Because I Wasn't Insane Enough Already

Chapter 7

Hey~! It's me, emoemu! I haven't updated in FOREVER, I know! I'm so so sorry! Please don't kill me. Oy. That would be bad. But I've got Storme's next chapp all planned out. My special plug today goes to Wolfewritter78, because she is cool like that. So...yeah.

Gin: Guess wha'? Emu's been cheatin' on us...

Storme: You. Have. Not. YOU CANNOT JUST LEAVE ME, NEAR DEAD, TO DEAL WITH MOERU! SO TELL ME, WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU'D ABANDON YOUR PROTAGONIST LIKE THAT, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR AN AUTHOR!?!?

Umm...I'm writing a Kuroshitsuji fic.

Storme: A...what? *draws sword*

Amy: Kuroshitsuji: Black Butler (黒執事 Kuroshitsuji). Written and illustrated by Yana Toboso, Black Butler has been serialized in Square Enix's shonen mangamanga magazine Monthly GFantasy. It was first released on September 16, 2006.

All right then, Amy. Um, wow. You're scaring me. More than a little. So...

All: ENJOY!

~Emo-san

TSUKIKO'S POV

I couldn't wait. Abarai; Renji Abarai, mentored by Madrame Ikakku, only survivor of Kuchiki's bankai, only lieutenant to have mastered bankai, drinking partner of Kira Izuru, former 11th squad member, highest-ranking student at the academy, and most sought-after-by-women personnel of the sixth squad; was going to teach me to fight!

Me; a no-body, a lowly, defeated ryoka, the art of the sword!!! I was so excited I wasn't watching where I was going. I crashed into someone with long silver hair and fell to the ground; dirtying my dark blue kimono (to match my hair. I wasn't technically a konpaku, much less an official shinigami, so I wan't allowed to wear a shihakusho, no matter how much I begged. So I wore a kimono with long sleeves, black trim and a black obi, silver embroidery on the trim around the neck, sleeves, and hem, and a short hem that went down to my mid-thigh. I had squeezed into a pair of black leggings and black boots to complement the black trim, all given to me by the spare clothing rack at 4th squad infirmary). The stranger went into a violent coughing fit before offering me a hand up.

"Hello! oh, you must be the ryoka, ~"

"Ookami, Tsuki, Ukitake-taichou," I blurted, scrambling into a technically correct bowing position.

"Tsuki? Huh, moon. I like the moon. Oops; rambling. Candy?" He held the proffered sweets in his palm, pulled from the depths of his robe.

"Er...no thanks..."

Ukitake looked disappointed. "Just like Toshiro-chan, you are always refusing my treats..." He sighed. "Jaa-nee...see ya round. Hurry, or you'll be late! Abarai is an impatient young man...." He smiled, and walked off, waving.

"Don't forget to take your medicine!" I called after him; he shouldn't have coughed like that.

"Right! Sorry! Thanks!" He waved once, his back still turned.

I bowed again and ran. Late; an option I hadn't considered. The thing was, I was hopelessly lost. I ran helter-skelter, crashing into dead ends, stray animals, and shinigami.

I passed row after row of identical shops and gardens, street after street of similar houses and roads. I began to become more desperate. My katana clanked against my side while sweat blinded me. The bandages restricted my movement, and my side twinged painfully.

"You're not very pretty when you run, you know," a melodic voice observed with some humor.

"Waaah! What?! Who?" I jumped a foot int the air and fell over in surprise.