bạn disgust me.

**FANFICTION CHARACTER/COUPLE WARNING! Not so much a couple, but just kinda made-up stuff about Ranma 1/2 that never happened, but make sense... I think. Oh-- and there's 'prolly some mistakes. X3**

When I awoke, the house was empty. It has, is, and always will be a regular thing. Preparing and eating breakfast bởi myself. I've known silence like a mother knows her child, but I hate it like a rắn hổ mang hate a mongoose. Then I got a phone-call.
"Moshi moshi. Hibiki residence, Sofia speaking. How may I help bạn this morning?" I yawned with the phone to my ear. Surprisingly enough, there was no answer....

For Ciaran, my ghetto fabulous baby.

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It's still not quite apparent to me how this muilti-member relationship began.
I'm aware of the word 'fate', and how it's been tossed around a lot these days.
But looking back on the events that have happened in the past few years,
I don't think toying with that term is appropriate.


It started with a boy. I didn't know him, but bạn could tell from the tenacious look in his eye that he was always aiming for something. Most adults look at people his age and think that his goals are just childlike dreams. A far off glint.


"I want to be a Korean pop star."
bang.
The...

I walked slowly to Chris and Chef's tent while they ate dinner. Chef was still in his army suit.
"...Hey guys," I đã đưa ý kiến stepping inside.
"What do bạn want?" Chef asked putting down his fork.
"Food..." I đã đưa ý kiến with a cute smile. Chris looked at Chef and Chef looked back.
"Your "food" is in the bãi rác, dumpster in the Mess Hall, little lady." Chris smiled. I scowled in return.
"Well, that thực phẩm is not good for my growing teen-girl body!" I đã đưa ý kiến rocking on my heels. Chef sighed and pointed toward the fridge. I was walking over when I saw a pair of feet disappear behind the counter. My eyes opened and I thought...