I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL

WHY WOULD THE MAJORITY OF YOU PPL VOTE FOR XANXUS THE MOST WHEN I ONLY PUT HIM UP FOR FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY

I BLAME YOU PPL (xxYuunaxx) FOR THIS

ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH MAJOR RAGE-FACE INSERT HERE

well i put up the Troll-Face and Reborn for fun so this rant shouldn't be fair =v=

BUT THAT DON'T COUNT YO

I SHALL WILL YOU PPL BY MY BRAIN-FLESH TO VOTE FOR WHOEVER ELSE BUT HIM

technically i have no qualms whatsoever about Xanxus and i think he is one SEXY HO

and Bel thinks he's a prince so naturally you ppl thought he and Tsunahime should get together (the "Hime" in her name means "Princess" for u ppl who don't know Jap)

but sad to say i cannot write their personalities no matter how much i try.

especially Xanxus because KHR's creator keeps his changing attitude.

no srsly that ho is like calm and cold and sexy for one arc, then he turns violent and aggressive and ASDLFKJTROLLFACEUGLYGFSFAS;LD for the next.

i bet you all are like "WTF GURL U TRIPPIN" rite LOL

btdubs i need a lot more ppl to vote on the poll.

like srsly no joke.

it is very lacking compared to the reviews i get whenever i put up a new chapter.

(I AM CONVINCED YOU PPL CAMP OUT HERE YES)

thank you. *SOB*

(some of you ppl actually voted for Reborn (TROLLLOLOLOL). because of that i am very tempted to do so... you ppl better vote fast or I SERIOUSLY WILL DO IT.)

Chapter Three

Do childhood friends forget each other?

"Mostly."

It was almost seemed to be scorned on, to not be attracted to Ieyatsu Giotto Vongola.

Tsuna couldn't keep the blush off his face whenever he and the blond met face-to-face. Over the phone maybe he could tone the stuttering down by a slight bit, but the fact that the Italian made him feel inferior still showed as clear as a glass cup of water.

Giotto was undeniably a handsome man. His golden spikes of hair gave a wild look to him, yet his composed face and cool blue eyes made him seem calm and gentlemanly at the same time. He was also very tall, athletic, smart, polite, gentle, nice, caring... The positive attributes were endless.

It was extremely hard to believe that the very same person was his worst childhood relative bully.

But it turned out, it wasn't impossible to not fall for him and not believe he could be a bad person.

First off, it was plain and clear that his sister had no interest whatsoever in the blond. It was more like she enjoyed his presence just so she could make fun of him. Other than that, the two shared a mutual hatred(? Rivalry? but over what, he wondered) for another.

Then Tsuna saw with his own two eyes how mean Iey- Giotto could be. It wasn't anything near pretty to his virgin ears and he refused to recall the event.

Tsuna didn't know what changed the Italian's mind to treat him better. Maybe it was because the man grew up and the brunet was no longer a child (even if he looked like one on some days)? He wasn't quite sure.

Giotto almost seemed loving towards the brunet. He smiled at him whenever he was around, and made sure his little half-brother was comfortable in his home.

But to Tsuna, it caused even more confusion and loss. He didn't know if the blond was just baiting him for a nasty prank in the future, or if the was being truly sincere. He acted wary and suspicious around the Italian, and he felt bad when he knew that Giotto knew he was skirting on the edges around him.

This guilt-game of cat and dog chase lasted until the end of the remaining two and a half weeks of summer break. Tsuna had been prepared for the departure and his farewell to Giotto, but he was surprised to realize that he actually liked it here.

Here, no one got hurt for his sake. Here, someone appreciated who he was. Here, he felt loved in a way his family couldn't give.

Tsuna found himself wanting to stay. With his older half-brother. Without his twin sister.

But that was selfish and unreasonable. As if Giotto could ever love someone no-good as him. And even if he did, it was the love for a fellow sibling, not a- a lover. Besides, Tsuna thought to himself, sighing out loud, he probably has a girlfriend, with his good looks and likable personality.

"Tsunayoshi?"

Tsuna didn't hear his brother call out to him, too deep into the mental argument with himself. He stared at the cushion in his hands and squeezed it, noting how silky it was. He had just come out of the shower, in fresh clothes but hair still wet. He chewed on the bottom of his lip.

"Tsunayoshi."

The brunet started to poke the square pillow, a pout puffing up his cheeks. It got bigger and bigger as more pros accumulated against the cons of having the rights to stay with his brother. He didn't notice said person getting up from the other side of the couch.

Giotto frowned as his (absolutely adorable) little brother didn't respond to his calls. He lowered the newspapers in his hands. He tried again, but to no avail. The blond raised his eyebrows. He said it louder. Still no reply.

Is he giving me the cold shoulder? he asked himself, but quickly put the assumption out. Tsuna wasn't the type to do such a thing. He was too soft-hearted to.

The Italian man stared at the petit brunet, wondering what was going on inside his head at the moment. It must be pretty serious, he thought, for him to not answer me.

Giotto folded up the gray papers in his hands and laid them on the low table in front of him, plucked his reading glasses carefully off his face and placing them neatly on top. With great caution he got up from his place on the couch and approached the boy.

He crouched just enough so that they were on eye level and put his hands on his knees so he wouldn't topple over by the angle. He stopped when his lips were almost touching the brunet's ear, and whispered, "Tsunayoshi."

Tsuna jerked awake from his thoughts, his eyes widening when he saw how close he and Giotto were. His breath hitched in his throat and he stiffened. They were so close. So close.

Giotto pulled back, chuckling. He raised a hand and ran it through the softly spiked locks of his little brother's brown hair, thoroughly enjoying the darkening blush he was receiving from the boy.

"Your hair is still wet. You'll catch a cold," the Italian stated, smiling disarmingly at the red-faced brunet. He left the living room and came back with a towel in his hands a moment later. Tsuna was still in his shell-shocked state, although his flush was cooling off.

The petit boy squeaked as his brother draped the fluffy white fabric on his wet head and heard the blond quietly chortle at the sound. Tsuna felt the heat of his face rise again.

Giotto worked the moisture out of Tsuna's hair, rubbing the towel firmly but not so hard that it hurt. He saw the brunet's shoulders ease up. Encouraged, he put his best messaging skills into his hands.

"Nhn..."

Giotto froze. His sky blue eyes popped open. Did... did his little brother just moan? The towel shifted under his still hands, and he found himself looking at the most sexiest face he'd ever seen.

The brunet's face was the epitome of seductive and sexy. His lips were wet and ajar, moving slightly every time he inhaled and exhaled. Caramel eyes were lidded so just a slit of brown peeked through, its eyelashes brushing against the skin. A rosy red blush sprayed itself across the baby-soft cheeks.

Erk.

He didn't know what to do. The blond twenty-five-year old Italian could do many things, but he didn't know what to in this situation. To his shame he felt his own body heating up, reacting rather... pleasantly.

No, no, he chastised himself, this isn't right. He's your little brother. He willed his body to calm down. Or he tried. His hands hovered above the towel, unsure of what to do. He swallowed down his growing excitement as his little brother blinked slowly, showing him for the first time his big (cute) doe eyes.

Giotto had absolutely no clue what to do. Tsuna had always cast his eyes down, too shy to make eye-contact, and Giotto hadn't been able to figure out their color and shape. Well, until now.

"Ieya-..." Giotto jumped at the sound of the boy's gentle voice. Misinterpreting his brother's discomforted facial expression, he cast his eyes down to his hands. "Ah... it's 'Giotto' now, right? I'm sorry... I forgot."

The blond couldn't help but feel guilty at the sadness in Tsuna's tone, having a vague sense that he was the one who caused it.

Slowly letting out the breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding, the Italian brought his arms around the towel-covered head, and pulled it onto his chest in a gingerly fashion. He was careful in his actions, not wanting to scare the poor kid off.

His lips tightened into a straight line when he felt Tsuna stiffen up again. As quickly as possible so it wouldn't turn into some awkward silence, he let his words tumble out of his mouth.

"You can call me by my first name," he heard himself mumble, "I won't mind if it's you." He blushed faintly at what he was saying. He sounded so much like a "tsundere" it was embarrassing.

He forced himself not to freeze up as he felt Tsuna hug him back in a cautious manner, while thinking, 'please don't notice please don't notice please don't notice please don't notice'. Notice what? Why, his mini-me that was standing quite proudly and shamelessly, caused by his very own little half-brother.

Giotto gulped down the nonexistent lodge stuck in his throat, staring at the fluff-covered head. He tugged the towel off, revealing a tomato-red Tsuna looking up with unaware teared-up puppy eyes. He almost choked on the sharp intake he took as he was nearly blinded by the unlawful cuteness.

He got down on one knee and placed his hands on the rosy-red cheeks. He knew doing this would be risky, and he was fully aware of the consequences they would go through, but he also knew that both he and Tsuna wanted this. He leaned in closer, and just as their lips were barely touching, just a hair away-

Klick. Bip-beep, viiii, ka-chack! (A/N: IDK IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A CAMERA SHOT. THAT'S HOW MINE SOUNDS LIKE SO-FFFFFFFFFFFFFF-OKAY?)

It was quiet and barely audible, but he had definitely heard it. And so had Tsuna, apparently, for the boy had flung himself back into the folds of the couch. Both whipped their heads around to the direction of the sound, eyes trained onto the figure- blue narrowed in annoyance and brown wide in mortification.

"This is just fantastic. How simply wonderful. Star-crossed lovers. Ass-Romeo and Boy-Juliet. Grade-A material, baby."

They both knew that voice and form all too well. Giotto scowled and Tsuna buried his face into his hands in unimaginable embarrassment.

"Tsunahime..." they groaned, one ground out in irritation and the other sighed in exasperation.

The female twin of the Sawada family smiled innocently at her brothers, her earth brown eyes twinkling with mischief. She was leaning on the doorway to the living room, her boot-covered legs crossed. In her hand was her old-fashioned flip-up cell, very much open and the back with the camera facing their way.

The brunette waved it in the air, her grin putting the Cheshire cat in shame. She turned her phone so that they had a clear view of the picture she had just taken. It was Giotto and Tsuna, with their lips might as well being locked together.

"Tsu-Tsuna, erase that!" the male counterpart of the twins stammered loudly, a begging tone to his normally quiet voice. It was muffled by his hands, which his sister took advantage of.

Tsunahime's grin got wider, if that was even possible. She held her free hand to her ear, tilting her head to the side.

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't quite hear you. Ohh, it was a great shot? Ah, and you want everyone to see it?" She saw the horrified expression on Tsuna's face, and the grin turned smug and victorious. Encouraged, she moved her cellphone-hand's thumb on the "OK" button and pressed it, saving the photo.

Tsunahime turned around, saying, "first one to know'll be Dad then." Freaked out to no end, Tsuna leaped up from the couch and lunged at his sister, his hands reaching out for the cellphone.

But Tsunahime was the faster between the two, and before he got to even a foot-length's distance from her, she was gone and out the front door.

Tsuna, knowing that his sister would send it to their friends and family because she did nothing with a half-assed attitude, hastily put on his sneakers and bolted out the door after her.

Giotto, in the meanwhile, was on his own smartphone, texting six of his closest friends. He sent them all help requests on catching a thief, with a detailed description of a particular brunette that seemed to get on his nerves no matter what.

The twenty-five-year-old stowed the cell away in his jean's back pocket, smirking in soon-to-come victory.

'Curiosity killed the cat.'

Tsunahime knew it was dangerous to mess with Giotto.

Which was why she riled him into an angry mess whenever the chance came up, because she simply loved "dangerous".

Besides, she thought to herself as she catapulted herself over a stone wall, laughing at her brother's protests of not being fair and him not being able to do such a feat and her knowing that, I haven't got into a good fight lately.

To her, getting beat-up and beating up was something she enjoyed, immensely so. To the point where sex (not that she ever experienced it) paled in comparison for means of excitement and pleasure. It was one of the most important components in her life and drove her to keep living.

Her bloodthirsty and daredevil behavior was a deadly combination, and that was what helped her win innumerable alleyway brawls in the past. Size didn't matter. Age didn't matter. Experience didn't matter. And gender certainly did not matter.

As long as she could get her blood rushing and her heart pumping, it could be anyone. At least, anyone that was a worthy match for her. Weaklings were given a chance, but after a few seconds passed without them impressing her, they were tossed away.

First impressions always mattered to Tsunahime, especially in fighting. If you didn't prove your fighting skill, you would find yourself on the ground doubled over in pain, or waved aside with your dignity damaged.

The brunette landed with hardly a sound, rolling her eyes at Tsuna's cries of to please delete the photo of him and Giotto. She scoffed as she strolled into an alley shortcut. As if she would throw away such juicy information. She began to jog, tucking her old cell safely in the inside pocket of her jacket.

She let out a soft cry as a hand grabbed her arm. Reflexively, she twisted around, yanking her arm out the stranger's grip. She put some distance between them, sharp eyes calculating and slightly wide in surprise.

Another blue-eyed blond. But unlike, Giotto, this stranger struck her as a Frenchman. Gagging quietly to herself, she grimaced. The man was in a policeman trench coat, spinning a metal handcuff in his fingers.

Tsunahime raised an eyebrow, dropping her disgusted facial expression. What in the world did a French blue-eyed blond policeman, who she had never met until at that very moment, want with her?

"You," the man said, in faintly accented fluent Japanese, his tone threatening but low in volume, "are you the thief Boss told us about?"

Tsunahime sighed, grumbling under her breath as it clicked in her head. This guy was a lackey of Giotto's? How ungentlemanly, she thought, smirking, this is total foul play. Then she grinned widely. Not that I can talk.

"Maybe," she said, purring in amusement, "or maybe not. Depends on who this 'boss' is." This was getting fun. The man looked like he was able to beat a body-builder to the ground in a hand-to-hand combat brawl. How interesting.

The blond policeman narrowed in already narrow eyes. He must have some Asian heritage in his blood. His facial structure reminded her of someone. I wonder who, she thought, furrowing her eyebrows. My memory's so foggy...

The glint of sunlight flashing off metal shined in the corner of her eye. She ducked just as a chain whipped past her. She backed up a bit, stopping when her back hit a chain-linked fence.

Usually, she never allowed herself to be cornered, physically or mentally. Her blood ran in her veins, pumping her up for a good fight. With a sigh of regret she forced herself to be calm, gripping the metal links so tightly the steel wire cut into her hand. The pain helped her clear her mind, controlling her urges to hit the dirt.

If she fought, there was a chance that her cellphone could break. And with that valuable blackmail material in there, she wasn't about to risk it.

Tsunahime raised her eyebrows as her two attackers gained in on her. She barked out a laugh. "Would you look at that. I'm seeing doubles." The newcomer was shorter than the policeman, with ink-black hair and iron-gray eyes. Other than that, they looked exactly alike, including the atmosphere they gave off.

The mini-form of the French blond looked mildly surprised to see her and lowered his steel handles (tonfas, she faintly recalled, from somewhere in those clouded memories), giving her a scrutinizing glare. She blinked at him back, letting go of the linked fence.

"You," he started, and Tsunahime got struck with déjà vu. She forced herself to hold back the laughter bubbling up her throat. So much alike. "I know you. You're that carnivore back in Namimori."

He put his guard down, something that made the man next to him gape in shock. "What are you doing in Shimon? Nami-chu starts next month." He scowled. "You're not planning to skip, are you? If you are, I'll bite you to death, even if you are a special case."

The brunette frowned, confused. She tilted her head in a befuddled manner. "Er, I'm not following you. Have we met before? Maybe we've seen each other at school? Sorry, but I don't know you like that." She paused, biting the inside of her cheek. "Do I?"

The blond man tossed a glare at the teen's way, then redirecting his glacier blue eyes back at Tsunahime. "Cousin. It doesn't matter if she is your friend or not. She stole something from Giotto and she must be arrested." He twirled his handcuff with one strong spin to accentuate the statement before snatching it into his hand.

"Whaaat? You can't arrest me for taking a picture." She blinked as an idea hit her, then grinned devilishly. She whipped out her cell and flicked it open. Making a great deal out of it, she went into her photo folder and selected the image she'd taken not so long ago. With a flourish, she showed them the "something she stole".

As she predicted, the snapshot of her twin brother and the policeman's Boss making out (well, technically they're just brushing lips, but whatever, she remarked to herself silently) made them both go into shock.

Using that distraction to her move, Tsunahime ran up the nearest alleyway brick wall, kicking powerfully off it to flip over the fence with the momentum. With the grace of a deer she landed in a crouch, her winter boots making double clacks as they touched the ground one after the other.

She straightened, smiling in false innocence at the in awed and royally pissed lookalikes. Blowing a mocking kiss to the two males mid-turn, she trotted away with her triumphant laughter resounding in the narrow alley, her kissed hand waving lazily over her shoulder.

Kyoya had never been so baffled in his life. That carnivore didn't remember him. He let his arms dangle at his sides, staring intensely after the woman's retreating back.

But you promised, he thought hollowly to himself, you said we would, when we met again. Drowning out Alaude's scathing words, he turned away from the Frenchman and headed toward his house.

The prefect kept his tonfas out in clear view, so the message that he was not in the mood was clear to the passerby. Sure enough, everyone got out of his way and didn't dare look in his eyes.

Sawada Tsunahime, the only carnivore in Namimori besides him. And maybe, no, definitely, her father (Kyoya considered that sweet mother of hers to be one also, but in a different, special kind of way). Twin sister of Sawada Tsunayoshi, the... omnivore?

Kyoya had no clue what to label that woman's sibling as. Sometimes, he would stand up for himself and his herbivore friends, and other times, he would just cower and accept the bullying. He decided to someday bite him to death after he did the same with his trouble-making sister.

No matter of him, he told his mind silently as he stowed his tonfas away and pulled out his cellphone, that carnivore is in uppermost priority at the moment. He went down the short list of contacts and pressed the call button on 'Dino'.

"Ciao? Chi è questo?" ("Hello? Who is this?")

Kyoya narrowed his eyes, scowling ever so slightly. "Your Japanese sucks when you wake up." Sarcasm tinted his smooth voice.

The sound of blankets. A crash. Thumping noises. The skylark guessed that the Italian tried to get up from the bed, tripped somehow, knocked down something, and rolled off the bed. He was probably right.

"U-uh, h-hello? Kyoya? Y-you still there?"

"Stop stuttering and speak properly," was his reply.

"Um. Right." The man on the other side of the line cleared his throat. "Wh-(sorry!)-what do you need, Kyoya?"

Said person rolled his eyes wit his eyes closed, sighing through his nose in a hopeless fashion. He made a mental note to bite his lover later, for his sloppy attitude. "I want you to search up a person for me."

He heard a swish and assumed the twenty-seven-year-old was walking over the laptop he always had with him. A click and a soft melody, and he knew the blond had opened it and turned the power on.

"Uh-huh... who's the poor guy this time?"

Kyoya dug into his pocket for his house keys, sticking it into the locked knob and twisting it. "Who said it was a male? Her name is Sawada Tsunahime. She's a student in Namimori. I need info in her background." The tak-tak-tak of typing reached his ears. He opened the door and stepped in, taking his shoes off.

"Sa-wa-da. Saaa~waa~daaa. Sawada. Tsuuuu~. Tsu, Tsu, Tsu, Tsu, Tsu... Naaaaaa. Tsuuu~naaa. Tsu-na. Tsuna." If it were possible, Kyoya would have bit the man to death over the phone by now. "Hime, you said?"

The skylark made a sound in the back of his throat as affirmation, shrugging off his Disciplinary Committee coat and hanging it over his couch. "Hn. Not 'yoshi'. That's her twin brother. He's the... herbivore." He settled for that term for the moment.

"Got it. Ooh, that's some eyes she's got. Sorta reminds me of yours, actually." A chuckle of amusement, then annoying humming. "Hmm... Born on October the fourteenth, blood-type O negative, tops of five feet, weighs about a hundred pounds."

Kyoya rolled his eyes, walking over to his pet hedgehog's cage. "I didn't ask for her personal information. I just need to know the list of events that happened to her between ages ten and fifteen." He unlatched the cage, extending his hand into the fluffy straw.

"Ohh, okay. Alright then, let's see..."

The prefect waited patiently, smiling freely as his little animal rolled into his palm. The tiny hedgehog tended to do that instead of walking on its four stubby legs, because his back outweighed the strength in its limbs. Which was why he named it 'Roll'. (Dino had suggested "Sonic" but it was immediately denied with a tonfa to his head.)

"Score! Alrighty, so do you want to know everything, or something selective?"

Kyoya thought for a bit, rolling Roll between his hands. He'd set his cell on speakerphone. The cute little creature made a sound of joy, earning itself a barely audible chuckle from its owner.

"I want to know her medical records. Can you find that?"

Dino let out an uncertain-sounding exhale. "Um, you're gonna have to be a little more specific there, darling."

The skylark narrowed his eyes in irritation. "Don't call me darling. I'm not a girl." He picked his phone and Roll up and plopped onto his couch, letting the tiny hedgehog do whatever it wanted.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. What kind of injury are you looking for?"

The brunet rolled his eyes in exasperation, knowing it was pointless to get the Italian to stop with the endearments, and tossed the still-on cell onto the cushion next to him. He watched Roll climb up his slanted torso, struggling to latch onto his dress shirt fabric. "Memory loss. Amnesia. Mental trauma. Anything with those word fields."

"Mm-hmm, gotcha... Huh, that's weird." Kyoya helped his pet go up his chest with a supportive hand, his interest perked at his lover's words. "It says here that she was kept in hospital care for a year or so, but it doesn't say why exactly."

The prefect hummed in thought, not minding as Roll's spikes pricked the underside of his jaw as the hedgehog finally made it up to his shoulder. It then proceeded to hike up the side of his face. "Is that so..." Then, suddenly, "are you going anywhere this week? Any business plans?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, no, none at all. Why?"

Kyoya smiled as Roll did a spinning dance of triumph on top of his head, mussing his hair into a bird's nest. It teetered off the edge as it stopped, dizzy. He caught it in his hand and let it tumble onto his lap.

"Schedule a plane trip to Japan. I need you to see this carnivore for yourself. I have a feeling you know her."

End of the Prologue:

On the Contrary.

"There is always someone that disagrees with you."

Sequel Coming Soon:

Correlations.

"Everyone, in some way, is connected, whether you like it or not."

I'M FINALLY FUCKING DONE HOLY SHIT

i know you ppl are like "WTF THIS WAS A PROLOGUE I DIDN'T KNOW THAT SHIT FUCK TOASTER TITTIES" and all, but it was supposed to be.

i wanted to surprise or piss you off.

hohohohoho.

that last bit to this chapter is very important. it may seem useless and irrelevant, but it be very crucial to the plot. RMMBR IT K.

I TRIED AND FAILED AT DESCRIBING SEXY IMAGES NUOOOOOOO

i tried. at least give me credit for that.

anyroad.

do you ppl actually think i go nuts over my keyboard whenever i go all CAPITAL LIKE THIS?

no, not rly. i noticed and have been told by my father that i have this emotionless, blank look on my face as i type, CAPITALS or not.

funny lines or not.

emo minutes or not.

serious moments or not.

yes, very creepy and scary.

this fact has made me afraid of myself, and that is why it took so long for me to update this.

BLAME MY FATHURRRRRRRRRRR

(its also the reason why this chapter is longer than the others)

speaking of father, those funny adorable frenemy moments between Reborn and Hime are accurately based on me and my own father.

YUP YUP WE COOL LIKE DAT I BET U PPL R BURNING WIT JEALOUSY YUP YUP

in fact, we started this friendly relationship with each other about starting with last year's summer break.

who knows how it began.

it just did.

BEFORE PUBLISH EDIT:

HERE BE THE TREMENDOUSLY DISAPPOINTING RESULTS OF THE POLL SO FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Xanxus: 8 (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-)

Bel: 6 (i mean, SURE. I GUESS SO. but.)

Cozart: 4 (because he's one sexy ho. and since Tuna is getting the Prissmo, why not give Cofart to Princess, no? the toilet duo and the tuna duo. WHY AM I SO DIRTY)

Enma: 4 (b/c he's so cute. *ignores and still is ignoring his backwash-talk to Tsuna and his monstrous form in ch300-something* "Aww, look they're best friends!")

RebornTROLLOLOLOL: 4 (i voted for him b/c i thought it was funny. never rly srsly expected u ppl to vote for him though. ._.)

ColonnelloZEHAHAHAHAHA: 3 (I'LL DO SOMETHING ABOUT LAL BITCH OKAY JUST STOP WORRYING YOU WORRY FARTS)

the Troll-Face: 1 (this one was me. all me.)

ANY OTHERS: 1

Fon: 0

DOUBLE V TO THE F GUYS. WHY ISN'T SEXY FON GETTING ANY VOTESSSSSSS

well, i mean, there's no connection, but still... he seems so lonely and is UNDENIABLY hot.

the ANY OTHERS i got was

DUNDUNDUNDUUUUUUUUUUUUN-

BYAKURAN. HOLY MOTHER OF ALL NUTS, SOMEONE WANTED BYAKURAN.

NO. ABSOLUTE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GO DIE IN A DITCH U HO

yeaaaaa, u no who u r, DON'T TRY TO RUN AND HIDE BECAUSE I'LL FIND U AND CATCH U BITCH

TROLLOLOLOL

no, not rly. i'm mad at all. in fact, i laughed for half and hour without stopping and almost died.

so u hav 2 worry bout that instead. who knows what i'll do with Byakuran in his storeeeeey.

he'll be in it, though. of course.

P.S.: YO. do you ppl know TruancyCity? why am I asking? 'cause. WE'RE THE BESTEST OF CRACKBUDS YO he'll probably most definitely kill me for saying that.

TROLLOLOLOL OH WELL

Any questions must be asked through a review. "Any Others" choice in the poll must be clarified as to why you choose that specific person by PM. The reasons must be valid.

IT'S LIKE NOW OFFICIALLY THE 20TH OF DECEMBER, 12:13 AM. AND I HAVEN'T DONE ANY OF MY HOMEWORK. AGAIN. BUT WHO CARES. I'M FAILING ANYWAY. ESPECIALLY IN ENGLISH WRITING. GOT A "F". ISN'T THAT FUNNY ZEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TROLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL