"I can't believe it!" Mikan shouted, her arms wide open." My friends are all superstars and no one ever bothered to tell me!"

Sumire was wide-eyed. Kokoro laughed. Kitsuneme guffawed. Mochu nearly choked on his hot cocoa (with extra marshmallows). Ruka sat, his mouth hanging open. Natsume snorted. Hotaru stared.

"So?" Mikan asked, walking into the front of the classroom, both her hands on her hips. Her face had not a sign of sarcasm or of humor. She was dead-serious. She was dead-serious about her friends being superstars. She was dead-serious of all her friends being superstars and not telling her.

And she didn't look ecstastic--or anywhere near happy.

"So what?" Hotaru decided to answer, her face as blank as ever.

Everyone stared. Mikan gasped, horrified that no one knew what they had done wrong.

"SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELFS??" Mikan shouted, angry at everyone, unaware of her grammar correction

Sumire stared. Kokoro munched on a brownie. Kitsuneme grabbed the brownie from Koko. Mochu levitated the brownie to the air and ate it. Ruka sat, his mouth hanging open. Natsume snorted. Hotaru stared.

"OH, give me that brownie!!" Mikan shouted.

"Can't." Koko said. "All out."

Kitsuneme snickered.

"Mikan," Sumire started, finally." We are not superstars. Whoever told you a ridiculous idea like that? Well, sure, I could be one, but look at these guys," She said, pointing at Koko and Kitsuneme, who had chocolate mustaches. "They are the least bit superstar material."

"But-but--but..." Mikan said, feeling every ounce of confidence melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

"Polka," Natsume said, pulling her out of the room. "We need to talk."

Kitsuneme and Koko snickered as Natsume led his girlfriend out of the classroom. Hotaru ignored everything and proceeded on with her latest invention. Ruka sat, his mouth hanging open.

"What had just happened?" Ruka asked.

"Kitsu stole my brownie!" Koko said.

"Mochu stole the brownie I stole from Koko!" Kitsuneme complained.

"I ate a brownie. It was delicious, man." Mochu said, chuckling.

And this is The End. Yay <3

It was Angela-onee-chan's birthday last November 23 and I am a bad sister to forget. Well, actually, I never really, um, knew, and that makes it much more worse! So, I present to you a poem, which I made just now and which really sucks. XD

My onee-chan on FB :3

I have found some neat websites lately.

• One of them is fodey. In Fodey, I have made this:

Awesome, isn't it? Well, that's not the only thing you can do at Fodey. There, you can make fake newspapers, talking sunflowers and tons more awesome things!

• Then, there's also Where the Map Ends where you can find tons of stuff to help you in writing. It explains things really good and even includes a free software where you can make your own world!
• Here's an interesting one for people who don't want their names all over the Internet: The Writer's Den. Here, you can make a fake writer profile with a working fake e-mail! There's also tons of other stuff, like writing tips, location generators, exercises and character names.
• This one may look for kids, but is actually pretty fun to do. In Story Starters, you can "Spin the Wheel" for random writing ideas. You can do them for fun or take it seriously.
• Are you one for fantasies? Go to Proppian Fairy Generator right away if you are!
• In The Story Generator, you can randomly generate character and plots. This can be a lot of help when you're stuck with an idea, but don't know how to proceed.
• Also, one of my favorites is Seventh Sanctum where there are lots and lots of generators. There are prompt generators, name generators, writing generators and lots more I haven't tried out yet!

I have discovered Seventh Sanctum and am very eager to get started on the prompts given to me. This is just for fun, but who knows? Maybe it will turn into a good one!

Prompts: 

• The story is set during a police investigation. The story takes place in the early evening. The story must have a gladiator at the beginning. The story must involve a bag in it.
• A character pretends to be someone else. A character is antisocial throughout most of the story. During the story, a character loses something.

IT'S KAIRU'S BIRTHDAY TODAAAAY~ I made her a gift during Math while our teacher was scribbling on the blackboard about dividing polynomials. It's a nice gift. I think.

Because I am suffering a severe case of Writer's Block, I shall post random drabbles I made up during Math, History or English. Don't worry, I love English, but I can't bear the grammar mistakes my teacher makes (Is she even a qualified English teacher? I don't think so)

So let the Drabbling begin! YAAAY~


What does "to have more care for life" mean? Does it mean that you have to take things more seriously? or does that mean you should care about the events around you more? Or maybe it means that you aren't putting enough effort into everything you do..?

There are lots of faults about me; I, myself, know that. I'm not smart enough, not industrious enough and head-to-toe lazy. I've had lots of experience wherein a friend decides to give me some "helpful advice" about my attitude. It took some really seriously and some, I ignored really seriously. Life is very fun--I, of all people, know that; I've experienced the fun life has. And it has much more to offer.

--End of First Drabble--

A/n: This second drabble is one that I may proofread, edit and post in Fanfiction.net someday. It is about Sumire Shouda and Kokoro Yome.

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Bianca came over to my house and we played and bought food and ate it and played and did not do what we were supposed to be doing--preparing our presentation for school. Oh well.

It was fun. That's all. :)

I have been taking Beta-reader tests from this site called Perfect Imagination.  This is the fourth time I'm going to take this test and I really hope I'll be able to join. First time, I got a 43 percent and it was not enough  for me to become a beta-reader. On the second time, I failed again. On the third time, my e-mail was somehow not submitted and I thus, have to take another one.

I admit I am not very observant and hardly notice little mistakes, but I am very constant in detecting "The Homonym Mistake" as I call it. It is where a homonym of the intended word is used instead of it.
Example of the Homonym Mistake
This movie is to scary for me.

The 'to' there should be 'too.'

I always read stories of amateur writers and I tell you, most of them have 75 percent wrong grammar. It's frustrating sometimes, but I have gone used to it and, even though it still annoys me some times, I can tolerate it more peacefully now. I also sometimes give advice to these writers.

But there are some amateur writers that are strikingly good and I admire them. My first story in Fanfiction.net was very bad and I am very glad I have deleted it. I think it is in this blog though. Some of these have been my friends and I salute them all. I have met a girl my age and her stories are really good, unlike mine.

But I am still proud of my stories. I was always, always am, and always be, proud of them. :)))

November 18, 2011 Legacy Stats. Fanfiction.net Sakura Keiko

Keiko: First and foremost, I got the idea of drawing in Ms Paint from a hilarious blog. So, yes, this post will consist of drawings I made in Ms Paint (They fail; Sorry)  and pictures. :)))

At school, I sit beside two boys, since we have this rule or something that we have to sit beside people with opposite gender.
And I have to deal with the two boys beside me all the time, because they're so noisy and I can't understand what the teacher says with their noise. They keep talking about War Games and stuff and I honestly cannot understand them (though I play Command & Conquer and WarCraft)

They're always getting scolded and to be honest, a girl could get tired of hearing too much sermons. And as if it wasn't worse, the guy behind me started talking to them too. I hate listening to them talk noisily about things I have no idea about--not that I want to join in on their conversation.

At least the guy on my right isn't that bad. He actually listens to the teacher and when his friends aren't bugging him, he reads a book. Oh, and he constantly asks me things too, like "I wonder why the Point of Views in this book keep changing."

And I let him critic some of my stories too.

Anyway, boys aren't always immature. They can act mature if they want to too. For example, a guy can ace tests if they just study. Our valedictorian was a boy and he is mature. He gets high scores on almost all the exams, is our class president, is burdened with a lot of responsibilities because he is class president, is the most trusted student by teachers, is leader on most groups, is part of our school newspaper, and many more. And he still has time for study after all that.

I'm surprised he isn't collapsing everywhere, because I always fall asleep during Math and I am not class president, I am not trusted by some teachers, I am seldom elected leader, etc.

Valedictorian (Left) Me (Right) ^At least my world is colorful

I know a number of boys that can be mature if they want to and immature when they don't.

Okay, I'm done. Let's eat cookies now.

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2682567/Sakura_Keiko <--Visit my profile on Fanfiction.net onegai?

My story, Coming Back, now contains one chapter and a prologue. (Yes, I admit that I am slow) I have actually finished Chapter Two, but it still needs to be edited for it was written during Math and History at school and I don't think I did a good job on it.

I liked the idea at first, but now I'm starting to have doubts. Maybe I shouldn't have read it after all, because if I read my own stories, I get depressed and stuff. LOL XD I also sometimes laugh at my own work, too even if they aren't the least bit funny.

I AM SO HAPPY THAT I AM ON THE VERGE OF CRYING!!!!!!! 


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I posted a poem about the same topic on August, but now I decided to make my own.

A/n: It has been a long time since I've started this story, so I might as well finish it. Read part one here.

'I really hate English,' Yuki thought as he came out of the classroom, test paper in hand. He had got an 89 and for him, 89 was a low grade.

'I had 92 in Literature, 95 in Maths, and even higher in the other subjects, but this...' Yuki contemplated, obviously angry, '...this is an embarrassment.'


Yuki shook his head as he tried to get the thought out of his mind and proceeded to the Student Council Room. There, Kimi, Machi and Kakeru were already there.

Kimi greeted, "Ah~! President, good afteroon! Sakuragi-kun is absent today--and we have a lot of work to do! Do you think we can do it?"
Kakeru butted in, "Of course we can! We have Yuki with us!"
"Oh~" Kimi replied, "So, are we going to give all the work to President?"
"Hey!" Kakeru exclaimed. "That sounds like a good idea!"

Yuki muttered, "Irresponsible..."

Machi continued on whatever she was doing and didn't even acknowledge Yuki's presence. But since he was used to it, it was okay.

"Ne, Machi~" Kimi said. "What are you doing?"
Machi said, without lifting her head. "Duties."
"EH~? What kind?" Kimi asked.
"The ones you all are not doing." Machi simply answered.

Everyone sweatdropped and proceeded to their own work. It was hard, but they had to do it. They were Student Council, after all.

While working, Yuki couldn't help but occasionally look in Machi's direction. She was busying herself and ignoring everything else, while Kimi and Kakeru kept talking and fooling around.

"At least they're doing their job." Yuki said.

After an hour and a half, only Yuki and Machi were left. They still had some work to do, Yuki being the President and Machi filling in for Sakuragi.

"President." Machi said.
Yuki looked at Machi, who was facing him. "Hmm?"
"I'm done." She proclaimed. "Would you like me to wait for you?"
"Ah.." Yuki said, thinking. "It's fine with me if you would like to."
"Then I'll wait." Machi said.

Yuki couldn't help but smile. He liked her, after all, so he would obviously be happy that she chose to wait for him rather than leave him by himself. Maybe it's just because it was already late and she didn't want to walk in the hallways--where ghosts were said to reside--by herself.

'Even so,' Yuki thought, 'I'm happy.'


To be Continued.

LAWLZOMBIES

Dear Heart,
It's been two years since I've forced myself to forget him. Isn't that enough for you to wipe him off your cells? Honestly, Heart, you've been really jumpy these days. Can't you see that he doesn't care for you anymore? Stop pumping real hard when my friends tease me about him. My body doesn't need that much blood, okay?

Heart, you do know that your job is just to pump blood, right? You're not getting paid for reacting to his every move. So, yeah, just stick to your job and I think we'll be both fine.

Love,
Me.

A Prince Charming is known to be perfect
A Prince Charming is known to be rich
A Prince Charming is supposed to save you
From an evil, wicked witch.

But my Prince Charming isn't perfect,
Yet he's the only guy for me.
My Prince Charming doesn't own a mansion,
But he fills my heart with glee.

My prince charming wouldn't be able to find any witches
But he's found me--his counterpart.
But My Prince Charming governs a kingdom,
A kingdom called "My Heart."

A/n: Did I just write that? OAO

"Sometimes I wonder how rich people live; of course, I know about their countless money, their beautiful house(s), and--sometimes--their desire to be free.

But we really don't know, do we? We have no idea what these people think about and how their rich minds work. Do they wish to be free, like the ones we have watched on TV? Or are they satisfied with their lives and look forward to every day?

If we just sit here, dawdling and dreaming about asking them these questions, then nothing would be accomplished, so I decided to represent all of us and our unwavering minds and interview one of the richest persons in the world."

From Wikipedia

Mark Zuckerberg is the founder of Facebook.

What if I hadn't left the group?
Would we still be friends?
What if I never joined the group?
Would we still be friends?
What if I had transferred schools?
Would we still be friends?
What if I was in the other section?
Would we still be friends?
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A/n: I personally like Ritsuka's version better than Miku's. (Ritsuka is a Nico Nico Cover Singer; Miku is a Vocaloid)

Kotoba o rouhi shite ikite yuku
Naze kakushite shimau no desu ka Warawareru no ga kowai no desu ka dare ni mo aitakunai no desu ka sore hontou desu ka aimai to iu na no umi ni oborete iki mo dekinai hodo kurushii no sukoshi koe ga kikitaku narimashita hontou ni yowai na
ikkou ni susumanai shitaku no tochuu mourou to shita atama de omou "mou riyuu o tsukete yasunde shimaou ka na" iya iya wakatte'masu tte nan to naku itte mita dake da yo wakatte'ru kara okoranaide yo
shiawase darou to fushiawase darou to byoudou ni zankoku ni asahi wa noboru ikite'ku dake de seiippai no watashi ni kore ijou nani o nozomu to iu no
naze ki ni shite shimau no desu ka hontou wa aisaretai no desu ka sono te o hanashita no wa dare desu ka ki ga tsuite'masu ka jinsei ni taimu kaado ga aru nara owari no jikan wa itsu na n darou watashi ga ikita bun no kyuuryou wa dare ga harau n desu ka
(Thank You) arigatou tte iitai no (Thank You) arigatou tte iitai no (Thank You) Ichido dake de mo ii kara Kokoro no soko kara oonaki shinagara arigatou tte iitai no
naze kakushite shimau no desu ka hontou wa kiite hoshii no desu ka zettai ni warattari shinai kara hanashite mimasen ka kuchi o hirakanakereba wakaranai omotte'ru dake de wa tsutawaran
(Hello How Are You) anata ni haro hawayu

Image From Pandemic Labs

I Challenge the Following Authors:
Kairu
Michiko
Lunar Chan

To Participate in this Challenge~! It's title is Radical Randomness! 


Objective: Make the most  random story ever seen to man and let your readers laugh insanically.
Where to Post? Facebook :D You can also post it in your blog/ ff.net, but you have to post it in Facebook first.
Judges? Keiko (Me), Azusa-chan, and a bunch of random people.


Rules:

• Deadline is on Saturday next week. (Philippine Time)
• Lemons are not allowed.
• You must post the story on Facebook.
• It must be R A N D O M.
• It should at least be 1000 words.
• It should be in English. If you include other languages, you must put the translation where we could find them.
• It must be your original work.

http://www.peteranswers.com/ <---Have you seen this site before? Have you been a victim of one of your friends who knows the secret? Well, now, you'll be able to trick your friends with this prank site.

Le Secret Derrière Peter Answers!--Revealed!


The secret is in the first box, the Petition Box. It is where you're supposed to put "Peter, please answer" or something, but haven't you wondered why Peter needs a Petition? It's because he needs to put the answer somewhere--and the Creators decided that a Petition box was more suitable.

Try typing a period "." in the Petition Box. What do you see? Let me guess. It's the letter "P." Now, continue typing with whatever you want to type and what do you see? Try typing a question in the Question Box, click "OK" and the word that shows up is the one you typed in the Petition Box.

EXAMPLE: {Because everything is much more easier with an example}

• I type ".dog:" in the Petition Box. {Tip: Try to complete up to "Peter please answer", so your victim wouldn't be easily fooled}
• In the Question Box, I type "What is my favorite animal?"
• Can you guess what shows up?

A/n: Hello again. :) I'm here, writing another one of my series that take so long to update. I wanted to try out this style and see if I can keep up with it.





I am me and you are you. We are all each other and no one can be any other person, except for themselves. If you wanted to be me, that cannot be arranged for each of us have our own selves and we cannot change them like we change our clothes. If I wanted to be you, it would also not be possible, for I am me and I can never be you.

That is why I make the habit of not admiring others. Admiration might lead to Idolization, which is obviously far worse than the former. Idolization is the act of imitating your role model, and in that process, you might accidentally or intentionally erase yourself. If you erase yourself just to become another person, what would be left of you?

Nothing.

You will not be that person, because as I have explained earlier, we are each other and can never be someone else. We are able to erase ourselves, but we are not capable of drawing our own selves. We cannot make an entirely different person from nothing.

We are not God.


God created everything from nothing at all. That is the main reason we call him God and the one of the few beliefs that scientists cannot counter, because they cannot build a theory that may explain how the world began with the right sets of evidences and proof.

We are dependent.


Not only on other people, but also in this world we live in. Don't deny it. Everything we see comes from nature; some may be artificial, but where do the components of these artificial things come from? Nature, what else? We are dependent on everything around us, for humans are weak beings. We call ourselves the most high of all the living things, but just like them, we also rely on our surroundings and the organisms that live in it.

We are arrogant.


When are we going to admit it? We are arrogant, selfish beings. We copy other people, just for the sake of being someone. We try to question God with our petty little reasons and cause an outburst within the peace of society. We try to act all strong and mighty, but inside, we are actually depending on everything and we owe our successes to the people, environment and the things around us.

This is my story. If you want to say that this is trash, go ahead. We have "Freedom of Speech" anyway, so go ahead, say whatever you want. But I will tell you this: I am me and I can choose whatever characteristic I want to have and you can never do anything about it.

Face the facts. I was, am, and will always be me, and you are eternally stuck to yourself, so why don't we just stop moping around and face the facts? After all, you can never be me. ;)

A/n: OhmyGosh. Did I write that? It feels so...offensive. >< I can't believe I was able to write something like that. I guess I was carried away. =.="  Well~ Until next time~! Bye Bye!

LOL~ I've been accepting too many tasks, because I'll be having so much time~! Oh well. XDD

So Yeah~ Right now, I'll just be posting some useless drabbles and some glimpses on my life. :)

If you're interested, click on the title.

Interview with Michiko Yamasaki and Jolene Valenzuela. I will be asking them the same questions and I will be posting everything they say here. This conversation happened on Facebook.


What is your favorite quote?
Michiko: "It is always sad to part with those whom you love but your companions will help you bear that sadness."
Jolene: "Great things start from small beginnings."
Have you ever felt alone? Will you share with us how you felt?
Michiko: "YES. I felt lonely and sad...an d bored­ ­"
Jolene: I was kinda annoyed, because no one was around to listen to what I want to say."
What do you think of the novel "The Little Prince"?
Michiko:"The story of the little prince teaches us many lessons(?) (even though I am not finish reading it yet) and every character symbolizes something ­ ­"
Jolene: "I haven't read it yet. But I know what the book looked like."
If you were to die tomorrow, who would you spend your day with? (family, friends, crush, enemy)
Michiko:'Family.....Because I love them more than my friends'
Jolene: "Friends."
Which of your enemies do you most like?
Michiko: "I don't have any enemies­ ­"
Jolene: "Well, I don't have an enemy that I like, actually. But the KIND of enemy that I like is the one who apologizes sincerely"

Answering Random Questions From Random Sites. 

I will be answering questions from different sites.

Click the title if you want to read.

I first heard about this book from my classmate. I borrowed it for a little while--since I was bored and had nothing else to do--and was immediately hooked up on it. Unfortunately, my classmate's book is pretty old and some parts are already ripped out. So I went hunting for it and found it in one of my favorite bookstores. I began reading right away, even after my mother scolded me for reading this instead of my Science Textbook.

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This is dedicated to my wonderful friends. Hope you enjoy. (Fuuko-chan, Lunar-chan, Jolene, Angel, Elijah, and Koizumi-chan) <---In no particular order. 


"Hi. Okay, I am not going to start ranting about how you're a b*tch copying someone else's work, so you better read this.


I read your profile. I read -TOOT-'s profile. I can see a large difference between the two. I wonder why. I see you enjoy cursing, but the only place I can see you curse is in your Author's comments and your profile. 


I'm not going to judge you. I am going to let my evidence and your conscience decide.


I have never been a fan of plagiarism, but I am not accusing you of it. Yet. Because I have not seen your side. I'm  not a person who goes on, accusing people she doesn't know of acts, just because she is being accused of other people. So, here's what I have to say:


Plagiarism. It's a very complex word. I had just only learned the meaning of that word last March, four months after I joined this site. It has been described as "one of the worst" and "shows how uncool, heartless, and uncreative you are as a writer." It is also "being a copy-cat" and "being unoriginal."


I am not implying that you did that, but if you did, I am sure Guilt will be busy eating you little by little, until you are nothing anymore. But if you didn't do that, then you must have a clear conscience and needn't worry about Guilt. Once again, I am not implying anything.


NOTE: This is not only based on my opinions, but I have also asked the opinions of some other people who I am not going to mention, because you might charge at them for helping me. So if you have some complaints about my review, direct it to me, not to anyone else."
I have omitted any names from the above and replaced them with "-TOOT-." It is for the benefit of the persons and because I respect their privacy.

I sent that to someone who is being accused of plagiarizing.  As I said in that review, I was not accusing her of plagiarizing, but in case she did, I gave her a great big deal to think about. Of course, there was also the "Guilt" technique, but I don't think it will work much if she is skillful in plagiarizing. {She would be used to those kind of things and wouldn't mind about guilt anymore.}

Plagiarizing--for me--is a crime against authors. In the world of authors, it would be the same as stealing money from a bank and using that money to buy things for your benefit. Now, that is just plain wrong. I have never been fond of stealing; I have experienced the feeling of having something stolen from you and let me tell you: it does not feel good. Stealing is a very sinful act and is even included in the Ten Commandments in the Bible. Of course, not everyone's Christian, but everyone knows that Plagiarism is immature, uncreative, unoriginal, unproffessional and completely wrong to do.

I am against plagiarism. I am an author, myself and I can imagine my works being copied off and being passed off as their own--I would probably act immature, sending hate mails to that person, reporting him, reporting him again, and send hate mails over and over. The point is, no one likes their writings--the writings they spent a lot of time on--to be stolen by some random person. And the fact that they try to pass them off as their own work and back it up with some ridiculous statement is just plain pathetic.

Plagiarism is the same as saying "This was -insert person's name here-'s work, but now it's mine. Deal with it." Do you think that's right? I don't. Plagiarism is something someone should be ashamed of, not proud of. I don't know where Plagiarists find the courage to defend their copied works and even accuse the accuser. To people who do that, that is a very old trick and usually doesn't work anymore, so please refrain from doing that.

If you think your work is plagiarized, visit this site. It may cost a little, but it's worth it.

I haven't written for a long time and have no new ideas whatsoever so I'm going to continue a Multi-chaptered story. To read the first chapter, please click here.

"So, Hotaru, I hear Ruka-pyon's got a rival," A grinning brunette told her best friend, nudging the latter's shoulder.

"Okay," Hotaru replied, not bothering to look up from her ongoing invention.

Mikan sighed at her best friend's indifference. Doesn't she realize that maybe Ruka and her might split up!? That the "rival" may destroy their wonderful relationship!?


The two were at the Inventor's room and Mikan was trying really hard to strike up a conversation, but apparently, Hotaru wasn't in the mood to talk, since she's really busy with her new invention.

"Hotaru, do you even care for your and Ruka-pyon's relationship?" Mikan said, running out of words to say.

To her surprise, Hotaru put her screwdriver down and stopped working. Mikan looked curiously at Hotaru, who had her back facing the brunette. She couldn't see her eyes, so she couldn't tell what she was feeling. Whether it was hurt or confusion, she didn't know.

"Hotaru..?"

"I do care," came a voice from the raven-haired girl.

Mikan smiled, knowing that her best friend may be blushing at that moment. She grabbed her hand and said, "I believe you. And I'm sure Ruka-pyon knows that too."

---

"Damien?" Natsume snorted. "What a stupid name. How does he expect to tame the Ice Queen with a stupid name like that."

Ruka frowned. "Bad choice of words, Natsume. According to the internet, apparently, the name "Damien" means "to tame."

Natsume raised an eyebrow. "You researched on his name?"

"I-I was just curious!" Ruka defended, knowing that this conversation would lead to an awkward discussion with Ruka desperately trying to prove his gender and Natsume, thoroughly teasing him.

Again.

"If he was never born, everything would have been better," Ruka said.

"Now that's just cruel," Natsume said, smirking. "Cruel, but true."

---

"Ma dame équitable, a fait vous le sav Paris is considered the capital of the world in terms of quality of life?" Damien asked, clearly proud of his own country.

"Okay," Hotaru replied, not even caring about "France."

He had been talking about France this and France that for the past hour and Hotaru is sick of it. Would it hurt to talk about something else for even just a minute? For a moment, Hotaru thought of Ruka, and how he would always let he pick the topic for their conversation.

Hotaru unconsciously smiled.

"Hotaru-sama?"

Hotaru again covered her real self up with her curtain of indifference. "What."

Damien pouted, attempting to look cute. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Hotaru sighed. 'Ruka Nogi, if you don't come here this moment, I am going to maul you later.'


It was annoying for her, listening to a guy who clearly had nothing more to do than to talk. He also hated it when she wouldn't listen and would get more annoying.

A soft rustling was heard and when Hotaru looked up, she saw the guy she was waiting for. Dressed in a blue sweater and black pants, Ruka Nogi made his way toward his acquaintance and girl friend. Why did she need to pick out such a bushy place to have tea?

"Uh..hi." He greeted, awkwardly.

"Oh, hi, Nogi-san!" Damien greeted a little loudly. "Hotaru-sama and I have been waiting for you for so long! Of course, I entertained her, because she looked positively bored! Do you want to join in..."

The rest of Damien Blaise's words were tuned out of the minds of the couple as Ruka Nogi went to get a chair, never losing his gaze on Hotaru.

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"Strasbourg?" Damien asked. "That's the one where Abraham Lincoln died, right?"

"What?" Ruka answered, completely unaware of that fact.

"I'm just kidding," Damien said, inwardly laughing because Ruka doesn't know a thing about his hometown.

"Of course you were..." He muttered.

Hotaru rolled her eyes at the her two "bodyguards" for the evening. They have been acting immature all day and she isn't enjoying it one bit. They just finished "tea," and were heading over to see a movie. Hotaru looked over at the two boys. They were almost polar opposites, except for the fact that they have French Blood.

'I wonder what my life would have been if Ruka had never gone to my life...'