Gaia guardians chapter 2...

Hello there, all of you in cyberspace.

It's Friday, so it's time to add some new life to this page! 

...Sometimes, computers can be painful. So, so, annoyingly painful.

And then they suddenly get better, and its like they never deceived you in the first place.

But anyway! Continuing on with my Gaia guardians series, here is chapter 2 of  5. Again, this is left uncompleted. But eventually, I shall revive it and go forward with what I envisioned. Because I tend to envision a lot of things. And it spans lifetimes to complete.

Oh! And to clarify. When I thought I had written the series for the 2007-2008 year, apparently my online journal said it went as far as 2006. So pretty much the last time this was written was from 2006 to 2008. Which isn't all that bad. 2 years...Oi.

Anyway, you know the drill.

Now begins the eventual online journal original fiction serialization of the CLAMP/Inuyasha/Saint Seiya and various other anime/manga inspired story with a dash of mythology (mostly Greek, a little Shinto, some Norse in the sequel, Ragnarok, oh a little egyptian too) and a pinch of the major elements needed to concoct a story as the story unfolds such as life drama, bisexual-hinting romances and lots of required butt-kicking action of Good kicking Evil’s a** one youma at a time!!! This will be therefore known as…

Gaia guardians or.... Kami Senshi Earth Heroes!!!
(Funky take on the Japanese name, isn't it?)

Well, here’s your chapter 2…it’s an extra page longer than the first one. Again, I apologize for the lack of action… but then it depends again on the point of view. There isn’t enough action is what I’m saying. Again, that’s what the author thinks. But give me time, I will improve and you will see more and more proper butt-kicking action scenes in due time. Otherwise, it’s all pretty well done so far. A little sketchy here and there at times, I admit…but still balanced overall. So, take your time, analyze and review!!

Or else People will be bugged…MWAH HAH HAH HAH!!!!


Gaia Guardians

Rating: T

Genre: Action/Adventure, drama, romance (In later chapters)

Prologue beta- Young man with funky speak. Going to the flowers and peaches town, boy?

Thirty days ago, somewhere on the Shigure highway


Dark eyes awakened to the sight the beautiful night sky, complete with shining stars. The boy reflexively scratched his itchy hair underneath his large triangular hat and opened his eyes. Looking around his new surroundings, the boy frowned and looked back up to the night sky and abruptly rose up to a sitting position as he felt himself moving. Though his feet weren’t doing so as he was lying on the ground and wasn’t standing up…

The boy gasped and looked down at the gray rusty metallic floor as it bumped and moved, meaning that he was seated on something that was moving him, unaware that he was inside the backseat of a truck. But, he then looked around again and found squares of hay in front of him, with a dog sleeping on top of them. Grimacing even more, the perplexed boy then touched the metallic floor, feeling the rough yet smooth feel under his fingers. What exactly was going on here? Where was he being taken? Suddenly a laugh was heard as a little girl suddenly crawled out from the piles of hay in front of the boy, who hesitantly moved away but found himself bumping his protected head on a wall of some sort.

“Well, looks like mister priest man’s ‘nally awakin’, Daddy!!!” the little girl yelled, looking over her shoulder at the piles of hay where a window had been and where she had been crawling out of to see the boy. The large shadow at the front of the truck just gave a wave at the girl. She came towards the boy and offered him an orange-looking pastry. The boy hesitated and then quickly snatched away the food and wolfed it into his mouth impatiently, licking his fingers when the entire thing was inside his mouth.

“Whgo…hare…ygou?” The boy asked with mouth stuffed. The girl tilted her head at the question, until the boy gulped loudly and thumped his chest to swallow the food properly and coughed hard and was soon pounding his chest even more as he started to choke. The girl gasped and gave the boy the nearest bowl of water she could find; he dove right into the blue dish laid out before him and swallowed the murky water whole, making the already giggling girl hoot into even more laughter as she realized that she had given the stranger the dog’s remaining water bowl.

After that terrible experience, this priest would never resort to eating one of those things again…especially if they almost cost him his life!

The little girl frowned. “I’m sorry mister priest man, Those Anpan were quite spicy…my ma kinda makes ‘em hot like that on purpose. Says It’ll jolt ya up back ta life.” the boy raised a brow and wiped off the dog slobber from his cheek. “No worries, little one. I’m just grateful to the gods for saving my life.” The girl then started to explain how they found him; they had been delivering some groceries in the woods when they found the injured boy, unconscious and in a pretty dismembered state. They had nursed him back to health and also decided to take him along with them (to get some extra paying fees and heck, they felt generous too).

Meanwhile, the priest, who shifted his attention from the girl’s story and his moderate devouring of the Onigiri rice balls that the girl had brought out (he was now taking his time eating them), swallowed the lump in his mouth and gave the girl, Susumi, an incredulous stare. He frowned and said,” Why the nerve of you! The only reason you and your family had helped me and taken me on this city contraption of yours was because you were only thinking of your greedy selves and pitying me?”

Susumi looked puzzled and crossed her arms as she heard the man’s reply. “ Well, mister priester man, me Daddy didn’t actually say it like that…he kinda said it like,” She then puffed her cheek and inhaled a whiff of air to make a deep voice and raised her finger in the air,” ‘You oughta be able to ne helpin’ anyone in need, no matter what kind o’ sorry state they in.’ or sumthin’ in that way…You just gotta ask ‘im, I guess.”

The stranger huffed and stuffed another rice ball in his mouth and looked to the side, where the blurry trees and the road were passing him by. Susumi, now on the man’s lap, inched up to the man’s face and stared.

“…You look sad, mister Priester man.” She said, earning a jerk from the boy who looked her way but then gasped and suddenly fell limp to the ground, making Susumi gasp and jumped aside to keep from being squished by the teen priest.


“…Are ya alright, Mister Priester man? Mister priester man?” Susumi asked the older boy as he twitched incessantly and clenched his teeth, his body now hanging on the floor. This, as you can see, was actually quite unbearable, not to mention utterly humiliating to be in this much intense pain for the boy. Susumi tilted her head and poked the priest, then went to inform her Daddy that the Priest man had gone dead again.

Oh Well. Maybe later they’d figure out where he was headed.

Chapter 2- Flea.cur.ring-Maim.more.ries
(Flickering Memories)

“Um, Priestess Sakibara-sama, are you sure that this will work?” asked the middle-aged woman as a grinning Kikyo held a small piece of paper in her hand with various characters imprinted into it. “Yep, count me on it, or get your money back.” the girl replied confidently.

Meanwhile a grinning Midori stood behind Kikyo. She was holding her video camera and her other hand gave a thumbs up at her cousin and encouraging the young spiritualist with hearty words of, ”GOOOO KIKYOOO!! YEAH!!! WHO’S NUMBER ONE??? YOU!!! NO ONE ELSE IS THE BEST ONMYOUJI GIRL THAN YOUUUUUU!!!"

The girl in question blushed and sighed, looking up to the ceiling with a nervous look on her face. “Okay…you can do this, girl. Remember Ichigo. Remember Edo-kun. They’re both waiting for you tonight. You’re not gonna let Rukia and Winry get all the fan service…” Kikyo took a deep breath and threw a paper ofuda charm towards the canvas before her and she clapped her hands together and closed her eyes. Kikyo kneeled on one knee and started chanting…

“Ohyohsaisukidawayirigusuregasaiyimonikoshokaishokendaimegotendayomewashothenda…”

As the young miko continued reciting her words, electricity crackled around the room, adding to the atmosphere’s instability. Suddenly bolts flashed and soon formed a circle around the kneeling Kikyo, but she kept her ground and kept on concentrating, pressing her hands further together as she emitted a blue aura around her form. The barrier would only hold for a few minutes at a time… she had to keep herself focused on this and keep her ground. Every mission she often put herself on the line for, each one bearing no exception and all equaling importance. It wasn’t just for Midori that she was doing this, it wasn’t just for the clients she was doing this, but she was also dedicating each mission she had done for a little bit of herself.

After all, she hadn’t gotten out of Juku hell just to return back home empty-handed. This was still her job first, her private thoughts second.

Earlier that day…

“Cousin?”

“Yes?” Came the dull and distracted reply.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You may...”

A minute of hesitation before she finally answered,”Why do I have to carry the talismans, the weapons and your entire equipment bag? You’re the esteemed assistant that’s helping me!!!”

“Well, you’re the exorcist who’s using all this said “equipment” that’s on your back right now, so it’s only fitting that the medium should be carrying her own things. And I beg to differ your statement because I, for one, am helping very much…Care for me to elaborate my points?”

“I was just-“she was cut off by a “SHUSH!” and then she began while a grimacing Kikyo frowned and stuck her tongue out preparing for the onslaught of arguments by her willing cousin.

“Who’s the one who set you this appointment?”

“You…”

“Who keeps the calculations in line and therefore counts all our profits on our trips?”

“You…”

“Who’s the one who has the luxury of taping all of your wonderful little exorcizing shows a la Tomoyo Daidouji and keeps them for future references on following missions?”

“You…? But you never even-”but again she was cut off again by Midori who continued,

“…And WHO should keep her mouth shut, do her job and keep Tokyo safe from all evil spirits like her little onmyouji pretty boy hero Subaru Sumeragi-chan of Tokyo Babylon???”

“…Me?”

“CORRECT!!! So shut up, do your job and keep Tokyo safe, Kikyo Sakibara, or else NO Hagaren or Bleach for you this coming weekend!!!”

“NYOO!!! Ichigo-kun!!! Edo-kun!!!” came the gasp then the whining reply.

She flinched and nodded shortly before sighing. She couldn’t protest against her cousin after having heard that threat. The primary mission here before all was to relieve the departed some peace and protect the balance between this world and the next. A little cliché, yes, but that was the way of the world. Some silence resumed again between the two before Kikyo looked up at Midori’s figure. The brown-haired girl, now furiously typing away at her calculator, grinned when she figured out the total price range. Kikyo raised a confused brow when her ecstatic cousin grinned at her. This couldn’t be the same Midori who had been so blunt this morning, could it? No, it certainly wasn’t her.

“So, tell me again…how much is this going to get us?”

“Welll….”Midori mused, her smile and gaze intensifying as she looked back at her cousin with a devious grin, “Food and lodging for the remainder of the night…plus the choice of exorcism matter…plus the possible damage insurance covering…that totals to about…67 800 yen.” Kikyo widened her eyes at the large amount of money while a grinning Midori raised her eyebrows up and down in sheer confidence and mirth before emitting a happy squeal. The female medium sighed as her stomach grumbled and she looked down at it. “Well, look at that. You think all that money they’re paying could do this complaining stomach wonders...” Midori couldn’t help but squeal again at the sound of the word ‘money’ while Kikyo just rolled her eyes and then they were finally at the large gates.

The girls pressed their faces to the intercom camera as Midori pressed on the doorbell and a sharp and stingy voice answered them.” Yes, welcome to the Sumirezawa mansion home…how may I be of assistance?” The cousins blinked at each other when Midori finally took the initiative to reply to the dry voice. “Umm…I’m Midori Honda, an assistant to the Sakibara exorcist you’ve appointed? We’re here for our job.” Nothing but awaiting silence from the intercom before the girls jumped at the sound of a beep and then gawked at the large gates as they opened.

“Hm!” said Kikyo out of the blue, smiling nonchalantly.”…At least they’re courteous.” Midori just blinked and nodded. “Yeah…. Let’s just get in and do our job, shall we?”

The girls entered the large house and were welcomed by the lady of the house, a boisterous, rounded woman, who wore a fur coat and a purple dress up to her ankles. She looked graceful for now, but at the sight of the two women, she gasped and dove into the surprised girls with a fierce crushing hug, directed mostly at the now-struggling Kikyo who was desperately gasping for air as she fought to breathe. “You…’re…” she barely managed to say through puffed cheeks and chokes. The large woman gasped again and quickly released the girl. Midori rolled her eyes and quickly dashed towards the client, money signs flashing in her eyes.

Yes, now it was time to settle business.

“So, Miss Sumirezawa…When have you started…feeling these eerie sensations in your art room? We have to know these things in order to identify the supernatural culprit of your recent scares.” asked a stern-looking Midori as she looked intently as her chubby female client with notebook and pencil near and ready in hand. She heard some odd noises in the background, near the site of the crime scene, but gave no attention to it; it was probably only a ravenous Kikyo shamelessly wolfing down upon a third (or maybe fourth, can’t be sure) helping of her rice bowl…and at the rate she was speeding, she wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

And SHE was their “Protector of evil fiends”?

“Mmm…hmm?” Mumbled a distraught Kikyo in the kitchen room as she was now reflected into the wide eyes of a little boy who was peering up at her. The boy couldn’t help but look distracted as she chewed with her mouth closed and glared at the boy before swallowing and placing her ramen and chopsticks down on the ground she sat on. Why was everybody so enamored with watching her eat so much? She was only consuming and swallowing things and after long childhood years of torture, she was finally chewing her food with her mouth closed! So what was the big deal around her eating habits? She was a priestess and as such she had to take big portions before taking on the task of exorcising the lingering!

The boy then opened his mouth and formed an O. He then poked and prodded at Kikyo’s robes. Again, something so simple yet it seemed to be so scrutinized on…

“So…you’re a miko, huh? A sort of mediator…” He asked, curiosity in his tone. The blue-haired girl nodded incredulously and raised a brow.” Your mom told you that you should’ve gotten into bed by now right?” The boy shrugged and glanced at the sniveling woman in the other room and shook his head. ”Okaa-san? Yeah, she told me. I really wasn’t listening though. Wanted to see what the fuss was about, if the person in question was really worth it…Turns out I should’ve listened to Okaa-san and gone out to bed after all.” Kikyo twitched and growled, fist already towering the boy and was ready to smack the hell out of him…but she had to keep her calm. She was here on a mission, so if even one little misdemeanor occurred while on said mission, it would be depleted from the girls’s pay and deployed on her tab, making her bill that much worse to clean up and Midori would ban another privilege activity from the girl’s rare shots at the weekend without “work”.

“…So, kid. You got a name?”

“ Susumu.”

“Susumu-chan…mind if I call you that?”

“Actually I do…”

“Hmph. Well, in revenge for mocking me, I’m gonna call you that.”

The boy growled and tiptoeing, he took a snack from the kitchen counter before getting a snort from Kikyo. “So, wanna tell me why you’re really awake at this time of night, Susumu?” The blue-haired boy pointed to the bathroom.” I had to go. But then I also heard the waiter seeing you guys in from outside a few minutes back so I stayed up-“Susumu then jumped and looked behind him when he heard the commanding voice of an older woman coming closer.

“ No, s**t! It’s the maids! Hide me!” he gasped and hid behind Kikyo who held a smirk on her face. But where did the kid get his swear words from? And just as predicted, a young maiden came into the kitchen and did indeed look like one of the maids.

“Have you seen master Susumu, Honorary Priestess Sakibara?”

Kikyo blinked. Well, wasn’t this a new title for her.” Umm…actually I haven’t…but if I ever do, I’ll tell him that he needs to get going to bed…right?” she said the last sentence and tapped the back of her Hakama but was surprised when she felt nothing but air. As the maid left, Kikyo looked down and was surprised not to see two extra pair of feet behind her.

“Kikyo! Time for the actual job part of your mission!!!” Midori called from afar. Kikyo shook her head and headed off into the art room. Hopefully the kid should’ve gone to bed now.

***

“Hmm…wonder why I thought about that,” Kikyo thought, blinking when suddenly she opened her eyes and looked above her as she saw something emerging from the canvas. By the looks of it, this was quite big. Of course others couldn’t see it, not even Midori (who was trying to film the escapade, as usual) but Kikyo could see it very well. She shook her head and placed herself in position as she pulled out a first of many weapons from her bag she carried, a naginata-like staff with the characters for ‘attack’ written on it. The ground suddenly shook as Kikyo was suddenly pounded into the ground, but blocked the incoming attack with her weapon, which had repelled the monster away with a quick force field. She leaped away and sliced the invisible attacker, who moaned in agony at the cut before a giant bleeding arm materialized and try to swipe the priestess with its claws. The miko, still in the air, managed to dodge the attack and chanting a few words, Kikyo then launched a flurry of ofuda charms in the air. They all flew down and latched onto the unseen monster. A terrible screech was then heard again before Kikyo bounded to the ground and kneeling down on one knee again, she planted her weapon into the ground and with a powerful “KAIGEN!!!” a flash of light was released where the ofuda charms were latched on and then a large hideous monster was briefly seen before it disappeared again before the naked eye of the spectators.

Meanwhile, a still-grinning Midori still held her video camera just as strongly. She being the assistant to the Sakibara onmyouji, supernatural things like this were nothing, she had already gotten used to them. “…And that’s a wrap.” She said to herself, having a glint in her eye. Kikyo, panting, rose up and just as quickly fell back on the ground. As the smoke cleared, she looked up at the canvas and stared. Hmm…something hadn’t gone right here…she thought before she was suddenly grasped into the air and then crushed into a powerful hug by the sniveling Mrs. Sumirezawa once again. “ T-thank you, thank you, thank youuu Honorary Priestess!!!” She cried happily, again failing to notice that she was strangling the choking Kikyo who was again, barely breathing until she heard the faint order of release from her stranglehold.

She must’ve been so happy that she had failed to notice how much damage the room was actually in while all this commotion was going on.

Midori grinned and slapped her cousin on the back proudly.” Awright, Kikyo! I knew you could do it!” Kikyo shrugged and stuck her tongue out playfully.” Nah, it wasn’t much for me.” She winced and rubbed her shoulder. Midori blinked.

“You alright?”

“Yeah…I’ll be fine.”

As the others left, Kikyo suggested to stay behind to give the final safeguard measures to shield the painting. After all other supernatural beings could try and hijack the painting for their own means. That monster of earlier however had seemed to be more than a stray lingering. As she said the closing prayers and bowed, Kikyo couldn’t help but take a doubtful look at the painting behind her as she took her leave. Whatever entity had been frequenting it must’ve had some sort of powerful connection to this place…she narrowed her eyes as her thoughts again returned on the young boy of before. Come to think of it, something had seemed off about him too…suddenly appearing like that and just as quickly disappearing without much of a trace…

Susumu-chan, was it? Wonder if he’s snoozing like a light right now…

Upstairs, far from all the recent commotion below, a small human foot suddenly appeared from the ceiling and softly landed on the ground, followed by the other foot and then finally the entire body. Susumu panted as he staggered from the hallway towards his room. He pushed the door open and just as quickly closed it before sliding down to the floor.

Just then the door opened and the maid came in, peeking in curiously at the bed and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the figure of her young master sound asleep in his bed. As she closed the door, Susumu, now under the covers, breathed a sigh of relief. He growled and glared at his scorched right hand. His hand however wasn’t the only part of him that had been brutally burned; it was also covering almost the entire right half of his body, his arm and face having been affected the most. The boy cursed at his scarred right half of his face, hissing as he failed to open his bulging eyelid.

Damn it…I didn’t think she had that much strength. I have to be careful next time .

As they left the mansion and headed down the steps back towards the awaiting black van, Kikyo still held that look of uncertainty on her face. Midori, polishing her camera lens for the umpteenth time, glanced at Kikyo and noticed her cousin’s distress. “Hmm…that’s odd. You’re still taking on that ‘ I’m not sure I accomplished something today’ look on you. It’s like when you don’t finish a meal, or worse, you don’t ask for seconds. Are you sure you’re alright? Would you want perhaps to watch today’s taping and see what you could’ve improved?” The blue-haired girl behind Midori shook her head, rubbed her neck then narrowed her eyes.

“…Well, maybe…hey! This is the first time you’ve ever asked me to watch one of your infamous tapes! Why is that anyway? I didn’t even ask this time!”

Midori scoffed at Kikyo’s reply. “Why the nerve of you! Can’t I be of a little worry for my brave younger cousin who risks her life and limb every time to save Tokyo, Japan…and heck, even the world? I mean of all the things I do for you, this is how you repay me? By whining about incessant things like such?”

Kikyo frowned and grimaced, “ Why do you keep saying that I’m saving Japan and the world all the time? I’m just saving one little town prefecture in Japan with so many problems It’d take me a lifetime to resolve them all!! Since when was your sudden concern for my safety and well-being come from anyway? (Except maybe when money’s involved!!) Besides, I wouldn’t have to ask you those things if you just showed me your tapes once in a while, but noooooo!!! Little Miss Midori Honda just doesn’t want to show them to me because she knows that her video camera probably can’t even make out the supernatural beings that I’m fighting my a** out for!!! But she just doesn’t want to admit it, does she?” Suddenly, Kikyo froze in her ranting and gulped. Now was the time when she wished she’d have taken back all that she had just said right then and there.

But with Midori smirking back at her now like she was about to unleash the fury of a thousand Akari-sempai’s plus one, well, the Sakibara priestess who was powerful enough to send a hound of Oni running for their one lives to the next knew that she had now ran her course in this life.

She hadn’t even gotten a chance to say her prayers yet. Even worse, she hadn’t even passed the age of 14 yet either.

Midori cackled and held a very dark and furious look on her face, even though her smiling face concealed it. That was just part of the trick though. Her voice as she laughed however, was very, very menacing. You could’ve just cut the silence with a knife. As they headed home, a still-smirking Midori thought gleefully, ~Ohhhhhh Kikyo Sakibara…you will regret the day you EVER, EVER, tried to speak against your elder’s technology…you won’t ever see your beloved alchemist or shinigami on TV ever again for the next little “while” after I’m done with you…~

Goodbye glorious weekend, Hello endless nightmare. The priestess gulped at the thought and shivered. She hadn’t even come prepared…suddenly she decided that a month in Juku hell could’ve been much more benevolent than what was to come for her in the near future.

***

A cloaked figure watched intently as the black van went far into the distance. Narrowing his eyes, the figure stood up and leaped down the roof towards the window before slowly climbing inside. Walking to the bedside, the shadow raised his bandaged hand, crackling with dark red aura. He drew his hand back then struck the bed but quickly retreated when he felt no contact, right hand still pulsing with energy.

“Come out, youma,” he called, his rough and dry voice penetrating through the room. At the faint sound of breathing, the cloaked stranger dashed towards the closet and plunging his hand through, he pierced through the boy’s chest in a stroke and rendered him lifeless. As the blood poured down onto his hand, he wretched his hand away from Susumu’s corpse and the body suddenly exploded into bloody bits. Licking his lips to wipe off the blood away, the stranger then left the room, leaping out from the window in which he came in and leaving whatever remains he had produced behind.

Later that night, at the Tsusushi shrine

Shouta yawned as he came out from the bathroom, scratching his crotch as he did so. Heading downstairs to the kitchen for his routine midnight snack, the boy rubbed his eyes of sleep and stumbled towards the kitchen. In the next room, a closed one, he overheard two voices in conversation. One he recognized as that of his sister, Midori, while the other held a groggy, elderly voice to it. Scarfing down his cookie and gulping down his milk in one stroke, Shouta, mouthful, tiptoed towards the room then smirked. Midori’s back to him behind the shoji door, the brown-haired boy grinned and swallowed before crawling down towards the room door to have a better listen.

“…Yes, Obaa-sama. She is doing well.” That was Midori’s voice, no doubt of that.

“Good. Judging from your recent screen captures of her missions, her strength however still seems to be relied from the family heritage, yes?” There was the old woman’s voice. Shouta raised a brow. Could she be the oh-so talked about Obaa-chan?

“Yes, Obaa-sama. It seems that she still uses the skills that the family has brought down and has yet to be awakened yet. As her true self, I mean.”

A moment of silent contemplation before the reply,” Very well, then. Continue to watch over her. It seems that for now she seems safe. Until the time comes, do not tell her of her true purpose. She has no need to find out yet. When the enemy strikes, only then will the time arise to tell her of her destiny. Her powers will awaken then and then the world will have a fighting chance from the impending evil when the chosen ones will all gather.”

“Hai, Obaa-sama. I will do so as you requested.” Came the solemn reply before the conversation came at an end. Midori bowed and as she left the room, she was welcomed by the prying form of Shouta kneeling at the door. She narrowed her eyes and smiled slyly at her younger sibling.

“Hi there, bakabakashi. Were you listening in on me?”

The young boy crawled away and chuckled nervously.” Mayyybe.” Midori rolled her eyes and slid the door behind her closed. As the two headed outside the shrine, Shouta blinked as he noticed something peculiar about his sister that he hadn’t noticed in a long while.

“…Say, I never noticed you without your glasses, nee-chan.”

Midori chuckled. ”Well, I’m not blind, you know. I’ve opted to wear contacts from time to time.”

“Or maybe you never needed them at all?”

“…I just like wearing them.”

Shouta rolled his eyes and yawned again. He really didn’t know why he had to come out with his sister each time she had to do each of her little trips to the shrine like this. Why couldn’t she just do them in the morning like everybody else? And why was everyone always so secretive about these things around him? Shouta Sakibara could very well keep a secret! “I know I could,” he replied, grumbling. Midori glanced at him and raised a brow.

“Talking to yourself, little brother?”

“…Hmph.”

And even better yet, whom were they referring to when they were talking about ‘her’ all the time?

Actually, Shouta didn’t really care about this right now…all he really wanted to do right now was to catch some much-needed Zzs. And plot for tomorrow’s future pranks for the blue-haired glutton sleeping them at home. 

Well, that's about it. Next week December's coming in, and with that, the holidays begin! :)

See you on the flipside,

Suzanne Helen James.

26/11/10.