A/N

Right…now, firstly, I'd just like to say that I am a completely sane person (or at least, that I think I'm a completely sane person). I know that there are a lot – and I mean a LOT – of Tofu fans out there…along with Tofu fics. I have nothing against that pairing just as I have nothing against Raiha-Fuuko (Raiha's cool!)

I've been struck by the idea for a Fuuko-Kurei fic, ever since I noticed that there was very little on that pairing. Yes, their personalities are completely different, but if that's the case, how did Recca and Yanagi end up together? Recca's so…loud, stubborn, and, well, wild…whereas Yanagi's sweet, and calm most of the time. This fic I'm writing will not, however, be a pairing fic. Yes, there will be a lot of Fuuko and a lot of Kurei in it…but it won't necessarily be a pairing thing (unless I change my mind halfway through the story…or unless you would like it to directly be a pairing).

Now that I've explained that…I won't necessarily by sticking to the anime only…or the manga only (i.e. I'll be trying to use the events that take place in both of them).

Heh, well, that's about it…I hope this will be good! Oh, and before I forget:

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Nobuyuki Anzai – I own nothing…except for Kurei, who willingly agreed that he's mine. (If only he would say that!)

Chapter One: Surprises in the Forest

"Recca…" growled the short-haired female as she walked into the darkening forest, "Is the biggest…" She clenched her hands into fists, "Idiot…" she stopped walking suddenly and stared ahead of her, "IN THE FREAKING WORLD!" A minute later, she had a small smile on her face, feeling much better already after screaming into the crispy evening air around her.

She growled as she remembered how he had started arguing with her, telling her that she was prone to getting injured, seeing as how she almost always rushed into things without thinking about the consequences of her actions, and how, since she was female, she tended to let her emotions get the better of her. The smile disappeared from her face, and was replaced by a scowl.

And why had he started ranting at her? Simply because she had told him to stop sneaking the occasional 'murderous glance' at Mikagami, telling him that since he obviously did not consider the ice-block as a close-friend – or as a friend even – that being nice to him was the least he could do to say 'thank-you' for actually taking part in the Urabutousatsujin to help protect Yanagi. It wasn't her fault that what she had said was true – and that Recca could sometimes be the biggest blockhead in the universe.

"I swear…if Kagero-san hadn't been there…you'd be sliced into a million pieces!" she said aloud, glaring at nothing in particular. A particular icy gust of wind blew around her, causing her to wrap her arms around her in a measly attempt to keep herself warm. She should have realized that walking around the forest at this time in the evening dressed in a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved t-shirt was not a good idea. But no…she had just barged out of the apartment and run outside after hearing what Recca had to say about her.

Her eyes widened. 'All you ever do is rush into things, doing whatever you want, without bothering to think about the consequences! You don't even pause to think about yourself, Fuuko!' Recca's words ricocheted around her head once more. He – was he right…? Did she really rush into things like that?

"Aargh! Fuuko-chan no baka! Stop it…that fool's wrong…he doesn't know anything…stop thinking about this…" she muttered, shaking her head hurriedly. "What is wrong with – " She stopped suddenly when she heard, or thought she heard, the sound of voices coming from somewhere nearby. She looked around her warily, trying to figure out where the voices were coming from. She was not in the mood for a surprise attack, if that was what the 'voices' signified. She would have continued on with her walk if she had not heard the sound of punches being thrown – and hitting something solid.

Eh…that's weird…who would be throwing punches around at this time? Her eyebrows shot up when she heard laughter. Laughter at this time? Curiosity kicking in as it almost always did with her, she changed her course, deviating from the known path that she sometimes used to walk down whenever she entered the forest and heading in the direction she thought the laughter was coming from.

"Chichiue…" gasped Kurei, trying to look up at his father's figure even though he was being held down by five black-clothed men. "C – Chichiue-" he grunted when one of the men pushed his face into the ground. He could feel the pebbles and the grains of sand on his face and squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to show his pain.

"Mori-sama, I think we should leave now…the…the Uruha might be looking for him now…" said one of the men dressed in a black-suit, gripping his gun tightly in his hands as he looked nervously around the small clearing they were in, thinking he had heard a scream from somewhere. "We aren't that far from the Urabutousatsujin-dome…and it won't take long for someone to find us here in the forest…" The guards holding down the leader of the Uruha were punching him seemingly effortlessly.

"Hmph…" Dark-haired Mori Koran shifted his gaze from the guard who had spoken, to the young-man currently being held down by a number of his bodyguards. "Well, Kurei…I hope this will be the last time that I do this…" He grinned evilly as one of the guards raised his son's head from the ground, enabling him to see the blood trickling down from the side of his mouth, and the bruises on his forehead and his cheek. "Your Uruha had better succeed in getting me that girl of healing. If they fail to do so…" He paused. "You should know what will happen…"

"…Chichiue…" Kurei's face paled as he listened to his father, "The tournament is not over yet – we will have a few more opportunities to get Sakoshita Yanagi-san for you, so – "

" – And the next time you disrespect me in front of my guests, Kurei…your punishment will be even more severe…" Koran reached into his jacket-pocket and took out a small console with a sole red button on it, enjoying himself as he watched his son's eyes widen in horror, "You know what this console does, don't you Kurei? If I were to 'accidentally' press this…" He smirked at his son, "…someone dear to you will leave this life and this world instantaneously…" He waited, ignoring the chief of his bodyguards as he tried to tell him that they should leave soon.

Kurei hung his head, knowing that he had no choice. "…I will not do that again, Chichiue," he said, his voice hoarse, "I assure you, it will not happen again." Koran nodded. That was what he had wanted to hear from him; not only did that tell him that he would be obeyed, but it also told him that the boy's love for his mother was still as strong as it was – which meant that he would not dare to go against him in anyway, fearing for her life.

"Very well," he said, moving forward casually and kicking the back of his son's head as the guards pushed his face back down again, "I suppose it is time to go then…" He nodded at his guards, "Let's get out of here."

"Hai Mori-sama!" The group of guards who had been standing in a sort of circle around Mori Koran while he punished his son moved forward, covering the old man in case they were attacked. The men who had been holding Kurei down, however, stayed for a few additional minutes, kicking the prone figure of the young-man and leaving when he did not make any indication that their actions were hurting him…and when they grew afraid, realizing that since Mori Koran wasn't there, there was no telling what the man would do to them with his flame if they continued to attack him.

Fuuko ducked behind the foliage she had been hiding under as she saw the men move forward with Mori Koran. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she crouched down, hugging her knees to her. Uncharacteristically crossing her fingers, she prayed that the men would just quickly walk away. From what she had seen them do to someone as strong as him…she didn't really want to be caught spying on them.

"Wait." She tensed.

"What is it?"

"What's wrong? Is there someone here?"

"Don't worry Mori-sama we'll make sure that you get out of here safely."

"Oy, Kurogawa, why did you stop?" Fuuko was biting hard on her lip, forcing herself to remain quiet. A bead of sweat trickled down her face. Go…please, just hurry up and go…

"Hnn…nothing, I just thought I heard something moving around in those bushes over there. Must've been some sort of animal."

"Then let's stop wasting time and get out of here before Raiha or anyone else comes out here!"

"Hai Mori-sama!" Fuuko listened intently, not budging an inch, as the sound of the men's footsteps grew fainter and fainter…until she couldn't hear them anymore. Even though her mind registered the fact that they had left, her body refused to move. She stayed where she was, crouched down on the ground for a minute or two, before taking a deep breath and standing up. She was about to move forward, when she saw a few more men walk towards her. Her face paling rapidly, she dropped back down. A few minutes later, assured that the last of the men had left, she stood up once more, breathing heavily.

The thoughts and questions racing around her head made her stagger backward a little bit, as her mind tried to register what exactly she had just seen…and how it was possible that such a thing had taken place in the first place. She frowned as she stared in the direction the men had gone off into. She had just seen Mori Koran a man who did not posses any madougu whatsoever…successfully beat up the man who was…hers and her friends' sworn enemy. A weak man had just beaten up the leader of the freaking Uruha. How was that even possible!

And…she frowned as she thought about the funny looking console that Mori had held up, threatening his son with it. What was that console? And what had Mori Koran meant when he implied that he could use that console to take away someone important to his son? She turned around to stare at the small clearing and her eyes widened when she saw the figure lying on the ground. He wasn't moving. She continued to stare at his still figure, questions still whirling around in her head.

Don't even think about going there…don't do something as crazy as that. Just turn around, turn your back to that little clearing and head back to Recca and the others. She listened carefully to the voice in her head, a part of her agreeing with it. Yes, the safest thing for her was to turn around and pretend as though she hadn't seen anything.

What! You're going to turn your back on an injured man? An injured man who isn't even moving from the looks of things? She frowned. The second voice in her head was right…how could she leave an injured man like that?

This is Kurei we're talking about, idiot! Not just any injured man – it's Kurei, the man who has vowed to kill you all! That made complete sense to the confused Fuujin-Wielder, so she turned around and had not even taken two steps forward, when her second voice stopped her.

You spared Fujimaru's life when you quite clearly disliked him…so why should you do differently here? Or…are you…afraid…? If there was one word (amongst others) that Fuuko hated being described with, it was 'afraid.' Whatever else she might be (i.e. inquisitive, stubborn, annoying, and even unladylike) she was not afraid of anything. Turning back around, she entered the clearing and walked quietly up to him.

He knew that they were gone; he realized it the moment the punches and kicks stopped. And yet, that didn't do much to help him. He lay where he was face down on the ground, without moving. He smirked inwardly; he had been through many 'beatings' and 'punishments' in his life – four hundred years ago he had been thrown stones at whenever the other village children saw him, and then, in the current time frame he was in, he had been beaten and punished by his father countless times – and here he was, lying still due to the fact that his whole body screamed in pain. The smirk disappeared and was replaced with a frown. If he wasn't even able to handle a pathetic man's punishments…then how could he expect to handle the vast number of punishments his half-brother was probably ready to dish out to him when they next met? How pathetic…

Trying to turn around so that he would be lying on his back, he was unable to stop the hiss of pain from escaping through his bleeding lips. The pain searing through his sides and his back was immense. His face expressionless, he managed to raise his head enough to look around him, spotting his mask lying broken a few feet away from him, before his sore neck complained and his face fell back onto the ground. This was just great; he, the leader of the Uruha…couldn't even muster up enough energy to turn on his back.

He raised his head once more, trying to make more sense of where exactly he was, and stopped once more – this time due to the fact that his vision was rather blurred. He narrowed his eyes, refusing to let worry pierce through his usual emotionless façade. As far as he could remember – and feel – his eyes had not been touched once during the beating he had received. His face, yes, his back and his chest yes…but not his eyes. As he continued to stare around him, ignoring the pain in his neck, he thought he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. He tensed, wondering who it was. He couldn't figure out whose life-force it was, but he was sure it wasn't Raiha's…or even Joker's…

"…………" He stared ahead of him, his body tensed and screaming out in pain, trying to make out the figure that was standing in front of him. All he was able to see were a pair of sneakers, a pair of shapely legs, and shorts – he couldn't see more than that as his neck protested when he attempted to raise his head higher. He could tell, however, that it was a female. Perhaps it…was Neon…?

"Kurei…" He frowned at once, despite his injured state. Not only was that not Neon's voice, but Neon would never dare to speak to him in such a casual manner.

"Who…?" His head dropped to the ground as he was unable to keep the darkness from engulfing him. He was unconscious before he knew it.

Fuuko stared silently as she watched her 'enemy' raise his head, or attempt to raise his head in an attempt to identify her, before his head dropped and he stopped moving altogether. When she realized that he wasn't going to be able to attack her or do anything of the sort to her, she knelt down beside him. From what she could see, his clothes were torn at the back – probably from where he had been tackled and then been continually kicked on. Without hesitating, she turned him over carefully, so that he was lying on his back. She stifled a gasp when she saw his face.

Blood trickled down from his slightly opened mouth, and there were bruises on his forehead and his right cheek, although his scarred cheek was miraculously uninjured. She wondered what had happened to his mask, but soon found out when she saw it lying broken, a few feet away from them. Not really hearing him breathe, she leaned forward and pressed her ear onto his chest. It took a while for her to actually hear his heartbeat, but the time was worth it. He was alive.

She straightened as she continued to kneel down by the pale, unconscious man. Uh…now what do I do? She stared at the trees around her, as though expecting them to provide her with an answer. As was natural, they gave her none, except for the rustling of their leaves as another gust of wind blew around, causing her to shiver.

"Urgh…" she mumbled, staring at Kurei's pale face again, "What do I do?" She could always leave him where he was and pretend nothing – she shook her head hurriedly, no, it was too late to do that now. In that case…she could leave him and go back to civilization and get help, or maybe even get Yanagi to come with her. Yeah, as if! Yanagi-chan's REALLY nice and sweet, but do you REALLY think that she'll heal the man who happens to be the reason why her life is in danger these days? Not likely!

Shaking her head free of these suggestions as she realized that they weren't helping, she dug into the back pocket of her shorts and drew out a white handkerchief with her name embroidered in purple in one of the corners. Her mother had made them for her a few years back and had forced her to carry them around as a child…and she guessed that that habit had stuck with her. Using one corner of the handkerchief, she slowly reached out and wiped away the trail of blood that leaked out of Kurei's mouth, wondering whether he had any internal injuries at the same time.

As she leaned forward to see whether there was any more blood on his face, her knee knocked against something hard, causing it to make a curiously musical sound that was out of place in the atmosphere that surrounded her. Looking down hurriedly, she saw that it was the bangles – the thing that kept Kurei's flame-power in control. She unconsciously wondered why he had got bangles and Recca had got an armguard. Chiding herself for thinking about such trivial matters, she was about to turn away when she caught sight of the gash on the back of his left hand, extending from his knuckles to where his bangles started, at his wrist.

Usually, she wouldn't have cared about gashes – she got them plenty of times and therefore knew through experience that they healed normally, as long as they didn't get infected – but this gash was pretty deep. And she wouldn't have seen it if the long sleeve of his arm hadn't been pulled up to reveal his bangles. Frowning, she raised his hand and eyed the gash. She dropped the hand on the ground immediately when she saw just how deep it was; deep enough to reveal what she knew were tendons. Reminding herself that she had seen things worse than that, she picked it up again. Since she didn't have any antiseptic or anything on her which she could clean the gash with, she settled for tying it up with her handkerchief. At least that way, the bleeding would be curbed and it wouldn't get infected – hopefully.

Satisfied with the knot she made on the handkerchief/bandage (she tied the knot extra-tight when she realized that this was Kurei and that she could hurt him 'innocently' without him waking up and frying her) she put his hand down, pulling down his sleeve to cover it, and ran her eyes over his body. She couldn't see any other blood stains anywhere…and even if she did spot a few, there was nothing she could do about them.

But…why would his own father beat him up like that? She frowned as the questions appeared in her mind again. What bothered her even more was the fact that Kurei actually allowed his father and the other men to beat him up. Yes, she understood that parents should be respected…but to the extent that you allowed them to beat you up?

Her eyes narrowed as another thought popped up in her head. Hang on…there's a problem here…Mori isn't Kurei's father. Kurei's father – and Recca's father – died 400 years ago, with the rest of the Hokage. Then…why's Kurei…letting Mori just – just walk over him like that?

"What's going on here…?" she asked aloud staring down at the unconscious man with her brows furrowed. "Man…I really wish someone would – "

"Kirisawa…Fuuko?" Fuuko whirled around hurriedly, gimlets already in her hands in case she needed to hurl them at whoever it was. Standing behind her was a vaguely familiar orange-haired lady. What caught Fuuko's eyes immediately – apart from her vibrant hair colour – was the armor on her chest…and the strange orbs that were on that armor. Are those…madougu?

"Who are you?" she asked, frowning as she tried to remember where she had seen the tall lady before.

"…Uruha Jyushinshuu Neon." Fuuko's green eyes widened. Uruha Jyushinshuu. Uruha Jyushinshuu. Oh boy…she's the one that killed Genjuro after his battle with Recca…

"What do you want?" she asked, standing up slowly – and taking care not to step on the unconscious man lying on the ground behind her, "If you're here to incapacitate me so that Hokage will be one fighter less when we face you, I'm telling you, it won't work." Neon raised her eyebrows at her posture, standing with her back slightly bent, ready to attack if the need arose.

"If I wanted to do that, Kirisawa Fuuko, I wouldn't waste time talking to you," she said, her voice haughty. "I just happened to be in the forest when I stumbled upon this clearing and – Kurei-sama!" Fuuko winced at the shrill scream that came out of Neon's mouth. As it was, she had to resist putting her hands over her ears.

"Oh…yeah…it's a good thing you came…Kurei's – " Fuuko yelped as the orange-haired lady rushed forward towards the unconscious man, pushing her roughly aside as she did so. "Hey! Watch it!" she growled, managing to regain her balance before falling.

" – What happened – Kurei-sama!" gasped Neon, as she knelt down by her master's side and saw his face. The fact that he was unconscious was more worrying than the bruises. "But…who…?" Fuuko started when Neon whirled around to stare at her, her blue eyes blazing. "…You? You were…able to do this to him?"

"Huh? What are you talking ab – " Fuuko threw herself to the right, rolling over before getting to her feet again, as the orange-haired lady lunged at her. "What – what the hell are you doing!" she yelled, her green eyes narrowing at the fuming lady who looked like she was ready to lunge at her again.

"I don't believe this!" shrieked Neon, glaring at her, "How could someone as weak as you do this to Kurei-sama!" She lunged at a stunned Fuuko who was too busy processing Neon's words and accusation to move. As it was, a fist connected forcefully with her gut, sending her flying back a few feet, before she could gain control of her body.

"I didn't hurt him!" said Fuuko, brushing her bangs out of her eyes, "If that's what you're implying. I just came here to see him unconscious – oof!" She was hit by Neon's first kick to her, but managed to avoid the second. "Bloody hell, listen to me Neon or whatever your name is! I didn't hurt your precious master, OK! I WOULD have, given the state he was in, but I'm NOT like YOU and the rest of the Uruha! I DON'T attack people when they're defenseless – that's not the way the Hokage works!" As she explained this to the irate woman, she dodged the various punches that were being thrown at her. "For god's sake will you – "

Neon took advantage of the time she spent explaining whatever it was that she was explaining, to speed up towards her and knock her out with a well placed kick to the side of her neck. If Neon had not been swayed by what the girl had said, the kick would have had more force…and would have been an extremely lethal one…but something had made her reduce the force of the kick at the last minute. She watched as the Hokage Wind-Wielder fell sideways.

She stared hard at the brown-haired girl. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt, she hardly looked like she was capable of facing Kurei-sama without getting severely injured in the process – not to mention actually managing to render him unconscious. Maybe she had jumped to conclusions…Shaking her head and breathing heavily she turned around and headed back to her master's still body, her expression tender as she brushed a few strands of hair from his face, before standing up and supporting him with an arm around his waist and the other arm holding onto his right arm.

"Hang in there, Kurei-sama…" she whispered to him, as she walked away, out of the clearing.

"Fuuko-chan! Thank goodness! We were getting worried – " Yanagi stopped short when she saw her friend clearly; her clothes were dirty and she had a small bruise on her face. Fuuko smiled wearily at Yanagi, holding onto the door to steady herself.

"Gomen," she said, "Did I miss anything interesting?" By this time, Fuuko was inside the living room of the apartment, Yanagi following her after making sure that she locked the front door.

"Fuuko-sama!" yelled Domon, grinning in his usual love-sick manner, "You sure did miss a lot! You missed me kick Hanabishi's ass!"

"Go to HELL DOMON! As if you'd EVER be able to do that!" yelled Recca, glaring at him.

"Oh yeah! What makes you think THAT, Hanabishi?"

"The fact that you're just a GORILLA!"

"HANABISHI!" Fuuko shook her head as she headed towards the room she shared with Yanagi and Kagero. She would have just plopped herself down on the couch but she didn't want anyone seeing her bruises and asking questions. It was bad enough that Yanagi had seen them – although in any case, she knew that Yanagi wouldn't ask her what had happened unless she felt that she wanted to tell her. She also wanted to peacefully reflect on what she had seen in the forest, a while ago. It still didn't make any sense to her.

"Fuuko…are you alright?" asked Kagero, walking out of the room they shared and seeing Fuuko's dirty clothes. She nodded.

"Yeah…I'm…fine," she said, conjuring up a bright smile on her face. "I just had a small fall…I'm really clumsy, you know?" She saw Kagero looking somewhat skeptically at her. "I'm doing great!" She turned to her right, where Mikagami was seated on the couch and whacked the top of his head playfully, "See? Just fine!"

"Monkey! What the hell was that for!" exclaimed Mikagami, turning around to glare at her and stopping as he caught sight of her. "…What happened to you, monkey? Did you decide to start acting more like a monkey and attempt to climb trees or something?"

"N – "

" – Oy…Fuuko…" Turning around, Fuuko saw Recca standing behind her with a sheepish expression on his face. She raised her eyebrows, "Er…about what I said earlier…you know that…I didn't mean to say all of that, right?"

"…I – "

" – I was just really mad that what you said was true – about Mikagami – so I just said what came to my mind…and you of all people should know that the things that randomly pop into my mind aren't necessarily true…" Fuuko smiled weakly at her best-friend.

"So…basically, you're sorry…?" Recca nodded vigorously, "Yeah, yeah, I forgive you…" Her smile widened, "Baka…" She reached forward and whacked him playfully. Smiling back at her, Recca returned the playful whack, unaware that everyone else in the room was exchanging relieved smiles (or maybe not, in Mikagami's case).

"Thank goodness they solved that problem…" said Kagero, sounding extremely relieved. "It wouldn't have been nice if those two best-friends were to fall out all of a sudden…especially with what's at stake…"

"Humph…" was all that Mikagami said, as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Kurei opened the door to his study and walked inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He paid no heed at all to the fact that he should rest…or that it was midnight. Ignoring the pain that seared through his back, he walked towards his desk and sat down on the chair, wincing slightly as his back protested. The room was dark, being illuminated only by the table-lamp that was always switched on.

He glanced at the pile of files on the right side of the desk – files that contained statistics and personal information of the various teams that were taking part in the Urabutousatsujin. He didn't bother giving the files a second glance; they were of no use to him, really…the only reason why he even had them on his desk was because his father had demanded that he go through them and select the strongest teams to face the Hokage…and the weakest to face Uruha Kurenai. He scowled; it had been quite clear that his father had thought that his Uruha Kurenai was weak. And that he thought the Hokage was stronger than him.

His father…a dangerous aura surrounded the dark-haired man as the events of that evening came back to him. Mori Koran…if only…if only there was a way for him to destroy him…to eradicate him…

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, unconsciously making a mental note to select a new mask from his collection, seeing how his other one had been broken. There was no way for him to destroy Mori Koran, not unless he was willing to sacrifice his mother's life. He may be the leader of the Uruha, and he may be seen as being horribly cruel by others…and he knew that he was considered as not having any emotions whatsoever; but he did care for his mother. It was bad enough that he had lost one mother 400 years ago…that he had left her behind when she had asked him to…he did not want to lose his second mother simply because he disobeyed a corrupted fool's orders.

He would have to somehow win the Urabutousatsujin…and get the girl of healing from the Hokage. A brief part of him pitied the girl Sakoshita Yanagi. He could just imagine what his father would do to her…he shuddered, not wanting to dwell too much on that thought. Yet, his pity was not great enough to make him want to keep her away from his father. It was really simple, actually; he defeated the Hokage, obtained the girl of healing and handed her over to his father…and he could be assured that his mother would be safe…at least for a while…

Feeling a sudden sharp pain on the back of his left hand, he pulled back the sleeve of his red robe and was surprised to see the handkerchief wrapped tightly around his hand. It must've been Neon…He was ready to agree with that thought; it had been Neon who had brought him back to the mansion after all; when he suddenly remembered that he had seen someone else walk up to him…and how he had just managed to register that it wasn't anyone he knew before he had gone unconscious.

He frowned. Who was it that he had seen? From what he could remember, it was a female…but it definitely wasn't Neon. Still frowning, he untied the handkerchief slowly, hoping that it was indeed Neon's. The last thing he needed was for anyone else outside of the Uruha to have seen him in that weakened state he had been in.

He wasn't fazed one bit by the gash he saw on the back of his hand – he was used to injuries far worse than that. It was the handkerchief that caused the peculiar expression to form on his unmasked face. The handkerchief itself was white, except for the areas where blood – his blood – covered it. It was the purple embroidery on one corner of it that had caught his eye. The embroidered name was what had caught his eye.

Fuuko…

A/N

Well? Was it good? Or was it so terrible that it was painful reading it? Heh, I'd like to hear your opinions on this, please!

See ya!

Siriusgirl1