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[baby girl saranghae]

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[baby girl saranghae]

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[baby girl saranghae]

[[::.OOC.::]] Arg. Now I'm gonna have to fix Dora's coding or she'll be mad at me. T__T The banners are by me! And the lips. xP [[.::]]

A blonde adjusted the collar of her blouse and smiled at the badge that had the word 'Slytherin' embroidered into it with black thread. There was a loud thud and Narcissa doubled over into the wall with a loud yelp. She had never really liked traveling by train, but how else would she get to Hogwarts? When she looked back into the mirror, her hair was a bit messy and she narrowed her eyes, cursing under her breath. The golden curls bounced as she looked the her bag for her silver comb with diamonds embedded into it. Narcissa ran the silver comb through the ringlets and thought about where her sister might have gone to. The sixteen-year-old hadn't seen Bellatrix since they departed at the beginning of the train ride.

She and Bellatrix had always been very close, but haven't always stayed together. They both were almost the same, except Bella has always been more cruel. Narcissa would be the one to say, 'But I don't want to kill the spider, Bella!' and her sister would reply with, 'Please, Cissy. It's worthless, you don't need it, so why does it have to be here? Something else will harm it. Wouldn't you rather put it out of it's misery?' Narcissa, I guess, had a little bit more compassion. It just wasn't that Bella was with the Death Eaters, it was that now she had been so cocky. Cissy really didn't like Death Eaters, didn't find the idea of Voldemort or the Dark Lord all that appealing and didn't want to go to Azkaban.

Blue-green eyes peaked out of the small washroom (that was probably only about twelve feet in area) and smiled when she saw there wasn't anyone walking in the aisle way, her legs carried her into the empty aisle and she fixed her shoe strap, blonde curls almost touching the carpeted floor, then continued to find her sister. Narcissa saw pink hair from a distance and her lips pushed out into the four-year-old-thinking-face. She saw the shabby boy, Lupin, a Gryffindor, and a blonde. As she got closer, Narcissa recognized the pink-haired girl to be Nymphadora, her little outcast niece. The blonde didn't stop, she just tapped on the door lightly as she passed.

Narcissa peered into several compartments, looking for her Bella and gave a few snickering Slytherin boys a questioning eyebrow. Then she saw Lucius and Snape on the floor. Narcissa wasn't really Snape's friend, but she wasn't very rude or mean to him, either. The blonde heaved a deep sigh and closed her eyes when he said he was sorry to another Slytherin named Serina. The girl was average looking, she looked like she had average grades, an average family, and an overall average life. Narcissa didn't like her. Nope. Lucius entered the compartment where he and Bellatrix started to talk. "Poor, poor Lucius." Narcissa mumbled to herself in a low whisper so only herself could hear.

As she passed Serina, Cissy did not acknowledge her nor give her a greeting of any kind, but a small glance from behind her shoulder. Long and thin fingers curled into a lazy fist as she lightly knocked on the compartment door before entering and sitting beside her older sister. Her harmonious voice traveled through the air in her relaxed tone, the relaxed tone she always used when around Bellatrix or friends. "Lucius, that was very rude. Severus is going to be intolerably angry. This is our first day back and he's already getting pushed around, as if it weren't enough that Potter does." The name 'Potter' stuck to her tongue, reluctant to come out. This was a very irregular topic for her. Bellatrix was sure to say something. But the girl felt like she had to correct Lucius for what it was worth, "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything." Narcissa crossed her legs in a lady-like manner and looked at her sister with icy eyes, the cold look she had been giving her almost all summer, "Don't mind me, Bella."

[baby girl saranghae]

the STUPID cow..

What I thought wasn't mine
In the light
Was a one of a kind,
A precious pearl
When I wanted to cry
I couldn't cause I
Wasn't allowed

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself
Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

An auburn headed girl lay silently in her bed, dreaming of that beautiful woman with dark red hair and bright blue eyes, just like the girl who was dreaming. The girl had never seen the woman smile, not once. She didn't smile because that little girl was a thing, she wasn't normal. She had a curse; a curse that made her mother so disgusted, she could barely look at her daughter, the daughter that wanted to be held in someone's arms because her father couldn't. The last time the little girl had seen her mother was when she left the Sohma house. She left not even remembering the little girl's name, but telling her that it would be dark soon and that her mother would worry if she didn't return. That was the last of her mother she had seen. 'Little girls aren't supposed to grow up without mothers,' Her teacher once said and her father replied, 'Her mother forgot about us, but I think she'll be okay.

She wasn't okay and she always blamed herself for her mother leaving and for her father being so sad. The little girl still remembers the red hair blowing in the wind and knowing she'll never come back-- "No! Don't leave me!" A loud scream echoed through the empty house as Momoko Sohma shot up from her once peaceful slumber. She shook her head vigorously and rubbed her eyes with her palms. Momo whispered under her breath, 'I'm sorry' over and over. She couldn't help but think of what if she had never been born. 'Ah! Don't think like that.' Several smells entered her nostrils as she took in short breaths. Long and nimble fingers ran through the auburn hair as the girl pushed the silk and linen sheets away from her body and lazily put her feet on the wood floor.

Momoko's room was silent except for the soft chirps of the birds outside the open door in the front room. Her sliding door was unusually open, also. She assumed her father kissed her goodbye without closing it. Shaking her head, she dressed in a black pleated skirt and a white blouse that looked proper for the occasion of going to see Arima, the head of the Sohma family. She really didn't like visiting him because of his short-temper, just like hers. It was very annoying that she had to visit him because he didn't have any real friends of his own, but neither did she, except some of the people in her family. Momo drew a deep breath and stalked into the kitchen.

The rice-maker was still on and she groaned. Boy, was her dad forgetful. She pressed the OFF button with a little too much force and there was a loud beep and the the orange light went off. Momoko scooped some of the rice into a bowl and grabbed chopsticks from the drawer, helping herself to the plain, white rice. When she was finished, she threw the plastic bowl onto the counter like a frizby and it collided with a tea cup with made an unpleasant sound but, thankfully, didn't break and she laughed nervously to herself, beating her forehead with the back of her hand.

Like always, the Sohma Estate was very quiet and peaceful. Momoko had always liked the gardens and decided that Arima's vist woould be delayed until she was finished looking at the cherry blossoms. She hopped on one foot across the gravel road, trying to slide the tennis shoe on the other. When she finally got the shoe on, she sighed and down a small path she wasn't so sure lead to the gardens but smiled as she thought of getting lost as an excuse to be late. Mo was a little disappointed that it was the right way to the gardens but the smell of flowers and trees made up for it and she sat next to the largest cherry tree there, her favorite cherry tree, and picked one of the pink buds and smiled. The smell was so relaxing and the view was just so breathtaking.

All good things come to an end sadly, and with that Momoko dropped the cherry blossom into the small pond next to a water lily and followed the path back to where she came. Momo pondered off the the back of the Estate where Arima's chambers were and she saw a few others going there as well. 'I guess there is more than one a**-kisser, then.' She raised and eyebrow and the sixteen-year-old followed them all into the house. Instead of bowing like the rest of them, she just sat on her knees and yawned.

[baby girl saranghae]

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MashitaChiyeko

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♫«---------------xx Whiich . do YOU ' PReFeR ... ?»♫ { outsider }

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{ ♪ } call ... me { BY } ●º● my real xxx n a m e →

Her mother always called her Mashi or Shita, either is fine, though!


{ ♪ } ii ... can { BLOW } ●º● out candles xxx t o d a y →

Seventeen at the moment; Turns Eighteen on August Eleventh


{ ♪ } jobs ... can { BE } ●º● such a xxx p a ii n →

Third and last year in highschool and works as a dishwasher in the afternoons.


{ ♪ } ii ... can't { HELP } ●º● what my xxx h e a r t fEEls →

Oh, I don't really know.

♫«---------------xx take . a LooK ' but ... DoN'T ?»♫ { touch }

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{ ♪ } look ... through { SHATTERED } ●º● glass and xxx s e e rEflEctIIOns →

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{ ♪ } take ... a { FEW } ●º● piictures of xxx m y sOUl →

Mashita is really an average looking highschool student. Although, most people tend to say she looks like she could pass for thirteen or twelve. It is true. She stands at about five feet three inches and she weighs an average 110 lbs., which is a little bit skinny. Her face is also a little more round than most girls her age and it's actually a little cute, or that's what her friends call it. Her hair is a little lighter than normal, being a tan-brown, and it reaches about to her mid-back. Her bangs are cut to fall into her eyes. Let's not forget those big and beautiful emerald green eyes. Strangely, this is the feature that really sets people off because most of the time they are not actually there, but looking off to somewhere else and it's hypnotizing.

She really doesn't have large curves and is very slim. Is she physically fit? Sure. Is she anywhere near athletic? Haha. Funny. Oh, you were serious? Mashita is definitely not a sports type of person. The closet you can get her to sports is the arcade. The brunette isn't very fond of tackling, balls, or competitions. Don't get me wrong, she isn't lazy but she isn't all that active, either. So, because of her small curves and bony, long legs, she isn't really drop dead gorgeous. If you are wondering, yes, she can be easily marked as a girl.

Pink, yellow, baby blue, purple, any other really bright and eye-blinding color you can think of has Shita-Chan written all over it. Mashita's casual wear usually consists of ruffles, skirts, and bubble sleeves. This is when she isn't really doing anything in her time except reading, writing, or drawing. When she is working, she usually wears a plain pleated skirt and a white blouse with leggings. Most girls would wear something more for adults, but Shita really doesn't believe in growing up just yet; she is still savoring the moments of being a child and not understanding things thoroughly yet. What does this have to do with clothes, you ask? Everything! Fashion is all around you and clothing is just one of the ways you can decode a person's personality.


{ ♪ } the ... true { COLORS } ●º● reveal all xxx p e o p l e →

Mashi can be easily categorized as ditzy. She is really gullable and her lack of good judgement is just plain rediculous. Most of the time, she won't even notice when someone is trying to bash her and when she does, she's usually the one apologizing instead of the other person. This usually causes people to be more careful around her or just ignore her completely. But other than the fact she has bad judgement, she is just really unobservant.

'The human being who lives only for himself finally reaps nothing but unhappiness. Selfishness corrodes. Unselfishness ennobles, satisfies. Don't put off the joy derivable from doing helpful, kindly things for others.' --B.C. Forbes-- Mashita is particularly fond of helping others and doing good deeds without someone asking. She's the type of person who would serve someone food while she is the guest. A lot of people tell her she needs to be more concerned with her own needs but she is convinced that selfishness will not get her anywhere and that the happy aroma that fills the air after doing something good is coming from both ends; the giver and the reciever.

Some would refer to her as 'the Pushover' referring to her selfless and kind ways. Sure, being nice is always a good thing to do, but she just takes it to the extreme. Mashita is very polite, almost to the point where she would call a friend that is a boy 'sir.' Shita can be very compassionate and forgiving, especially in a very emotional situation. It's always overwhelming to her when someone admits they have feelings for her, even if they are just saying they are friends. Every moment to her, even if it is supposed to mean little, it's always seen as something very large and important through her eyes. She is also very optimistic and always tries to find the good attributes to a person or situation, refusing to believe they aren't there.

When push comes to shove, Mashita can be very straight forward and stern if she has to. Especially in situations where it involves hurting her or others, like her friends. This side is usually never brought out unless in a dire situation. In a dire situation, she would probably cry while talking.


{ ♪ } hiistory ... tends { TO } ●º● repeat iitself xxx r ii g h t ? →

A young girl just finishing highschool named Hiromi Chiyeko couldn't hold in her giggles when she saw the pink plus sign. Immediately, she showed her eager boyfriend the little stick, also, and he grinned with excitement. A baby. A little copy just for them. Hiromi and Makoto, the boyfriend, were so eager that they bought their own little apartment and moved in with each other. That day came, August Eleventh and at three o'clock in the morning a baby girl was born. The baby girl had the most beautiful green eyes Hiromi had ever seen and she immediately loved the child without any doubt. Makoto, on the other hand, started to feel a little dodgy about the baby and left Hiromi on her own the take care of the child that Hiromi had named on her own, Mashita.

Hiromi moved in with her sister and they both raised Shita to be a loving little girl, a girl who always put others before herself. Mashita saw her mother as an absolute idol for always being brave and adventurous because Mashi was to scared to do it herself. One night, the little girl asked her mother where her father had gone and Hiromi told her the truth, but laughed about it afterwards. "Eh..Shita? Are you crying?" The girl looked at her mother with her big green eyes that were now watering and she told her mother that she would never leave her, only if she told her to. The mother wiped away the girl's tears and told her that she was cute when trying to be brave and that someone who truly loved her would tell her that one day. "But when you're much older!" Hiromi held her daughter close to her and they both fell asleep on the floor.

Mashita really did grow up to be the sweet and eccentric type of person you would always call your mother. Really, she never really had any official friends except for one. Before Hiromi knew it, Shita was already in highschool with good grades and real friends. About a few months into school, Mashi was pulled out of class being notified that her mother had fallen ill. A few weeks past, then a month, two months. Mashita got pulled out again and was told that her mother had died. The girl didn't cry when she went back into the classroom to get her things and when she went home to see her aunt, she expected her mother to be there to give her the biggest hug and shout that she was okay, but she was greeted with her aunt hugging her and squeezing her, crying into Mashita's light brown hair.

The girl promised her mom that she would do well in school and that she would always love her mom. Mashita ended up leaving her aunt due to the fact that she couldn't really stand to see her cry any longer when she looked at Mashita, telling her that she and her mother looked so much a like, and moved in with her friend, Juri Shiga, who had already graduated from highschool. Juri was very understanding towards her and reminded Mashita of her mother in personality and it made her feel more welcome in the apartment they lived in.

On a breezy summer day, Mashita sat on a bench at an deserted park where she was alone, reading a collection of poems. The poems reminded her of songs and they each had their own individual rhythm. Then Shita heard loud music and turned to see one of her friends walking down a sidewalk with headphones blaring out the music she had heard from the bench. Mashita, being the upbeat and happy-go-lucky girl she is, planned to give her friend a suprise glomp! She started to run at a jogging pace and just as she closed her eyes and as her arms were in the air, her friend moved and did a really weird dance. Shita realizing there wasn't any glomping going on, opened her eyes to see a familiar face in front of her. AH?! Sohma Daisuke?! Next thing she knew, there was a poof and a cloud of smoke and no Daisuke. All she found were Daisuke's clothes and a little kitty. She looked over to where she saw her friend just walking along, not even noticing Mashita turned a boy a year younger than her into a little cat. She put the cat by the clothes again and panicked, screaming 'What should I do? I'm so sorry, Sohma-Kun, I didn't mean to turn you into a cat!' There was another poof and the silent kitty was then a very nude Daisuke. "OH! I DIDN'T LOOK!"

Ever since then, Mashita has known about the Sohma Family's curse, but has never really found out what it actually was. She only knew that when someone of the opposite sex hugs a cursed Zodiac member, they change into an animal. This was so strange for Mashita, but she really didn't mind it, just as long as they could still be at least friends. Shita isn't really sure what will happen when she continues her third year of high school, but really hopes for the best.

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{ ♪ } giive ... me { WHAT } ●º● ii want xxx p l e a s e →

{♥} Riceballs
{♥} Music, the piano or harp are always nice
{♥} Writing, mostly poems
{♥} Reading
{♥} Playing games
{♥} Roses
{♥} Clouds
{♥} Watching time
{♥} Really sweet people, understanding


{ ♪ } take ... iit { AWAY } ●º● take iit xxx a w a y →

[-] Violence, any kind
[-] Thunder&&Lightning
[-] Really big animals
[-] Mean people
[-] People who reject help when they need it
[-] Repetitive Songs


{ ♪ } weakness ... of { THE } ●º● heart comiing xxx c l o s e r →

{!} Dying
{!} Losing another love one
{!} Head of the Sohma Family
{!} Losing memories of the Sohma Family



{ ♪ } thiis ... can { ALWAYS } ●º● help me xxx r e l a x →

[~] Writing
[~] Cooking
[~] Cleaning
[~] Listening to a CD
[~] Reading; Romance novels make her cry
[~] Talking to a friend

♫«---------------xx Fiight . you're OWN ' bAtTlEs ... ?»♫ { today }

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Hiromi Chiyeko [{late mother}]
Makoto Tochigi [{father}]


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Mashita plans to be a teacher or a cosmotologist.

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"I'm sorry!"
"Oh, are you okay?!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"You want to be friends?"
"Wait--Wait..Can you say that again?"
"I get it! Right! ...What?"
"Maybe, if you just be a little nicer, people will get to know you easier."


{ ♪ } danciing ... to { MY } ●º● own iinternal xxx m u s ii c →

Gomenasai by t.A.T.u. -- For Fruits Basket by Ritsuko Okazaki -- Love Lockdown by Kanye West -- 6 Months by Hey Monday -- Breathe by Anna Nalick


{ ♪ } everythiing ... you { SAY } ●º● reflects what xxx y o u thIInk →

#CC6699 - ME talking to YOU
#CC99CC - ME thinking about YOU
#FFCCCC - YOU talking to ME


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kanniblemouse

[baby girl saranghae]

mashita. chiyeko

I was so happy when you smiled
-----{♥}Your smile breaks through the clouds of gray
------{♥}Far from the sunny days that lie in sleep
-------{♥}Waiting with patience for the spring,
--------{♥}when the flowers will bloom renewed again
---------{♥}Knowing there's more beyond the pain of today







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no one

likes a riceball

in their fruits basket..

[baby girl saranghae]

______ mashita. chiyeko

I was so happy when you smiled
-----{♥}Your smile breaks through the clouds of gray
------{♥}Far from the sunny days that lie in sleep
-------{♥}Waiting with patience for the spring,
--------{♥}when the flowers will bloom renewed again
---------{♥}Knowing there's more beyond the pain of today






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why is it that
no one
wants a riceball
with the
f r u ii t s
in their
t e k s a b

[baby girl saranghae]

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