Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of the characters. Unfortunately. XD I really wish I did though. That would be just fantastic! But anyways, it's time to get on with this story! I'm not quite good at writing them, but I just needed to do this! Please be easy on me if there are any errors. XD; But besides that, please enjoy! ^_^
"Everyone! Twenty laps!" It was a normal, bright sunny day at the Seishun Gakuen tennis courts. With the Nationals quickly approaching, everyone was in full speed, each training to their greatest ability in order to prepare. Each also trying to surpass their limits. Ever since the tennis club at Seigaku had started, all the previous teams could accomplish was reaching the Kantou tournament, but they were never able to make the cut. Yet this time was going to be different. With the strongest team that the school has had so far, the Seishun Gakuen tennis team had a bright future ahead of them. Even so…
"Unyaaa, it's so hot today! Why do we have to run laps?"
"Saa, even on a day like this, Tezuka never lets up."
"Oi, Mamushi! Watch it! Your elbow hit my arm!"
"Fsssh, shut up and keep running."
"What was that!? Wanna fight!?"
"Fsssh!!"
"Ii data."
"Maa, maa! You two, settle down!"
"Mada mada dane. Here, take this, Kawamura-sempai."
"Oh… thank you, Echizen……………………………UWAAAAAH, MOERU ZE!! BAANINGGGGGU!!!! HORA HORA, COME ON!!"
At that moment, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seishun Gakuen tennis team's current buchou, felt like they had far much more to go and so much more to do in order to be prepared for the Nationals. The stern expression he always wore never changed, even though what he felt within was complete dread for upcoming hours he would spend this afternoon with his teammates. He always took tennis practice seriously, along with all the other activities he participated in, but tennis more so. With his teammates acting the way they were now, if anyone was watching, they would probably be surprised that this was the team with the most hope for winning the Nationals. And even as the team's captain, Tezuka was surprised that this was the team as well. With how things were headed, he supposed that more discipline was in order.
"Everyone! Stay focused! Momoshiro! Kaidoh! An additional ten laps! Nationals is fast approaching! We must keep the goal in mind! Yudan sezuni ikou!"
Protests were heard from the two that had gained the additional laps, but their whines and pleas fell on deaf ears. While the rest of the team finished the twenty laps assigned, the two that continued glared daggers at each other, both of them neck and neck, neither wanting to fall behind. Trusting that the two rivals were going to finish their laps without his supervision, Tezuka placed his attention on the panting figures in front of him, most specifically, to their data collector and manager. Giving a slight nod to the only other bespectacled figure on the team, he addressed, "Inui."
Inui responded in kind. "Of course." Flipping open his green notebook which he had already taken out during the run. "Everyone." Those that had lied down on the floor had sat up. Those taking sips from their water bottles had finished, closing them. Once everyone was focused on the data tennis player, he continued. "With my observations from the previous matches with the other teams and what I have witnessed during our own practices among each other, I have created a schedule specifically for conditioning." A chorus of groans resonated among most of the players, and at the same time, the two rivals had just finished running the ten extra laps. The both of them had sprinted the last of the laps and now that they had completed them, had plopped down onto the ground, completely exhausted. "Oh. Momoshiro. Kaidoh. Glad you two can make it in time for the explanation of our training schedule for today. This saves me from the trouble of explaining a second time," he acknowledged them, using his free hand to adjust his glasses.
"Oh no… not again," the spiky haired junior whined, resting an arm over his eyes. "I've had enough for today. I'm beat. Count me out." An evil chuckle from the manager sent a chill up the boy's spine, and after gaining his breath, he uncovered his eyes and sat up, looking at the data player with a feeling of dread. The rest of the team, excluding Tezuka, Fuji, and Inui himself, expressed the same feeling.
"Oh? That's unfortunate…" Inui replied, not sounding upset in the least. No. He had a wide grin stretching his face, and his glasses glinted dangerously in the sunlight. He chuckled, and some of the players scooted back a step, all knowing what was coming next. "If that's the case, then it's fine. Though, you won't be able to get away without… proper punishment." If possible, the data player's grin grew even wider. "Let me introduce you to my--"
"A joke! It was a joke!" The junior practically screamed, jumping up from his seat and backing away, his violet colored eyes alighted with absolute fear, though he laughed nervously and started jumping up and down and flexing. "Hahahaha! I was just kidding, Inui-sempai! I'm not tired at all! See? Just fine! Haha…! Ha…" He sweat dropped. Ryoma stared at his upper classman with a bored look for a moment before pulling his cap over his face, hiding his eyes.
"Baka," he mumbled to himself, even though he too was scared of whatever concoction that their manager had created this time. They all knew that whatever drink the data player made, it was a direct risk for their lives, and that it was supposed to be healthy for them was such a lie. Healthy drinks didn't make people pass out right on the spot! At the thought, the freshman couldn't help but give an involuntary shudder. When he took a look from underneath his cap at Inui's face, he knew that something like that wouldn't prevent his senior from introducing everyone to the newest risk factor anyway. And introduce he did.
"Oh that's good, then," he said, sounding a bit more dejected at the fact that he'd have to wait until his newest juice was tasted. But the knowledge that one of them had to drink it sooner or later kept his spirits up. The way he first tested his experiment was letting mice drink it. Pet mice. Usually, he bought a cage full of the rodents, and after isolating one and separating it in a cage of its own, he would fill the drinking bottle full of his experiment instead of water. Of course, if the mouse died, then the experiment was no good. If the mouse passed out but suffered from other effects a few days afterward, then the experiment was also no good. If the mouse passed out with no harm done, then the experiment was good enough, though he kept the mouse to see if there were any really long term effects.
Yet, after a long enough time, he would release the mouse into the wild. The data player wasn't quite fond of using his test animals more than once, with the exception of the members of his tennis team. This experiment had actually had not caused the mouse to pass out, but because the boy was so excited about that, he had let the mouse free afterward without any further study. Only a few minutes after the creature was released, the poor thing died, yet this detail remains unknown to the creator, and because of this, serious repercussions may arise… not like Inui knew, though. With a dramatic sweep of his free hand, he reached behind his back. "But even so, I don't see the trouble of introducing the punishment beforehand~! Perhaps it will be an encouragement for you all to do your best. This…!"
He pulled out a glass filled with the horrid looking liquid from seemingly out of nowhere. The contents of the glass was thick, and it was the color of dark purple mixed with black. It bubbled at the top and one particularly large one rose from the glass and popped, though the particles that had created the bubble dropped back into the glass with a plop! "…This is my newest invention! The Inui Juice Remix Deluxe Version 301! It's healthy for you~! Is there anyone that would like to try it?" he asked at the end of his explanation. The odds were low that anyone would drink it at the moment, but Inui took chances. Each group member stared at the abomination for a moment, some of them holding back from gagging, and after, practically all of them looked towards Fuji Syuusuke.
The tensai was the one that survived most of the data players drinks and actually seemed to enjoy them, even recommending them at times. They all wondered how the smiley eyed boy was able to manage it, but a lot of them passed it off as "because he's a tensai" or because he was used to tasting odd things like that, especially since whenever going to the Kawamura Sushi Restaurant, the smiling one order wasabi sushi. Knowing that everyone's gaze had turned to him, he slightly tilted his head to the side.
"Saa, it looks quite delicious, but I'm afraid I'll pass." His usual smile on his face grew a little. "I'd like to see someone try it first." Practically everyone gulped, remembering the time when they had asked Fuji why he tried so hard one time during a run where the penalty for passing the time limit or coming in last had the penalty of drinking one of Inui's so called health drinks. The boy had fun seeing the reactions of the others towards the drinks. Not only was he a danger on the courts, but he was quite the danger outside of them as well. The boy was definitely a sadist. Looking back to the data player, everyone else shook their heads except for the buchou who had his arms stiffly crossed and was looking straight at Inui with the same expression on his face as always. Inui noticed this and raised the glass in Tezuka's direction.
"How about it, Tezuka? Aren't you curious as to what it tastes like?" the manager asked in a challenging manner of sorts.
"Inui." The tone was stern and contained a hint of annoyance and impatience. "Get on with the explanation." The data player sighed and the glass disappeared behind his back as he placed it on the table next to a pitcher filled with his newest drink and among a stack of small, paper cups. Lifting up the green notebook once more, he continued with his explanation.
"Ah, of course," he all but grumbled, a bit disappointed that the bespectacled brunette had turned down his challenge. There was a low percentage that the other would have taken it either, because even though the buchou didn't show it in his expressions, Inui knew that he was also quite fearful of the juices. He knew that Tezuka was also not one in a position to drink said juices since he always went full out during these conditioning practices, but the data player had his ways to make Tezuka try them, whether those ways were fair play or not. "So anyways…"
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It had already been fifteen minutes since the start of conditioning practice, and so far, no one had fallen victim to Inui's juice… yet. After those first minutes, conditioning had changed to working on volleying. More specifically, each player was to play at the net and someone at the base line was to hit the tennis ball towards the corners. Not only must the one at the net reach and hit the tennis ball back, but they must also aim towards one of the cones marked with a certain color that the one at the base line calls out. The volleying player loses if a ball passes him or if he misses hitting the correct colored cone. The baseliner loses if the ball he hits goes out, doesn't make it past the net, or if he doesn't notice that the volleying player didn't hit the right cone. The ones up to demonstrate were Tezuka Kunimitsu at the net to volley and Fuji Syuusuke at the baseline to feed the balls.
Leaning down to Ryoma's height, Momoshiro whispered, "I have a feeling this is gonna get heated really quickly. I can feel it, I can." Ryoma just "hn'ed" and pushed his cap up, a smirk on his face as he watched the two best on the team walk onto the court. Things were finally going to get interesting.
"Nya, you said it!" The acrobatic player whispered excitedly, overhearing what the spiky haired junior had said. "Just look at those two! They may not show it, but they're pumped up!" he continued, wrapping his arms around Ryoma's neck in a hug that resembled more of a headlock. Ryoma's smirk turned into a frown.
"Kikumaru-sempai… get off…" The redhead's grip just grew tighter as he continued to watch with wide eyes as the demonstration finally started. Ryoma made an annoyed sound but had turned his attention to the demonstration as well.
"Saa, are you ready, Tezuka?" Fuji asked, his usual closed eyes smile on his face. Tezuka "hn'ed" in confirmation like their freshman player had almost just done a few moments ago. The tensai then opened his eyes, revealing startling blue icy orbs, his smile disappearing from his expression. He was now serious. "Here I go." Holding out a tennis ball in front of him, he let it drop and hit it with his racket to the left corner. "Red," he called out as his racket strings came into contact with the ball. The tensai automatically reached for another tennis ball behind him from the crate, though watching as Tezuka easily reached that ball he had hit and hit it towards the correct cone. Once the tennis ball clunked against the cone, Fuji hit a new tennis ball to the other corner, calling out, "Yellow," as he did so. This continued, and even though it looked simple enough, it took the utmost concentration of both players. All eyes were on the both of them. All eyes… except for the one that come up with this training in the first place.
Inui Sadaharu had snuck away from the group and filled a normal looking water bottle with his latest concoction. He chuckled evilly to himself, and after the water bottle felt it had the right weight, he went to put his idea into action. Everyone was inside the tennis courts, watching the demonstration with so much focus that it was easy for him to sneak in and out. Heading towards the tennis bag that he knew was Tezuka's, he quickly opened it up and took out the water bottle inside. 'Good,' he thought as he compared their weights. 'Around the same. There is an 11% chance that Tezuka would notice such a small detail!' He kept himself from chuckling any further, else he might be found out, and he quickly placed the water bottle filled with his Inui Juice Remix Deluxe Version 301 inside his buchou's bag exactly how he had found the water bottle filled with normal water. Quickly closing the bag, he quickly left to dispose of the evidence which was Tezuka's actual water bottle, and afterwards, he came back into the courts and resumed watching the very long demonstration that Fuji and his victim had been giving. No one noticed a thing. Also, when the data player had come back, it had been at the right time. Fuji was down to the last tennis ball.
"Purple." Tezuka returned the ball into the court, but it hit none of the cones. Some of the onlookers gasped. "Saa, does this mean I win?" the tensai asked innocently, his eyes closed once more, the smile back on his face.
"Fuji." Tezuka stood straight. "There isn't a cone marked purple." This explanation caused the tensai to chuckle and caused a lot of the crowd that hadn't noticed that fact to sweat drop.
"True. Well, it looks like I still can't beat you, but it looks like neither of us loses either. That was a good match."
"Ah." Fuji walked up to the net and shook hands with Tezuka, and the two made their way back to the others. When they were in range, Ryoma lowered his cap over his eyes once more and smirked.
"Mada mada dane, Fuji-sem--"
"FUJIKOOOO, YOU SCARED ME, NYA!" The acrobatic player yelled in the freshman's ear and started jumping up and down with energy, practically choking the poor boy in the process.
"K-Kikumaru-semapi… can't breathe…" said boy choked out.
"Eiji!" The mother of the group exclaimed worriedly, trying to break the freshman loose of his doubles partner's grasp. "EIJI!"
"Unyaaa, gomena, Ochibi-chan!" Finally, the redhead released the shortest member on the regular team and had stopped jumping. Scratching the back of his head and sticking out his tongue, he gave a cheesy smile. Ryoma grunted in response and sorted out the wrinkles in his uniform that had formed when the cat like acrobatic player had unknowingly choked him.
"Che… Just watch it next ti--" Suddenly, another arm had wrapped around his neck, this time from the spiky haired junior, but instead of jumping around like the last person, the guy had flipped off his hat and started ruffling his hair, laughing merrily. "Aww, come on, Echizen! You know he didn't mean it! Lighten up!" he teased. The freshman practically growled.
"Momo-sempai! Itai!" Kawamura scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Ano… Momo, I think you should stop now."
"Fsssh, baka." That made the other junior stop and glare. Giving Ryoma one last noogie and releasing him, the aggressive baseline player strode over to Kaidoh and stopped only a few feet away.
"What was that, Mamushi?"
"Fsssh, you heard me."
"Wanna fight?"
"Fsssh!" The two looked like they were about to pounce on each other and tear each other apart, but the sound of something hitting the floor along with a slight choking noise had caught their attention, along with the attention of everyone else. All heads turned towards their buchou's direction, and they were surprised to see him clenching the front of his shirt, his usual cold expression gone, replaced with one that was suffering from great pain. Everyone went into silent shock for a moment, but after they had gotten over it, they ran towards their most respected teammate.
"TEZUKA!!" The bespectacled brunette had sunken to the floor onto his knees, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He gasped for breath, trying to allow oxygen into his lungs, but his whole chest area felt restricted. It wasn't like anything he had felt before. He had known what it was like when there was little oxygen to breathe, especially since he was one that went mountain climbing whenever there was time. There was time to get used to the lack of oxygen, but this, it felt like his lungs had completely collapsed on him. And it was definitely not something to get used to. And his body… his skin felt like it was on fire. He shut his eyes tightly, and he clenched his mouth closed, preventing himself from screaming out from the agony. Not even when he had injured his shoulder, that he had felt such pain.
The others watched in horror and disbelief as their buchou went down on his knees. They felt frozen to the spot, not sure if they could do anything to help their friend. Ooishi Shuichirou's hand twitched, but that was all it did. 'Move…' Ooishi shut his eyes tightly. He didn't know what was going on, what was happening to Tezuka, but they were almost at Nationals! 'My cell phone… he needs help… but… why can't I move…!?' He felt the tears stat to well up in the corners of his eyes. 'Whenever he needs me, why am I so useless…?'
Momoshiro Takeshi stared with his wide, violet eyes at the scene before him. Remembering that the only other time that his buchou had gone down on his knees was at Kantou when he had faced off against the 'Monkey King', as Echizen called him. But even then, he wasn't able to do anything. And he knew that now, it was the same thing, except Tezuka looked like he was dying. 'Buchou…' He looked over towards Kaidoh Kaoru, the one he had been starting to get into a fight with, and the one that he constantly did fight with. The other looked back at him, and he swore he could see a hint of an apology within that look. They turned their gaze back to their senior, hoping that he would pull through like he did against Hyoutei's buchou.
Kawamura Takashi was having flashbacks, since he was also petrified at the scene that was beginning to unfold. He was half watching, half remembering all the times that everyone had had together where Tezuka was present. Even though their buchou hadn't really talked much any of those times and his expression never changed, the young sushi chef in training could feel Tezuka's mood. He didn't know if the others felt it, too, but he did. He knew that the other cared and was thankful for his team more than he actually let on. The power player hoped that the last time they had spent their time together wouldn't actually be their last time with Tezuka… ever.
Kikumaru Eiji's body had starting shaking tremendously. He rubbed his eyes, hoping that maybe what he was seeing was just an illusion! It had to be! Tezuka-buchou… he couldn't be… The acrobatic player kept rubbing his eyes, looked for a brief moment what was happening, and then went back to rubbing his eyes, hoping that everything that he was seeing was just a dream. There was just no way that Tezuka buchou would… would…! "O-Ooishi…" he called weakly, tears starting to stream down his cheeks. His knees grew weak, and they buckled, and he too fell onto his knees. "M-make it stop… Ooishi…"
Echizen Ryoma had left his hat that had fallen to the floor. His golden eyes had started to blank out as the scene unfolded before him. The one that he had respected the most was in pain. And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't know what the heck was happening. Ever since he had first caught sight of Tezuka, there was something within him that stirred. Like every other tennis player he came across, he possessed that feeling of wanting to show them what he was made of, and that they shouldn't take him lightly. But when Tezuka looked at him… there was something else. He had the feeling that the buchou knew that he was a person that wasn't to be underestimated, and with that look, his senior had his respect right from the get-go.
Tezuka had guided him that even if he lost a match, he should never give up and use that anger and disappointment within him to make him stronger. He had been there to guide him when his good-for-nothing father had seemed to stop helping him grow stronger. Tezuka had helped him. Now was the time that he paid the other back, and he was not just going to become Seigaku's pillar of support. He was going to become Tezuka's pillar of support, whether the other wanted it or not. Roughly snapping out of his thoughts, he was the first one able to break away from the scene, and as he looked around, noticed the water bottle that was the thing that had made the first noise and caught everyone's attention. Slowly walking over to it, he picked it up, and as he did so, he noticed that dripping from the open tip was the purple and black thick substance that he identified as Inui's new abomination. His grip on the water bottle tightened and his eyes narrowed as they were directed towards the data player. What made the freshman's blood boil was that even though their buchou was in so much pain, the one that was most likely the reason that Tezuka was hurt so badly was scribbling in that damn green notebook of his.
The tensai of the team had his icy blue eyes open once more, though his was one of anger more than surprise. He had put two and two together quickly, and he already knew what was going on. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, trembling slightly from the rage. His nails dug into his palms painfully, but it was nothing compared to what Tezuka was going through at that exact moment. Whipping himself around, he directed his glare to the one that was the cause of it all. 'Inui.'
He walked briskly towards said male, that was only half paying attention to what was happening. The other half was probably trying to figure out how his precious experiment had gone wrong. But that wasn't the point. And that made Fuji even more furious than it was. And when Fuji is furious, people get hurt. The tensai had thoughts of his own. He too remembered the first time he had seen Tezuka. He remembered when he asked for that match against Tezuka. He remembered when he had beaten Tezuka 6-0 because the boy's arm was injured. He had wanted to punch the other then and there. And as time passed by, they were finally able to have that match the Fuji both wanted yet feared. As things turned out, Tezuka was the better player, and Fuji had changed after that match.
He wasn't scared of change, any other kind of change, but a change within himself was much different. But he accepted it, and as time continued further, he was glad for that change. That was his first experience in a match that he actually wanted to win. And now… and now, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to have a rematch against his one true rival. He wasn't sure if he'd find that thrill again and that adrenaline rush and that drive to win. And it was all because of… him. Fuji stopped in front of their manager. The scribbling of the boy stopped, noticing that someone was now blocking his view, and he looked up to meet the angry eyes of the tensai. Said tensai quickly swiped the notebook from the other's grasp and threw it to the side, never losing eye contact with the data player even through the thick lenses of his glasses. "What did you do?" he demanded, tone leaking with venom.
Inui had stopped himself from grinning as Tezuka had wandered away from the group in order to take a drink from his water bottle… or at least, what Tezuka thought to be his water bottle. The buchou had acted exactly according to what he had predicted. He had practically almost leapt for joy after the other bespectacled team member had taken the first sip, but that joy had turned into confusion, and then into absolute shock and worry after he realized Tezuka's negative reactions to the juice.
All the other times that his human subjects had tasted his juice, sure, they would have a pained expression on their faces, but it was only because of the taste. Other times, they would pass out, but then they would be completely fine afterwards. This reaction from Tezuka was different than all the rest, and as the others were distracted with what was happening, he had quickly whipped out his notebook and started flipping through the pages. He never had a reaction like that with his animal subjects as well, but what he noted was that Tezuka's reaction was completely different than the reaction that the mouse he experimented on had. He looked through the formula, his eyebrows knitting in concentration as he tried to figure out if he did anything wrong when maybe recreating his drink. He found nothing. He looked through his observations… 'No… he shouldn't be having a reaction like this. There was a 37% chance that he would react to the taste, but this reaction… this is illogical!' …and he found them to be very short and vague. Inui Sadaharu then realized that he hadn't looked at the long term effects of his creation, and now that he realized this, it was costing him, or more so, costing Tezuka.
'Dammit! This is bad…' Flipping to a fresh page in his notebook, he took out a pen and started jotting away all the reactions that Tezuka was making, observing everything thoroughly. Perhaps if he looked at what those reactions were, he would be able to determine the source of his error, and therefore, be able to create something that could cure Tezuka of the pain he was feeling. It was when other motion caught his eye that he looked up from his book and found himself looking down at a pair a glowing blue eyes that made him feel small, even though the one in front of him was at least a head shorter than him or so. Hearing the question that was more of a demand, along with the tone in the other's voice, he stepped back lightly as his notebook was taken away from him. He began to speak, his mind a rush of jumbled words, clearly affecting his speech as well.
"I-he-I mean-" By that time, everyone had turned their direction towards him, and he gulped and took a few more steps back. They were all glaring, even the ones that had started to cry. After taking a few steps back, he held up his hands in defense and stuttered out a small, "I-I can explain…!" even though, he knew that he really couldn't. Looking over Fuji's shoulder and at Tezuka, he noticed something different. A change. But… but it couldn't be…! Tezuka skin had started to give off steam. Inui's eyes widened behind his glasses, and everyone seemed to notice, for they all turned back to look at Tezuka once more. Inui could have taken his chance to escape right then and there, but concern for his buchou had prevented him from doing so.
Even though he was the cause of all this trouble, and he didn't deny it, he would be responsible for the damages. Tezuka probably wouldn't have continued to let Inui make these juices to give out as punishment if the brunette didn't trust him. And the data player had just went back on that trust. And now, a feeling of guilt was washing over him. Tezuka didn't trust many people. With a newfound determination, he ran toward the pained figure, but the amount steam that had from emitted from the boy's skin had increased tenfold, completely engulfing boy's body. He could no longer be seen.
"Tezuka!!" As a strong wind blew their way, everyone started coughing, and after the smoke had cleared, they looked towards where the boy was… or once was. All that was left as evidence that someone was even at that spot in the first place were the lump of clothes that the buchou had been once wearing. A feeling of loss struck the group. Simultaneously, everyone bowed their heads down. They didn't know what happened, but whatever it was, they had lost their most respected member…
"A-ano…" They turned to the direction of the stutter and caught site of the freshman girl with long hair neatly tied into two braids. She was holding a cell phone in one hand, and she looked down nervously. "O-Obaa-chan is on the phone w-wondering how p-practice is going…" she stuttered looking up and catching site of a pile of clothes behind everybody, and a young boy sitting among it. "Eh…? Who's that…?" she wondered aloud. The group once again looked towards where Ryuuzaki Sakuno was staring, and there was a collective gasp. There really was someone there. Pale, creamy skin. Honey colored messy hair with a part on the right side. Big, innocent chocolate colored eyes. And in front of those eyes… Tezuka's glasses.
The young boy looked at all of them slowly. "A-ano…" he stuttered similarly like the girl that had just arrived. He looked no older than an elementary school student. "Who… are you?" He looked down, only the bottom half of his body was covered with clothes that he believed weren't his own. His face turned a bright shade of pink. "Wh-where are my clothes…?"
"Sakuno? Are you there? Oi!! Is everything alright over there!? [A sneeze.]"
Author: And that was how all this drama started. XD Pretty dramatic considering that the only thing that I wanted accomplished in this chapter was Tezuka turning small. XD Oh well! Please read and review! I know there are a hell of a lot of useless information in there, but I thought it would be great to make things long and dramatic… and a lot of describing words… I know that some parts don't make sense, and there are probably so many spelling errors and stuff! But everyone makes those kinds of mistakes, so try not to pay them much attention! Hope you all enjoy! Be ready for the next chapter!… whenever that will be! XD