbow. Ryoma suppressed an irritated "What?" and looked at him.
"Fuji-senpai is coming over here… and he's looking at you." Ryoma looked at Horio for a more in-depth explanation, but it seemed she wasn't getting one. 'Fuji-senpai? Who's he and why-,' Ryoma never finished her thoughts as she turned around to see the brunette she had been looking at earlier gracefully walk over to the table. He sat right across from Ryoma, his smile never faltering.
Ryoma was beyond shocked. She was petrified. Even though he was beautiful, he looked demented. She couldn't help but think he seemed familiar too, but what was important now was why he was here.
"You are… Echizen Ryoma, correct?" he asked. Ryoma slowly nodded, still staring at Fuji. "Fuji Syuusuke, 3rd year and member of the tennis team. Pleasure to meet you," he said while holding out his hand. Ryoma only stared at it, afraid as if she was going to get shocked. Fuji meant to laugh inwardly but it was voiced as well. Ryoma looked at him expectantly. "Don't worry. I don't bite. Just being a friendly person, is all. I'm not trying to coax you or anything," he said. Fuji swore he saw Ryoma's defense falter a bit and relax as she took his hand.
'So soft,' she thought to herself. Fuji's eyes opened for a split second, closing just as fast as they had been open, hoping Ryoma didn't see them. But she had. She was awed by how clear his eyes were; they were such a pretty crystal blue. She realized why he kept his eyes closed though. They were very menacing.
"What was that?" he asked with a smile. Ryoma froze in confusion. Had she said something?
"W-What?" she asked. Fuji's smile was still wide on his face. It was starting to confuse her even more.
"You said 'So soft,' or something along those lines. What did you mean?" He asked. Ryoma felt her face flush as she realized she had not only spoken her thoughts unconsciously, but her hand was still in Fuji's.
"Sumimasen!" She said as she quickly let go of Fuji's hand. Fuji felt the warmth slowly fade from his hands and he inwardly sighed. It somewhat felt… nice? He supposed so.
"It's quite alright. Really, it is," he said. Ryoma sighed and smirked.
"So, what do you really want from over here?" she asked. Fuji's smile twitched a bit. Wow, smart boy. Fuji shook it off with a smile and decided to play dumb.
"Whatever do you mean? I already told you my reason for being here," he replied. Ryoma was still smirking at Fuji.
"Truly? Come on, senpai. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to lie to your kohais'?" she asked. Fuji chuckled.
"Well then, I suppose I'm caught." Ryoma smiled in victory. Fuji, being the genius he was, already had a plan. "I was simply wondering if you were interested enough in accompanying the regulars to tennis practice. We could use another player, you know." Ryoma's smirk widened, if possible, and looked at Fuji.
"I suppose I could fit in sometime," she replied. Fuji smiled to reveal perfect white teeth this time. Ryoma's breath hitched in her voice. He was so paralyzing that it makes her so nervous around him. Will she forever have to deal with that? Iie, she should stop thinking negative thoughts. Her senpai was being nice to her. She can't blow it now.
"Also," Fuji added. Ryoma looked up at Ryoma. "Just wondering that after practice, you'd maybe like to hang out with us all? We'll be going to our teammate's sushi restaurant later and you're more than welcome to come along with us," he smiled again. Ryoma smiled for a few seconds before nodding.
"Perhaps," she replied. Fuji nodded and stood from his seat.
"Well then, Echizen. I shall see you act practice. Have a pleasant day and I hope you enjoy school here," he said.
"Thank you, Fuji-senpai. I really appreciate it," replied Ryoma. Fuji glanced back at Ryoma before gently waving his hand in the air to rejoin the other regulars. Ryoma looked at her hand. Why was she getting nervous around him? He's just a boy. Wait a second, she knows why. She feels as if he can see right through her, especially when his eyes are open. He may seem a bit creepy, but she could see that he was nice. What the heck happened to her cockiness? She knew half of it was fake since she's very shy, but she didn't expect it to melt away that fast. Truly, who is this Fuji? The true Fuji, that is.
'Oh well.' Ryoma thought. 'I'm bound to find out later.' And for the rest of classes, Ryoma's mind kept on wandering to the slim and delicate figure she had encountered at lunch earlier that day.
"Finally," Ryoma muttered to herself. It was time to attend clubs and it was a must to signup. That is the only reason she is going through this hell and she'd be damned if she backed down now.
Ryoma was on her way to the tennis courts. No, she had not brought her supplies since A.) She was a first year and B.) She didn't want to seem too conceited. So she had left it at home and all, considering it her first day at Seishun.
Ryoma walked straight onto the courts to see everyone there. She looked around, hoping to spot Fuji. She looked to her left to find a familiar brunette standing there. Ryoma smiled and started to turn in that direction until she noticed someone else stood by his side. He looked like he had blue, wavy hair from this distance and a green headband. He wore yellow tennis attire and looked very frail…
Ryoma's squinted eyes widened as she stared at the two boys about 20 feet away. 'Yukimura!' she thought. 'But… why is he here? At Seigaku?' Ryoma was interrupted from her thoughts as the latter discovered she was there.
"Hey, Ryoma-chan!" Ryoma stared in the direction of the voice to realize it was, indeed, Yukimura. Ryoma didn't even flinch at the use of her first name. It was her fault anyway, not giving her last name though; not that she really cared. She decided to walk over to him. Fuji gave his friend a quizzical look.
"You know him?" he asked. Yukimura smiled.
"Only a little," Yukimura replied.
"Apparently quite a bit then, if you have time to give him a pet name," Fuji said, recalling Yukimura's use of "Ryoma-chan." Yukimura gave his friend a… pouting scowl? 'Is that even possible? Well, it is Yukimura, but… Oh forget it.' Fuji thought to himself.
"Come now. We both had met on the plane en route to here and we talked for a bit. He's quite nice, you know?" Fuji furrowed his eyebrows.
'Was it necessary for him to put emphasis on "he"? Honestly, what's going on here?' Fuji began trying to think up answers, but to no avail. Yukimura was one of his best friends, rival or not. He was one of the very few who could get under his shield and be allowed to stay there. And no matter what, Yukimura always left the tensai befuddled.
Ryoma stopped in front of the two as Fuji and Yukimura both gave him a smile. Ryoma smiled at the both of them, but the one he gave to Yukimura was different. But of course it was different; everyone gave Yukimura a different smile. And those smiles were always true. Ryoma then turned to Fuji.
"Fuji-senpai, I didn't know you knew Yukimura-san," she said. Fuji gave a small laugh.
"Saa, you never did ask, you know," he replied. Ryoma smirked.
"Touché." Fuji smiled.
"But yes, I know him. We're actually pretty close friends, to be exact," he replied. Ryoma looked up at Yukimura and Fuji, giving them both smirks.
"Mada mada," she said. Yukimura laughed.
"Ne, Ryoma. Could I have a word, please?" he asked. Ryoma nodded and followed Yukimura to a spot out of earshot. Even though Fuji wasn't allowed to hear, that didn't mean he was banned from observing.
From far away, he saw Yukimura with a normal look upon his face, talking to Ryoma. At first, she was calm, but then she immediately tensed. Her face looked quite panicked, but Yukimura held up a hand for her to calm down. Yukimura said something and Fuji tried to lip-read from afar. Man, did he wish he was Eiji at the moment.
Fuji looked closely and it looked like Yukimura had said "--worry-- I won't tell." Fuji's brows furrowed again in frustration. That didn't make any sense, except for the last part, but he had no idea what it meant. He watched Ryoma again as she became relaxed again.
'What could possibly be going on here?' Fuji asked himself. He watched Ryoma again as it looked as if she had just told Yukimura "Thank you." Fuji blinked. What did Yukimura do exactly? Fuji couldn't think about it anymore as he saw Eiji walk over to Ryoma, obviously asking her questions. After a few nods and yes', Eiji hugged Ryoma, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her onto the courts of doom. He'd be there for awhile, Fuji was sure of it.
Meanwhile, Yukimura was waltzing back to his spot next to Fuji. Yukimura stopped back exactly where he was before, smiled, and gave a soft laugh.
"What was that about?" Fuji interrogated. Yukimura's smile only widened as he replied cheerfully.
"My dear Syuusuke. I have no idea what it is that you are talking about." Fuji gave a playful glare at his friend who's expression never faltered.
"You know. That meaning talking to Ryoma and he starting to panic but quickly calming. You know?" Yukimura hummed a little.
"Really? He panicked? Didn't seem like panicking to me. You sure you aren't hallucinating?" Yukimura questioned. Fuji raised an eyebrow.
"No?" he replied. Yukimura stared mischievously at Fuji. Curiosity was about to kill the cat.
"Syuusuke, are you on drugs? It's LSD, isn't it?" he asked. Fuji jumped an inch from the surprise, eyes wide open. Ah, there he goes again; getting under his mask.
"No!" he yelled. Well, it wasn't technically yelling since he doesn't yell, just a raising in his voice, you'd suppose. Yukimura laughed inwardly, and even though it wasn't voiced, Fuji heard it ringing through his ears. 'Crap.' he thought.
"Fuji Syuusuke. How dare you do drugs." Yukimura voiced at a fairly loud volume. Now, they had the entire tennis club's attention. Even Eiji let go of Ryoma as the two looked over at the friends. "What would you mother think? What would Yuuta think?" Yukimura stressed. Fuji glared at the smiling bluenette before him. Yukimura knew Fuji wasn't doing drugs; he just loved to make his life a living hell though. 'Oh, and look! Here comes Tezuka.'
Tezuka walked up to the both of them, obviously irked at the over-voiced conversation. Fuji glanced to his left and his eyebrows scrunched a bit. 'The world hates me today,' he thought.
"Fuji…" Tezuka began in a death voice. Fuji nearly growled but found that slightly childish. Then again, he hung out with a childish 17 year old. Fuji cursed under his breath.
"Now, before you say anything, I did nothing. Absolutely nothingwrong, got it? I am not on drugs. If anyone is, it's this childish, blue-haired 17 year old who has nothing better to do than make my life a living hell." Strange. Fuji said that all with a smile. Yukimura laughed and playfully rolled his eyes before closing them.
"Guilty as charged, minus the drugs," he said. Tezuka eyed both of them warily. Ryoma was watching from the distance and found this very amusing.
"Oi, Fujiko! Are you being bad again?" Eiji yelled.
'Again?' Fuji asked in his head. 'Since when… Damn you, Yukimura.' Tezuka still eyed Fuji.
"Fuji," he said again. Fuji looked at Tezuka and took two steps back waving his hands in front of him.
"I didn't do it. It swear!" he said with a fake laugh. Yukimura draped an arm around Fuji's shoulder. Fuji glared at his friend. "Jerk-off," he breathed. Yukimura opened his eyes with a menacing smile.
"What was that, Fuji-kun?" he asked. Fuji's smile turned into a light smirk.
"You heard me," he replied. Yukimura faced Fuji.
"Is that a challenge I hear?" he asked. Fuji smiled and shifted his wait to his left leg.
"Saa, possibly, but not here. Later, since practice will begin soon," he said. Yukimura smiled.
"Sure thing. Oh, and Tezuka…" Tezuka looked back at the two. "Fuji really isn't on drugs. Just thought it'd be fun." Tezuka nodded, a little irritated. He never learns from Yukimura's pranks. He truly doesn't and nobody else does either. Quite a shame, he supposed. With that, Tezuka walked away. Yukimura turned back to Fuji. "So, I see you've talked to him."
"Yup. Just like you said, boss," Fuji replied.
"Good boy." Fuji smiled.
"So, what's your plan," he asked. Yukimura smiled.
"I just want to see how good he is. You know, see if this is the challenge he wants." Fuji raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked. Yukimura smiled and put a finger to his lips.
"Oh, you'll see." Yukimura walked over to where Ryoma was and talked to him. Ryoma replied, but shook his head. Yukimura pointed to his tennis bag, which was right next to Fuji and Ryoma then nodded. Yukimura then turned back, only to find Fuji rummaging his bag for two rackets. Fuji threw them to Yukimura as he mouthed a "Thanks" and went back to Ryoma, handing him one.
'Won't this be a fun experience?' Fuji thought to himself. 'Challenge, huh?'
Author's Note: Holy cracker boxes! It's finally done! :D An entire month, IT'S DONE!!! XD Okay, so enough of that. You will not believe this. Longest chapter in the history of my writing: 12 pages. Oh. My. Pickles. Seriously, it's long. XD And so sorry if some of the characters seem OC. First time with this fandom, so please go easy. Thanks. ^^;
So, what did you guys think? I love all criticism. If you don't like something, tell me! I can't get better unless you say something. So just tell away. I'm a good listener, I'll listen to anything. XD Can YOU tell what Yukimura had discussed with Ryoma? I think it's quite obvious. And yes, even though I'm the author, I KNOW it's obvious. XD Also, yes, there is an irritated Fuji. That's my vision of an irritated Fuji, don't you think? Of course, he'll still remain the mysterious type and such, but I'll be uncovering parts of his personality throughout the story, so yeah. A little OC? Doesn't matter much. It's only a little. And can you not see Yukimura acting like that? I so can! … Probably since I had a dream about Yukimura and Fuji at my kitchen table throwing insult at each other and then laughing, becoming the great friends that they are in the end… I was hiding behind the fridge… until they snapped their heads towards my direction with that killer aura. Oh yeah, that's right. A sexy nightmare. XDD
Anyways, feel free to review and criticize. I'd really love to hear your thoughts. ^_^ If you guys have any questions, just ask, kay? Love ya! :D
Baka - idiot; stupid
Oyaji - Old man (informal)
Seishonun - Young boy
Chibisuke - Little brother
Mou - Geez
Okaa-san - Mother
Ne - Hey
Domo - Thank you
Arigatou - Thank you (Formal)
Minna - Everyone
Yoroshuku - Literally means "Please take care of me."
Hai - Yes
Ano - Um
Oi - Hey
Aa - Yeah
Sumimasen - So sorry
Iie - No
Mada mada - Different version of Ryoma's infamous "Mada mada dane." Mada mada is the "less" cocky version.
Saa - Come now.
If I forgot any, sorry! I wanted to get this done and uploaded, as you can see. And if there are any mistakes, please tell me. You have no idea how many times I revised this. XD Until next time, ja ne. ^^;
~ Kacey 3