Chapter 2

Three large knocks jolted me from my sleep-filled night. Making sickening cracks my back twisted so I could glare at the door. "It's the weekend!" I growled aggressively. God Mom! She knew better than to do this to me. As I repositioned myself in bed, the door swung open. Even more aggravated I sat up and snapped my attention to the character keeping me awake.

But Mom wasn't standing there. Instead a goaded man stood there. What was a stranger doing in my house? Warily looking around I realized I wasn't in my room. In fact I wasn't even in my house. And that man wasn't just a stranger, he was the man that was going to feed me. Wryly I smiled at Aki. "G-Good morning."

He quirked an eyebrow at me. Without a single word he turned and walked away. "Mother brought you a change of clothes. Shower if you want." His voice disappeared down the stairwell.

Not a dream.

"Just great." I huffed. Gulping down a gust of air I forced myself up and out of bed. Sneaking a quick look out my door to make sure the coast was clear I shuffled into the bathroom. It was simple and much cleaner than I expected for that of a single man. Sitting on the toilet was the promised change of clothes. They weren't too different from any of the clothes I owned. Except I was sure they would more suit a person in Dinotopia or something along that lines.

As I stripped from my own clothes I heard something hit the floor. Surprised, I kicked my pants over to expose my cell phone. "Oh." Bending over I gently picked up the appliance. The night before I had turned it off after receiving no results with my calls. I wondered if I would have any missed calls or text messages if I try to turn it on again. Pursing my lips I sat in on top of my new clothes. No sense in worrying about it now, I figured.

The shower was needed more than I had realized. Usually I was always in a rush to get in and out, this time I took my time and let the water refresh me. It gave me the comfort that I had, oh so, wanted. After absorbing as much time as I could taking a shower I at long last got out. The mirror was steamed and I could barely made myself out. The new set of clothes fit nicely underneath the green apron. In one of the large pockets I tucked my cell phone away. Barely even noticeable. With one last snicker I was down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Well I'm glad you could join us." Aki's voice sounded.

Snapping to awareness I found him standing with a tray of pastries. "Yeah, sorry about that." A wave of embarrassment rushed to my face. I bit my lip and made an effort to check out the shop. "So we open?"

"Mm-hmm."

I turned back to ask him about my duties and discovered him icing a cake. It was white and didn't have a single imperfection to be seen. He was layering on a blue flower when he caught me staring. "What are you, some kind of creepy bird?" He looked back down to his cake.

This is why you are single. Silently counting to ten I grinned. "What can I do?" Aki squeezed his eyes shut as he seemed to be trying to calm himself. Wasn't he the one that wanted me to work?

Setting down the icing he opened his eyes. "Why don't you go buy some ingredients?" Aki's smile was thus forced and it made me so frustrated, that I wanted to kick a puppy.

My face brightened. I can do that. I nodded vigorously as I tried to find a notepad to make a grocery list on. Every supply he named off I scribbled down. To be honest I just really couldn't imagine staying in the same room as that man for another minute. He handed me money that he said was enough for everything. "Maybe I'll get some customers too." I said absentmindedly on my way out. Aki chuckled softly as I left.

People were out and about in the same fashion as the day before. Aki had given me directions to the area in town where I could get the supplies, but the crowd confused me to a degree. I entered the main stream of people as if they would just show me the way. Aki had made it seem like town was a labyrinth that would swallow me whole if I wasn't careful. I should've known it was just going to be a couple of blocks and a few turns.

Once I squeezed out from the crowd into the branch of markets, relatively few people were there. Not too many bistros were in this area. The ones that were there had customers quietly chatting and enjoying small treats. A nice change from the clamoring crowd I had just been in. The basket, that I snatched from Aki's kitchen, swayed on my arm as I admired the rows of delicate spices and baking necessities.

Soon enough I began picking out the specifics Aki requested. When ever I had visited the grocery store with my family, I always skulked and shot glares to the children cheering over the Oreos. Somehow though, I liked this. It was different and relaxing. Boy, would my mom ever be proud to see my now. While I examined a bundle of carrots a hand slipped them out of my hands. "Hey!"

I tried to take them back but another, better, bundle was given to me. A sweet middle-aged woman beamed at me. "Uh- thank you."

She set the old carrots back on the pile vegetables. "No problem, I love helping a young mother." Still being pleasant she picked up a watering hose without turning away.

"Well that's supp-" I stopped mid-sentence. What had she just said to me? Young mother? "Excuse me?"

The woman began spraying the vegetables with the hose. "It's so hard to do the shopping alone." She chuckled. "But toddlers can be so hard to handle." A playful grimace played across her face.

She honestly thought I was mom. Glancing at my attire, I can't say I blamed her. The apron and the basket just made me seem the part. And, who was I to tell her 'no?' I sighed as I switched arms with the basket. "Yes, I just moved into town too." A most believable grimace played on my face. "I still don't shop all the great." If I pulled at the rights heart strings . . .

A sympathetic nod escaped from the woman. As if a light bulb went of in her head she lit up. "How about I give you some helpful goods?"

Sucker. I gasped, "Oh, I could never take anything without paying!"

She simply waved me off. "From one mother to another, as I say." Over the next couple minutes she gathered things like flour, eggs, and sugar and handed them to me one by one. Who would have ever thought being considered an underage mom would ever work for me? When she handed me the very last provision she merely offered to host a play date and I was off again. Some may think that swindling a kind woman would make you feel bad, but in fact I felt clever. Clever and talented.

Despite the fact that for a split second I felt at the tip of my wits, measly steps away from the woman's sight I crashed into someone. I fell back onto my butt waiting for the sound of breaking eggs. When my surroundings refused to deliver such sounds I slowly cracked my eyes open. A pair of feet stood in front of me. My eyes followed the feet all the way to the hands that held my basket and into the face of it's beholder. Blue skin and daunting eyes were fixed upon me. "You okay there?"

I rushed to my feet. "I am so sorry!" There was no way I wanted to be on this man's bad side. "I should've been watching where I went. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He grinned revealing his signature sharp teeth. "I'm not the one who fell on my butt. Now am I?" His large hand patted my head and handed me my basket. The large blue man peered over the ingredients. "Got everything?"

Embarrassed for having forgot to check, I scurried through my basket. "Eggs…" There. "Sugar. . ." Alright. "Milk." Yep. Everything seemed in check. Thank God. Just as I was about to thank him and get away from him as quickly as possible an icy voice rung out behind him.

"Kisame."

I automatically shrunk down, even before Kisame stepped around to reveal a flour-covered Uchiha. Of course, where ever Kisame was, Itachi was sure to follow. In his hands he held the bag of flower I had failed to remember. Kisame snorted at the sight but he wasn't the one being shot daggers, was he? "I am so sorry!" I squeaked with a deep bow. Was my bad luck ever going to end?

Little by little I straightened back out. With the largest amount of force ever I looked at Itachi. His expression hadn't changed. He still stood giving me an almost unreadable expression. "Here." Itachi handed over my bag of flour. My hands were unexpectedly still as I took it back. "Come along now, Kisame." Almost as quickly as they had appeared they were about to leave.

I had just humiliated myself in front of yet another pair of Akatsuki. A sense of redemption swept over me. "Wait!" Kisame peeked back at me. "Let me make it up to you!"

The large shark man bat his eyes curiously at me. "How so?"

"I work at a bakery. Our stuff is pretty good, why don't I treat you?" Truth be told I still hadn't had anything from the bakery. But it was the only thing I could offer. Plus I was not going to have another criminal wanting my head on a platter.

"How about that Itachi-kun?" Kisame sang. "We haven't had sweets in awhile!"

Itachi's body seemed to sigh, but from the back, it's hard to tell. He turned back to me. "Show us the way." I lit up, instantly excited. I spun in the direction I had come. At the sight of the busy crowded Kisame grumbled something to Itachi that I couldn't back out.

"Hey, girl." I smiled up at the large man in response. "Do we have to go through there." He wagged a finger towards the crowd

I nodded, oblivious to his discomfort. "It's just on the other side!"

"In that case…" Kisame shoved me over his shoulder. And I swear I didn't blink, but almost as if in a millisecond we were on the other side of the crowd. He set me back down.

Speechless, all I could do was close and open my hands. "M-My basket?" I looked at my hands. They were empty. My hands just kept opening and closing as I blinked at Kisame. Before I could whine in confusion my basket was back. Itachi had handed it to me.

He must've spotted my confusion. "You dropped it when Kisame picked you up." His explanation didn't have a trace of emotion. "Continue leading us."

Devoid of hesitation I turned away. What a scary man. Kisame stood beside me filled to the brim with anticipation. To get my mind off of the person following us I beamed up at him. "Do you like sweets, Kisame-kun?" He reminded me of a boy I'd seen standing in the candy isle of Wal-Mart once.

"Not particularly." He shrugged. Eh? He rolled his shoulders back, causing his large sword to clatter. "It's just that I haven't had them in some time." Must be hard to be a wanted criminal

I mouthed an "Oh" and placed my attention back on the street ahead of us. Seeing the bakery come into sight I pointed it out to them. Only then did I think of Aki. How was I going to explain the infamous cloaks accompanying me? They could be considered customers right? In order to try and get to Aki before them, I picked up my pace slightly.

As expected, the shop was empty. "Ak-ki." My voice cracked as Kisame stood beside me again.

"How long does it take to-" Aki's voice abruptly stopped. He had appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron. While he took in the sight of us he continued. "Get a few things." Quicker than I've ever seen before he recomposed himself. "Customers?"

I weakly pulled a smile, on the other hand it might have been more of a 'don't-kill-me' look. "I caused these two trouble, and figured I should treat them."

Instead of flying off the handle as I expected, Aki grinned. "Well choose any items you'd wish. Sorry my worker caused any grief."

Kisame walked over to the show case of delights. Without a second of delay he pointed to a chocolate éclair. Aki handled it as if it was a jewel and delicately delivered it. Overjoyed Kisame hardly held back. He devoured it so fast that I'm sure he didn't enjoy it like he could've if he would taken is his good ol' time. While he licked his the last of the chocolate icing from his fingers, I realized Itachi next to me. "I-Itachi-san." He looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "Don't you want something too?"

"It's too early for sugar."

Dead pan.

That man gave off such an cold personality. Cold or boring, I really couldn't tell which. His words made my nose wrinkle. The act of denying someone's generosity is purely rude! At that point I didn't care how intimidating Itachi Uchiha was, I wasn't going to sit back and take it. Reaching boiling point my arm shot out and punched him in the arm.

Itachi snapped a bloodcurdling glare my way. That didn't faze me anymore- at least not too much. "All I'm doing is trying to make up for getting a little flour on your ugly cloak! You don't have to be so bad-mannered to a stranger!" Within the five seconds that I let loose on him, he had closed in on me and was glowering down on me. So it was possible to evoke an emotion from him.

"Have, I struck a nerve Itachi-san?"

Something passed through his eyes as I said his anem. He threw one last look at me and walked out of the shop. "That's mature." I growled loud enough for him to hear.

Right before he was out of sight I could see his fist curl even tighter. At any rate I had succeeded in getting a reaction from the dummy. On the other hand- Mission Stay-Off-Of-Psychos-Hit-List . . . Astronomical failure.

"Itachi-kun!" Kisame dashed from the bakery only muttering a 'thank you.'

Still in a huff about the latest scene I sat at one of the booths along the wall. One of my pass times back home was brooding over things that really didn't matter, different universes really doesn't change much. That jerk! After all I had gone through the trouble of bringing him all the way here. All he had to do was shove his face to make me feel better, but no! "Ugh!"

"The Akatsuki, really?" Aki broke my inner temper tantrum.

"Huh?"

He stood at the table with his arms across his chest. "You do realize that you brought high ranking criminals here, right?"

My jaw hung open slightly. "I got flour on Itachi-san's cloak."

"Itachi-san?" His eyes narrowed. "You're giving honorifics to a murderous convict? Even worse, you probably scared away what little customers I had! Then you just had to punch him! You punched an S-rank shinobi!" The way he put was putting it, my actions did seem a little stupid.

"But he was being rude…" My voice trailed off. Maybe it wasn't the best decision. Nonetheless he really shouldn't be exempt from etiquette. I began twiddling with the bottom of the apron. "I'm sorry, Aki."

Suddenly he plopped down across from me. Aki leaned his head back with a sigh. "Don't fiddle with the apron, it's not lady-like."

Immediately I dropped the seem. "Aki, are you angry?"

He glanced out from under open of his eyelids at me. Shutting it again he shook his head. "Don't worry about it." A smirk looked as if it wanted to show itself to me. "Perhaps the big guy will go tell his buddies about us, hmm?"

A giggle threatened to escape as Aki leaned forward on the table. "Did you see how that man inhaled that pastry?" I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep back the laughter, only encouraging him further, "And 'Itachi-san'! Who pissed in his eye socket last night?" Unable to hold out any longer I freed the pent up cackles. Aki's smile just grew. He sat back in his seat and watched me laugh. Pain started to shoot up my abs to my throat. It was like I was doing a million sit ups a second.

I probably would've continued my laughing fit if my stomach wouldn't have let out a large gurgle. My already red face turned a even more awkward shade of burgundy. "I-I-uh. . ." Entwisting the apron in my fingers again I focused on my lap and not the man in front of me.

He leaned over the countertop and smacked my hand. "I told you to stop that! People are going to think you're weird! Now come on." Aki stood from me and sauntered off into the kitchen. I only sat there, because for some unknown reason, 'Now come one.' was not clear enough for me. Aki poked his head back out of the kitchen. "Do you want food or not?"

That's right. It wasn't my fault for my stomach demanded food. In fact it was his obligation to feed me. Yet up to that point I hadn't eaten a darn thing. I jogged into the kitchen with no grace. Truth be told, I didn't care if I had to eat it out of a dog bowl, I just wanted a meal of some sort. I really wanted some roast beef, or even ramen if that was a main dish of this world. An egg would've even been fine, but what was awaiting me? Not something nutritional, it was a tray of doughnuts.

The eagerness I had held faded into a questioning stare. "Doughnuts?"

"You got a problem with doughnuts?"

"Well… no, it's just…" I wanted something with energy or something. Like meat. Yeah that's exactly what I wanted. "Don't you have any meat?"

Aki glared at me. "Yes, but you seemed in an eager state so I didn't figure you'd be so picky."

That was pretty rude. Plus wasn't I just the one who was so concerned with manners? "You're right, sorry." I pressed my lips into a smile.

"That's more like it." He rubbed his hands together. "So go ahead. Try them!"

The enthusiasm was back. It powered my hand to snap out and grab one. My mouth watered as I bit into the sweet meal. Then, at that moment, I had tasted the most amazing thing in the history of either universes I had been in. I rushed to finish it so I could give my feedback. "Aki they're amazing!" All he did in response was push the plate more towards me. I had no objections. There were eight to begin with and in the end there was one and ¼ of one left. I sat down at one of the bar stoles at his table more satisfied than ever. "Thank you!" My head plopped onto the table.

I'm sure that if my stomach had a face with would be drooling with love. Later I'd probably pay for my stupidity with eating so much of junk food, but that was okay. For then, I was in total bliss. "Break is over." Aki sung out.

Drearily I looked at him. He was kneading a ball of dough. "Hmm?"

"Do you have a hearing problem?" Aki said not stopping with the kneading process. "I said 'break is over.' That means run back into town and get more flour."

"I just got some." I snapped in defense.

That caught his attention. His hands halted and he looked back to me. "Yes, you did." I almost felt vindicated until he continued "But then you were so kind as to drop it on your new friend."

"But-" He slammed his hand into the dough and again I was out the door. It really wasn't my fault so why couldn't he take a break, it isn't like we had any customers I couldn't deal with it. Or any at all.

Just as I was about to head in the same direction to the same market I stopped. I didn't want that woman seeing me again. If I went back I might not getting any thing free, I'd have to wait to go back. I scanned every passing sign, heading for another shopping district. The people lessened so I figured I had to be in the right direction. The street was definitely unfamiliar. No store seemed to be insight. And as much as I hate to admit it, I despise asking for directions. I was worse than any man I knew.

In attempt to find someone to ask directions from, and swallow my pride, I curved into an ally way. Which was unusual for me, I got my survival skills from the best source known to man: scary movies. Survival tip 4: Never go in dark ally ways alone. If it had been normal circumstances it would've come to me instinctively. Although, it wasn't, so I have my excuses.

The ally formed a "T" at the end, turning off to the left and right. Just as I was about to head back a little boy appeared, back down the ally at the end of my own. "Hey!" The boy stopped. Probably not because he heard my voice, because he stood stalk still and his body began to shake. The boy of eight or nine appeared to have just seen a ghost, not in a good way either.

Like one would if a wild fire was coming at them he ran up my ally towards me. His eyes were wide with fear. "Wow! Hey!" I caught him in my arms as he tried to run past me. My experience with my little brother jolted my responses. I tightened my grip on him. "Calm down! It's okay! What's wrong."

"Hurry lady! Let go!" He kept thrashing in my arms. "They're coming!" He gazed up at me pleadingly. "We've gotta get outta here!"

I gripped his arms tighter. "Who's coming? Who?" I gave him a light shake to get the information

His body relaxed as he peered around me. When my grip loosened an inch he high-tailed it out of my grasp. "H-Hey!" Was everyone in this world weird?

"Kisame-senpai!" A shrill voice whined into the air. "Where are we?"

"I told you!" Another voice rung out. Kisame. "I'm not entirely sure where the place was."

"You shouldn't drag people somewhere if you don't know where the hell it even is! Damn it!" An even more familiar voice growled.

Oh no. I clenched my fists shut as I prayed to God for it to not be the one person who would surely kill me on sight. I slowly spun to see if I was unfortunately right. Turning the corner was a masked man. Tobi? "That's fine! I'll just go ask that pretty lady!" Tobi began briskly walking towards me.

Then came Kisame and just my luck- Hidan. Kisame squinted at me. "Hey that's the girl." He pointed at me as he nudged Hidan.

Hidan had been focusing on something in his hands until Kisame nudged him. Aggravated he looked in the direction he was pointing. It took him a second for him to recognize me and only a fraction of a second for me to take the young boy's advice and get the hell out of that ally. "You bitch! Stop!" Hidan screeched after me.

Like I'm going to listen to you! As I ran I tried to back track to a larger crowd my hands intuitively raced to my cell phone. "Shit!" I cursed aloud. The state police aren't going to be able to help me now. Quickly I refocused my energy on not looking back. I made no effort to block out the yells from behind me.

"Hidan! Don't chase her!" Kisame yelled with a bit of amusement to him.

"Shut up, Fishy!" Hidan's voice was closer than Kisame's. Too bad for me.

"Hidan-san! Don't call Kisame-senpai Fishy! He won't buy us treats!" Tobi yelled more frantic than any of them.

"Fuck you both!" If I hadn't been running for my life, the back-and-forth of the threesome would have been pretty humorous. Alas that wasn't the case.

I have no idea how I was able to stay ahead of any of them but I did. Oh, but did I ever. That is until I got back into the river of people. Hidan must've lost track of me, because I lost track of him. Through all of the voices clambering on all sides of me, it was easy to feel I had lost them. I shoved in between the people still not willing to die at the hands of Hidan or anyone. Obviously the folks assumed I was just being rude, and I typically would've apologized before being on my way . . . just not now.

At the end of my terror I came out on the other side of the crowd stumbling from exhaustion. Rather than wait for the pang of fatigue get to me, I bolted again. I ran up through the emptying streets. Not wanting to bring another problem to Aki I slid behind a trashcan in another ally way. It was among a cluster of trashcans. Sitting down eased the pain of pushing myself too far. I rested my head on my knees. This would happen to me.

I come to a world almost completely foreign to me and am overran with attacks of all sorts. Rude old women, psychotic criminals, mislead mothers, and cold bakers. As my breath evened out a low whisper called out to me. "Are they gone?"

I snapped my head up to find the small boy from earlier coming out from behind his own garbage can. He seemed less frantic and more concerned. "Yeah, you okay?" I got on my knees to be almost eye level with him.

He nodded slightly. "Did they get you?"

"Nope." I winked at him to lighten the serious atmosphere.

The boy plopped down to the ground. "Oh thank, God. I thought that they had gotten you and used all of their evil powers to twist your legs and melt you brain!" Not one breath. I swear, I didn't hear him breath once as he rushed in his worst case scenario.

"Nah." I sat back down. "I was too quick for em'."

His face lit up. "My name's Hikaru! What's your name?"

The energy being released from him lifted my spirits. "My name's Taylor!"

Hikaru's face contorted. "Taylor? I've never heard that name before."

I have to admit, he kind of got at my nerves a little bit. Rustling his hair I stood up again. "Well, that's because we've just met." Hikaru stood with me. He was probably afraid to be alone now. Can't say that I blamed him. Hell, I didn't even want to be alone. "So Hikaru, where am I taking you?"

He just cocked his head at me. "What do you mean?"

"Where do you live? Your mom is probably freaking out." My words seemed to hit a nerve because his eyes suddenly dropped to the ground. He mumbled something but I couldn't understand him. "Hmm?"

"I don't have a mom. I'm alone."

My throat clenched. This poor boy. Finally I put two and two together. That's why he was in the ally. I'm not sure why, but orphans always pulled at my tear ducts. Orphans and puppies. "Then where do you sleep?" I was almost too afraid to ask.

Hikaru just shrugged not once looking me in the eye. It was then that I made another imposing decision. I outstretched a hand to him. He jolted with a questioning look. He blinked from my hand to me. My hand. Me. "Well come on then." I grabbed his hand pulling him out into the street way.

"W-Where are you taking me."

"You're coming home with me." I shrugged. "I can't have you sleeping out on the streets with people who could melt your brain." I might not have been able to see it, but I could feel him smiling. His grip on my hand tightened.

I was only a block or two from Aki's bakery when I could already tell things weren't right. The few people walking past looked inside with mild interest and then scurried away with terror. Aki wasn't that scary. I mean of course he- wait. Again my mind linked two and two. Akatsuki members weren't stupid. They wouldn't have such large bounties on their heads if they were. "Hikaru get behind me." I whispered as we neared the bakery.

Hikaru gripped the back of my shirt as we entered the arena of sweet smells. He had a right to, seeing as how three Akatsuki members stood talking with Aki. Hikaru whined from behind me, grabbing the attention of all four men. "Y-you bitch!" Hidan began to come at me but Kisame lunged and held him back.

"So this is Taylor-chan?" Tobi skipped over to me. I felt Hikaru flinch behind me, at least he wasn't running.

"Um… Hello?"

Tobi embraced my hands. "Every time Hidan-san starts screaming-" He leaned in to me and whispered "the B-word" Then went back to his normal stand point. "That means you're around." I wasn't sure, but I think he was smiling behind that stupid mask.

"Tobi you fucking retard, shut the hell up!" Hidan screamed from Kisame's grasp.

By this time, Hikaru was shaking in his shoes. There was no way that that poor boy was going to be traumatized by the likes of these weirdoes. I slapped Tobi's hands away, pushing him out of the way to reveal a furious Hidan. "Hey!" I hollered.

Hidan stopped, noticing me staring at him. When his eyes laid on my breath hitched. I tried not to let that daunt me. "Who do you think you are?" I yanked Hikaru in front of me. "You think it's okay to scare a little boy? What's the matter with you? If you've got a problem with me, than come on! Get it over with." By the looks of it, I had successfully gotten his attention.

Kisame slowly let go of Hidan and by predictability the man started coming at me. Not like running full speed but, at a slightly nerve-racking pace. Hikaru slunk out of the way when Hidan was close enough to touch me. Except, he didn't punch me. Or cut off my limbs. Or even cuss me out. He just outstretched his clenched hand. If it wasn't for the homicidal look on his face, he may have resembled a mom giving a surprise to their child.

I timidly raised my hand below his. His hand opened and out dropped my pendant. My eyes dilated in shock. I hadn't even noticed it come off. It must've been when I first ran into him.

I tried to rip out of his grip. "It's-" I tugged. "None of-" My hand began to slip out of his hand. "Your business!" Using one last jolt, my hand was free and a snap echoed to me ears. I fell to the ground.

"My pendant." I choked out.

"Fuckin' runnin' away all the time. Stupid bitch, didn't even realize." Hidan pushed past me.

My eyes glued to the silver Jashinist pendant that was now returned to me. "Bye Taylor-chan." Tobi muddled as he scuttled to Hidan's side.

Kisame smiled at me as he left. "We'll probably be seeing more of each other, I'd say." With a pat on the head, they were all gone again.

Hikaru bustled back over to me. "Are you okay, Taylor?"

I blinked away the shock and glanced back to him. "Yeah. I'm fine."


Alright so, I know there is a lot of OC-ness. Sorry about that. But hey, I brought Itachi in, right? And Hidan's back! Ta-da! I promise the OC's have a point other than Taylor. They are actually kind of important. After this. I'm pretty sure Hikaru's the last one. :D So love's, thank you and review!