<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=13127.msg544155#msg544155">Quote from: Chris Brady on 10-03-2008, 00:13:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sanro is there, the black and sleek Kawasaki Ninja 500R purring like a satisfied woman, the jacket and extra helmet laying over the back.  Chatting away are several girls, acting as like groupies to his rockstar.  However the moment he sees his little sister, he waves Ichigo over, before admonishing his fans to go straight home.<br/><br/>With a disappointed sigh, they nod and pick their bags, a few of them glaring at the sickly beauty, a couple more once out of earshot of their idol, make not-so-whispered comments about Ichigo 'getting a ride'.  But soon they disappear, walking out the front gates.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The small girl rolls her eyes at seeing her brother's 'fans.'  She really didn't understand why they all swooned over him.  He was a mess at home, he smoked (away from Ichigo, due to her sickness), he was crude, and a royal pain in the ass.  So Sanro was handsome?  Big deal, she had lived for four years with him, the novelty had worn off well before she had gotten hormones, and it had jaded her around plainer, immature boys.   Why couldn't they just do what they claimed or bragged about doing?<br/><br/>The comment about a ride makes Ichigo's face redden and her blood run cold and she gives a ice-cold glare at the girls.   Sanro was her brother, how could they think that?  A little voice snidely reminded her that Sanro and Nisen were Dolls, with no relation to her beyond being created by her mother.  Shaking her head, she adjusts the protective jacket and zips it up, snuggling into the warmth of it with a smile.  As she puts the strawberry red helmet on, she asks, "Someone else went missing, big brother?"