Setomono Yume (Porcelain Dream)

By Rachel Pollard   [email protected]

 

 

 

~~~~~~~~mild spoiler fer Chichiri and such..~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

                Setomono Yume

 

      A open hand fell in front of me, that night.

      That night I took a hand and a new step.

      My step was toward a new love for things.

      Things that I wouldn’t have paid much attention to before.

      Before you offered me that open hand.

 

      Life was never easy for you but you still flourished.

      Still I am humbled to have known you.

      Known you enough to fall in love with you.

      You couldn’t have known how I felt.

      Feelings in you never stayed the same.

      In the life you lead, and the hardships you dealt with, you still managed  to flourish.

 

      My attention was always stolen by you.

      You captivated my spirit and my heart.

      A heart that didn’t know love the way it does now.

      Now that you have come into my life.

      I celebrate my love for you, the love I couldn’t share with you.

      I forgive you for stealing my heart away, no one I know is more worthy to  have it.

 

      Kyojan was a small providence in the western part of Kounan.  Secluded in a

way.  In the small  providence was my village, small in size not in gossip.  I am often the

spectacle of many jokes here, because my mother had an odd sense of humor and I was named after the village.

Linua is where I have spent most of my life so far, all 25 years of it.  When I was 10 my mother had another child, soon after the birth Suzaku took both of them away from my father and I.  My father remarried my mothers younger sister, my aunt Tai.

Which is a long standing tradition in our small part of the world.  Tai was her nick name, Taishoku is her full name.  I loved my mother, and my aunt, so it helped to have her around.

When I was 15 Tai had a little girl, and this time Suzaku blessed us and let me keep them.  I have a happy family, I do not have a hard life, although being 25 and UN-married is highly suspicious.  Old-hag I am called by the young children, my sister often jumps to protect me, she thinks she is a boy most of the time.  I find it most cute.

      I have told my father I will not marry until I feel my heart has been

stolen by a man.  He understands, my mother had been the same way.  I help out my father with his small store, a small dinner one of two.  Beside the only IN for a few towns, there are only two places to eat.

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      The dream had been to vivid to not be a premonition.  No one would surely

believe me... would they? I placed my hand over my heart and felt it beat rapidly, and gradually go back to normal. It’s been a long time that I’ve been having these dreams, I thought.  And so I shook it out of my mind and rolled over on my mat.  A comfortable thing it was, and also old.  Nothing would make me fall asleep faster then my own bed.

      “Lin??” Tai knocked on the wood panel next to the door.

      “Hai?” I replied back, unsure of what she would be doing this time of night.

      “Done with your nap yet!?” Akoto piped up from behind the door.  And my Aunt hushed her

roughly soon after.

      I chuckled at myself, I had forgotten that I took a nap after closing the restaurant.

      “Forgive me...  I am getting up now.” I slowly got my barrings as I sat up more and pulled my hair away from my face.

      Without much warning my sister slammed open the door and pounced on me,

which soon followed a bunch of giggles from the two of us.  When I was back in the dinning room

my aunt had her tea in front of her, along with another cup of tea just next to her steaming away.  The small heat stream flowed about as Akoto sat down next to her mother.

      We had our evening tea, and now came story time, the time when my father usually came in and put Akoto next to him and told her an old story I had heard many times over the passing years.  I kindly smiled and made my way outside to look at the autumn stars.

      They weren’t easy to see, and it was quiet chilly, so I grabbed the blanket

on the post on the chair out front.  It had been the blanket my mother made for me when I was young, I never liked the stitching much, but it reminded me of her so I kept it as a walking shawl.  I decided a short stroll around the three stores and the Kisoku’O’s house, then head home.

      An unfamiliar figure danced off in the distance, if I knew who it had been

back then, I would have paid closer attention. When I had made my round near the last business

heading home, I heard an odd sound. Then a woman screamed, my friend Tashi’s scream, I could tell.

Without really knowing what I was seeing, I watched.  A man had lobbed off Tashi’s head in a second flat, I was close enough that I could see the whites of her eyes just before her head was clear off her body.  Shock pelted my body, and fear froze my legs still.  He killed her... I couldn’t tell why, but he had. I must have made some sort of sound, for the man who had just slain my friend was looking at me.  Her two now motherless children screamed and wailed for

justice, next to her headless corpse.

      I felt something hit me, then another thing.  Like a brass stick or a large

log.  I fell to the ground and my mothers blanket fell into the mud next to me.  I looked up and saw a staff, a monks prayer staff. The jingling of the rings on the staff made my heart skip a beat.  The crying and the rings seemed to be in tune with each other.  It was soon after I fell the moon shown it’s round face, as if to defy the nights darkness.

      I watched on as the monk who had knocked me down clutched his prayer beads

and prayed for some reason.  A mans scream echoed through the towns front back into the

ponds near by.  He fell, the killer fell to the ground.  I closed my eyes, trying to ask them if they were lying to me, but I knew they hadn’t, I had just seen Tashi killed and another man slain for his actions.

Many of the villagers and fisher men came running to find out what happened.  They came with torches to light the area, and found a bloody headless woman and a man with his head jerked in a way, that it looked like he put his head on wrong and he was facing backwards.

      I saw a hand appear in front of my face, the instinct I had was to slap it away, and that’s what I did.

Until I looked up was I sorry, it had been the man that saved me, and the children.  The man in the shadows I glanced at earlier.  Then I felt it, when I gazed into his light brown eyes.  He offered his hand and smiled more at me.  I took his hand and stood up with his aid.

      “Daijobu??” he asked in a higher pitched voice then I would have thought for him.

      “Emm.. I’m ok. Just a few scratches, and bruises.” I dusted off my clothes and blankly stared at him, something was odd about this man’s face.  He was smiling even though

something this unsettling happened not too long ago.

      “MY GOD!!” Tashi’s mother and husband came running to the two children and  saw the body.

      By that time many of the men in the village had covered up both bodies with

various cloths. And I was out of my daze completely.

      It was quite late when I finally got to change into my night clothes.

Without asking my father or aunt I had offered the monk my room for the night.  A little ruffled they were but still they allowed it.  I was willing to give him my room, after all my sister was happy that I got to sleep over in her room, and he had saved my life.

      After all the commotion had died down some and everyone went to bed, including my nameless hero, I sat watching the candle burning  next to me.  My sister had promised hours of games but fell asleep soon after getting in her room.

      For some reason the extra mat I was going to sleep on wasn’t as comfortable as I’d hoped it’d be.  And with what was on my mind, about what happened, I doubted that I would fall right asleep even on my own mat.

      Giving into curiosity I got up and slowly crawled out of Akoto’s room. I made my way through the small dark house to my room, which the monk was using.  I knocked twice and

waited.  While I waited for the longest seconds of my life, I heard my heart slowly get faster.  What was I getting excited over, he was sleeping.

      “Come in no da.” the high voice chirped, and interrupted my musings.

      I came in rather too quickly, eagerly more like it.  He was interesting to me, far more then I had thought he’d be.

      “I haven’t thanked you... enough for saving me.” I slowly mumbled after I sat down across from him.

      “You forget I am sleeping in your room, and eating your food.  Besides the other verbal thanks na no da.” He smiled more and set down the small chuck of bread he had been nibbling on.

      I honestly felt shy next to him, first time in my life I wasn’t able to think of anything to ask him, or tell him. I just watched him out of the corner of my eye for a moment or two.

      “Are you a traveler?” I looked at his worn down shoes by the bed room door, and then back at him.

      The long pause that followed my question was definatily unsettling, perhaps I said it wrong, I may not be shy most of the time, but I tend to mess up what I want to say.

      “Yes...no da.” He hummed while he lit a candle in front of him with an already lit candle.

      “May I ask your name...?” I couldn’t catch the words before they came out, I blushed a color that would have matched a cherry blossom.

      “You can ask any question within reason, doesn’t mean I’ll answer it.” He said a little more seriously, and he amazed me by taking off a mask, a smiling mask.  I couldn’t tell why, from my angle, but after he finished speaking he turned his head slightly and I saw a scar covering his left eye.

      “That’s an awful long name...” I chuckled and smiled at him.

      “I suppose it is.” Then he surprised me and started laughing himself, his real smile curved perfectly on his face.

      “My name is Chichiri...” he nodded and watched me for a second.

      “I am Linua, if I haven’t told you yet.” I got more comfortable in my spot as I awaited him to say something else.

      When you recall things in your memory they aren’t always as clear as you want them to be.  But I remember that Chichiri and I talked for hours.  I got the impression he was opening up to me, far more then he had with anyone else.  And strangely I was too.

      Sometime in that night I had made up my mind I would go travel with him for a while.  The boldest thing I had done in a long time.  But I felt in my heart something move toward him, I doubt Chichiri noticed, and I was glad for that.  I just wanted to be his friend for a bit

longer.

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      It was what I would call enchanted two weeks of walking around the country with him.  And I felt like his old time friend.   I found out so much more about him in the two weeks then I thought I could about a stranger.  This time we were heading off to meet his fellow Suzaku seishi Tasuki.  I felt in awe the first time I heard the story of the Byakko no Miko and her warriors.  Then when the word of the war in the east hit our town and the fight of the Suzaku seishi, my whole being just cried out for the “good” guys.

      Chichiri has told me fondly of his long lost friends, and I have told him how I wish I could have met them.  He tells me I remind him of someone he knew long ago but that he’s not quite sure who.  Some day I am sure he’ll remember and he’ll tell me.  I can’t help but feel so

sorry for him, and everything he has lost.

       I felt it when I asked him about his family.  There was a bizarre pause before he told me about them.  It wasn’t just a pause between us that was odd, it was the world around us, it seemed to take a deep breath with him at that instant.  I knew that he had a troubled past, and

the only part of it he really enjoyed telling me about was his seishi friends and his miko.  Something clicked in me... I remembered that dream I had so long ago.  It wasn’t a premonition, it was a dream about the past.  I knew his past, and he never told me about how his first love died or how he let his best friend drown when he lost his eye.

      When I came to that realization we were camped out near a rather large lake.  He had mentioned his little brother and sister, and how they loved to follow him and his friends around, I saw it in his eyes, heard it in the shallows of his voice.  Those friends from soo long ago meant more to him then I could know.  I nearly brought up my dream to him then, I am almost glad I didn’t.

When I told my dad I would know when the right one came along for me, I wasn’t in the right mind.  I never thought of Chichiri in that romantic way, but I can’t help but feeling that the night I went out for a walk was the very same night I had that dream, about his past.  Then he was only a stranger, but now he means more to me than...  He means so much more to me.  I hope it is the same way with him.

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      “We should arrive at the palace in a day or two no da.  That is if we can keep up this pace.”

Chichiri glanced a smile at me as he walked along.  I supposed that we were heading toward the palace to meet Tasuki and pick up his old friend Tama-neko.

      “Chichiri when’s your birthday?” I mused more to my self then to him, I had thought for a moment it was my inner voice but it came out of my mouth and back through my ears.

      “You know... in the short few weeks we have talked about everything about each other... that is one question we haven’t asked each other no da.” He stated in a very amused manner.

      “I haven’t really thought of it till now.” I shrugged my own pack back onto my shoulder and picked up my pace.

      “I will be 28 on May 21 na no da.  Am I getting old?” He looked over at me and questioned me in a silly non serious tone.

      “Not old at all young lad,” I got in front of him and did a little dance to get him to laugh. “Why my birthday isn’t again until March 22nd.” I looked up at him for a reaction, but I didn’t get the one I was hoping for.  Since I had asked him to keep the mask off while we weren’t in any villages, I could tell what he wasn’t feeling.  And he didn’t look jolly.

      “Did... I say something wrong Chichiri?” I paused for a second not sure of what to say.  Had I said something terrible?  I didn’t get a chance to find out.

      “No.. not at all, just an old... friend of mines birthday.” He noticed that we had stopped walking and slowly started up again.

      I trailed slowly behind him watching him move forward and forgetting how it hurt him when I just asked the question.  I knew why, it was either the girl he fell in love with, or his best friends birthday.

      “Why?” I stopped moving, the pain swelled up in me, before I could cover my face a few tears seeped out of my eyes and down my cheeks.  There was no turning back, this was the big conversation I was always avoiding talking to him about.  And here I started it off by crying.

I wiped the tears away, the tears that I had cried because I cared for him so.  I looked up to see his reaction.

      “Here..” He held out his open hand and there in it was a handkerchief.  I hesitated to take it, after I did ... I felt worse then before, just the smell of it wreaked of pain and

internal suffering. “Why what no da?”

      “Why do you not tell me of the pain you feel?  Why can’t you share it with someone.  If not me then why not Tasuki-he is your best friend isn’t he?  Tell him.  Tell me.” I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to tell him how I felt, how I feel.  How his past seems to haunt me in my sleep.  About in the nights before he came into my life I had dreams about his more distant past.

      “Lin... My pain is mine alone.  I do not feel necessary to cause you pain with my troubles.. Lin..”

He sounded half angry at me, and half worried.

      “You don’t know.. Chichiri how... could you know?” I asked him a question, I knew would cause him to ask questions.  But I wanted to tell him not ask him.

      His hand gently found it’s way onto my shoulder then slid up to my neck.

He caressed my chin so that I would look at him.

      “Why are you crying...?  Is it because of me?” his lone right eye slowly swelled up in tears, all the while his voice quivering.

      I fell to my knees and held his hand to my chin, I slowly cried for a few minutes before I could continue talking.  I knew it then.  When he asked me those questions, I had fallen in love with him. True love that would break any barrier that would stand it it’s way, and I got

the feeling that it was one sided.

      “You mean... the world to me.  Even before we met, I knew you and your hardships.  I am not crying because anything you did.  I am crying because of what you didn’t do.” I paused a second and felt him kneel next to me. His other hand gently resting on my other shoulder.

“I don’t understand how you can keep everything inside of you.. and not share at least some of it.”

      “Lin I have shared many things with you.” he softly whispered to me.

      “Nothing sad about what happened before you met your Suzaku friends...  you shared their deaths with me... and those hardships.  Yet you can’t tell me about Kaorin.” My words must have stabbed his very core and pinned down all happy feelings he had.

      “You... how could you know her name? Did I mention it...?” Chichiri had been musing to himself.

The answer must be laying in me.

      “I have never told you...  but I have to now.  It started almost two weeks before you saved my life.

Each time I went to sleep I had a dream.  It involved a boy and his friends.

How he loved them, and he was betrayed.  I didn’t know Houjun.  But I felt your pain.  In those nights I woke up and felt my own heart to make sure it was still mine.”  I felt one tear go down my left cheek and another swiftly moving down my right.  I felt it on my chin first.  I looked at him and there it was.  He was crying, slow anguishing tears.

      “Chichiri, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I pulled my hand to wipe away his tears.

Just before I was about to pull my hand away he grabbed it and pressed it against his moist cheek.

      “That pain you felt, and those dreams.  Weren’t one sided.  The night before I came to your village...  I had a vivid dream.  A small girl was crying in the rain holding a bundle of clothing and a dead baby wrapped up in them.  Then I saw her house and the girls mother pale as

a lily.  I know now that was you.  Your father wanted to bury your little brother, and your mother.  But you didn’t let him.” Chichiri couldn’t stop it now, he felt as much pain as I felt when he brought the memories back to me.  His voice cracked and he leaned into me and sobbed.  Through the tears he finished what he wanted to say.  But I knew before he even spoke what he was going to tell me.  “You wrapped your

little brother in the blanket your mom had given you, and prayed to all four gods to give him back.  You told your brothers body that you will never forget how he had to die because the gods willed it so.”

      I wasn’t crying any longer, and Chichiri had slowed some.  I waited for the

right moment.

      “Tell me your pain and I’ll tell you mine.”  I tried to fake a smile, and he just looked at me.  His face sparked a little and I knew he had thought of something.

      “I know who you remind me of.  You remind me of my Kaorin.  How she wanted to share

everything with me.  What hurts is.. that she couldn’t share... how she hurt and why she felt how she did.”

Chichiri pulled himself together.

      “You really loved her didn’t you... and you loved him so...”  I sighed out, I just got it now.  He could never love me how I wanted to be loved.  His heart will always belong to his first love Kaorin.

      “I loved them both... so much.  I know now they never really betrayed me, Lin.  And I still love them.  I always put my pain deep inside me, and never told anyone, it’s how I am Linua.  If I have caused you any pain, I am truly sorry.” He frowned slightly and shook his head from side to side.

      When I saw him shake his head, I sighed in my heart.  I felt so stupid and so weak.  I felt his pain, yet I never understood why he doesn’t show it.  I have been used to showing

my pain most of my life, and being honest when I hurt.  The only time I cannot be honest with myself or others is when they bring up my real mother or my little brother Fi doku (my fathers name) I feel the pain but I can’t express how it hurts to anyone.  This must be the same for Chichiri and his past.  That is why the gods gave me the glimpse of his past, and him a glimpse of mine.  So we know each others hidden inexpressible pain.

      It took us sometime to recover from what happened.  Now we really knew all about each other.

And it was strange after that, we started walking to Eiryou, and not a word spoken until we had to stop for the night.

      After the fire was lit and going strong Chichiri dug in the pocket of his small bag, and pulled out something shinny.  He didn’t look up for a while, and I just stared at the fire, and watched him out of the corner of my eye.

      “Your birthday is on... the same day I proposed to Kaorin, not a birthday.” he said it slowly, and without making a dip in his voice.  Then he held it out to me.  I couldn’t help but gasp at the beauty I saw. It was a hair clip with a butterfly at the end, the color was slightly faded but still stunning.

      “My brother was born on your birthday.  My mother died the next day, and he died the day after.” I closed my eyes and sighed out.

      The odd quiet pause happened again, but this time nature didn’t seem to pause for him, or for me.

It paused to let both of us know, no matter the pain, you can always share it with someone, even if that someone is someone you met only two weeks and two days ago.

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      It’s been one year since that day and all seems wall between Linua and Chichiri.  They are the best of friends and can talk about nearly everything.  The only thing Lin cannot bring to tell Chichiri, is that she loves him.  He cannot bring himself to tell her that he would give anything to just stay like this forever, great traveling companions.

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      Linua sat down for a moment on a rather large boulder, and waited for her friend to come up after her.

      “You are so slow Chichiri.” She teased with a gentle smile that he loved to see.

      “You just got a head start no da.” He put his hands on his hips, in a way that instantly reminded him of Nuriko.

      “Are we close to Mt. Taikyoku?” The 26 year old scopped out the land and gracefully smiled at the setting sun.

      “Not yet, we are actually near Mt. Raikaku.  You know where Tasuki and Kouji are no da.” The monk made his way to sit next to her, and they both watched the sunset for a while.

      Linua had her hair in a braid, which she pulled up into loops upon her head.  The deep green hair shinned in the sun and looked perfect at any point. Her soft light greenish gray eyes flickered on the land below.  While her small round face boar the whole heat of the sleepy sun.

      Chichiri stood up suddenly, and Linua looked alarmed. The mage looked sharply around and

grabbed his friend close to him.

      Her hair slowly fell out of it’s perfect loops as she twirled around him.

Her view was of the things behind him.  The 27 or so men, behind him.  All had arrows and all were aiming them at the two.  Her heart stopped beating and froze Lin’s mind to one thing.  He had turned his back to them so if they were hit she wouldn’t get hurt.

      “Chichiri...” She heard some men yell, and a familiar man scream her name, and the monks.

      Without a doubt in her mind she pushed the monk down as the men started to fire.  Lousy aim, only two actually came anywhere near her or her friend.  But they were the two that counted.   One of them managed to pin Chichiri down by the arm, shoulder more or less.

      A ring of a famous incantation filled the hill, and flames went all around Linua and Chichiri.  Linua still stood, facing what used to be her attackers.

      Lin’s hand managed to find the other arrow, and the blood managed to paint

her hands completely red with blood.  Chichiri saw his worst thoughts unfold before him, and her body fall next to him.

      “It did not hit my heart.....” she shakingly stated to him.  Both were on the ground, face to face.  The monk tried to move, but agony stifled his actions.  Footsteps of two dear friend came running to the two bodies.  Echoes in Linua’s mind, as she focused on her love.

      “I meant to tell you... I-I love you.  I wanted   to give my heart to you. Never found the words.” She managed a weak smile as the blood brimmed over in her mouth, and leaked down

her cheek.

      “Lin.. Linua.. why..? You... can’t.” The monk fought back tears of both physical pain and mental pain as he stared at her lightening face.

      “You would have been hurt.  I don’t want you hurt.  They would have just... killed both of us.  Go tell my... father I baried Fi..Fidook,” she paused to try and swallow the blood down. “I put him under mom’s cherry tree.” her pleading eyes caused the monk to break down, and he knew what was going to happen.

      “I will... and tell... My family.. and Kaorin and Hikou I think of them everyday and miss them..”

He could hardly see the details of her face when the tears clouded his eyes.

      “I don’t have to...  They know already...my...chi...chiri.” she slowly shut her eyes and kept the image of her love in her mind as long as she could.  Then like a flash she saw the whole world spinning below her.  Then she was gone.

      Tasuki and Kouji, and many other bandits had been sitting there the whole time, listening to everything they had said, and did not interrupt them.   Chichiri blinked the tears out of his eyes, and let out a sigh that could be best described as his last goodbye to her.  He didn’t wail he closed his eyes tightly as Tasuki stood over him.  The words reached his ears, about how the bandit was going to pull out the arrow, he chose to just go into the recesses of his mind and cry.

      Kouji had wiped his tears away and gently pulled the arrow from the center of the woman’s ribs.  He knew that she probably punctured a lung, and it must have been the most painful thing.

      “Chichiri... look at her..” Tasuki managed to shake Chichiri back to them.

At first he didn’t want to look, but after he did he smiled slightly, a few strands of hair had

fallen on her face, giving it a bit of color, and she had a peacfilled look on her face, a slight smile like she was finally happy she was able to tell him how she felt.  This look on her face reminded him more of Chiriko’s serene look after he had died.

      “I’ll miss her,” he grunted out while Tasuki and a fellow bandit help him sit up, so they could dress the wound better. “And I cannot wait to meet her again when we are reincarnated into Miaka’s world.”  And with that Chichiri tenderly fell to unconsciousness, and dreamed of the day he can have his first love, and his true love near him again.

      “I can’t believe how fast that all happened...” Kouji sighed out, obviously

upset about the whole thing.

      “I should have found those men sooner... Damnit,” Tasuki got up and kicked the huge boulder that was next to him, with the kick the rock cracked slightly. “I am going to pay

that group back for this.  How dare they come into our territory and... and.. do..” Tasuki knelt down to Linua and placed a hand over her wound.

      “The Sekinuroun will pay for this!” Kouji shouted out.

      “There is a note here boss..” a young man said as he helped cover Linua’s body.

      Tasuki took the note and looked at it.  He thought about reading it, but knew it was for Chichiri’s eyes.

 

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      “A open hand fell in front of me, that night.

      That night I took a hand and a new step.

      My step was toward a new love for things.

      Things that I wouldn’t have paid much attention to before.

      Before you offered me that open hand.

 

      Life was never easy for you but you still flourished.

      Still I am humbled to have known you.

      Known you enough to fall in love with you.

      You couldn’t have known how I felt.

      Feelings in you never stayed the same.

      In the life you lead, and the hardships you dealt with, you still managed to flourish.

 

      My attention was always stolen by you.

      You captivated my spirit and my heart.

      A heart that didn’t know love the way it does now.

      Now that you have come into my life.

      I celebrate my love for you, the love I couldn’t share with you.

           I forgive you for stealing my heart away, no one I know is more worthy to have it.”

                                            A true heart only knows how to love.

                              Yours,

                                    Kawaka Linua

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“Linn!  Stop day dreaming!  Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said??” Kaorin was quite annoyed with her friend at this point.

      Linn quickly snapped out of her trance.

      “Gomen Gomen! I was thinking about that boy next door...” Linn pouted softly.

      “Your brother is on the phone and he told me to tell you that your mom and dad are going to be home soon.”  That evil little misgeivious smile crept on Kaorin’s face.

      “I know I was grounded.  Is Junji still on the phone?” Linn asked hopefully.

      “Fraid not.  Now hurry up or you’ll never be able to come over again lil miss grounded.” Kaorin winked as her best friend climbed out her bed room window, and down the drain pipe.

      Soon after Linn got home, Kaorin’s phone rang.

      “Hello?”

      “Hey! How have you been?” a boy’s voice cheered out happily.

      Kaorin sat on her bed and talked to her good friend for a long time.  Just until he had to go to supper.

      “See you at school Hikou.” *click*

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     ~~Rachel~~  ::beams:: hope you liked it.

   "Itai no da!"

 

 

 

 




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