"...And that's how I got a B in the class "

I stand by the window in homeroom fixing the cuffs of my crest-embroidered blazer while one girl fixes her floppy socks, giggling excitedly about her new cellphone charm and others chatter about the latest dorama craze. Looking at the girl next to me I notice how...incredibly short her skirt has become. Mine is mid-thigh...that's normal right? I look at my own to make sure it's not crept -way- up again.

"Oi! To-chan, you lookin' at girls legs fer a reason?" I fold my hands as flames practically burst from my ears. "N-no, senpai. It's not like that." Oh that insufferable...He's been after me ever since the bento box incident.

"Aw damn, an' here I was hopin'..." That grin really bothers me...


I sigh as the bell rings. Another normal day...




All of the cast is now thrust into the modern world. Better yet, they all go to the same high school. Hillarity may or may not ensue.

Maybe if I'm nice to him he'll help me.

I don't want to see him again.

He's rude and uncouth and has quite the reputation for fondling young women.

...

I miss Shigure.

I always remember this at night, even though the inital pain of mourning has lessened. He protected me. He -would- protect me. And here I am with no one and nothing. I need someone to cling to. I want someone to serve.

I am weak.

I'm sad, and lonely, this will fade, this will fade.

Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for myself, my self doubt is uncontrollable at night. I glance at the clock, 4:35. Why can't I sleep?

I roll over in my futon bunching the covers over my head, watching the flicker of a firefly that's wandered into my room light up from behind the cloth.

I have interests, but feel useless.

I want to be independant. No. No I want someone to care for.

I want someone to live for. A deep sadness settles in the back of my mind that makes my neck feel tense and my scalp tingle. My heart thumps loudly in my chest as I realize I can't breathe under these covers. It's mental, it's mental...but I tear them off of me to be safe. The crickets offer no comfort tonight, instead it sounds as though they're plotting against me.

I want someone to stay with me. To soothe my childish panic with soft words and a light embrace. I feel the tears spring to my eyes.

Is it not yet morning?

*nudges Seta-kun* Hurry, hurry Seta-kun. It wouldn't hurt to be more direct.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRjLYElTuSE


*blush and a smile*

Ne, Okita-san, perhaps you should try this on for your portrait.


It would add a little extra something na? Make sure to capture the blue in his eyes Katsu-san.

*collapses into giggles*


Just a thought.

I get it.

I get it, alright?

According to the findings of these aforementioned threads:

http://community.livejournal.com/meiji_restored/34915.html
http://community.livejournal.com/meiji_restored/41039.html?thread=692559#t692559

...I turn men "out". Okita-san, Yamazaki-san...I don't even want to know. This makes no sense, but my hypothesis is sound. Is it me? Or am I just unfortunate when choosing? This must be coincidence.

Kamatari-san stay away! I might turn you "in"!


Oh, and for the record, no Shigure-san did not have...relations...with my brother. *fumes looking green* He most certainly did not.

...

I'll go weep in a corner now.

I'm now addicted to these blog tests. *sighs cutely*

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Of all the (available) men in Tokyo...

I don't know who thought this was funny...and I don't know what a Pokeball is...demo...something to do with being a pet?

This is horrible! Everyone is caught! Gasp!