Thank you to those who reviewed…I’m keeping my promise and updating as soon as I get 5 reviews :p well…this has been over 5 reviews, I’m so sorry, I’m so caught up with school! .

Hurricane1: It’s weird? I don’t see the weirdness…You like those kind of stories don’t ya? The near-to-rape ones, you said it yourself in the review, hehehe. Ooooh! Now you’re hitting on my “savior dude” ?? Well…not ‘mine’ but Tomoe’s :p yes, I’m driving everyone crazy, especially br8kin-d-habit which became like this Huehehehehehe…I got him addicted to coke and chocolate too! .

Nitemair: Yes, yes, I will write soon.

Windowbreak: Oh…you’ll learn what a flame is :p don’t mind my review last time, I was so uptight and stuff…not exactly myself…more like the bad side of me -- Yes, that dude did remind me of Edgar, but it wasn’t Edgar, he’s dead and he wasn’t a fat maniac who keeps on talking about “mamma” so he’s not Edgar. Edgar isn’t a warrior or some respected soldier…is he even respected? :S I think it’s in Japan, but I put the qipao in it. You know, the Chinese dress. But the haori and stuff was Japanese, so it’s a mixture… My old stories…they don’t really open up to me anymore, can’t hear the voices of my characters…-- it may sound stupid but that is what happens when I neglect it…sigh

Br8kin-d-habit: you’re awfully cheerful…swt there was a whoops? I don’t recall writing whoops…ah, well…yeah, when I read it over, it sounded like across the nightingale floor and samurai X put together grin awesome! Have you been eating chocolate and drinking coke again? I told you not too much…that advice should go to myself too, but oh well :D

Isle of View: I had a lot of errors because the triple dots doesn’t work, I bet it doesn’t work now… every time I do a triple dot, it becomes only one  I don’t understand why…and the italics doesn’t work in fictionpress, so I had a lot of mistakes, I changed the thoughts now, so we could tell the difference. Yes, who cares about mistakes anyway, no one’s perfect…but yes, we could try but never make it.

Me: Yeah, I’ll continue it, I guess. What’s your id in FP? I’m feeling like I’m talking to myself for your ID is ‘me’ -- lol.

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“Tomoe…you’re so lucky! So many boys!”

I would rather die a million deaths… I rolled my eyes at Misakis constant squeals and screams while she looked through the pile of folders that consist of soldier BIO and pleas for my hand in marriage. Mr.Shishiro had announced my age rights and allowed me to choose.

I looked around the pile and threw most of them out for their pictures would just not do...what could I say? Appearance counts in a boy too… There was one that said he would love me and grant me pleasures everyday…I shivered at that thought and gave it to Misaki.

“Here you go, another prostitute to add to your pile…”

“Ooh! This one is a handsome one!” Her eyes filled with glee as she traced his face with a finger.

I opened a blue folder and met face to face once again with that boy with soft brown eyes and soft brown hair I had met 3 years ago… My heart skipped a few beats, my face went red and I quickly closed the folder.

“What is it? Tell me! Your face is all red!” Misaki teased me with a wicked smile plastered on her face.

She grabbed the folder from my little hands and opened it. After a moment of silence she gave me a loud squeal and started to pour her eyes on the writings.

“Oh dear me! How lucky you are! A Kyoto would like to marry you! Kyoto boys are soooo beautiful and so strong, manly, OH! I can go on forever!”

I peeked at the folder from behind her shoulder…”Kyoto…Kenji…it’s you…”

“What? Did you say something Tomo?” Misaki asked me using the nickname she made for me: Tomo.

“No…it’s nothing…”

Misaki gave me a confused glare and gathered up her pile and carried it outside, I heard the door slid shut and Misaki humming a merry tune as she walked down the servants’ hall.

I slowly got p and walked towards the closet and opened it gently. It’s still here… I gingerly took out the hakama and the haori. The black cloth of the haori was smooth and silky, it had a faint smell of my savior on it, and it had patterns of dragons and Sakura blossoms on the front and a Kyoto emblem printed at the back. The green hakama was plain and a little rough on the edges, torn a little in the leg openings. There was one torn in the haori though; on the upper part of the right sleeve.

I took the haori in my hands and took out a sewing box also. Sitting on the mat, I began to stitch it back together with black silk thread. After a few minutes of silence and work, the haori was as good as new. Smiling at my work, I folded it and placed it back in my closet.

Suddenly, the bell rang and there was no one to take the order. I sighed and put on a clean black and red qi pao. Hoping this wouldn’t be another of Misakis' customers, I straightened the creases that formed on my front and did a quick brushing for my hair and raced out to the calling soldiers.

“Yes? What may I do for you-…” I couldn’t finish, I met once again into those soft brown eyes. My savior, Kyoto Kenji…

“Hey there!” A voice made us both stop our gazing trance. I looked to my left and saw another soldier. He had the darkest eyes I ever saw, something I wouldn’t forget. His black hair tied up in a ponytail behind him. He wore only his hakama showing his upper body. Giving me a grin, he told me to sit.

I carefully sat on the mat away from Kenji and bowed my head to the mat to the both of them.

“Come now, lets not get too formal, please, sit up.” The man smiled at me. Slowly rising, I finally sat upright once more and stared at the 2 of them, “Yes…ummm…did you need anything?”

“Oh yes! There’s this servant called ‘Misaki’ that told me to come here…do you by any chance know her?”

I froze, they were Misaki's costumers, and I gave Kenji a disgusted look, which he only replied with a raised eyebrow. “Very well…I shall call her…” I said coldly and got up to my feet. After sliding the door shut behind me, I walked towards the servants hall.

Suddenly, I felt presence behind me, I turned. There was nobody there…strange… I kept walking, and yet, the presence of the stranger would not leave…

Taking out my a small knife from the bottom of my shoe, I whispered quietly, “Show yourself…”

From the shadow of a door, Kenji appeared. Nearly dropping my knife in shock, He grabbed my wrist and took away the knife. I gave him a scowl, “What are you trying to do? Sneaking on me like that!”

“I know what you’re thinking…I do not do prostitution, don’t worry…”

I gaped at him for a few seconds and wrenched my hand away. “I see…then why have you come here?”

His face tinged a little and he turned away, “I…have…journeyed here for your hand in marriage…”

The blood suddenly crept up to my cheeks, I turned to look at him once more, his face was completely red, almost alike as a beetroot. His soft brown eyes searched my face for something, but then, realizing me watching him, he stopped and looked down at his feet as if it was the most important thing right now.

“Tomoe-chan!” Misaki shouted as she came out of nowhere. I was suddenly pushed towards Kenji, who was unprepared for anything. Kenji had grabbed me by my waist and I had grabbed his arms, we wobbled back and forth until finally we were settled, Misaki gave me a great big hug, causing all of us to topple to the floor.

What I didn’t expect next was Kenji’s lips meeting mine…

Arg…that’s all I can think of for now!! -- (writer’s block