The Loneliness I Pride Myself On ~ 13/18 ~ [Reita & Ruki]
Title: The Loneliness I Pride Myself On
Author: ravennightmare6
Beta: krasivayadusha
Chapter: 13/18
Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: Reita & Ruki (Akira & Takanori),
Synopsis: Takanori liked to think that he hated everybody equally. Though, he had to admit, somewhat begrudgingly, that he hated a few less than others.
Warnings: Use of real names, Profanity.
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the mediocre plot.
Comments: At the bottom, darlings <3
Previous Chapter
Sunday was a day that came far too quickly and yet not soon enough for Akira. The blond third year had been on so many dates he’d lost track by the time he was one month into his second year of high school and he was never nervous because dates for him always meant one thing; sex. But this date was different; this was a date with Takanori, the boy who’d captured his interest so wholly that he could barely go a day without somehow being in his presence. This date wasn’t about sex, it wasn’t about building up his infamous reputation, it wasn’t about another mindless pawn whose only purpose would be to get him off. This was a boy he was actually serious about and he figured that’s why he was so nervous; because he didn’t want to screw this one up. Before he could screw up a date and then never talk to the person again because he didn’t care, but with Takanori he couldn’t afford to screw anything up because he wanted this.
After waking up early to have a shower, Akira styled his hair and put on a pair of nice washed out jeans, a t-shirt with the words ‘Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ written across the front in a splattered paint effect, as well as a scuffed up leather jacket. With a deep breath and slightly shaky hands, Akira picked up his noseband off his bedside table and tied it securely at the back of his neck. Takanori’s bedroom door was still closed when Akira exited his own room and has he crossed the hallway he could hear noise coming from the behind that dark wood followed by a thump and a loud ‘fuck!’ The blond couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He loved how clumsy Takanori was and how he would stubbornly insist that he never needed help, only to come back a moment later and quietly mumbled about how he needed Akira to give him a hand with something. It was one of the many endearing qualities about the second year. He was grouchy and stubborn and a bit of an arse sometimes, but Akira could never get enough of him.
Once he stood outside Takanori’s door, Akira lifted a hand and knocked twice, “Taka, are you ready yet?” Surely, Akira thought, he couldn’t have too much to do. He’d told Takanori not to get too dressed up because he didn’t have enough money to take him to some fancy restaurant or anything; as much as he would’ve liked to. Unfortunately since Akira had stopped working his pay had also stopped, meaning he couldn’t afford some huge expensive date. Takanori had only shaken his head and mumbled that he’d much prefer a low-key kind of thing. Akira wondered why the second year wouldn’t want to go to a fancy restaurant, it seemed like it’d be right up his alley seeing as he lived in such a huge house with expensive furniture and clothing and food. But Akira guessed he should’ve known better by now; that judging Takanori based off the house he lived in never got him anywhere good. So he’d just shrugged and said he’d figure something out.
“Not yet!” Takanori’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door as well as the shuffling of feet and then the wood peaked open an inch or two. Akira watched as Takanori, who was only clad in a pair of ridiculously tight black jeans, opened the door enough for him to step through. “You can come and wait in here. I’ve only got to do a few more things.”
Akira walked into Takanori’s room which had clothes flung everywhere; it was messier than the third year had ever seen it and it made him chuckle to think that Takanori had so frantically been searching for an outfit for the day. When his gaze strayed to the little blond, who closed the door and walked past him, Akira’s jaw almost hit the floor. Akira didn’t think he’d ever seen Takanori shirtless before and now that he had he wanted to see more. The blond second year’s skin was perfectly smooth and flawless, the contours of his shoulder blades and spine tempting Akira to want to touch and feel. With careful steps, the taller boy approached Takanori, who was pondering over three shirts that lay spread out on his bed, and reached a hand out, lightly brushing his fingertips over the milky skin of Takanori’s waist. The second year stiffened slightly and glanced at Akira over his shoulder as the third year lay his palm flat against silky skin.
“What are you doing, Akira?” Takanori questioned quietly and Akira could feel the shiver under his hand as goosebumps prickled on Takanori’s skin. He’d been worried that the small blond would push him away and yell at him for being such an idiot; but he was glad when Takanori did nothing but stare at him, almost as if he were waiting to find out what Akira would do next.
Still totally mesmerized, Akira slid his other hand against the other side of Takanori’s waist feeling the silky smooth texture of the younger boy’s skin against his rough palms. It was heavenly, Akira thought. How could anyone feel this good? How was it that after he’d laid his hands on so many people, none of them ever felt like this? In that moment he was convinced that Takanori was perfect. Akira stepped closer and slid his arms around Takanori’s waist so he could lay them flat against the small blond’s abdomen, feeling it shudder slightly under his touch. The elder blond pulled Takanori back until he stumbled and landed flush against Akira’s chest. Akira nuzzled his covered nose just above Takanori’s ear and breathed the scent that was totally unique to him, before smiling and humming contently.
“You’re so perfect.” Akira found himself mumbling, only to have Takanori chuckle and ask him what he was talking about. Akira couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes and leaned his head down to place scattered kisses against the smaller blond’s shoulder, totally enjoying the feeling of that smooth skin against his lips. “You’re grumpy and stubborn and childish and rude…” Akira trailed off and reopened his eyes, placing a kiss against Takanori’s jaw. “But you’re perfect.”
Takanori’s frame shook against Akira’s as he chuckled and turned his face to look at Akira with an expression that was both amused and suspicious. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” He questioned. “Are you trying to coax me into bed before we’ve even gone on a date? I’m not that cheap, Akira. You should know that by now.” Takanori frowned and pursed his plump lips in mock offence.
Akira laughed and drew his face back to look at the small blond. He hadn’t at all expected Takanori to start cracking jokes about sleeping with him, but he guessed he should’ve known; Takanori liked to make a joke out of things that made him a little uneasy in an attempt to hide that unease. Akira decided to play along with the joking atmosphere and moved his hands against Takanori’s abdomen slightly, teasing the skin under his fingertips. “Well you opened the door looking so tempting, I just couldn’t help but notice how delicious you look.” Akira emphasized his statement by leaning down and lightly grazing his teeth against the bare skin of Takanori’s shoulder.
“Mmm, don’t do that,” Takanori squirmed a little bit in Akira’s hold in an attempt to free himself but Akira held tight, continuing to nibble on delicate skin. “Akira… stop,” the little blond couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the ticklish yet arousing feeling of teeth and lips on his skin.
Akira growled quietly, enjoying the effect he was having on Takanori and bit just a little harder. A surprised yelp left the second year’s lips and he twisted, successfully freeing himself from Akira’s grip, spinning to pin the third year with a glare as his hand held his shoulder where a small bruise was beginning to form. Akira stared sheepishly as Takanori mumbled something about needing to use to the bathroom before he scrambled around his bed and slammed the door to the bathroom shut, leaving Akira standing in his room totally bewildered. Had he gone too far again? Surely not. Takanori seemed ok with it all, he would’ve been able to tell if the little blond was uncomfortable, he knew well enough what that was like.
Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, Akira sighed and glanced around Takanori’s room with a frown etched into his brow. The damn midget really had made a mess of the place. Shaking his head, Akira began picking up items of clothing off the floor; shirts, pants, socks, and even a few pairs of underwear. Seriously, why was Takanori worrying about what kind of underwear he wore? Pulling open the dark mahogany chest of draws, Akira began stuffing the clothes back inside. Takanori probably wouldn’t be happy with his packing-away skills but he’d just have to deal with it later, for the moment Akira just felt like he needed something to do to keep himself occupied.
Opening up one of the bottom draws, where Takanori most likely kept his pants, Akira began stuffing them in. He reached down to move one already folded pair to the side he could fit the unfolded ones in when his fingers brushed against a thick notebook. After analysing it for a moment Akira recognized it as the journal Takanori wrote all of his lyrics in. The blond third year knew he really shouldn’t look at it but there was that ever present wonder and itching curiosity at the back of his mind whenever he saw the dark bound leather book. Biting his lip, Akira took it out and placed the pants he’d been holding to the side. He knew he really shouldn’t have been doing it, but he had to. He had to know what Takanori was so secretive about all the damn time.
The book was thick and stuffed with pages, many of them with tattered edges and dog-eared corners marking songs that Takanori obviously needed to work on or complete. Akira saw the familiar lyrics that he’d read the day he had really started to become fascinated by the blond second year. “Hello my dear, kill me gently…” Akira wondered what those lyrics meant. He guessed that Takanori wasn’t really one to write useless empty lyrics; Takanori just didn’t strike him as that kind of person. Hence the lyrics in the book had to have meant something. Akira just didn’t know what.
As he quickly flicked through the book, catching snippets of different songs, Akira became even more intrigued. There was one song called Cassis that really grabbed his attention; it seemed like a beautiful song. From what he could tell it was about separation, but not the bad kind. It was the kind of separation that made you stronger as a person and he smiled at the lyrics as he read them.
…Even if your feelings go away in the future,
I’ll definitely keep loving you
Even if you can’t see me in the future,
I’ll definitely keep loving you…
When Akira reached the end of Takanori’s scrawling handwriting he noticed a song that’s lyrics weren’t yet complete. At the top of the page it was dated 17th October; the day that Akira had found himself outside Takanori’s door at two o’clock in the morning. It was obviously a song that he’d been writing over a certain period of time because he’d used different colours pens and his handwriting was slightly different each time, showing that he’d written the lyrics on different occasions.
I’ve been searching for something recklessly, and since it’s okay to stumble I continue on
I understand I look foolish, but I keep at it so I wouldn’t have regrets
I could trust only myself, and I didn’t need something like friends
The fangs I bared at anything and everything, the wings of puberty fragilely fleeting
I want to become strong, have the strength to live on my own
Actually, I’m just afraid of being betrayed
When you do nothing but flee, nothing changes either
I know that, yet I’m unable to change
The loneliness I prided myself on
Those were my wings for running away to a useless ideal
Triumphantly, I held up a 「RIOT」 called self-assertion
Because beyond this light
Wasn’t anything like liberty
Teenage Bluely Days
I was indulging in every one of those boisterous days
When I realized it, I’d already been burdened by loneliness
It was painful. Because I wasn’t really hoping
To be lonely
The loneliness I prided myself on
Those were my wings for running away to a useless ideal
Triumphantly, I held up a RIOT called self-assertion
Because beyond this light
Wasn’t anything like liberty
When you do nothing but pretend, you end up forgetting your true self
So sometimes, it’s important to relax and rely on somebody else
When I get hurt…and feel like crying, I turn to the sky and scream loudly
I don’t want to forget myself
I want to be as I am…
The song was titled Miseinen and it was one of the only songs in the book that Akira actually understood. He knew that these were Takanori exact feelings; even if the little blond had never actually said all of them aloud Akira knew. He knew how Takanori felt. He just wished the song was finished so he could know how it ended. But he thought that maybe the reason it wasn’t finished yet was because there wasn’t an end to the story yet which made him smile and wonder if he would have an impact on the ending.
Akira was about to shut the book when suddenly a small bundle of papers fell out of the back. The few pieces of paper scattered on the floor and Akira cursed as he bent down to pick them up and quickly place them away before returning the book to its rightful place. He’d thought they were just spare pages of lyrics but as he picked them up one by one he realized that they were documents; legal documents. Frowning, the blond third year shuffled through the first few before picking up the last one and feeling his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach as his jaw fell slack. The header on the paper read ‘Tokyo Department of Public Health’ plus a name and an address. Skipping further down the document Akira swallowed hard as he read the next heading…
Certificate of Adoption.
What followed was the ‘child’s name before adoption’: Mizushima Takanori. It was a last name that was totally unknown to Akira and the third year had the stupid, fleeting thought that maybe it wasn’t the Takanori he knew. Maybe it was a different one and the blond he knew just happened to have the paper. But when he skipped down to the next section and read ‘child’s name after adoption’: Matsumoto Takanori. And in that moment Akira knew for sure that there was no way that the document couldn’t be, by some miracle, talking about someone else. There was no two ways about it… Takanori was adopted and suddenly Akira understood almost everything.
The reason Takanori hated talking about his parents wasn’t entirely because they were always overseas, but because they weren’t even his real parents to begin with. He knew why the blond second year had reacted so strongly to seeing Akira’s own mother and sister. It was because Akira actually had a family, he had a mother to care for him and welcome him home at the end of the day. Akira also knew why Takanori was so afraid of letting people in. The little blond was afraid of letting people in because his birth parents had left him, his adoptive parents had taught him how to clean and cook and then left him. Takanori had only ever known betrayal, he’d only ever known people leaving him which is how Akira now understood why he acted so coldly to everyone, why he wasn’t interested in making friends and being nice. Akira felt incredibly privileged all of a sudden. He’d been the one person Takanori had somewhat let his walls down for. He’d been the one Takanori had let in and shared things with. Akira was the one Takanori had chosen to take a chance with and that little fact made him so happy.
Akira was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the lock on the bathroom door turning and he quickly stuffed the papers back into the notebook, placed it back in it back in its draw before shoving the pants on top and pushing the draw shut. He stood up and leaned his backside against the chest of draws has Takanori exited the bathroom, looking far less uptight than he had when he’d went in there.
“What were you doing in there? You took ages,” Akira commented absently, trying not to somehow give away that he’d been snooping through the second year’s stuff and discovered his biggest secret. The elder blond didn’t even know how he was going to bring up the subject with Takanori; he knew he’d have to say something eventually, but when he didn’t know.
“Nothing,” Takanori answered quickly. “I just had to pee.”
“Took you an awful long time to piss,” Akira narrowed his eyes, getting suspicious. What had Takanori been doing in there? Using it as an excuse to take his mind off the second year’s past Akira stalked forward and watched as the little blond shrunk back a little and practically refused to look at him. He smiled when he registered that Takanori still hadn’t put his shirt back on which awarded him a nice view of the blond’s taught abdomen; not as muscled as his own, but still not a bad sight at all. “Takanori…” Akira hummed in a sing-song kind of voice. “What were you doing in there?”
“Nothing,” Takanori snapped. “I already told you I wasn’t doing anything so shut up and leave it alone, will you?” Akira could see how uneasy Takanori was but he wasn’t going to give up, because he was a stubborn arsehole like that.
“Taka…” Akira reached forward and ran the tips of his fingers over Takanori’s abdomen, feeling the little blond flinch a little. “Your stomach is wet. Almost like… you had to wash it.”
Takanori’s face went bright red as he slapped Akira’s hand away as it tried to sneak forward yet again. “Shut up! I washed my hands after I went to the bathroom and wiped them, it’s not a big deal. Now will you stop fucking around? I still need to decide on a shirt.”
Akira chuckled, “I think you’re lying to me. You know what else I think?” Akira snuck up behind Takanori when he turned around to slip on his shirt and placed his broad hands on the little blond’s slim waist. “I think you got a boner and ran off to take care of it yourself instead of letting me do it.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Takanori mumbled. “And don’t be so cocky either; I’m not that easy to turn on”
Akira chuckled and dropped the subject, not wanting to push Takanori like he’d pushed him before. The blond third year knew better than that by now. But Akira found that he’d lost something to take his mind off everything his smile faded and he was left with the torturous thoughts of the fact that Takanori was adopted. He wanted to badly to talk to the younger boy about it but knew that if he did he’d probably have his head bitten off. Takanori would most probably kick him out or something and Akira certainly didn’t want that.
The elder blond was snapped out of his thoughts by Takanori voice and his hand waving in front of Akira’s face. “Huh?” Akira asked dumbly as he focused his attention back on the little blond.
“Stop spacing out, birdbrain. Seriously, is your attention span that short?” Takanori regarded him suspiciously, disguising his obvious unrest with insults. Granted, it wasn’t really like Akira to totally wander off into his own little dream world like that so he didn’t blame Takanori for being suspicious.
Quickly plastering on a smile that hopefully hid anything he might have given away, he was terrible at hiding things, Akira bent down and pinched Takanori’s cheek, “Are you ready for your first date?”
Takanori harshly slapped his hand away and shot the elder blond a dangerous glare, “Are you masochistic or something?” Takanori asked, eyeing the taller blond sceptically. “Because you’re really asking for an arse-kicking today.” The smaller teen pouted his plump lips when all Akira did was laugh. With a swift punch to the arm Takanori mumbled something about hurrying up as he stomped out the door in a huff.
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The pair of teens was lucky the weather had begun to fine up for the day, with only a few scattered clouds here and there. They’d strolled around for a while, looking at different shops and bought lunch. After a few hours Takanori began complaining that his feet hurt which Akira had only chuckled at while taking the second year’s hand and pulling him along, much to Takanori’s dismay. The shorter of the pair glanced around quickly and whispered frantically that if someone saw them all hell would break loose at school. Akira only rolled his eyes and marched forwards through the crowd, the second year trailing behind with his hair hanging over his face.
All day Akira had found it a little difficult to relax and for good reason. He’d begun to notice little details about the way Takanori acted around other people that he hadn’t before, mostly because he’d never actually been out in public with the little blond for too long but also because of his new-found information. Takanori was cold, colder than Akira had originally thought. When the shop assistants asked if there was anything they could do to help, Takanori would give them a short, sharp ‘no’ and would no longer acknowledge their presence. If they passed a family in the street, whether it be a mother with one or two kids, or two parents and their child, Takanori would tense up ever so slightly and look anywhere but at them. Akira noticed the little crease in the younger’s brow when someone would smile at him as they walked past, or brush just a little too close. Takanori really didn’t like people and it was now even more obvious to Akira than it had been to begin with.
Hence the elder blond had made the decision to draw Takanori away from the crowded streets and to somewhere a little more peaceful. Akira gently squeezed Takanori’s hand in reassurance and led him away from the bustling crowds of Takeshita-dori towards a more secluded area of the city. As they entered the peaceful grounds of Konnō Hachiman-gū Shrine, Takanori glanced around before he tugged on Akira’s hand, making the elder blond stop and turn around. “Why’re we here?” He mumbled quietly.
Akira cleared his through a littler nervously and rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. How could he explain his sudden attentiveness? He knew he was usually pretty good at reading a situation but this was pushing it, even for him. “Um…” He thought quickly. “I like the peacefulness here.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. He’d been to this shrine a lot before but that wasn’t the reason he wanted to bring Takanori there.
The little blond narrowed his eyes, obviously not really believing Akira. Nevertheless, the third year ignored the disbelieving stare and led the younger over to a bench. As they sat down the pair took in their surroundings. It was indeed peaceful with only a few other people meandering about the grounds, mostly elderly people who’d come to view the shrine and pay their respects. Akira watched out of the corner of his eye as Takanori visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping slightly and releasing a sigh. The third was glad he’d been able to somehow ease the younger’s discomfort, even if it was just a little bit. But Akira couldn’t help but think that their date had been a little boring, not really peaking Takanori’s interest and that made him feel a little disappointed.
Looking down, Akira noticed the Takanori’s small hand was still clasped in his own and with a slight smile he ran his thumb over the soft skin and pulled it up to his lips, placing a kiss there. The third year felt the younger tense a little when he looked over at Akira. “You know,” the tall blond began, ignoring Takanori’s puzzled stare. Really, the second year should be used to his affections by now. “My dad used to bring me here a lot… before he left.”
Takanori looked at his feet and for some reason Akira thought the younger was about to snap at him and say he didn’t want to hear one of his sob stories. He assumed that would’ve been the answer had they not been around each other for so long, but Akira was still glad when the small blond didn’t say anything, taking it as his cue to continue. “Before my sister was born we used to do lots of stuff. But for some reason I always liked coming here the most,” Akira reminisced, thumb still absentmindedly rubbing over Takanori’s hand. “He used to buy me takoyaki at this little stall not so far away and then we’d come here... You know, I don’t hate him.”
Takanori’s interest was piqued and he looked up at Akira curiously, his hazel eyes full of confusion, “What? You mean… you don’t hate your dad?” When Akira pursed his lips and shook his head confidently. The second year frowned. “Why not? You have every right to hate him. He left you… you and your mother and your sister. It’s such a cruel thing to do.”
“There’s no use in hating him,” Akira explained calmly. He guessed he was probably trying to subliminally tell Takanori that he shouldn’t be angry about either of his parents not being there, even though he knew Takanori’s situation was different from his. “He’s gone,” the blond shrugged. “There’s nothing I can do about that, I’m only wasting energy if I choose to hate him. Energy I could be spending on my family and other things,” the third year shot Takanori a meaningful look.
A thoughtful expression crossed Takanori face as he averted his eyes and Akira thought he was probably thinking about exactly what the third year wanted him to think about. “Akira,” Takanori suddenly spoke up after a few minutes of silence. The third year ‘hmm’ed’ quietly, watching curiously as the little blond nibbled on his lip. “Let’s have your mum and sister over for dinner,” Takanori said, raising his head up to lock eyes confidently with Akira.
“W-what?” Akira stuttered. Out of all things to come out of his mouth those words had been that last thing Akira ever expected to hear. He shook his head and regathered his thoughts, turning to completely face the younger to look him directly in the eyes. “Are you sure, Taka? I mean last time didn’t exactly… go well.”
“I know,” Takanori mumbled, looking down only to have his face lifted again by Akira’s fingers. “But…I don’t know, I just- I want to get to know your family. I thought that maybe, seeing as I don’t have my own it’d be nice to at least have some kind of experience. I don’t know,” Takanori squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his head away again, obviously embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it, actually. It was a stupid idea. Forget it,” he mumbled.
“No, no,” Akira was quick to answer. “It’s a great idea! I was just a bit surprised, that’s all. But I’m sure mum would love that, Koyuki too. But are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything…”Akira trailed off, feeling like he was treading on dangerous grounds. Takanori wasn’t really one to openly speak about his own weaknesses much, but he felt as though he needed to make sure the second year would be ok.
Takanori took a deep breath and nodded surely, “I’ll be fine. I can control myself better now and I’ll feel more comfortable with you there… even though you were there last time, but things have changed since then. It’ll be fine.”
Akira couldn’t help but smile. Takanori could be so sweet when he wanted to be. “I’ll help you cook,” Akira said, “And then we’ll sit down and have dinner like a family. Is that what you want?” Takanori nodded firmly, letting a small smile tug at the corner of his plump lips. “And I promise,” Akira gave Takanori’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll be there to hold your hand the whole time. Also…” Akira thought, an idea suddenly popping into his head. “Maybe… maybe we can tell her…about us? I mean, I know I never really asked you officially, but,” the elder blond bit his lip and stared into Takanori’s wide eyes, “Will you…be my boyfriend?”
Akira swore he almost heard Takanori lose his breath, the second year gasping softly. He knew he probably should’ve been expecting it. But it still came as a surprise because there’d always been that little twinge of doubt in his stomach that he’d wake up one morning and Akira would be gone. He realized he hadn’t answered yet and that the third year was starting to look a little nervous. So Takanori nodded slowly and leaned in to put his arms around Akira’s neck, burying his face in the elder blond’s neck. “Yes,” he mumbled and couldn’t hold back what could only be described as a giggle. “But are you sure you can handle me?”
Akira threaded his arms at the small of Takanori’s back, chuckling into his blond mop of hair. “Oh please,” he said. “If I couldn’t handle you I wouldn’t have stuck around so long.” He nudged the little blond back with his shoulder so that he could stare into his boyfriend’s eyes. With a quick glance around to make sure what few people were there were paying them no attention to them, he leaned down to place a swift kiss against Takanori’s soft lips. Pulling back, he smiled, “Let’s go home? I’ll call mum and organize everything.”
Takanori gave a small nod and the pair of them stood up, still hand in hand and left the shrine. As they made their way home Akira had the thought that, now, maybe their date hadn’t been so boring after all because now Takanori was officially his boyfriend. The second year would probably give him his first legitimate relationship and Akira was more than excited to pamper the little blond to the world’s end.
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A/N: WHOOOOO A new chapter. I'm so happy I was able to get this done for all of you. I don't really have much to say for this chappie except that I'm SO sorry it took so long to get done. I also want to dediate it to akumura because she has left a lovely comment on every chapter, without fail, since I started writing this story and because I promised this chapter to her forever ago. So here you are deary, I hope you enjoy~
Also, as of today I'm officially on school holidays! It's also my last school holidays ever because next term is my last 7 weeks of high school!! Anyway, moral of the story is, seeing as I'm on holidays I should be able to get a decent chunk of writing done. Also, a year ago this month I was in Japan. I miss it SO SO much and I want to get back there as soon as I possibly can! So I thought I'd share some photos from my trip and also some of the awesome clothes I bought over there~ (Don't mind my face, I look weird in those photos xD I promise I'm cute most of the time~)
