A Secret of Love (Ronin Warriors)
Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 9:54 am
AN: Yeah yeah, here's another fic from this unknown Anime. *sigh* enjoy
A Secret of Love
Chapter 1
To achieve a state of peace is a task that some spend their whole life just to gain. For some, to find this peace can be as simple as remembering a special moment, for others it might just be returning to a place of trust. In either case, to find this peace allows one's mind, body, and heart to forget their troubles. To forget that lingering pain, or wavering guilt. To have even a small moment of freedom will enable someone to be happier, even if it is for that moment. Sadly, some may resort to drastic means to have this peace. They feed off of it like a drug, until the once beautiful and delicate feeling becomes something dark, and even deadly.
Our tale begins with the questions of troubled hearts, and the peace that they were allowed to find.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Water, the element on which we depend on most, served more then its original purpose one crisp morning. Though the spring's air held an icy chill, and the ground were still stiff from winter's sleep, someone found their way to the lake to have them self a swim. Who would be so crazy, you may ask, to swim in waters as cold as the ice it had once been? Ask the boy who had to endure the long winter before returning to his sanctum, and was obligated to wait till the translucent waters were once again returned to their liquid form.
Mori Shin had always loved the water. He always felt a sense of assurance whenever submerged under the water depths, no matter what nature the water's climate may have been. At times, he felt that he could become a part of the water. To be lose, and yet solid, but always moving with some form of life. Quiet, and happy, it was like living a dream for Shin whenever he allowed himself to just rest there within the water. He felt as though nothing could ever be wrong.
But all peace must end in one way or another. This was, for Shin, when one reoccurring thought comes crawling back from the deepest corners of his mind, to flash like a beam of bright light before him.
Shin's eyes snapped opened, breaking his concentration of his once dreamlike state under water, to a crashing reality that his body was now beginning to react due to lack of air. With a sudden pulse of energy, Shin kicked his way through the water, climbing through the waters depths.
His head was the first to break the surface of the lake. Water droplets fell from his hair like small pears in sunlight. His lungs gasped in graceful amounts of air, relieving the burning sensation that plagued his chest.
Shin only sighed. He was happy. This was a true happiness. A feeling that is so strong that it completely consumes you, and protects you from outside troubles like a soft blanket. Sadly inner struggles made up for whatever could hurt you from the outside.
The same, constant, nagging, annoying thought came back to haunt Shin, even though his attempts to keep it at bay. Violently he shook head back and forth trying physically to remove it, causing even more droplets to fly from his hair, and rippling the water around him.
'No' Shin thought, 'I must not let myself keep thinking about that. It's best just to try and forget. To forget about . . .'
"Shin!" a voice called.
"Huh," turning himself in the water to face the shore, he saw some one approaching the lake.
"Shin! Where are you?" the voice called once again, this time louder in volume.
"Nasuti," he said happily once recognizing the voice, and began to swim toward the lake's dock.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Shin! Shin! Oh, where could he be," Nasuti could always execute a wonderful performance of the worried older sister whenever something was wrong with one of her "little brothers."
Also know as, the Samurai Troopers.
The five young men, who were responsible for defending the world against the forces of darkness, became the family she had somehow winded up taking care of.
Although not related by blood, the bond they all shared broke the difference of relation, and made them the perhaps most confusing family in all of Japan. This was all right though, because none seemed to mind treating their older sister the same way she treated them as brothers.
"Shiiiinnn!"
"Over here Nasuti-san!" Towards the lake, a voice was heard. From the dock closest to her home, emerge the body of her friend. But in the still pale light of the growing day, his dampen flesh seem to glow an eerie light, like a forgotten spirit from long ago.
Nasuti had other thoughts though.
"Mouri Shin! Have you completely lost your mind?" She approaches him on the dock, as he began to dry off his nearly nude self with one of her bath towels.
"I'm sorry Nasuti-san, I just couldn't resist," It had first time in over three mouths that the lake's waters had been thawed, and the ice had been ridden by sun light's daze, and who was he then the wielder of Suiko, to disobey the whims of the inner nature of his armor.
Nasuti gave him her own version of "humph" and snatch the towel form his grip, then furiously began to rub it through his hair, determined not to leave one droplet remaining in his auburn locks.
"I would have never thought that you, out of everyone else, I would have to worry about. But no, here I find you swimming around in close to freezing waters!"
He laughs softly at her, and stared down at her with a mellow gaze, "Oh, don't worry about me Nasuti-san. I don't need to be looked after like a child."
"You say that now, but just wait till you get sick, and will be begging for good old Nee-san to take care of you," her words only affect on him was to cause him to chuckle a bit louder, much to her disappointment.
She only sigh, knowing that no matter what she did, nothing could convince him to stop these ventures to the lake for a quick dip, and nothing he could do could keep her temper fueled for long. Out of all the troopers, he was perhaps the least troublesome.
When dealing with Ryo's temper, Shuu’s nagging, Touma's sarcastic nature, and Seiji's stoic manner, close to everyday basis, Shin's placid nature was always welcome, and tended to have Nasuti favor him at times.
This is why on days when he pulls stunts like this, she often believes the worst, and would do what she was best at.
Worrying.
"Come on then, before Shuu and Touma wake up and finish your breakfast for you."
"Wouldn't want that to happen."
The two began to walk back the worn path to the manor, to officially start the day with the other members of their strange household.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Yagyu manor attractive those all sorts it seemed. From warriors and demons, to houseguests and unexpected visitors, the once nearly vacant household always seems to now have some rumble of life existing within.
Although with homes of their own, the Samurai Troopers couldn't resist the urge to return to their sergeant place of residents, and often times, Nasuti thought, just to annoy her.
Not that she was minded their prolong visits of course; she was more then happy to have them over. All five had been accepted into a near by high school, and it was just more convenient for all of them to house with her, then to find own residents. It was also cheaper.
With open arms, she happily accepted them all, but little did she know; she was also at times had to play mother to them. Especially when a certain houseguest had, despite her warnings, receive a dashing fever of. . .
"102 degrees. In other words, you’re not doing any much better Shin," she stated, shaking the thermometer.
"I'm sorry again Nasuti-san. I never expected to get-" a rage of coughing over came him, jerking him with each cough he covered with his hand.
At the calm of his coughing, she handed the poor boy a glass of water that sat at his nightstand, and then once done wetting his pallet, urged him to lie back down. "I know Shin, I know. And there is really nothing to be sorry for. You really can't help it if you get sick or not."
She stood up, and made her way towards the door, "I'll go and make some tea, and you stay and rest for awhile."
"Arigato Nasuti-neesan," he grinned.
"Your welcome, besides it's my job after all, isn't it?" she winked at him and then left him, with only with runny noise and afflictive throat for company.
He hated being sick. He would rather be up fighting the warlords all over again then be here, lying in a layer of his own sticky sweat and phlegm. His flesh was inflamed, but yet a consent chill pulled the woven blankets against him, until his body betrayed his senses of temperature, and he was forced to kick them off him again.
Not to mention the coughing, the sneezing, and the pile of used tissues beside the bed. The headache caused by flow of mucus that went straight to his allying nose, which had grown sore from constant blowing.
There was a whole list of complaints he could come up with it, but though all the hacking and the hot and cold flashes, there was one benefit to being the sick kid. A room to himself.
Since he and the others had arrived at Nasuti’s home, it was thought best that they would share rooms, so not to inconvenience her any further then they already had. It wasn't like there wasn't enough space for all to have their own rooms, but then again, when they were practically living off her, and having three free meals a day, you could at least not have her worry about a few extra rooms.
But since he was sick, his former roommate, Shuu, had been kicked out, and their room had been condemned quarantine till further noticed.
This also meant, for the next couple of nights, his room would be void of Shuu’s snoring. Not that he could enjoy a full night's rest, but a quite evening was well worth it.
Let Ryo deal with Shuu’s blaring melodies. Speaking of Ryo.
"Knock, knock, you awake?" Standing in the doorway to his room, Ryo leaned against the edging, waiting for his response.
"Yeah, I'm awake," Shin moved to sit up, as Ryo moved across the room, and sat at the edge of his bed.
"Hey, how ya feeling?"
"Not too much better I'm afraid," as if to see for himself, Ryo raised his hand, to gently place it against his forehead.
"Yeah, you’re still pretty warm, bud. Your face is pretty flush to."
"Umm . . . Y-yeah," his eyes turned down cast, as Ryo's touch leaves his head.
"Ryo, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, Hi Nasuti? What's up?"
"At the moment Shin's temperature, and yours might be as well if you don't get out of here," she carried with her a tray holding a steaming tea cup, and some medicine, which soon accompanied Shin's water glass on the night stand.
"What about you?"
"I'll take my chances, now scat!" she shoed him off, as he retreated towards the hallway.
"I'll sneak you some real food later Shin!" he called back, and disappeared from the room.
"I swear, you guys practically ask for trouble," the jaded eyed women sighed, handing the sick Shin his tea, "Drink up, I didn't let it boil all the way, so it shouldn't burn your tongue, but still be careful."
"I will," he sipped the tea slowly, enjoying the warm sweet taste that met his lips. She added just enough honey, so not to take away the true flavor of the tea itself. It was a welcome relief. Before he was allowed to finish it though, she handed him two pills, which he regrettably swallowed down his sore throat, but again, he knew if he didn't then he would never get better.
He was all ready to return to his inward battle of him verse his own nose, when Nasuti's next action, nearly made him jump out of the bed.
With clear and fluid movements, her slender hands began to undo the buttons on his pajama top, exposing his bare chest to the air around them, and cause him to flush three times fold.
"Nausti! What are you doing?!" he attempted to stop her hands, but with ease she finished her task.
"Oh come now, Shin. It's not like nothing I haven't already seen before, you know," she reached over, back to the tray, and pick up a small blue jar. As soon as she cracked the jar open, even Shin stuff up nose could clearly smell whatever derived from that jar.
"What is that?"
"It will help you breath, now lay back," she gently push him back to the pillows, and the proceeded to rub the strong smelling substance upon his chest.
It was familiar, and yet, he couldn't place where or when he had smelt it before. It was like some strong herb of some sort, which had been chilled at the peak of some mountain, far off north. The smell alone could over power all of his senses, all but one.
The feel of Nasuti's hands, gentle massaging the odd cream onto his chest. Her hands were warm, and gentle, but careful of where exactly she touched him. Not as low as his stomach, but more around the collarbone and this pectorals. At that time though, he really didn't care where she touch, he just knew it felt good.
It reminded him . . .
It reminded him his sister, who always seemed to know when his younger self needed comforted and held, though the times his mother was to sickly to take care of him. He remembers when he would use to curl up in her arms and listen to her tales about the sea.
Before he realized it, he found himself falling into a light slumber.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Sayoko . . ."
"Did you say something Shin?" when no reply was heard, she look up to find the young man she was caring for had been taken away to the land of dreams.
She softly smiled, and re-buttoned his shirt, "Magic fingers, eh Shin?" she mused when the last of the buttons was fasten.
He looks so young when he sleeps, she thought, seeing his relax face with slumber. It would almost seem that he was one who held no worries of his own, although Nasuti knew that was far from true. There was something bothering her young friend, and she was determined to find out what.
But . . .
That could wait till after he recovered. Brushing away his bangs, she, with a feather's touch, kiss his heated brow with her lips, "Sweet dreams Shin," and then she left, closing the door behind her, to leave the boy with his dreams.
Translations:
Nee-san- Sister
Suiko- Shin’s armor of the Torrent.
Disclaimer:
Seiji: C.G!!! What do you think you are doing!!!
C.G: What? What are you talking about?
Seiji: You know what I’m talking about! What do you think you are doing writing a Shin and Nausti Fic! She supposed to be with me!
C.G: Says who?
Seiji: *points to a million screaming Seiji/Nausti fan girls*
C.G: Oh . . .
Shin: What’s wrong with that?
Seiji: Shin! Where did you come from.
Shin: That doesn’t matter, what’s wrong with the idea of Nausti-san and I dating? I mean we are the closet in age, and besides, why dose she always have to end up with you or Ryo? Why can’t the nice guy finish first?
C.G: Go Shin-kun!
Seiji: Oh yeah *glare*
Shin: Yeah *glares back*
*Glaring contest*
C.G: Well. . . um, while those two are going at it, I would like to say that I don’t own the troopers
Shu: And once again, I thank you Kami-sama for all the food I can eat!
C.G: *takes out crowbar*
Shu: Epp *runs away*
C.G: And once again I would like to thank Max for once again beta-ing my junk. Till later
*Shin and Seiji still glaring*
C.G: Gezzes, Shin can be scary when he’s mad . . . TBC
A Secret of Love
Chapter 1
To achieve a state of peace is a task that some spend their whole life just to gain. For some, to find this peace can be as simple as remembering a special moment, for others it might just be returning to a place of trust. In either case, to find this peace allows one's mind, body, and heart to forget their troubles. To forget that lingering pain, or wavering guilt. To have even a small moment of freedom will enable someone to be happier, even if it is for that moment. Sadly, some may resort to drastic means to have this peace. They feed off of it like a drug, until the once beautiful and delicate feeling becomes something dark, and even deadly.
Our tale begins with the questions of troubled hearts, and the peace that they were allowed to find.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Water, the element on which we depend on most, served more then its original purpose one crisp morning. Though the spring's air held an icy chill, and the ground were still stiff from winter's sleep, someone found their way to the lake to have them self a swim. Who would be so crazy, you may ask, to swim in waters as cold as the ice it had once been? Ask the boy who had to endure the long winter before returning to his sanctum, and was obligated to wait till the translucent waters were once again returned to their liquid form.
Mori Shin had always loved the water. He always felt a sense of assurance whenever submerged under the water depths, no matter what nature the water's climate may have been. At times, he felt that he could become a part of the water. To be lose, and yet solid, but always moving with some form of life. Quiet, and happy, it was like living a dream for Shin whenever he allowed himself to just rest there within the water. He felt as though nothing could ever be wrong.
But all peace must end in one way or another. This was, for Shin, when one reoccurring thought comes crawling back from the deepest corners of his mind, to flash like a beam of bright light before him.
Shin's eyes snapped opened, breaking his concentration of his once dreamlike state under water, to a crashing reality that his body was now beginning to react due to lack of air. With a sudden pulse of energy, Shin kicked his way through the water, climbing through the waters depths.
His head was the first to break the surface of the lake. Water droplets fell from his hair like small pears in sunlight. His lungs gasped in graceful amounts of air, relieving the burning sensation that plagued his chest.
Shin only sighed. He was happy. This was a true happiness. A feeling that is so strong that it completely consumes you, and protects you from outside troubles like a soft blanket. Sadly inner struggles made up for whatever could hurt you from the outside.
The same, constant, nagging, annoying thought came back to haunt Shin, even though his attempts to keep it at bay. Violently he shook head back and forth trying physically to remove it, causing even more droplets to fly from his hair, and rippling the water around him.
'No' Shin thought, 'I must not let myself keep thinking about that. It's best just to try and forget. To forget about . . .'
"Shin!" a voice called.
"Huh," turning himself in the water to face the shore, he saw some one approaching the lake.
"Shin! Where are you?" the voice called once again, this time louder in volume.
"Nasuti," he said happily once recognizing the voice, and began to swim toward the lake's dock.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Shin! Shin! Oh, where could he be," Nasuti could always execute a wonderful performance of the worried older sister whenever something was wrong with one of her "little brothers."
Also know as, the Samurai Troopers.
The five young men, who were responsible for defending the world against the forces of darkness, became the family she had somehow winded up taking care of.
Although not related by blood, the bond they all shared broke the difference of relation, and made them the perhaps most confusing family in all of Japan. This was all right though, because none seemed to mind treating their older sister the same way she treated them as brothers.
"Shiiiinnn!"
"Over here Nasuti-san!" Towards the lake, a voice was heard. From the dock closest to her home, emerge the body of her friend. But in the still pale light of the growing day, his dampen flesh seem to glow an eerie light, like a forgotten spirit from long ago.
Nasuti had other thoughts though.
"Mouri Shin! Have you completely lost your mind?" She approaches him on the dock, as he began to dry off his nearly nude self with one of her bath towels.
"I'm sorry Nasuti-san, I just couldn't resist," It had first time in over three mouths that the lake's waters had been thawed, and the ice had been ridden by sun light's daze, and who was he then the wielder of Suiko, to disobey the whims of the inner nature of his armor.
Nasuti gave him her own version of "humph" and snatch the towel form his grip, then furiously began to rub it through his hair, determined not to leave one droplet remaining in his auburn locks.
"I would have never thought that you, out of everyone else, I would have to worry about. But no, here I find you swimming around in close to freezing waters!"
He laughs softly at her, and stared down at her with a mellow gaze, "Oh, don't worry about me Nasuti-san. I don't need to be looked after like a child."
"You say that now, but just wait till you get sick, and will be begging for good old Nee-san to take care of you," her words only affect on him was to cause him to chuckle a bit louder, much to her disappointment.
She only sigh, knowing that no matter what she did, nothing could convince him to stop these ventures to the lake for a quick dip, and nothing he could do could keep her temper fueled for long. Out of all the troopers, he was perhaps the least troublesome.
When dealing with Ryo's temper, Shuu’s nagging, Touma's sarcastic nature, and Seiji's stoic manner, close to everyday basis, Shin's placid nature was always welcome, and tended to have Nasuti favor him at times.
This is why on days when he pulls stunts like this, she often believes the worst, and would do what she was best at.
Worrying.
"Come on then, before Shuu and Touma wake up and finish your breakfast for you."
"Wouldn't want that to happen."
The two began to walk back the worn path to the manor, to officially start the day with the other members of their strange household.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Yagyu manor attractive those all sorts it seemed. From warriors and demons, to houseguests and unexpected visitors, the once nearly vacant household always seems to now have some rumble of life existing within.
Although with homes of their own, the Samurai Troopers couldn't resist the urge to return to their sergeant place of residents, and often times, Nasuti thought, just to annoy her.
Not that she was minded their prolong visits of course; she was more then happy to have them over. All five had been accepted into a near by high school, and it was just more convenient for all of them to house with her, then to find own residents. It was also cheaper.
With open arms, she happily accepted them all, but little did she know; she was also at times had to play mother to them. Especially when a certain houseguest had, despite her warnings, receive a dashing fever of. . .
"102 degrees. In other words, you’re not doing any much better Shin," she stated, shaking the thermometer.
"I'm sorry again Nasuti-san. I never expected to get-" a rage of coughing over came him, jerking him with each cough he covered with his hand.
At the calm of his coughing, she handed the poor boy a glass of water that sat at his nightstand, and then once done wetting his pallet, urged him to lie back down. "I know Shin, I know. And there is really nothing to be sorry for. You really can't help it if you get sick or not."
She stood up, and made her way towards the door, "I'll go and make some tea, and you stay and rest for awhile."
"Arigato Nasuti-neesan," he grinned.
"Your welcome, besides it's my job after all, isn't it?" she winked at him and then left him, with only with runny noise and afflictive throat for company.
He hated being sick. He would rather be up fighting the warlords all over again then be here, lying in a layer of his own sticky sweat and phlegm. His flesh was inflamed, but yet a consent chill pulled the woven blankets against him, until his body betrayed his senses of temperature, and he was forced to kick them off him again.
Not to mention the coughing, the sneezing, and the pile of used tissues beside the bed. The headache caused by flow of mucus that went straight to his allying nose, which had grown sore from constant blowing.
There was a whole list of complaints he could come up with it, but though all the hacking and the hot and cold flashes, there was one benefit to being the sick kid. A room to himself.
Since he and the others had arrived at Nasuti’s home, it was thought best that they would share rooms, so not to inconvenience her any further then they already had. It wasn't like there wasn't enough space for all to have their own rooms, but then again, when they were practically living off her, and having three free meals a day, you could at least not have her worry about a few extra rooms.
But since he was sick, his former roommate, Shuu, had been kicked out, and their room had been condemned quarantine till further noticed.
This also meant, for the next couple of nights, his room would be void of Shuu’s snoring. Not that he could enjoy a full night's rest, but a quite evening was well worth it.
Let Ryo deal with Shuu’s blaring melodies. Speaking of Ryo.
"Knock, knock, you awake?" Standing in the doorway to his room, Ryo leaned against the edging, waiting for his response.
"Yeah, I'm awake," Shin moved to sit up, as Ryo moved across the room, and sat at the edge of his bed.
"Hey, how ya feeling?"
"Not too much better I'm afraid," as if to see for himself, Ryo raised his hand, to gently place it against his forehead.
"Yeah, you’re still pretty warm, bud. Your face is pretty flush to."
"Umm . . . Y-yeah," his eyes turned down cast, as Ryo's touch leaves his head.
"Ryo, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, Hi Nasuti? What's up?"
"At the moment Shin's temperature, and yours might be as well if you don't get out of here," she carried with her a tray holding a steaming tea cup, and some medicine, which soon accompanied Shin's water glass on the night stand.
"What about you?"
"I'll take my chances, now scat!" she shoed him off, as he retreated towards the hallway.
"I'll sneak you some real food later Shin!" he called back, and disappeared from the room.
"I swear, you guys practically ask for trouble," the jaded eyed women sighed, handing the sick Shin his tea, "Drink up, I didn't let it boil all the way, so it shouldn't burn your tongue, but still be careful."
"I will," he sipped the tea slowly, enjoying the warm sweet taste that met his lips. She added just enough honey, so not to take away the true flavor of the tea itself. It was a welcome relief. Before he was allowed to finish it though, she handed him two pills, which he regrettably swallowed down his sore throat, but again, he knew if he didn't then he would never get better.
He was all ready to return to his inward battle of him verse his own nose, when Nasuti's next action, nearly made him jump out of the bed.
With clear and fluid movements, her slender hands began to undo the buttons on his pajama top, exposing his bare chest to the air around them, and cause him to flush three times fold.
"Nausti! What are you doing?!" he attempted to stop her hands, but with ease she finished her task.
"Oh come now, Shin. It's not like nothing I haven't already seen before, you know," she reached over, back to the tray, and pick up a small blue jar. As soon as she cracked the jar open, even Shin stuff up nose could clearly smell whatever derived from that jar.
"What is that?"
"It will help you breath, now lay back," she gently push him back to the pillows, and the proceeded to rub the strong smelling substance upon his chest.
It was familiar, and yet, he couldn't place where or when he had smelt it before. It was like some strong herb of some sort, which had been chilled at the peak of some mountain, far off north. The smell alone could over power all of his senses, all but one.
The feel of Nasuti's hands, gentle massaging the odd cream onto his chest. Her hands were warm, and gentle, but careful of where exactly she touched him. Not as low as his stomach, but more around the collarbone and this pectorals. At that time though, he really didn't care where she touch, he just knew it felt good.
It reminded him . . .
It reminded him his sister, who always seemed to know when his younger self needed comforted and held, though the times his mother was to sickly to take care of him. He remembers when he would use to curl up in her arms and listen to her tales about the sea.
Before he realized it, he found himself falling into a light slumber.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Sayoko . . ."
"Did you say something Shin?" when no reply was heard, she look up to find the young man she was caring for had been taken away to the land of dreams.
She softly smiled, and re-buttoned his shirt, "Magic fingers, eh Shin?" she mused when the last of the buttons was fasten.
He looks so young when he sleeps, she thought, seeing his relax face with slumber. It would almost seem that he was one who held no worries of his own, although Nasuti knew that was far from true. There was something bothering her young friend, and she was determined to find out what.
But . . .
That could wait till after he recovered. Brushing away his bangs, she, with a feather's touch, kiss his heated brow with her lips, "Sweet dreams Shin," and then she left, closing the door behind her, to leave the boy with his dreams.
Translations:
Nee-san- Sister
Suiko- Shin’s armor of the Torrent.
Disclaimer:
Seiji: C.G!!! What do you think you are doing!!!
C.G: What? What are you talking about?
Seiji: You know what I’m talking about! What do you think you are doing writing a Shin and Nausti Fic! She supposed to be with me!
C.G: Says who?
Seiji: *points to a million screaming Seiji/Nausti fan girls*
C.G: Oh . . .
Shin: What’s wrong with that?
Seiji: Shin! Where did you come from.
Shin: That doesn’t matter, what’s wrong with the idea of Nausti-san and I dating? I mean we are the closet in age, and besides, why dose she always have to end up with you or Ryo? Why can’t the nice guy finish first?
C.G: Go Shin-kun!
Seiji: Oh yeah *glare*
Shin: Yeah *glares back*
*Glaring contest*
C.G: Well. . . um, while those two are going at it, I would like to say that I don’t own the troopers
Shu: And once again, I thank you Kami-sama for all the food I can eat!
C.G: *takes out crowbar*
Shu: Epp *runs away*
C.G: And once again I would like to thank Max for once again beta-ing my junk. Till later
*Shin and Seiji still glaring*
C.G: Gezzes, Shin can be scary when he’s mad . . . TBC