Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction ❯ Life In A Bottle ❯ A Pretty Yellow Dress ( Chapter 13 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

-----Author’s note: If any of you don’t dislike me for not updating like I used to (Fast), then I must be doing something wrong. I would be pissed if I were a reader. Then again, I deserve all the best and think so, whereas you may not think along the same lines for yourselves. Therefore, if you’re not pissed, you have low self-esteem. How’s that logic for you?

I do not own Negima!, but any other characters and ideas are my own. Enjoy.....-----


Crossing the room in silence, watched by one set of two eyes our heroine puts her favorite custom cd into her stereo and puts it on lucky number seven. She listens to the sound of the disk spinning before the music kicks in, and she starts to sing along with it; “I can dim the lights, and sing you songs full of sad things, we can do the tango just for two.....”

-

In a certain dorm room a ways away, a certain hero of ours was singing the same song as he went about his business, watched by one set of two eyes, his own cd spinning away in his stereo, “.....I can serenade and gently play, on your heartstrings, be your Valentino just for you.....”

-

Asuna Kagurazaka watched with a single eyebrow raised as Evangeline ballroom danced herself around her house, singing at the top of her lungs as she went, “.....Ooh, love! Ooh, loverboy! What you doing tonight? Hey boy!”

-

Chachamaru Karakuri watched with an emotionless (Albeit it unquestionably envious) gaze as Negi sang his heart out as he proceeded to get ready for his outing, “.....Set my alarm, turn on my charm, that’s because I’m a good old-fashioned loverboy!”

-

“Um,” Asuna interrupted the vampire’s singing, “Why the hell am I here, again?”

“Because I told you to be. Remember, this is your way of giving the boy to me,” The blonde girl sneered as she continued to bob and weave her way gracefully around her living room, shedding articles of clothing as she went so she could change into something a bit nicer than a school uniform.

“My way of whating what to who, now?”

“Giving the boy to me,” Evangeline repeated, her voice unchanged.

“And since when was he ever mine to give!?”
“You ARE his sitter, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m not! He’s MY teacher!” Asuna fumed, standing up from the couch and waving her arms around like an idiot. A red idiot, actually, “And even if he was for me to give, why would I give him to you?”

“.....I’d like for you and I to go romancing.....”

-

“.....Say the word, your wish is my command.....”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Negi-sensei,” Chachamaru pointed out, watching the boy continue to sing as he popped into the bathroom to change pants, “What is it you and master are going to be doing, exactly?”

Hopping up and down in the restroom as he struggled to get the pants up, the boy replied nervously, “W-we’re going to be.....having a.....social meeting between two friends.”

“I do not understand, then. Why am I not allowed to come? Am I not your friend?”

Praying to God that he hadn’t heard Chachamaru getting a little emotional, Negi replied, “No, that’s not it at all! Of course you’re my friend! It’s just.....Evangeline-san said to come by myself, so.....” He stumbled out of the bathroom, his pants secured.

-

“No way! You see him as a walking blood bank just as much as a person! Let alone a-”

“When I’m not with you, think of you always.....” Evangeline interrupted with her loud singing, now getting into her pale yellow dress, “I already told you; I had an epiphany.”

“Getting your ass kicked by an old guy isn’t an epiphophonony.....thing.....it’s getting embarrassed!”

Not bothering to ask how Asuna knew about that, as Negi was probably the one to tell her, Evangeline replied politely, “It’s an ‘epiphany’, and the old man had nothing to do with it. I’m glad he stopped me, but he was definitely not the reason.”

“Ok, and your ‘thing’ changed you how?” Asuna demanded, zipping up the back of the dress as she was beckoned to.

“I realized something,” Was the succinct response given.

“And that would be?” Baka red prodded.
The vampire, now set to go, spun around to stare Asuna in the face and declare, “I love Negi Springfield.”

-

“It’s not a date, so you don’t need to worry about anything like that.....” Negi mumbled, looking himself over in the mirror. In his cargo pants and white shirt, finished up with his black button up shirt on top, he had to admit he looked casually ready for a date.

“In the letter,” Negi whipped around in shock to find Chachamaru holding the letter and reading it, “She expressly uses the words ‘date’, ‘touch’, ‘secret’, and ‘bed’. ‘Together’ is also a word in here that I am not pleased with,” The reticular cleansing fluid started to build in the corners of her eyes, which told Negi it was time to book or else he’d be late for his not-date and Evangeline may find herself so inclined to eviscerate him.

“I’ll see you later!” The young teacher flung his door open and ran off at the speed of crying girl.

“There he goes again, that’s my good old fashioned loverboy!” Masayoshi sang after Negi as he sprinted down the halls, the music spilling out from the now open dorm room.

Natsumi grinned as she hung off of his arm, “You like this song?”

Masayoshi nodded, not all that surprised that his date for the night didn’t know it, “The only people who don’t like Queen are the people who’ve never heard them!”

As the two passed Negi’s room for their date, Masayoshi couldn’t help but glance inside and find Chachamaru on her bed, doing what looked a good deal like crying. The boy stopped walking and took a step backwards to get a second look. Yeah, that was crying.

Natsumi had taken a look inside as well, and was in the room before Masayoshi had even balanced out the positives and negatives of entering. Er, not that he had wanted to leave, or anything.

“What’s wrong, Chachamaru?” Natsumi asked, sitting beside the android and putting her arm around her shoulder.

Chachamaru, whom Masayoshi was PRETTY sure was a robot, sniffed before replying, “It’s Negi-sensei.....”

-

Ku Fei looked herself over in her usual Chinese dress, glad to have something to do other than mope. There was nothing wrong with moping, but everyone, including herself, knew it did not suit her all that well. Besides, she was young! When a cute (Albeit depressingly weak) boy asks you to go somewhere with them, you should go for it, sometimes! Screw Connor and his lying ass to hell! Snapping her out of her thoughts, and having her realize that she was grinding her teeth rather hard, was a knock at the door, accompanied by a voice.

“Hey!” The boy from earlier called, “Are you dressed yet, or am I too late?”

“You mean too early?” Ku Fei replied, moving for the door.

“.....No, I meant too late.”

The girl opened her door to find the grinning Koremitsu, who was quick to offer his arm for her to take. Not to the male’s surprise, he knew he was rather charming, she accepted by planting a fist in his face.

“Why you trying act like we going out?” Ku Fei asked, passing him by in the hall.

“Technically,” The boy spoke softly, rubbing his sore face as he started to follow after her, “We ARE going out. You see, before when you were back in the room, you were IN. Now that you’ve left the room you’re OUT. Since you’re going somewhere, and you’re going with me, we’re going out with each other! Isn’t it fun how that works, Genji?”

“Where we going, anyway?” The Chinese girl asked, slowing down when she realized she had no clue.

“Oh,” Koremitsu grinned, “I know just the place for our first da-”

Another punch to the face stopped him from finishing, and prompted a change in words.

“I know just the place!”

-

“And we at a beef bowl,” Ku Fei let her head drop when the beef bowl became their clear destination. That in itself wouldn’t be so bad, but it was the same blessed beef bowl that Connor had taken her and Kaede to once before, and where they had frequented several times after.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Koremitsu forced himself to make the best out of his poor destination. He was doomed to woo her here, though, it seemed.

“You understand what ‘wonderful’ mean?”

“.....Working on a budget?”

“So this work for you?”

Koremitsu laughed off his not-date’s comment, opening the door for her, “I like how you look at that aspect of what I said, and not the part implying that I’ve got as much money as a six-hundred-pound Czech hooker.”

-

“Yeah, that sounds like a date, to me,” Masayoshi nodded, handing the letter back to Chachamaru.

“It sounds like a proposal, to me!” Natsumi added, waving her arms around, “Negi-sensei’s only ten!”

“It wasn’t THAT serious, I don’t think.....”

“Did you read the part about the bed?”

“Er, yes, but.....”

Natsumi hopped off the bed the group was perched on, “Now I keep thinking about what she wants to do with him on it! .....Is that.....weird?”

Masayoshi smiled, “We’ll not speak of it, dearest.”

“So what do you propose I do?” Chachamaru asked, looking from one to the other for some help.

Natsumi and Masayoshi exchanged looks, then nodded, turning to speak to the robot at the same time:

Natsumi: Go and stop them!

Masayoshi: Leave them be!

Natsumi and Masayoshi: Wait, what?

The freckled girl shook her head, “Chachamaru is in love with Negi-sensei! She should go and do something about it!”

The spectacled boy shook his head, “If Evangeline is in love with Negi, doesn’t she deserve the same kind of chance that Chachamaru does?”

The young actress pointed at Chachamaru, “But what about her feelings? She was crying just a few minutes ago over this!”

The young magician pointed at Chachamaru, “So are you saying that she doesn’t care at all about Evangeline’s feelings, or that her own feelings are worth more than Evangeline’s?”

Natsumi threw her hands up into the air in frustration, “Well if you care so much about Evangeline, why don’t you just go marry her!”

Masayoshi threw his hands up into the air in frustration, “Fine! Maybe I will!”

In less than the time it takes Negi to get into an awkward situation with a girl, Natsumi’s eyes were big and watery and her bottom lip was poking up. She asked meekly, “Really?”

In less than the time it takes for Asuna to get into an awkward situation with Negi, Masayoshi was on his feet with his arms around Natsumi. He spoke softly, “Of course not. I’d never leave you.”

After a few seconds of reassuring embracing, the two broke apart just in time to see the last wisps of Chachamaru’s hair as she left the dorm room to go and find Negi.

“Wait for us!” Natsumi called, hurrying after her classmate.

“Not that I had reservations, or anything, heavens no,” Masayoshi sighed, following.

-

Negi exhaled deeply as he looked around, taking in every inch of the completely repaired library before him. Library Island, in only two weeks, had been completely restored to its former glory. The engineering club had went at the job half-heartedly, but it was more than enough to do a spectacular job, by any standards. Hell, the crap they decided was bad enough to throw out was often of very high quality, just not up to their standards.

The sound of footsteps behind him caused the teacher to turn, finding Evangeline only a few yards behind him. It was one of the most confusing five seconds he had ever had in his life. His heart caught in his throat as she drew closer. Her pale yellow dress was a stark contrast to the black he had grown rather accustomed to seeing her in, and he wouldn’t say he didn’t think her beautiful in this particular shade. The light of the setting sun playing off of the water in the distance behind her only accentuated her in its vain efforts at beauty, as if the rest of the world were trying to be as attractive as she was in those seconds. A laughable endeavor, anyone would readily tell you.

It was rather remarkable how in those five seconds he didn’t feel afraid for his own safety at all. No thought of how much blood he might be donating that night crossed his mind, no worry as to the scolding she may, and likely did, have in store for him. While they were both teachers to one another, both students to one another, in that short span of time, Negi found himself wondering if there was something else they were to each other. He had caught himself thinking about this a lot with various students of late, but the look in her eyes told him that she was thinking the exact same thing.

The blonde girl stopped a few feet short of her teacher, and said something that caught the boy rather off guard, “Hey.”

“.....Boya,” He added on, unsure of what to do without that getting tossed onto the end.

Evangeline then did two other things that caught Negi off guard. She smiled, and said, “No. Just hey.”

After clearing his throat, Negi couldn’t help but ask, “So why here? Why meet me at Library Island?”

Evangeline shrugged, “Just on the off chance that the bookworm might be here.....” She didn’t go any further, but it was pretty implied that she was marking her territory.

This went completely over Negi’s head, however, “No, Nodoka’s back at the dorms, taking care of Matsuro. It really is a full time job, being a mom.”

Evangeline frowned slightly at the thought of the two playing house with the bastard teacher Connor’s kid, “And how’s being a daddy treating you?”

Negi forced a chuckle, “It’s not too tough, but Nodoka really does most of the work. I work during the day, and I see them for a couple of hours at night before I go back to my room. I’m really amazed by Nodoka, sometimes, and all the work she must do.”

“I could do it, too,” Evangeline mumbled.

“Pardon?”

“Do you love them, then?”

Negi froze up for a hair of a second, their eyes meeting and locking into a sort of staring contest. Neither one would blink. Negi was wondering if he even had the ability to blink, right then. More than that, though, he was wondering what he should say. Of course he loved them both, but he loved Asuna, Kaede, Ku Fei, Chachamaru, all of the people in his class! Before he had even formulated a reasonable thought or response, that hair of a second had turned into close to a minute.

Evangeline turned a little, breaking their stare and forfeiting the ill-formed contest, “So I guess that’s a yes.”

“Evangeline, I don’t know what you want from me. Of course I love them, but you know that I love all of you, just the same.”

“You don’t know what I want from you, boya?” Negi wasn’t sure if he should feel better or worse that she had called him boya, “I want to talk to you,” She beckoned for him to follow her, which he promptly did.
“I didn’t shrink out of the spotlight because the old man managed to hold me off, boya. Sure I wasn’t happy about it, but it wasn’t really all that important. Because two weeks ago, the same day as my fight, you and your band of merry crusaders went and killed the Mother, and put a stop to her mission.”

Evangeline sat down at a small white table by the island’s edge, Negi sitting across from her. The sound of the water swaying near them was soothing, though the overall feel of the rapidly approaching night didn’t improve, “Evangeline, we both did what we had to do. There’s no need to analyze everything that happened. It’s as simple as that.”

“Are you afraid that if you do analyze it, you’ll think you made a mistake? That maybe you should have let her succeed, after all?” The vampire asked, her eyes rather stern as she stared at the increasingly uncomfortable teacher.

Negi shook his head, though, “No. I did the right thing. The price she was asking for was far too high, regardless of what she had to offer,” A nearby fly was, for reasons he couldn’t grasp, buzzing around the table. He quickly forgot about it, though, as Eva went on.

“What, the bookworm?”

“No. All of you. Most of you. Any of you,” He shook his head again, “Nothing is worth giving a single one of you up.”

“And I guess that’s where we differ, boya. When I met her, and she showed me the future she could share with us.....I thought that anything would be worth giving for it. To me.....even though I couldn’t have it, myself.....to think I could help make the perfect world, to make up for the bad things I’ve done in my life.....I would never have thought of making amends, a hundred years ago. Even a year ago, I wouldn’t have.”

“Evangeline, y-”

The blonde cut her instructor off, “I would have killed everyone in the city with a smile on my face. Not a problem. I would have killed you, and I would have killed every last ditz in that circus you call a classroom. Easy as pie. All that I could see was the prize. Redemption, peace of mind, forgiveness. Whatever you want to call it.”

“You wouldn’t have done it, Evangeline, I know you wouldn’t have,” Negi stated, diverting his eyes to the side.

-

“Wh-What are they talking about? Kill us!?” Natsumi asked, staring at them from their position atop the gargantuan library. It had been probably the scariest event in her life, but she had hung on to Chachamaru while she flew to the top to spy on her master and Negi. Even now, she was trembling and looking down was enough to make her stomach drop into her bowels.
“Quiet now, dearest!” Masayoshi urged his sweetheart, as he was rather entangled in what they were saying, as well.

Chachamaru was pretty engrossed, herself. The little tracker ‘bug’ she had sent to gather their conversation was working splendidly, catching every word and transmitting it to her accordingly. She was running the conversation over her speakers loud enough for the other two to hear, translated from English to Japanese for their benefit.

-

“No, boya, I would have. If the old man hadn’t stopped me, I would have. Without a regret in the world. I’m glad he stopped me, though,” Evangeline admitted, her voice somber and low.

Negi was quiet, his mind racing at what she was going to say, though he feared he knew what was coming.

“After she died and the aura went away, and I was left bedridden and alone.....” Chachamaru felt a pang of what may very well have been guilt, “I had a lot of time to think about what happened, and what I was ready to do. The more I thought about it, the more I realized one thing.”

Negi wasn’t even breathing at this point, his hands were clenched tight beneath the table.

“I could wipe out everyone I know, use the worst kinds of magic to torture them until they couldn’t scream anymore before I kill them, and not give a second thought to it. That’s the kind of person I am. But as I thought about this, I realized that if I did kill everyone I know.....”

‘Don’t say it,’ Negi silently pled in his mind.

“That you’re the only one I would miss.”

Both were quiet for what felt like forever. They both understood very well what she had just said, and they both knew that now that it had been said, things couldn’t be like they used to be between them. She wasn’t ‘master’ anymore, and he wasn’t ‘boya’ anymore. Not to Evangeline, they weren’t. She couldn’t fall in love with a boy. Negi was more of a man than the countless adults she had met in her lifetime. Never again would she call him by that name.

“I thought it was because of who you were, who you resembled, but you’re nothing like your father was, and everything that’s happened between us over the last year has showed me that,” She reached over the small table to cup Negi’s cheek in her hand, “I’m in love with you.”

Negi couldn’t help but let the sad smile onto his face as he raised his hand to her own for a brief moment before standing up, turning his back to her, “I still don’t know what you want from me, Evangeline,” He muttered, not much above a whisper.

The addressed girl rose to her feet, taking a couple of steps to be almost directly behind the scarlet-haired boy, “I want you to love me, too.”

“You know I love you, I-”

“I don’t want you to love me like the other girls, Negi. I want you to tell me that you love me. Not because I’m in your class or I’m your responsibility. Because I’m me. That’s what I want from you.”

With a shuddering sigh, Negi shook his head sadly, not enough will in him to turn to face her when he said, “I don’t love you.”

Evangeline wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her face into his shirt, “Then lie to me. Tell me you do, just so I can hear it.....”

Taking a deep breath as he steeled himself to say what he knew he needed to say, what he should have said a long time ago, he opened his mouth just slightly, “She’s coming back.”

Rather suddenly, Evangeline started to sob onto the back of his shirt as she slowly slid down him to the ground, “I know.....I know she is.....”

Negi finally turned, focusing in on the sobbing Evangeline hard until he caught a glimpse of a black and purple aura encircling her, trapping her. “You’ve had the dream, again.....” He whispered weakly, understanding where her sudden epiphany had come from.

“What do I do, now?” The girl cried from the ground, tears pouring down her cheeks.

Negi dropped to his knees and pulled her into a hug, but could find no words to console her as the two sat there on the ground, holding each other.

-

Now, one must understand that Masayoshi, Natsumi, and Chachamaru were in a somewhat precarious situation. The bit of roof they had decided to perch themselves on was far from flat, and the tiles that it was comprised of weren’t exactly the grandest of footholds. This not only made spying a bit more difficult, but it also helped one to distinguish who was insane and who was sane. Only an insane person would willingly go on top of Library Island without some form of safety device. That having been clarified, it shouldn’t be hard to imagine that something would go awry.

“MAGIC!? What on earth are they talking about, Masa-kun?” Natsumi turned to gaze at Masayoshi, who returned her clueless expression with a nervous one of his own.

“I surely wouldn’t know, my love.....” He mumbled weakly, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face. He knew he most definitely looked like he was lying. He wasn’t the actor of the two, that was for sure.
Before Natsumi could say that her boyfriend DID look like he knew something, something that happened caused something in Chachamaru’s head to snap, and smoke started to spout from her right ear. A spurt of electricity lunged through her body, and she fell forward, hitting the roof and sliding over the edge of the building.

Natsumi opened her mouth and let out a shriek, but it didn’t get very far as Masayoshi slapped his hand over her mouth, pulling out his quill with his free hand. He sloppily wrote out a circle on one of the tiles, then smashed his fist onto the tile above it, sending the scrawled upon tile flipping up into the air. After catching it, he flung it over the side of the building after Chachamaru, praying to the gods that Negi and Evangeline were too preoccupied with one another to notice the flash of magic snagging the once falling Chachamaru, and pulling her back up onto the roof.

Natsumi watched this unfold with wide eyes, her mouth still covered by Masayoshi’s hand. The owner of the hand turned to look at her with a grim face, “I suppose we need to have a talk, dearest. But first, let’s get this one to the smart girl, shall we? .....Hm, I think I broke my pinky!”

-

As the night went by, Ku Fei learned many things about Koremitsu. She learned that he was a pervert, couldn’t go three sentences without making some kind of joke, couldn’t use chopsticks to save his life and found them better suited for pretending to be some sort of vampiric walrus, that he was immature, thought he was smarter than he really was, was sort of a prick, and was a blast to be with.

“.....And that’s when I realized that my pants were in the fridge, and I was covered in peanut butter from the waist down.”

“You kidding!”

“I’m dead serious. The lesson learned was never be the first one to fall asleep at a frat party. .....And then take their advice after they wake you up and ask a girl if she wanted a bite to eat. .....She didn’t think it was funny.”

Ku Fei took her time in laughing at the story, just about every negative thought gone from her mind, “You crazy! .....It was a good idea to come, thank you.”

Koremitsu nodded sagely as he stood up, “It’s always a good idea to come. It’s also good to come a lot, but this coming is about done, my Genji.”

Ku Fei stood up, as well, groaning, “Aw, is already time to go home?”

“Afraid so, my dear! I’ve got to be back at my place before eleven, after all.....” Koremitsu looked to the clock on the wall to find it read out 10:34. It was time to go.

“Your parents get mad?” The girl pondered aloud as she followed him to the door.

“My parents? Not at all. I live alone! I’m my own man!”

“Ooh, so cool!” Ku Fei grinned sarcastically, giving him some applause.

Koremitsu held the door open for her with a big grin, “Aren’t I just?” As she walked by him, his charming smile quickly turned to a grim scowl.

“So where you live?” The Chinese girl asked pleasantly, heading back towards the dorms.

“In the Eastern apartment complex in the city. I forget the name of it, actually.....” The boy replied in an equally pleasant tone from behind her.

“Hm, I not know that one,” Ku Fei stated, rubbing her chin as she slowed down as though that might help her think more clearly.

“It’s not really a big deal.....”

“You right. You come visit me sometimes, then?” She turned big hopeful eyes to her new friend, who shrugged, smiling wryly.

“Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

“Hey!”

Both turned to find a rather large man in a dark blue sweater stalking up to them, and he didn’t look particularly happy. What made the situation even nicer was that he had two large, even if a little smaller, thugs behind him.

“Empty your pockets and get the hell out of here!” The burly man commanded, only about ten feet away at this point, and still closing in.

“Actually,” Koremitsu piped up, “I think you should turn out your pockets and get the hell out of here before I kick your ass.”

Ku Fei wasn’t the brightest of people out there, but she was certainly not a blind idiot. She knew that Koremitsu was no match for such a big guy, especially after his abysmal performance, earlier. She moved the get in front of him, but he held out his arm and tapped her back.

“Come here!” The man pulled out a knife, threw patience to the wind, and charged at the two. The girl looked like she would be good for something other than pocket change, and that didn’t help his manners, at all.

“Wait!” Ku Fei shouted as Koremitsu jumped forward to meet the much larger man.
What happened next was more than just a surprise. It was an outright shock. Koremitsu pulled his balled up hand back mid dash and swung his fist straight up into the charging man’s face, hitting him so hard blood exploded from his nose as it crunched back into his skull. The thug did a back flip, flying forward to land on his stomach right in front of Ku Fei. The knife he had once held shot out of his hand, but was caught by the boy before it got anywhere. He flung it at one of the two men, catching him by surprise and sticking him in the knee. The man tried to shout, but was silenced when the boy rushed in, lunging at him with a vicious spinning kick to the face. Blood spattered from his broken jaw as he spun up into the air and down to the ground. The last man tried to grab a hold of the kamikaze teen, but was paralyzed by a bone-crunching jab to the throat, followed by a kick to the stomach that nearly broke him in two.

None of the three men made a sound as Koremitsu looked at the blood on his hand with a raised eyebrow, “Aw, great. I’d better not catch a disease or I’m gonna be pissed.”

Before he could estimate how many STDs the thug had, Ku Fei had jumped him, arms thrown around him in happiness, “I thought you a weakling! How you do that!?”

“I guess you’re just a good influence, Genji! Being with you has made me stronger, and you haven’t even taught me anything, yet!” Koremitsu laughed, returning her hug with his one not bloody hand.

“I definitely see you again!” Ku Fei promised, “Come see me tomorrow at dojo, I train you! You know where?”

“I’m sure I can find it! I’ll see you there once school lets out, love. But I really need to get home, now, so I’ll bid you a good night, now.....” He eased out of her embrace, taking her hand and giving it a kiss, “Until tomorrow, then.”

Ku Fei watched him go, smiling to herself the whole time. She certainly had someone to mention to Kaede, now.

-

Koremitsu wiped the blood off of his hand on the back of his pants, then stuck both hands into his pockets as he slowly made his way back home in the dark, a dull look in his eyes. He was having a hard time believing that Ku Fei had been so unquestioning about him, at all. He certainly wasn’t about to complain about it, but that still didn’t make it easy to believe. Maybe all Japanese girls were naturally trusting, he didn’t know.

He made his way up the complex stairs to his apartment, then stuck a key into the lock and turned it. He opened the door, greeted by a familiar voice, “So how did it go?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Koremitsu replied, slamming the door shut behind him.


-----Author’s other note: Kick freaking ass. I seriously finished a chapter. Thanks to a certain promise I made with my brother, things should start happening better (Quicker), now. No promises, though, because I tend to break them. Thanks to Eternal-Longing, The Ansem Man, and Azureshot for bearing with me all the time. This chapter is mostly due to their patience and support. Thanks, guys. Thanks for reading.....-----