Words cannot express how he's feeling today.

She was amazing.

Nope, readers, they ain't having no sex till they're twenty-two.

Her clear liquid-cobalt eyes, evanescing with fear to slight affection, pouring him with so much aspiration that he felt himself drowning in those pools of innocence her orbs reveal—they were gravity, and it was pulling him toward her. They were beautiful, suiting her face, her figure, her voice—without even trying she was absolutely a goddess he let only himself revere.

Theology was a thing not of his—he'd avoid it at all costs, not having enough time nor the slightest amount of decency to, he believed, sink down to anything he thought would slog him to others' level, leaving him not different, but the same, as normal people—God was an entity too powerful to waste an effort for, he always told himself, slithering out of his own inducements—for his life had all been hell…

And then an angel came to him. She must've been a gift from God Himself—was his misery and solitude and isolation worth meeting her? Was his deep want for loneliness enough to breach into heaven and take it as reverse psychology? Was this messenger, this angel, this goddess, almost a reincarnate of Jesus, if he dared say, precious enough to stabilise the balance between his indigence and his consternation?

N o

It was more than he thought he'd ever pretend to not want.

For all the love in the world he would give her if he could—it'd only be his he'd ever bequeath to her. Nothing more deserved to be touched by a divine being as she. He'd never seen an angel in his life, though the sight of her made him realise fairy tales could come true with the wickedest minds.

What had he been looking for, before he'd even known her?

He'd descry the ache and worry scraping against the surface of her voice, edging with anxiety: He'd know when she was troubled, far before she even said a word to him. He'd listen to her speak, he'd want her to talk to him, he'd dream of her saying his name, he'd do anything to have her.

Not just her body…Most especially not. It wasn't so that caught his eye.

The light inside her shone so bright that it unveiled a new sense of seeing to him, a kind he was too blinded by to notice. Before the light could reach anyone else—the devils put it out…before he could. He wasn't keen on sharing his toys—and this particular puppet was one too tempting, too weak, too vulnerable, too gullible to resist—and he'd put aside his anger for later.

Vengeance was a dish best served cold.

Rei's specialty was always ice.

...

Rui nervously played with the strap of her bag.

The door to her classroom had never spelled welcome as openly as before. She'd dreaded entering this door to her doom every day. And her suspicions and trepidation would be corrected once she'd set foot into the hell where the demons dwell.

Could they only have been immature ramblings of her paranoid mind? Were they merely whispers from the fragments the winds carried? A tailwind that blew from the exact day the preceding year… A rebound from fate with recurring events…

Nobody would dare see her smile this time—for t h e y wouldn't want to see her joy.

"Do me a favour and don't do that."

She wouldn't be afraid to hide her resolution.

Not anymore.

"Not do…what?"

Her whole world spun the other way round at that one request.

Was it to truly h e l p?

Or had she let their jeers get to her and bring her down so much that she just got away with any excuse not to enjoy whatever life would give her?

"Your smileIt's so wrong."

You wipe the mirror clean because you want to see your reflection. The mirror itself is never acknowledged for what it looks. You always see yourself in the poor mirror.

He was evading sight and perception: Anything that would alert them of his presence, which could be felt for only a fleeting moment, because he's wandering around so much that you wouldn't notice him too fast to see him.

Naturally, he didn't want to be involved in anything—he wanted not to.

He didn't want to… He wanted not to…

Could you tell the d i f f e r e n c e?

"Aren't you intrigued by him?"

"He's a bit over it…"

"I think he's trying to be mysterious, you know…"

Cryptic lures curiosity and could just as well ensnare it in a trap, entangling it in its many loops.

Unfortunately, uniqueness doesn't work that way.

It's more of a fragile thing…

It catches the attention of curiosity that soon would be nurturing a bud of greed that even sooner if exposed in the field of greatness sprouts into something dangerous and vile: A flower with petals of toxin…

Just like a predator to a prey.

The more she shrouds herself in shadows, the more vulnerable she would be to darkness.

She'd be so immersed in that obsession of alertness that she'd eventually sink in the depths of the blackness.

He'd been there…

And nothing could change that.

He knew well that her innocence so tainted with fear would someday earn her the respect of many, and the concern of even the heartless.

I didn't even know I had a heart…until I saw them break hers.

...

You can skip this to save your eyes from seeing so much profanity.

#Unpleased Fangirl #Ranting #JustsoARGH #Freakinpissed #BF #Forquestionsaboutthelatter,refertoWhiteChicks #Dangerahead #Don'tsaywedidn'twarnyoursorryass #Angerhotterthantheveryearth'score #justUUUUGH #Ididn'tevenseethisonecoming #SHINOHARABETTERMAKESOMETHINGOUTTATHIS #JUSTpcmeghjb #Shinoharayoudon'tevenknowhowmuchfeelingsarepourin gouttame #Iusedtoworshipyou #Datfeeling #worshiptodamning #Like #Just #So #PUGYFHBJKNLADFWSYH

WARNING: Not for Shinohara.

AM. SO. FUCKING. PISSED.

ALSKDFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFH3GO48OERUJN

(SCREAMS AT THE SCREEN AND FLAILS WILDLY) GODDAMIT SHINOHARA!

YOU WRITE THE MOST AMAZING, HEART-WRENCHING SHIT THAT MAKES ME WANNA BAWL MY EYES OUT AT THE CUTENESS OF THE DAMN THING AND YOU JUST JUCK THINGS UP WITH THAT…! THAT…! SCREW IT!

(HYPERVENTILATES)

(JUMPS UP AND DOWN THE BED LIKE A BABY WITH A BROKEN ARM)

(LOOKS AT A PEN)

(WONDERS IF SHE COULD USE IT TO DISSECT THIS CERTAIN FROG THAT WROTE THE MOST ADORABLE THING MADE WITH MAN'S TWO HANDS AND SCREWED THE ENDING)

(THINKS ABOUT THINGS THAT MAKE HER HAPPY: LIKE HOW THIS PERSON WILL DIE)

(CRIED AGAIN)

(SCREAMED PROFANITIES IN THE SCREEN OF HER LAPTOP)

(RAN OUT OF SWEARWORDS AND JUST FLIPPED OVER A TABLE)

I'm going to LOSE it if shit like this comes up again. I might JUST NEVER top myself up again. EVER.

YOU CAN JUST BLOW YOURSELF UP FOR ALL I CARE.

/gross sobs

YOU (POINTS AT SCREEN) Care to listen to me bitch on about this? You don't have much of a choice! If I could, I'd SO pull you into the screen and justLA;JKDFHGUYF

(GROSS SOBS AGAIN)

I—I trusted you! I supported the shipping so much that I could just fucking…..just lose my virginity to it.

I GODDAMNED PAID FOR THAT SHIT. I participated in the stupid retarded polls—I VOTED FOR THEM—I spent hours in the night replaying the ONLY videos they HAVE together—I watch all their episode hints OVER AND OVER AND OVER again—I could'vel..kjwehioak

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH

If looks could kill—and in this case, you'd definitely be double dead from my killer face and I'd probably vent out my frustration at you because I think I'd never see human beings the same way—EVER AGAIN—you'd be TRIPLE dead since my words are most likely gonna give you so much mindkill.

There's NO WAY in hell that I ever foresaw this. Like ever.

There's just too many FEELINGS I couldn't articulate without exposing you to too much swearwords that would possibly send me to Internet jail, and I really couldn't start back up writing again.

Unfortunately, my good readers, therapy is bullocks. I'd rather die than forget about SKET DANCE. RATHER FACE SATAN IN THE FACE AND SPIT AT IT than forget about BOSSUHIME

(SOBS)

MY FEEELIIIINGSSS!

I-didn't-even-

Made me forget about CHAPTER 277

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't real

288 isn't re—

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!

I love them so much I could just want their marriage to be FOUR people—God, Bossun, Himeko, and ME. PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR ADORABLE BABY.

SHINOHARA. IF YOU'D MAKE THEM END UP TOGETHER—OR KISS—OR MAKE OUT—I'D GIVE YOU MY UNBORN BABY. No wait—I'LL GIVE YOU LEN…

Nah, no one's gonna do shit at home if that blondie's gone.

Sure, I mean—SWITCH ENDED UP WITH MOMOKA—I CAN'T BELIEVE SHINOHARA DIDN'T SCREW UP ON THIS ONE—I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT THEM BOTH—CHRIST AFTER SO LONG—HE DESERVES THIS CRAP—SWITCH DON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO HER—AND YOU BETTER STAY ALIVE, KAZUYOSHI USUI.

was expected.

They're like my second pairing—

BUT I MOSTLY SUPPORT BOSSHIME

I look them up on Tumblr EVERYWHERE—

(Sharp intake of breath, accompanied by a cross between a gurgitation noise and some rasping)

Gotta get a grip of myself. Jesus, I'm starting to sound like an epic failed fangirl.

Fucking Shinohara made me cry from both happiness and sadness, that prat.

There's this sports thing tomorrow, and I've to cover the stinking event. Imma just bring my PSP bitches.

OHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOOOOH

Guess who I saw this Clubtime?

(If I were you, I'd better not hope it'd be Piko! …I mean, you'd better not if I were you AFKD)

It was LEN.

He looked pretty dormant. (Geddit? 'Cause he looked like he was about to blow up.) And I was—MY GOD NOT THAT KIND OF BLOW UP—skippin' club activities like a boss.

"You're supposed to be in your clubroom, Eighth Grader."

"Aren't you?"

We looked at each other for a long time before I smirked in victory.

"I concede defeat, Sister," he said, amused by my retorts. He leaned on the steel bars, looking for something to distract himself with. "Au chante, Mademoiselle. A maiden shall abide the rules of those superior to her. Else, men lose favour in her easily."

"Ex-cuuuse me, your Low-ness, but I'm afraid you're missing the point here. I'M older, and thus, superdonkulously gain more power. So why don't'cha sit here to cool your balls, Gandalf?" I was in pretty much a good mood—high spirits, man!—so that's why I wasn't clobbering him to bits. YET. As usual, he shook his head and played with—cough—showed off—cough—his Student Council ID, looking at the view of the rooftop.

Oh yeah, we were at the rooftop.

Henh.

"Can't. I'm on Patrol Duty."

"Then how come you're following me? Doubt that I'd be the only one cutting," I didn't even look at him when I said that. But I did after: and I was taken ABACK. Len was staring at me—not foully—NOT LIKE THE USUAL—with pensiveness. Like he's got something he wanted from me—not something bad that'd benefit neither or one of us. He's…He's…Like…

He's wistful.

It was like the upshot of EVERY feud we had every day of our lives were gone from his eyes—or were clear—there must be something that made him appear like that!

Len's lips turned even gayer than before, too: From the standard pinkish shade it turned RED. Like he'd been busy biting his lower lip from being too nervous. The question is, WHAT… ('Cause I honestly still don't know)

"What did I do to you?"

DEADPAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

"Huh?"

Len's eyebrows met, and he scowled slightly, looking at me like I was a difficult puzzle he had trouble solving, beyond his comprehension, something he was perturbed to not know.

"Why're you always so…distant?"

"Distant?"

"It's like you're far from the person I'm trying to reach."

"What...?"

"It's nothing…" Trying to look cool—and—SAY NOTHING ABOUT THIS—pulled it off quite well, Len dug his hands in his pockets sourly and turned around, walking to the door.

Then he shook his head again, like he's dismissing a disturbing thought. "Rush back to your clubroom or I'll have to mark you on this list."

He left me pondering on his words for only so long…because Len wasn't kidding when he said he'd report me /CUEEPICMOMENTFAIL

What's HIS problem? I'd never UNDERSTAND men!

Ugh. WHATEVERWHATEVERWHATEVER

So unfortunately I've to cover the event tomorrow. It's a WEDNESDAY. ORzzZZZZZZZ!

Oh, sorry: On Wednesdays we got shortened periods, so we go home an hour early.

Manddddddddda,dfn

Damn, I need something nice t'wear.

D'you honestly think I'm…good-looking?

Well, I sure think I am! No doubt!

That reminded me: Remember Oliver? He's actually a part of the School Paper too!

And, like… Whew. God.

I didn't know what I did—musta been the effect of my orange cologne—took it a long time, though—

Whew—whoa—adfksm,nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

"Rin—I'm sorry—I gotta pull myself together…Are you free this Friday?"

OLIVER'S ASKED ME OOOOOO000000000000000UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUT!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFFFFFFKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Microsoft Words non-commercial use

(FREAKEN WORD WRAP FAIL)

WHOO.

I mean

AT LAST.

I mean, OF COURSE I was just cool and

Who'm I KIDDING? I LOOKED LIKE A CONSTIPATED RETARD…..!

IT WAS FUCKING EMBARRASSING JSUS OH MY GOD DAMN THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I just wish I wasn't such a bitch for LKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSDNJCM,X

STAN'S AN ASSHOLE

I MEAN SATAN.

(INSERT SAID MOFO'S "BITCH PLEASE" FACE)

"So are you?"

I stared.

"Er, Rin?"

After a few seconds of pulling my tits back together, I smiled. And then that turned to a giggle. And then that turned to a laugh. And then THAT turned to a PSYCHOTIC FIT.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahahahahahahahaha! BuwaHAHAHAHAhahaha!"

And Oliver just shitting STARED at me.

"Okay—you almost got me there. That's a good joke, mate. Now, where'd you hide the camera?"

"What—what're you doing?"

"Is it still rolling?"

(HAS HIDDEN IN THE SOB CORNER, CURLED UP LIKE A HEADLESS CUB WHOSE HEAD WAS DRAGGED BY A BUMPER OF A CAR)

A few minutes later

"I'm telling you—this's funny and all—but, honestly, THERE'S NOTHING DOWN THERE!"

I STOPPED GROPING HIS UNIFORM AND STRAIGHTENED MYSELF UP

And this time, I ONLYF UCKING REALISED

"Y-you're serious…? Then?"

"I…I've always been…"

Qaskldfjjjjjjjnmcvxxxxxxxxxxxxxbh aofdkjfd

My God—my God—my God—my God-

My date's after tomorrow! DAMMIT! Who hsoulasdf\

. . . I have to remind myself that this ain't a blogsite.

So, I've, like, decided what my Fanfic's name's gonna be:

HearTlesS

REPLIES TO REVIEWS

YuKiSu: Ugh. I only recently reread the last chapters and had been wondering the same thing ,_, GIMME AT LEAST CHRIS EVANS FOR A BROTHER. PLEASE. God, you're making me blush AGAIN! So much flattering stuff.

MaGuSs: This chapter just about tops it XD Len's been on a low pro, considering school's been quite hectic nowadays. That didn't stop him before though. What's up with him now? K.K Don't worry! Rei's human here. I don't intend some vampire crap to turn up so suddenly!

PrInCeSs PoPtArT: XD

I'M SO SORRY IF I LET YOU DOWN, READERS! I SAID IT'D BE A QUICKER UPDATE AND I FAILED ;n; I GIVE YOU BUTTERBEER AND BERTIE BOTT'S SWEETS!

ME: Just expressing my pain and agony over the last chapter of SKET Dance :'( I wasn't really gonna update till much later—LOL, lazy—and then—THIS happened. I was SHOCKED. Tuesday morning and you find your OTP just ain't happening? Like…wow. How cruel can the world get? I took a break from SKET Dance, like I moved on and found other stuff…and…then…THIS… I DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I STILL LOVED IT UNTIL MY HEART JUST BROKE ITSELF! (In Rin's case, it IMPLODED LOL) D'you notice about the part where Len said—in old Frodo-ian slang—loosely translated—how girls disobeying rules will turn dudes off? THAT'S what led her to accept Ollie's invitation XD She's driven by a confused determination to prove Len wrong. Next chapter:

"There's a difference between being pretty and being attractive, you know. It'd be quite an achievement to possess both of their traits—but it wouldn't be much of an achievement if you'd barely done anything getting it, because it's as natural as the way you talk…the way you walk…"

"Is that what he told you? I suppose you've a soft spot for him, then, Kagamine, but if I were you, I wouldn't leave for school 'til my homework's done."

"NO, Miku, that's the kinkiest thing I'd ever laid EYES on."

Miku bonus ; )

"Aw, C'MON! It'd SO go with your luminous bra."

SO. It's my FIFTEENTH birthday this Monday ._. And I was, WHAT? I've already been writing on Fanfiction for THREE YEARS? (FAINTS) AND MY AGE ADDS ONE MORE YEAR TO PRECEDING EVENTS! Like how the heck am I supposed to say, "Oh, I graduated elementary three years ago" without nearly toppling over and realising how LONG AGO it was? The HUMANITY!