Chapter 2
Kagome lifted her hands and gently patted and prodded the white blob lying atop her chest, trying to determine what it was.
"Uhm…" It moaned.
M- Moaned? She stopped her movements, her heart thrashing brutally against her ribcage in a loud 'doki doki' beat. For a second, she wondered if the live white blob could feel the deafening drumming as well. She grunted and lifted her head from the ground, trying to get a glimpse of the blob's body. She was met with more white.
In fact, she had buried herself in white. White… feathers? …brushed her cheeks, poked at her watering eyes and stuck to her moist lips. Ok. Then… what? She had a duck/swan sitting on her?
An acceptable deduction, Kagome decided, since weirder things have happened to her. She tried to hoist her torso into a sitting position, and groaned. What was this? An extremely overweight duck?
Her arms shook as they held for a small while, then, with an exhale, she let go, laying back down on the grass covered floor. That duck was heavy!
She wriggled her body. And felt it slip off a little.
She wriggled again. Good. It had slid to her stomach.
"Hah!" Sitting up victoriously, the blob all but fell to her lap. Looking down, she reddened to an impossible degree. It seemed as if the skin on her face had suddenly become lucent, causing the vibrant scarlet of the blood rushing to her head to be particularly conspicuous. There, cradled between her thighs, was the head of a young preteen with an indolent expression upon his face. She took in a deep breath, and let out a bloodcurdling shriek. "Kyaaaaaaa!"
Pushing him off, she scooted a little farther away, studying him closely, guardedly. He grunted softly as his head hit the floor, but stayed in the awkward position.
She stared. He didn't move an inch.
She approached him cautiously. He still didn't move.
She squatted before him, carefully making sure that her short skirt was kept in place. Not a twitch of a reaction.
Her finger slowly moved forward, poking him, before quickly withdrawing back to her side. His eyes sluggishly moved to look at her. She was startled by their vibrant jade hues, but kept her ground. His vacantly doleful eyes remained fixed on her, as unmoving as the rest of his body. She wavered, unsure of what to do next.
Finally, her hand reached out again, giving his shoulder a little shake. "Anou… Are you alright?"
He stared, then, languidly, sat up, bending his knees and placing his hands docilely on top of them. He didn't respond, his amazing eyes settled motionlessly upon her.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She waved a hand in front of his face and snapped her fingers a few times, "Moshi moshi?"
"Yes?" He finally asked, politely, serenely, in a gentle voice, as if he had not, just a few seconds ago, had his head buried between her legs. Kagome flushed again, then, vehemently, clamped down on the rising heat.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? And for that matter, who are you? How old are you?" She demanded, "Shouldn't you be in school right now?"
"I think I am sitting." He replied slowly, as if mulling over the question. "And shouldn't you be in school too?"
"H-huh?" For a second, Kagome was at a loss for words, but her indignation quickly took care of that. "Hey! I'm older than you and I asked first! So stop fooling around and answer my questions!"
The boy nodded kindly, "Of course."
He put a finger to his chin and tapped. "I am Hitsugaya Toushirou." His voice was soft and compliant, his brows were raised in a forlorn manner, and his eyes drooped slightly. "I sincerely think that I am sitting on the ground. I… was not informed of my age and I should not be in school right now."
"What kind of answers are those?" Kagome asked, frustrated. "When I said 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' I meant 'What actions did you commit in order to cause you to drop out of the sky like that?' And what do you mean, 'you were not informed of your age', and that 'you shouldn't be in school right now'? Are you making fun of me?"
He blinked as leisurely as he did everything else. "They are truthful answers. I was sent flying into the sky by an explosion nearby. Hitsugaya-sama hasn't told me his age yet and he is not enrolled in any school."
Kagome frowned, incredulous. He falls from the sky and into her lap, a circumstance to which he stays unflappable, he answered all her figurative questions literally (though she was unsure if the little brat was just humoring her) and weirdly, and now he speaks of himself (Or maybe it was his imaginary friend? She knew not anymore.) in the third person, with an honorific of high respect. Was he crazy? Not to mention that he had feather-like white hair. And stunning eyes. Was he a gaijin? But his Japanese was flawless, without a trace of an accent…
"Okay… Um… Are you sure you're alright?" She queried, frowning a little in worry. "You must have bumped your head on something or-"
He swiftly stood up, cutting her off. His droopy eyes appeared just a little more determined than whilere, "I must depart."
And he bounded away, onto the rooftop of her family's shrine and over the countless steps of the entrance. Kagome was left gaping. For one sleepy looking kid, he sure could move fast! He could jump as far and as high as Inuyasha! What was going on?!
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Hitsugaya had thought that Monday to be a rather dull day, and consequently, had decided to try out one of these 'swings' he had seen many sit upon in those 'parks' to idle away the time as well as to offer himself a break from training against the Arrancar.
He cautiously climbed onto the rectangular shaped seat and seated himself. He had studied others use this curious device long enough to know that one had to fold and stretch out one's legs alternatively while tilting their body weight back and forth in order to sway it properly. And thus, he had slowly set out to do so.
Extending his legs out, he tipped to the back, before retracting the 'jean' clad appendages and inclining to the front. The rhythm calmed him. He closed his eyes as he rocked higher and higher, ignoring the feel of his pants' rough texture rubbing against his legs as he moved.
Unfortunately, a familiar feeling was quick to arrive and abruptly shake him out of the soothing content he had been headily cloaked in. His formal composure back, the death god instinctively gulped down his soul substitution pill and rushed forth in his spiritual form. However, it seemed that the Menos had found him before he had found it. Stomping its foot, it sent a powerful blast toward him, agitating the air with swirling debris. The young captain dodged easily until he realized that his usually lethargic ginkongan –who enjoyed staying inertly in one spot– had moved too slowly and been blown away with the explosion. He mentally cursed, and then shrugged; as vitally lacking in wits as the lazy ginkongan was, it still knew how to keep his body alive. Especially with his superior physique, his gigai should be fine.
The Menos Grande was dealt with effortlessly and, later on, he grunted at Ikkaku's whining when the third seat of the 11th division learned that he had arrived too late and had missed the opportunity for a quick fight.
Having sensed the elimination of the danger, the ginkongan had shortly come running back to him, yawning with its permanently regretful looking features, it popped out of his fleshly constitution mouth. Hitsugaya felt the boundaries of the corporeal structure close upon him, restricting his movements as he reentered its confines. He replaced the already snoring pill back into the small 'plastic' dispenser that Urahara had given him.
Admiring the huge crevasse the Menos had carelessly made with its foot, he refilled the hole. That done, he reseated himself on the now familiar swing, diving back into his previous musings.
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Kagome was… Kagome was shocked, evidently. But that and the whirling questions within her head had quickly been overridden by annoyance. The annoyance quickly grew into frustration. And the frustration warmed, heated, and boiled into churning… anger, or was it resentment?
Did he really think that he could just leave after… after falling on her and getting the very very very private view of a rather personal spot that she had been saving till her wedding day, or, at the very least for her… boyfriend? Could she even call Inuyasha by that label?
'Ugh…' Kagome shook her head. 'And now, he's even made me doubt the relationship I have with my… with Inuyasha.'
And he hadn't even properly answered her simple questions, bungling them up before leaving in haste. What was with him? He had had such a… a laid-back, scratch that; more like a retarded attitude. What was with that hair? And those droopy eyes? And that weird look of constantly lifted brows? Finally, after much forethought, Kagome had decided on the only explanation she could come up with; he was a visiting foreigner kid (which explained the appearance and the 'no school' situation) who had probably been high on some drug or other (which would explain most of his words and actions). She nodded, that was probably it… And he was doubtlessly a big pervert (which would explain how he had dropped on top of her. Yes, probably threw himself onto her from one of the higher branches of the Goshinboku after having lured her outside with that little explosive stunt of his).
Kagome stood up, straightening her uniform. Right. A really perverted preteen gaijin who got his kicks out of scaring girls and jumping on them before fleeing to kami knows where with a few gigantic leaps.
Hah! Well the next they meet again –and they will meet again, she just knew it– she was going to give him a piece of her mind, along with a hearty greeting from her fist. Along with several loud, hard slaps for good measure.
She smirked wickedly. Oh, he will pay dearly! She hadn't dealt with Miroku for all these years just to get one upped in that department by a kid a few years younger than herself. No siree!
But for now… she had already missed a class, and the teacher is not going to be happy if she's late, sickness or no sickness. Cursing the well, the Jewel, her daydreams and that lecherous kid, she ran in the direction of her school as fast as her legs (plus one sprained ankle) could take her.
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After her daily hours of education had, at last, ended, Kagome had gone out with her friends at the usual Wacdonald's and gossiped. They had talked about her non-existent relationship with Inuyasha, talked about Hojo, and talked about boys in general. Sitting through the mundane and repetitive conversation, she stirred her shake pensively.
"And try not to miss your classes tomorrow, Kagome!" Chided Eri with an admonishing index finger, tapping the inattentive girl's forehead, briefly bringing her back to the present.
"Yeah," added Yuka, concerned, "we all know that you have a very weak immunity system and that you get sick often, but even then, there are limits. You have to get your act together or the school might give up and expel you."
"Un." Kagome nodded distractedly as her mind floated to reveries of activating the well's portal again.
Her three friends gave each other meaningful looks, shaking their heads in dismay. Ever since Kagome had slowly begun recovering from all those sicknesses, she had also slowly begun slipping from them with her head buried within a thick layer of clouds that continuously screened her usually bare emotions from view. At times, they would have to shout her name a fair number of times, awaiting the moment when the sound would finally penetrate the dense fog hovering around her.
"Well then," Ayumi finally exclaimed, throwing her watch a brief look, "I got to go! Bye everyone!" She waved at them with a cheery smile and stood, soon followed by the others.
"See you guys tomorrow." Kagome called out absentmindedly, her eyes already drifting away from the friends and to the blue skies above.
They sighed in unison, glanced at the illness prone girl one last time, and headed their respective ways dutifully, mulling over their friend's recent change of demeanor.
They had thought it to be another relationship related dilemma concerning Inuyasha, but when they had talked about him at the fast food restaurant, a few weeks ago, there had been no other remarkable reaction coming from her other than the customary pink tinting her cheeks, so it couldn't have been about him.
They had mentioned her family, with the same results.
Her cat; she had given them an unsettling glare, but they had guessed that it had, most likely, more to do with their oddly phrased question rather than the cat's health. ("So… how's your cat? Dead yet?" Had asked the ever cat-hating Eri rather tactlessly, which had then impelled Yuka and Ayumi to quickly kick her silent under the cover of the table.)
They had brought up the ever-present topic of Hojo; the customary bored look.
They had broached every single event, thing and person their unsteady, hormone-filled, teenaged minds could think up, but no such luck.
At the end of the day, they had only, and unintentionally, achieved in making Kagome feel under-cultivated as she had been bombarded by exotic subject after exotic subject. The young girl had muffled a whimper as a terrible thought had launched itself at her, unknown to her concerned friends. Could it be, that all the subjects her friends had vigorously discussed, with bountiful armloads of knowledge, were things they had learnt in class while she had been visiting the past? Oh, no.
Consternation had set in. If that was true, then she had even more catching up to do than she had originally dreaded. That day, and the days following that –of which this particular day was of no exception, she had walked home with her back hunched mournfully.
Dragging her feet as she passed through the front door, she greeted her much too cheerful family, entered her room, and sat down in front of the detestable desk she used for the vile purpose of studying, all thoughts of that morning's perverted boy out of her mind.
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Two days after the breathtaking first meeting between his rear end and the device humans called 'swing', the sun rose to shine brightly in the sky, unhindered by any clouds. Indeed, the weather was excellent and the mood was that of a wonderfully cheerful day. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his, now that he was used to the fabric, rather comfortable denims, Hitsugaya Toushirou coolly strolled down the disorderly streets that were littered with busily honking vehicles.
Life on the living plane was so much more fast-paced than he had anticipated. Everyone around him always seemed to be in such a great rush, checking their watches every few minutes and moving in that fast paced gait, halfway between a run and a walk. In the midst of the hustle and the bustle, Toushirou felt as if he ought to join their precipitated pace and frenzied lifestyle as well. In spite of that, he withheld himself from doing so. Being one of the captains of the elite Gotei 13, and although many thought otherwise, he was anything but a conformist child who imitated all that surrounded him. So the urge to try out the rushed and the hastened tempo was swiftly quelled and erased.
Gazing upwards, he sighed exasperatedly. Things were quiet today, in the realm of the spiritual, and he couldn't find himself anything to do in this time of the evening. Though he itched to sway upon the local park's swing once more, doing so would have been a bad idea. This was the busiest hour of the day when children and youngsters were let out of class and adults were let out of work. Sitting upon the inviting black rubber of the park swing in the presence of all those people would only reinforce the absurd and irritating notion of him being a child. A slight, extra crease marred his previously bored looking frown before he sighed once more, his brows smoothening instantly.
There really wasn't much for him to do. The training and preparations for the coming war had ended one or two hours ago with his sparing partner (also known as his bubbly fukutaichou) running off to perform her 'daily patrol'. Which, in Matsumoto code, was the obvious substitute for 'shopping extravaganza'. The ice wielding death god's eyebrow had twitched, but he had grudgingly let her take her leave, knowing full well that nothing he said could have instilled even slightest bit of gravity into the busty russet.
Maybe, he realized, he was too tolerant. Maybe that was why no one had yet regarded his echelon and actual age seriously. Though he had never felt an actual need or an incline to bother cultivating obedience from his subordinates, a few of the more revered captains did; sternly and strictly. Or, his shoulders stooped a little, maybe it really was solely his youthful looks that dispelled any and every drop of awe that could have been.
A white blur raced passed his feet, cutting through his legs' randomly picked trajectory while he had been deep in his ruminations. Teal orbs, dappled with a hint of verdant, followed the movement keenly. Without a second thought –or even a first, for that matter, he lounged forward, plucking the tiny pup up with effortless ease, before bounding away and landing safely on the other side of the road. The hurriedly speeding car that would have impacted with the small animal, had it not been for the white-haired young boy's rapid actions, screeched shrilly as its tires abruptly stopped rolling, causing the rubber to grate harshly against the rough asphalt.
An alarming amount of shrieks were then heard echoing throughout the length of the previously orderly street as shocked drivers hastily hit their brakes. Complaints, loud cursing and blaring horns were soon added to the fray while curious bystanders crowded in to observe the show.
The troublesome puppy yipped happily, uncaring of the strife it had just caused. Its small pink tongue lolled out of its jaw as it panted, its furry tail wagging itself energetically. The skin attached to the boy's eyebrows crinkled a bit more.
He gave the bundle within his arms an annoyed look. It yipped anew.
Crouching down, he placed the canine back on the floor and laid a soothing hand between its droopy ears, atop its fine tuft of white hair. Its small face rubbed affectionately against his hand before its pink tongue came up to gently lap at his index finger, tail thumping against the sidewalk to a nonexistent beat.
"Wow!" Exclaimed a girl standing nearby. Hitsugaya had seen her run toward him as soon as he had set foot back onto the solid ground. He grunted noncommittally in reply.
"You know," she continued, her marveled expression morphing into a pensive one, "You're not as bad as I first thought you to be…" Hitsugaya's already deepened frown deepened even more. He had never met or talked to the girl, what on earth could she be chattering about?
"Although…" She paused, squinted at him suspiciously, and then stepped back. She appeared indecisive, her gaze wavering between him and the dog sitting docilely by his feet, before it finally settled back on him. Her features hardened themselves with a stony stare. And a fluidly executed punch landed viciously on his left cheek.
The shinigami winced discreetly, his head still bent to the side from the blow, before turning back towards the violent stranger. That girl sure could pack a punch; he could already feel his cheek turning a bright red and smarting horrendously.
He blinked a few times, eyes still blurry from the unexpected, and undeserved, attack. Had he been a lesser being, Hitsugaya would have been sent flying and unconscious through the day's clear blue sky. Dazedly, he stared at the girl's balled fist, inspecting the lean sinews of her tense arm carefully.
She was no ordinary human. That was a certainty. Though she looked to be a physically healthy person, she didn't have the muscle nor the body weight to create such a frightening wallop. In fact, if she had hit a normal human –even one of those toughly built 'sumo wrestlers' he had witnessed fighting on 'TV'– they would have either been rendered dead or fallen into a coma. Thankful that he had requested a particularly robust gigai from the shady shopkeeper, Hitsugaya's genius mind quickly set to work, trying to work out the odd kinks of this situation.
Mustering up his best glare, he growled out "You-" in a low and angry voice.
But was heatedly cut off by the seemingly belligerent teenager. "That, you very well deserved."
Arms akimbo, the girl glared him down from her slightly higher vantage point. However, the frustrated and confounded first seat of the eleventh squad was not to be intimidated. He regarded her with deliberate slothfulness, wordlessly alerting her to the fact that he was not, in the least, disconcerted by the recent events or her squinting eyes that, he presumed, were intended to form a glower. His eventual vocal response was even and measured, "And why would I have deserved this unwarranted assault of yours?" Through the tight reigns of his strict control, nothing other than the telling twitch of his eyebrow slipped passed to indicate his current irritation.
Kagome gaped. Why did he deserve this 'assault'? WHY he deserved this?
In a quick jerky movement, she retracted her arm, and was about to give him another satisfyingly loud punch, when she was agilely halted by the expectant whitehead. The girl's jaw tightened before she brusquely snatched her captive fist away from his warm palm.
"Humph." She folded her arms to her chest and turned away, looking like a perfectly indignant child. A silent dome promptly engulfed them. The girl's hair and skirt swayed with the passing of a small draft, her face still averted from his probing gaze.
The sound of a soft snort effectively popped the still bubble, causing the oppressiveness in the air to instantly evaporate. The puppy happily plodded its way to the fuming female. It waited, patiently sitting, for her acknowledgment.
Although, when nothing seemed to be forthcoming, it whimpered in the most sad and pitiful whine Hitsugaya had ever heard. The girl, having at last noticed that the whelp's undivided demanding attention was on her, bent down. She smiled warmly at the diminutive canine and scratched the spot behind its ears with fondness. The pup, being caressed and cooed at, immediately thumped its furry tail on the floor, woofing contentedly.
Kagome giggled. The little puppy was adorable, and, though she loathed admitting it, went along quite well with the nasty whitehead. Yes, they just seemed to fit marvelously together.
She looked around absentmindedly and noted that the boy was still dissecting her with his inflexible look. Discomfort crawled to the back of her mind, under his watch, and she mutedly dropped her eyes to the cute little thing (that reminded her so, so much of Inuyasha, despite the droopy ears), avoiding his unmoving stare. "Is he yours?" She asked lightly, attempting to dispel the unease she was feeling, and having already forgotten all about the previous face-smacking episode.
There was a wary silence before he responded. "No. I was merely passing by when he had thoughtlessly decided to run across the street without care."
Kagome loured. It was only a baby; of course it wouldn't understand the danger of the streets. Nevertheless, she kept silent, not wanting to aggravate the markedly aggravated boy anymore than necessary.
The gathered crowd had, by now, thinned to but a few inquiring latecomers who wished to know what all the fuss had been about. The tiny ball of white fur yipped, pawing at Kagome's short green skirt. She complied, gently picking it up and hugging it closely to her breast.
(As she had so often done with Shippou, not too long ago.)
"Do you… want him?" She asked the white-haired boy uncertainly. A nod was given in the peacefully resting babe's direction, indicating whom she was speaking of, despite the fact that the motion was a redundant one. There were no shiny collar dangling from its neck, therefore she had assumed it to be a stray.
(Just like Inuyasha had been, until…)
"No," Hitsugaya answered curtly, "you can keep him."
With that said, he turned to depart, not caring to stay longer than necessary in the presence of the obviously bipolar and aggressive –his still stinging cheek relentlessly reminded him of that fact– girl. Having to baby-sit a bunch of idiotic unruly fools was enough to keep him occupied, he needn't add more to his already brimmed plate. Furthermore, his being in the living world was simply a temporary arrangement; he wouldn't have been able to tend for the critter for long anyway.
"Hey, wait!"
She caught the edge of his formfitting black shirt, a censorious frown plastered upon her face. He waited long-sufferingly for her to finish what she had to say so that he could at long last escape (and, maybe, find a nice remote area where he could nurture his previously tanned, now probably fiery red, cheek).
"I can't keep him; I already have a neko, Buyo, and he absolutely abhors dogs!" Kagome protested. She inwardly sighed. That had been another reminder of himself Inuyasha had uncaring left behind. With him 'playing', as he would call it, with poor Buyo every time he hung around, the cat had slowly, surely begun hating every and all canines it met, especially pale furred ones.
Hitsugaya shrugged. Why should he be concerned if she couldn't keep the dumb thing? It was none of his business.
He took another step away, but was forcefully yanked back by the unnaturally strong girl.
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That day, Inoue Orihime came home to the sounds of enthusiastic gushing and barking. Unlocking the door, she creaked it open millimeter by millimeter. Peaking in, she was greeted by the sight of the youngest captain in Seireitei, sitting kneeled on the wooden floor, sporting a red, punch-shaped mark on the left cheek and the most endearing puppy upon the white nest of his abundant hair.
The genius boy's finely whittled pale brow was twitching something fierce as Rangiku Matsumoto, back from her shopping spree, was bent, hugging the short shinigami's head into the crevice of her ample bosom. The ginger-haired woman was rubbing her face adoringly against the canine's delicate back, while softly speaking to it in a babying voice.
Hitsugaya's hands balled into fists.
"You can't just leave him here and not care!" She had said. "If you don't like him, then you shouldn't have saved him!" She had said. "He's YOUR responsibility now!" She had said. "TAKE. HIM." She had screamed.
And somehow, in some way or another, it appears as if he had relented (though he held no memory of ever doing so), for he was now stuck with the blasted beast.
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That night, as she snuggled into her cozy pink bed (that she really ought to change, she thought, cringing at the colors she had once, long ago, earnestly selected), Kagome found herself reflecting on the strange white-haired boy's actions, from whom, she realized, she still hadn't squeezed out a real name.
The first time she had encountered him, she had thought him a raving junkie with outrageously perverted penchants (not unlike dear old Miroku). Yet, on this second meeting of theirs, his behavior, attitude, and even his kinesics, seemed to have made a drastic 180 degree turn –though she still couldn't determine if it was for the better or for the worse. Nevertheless, one thing was univocal: the alteration of his character had been undeniable.
During the two brief periods in which they had socialized quite rudely with each other, Kagome had noted that, although he had still kept some of the languidness in his movements, it had been done deliberately, and with much more panache than last time. His eyes had also been keener and sharper, not at all unfocused from want of sleep. His trim pastel eyebrows had retained an unhealthy wrinkle of displeasure before, during, and after their short-lived 'talk'; diverging from the lifted brows that had given him a dopey, lost look on their prior confluence.
After much ado and analyses concerning the white-haired boy, she sighed and gave up on finding an explanation other than schizophrenia (which she had high doubts about) or drugs (which, on second thought, she wasn't too sure of either). The highschooler shook her head, purging it of the distracting thoughts.
As she fell asleep, Kagome dreamt of white puppy ears –triangular ones as well as droopy ones.
She dreamt of short white hair along with long silvery locks.
She dreamt of constantly angry frowns.
She dreamt of warm orbs of the color of liquefied gold.
And, finally, she dreamt of astounding irises of turquoise, persistently veiled by half-mast eyelids that were daintily framed with long dark lashes.
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Hitsugaya, settled on the roof of the Orihime residence, admired the stars as a small, fair puppy laid docilely on his lap (courtesy of the strange girl he had had the misfortune to meet). The taichou closed his tired eyes, pondering upon the girl's supernatural might and soothingly fussy mannerism. He heard her nagging voice thrumming through the expanse of his skull as he was lulled to sleep with a warm wet tongue lapping his wrist.
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The next morning, when Kagome got up, freshly awoken, she realized, not without some tidbit of vexation, that, yesterday, for the first time in an awfully lengthy stretch of time, she had forgotten to attempt jumping down the well. "Mou… And it's all because of that albino shorty!"
(With marvelously stunning eyes.)
Author's note: If there are any mistakes, I'm sorry. As you can probably tell, this chapter was rushed and the end result was revised rather quickly (since I felt so bad about not having updated for so freaking long)... If you find any errors: TELL ME!
And umm... just so you guys know, unless you've already noticed, this chapter is set before Inoue's kidnapping… eh… yeah.
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