YES, I CHANGED PART ONE INTO THE PROLOGUE AND MARKED IT AS COMPLETE. THIS IS THE SORT-OF SEQUEL. SORRY.

this is like a continuation of On the Contrary, so the chapters will be on-going instead of starting again with "Chapter One".

if you haven't read that, please do, or you will be confused. thank yer.

anyroad,

I'm actually pleasantly surprised of how much the ranks shifted. The top suicidal man is now Cozart, instead of (THE ANUS BUTT-MONKEY KING OF ALL BUTT-MONKEYS) Xanxus.

I can't help but troll on that.

TROLLOLOLOLOLOLOL

and Reborn's total votes are going up.

U PPL ARE SO WONDERFULLY SICK ZEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

and now that the total number of votes have surpassed the 40-mark, i shall limit the number of votes to only one, and the falling choices of suicidal men will be dropped.

GOOD-BYE MY BELOVED TROLL-FACE I'LL MISS YOU TO DEATH

ah, i'll miss Fon too. *SOB*

btdubs, i was really happy that some ppl voted for him. u guys made my day~ -hearts-

the poll will be closed when the total votes top at least 50-something to 60.

yes, it saddens me too.

i've also decided to tone down my craziness. i have a feeling that some of you don't take me seriously when i say something important, and you think i'm joking.

so sorry, but i gotta. more sadness.

I WROTE LIKE FIVE DIFFERENT SCENARIOS BEFORE SETTLING ON THIS ONE.

*SOB* THIS SHOWS HOW MUCH I SUCK AT FIRST CHAPTERS.

Part One

Correlations.

"Everyone, in some way, is connected, whether you like it or not."

Chapter Five

And Now, You May...

"I am not wearing a dress."

Tsunahime crossed her arms and gave her father a defiant look. Reborn smirked, looking smug as the nearby attendees were torn between trying to flirt or praise the most famous hitman in the world. Then it fell as his daughter shot them a glare and they scurried away, scared and fully convinced she was his offspring(?).

The hitman rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Look, personally, I don't care what you wear." He waved at the direction of his ex-wife's room, just next door. "But if you want to make Nana happy," he jerked his thumb at the tacky dress behind him, "you really don't have a choice."

The brunette looked past her father and to the bright pink gown. She shivered at how stupid she would look in it. She looked at Reborn with pleading eyes. "But-"

"No buts."

Tsunahime scowled and stomped her foot in frustration, something Reborn thought was impossibly cute for such a fiery girl. She glared at the dress, as if doing that would make the ornate clothing burn up to nothing, then puffing up her cheeks and directing her eyes at the carpeting floor, her arms now lowered and gripping the bottom edge of her hoodie.

Reborn chuckled at his daughter's childish actions, turning his head around to take a clear look at the dress. "Well, that thing is a horrid excuse for a dress..." He looked down at his fiery daughter, smiling crookedly at her hopeful gaze. "I can't not make you wear a dress, but it won't hurt to choose a different one."

The brunette scrunched up her nose, an adorable habit both she and her twin brother shared and tended to do when they heard or saw something super funky. "It's still a dress," she grumbled, but walking over to the array of dresses anyway.

The hitman smiled fondly at his daughter and went over to her, his eyes scanning the clothes. The one at the end caught his attention and he reached over, plucking it out. It was a deep orange, the silky fabric giving a shiny sheen to it that reminded him of blazing flames. He laughed deep in this throat at how fitting it was for her, the sound coming out as a warm baritone vibrato.

Tsunahime glanced over at her father, wondering what made him laugh like that. She saw the dress in his hands and let out a whispered gasp, her eyes sparkling appreciatively. Reborn saw her facial expression and laughed some more, earning himself a faint blush. He handed the garment to her and went out the room, shutting the door behind him.

Tsunahime all but tore her clothes off, eager to put the sunset orange dress. The strapless A-line style a little too revealing and snug for her comfort, but the color and texture were more than enough to convince her to wear it. The gown had no other added decorations besides the rippling flare that smoothed out from the torso. Simple and elegant, just the way she liked it.

She'd managed to put it on, but the zipper was too tiny for her to grasp and pull. After a few tries, she sighed in resignation and went over the the door, opening it and calling out to the hitman, who was leaning on the other door as if on guard (which he probably was).

Reborn pushed himself off, giving his daughter a questioning look. "What is it?"

Tsunahime turned around so he saw her open back and looked over her shoulder at it. "The zipper's too small. Close it for me."

The hitman complied, snickering at her unbashful attitude. He patted her back and spun her back around, stepping back to see her in full-body. His daughter was definitely eye-catching. "I'm such a wonderful father," he said flamboyantly, flipping the hair that wasn't there, "you should consider yourself lucky."

The petite brunette grinned and laughed at his antics, placing her hands at her hips. "Yeah, sure." She pushed him lightly, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Whatever you say, my wonderful father." Closing the door behind her, she headed toward the room where her mother was changing. "Did they have to arrange their wedding here? I mean, it's pretty damn ironic if you ask me," she said, frowning slightly.

Nana had decided to have her and Iemitsu's marriage at the biggest church in Italy, inviting all of their friends. The decision was simply just black humor to Tsunahime, considering more than half of the people were going to or already connected to mafia in some or other way. God be damned if all of them were. In fact, she didn't doubt that it was true.

"What, she can't spoil herself once in a while?" Reborn walked beside her, matching her pace.

Tsunahime gave her father a pointed look and then rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. I'm bet ninety-percent of the people coming the the wedding today have some kind of weapon they're hiding." With her father's line of work, she was probably right. Reborn's low chuckle confirmed it.

Tsunahime stopped in front of her mother's dressing room and knocked on the door. "Mama? Can I come in?"

The door opened widely, and the petite brunette was greeted by the most beautiful woman in the world. At least, the most beautiful in her viewpoint. Nana was glowing, her entire being shining like the sun. Her mother was so happy that Tsunahime made a mental note to herself to give her soon-to-be step-father her consent of approval.

Nana put her hands to her mouth, smiling as wide as the horizon. She went over to her daughter, grasping the fifteen-year-old's hands with one gloved hand and using the other to touch the side of the younger brunette's face.

"You look so pretty, Tsu-chan," she cooed, pride gleaming in her kind yet strong-willed eyes. The bride looked past her daughter and at the silent hitman behind her, giggling. "What in the world did you do to make her wear a dress? I can only imagine."

Reborn cracked a grin, but his eyes were distant, as if he were seeing something long and far away into the past. "Only imagine," he murmured, echoing his ex-wife's astonished words.

Tsunahime turned around, furrowing her eyebrows. She hadn't missed the strange tone in her father's usual blunt and steely voice. She knew that he still had quite the soft spot for Nana, but to this degree...

The brunette faced her mother, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mama, but I think I should go check on Lambo." Her youngest brother was in good care, actually, but Nana didn't need to know that. Reborn was far too out of it for his good.

Her mother nodded in understanding, giggling some more. "You're such a wonderful sister, Tsu-chan. Could you see if Tsu-kun is alright as well?" Her daughter nodded, going to her father. But before she could even touch him, she heard a horrified gasp from her mother. The brunette whipped around, alarmed, but then blinked in confusion when she saw Nana staring at her feet. "Um... what's wrong?"

Without answering Nana hurried over to the mess of pumps on the floor, digging around in the pile for a few minutes until she yanked out two matching stiletto heels. She turned back around with a victorious look on her face, and set them right in front of Tsunahime's feet, saying, "wear these. They'll look so much better with the dress than those boots."

Tsunahime paled at how high the heels were, but unable to deny her mother, she reluctantly slid out of her beloved boots and knelt, gingerly putting the pumps on. "I am so going to die in these," she groaned, quietly so that Nana didn't hear her. She stood slowly, scrunching her nose up at how weird it felt to see things in a taller height.

"Well," she started, taking a cautious, wobbly step to turn herself around, "I'll be going, Mama. Can't wait to see you at the wedding." If I don't trip and die 'til then, that is.

"I hate suits," Tsuna declared, muttering under his breath as he stared at himself in the mirror.

He looked absolutely ridiculous. The collar damn near choked him, and the tie wasn't helping at all. People like his father and soon-to-be step-brother looked good in them, not frail boys like him. It was as if he were a little boy trying the mimic the older men and getting looks that said he was cute when he was expecting the same respect as them.

With a sigh he picked up his mittens and rubbed them on his cheeks, smiling at the ever-present warmth they gave him. Then he felt the worn wool, the fine lines of sewn hems, and frowned. He sighed again, this time with a more tired tone. They were falling apart, and his mother's sewing could only do so much.

He'd expected it, but he was still sad that they weren't going to last much longer. They'd done more than warm his hands. They were his source of comfort, a reminder that there were people who accepted as he was when bullies said he was no-good and useless, that no one wanted him.

They were irreplaceable, and no matter how soft or pleasing to look at, there would be none other pair of mittens that would ever come to compare to these.

Tsuna shook his head sadly and looked down at them, tracing the numerous sewn lines that stitched his wonderful mittens together with his fingers. He didn't want to part with them just quite yet, and had a feeling his everyday times would feel wrong without them being there in his pockets.

I wish I could do something to help you, he thought to his woolly mittens, and cracked a wry smile. How silly. As if they could hear me. Yet, Tsuna hoped they could, somehow. He imagined, in another world, they were something that was very important to his life. They were something that he would be nothing without.

With extreme caution, he folded them and put them in his pockets, then pulled his suit jacket over the bulge they formed in his slacks so they wouldn't be noticed. And with a final sigh, he went out the room and began to search for the main chapel.

If she had known how long the sermon was, she would have sneaked in some kind of music player to listen to.

Tsunahime sighed quietly through her nose, staring at the serene form of her mother. She looked so peaceful and content. And so beautiful, she added silently. The brunette sat in the very last row, right on the outer edge. Reborn sat next to her. He hadn't uttered a single word since he'd seen his ex-wife in the changing room.

She hated to admit, but she was concerned for the hitman. It was unusual for him to be so quiet near her. She knew that if he'd been acting normally, he would have cracked some corny joke about the event by now.

The brunette let out a relieved sigh as she heard Iemitsu recite his vows. It was finally getting over with. She also heard muttering coming from Reborn and turned her head to look at him, eyes widening when she saw that he was, too, saying the vows. Unable to find her voice, she reached over and grabbed his hand in hers, hoping it would provide some sort of emotional support.

After Nana had spoken hers, the priest spoke again in his droning voice, "and now, you may-"

"-kiss the bride," the hitman finished, whispering so quietly only his daughter could hear it. Tsunahime winced at the pressure her father was putting in his grip on her hand, but didn't say anything and merely squeezed gently back in reassurance. Reborn redirected his gaze to their clasped hands a second before Nana and Iemitsu sealed the deal, smiling in what was definitely relief and contentment.

The entire audience stood, cheering and clapping wildly in happiness for the newly wed. Tsunahime took the chance to get away from the event, pulling Reborn with her. Sure enough, no one noticed them slip out the open doors, too focused on the couple standing in the front.

The more distance she put between them and the main chapel, the more faint the noise became. Father and daughter didn't say anything as they walked side by side with their hands held together- their atmosphere said everything that had to be said between the two. In any normal circumstances, they would have been extremely embarrassed. But at the current moment, they were fine with it and didn't care if anyone saw.

They ended up in the dining room, which was twice the size of the chapel. Tsunahime gaped at the many variety of foods lining the walls, and then laughed at herself for acting like such a foreigner. She heard her father snicker and gave him a look, but quickly dissolved into more laughter as she failed to keep her face straight. She let go of his hand and went over to the nearest chair, sighing tiredly. Reborn sat behind her.

"This marriage shit takes too long," the brunette grumbled, crossing her legs from under the skirts of her beautiful dress. "What time is it?"

Reborn didn't even look down at his watch when he answered. "Around nine." He smirked in amusement as his daughter counted off the time from when the wedding started and ended.

Tsunahime's nose crinkled up cutely. "Wow. Three hours, huh?" Then she bent, hitching up her gown, and began to undo the straps of her high heels. She let out a breath of relief and wriggled her now-free toes, laughing when she saw the look on Reborn's face as she did so. She picked the pumps up and set them on the chair next to her, swinging her legs back and forth.

"Those things are pure hell," she said with a cheeky grin, shivering when her feet touched the cold marble floor. Bracing herself, she stood. She let out a little sound as the cold bit on the soles of her feet, but pranced to the center anyway, her laughs resounding throughout the chamber. She held out her hands at her father, smiling widely as she beckoned him over. "Teach me how to dance!"

Tsunahime grinned broadly as he rolled his eyes at her childish behavior but stood and came to her anyway. She laced her hands together behind the nape of his neck and made a face as he placed his on her waist, snickering as he made a face of his own. "Just so you know, it'll hurt like crazy if you step on me."

Reborn raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "Please." He grinned in a crooked fashion. "I'm too much of a pro to do that. But if you're that scared..." He trailed off, earning himself a questioning look. Tightening the grip on his daughter's waist, he lifted her off her feet and put her back down on top of his dress shoes. "There. Better?"

The petite brunette grimaced, then quirked a smile. "Actually, no. Too close." Even though she said that, she made no move to get off and squeaked in surprise when the hitman started to move.

They managed about five minutes of dancing before the mob came in. Nana and Iemitsu were in the very front, and were the first ones to see them. The bride giggled at her daughter and ex-husband while the groom gaped at them. "Aw, you took the first dance before we could!"

Instead of getting embarrassed and letting go of her father, Tsunahime merely grinned, cackling like a witch at the expression on her now-official step-father. "Then take the second one before Ieyatsu ("Hey!") and Tsuna do!"

With that, Iemitsu shook himself out of his stupor and asked his newly-wed wife for a dance. With a blush and another giggle, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began to dance to phantom music. Tsunahime saw her twin brother's face redden and smirked as her now-step-brother took his hand and dragged the petit boy to an empty space and initiated a dance as well.

That started a butterfly effect, and people were asking their friends if they wanted to dance while the already-matched couples took their place on the floor. The band hurried to the platform, setting their instruments up. In less than ten minutes there were people dancing everywhere and music echoing in the chamber.

Reborn danced his way throughout the entire dining/ball room, smiling as his daughter laughed whenever they twirled, her dress billowing out like the rays of the setting sun. Eyes were swept their way as they passed, awed at how happy the brunette looked. The other two couples that did the same were the newly-weds and step-brothers.

She saw her mother in the corner of her eye as she spun, and turned her head to see her more clearly. Nana looked completely at peace, leaning her head on her husband's chest. Curious, the petite brunette did the same, tightening her arms around Reborn's neck. She closed her earth brown eyes, listening to her father's heartbeat.

"That's funny," she murmured, almost in a tired way, "your heart beats."

Reborn raised his eyebrows. "Of course it does. How else would I live?"

"Ehehe." Tsunahime smiled as a memory came back to her. "Me and Tsuna always used to say that yours wouldn't, because it's made out of stone."

The hitman snorted and pinched her waist, earning himself a yelp. "Haha," he mock-laughed, "is that so? Prepare yourself for punishment." He began to tickle her, grinning evilly and not letting her go even as she stuttered breathy apologies and pleads to stop between her laughter.

The brunette caught her mother's gaze and a silent agreement passed between the two. Then, without warning, she slipped out of Reborn's arms and spun into her step-father's the same time her mother landed into her ex-husband's, laughing like there was no tomorrow all the way. She circled her arms around Iemitsu's neck, snickering at his shocked expression.

Calming down, she spoke in soft tones. "Don't look so scared, Iemitsu," she chastised, smiling, "I'm not going to bite you." She paused, tilting her head, then added, "or kick you." Seeing how pale her step-father was, she grinned, amused.

"But in all seriousness," she said, smiling softly, "I want to give you my consent." She wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, that sounded pretty obnoxious, didn't it? I meant to say that I want you to feel comfortable around me from now on. It would be weird for a father to look like he'd seen a ghost every time he's with his daughter, right?"

Iemitsu nodded, relaxing when he saw that she wasn't going to threaten or hurt him in any way. Tsunahime grinned cheekily, using her bare feet to spin them around. "Okay, well, I've got only one more thing to say before I switch again." She thought for a bit, humming. Then her face brightened. "That's right!" Tsunahime loosened her grip and let her arms swing freely at her sides. "I also want to thank you, for making Mama happy. It's been a while since she'd ever spoiled herself."

With that she twirled to her still-dancing brothers. Using her hip to bump Tsuna out of Giotto's arms, she grabbed her twin's hands and spun him into their new father, taking his place as Giotto's partner. Tsuna stammered an apology as he collided with the sturdy man, jumping in surprise as Iemitsu laughed with his booming voice at his step-son's shy and humble attitude.

"What the shit," the twenty-five-year-old Italian blond grumbled, making a face as she grabbed his hands and pulled him closer. Tsunahime smirked at his unease, then grinned wolfishly at his grimace when she slid even closer. "That's not nice, Ieyatsu," she purred, purposefully using his first name and putting a more than necessary emphasis to it.

Giotto scowled, leaning backward in an attempt to make some space between them, and failed as she noticed and pressed against him so that their chests were touching. "Don't-"

"-call me by my first name," Tsunahime finished for him, rolling her eyes and chortling at his discomfort. "I know. That's why I said it, you dunce." Before he could retort, she spoke again. "Say, what makes me so different from Tsuna, anyway? We look almost alike, don't we?"

Giotto scoffed. "Yeah. But he's better than you in lots of other ways. He's-"

"-he's kind, he's caring, he's sweet, he's cute, he's adorable, he's polite, he's selfless, he's everything I'm not and just can't be." Tsunahime smiled wryly, her face smug yet wistful. She chuckled at the speechless expression on the blond's handsome face, pulling away so they didn't look like they were stuck together like glued paper. "I know that too. Do you know that he has Gynophobia as well? He's also scared of dogs, especially the chihuahua on the end of the street."

Giotto raised his eyebrows. "He's afraid of women and little annoying mutts? How does that happen?" He smiled at the possibilities, laughing quietly at them. Tsunahime shrugged, looking like she didn't care. "Who knows? You can ask him." Then she looked at Giotto straight in the eye, in all seriousness. "Are you really going to let Tsuna in this mafia business?"

Her step-brother fell silent, his crystalline-blue eyes lowered. His face had a pained look. "I-... I don't have a choice. Either tell him now and prepare him for what's coming in the future, or risk him being dead because he has no clue what's going on." He took a deep breath before continuing. "He's like Pandora's Box. So many powers are inside him, and others are willing to do anything to get a hold of them."

Tsunahime closed her eyes, letting out a shaky exhale. "I see. Did you make him fall in love with you just because he's some weapon of mass destruction? Or-"

"That's not it! I love Tsunayoshi. I love him so much, it hurts." The intensity of his gaze and his words struck a chord in the brunette. They were so nostalgic, but she couldn't remember who he reminded her of. "He's the only reason I haven't tried to kill myself!"

Tsunahime looked into Giotto's sky-blue eyes, trying to look through his well-made barrier to his true emotions, to see if he was lying or not. "So you're going to let him into a world that even made you want to commit suicide?" She rolled her eyes. "Two peas in a pod, I swear. Look, don't worry about Tsuna. He's stronger than you think."

The petite brunette smiled brightly, missing how the blond's eyes widened at it. "After all, he is Reborn's son." She saw his face and gave him a questioning look. "What?"

Giotto chuckled, smiling in a disarming way. "Nothing, just... You and Tsuna aren't so different as you think."

A spray of pink tinted Tsunahime's cheeks, and she giggled quietly. "Don't go cheating on my brother with me, you two-timer."

With a laugh she detached herself from her step-brother and spun away, gleefully ignoring his protests and heading to the vast row of foods instead. She grabbed a plate and heaped random bits of food onto it, giving them hardly a thought. Then she trotted to the nearest chair, a fork in hand and the plate of mystery in the other.

Her eye twitched involuntarily as she looked at the delicacies on her paper plate properly now. She rolled over what looked like snails slathered in green vomit with the plastic utensil in her hand. What in the world?

"Those are escargots from France."

Tsunahime looked up and damn near dropped her plate.

"The snails themselves aren't such a batch of peas, but the pesto sauce on them get a good kick at you."

The stranger had hair the color of red apples, a vivid and deep shade that other such redhead's didn't have. He was tall and had a lanky build, but something told her that he wasn't to be underestimated. He looked like he was in his late teens, and was as equally - if not more - handsome as her step-brother and father, but his aura had a more amiable feel to it.

His eyes. Dear God, his eyes. They didn't have pupils, instead having a shape similar to the outline of the four major points of a rose compass. They were red, red, red. The rich, lucid red that was darker than his hair and shined like rubies. They drew her in like gravity, entrancing her in a way nothing had ever done.

Realizing that she was staring, Tsunahime ducked her head to hide her raging blush. "Oh, re- really?" She mentally punched herself for sounding so lame. She heard him chuckle and flushed all the way to the tips of her fingers. Embarrassed beyond belief, she bit the bottom of her lip and set her quite-full plate aside, rising from her seat.

The petite brunette turned around, her hair casting a shadow over her eyes. "Excuse me," she mumbled, starting toward the open doors of the ballroom.

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Tsunahime felt a rush of cooling warmth spread throughout her body as his fingers closed around her wrist. Her eyes flickered back and forth between earth brown and sunset orange, the temperature of the air around her head rising. She looked at him, and something inside her exploded open.

A bright orange flame burst on her forehead, skyrocketing high above her for second before settling down. Her eyes glowed the same brilliant color as the fire burning on top of her head, and her feet no longer felt so cold.

She saw the same thing happen to the stranger, except his flame was a reddish-brown color and additional points appeared on his rose-compass pupils. His hand was hot, searing on her skin. But unlike her, he seemed happily content, as if he were expecting it to happen and glad that it finally did.

The sound of Giotto calling out to her twin brother made her break eye contact with the alluring young man, and her bright orange eyes widened as she saw that both her brothers were in the same predicament as her. But while twenty-year-old didn't look effected by it, Tsuna was bent over with an agonized look on his face.

The hands that were clutching his head were covered by armored gloves of some sort that were slowly morphing into something else. They touched the flame on his forehead, and the orange blazes enveloped them as well. Alarmed, Tsunahime started forward to her brother, shouting his name.

The grip on her wrist tightened, stopping the brunette in her tracks and making her wince. She turned back around to face him, confusion clear in her expression. Her blazing eyes scanned his ornate ones, wondering what he wanted from her.

He moved his hand so that it held hers, and brought her hand to his lips, kissing its back tenderly. He pulled back, straightening, and chuckled at her blush. He flipped her hand up and placed something in her palm, moving her fingers so they closed into a fist around the object. Then he leaned in close, tugging her gently to him.

"My name is Cozart Shimon." Tsunahime shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear. "Keep my treasure safely for me until we meet again..." He moved his head higher, and placed a sweet kiss on her bare forehead, the flame on it having long been extinguished. "...my beloved Princess."

Then he let go, and walked away, giving her one last crooked smile as he turned. Tsunahime couldn't move, even though she wanted to chase after him. It wasn't until that he was gone and out of her sight that she remembered the item in her hand. She uncurled her fingers slowly, and inspected it.

It was a ring. There was no inlaid gem of any sort, just a hexagon-shaped outline with wrapped-bandage patterns inside. Looking closer at it, she saw writing inscribed along the edges. It was in a language she wasn't familiar with, but carved on the back of the hexagon was the word "Shimon", bold and clear.

His last name, she realized, thinking to herself. Tsunahime shook her head and made a fist around the ring. The fiery orange faded back into the original earth brown. Her feet felt unbearably cold.

Steeling herself, she made her way to her brother.

Next Chapter

Knock And It Shall Be Opened Unto You.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH *SOBSOBSOBSOBSOBSOB*

IT TOOK MORE THAN THREE DAYS TO DO THIS

I KNOW IT'S A LOT TO TAKE IN BUT PLEASE BEAR WITH ME

also, i'm not going to bother fixing anything that i missed.

too long.

IF I MISSED IT I MISSED IT OKAY? IT'S NOT LIKE I'LL DIE IF I DON'T CORRECT IT.

about the sudden Cozart appearance...

he's like the top person so i thought, why not?

also, i am very sad to say this, but

THE NEXT UPDATE WILL BE APPEARING SOMETIME NEXT WEEK.

yes, sadness...

i have to go to the Poconos for some church retreat which MY FFFFFFFFFFFFF OF A MOTHER DID NOT ASK ME IF I WANTED TO GO OR NOT TO

sigh.

so, leik, this will have to satisfy you ppl until the next one comes.

in fact, i'm working on it. i hav like, half a thousand words done.

yes, i know. not a big progress.

BUT WHATEV.

don't forget to vote on the poll~

AND REVIEW DAMMIT. I EXPECT AT LEAST TEN TO LOOK FORWARD TO WHEN I RETURN, YOU PPL HEAR ME IWANT TO SEE TEN

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