The goal is to write every night, however small or large the word count.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
lxxviii —wallflower
"Nani?" Deidara nearly shouted aloud. "Say that one more time, un. You want me to help you what?"
Recovering from the harshness of his voice, Kagome redid her pout and clasped her hands together before the blond man. "You heard me."
"Hm…" Deidara turned his head to a cloaked figure in the farthest area of the dungeon. Red hair. He was outside of his puppet shell tonight.
Kagome leaned closer to the bomb artist. "Help me get noticed, ne?"
"By him?"
"Hai," she said with an excited nod, "by Sasori-senpai."
It's much easier not to know things sometimes.
—Stephen Chbosky
Author's Note: