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WARNING: This fan fic is rated PG-13 due to mild sexual language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.


CHAPTER 4

February 14

Sengoku banged his forehead on the shoe-locker.

Yesterday, after he read that imp from hell’s diary, he considered calling Atobe Keigo. He’s a got a good mind that the Atobe Keigo she knew is the same person as the one he knew. He picked up the phone and was on the verge of dialing his number several times before scrapping that idea altogether – he didn’t know how to ask him and at the same time, he’s not exactly sure he wanted to know at that very moment.

He needed time. Time to digest what he’s find out. If anything, it wasn’t the idea that girls all over Tokyo (and perhaps even beyond) are congregating to seek reprisal on him, it was because SHE was the purveyor of it all. He can’t understand it too. But it upset him greatly that it had to be her of all the women he’s been with.

Divest of anything to do last night, he decided to go see this website she built to plan revenge on him. When he found out he needed a special password to enter, he remembered ’s pillow and typed in “Sailor Moon”. He groaned as it registered a prompt for wrong password. Ruminating on it some minutes, he bit his lip, wondering if that was really it. In ’s diary, she spelled his name in the western alphabet instead of Japanese characters. Typing his name in romaji – Sengoku Kiyosumi – he held his breath in anticipation. When the forums did open, he gave himself a pat on the back and was practically rejoicing until he read one of the latest entries:

Posted by: (February 5)
I think the plan worked perfectly. Good work, ! He called me earlier but ended up not doing anything. He just suddenly went limp on me. How pathetic! Hahaha…You got him traumatized! Great job! Impotence will do that bastard some good. And thanks for calling me up, I needed some cash for new clothes…

Great. Great great great.

Even his “friends” (with benefits) were in on it. He suddenly wondered if that was the real reason why all the girls in school seemed to go into fits of giggles everytime they see him being chased around by . Hell, that girl who kicked him on the balls claiming she heard he’s bringing her to an orgy is probably in cahoots with them too.

Every girl in Tokyo might be in cahoots with each other. Who knows?

How could he ever trust a girl again after this?

Then he suddenly recalled everything he did to all those girls and realized that it might have been the same for them. It must really be hard to trust boys again after what he did to them. Maybe it IS his fault. Maybe he DOES deserve all that’s happened. Still…why did it have to be HER.

Then this little voice inside his brain piped in, “you just got what you deserved” and he had to resume banging his head repeatedly against the shoe locker. The locker door, tired of being manhandled, suddenly burst open as Sengoku was getting ready to slam his head at it again. He jumped in surprise as the contents of the shoe locker spilled out onto the floor.

Sengoku stared at all the chocolates and cards which spilled out and obtusely scratched his head.

‘Oh no,’ he thought. ‘Forgot all about Valentine’s.'

Now that there’s no to guard him, girls might be fighting tooth and nail to be the first to give him their chocolates just like last year. He didn’t think he’d be up for that right now.

Armed with this new knowledge, he decided it better to skip school altogether and was already turning on his heels when a familiar handwriting caught his eye. He fished the small pink package from the pile and felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the small card attached to it reading “Sengoku Kiyosumi” in the western alphabet.

Ah…but it was an epiphany when he opened the box.

It was magic and ecstasy and butterflies and stomachaches all rolled into one. How he had such a realization when he smelled burned chocolate inside his nostrils could probably never be comprehended by lesser beings such as the rest of the world. But Sengoku wasn’t a lesser being. And the burnt handmade chocolate balls smelled like ambrosia to him.

He was contemplating on popping one in his mouth when something wrapped in wax paper inside the box caught his eye.

It was ’s Minnie Mouse scrunchie.

‘It’s not JUST a scrunchie!’ He could almost hear her acerbic reply.
“Why give it back to me then, idiot…” he snorted, whispering to himself sadly.

Feeling miserable and confused between what he’s read in her diary and her strangely piquant burnt chocolate balls, he reverently replaced the box cover and went straight back home to mull things over.

As he reached his door though, he was alarmed when he saw an elderly man with a sartorial elegance he’s ever only seen in those cinematic butlers, standing outside his open door.

“What’s going on? Who are you people?” He gaped at the two women in black maids’ costumes inside his house.
“Pardon me, sir,” the man intoned with a tight Japanese accent which seemed to bore into Sengoku’s distraught brain like a drill. “I am a representative of the Ishikawa family.”

Sengoku continued staring at his slick grayish hair and was almost possessed to reach out and mess his coiffure just to try and rile the well-mannered old man up.

“Ishikawa who? Sorry…”
“The family of the young woman who’s been here with you.”
“Her name’s Ishikawa ?” He asked, feeling closer to her now that he finally knew her real name.
“Yes…why…I was the under the impression you knew,” self-proclaimed Mr. Representative fixed his features in a mild surprise.
“Knew what? Her name? Well, you know… there were circumstances,” he fidgeted, scratching his chin.
“No, I meant by who she really is.”
“What do you mean?”

Truly and utterly confused, Sengoku watched as the old man leaned back and surveyed him from head to toe before sighing and tugging one corner of his lips into an intelligent-looking smile.

“I see,” he nodded. “This must be the miss’ doing.”
“By miss, you mean ? Did she tell you why she suddenly left? I’ve been out of sorts because of her. I’m not used to girls upping and leaving me in the blink of an eye.”

The man looked at him behind wire-rimmed glasses with an expression of subdued pity and compassion and perhaps a bit of sadness.

“When Monsieur and Madame Ishikawa flew to Switzerland this January, the young miss came up to me begging to be allowed to leave the house for a few days. Ah…but I can never refuse the young miss. She is like the daughter I never had. And she has always been lonely, terribly lonely inside that house. I, as a servant, can only do so much - her parents forbade us to get too close to her.”
“What?! They go around the world without a care for their child and they forbid the people around her to be friendly?!” Sengoku shouted in anger.
“Please don’t judge them too harshly, young sir,” the old man replied. “They had merely wanted their daughter to be gritty early in life because weaklings never fared well in the world the family moves in. Though yes, I must admit I wish things had been better for the young miss. So much, in fact, that I always indulge her. Though frankly, none of us ever thought she’d be disappearing for half a month. She used to only go off during the weekends like last November when she went to Hokkaido. Nobody ever tried telling her parents about her escapades, we all sympathize with her.”
“I should think wants more than sympathy,” Sengoku said quietly.
Mr. Representative nodded sadly. “Yes, you are most right. That is why I never tried to get her back home after even half a month. That is until the monsieur’s secretary found out about everything. He kept visiting the house on the patriarch’s orders for days on end but he never came across the young miss. When he grew suspicious of our excuses, he hired a private eye on his own and unearthed our secret. He immediately called her parents in Switzerland. When I was informed of this, I had hurriedly contacted the young miss. However, she asked me for a few more days’ leeway since you’ve been rushed to the hospital on an accident.”
“So that’s why she’s acted so odd since that day…”

The old man then took his wallet out and fished a piece of paper which he handed to the other.

Sengoku stared at the paper in his hand. It was a check worth 50 million yen. He continued staring…

Staring…

Staring more…

And then finally, he felt his jaws slacken in a gape.

“What is this?” He asked; voice high and terribly unnatural.

Before the old man could answer though, Sengoku’s eyes were drawn towards the open television on his living room.

Ishikawa , sole daughter and heir of businessman tycoon and former Japanese ambassador to Italy, Ishikawa Matsuharu, announced her engagement yesterday with Japan’s most eligible bachelor, Atobe Keigo.

Footage of a press conference was then shown, and Atobe seated at the middle of a long table, answering questions.

“Yes, Keigo and I are childhood sweethearts,” she answered a query deadpan.

Pictures of and Atobe in their junior high years were flashed on screen and Sengoku clutched his head as he started to recall prior forgotten memories.

Ishikawa and Atobe are reported to have been dating since their middle school days. Atobe Keigo is the sole heir to the country’s premiere corporation, the Atobe Conglomerate and is recognized by Time magazine as one of the world’s most powerful young men. Dubbed as the wedding of the century, it will take place on June this year, at the top of Sunshine 69 wherein the couple will reportedly skydive right after the ceremony has concluded as requested by the bride. In other news…

“Engaged?!” Sengoku stared at the screen in horror, crunching the pink box in his hand.
“Oh dear,” the old man sighed and kept shaking his head ruefully.
“What’s going on?! Tell me!” Sengoku demanded.
“I’m afraid this is the price she has to pay for running away for half a month. If only I knew…If only people didn’t tell me how happy she looked while living with you, I would have had her brought back home. Ah…this is all my fault,” Mr. Representative frowned sadly. “I had only wanted her to be happy. The young miss desperately wanted to be loved – TRULY and wholly loved.”

Sengoku felt his head reel. Leaning against the wall, he found himself sinking to the floor, laughing so miserably the old man stared at him in pity.

“That is why I was never able to touch her…” He croaked.

Because she needed love so much, wanted love so much that even someone as unfeeling as him sensed it. And since he was the type who was afraid of commitments, the purity of that need had driven him away.

Then he remembered how they met long ago. It was at a trendy café in Shibuya back when he was a sophomore in middle school. He recalled he still had some thirty minutes before it was time to meet his date, so he went in the café, ordered latte and seeing the place jam-packed, made for the only open seat – a table sitting a girl with her nose on a book. When he asked if he could sit with her, she looked up at him and nodded her head shyly. She wasn’t anything special – nondescript even. She had a face so plain it made the most mundane anything look good. It wasn’t that she was ugly, it’s that it’s the kind of face you’d forget immediately when you saw it once. However, she wasn’t someone who fails to get noticed because the rest of her stands out from everybody else – she was fat. She wasn’t merely plump fat, she was fat fat; a characteristic so out of place in Japan. While he was sipping his coffee, he was hearing murmurs from the group of high schoolers at the table beside theirs which sounded like “fat heiress”, “rich Ishikawa pig”, and the likes. When he glanced at the girl to see if she heard any of that, he saw her brow was furrowed determinedly and her eyes were focused on one spot in the book which belied her pretense. When the girls at the next table giggled amongst themselves, stealing dirty glances at the girl he was sitting with, Sengoku decided he wanted to do something.

He didn’t know what compelled him to help her. All he knew was that he took one look at the girl and immediately liked her. There was something about her…

So he stood up and faced the high school girls, telling them off for talking about his “girlfriend” and when they didn’t believe his claim, he led the girl to them and kissed her hard on the mouth to prove it. The older girls, pissed off for being chastised by a middle schooler, went off on a sneer. Laughing, he introduced himself to her and told her not to mind those girls because she was so much cuter than any of them. She thanked him and told him her name, however, before they could acquaint themselves with each other better, his date called and he had to make a hasty exit, merely telling her to take care and waving a bland goodbye.

If only he knew the kind of hardships she’d been going thru during that time. But no…knowing his thirteen year old self, he wouldn’t be able to do anything for her. Perhaps its better that he only found out about her now. But that doesn’t help him from feeling what he does – he had never felt more pathetic.

* * *


Still February 14 – Hyoutei Gakuen (Senior High Division)

Ishikawa , seventeen years old, sat at the back of her class, dutifully copying the day’s lecture on her notebook.

Today is the first day she’d gone back to school since she ran away last January. The teachers greeted her enthusiastically, the students even more so. Yet she felt no real warmth from all their empty well-wishes and toothy grins. Everybody was so polite and shallowly nice she had wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and run far, far away where nobody knew who she was.

But it’s too late for that now.

The moment her parents were made aware of her activities, they flew straight back home which left her no choice but to go back too out of fear for Sengoku’s well-being. Her parents were mortified of her living in another roof with a man for an entire half a month, not because they were worried about her but because they were worried about what their peers and colleagues would say should they know. After all, the whole Japan looks upon them as a model family, in fact just a few months ago, they were featured in a society magazine as the touchstone of modern morally and socially upright citizens.

knew her parents as the kind of people who would never allow anything to sully their reputation and they are ready, willing and able to do ANYTHING to achieve their ends. And so, afraid of what her parents would do to Sengoku, decided to use their fear as an angle and agreed to whatever punishment they choose to put upon her as long as Sengoku was well-compensated and let off the hook, otherwise, she, herself, would leak a rumor about how the Ishikawa heiress shacked with an amoral playboy.

After more than a week of serious deliberation, her parents gave in. They wrote a check of 50 million Yen (a pittance) to this Sengoku guy and had all the marks she left there obliterated. All her fingerprints would be wiped off, all her records in his school would be erased, all her belongings would be burned or thrown away. It would be as if had never existed.

How convenient.

Maybe she could also pretend that everything really didn’t happen. It would be so much easier to forget.

But everything really DID happen. And she doesn’t think she could forget. How could she? When this very second, she could hear Sengoku’s voice inside her mind shouting her name at the top of his lungs.

“ ! ! , where are you?!”

She covered her ears tightly but no matter what she does, she can hear him shouting her name as clear as day.

“ ! , COME OUT, I WANNA TALK TO YOU!”

Ah…how cruel. Cruel cruel cruel. How could her imagination be doing this to her now when she’s trying so hard to forget? She bit on her lips and gripped the pencil in her hand, furrowing her brows in a forced concentration.

“ !!!”

But oh, she couldn’t take it anymore. Like a woman possessed, she shook her head and chanted, “Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

“COME OUT, !!!”
“I said, shut the hell up!!!” She suddenly stood, shouting aloud in anger.

It was a while before she noticed all her classmates and her teacher gaping at her.

“S…sorry…” She muttered in embarrassment as she sat back down.

The teacher, a balding middle-aged man, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and peeked out the classroom window. Probably finding what he was looking for, he turned his attention back to class and quietly cleared his throat.

“Ms. Ishikawa?”
“Yes sir?”
“ I think it’s better if you go down there and see for yourself. Otherwise, it would never end.”
Bewildered, she raised her brows in question. “What do you mean, sir?”
“What do you mean, what do I mean? There’s a young man who’s been causing quite the commotion down there for the last five minutes.”
She shot to her feet in disbelief. “You can hear him too?”
“Us and the rest of the solar system,” the teacher smiled amiably amidst the class’ laughter.
“Then it’s not my imagination!” She slowly uttered, triumph in her voice.
“No, Ms. Ishikawa. Despite your oddities, I don’t think you’re schizophrenic. In fact, why don’t you take a look for yourself.” The teacher motioned towards the windows.

wasted no time and hurriedly slid a window open. She threw her upper body outside and wildly scanned the open field. When she saw no indicative of the said young man, she panicked.

“Kiyo! Kiyo, I’m here! Where are you?!”

People said absence makes the heart grow fonder. But ceased believing that long ago. It’s true she might have missed her parents when she younger, but if she did, she wouldn’t know – they’ve been running around the globe since long before she can remember. But now, when she saw the tousle-haired boy looking up at her from the bottom of the building and then forcibly dragging three security guards clinging to him to get a better view of her, she felt her heart almost literally soar.

“Kiyo…”
“ ! I wanna talk to you! Tell these buffoons to let me go!” He struggled against the hold of the bigger men. When the guards had let him off, he shot them an ugly scowl before craning his neck to look back at her, half-body thrown across the window on the second floor.
“Kiyo, what are you doing here?” She breathed, heart teeming with emotions.
“What? What did you say? I can’t hear you!” He shouted.

Incensed at his reply, she went back to her desk, grabbed her phone and dialed his number.

“There, can you hear me now?” She snorted angrily into the receiver.
“Yeah…”
“Honestly, you just ruined the moment!”
“What moment?!” He shot back just as mad. “I’M the one who should be angry! What’s the meaning of this, huh?” Fishing inside his breast pocket, he waved the 50 million Yen check furiously. “Is this a pay-up for everything you’ve done?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“No use denying it, woman. I read your freakin’ diary!” He spitted.
bit her lips and took a moment to reply. “You did?”
“You bet I did! And if you think you can pay my anger off by 50 million Yen, you’re dead wrong!” To prove his point, Sengoku crumpled the check in a ball, put it in his mouth and chewed on it before spitting it back out and squashing the spitball with the sole of his shoe.
“It wasn’t to pay you off…” She quietly said. “It was…to show my gratitude for sheltering me for half a month.”
But he didn’t seem to hear that because he rounded back at her in full force. “Now tell me…” he grinded his teeth in barely controlled fury. “How much of it was fakery? How much of it was artifice?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do not fool me! I told you I read your diary! I know you’ve been deceiving me from the very start! Tell me now! How much of it wasn’t real? You’ve fed me so many lies I don’t know what the truth is anymore...” Sengoku swallowed hard and stared at her mournfully, voice trembling uncontrollably. “Is everything a lie? Because if you tell me it is, I don’t know what to do…you serving me breakfast in the morning…you preparing my futon at night…you following me around all day, claiming me, telling me you love me…if all that were lies, I don’t know what to do…”
When she failed to answer, he continued his barrage. “Why did you do that to me?! Why’d you plan a massive reprisal on me?!” Losing his doleful look, he glared at her.
“You know why!” She shouted back at him as people started to gather round Sengoku at the base of the building, staring up at the popularly recognized Ishikawa heiress. “You read the diary! You played me! Just like all your other women…” She bit her lips as hot tears streamed down her face.
“I know…” he remorsefully whispered. “And I’m sorry. But do you really,” he looked back up at her, smiling sadly, “hate me that much?”
She gulped her tears and nodded. “Yes, I hate you so much.”
“Then why do you cry?! You wouldn’t have planned revenge on me if you didn’t care. You hate me because you love me, don’t you?”

Her tears at this point flowed out in torrents as she gripped the windowsill hard with her fingers, her nails breaking at the tips.

“Say it!” He barked, “say I’m right!”
“Yes, you’re right!” Sobbing, she croaked into the phone. “I hate you for what you did to me because I love you so much. I hated it that you treated me like all your other women. I wasn’t special to you and I hated it. I wanted you to be mine, exclusively, Kiyo,” she moaned. “Mine and mine, alone! Mine, completely…I wanted you to only look at me, only think of me…I wanted to be the biggest existence in your life.” Unable to go on amidst her tears, buried her face in her hand.
“Then why stop?”
“Because it’s impossible…you will never come to love me, Kiyo.”
“Never say never,” he smiled faintly up at her.
“…what do you mean?”
“That…you’ve done your job,” he whispered. “I think of you…always. While you were away, I was missing you badly. When your servants came and took care of all the marks you left, the house felt so empty I thought I was going nuts. While I’m awake, my thoughts are of you. While I’m asleep, my dreams are of you,” he breathed into the phone with a voice of pure emotion. “What else do you want? You already got me…”

It took a while before had been able to swallow the lump in her throat. It took another while before she got her voice back.

“No…It’s too late. You’re supposed to hate me,” she babbled in panic. “I planted my diary in your house so you’d come to hate me. You’re supposed to hate me!”
“You planted your diary so I’d come to hate you?!” His chest swelled in rising anger. “Another one of your designs! Why, ? Stop playing your psychological games on me!”
“You don’t understand! I just realized I can’t be with someone like you. Until I lived with you, I never knew I could be so yellow. I am a very, very jealous person, Kiyo. I am also very possessive. Someone like you…I’ll be constantly thinking you’re cheating on me. It WON’T work out!”
“I won’t cheat on you, ,” he whispered.
“How can I be sure of that?”
“You can’t, you’ll just have to trust me.”
“Trust is earned, Kiyo.”
“Then I’ll work hard to earn your trust.”

clamped her eyes shut as she breathed deeply.

“I know you were attracted to the me in Hokkaido but the me who lived with you for half a month is also really me. I never pretended to be who I’m not, never showed you a fake character. You’re sure you wanna be with a psycho banshee from hell?”
He laughed softly. “Yes…”
“No…no, there’s another thing…” she shook her head and whispered into the phone.
“What? Sorry, could you speak louder?”
“I said, I refuse to have sex before marriage!” She bellowed, making the crowd gathered around them giggle.

She waited as Sengoku stood rooted to the spot, appearing to be contemplating something seriously.

“Okay,” he suddenly said. “I understand. I won’t touch you until we get married.”
She gaped at him. “What?! That’s impossible, you’re such a rake! YOU? The virile Sengoku Kiyosumi, abstain for years?”
“Yes.”
“Mind you I’ll never forgive you if I catch you having sex with anyone.”
He laughed and nodded. “I know. My right hand will be my best friend,” he grinned.
Getting caught off guard by his untimely joke, she started laughing too. “Are you sure?” She asked softly.
From below, Sengoku looked at her straight in the eyes and sincerely said, “Yes. I want to be with you. And you?”
smiled back at him, tears starting to stream down her face again. “I also…want to be with you.”
“But Atobe Keigo…”
“Don’t worry about useless things,” she snapped. “Keigo could break our engagement anytime, don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you,” he whispered at the phone in his hand, feeling his heart about to explode. “Could you do me a favor and come down here, Ishikawa ? I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Okay,” she replied, flipping the phone close and throwing it above her head.

To everyone’s surprise, she threw a leg across the window sill and started climbing out the second-floor window.

“What the…” Sengoku stared in alarm. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Going down to you,” she shouted.
“Then go use the stairs like the rest of humankind!”
“Shut up! I wanna climb down the waterspout!” She retorted, trying to hook a foot on a joint on the rainspout.
“You idiot! It won’t hold your weight!”
“Are you saying I’m fat?! Five minutes into our relationship and you’re calling me fat!”
“I didn’t say you’re fat! I’m saying you’re a psychotic banshee!”
“Shut up! I wanna do a Juliet and climb down the pipes!”
“Juliet never climbed down the pipes! There was no plumbing during the 1500s!”
“Well, how should I know?! You’re the smart one! Ohhh no…”

Hooking a foot into a joint, she heaved her body and clung to the waterspout tight. But true to what he said, one of the supports gave in and the whole structure started wobbling slightly.

“Ohhh crap…I’m stuck!” She hollered, clinging to the pipes for dear life. A strong breeze passed and blew her skirt up to show her panties to an entire audience.
“Waaahhhhhhhhhhh…Kiyo! What are you doing?! Tell those people to cover their eyes!” She cried.

Sengoku tried half-heartedly to chastise the on-lookers as he had also gotten mesmerized by her characteristic underwear – a pair of white cotton underpants with a big Hello Kitty print.

“Kiyo, what are you doing?! Why are you letting everyone get a peek-a-boo on your girlfriend’s panties?!”
“I know, I know!” He snorted angrily. “Why are you wearing white Hello Kitty cotton panties anyways?! That’s a pervert’s ultimate turn on!”
“What?! How can Hello Kitty panties be a turn on?! The only pervert here is you, Sengoku Kiyosumi!”
“Whatever. Look, I know what. Just jump back down, I’ll catch you.”

She looked down at him as he stretched his arms out, poised at receiving her. And it meant so much to her than what it looked like. Here was the guy she had been loving for quite some time, promising to love her, promising to be faithful to her and she can’t help but feel that she can trust him despite his bad record. If there is anyone, ANYONE in the world to rescue her from the pits of loneliness, she wanted it to be that one person. And that person is standing at the bottom of the rainspout, coaxing her to jump into his arms.

And so she did…

Ah…she loved him, loved him, loved WAAAAHHHHHH…

She groaned as they both fell sprawling on the ground.

“Aw, aw, aw, aw,” he cried, lying on his back with her on top of him.
“Why do you always have to ruin the moment?!”
“What moment, you psycho?!” He moaned pitifully. “And could you please get off me? You’re kinda crushing the most important limb of a male.”

Realizing she was sitting right on top of his crotch, she hastily stood up and helped him on his feet.

“Are you okay?”
“Balls might be blue,” he said in a throaty croak, face screwed in pain.
She started laughing and crying at the same time. “I like blue balls,” she smiled at him warmly.
“You do, huh?” He grinned back at her.
“Sure…oh, but I won’t see them before marriage.”
“You won’t see them ‘til after we get wed,” he nodded solemnly. “It just means we have to get married soon,” he grinned again as she guffawed in laughter.

Amidst her laughter, he leaned in and sucked on her neck in front of countless spectators.

“Listen up, I’ve marked this girl. Don’t dare touch what’s mine,” he proclaimed as everyone gasped in unison.

She never thought things would go full circle. But now that it did, she had never felt happier. And for the umpteenth time since the last fifteen minutes, tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Hey hey hey! That’s unfair! You did that to me too. I don’t recall bawling like a baby.”
“Shut up!” She blew her nose. “It’s not that…it’s just that I’m so happy…”
Sengoku looked at her warmly; full of love for the girl he likes to call the imp from hell. “I’m also very happy, .”
“You are?”
“Yes. Very. ?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” he whispered, gathering her into his arms for their first REAL kiss.

After a while, dragging behind him while everyone cheered, Sengoku Kiyosumi, seventeen years old, former playboy and rake, exited the Hyoutei schoolgates, taken and loving it.

*~THE END~*


OMAKE

“I don’t get it…”
“What don’t you get?”
“If you don’t want me to touch you before marriage, how come you’ve been working so hard on seducing me before?”
“That was when I was working on making you fall in love with me. Now that you ARE in love with, there’s no need to sully my purity with premarital sex.”
“What?! What era do you think it is?”

Unbeknownst to him, Sengoku Kiyosumi had just tied himself to a prude.

“Ah well…I guess my right hand will indeed be my best friend.”
“Better train your left hand too.”
“Right,” he laughed as they walked hand-in-hand in the middle of the street, below azure skies which had never been as bright.
“Kiyo-chawan and ,” she started chanting, “sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love. Then comes marriage. Here comes Kiyo-chawan with a baby carriage! Kiyo-chawan and . Sitting in a…”
“Waaahhh! Stop that! Stop calling me…THAT!”
“What?! It’s cute!” She laughed happily, twirling in the middle of the road.
“Oh yeah, you forgot something.”
“What?”
“This,” he said, holding her Minnie Mouse scrunchie. He turned her around and gathered her hair into a pigtail.
“Really suits you,” he smiled, voice low and warm.
“Really?” She started wailing.
“What?! Don’t you run out of tears?!”
“It’s your fault!” She accused him, snot running down her nostrils.
“Crap…you really are a psychotic banshee.”
“I’m not a banshee!” She hiccupped.
“So then you admit you’re psychotic?” He laughed.

She continued wailing in the midst of the rest of the populace’s stares, not minding the scale of the raucous she’s causing, like a psycho, which maybe…she is.


*~OWARI~*


A/N: Sorry it took some time to finish this. Belated White Day everyone! This fan fiction was inspired by a song of the same title by m-flo featuring the vocals of Sowelu.


//© 03/20/07 by MitsuiSelphie