=PSYCHOTIC BUTTERFLY ◤εїз ORIGINAL◢

Everything I love... either gets destroyed or taken away from me. 

It was... always like that from the very beginning. Even now, through those widening eyes, I could see those victims pile right at the contours of my mind and it just destroys me from the inside out, like a knife is cutting way too deep into my chest.

The reason? That girl with the cruel smile... and the blonde pigtails, who was also my sister.

She blamed me for our mother's death, because right after a despair inducing cry, I became released out of her womb and killed the woman in the process. Ever since that day, I was held responsible, but even so, father forgave me. From time to time, he even cherishes me like I'm a treasured entity. Kind, kind father... loving father... father split into half, all because of her!

If only I wasn't born... if only she hadn't interfered, but if only I could have known dear sister hates me with every last fiber of her being, I wouldn't end up here. Those unfeasible lies, saying she would always be there for the little me, became nothing more than just lies in the end.

I couldn't remember when, but it started after bringing a stray kitten home with me. The next day, she appeared before me with tears in her eyes and Sir Sourpuss cradled in her arms, while accusing a group of kids for hurting him. Just when she promised to heal the unconscious kitten with our father's medical supplies back in the study, I had watched the crazy glint in her brightly coloured hue as she forcibly bound me to a chair and killed Sir Sourpuss in front of my eyes. 

The more I screamed and cried, the more she cackled with glee. It was so horrible, I longed to burn my eyes out in their sockets, especially upon having witnessed the wide grin spreading across her lips from decapitating Sir Sourpuss's head from his limp body. 

"Ahahahahahaha.... finally, I've been wanting to do this... for such a long time now! Can you see? Can you see? Hey, Livi, look! Not so cute anymore right? Just look at this disgusting thing, now that it's deprived of it's own head!" 

At that time, I thought my sister was a demon... but even then, it didn't stop there, though we were still considered children. With dad refusing to acknowledge that one of his perfect daughters did such a thing, she always obtained the benefit of the doubt. 

No matter which animal or pet I befriended, it would never last... because that sister of mine will always return them broken, bruised or made into stew. It was like she derived pleasure from seeing me like this, with my heart being shattered into a million pieces. Her sick loneliness from our mother's death additionally caused her to run father through one day with a chainsaw all for the sake of making me feel pain, though she clearly had tears in her eyes while doing so.

It was how we really became orphaned, but according to the adults, father's death was only just an accident... nothing of which an innocent, home-schooled girl of twelve could have done. As I grew up, my sister grew tired of physically torturing subjects whom I harbored attachments for. In the case where it was a girl, she made them turn on me and if it was a guy, she would have seduced them to become hers, especially when it involved ones who were potential love interests.

"You don't deserve to be happy... understand? If you're happy, I'll ruin every last ounce of that happiness until you can no longer feel anything else but an insatiable urge to commit suicide." she would say.

Eventually, I just... held back my emotions and feelings, because my chest wouldn't be able to take any more... but after seeing her so happy with that handsome boy, I simply lost control of an innate anger. This sense of love they emanated... it sickened me beyond belief, especially since I could not have whatever joy she must have experienced back then. When I was supposed to deliver their snacks to my sister's room for their studying session, I had carried a knife from behind my waist while carrying a tray of shortbread cookies and juice.

The moment I saw the content expression on her face, it caused me to attack her from behind. Having been thrown into a frenzy, I couldn't focus on anything else but killing her. The scent of her blood intoxicated me, to the point where I could only see red and feel hands trying to pry me off the body I've yearned to choke within my grasp for years. 

On that day, I lost a part of myself... the part that was undeniably sane. Right after murdering my sister, I force fed her corpse to this handsome boy, whom I've threatened with acts of violence.

Before then, I was a pacifist but if you were there and saw me, you could have seen the intense animosity I emitted towards the face that still stung and leaked with tears. As far as I had been concerned, it wasn't fair that my sister could have someone cry so earnestly for her... and what's more, love her in such an unconditional manner, despite my recountings of what she did.

In our foster family's house, the village's policemen broke down the door and took me custody. As it turned out, the scared neighbors had all heard the screaming and yelling within the commotion but still told the officers to take caution... and they did so, right after I tired myself out from reiterating my hatred over and over, until I practically destroyed my vocal chords.

Later on during the night, I was supposed to undergo an execution... an execution where all the villagers had to participate in stoning me to death, but as it currently was, I already had enough of those condescending faces and people calling out that I should really just die and go to hell.

You know what I did, though? I killed so many of them, others had even resorted to using guns on me. As luck would have it, one of those bullets grazed my shoulder. During those very last seconds, I ran off into the darkness lit by flickering lanterns. I had bled and hid from policemen and villagers for so long that I thought I could disappear at any second. 

Sure enough, I fell unconscious... and I could have sworn something swooped in to carry the back of my collar in it's talons, before soaring through the air with my light body in tow. 

Once I had awoken, I became an amnesiac. According to your clan's people, their sacred dragon, Jinryuu, had saved me. It was on top of those mountains where I had been surrounded by such kind and concerned individuals... with one of them being you.

Ever since then, your clan took care of me. For once, I could be as happy as I wanted. In fact, I was so happy, I had convinced myself that I didn't need my memories when I had someone wonderful like to return back to.

But then... those strange people from some far-away village invaded your clan's territory. They even shot your mom, when they refused to hand me over!

Soon, unpleasant images appeared from one after another in my head, and like my execution day, the bullet to my rib cage reminded me so much of what I wanted to forget.

I didn't know how I managed to do so, but I succeeded in running away... before any more people important to me could be killed. Despite this, however, you still chased after me. For my sake, you even used that forbidden technique to incapacitate those vengeful policemen trailing behind us.

"Livi! Wait up!"

You followed me into the forest while I continually shook in grief. With each and every second, I became aware of everything... including my sister, Sir Sourpuss and the hateful side that shouldn't have been me. Every now and then at regular intervals, so much blood loss made it seem as though I was lingering outside of my body; still, my mind functioned properly enough to en-script messages on the ground and barks of trees with the crimson liquid seeping into my nostrils...

'forgive me'

"hurts'

'help'

By the time I grew exhausted and slid my back down against a tree, I saw your panting form run up to me. The me that is reflected within the surface of the lake water as of currently seemed so vivid. I wondered... if I were a butterfly, could I have flew with a big, battered wound?

"Livi!" 

At the sound of my name, tears blurred my vision. When you inch closer to me, I couldn't stop myself from gripping tightly on your shirt with bloodstained fingers.

"I-I'm sorry, Levi. I... love you... so much that it hurts."

░▐ ‵‵♛↪ ᒥ DIANA ᒣ ↙↙ ▁▁▪▪ LEFT ALONE╎♥╎

"S-Sir, it was me! I was the one who made the mess!" [Name] suddenly stepped in with arms spread wide open in front of Diana, as though he would be able to protect her... like how he always did. The redhead's sobs became stifled with the back of her sleeve as Mr.Hoffman regarded the boy with an irritable click of the tongue.

"So it was you?" He questioned before taking one step closer to scrutinize him. "Or perhaps, you're lying when Diana is clearly the one at fault! Step aside this instant! I am not done with her!" Mr.Hoffman bellowed out, only for [Name] to remain motionless. 

"Please... Diana had nothing to do with this, honest!" He continued to plead with him. 

Each and every time, she could not understand. It was constant, but [Name] never failed to jump to her defense and do these things... all for her sake. Above all else, however, she believed that she didn't need to be saved, yet regardless, [Name] was always there, like some disgusting knight in shining armor. 

But because she was so scared of Mr.Hoffman, Diana could never quite scream out for the man to stop hitting and yelling at him. She just stood there with tears stinging past her cheeks as she silently willed Mr.Hoffman to leave. 

"H-Hey... you alright?"

And when he finally did by giving up on her with [Name] being beaten to a bloody pulp, Diana just pushed him away, even though it killed her on the inside.

"What are you, stupid? I've already told you... I don't need you! Now, just stay there while I get help."

And with that, she strode out of the room while ignoring how her heart continued to beat a mile per second.

Above all else, though, she hated this feeling, hated how [Name] made her feel so vulnerable by falling for him. Either way, she refused to accept it when she's supposed to break his heart into tiny little pieces and so, Diana will never forgive Clara if she couldn't heal [Name]... her precious [Name].

Then came the day where she would never forget.

On that day, Diana became mad with jealousy over seeing [Name]'s beautiful smile, which was meant to be hers, around that filthy, filthy Jennifer. 

"Ugh! You two-timing jerk! I... was wrong about you!" She remembered blurting out before scurrying off with a bitter heaviness in her chest. Even when Jennifer expressed concern, the redhead could care less. For stealing [Name] away from her, she would pay! 

Needless to say, Diana should have already known he wouldn't have left her alone. It had easily gotten to the point where she wanted nothing more than for [Name] to die, even as he chased after her. 

"Diana! Diana, wait!" the disheveled boy would call out through the abandoned hallway but no matter what, that didn't stop her from ultimately exiting out through the entrance doors and following the gate back to the road.

All she could recall afterwards was that [Name] followed her around everywhere, despite how she demanded to be left alone at one point. Little did Diana know that her wish would soon be granted for at the very last second, an incoming bus came speeding towards her at an uncontrollable rate. 

"Look out!" The next thing she knew, the redhead was shoved out of the way and with widened eyes, Diana witnessed the bus crash into [Name]. 

Later on, he inevitably died.

Right after everybody left the examination room so that Diana could be alone with him, she glared angrily down at his corpse laying peacefully snug within the bed while her trembling fingers wrapped around his frigid hand. It just wasn't fair! How could [Name] do this to her when she loved him so much? She squeezed his palm tightly within her grasp while trying to blink back tears... only for them to flow easily down her cheeks as her shoulders continually shook. 

Upon lowering her head, she dropped the mermaid doll [Name] made for her down against the floor. 

░▐ ‵‵☸↪ ᒥ AMANDA ᒣ ↙↙ ▁▁▪▪ YEARNING╎♥╎

After years of countless remarks and crude drawings of pigs sporting blonde hair at the orphanage, it went without saying that Amanda would eventually hate looking at herself in the mirror... when she would only be met with the very sight of her own reflection that she came to hate so much. 

Even as a woman of eighteen years, Amanda was still considered pudgelike and considerably less attractive than other girls... in other words, ugly. It was out of pity that the tailor of Del Floria's employed her as an apprentice in the first place, but regardless, Amanda still happened to be thankful.

There wasn't a day that gone by where she hadn't worked hard at threading and sewing fabrics together, including pieces of divine and authentic silk that she would normally be very lucky in even getting her hands on, if it weren't for Madame Lina. 

"Amanda, keep at it, you hear?"

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

It would always end up like this, but she didn't mind so much, even if the days were dull and the only things to distract herself during breaks were listening to daily gossip from customers and staring longingly at dresses set out on display. But regardless, Amanda knew that such expensive and beautiful clothes would never be wasted on such a fairly plump body like hers, so she could only keep dreaming.

Still, the blonde was quite lonely, and sometimes, it would have taken all of her to just keep going and view her entire future in a positive outlook. Besides, when it came down to it, her situation could be a whole lot worse - at the very least, she got paid by Madame Lina who had the fortune of being kind.

What she didn't plan was falling in love... especially with a handsome, young man that happened to be way out of her league.

Amanda would often notice how [Name] would come into their shop during the late afternoons, a pattern that she came to quickly and mentally acknowledge inside of her head. Before long, it became a daily routine of hers to quickly drop the brush she was adjusting her hair with in order to send the male a weak smile of her own.

The fact [Name] would always grin back made Amanda's heart flutter inside of her chest. Of course, that feeling never lasted for long, since his attention would soon drift off towards Madame Lina, who will shortly direct him to the different types of cloths before proceeding to take his measurements. 

Though she held nothing against the woman, Amanda was secretly jealous... to the point where she would beat up a doll she made of her in the room upstairs. Matters weren't made any better, by how the two would be seen gazing at her every now and then, when they thought she wasn't looking.

 As if Amanda didn't know they were talking about her behind her back! She honestly grew bitter, yet sad at the same time.

It was foolish to think that [Name] would ever spare her a second glance.

Amanda heaved out a sigh, as she brought yet another unfinished sweater down onto the countertop. As of currently, it was already getting dark out. Judging from the time on the clock, she really needed to get home soon and finish the article of clothing at a later date.

The moment she arose to her feet, however, Madame Lina's face came poking around the corner. "Ah... perfect timing! Amanda! Do you have a moment, by any chance?" She inquired, causing Amanda to jump a bit. "Huh? Why, of course..." The blonde gradually nodded and timidly padded over. "I-Is there something you need, ma'am?" she nervously questioned, while wondering what it was that the woman had called her over for.

Madame Lina, on the other hand, just shook her head, and by that time, Amanda already recognized the fact she was holding something behind her back. She was about to ask her what it had been, but figured it would be rude of her to be so nosy. "Well... you know that [Name] fellow?" Madame Lina asked in hushed tones, as she glanced suspiciously around them, as though searching for those who might overhear their conversation.

Amanda bit her bottom lip, in the hopes that it wouldn't be what she thought it was. "Don't tell him or anybody I said this, but [Name] had been wanting to date you for so long now. When I was around with him, most of what he could talk about was you! Goodness! It was really beginning to be that troublesome, since it seems that the only reason he came here nowadays is to see you... to think that the clothes are just an excuse!" Madame Lina huffed, and sure enough, Amanda could only stare incredulously. 

"Wh-Wh-What? Are you sure? M-Me? But..." The blonde stammered. She could hardly believe every single word her mentor was saying! How could that [Name] be interested in her of all people? "Apparently, he really thinks you're cute." Madame Lina deadpanned. "Anyway, before I forget, this admirer of yours asked me to give you this today." She handed out a letter with a heart seal on it and walked away at last. "Make sure to have plenty of rest for tomorrow!"

Needless to say, Amanda just stood there, stunned. At long last, however, she finally brought herself to open the letter, and nearly had to stop herself from squealing in much suppressed excitement. Now, all she had to do was think about what to wear on that special day! For the first time in a while, Amanda could happily skip out of Del Floria's in high spirits, and as the darkness pressed down on her, one could just make out the kiss imprint on the parchment next to [Name]'s name.

░▐ ‵‵♊↪ ᒥ NATSUKI SHINOMIYA ᒣ ↙↙ ▁▁▪▪ DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL╎♥╎

A hum soon made its way past the blond's lips as he started cracking eggs into a blender. According to Natsuki, it was the perfect afternoon to make some Piyo-chan shaped cookies ( despite the fact it reacted like poison in practically everyone's mouth ), since his lovely wife wouldn't be home from grocery shopping until late in the evening. In other words, however, Natsuki had the whole house to himself alongside his adorable daughter, so he thought he should be making the best out of it.

On a further note, though, little [Name] really was the cutest thing he swore he ever set his eyes upon! Natsuki also found it wonderful that she strived to become a musician like him, and as a whole, he held great pride of the fact that the girl already shown much promise as a violinist, and she was only six!

Before long, however, Natsuki had added in some... 'unusual' combination of foods with the eggs. After placing the lid on top of the blender, grinding noises soon reverberated throughout the kitchen. It wasn't long until the ingredients became thoroughly mixed. With a wooden spoon, Natsuki then started swinging the questionable batch of black and brown dough into each hole of the muffin pan, before flamethrower-ing it in to perfection.

To any sane individual, this display would be considered more frightening than anything else. At this point, though, [Name] came racing down the stairs in barely suppressed excitement, the moment his cookies were set out into a plate. "Daddy, daddy! Did you make cookies again?" she exclaimed with utter delight.

A big smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as green hues momentarily closed. "Yes, [Name]-chan~ Feel free to have some! They're all yours!" He piped up in a cheerful manner, while pushing the plate of cookies towards the girl proving to have quite the... strange sense of taste, indeed, for the small hand held no sense of hesitation in popping the sweet delicacy into her mouth and chewing it, like it happened to be delicious.

"Thank you, daddy! Your cookies are really as yummy as always." [Name] proclaimed.

"You're so welcome, [Name]-chan! I'm glad that they're delicious." Natsuki proceeded to lean over and gently pat the head of [b/c] tresses with his larger palm. "It was the newest recipe I decided to try out. Some of the things I put in it are tabasco sauce, seaweed, vinegar, and cinnamon! ...But I'm relieved to see that it turned out so successful."

Natsuki then watched [Name] eat a few more cookies while he ruffled up her hair a little bit more, before taking out the pan and blender with him over to the sink. He then started washing, up until the point where he heard her childish voice rising up above the rushing water from the tap.

"Daddy?"

In response, the blond turned his head around. "Hmm? Oh, what is it, [Name]-chan?" He questioned lightly.

When [Name] pulled out a blue, origami ring from her pocket, he blinked in slight surprise. "Marry me! Mom said that if people get married, then they would be able to spend their whole, entire lives together! And I want to be together with you forever, Daddy!" she proceeded to go down onto her knees, with those small, innocent [e/c] hues looking up at him expectantly.

Now, it was a silly scene to picture... a little girl holding out a ring on her hand while kneeling to a man wearing a cute, frilly apron, but at the same time, Natsuki was so consumed by happiness at the moment that he couldn't quite help himself.

In a flash, he turned off the tap and quickly dried off his hands. "Of course I will accept your proposal! You're so cute, [Name]-chan!" He eagerly took the ring and pulled it over his finger, which he made sure to show the short-statured girl. "We'll be together forever! I promise!" With those words, Natsuki didn't even think about whether or not this was true; he just proceeded to bring [Name] into a huge bear hug. He couldn't even ask for more on Father's Day, since this was one thing that meant so much to him... a memory that he could look back on years from now with the same fondness.

❥ ◤Ⓟrince of Ⓣennis◢ ❥◤Match Maker Results for rikaandherpikachu◢ ❥

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After much decision making and careful analysis of Kazumi Yamamoto’s Match Maker Form, the results are finally compiled! There is much consideration for other possible matches, but all in all, the best possible match we determined for Kazumi Yamamoto is…

Kuranosuke Shiraishi!

Though he isn't as fond of challenges as Kazumi is, Shirasihi's perfectionist side definitely allows him to finish any challenge hes given with to the best of his capabilities. Our Head Match Maker, [viviSAURUS], states that she can see Kazumi respecting him for his tendencies in never giving up, until he can master something flawlessly or at least be able to do so without failing. Shiraishi is also very caring, and most of the time, it will be shown outwardly by appearance alone. Despite having a serious nature, he also happens to enjoy the company of his friends by his constant displays of happiness and silly antics. Around Kazumi, however, he would most likely try his best in not making too much of a fool of himself. Since she is rather keen on motivating others, Shiraishi would most likely see Kazumi to be a big inspiration to him, and would even try harder to win not only for the team, but for her... so he could come back to Kazumi with a smile on his face.

The only issues found as of yet is that Shiraishi will never bring himself to leave her alone, especially when she's upset. Because of his utter compassion, he would not clue in to the fact she would rather be left alone, which Kazumi might even see as 'pester-some'. Another thing is that sometimes, he works himself so hard to the point of exhaustion; even if he does care for his health, Shiraishi's fear of failing tends to make him forget about his limits from time to time. The stress of looking after him along with her desperate need in making him feel safe might be too much for Kazumi to handle. But this can be easily managed and worked out between them. Overall, though, Shiraishi and Kazumi happens to be the most compatible match.

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( What Do They Think Of You )

Seigaku Regulars/Members

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Ryoma Echizen:

"Ah... Yamamoto-senpai. -smirks- She still has a long way to go, as far as tennis is concerned. But I guess she's OK. Eiji-senpai really likes her... though I don't know why. -looks disinterested- Yamamoto-senpai really likes challenges. Not like I mind - I actually played tennis with her once. I didn't have a choice, really, since senpai demanded it of me. But she's better than some other girls I've seen on the Tennis Club. Yamamoto-senpai really works hard - I'll have to give her that much. I don't really mind tackling on any challenges she has for me, though I find it troublesome at times. -sighs- She should probably tone down it down, though. One day, some bad people might take advantage of her obsession with challenges."

Tezuka Kunimitsu:

"Yamamoto provides much for the Girl's Tennis Team and proves to be exceptionally adapt at her tennis skills. I commend her for becoming Vice-Captain, but... -adjusts glasses in a serious manner- ...one is to never let down their guard upon achieving greatness. Though I acknowledge the fact she is childhood friends with Kawamura, I simply would not allow him to be distracted by her, if it means his concentration would lessen on practice. -momentarily closes eyes- I doubt Yamamoto would, however, since she is a very good girl. I have heard many good things about her, but I think as a tennis player, she'll go very far, since she contains a lot of hidden potential."

Shūsuke Fuji:

"Kazumi-chan, eh? -smiles- Hm... let’s see, where do I start... -rubs chin thoughtfully with a thumb- She's a really nice girl, once you get to know her. Whenever Kazumi-chan sets her mind to things, she doesn't give up too easily,and I really admire that. Though she can have a bit of a competitive streak, she does means well. While it is true that Kazumi-chan can get a little out of hand at times, it still makes her quite endearing. -chuckles- I can tell Eiji is rather fond of her. You know, I never really noticed before, but she really has lovely fingers."

Shuichiro Oishi:

"To be honest, I worry about her sometimes. -sighs- Kazumi-chan can be quite the handful since she is so impulsive. I hope she isn’t working herself too hard these days. I really think she is respectful, when it comes to her fellow peers… but maybe it’s just because I don’t actually know her that well enough, even though Eiji talks about her a lot. I can’t help but think that Kazumi-chan is a lot like Eiji, though. Careless and a bit out of hand at times, but I do hope they would still remain the best of friends! -smiles- Although… I really do wish she would listen."

Eiji Kikumaru:

“Ehe~ I think Kazu-chan is really cute, nya! -grins- I love when she watches me during practice. It makes me feel more psyched, nya! Kazu-chan is really fun to be around! Me and Taka-san would usually go cheer her on during a game. Did I ever mention how amazing she is with her comebacks? [insert shot name here] and [insert shot name here] are my favourites, nya! Oh, and there are also times where we’ll talk for ages, when she comes over to the tennis courts after practice! I love that she isn’t so uptight like our Captain. Though she probably spends time with me to be nice, I still enjoy all our times together! Maybe one of these days, Kazu-chan will agree to play doubles with me, nya~ Though it does get me down whenever I lose one of those challenges, I’ll be able to forget it in the end, because her laugh usually brings me up like the Sun! Eh… but I wonder if it’s really obvious of how I feel. That Ochibi and even Oishi know about it, nya. -scratches his cheek-"

Takashi Kawamura:

“Kazumi has always been there for me when we were little kids. -rubs the back of his head sheepishly- See, our parents used to go way back, so we know each other for a pretty long time, before we even learned how to walk or talk. Don’t tell her I said this, but… -blushes a bit- I have had a crush on her for as long as I can remember. Since I don’t want to ruin our friendship, though, I kept it in. But it’s OK. I really don’t think I’ll have much of a chance with her in the first place. A guy like me doesn’t even deserve Kazumi. She… is always so strong and bears so many burdens by herself that I feel like protecting her. It’s probably a very cheesy thing for me to say, but Kazumi has already done so much for me. I admire the fact she’s so positive, and her encouraging words really makes me want to try my best. If she’s there to support me, I feel like I can do anything. -smiles shyly- But back then, I always clung to her back, up until the point where we met Akutsu..."

Sadaharu Inui:

“You’re asking for what I know about Yamamoto Kazumi? Very well then, I shall enclose all the details of her data, including but not limited to her weight and… -stops- Hm? That’s not what you meant? Oh, so you were asking for my opinion. Personally, though, I think Yamamoto is really quite fascinating. My percentages always fall short when it comes to her. With every challenge she takes, Yamamoto seems to steadily improve. -smiles- I have to admit that I was impressed she could actually down an entire glass of my vegetable juice. Now, excuse me, while I prepare some more for her to try.. -emits a dark, evil aura-"

Takeshi Momoshiro:

“-laughs- Yama-senpai really is quite the piece of work! Honestly… what is with her and challenges? We don’t hang out a lot, but from what I’ve heard and seen, she’s pretty good at tennis! It makes me want to have a match with her sometime. And… I think she was Taka-san’s childhood friend, though I mistook her to be his girlfriend at first. Haha! I find it hilarious Mamushi has to be on the receiving line of her challenges.”

Kaoru Kaidoh:

“Fshuuu… Yamamoto-senpai is worthy of my respect. Though I hate to admit it, she deserves her role as Vice-Captain of the Girl’s Tennis Club. There are times where she is really annoying, but… that is what makes her Yamamoto. -twitches in annoyance- …On a further note, why am I the only one she bothers with ridiculous challenges? Why can’t it be Momoshiro, of all people?! -growls a bit-"

Shitenhoji Regulars/Members

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Kuranosuke Shirashi:

“Ahhh… ecstasy. It’s not often one would meet a girl with nice smelling shampoo. I find Kazumi-chan to be adorable! She doesn’t give up on her challenges, and she seems to really understand me… she is the very epitome of perfection! Well, to me, she is. In hindsight, though, perfection isn’t possible, but what makes Kazumi-chan who she is what makes her perfect. -nods- I have to get her to enjoy nature more often! Some days, it’s just best to relax and do things at a leisurely pace. But I love going out on a jog with her every now and then. In fact, that was actually how we met! While we’re running, I just so happened to pass by Kazumi-chan, and that scent of shampoo was something I could never forget. It’s a good thing I didn’t let the chance go by me a second time!”

Kenjiro Koishikawa:

“All I know is that she apparently belongs to Seishun Gakuen’s Tennis Club for Girls! That, and she occasionally hangs around Shiraishi. -sighs- Why don’t all the good chicks come to me?”

Oshitari Kenya:

“One thing's for sure; she can never hope to beat my speed! Though I admire her for how she tries, Kazumi-chan will never be able to surpass me. It’s just that Naniwa’s Speed Star is way faster than she could ever be. Other than that, I guess she’s rather cool in my books. I wouldn’t even mind going out on a date with her, if she asks nicely.”

Ishida Gin:

“Though I don’t know her personally, Yamamoto-san will always be welcomed to Shitenjohi with open arms, no matter who she might be. I am sure she is quite a wonderful girl to be around.”

Chitose Senri:

“I have seen some of her matches, but her strong point seems to lie in her speed. If she works more on returning shots with power, then she would become a considerably stronger player. -smile- …Kazumi-chan, is it? She seems really interesting.”

Konjiki Koharu:

“My, my she seems like a really sweet girl! Of course, I know a lot about her… including the fact that she scored a 49% on her essay paper, among other things! If we ever do meet, I’ll be sure to make her laugh right on the spot!”

Hitoji Yuji:

“Eh… I don't know her, but she better not steal Koharu away from me. -frowns-"

Zaizen Hikaru:

“She is useless as a whole. -stares on with an indifferent gaze- I guess it’s true when they say birds of the same feather flock together. That is probably why she sticks with Seigaku’s extra baggage. In any rate, she can’t even begin to compare to Oshitari, so Yamamoto Kazumi isn’t even worth mentioning."

Toyama Kintaro:

“Motori! -beams while having no clue he had mispronounced her surname- She is the one who is in the Art club, right? One time, she had shown me some of her drawings, when I was lost on my way to Shitenhoji! Her comics are really cool and funny~ I wish I could draw like that Motori.”

Extra Opinions

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Kirihara Akaya:

“I really look up to Yamamoto-senpai as a person. Well, she is just so positive about everything, that it’s hard not to like her. We would often go out together during weekends and visit the arcade. -sheepishly ruffles hair- For some reason, though, she always seems to beat me whenever it comes to fighting games. But next time, I’ll be sure to defeat her! -grins widely, as he momentarily closes his eyes-"

Marui Bunta:

“Oh! I know her - she is Akaya-chan’s girlfriend! -laughs- No, I’m just kidding, but I usually see her with the Seaweed Head, though. From what I could tell, she seems really nice enough. -blows bubble-"

Kuwahara Jackal:

“No matter what challenge she gives me, I will gladly face it. …But most of the time, I just see her and Akaya going at the video games for so long. -sighs- Why does it always have to be a challenge between them?”

Jin Akutsu:

“Aaah? And what do you want? -looks back to glare intimidatingly at interviewer- Fine, if you really want to know, I think Kazumi is pathetic. I don’t see what she finds so fascinating about tennis. It’s useless to ever even consider enjoying it. Back then, she was even more pathetic for trying to defend Kawamura… who just allowed himself to be pushed around. All in all, they’re perfect for each other. -goes on to walk away-"

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( Other Possible Matches )

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KIKUMARU EIJI

Eiji actually came close to being Kazumi's most compatible match, since he does enjoy himself in life and is able to have a smile on his face most of time. But there are occasions where'll he give up on tennis with trivial matters concerning Oishi, and since it bothers Kazumi, it was determined that Eiji isn't really considered the best match. Their relationship can have some rocky turns, since the redhead has a tendency to be quite insensitive without intentionally trying to. The fact that he likes cheerful girls, though, will definitely score some points with Eiji.

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KAWAMURA TAKASHI

Though Kawamura does possess caring features that Kazumi looks for in her ideal guy, he's more uncertain than anything else when life throws him challenges. Kawamura can have low cases of confidence, and there are times where he'll only complete half of it. But despite this, Kawamura does try his best to stay positive and even take on challenges. In other words, though, there are times throughout his daily life where he'll have a slump, but he would always be the best possible friend he can be for Kazumi.

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KIRIHARA AKAYA

For someone as ambitious as Kirihara, he wouldn't mind undergoing any challenge just to defeat the "Three Demons of Rikkaidai", and that is exactly what Kazumi is looking for; someone who is willing to take challenges. And since she fits the description of 'cheerful' perfectly, Kirihara would have instantly taken a liking to her as well. They also share an interest in video games, to seal the package. But his Demon Mode contradicts things even further, since Kazumi values safety above all else. Though reasonably friendly, she would most likely not appreciate the fact he might have wounded her friends at Seigaku, something in which would definitely cause tension between them.

░▐ ‵‵✡↪ ᒥ DANIELLA ᒣ ↙↙ ▁▁▪▪ COMPLETE╎♥╎

Finally, at long last! The Azoth was hers. She slowly arose with bloodied hands, as a soft, wicked laugh escaped past violet lips, now pulled into a delightful smile.

There, before her, laid the form of Fiona Belli, with her womb ripped right open. Daniella had made sure to make short work of the poor girl, and now, she held the stone in the base of her palm, while admiring it in the dim lighting of the bathroom window. The tiles below were stained with crimson blotches covering the glass shards that lay in pieces by her feet.

Now, not even that stupid mutt of hers, Hewie, will be able to save her. Not when she caught that precious princess of his and snatched away the essence of life she so rightfully deserved. For the first time in her life as a man-made human, Daniella could truly feel bliss. And for the first time in her life, there would be some meaning to be had in this imperfect body of hers... the body that could not taste, sense pleasure or feel pain.

Though she was aware her master would become angered at the discovery of finding Fiona's body in the tub, none of that mattered to Daniella. All that misery and despair... will come to an end, and there would be a future for her, instead of a fate where she was cursed to spend the rest of her life as Lorenzo's lowly maid back in the castle grounds, where it had been made very clear that she wasn't needed by anyone.

She turned, before momentarily ceasing in her tracks to utter out the same sentence she yearned to say for so long, and her mouth allowed the beautiful truth to finally escape past her lips at last.

"I am... complete."

[Name] had his eyes set out on her ever since day one, when he so happened to come across her in a cabaret pub, where she happened to serve as the most beautiful hostess there. Everything about Daniella captivated him... including her fine beauty and grace.

But for some reason [Name] couldn't explain, the woman was always surrounded by a haunting intrigue. Not much was known about her - though, at the very same time, he found himself being drawn to the alluring hostess, regardless.

After an exhausting day at work, he would usually come by alone, if not accompanied by some friends. As Daniella happened to fill each glass with champagne, [Name]'s eyes would usually become intoxicated with the mere sight of her, and his heart only seemed to race inside his chest, the moment Daniella turned around to regard his drunken appearance with a pleasantly amused expression on her face.

"Please come again, sir."

It was only after he left, that she would bow respectfully towards his back. And every time, [Name] had this thought inside of his mind; as long as he could see her, then nothing else mattered to him.

"Y-Yeah! I will!"

[Name] ceased in his tracks to momentarily bid her goodbye, before staggering out into the middle of the night. He often dreamed about her in his sleep, that it eventually became so unbearable.

One day, he resolved in taking that extra step... to make Daniella his once and for all. Tonight, the fact he wasn't anything but a customer would all change.

Tightening the tie on his suit with a slight gulp, [Name] entered into the double doors of the cabaret pub... only to be met with a sight that made his [e/c] eyes widen.

"Hey, girly... why don't you come with us for some fun, instead of staying in this boring, old place?"

A man leered, while grasping hold of Daniella's wrist.

"Forgive me, but I am not permitted to leave just yet; I still have one more customer to serve, so I'm afraid I'll have to refuse your order. Kindly let go at once."

Despite Daniella's voice being reasonably nonchalant, [Name] could tell that she was growing upset. Meanwhile, the others around him all snickered in unison, as the onlookers began to gaze on with fear.

"H-Hey, get your dirty hands off her!"

Before he could stop himself, [Name]'s voice suddenly betrayed him. Daniella then peered out in surprise, as the man soon released his hold to wear a scowl on his face.

"Haaaah? And who are you to boss me around?"

[Name]'s body was telling him to shrink back in fear, but nevertheless though, he stood his ground, and took one beating after another. The spectators all gasped, with every push, shove and punch the two exchanged, throughout the entire brawl, accompanied by the occasional cat callings from his other friends.

"Yeah, you show him, Damien!"

Gritting his teeth, [Name] peered out towards his dear, lovely Daniella... with the utmost confusion etched onto her features. Before long, he was pitted against the ground.

"Oof!"

[Name]'s eyelids then shut across the grimy floors, and upon bracing himself for the next assault, his ears were met instead with the sound of Damien's scream, along with the shattering of glass.

"You bitch! What the fuck?!"

Blinking, [Name] sat up just in time to see Daniella brandishing a broken champagne bottle, as the man cradled his arms around his head.

"This is for sir [Name]."

With rivulets of blood streaming down his face, Damien quickly stood to his feet and roared in outrage. At that point on, [Name] wasted no time in hurrying off to grab Daniella's hand and get the hell out of there. Within a matter of seconds, they fled off into the night, with the woman nearly slipping behind him at first.

Once they were finally a distance away and had enough time to catch their breath, Daniella chose to speak.

"Why... did you choose to defend me, sir [Name]?" she questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? It's not right for other guys to gang up on a defenseless woman! Besides, after what you did to save me, I... I couldn't let that jerk get to you!"

Sure enough, they stopped right in front of [Name]'s two story apartment, while Daniella proceeded to blink up at him.

"So you fancy me then?"

That obvious inclination made a light shade of pink dust across his [s/c] cheeks.

"M-Maybe..." [Name] muttered, upon trying to conceal his embarrassment, only to fail. "OK, so I really do like you! B-But you probably don't feel the same way for me, right?" he stammered.

"I see." The whole time, Daniella looked rather thoughtful. "I'm not exactly certain on how I feel, but... I do know that I was looking forward to your return. I had been waiting for you all this time. It was a feeling akin to... longing."

At the sound of those words, a wide grin started tugging at the corner of [Name]'s lips. The woman of his dreams did return his feelings! She just did not know it yet.

"Then that means you must like me too!"

"Perhaps."

Upon barely able to restrain himself, [Name] tugged her along. "It's already dark out, so you better stay with me for the night!" he proclaimed cheerfully.

"Yes, if that's what you so wish, sir [Name]." For once, Daniella had a genuine smile on her face.