carpe diem

River's Edge

Chii was Chii, she would have said. That was her name and she was rather fond of it, even though she had no idea as to why or how her name came to be that way. But at his promise of not visiting the hospital, a flash of a brilliant smile appeared for him before it disappeared, overwhelmed by the pain that screamed inside her head. It was so painful, Chii wondered how she managed to survive such a blow to the head in the first place. So instead, she merely nodded, her lips mouthing words that said what she had first thought when he seemed to have tested out her name on his lips. His voice was nice, she thought to herself at that moment, it was rough, but it comforted her somehow.

It was humorous to think that he thought against the very last thought for when she had stayed at the hospital for it to be very much true. She had run away from the hospital, but he’ll never know that, now will he? Well, not until he asks such a thing of her or even she tells him of why she was in a hospital at all. And what’s more, lucky for him, her ears were otherwise undamaged, surprisingly durable for how they appear to be. It was made of strange material that someone of her family had made for her, durable, and able to withstand quite a bit of damage. How much damage would perhaps depend on the situation and amount of force that would be behind the trauma.

She could feel him watching her when she had stood up and Chii, once more, found herself filled with a bit of befuddlement as to why he was. Was there something wrong with her? Was there something that she was missing or looked differently? While she’ll admit that her ears were quite extraordinarily unique, that didn’t mean he would stare like he was doing now. In fact, she’s never seen a person do such a thing before. If it weren’t for the fact that she had just had her head hit by a baseball, she would have perhaps asked him if there was something wrong with her for him to stare the way that he had. Maybe when the world wasn’t spinning, she’ll ask him.

When she had fallen forward, she hadn’t actually expected his body to collide with hers, feeling the warmth of his form envelop her as his one arm wrapped itself around her waist and the other held her head with care. What’s more, he let her head rest against the little crevice of his shoulder, allowing her to stay there so that she would not shift suddenly should he move. She could hear the slight raise in his breathing, becoming frantic with something. What was wrong…? her thoughts seemed to wanted to ask, but the dotting blackness had somehow forced her eyes closed, without her awareness that left her thoughts unheard. It was probably to be expected that with such a hit to the head, that she wouldn’t have the awareness to remain conscious. But she could feel him panicking and without being certain of where his cheek was, gently, she reached up with one of her hands and touched his cheek with chilled fingers from the water, cupping it as she whispered, “Chii will be okay… Don’t worry…”

The only thing she could hear was the sound of his breathing, nothing else really. She could eventually feel him lift her up completely from the ground, after managing to shift her around without being too awkward or moving her too much. She had the idea that if she were to be fully conscious, she probably would have laughed at how sincerely careful he was being with her. The thing that did surprise her, however, was with how much ease he was able to lift her up from the ground and with the way he had positioned her, he only needed to use one arm to hold her against him. By now, the warmth of his body had warmed hers, easing her deeper and deeper into a level of relaxation and unconsciousness — that she assumed — would not wake up from for quite some time.

She could feel him move… was he kneeling down for something? She couldn’t tell — not anymore. She was fading too fast for her to keep track of what was going on anymore, only hearing the sound of his breathing, a growl…? and some mumble of words that she had never heard before it began to sound rushed, like he was running. It was around the time that when he slowed to a walk did Chii fall completely unconscious, her breathing becoming a little shallow at the throbbing her head kept pumping, her hand dropping into her lap with the other. The only remaining thought she had left was how she wished she could thank him…—{☆}

#charmingchii #Done! LMAO poor Chiaki #Only baseball could soothe him after what he had to do and see XD

Back at his apartment, Chiaki used his foot to close the door behind him. Then he was headed straight for the door that lead to his bedroom. His living space wasn't particularly colorful or full of many personal items. Why bother fixing up a place if he didn't even know how long he was going to stay in it? Life for Chiaki nowadays was too unpredictable. In some time periods, he spent almost half a year there, and in others only a couple of days. His leads would come to dead ends, and he would have to start over again in his search and tracking down of the painting he was looking so hard and desperately for. Therefore, when he entered his bedroom, the only pieces of furniture present was his bed with plain, blue cotton comforters, sheets, and pillows. If it wasn't obvious, blue was his favorite color. Sure, there was a small night stand next to it, along with a clock, and a lamp, but other than that and the clothes in the closet it was barren.

Typical, normal teenaged males would have bedrooms that were messy, with articles of clothing strewn about, smelly, dirty and even old food hidden; posters and pictures would be hung on the walls revealing their innermost thoughts and desires, some more obviously shallow and crude than others. But this wasn't the case for Chiaki. It wasn't like he owned very much to his name anyway. His residences were just temporary, and there was no need to get too attached or become settled. His old mentality when he first started time leaping was to make the most of everything, to do as he pleased and enjoy himself to the fullest...But not anymore. His abode was as lonely looking as he felt.

As he set Chii down, his eyes flickered back and forth across her pale features. She was knocked out, probably a result from the overwhelming pain that wracked her. And there it was, the guilt from before, unsettling his gut and making Chiaki frown. Into the bathroom he went, withdrawing his first aid kit from underneath his sink, throwing it open and searching through its contents for anything that could possibly help. This was completely and utterly useless to Chiaki. He may have been intelligent for a person his age, he may have been resourceful, but he wasn't a doctor. There wasn't anything..."Shit," he cursed, not for the first time that day. Chiaki wanted to lash out at something. His mind whirled. Then he remembered. There was a bottle of seriously effective pain killers, wasn't there? He shot to his feet, swiping behind the mirror for it and sure enough there it was in the cabinet where he first put it upon arriving in this time. Finally, finally, something was going his way! Chiaki would have pumped a fist up in down in triumph if the situation wasn't so urgent and dire.

A glass of water, and two white pills were placed beside Chii's prone form on the nightstand. She wasn't up and moving still and it wasn't like he could just shake her into a wakefulness...Letting her rest in the privacy of his bedroom was probably for the best. He could stay put in the living room. That didn't sound like a half baked idea at all. Better to let her rest, right? Yeah, not so bad at all, until he remembered that the outfit she was wearing was sopping wet. Chiaki twitched, any feelings of optimism vanishing and being replaced by dread and mortification at the gradual realization of what he would have to do. Unless he wanted to risk her physical state taking a turn for the worse, he would have to undress her himself...

It was now or never. If he didn’t remove that dress, she would surely get sick. Somewhat hesitantly, Chiaki bent forward and gripped both legs. Picking them up, the skirt of her dress slid slightly, but due to being drenched required him to pull the rest of the sheer garment down. Throat dry from the action, Chiaki shook his head. It wasn’t as if this was his first time undressing a girl -- not that he had all the experience in the world either, though. However, to do so while she was unconscious was a whole other thing. Seeing her white, lace panties, the small bows on either side of her, he froze, but then softly sighed. At least they looked dry enough to leave on. Now stuck holding her legs upwards and dress pulled down and bunched up around her waist, he looked on in complete befuddlement. Now what?

His face burned with color, and he just tried to get back to focusing on what he was doing, one action at a time.

Unsure, he lowered her legs and moved up to her torso. There, he gingerly lifted up her body while trying to cradle her head so it didn’t lull backwards. That left him with only one hand and a dress going up to her waist. Peering back and forth between the back and front of her body, he was slowly realizing how the dress worked. Switching hands to hold her up, he used the other to pull the zipper down displaying her creamy, pale and white skin. Gulping, he really hoped she didn’t wake up during this entire process, for more reasons than one. Chiaki was trying to help her after all, he wasn't doing this for any other reason. And if she stayed in her dress in the state it was in, her condition would only worsen, not improve. With the wet dress getting closer to being removed, he reached down and slowly started to pull it up from the waist. Finally, Chiaki managed to get it to just below her chest and stopped. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out any other sound, when he realized she had on no bra. By removing the garment, she would only have her panties on and be completely topless, exposed.

Shielding his eyes and attempting not to peek, Chiaki drew the soaked item upwards over her breasts and felt the weight shift. Face turning red, he hurriedly pulled the garment up and found it trapped against her arms. Groaning inwardly, he reached down and lifted one feather-light arm up and slipped it through the short sleeve. Now practically complete, Chiaki set her lithe form back down and stared in the opposite direction as he removed the clothing free of her other arm.

It was an overall delicate, frustrating task, but Chiaki did what he had to do. The hardest part was over. Lifting up the cover and tucking it securely beneath her chin, all of the tension in his body began to drain, and he felt like he could breath in and out again. He placed a small pile of clean, folded up clothes beside her -- a pair of gray, draw-string pants, and an over sized black t-shirt that would be more than enough to cover her petite form. As soon as she woke up, whenever she did anyway, she would be able to change and take medicine as he made sure it was all in plain sight and easily made available. Chiaki quietly and carefully crept out, closing the door behind him without so much as a sound to break the silence. Her white dress was tossed into the washing machine right away, and with that, he could at last sit down and take a breather.

On the couch, he let his head fall back, gazing listlessly up at the ceiling. Chiaki's first day of school and look how it turned out? He got outnumbered, and won, but not without getting a decent beat down; then he went to chill and relieve pent up frustrations at the park only to strike an innocent girl upside the head. On top of that, he basically kidnapped her to his apartment and saw...

Chiaki needed to stop thinking, clearly, as that wasn't a train of thought he needed to entertain right now.

"Man, what a day," he muttered, and that was putting it lightly. Flipping on the television, he sought to distract himself by watching his favorite past time unfold before his eyes -- a baseball game. Nearly two hours and a half later, he was animatedly looking on, munching and chewing down on a slice of meaty, cheesy pizza from the large box he ordered. Orange, yellow and pink rays of a setting sun stained the floor, leaking through the curtains of his bedroom, of his living room. The last inning was intense, and had him on the edge of his seat, brown eyes bright in his face, his mouth gaping slightly open. For that moment he was oblivious to everything else. He was just so wrapped up in the game and rooting for his team to win it and make that final home run they needed to break the tie breaker once and for all

sexpai

The Girl who Leapt through Time (2006) ▹“Time waits for no one.”

#Chiaki Mamiya #Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo Tokikake #The Girl Who Leapt Through Time

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Sorta! I'm getting off but I'll be back on soon. Just lettin' people know I'll get to messages and my reply when I return. ^_^

Also, I'm gonna see about approaching some new followers about possible threads. Lmao hope ya'll don't mind me randomly appearing in your inbox. I'm not the most experienced at being indie so...I feel kinda awkward about all this.

But also flattered, 'cause hey!

Edit: FML I ended up basically spending a shit ton of time on my personal AND being out all day. XD Ah well, I'm here now, finally!

#OOC #Mun note #charmingchii #Sorry to bail now but I'll see about doing another before I get some sleep!#I'm starving now though v_v #I loved your reply AHHHH C2

I need food!

Self explanatory really.

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You’re early, Kousuke. Did you forget to jerk off this morning?

#Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo Tokikake #The Girl Who Leapt Through Tim #LMAO when I first watched this movie and heard him say that I was like #This guy has no shame

arrianacorr

Kawaranai Mono (Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo/The Girl Who Leapt Through Time)

Hand drawn animation

I did a cover of this song and then have kind of made it into a project c:

First I made a karaoke video, and now I’m doing this hand drawn animation to it of my interpretation of the song with my life and what’s happened recently to make me relate to it so much fitting into the scenario of the story and following the lyrics of the song ^_^

This is part 1 of 4 I’ve done 1 minute and it’s a 4 minute song so it’ll probably be finished by sunday evening :3

Song by Oku Hanako

Cover performed and produced by arrianacorr.

Animation drawn by arrianacorr.

Enjoy c:

#The Girl Who Leapt Through Tim #Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo Tokikake #Animation #Hand drawn #Wow I really do like this XD #It feels all magical lmao

River's Edge

The male that had come forward and toward her was one of tall stature, from where she could see as she sat in the river, the water flowing around her as her ivory tresses moved with the current. She blinked as he seemed to have paused, taking a moment to seemingly ponder over something. While he did that though, Chii had finally managed to get all of her hair out of her face before sitting upright with the ball still between her knees. Thankfully, her knees hid whatever her breasts was revealing that her dress could no longer hide.

Then he crouched by her, causing her to look up once more up at him before blinking as he spoke up, his voice in some ways rough compared to most males she had met thus far. It was curious how he seemed — what was the word — awkward? And what’s more, he kept shifting his glance away from her, even though she had no idea as to why he would do such a thing. She looked down and around her and found nothing wrong with her or the area around her. In fact, the water was quite soothing from all that walking and it cooled down her otherwise heated body from being in the sun all day. So what was it that she could be doing wrong that made him avert his gaze?

His question of saying that he had hit her made her blink before she tilted her head to the side, wincing at the sharp throbbing pounded through, her soft voice squeaking out in pain. “Chii hurts…” she murmured before rubbing once more where it hurt on her head. She could even feel a rather large bump forming on the surface of her cranium. She couldn’t tell him how much it hurt though since all she saw was the blinding pain every time she blinked or even move. Normally, she would have caught onto his nervous chuckle, but her head was a little overwhelmed with pain at this current moment to really take care to think on it. But the slightest movement in front of her alarmed her, blinking once more as she observed him reach out to grab the ball from between her knees. She could feel for a sliver of a second of the roughness of his hands brush against her skin due to the sensitivity of the water that streamed down her.

Gingerly, she raised her head to see his hand being offered to her to help her out of the water. But at the mention of a hospital and how it was better safe then sorry, she merely replied, “Chii doesn’t want to go to the hospital — she’s been there for far too long to want to go back.” At the idea of going back to another hospital gave Chii a slight chill in spite of the warm air. After all, if she had to remove the ear covers that hid her ears now, then she would be only questioned and perhaps even taken somewhere else other then the hospital she always stayed at for further questions. She’s read the books and she’s even seen the movies of how those with pointed ears were considered of that of an elf and she did possess… well, certain abilities that were perhaps not considered normal. But she took his hand, gripping it enough so that she could pull herself up slowly so that she would not cause herself to be overrun with dizziness.

Just as she stood up, it showed further still the emphasis of her curves and the length of her extremely long hair as it clung to her just tightly as her dress did as it dripped back into the water. She had a small frame, but a full figure that would perhaps make any normal girl even jealous at such a frame. Thankfully for the male before her, her hair was in front of her chest enough that it covered up just enough, but it still left little to the imagination of what she would look like underneath. It was quite obvious that she appeared to be wearing no bra and only a pair of lacy white panties with little pink ribbons tied up on either side of her hips. Chii began to sway, unsteady on her feet as she could only see the spinning green grass and blue sky as she began to fall forward.

She would collide with his body, depending on what he choose to do to help her. Her fingers immediately curled themselves onto his shirt, trying to grip and find a way of being steady all the while her head pounded like no other while she could only see blinding flashes of sharp prickles of strain. Her voice was even softer then before as she whispered then, “Chii… sees only spinning stars…” But she didn’t want to burden the stranger, she didn’t want to become something — a flicker of an image as she could see herself frowning, gaining a sense of feeling that she was sad and… — Chii could see black spots soon dotted her vision, her legs giving out as she began to lose consciousness. “Chii… is sorry for troubling you…”

The tenderness of where the ball had hit her had left its mark, should he feel her head to see just the extent of her injuries. He would even feel the marks of where the stitches of the ball had hit her, a quiet hiss every time he would touch it. But as he would pull away from her head, there would only be relief to see that there would be no blood. Just as he would be examining her injuries, he would hear some children nearby shouting things like it was his fault and how they ought to call the police for throwing the ball that far out. Another child would shout out that they should call an ambulance because she didn’t look so good. One random one, however, would say bluntly of how strange were her ear features and who would wear such things without paying any mind to the seriousness of the situation.

Bleary-eyed, she’d try to look for her bag, groping in the air for something without being sure of where the bag had been set aside.—{☆}

#charmingchii #WOW I love when threads do this #You plot the basics but they still take off in a way you never guessed or fathomed #C2 FTW baby

She tipped her head to the side, blinking delicately up at him. What the hell was she even doing? Was she...was she worried he would try something with her? As swiftly as the horrified thought formed, Chiaki watched as her lips parted and issued forth soft, delicate words clearly etched with pain. "Chii hurts," is what he heard her finally say, causing Chiaki himself to blink, his eyebrows furrowing. Chii? That was her name? Why was she talking in third person? Oh great, that hit must have done a worse number on her than he originally thought. And being this close to her, Chiaki was even more stunned. She had such big, honey-colored eyes. They were the largest eyes he had ever seen -- so bright, so large that they really did remind him of dolls. The lashes surrounding those eyes were impossibly long and thick, too.

"I'm just gonna assume that's your name," Chiaki remarked after a pause, quieting when he heard her start to speak up again. Her voice was so small sounding, so airy and light, that he felt he had to totally give her the floor, or else he would not hear her, and maybe even a gentle breeze flowing by would drown it out. Everything about this girl was soft and...Okay maybe it was trite and uncharacteristic to think, but she sort of even reminded Chiaki of a princess.

“Chii doesn’t want to go to the hospital — she’s been there for far too long to want to go back.”

Well, he couldn't blame her not wanting to go to the hospital. He didn't much like the idea himself, as he didn't care for hospitals in the least. They were too white, too colorless and sterile and filled with unpleasant, heavy smells that irritated Chiaki. But wait, what was that last bit? Chiaki was rendered momentarily speechless once he fully understood what she was saying to him, and picked up on the implications behind it. Really, there were a variety of ways her sentence could be interpreted. She could be someone who was sickly a lot and therefore had the unlucky experience of often being taken there; she could constantly be brought to the hospital by her parents against her will because they were overprotective, paranoid, germ-hating adults. Or...She could have just come directly from the hospital, maybe even snuck out for freedom, with the barest hint of trepidation settling over her feminine features. Then again, with the way her body trembled as if chilled, it could have been because she was freezing. Chiaki couldn't be sure, but so as to not alarm her, he would respect her wishes -- at least for now. For that moment, he needed to check her head for any injuries. And anyway, that last scenario was far fetched and by far most unlikely.

"Yeah. Sure, Chii," he said, testing the feeling of her foreign name in his mouth, the way it rolled sweetly off of the tip of his tongue. "No hospital, I promise," were his next words to her, stated in a capricious manner. Too bad for Chiaki he could not have any idea how literally his words could be taken or the chance she might seriously hold it close to her heart. Chiaki was well aware of their audience, catching the telltale hand of some exclamations about how it was his fault and what a dummy he was for hitting her with the ball. But the world blurred, all sounds diminishing into nothingness as Chii wobbled to her feet.

Chiaki groaned, half-amazed at not only her lack of complete self awareness and careless display of her body, but half-irritated at himself for the way he was being so effected by her. He didn't even know the girl, and it wasn't like he was a lecher or anything. Yeah, he had a healthy, normal male sex drive but it wasn't like this was an everyday thing. He could admire a cute face, he could admire a nice body, but Chiaki didn't go out of his way to outright stare...normally. He could handle himself around the female gender, he could. This was just a little too much, and he didn't necessarily know how to deal. I'm such an ass, he thought to himself, because here this poor, unfortunate girl was, drenched all the way through her clothes and knocked upside the head, and he was just what? Being a typical teenaged boy who had no control over himself and his exploring eyes. Thick strands of pale hair slithered around her shoulders dripping wet, and hung down, revealing just how long it really was. And that face, it was so unreal to behold. How could a girl have a face that was so cute?

Compared to him in both height and build, she was so petite, so tiny, but with unbelievable curves, and with such soft looking and round, creamy...

Eyes drifting upwards, it seemed only then he took notice of the cat ears she was sporting. The pair were bulbous and looked like they cost a decent amount of money, a light pink and white, and made out of what he guessed was porcelain. Shit, what if it was damaged? If it was, he'd had to replace that. Not that money was necessarily a problem thanks to the currency he received before he left his time -- he'd been given plenty to sustain him, and Chiaki didn't needlessly spend or squander any of it. But who knew, they were so nice looking, what if they had sentimental value or something like that? This day just kept getting better and better for him. Chiaki just had no clue what other twist and turn it was about to take until her legs buckled, and her hands shot out to grasp at the material of his shirt, the lithe digits holding on with all her trembling might as she began to actually fall forward.

“Chii… is sorry for troubling you…”

In one single, fluid movement, Chiaki was reaching both hands out, one to support her head, and the other going to her waist, thus holding her up against him and pressing her pale face against his shoulder. Awkwardly, Chiaki kept her there, still crouching in the shallow river bed, and half-panicking since he hadn't expected that to happen at all. If people were alarmed before, it was worse now, shouts ringing all about, cries for an ambulance or the cops to come especially weighing down upon Chiaki's muddled brain which felt like it was on the fritz. He gripped her frame, feeling helpless and dense, and when his hand palming the back of her skull felt the large, swelling bruise that'd formed there, the outlines of where the red twitches bore against her fragile skin; he honestly was struck with a wave of intense shame and guilt : shame over himself for being so selfish that he was griping about what a crappy day this turned out for him, and guilt, guilt that he actually was responsible for doing this to her.

"Hey, don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine." Chiaki would make it fine, damn it. He had to. "Man...You can't walk can you?"

Controlling the rioting emotions inside him, the teenager carefully maintained his grasp onto her, mindful of her head whilst being extremely cautious. Picking her up gently after some awkward maneuvering, he at last stood back up, listening for her light, shallow breathing. What was he supposed to do now? She looked like she was in such pain and...He froze, his gaze widening a fraction. Eerily soon enough, the sound of sirens began to echo in the distance, like an iron fist punching into a thin wall of glass. Someone must have called them when they saw this whole thing start to go down. Chiaki pulled Chii closer, remembering her words and yet fighting with himself. If she was this bad off, maybe he should let them take her. Wouldn't they be able to take better care of her injuries? Remembering he saw her blindly reaching a hand out as if searching for something of hers, Chiaki rapidly glanced about to and fro, until he was a small bag. He strode over towards it, kneeling down while still holding Chii against his chest, and then picked it up. She was so feather-light he only needed one arm to keep her anchored against him securely.

He didn't have time. He had to act fast. He had to act now. Chiaki growled furiously under his breath, spitting a slew of curses, hoping he was making the right call, and that he wouldn't regret his decision or worsen the situation, and then he was taking off at a sprint, not heeding any shouts that came after him. He could always come back for his bat and backpack at some other point, but for now, he needed to get her out of here and back to his apartment. Once they were far enough away from the river, Chiaki slowed to a walk so as to not jostle Chii too much. It wouldn't take too much longer to get to his apartment and then there he could try to see what he could do for her. It was a good thing he had a first aid kit for situations like this...

arrianacorr

Karaoke Video I just made to the Instrumental I made today of Kawaranai Mono from Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo (The Girl Who Leapt Through Time).

Song: Kawaranai Mono

Anime: Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo (The Girl Who Leapt Through Time)

Originally By: Oku Hanako

Cover and Video By: arrianacorr

#The Girl Who Leapt Through Time #Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo Tokikake #You did amazing on this!#I love hearing purely instrumental versions of themes and songs so yeah this is really nice

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Gonna work on my reply for charmingchii and so I may be slow with my messages. Sorry about that! Also looks like there is a possibility of starting up another thread! Sweet. <3

BRB

I shouldn't be gone for longer than an hour at most, but I doubt it will be that long to be honest. XD

#The Girl Who Leapt Through Time #Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo Tokikake #arrianacorr

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"Whoa, hey. Check it out," Chiaki piped up quietly from behind Makoto. As low as his voice was, the excitement coloring his tone was unmistakable. Annoyed, Makoto turned around in her seat to give her friend a disbelieving look at the sight of his dumbly, widely grinning face. What was so amazing that he had to interrupt her when she was in the middle of her classwork? Okay, so maybe she wasn't the brightest, but it didn't mean she was lazy like he was. She was withdrawn from her internal grumblings when Chiaki asked her, "...Did you know there's a manga based off of us?"

"What?"

Makoto turned around more fully in her seat, her features twisting in befuddlement. Sure enough, wide, brown eyes went from Chiaki's to the manga he had spread open with both of his large hands and facing her. She leaned in closer, squinting, taking in the two figures sitting on top of a bike and riding along a river's edge. It was in black and white. The two figures in question depicted were of both her and Chiaki. Makoto's attention was instantly riveted. Energetically, she exclaimed, "No way!" and in the same breath, was snatching the manga out of his hands -- naturally ignoring his indignant, "Hey!" -- and letting her head fall back, holding it high above as she gaped and flipped through the pages in sheer amazement. "This is so cool! Just wait till Kousuke sees it -"

"I already saw." Makoto blinked, and peered over at Kousuke, who was staring back at her, his mouth twitching slightly. "And you might want to...be less loud."

"Huh? Oh...uh..."

Sure enough, everyone in the classroom was staring at Makoto, including the teacher sitting at the front desk, who appeared to be completely and utterly unimpressed with her shenanigans. Embarrassed, Makoto felt the apples of her pale cheeks turn a shade of red as she lowered both arms, her hands still holding onto the manga that started this whole ruckus in the first place. She tried to decide on whether or not to explain herself, and then just went with chirping, "Sorry!" At the same time, Makoto hastily ducked her head down, and reached behind her so as to hand the manga back to Chiaki, who naturally she could hear was chuckling. That jerk, she thought. She was so going to make him pay for this!

"Don't mind me. I'll just...go back to my work now," she muttered softly in a fluster beneath her breath.

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I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. Anyway, yeah for those who don't know there is a manga! Check it out here. If you're a fan of the movie, you should definitely be a fan of the manga. :)

arrianacorr

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Kawaranai Mono - Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo (The Girl Who Leapt Through Time)

Cover Performed & Produced (Music and Vocals) by arrianacorr.

#The Girl Who Leapt Through Time #Audio

River's Edge

Chii Mihara had been in the hospital for as long as she could remember. The only thing she could recall were flashes of images that she weren’t sure if they were dreams or figments of her imagination. It was the image of herself, really, like she was staring into a mirror. But she could never understand why. She had heard the gossiping of the nurses that took care of her, saying of how sad her life was because her family never came to visit. One said it was because of that thing that had happened and that her parents didn’t want her to recall such a horrific scene. Why? If she had family, why did they not come to visit her? Why was she left here at the hospital? But then again, what were family? Who were they? Were they people who were important to Chii? She wasn’t even sure, but the only thing she was sure of was that her name was Chii… a name given to her by someone she couldn’t recall either. Once more, the thought of trying to recall any further then the moment of her wake up at the hospital caused great spasms of pain to rip through her body.

At the occurrence of her memory recollections, she fell to the ground, gasping for air as she began to find it difficult to breathe, her vision failing her as it began to blur in front of her. It hurt. Why did it hurt? Why was remembering something so painful? She heard rushed, frantic voices and she felt herself being lifted onto the bed as they began to treat her. Soon, her vision was enveloped by darkness and she fell asleep once more.

Only darkness greeted her and she woke up, having dreamed of nothing. Chii stirred from her sleep and slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her amber hues shifted toward the calender and clock that was across her way. She shared her room with no one, and found that the hospital room was decorated with the bare minimum of things, the only things recognizable was two plushies that sat side by side with one another on a table next to her. They looked almost like rabbits, one red and one pink with their eyes done closed in a fashion that looked like they were sleeping and peaceful.

Picking up the two, she held it to her chest, holding it tight to herself. It was probably better for her to go out into the world, to learn for herself rather then being stuck inside here, a hospital where she could already feel herself yearning for something she could not remember. Sliding the plushies back, she saw from the corner of her eye a piece of paper flutter to the ground. Picking it up, she read that it said: “Please, I hope you do find that special someone just for you.”

The phrase sounded familiar that it recalled an image to her and she blinked. Once more, it was that image of her mirror, telling her in her… what? Was that… blood? “Find him,” she had whispered, caressing her cheek. “Find that special someone just for you…” Then the image ended and Chii was left a little stunned. Shifting herself out of bed, she prepared herself to head out, picking up her backpack and filled with the clothes that had been given to her along with the plushies. For, on the back of the piece of paper, was an address and she wanted to find out what that address meant. Sliding open the window, she was greeted by clear blue skies and the gentle breeze that told of a nice day. Then she left.

Chii soon found herself walking for what seemed like forever. When she had walked by a high school, she heard the bell ring and watched as the students filed out in large numbers. Ah, classes had ended and she walked in a direction that caught her eye from where she stood. A river. Curious, she headed down toward the river bank, unaware of the attention she was getting. She wasn’t even paying attention to how they saw her ears, covered up by something that they had never seen before. It was only when she walked by a group of students did she hear the whispers then.

”What’s that she’s wearing?” ”Looks like plastic.” ”Her hair is so long — is she cosplaying?” ”But she’s so tiny like a doll…” ”She is adorable though…” ”But her ears… what are those things that she’s wearing?”

Chii soon found herself tuning out the words, learning to ignore such… hurtful things when it came to her. She had found out soon after she had woken up why she wore these things on her ears. Even though she wore such things, she found that they weren’t simply just for show. Her thoughts toward it vanished when she approached the bank. She set down her bag before she pondered at the idea of dipping her feet in when she thought against it. Well, that was before she turned her gaze toward the higher parts of the bank and noticed something white coming toward—

Letting out a rather loud thunk!, the ball collided with her head and she fell into the river, her attire of her white gown completely drenched by water. Luckily, this part of the river was shallow and she was able to sit up, using her hands as leverage to help her do so. She sighed, now completely drenched as she watched the ball float on by. Grabbing for it, she held it in between her hands before using both of her knees to hold it in place all the while ignoring the painful throbbing on her head. Thankfully, she had seemed lucky as the air that the ball traveled in seemed to have lessened the impact from the distance that it had been thrown from. Rubbing her head, she tried to move away her hair from her face.

Should the owner come to retrieve the ball, she’d merely look up and stare blankly at him before continuing to move her hair out of her face, unaware of the fact that her dress clung to her like a second skin, revealing fair creamy skin and a curvaceous form.—{☆}

#charmingchii #Lmao Chiaki THINKS it will really be that simple #No it won't Chiaki you aren't leaving unless you leave WITH CHII #Well we will see anyway won't we?

“Shit!” Chiaki hissed the curse aloud, immediately dropping his baseball bat onto the ground as he broke into a run after the fly ball. What if he hit it so far off that it was lost to the river, and even if it was in shallow waters he couldn’t find it? Chiaki couldn’t afford to lose that ball. He’d had it with him ever since the third time period he leaped to. Sure they were a lot of close calls, like that one time in got stuck in the branches of an oak tree way high up, or that one time it almost rolled clear down the street and into the sewer — that’d been a fun time, and too close of a call — but he’d always found it, always. Chiaki’s brows were knitted with a mixture of displeasure and panic, agitation written all across his features as he took off. He ignored all the stares he garnered as he ran, pumping his legs harder once he reached the top of the hill.

There were a couple of kids sitting down, laughing, looking at what looked like gaming cards of some sort spread between them on the grass. Not having time to stop, he jumped over them, to their loud, exclaimed noises of astonishment, and barely managed not to trip and fall seconds later when he landed seconds later. It wasn’t like Chiaki didn’t have experience with making big leaps after all.

Chiaki’s eyes wildly shot back and forth across the surface of the river once he reached near the edge, in search for his lost and prized baseball. He had to find it. If he didn’t find it…Yanked from his thoughts, Chiaki felt the light tap of fingers on his shoulder. Turning to see who it was, he was surprised to see a shyly smiling teenaged girl with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, donning a striped red-and-white blouse and denim shorts. He blinked, and then his brows knitted, thrusting his hands into his pockets and raising his guard up. “Yeah? Whaddya want?” Chiaki asked her curtly, feeling only the smallest twinge of guilt nick at his heart when she flinched at his blunt tone and took an automatic step back. Better to be the way he was instead of accidentally giving her the wrong idea. He wasn’t here to make friends.

“I was just. Um, I was wondering, is that your ball, over there…?”

He spun around, and sure enough, piercing brown eyes found it, along with another unexpected sight that made him straighten his posture, and press his fingers in irritation over his eyes. The ridiculous happiness to see that it wasn’t lost forever was replaced easily in the span of a couple heartbeats by disbelief, causing him let out a quick, “Thanks” before heading over towards it in a brisk job. Not only had Chiaki hit the ball clear over the park and almost lost it, but it looked like he’d actually hit a girl upside the head and caused her to lose her bearings and fall down. Talk about rotten luck! Why else would she be sitting in such a daze in the water still, and using her hands as leverage to sit up? Upon closer inspection, he inhaled sharply, slowing down gradually, a sound that was full of nothing but untainted surprise and another discomforting emotion he wouldn’t name.

The girl in question was easily classified as cute, with a long, sheet of pale locks of hair spilling around her thin shoulders and wide, doll-like amber-colored eyes. That wasn’t the reason for the sudden lump forming in his throat, which Chiaki had to work hard on swallowing down, as he took in her appearance more fully. Not only was she bonefide cute, but she was wearing a simple, ordinarily what was probably a modest white dress…that happened to be drenched all the way through with river water, leaving very little to the imagination and highly her physical attributes. She was slim in all the right places, and with soft, flowing curves that would catch any guy’s attention. It made Chiaki look at her in a whole other light. In short, she wasn’t just cute. This girl was a full blown babe, with a body and a face that resembled the kind one would see on billboards, televisions, and the like.

Seeing the original object he wanted held up between her small, knobby knees only made Chiaki inwardly groan. He lowered his stare, feeling it indecent to just gawk anymore. Did she not realize how she…Of course not, she was so out of it thanks to him smacking her on the side of the head that she hadn’t even spoken a word.

Starting to thankfully think a bit more clearly and with his priorities in order, Chiaki licked his lips quickly, and then raised his eyes back up. Then, he came to crouch down beside her, an apologetic expression on his countenance. “Hey, uh…Sorry.” Okay, that was the single lamest sorry in the history of sorry’s. Really, Chiaki? He was even judging himself for that, and how much more insincere could he sound? Chocolate brown hues shifted away from her face, from her oddly blank eyes, to her head, as if by sight alone he could find where she was struck.

“I hit you, right? How bad does it hurt?” He laughed a little, the chuckle coming out in a way that belied his nerves. He really needed to get his act together. “Come on,” he bid her, reaching out with one hand to wrap his fingers around his ball, before stuffing it into his pocket. He tried to do it as fast and with as little as contact as possible, but he still brushed soft, creamy skin even briefly as he did. Glad for that to be over with, Chiaki rose, and then held out a hand to her, gesturing for her to take it. “Let’s get you out of the river and…onto some dry ground. Then I can take a look and see the damage. Hopefully it isn’t so bad you need to go to the hospital but if that’s the case, it’d be better safe than sorry. Right?” On the outside, Chiaki sounded and gave off an approachable air. On the inside, he felt crappy.

To tell the truth, Chiaki’s whole day was ruined. He’d only wanted to come to the park to release some pent up stress and have a little fun before heading back to where he was living by himself, alone. The day was so nice, he hadn’t even ridden on his bike to school, electing to fully enjoy the warm sunshine kissing against his skin and walk on foot, but now he was regretting it.

After making sure this girl was fine and didn’t need anymore attending to, he would be taking his leave. Because unless she had horrendous head trauma, he didn't think she would need an escort. Chiaki kept going back and forth over what would need to be done, his conscious not letting him quite off the hook. Either way, once this exchange was over with, he would be heading back to his apartment. Hm...Maybe he could order some pizza and just chill at home. It was what he probably should have done instead of bothering to come out here at all.

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I swear, I follow such amazing people that I feel so undeserving of them and their bootiful replies. -shot- even if I am unpopular. orz…

You shouldn't sell yourself short. You're one of the best RP'ers I know. Without fail every single one of your characters are played amazingly. And your replies are beautiful and enjoyable to read too. I would know. I haven't read all your other threads yet but the ones I have I've liked. <3