Let's Play Love Revo - Because We Need More Brother Lovin' Up in Hurr

You know what always makes me feel better? Watching Pewdie's LPs. I can't be scared when I'm busy laughing~

It's me, Gertrude! Imma gonna LP now k?

I asked Ayato-Sempai what he would be doing at the Sports Meet. He says he'd be score keeping, because you know, physical excursion is bad for a guy with anemia. Well, since this is an otome game, let's just make sure we are at the same place he is.





I guess I'm not the only one with this brilliant idea.

Oh hey! Let's go talk to him. AYATO - WHAT UP HOME SKILLET?



Act cool Hitomi, act cool. HECK TO THE YES! WOOP! You are terrible at this Hitomi.



Nobody is talking to you unimportant girl. You don't even have a name.



Thanks Ayato! You're a peach. You don't have to though.



Awwww...!

Then Girl B explodes in jealousy.

So it wouldn't be an Ayato event without chit chatting about his anemia.

Why aren't you participating in an event?

Imagine what it would be like if you couldn't do your favorite thing Hitomi!



I'm not sure that is exactly the same...



Yeeeeesssh.



ANYWAYS - That must suck Ayato!







No, no! I can get them!

Let me just...

Well no, I have an... OWIE!



Just... be gentle.







Not anymore.



Do you have a shirt on under there? Oops! I unzipped yer jacket. Clumsy me!



That's a fair assessment, yes.



Hmm... That's a bit odd, but I'll take it.



Well, though you are a particularly endearing Otome Protagonist, you are still an Otome Protagonist. It goes with the territory.

I was thinking when I saw the crash, "Predictable otome plot in 3...2...1..."

The characters make up for it though~

Guess who's got a Pink Heart for Hitomi?



Onii-chan! Don't SAY that.



Outside of school one day...



Why, yes. Yes I have. I'm looking supa fly if I say so myself.



Feminist Ayato.



Or maybe not. I'll take the compliment though.



You don't have to say that.

Hey, can I get your email Ayato?



But... Your gonna give me your email anyways, riiiiiight?



RIIIIIIIIGHT?



Oh good.



And pretty much immediately I get an email!





Can I just read Pride and Prejudice again instead?

I wasn't entirely sold on Ayato, but the kid is endearing himself to me with his normalcy. He reminds me a lot of my first crush!

More Ayato. Always agreeable.

*Reiterates very long fangirly rants*

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a side tangent. ;D

Oh, most of what I'd say I've said already. Because I have thoughts on the later route development, but spoilers and all... I can wait. I can watch that CG and wait.

I'm finding it hard to find gifs that show my reaction to that CG, so here:



(I just really wanted to use this one, OKAY?!)


Just so you guys know, I totally haven't got that CG saved to my computer so I can look at it whenever I want. TOTALLY HAVEN'T.

Why is he ~*~sassy~*~ winking when he's basically saying his super weakness makes life suck a bit? Why Ayato? That's not the time to do the sassy wink. Do that afterwards and make a quip about how it gives you an excuse to spend most of your time reading or just hanging out in bed... and sneakily suggest that Hitomi join you.

I do want to hug him close and keep him there. And we can discuss books maybe except we probably wouldn't get along since I prefer YA scifi and fantasy to mysteries.

But yeah, that sassy wink it just like an instant squee button for me. He should do that for his year book photo and school id.

If he does I think we solved how the sickly guy broke into the Number Five. Because I doubt his reading books in three different languages was a help there.

That's it. I'm gonna write a fan-fiction where Hitomi romances Himuro-Sensei. Because it is late and my brain is broke. Or full of brilliant. I can't tell. Hug me.

I will wish you luck. I'm too sick today to make much sense of what is brilliant and what is broken.

I'd so like to see that.

This is my new OTP.

I'm not even kidding, I am writing that fan-fic. I've never written a fan fiction before.

DO ET.

I have decided that the world of Love Revo is a bit more interesting than that of Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side, so I am making Himuro a transfer teacher who moves into the apartment at around the same time as the Fab 5.

Oh god, I'm fan-fictioning.

Oh hey guys what's going on he--
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YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT.

reminds me of the Roommates comic, wherein Jared, King of the Goblins, shares an apartment with Erik, the Phantom of the Opera.

My mind short circuited because I see no way of this working effectively. Granted, I have neither seen Labyrinth, nor have I read the novels/watched the movies of Phantom of the Opera, so I know nothing.

Half the fun is watching their personalities and eras clash. And seeing them hang out with the people in the apartment across the way, Inspector Jarvert and Commander Norrington.

Gah... I leave and then there's like three pages and there were cats so here have my cat Bertie (I actually have another one but she is antisocial so I don't have any pictures of her on me right now...)

also, BertFujisaki, that gif reminds me of how I react whenever someone hugs me, I hate human contact. goes off to be antisocial in my corner do I have a social disease?

Also in this world Javert's gypsy mother was Morgan le Fey so he can see through magic disguises which gets rather fun when one of the cats from Cats show up to troll Jareth.

No, I haven't read it from start to end just because Javert is in it and it amuses me he rooms with Norrington because Philip Quast (apperance source for Javert) and Jack Davenport played together in the amazing Ultraviolet vampire miniseries in 1998.

*ahem*

SO, HOW ABOUT THAT LOVE REVO GAME, GUYS, ISN'T THAT AMAZING AND I DON'T HAVE ANY KIND OF GEEKY HOBBIES *flail*

I'm pretty much the same. Let's all be antisocial in our corners together!!

He is beautiful! You guys make me seriously miss having a kitty around the house (my apartment is a rental and it's tiny so we have no pets).
You guys should all post copious amounts of cute kitteh pics over at the Post Your Pet thread (pleeease?)! And I will spam the like button like crazy because I am weak to the fuzzy cuteness.

Here is the Prologue from Hitomi's perspective. I figured it would be fun to switch back and forth. There isn't a whole ton of new material here, just a warm up into the events that cause Hitomi to decide to diet and setting up for Himuro to live in the apartment.

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Prologue - Hitomi

Here is the thing; I never thought of myself as fat per se. When I was younger I had a ton of fans! I thought I had these fans because I was kind, and not necessarily because I was cute and thin. Though I was most certainly cute. Pretty much everyone told me so. In hind sight that is kind of naive huh? Models don't generally get famous for being nice. I ended up in a lot of commercials and I won more than a few beauty contests.

So when I started gaining weight because I indulged in all of the desserts that those fans sent home with me I didn't think much of it. I started seeing my waist expand and my limbs grow plumper, but I never made the connection between that and the commercial offers decreasing. My parents were always cooking me as much as I wanted and my brother was always cheering my eating on. It didn't occur to me that something had changed until my manager told me that I had been dropped from my modeling contract. Even then I figured; Hey, I'm getting older, it's no big deal.

So for the next year or two I didn't worry at all about how I ate, or how people looked at me. I had friends after all; Yuu and Rie. They were always supportive and never teased me for how I looked. Nobody else did either actually, though I have to admit now that I did start getting some strange looks. Ones that I had never gotten before. If you aren't perfect you know the ones, the ones where the upper lip lifts and the eyebrows accompany it. The look you might give a piece of fruit when it goes bad. Then there was always Toru. Oh, sweet Toru. He was always my rock. He was always the one who was honest with me, even when I didn't want to hear it.

I would say, "Toru, do you think I've gained weight?"

"Umm, yeah Hitomi. I mean, you must have noticed. You still look good though, because of the smile on your face," he would reply with the most honesty he could muster. "Maybe we can start a joint membership at a gym? I'm sure we could both lose a little bit of weight."

I would always think that it was a good idea at the time, but by the time I got home and my brother, who I affectionately refer to as Onii-chan, would sit me down for that glorious three course dinner, I would quickly forget again.

My brother and I live in this apartment building our Dad owns, there were only a couple other residents for a long time, but Dad was getting low on cash and decided we needed more tenants. We already had me, Onii-chan, Toru and our school doctor, the beer swilling, chain-smoking Ryutaro-Sensei. I thought it would be nice to have more company. Boy was ever I wrong!

Somehow, even though it defies all logic, the new tenants included the five most popular guys at school! I didn't really know any of them and I was super excited to meet them. I mean, I'm a nice girl! Maybe they'd even say I was cute! Hey, it's shallow, but I'm a girl after all. That is not at ALL what happened. Not even a little. Not even remotely. I was in for the biggest shock of my life! Gah! I am getting really worked up over this even now! But I digress…

Onii-chan came to our apartment to let me know that the new residents were here. At the time I had no idea who they were. I figured it would be a good idea to greet them.

While we walked down the hall to the main foyer I asked him, "How many new residents do we have Onii-chan?"

"Six Hitomi-chan! Plus another next week. We are going to be full up! It will be pretty handy though, they all go to your school!" Onii-chan replied enthusiastically.

"That IS handy! I hope they're nice." And I hope they like me, I thought to myself.

"We are only meeting five of them now though. The last arrives tonight, a transfer teacher from Habataki High School." Onii-chan gave me a thumbs up, something he does even when it isn't appropriate.

Another teacher? I already get enough grief from Ryutaro-Sensei! I hope this one has a less acidic personality than him.

"They're all boys though, so you let me know if any of them bothers you and I'll put an end to it immediately!" he said with too much gusto.

"Whatever you say Onii-chan." I generally humor him when he is being over-protective. "Well let's get to the introductions! This will be fun!" I said as we rounded the corner to meet my destiny.

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Let me know if you see any glaring grammar/spelling mistakes. Also what you like or don't like. This is my first time writing fan-fiction so I am sure I could improve. ;D Also, art school makes me great at taking constructive criticism.

Next chapter will be Himuro's Prologue - In which he moves into this new and strange apartment building and meets our buxom heroine.

Edit: I unspoilered it, because it was messing with my italics.

IT'S HAPPENING, YAYYYYYY!

Hmm... Maybe I should make an independent thread for this in the Kawaii forum. If you guys think so I will do it after I get Himuro's prologue done (hopefully tonight, maybe in the next few days.)

Sounds good to me! Or you can post it under the fanfic thread.

Oh yeah. That's a good idea. I'll think about it. It isn't a big deal or anything, but I figured I should put it in a place that if people are interested they can read it with out having to dig around. If I ever get it done I'll throw it on that fan-fic site.

By the way, this avatar with this title is really funny to me for some reason! xD

It's because it's Felix. It's one of those things where the character's trying too hard.

OK, here is more.

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Prologue - Himuro

Change. I am not a fan. I've lived in the same place, driven the same kind of car, eaten the same food and most importantly worked at the same place for a good number of years now. However, when you get offered a job leading a highly prestigious Brass Band and teaching at a higher pay grade you don't turn your nose up at it.

It seems rather impulsive now that I look back at that decision. Impulsivity is not… a trait I would have said I was burdened with in the past. However with only a month to find a new place in a new city I ended up with only a couple of options. It made me realize how much I wished I had time to find just the perfect place. This new apartment will be good enough. I prefer perfection. I think to the glass vase I received at Christmas last year from a nondescript female student; the sleek lines and impeccable clarity. What was that girl's name? It wasn't like me to forget.

I only had a suitcase for now as I pulled up to that apartment building I would be living in. It held the belongings I couldn't live without; a pressed suit, a spare pair of glasses, some assorted toiletries. That glass vase and the rest of my things would be coming in a moving van tomorrow.

I pulled into my designated parking spot and shut off the car. I wouldn't be needing it to drive to school everyday here, Saint Leaf School is close enough to walk to. That sounds like a good thing in theory, but I actually really enjoy driving. I didn't pay top dollar for this car to have it collect dust in a driveway.

I pushed the buzzer to the main entrance one more time than I would have liked (twice), when a loud shout blared, "Coming!" from the other side. Why was I not excited to see the face this voice was coming out of? When the door opened, finally, a young man was on the other side. He seemed overly chipper, and overly casual, two things that make me uncomfortable.

"Hey there! You must be Himuro-Sensei," he lowered his voice a bit, "Can I get your bag and show you your room?"

"No!" I said too forcefully. "Ahem, I mean, yes, I am Himuro-Sensei. I can get my bag, just point me in the direction of my room and I'll be on my way. No need for you to trouble yourself."

"Oh," he said, a cloud of awkwardness forming between the two of us, "Well, you will be staying in room 402. You can climb a bunch of stairs right? Of course you can. The stairs are right over there," he points to a stairway I could have seen on my own without any trouble, "You are on the fourth floor."

I adjust my glasses, pushing them up my brow, "I figured as much."

"Ha! Of course you did. Smart teacher type and all. Well uh, I'm Sakuragawa Takashi, I stand in for my Dad management-wise, which I'm sure he told you. My sister and I live in 501, and if you need anything let us know. Oh! Before you go would you like me to call her down to meet you? I'm sure she would like to meet you." Oh please, please stop talking now. Not hearing my cerebral plea he continued, "You'll love her, she is just the cutest, she used to be a model you know, and I--"

"I'LL JUST BE GETTING TO MY ROOM NOW," I cut him off, much too loudly. In reply he just stood there eyes wide, mouth still agape with the last thing he had said. Without letting him even think about beginning to yammer again I took my leave to the stair case, making my way up it two stairs at a time.

When I made it to the fourth floor I realized I was in better shape than I would have given myself credit for, I was breathing a bit heavily, but I was no worse for the wear. I could easily see room 403 from the top of the stairs, but I saw something of even more interest beyond that -- the door leading to the roof. I heard from Mr. Sakurgawa, the landlord of this building, that they had quite a nice view from the rooftop. This little tidbit was actually the reason I chose this apartment over my other option. After I drop off my suitcase I'll have to go take a look. I'll just have to be careful not to run into that strange young man Takashi again, or I'll go deaf from his endless chattering.

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Again, let me know if there are any errors, or what you think this far. ;D Feel free to speak your mind.

Also--

MY PHOTOSHOP SKILLS ARE NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH!!!!



Mwa ha ha!!!!

Hey! I have them both talking about hind sight. Maybe that will come up. Orrr....I totally did that on purpose. I am a devious master planner. Yeah.

Edit: Or I'll just change it.