Hey people. I know I've been basically dead for the past few months. Sorry about that. Laptop malfunctions and all that wonderful chiz. Well, here's another one of my lame fics. If you want to flame, ok. I'm getting over my fear of being insulted. Here you go.
The phantom of the leaf opera.
"Sold! Thank you sir. Can I please have your name?" the auctioneer asked as his assistants carried the large poster to the man who just paid for it. The man gave his name and walked out now having what he came there for. As he left, a carriage rolled up and an old man was helped out. His black, long hair showed no sign that he was almost 70 years of age. Two lines went from the bridge of his nose to the side of his cheeks. His onyx eyes held dark secrets and the true history behind the opera house now hosting the auction. He adjusted the hat on the top of his head and straightened the collar of his shirt was wrinkled, cracked fingers.
The medics assisting him rolled him in his wheel chair to the inside. He looked around at the scene before him. The opera house appeared dead with its cobweb and dust covered furnishings. "Next lot!" the man at the podium called. His suit was black and he had a dim grey shirt on under it. He swung the mallet down to call attention and to announce the next lot. His tie was crooked and he didn't make any sign to say he was going to attempt to fix it. His white disheveled hair was spiked all over the place and pulled back into a pony tail behind his head. Red lines ran from under his eyes to the underside of his face. On his finger, a toad ring glistened in the faint light the windows offered the room. "Lot 6091988. A music box. A simple wood box and on top, a snake with the pattern of three comas in a triangle running down along its back. Still in working condition. Found in the depths of the opera house." One of the two men who had helped carry the other man's poster held up the odd box and turned a key in the back. The played a simple tune that touched two particular people in the room. "Can I start the bid at 30 ryo?" the man in the wheel chair raised his hand. "Do I hear 35?" the other person effected the most raised her hand. Her hair was a grey shade now, in Lu of the black that almost appeared a dark blue in the light it used to be. Her sad grey eyes showed how nervous she always was. A necklace around her neck showed the sign of the hidden leaf village.
She raised a shaking hand up. "40 ryo?" the man who stood at the podium, Jiraiya, asked. The man in the wheel chair raised his hand once more. The woman, whose name was Hinata, looked over at the man. He looked into her grey eyes as she looked into his sad, old, onyx ones. Jiraiya looked over at Hinata again. "45?" he asked. She looked at him then back to the wheel chaired man. She made up her mind and then shook her head. "alright." He smacked his mallet down. "Sold! To the viscount de Uchiha." He stated. The man who held the box walked over and put it into its new owners lap. He thoughtfully picked it up and ran his hand across the snake's body. It was so life like. It appeared as though it could come to life in his touch. The green slit eyes watched unseeingly over all that moved and sat in-front of its prying deep eyes.
"He talked about you a lot. Your skin that was so real, your eyes as dark green as emeralds. Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?" he asked the inanimate object, almost as if he expected an answer from the machine. "Next lot!" he yelled like the last one. The smack of wood against wood rang out in the room. "Lot 7231993(A/N: first person who can comment and tell me what the lot numbers mean gets a chapter in this fan fiction in their honor.). A chandelier that was involved in the mystery of the phantom of the leaf opera house. A mystery, never fully explained. My assistants wired it up with the new electric lights so we can see what it was like before the accident that sent it crashing. Let's light it up and see if we can illuminate the unrested spirits, of so many years ago." He looked over to his two assistants who were currently by a large tarp covered object.
Hinata looked over to the covered chandelier at the same time the viscount did. Jiraiya nodded and they lifted the curtain sending the viscount and Hinata down memory lane to a time when the opera was fully functioning, thriving, and vocal, when they were sold out at every show, and when Naruko Uzumaki, the girl who was the part of the mystery, was still alive and well…..
A few years back
The velvet seats were empty and the stage was still being used for rehearsals. The cleaning ladies listened and did their jobs as the final rehearsals played on. People in the back were scrambling to get to their spots. Two ballerinas in particular were rushing before kakashi, the head dance instructor, saw they were missing from warm-ups. "N-Naruko! Wait up!" a young Hinata Hyuga called to her friend running ahead of her. "Hinata! I can't! If you and I are late, it would be the 6th time this week alone! We have to hurry!" she called back and only picked up her pace. Hinata sighed and speed up like her rushing friend.
When they arrived at the dance area, they quickly covered the bottom of their shoes in the powder box and joined the rest of the dancers. Kakashi noticed they had arrived just then but shook it off. He was always late himself to rehearsals so he would be a hypocrite if he told them off about it. On the stage, Sakura Haruno was warming up and staring her song for the opera. Here bubble gum pink hair was hidden mostly by a large head dress on her head. Her dress was incomplete but still looked stunning….. Just not on her. Her green eyes were mostly covered in thick stage make up. She held up a fake head in her left hand and extended her right in a dramatic gesture. "This trophy from our saviors! From our saviors! From the enslaving force of Rome!" Sakura screeched out like a cat going through a cheese grater.
She turned dramatically as the male chorus walked out in perfectly straight lines. "With feasting and dancing and song! Tonight in celebration! We great the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation!" they were dressed as warriors in armor. Some carried flags that were red with gold embroidery. The leaf symbol in the center of all of them. "The trumpet of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on ground, hear the drums! Hannibal comes!" Leading the line of men was Ino Yamanaka. Her blond hair was pulled back and pinned so she looked like a man. She wore more extravagant armor then the men and held a helmet under her arm. Her face, like Sakura's, was plastered with heavy stage make up.
"Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp!" she belted out in her more masculine sounding voice. Just as she was about to continue, the opera's manager, Obito Uchiha (1), walked out on stage. He had one long blond haired person with him. His eyes were a cheery blue color. He wore a button up shirt and dress pants. His shoes were a nice black almost leather material.
The other person with him was a bored looking red head. His eyes were maroon in color. He wore a nice suit with a tie that was a midnight black. He wore a white ring on his left thumb with the kanji for sphere on it. The blond had one on his right index finger with the kanji for blue green. "Um. Lady, gentlemen." The orchestra head, Iruka, said. "Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production on Chalumeau's Hannibal." Obito said to the two men with him. The blond, named Deidara, wasn't listening. He was too busy seething about being called a girl. The red head looked the performers over. "Monsieur Uchiha, I am rehearsing!" Iruka yelled at his manager.
Obito just looked at him and then turned away and looked at the performers. "Monsieur Iruka, Monsieur Kakashi. . . Ladies and gentlemen, please, if I could have your attention." Obito asked in a serious tone, which was rare for the kid like manager. "Thank you. As you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement." He turned to the two men with him and then back to the performers. "I can now tell you that these are all true…" Obito was about to finish when Sakura interrupted. "Ah-Ha! I knew it!" Ino came up and hit her in the shoulder. "Oww!" Sakura complained.
"Thank you Ino." Obito commented. She nodded. "Now, it is my greatest pleasure to introduce your new managers, Deidara and Sasori (2). They had made enough money in the… I'm sorry. What did you say you did again?" Obito asked. "Art.(3) We are both in the art business. I make puppets, he makes exploding clay sculptures." The sullen red head stated blankly. Naruko whispered in Hinata's ear "they must be rich." Hinata nodded. "I guess so." She said in her usual shy tone of voice. "And we are delighted to introduce our new patron.(4)" Deidara said excitedly. "The viscount de Uchiha." Sasori finished for his hyper friend.
Naruko's thoughts caught up to her when she heard it was the viscount. "It's Itachi! Before my father died from the nine tail's attack, we were good friends…. I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He used to call me his little kitsune." Naruko said. "That's so sweet." Hinata said. A tall black haired man came from the shadows and approached the men. His long black hair pulled back into a lose pony tail with a red ribbon behind his head at the base of his neck. His black eyes sent off a feeling of mystery and a cool-warmth. His smile showed off lines of perfect white teeth. He wore a suit like Sasori's but with a red tie and a white shirt instead of a blue shirt and black tie.
"It's a pleasure to be able to assist the opera monsieur Deidara and monsieur Sasori. My parents would be proud that the Uchiha's are supporting the arts." Deidara threw his hands in the air. "Thank you! At least someone knows I'm a guy!" He exclaimed. Sasori sent him a look. "Sorry." Deidara said. Obito cleared his throat. "Hey! I'm still here!" he said. All sense of professionalism that was shown earlier was replaced with how he usually appeared to his dancers. His childishness got the better of him.
"I apologize monsieur Obito." Itachi said in his suave, composed voice. "Please Itachi, we're family. No need for the formality." Obito said laughing. Itachi nodded. Obito was his cousin. "Very well Obito." He restated. "Much better. Now, let me introduce the leading soprano of the opera for five years now, Haruno Sakura." Sakura walked over and held her hand out for Itachi. He looked to his new partners questioningly. They shrugged. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, almost gagging at the smell of bad perfume that filled his nose. She blushed. Ino walked over and bumped Sakura out of her way. She held out her hand the same way.
"The lead alto for five years, Yamanaka Ino." Obito stated. Itachi did the same to Ino as he did for Sakura to her. This time at least the perfume wasn't as bad, but it still reeked. Ino smiled and walked over to Sakura. "Well." Itachi stated. "I believe I am keeping you from rehearsal. I shall be here tonight for the performance. I expect great things from this opera." He walked away and right past Naruko and Hinata. "He didn't recognize me." Naruko said in a hurt tone. "He just didn't see you Naruko." Hinata said in an attempt to console her best friend.
"If you please gentlemen." Kakashi said. "Stand to one side of the stage." Girls with slave attire came onto the stage and started there graceful dances. "We pride ourselves on your ballet here in the opera." Hinata was standing taller than the others at that point. "Who is that black haired angel?" Deidara asked. "My daughter. Hinata." Kakashi said in a stern tone giving him a look that said 'if you touch her, look at her the wrong way, or even think about her, I will gut you like a fish.' Deidara got the message and fell silent. Naruko was doing a dance in-front of the rest of the girls. "Who's that girl?" Sasori asked pointing to the girl. "Pretty but no relation I trust." He stated though it was more of a question. "Uzumaki Naruko. Very talented girl. Shows promise to make it somewhere." He said.
Sasori looked at him puzzled. "Any relation to the war hero, Uzumaki Minato?" Kakashi nodded. "His only child. She's who he sealed the beast inside. Stay on good terms with her." He said mockingly. "She's an orphan now and stays in the opera's dormitories." While they talked the chorus continued the song. "Hannibal's friends! The trumpeting elephant sound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to their step on the ground! Hear the drums! Hannibal comes!" The stage crew moved an elephant prop for Ino to climb onto but she fell off and just stood in-front of it. All they want is the dancing!" Sakura screamed in outrage. Obito looked at her. "Itachi seemed quite excited for the opera." Sakura stomped her foot like a toddler. "Well he better just like dancing girls! Because I'm not singing!" she yelled as she stomped her foot again.
Deidara got really nervous. "What do we do?" he asked really flipping out. Obito put his face in his hands. "Grovel. Grovel, grovel." He said. Sasori's expression was just blank. "right." He said. "Principessa Bella Diva!" Deidara yelled trying to flatter the tantrum throwing diva. "Si! Si! Si!" She responded still angry. "Goddess of song!" Sasori continued for his partner actually showing emotion (A/N: gasp! Actual emotion!). Deidara got over being shocked at Sasori and asked "Monsieur Iruka, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in act 3 of Hannibal?" Sasori looked at his partner like 'seriously?' but went on with it. "Perhaps the signora-?" Sakura smiled. "Yes, yes." But her smile faded and went back to the upset look she had before.
"But NO! Coz' I 'ave not my costume for act 3. Coz' SOMEONE not finish it! And I 'ate my hat!" She screamed and Ino walked over and put her hand on her best friends shoulder. "No, that's better." She laughs any sign that she was just upset were gone. "If my managers command! Monsieur Iruka?" he looked at her and bowed respectfully. "If my diva commands?" She glared. "Yes, I do!" "Will 2 bars be sufficient?" "Two bars is way more than enough." Sasori muttered to himself so only Deidara heard. He chuckled lightly. "Signora?" he asks. Sakura grabbed a spray bottle from a tray a worker carried and squirted some of the ruby red liquid into the back of her throat. "Maestro." She said putting her two arms in the air. "Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye…" She started. The women cleaning the rows of seat put in cotton balls so they didn't have to hear the banshee screeching on stage. The performers were almost certain that a small mouse died in the basement and the stage hands thought they heard glass shatter.
"Remember me, ever so often; please promise me you'll try…. On that day, that not so distant day, when you are far away and free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me…." As she sang, a cloaked figure was making his move through the rafters that supported the lights and backgrounds. He eventually got to his destination and took out a knife…. "Think of me, think of me…" As she hit that final note, a background fell and landed on her back sending her to the ground as she screamed.
"The Phantom of the Opera! He's with us, he's as ghost… He's here! The phantom of the opera!" The chorus shouted in all directions in horror of the event that had just occurred. As total pandemonium continued, Kakashi walked over to where he had just heard a soft thud and picked up a small letter with a seal that was three commas in the shape of a triangle. The wax was a blood red. From where he stood, he could see the rope that held the background to the ceiling rafters. He kneeled down and examined the end. A clean cut severed it. He smirked. 'Welcome back old friend.' He thought.
"Signora!" Obito yelled. "Are you alright? Uchiha! Where is Uchiha? Get that man down here! Chief of the flies. He's responsible for this." As he was called, a man ran up to the edge of one of the rafters and looked down at his ex-manager. When Obito saw him, he called up "Uchiha! For god's sake, man, what's going on up there? I mean, seriously, you're my cousin! That's why I hired you. But I didn't expect you to be this clumsy!" The Uchiha looked down at Obito. The man's hair was spiked in the back. It sort of looked like a ducks ass. His hair was pretty much the same color as Hinata's. His eyes were the same color as his brothers, the viscount, a deep onyx. But his sent of the feeling of darkness and danger. No warmth lied in the seas of black.
"I told you to call me Sasuke first of. Second, I wasn't at my station! There was no one at my station! And if there was, well then…. It must be a ghost…" He said in his haunting voice. Hinata looked over at her friend with a look of pure horror and fear. "He's there; the phantom of the opera." She said. Her tone more nervous than usual. "Good heavens!" Deidara said. "Will you show a little courtesy?" Kakashi, who had been examining the cut rope and letter up till that point, walked over. "I have a note from the opera ghost." He said and held out the letter. "Jesus!" Sasori said. "You're all obsessed!" he yelled at Kakashi and whoever was listening.
Kakashi just smirked and opened the letter. "He would like to welcome you to his opera house. He wishes that you keep box five" he pointed to a box with a view of the stage but the seat was hidden from view so whoever was inside was well hidden. "And would like to remind you that his salary is due." "His salary?" Sasori asked in utter shock. "Monsieur Uchiha paid him 20,000 ryo a month." He walked over and handed the usually calm red head the letter. "Unless you could afford more with the viscount as your supporter." He walked away down the hall and through the opera house.
At that point, Sakura had dusted herself off and was now throwing another tantrum. "THAT IS IT! I WILL NOT BE SINGING!" She screamed. "Where is my dog? Where is she!" She said as she ran off with the people who waited on her hot on her trail. Ino stuck her nose in the air and made an almost squeak like sound. "Amateurs." She said and walked away.
"Well." Obito said. "That's pretty much it. I wish you the best luck... Especially with her." He said and walked away. Sasori put his blank expression back on. "She'll be back." He said. "I don't think so." Kakashi said. "Last time she went on one of those tantrums, she didn't come back till the night before show. She left the day there was casting." "How long is in between each?" Deidara asked. "About 6 months." Kakashi stated in a serious tone.
"Please tell me there is at least an understudy for the role." Sasori said putting his face in his hands. "An understudy? For Sakura? I've never heard a crazier thing in my life!" Iruka said. "Naruko Uzumaki could sing the role monsieur. She has been well trained." Hinata said. Naruko looked wide eyed at her best friend then at the managers. "By whom I might ask?" Sasori questioned. "I do not know his name sir." She said.
"It's worth a shot." Deidara said. The girl moved center stage and looked down at Iruka with a thoughtful look in her eye. Iruka had been like a third father (third to Kakashi who had taken her into the opera house and raised her) to the girl. He smiled at the girl and then started the music. "Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me every so often- promise me you'll try." Everyone stopped and watched as the young chorus girl sang the song.
People who were there would say that she was like an angel, and her singing could even make the birds that have spent their whole lives singing, envious. The cleaning ladies pulled out the cotton in their ears and listened to the sweet words pouring out of the girl's mouth. "Dana, this is not good for my nerves." Deidara said putting his head on Sasori's shoulder. "Don't fret Deidara." He said.
Before anyone knew it, the performance was happening and Naruko was in the middle of the stage singing her heart out. Her long blond hair fell down her back in beautiful curls with their natural red tips. Tiny diamond clips were spread throughout her hair and shown in the light that was shining on her. Whiskers like scars were cut into the side of her cheeks. Three on each side. She had on a white dress that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. Her eyes were a soft red shade that matched the tips of her hair. They radiated soft warmth that could melt your heart in a single glance. Her makeup wasn't heavy. She didn't need it. She was naturally beautiful unlike Sakura who wore it every day.
"On that day, that not so distant day, when you are far away and free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me ...And though it's clear, though it was always clear that this was never meant to be, if you happen to remember, stop and think of me ...Think of August when the trees were green - don't think about the ways things might have been ...Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Think of me, please say you'll think of me, whatever else you choose to do -There will never be a day when I won't think of you ..."
Itachi sat in his box and watched the whole performance up until that last word that she sang. He sat up straight. "Can it be? Can it be Naruko?" He shot up and started clapping like wild. "Bravo! Bravo!" He yelled. He left the box and started to make his way to behind the stage. "Long ago… It seems so long ago! How young and innocent we were… She may not remember me, but I remember her…" "Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade- they have their season so do we… But please promise me, that sometimes, you will think." She smiled and belted out the last few notes. "O-o-o-o-o. O-o-o-o-o. O-o-o-o-o-o-of. Of! Me!" She sang in perfect pitch till the very end.
She exited stage left and slipped away without being noticed. She needed some time to think and knew the perfect place to go. She started on her way to the place in the opera house that was just for her.
Hinata was looking everywhere for the missing girl. As soon as her performance had ended, she just vanished. Hinata had looked everywhere… Well, almost everywhere.
Naruko struck the match and lit the candle by her father's picture. The paint on the metal had chipped but the indentions of her father's name were still there. Minato Uzumaki. "Brava…Brava! Bravisiama!" A chilling voice rang out in the small room. Almost as if it had come from the painting of the angel in front of her. She looked up. She knew that voice. Her thought was interrupted by another voice coming from the stair well. "Naruko. Naruko." Hinata sang as she reached the bottom and knelt beside her friend. "Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you were, perfect. I only wish I knew your secret. Who is this new tutor?" She sang smiling. "Father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream, he'd appear. Now as I sing I can sense him, and I know he's here! Here in this room, he calls me softly. Somewhere inside, hiding. Somehow I know, he's always with me, he the unseen genius!" Hinata grabbed her hand and stood with her. Starting to walk towards the staircase. "Naruko you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true! Naruko you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you!" They continued up the stairs and down an empty corridor. "Angel of music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory!" Hinata looked at her friend with a concerned expression. "Who is this angel, this-"Hinata began by herself then was joined by Naruko as she sang. "Angel of music! Hide no longer! Secret and strange angel!" They stopped. "He's with me even now…" Naruko sang.
"Your hands are cold." Hinata replied. "All around me…" "Your face Naruko, it's white." "It frightens me." "Don't be frightened!" They finished and they got back to the leads dressing room. "Hinata! Are you not a dancer?" Kakashi yelled. "I-I am father." "Then why are you not with them right now?" He questioned. "Eep!" She ran off to join the others with that. "Well done." Kakashi handed her a rose that was as red as her hair and currently, the blush on her face. "He is pleased." Kakashi walked out without another word to go yell at the dancers more.
Naruko examined the rose in her hands. A black satin ribbon was tied into a bow on the stem. She went to her mirror and sat putting the rose down and picking up her hair brush.
In the hall way, Deidara, Sasori, and Itachi were walking to the room Naruko was currently residing. "It was an outstanding success!" Deidara yelled. "Not a single refund." Sasori said with a sigh of relief. Deidara hit his shoulder. "Such a penny pincher Dana. I think you have been hanging out with Kakazu to much." He said with a laugh. Sasori glared at him. He just laughed. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, this is a trip I would like to make alone." Itachi said when they reached the room. He grabbed the flowers that Deidara had been holding and walked in. "Naruko Uzumaki, Where are your mittens?" Naruko looked at the man strangely. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"I climbed up that tree to get them down when they blew away that one windy day. I ended up falling and busting a rib for them." "Oh Itachi! It is you!" She ran up and hugged the man. He picked her up and twirled her in the air. "My little kitsuna. Where did your mind wander now?" Naruko blushed and looked at the ground. "Remember that to huh?" "She thought, am I fonder of dolls? Or of foxes and winds? Or of the picnics in the attic?" she laughed and they said in unison. "Or of chocolates and dangos?" Naruko continued for him. "Father playing the violin in the attic." She walked back over and sat down again. Itachi followed and knelt down beside her on one knee. "As we read each other stories of the war." She continued. "No, the little kitsuna said, I think my favorite thing is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the angel of music sings songs in my head." Itachi sang. "The angel of music sings songs in my head."
Naruko grabbed his hand. "My father said 'When I'm in heaven, I will send the angel of music to you' well, father is dead, Itachi, I have been visited by the angel of music." She said with excitement in her voice. "I believe you. Let's go to supper now." Her eyes widened. "No Itachi! I mustn't! The angel is very strict!" Itachi laughed as he stood and walked out. "Itachi! Things have changed!" He just laughed and continued on.
Naruko was finishing getting ready for bed when a strange wind blew out all the candles in her room. 'That's weird.' She thought. 'The window is closed….' And then it occurred to her. "Insolent boy! This slave of fashion! Basking in your glory!" His voice pounded through the room. The feel of anger and hate radiated from the words he sang. His voice was so beautiful yet so frightening at the same time. It would draw you to tears and then snap you into pieces. "Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor! Sharing in my triumph!" Naruko shook with fear and looked around her room.
There was no one with her. "Angel I hear you! Speak- I listen… Stay by my side, guide me! Angel my soul was weak-Forgive me… Enter at last, Master!" She heard a faint chuckle and then she could tell he wasn't as angry as before. You could hear his grin in his voice. "Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror- I am there inside!" She started walking slowly towards the mirror. "Angel of music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel…" As she walked forward, a dark cloaked figure started to show in the mirror. His long ashy grey hair was pulled back much like Itachi usually did his. Half his face was hidden by a mask. You could only see one of his black eyes. Eyes that threw loneliness and disparity at those who dare look into them.
He was tall. Well, at least taller than Naruko. Probably shorter than Itachi but it didn't really matter. 'Angel, or father, or friend, or phantom, who is it there staring?' she thought.
Itachi was alarmed when he heard the voices. Not just Naruko, but another. He had heard them when he had gotten to the door. He rattled with the handle. "Who's in there?" he yelled. "Naruko!" He called trying to get in. "I am your angel of music…. Come to your angel of music… I am your angel of music…. Come to your angel of music." The man in the mirror said holding out his gloved hand to her. She looked at the door then back at the man. She decided. She grabbed the gloved hand.
To be continued…..
Ok. What did you think? If it sucked, tell me! I want reviews. So yeah. The first person to review with what the lot numbers mean gets the next chapter dedicated to them. Ok? Good.
Obito is not dead. All that chiz with the mission and the rock never happened.
Deidara and Sasori are my favorite pair in akatsuki. That's why it's them.
There is no akatsuki! The only reason they have the rings is because I felt like them having them.
Deidara doesn't use 'un' or 'yeah' after all his sentences. I found it to annoying to write.
That's all for now! Peace!