A/N: Okay let's try this out.

Torkari

Akora

Akara

Torari

Ferrari

Waitaminutethat'sacar

Tori

Tokari

Sushi

*Slaps self* great now I want sushi

Akorai

Toari

Akarioatorakaria

...god, give me strength...

^ my attempts at melding Tora and Akari into a cute couple name. You know, let's just call them Michiashi. It's fun to say and it's just a mix of their last names, instead of their first names. Or it could be Igariyo. Ha, that's weird. Anyway, Michiashi. (dare you to say it eleven times fast)

Michiashi Michiashi Michiashi Michiashi Mich...

Chapter Fourteen. Sucker Punch

Everything hurt.

Her wrists hurt, her boobs hurt, her arms hurt, her head hurt, her lips hurt, her neck hurt...

You know those written stories or films when girls are being assaulted or captured and beat up or whatever, and then they appear to be perfectly fine the next day? Like, oh, I was assaulted, then rescued, and because I was rescued, I just magically got better in the arms of my hero- no medical attention needed- no questions asked. A kiss from a prince fixed any mental and/or physical flaws that had becomed me during my awful experience- and now I'm great!

THEY WERE LIES. Those stories were such LIES.

Being man-handled certainly left a toll on one's body.

You did NOT feel 'great' the next day. More like paralyzed by pain.

When Mr. what's-his-face had attempted to rape her last night, it was not mere child's play. He'd tugged on her wrists until they were red and raw, as she noticed that they were this morning. He had bruised her upper arms from grabbing her there so hard. When he'd thrown her against the wall when Tora had demanded her release, her head had hit the mirror and only now did she realize how badly it throbbed, after that, and being yanked around, pulled to the floor, pulled down hallways, pulled all over the place. Her boobs were bruised by Tora's hands, and probably some of the bruises were from the other guy as well. Her neck still had the leftover marks from Kai, and a big new hickey from Tora. Bite marks and all, reddish-purple and very noticeable. Her lips had been kissed so many times in the last 24 hours that she thought they just may fall off.

Everything hurt.

"...wake up."

"Ugh..." She turned in her bed, which only brought on more pain. "Owww..."

"Miss...chio...get up."

"Please leeeeaaave..."

"Miss Michio... need to get up..."

"Bull crap." She groaned again as pain shot through her like a firework, exploding in all the specific places- boobs, neck, wrists, lips, arms, head.

"Miss Michiyo, I'm sorry but you need to get up."

Now that the voice had become more clear as sleep was leaving her, Akari sat up in bed, keeping her eyes squinted shut to the daylight, and threw a pillow at random somewhere.

"Like hell I will!"

And then she collapsed on the bed with a new mountain of groans to escape her throat, an avalanche of pain accompanying it.

Later on, a voice came back. But this time it was relentless.

"Get up."

She groaned.

"Ooowwwww..."

"Get. Up."

"Mmm...Mmyou get up."

"I am up." The voice growled lethally.

"Well so am I."

"Get out of bed."

"I'm not in bed."

Suddenly, a pull on her body made her collapse non-too-gracefully onto the floor.

And everything hurt dammit!

"Guh..."

"Now you aren't." There was a contemptuous huff after the voice spoke this time.

Mean.

"Uuuuuggghhhh..." She said into the carpet, unable to move anything without feeling any pain.

"Stand up, we have to go."

"I'd rather die."

"Be careful with your words, Akari."

And then she was lifted up into the air, and suddenly she realized, was being held over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The hands that clung to her were strong and smooth, yet rough in their grip on her. She smelled wine, cologne, fresh laundered suits... Familiar scents...

"...Tora? What are you doing in my bedroom?"

The voice that had spoken to her finally got into her head now.

"Waking you up." He sneered.

"Why're you so angry? I'm the one being carried from my bed!"

"I am upset, because the maids, couldn't get you out of bed. So I had to come do it. And now we're running behind schedule." Akari suddenly found herself being flipped over, and then she was pinned with her back against the wall, facing Tora. She looked up at him and gasped.

Had he always looked this...

No, she couldn't quite place it at the moment. That look on his face was just very... no... she just couldn't really place it.

His eyes bore into her like dramatic search lights, flickering ever slightly like a golden flame in the wind as they switched this way and that. What was going on in his head, she couldn't even remotely imagine, which was unusual, since normally, to her (and only her) he was easy to see through. For the most part.

"Erm- Tora..."

And just like that, he was gone. No sooner could she blink then he was no longer placed in front of her, his back turning and his long legs carrying him in swift steps away from where she stood. She looked to the door to see his arm disappearing behind it, his hand on the handle. He paused for a second, just a second, and with the only thing she could see of him being the glance of his back and his one arm pulling the door shut with him, he spoke- his voice just barely muffled by the door the other half of him was hiding behind.

"Get dressed into something formal. We're going to see your father today."

With a swift pull of his arm the door was shut and he was gone.

He almost did something to her right then.

Why? Why was he going through this all again?

It was the exact same feeling that had begun with Misaki Ayuzawa. The exact same... but this time he could sense it was still somehow different, even though it was the same.

Realer, perhaps? It was more... there. Real. Within his reach. Tangible.

And because there was no one she loved... he actually had a chance with her?

What would happen if... I have become infatuated with her?

Would she return his feelings? Would she deny that there was a connection between them? Would she run?

Or would she just simply be speechless, maybe? And then walk away... or embrace him as he is.

Hey, she just might slap me again.

Dammit!

He felt his the front of his pants instantly feel tighter as a specific area of his throbbed at the thought. She had been thinking he was turning her into a masochist last night... but in fact, she had already turned him into one.

I never thought I'd ever, in my life, be able to call myself a masochist.

...Dammit!

He wasn't acting like himself. He really wasn't acting like his usual self.

It got to a point where she started hyperventilating. She tried to make her breaths deeper and longer so that she wouldn't pass out.

"I don't know if I can... do this... how am I supposed to see that man again?"

It had taken her all the way until she showered and washed her face to realize what Tora had said, since her mind was dull today from the pain her body was inflicted with.

They were going to see her father today.

"Owww..." She quickly sat down on the love seat and placed a palm to her head, willing it's start-up of an insistent pounding to go back to nothing as it was before. A headache did not need to be added to her list of bodily pain.

After a few moments, it was seeming to subside, so she stood up and allowed her towel to drop to the floor. Her room was always exceedingly hot, so she wasn't really all that cold walking naked across the room to her closet, and therefore didn't rush herself into getting into some clothes.

"'Get dressed into something formal' he says," She pulled on a nice pair of finely-threaded dress pants. "'We're going to see your father today' he says..."

Some days, I really wish I could hate that boy...

This girl...

He reached forward, roughly grabbing hold of her arm, and pulled her into the car in one fluid movement. She almost slipped in her heels she had on, but he ha a firm hold on her and steadied her as she flopped into the car. In no time, the door was shut, the car was moving, and she was struggling to sit properly in her seat in front of him.

"What is with you today..." She mumbled, rubbing her neck and wincing in pain.

For a moment, all he could do was feel a bit guilt-ridden. And then he looked away, erasing the guilt and trying to act unaffected by nonchalantly asking;

"Is your father alright with you wearing that?"

To which his only answer recieved was a glare and a turn of her head in the other direction.

She was wearing elegant attire- but in a sort of... business-suit-form. She wasn't wearing a skirt or dress, but pressed, black pants. Her shirt was made of fine silk, a nice light burgundy color, with a fashionable bow at the collar around the chest area, with long sleeves and fancy buttons, and it was tucked and fitted nicely into her pants. She looked like a young woman instead of a school girl right now, and it was almost like a sense of self-empowerment emanated off of her in a beautiful aura adjoining the outfit she was in.

Her father was probably not okay with this, he would assume. He didn't personally know the man, but given the research done...

He casually leaned back in his seat and reached a hand back to the glass divider, tapping on it twice with his knuckles.

"Turn the car around, we're not leaving quite yet."

This caught her attention. She shot her head up and glanced at him wearily.

"Forget something, Tora?"

"Yes, your skirt seems to be missing."

"SKIRT?" He could laugh at her incredulous face. "In this sort of weather?"

"That kind of attire won't agree with your father." He gestured at what she had on.

"How would you know? You haven't met the man."

His eyes met hers then. He looked as if he was going to say something important, catching her unwilling attention in that moment.

And then, he only leaned back even more comfortably and gave a smug sort of smile.

"As I've said before, I'm an Igarashi."

Akari made a -_- face and then huffed.

"No, aggravating is what you are..."

"He looked up at her with a plain look.

"Get out of the car."

"Okay, you took that insult a little too seriously..."

"No, idiot, we've arrived back at the house. Get out and go change."

"I refuse. I'll be cold."

Suddenly, without being able to stop himself, he leaned forward and placed a hand on her crossed legs, his fingers brushing over her knee as his eyes drew closer to her face and he smiled.

"Would you like it if I warmed you up?"

She blinked at him, and he watched as she shuddered for a moment. And then, she was leaning forward and smiling herself. The move was unexpected (as always, damn her versatility!) and he blinked and lost the seductive look in his eye for a moment, his eyes widening in slight surprise, giving him a sort of blank, deer-in-the-headlights look as she approached him all at once, placing a hand on his knee like he did hers, and pushing into his intimate zone.

"Your charm won't work on me, Igarashi."

She said it in such a bitter-sweet voice he wasn't sure what to say next. And then she was leaning back all of a sudden, and the white light of the snow-filled day opened up to his eyes as she opened the car door and stretched one slender leg out.

"But you make a valid point. I don't wish to argue with my father today or any other day, especially over something as simple as clothing."

The door slammed in his face and he was left to sit there, completely baffled by her actions.

She could catch him peering at her, just a mere glance in her direction.

"Is it hurting? What Kichiro did to you?"

She looked at him, and looked away.

"Oh, yes." She said quietly, sighing and leaning back, and then wincing at the movement.

Yes, she was still in pain. The warm shower this morning had helped a bit, but now she was in this uncomfortable skirt and heels and just altogether a stupid, pointless attire. She didn't mind girly clothing- but when it got uncomfortable, she minded.

Tora smirked.

"You did a fine job covering up the mark I gave you." He raised an eyebrow, increasing his smirk. "Self-conscious?"

She peered at his smug, arrogant face.

"You did an awful job covering up your ugly pride." She tosses him the same raised eyebrow. "Self-centered?"

He frowned at her and sighed, turning his face away. Well that was a strange response, coming from the king of all clever comebacks.

"Igarashi, you're acting... strange today. Is it about what happened last night?"

His head shot up and he glared at her.

"Who told you about last night?"

"No one, I was there to witness it!"

His eyes widened only slightly for a moment, and then calm resurfaced on his features and he relaxed once again into the seat.

"Oh, that."

What else happened last night anyway?

"What did you do after I left your room last night?"

He gave a short, tyrannical laugh.

"Hah, I don't have any reason to tell you the answer to that."

"Actually, you have several reasons. I've helped you out before, you owe me."

His smirk widened, his eyes glinting evilly. He looked rather like a tiger in that moment.

"What makes you think I'll tell you the truth?"

She sat back in her seat and looked away from him, but then he was leaning forward, bringing his hand to her chin and pulling her face up to his. His eyes still had that glint in them and his lips were a curved sneer.

"I'm not obliged to tell you anything about myself, Akari. For all you know, what you've seen of me so far is an act."

He released her chin and leaned back in his own seat, smirking still, his arms crossed over his chest as she stared at him, her eyes widened in both curiosity, suspicion, and disbelief. She quickly looked away.

For all you know, what you've seen of me so far is an act...

It was like he was whispering it right in her ear, even though she knew he was leaning back in his seat now, as she was in hers.

But... it can't have all been a lie. She thought.

"I knew you were fake from the moment I first met you." Is what she said though.

The beauty of a woman also rests in her mind, not just her breast size.

No, Tora was not so dull as to only want a woman for her body. (Though that was always a nice benefit)

He had to say, what Akari lacked to fill in her bra, was made up for the clever thoughts and cunning knowledge filled into her brain.

It was one of the things that made her such a prize. Especially her knowledge of just how fake he could be. She was a fascinating bit of kryptonite for him that saw through him and his weaknesses. And that's what caught his attention.

But seeing her now, dressed so formally and standing before the doors of her father's estate, yet looking completely nervous and sweat-dropping puddles, he couldn't quite see why she captivated him so much. She was a sweaty wreck of a teenage girl right then.

And then the door opened, and a young man appeared. She was abruptly transformed in a split moment of a second into a handsomely charming, rich, sophisticated, and eloquent young woman as the man came into view. That's when Tora remembered just where it was she came from.

He had to recall, she wasn't just some poor teen with daddy issues. She was a Michiyo, just like he was an Igarashi.

"Good morning, Hayate-kun. It has been much too long." She greeted the young man cordially as Tora stood by her side. He, of course, subconsciously sized the other man up, as did the other man sized Tora up when he saw him. It's what all men did.

As he surveyed the boy, he noticed no similarities in him and Akari, though he knew exactly who he was- her half brother. He supposed that the boy looked most like his mother, and Akari looked most like her mother, neither of them looking like their father, so of course they couldn't look alike.

"Ah, my dearest little half-sister. It's fantastic to get to see you after all this time." The boy said, allowing Tora and Akari to stand out in the cold a while longer while he made his voice prolong itself in it's speaking. And then, finally; "Why don't you both come inside."

Tora was shorter than Hayate by about a few inches, but then he supposed, the boy was older than him. As Tora brushed a hand across his own blonde hair, the other boy mimicked the move over his own curly chocolate locks, much to Tora's annoyance. He didn't like to be mimicked.

"You can set your coats there," Hayate gestured lazily to a coat rack by the door while a servant on stand-by quickly shut the large wooden thing behind them as they stepped inside. Immediately, the cool air ceased and the two of them discarded their coats.

Tora didn't like the way Akari's eyes were so still, set on an invisible path straight ahead of her. Normally, the curious girl was looking around at every crevice of everything she saw, taking every detail in. Then again, he supposed this was a place she'd already seen too much of.

"And you must be the Igarashi heir."

Tora went through the motions and took the other man's hand. For once, he did not smile and greet him politely, but simply nodded and stared at the person in front of him while they did the usual firm handshake.

Hayate Michiyo was a man of bulk and brawn. His shoulders were broad underneath his shiny suit and his chest stood out as if full of air like a balloon. His face was more or less okay-looking, though his eyes were a bit too close together and his nose was rather large, he had a sort of regal, or powerful, look about him that was more-or-less captivating. His hair was a long mop down to the shoulders, curled and crusty-looking, as if he used too much product in it, and his eyes were pale and watery-colored, like a washed-out pond.

Tora, not wanting to look at this unpleasant man anymore, glanced over at Akari, who was still staring and still, like a doll. Then he took a look around himself, and had quite the shock.

The mansion was rather... dark.

Compared to his own golden-and-cream palace, the Michiyo residence was a place of deep shadows, blood-maroon wall paper, hardwood floors and dim lighting. It's not that the electricity was a bother- it would seem they just had all of the lights constantly set at a dim setting. His eyes had a hard time adjusting for a moment, and he realized that the pain that had been occurring just behind his eyes the whole time he had spent watching Hayate was because of the adjustment he'd had to make from the white of the snow and grey of the sky outside, to the vampiric den of the Michiyo's.

"Your estate is, something." Tora leaned towards Akari.

"Ah, we get that a lot." Hayate suddenly grabbed Akari's arm and she was harshly escorted into the next room. "Father's waiting for you, dear."

"Something's not right here..." Tora whispered to himself, and then, shortly after, followed the two.

"Tora, you need to wait in the hall."

Tora was giving Akari a blank look, and then, just as suddenly, he was composed as ever and bowed just slightly.

"Of course."

She really expected him to say more, but that was it. When she turned around Hayate gave her that evil, knowing grin of his and opened the door wide for her, and she stepped inside with as much un-nervous grace as she could muster.

Her father's hair had grayed some more, she noticed, taking the life out of it's light brown swirls. The grey accents in his hair made his daunting silver eyes stand out all the more, even though they were two dull orbs compared to her own fierce silvery-ice-blue depths, now that he was aging. So really, his hair was more silver now, she should say, and his eyes were more dull grey.

Indeed, she agreed with people when they said she looked more like her mother; her mother, with her long, elegant cinnamon-brown hair, her bright blue eyes, her angelic, youthful face. Because her father, was the opposite. A rigid, set, square jaw, bushy eyebrows, an old and regal face. Sure, Akari had her high cheekbones from him, their bone structure in their faces more-or-less the same, though where he had harsh angles, she had her mother's soft, curving slopes.

Suddenly in a moment, old grey eyes met a mixture of blue and silver youth, and they stared at each other in silence as he stood from his seat and maneuvered around the large, thick black desk of his.

"Come here." He ordered monotonously.

She took strong steps forward, not forgetting her courage. That is, until she found herself placed right in front of him. She felt herself tremble slightly as she stared up at him, but ignored it and looked him right in the eye.

"Running away was completely unacceptable."

"If I could politely interject, I didn't run away. I was staying with aunt Tana, if you recall."

"I meant, after that."

"The Igarashi's had the right to take me in. It's in mother's will, if you've read it throu-"

"DON'T speak of Kaori to me!"

Akari made a face at his words, and then proceeded with a persistent approach.

"You can't really still be grieving so deeply that you can't bring her up in conversation, can you?"

"ENOUGH!"

Akari shrunk back slightly, but did not falter.

"No. You need to get over this fact. Please, I'm trying to help you, it's better to accept it than-"

Her father's face was slowly turning a shade of violent violet.

"Akari, don't test me."

She stuck her chin out, but felt as if she were slipping in her heels. On top of that, her body ached from the treatment she'd recieved from his messanger last night!

"I apologize. Can we continue this conversation in peace? Why am I here today?"

The man's eyebrows suddenly brushed against each other in a furrow.

"Did Ikehara not relay his message to you properly yesterday?"

"Oh, he did that and then some."

"And just what does that mean?!" He bellowed. Obviously, she had insulted him in some way.

Being the hot head that she is, she continued a bit.

"Your employees, coworkers, underlings- they're not worth what you pay them."

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind, you wouldn't care anyway. You wouldn't mind even if I dropped dead right here and now, actually, I bet."

Very unexpectedly, his voice rose to immeasurable levels.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM IMMEDIATELY."

She blinked at him as he yelled down on her face, inches away, baring his unnaturally square teeth.

"What room? I don't live here anymore."

"So help me god, Akari, I will have Hayate come in here and teach you a lesson if you don't listen to me. You live here now. This discussion is over."

This all happened much too quickly though, it normally took him hours of yelling at her before he reached any conclusion... this had taken only minutes!

"You planned this?" She suddenly realized. "From the beginning, you never meant for me to set foot out of this place again if I came to talk with you today!"

"You have a duty to perform h-"

"I owe no further duties to you!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TO INTERRUPT ME!"

"What are you going to do, hit me?! Isn't that Hayate's job?!"

"I cannot believe, after all my years of being so fair to you, that you're acting so- so- completely ungra-"

"Fair..."

"What?" He glared down at her, angry at another interruption.

"Fair. Hah, fair. You couldn't ever be fair to anyone. I myself, cannot believe, that you just said those words. After all the years I've spent living under your rule, you've never once been fair to me! Never once! You know what," She looked up at him then, taking in his dull eyes, his reddened face, his greying-brown hair... everything. It angered her so much, so DAMN MUCH. "My mother, might have deserved you long ago. But she did not ever deserve the man you are today."

The resonating 'SMACK' coming from just past the door is what put a smile on that stupid half-brother's face as Tora stared at him, trying to get a good read on him as they had their short-lived conversation about wealth and family business matters.

Tora watched in calm shock as the other man suddenly pounced towards the doors that they were standing just outside of, excited as a school boy. Then the sound finally registered with him, and he, too, pounced, more panther-like than school-boyishly though.

It was when the doors opened of their own accord, and Akari came rushing out in a fuming fit that the smile switched from Hayate's face to Tora's face as they peered past her into the room.

The old man, presumably Mr. Michiyo, was leaning back against his desk, his hand shaking as it lifted itself up to his face. He was staring at the girl leaving the room as if she'd just shot him instead of only slapping him across the face.

"Hayate."

Tora glanced down at his small prize, and then up at her taller half-brother, and watched as the boy turned with the most surprised and demonic look in his eye Tora had ever seen in a man, and then-

Then the best thing happened.

SMACK!

Akari slowly let go of her half-brother's tie, allowing him to pull back up to his normal height and rub his cheek in shock.

"That was for all the times you've done the same to me."

Tora snickered gleefully as she grabbed his wrist and yanked him after her down the stairs and across the dark hallways. When they reached the front doors, she didn't even bother to grab her coat or his as she yanked the double set of the heavy wooden doors open with all her might, letting in a massive 'WHOOOSH' of cold air, blowing her hair back and messing up it's curls.

Tora turned swiftly when he heard the footsteps trauncing after them, and when he turned around to see a volcanically angry Hayate behind them, he was quick to hold up a hand, stopping the poor fool only for a moment and giving himself just enough time to nod cordially, grab his and Akari's coats, and smile slyly as he exited the home after Akari, shutting the doors behind him and hurrying his pace to the limousine awaiting him, along with the freezing girl pulling the door open and stepping inside.

That magnificent bitch.

Akari was hyperventilating once again. But this time, it was for a good reason. When Tora took a seat across from her in the limo, and the shouting of her half-brother died down as they pulled away from the frozen drive, she looked up at him only to see him gazing at her with half-lidded eyes.

"What?!"

And then he was pressing his wrist to his mouth, trying and failing to suppress his laughter.

"Why did you come in there with me anyway? You didn't need to hear all that!"

"Oh, but you were so entertaining." His eyes seemed to twinkle as he stopped laughing and looked at her with a sly smile.

"Just... shut up, you tiger."

"Does your brother hit you?"

The unexpected question caught her off guard and she looked at him with a look of both horror and shock.

"Wh-what?"

"After you hit him," Tora continued, going on in all seriousness now. "You said something about it being for all the times he'd done the same to you."

She looked down. "It's nothing."

"No, it's something." He insisted in a flat tone, peering out the window for a moment. "Also, I had believed the rumors were true... but I'm guessing what I heard tonight is not anywhere near the worst of it."

"You're talking about my father."

"His habit of screeching like a banshee hasn't been fixed as the press claims."

"You looked into my family matters?!"

He peered at her.

"Why shouldn't I? You live with my family."

"...Not much of it's secret anyway. My family matters..."

He took on a peculiar tone. "No, I suppose it's not, hmm?"

"Just shut up already Iga... T-Tora?"

He had suddenly pulled forward, switching positions in the car until he was no longer placed in the seat across from her, but directly beside her. He put an arm around her carefully and smiled in a sly, content sort of way.

"Eh? You're not pulling away?" He asked after a moment, looking down at her, surprised, when she just 'humfed' and shrunk down in her seat slightly.

"Shut up. It's been a long morning and... and you're warm..."

He blinked and tried to hide his surprise at her words and her blushing face. Did she normally blush like that?

He suddenly smirked.

"Oh, are you cold?" He taunted in his usual arrogant, smooth tone.

"Well... yeah. You forced me to wear this skirt!"

He, too, slunk back into the plush leather and kept his arm loosely around her shoulders. He made no attempt to snuggle closer or lean towards her, and thus, as expected, she tried to inch further into the crook of his arm without him really noticing.

But he did. And he was smiling (on the inside) all the way back to his estate.

When he was sure she was asleep, he looked down at her face, and his own face lost it's blank slate for a moment and he couldn't help but give the tiniest, tiniest smile.

But it was soon gone when she looked up at him, apparently not asleep, and peered at him with curious silver-ice eyes.

"Hmf." He pulled his arm back from around her, and stared out the opposite window.

And all the while, Akari watched his profile like that. His solid figure, sure and real and right before her very eyes. The turn of his neck, the line of his jaw, the outline of his nose and lips, the stylish cut of his hair- all of it somehow made her feel... things. In her gut, in her head, in her heart.

It was these quiet, simple moments that neither of them realized, they both liked to enjoy the most.

A/N: ...iashi Michiashi Michiashi Michiashi Michiashi Michiashi Michiashi.

Eleven times fast.

.WHAT-WHAT.

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Sooo my entire school came down with Pertussis: "...a highly contagious bacterial disease that causes uncontrollable, violent coughing. The coughing can make it hard to breathe. A deep "whooping" sound is often heard when the patient tries to take a breath..." a.k.a whooping cough. Yeah. It's sooo fun. So yes, I have been coughing up the world for the past weekish. It's not painful really- just SUPER annoying. Because you're coughing like a dead person 24/7. But I still go to school and stuff- no point staying home if everyone else already has it too, and if you really aren't in pain. Anywhoozah, so that sucks and stuff, and I'm chowin/suckin on a lemon-honey cough drop right now, so my breath smells like lemony honey. ^_^

SPEAKING OF LEMON, when is the lemon chapter coming up you must be wondering, maybe perhaps? Look, at this point, I really don't know. Probably soon. But I'm building up a rivalry that's gonna get pretty heated here soon, so I think some major drama has to take place with that, before the big lemon happens. But, you know, tell me what you think in a review, or PM me, and I'll change it up if you want. Maybe bring the lemon in earlier. I will if you ask, I mean, I'm a writer- I can work my way around and through my story, mold it differently, switch the approach, if it's what my readers want.

Hey SPEAKING OF MY READERS, hoohay you people I love you~

and your reviews! Review please, please continue to! They touch my heart n' soul! They make me wanna fly! All high up in the sky, this'a rhyme, to pass the time, cuz I talk way out of line, yet it's sublime, you love my lines, being a talkaholic aint no crime!

Whoa. I am thoroughly unimpressed. And also a bit embarrassed by my sincerely poor efforts at being normal.

Let me conclude with this- I will never be normal. Well damn. How awful. Sue me. Bite me. This really sucks. What a shame. There goes my life.

Well normal is boring so hah. I win everything. Including your reviews. Review my story. Peasants. Review my story! PEASANTS!

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(something's wrong here... I just don't know what...)

P.S- (this will probably become a regular thing now) figurative thumbs up for abnormal people! Annnd another figurative thumbs up for cough drops! :D

P.P.S- 'sucker punch': "to strike someone with an unexpected blow" adding a little vocab in yaaaay learning