Author's Gutter: Holy crepe. I never meant for the time between these chapters to wind up being so extravagant. Gomenasai, everyone! Life has been quite busy these few...months, so I didn't have much time to put my heart into the chapter, which I am still moderately unsatisfied with.
First order of bussiness: I've been itching to say this. AR-I-GA-TOU! All the reviews made me so happy! I'm glad that you are all enjoying this and want to read more of it! Thank you all, once again. xD
Second: Since the end of the Ouran occured while this was in the making, I had to work out some kinks, but it all fits now. x3
Third: Another character makes an appearance in this chapter, someone we all know and love. Actually, two we all know and love make appearances.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own these characters, the story Ouran High School Host Club, which was created by the great Bisco Hatori. The limo driver is mine...Oh, how proud I am...
Now, children! GO! READ! REVIEW!
I should tell you, I'm disaster, I forget how to begin it.
.Let's just make this part go faster, I have yet to be in it.
:I should tell you...:
.Fujioka.
"Will the defendant please rise?"
From the oak stand, a very greasy and very pimply man rose, his left eye twitching in an edgy manner. From the left, the bailiff, let's call him 'Jim', waddled up towards the stand, holding a bible in his wrinkly hands. The bailiff, Jim, held the bible out towards the defendant. Putting on his best 'I'm-going-to-try to-be-serious-but-all-I-can-think-about-is-the-donuts-waiting-in-my-office' face, Jim asked in that stressed monotone we all know, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you GOD!?"
The greasy little man shrank back, his eyes darting from side to side, as if watching a non-existent tennis match. Finally, he mustered up the courage and squeaked, "I can't sir…" The spider vein in Jim's forehead pulsed dangerously. His lips pursed into some double-chinned meatloaf as he asked, "You can't?
"Sir…I'm an atheist."
The courtroom was silent, people coming to the realization that not every person in the world was Catholic. Just what do people who don't believe in God do in a courtroom situation?! Jim, oh simple gluttonous Jim, was one of those bigoted people who couldn't cope with a little unique distinction. It was Jim's way or the highway!
But Vi needs to stop ranting about the elderly bailiff and get on with the story…
Jim's aging slate eyes narrowed at the human potato fryer, piercing the man's flesh with some ancient form of creeping one out. Probably the Twitchy no Jutsu.
Jim's mouth opened with a roar of, "Well back in my day we had a sense of justice! We had to walk fifteen miles just to get to the local courthouse! Sometimes in the snow-no, in the middle of a blizzard! Well I remember this one time, Pappy had hit another pedestrian in his jalopy, the old coot was going blind I tell you. And I ha-,"
"Fujuku-san!"
Turning around with a sharp crack in his hips, Jim adjusted his wire rimmed glasses and peered at the figure that was standing with an exasperated expression. "Mmyes, counselor?" Jim croaked, finding the need to scratch himself before everyone in the courtroom. Holding her ground beside the mahogany table, one ivory hand resting on her briefcase, Suou Haruhi sighed, her very aura drained and perturbed with this old man.
"Fujuku-san, do you think we could begin now," She inquired, casting the feeble bailiff a pleading expression with her large mesmerizing eyes. Jim nodded with a reply of, "Well, I reckon that might be good. Continue, folks." Exiting the room with a slow gait, his back bent in a permanent arch, Jim noisily hacked in the hall, causing the jurors to exchange amused looks.
Haruhi would be lucky if she could get the jurors to even think about the case without laughing. Still, this was her dream and she intended to fulfill it. It had been over fifteen years since her mother's death, and she still refused to let go of this dream. Her mother, Fujioka Kotoko had been a brilliant lawyer with an unbreakable will. Those were just a few things that Haruhi inherited from her.
"Mother in heaven, it's been so many years since you passed, but I've made it."
Striding up to the stand with newfound strength and inspiration, Haruhi began to interrogate Sir Oily-san, starting off with simple inquiries.
"Rokansu-san, where were you on December fourteenth at six fifty seven in the afternoon?"
A few seconds passed, which motivated Haruhi to glance up, only to find her defendant holding a lit match between his thumb and index finger, gazing into it with ecstasy. Blinking once, Haruhi cocked one slender umber eyebrow at him before asking, "Rokansu-san?" He had seemed to hear her, but his eyes never left the flickering flame. When those onyx orbs finally did stray towards her, it was for a split second.
"Have you ever looked at fire?" His voice was absolutely giddy, his eyes widening to a fanatical extent. Haruhi's instincts told her to back away and call the bailiff, but that meant bringing Jim back.
She'd stick with the nutjob with the match.
Haruhi exhaled again, hearing the snickers of the jury was frustrating enough but now she had a greasy firebug to deal with. She just had to take the overtime hours for work. Right now, she'd like nothing more than to curl up in bed and just let life pass her by. After all, it wasn't much of a life. Even with-
"Suou-san?"
Turning towards the heavy copse doors, Haruhi noticed her secretary, Maki, peeking in with an anxious apologetic smile. Unable to suppress the sigh rearing up from her exhausted soul, Haruhi turned to face the room with a bow. "Gomenasai. Could we postpone this trial?" Her voice was repentant, but it lacked any effort or interest. The spirit was missing from her once melodic tone.
The judge grunted his approval, his chin resting on his folded hands, clearly as bored with the case as the jurors were. "We will resume tomorrow at eighty thirty. Court is adjourned." Not bothering to wait for the judge to smash his mallet, Haruhi left for the door, her eyes telling the story of her ennui.
"Maki, what's wrong?" Haruhi was naturally concerned, but the humdrum life she had grown into was smothering her ability to sound convincing. Walking alongside the big time lawyer, Maki brushed a strand of raven hair behind her ear, trying to find the proper words to say. "Well, Suou-san, I know you said that you didn't want any visitors, but he just wouldn't take no for an answer."
Oh, Kami. There was only one person Maki could be talking about. It had to be-
"HAAARUHIIII!"
"Dear God no…"
No sooner had she uttered those words than had a hurtling mass of muscle collided with her, practically knocking her to the ground. She got a mouthful of radiant blonde hair as she was brought into a twirling embrace, her feet leaving the ground with the force of the vortex. "Haruhi, I couldn't wait till you came home to see you!" Finally released from his iron grip, Haruhi took a few deep breaths before looking up at her husband.
If it were possible, he had become even more beautiful in these past years than he had been when they were in high school. His dark lavender eyes were brighter than usual today, and even his hair seemed more flaxen than she was accustomed to. Tamaki might not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but his looks just about covered his lack of common sense.
Just about.
Yet, Haruhi couldn't deny that even her admiration for his good looks was fading. Tamaki was beautiful, but his visage held no attraction for her anymore. She loved him, of course she loved him! He was always so warm, so understanding and so loving, but it wasn't like she could just snap her fingers to make the feeling disappear.
"Hai, hai, Tamaki. What's wrong," She breathed, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly. Blinking, the Princely man leaned forward, tenderly cupped the lawyer's porcelain cheeks in his hands, cradling her face in a tender fashion.
"Does something have to be wrong for me to wish to witness the visage of such a beautiful creature?" His voice was velvety, seductive and well experienced. Yet, it had no effect on her whatsoever. "Baka," She grumbled, harshly pinching the back of his hand.
Reeling backwards, faux tears streaming from his horrified lilac eyes, Tamaki bawled, "Haruhi is so cruel!" Watching him wail brought back memories of their days in the Host Club. Back then, Tamaki would have gone crying to placid, reserved Kyouya instead of falling to the floor like the oaf he was. Actually, in all probability he would have done that as well.
Pondering that, Haruhi wondered why everyone had fallen out of touch over these years. True, they had seen Kyouya about two months ago, but it was a succinct meeting that only heightened the rift between them. When they had seen him, the shadow king had been just as she recalled: restrained and mellow. Unbeleviably, he had become even more lucrative than he had been back at Ouran. Hunny had also phoned a few weeks ago, his bubbly voice refreshing as ever. Even Mori managed a short grunt of greeting over the phone.
From what Hunny giggled at her, Kaoru was planning the high school reunion at Ouran, which was only a few short months away. Seriously, she was delighted to hear that Kaoru was doing well. She had always been fond of that mischievous knucklehead, after all. The way he'd saved her when that vase threatened to embed her with its shards, when he'd protected her in the chase after Tamaki, how she could have a normal conversation with him. Thinking about Kaoru reminded her of his reaction that day, the day where she swore that she would never forgive Hi-
Her abrupt intake of breath broke the memory enchantment, reminding her that she was never supposed to think of him again. She'd promised herself this. That feeling in her chest had returned, the same pins-and-needles sensation she felt whenever the thought of him came to mind.
She couldn't explain it, but it was like someone had clenched her heart with an iron fist. Then again, it like she was being smothered, her nostrils overcome with water, drowning in a sea of suffocation. She had felt the feeling of drowning before, her very lungs trembling with the lack of oxygen and her heart working triple time in a futile attempt to protect her. If it hadn't been for Tamaki, she doubted she would have seen another dawn.
That's right.
It had been Tamaki, not him.
Shrugging the feeling off, she dismissed it for the thousandth time this year. It was all his fault that she felt like this, after all.
"Haruhi?"
She just realized that Tamaki had regained composure, and was now staring at her with a bemused expression. How long had he been calling her? "H-Hai," She inquired, tucking a strand of chocolate hair behind her ear. "I said that I need to go out of town for a few days."
Ah, how surprising. Tamaki always had to go out of town these days. That was one of the reasons to why there was such a distance growing between them.
"Ah…," She murmured, her hand clenching around the handle of her briefcase in an attempt to fight off the quivering sensation. She was sure that he could see the pain in her eyes, the dull reflection of despondency. Anyone could see it if they actually bothered to look at her with more than just a business face. Bending forward, Tamaki placed a hand against her cheek, his eyes mirroring her own misery. "It won't be for long," He encouraged. "Once this business deal is over, we can spend a lot of time together. We could even go to Atami!"
He was exerting so much effort to make her happy, who was she to feel resentment toward him for leaving her? Tama went on these trips to make sure that Haruhi could have a comfortable life in the upper class. Yet, all she really needed was someone to be with, to comfort her when the thunder clapped. Smiling ruefully, she remembered how her father once said that she either didn't know how to lean on someone or she was just that selfless.
The truth was: she wasn't as pure as her papa believed.
"That sounds great, Tamaki," She smiled, some color filling her pallid cheeks. "Kawaii," Tamaki shrilly cooed, spinning around with Haruhi in his arms. "Have you fallen for me again?" She chuckled at that, noticing that he had been asking her that since her first year of high school.
"Of course not."
Her voice was level, emotionless as he released her. The Suou heir's eyes bulged, a startled concerned emotion filling them. "N-Nani," He whimpered, hardly daring to believe this terrible bulletin. Instead, Haruhi brought herself up to her full height and lightly kissed him on the lips, "I can't fall any farther."
The young man's face was dyed a deep shade of scarlet which covered the entire span of his head. "Don't be so darn cute," He pleaded, sinking to his knees again. "Here we go again," Haruhi silently grumbled. "Tamaki, you're going to miss your plane again…," She reminded, recalling the last time her husband made a scene.
"Ah! Bravo, Haruhi! You've always had such a grip on time," He praised, leaping to his feet and darting down the hall with inhuman speed. "Aishiteru, Haruhi-chan," He shouted from the end of the hallway, accidentally smacking a receptionist in the back. Several nosy people poked their heads out from the offices upon hearing the ruckus.. "Hai, hai. Go!" Her voice was insisting, but on the inside she wished that she could just tell him to stay with her.
"Suou-san?"
Managing to pull herself away from the view of the now empty hallway, Haruhi faced Maki with a brave, expectant smile. "Don't forget, you have to go meet with two clients today. Your first appointment is in forty five minutes," Maki said, jogging Haruhi's memory. "I forgot about that..." Haruhi mentally kicked herself, banishing her weary demeanor.
"Arigatou, Maki," She chirped, waving at her as she started down the too-white hallway.
"Need. Caffeine."
Passing several of her co-workers, Haruhi exited through the atrium and was bathed in the fresh, crisp scent of the autumn air. She tucked her jacket securely around her before heading down the street, on a quest for a coffee shop where she could have some peace and quiet to clear her spinning head.
:Hitachiin:
"Daijoubu?"
"Nani," The Hitachiin beneficiary queried, lifting his head to face his mirror image. The facade staring back at him was identical to his own, every feature mimicking his own in a mystifying manner. His little brother, his twin, Kaoru, was giving him his patented 'what's wrong?' face. "Hikaru, what's wrong? You've seemed distracted all morning," Kaoru asked, his eyes unveiling the brotherly concern that he had always held for Hikaru.
The way his name rolled off his brother's tongue normally amused him, the way he emphasized the 'Hi', but it was nothing more than a thorn in his side this morning. "Gomen, Kaoru," He grumbled, averting his eyes from his doppelganger. Kaoru could read him like an open book, thus it was vexing for Hikaru to be in his company whilst trying to hide something from everyone.
"Hikaru…," Kaoru pressed. "I can tell when you're lying."
Hikaru's eyes darted back towards Kaoru, sharp as daggers. "Wonderful. Would you like a cookie?" He didn't mean to speak with such venom, especially when it was directed at Kaoru. Yet, Kaoru rolled his eyes, amused by the juvenile antics of his brother. "Before you tell me what's wrong, you might want to remove your elbow from the butter dish." Hikaru cocked an eyebrow at him, "I don't have my elbow in the bu-DAMN IT ALL!"
Several people shushed him from the neighboring tables.
"Bakas," He muttered, wiping the yellow goop off his suit with the nearest napkin. Kaoru's laughter drifted through his ears, soft little giggles that often reminded him of tinkling glass, "Can you believe it's not butter, Hikaru?"
Tee hee. Oh, Kaoru, you are so witty.
"If I prattle on about something unimportant, maybe he'll forget about my problem…"
Returning to his brother's gaze, a bright smile on his face now, he chirped, "So! Did you hear?"
Kaoru's head tilted to the side a bit, his eyes curious. "Hear what?"
That's it, Kaoru.
"Uh…ah….Mom caught the butler and the head maid making out in the closet,"
At this, Kaoru just stared at his elder brother, his face blank for a few moments. "That's….great," He replied, his eyes harmonizing with his befuddled tenor. "Not that I don't find the topic of our servants' sexual escapades thrilling, but why don't you tell me what has got you so upset?"
Crap.
"Did I mention that it was OUR closet?!" Hikaru was desperate now.
"Wonderful, bu-,"
"THE AMBASSADOR FROM ALBANIA IS PREGNANT!"
"Hikaru, the ambassador from Albania is a man."
"Did I say the ambassador?! I mean the ambassador's goat!"
"Hikaru, did you take your pills this morning?" Kaoru asked, leaning forward, his eyes suddenly alarmed.
"For Kami's sake! Yes! Would everyone please leave me alone about that?" Kaoru's little comment had drawn him out of the hysterics and brought a fresh slash of anger to his words. Just because he had a medical condition didn't mean that he needed to be instigated by his own brother. "Is my life some forgotten part of the Spanish Inquisition," Hikaru demanded, his tone growing louder with each syllable.
"Is that what's bothering you," Kaoru prodded, his hand closing over Hikaru's, gentle and soothing. The chestnut haired elder couldn't stand seeing his brother like this, like he expected him to shatter like a piece of glass. "No…not really," He surrendered, allowing Kaoru's fingers to intertwine with his own. Kaoru was the water to his fire, he always knew how to extinguish his anger.
"Tell me, Hikaru."
Sighing, Hikaru finally looked his brother in the eyes, praying that this was convincing. "Kaoru, it's nothing, okay?" How could he tell his own brother that he was thinking about Haruhi? After all Kaoru went through when he witnessed his own twin wrecking his life, how could he pull his best friend back into that dark void?
"Okay," Kaoru murmured, his eyes disappointed but his voice satisfied. He wouldn't force Hikaru to talk about it and he wouldn't carry a grudge about it. Just another trait he loved about his brother. "So, when's the meeting?" Hikaru asked, blatantly changing the subject. "That's what I was trying to tell you," Kaoru chuckled, instantly reminded of his brother's oblivious pause. "I can't make it to the meeting, something came up with Dad and he needs me to go home for a few hours. You'll have to go to the meeting alone, Hikaru."
"Kaoru," Hikaru pouted, emphasizing the 'ru' in the same manner Kaoru did to him, attempting to make his brother guilty. "You're a big boy now, Hikaru. You don't need me beside you all the time, right?" Kaoru was grinning, teasing him. His statement reminded Hikaru of how insecure Kaoru was about the boundaries growing between them a few years back, but it wasn't like the rift grew any larger.
"Didn't your mother tell you not to tease your elders," Hikaru growled, tossing his napkin beside his china cup. "Of course she did, right after she told you not to look up little girls' skirts," Kaoru parried, a Cheshire grin replacing his innocent smile. "Oh, it's on, little brother," Hikaru snapped, a smirk finally gracing his elegant face for the first time in days.
"Bring it on, nii-san," Kaoru purred, his hand snaking around Hikaru's tie. By now people were staring. The blush on each girl's face was scarlet, much like their customers were. Even the waitress, who had been standing there, but not mentioned till now, was resisting the urge to squeal at the spectacle.
"Hikaru," Kaoru whimpered, his eyes straying to all the Peeping Sallys. "People are staring! Indeed, people were doing more than staring. Several young ladies had slithered closer to the table, eyes yearning for more of the twincest. Several of their dates were glaring at the twins with blazing resentment.
"Let them look, Kaoru," Hikaru replied, cradling his brother's rosy cheek in his palm, his lips barely a breath away. He tossed the waitress, who appeared to be having a heart attack, a wink. "H-Here's your bill," She squeaked, thrusting a ledger forward. "Arigatou, hime," Hikaru smiled, accepting the bill graciously.
"N-No problem," She stammered, making a B-Line for the kitchen. Dropping the bill on to the table, Hikaru slipped 1000 yen into the pocket and grabbed his coat. "Let's go, slut-puppy," He beckoned, motioning to Kaoru.
As soon as they exited, hand in hand, the female patrons broke their glasses and probably the sound barrier with a piercing chorus of, "Kyah!"
The instant they were out of view, the brothers fell into a fit of laughs, clutching their sides to reduce the strain. "We're terrible, aren't we," Hikaru asked, leaning against the nearest building.
"Of course, dear brother. Why do you think they called us the Little Devil type back at Ou-…," Kaoru intentionally trailed off, aware of his folly by bringing school into the conversation. Already he could see the layer of steel settle over Hikaru's amber eyes. "But, Hikaru, you shouldn't have flirted with that waitress," He scolded, crossing his arms.
"Why?" Hikaru appreciated that Kaoru was straying away from certain topics for his sake, but it didn't mean that the feelings just disappeared with the new subject. "You're getting married, Hikaru! You shouldn't be flirting with random women when you'll be tying the knot with Ayaka-chan soon!"
Oh, Kaoru. The voice of reason.
"Exactly. I should live what's left of my life to the fullest before I am doomed to an eternity of matrimony." Kaoru's gaze softened at his words. Truly, he knew that his brother wasn't capable of loving Ayaka with all his heart. The fact that Hikaru had everything someone could ever desire, but was still miserable made the feeling all the more terrible. It seemed that the only one who could reach his heart was Haru-
"Kaoru, don't tell me the meeting is at three?!"
Kaoru looked up at the sudden panicked claim. "Hai, it's at three." Hikaru's pupils dilated at this news. "What time is it, Kaoru!?" He demanded, paling at the bulletin. Pulling the sleeve of his dark blue suit back, Kaoru stared at his golden Tiffany watch. "It's a quarter to….Oh, dear."
"Damn it all," Hikaru yelled, dashing down the street in a mad search for the limo. Watching his sibling scramble like the world was ending brought a smile to Kaoru's face; it meant that even though he was upset about something, he still had a grip on reality. "Go get 'em, Hikaru," Kaoru called, summoning his escort with a wave.
"Gee, thanks, Kaoru," Hikaru shouted, sprinting down Blythe Boulevard. Rounding a corner, Hikaru's head spun from right to left, in search of the long black car. "Where the hell did he par-that is a stop sign-whe,"
"Hitachiin-san?"
After rocketing about a foot into the air, Hikaru spun around to see his driver. "Where's the LIMO!?" By now Hikaru was beginning to draw the eyes of little children. The wee young'uns pointed and were quickly hushed by their mothers, telling them not to stare at crazy people.
"Right here, sir," The driver replied, gesturing to the car directly to the left of the brilliant designer. "Ah, well…gun the engine and let's move! We're gonna be late," Hikaru ordered, diving for the open door, only to smash his head against the frame.
"Mother fu-,"
The chauffer shut the door, cutting off his master's shout of profanity.
It wasn't long before they reached the building, despite the police cars trailing after them and Hikaru's repeated orders to gun it to sixty-five in a twenty five zone. "You know what to do if the cops find you!" Hikaru said, springing out the door.
"Right sir. Tell them I'm under the orders of a top fashion designer who could have the whole military wearing mini-skirts with one phone call." Hikaru slammed the door with a cry of, "Good man!" With the seconds ticking by, Hikaru raced for the revolving door, forgetting to apologize to the elderly woman who he lodged between the wall and door.
Finally, Hikaru came to a crossroad of life.
The stairs or the elevator?
"It always has to be the highest freaking floor, doesn't it?!" He raged, pressing the 'up' button just a little too hard. Hikaru stared at the bulbs, watching the light descend to his while he impatiently tapped his foot.
Ping.
Tap.
Ping.
Tap.
Ping.
"OH SCREW THIS!"
After some heavy running and a collapsed lung, Hikaru made it to the office. Tumbling against the door of the 913 bureau, he panted like a racehorse. "Gomen-….asai," He apologized, hunching over to hold his aching knees. "I lost track of time and then I couldn't find my lim-,"
Silence.
Hikaru spread his fingers, which were currently resting against his throbbing temples, so he could see why no one had reprimanded him. His head, which felt like it weighed nineteen pounds by the way, pulsed with each breath and realized that he was very much alone in the office. The only sound was the steady 'tick-tock' of the grandfather clock and the 'doki-doki' of his frantic heart. Even though it was his fault for being late, Hikaru couldn't help but feel a sharp jolt of fury.
"Didn't have the patience to wait five freakin' minutes, huh? Lawyers! One second not sending a person to jail is a tragic loss of time! What is Japan coming to?!" Hikaru continued to rant, his lean body screaming out, 'sit in the chair', but his brain was far too busy being caught up in his own ego to listen.
Maybe it was the fact that he was bi-polar, but Hikaru couldn't help but seize the bunny plushy from the desk and repeatedly punch it. Hey, some people do yoga to relieve stress, Hikaru bunches adorable, innocent little rodents.
"It's the stress that makes me punch bunnehs!"
Somewhere, Hunny got the feeling that a Bun-Bun brethren was in pain.
Hikaru, poor bunny-massacring, Hikaru whom was wrapped up in his rodent homicide, didn't hear the quick footfalls coming towards the door, nor did he hear the door creak open, but he did hear the voice that followed.
"Gomenasai! Please, understand, my driver hit traffic on the way here, but I'll be happy to hear if you'll overlook this!"
Hikaru stiffened, as if a lightning bolt just struck him, rendering him rigid and disoriented. That voice was familiar-too familiar. His hands started to shake as the voice echoed in his ears over and over in a symphony of apology. His mind was reeling, his heart pounding, no longer bound.
"Are you all right," The voice asked, the sound of heels alerted him that they were edging closer. This haunting figure required an answer, but Hikaru couldn't find his voice through the confusion. His amber eyes, wide as hubcaps, stared straight out in front of him, his body locked in some paralysis.
"Nani," The voice inquired as something warm touched his shoulder. The touch, even through his clothing, burned him. The heat was intense, the electricity outrageous, and the familiarity far too crippling for it to be real. "H-Hai," He choked, his body moving on its own to face the tempting tone.
What he saw, hit him like the crest of a wave.
Bright, luminous chocolate eyes, silky umber hair and the concerned expression of an angel. Those eyes, were what caught him by surprise. The irises seemed to glow with an unnatural radiance, scrutinizing him and banishing him out of hiding. In those chocolate depths, he could see his reflection, just as startled and shaken as he was feeling right now.
She was a song, a symphony without saying one word.
"…Haruhi," He breathed, a notion far too implausible to be true. The young woman's lashes created shadows over her cheeks, the porcelain cheeks that reminded him of a marble vision of the Holy Mother.
…"Hikaru…"
:D o k i D o k i:
Author's Gutter: Well, how do ya'll like them apples? 8D I tried to incorporate a little humor into this one, I hope in worked. o.o
Oh, the few lyrics in the begining are from RENT, the song 'I Should Tell You', expect to be seeing more of that!
I'm not sure when I'll have the next chapter up, actually. I promise it won't be quite as long as this time span between these were though. I have off this week from school, so I might take some time to start it then.
That is...if you review. ;D
