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Saimu no Ken	By : Gothic_Lust Category: InuYasha Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 1973 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters and plotlines from InuYasha and Rurouni Kenshin belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Nobuhiro Watsuki respectively. I don't make any money off the writing of this fiction.

Chapter List
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Characters.

Chapter Five:
The House that Built Him
"Ah, Kenshin, there you are." Hiko said from his reclined position in his heavily padded leather chair. "Why didn't you answer my call?"
Kenshin frowned. "That was over an hour ago."
"Kenshin," Hiko sighed.
"I won't forget her, Hiko." Kenshin interrupted immediately. "I can'tforget her."
"The dead are meant to be forgotten." Hiko shifted his weight and sat up. "Let the dead rest and give yourself a break."
"Don't ask that of me." Kenshin walked closer to his desk, bypassing the black couches the Higurashi family had been sitting on the night before last. "You know I never will."
"You were thirteen boy," Hiko growled. "Don't allow an older woman such control over your future."
"Like I allow you," Kenshin snapped.
"You don't like grappling with her do you?" Kenshin continued. "You want full, unopposed control over me. Even after her death, you're still fighting her."
"I'm not the one fighting." Hiko stood and went for the carafe where a fresh pot of strong coffee had been placed. He poured two mugs, black, but left one there as he returned to his desk. Kenshin did not move to retrieve the mug served for him.
"You are." He finished with a sip.
"I'm not." Kenshin countered, choosing not to understand what Hiko meant.
"Are too," Hiko responded in childish banter. "She manipulates you in so many ways."
Hiko stood again, left the mug on his desk and did something he had not done since Kenshin was a child.
Hiko hugged him.
Kenshin stood ramrod still, unsure how to respond to the unusual contact between him and Hiko, and then suddenly he was a child once more. He leaned into the affection he had been rarely given and touched his forehead to Hiko's chest. His ears filled with the strong beat of Hiko's heart and the thunderous rush of his breathing. The musky smell of out-dated cologne and something that spoke of only Hiko as his strength and confidence seeped from him and cocooned Kenshin in a safety blanket. Years of turmoil, grief, and struggle melted for just a moment as he basked in the safety, the comfort of the man he used to regard as his father.
He had been the orphan of the organization for so long, since he could remember. Years of walking through these halls alone, training beneath the building endlessly, and tearing himself apart as he killed for a debt he didn't think he could ever repay, disappeared. He was not alone anymore in those halls. He was able to mimic Hiko's every step, jumping from shadow to shadow as he followed. Training became a game, a sport lovingly shared solely between father and son for no other purpose than the bonding and companionship it created. And his debt, it seemed to have never existed. The deaths, his burden for so long lessened on his heart, his mind, and soul for a just a brief second that he could actually think, hear himself and his dreams for that moment, and in that moment, Kenshin gained a bit of hope. A hope he could not grasp, or kindle into flame when he was alone with nothing more than his bloodstained sword and cold gun for company.
Hiko whispered something as he placed a large hand on Kenshin's head, threading his fingers through his red hair, but Kenshin could not hear them. And then, Hiko pulled away.
Cold seeped into Kenshin's bones once more, light dimmed and the shadow he had once been following disappeared from view. The floor fell from below him into darkness where he struggled to swim up to the back of the man he could see walking away from him again.
Within him, the little boy that had been caged cried as he was trust back into the darkness without walls, without soul and light to guide him out of the ever going circle. The weight he had always known returned, heavier than it had ever been before.
From the back of his mind, a woman frowned and spoke over the whispered words of Hiko, drowning them once more.
"I told you, he will never save you." Tomoe embraced the child within him. Her soft, small hands were cold against his frozen cheeks. She brushed the ever-present tears from them and combed through red unruly hair, pushing stray strands behind keen ears she wished she could have covered sooner.
Kenshin stood still, his head lowered where it had been resting on Hiko's chest before the man returned to his desk, and to the reality that Kenshin was a tool of the organization, a sword, property of Hiko and the contracts given by their government.
Tomoe whispered again from the back of his mind. She hugged the child left abandoned deeper into her shield of darkness, and his heart skipped a beat. "You can only save yourself, Kenshin."
"Your marriage to Kagome will be this weekend. I will need you to be prepared, your house is horrible for your new bride." Hiko spoke. His voice was back to the hard, sharp tones of an experienced and emotionless businessman.
Kenshin nodded absentmindedly, not truly hearing what had been said. He didn't notice Hiko raise an eyebrow in question.
What had Hiko whispered to him? Kenshin wondered.
"Nothing you should hear, yet." Tomoe answered. The child's cries wailing above her.
Why? He questioned to himself. What was Tomoe protecting him from that was shattering him from the subconscious out?
"In time, Kenshin. You are not ready for it yet." She whispered and pulled his inner child closer, her frown marring her beautiful face. "Neither of you were ready for it."
"Kenshin." Hiko's call seemed to come from a far distance. Within his mind Tomoe and the crying child faded, and as he lifted his head, stray tears rolled down his cheek.
"Kenshin?" Hiko stood from his chair quickly, but did not make it around the corner before Kenshin stopped him.
"Goodnight," Kenshin bowed deeply and turned away from Hiko. He walked to the double doors out of Hiko's office and opened them. "Hiko-sama."
The doors shutting behind him were loud. The snap of metal against metal rang, cutting something within him, something he once held dearly yet he could not name anymore.
"Kenshin, I'm sorry." Tomoe said as she cried with him.
XxxxxxX
Kenshin did not notice the strange look from Sanosuke and Omime as he leaned heavily on the closed doors of Hiko's office. He rested his throbbing head against the cool dark wood, breathing as slowly as he could. The others did not speak, recognizing Kenshin's need for silence and peace.
Sanosuke pulled his sore, stiff fingers from the keyboard. Even though the stiffness bothered him greatly, he did not crack his knuckles to relieve the pressure. He was unsure if the sharp sound would cause Kenshin to snap.
Beside him, Omime leaned in and whispered, "Do you think he's okay?"
Sanosuke shrugged in reply. Truthfully, he knew there was something wrong. Kenshin had never left Hiko's presence looking so tired and defeated, as if Hiko had reminded him of something painful, worse than Tomoe's death.
"Should we-" Omime started, but the firm grip of Sanosuke's hand around her wrist silenced her.
"Leave him." Sanosuke breathed out sharply. "That is, unless you have a sudden curiosity to see the afterlife?"
Sanosuke watched the blood drain from her face. "But," She stumbled over the simple word in her fear. "He wouldn't."
"He would." Sanosuke turned and continued to stare at his friend as he leaned against the solid doors, as if he were trying to hold back something terrible inside.
Kenshin's face was no longer shaded by his red hair as he lifted his head. Blood and breath seemed to leave Sano then, his grip tightened on Omime's wrist. He did not hear her gasp of pain as he focused on his friend's tearstained face. The sorrow, pain and torture cut deep upon his sallow skin were unusual and terrifying for Sanosuke to see on his normally strong teammate.
The man before him was not the strong, determined Kenshin he knew. This man was a child, kicked and beaten to the point where he couldn't seem to believe he'd survived the tragedy that had befallen him.
"Ken-" But Sano could not finish his whispered cry for his friend. The man who had lifted his head and was now walking away from the door that he'd sealed his nightmares in was not Kenshin. This man was hollow, running on a faint memory of what his life used to be.
As the elevator doors closed behind the red-haired young man, Sanosuke cursed, watched as he rode down to the lobby, and punched his fist through Omime's computer screen.
Omime cried out, forgetting about their lost work as she tried to delicately remove Sano's hand.
"Damn it." Sanosuke cursed through clenched teeth. "How can that bastard let him leave like that!"
"That bastard," Hiko said from the newly opened office doors, "Can't save him from himself."
Hiko walked to Omime's desk phone and pressed speed dial number four. "Shinomori, you're needed in my office. You have ten minutes, and bring your medical kit."
He hung up the phone and turned back to Sanosuke. "Only she can help him." He elaborated.
Sano, however, didn't ask if the 'she' that Hiko referred to was Kagome, or Tomoe.
XxxxxxX
Kagome watched the door closed behind Hiko's back, the lock's snap into place echoed within her. The darkness that was once at bay with Hiko's presence within the empty home came alive and began to swallow the light, reaching for Kagome as she backed into the only lamp in the hall. Her anger receding into fear as the house clawed at her desperately.
She gasped for breath as the suffocating loneliness of the home caught up to her. Dust swirled upon the moonlight gliding through the curtains and condensed into a weight so heavy she couldn't stand anymore. Her knees buckled and more dust flew into the air, filling it with a musky, forgotten smell that tore at her soul.
This place was empty, devoid of any living soul, and any happiness a house should have. Compared to her home, where the walls seemed to glow with the laughter it had soaked up from her childhood, Kenshin's house was sealed up. It was almost as if the white paint wrapped the entire area in a barrier that repelled any sort of happy feeling and memory that may have been here.
She cried for Kenshin, hugging her stuffed rabbit close hoping to channel her own childhood happiness through its downy fur. His childhood must have been horrible if this home had been where he grew up in, alone and unloved without childish fantasies and curiosities. It felt as if the home had been stuffed in a box, like a sock that didn't have a match, and was thrown into the attic to be forgotten and left alone.
Kagome touched the wall, cold paint reflected her fingertips in shadows. She stood with the help of that wall and slowly stepped out of the family room. Seating her childhood protector on a nearby armchair, Kagome began to turn on every light in the house. The kitchen, the living room, the formal dinning room tucked away in that door just off the family room by the kitchen's entrance, the entrance hallway and the right hand corridor were all alight and keeping at bay the shadows of Kenshin's sorrows.
Shadows slithered and faded with each room opened up to the light. Kagome smiled. With all the lights on, the house was beautiful and had the potential for a wonderful soul.
Dust tickled her nose and again she sneezed. She frowned into her hand and walked into the kitchen to clean her hand. From the hallway, her soft white rabbit watched her, one ear flopped over an eye cutely. She smiled at it, but frowned when she noticed the white pelt was covered lightly with gray snow.
Searching for cleaners, Kagome's raid of Kenshin's kitchen turned up nothing more than a simple roll of paper towels and dishwashing soap. With little else to do, Kagome busied herself on cleaning what she could see of the family room. She wondered briefly if she should venture farther into the house, into the other half where Hiko had not gone. However, the darkness at the edge of the soft light condensed into a barrier Kagome dared not to breach without Kenshin, so she ignored her curiosity, and her encounter with Hiko, and continued to clean the dust. She even began to ignore herself as she cried away her pain and stepped into the role of the dutiful house-wife.
XxxxxxX
Entering his home that morning, after a rather long walk to return to his mind, Kenshin felt alienated once more. The lights, which he had clearly remembered shutting off yesterday morning, were on. Silently, Kenshin closed the door behind him and pulled his gun from his back. As he walked up and into the hall, he removed the safety and scanned what he could see of the family room. When he made it to the junction of the house, Kenshin realized another important detail he had missed. The room had been dusted.
Years of his neglected housework had been wiped clean, for the most part, from his family room. He lowered his gun in his shock, walking farther into the carpeted area to get a better look at his cleaned furniture. Then, in the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of silky black hair. He raised his gun level to the small female asleep on his couch, curled tightly upon one of the cushions and breathing lightly. He watched her rub her cheek into the warmth of the pillow she rested on, clearing some of the hair that shrouded her face.
"Kagome," he whispered lightly. Lowering his weapon, Kenshin stared at the young girl sleeping in his home, unafraid of the dangers being his wife will cause her. He smiled and put his gun away. Lifting her into his arms gently, he walked down the hall towards his bedroom, laying her beneath the sheets.
"I'm afraid my room is all I can give you for now." He whispered to her as she shivered beneath icy sheets. "I haven't had the time to clear out yours yet."
Leaving her to rest, Kenshin closed the door and wandered to the kitchen, finding that it too had been briefly cleaned, and in more ways than one.
"Damn Hiko," Kenshin cursed as a preliminary check of his fridge revealed an empty box of pizza and his missing lo-mein.
His pantry was also empty, and with great distain, he realized how much his home seriously lacked. He couldn't exactly allow his new bride to live in a place so full of nothing but emptiness and the graying decay of dust.
With most of his time spent away, Kenshin hardly recognized his home's interior. Though he knew the layout like the back of his hand, he couldn't exactly say what color the couch had been before it had been cleaned. Neither could he say he enjoyed living in a place where even his soft breathing echoed off the bare walls. If one thing, he realized how desperately he missed normal human companionship every time he stepped through his door.
Most days, he didn't spend more than one night at home. He spent enough time to check that moths had not eaten away at his sheets and school uniform, before returning to the relative warmth and community that the Crypt provided.
Now however, with the prospects of a bride by this weekend and an uneasy future, Kenshin could not allow his home to remain in shambles. Yet, today's events left him too tired to even pick up a rag. Shutting the lights off, he returned to his family room and heavily sank into what had previously been Kagome's makeshift bed. Her warmth and the scent of her shampoo weakly clung to the pillow, cutting through the stale smell of an unloved home.
And though the sentiment seemed odd, Kenshin could not help but feel that this is how he wished to return home. Warm, bright, and welcomed by someone that knew and yet loved him for who he was. The years seemed to drain away as he fell into slumber, comforted by the warmth of a home he wished to have and the sweet scent of plum that no longer existed.
XxxxxxX
Kagome awoke in darkness, wrapped lightly in warm silk blue sheets. Blinking sleepily, she rose from the feather pillow and pulled the silk sheets around her, surveying the room through half-lidded eyes.
The room, she realized with quick alarm, had not been the same place she had fallen asleep. Panicked, she jumped from the strange bed and twirled in her search for the exit, wrapping herself tightly in the sheets, tripping over it. She screamed as she fell onto hard wood floor.
The door to the room snapped open, and in the weak light, she saw the tall, red-haired silhouette of Kenshin, his clothes rumpled and a gun in his hands. He blinked when he found her on the floor, smiled and put away his weapon.
"Good afternoon." He crouched beside her. Kagome mumbled a quick greeting as she struggled free, he hands bound to her sides.
Kenshin's large, warm hands loosely pulled her up from her shoulders. Once seated he slipped his fingers under an edge by her elbow and followed the seam down to her hip, pulling it open. The strong tug threw her off balance and she slipped to the side, landing with a deep blush onto his chest.
"There, you're free now." She barely heard him say as she felt the sheets pool around her. She didn't exactly feel free, but didn't say anything, as a dutiful house-wife should.
"Are you hungry?" The question cut through her action of hoping on one foot to get out of the tangled sheets at her ankle. Blinking, she nearly tripped again in her distraction. A strong hand gripping her wrist stopped her from falling.
Facing her classmate, Kagome noticed the mop of red hair pulled haphazardly into a high pony-tail, several strands loose and twisted from sleep. They fell along broad shoulders and framed his angular face, the cross shaped scar standing firm against pale skin and crimson hair.
"You're," Kagome began, but stopped and turned away. It was a stupid thing to say.
"I'm?" The question was smooth, asking her to continue.
"You're not wearing the bandage." She whispered. Kenshin's eyebrows tightened in his confusion. "Over the scar. You're not wearing it."
Kenshin blinked, stunned. He raised a pale hand over the deep, dark, cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. The rough skin almost burned beneath his fingers.
With an odd smile, he flattened his palm over it, blocking the mark of his shame from her. "Does it bother you? I'm sorry."
Kagome lowered her head. She wanted to say no. It was his home, why shouldn't he feel comfortable in it? He could walk around without the bandage if he wanted too, but Kagome couldn't tell him that. With it on, Kagome could almost forget Monday night, and the fact that soon she was going to be his bride. The bandage almost allowed her to hide from her problems, just as much as it allowed him to hide from the world.
"A little." Her words were so faint, she didn't think he heard them. She hoped he didn't. It was shameful, but, she didn't know what else to do.
Kenshin just continued to smile, his hand covering the left half of his face. He turned away from her and began to pull things out from drawers.
"You can use my shower," he said while pulling clothing wrapped in clear plastic bags from his dresser.
She must have worn her confusion on her face because Kenshin turned, hiding the scarred cheek by looking over his right shoulder, and said laughing lightly, "Moths".
Kagome nodded wordlessly, and busied herself by looking anywhere but at Kenshin.
The room, she noticed, was simply furnished, much like his family room had been. There was a tall dresser, that she could hear Kenshin shuffling through, the dark wooden furniture sat directly across from the bed beside the door. On top of it was a large flat screen television that looked like it had never once been turned on.
The walls were bare, left white. The king-sized bed divided the room and was flanked by two small night stands, both toped with shaded lamps standing sentinel beside a large, rough-iron headboard. The intricate weaving and pattern of the heavy art piece was the only decoration in the room.
Adjacent to the bed, the door to a full bath lay open, showcasing a large, spa-like tub from the opening. And on that same wall an armoire stood tall and imposing.
Crossing her arms around her, Kagome stayed facing the bathroom, listening as Kenshin left the room and returned moments later with her meager luggage.
"Wha-" She choked briefly on her words. "What did you have in mind?" She continued breathlessly.
The door creaked where Kenshin must have been standing, ready to close the door to offer her some sort of veiled privacy. "A nice little restaurant not too far from here. I think you'll enjoy it." With that, the door closed, leaving her alone once more.
XxxxxxX
Kenshin watched as Kagome smoothed her hands over her yellow sundress nervously. The train they stood on just made a stop, allowing other passengers on, congesting them into a tight corner where Kagome was only scant inches from being pressed against his chest. Readjusting his grip on the safety bar, Kenshin slipped one hand into hers, squeezing as the train jerked to a start.
Smiling softly, Kenshin leaned closer to her so she could hear him say, "Relax, think of this as my way of thanking you for the notes you let me borrow."
She nodded, but didn't raise her head. As he made to move away, she whispered, "Under the circumstances, this doesn't feel like a thank you dinner."
He frowned into her hair as the car jerked, pushing her against him briefly as he braced their weight.
"Forget about this week, and enjoy the evening." She nodded again, and Kenshin began to wonder if she would ever open up to him.
They exited at the next stop, Kenshin still gripping her hand as he lead her down the streets silently.
Kagome let out a light gasp as they stood before the restaurant. Akabeko's doors were thrown wide open, a crowd gathered in the front laughing with several traditionally dressed waitresses as they served drinks to the waiting people.
"A bit crowded tonight," Kenshin released her hand. "I'll go in to see how long the wait is, unless you'd prefer someplace else?"
"Whatever's best," Kagome tried to smile, but ended up lowering her eyes from him.
"Kagome, if you don't-" Kenshin began, but was cut off with a loud shout from the doors of the restaurant.
"Kenshin! Is that you?"
The newly formed couple turned, greeted by an apron clad young man waving from the podium with a large smile.
Kagome watched as Kenshin waved back, shouting "Hi, Yahiko!" over the crowd. Several people turned to watch the interaction with mild interest.
The boy placed down what appeared to be a stack of menus beneath the podium and forced his way through the crowd, breathing a bit heavily when he reached them near the street.
"I'm so glad you came today, Tae's put on a new menu and she'd love your opinion." Yahiko grinned, his cheeks lightly colored from work. He must have been here all night, Kagome mused, a bit more interested in the relationship he had with Kenshin.
Without waiting for any form of an answer, Yahiko grabbed Kenshin's larger hand, pulling him forcefully through the crowd. Kagome followed blindly, confused as they skipped the growing crowd and entered the building.
"Yahiko, I'm not alone today." Kenshin forced out between Yahiko's ramblings of the menu that neither could really hear over the restaurant buzz.
"Huh," Yahiko turned around when they reached a recently cleared booth near the back, spotting Kagome as she weaved between tables to Kenshin's side.
The boy's brown eyes went wide, recognizing that she was not a usual customer, or a friend of Kenshin's that he'd seen before. A sly grin slit his face, showing white teeth as he jabbed Kenshin with his elbow. "A date! Well damn it you should have told me sooner!"
Kenshin rolled his eyes at the exuberant youth of their host, and motioned for Kagome to step up to the booth before him. "I would have, if you let me speak."
"I figured that Sanosuke was with you." Yahiko served them water, still grinning, as Kenshin sat down at the booth across her, facing the majority of the crowd. "Wait until I tell Tae."
Kagome noted how Kenshin let out a long sigh before asking Yahiko to say hello for him. Yahiko disappeared through a service door near them.
"I guess you're very popular here." Kagome smiled weakly, taking a sip of her chilled water from a glass goblet. Pretty fancy, she thought absentmindedly, taking a quick glance around the room.
The Akabeko wasn't exactly large, but it had a rather homey feel. The colors were bright, the music was low, and the atmosphere was rich with laugher, chatter and the all around happy buzz of its patrons. There was a light scent of spices, and a freshness that could only come from true home-spun cooking.
Date, thank you dinner, whatever this was, Kagome was sure she could at least be civil enough to enjoy such a wonderful place as the Akabeko. Even if it was with her unwanted fiancé, Kenshin.
"I suppose," he said after a moment. "I haven't really thought about it. I've been coming to the Akabeko since I was thirteen so you could say it's my home away from home."
Kagome glanced up at him, catching his violet eyes briefly before glancing away again. "I see, I guess that's nice."
"It helps that the owner's daughter, Tae-san, appreciates my subtle advice on new recipes." Below her eyelashes, she watched Kenshin smile lightly. She didn't know why she though it, or even how she noticed the difference between his responses, but Kagome noticed his smile seemed strained. Was he just as uncomfortable as she was?
Fidgeting with the intricately folded cloth napkin in front of her, Kagome raised her head to fully engage in their conversation.
"What's your favorite color?" The question was so sudden that Kenshin's shock wasn't as well hidden as his other responses had been beneath fake smiles. He took several long sips of his water, wetting his throat against the sudden dryness.
He didn't respond as quick as Kagome would have liked, the silence between them rather awkward for several seconds before she intervened with an answer of her own. "My favorite color is green."
"You don't have to do this." Kenshin finally answered, a bit raspy.
"Remember, you said this wasn't a date." Kagome smiled genuinely, easing their tense atmosphere. "I want to get to know the classmate that borrowed my notes a bit more, that's all."
He released his held breath deep through is nose, calming himself, she realized. It wouldn't be too bad to actually get to know him, at least a little bit.
"I never really thought about it." He answered, watching a woman as she picked her way across the tables towards them, occasionally stopping beside patrons with a warm smile and gentle laugh.
When she finally reached them, she was just glowing, grinning from ear to ear in her joy. "My word, Yahiko was telling the truth." She spoke in a heavy accent that flared a bit on her vowels.
"Why aren't you just a pretty little thing." The woman stretched out her hand greeting Kagome first. "Sekihara Tae, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm the owner's daughter, and longtime friend of Himura-kun."
"Higurashi Kagome," She responded with a smile, but did not elaborate when Tae seemed to be looking for a bit more.
"Higurashi-chan and I attend the same school," Kenshin spoke up, thankfully removing the woman's focus from her. "She lent me her notes, so I thought I'd return the favor-"
"Kenshin, you don't have to be so modest." Tae laughed lightly, handing them a full menu. "Order whatever you like, on the house. A date should be special after all!" She smiled again, and with a quick "Enjoy!" made a hasty exit to leave the supposed dating duo alone.
"Is she always that imposing?" Kagome began unfolding her napkin to make room for the menu under their single light.
"Normally, I'd say no," Kenshin's smile this time was a bit less guarded than the last one. "But when it comes to my love-life, not so much."
"I'm glad that you have someone that cares for you as much as she does." She said as they opened the menu and began to peruse the choices within, mindful of cost regardless of Tae's offer, and eventually fell into friendly conversation. Neither one thought about their imposing wedding day as they enjoyed each other's company for the first time since Monday.
Me too, Tomoe agreed within Kenshin. I hope that you'll care for him even more than I had.

Sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wanted to focus on Kenshin a bit towards the beginning. I'm trying to show how unstable he is, even if it is a bit subtle in the story.
So, yes, Hiko isn't a total bastard. He's just very socially retarded, and has no idea how to interact with other people, especially with those he cares about.
I will post a Timeline for the story after every chapter. So that way no one is confused. But yes, only 3 days have passed since the events of the first chapter. I know, it's a hell of a long time to spend on this, but I need this amount of time for my character and plot development. Rome wasn't built in a day, and this story isn't going to go very fast either.
So I hope none of you mind a slow plot, because these two aren't going to be married until Sunday, which according to my planned chapter outlines, is not until chapter 10. We'll see how it goes. I never stick to my outlines….which is why the chapters take so long to write (on top of other problems).
Sango will show up next chapter in school. Yay! Those two are finally going to meet! Will they hate each other, or become peas in a pod? Who knows… :D
Please review, your feedback is much appreciated!
-Gothic Lust
Chapter Timeline:
Scene 1: Day 3 (Wednesday) ~5:40am
Scene 2: Day 3 ~5:56am
Scene 3: Day 3 ~4 am
Scene 4: Day 3 ~8 am
Scene 5: Day 3 ~5 pm
Scene 6: Day 3 ~7 pm
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