Sooooo... Well, I'm so very sorry people who are reading this, but this isn't a chapter... Lately I've gotten into a really bad dead end for ideas, the chapter for this story that I'm currently writing isn't progressing. Not to mention school, my habit of procrastinating and now other extracurricular activities. I'm really bad at keeping promises and sticking to a time schedule, so I can never guarantee when new chapters come up.
So to help me get through this terrible Writers Block, I'm asking you, my readers, to please PM me (or if you're a guest leave a review) if YOU have any ideas. I think I'm pretty desperate right now. I really don't want to put an end to this story, I have other blooming ideas but they happen AFTER the chapter I'm crying over(not literally). I guess I should give you a small snip of what teensy tiny bit I wrote, just to re-light the fire of interest.
Ok, enjoy the tiny snippet.
he loud alarm clock instantly woke up Taruto. He jumped awake, then realized the space next to him was empty. Pudding was already up, and very awake from the way the pots and pans sounded downstairs.
Taruto, on the other hand, still felt really tired. He did stay up half the night yesterday. He remembered the encounter and then looked over at Kish. Or where Kish used to be. Taruto realized he was the only one in the room. He looked around, then teleported downstairs.
He appeared in the kitchen. Luckily, no one other than Pudding was in there. And since Pudding was in there and cooking, Taruto started doing crazy acrobatic movements to avoid all the flying food, pans and knives. He quickly teleported the short distance to the ground and a while later, they all had breakfast.
Kish was also up and eating, but after breakfast was over he was herded by Pudding to go back upstairs and sleep some more. Kisshu complained loudly but headed back anyway, grumbling to himself.
Taruto yawned and teleported to a random room in the house. He thought more about that… thing that seemed wrong.
Ok, I know its not much, but its something. And some things might also change in the final product. But it is a start. So please help me get my train of imagination back on track and help it deliver packages to the room of ideas! I need it to! DESPERATELY. Ok I'm done here.