A/N: Hello everyone! It feels like it's been forever since I've written anything for D. Gray-man so I plan to fix that. Yes I am still working on my other fics, I just haven't been inspired to write anything for them so I've decided to not waste my creative juices and just make another fic! This story is set in the present day so I hope no one gets confused by anything! Hope you like it!

P.S.: This story IS set in present day time. This story WILL be yaoi in later chapters. And this story IS un-beta'd.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN D GRAY MAN!

Pale white

Cold and alone

A kiss from the crisp wind

Eyes open

The innocence begin

Tall Doll Tale:Chapter One-Returning Home

Allen Walker had once long ago decided to devote his life to only that of doll making. He had decided that personal relationships were nothing more than a bother. It was true that he did have a few close friends, but anything other than that was a big no-no. It only distracted him from his real goal, to prove to the government that 'Innocence' would be a productive use for society. Even if using Innocence was illegal, Allen would work hard to get to this goal.

"Bloody hell."

But for now all the 23 year old wanted to do was sleep. He had just come back to California from Japan and was feeling tired and a headache coming on. The second Allen reached his home he threw his luggage on the ground and collapse on the floor. He lived in his workplace. It was a self-owned doll shop in the front and his home was further in the back past a couple of doors. He hadn't sleep in three days and it felt like heaven to finally be off of his feet. The young male rolled over so that he was on his back and looked up at the ceiling, only to be met with a pair of grey eyes. Allen's heart skipped a beat in fright for a moment before sitting up and turning to face the person.

"Welcome back, Master."

"I'm home, Lala."

Allen reached up and patted the young girl's head. Her long, blonde locks of hair could not be felt under Allen's glove. Allen grinned at the young girl and gave her a silent nod of approval when she stood up and began to pick up his forgotten luggage. Allen looked down at her bare feet and made note that he needed to buy her a new pair of shoes. Before she disappeared into the back of the shop, she turned to face Allen once more.

"Guzol-san is in his room sleeping. It seems he has come back down with another cold since the last time we talked over the phone."

"I will check on him later. Thank you Lala."

"It is my duty, Master."

With that, Lala turned and walked deeper into the shop and into their home. Allen sighed and ran a gloved hand through his snow white hair. Guzol was the first doll he had ever used innocence with and he had ruined it. Guzol was extremely weak and got sick very often. Unlike Lala, however, he did not require all the tools that the average person would need. He did not need food, nor did he require comfort (for he never felt pain), and he did not require bathing.

Allen still made him do it of course.

But even if those parts had failed, the older doll still needed rest. He slept most of his life away, even if he needed it Allen still thought it was too much. The doll also had the side effect of quickly aging. By this time he should have only been two years older than Lala, but he was 65. Allen had always regretted not fusing the innocence properly, because Guzol would never get the chance to taste, touch, or smell.

He was never given three of the five senses.

Guzol had never noticed his handicap, and even when Allen told him he simply did not care. He explained to Allen that he would just try to be of use in any way possible. Allen smiled to himself at the thought and stood up. He stretched his arms above his head and headed toward the back of the shop and into his home. The young male traveled until he reached the kitchen and saw Lala feeding Guzol a bowl of soup while taking spoonfuls for herself. Lala smiled when Guzol complemented her food. Even though she knew he couldn't taste it, she felt proud to hear him say so. Allen cleared his throat and Lala flinched a bit.

"I'm going out for a bit."

"Would you like for me to accompany you, Master?"

"No, you stay here with Guzol. I won't be gone long. See you later."

With that the young male set out to make a little trip around the block.

-OO-

There was only one floral shop in this small town. It was 'Lee's Flowers' and always had a lovely sent of honey to it for even those just passing by. Allen made sure that this would be his first stop. While one his way, however, he did get stopped by a few people.

"Allen, the doll you made my daughter was absolutely gorgeous! She loves it so much and won't leave it from her sight for a second!"

"I'm happy to hear that."

In truth, Allen could give less a damn about what people thought of his cheap imitations. If it were up to him he would just devote all of his time researching and trying to better his projects on the works of dolls and Innocence, but he did need the money. Allen forced his usual smile and chatted with the older woman for a short while before excusing himself, stating he had a previous engagement. The woman released him with understanding and they went their separate ways. Allen threw a few waves and smiles to others as he made his way to the floral shop and found that it was quite busy when he got there. Allen waited until the small crowd was gone before approaching the shop. He looked around and took a deep breath, adoring the smell of honey that passed through his nostrils.

"Allen! You're back! Welcome home!"

Allen let a smile grace his lips when the arms of his young Chinese friend wrapped themselves around his neck. Allen wrapped his own arms around the other's waist and picked her up to twirl her once in a circle. One her feet touched the ground again and released Allen and began asking him questions about his journey.

"Well I went to visit Master Takashi, and before I left he told me he would send me something to help further my research."

"What is it?"

"I don't know actually, but whatever it is, it's probably going to be the most useful thing I've ever needed."

:Why do you say that?"

"Because Master Takashi is an absolute genius! He wouldn't send me junk, Lenalee. He's not that type of guy."

Lenalee nodded, her long black pigtails bobbing with the movement. She began to remove the pale, white apron she had around her waist when suddenly a flash of pain hit her face and she almost fell to her knees, Allen caught her before the impact. Allen lifted her and helped her walk to the front desk before sitting her on top of the checkout counter. Allen knelt down on one knee and gently grabbed Lenalee's foot. Her family had a history of weak legs. It started with pain in the feet, which then escalated to trouble walking, and then one day you woke up and couldn't move anything below the waist. It had already happened to her brother, he was wheelchair bound since he was eight and had always thought of it as a negative, until he met Allen. Allen had given him words of strength and wisdom, even though Allen was only twelve when they met.

"Allen?"

Allen looked up at Lenalee and stood up from his position. He felt a bit embarrassed from having been caught spacing out. Allen helped Lenalee down from the counter, holding onto her hand for a few lingering moments to make sure the girl was no longer feeling pain. Allen released her hand and stepped away, still a bit wary about the girl's physical state.

"Remember to tell me what's in the package when it arrives, okay?"

"Yes, of course."

Lenalee passed off a bright smile and set her apron on the counter she had previously sat on. She walked behind the counter to collect two watering cans and held one in front of Allen.

"You know the rules. You visit, you help."

Allen chuckled an took the can from the girl and began watering the plants around him. The warm feeling of the shop made Allen extremely comfortable. Even if only for a short while, coming here always set Allen in a good mood. The feeling of being lost in a field of flowers and being surrounded by the pleasurable smell of honey made him, somewhat, forget all his worries. A short giggle from Lenalee brought Allen from his trace and he looked in the direction of the girl. She was at the checkout counter talking with another girl who looked to be in her high school years. She had dyed purple hair, dark skin, and a lollipop stick sticking out of her mouth. Allen felt a pang of distrust after examining her for a short while and felt great relief when the girl picked up the plant she purchased and left. Lenalee wiped her hands on her jeans and dazed into space with a goofy grin plastered on her face. Allen set his watering can down and headed for the door. He bid his goodbye to Lenalee and warned her to be careful. She responded with a cheerful goodbye and waved Allen out.

Allen sighed again. Wishing he had some sort of habit so that his irritation would go away. He didn't feel like being at home, and (no matter how much he loved the girl) he didn't feel like being with Lenalee wither. There was a tense irritation in his chest that refused to die down and it was starting to tick Allen off. Allen looked around the neighborhood and felt an odd sense of home. He hadn't lived in this town for long, he traveled with his Uncle Cross for more than half his life and was constantly moving about. But that had changed seven years ago. His uncle had told Allen that they would be staying in this town and would be staying there for as long as they both lived.

Allen soon found out that Cross was not an easy man to capture.

Not even a month later, Allen found a note in their home stating that he had been abandoned and that he was to continue living his life as he had been in that town.

That was when Allen got the idea to pursue in his dream of doll making. No matter how childish (or gay as his uncle put it) Allen was determined to open his business. That was when Allen had turned the home into his famous 'Walker-Cross Doll Shoppe'.

Allen couldn't help but let a chuckle past his lips at thinking of the past. Old memories like that always put a smile on his face.

-OO-

"I'm ho-"

"Master! There has been a terrible incident!"

Allen almost fell to the ground when Lala rushed into his arms the second he opened the door. The young doll was dripped in what smelled like wine and her hair was a mess. Behind her Guzol was standing with his handkerchief over his mouth, lightly couching into it. Allen looked Guzol over and saw that he had a few scratches on his face and that his arm looked to be out of place under his coat. Allen sighed and kneeled down to Lala's height.

"What's the problem?"

"A stranger has broken into the house! Guzol-san and I handled him of course, but we need your opinion on what to do to the body."

Allen laughed at the young girls antics and asked that he be lead to the 'scene of the crime'. Lala grabbed his hand and quickly rushed him into the house and back into the kitchen. A few glasses had been shattered on the ground (to which Lala immediately apologized for) and a broken wine bottle (that belonged to Allen, only to be had on special occasions) was laying in its own pool of spill. Allen looked to the table in the kitchen to see an older gentleman tied to a chair with his long red (with hints of gray) hair feathered all about him. Allen asked Lala to clean up the broken glass and told Guzol to go and get some rest.

"Yes master."

With that, both dolls left the room, each leaving a separate way. Allen walked over to the man and untied him, he reached under the man hair and grabbed his forehead, pushing so that the man's head jerked backward. A smirk played at the man's lips, Allen was not equally amused.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"What? I ain't allowed to visit my favorite nephew?"

"Only nephew, old man, only nephew."

"That's the kind of attitude that's not gettin' you laid."

Allen released the man and stepped back, his attention focusing on Lala who had come back to a broom and dust pan. She quickly gathered and disposed of the mess on the floor, not forgetting to mop up the spilled wine.

"So you break into my home to drink my wine and scare the pants off my dolls? Nothing is ever that simple with you, Cross. Tell me, why are you here?"

Cross threw his head back and let out a hardy laugh. He complimented his nephew on his bluntness and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and had at one, releasing a happy sigh. Allen crossed his arms over his chest, impatiently waiting for his uncle to answer him. Once the man had finished his cigarette (to which he felt it appropriate to dump his ashes on the floor) a serious aura came over him.

"Your father is in the hospital."

Allen was taken aback for a second. That was not at all what he was expecting. He was expecting his uncle to (once again) be having money troubles. Something of ordinary standards. He didn't ever imagine-

"And I think you should go visit him."

"Excuse me? Mind running that by me one more time?"

"Look, kid-"

"No! Absolutely not, are you mad? Better yet, are you bloody daft? Why the hell would I visit that man?"

"Because 'that man' is your father! He wants to see you!"

"Well that's too damn bad because I have no intention of going to see that twit."

It wasn't hard to explain. For the first six years of his life, Allen had been living a wonderful life with his mother and father. But on his sixth birthday Allen's father had given him to his uncle to be taken care of and had left with Allen's other uncle, Neah Walker. Cross told Allen (when he thought the kid would be old enough to understand) that Mana and Neah were lovers and that Mana and Allen's mother were no longer going to be together. He told the young boy that his father did not want to take him with them on their journey out of the country, with no real explanation after that. For years Allen felt heartbroken that his father would leave him and not even utter a 'goodbye' while doing so. But later Allen just stopped caring about the man and decided it was no use crying over. If his father didn't want him, fine, he didn't want any contact with him. For the past 17 years Allen had been doing a pretty swell job of that.

"Come on, kid. He dying. It's the least you could do."

"He abandoned me, Cross. He didn't want me. Why should I give a bloody fuck about what that man wants?"

"Because he loves you."

Allen balled his hands up by his side to resist the urge to haul out and punch his uncle right there. Lala had long since reentered the room and was standing at a protective, yet appropriate distance from Allen. She nor Guzol had ever seen Allen this anger before, plus the bonus of the three never talking about what 'family' was so Lala was a bit confused about the mention of 'father'.

"Get out."

"Kid just-"

"Get out."

"Allen, you're going to regret not seeing him if he dies. Don't do this to yourself."

"I will never regret this."

With that Cross stood up from his seat and left the room. Lala offered to walk the man to the door and he did reply, just moved out of the way for her to do so. Lala excused herself from Allen's side and rushed to catch up with Cross. Leaving the room with a cold and tense silence.

-OO-

"Papa? Who is Marian?"

A young man turned to smile at his son. He had tired eyes, and a forced smile on his lips. He hooked his hands under his son's arms and lifted him up. The young boy looked at his father confused and switched to look at his mother who was standing off to the side with a hand over her face. The young boy reached up to grip at his father's shirt and regain the man's attention.

"Allen, Marian is your uncle."

"No, Neah my uncle."

"Marian is your otheruncle Allen. I have two brothers."

Allen's father held up two fingers to prove his point. Allen looked down at his own hands and stared in wonder. Allen then noted that he still didn't like looking at the red hand that he had, so he put that one down. Allen looked back up at his father, who had dropped his smile and had turned to look at his mother. Allen looked over at her too. Her long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes always made Allen want to look more like her than his father. In Allen's opinion, she was the most beautiful woman in the world (not that he knew that many women to make it a fact). Allen yelped when his father shifted Allen to place him in his other arm, so Allen's back was now to his mother. Allen was about to complain about the change when his father cut him off-

"You're going to be living with your Uncle Marian from now on Allen. He's really nice and I know you'll like him."

"Why can't I live with mama and papa?"

Allen's voice was shaky. Even for only being six years old, he knew what being 'left behind' was and knew that at this moment his father had just told him that his mother and father were going to leave him behind. A few tears fell from Allen's large, gray eyes. He felt his father pull him in closer and felt the tears come at a faster pace. Then Allen felt another person join in the hug from behind him, he knew it was mother from first touch. Allen felt cheated. They were leaving him and still hugging him as if they loved him? How unfair!

"Allen, I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me we could always stay together! If I hadn't have hurt you we could be a great family! I'm so sorry!"

Allen had gotten a little confused as to what his mother was talking about within her sudden outburst. Allen didn't remember his mother ever hurting him. What did she mean?

"Now Klaud, you know that's not the only reason. Don't confuse him."

Allen was already way past confused. He wanted answers, and he wanted them right now! Just as Allen was about to open his mouth to say something, a harsh knock from the front door interrupted him. Klaud wiped at her eyes and excused herself to go open the door. Allen wiped at his own eyes and pouted. He wanted to know about what was going on too.

"Mana! Neah and Marian are here!"

Allen felt a smile creep upon his lips at the mention of his uncle, maybe he would explain what was going on to him! Allen's smile dropped when his father had walked over to the front door, however. He saw a tall man with long red hair, smoking a cigarette. The man had a bandage covering half of his face and he wore a black trench coat, blocking all other access to seeing his clothes underneath. Allen didn't like the look of this man, he was scary.

"Allen, say hi to Neah and Marian."

"Hi Neah…."

Allen's voice was small, he didn't want to talk to the other man. Allen's father scolded him and told his to once again say hello to Marian. Allen wiggled in his father's arms, asking to be put down. Mana rolled his eyes and released his son, only to have the young boy hide behind his legs. Neah released a loud laugh and told the couple 'Boys will be boys, eh?', making the parents let out awkward laughs. There was a heavy silence that took over the room after that. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking off the clock on the wall close by.

"Well, if your done playing around I'll take the kid and you guys can be on your way."

Everyone stiffened at Marian's choice of speech. Mana reluctantly pulled Allen away from himself and handed the young boy to Marian. Allen kicked around and Marian made no sign of being bothered by it. Mana walked over to Klaud and kissed her cheek. Both of them hugged each other in a way the friends would if they were saying goodbye. Neah also hugged Klaud and said nothing to Allen. Both men turned their backs to the young, screaming boy and left. Allen's throat was getting horse from screaming for his father to come back.

"Papa! Don't leave me! Come back! PAPA!"

Klaud walked over to Marian and kissed his cheek, then told Allen she loved him and kissed his forehead. Allen reached out and grabbed his mother's hair, trying to make sure she wouldn't leave him as well. Klaud griped Allen's wrist tightly and told him to let her go. Allen did so reluctantly and Klaud left the house as well, not looking back. Allen was starting to get tired from all the crying he was doing, and the motion of Marian bouncing him in his arms reminded him of his father doing the same when he was a small baby. Allen unwillingly fell asleep in Marian's arms, willing his parents would be there when he woke up.

-OO-

Allen should have expected Lala to some up to him and ask questions after Cross had left. Allen was in the bedroom Guzol and Lala shared, giving Guzol a checkup. Guzol sat on the bed, while Lala and Allen sat in stools at the foot of the bed. Lala had been giving Allen a hard stare ever since she had come into the room. Allen took the stethoscope he had from his ears and away from Guzol's chest and looked back at the young girl.

"Yes?"

"What is 'father'?"

Allen rolled his eyes at the girl and put the stethoscope back in his ears and pressed it back to Guzol's chest.

"Deep breath, good. And father is not a 'what' but a 'who'. Another deep breath Guzol, this time hold it for three seconds and the release."

"Alright then, 'who' is father?"

"Father is not just one person, father is many people."

"There are multiple 'fathers'? That does not make sense."

"Alright Guzol, you can redress. And Lala, it's not like that. For humans, a father is half of the person who created us. 'Mothers' are the other half. They….have sex and if both are fertile and do not use protection they create a 'child'."

Allen felt a bit embarrassed explaining what sex and life were to Lala, considering her age. To a doll maker, a doll is as old as the time you spent starting to create them, until the time they 'die'. Allen had only created Lala eight years ago, fusing her with Innocence only a short three years ago. Allen had began creating Guzol 13 years ago, he hadn't completed the doll until the year before he started Lala.

"Lala, there are some books on my shelf that talk about it in better detail. Stop hounding Master for information."

Allen and Lala both stirred slightly from Guzol's sudden outburst, for the doll rarely talked. Guzol coughed a few times and moved his blankets over his shoulder to shield him from the cold. Allen silently thanked Guzol and stood up to leave. Lala scrabbled over to the bookshelf in the room to find the book. Allen always loved the fact that the young girl loved to acquire new information, but it was sometimes a hassle. Allen left the two to their privacy, closing the door behind him as he left and headed to the shop. He wanted to distract himself from the mess he had encountered today.

-OO-

By the time Allen had rushed himself to bed (so he would pass out on the floor) it had been around five in the morning and unfortunately he was awakened at approximately 20 minutes after he had put himself to bed. Lala had been yelling in his face about something he couldn't understand and Allen shoved the young girl away from him.

"What?"

"Master, you have a package to sign for."

Allen groaned and forced himself out of the bed. He stomped down the hall to go to the front of the shop. There he saw two young men dressed in one piece suits, each looking irritated. They both sported caps that had their mail service printed on them. Both men sighed in relief when they saw Allen coming out with Lala rushing behind him.

"Yes?"

"We have a package here, for an, Allen Waler?"

"You mean Walker?"

The man who had spoken looked back at his clip board and then back to Allen.

"Yes, my bad."

"Your apologies indeed. And I am Allen Walker."

"We need to see your ID."

Allen rolled his eyes and asked that Lala go retrieve his ID from his bedroom. All three men were standing in silence for a while before one of the delivery men broke the silence.

"So is your hair naturally white, or..?"

"Trauma."

"Right, right. And the arm?"

"Same."

Again the three men were met with a now awkward silence. Each man silently wished Lala would hurry back with Allen's ID so they could get rid of the awkwardness of this event.

"Nice boxers."

Allen's face flushed lightly at the mention of his state of, un-dress. So he liked to sleep in his boxers, big deal. At least it wasn't the nude.

Thank God it wasn't the nude.

"Your daughters cute."

"She's not my daughter."

"Master! I found it."

Both delivery men's eyes practically flew out of their skulls at the mention of the word 'master'. They watched at Allen listened to Lala's explanation of why she could not find it. Allen nodded and turned back to the men, showing his ID and then giving it back to Lala so he had two free hands to sign for his rather large package. It looked big enough to fit a body. Hopefully it wasn't a dead body, he really hoped it wasn't a dead body.

"Here you are. I will be taking this off your hands."

Allen reached for his large package and dragged it into his home with much effort (and Lala's help). The men had left and Allen looked over the large box with curiosity. He read over the return address and saw it was from 'Takashi Sumiya'. A large smile broke through Allen's face and suddenly his tiredness disappeared and he rushed to open the package. Once he had opened the top he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What the bloody hell?"

Inside of the box was a boy. Allen couldn't tell if said boy was alive or dead, but Allen really hoped it wasn't the latter. Allen stepped closer to the box and reached and unwilling hand inside. He pressed two fingers to the boys neck and felt no pulse. He withdrew his hand and tried to pretend that he had, in fact, felt a pulse. Was Tasaki mad? Sending someone a body is probably illegal, a dead one is probably off the charts of criminal record!

"Where the fuck am I?"

Allen jumped and turned around to see that the boy was awake and looking around at his surroundings. The boy had long, raven hair, pale skin, and a large mark from where his Innocence had been placed. Every doll that was fused with Innocence had markings, but Allen had never seen one like this. The young man crawled closer to the confused doll and caressed the exposed marking. The raven haired let out a surprised mewl and pushed Allen away from him.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't just come up to me to and start touching me, freak. Now tell me where the hell I am."

"Well you are currently sitting in Master's shop here in, Cane, California. From your accent I can tell that you are from where Master Takashi is from, Japan isn't it? I would love to come visit one day. What's the food like there? Is it pretty? Do you Japanese discriminate against Master's kind?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I am Lala Walker. I am one of the dolls created by Master Allen."

Allen had completely forgotten that Lala was still in the room and jumped at the sound of the young girl's voice. The raven hair doll stood up from his place in the box (that Allen could now see was lined with cotton blanket) and brushed his backside. He had on a thin kimono covering his lower half, the top half looked like it had been taken off before he was placed in the box, and nothing else. Allen sighed and tried to register what exactly was happening at this moment. He had just received an asshole doll from his, clearly, deranged social partner and the doll clearly had no idea that any of this was going to be taking place (floating the same boat Allen was in).

"This is going to a long day."

-OO-

"Yes, I understand. Thank you for the….gift, if that's what you want to call it."

"No problem Allen. I feel that I have created something much better with this doll. He is indeed very special. And by the way, please do not turn your back on him. He gets rather, frisky on the occasion if his energy is running low and he does not have food."

"Frisky? What do you-hello? Hello?"

Allen hung up the phone a bit irritated with the older gentleman and his lack of explanation. What did he mean by getting frisky. Well, he would find out sooner or later. At least he had a little bit of information on the doll. His name was Yuu Kanda (and he preferred that everyone called him 'Kanda'), he was 19 years old, and had a very bad temper that got even worse when he was low on energy. Allen could understand being a bit irritated with the lack of food in the system, but with how Kanda' s usual attitude was, it seemed like he would be much worse when he was hungry. Allen went into Guzol and Lala's room to get some clothing that he believed would fit Kanda, he and Guzol were about the same height. Just as he collected some clothing, the phone rang again. Allen went back to the living room to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Allen, it's Lavi! How've you been? Still makin' dolls I hear."

"Yes, my good friend, that it the case. How are you? It's been, what, a year since you've last shown your face in this town?"

"Haha, yeah you know works got me movin' 'round so much I don't know what to do with myself. But good news is they've given me a semi-permanent job back in Cane so that I can be closer to home and stop worrying so much. Pretty sweet, eh?"

Allen chuckled at his friends choice of words. But it was nice to know that he could have another part of his past closer to him, even if it would only be for a short while. Lavi's job had him constantly moving from place to place, so much Lavi had sold most of his possessions so he would have too many things to unpack when he moved to a new home. Allen let a small smile creep to his lips. He had always harbored feelings for the young man ever since he met him way back when he first moved to Cane. Lavi had always been nice to him, but that's how he was with everyone so Allen didn't feel too particularly special.

"Well, I can't wait until you come home. I've missed you, Lavi."

"I've missed you too man. So how are things there? Lenalee still walkin'? Did Jean ever get new skates? Is Skinn still runnin' that candy store?"

"Things are…fine. I've just come back from traveling myself so I haven't gotten around too much. But I did visit Lenalee and she is doing fine. She's strongly showing symptoms though. But she's strong, she can get through this. And I did see Jean skating by the shop this morning with Leo, he was still wearing those same old skates. And Skinn's store was open when I walked past it yesterday."

Allen got a good laugh at Lavi's reaction's toward the news. They talked for a few more minutes before Lavi announce that he had to go, and they both bid a goodbye. Allen hung up the phone and yawned before taking the clothes he had gotten for Kanda to the bath room. Allen knocked and asked for permission before entering and set the clothes on the floor inside. Allen yawned again and headed for his room to get a well deserved rest.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you like this chapter. Please review!