Aw, crap.  20 hours too late.  Stupid sleep. *sighes*<br/><br/>Well, I'll write a new post.  This was the one I wrote while I was catching up on the tail.<br/><br/>I must aplaud Nerf's ghost story.  :)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">What I would have posted if I'd been 24 hours faster.</div><div class="spoiler_body">   For a long time, Kyou held his silence.  This was a truly grand place, both magnificent and opulent.  Yet many of the qualites of beauty it embodied his own home shared, paper lanterns lovingly painted, and especialy the sakura.  <br/><br/>   He turned his quietly admiring gaze on the bride to be, and his lip corners twtiched up at the topic she chose.  <br/><br/>   He began thinking of all manner of ghost stories he knew, and those he'd made himself, too.  <br/><br/>   As he listened to the stories the others told, and told well, he decided to break away from his usual method.  He wanted a story--even if it wasn't his own--that would stand out, so he decided his first story of the event would be one that would shake up expectations a little, even if there were better times to tell it...<br/><br/>   <em>There are certain expectations everyone has when they hear a story.</em>  <br/><br/><br/>   Kyou stepped up a little ways at an auspicious moment and gave a bow.  "Gracious hosts, honored guests.  This is not a well known tale, but a story that my eldest sister told me, that our grandfather told her.  <br/><br/>   He began the tale, not with their grandfather, but with his sister as a little girl.  If it had been written in a diferent time and place, it would have gone like this.  <br/><br/>Grandpa and the Lion by Andy Z. (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1_G8wWRYl-zT2k1TWtQTHNEc01NT1VOcXpqcWxhVWJ6Vm53/view)<br/><br/></div></div>