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Chin-what?
Another Silver Pair one-shot.This is dedicated to my three darling chinchillas.

It stared up at him with large black eyes before it snuggled it's face back beneath Choutarou's chin. It was furry and it's ears were huge! And the tail was kind of like a squirrel's.

"Choutarou...what in the hell is that?!?"

He stared down at the thing tucked beneath his chin and scratched behind it's ear.

"It's a chinchilla."

" A chin-what?"

"It's a South American rodent Shishido-san", the silver haired kouhai explained as he continued to stroke the chinchilla's beige coat.

"Where'd you get a thing like that?.....Choutaro please don't tell me that you bought it off the JJ market in Bangkok..."

"No!Of course not! I got Suneo from the pet store near our university."

He had accidentally tightened his hold on the small creature and it looked offended. He rubbed it's forehead in apology.

I inched closer to it and poked it's tail.

"The tail's a bit wiry" I said, 'but still soft' I added in my head.

"Touch it's fur! It's really soft", said Choutarou. I did and ,to my surprise, it really was.

"What did you name this thing then?", I said as I kept petting the chinchilla.

"Suneo, short for Suneokusiri."

"Oh, like that demon that rubs against people's ankles at nighttime?"

"Yep."

"It suits him, but is it really a guy?", I gestured towards its butt.

"Because I don't see much junk down there..."

Choutaro informed me," That's because they are tucked in, like a goose's 'junk', Shishido-san"

"Oh."

I felt sorry for 'Suneo' as I observed him. Not only was he small ,fluffy and had his junk hidden but now he possessed a un-masculine name to go with it. It must of sensed my sympathy as it stared back with its big black sad eyes.'

'Oh geez', I thought before I said," Maybe, we should call him something more manly. I mean, he does not have much to show he's a man, give him something to hold on to."

The chinchilla and I both watched and waited for Choutarou's response.

"Here Suneo, let's put you in your new home now!"

Suneo's head seemed to droop a little but perked up as he watched the surroundings on the way to our bedroom.

...wait, OUR BEDROOM?!?

"Choutarou, that thing's gonna sleep in here with us!?"

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Waiting for your love

My teacher..URGH!
My American Literature and Composition Honors teacher is, as I cannot possibily articulate in any other terms in my present state, a BITCH. I am so tired and sick of her behaviour towards myself and others. I'll type more later, it's 11 PM here and I am becoming sleepy.Seriously though, I do have some serious stories to tell about that witch. And I'm the person who likes and understands teachers and their motives! But NOT this time! NO WAY!

Okay it's Sunday and I'm ready to tell these real stories.

First off, our class had a college visitation project. We had about two and a half weeks to work on it. I visited UW and SPU. The weekend before the project is due, my computer dies and it came back a WEEK later.Data's lost. And then I find out my travel drive just went through the wash. By this time I'm panicking.And my older sister got MARRIED that same weekend!So I didn't figure this out until Saturday evening when I went to turn the computer on to work on the project and nothing happened. So, I go work on the project at my friend's house 'til nine PM and on Sunday, at my parents' friends' barbeque, I had to stay inside on their computer to work on it!Then here comes Monday. I tell my teacher all of this. She gives me this fake smile and tells me "Good Luck Jenny". That's the only thing she said.That woman did not believe me, and indirectly implied that I was a liar! Afterwards, I work on it Monday and Tuesday nights from after school to nine PM at my friend's house trying to at least finish the project. And I did!I was going to turn it in on time, at least! Then the teacher said I was supposed to have title pages for each college.Now this would have taken about ten points off my project.But she told me I could turn it in tomorrow?What? So I got the title pages and turned it in the next day. She says she doesn't accept late work. And I am so pissed, believe me. I was about to toss it in the recycling bin but she stops me and says "Don't be so immature Jenny". What the hell? She has me turn it in later that day, and I plopped it on her desk. Really how does her logic even work? And she once again tells me to stop being immature. And that this is a college class.BUT IT'S NOT! We are in high school, despite her delusions, and this is merely a college prep-course!Of course I didn't tell her this and left for advanced prep. biology. When I get the project back, she ahd taken TWENTY points off because it was LATE.So if I had turned it in ON TIME I would only have had ten points deducted.Terrific. Overall, I received exactly half the points on the project. I believe it was 105 out of 210.Honestly, I knew that doing the two and a half week project in about THREE days would not garner me many points. And I told her all the things that happened that weekend, so why would she expect any better than that? Apparently she's more delusional than I thought. She had me stay after class and told me that my project was below standards and that no college would accept this, and that she was so DISAPPOINTED.Blah.Blah.Blah. Here is what I'd like to say about this: she made us write papers on the CAMPUS and how are meetings and talks with alumni and the admissions were and a thing about the school itself and it's ETHICS. What colleges is she talking about? Colleges and universities don't want their prospective students to write essays to them about how nice their campus is or how it went with admissions. The only part of the project with REAL value was when we had to fill out an application for one of the two colleges and write them an essay on ourselves.But she managed to overly complicate the application form part. She made us TYPE IN our data. Colleges don't expect that. They're fine with PEN!Anyway that's the FIRST story. I still have a few to tell you about!

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: Lion - Tsukiko Amano

A One-Shot of Silver Pair- Instinctual
I also put this on my account at fanfiction.net, called March Whispers. This is short and corny, but enjoy.

Choutaro and I were walking back from tennis practice one day when he said, "Shishido-san, you must be good at physics."

'What?' , I thought.

"Why's that?"

"You play pool."

I don't get it.

"...So?"

"Well, don't you use vectors and other things from physics?"

"I guess...But I don't think about pool like that. It's about angles, force and that stuff but, for me, it's mostly instinct", I paused.

"Isn't music the same for you? Sound is part of physics too," I asked him.

He seemed to brighten a little and blushed," Yep! I know about waves and frequency and pitch, but I don't really think about it either."

We continued walking and I saw my favorite ice-cream store.

"Hey Choutaro, let's stop here. My treat."

"Thanks, I'll buy next time Shishido-san."

"I told you to at least call me Shishido!"

He laughed, "Old habits die hard...Shishido-san."

'What a brat', I shrugged.

After getting our cones we sat at the tables outside. Choutaro had gotten a single-scoop of caramel pecan and I got a double-scoop combination of dark chocolate and triple berry sorbet.

We sat there for a while and watched the sunset. Today it was a mix of purples and blue with touches of reddish orange.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I turned to look at Choutaro and he was smiling. Looking back towards the sunset,"I guess."

'I hope he didn't see that', as I tried to keep the blood from rushing to my cheeks.

After we finished off the cones we kept walking to his house, because I'm staying the night so we can get up early tomorrow. We're going to work on his jump serve and neo-scud serve.

As we got closer to his house he suddenly said, " And you know something else Shishido-san?"

"What?"

"People say that love's all about chemistry, will I don't think about that when I'm with you. It's more like biology, because it's instinctual"

He smiled at me and ran ahead before I could respond.

"Choutaro! Gekidasa daze!"

I quickly caught up to him and smacked his arm. He winced a little.

"If you're going to run off then tell me! Come on."

I held out my hand and he grabbed it.

"Yes Shishido-san!"

We ran the rest of the two miles to his house and when we collapsed in the living-room, his mom ignored our state and offered us some lemonade. I immediately accepted it and gorged down three glasses.

Choutaro declined and said, " Shishido-san is refreshing enough for me"

At that I almost choked to death.

As we went up-stairs I noticed our hands were still intertwined.

I unconsciously tightened my grip. He looked at me and smiled again.

'Instinctual, huh?', I thought,' who needs an explanation for love, anyway?'

Current Mood: silly
Current Music: A New Day Has Come