Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

Summary: Helga had always made it her personal mission to keep her love for Arnold a secret. She'd never ever thought that someone would overhear her monologging about him! And this guy was ready to demand absolutely awkward, terrifying and embarrassing things from Helga for not telling her secret to anyone.

Author's 1st note: My very first Hey Arnold! Fan fiction. Man, have I been looking forward to start writing this ever since I got the idea. How did I get it? I have absolutely no idea! But I've always had a thing for stories about blackmail. Helga's gonna be tormented quite a lot through this story. Look at the PG-rating, I think you can imagine some rather heavy stuff is gonna happen.

Before you freak, NO, this guy is NOT gonna rape Helga or anything like that. He barely touches her through this. It's not that kind of story. BUT there is heavily sexual material through this nevertheless. I'm not gonna bust the story, but I just thought it would also be fair to make sure my audience didn't think our heroine would be tortured to such a degree.

So without further ado I now present you: "Blackmail toy!"

Chapter 1: "Another cousin"

"Hey, Arnold!"

Arnold bolted right up from the table his wide head had rested upon. He looked rapidly from side to another to find the source of the voice. When he recognized the tall, black afro hair in front of him, he sighed a bit. "Did you have to yell, Gerald?" he asked before starting to rest his chin in his palm.

"Uh, yeah, I had to yell. Wanna know why?"

"Not real - "

"Because you didn't hear me the first three times!" Gerald cut in and sat next to his best friend at the cafeteria table. "What's going on with you, man?"

Arnold briefly remembered his conversation with his parents that morning. His father Miles had told him that they would be having his nephew over aka Arnold's cousin. It would be his first time meeting this cousin after 16 years of not even knowing he had yet another cousin! Everyone in his class had already met his cousin on his mother's side, so they knew why he probably wasn't very fond of the idea of a new one. Arnie was as bland as they came. His hobbies were to collect lint, read labels and count things. He also had this weird thing where he blinked with one eye and then the other. He was downright creepy and Arnold couldn't help but fear that this new cousin would be the same.

It was natural that Miles of course wanted his son to meet his cousin. After finally finding his parents in San Lorenzo, he didn't only have to catch up with them. He also had to catch up on other family members, who wanted to see Miles again! And that included this new cousin.

"Arnold!"

"Gerald!" Arnold shrieked, when he was forced out of his thoughts in such a horrible way. "Fine! I'll tell you. My… cousin is coming to visit." He was wincing at the mere thought and he noticed that so did Gerald. "Oh, no! That creep Arnie is coming back? For how long?"

"A… whole… month." Arnold answered and was just about to correct which cousin he was having come over, but when he saw the horrid expression on Gerald's face, he stopped and stared at him. He would have laughed, if it wasn't because that frightened expression matched his own on the inside.

"A month…? Oh god! I can't handle Arnie for a whole month! You poor thing!" Gerald said while starting to pat Arnold's back. "Thanks, but… it's not Arnie." He answered with a sullen look on his face. He at least knew how to handle Arnie. He knew what to expect of him. Miles didn't even know this other cousin himself, so he couldn't tell him anything! All he got was a picture of him, so he would know what he looked like, but that was pretty much it.

"Wait, what?" Gerald asked in disbelief. "Not Arnie? Who else is there?"

"Apparently I have an uncle on my dad's side and he's got a son. Not that my grandparents ever bothered to tell me that my father wasn't an only child." Arnold answered while also remembering a brief conversation with his grandparents about this matter. Phil had feigned ignorance and claimed that of course he had told him about Miles' brother! How could he forget his own son? But Arnold swore they'd never told him. Also, why hadn't he met him yet? Who knew, and he wasn't sure if he really cared. He was meeting this guy now and he was not looking forward to it.

"You're kidding!" Gerald exclaimed and started shaking his head. "Man, Arnold, is it just me or is there always some sort of complicated secret in your life?"

Arnold started smirking, knowing Gerald was right. Crazy things always happened around him, no matter how old he got. 16 years old and there was still so much stuff he didn't know about himself and his relatives.

His smirk soon turned into a lovesick grin when he remembered another secret he had kept ever since he was 10 years old. Something no one knew. He couldn't help but turning his head very slowly to look at another cafeteria table. Or not really the table, but the girls sitting around it.

At the table sat Phoebe Heyerdahl, a small Asian girl who Gerald had been dating for a couple of years by now. But it wasn't her Arnold was gazing at. It was the girl sitting next to Phoebe. She was wearing her golden hair in her signature pigtails, but they were now lower than when she was a child. She still usually wore pink clothes, but didn't really wear dresses any longer. Today she was wearing pale light blue jeans and a pink top with a read belt just below her chest. She still wore that pink bow he'd always secretly adored, but she'd become quite creative with it. Either tying it around her wrist making it into a bracelet or around her neck as a choker. Today as the latter.

Helga Pataki. His childhood bully, but also from time to time friend. When it really counted, she'd actually been there for him. Like five years ago, when he went on his personal mission impossible, trying to find his parents in San Lorenzo. They had shared some moments during that trip, but to his dismay it had never developed into something afterwards. Though they did become friends. Which, in it's way, was a huge step in a positive direction.

A sharp pain in the back of Arnold's head got him out of his Helga related thoughts. "Ow! Gerald!" he exclaimed, while rubbing the sore area. He turned around to face his best friend, who had an annoyed look on his face. "Hey. What'cha doing looking over at Phoebe and Helga?"

Arnold just blinked at him. "Was I… looking at them?" he asked innocently. "Don't give me that!" Gerald answered. "You'd better not be thinking about trying to hit on Phoebe, or else I swear I'll - "

"Gerald! Gerald!" Arnold quickly stopped his friend before he could finish his threat. "Don't worry. I'm not going after Phoebe, and even if I were, she would turn me down immediately. Know why? Because she's in love with you. Get it into your skull already!"

Gerald remained with the annoyed look on his face for a while, before it finally softened. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm just… on my guard, ok?" he tried to explain. Arnold gently patted his back, telling him it was ok. He knew the feeling.

Another reason for Arnold not to be too fond of his other cousin Arnie, was that when he visited back in 7th grade, Arnold had found out that Arnie had a crush on Helga. A major one at that. It seemed like Arnie always went for the girls Arnold liked. Did that guy have a radar or something?

"So back to the topic at hand." Gerald said. "Topic at hand?" Arnold repeated a bit confused. "Yeah, your cousin! Tell me what you know about him." Gerald asked of him. Arnold sighed and shook his head. "All I can tell you is that he's 16 like us, he lives in New York and his name is Aaron."

"… Aaron?"

"Aaron."

"So… Aaron, Arnie and Arnold?"

"Yeah, yeah, we sound like the start of a bad triplets joke, I know." Arnold quickly said, before Gerald could have any cheap shots at him. The universe really did like to mess with Arnold after all. "Man… so besides him being living in The Big Apple and being 16, you know shit about him?" Gerald asked.

"Yup, my dad doesn't know anymore than me."

"Tough. So… when's he coming over?"

"Today. When school's over."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm! You poor thing!" Gerald said while patting Arnold's back yet again.

"Hey, Pheebs?" Helga asked quietly, while sneaking a glance over her shoulder. "Yes, Helga?" the girl answered looking at her best friend.

"Is it just me or… does Arnold look kinda down?"

Phoebe quickly perked her head up to look at the table of her boyfriend and her best friend's crush. Arnold's back was currently being patted by Gerald and he did have a rather sullen look on his face.

"Based on first impressions then… yeah. Yes, I'd say he looks down." Phoebe answered honestly and took a sip from her milk. Helga looked pensive in Arnold's direction. Why did Mr. Sunshine look so down all of a sudden? He'd seemed just fine yesterday. What could possibly be bothering him anyway? "I wonder what's wrong…"

"Well, Helga… this my just be my craziness talking, but you could go over and ask him." Phoebe answered while looking a little to indifferent despite her sarcastic words. Helga snorted and turned to look back at her. "Yeah, right, and how would that go exactly? 'Hey there, football head. Boy, you look like hell today! Mind telling me what is wrong with you, so that I can fix it like that good little Samaritan, you know that I secrely am?' Good plan, Phoebe."

"Well, I didn't plan for the dripping sarcasm."

"But that's who I am, Phoebe! I think Arnold would get a heart attack, if I suddenly started worrying about him."

"Why?

"What do you mean 'why'? I'm Helga G. Pataki, that's why! Owner of The Five Angers and Ol' Betsy! I don't worry about people's problems!"

"Except for Arnold's."

"Exactly. Except for - Oh, come on!" Helga stopped herself before she could confirm Phoebe's words. Phoebe started shaking her head. "I thought you guys had become friends ever since we got his parents back from San Lorenzo."

"Well… friends is not really the word I'd use, but we're… something."

"Nothing more than friends?"

"Definitely not." Helga answered with a sigh and turned to look at Arnold again. Gerald seemed to be trying to say something to comfort him. Obviously, it didn't work, because Arnold now smacked his head against the table and just stayed like that. "Boy, he really does look like hell…"

Not that her beloved could ever look bad in her eyes, but he didn't look like he'd slept at all the night before. It wasn't like her to worry this much about anyone, not even her football headed love god, but she couldn't help that her right leg was starting to shake a bit in agitation.

"Oh… screw it!" Helga mostly told herself before standing up from the table. "Come on, Pheebs, let's find out what is bumping him so much. I can't take the tension anymore." She said the last line with sarcasm, though there was obvious truth to it.

"Coming!" Phoebe answered cheerfully while standing up next to Helga, though she was already stomping towards the boys' table.

Since Arnold currently had his forehead laying against the table, it was only Gerald who noticed the girls coming over. "Oh, boy, here we go…" he mumbled to himself and let go of his best friend's back and put it under his own chin.

As Gerald had foreseen, Helga smacked her palms against the table in such an aggressive way, that Arnold popped his head up in shock. "Ok, football head, your mood is affecting the rest of us, so you could at least explain why you look like someone peed on your food."

Arnold just stared at Helga trying to comprehend that she was in front of him all of a sudden. She was bending rather close to him and if he stretched just a little bit, their noses would be touching. He couldn't help it; His eyes darted a little lower from her eyes down to her chest. Unlike her big sister her chest had developed quite… a bit. He mentally smacked his cheek to stop his thoughts from going wild. He hated hormones – They made him do and think things that wasn't very gentlemanly.

"I… Uh, I…" Arnold started nervously, before simply sighing and bumping his head against the cafeteria table again. "My cousin is coming to visit."

Helga could feel her brain crumble inside her skull. "Excuse me…?" she asked in such a normal tone that Phoebe couldn't help but worry. She knew how much Helga despised Arnie. Or actually not Arnie himself, more his love for her. It creeped her out in ways that only rats usually could.

"What… did you say?" Helga couldn't help the panic that started creeping up in her spine. Arnold looked up at her, not noticing the tone in her voice. "My cousin is coming to visit. He's coming today." He answered.

"I heard that, hair boy! I'm not deaf - Wait! Today?!" Helga repeated, now with obvious terror. Arnold cocked an eyebrow at her reaction. "Uh… yeah. Helga… why are you looking so pale?" he asked worriedly. She didn't answer though. Before he could ask her again, she started running out of the cafeteria.

"Helga!" Arnold called while standing up. "Forget it, Arnold, you're not gonna see her for awhile." Phoebe explained and sat down in front of the boys. "W-Why? What does she have against Arnie?" he asked and sat down again.

"Besides the obvious?" Gerald asked. Arnold turned to him with a frown. "Yeah, besides that." He answered. "Well, he's always… uh…" Phoebe suddenly wasn't sure whether or not to confide this information to Arnold and Gerald. It was after all Helga's business. "… creeped her out particularly."

Opposite Gerald who just nodded in understanding, Arnold didn't seem to buy Phoebe's explanation. He started to worry. What if Helga was looking forward to see Arnie again? First he felt a bit bad for her; He didn't even get to explain that it was Aaron and not Arnie coming to visit. Then afterwards he started frowning at the thought of Helga wanting to see Arnie. Maybe she knew he had a thing for her and was gonna tell him that she felt the same way.

Arnold tried remembering her facial expression, when he told her that his cousin was coming to visit. All he could see was a pale face on the blonde girl. She looked at him in horror, but it could also be because she was nervous about seeing Arnie again.

Arnold sighed loudly and banged his head against the cafeteria table yet again. No matter how he looked at it, another cousin definitely wasn't welcome in his life.

Helga could barely feel her legs by the time she went out of the school and into the yard. She jumped behind a container and gasped for air. She held a hand to her heart, but felt something solid against her palm. She took ahold of the chain around her neck and pulled out a small, golden, heart-shaped locket that she kept hidden underneath her top. It looked just like the same locket she'd always worn, but in an attempt at trying to hide it more through the years, she chose to have a smaller one. With her chest also growing, it was hard to hide a locket of that size.

Helga opened the locket, still gasping a little bit for air, and let herself drown in the picture she had of Arnold in it. "Oh, Arnold!" she gasped while dazing at it. "How I love you and how I want to accept everything that is around you… but your cousin Arnie, he's just so… Granted, he looks a little like you… but he's nothing like you! I will try to be polite to him for your sake though, my love…" her voice had been soft and sweet until now. Her scowl returned with full force. "But if he tries to lay his hands on me, I'll rip his tongue out and wrap it around his neck!"

Helga sighed and took of her locket to get a better look at it. She started smiling immediately and sighed in a more dreamy way. She bumped the back of her head against the container. "Oh, Arnold… If only I could somehow help you. I know you aren't very fond of Arnie either," she said dreamily, but then got a pensive look on her face. "though I've never understood why. I mean, he's not a mean guy or anything, he's just a little annoying. Honestly, Arnold, your negative attitude against him surprises me a little."

Helga's face turned loving again. "You, who has always been able to look at the bright side of everything, seen the good in everybody, even me… What could Arnie have done to you, that I don't know of – despite stalking you night and day, when we were children – that could have been so bad, you'd lose faith in him?"

Then a grim thought struck Helga. Maybe it was because Arnie had dated Lila back in 4th grade? But did Arnie even know that Arnold had a crush on her back then? If he didn't know, then there really wasn't anything Arnie could do… Besides, Arnold had given up on Lila years ago – thank god – so that shouldn't be worth a grudge against him.

"No matter how I twist and turn it, my darling, I can't seem to figure out your hatred for your cousin. I wish I could somehow help you, my sweet, sweet angel! I hope that you will confide in me someday, and that I will be brave enough to just openly tell you that I do want to be there for you, because I… because I love you! I love you, I love you, I love - "

"Whoa. Talk about desperate."

Despite sitting down, Helga managed to start kicking her legs in a panic and fell backwards to the ground beneath her. "Ow!" she exclaimed and arched her back a little at the pain. She had her eyes closed while she rubbed her head, so when a shadow appeared above her, he was blocking the sun.

Helga opened her eyes, in a moment forgetting that this person had just heard her monologging, and stared up at him. He was bending over, while crossing his arms and looking down at her. He was wearing a huge grin which exposed his pearly white teeth, which made a perfect contrast to his mulatto skin. His eyes were big, brown, and currently filled with curiosity while looking at her. The wind that started to take ahold of her hair and made it wave against the asphalt, also made his short black hair wave just a little bit.

The guy hovering above her wore a simply black shirt – a few of the upper buttons opened, Helga noted – and a pair of dark blue pants. If she didn't currently have her head in an angle that made it impossible to do so, then she would have seen that he also wore a pair of fancy, slightly sparkly black shoes.

"You ok?" the guy asked looking less than worried about her well-being. He looked rather amused actually, which just pissed Helga off even more. "No! I'm not ok! You scared the shit outta me!" she answered angrily and sat up straight. "Sorry, sorry." The guy answered still with that annoyingly smug smile on his dumb face. She turned around to face him over her shoulder. His… rather handsome face, she had to admit. Who in the world was he?

"You'd better be! I swear, if it wasn't because you don't know who I am and you therefore don't know what you're up against, I would introduce you to my fists!" Helga ranted angrily while standing up to dust herself off. "Oh, yeah? And who am I up against?" the guy asked with a raised eyebrow. She looked at him. "Helga G. Pataki. And who are you?" she asked while crossing her arms.

The guy shrugged. "No one important." He answered. "The hell you aren't! You just heard me… me…" Reality dawned on Helga while she was saying those words. This guy had just heard her talk about Arnold! Monologging about Arnold! This was terrible! Horrible! She wanted to faint!

"I just heard you talk about, apparently, the love of your life." The guy finished for her. She groaned angrily at him and took ahold of his collar. She yanked him down to her level – which wasn't a lot, since she was rather tall. "You heard nothing, got that?"

The guy stared at her for a couple of second, before smiling in triumph. "I'm pretty sure I heard something very interesting though." He answered. Her grip around his collar went stronger and her eyes were practically on fire with anger. "If you tell anyone about what you just heard, I'll - "

"Rip my tongue out and wrap it around my neck?" the guy asked. Helga went wide eyed at his statement. "Did… Did you hear that much?" she asked in terror. "Uh-huh." He answered smugly and took ahold of that one of her hands, she was holding his collar with. "And may I point out that you really should check your surroundings before talking like that."

Helga growled deeply at him, but just looked at him in shock when he removed her hand from his collar. He kept holding her hand between their chests though. "Let go of me, you stalker!" she demanded and tried to push him away with her free hand. "Stalker?" he repeated in disbelief. "The pot calling the kettle black, don't you think?"

"I-I don't stalk him anymore!" Helga said in defense of herself. "Oh, so you admit to have been stalking him before? Man, you really are obsessed with this boy, aren't you?" the guy asked her in amusement. She stopped pushing at him and went wide-eyed. What was she thinking?! Oh, right, nothing! Her brain had shut down, she only needed to tell him about the shrines she built also as a child, and he would know everything!

"L-Let go, you psycho!" Helga demanded yet again and pulled even harder away from him this time. "Oh, I'm the psycho?" he asked and used his free hand to take ahold on her locket. "I'm not the one carrying around a locket of my darling."

"Don't you dare touch it!" Helga shrieked and stopped hitting at him to try and pry her locket out of his hand. "Too late. I already have. Now what? You're gonna boil it in holy water?" he asked her mockingly. "Get your filthy hands off my locket!" Helga demanded in such an angry tone, that the guy in front of her, obviously got surprised enough to let go. Unfortunately for her, he let go completely and she stumbled back towards the container.

"Watch out!"

"Helga!"

Two different boys called to her, but Helga's back still made a violent contact with the metal and she could feel pain shoot right through her. She forced a cry in agony down, while she let herself tumble to the solid ground beneath her.

When Helga felt a presence beside her, she tried to push the person away, thinking it was that guy again. "Leave me alone!" she told him, but felt a gentle hand take ahold of her back and help her up in a sitting position. She opened her eyes and saw someone, she always loved to be this close to. "Arnold?" she asked incredulous and quickly shoved her locket into her pocket. Be still, my beating heart!

"Helga, are you ok? What happened?" Arnold asked worried and looked behind her. She felt the pain in her back again and arched it a little. "You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine, football head. It just hurts like hell." Helga told him. Arnold cocked an eyebrow at her. She looked sullen for a second before waving her hand. "Yeah, yeah, I heard it too the moment I said it. Shut up and help me up, would ya'?" she asked him. He nodded at her and took a firmer grip around her waist. She noted to herself to write about this very moment in one of her many poetry books at home. Arnold also grabbed her wrist to snake her arm over his shoulders and then got her standing up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to fall." A voice said. Helga and Arnold looked up to see the guy in front of them, looking honestly sorry for what had just happened. Now that Helga thought about it, she was pretty sure he'd actually been the other boy to yell before she fell down.

Helga knew he hadn't meant it, but she'd still fallen and was seen in a ridiculous state by Arnold thanks to him. She was just about to rant at him, when Arnold cut in. "Wait… aren't you…?"

Helga and the guy looked at him curiously. "Aren't I who?" the guy asked, but his eyes slowly went bigger. "Oh! You must be Arnold, right?"

Helga could feel her brain crumble again. How did that arrogant son of a bitch know he was Arnold?! And - oh god! He knew it was Arnold, her Arnold! This guy could bust her secret within seconds, if she didn't think fast!

Helga didn't get the chance to think about anything though, because Arnold started looking at the guy in front of them in slight discomfort. "Yeah, I'm Arnold… and you must be Aaron?" he asked. The guy nodded and started to walk towards them.

Helga looked at Arnold. "You know this guy?!" she asked in disbelief. He shrugged. "Sorta." He answered. "Sorta? What the hell do you mean sorta?!" she asked, slowly starting to panic. "It's the first time we meet." The guy, apparently named "Aaron" answered.

Helga turned to look at him with a scowl. "Oh, yeah? And how do you know Arnold?" she asked despite not wanting to know. She just wanted to run away and bang her head, until she forgot about this whole ordeal. And do the same thing to this Aaron guy!

"We're cousins." Arnold and Aaron answered together. Helga could have sworn she went deaf after that. The sounds of other students that had emerged out into the schoolyard disappeared completely. When she came to her senses, she turned to look at Arnold who looked back at her. "You have another cousin?!" she asked as if that should have been impossible.

Arnold couldn't help but smile at her question and nodded. "I didn't get to tell you that it wasn't Arnie who was coming to visit before you ran out." He answered. Helga looked away, a little embarrassed at that extreme reaction. "It's Aaron, my cousin on my father's side, who's going to be here through all of April."

Helga went wide-eyed again and looked back to Aaron, who had a hard time not laughing at her endless shifts of expression. "A month?!" she shrieked not trying to hide her discomfort at all. "Yes, one whole month of bonding with my new favorite cousin." Aaron asked obviously trying mostly to tease Helga, but not enough for Arnold to notice who just smiled a little.

"You're… related to… Arnold?" Helga asked as slowly as she could to drag out the answer, she already knew too well. He nodded in a nonchalant way. "Yup. Nice to meet you," he answered and held out his hand. "Helga."

Helga just kept staring at Aaron, while her hand moved on it's own to take ahold of his. He shook their hands before letting go. Her hand fell to her side in a robotic motion and Arnold started to worry about her. "Helga, did you hit your head when you fell?"

"… Huh?" Helga mumbled not really hearing him at first, but then shook her head. "Oh! Uh, no! Don't worry, football head, I'm alright. I'll just walk myself to the nurse, ok? Ok." She decided quickly before he could even have a chance to answer.

Helga managed to take one step out of Arnold's grip, before the pain shot through her back and she crumbled to the ground. "Helga!" Arnold exclaimed and sat next to her, putting his hand behind her waist again. "I'll help you to the nurse, ok?" he asked. She lifted her head to refuse, but he cut in before she could say anything. "Ok."

Helga looked at him in disbelief for a second, before he winked at her and made her laugh a little at his comeback. "Alright, alright. Sheesh, football head, you'll always be such a worrywart, won't you?" she asked and let him pull her up in a standing position again. "You know me so well, Helga." He answered with an honest smile. She would have started blushing at that oh-so very true statement, but the sound of Aaron's voice reminded her they were not alone. "I'll wait out here for you, Arnold. You still have a few classes left, don't you?"

Arnold and Helga turned their heads around to look at him. "Yeah, but it won't be too long. It's a short day. I'll see you later, Aaron." Arnold answered and started to walk with Helga towards the door.

Helga wanted to get out of that schoolyard as fast as possible! She wanted to get away from this new cousin of Arnolds, whom she frankly liked even less than Arnie! And that was saying a lot. He knew her secret. Her secret. And Arnold was his cousin! He was gonna live at the boarding house for a whole month! There was no way he wouldn't tell Arnold. He didn't have any reason not to.

Helga wanted to get to this Aaron guy before Arnold did after school. She needed to make him understand the consequences he would have to meet, if he spilled the beans to Arnold. To anyone really! He thought ripping his tongue out and wrapping it around his neck was bad?

Hell no! She was older now! She knew exactly where to hit a guy where it hurts. When she was done with him, he'd be wearing his balls as a scarf!

"Oh, and Arnold!" Aaron called again, when they had been just about to walk inside. "What?" Arnold asked. Helga didn't like that smug smile that Aaron exposed. "Just out of curiosity… Are there any other Arnolds at this school?"

Arnold lifted his eyebrows at the odd question. Why would he wonder about that? "Uh… no, I'm… the only one." He answered while feeling Helga's grip on his shoulder tighten. She could have strangled Arnold at that very moment.

"Hmm…" Aaron said thoughtfully and turned to gaze at Helga in particular, who felt like a deer in the headlights. "Interesting."

Author's 2nd note: So this is the beginning of the blackmail! Well, almost, since Aaron's not really told Helga exactly how he is gonna blackmail her with her secret. I hope you find this story interesting, and I can tell you now that yes the PG-rating is not very fitting at this moment, but trust me, it will be VERY fitting later, so I'm gonna keep it the way it is. Please do review and follow this story if you want to know what happens next. See ya! :D