A/N: Hello there, I'm ParfaitLover! This is my very first and brand new fanfiction. So be warned, it may suck, but I like it and it writes itself so that's okay. Be warned that this won't be a happy go lucky, all the time story, but it may start out like that. This will also be a long story, maybe, 45 or so chapters, so sorry short-story fans. I also tend to be….how to put it…..very odd with the way I write. The characters may be a bit OOC (or A LOT OOC). Please, don't bother me with updates. I'll update when I please, 'kay? The story has been rated M for a very good reason, so please don't read this if it doesn't suit you. I will take constructive criticism, but don't go flaming me. I tend to be very rude with rude people. (Ha, who could have guessed?) There are also multiple pairings in this story. So don't be surprised with couples that aren't the main characters. Also, I'm adding 2 OC's in here that have nothing to do with the actual show, but are wanted for the story. Why? Because I can, so deal with it. Alrighty, let's get this story goin'!
Warnings: OOCness, AU, Shonen-Ai (Yaoi), Violence, Language, probably more that I can't think of.
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or it's characters. ... (I hate disclaimers.)
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Chapter 1: Un Nuevo Comienzo
Today is going to be a terrible day. Why, you may ask? Because it's my birthday. I never really looked forward to my birthday, due to my crazy father. I mean, sure, at least it's one of the few days of the year that he doesn't try to surprise attack me, but tomorrow is going to be hell. HELL!
"Good mo~rning, Ichigo~!" Speak of the devil…
I grunt in response and turn away from him, pretending to be asleep. I really didn't want to deal with him right now, I'm too fuckin' tired.
"My darling son, the apple of my eye, the light in the dark!" He spun around, swinging his arms out wide, "Today is the day that marks the twentieth year of you gracing this planet with your presence!"
I rolled over to see him sparkling, yes, sparkling.
"Dad, go away," I grumbled, waving him dismissively away.
"But it's the time you were born! Your darling sister even made you a birthday breakfast," Isshin pleaded.
Well damn, Yuzu made the best breakfasts. Since it was my birthday, she probably made omelets and pancakes. Oh god, I think my mouth is watering from even thinking about it.
Yum… Uhg, I just had to be born at eight in the fuckin' morning.
"Fine, fine. I'll be down in a minute," I mumbled.
My dad squealed happily then ran out the room going on about how happy he was and whatever. It was nonsense and I just didn't care. There are only two good things about today. One, I get to eat an amazing breakfast that I will savor for forever, and two, I get to spend the rest of it with my boyfriend.
Yeah, that's right, I said boyfriend.
If you have a problem with it than deal with it. We've been together for about a year in a half now. He's the best thing to happen to me in the past three years. Granted, we used to get into fights a lot, and we still fight about stupid things now, but its well worth it.
Getting out of bed, I stumbled over to my dresser and pull open one of the drawers to take out a pair of fade-out black skinny jeans and a navy blue T-shirt with the logo Just Do It printed on it. I undress then re-dress into my outfit and add a black belt and a few chains to top off the look. Once I'm pleased with my own appearance, I head down stairs, only to be kicked down the stairs from someone behind me and land face first into the floor.
"The fuck? What the hell was-" I groaned as I rolled over to see who kicked me.
"Hey Ichi-nii," Karin said next to me.
"Karin? Why did you just kick me down the stairs? I could have broken my neck and died, or something!" I yelled loudly.
Karin only shrugged her shoulders, "Early birthday present? Oh yeah, Happy birthday Ichi-nii."
Dumbfounded, I watched her walk away. After getting over the fact that my sister just shrugged off my almost death, I got up and walked over to the kitchen. The first thing I saw was Yuzu placing strawberries on a strawberry cheesecake. Chocolate Chip pancakes were finished and placed on the table already. The omelet was already made as well, sitting right next to the pancakes. Upon closer inspection, I saw Happy Birthday Ichigo written on it with chocolate icing. The whole thing looked delicious.
"Hey Yuzu," I smiled softly at the small light brown haired girl.
"Onii-san!" Yuzu put down the strawberry she was holding and came running towards me, wrapping her tiny arms around me and squeezing tightly, "Happy Birthday!"
"Thanks Yuzu," I patted her head and smiled.
No matter what, I just couldn't help but smile every time I saw her. Yuzu just seems so happy all the time, so bright, it makes me believe that sometimes the world isn't such a bad place. Even though she has to take care of the house and has to be so responsible, she always seems to be radiated happiness.
Yuzu gave me one last squeeze before letting go and going back to making my cake. I started putting the plates and silverware on the table when I hear Karin yell.
"No! Don't you get the hint? NO!" Karin yelled at the top of her lungs.
What the hell?
"Come on! Do it for daddy," Isshin whined.
"Goat face, stop it," I threw a spoon at his face.
"But I want her to look nice, just for today," Rivers of tears flowed down his face.
Oh, now I get it. Dad was trying to get Karin to wear a dress.
I covered my mouth to try and stop the giggles that were trying to escape my mouth, however, the effort was futile. I busted out laughing before they could do, or say anything else. Karin took the opportunity to throw a shoe at my face, leaving behind a red imprint.
"I'm not wearing a dress, so just forget about it!" Karin yelled, her face red from embarrassment and a deep scowl set her features.
"But sweetie-"
"No! Drop it!"
"Oh Misaki~ Our children treat me so badly~" Isshin wailed at the huge poster of our mother that was hung on the wall.
Why my father has that thing, I will never know.
I finally stopped laughing and finished getting the table ready for breakfast.
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Today was the day.
It was the day that I finally moved out of that shit-hole and moved into my own place. It's about fuckin' time! I mean, who would want to leave that stupid house that was ruled by a sadistic creep and his lap dogs? Not me. Good fuckin' lord, I couldn't stand that house! It was all just so, so unbearable! Even though, my place and worth to him was greater than most that house, but it was still like living in a prison. I had to obey a strict set of orders to follow and I had to attend these stupid meetings, in which we were only served tea. Tea. Why the man didn't serve us coffee was beyond me. Stupid bastard.
Sneaking out of that house wasn't even hard either. More like child's play. The only semi-challenging part was knocking out the lower bodyguards, quietly. If you knew me, I couldn't be quiet to save my life, so knocking them out was hell. I would've rather killed them all, but the effort would've been fruitless.
As I walked down the street, I took in everything. I've never been outside that prison without an escort and a good reason. Seeing everything now, it's like everything is new. It all looks like freedom. Sweet, wonderful freedom. The people even looked better than before. Everyone seemed more, alive. It was fucking great.
You see, inside that house was pure torture. The man that owned the place was named Sousuke Aizen. He was the president of this very well known, high-end company called Las Noches. The company sold pretty much everything. However, the company was apart of a bigger company called Hueco Mundo. The whole system was run by Aizen. That sadistic bastard. He had control over everything. He even controlled what we wore. Stupid prick. At least I finally got out.
I ran a hair through my messy blue hair. No matter what I did to it, it always stayed messed up. Heh, I still looked hot anyways.
"His hair looks so cool!" A girl behind me said.
"I wonder if his hair is dyed. It's so blue, it's unnatural," Another girl stated.
Well damn. I haven't even been out for thirty minutes and my hair is already starting to get me into trouble. I haven't even done anything yet!
"Fuck..." I ran a hand over my face and sighed.
Might as well put my actual plan into action, considering that my blue hair is going to cause me many troubles as no one else, that I know of or have seen, has blue hair.
Back to the main topic though, did I forget to mention that leaving the house was strictly forbidden? If they knew that I left, I'd be done for. Why? Because that stupid crazy bastard set these damn rules into place just so that he could be the fucking control freak he is. He even decided that it'd be a good idea to put messed up consequences with certain rules. The punishment for leaving the was...fucking terrible. You got a week's worth of a beating in one day, every two days for twenty days. As if that wasn't enough, he wouldn't feed you for two weeks and only gave you water every other day during that twenty day period. His reasoning for this was that he wanted to make sure no one would ever defy him again. You think that would actually stop me from leaving that house? Like hell.
I walked past a clothing store and just stopped outside of it, looking inside. Well, I might as well buy a new outfit considering that wearing a mostly white hakama stands out in public. I walked in and bought a tight, navy blue long-sleeved shirt, faded black jeans, a black jacket with the cartoon character, Domo, on it, and black Nike shoes. After changing into my new outfit, I threw my old clothes into a trash can outside and burnt them. It's better if there was no evidence of where I went. Flipping my hood up, I continued to walk down the same path I've been going.
If someone found that uniform, I'd be screwed. I'd get thrown back into hell hole. I seriously don't want to go back, no thank you. However, there were perks to be ranked high. I got a few lower ranks to cover for me before I left, but that will only last for so long. After I get found out, I'd have to be extra careful. Granted I was going over thirty miles away, Aizen could easily find me. He had the best tracking devices, but as if that wasn't good enough, he had the best person capable of using them.
"Fuck, I'm going to be in some really deep shit..." I mumbled under my breathe.
"Like hell you are," A low, tenor voice said from beside me.
Oh. Dear. God.
"You idiot, why didn't you tell us you were leaving?" A flat, monotone voice said from my other side.
Fuck, him too?
"G-Grimmy, " sniffle, "Why'd you just leave us like that without saying anything?" A small, young girl said, clinging to my arm.
Damn it. If it was only the other two, I think I could have ignored them. However, fate has to be cruel to me. Nnoitra, Ulquiorra, and more importantly, Nel, all followed me. Hearing her voice stopped me dead in my tracks. I picked her up and fixed the skull pin that I gave her when she was born. The thing was a cartoon-ish skull with a crack down the middle of it. On someone else, it would've looked hideous, however on Nel, it looked fucking adorable.
"I'm sorry, pumpkin. I thought you wouldn't want to leave, since you were born there," I lied.
"Liar," Nnoitra and Ulquiorra both said in sync.
"You didn't tell us because you didn't want us to get hurt, so you just left on your own, hoping that we wouldn't notice. Do you have any idea how worried we were about you? How worried she was about you?" Ulquiorra gestured to Nel while glaring holes into my head.
"The little runt was taking a nap when she woke up and noticed that the big blue kitty wasn't there anymore," Nnoitra rolled his good eye then smirked while using his nickname for me.
The fucker just wants to be punched in the face, doesn't he? I loathed that name.
"Don't call me that stupid name you ugly pirate," I growled at him.
"Fuck you!" Nnoitra yelled.
"No thanks, I'm good. Maybe some other time," I smirked, debating on handing Nel to him. On second thought, I will.
"Nnoi, can you hold Nel for a second?" I held Nel out towards him.
"NO!" Nnoitra and Nel yelled in sync.
"Nel doesn't like the scary man! The scary man hurts Nel! Don't give Nel to him!" Nel whined and clung to me.
"Yeah, I didn't want to hold that little brat anyways. She's so fuckin' annoying..." Nnoitra muttered the last part underneath his breath.
I sighed and put Nel onto my shoulders, "Don't you dare say that about Nel again. Oh, and watch your language while your at it. She's too young to be tainted like that."
"Yes, Nnoi, please refrain from using such inane language. It makes you sound like a neanderthal. Same goes for you Grimm," Ulquiorra scolded us.
"Well, sorry. I'm very protective of Nel, you know that," I set her on my shoulders, "She's my world. If I lost her, I wouldn't have anyone still alive from my family."
"Nel loves you, too, Grimm-nii-chan," Nel smiled widely.
"Yes, yes, we know. However, idiot, why didn't you tell us you were leaving?" Ulquiorra questioned.
"You already figured out why, I don't feel like explaining myself," I ran a hand over my face then pinched the bridge of my nose. Fuckin' idiots didn't know when to give up.
"We want to hear it come from your mouth. Nel does as well," Ulquiorra shrugged his shoulders. Well, ain't that just peachy. Use the ultimate weapon against me.
"Yeah, Kitty, jus' admit ya didn't wan' us ta get hurt," Nnoitra smirked deviously.
"Fuck you!" I growled out. There's no fuckin' way in hell that they'll ever get me to say that out loud. I'm not a fuckin' weak chick!
"Grimmy, please don't swear. Nel doesn't like it very much, and Nel also wants to hear you say it," Nel said in her sweet, child-like voice.
…Fuck.
"I didn't wanty'alltogethurt," I mumbled.
"What was that, Kitty, I didn't quite hear ya," Nnoitra grinned.
"Fu- SHUT UP!" I snarled at him. Nnoitra was fuckin' pushing his luck!
"Grimm, just tell us before you rip Nnoi's tongue out and shove it down his throat," Ulquiorra stated.
"I didn't want y'all to get hurt, alright? You all are pretty much my family! You're all I have left! Why the hell would I just let you guys get hurt? You guys are so stupid if you thought I'd let that happen!" I yelled. Oh look, there went my pride and dignity right out the door. Cheeky bastards even winked at me. I wonder when they'll come back...probably never.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Nnoitra grinned wider.
"Grimm, we care about you, you know that. You leaving us...well, it hurt. Now we're here whether you want us here or not," Ulquiorra stared straight into my eyes. Damn...
I nodded, then sighed. I think that's something I'll be okay with. They are the only people I know that are able to keep me sane. Other than one other person, but I haven't seen him in, how long has it been, four years. There is something that does bother me though. Ulquiorra was one of Aizen's favorite's, so why did he leave?
"'Ey, Ulquiorra, why did you leave the house, other than the reason that your my best friend? I mean, you were one of the top four, plus you were one of his favorites." I questioned.
Ulquiorra just gave me a blank look, "I hated being pushed around like the way I was. Plus, the man had no fashion sense what-so-ever. Pissed me off. If you're going to run a high-end business, at least do it in style."
…Eh?
"Ulqui, why you do care about clothes?" I asked.
A slight tinge of pink stained his cheeks and he adverted his gaze, "I've always wanted to design clothes."
"Fag," Nnoitra said quietly while laughing to himself.
"At least I have a realistic dream," Ulquiorra shot him with one of his death glares.
"'Ey, wanting to be the best actor isn't unrealistic. It's just extremely hard," Nnoitra stuck out his tongue.
"Oh, sticking out your tongue hurt me so badly on the inside that it's killing me... Juvenile idiot," Ulquiorra rolled his eyes.
Ya know, I never noticed it before, but I think Ulquiorra could actually make his dream come true. He does have a really good taste in fashion. Like with the outfit he's wearing right now, it looks really good on him. He's wearing a black, plain button-up dress shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. Even though this look should have looked formal, he managed to make it look casual. He undid the top three buttons of his shirt, wore two black wristbands on each of his wrists, had a black belt that supported two chains, and had a single silver ring on his index finger. All the black complimented his skin tone, considering he was very pale. Even his eyes stood out a lot more than usual, probably because black mixes very well with green. The green marking that were under his eyes also stood out, but I never understood why he had gotten them tattooed to his face. Aizen probably made him. After all, I have teal markings under my own eyes. All in all though, he looked pretty hot. I might have actually hit on him, only if I was into the "I'm an apathetic emo kid" type. Too bad I'm not.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering, yes, I'm gay. However, if you make fun of me, I'll personally rip your throat out and shove it up your ass. So just be nice, okay?
"Grimmy, Grimm-kitty, 'Ey!" Nnoitra waved a hand infront of my face, but I was too into my trance to even notice.
"Kitty-boy! Jaegerjaqez! Good fuckin' lord..." Nnoitra sighed, "Big blue kitty with fuckin' maternal instincts, are you still alive?"
I snapped back into reality as soon as that stupid, idiotic name was used. The bastard actually thought I wasn't going to knock him the fuck out. Well, let's just change that, ne?
I turned to Nnoitra, a tick mark appearing on my forehead, then punched him straight in the gut as hard as I could. Nel held on tightly to my head to keep herself from falling off my shoulders.
"Ow! Fuck! What the hell was t'at for?" Nnoitra held his gut and coughed hard.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that you fuckin' moron!" I growled at him.
"Would you two stop bickering and just shut up? You are giving me a headache and I'm pretty sure Nel doesn't want to hear all of this," Ulquiorra took Nel off of my shoulders and held her in his arms.
"Fine," Both Nnoitra and I huffed out.
"Now, onto more important subjects, Grimm. I have a question for you," Ulquiorra looked blankly at me.
"Ask away," I waved my hand in the air as if allowing him to ask. What? I like using my hands to speak.
"Where are we going?" He cocked his head to the side.
Awe, now didn't that just look so cute, "Karakura Town," I smirked.
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Oh happy day! It's his birthday! Happy happy day!
Why am I so happy for this particular birthday? Well that should be pretty damn obvious! It's my boyfriend's birthday and we're finally going to have birthday sex! F-i-n-a-l-l-y! We've been dating for almost a year and a half, so this is huge! I'm so excited! Matter of fact, I'm more excited than a shark feasting upon a fat seal. And that's pretty fuckin' happy. I could almost jump for joy, but I won't since I'm outside where people can see me.
Come on take your clothes off you really need to
Baby do a sweet dance I wanna see ya
Show me all your tattoos and drink my tequila
I smirked at the ringtone and flipped my phone open, "Well hey there hot stuff. I was waitin' for yer call. How is my little birt'day boy?"
"Really? Really?" A soft, baritone voice said from the other side of the phone. I could practically hear the eye roll he just probably did.
"Of course, aibou! It's yer birt'day!" I exclaimed.
"You are very strange, Shiro," Ichigo chuckled.
"Yeah, but ya still love me anyways, aibou," I lowered my voice at the last word and smirked.
"Shiro," I moaned, "No! Don't you dare start that now, Shiro!"
"But, why aibou? Your voice is such a turn on, I just couldn't help myself," I licked my lips .
"Sh-shiro! S-stop!" Ichigo stuttered. I could taste the blush that was probably staining his cheeks right now. God damn.
"Why? Is my little aibou turned on as well?" I husked out.
"Sh-shiro..."Ichigo was silent for a moment before speaking again, "Just hurry your slow ass up! Everyone has left already!"
"Ooo~ Ichigo~," I drew out his name, "You make me all hot when ya boss me 'round like that."
"Dammit! I'm getting you back for this!" Ichigo hung up before I could do anymore harm. By now, though, he's probably already hard. Yay for me~ It's so easy getting him all hot and bothered.
When I finally arrived to his house, the front door was locked. Well fuck, he did say that he was going to get me back for this. No problem. I'll just climb through his window. Well, that may be hard, considering his window is two levels above the ground. Hmmm, what to do, what to do...
I walked over around the house and found three trashcans. Thank god they were already right under his window. Now All I have to do is move them on top of one another and I could climb through his window. Now for the hard part.
Since one of the trashcan's were already under his window, I grabbed another one, which was completely filled with trash, and set it on top of the other trashcan. The one underneath it sounded a bit hollow, but I didn't think too much of it. I grabbed the other trashcan and set it next to the other two. There, now they looked like stairs to his window. Ain't that just great? Hell yeah it is. After checking to make sure the first trashcan was stable enough to jump on, I jumped on it and it didn't even move a bit. So far, so great. I jumped on the next one, only to have everything crash to the ground. I fell flat on my back and groaned.
"Fuck, that hurt! I should've checked that stupid trashcan to make sure it was stable. Stupid, retarded, fuckin' trashcan," I groaned and rubbed my back.
"Ya know, cursing at inanimate objects is a sign of insanity. May I say that I've never seen you do this before, but I should've guessed, since you are insane," Ichigo said from his window, smirking like the Cheshire cat.
"Asshole! Just go open the fuckin' door before I gut you like a fish!" I yelled. He didn't even ask if I was okay!
"Nah, I don't really want to. Too bad for you," Ichigo stuck out his tongue playfully.
"Dammit Ichigo! Stop being a fuckin' prick and go open the damned door!" I yelled louder. Sorry for my language at the moment, my anger is slowly taking over my body and soon, I think I might just blow up a fucking building.
"Oh yeah? And why should I do that, Hichigo," Ichigo grinned. The prick...
"Fuck, Ichigo..." I sighed and ran a hand through my snow white hair, "Just-"
Holy. Fuck. What the hell does he think he's doing? Sucking on his fingers like that, eying me, messing with me... Fuck he just added a third finger. If I wasn't getting hard from this, then I'd be straight. Then he did the one thing that sent me over the top. He moaned, moaned.
"Please, Ichigo..." I practically whispered.
Ichigo stopped what he was doing, slowly pulling his fingers out of his mouth and smirking, "Please what, Hichigo?"
Oh god, the way he says my name, "Please, open the door. I want to play with my strawberry...I want to taste you..." Oh just wait. I'll get my revenge.
Ichigo nodded, slid away from the window, then disappeared. I ran over to the front door, and waited for about two seconds, then I heard a soft click. The second I heard the door unlock, I opened it up to see Ichigo standing there. Looking so edible... I gently pushed him to the side, closed the door, then grabbed the front of his shirt and slamming him against the door. I crushed our lips together in a bruising kiss. When I ran my tongue across his soft, delicate lips, he moaned. I slid my tongue inside his mouth, our tongues engaging in a fierce war to see who would win. Of course I won, then tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss. Ichigo brought his arms around my neck, burying one of his hands in my hair and grabbing the back of my shirt with the other. I broke the kiss for a second to lift him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist, grinding our hips together. We both moaned then kissed again. I walked us to the couch, laying him down on it then sliding between his legs and leaning down to kiss his neck. He gasped and buried his hand back into my hair. God, I hated it when people played with my hair, but not Ichigo. I loved it.
"Ichigo," I purred out his name and ground my hips into his. Ichigo moaned and rocked his hips forward.
I moved my hands to the bottom of his shirt slowly lifting it up. Finally. I get to have my way with him. After waiting so long, he's finally letting me do whatever I want to him. Finally...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Fucking. Kidding. Me.
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No! Dammit! Who the fuck in their right mind would interrupt us? And it was finally getting good and and and...God Dammit!
Shiro pulled away and looked me in the eyes with an almost sad expression, "Can't it wait, aibou?"
I sighed and gently pressed my forehead against his then shook my head, "No, I'm sorry, it can't. What if it's dad coming back to get something he forgot? Or someone that's trying to make sure I'm okay?"
"The other people can wait, and can't your dad just go to the store and buy something there?" Shiro kept our gaze steady while slightly making it more heated. God...those eyes. They scream let me fuck you.
"Shiro, I'll be right back. I'll just tell the person that I'm busy and then we can continue, okay?" I tried to reason with him, hoping he'd just let me answer the door.
"Hmmm..." Shiro slid his hands to my ass then squeezed tightly. I bit my lip trying to suppress a moan, but failing, "Ya see, when ya do that, it makes me want to keep ya right here, and screw you straight into this couch, aibou," Shiro whispered seductively into my ear.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Sh-shiro...Let me open the door quickly, then I'll let you do whatever you want to me. You can do anything," I kissed his cheek.
Shiro looked like he was really contemplating something, then sighed and kissed me, "Fine, but hurry up."
I nodded, slid out from under him, then hurried to the door and breathed deeply to slow down my heart-rate, "Hello?"
"Hey, um, it's an old friend. We haven't seen each other in years and I stopped by to check on ya. Can ya open the door please?" A deep, baritone voice said from the other side of the door.
I know I've heard that voice before, but I couldn't exactly remember who it belonged to. Even at that, though, their voice went straight to my dick. So, without really thinking about it, I opened the door to see who this mystery person was. As soon as I opened the door, I locked eyes with a very familiar man. Deep blue eyes met mine, and it was like a tidal wave hit me.
"Grimmjow..." I muttered out softly and stared wide-eyed at him. A slight pink dust covered my cheeks.
"Hey there, Ichigo," Grimmjow smiled.
Oh. Fuck.
Grimmjow was back in town.
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A/N: MWUAHAHAHA! I've finally finished! My first chapter of my first fanfiction! -feels utterly accomplished- I do have to thank my good friend Poptart-Freak because without her, this wouldn't be completed right now. Quite literally. It took me forever to write this. Why? Because I hand write this in class then re-type. Awesome ain't it? It's like, I have to edit it, but then I have to have someone else read it to make sure I checked all my mistakes. I love it. Anyways~ Yay for drama in the first chapter AND a cliff-hanger! I'm so nice, aren't I?
Anyways, please review! I'm open to constructive critisism, but please, don't flame me. I'll wipe out a bazooka and blow your head off. Just ask Poptart. I'll do it. No joke. But if yer nice and review, I'll hurry and -try- to upload the next chapter soon. ^_^
Don'cha just love my amazing page breaks? o3o
And because She's a loser, Poptart-Freak came up with my summary because I'm not smart enough to think of one at the moment. AND she came up with the title because my original one sucked major ass... I'm brain dead. x3x
Thank you for reading~~ :3