Life as we know it, is vile and vicious

This is for you guys so that you don't get bored! A little sneak peak at what I do to release rage~~

Remember, just because I use the names of my friends ( I ran out of ideas on names and decided to just use those that are here), doesn't mean I feel anything for the except for friendship, okay? THIS STORY WILL BE YURI and YAOI....with a couple of straights. So if you don't like it, don't read it

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Useless. That's what I am.

" Stupid! You can't get this simple equation right!" my father barked

Stupid? Yeah, I guess I am.

" You Buffoon! You don't even know how to do this properly?!" my mother shouted

Seriously, I did it just now. Those are leftover’s.

" Sano, why don't you stay a bit later?" a close friend asks

Because my mother comments on it and me when I come back a little late hurts my feelings. A lot.

" Sano! Fold your damn headscarf!" a teacher says

I'm only wearing it because the school asked us to. And I'm pretty sure that it hates me too. Just look at it, it goes crazy every time I try to make it better.

" Idiot! You can't even draw properly! You call this art?! This is shit compared to mine!" a person commented

Fuck them. Selfish fuck-tard. Who cares about your art? I'm doing mine happily and you're in my fucking way.

My name is Seiichiro Sano. I am 13 years old. I am a useless tomboy who looks and sounds feminine, not to mention being a short person who doesn't seem to be growing taller. Standing at 159 cm, I have to look up to many people, even if it doesn't really show when I'm near the older guys who are tall.

I have pimples on my face and back. I can't look like a proper guy no matter how hard I try. Most people don't accept me for who I am. If I could cut myself, maybe I'd already be doing it. But...there's no use for that. How the fuck am I supposed to explain it to the friends that are always by my side? The few that like me the way I am, accept me for what I am and want to be friends? What am I going to tell them?

" Oh, I've just cut myself cuz this world hates me, except you guys"

They'd go crying, I swear. Or just beat the shit out of me because I was harming myself.

Anything seems better than what I'm having now. This...stupid thing called depression in life. I hate it. Everyone expects me to be the best. The best student. The best daughter. The best child. The best artist. But no one really pays attention to what I'm feeling.

People don't realize that I tend to hide my feelings under a mask of monotone. An " I don't care" facade. I smile and blend into the crowd. I try my best to be myself in a world full of bitches and

bastards. But, what do I get out of it?

This.

This depression.

Bandar Country Homes is a boring place. Nothing much to do. Let's just place ourselves in Namimori, where there are some places like the shopping mall that you can actually go to on foot.

I walk along the peaceful road. It's quiet, the only thing making noises are the wind and leaves blowing to create a symphony that only a depressed individual can comprehend. I look at the sky, cold and grey. My hoodie flaps around and I am forced to zip it properly to prevent it from

flying away and making me suffer hypothermia. Brrr...That’ll be cold.

I blast my headphones with SID, Kenny G, On/Off, Wakashima Kanon, Linkin' Park, Simple Plan, The band Perry, F.T Island, the works. Currently, it's Otegami by SID playing, which makes me mellow out. It sooths my soul, carries it with the wind, taking it away from my body. I just walk pointlessly on a cold and windy autumn day.

Yeah. I'm starting to develop a mental disease, if you want to ask. I'm perfectly insane.

I reach the stairs that go up to Namimori Shrine. Wow...did I walk for that long? I decide to walk up there, for no particular reason. Maybe it’s because Rob Thomas's Lonely No More is playing. The trees have all turned a lovely shade of red and gold. At least to my rotten mind.

I climb up, legs burning and begging for mercy. I realize that I'm tripping on my cargo pants so fold them up to my shins. Cold air whips my legs and I inhale sharply. It's like daggers to my skin. But I like the pain. I can take it.

It's. No. Fucking. Biggie. I'm. Fine.

I guess my skin's sensitive. Or is it because I nearly scrubbed them off when I took my bath this morning out of frustration. Out of boredom. Out of Curiosity. Ha-ha. I think I need a

psychologist to look at me.

The shrine...is big. And cozy. And peaceful. I aimlessly look everywhere, like a brain dead zombie. As I walk, I find a few monks, wearing those cool robes that you see on Genjo Sanzo. You know, that blond priest in Sayuki. The one that always carries a gun. The look at me with interest. A rather tall one approves me...making me feel very puny.

" What is wrong child? I since that you are troubled" he asks me.

" I've just come here to...to..." I can't say anything so I ran away. I hear him call back for me but I didn't care. He'd probably tell me to repent or something like that. I've had my own share of sins. I'm not going to back down.

Ironically, Paramore's Ignorance is vibrating through my headphones. What a nice song choice. I find myself singing to the tune of the song, shouting it out. For once, I forgot about my worthless life and just put my head into running. Just running. Getting out of this hellhole I call life.

I finally reach the end of Namimori.

One more step, and I'm into Shimon. Great. If I go there, I'll have to deal with Kozato Enma, another Dame-person like myself. I look behind and see lights start to come up. I guess I've been out longer than I notice. One thing's for sure, I'm not going back home tonight. I'm never going home, back to boring Bandar Country Homes. Back to the house I've lived in for ten years. Back to...my old life.

I walk back, feeling chilly as the night creeps and darkness falls. I know that it's not safe. But, who can beat me? I'm in a state of mind that allows me to forget about everything and focus on something. If I did it on killing, I think I could go on for hours, despite being hurt. My mp3 player was still playing. It's amazing that the batteries could withstand this long. Kat-Tun's

Butterfly was playing.

Besides, I already disguised myself as a guy. My emo-ish hair was drenched in sweat because of the running. I had cut my hair at the usual place, asking the short Chinese dude to make a buzz cut at the sides and back so that it'd take longer for the hair to grow back. A long strip of my hair hanged on my forehead and down, slightly covering my left eye. I look totally like a guy for once.

Ha! If only Kyoko-chan and ThoAho could see me now. The dark chocolate hair that everyone liked was gone. It was now a bright orange. My eyes were mismatched, one blue and the other red. Yeah, I'm cosplaying my OC. So what? I did it so that no one would notice it was me.

Luckily I brought a sleeping bag in my bag pack and some snacks. Yay, I seem to have three packets of pocky, a packet of Cheerios, a packet of potato chips in BBQ flavor and some extras. Looks like the saving paid off. I'd survive my dinner now and brunch tomorrow. I look into my wallet and see the bills that I stole from my dad's pocket. I know, it's stealing but the man owes me some money and stuff so this considered fair and square.

Hmm...I could only survive a week even if I'm conservative...maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

To hell with that, I'm never going back. Kyoko-chan, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm going to leave you alone to face the world, more like I'm leaving myself to face to worls. You have Usagi-chan anyways. She's way better than I am. Man, for once, I'm glad that I don't have a boyfriend or a real girlfriend, since I liked Kyoko-chan but I couldn't tell her. They'd be sad. I don't want anyone to feel bad about me because, I don't deserve it. Their love. Their affections. Their passion.

I don't fucking deserve it.

I swear, it dropped a few degrees. I hope I don't get a cold. I pull my hood on and shove my hands into my pockets. It's cold. And I'm 100% miserable.

My breath starts to show, misty, creepy. This reminds me of a part of a cartoon I saw a long time ago. What was it? My Dad's A Rock Star? The main character and his friend go into a basement. The friend says that " People say that if you can see your breath, it means..." I forgot the rest. What a loser.

Arashi's Dear Snow plays now. It's nice. I never knew I had this song on my play list. I look up to the already dark sky, a few stars come into my vision. It's very beautiful. I wish I had a proper camera to take a pic of it.

I hum and sing along with the joyful song. At least to me it's joyful. Maybe I really need to see that psychologist after all...

As I turn into a corner, I bump into a rock hard abdomen and fall down. My head hurts. My headphones dislodge themselves from my ears and I notice how quiet it is.

" OY! HOW DARE YOU BUMP INTO OUR BOSS!" a man shouts. I grimace. It's been almost a day since I've heard a real voice and not just singing.

I look at him with low interest. Suits. Tall. Tattoo on neck and hands. Blond. Calvone's 10th, Dino Chiavarone

" Nah, it's okay! I don't think he did it in purpose, right ragazzo?" his voice resonates through the wind.

" I'm sorry" I whisper, getting up and brushing my hands against my pants legs.

" It's okay! What are you doing here all alone? It's dangerous!" he asks, worry lacing his voice.

Urgh. I don't deserve it

" I'm running away...from my old life and starting a new one" I say, my voice low and solemn.

Lower than it usually is.

" But, you’re freezing! I'm sure that your parents---" he begins to say, still using that worried

tone.

Anger laces my mind.

" My parents wouldn't give a shit about me! I bet no one really cares about me! Don't be worried about me, I don't deserve it!" I shout and run. Is this all that I'm good at? Running?

He calls out to me and runs after me. " Wait! WAIT!" his subordinates run after him.

I run as fast as my abused legs could go, headphones banging against my neck. I twist and turn in the unfamiliar neighbor hood.

Seriously, I'm not going to last for long if this keeps on. I'm already tired as it is. When I finally

look back, I saw no one running to me. Not a soul.

I look at a bridge. It has a bank and some land under it. I guess that's where I'll bunk for tonight. I tiredly walk there and collapse on the ground. I can't move. I can't feel anything. I slowly fall asleep, not caring about anything. My eyes flutter to a close.

I hope I don't get mugged.

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Time and time again

Thirteen

That’s the name the call her. Only when they want to feed off her.

Haruame looks a piece of broken mirror. Her pale body is skinny and malnourished.
Her white hair, long, shaggy and untidy. She doesn’t look like a thirteen year old child. She’s tiny, only as tall as her captors elbow. She suffers from psychogenic dwarfism, a growth disorder that affects children when the feel stressed or when they are kept in abusive confided condition for long periods of time, like how she is kept now.

She gazes upon the night sky while humming Lacrimosa, her favorite and only known song, sung by the Japanese band Kalafiga. The cell door opens.
“ Thirteen” a man says. She just walks obediently to the man. She’s brought to a large room where people look at her with hungry eyes. They launch at her, aiming for her neck.

“ Stop…” she says as they drain the blood out of her small body.

They continued anyway. The pain was too much to bear. Haruame felt like a million needles was being poked everywhere on her body. Why had she been captured and tortured like this?

Because she was an Alamita Thirteen.

Suddenly, she falls still.

She opens her eyes and finds herself in a world filled with green grass as far as the eye can see. The world she often dreamed of. She was wearing a long powder blue shirt and some slacks.

A tall man leapt from a tree. “ My, my. Is this the person who called me? You’re so small! Did you eat properly?” he asked with concern

Haruame stood there, quietly looking at the person. He signed and said “ I can help you get out of this mess, if you want make a contract with me”

“ Get me…out? Away from those people? Forever?” she asked

“ Yes. But only if you make a contract with me.”

“ Okay”

“ Seal.” he said and he pointed at chest. Directly at the space where her Syrkress is.

“ And the deal is made. What will you name me?”

“Sanctus Morganeo.”

Haruame awoke in the room. People were screaming. Sanctus was smiling while killing them. A chain lashed at but Sanctus blocked it and threw it at he person. He collapsed with a thud as the chain hit his head.

The ground shook and the ceiling started to crumble.

Sanctus lifted Haruame and they escaped in the nick of time. Sanctus looked at his master. She was an Alamita Thirteen. She was too skinny and too small. What did they feed her all those years?

“ Put me down” she said softly.

Sanctus did and she said “ And now, we part ways”

“Impossible .You made a contract with me and I’ll stay at you’re side. Those are the deals”

Haruame looked at the sky while humming Lacrimosa. She hadn’t seen the real sky for a long time.

She started to walk away and Sanctus stood in front of her.

“ Leave me alone” she said and started running, only to collapse a few minutes later.

“ Bocca!” he said while rushing to her side, clearly worried about her.

It turns out that she fell asleep.

“ This kid…” Sanctus said while carrying her away from the field.

Haruame awoke later in a nice comfy bed that smelled of lavender. She looked around and heard some one playing a nice tune on a piano. She walked out of the room and went towards the sound of the music. A large sign was on top of the room’s door. “ Music Room 2”

She opened the door and saw Sanctus lashing out at the piano, fingers working tirelessly at the complicated piece. Haruame looked at him in awe. Sanctus noticed someone looking at him and faced back. When he saw her, he said “ That was a nice piece, don’t you think?”

Zian nodded. “ Why don’t you try it?” Sanctus asked.

“ I don’t know how to”

“ Try it. Piano is the simplest and basic instrument. If you know how to play the piano, then you’ll know how to play anything”

Haruame walked over to the piano and Sanctus moved a bit. “ First, I’ll pay a piece and I want you to visualize it in your mind. What are the songs you know?”
“ Lacrimosa…by Kalafina”

“ That’s a great choice!” he said and started playing
Haruame saw the notes and the flow of the song. It was gentle yet harsh. It was the last song she heard before she had been kidnapped.

Sanctus finished the song with a lento [slow] and grazioso [gracefully] pace.

“ Now you try.” and she did. It was shaky at first but she aced it with flying colors after a try. Sanctus was harmoniously playing the violin to its tune.

“ Now, I want you to play it harmoniously with the violin. That shouldn’t be too hard. You heard me playing with you just now, didn’t you?” he said as he handed the violin to her.

She played and got it right in the first try.

Soon they were playing non stop, switching during intervals. The sky had turned dark when they finally stopped. A loud grumble escaped Haruame’s stomach.

“ Looks like someone’s hungry. I’ll make dinner”

Dinner consisted of roasted lamb, gravy and toppings and blackberry wine from 1877. She ate only a small piece of lamb and a few sips of wine.

“What’s the matter? I thought you were hungry”

“ I don’t eat much” she said in that small voice of hers and she left the dining table. Sanctus stopped her and forced her to eat the rest of the meal

“ How do you expect to grow up tall and strong? You are an Alamita Thirteen for god sake! By this age, you should already be above 170 cm and should be able to lift and balance a 65 year old maple tree. You’re too small and I, Sanctus, will make you into the Alamita Thirteen you are!” said Sanctus while pushing her to eat.

The next day, Sanctus took Haruame out. She didn’t even bother asking, so long they get back in time for another 6 hour piano session.

“ I’m going to clean your image. Surely you don’t plan walking around like this.”
First they went to the busy heart of the town. The people looked at Haruame and Sanctus with much interest. Partly because Haruame looked like one of those sewer kids and partly because Sanctus was a tall and eye *cough*catching*cough* youth.

They stopped at one of the tailor shops and a small woman balance precociously on a pair of stilts asked at them “ May I help you?”

“ My master is in need of a closet of clothes. I hope you will help us”

“ Sure! Zane, get your lazy butt here!”

The person took the measurements while the woman bombarded Haruame with questions “ What’s you’re favorite color?”

“ I don’t know.”

“ I think midnight and sky blue, green, purple, black and red would be great colors for my master”

“ Okay, I’ve got the measurements. How many outfits will your closet will be?’

“ Sanctus?”

“ 12. Make the last two flamboyant but nice enough to wear to a noblemen party”

“ Your order is my command! Come back the day after tomorrow.”

“ That’s fast” Sanctus said

Next, they went to a hair salon. “ How may we assist you?”

“ My master has been on an off road trip for the past few years and he came back like this. Can you please help him”

‘ Why is Sanctus calling me a boy?’

“ You poor thing! I’ll get my best hairdresser for you!” the receptionist pushed Haruame into a chair.

A man with spiky multicolored came in looking more like a person who just came out of Visual Kei concert than a hairstylist. “ Hello there, what’s your name?”

“ Haruame”

“ That’s a nice name. Haruame means spring rain, doesn’t it? Very unique. How old are you?” he asked while pouring sweet smelling shampoo onto her dirty long hair.

“Thirteen.”

“ Thirteen?! I thought you were no bigger than eight. Oh well, I guess you haven’t grown yet…”

The man washed and blow dried her hair and gave her some magazines to look at for her hairstyle. Haruame picked the short and spunky style that she liked.

Haruame marveled at the result of it. “ Remember, you have to come back to trim it once a month to make sure it stays that way” he said with a smile.

Sanctus paid for the hair cut and said “ This hairstyle suits you…’

Then they went into a shoe shop and bought a pair of black and purple knee length boots that made Haruame look taller.

And that's a wrap!

Inner Sano is hosting today, since Sano's too busy drawing her pic and was too lazy to type anything in the post...

The above is not a form of the Zidane or ZIdan seiries, because she has no ideas and the workload of work accumalating is piling up. Who asked you to get sick, Kuso Gaki? The ustad said he made Sano sick after he got mad at her for not memorising the versers from the Quran at the back of her book and no being able to answer any of the questions he asked on Tuesday, as ThoAho said.

Man, a person can only go so far in being an idiot...It's not my fault she's not interestic in Agama studies...What to do...the only things that are interesting is the history and not the versers. You try and memorise them. If you have a smart mind, maybe you could. Unfortunatly, she doesn't.

This is an 6 page extertion of her second story. SHe would like you to comment on it...Since the story was inspired by Kuroshitsuji, you get the idea...

Your Friend ( and Sano's *COUGH*Seme*COUGH*)

Inner Sano.

PS: Both of us are listening to MCR's I Don't Love You, I'm a Loner by CNBLUE and Mati Hidup Kembali by Butterfingers.

Zidane or Zidan?, episode 4: ...

Last time on Zidane or Zidan.

" But..." Zidan felt his legs go weak and they buckled. He felt exhausted and still thirsty.

" Zidane!" Anya caught him before he could fall.

" Are you okay?"

" Thirsty..." he said as eyes turned red again

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A low feral growl was let out of the teen's throat.

" Oh no..."

" Anya-chan, run before she goes for yours as well" Sano says as Zidan again fights to gain some blood.

" I'm not that defenceless, Kuso Gaki" she said as she held back Zidan with her hands easily.

* que the teardrops on head. Grimlines form on Sano's head*

" I'll never have a chance with her, huh?" he said as he sulked in a corner while Anya bit her wrist with her sharp canines. SHe then hovered them infront of Zidane, who perked up smelling the blood.

The teen happily glomped up the blood.

THe teen fell asleep.

* This is boring because I have no other Ideas...so...I'm going to entertain you with my very first Fan Fic of KHR...Including a female version * again, flat chested and looks like a guy* of Sano*

A ten years before fic.

A cold stormy night.

It was raining sheets out there, yet a small young boy with black hair was out in it .

He was crying sheets out there too.

Storyline by Seiichiro Sano

Suddenly, he found that the rain was not dropping on him.

“ OY, such a cute fella shouldn’t be in this type of weather” he heard some one say from behind. It was a tall girl with freckles and her bright orange hair stood out even in the dark night covering him with her cloak. She was wearing an eye patch with a skull pattern on her right eye.

She scooped up the small boy, much to his dismay, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t care what was going to happen to him anyway. “I should have died with mommy and daddy.” he said softly.

Hibari Kyoya is owned by Amano-dono.

“ Kagami-sama! I’m home!” she shouted at the front door of the traditional guesthouse at the state of Kyoto, Gizion. She kicked off her sneakers and carried the boy in the old but beautiful bathroom.

“ You clean yourself while I’ll fix dinner, okay?” and the boy nodded. As the boy cleaned himself, the girl looked around the house, searching for Kagami-sama while leaving the nuggets and fries to defrost for awhile.

She opened the fusuma and saw the young man called Kagami-sama sleeping in the living room, a bottle of sake beside of him and the television on, a manzai comedy couple on before Majide was aired. “ This person can’t go anywhere without his sake…” she said while reaching for the futon mattress in the cupboard.

Original Charecters by Seiichiro Sano

“ I heard that” the young man said.

“Kagami-sama, I found this cute little boy out all alone in the rain, so I wondered…”

“You want to keep him, don’t you?”

“ His was all alone!”

“ I wasn’t going to say no”

“Oh…”

“ You’re the one who’s going to be responsible for him”

“ Okay. Do you have any small clothes? I didn’t bring mine from England..”

“ I’ve got my little bro’s old clothes. He can have them”

“ But he’s so small”

“ I’m sure it’ll fit.”

Seiichiro Sano presents...

The Past of a Skylark, 22nd of December 2009.

“ Are you sure?”

“ Look, he’s right over there and I’ll prove that the clothes will fit.”

The girl looked behind and saw the little boy wrapped it a towel, shivering. Kagami rummaged in the cupboard and he found some clothes. He rubbed the boy until he was dry and placed the clothes on the boy. A perfect match.

“ See…”

“ Whatever, come you must be hungry. I know I am.’

She dragged the boy into the kitchen and cooked the nuggets for them [Kagami joined them after}

“ So, who are you anyway? Why were you in the rain, crying? Are you lost?”
The boy blushed. The girl actually saw him cry.

“ I’m… I don’t have a name, I don’t remember anything. All I remember is that my mommy and daddy died…”

“ You parents died? Why didn’t the welfare people take you?”

“ I hate those people. Their the reason mommy and daddy died. If they didn’t come late…maybe, maybe..” the boy was holding back tears.

Suddenly, the boy was in the girl’s arms.

“Wha--”

“ Don’t worry kid. I’ve been through the same experience, my parents died too. That’s why I wear this eye patch. To forget the past and all that’s happen to me and cover it up. By the way, I’m Seiichiro Sano, Earl of Marquise and Guardian of Namimori.”

“ Seiichiro Sano, Earl of Marquise and Guardian of Namimori?”

“That’s me. Namimori is the town I inherited from my dad. I came to Japan three years ago. My dad was a distant relative of the Japanese monarchy. My mom was the Earl’s only relative so she inherited the title. When they died three and a half years ago, I had to take almost all of their responsibilities."

I Also have an older brother. He lives in England and takes care of my mom’s company. He’s 23 years old. You can call me Sano-nii, okay”

“ Oh…”

“ And now, I’m going to name you Hibari Kyouya!”

“ Hibari…Kyouya..?”

“ Yeah! It’s a cool name, isn’t it?”

“ Okay…If you say so…”

“Now, its time for bed. Look at the time! We’ll be late for school tomorrow” Sano said while pulling Hibari’s hand.

“ School?”

“ You’re going to Namimori Elementary tomorrow”

They came to a room next to the stairs. Sano took out a futon out of the cupboard and laid it down.

“ See you in the morning”

“Good night...Sano-nii”

The next morning Hibari was awaken by Sano. Kagami prepared breakfast and bento for them. They set off and within 10 minutes they were near Namimori Elementary. Next to it was Namimori High. The bell rang as they ventured into the compound. “ Won’t you be late?”

“ Nah, the teachers won’t care. I need to get you in” Sano said while going to the register. “ Hi, Kumara- san! I’d like you to enroll my little bro here!”

“ Sano-nii, I’m not your---”

“ Okay, Seiichiro-sama!”

Then, Sano grabbed the microphone next to the clerk and said “ Good morning young kids of Namimori Elementary, how are you today?”

The whole school erupted with “ We’re fine, Seiichiro-sama!”

“ I’ve got great news. Starting today, my little bro, Hibari Kyouya will be starting school here. I want you to be nice to him, got it?”

“Okay, Seiichiro-sama!”

“ Do you want me to walk you the class?”

“ I can go with Kumara-san…”

“ Okay. Bye, Kyouya-chan” she said with a smile and ran off to her school. “ Well, Kyouya-kun, lets go to your new class.” the clerk said in a friendly voice.

She lead Hibari up the stairs and into class 3-A. he introduced himself. The teacher let him sit next to the window. The rest of the day went on without much difference until the end of the day.

Hibari left something at the class. As he headed to the class, there was a small yelp of pain. He went to the noise and found Kansogi, the boy who sat next to him was being bullied by some older kids.

“ Hey!” the word came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

The older boys looked at him and said “ Who the heck are you?”

“ I’m-- Hibari Kyouya and I demand you to stop bullying Kansogi!”

“ Oh, you that old hag’s little brother, aren’t you?” the biggest of them said and he slammed Hibari to the wall, driving the breath out of him.

“ We’ll teach young kids to stay out of the big boy game!” he said and pounded Hibari. He tried to stop them but he was so weak…

“ Kamikorosu..” a cold, dark voice said slowly

“ Ahh!!! Its Seiichiro! Run!”

But its too late. Seiichiro pinned them to the floor with inhumane strength and agility. “Please forgive us, Seiichiro-sama!” they pinned but Sano was some one totally different person. She had black markings on her face and body. The roman numbers ‘13 ’ engraved on her arm and a couple markings on it too. Her strange dark turquoise eyes looked like endless mirrors.

Hibari saw what happen but he fainted. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed with Sano snoring loudly on the small visitor chair. The markings were gone and she looked pretty normal. He poked Sano’s forehead and called her but she didn’t stir, waking only to say “ The cheese! I love the cheese!”


“ You saw it, didn’t you?”

Hibari looked at the door. Kagami stood at the door, looking at him with a white doctor coat. “ See what?”

“ Sano’s true form.”

Sano’s true form? That struck Hibari like a lightning bolt. Those endless mirrors. That horrible face. The ‘Kamikorosu’. Was that the real Sano-nii, not the nice, friendly Sano-nii that he knew. Yet she was there, childish and not looking like that person at all.

“ That’s the person that the whole town respects. That’s the real Seiichiro Sano, the actual Earl of Marquise and Guardian of Namimori. She only look and acts like the Sano she is when she doesn’t see any criminals.”

“ So?”

“ Nothing. I just wanted you to know.” Kagami said and left him alone. Hibari looked down at Sano, who’s eye patch was on his side. He looked and his hand reached sub-consciously. He was almost touching the fabric when Sano snatched his hand “ You really don’t want to see what’s under it” she said with a smile.

“ Why?”

“ Because I said so” she said before drifting off to Lala Land

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Check this out!

http://hanashiki.livejournal.com/111503.html

It will leave you in stiches even if it's only two pages of drawings.

My mind has shut down because of the stress I faced in school today and the amount of work I have to complete during the weekend.

WAHHOO!!! GOING TO KYOKO-CHAN'S BRO'S B-DAY TOMOROW AT 5! Have to bring my brother...

What gift should I give him? I have a good collection of books and comics and magazines.

I have Gempak * all the older ones...It's been a few months since I bought a new one*, Kreko * same with Gempak* and the other one...

It's funny reading KHR and Kuroshitsuji in BM. I'm not sure if they still have it in the latest copies of Arena.

Kuroshitsuji, Chapter 12.

" Nanti...Nanti dulu!!!! Siapa mereka semua ini?! Memori awak lansung tidak dramatik!!!" Grell will say in one part

* Wait...Wait a minute! Who the heck are they?! Your memories aren't dramatic at all!!!*

" Sebas Kecil!!!" he shout. I LOLed at this one. It's supposed to be Little Sebas...In the anime it's Sebas-chan.

KHR, Chapter 133.

Squalo's trademark shout " VOIII!!!!" is turned into "OUUIII!!!"

Half of what they say is pretty funny. I could smuggle it at Kyoko-chan's party tomorow but If you want to read it, I could try and translate it some other time if you wanna read it Leah-chan.

Seiichiro Sano is now shutting down.

Your Friend,

Seiichiro Sano