Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Honeysuckles and Moonlight Shreds ❯ From Weird Music to Compassion ( Chapter 2 )

Author's note: I did it! I had promised to myself to give you guys one last chapter before school would start (which is tomorrow o_o). I'm pretty proud of myself. Lets hope that lil' me will find enough time to write another one. I got my college schedule a few days ago. Fine Arts if a pretty heavy program. I've gotten myself in something really big. It's far from what we are used to in high school Maybe they should have prepared us in our last year for something this big. 2 to 3 hours class… it's kinda scary! Gives me a whole 25 hours of school through the week, and I'm not speaking of homework, art projects and studies… sigh. Lest to say that this lil' ones going to work hard this year. But I can't wait to start! Now, if only I could get a job to rounded the months so I can free my mind and pay the bills, I will be in heaven… a hard working heaven but heaven still. ^-^ Wish me luck, I'm starting tomorrow at 8:30!

Disclaimers: No ownership whatsoever upon Rurouni Kenshin. This piece of fiction is written for the readers and my own entertainment. The song Lithium is property of Nirvana, I have no rights on the lyrics (as if I could write something as random as this.)

Warnings: Maybe a little craziness. I couldn't help myself.

Honeysuckles and Moonlight Shreds

By Evil Karyta

Chapter Two: From Weird Music to Compassion

Sunday was usually a depressing day to Kamiya Kaoru. Nothing interesting ever happened on Sundays. It was as boring as watching your fingernails grow. Usually, when she was back at Tokyo that is, she would spend those day of utter boredom with Misao and Soujirou roaming over their strange collection of music that most people their age would not even think of listening to. Between games soundtracks, old rock, J-pop and last century compositors, they would plan the next Saturday, wishing the first day of the week gone swiftly. Today, though, she was alone, her dear friends miles away and most likely doing more pleasant things than sitting around in their room trying to figure out just what to do with too much spare time and no one the spend it with.

Pacing the floor, shifting through a few CD she had in hand, she tried to choose something that would be blatantly clashing with her mood. In simple words, she was brooding and wished to hear some insanity before she would fall into lunacy herself. She shoved her Arc-en-Ciel CD on her messed up bed -- she had not cared to make it when she woke up feeling utterly weary of such things -- Kaoru was just not in the mood for J-pop. She caught in the corner of her blue eyes a very old CD of American alternative that she had forgotten about. She remembered, with a sad smile, Misao giving it to her, the very energetic girl saying that this group 'rocked like hell'. Of course, she had been right about it, as usually. Somehow, the green-eyed girl had a sixth sense when it came to musical things.

Flipping the plastic case open, Kaoru pulled the CD out and trust it into the player, pushing the volume as high as she could and not disturb the neighbors. Feeling like listening to one song in particular, she shifted through the tracks until a strange but melodious guitar started playing soon followed by the rasp, rough voice of the singer. She smiled at the very unique lyrics, wondering just how he came up with such weird and yet wonderful words. Caught up in the enticing beat, she sang along, her voice much softer that that of the singer, making it the most unusual duo ever known to the world.

"I'm so happy, 'cause today I found my friends, they're in my head… I'm so ugly, that's OK 'cause so are you, you broke our mirrors… Sunday moments, and everyday for all I care, and I'm not scared. Light my candles, in a daze 'cause I found god… Yeeaaah heeeyy…"

As the music continued, she took her brush and jumped on her bed as if staring on a stage, dancing the best she could on a music that was not meant to be dance on, having the time of her life -- well, a good time at least. She laughed at the absurd lyrics she sang, her English accent broken by her Japanese tongue, but clearly understanding what she said although not sure her aunts would.

"I'm so lonely, but that's OK, I've shaved my head, and I'm not sad… And just maybe, I'm to blame for all I've heard, but I'm not sure. I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there, but I don't care… I'm so horny…"

She was cut short in her glee by her door being forcefully opened and Sae's ever smiling face appeared in the gape, startling the singing girl. Sae's face turned red upon hearing the word her niece had had just shout. Of all the few words of English the woman new, she had to enter Kaoru's room while she was singing at the top of her lungs the word 'horny'. The word 'Embarrassed' was an understatement of what the poor high-schooler felt at the moment while her hunt's slits of eyes glared at her -- well, the closer to a glare that she could manage -- making Kaoru take a few steps backwards and tripping over the heavy comforter that had tangled around her bare feet. With a high-pitched yelp, the girl feel over the bed, hitting her head on the close by wall, only her feet remained on the disheveled bed.

"What kind of music is that?" said the woman in a tone of reproach, speaking to the girl's wiggling feet.

"Nirvana…" said the feet between moans of pain.

"And they let young girls buy those kind of… songs?"

"It's just music, Aunt Sae," groaned Kaoru, her head popping up on the bed's edge to stare at the woman. "You could have at least knocked…" she wined after a second of uncomfortable mute.

"I'm sorry, but someone's here to see you."

"Oh…" she blinked a few times and then clumsily gathered herself up.

Still in her pink teddy bear boxers and purple Hello Kitty tank top, and not really thinking about it either, she walked to the door without much of a care of her state of half dress. Her bedroom door left ajar, the last tones of 'I like it, I'm not gonna crack…' resounding quite awkwardly. A careless smile adorned her face as she trotted to the waiting person, wandering just who could be there to see here when her circle of friend were close to non-existent -- non-existent at all would be more accurate. She stopped dead in her track when she noticed vibrant scarlet hair framing a set of lavender eyes that stared at her in outmost shock.

"Miss Kaoru…. Hum.. you forgot this in the car yesterday…" said a very uneasy Kenshin upon the discovery of his student in a very small and revealing outfit -- and lets not forget very cute.

"Um… thank you… K.. Kenshin…"

Least to say that the blush that covered her otherwise pale face could have rivaled the brightness of her teacher's long flaming hairs. Kaoru took the offered pencil, it was a very childish but lovely Hamtaro blue pen that Misao had given her the previous year saying that it went along with (start quotation) 'that kiddy stuff you show off' (end quotation). In all, her collection of child's cartoon products included her Hello Kitty tank top, a fluffy pare of Mokona slippers, the Samurai Pizza Cats lunch box, a Candy Candy blanket, a Moogle watch and that Hamtaro pencil, and of course, she had tones of stuffed toys of different anime characters starting from Sailor Moon to Ah My Goddess -- err, well if you recite your alphabet backward it would start that way. She was not really an anime fan, she just had that weird collection of anime stuff. Many of those, though, had been given away or lost when she was still a kid.

Wriggling her toes uncomfortably, she adverted her eyes from his face, trying to hid, to her best capability, the red of her cheeks. Unknown to her, Kenshin felt just as uneasy at her state of clothing. If to see her drenched on the first day of school was unusual, least to say that Kaoru in her nightwear was even stranger. With an incredible turn of fate, fortunate or not, Sae padded her way to the awkward pare who just stood there in stun silence, her ever-pleasant face turning from her niece to the charming stranger.

"Don't just stand there, Kaoru. Why don't you invite you're friend in?"

"Err… Aunt Sae…" the unfortunate teenager started pleading, but of course, the woman would not hear it.

"Please, follow me to the kitchen. I'm so happy to see that my niece finally made some friend. I was starting to think that she had fallen into an anti social phase…"

"Aun… Aunt Sae!" wined Kaoru.

But she was deaf to any sort of protest the younger girl could utter. Sizing the very confused Kenshin by the arm, she led him to the kitchen, babbling all the way in a constant flow of none-sense. Quite reluctantly, the girl followed, cursing Sundays more than she ever did before, all the while trying to reason the cheerful woman to hear her out, but to no avail.

"So.. you are one of Kaoru's classmate?" she asked once he was sited, handing him a glass of water he didn't even requested.

"No I'm…" but he were cut short in his refutation.

"Kaoru used to have many friends. Her father would tell us, my sister Tae and I, of those clubs and groups she would participate in. He was very proud of her, his little princess," confessed Sae with a far away look of found remembrance on her perpetually smiling face.

"Oh… I didn't know that. What kind of clubs?" Kenshin asked suddenly very interested for some mysterious reason Kaoru was not sure she was willing to know.

"Um… She was in the school journal, she used to take care of the reader's column and the art and culture section, weren't you honey?" not even acknowledging the small nod of the girl, she kept going. "She is a very good writer you know. She won many prices. Her poetry is exceptionally good. I'm surprise she had not talked about it with you. Maybe it was out of modesty, our little Kaoru is very quiet about her incredible achievement. Still, her friends in Tokyo used to pushed her into it and support her all the way."

Kaoru groaned, not sure she was willing for her aunt to tell her life in detail like this to her Writing teacher. Actually, she was not comfortable with it at all, she decided when Kenshin stunning lavender gaze turned to her. She was too preoccupied in her self-loathing, though, to see the surprised appreciation that glowed in those incredible irises. This strange girl was, indeed, very surprising to him. Whenever they would meet, a new part of her personality would appear to him, and it was not displeasing at all.

"She was part of the Kendo club too. She used to teach some of her father's style to the younger students and was adjutant master in the dojo. She surprised many with her skills in the Tokyo schools tournament two year ago by winning second place. I still believe she was better than her opponent, Tae says that it should have been a draw. I say the judge were corrupted, don't you agree Kaoru?"

Said girl was about to protest but Sae would not let her utter so much as a word, too warped up in her praise to her young niece that she was. Kaoru, defeated, only stood there, playing with her fingers, looking at the floating wood that was the dinner room's flooring. How she hated it when her aunt would speak so wildly of her pass achievement and she had nothing to say. Correction, would not be allowed to say anything.

"Last year, she tried the art club. I think she did fairly well, but she wouldn't let me say it. She says that her friend Misao is much better an artist than her. You know how friends are. Still, we are very proud of her."

"I think that's enough, Aunt Sae…" pleaded the ill-fated girl.

The teacher only listened, apparently drinking in each words that would flow out of the woman's mouth in an incessant flow leaving no room to any sort of answer, acknowledgement or voiced nodding. Kaoru, growing more embarrassed by the second, her face having excided by far the brightness of Kenshin's long strands, tried desperately to change the subject or at least tell her exasperating aunt that she was not talking to a friend of hers, but her teacher. Too much information, thought the girl gripping the ledge of a chair for support when, to her utter dismay, Sae had start to describe her niece's first attempts at cooking. Now, how the conversation turned from her previous social life to her lamentable cooking skills, she did not know.

"Really, I don't understand why everything she does taste so bad. While the rest of the family was famous for the food, she could burn water…"

"That's enough!" exclaimed a fuming, red-faced Kaoru.

Steam would have erupted from her ears if such things were possible such her anger and humiliation were grand. Sae stopped dead in her random babbling, staring at the girl with confusion all over her cheerful face, not even starting to understand Kaoru's outburst.

"Aunt Sae… This is my Writing teacher M. Himura Kenshin…" she said stressing the word teacher quite clearly.

"Really?" the turning to stare at the redhead. "Aren't you a bit young to be a teacher?"

"Err…" for the first time able to say something, Kenshin was quite at lost for words. "I'm 28…"

"What!? But…"

"Please, just let him go. I'm sure M. Himura has better things to do than hear about… my life." Once again, Kaoru's talking was not heard, Sae lost in yet another fit of talking and questioning.

"How long have you been teaching M. Himura?" at least this time she would listen to the answer.

"It's been nearly five years. I was lucky to get the job just as soon as I got out of university. You see, my Uncle is friend with Kiyoto High's principal," explained the teacher after taking a sip of his water glass.

"Really? Do you enjoy teaching? I once wanted to become one myself, but it seem that studies were not the thing for me. My twin sister, Tae, and I have a restaurant, the Shirobeko. Let me tell you that it's time eating…" suddenly, the ever-smiling woman stared at Kenshin with an expression that made him gulp unconsciously. "Don't have much time for other things, if you know what I mean," she continued earning herself a dirty look from her niece, which she blatantly ignored.

"Um…" said a very uncomfortable Kenshin, giving her something that somewhat resembled a smile that mixed worry, fright and unease all at once - other wise called the Rurouni Smile… but this description does not fit this story…

"Is teaching just as time consuming?" asked Sae.

"We have about the same schedule as the students…" he exclaimed shifting on his seat as the woman's face got closer - and if such thing were possible, a huge sweat drop would have appeared behind his brightly colored head.

Kaoru could not believe what she was seeing… and hearing. Mere moments before, her aunt thought the teacher to be her friend, then realizing this was not the case, her course of babbling changed to more casual things, and now she was, at least to the teenager's point of view, openly trying to seduce him. Shaking her head and sighing loudly, the young girl thought quite heatedly that her family, well what was left of it, has some connection in the head that needed some check up. She was used to her aunt's strange behavior, but it seemed that this time Sae had managed to loose a few bolts in her brain. She only wished insanity were not hereditary.

"Say… are you married?" that was a very bold, very personal and very embarrassing question to ask.

"Oro… yes…" he blurred out looking more confused than anything else.

Kaoru face faulted, an embarrassed blush covering her face. Recovering, she glared daggers at her aunt. Could she not just shut her talking trap for once, thought the young woman. Now, she would have trouble looking at her teacher on Monday. Too much information of your educator's life was just as awkward as him having too much on you. The girl moaned in utter helplessness, wondering how could her life become a greater mess. Just as she thought that particular statement, the front door busted open and a woman, very much alike Sae, entered with a smile just as wide. Maybe Kaoru should not have asked this, even if it was only to herself. Her face burned under the scarlet that covered it.

Now, she was sure of it. Sundays were curse to her, just as Mondays were to Garfield. She would not be surprised if a cream pie would 'splut' her on the face, or the overweighed, lasagna eating cat would pop out of nowhere thinking some strange and funny things for everyone to hear -- if hearing the thoughts of a orange cat was a possible thing. Groaning in mental pain, feeling the wake of a headache, she pinched the bridge of her nose, willing herself far, far away from this madness.

"Tae!" exclaimed Sae upon the arriving of her twin. "Kaoru-chan's teacher came to pay us a visited…" she stopped for a second in silent wondering and than turned toward the red head. "Why did you come here anyway, M. Himura?"

"Miss Kaoru forgot her pencil in the car yesterday," he told them.

"Oh… What was she doing in you're care?" the sound of reproached filled her voice as she stared back at him.

"I drove her back home after her detention…" now he was really uncomfortable.

"You did just that?" Kaoru did not like the suspiciousness that lingered in her tone of voice.

"Oro!?"

Tae just stared at the trio, dumbfound. Kaoru was fidgeting, still in her pajamas, the red-haired man shifting uncomfortably on his stool, a very confused expression on his handsome face, and Sae was staring accusingly at him. Could she not leave the house without finding it in such a mess when she returned?

"I don't think I understand what's going on here…" uttered the new comer.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," said Kaoru with pleading eyes.

"Well… I think I'll be leaving now.. My wife came back two days ago and… I would like to see her before she leaves again…" the last part was a lie, but everything was fare when one wished to leave such a dement place unscathed.

Kaoru's spirit soared. It was not that she disliked the longhaired teacher. Come to think of it, he was the best teacher in that hateful school of hers. But having him here, in her house, was becoming quite a mess. Add to it the tension Sae had just put on them with her strange questions and constant talking, a bit of quiet was as welcome as bed to an exhausted traveler.

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Kenshin drove back to his house, his head throbbing. He had seen crazy women in his life, but none of them came close to Sae. He had been very surprised. Kaoru was a tad bit strange, he thought that her family would go accordingly with her but this… madness was not, and by far, what he had envisioned. The teacher was waiting at an intersection, observing the signalization lights with an absent mind. What was he expecting anyway? Why had he come to her house in the first place when he knew he could have just gave her the pencil Monday morning? Maybe he was curious. Must have been, there were no other coherent reason to him.

Recalling the last day's and morning events, he tried to figure things out. When the five hours of the girl's detention were over, he asked if she would mind if he drove her back to her house. He did not know why he asked, nor was he sure why she accepted, she just did and they were off. While steering the car through the traffic of a Saturday afternoon, she wrote down some notes, answering some of his question, but kept silent most of the time, simply starring out the window at the landscape in motion. They reached the building. It was old, in the outskirt of town, near the not so recommended neighborhoods of Kyoto where he once lived. Reassembling her things, the kid pencil slid out of the bag as she shoved it on her back, muttering a 'Thank you' and disappearing in the building.

Kenshin had only noticed the pen when he slid out of his car once he reached his house. Taking it in hand, he stared at the round, fuzzy animal that smiled at him blindly and he returned it. He was still staring at the writing tool when he entered and Tomoe had arched an eyebrow at his behavior. He had simply shaken his head and set of to the kitchen, feeling hungry. His wife only returned to what she was doing, not giving him more than a look.

There was a loud noise and Kenshin was not so gently driven out of his momentary unawareness. While he had been so deep in thought, the light had turn to green and the car behind, or the driver at least, had grown impatient and hit the honk, startling the teacher. The rest of his journey back home was uneventful, same landscape, same neighborhood, dreadfully depressing. The radio playing some old American song, sad and leering. Strange how he had not realized he had turned it on.

Kenshin pulled the car in the driveway, stopping the engine in a mechanical way, slid out and closing the door, which he had previously locked. The click of the door as it connected with the closing devise, and marching to the house, staring in space. He slid the key in the whole, unlocking the door. The living room as silent as expected. He knew better than to get an heartfelt greeting upon his arrival. Tomoe sat at the dining table, reading the paper, her coal-like eyes, emotionless and dull, swiftly reading through the headlines, not really caring about what she read. He sometimes wondered why she bothered buying the thing when all she did was stare blankly at it.

Dropping his keys in the pot on the secretary that rested in a gap between the dining room and leaving room, Kenshin strolled to the kitchen more out of habit than anything else. Most people, when returning home, went straight to the refrigerator to open it for some unknown reason and close it soon after, the young Writing teacher were one of those. He felt his wife's distant glance on his back but paid no mind. Heavy silence was a routine when Tomoe was home. He had once tried to probe into her mind, tried to make her happy, maybe she just was not a person who sought happiness.

Sighing, the redhead skipped to his study, closing the door behind him. He could not bare to stay in the same room as her anymore. The weight of helplessness and maybe guilt was too much, he could not face her. He would spend the rest of the day there, waiting dusk to come and Monday's sun to rise. Through the night, he would share a cold bed with a cold woman. When had such a promising future turned into such deep nightmare.

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A month had passed since the ordeal of the fated Saturday detention and Kenshin's awkward meeting with his new student's colorful aunts. May was pointing along with the fragrance of summer. Nights were still chilly, but rain no longer befell upon Kyoto as frequently as it had during the last month. Students were growing restless, the promise of Summer holyday lingering in the air like an electrifying perfume of freedom. The 'Soaked Through' episode has elapsed and Kaoru could finally enjoy some solitude devoid of teasing of any kind. True, some fellow students would still point her way, but in all, it was done and over with, much to the teenager's relief.

Sitting at her usual desk near the window where she could extract most of her inspiration, the black haired girl was rereading her last writing assignment. It seemed that her teacher shared her passion for poetry -- much to the rest of the class dismay -- and had taken upon himself to fill their young mind with the best writers and authors of Japan and other counties. She was grateful for this, considering that at the moment, her mind was so closed to anything new -- including friends -- and that she could not afford seeing her grades drop.

The bell signaling the student that the class was over did not reached Kaoru's ears, however loud the said school equipment is, so caught up in her work that she was. The class was swiftly emptied, but still she sat at her place, oblivious to the change in her surroundings electing wonders in her teacher's mind. Walking to the only occupied desk left in the class, Kenshin stood there for several minute willing the girl to notice him, but she was, at the time, searching through her dictionary, and not aware of anything else but the writing she were reading.

"Um… Miss Kamiya. The class is over and if you don't hurry, you'll be late for the next one," he informed her, startling her in the process.

"What?"

Looking up, a head reaching for her rapidly pacing heart, her blue eyes met his violet ones. He smiled at her pleasingly and she looked around realizing for the first time that she were, indeed, the only person left in class beside the teacher.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Himura," was her lame apologize, red covering her cheeks.

"It's alright. Would you mind giving me your text?"

"Why?"

Yet another smile. "I need your copy so I can correct it. Unless you are planning on getting an incomplete report."

"Oh…" was all she said.

Getting up and gathering her personal items before shoving the whole rather unceremoniously into her back pack, she blushed once more and gave him the poem she had been working on throughout the class. Kenshin swiftly turned his attention to the paper, reading it over once before staring blankly at it while the girl marched toward the exit. She were about to leave when she heard him, voice barely above a whisper but clear to her considering the lack of noise in the room.

"This is… beautiful."

Stopping dead in her retreat, she turned a inquisitive stare toward her educator who's eyes were still glue to the piece of poetry she had handed him. Silence lingered, making Kaoru quite uncomfortable before he noticed she were still there. Reading the question on her face, the young crimson haired teacher pointed at her work before explaining himself.

"You are very talented, Miss Kamiya. Although I had never doubt your abilities, I must confess that you never cease to surprise me," he explained.

"I…"

"It's only a shame that you do not exploit your talent further more. Tell me, how many contest have you participated in?" he suddenly asked.

"Contests? I…" her face has became hot and she were wondering so much embarrassment were healthy. "Only two."

"Really?" he pushed.

"They were… school contests… and it was because one of my friend registered me without asking," Kaoru's temper were rising as she remembered Misao lack of tact. The girl had gotten herself quite a hearing after Kaoru had heard about it.

"Miss Kaoru," he started not realizing he had dropped the proper way of teacher/student talking. "There is a national poetry contest going on and I have been mandated to choose one student to participate in for this school," he saw the hesitation darken her features. "Just think about it and give me your answer to my proposition."

Kaoru nodded, shifting the weight of her school bag over her shoulders before turning her back to him and cross the door to be lost in the mar of excited youth chatting and running along the corridors toward their next class. Kenshin stood where he where, returning his soft gaze to the paper he had been reading.

Solace

Lone upon this world

One's spirit comes to silent wonders

Reminiscence of the mind hurled

Whilst the soul alone suffers

No hand to grasp

No comfort to gain

Their words echoing rasp

The lingering one cannot escape pain

Confusion darkens one's vision

Lost within torments and brooding

When there is no salvation

And no sight of the ending

One stumbles still

Their journey endless

Nothing can weaken one's will

For resolute mind lies deepest

However alone and in need

One day will find the friend

To offer the remedy to the ill

And comfort shall in the end

Overpowering the darkness

With smiles and soothe

Bring the wanderer to rest

Make the unease come loose

And there will be no more throbs

Only warmth will remain

And their will be no down thumbs

Solace will be attain

It would be a shame for her not to share her immense talent to the world.

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To be continued………

a/n: I've got some rambling to do before I let you review. A few points that I would like to make clearer so you can better understand this story and what pushes me to write it along with some personal point of view over certain matters.

There will be a few musical reference throughout this story. I'm a fan of old rock and anything musical for the matter and believes that such things help to define the personality of a character along with building some background to a situation (humor, angst, drama, confusion, and such). I will give you the title and the name of the artist who sing and plays those song so those of you who shares my passion for music can also hear what had inspired me. I decided to use Tae and Sae as Kaoru's caretakers. They are her mother's sisters. The fact that I did not used the Shirobeko instead of Akkabeko has a very good reason. The Akkabeko's building is located in Tokyo while this story takes place in Kyoto, thus why they own the Shirobeko. Simple isn't it? I am not a fervent partisan of character bashing. I believe it to be very rude for the creator of such character and also to their fans. True, I did enjoyed a few bashing fan fiction a while ago (Yamucha and Aris for the naming) but have realized how wrong I've been. Each characters has their purpose for a story, even those that we would dislike. Although I may sound as if I'm bashing Tomoe, I do not. I'm merely writing an opinion over her personality. If I had offended anyone while writing about her, I humbly offer you my most sincere apologies. I'm just trying to keep everyone in character, however, by not being their creator, I can't help but misinterpret sometimes. Kenshin and Tomoe's relationship must sound very awkward to some of you. I wish here to explain my rezoning over their predicament. To me, Tomoe had come to Kenshin's life when he had most needed it. Whilst he had been needing someone to share his feelings about the war (and I'm not talking about point of view or opinions) she had fit perfectly fine. But in this alternated universe, Kenshin never went to any kind of war and Tomoe's cold personality just doesn't fits with Kenshin's warmer side. I also believes that if Tomoe never died stayed with him, their relationship would have, somehow, turned the way I'm describing it in this. If you don't agree, well tell me, but this won't change my point of view. But I'm always open to different opinions, this is what makes our world so interesting!

Now with KARYTA'S PERSONAL THANKING TO HER LOVELY REVIEWERS

s_midnite: I can't help for the dialogs. But I'll try and keep your comment in mind. This chapter does have more dialogs. For the spelling and grammar, that too can't be help. I'm trying hard, I swear I do, but I'm not a native English speaker and learned the language only ressently (5 years ago actually). But I must say that I improved. Thank you for thinking it to be so creative. I'm trying to keep this out of the ordinary. And I'm glad you enjoyed this even though they're so many flaws.

ToHeLlWiThThENiCkS: Too wordy? Well, I'm sorry, but it's the way I write. But I'll try and write more dialogs when they are needed.

Kithkin: You make me think of one of my friend who hates anything that is too… um… unusual and not moral. While, on the contrary, I enjoy everything that fits that description. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

SK: Ah, finally someone who likes my long descriptions. Honestly, I like a good description too, it gives more life to a story. Really, when there's not enough description, you can't see what happens as clearly as you would wish. I write the way I want to read a story. Thank you for your review!

Thank you for your reviews and critics. I don't know what I would do without you guys! I'll see you next chapter, don't forget to leave me a review!!!