DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ranma's intellectual idea, every change exterior or interior has been morphed without intending to harm anyone. This is still only for fun and I'm not making money out of this. The aforementioned character is Rumiko Takahashi's creations.
NO BETA, if you see any grammar, typos, mistakes then please understand, have been trying to untangle this shit out. This will not be revised for changes.
Warning: Nothing to do with InuYasha or Ranma ½ Universe. Personal Fic, OC centrix and characters that had been taken were seriously morphed. OOC in other words and this is a personal fic. YAOI and major M alert. Rate M for language and sexual scenes. Multi-chapter/not finished. PLEASE notice this chapter in particular includes Violence and gruesome details.
AN/ PLEASE notice this chapter in particular includes Violence and gruesome details. I am aware this is a romantic story and it will keep being a romantic story. I wanted to finish something today so bad that I didn't try to grammar check it, so I am sorry for the grammar, spelling and typos/mistakes.
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Moonstruck
It feels like I'm drowning and I don't want to come up for air.
I lost everything, I threw myself in and you took me when no one was there.
-Be there
CHAPTER TWO
BE THERE
OOOO
"I want to know her."
His attention was loosely picked, though his father's voice remained stern, sharing yet another normal dinner with his family, Ranma decided today, was not the day he would let his father beleaguer him. With another chomp at his mother's stew, Ranma swallowing silently, he relished on the smell of lukewarm rice served on the wide table and after he sipped some green-tea down, he decided with a boyish smile to compliment his mother's skills.
His mother smiled and reached out to place her hand on top of his son's, "Thank you darling."
Ranma smiled and swallowed again, he promised Youki they would climb up the roof later that night, Ranma was supposed to bring up the chocolate and Youki was assigned the marshmallows. Ranma beamed yet again, with accelerated rhythm, he started eating with quicker speed, all he wanted was to finish so he could go already. If it wasn't because he didn't want to hurt his mother's feelings, he would have gone without dinner.
"Ranma-" The unyielding voice of his father reverberated through the peaceful environment with retaliating force, and after the rest of the family turned their heads to focus on him, Ranma sighed and acknowledged the fact that wouldn't be able to avoid it anymore. Seeing Ranma's attention on him, Genma insisted, "Ranma I want to know her."
Ranma's eyebrow raised, the bluish sweater covered his tapping fingers and with a somewhat bemused and puzzled snarl, he asked, "Know who?"
"The woman that left those sex marks."
Ranma almost spilled his beverage and the fork was inertly dropped to his left, his father raised a suspicious eyebrow, clearly not amused, Genma decided to push, "It is time my boy brings a pretty girl home and I am not leaving it until I get to see you with one."
The awkwardness of the question sank in a not too humorous environment, "What in th-"
"At least I know you got one already, it's time you let me see her." Eyes cold as the winter steel, Genma's eyes were slightly accusative and Ranma felt pointed, his stomach churned negatively and hoped Youki's parents didn't hear anything that could have been informed to Genma.
Ranko's eyes clashed with those of her twin and pouted, her uneasy smile offering his brother something akin to connection, her fingers started tapping impatiently and being her father challenging her other half, she decided to speak out "Pop, he barely has time for anything apart from martial arts, it is indeed absorbent, where did it come to mind he is seeing som-"
"Shut your mouth young lady, you weren't invited to speak."
Ranko's eyes widened in disbelief and when her fist raised, her mother made sure to place her hand on top of her daughter's, calming the impulse, Ranko's eyes searched for her mother's protection but she relented, "Stay quiet honey, it is men conversation."
"B-but-"
Nodoka quickly made a silent motion with her finger, "Ranko please."
Ranma tensed, "It is true though, I can barely trust my shadow, more less a girl."
"Who is speaking about trust, I am inferring it's time to become a man, a full one. Martial arts can't be an excuse for adjourning your sexual relationships; I am a man with two children and a still beautiful wife."
Ranma's throat constricted and the cringe was therefore followed with a snarl, "What are you implying then? I don't want to speak about this with you-"
"Silence," Genma elevated his hand to interrupt Ranma, he turned to the women present, "leave, this is a men conversation."
Nodoka nodded obeying, her hand reached out for her daughter's in submissive endorsement. Ranko stood and clashed eyes with her brother once more; I am sorry brother, Ranma nodded in silent understanding, after Ranko's tousled, Nodoka made sure to leave the room with her red-haired offspring.
After the best connection he had in the room abandoned him, Ranma couldn't help but take grasp of the fork and focus solely in taking it back to his mouth. He started eating once again, the food was barely chomped and difficultly swallowed, after a couple of quickened munches, Ranma felt his throat constrict. There was something strange in his father's anger and he wasn't sure if he knew something about what he did, or he was genuine about wanting to speak about sex just for the perks of being his father.
"You can't speak about this with anyone else."
Ranma gulped the thick munch of rice and then reached for the coconut milk, "I skip"
"You have sex marks all over your neck."
Uncomfortable
That's the only word that made sense on the raven's head exactly when his father's words started itching in the wrong direction, why would Genma speak about his sexual drive now that it was late and his body was nothing close to virgin anymore, was it because Genma had a twisted and abnormal appeal to just know? Was it because maybe Genma had this perverse desire to brag to who knows who that his son finally became a sexualized man or was it because it was not correct to have sex?
What was even Genma's point of view about sex? Ranma didn't know, he knew his father was filled with tramps and mind-games to make him spill, and in one moment his father could say he wanted his boy to have sex but if Ranma was imbecile enough to spill, he then would be severely castigated. Being Genma proud or against sex, it all seemed that gay sex didn't seem appealing to speak about, and that's even if Ranma never tried anything intrusive on Youki yet. Gay sex meant anything involving two males and an orgasm.
"What are you speaking about?"
"Boy, I don't want to sound too uncomfortable to you, but I am curious of why I haven't met her yet."
"There is no her, I am not seeing any girl," In Ranma's also strict mind, he compelled himself that actually, he wasn't lying at all, with a somewhat discomfited grimace, he continued, "I am getting a vibe that's way too odd and repulsive right now, I am not feeling well so leave it." Honesty seemed the very last drop of his emotions and Ranma didn't dare to lie yet.
His dinner ruined, Ranma decided to stand up, when his father's growl intensified, he thought fearless and blatant that he wanted to go outside, that he would visit Youki as he promised, that he would try on Youki something hot. Almost vanishing his father's less than appealing howling face out of his thoughts; he envisioned a night with his blonde and all the things he could do to him.
Even he thought that after satisfying both, he could then ask him to go to the roof with him and complete what they had previously planned out, eat marshmallows, chocolate, cinnamon buns, he could smoke a couple of cigarettes and as Ranma imagined, he was sure the gilded blonde would take the stress away.
He smiled peevishly, a mix of innocent and deliberate impishness painted his expression. Ranma decided, the night hadn't finished yet, if he made it to Youki's house, he knew he wouldn't be able to say it would be bad at all, out of the contrary, it could be perfect.
After settling a new set of mind, Ranma's main goal transmuted in going out of his house as fast as possible, he couldn't wait anymore. Snapping him out of his mental map, Genma roared and spoke aloud, his voice remained with an indignant tint "That I should 'leave it'? is my boy excluding me from his private life?"
With a straightforward annoyed frown, Ranma's eyes toughened in determination of skipping the useless banter and decided to finish it with a compulsory and unconcealed lie "You shouldn't point out those marks even if they had something to do with my sex life. However, this information I'll throw is for your unnecessarily snooping self," Ranma pointed out at his neck's marks, "these I got 'em practicing."
"Practicing? And why are you being deceiving, you want to leave? You'll see her?"
Ranma's frown remained pensive, it was no lie that since his first heated encounter with Youki, he seemed to have grown distant with his house and he always felt like a caged lion when he wasn't trying to have the blonde to touch him or vice-versa, there was something addicting in trying it, there was something suffocation in not doing it and he found himself obsessing with exploring, tasting and feeling.
"Is it really your business? I just will go for a walk."
But truthfully, Youki was not just sexual alleviation, frankly, Youki was a pretty, sexy face with a very sexy body he liked and enjoyed to touch, to kiss, to taste and excite but after they started kissing affectionately more often, Ranma realized his heart hammered like a tremendous drum against his constricted ribcage when Youki came to his thoughts, his lips tingled to just taste him, his arms longed to wrap around him, his body ached to just be in his presence and even if they didn't plan in having anything sexual he was still eager and happy to see him and get to just be with him.
He realized Youki was still his best friend and a person that made him anxious with his absence. Without mentioning it even to himself, Ranma realized Youki meant much more than he could even explain.
"Boy careful with those words." Genma warned, clearly fed up with Ranma's distracted and obviously petty retorts. Trying to keep his attention from drifting to Youki, Ranma breathed and without minding his mouth moving, he decided to end the argument.
"Anyways, I'll leave and just for you to know, I'd rather keep whatever happens to me to my friends, your well-known promiscuous self isn't portrait for me, I can see mom is not proud of have fallen for you." Then after disrespectfully grimacing, Ranma made a disgusted frown. "How awkward dad."
Ranma's exterior confidence made Genma grunt angrily; there was a line between respect and sassiness that grew thinner with each word his son spoke, of course in his opinion.
He was aware he could be truly a controlling man but he always envisioned his son bragging about his newly discovered sexuality with him. For his dream relied in having done the same with his own father, the fact that Ranma traced a thick line between what seemed almost professional martial arts' lessons and his own private life surely grew an immediate bitterness that left him with a venomous taste inside his mouth.
Genma stood, his son has always been of a brash character but for some reason, the same brashness that made him proud before, made him react of immediate rage and without his son expecting it, a brusque fist was thrown at him, Genma felt his knuckles making contact with Ranma's side face and without shielding, his son's back violently clashed with the family's wooden furniture, provoking the glass from the frontal doors to break into million pieces and fall along with many ceramic ornaments squarely down the raven's unprotected head.
Ranma reflects this time seemed to be too late to yield him, Genma saw as the violent smash destabilized his son to the floor and with a short sneer, Genma noticed blood on his son's head to face became devisable from his spot, surely the glass and many ceramic pieces made sure to open Ranma's head in an admittedly nasty bloodied wound.
Ranma hissed as some books fell over him and the final clatters were heard. Unmoving, Ranma remained crashed against the now ruined family furniture; he barely reminded his wounded ego that it wasn't the fist, no. What defeated him was the broken glass against his head. In the distance, Ranko was heard to run after him, and admittedly hurt; his chest ached when he also witnessed his own mother detaining her from moving another inch inside the room, basically from aiding him. Nodoka's hand grasped her daughter's arm and with unknown force, Ranko was dragged out of sight. "Mom! What the hell is he doing to Ran-!"
"It is not our business honey" It was faint, but Ranma heard her.
He breathed, a copper taste tanged his tongue and he guessed it was probably, no, surely, his own blood. Every sound became insanely loud and after the last plate fell on his head, his vision finally became blurry, without closing his eyes or without being given time to rest, his heard with strenuous force how his father approached his defeated form.
"How dare you?!" lifted from the glass' flakes and brusquely shook by the collar, Ranma almost unconscious response relied on a silent curse that had his father raging all over again. Valiantly his wavering hands fisted on his father's forearms.
"Fuck you."
A brusque slap across his bloodied face and Ranma had spit out the blood pooling inside his mouth. I was the first time his father slapped him in that demeanor. He hissed again as he was slapped again.
"Do you think I spoke that way to my father?!"
Ranma barely moved his head in negative, he knew he was defenseless and the gripping apprehension won his spirit, at least enough to agree just once. His father pushed him all the way down and crashed him against the floor, with renewed wrath, he lifted his hemorrhaging son again and after Ranma's nose started bleeding, Genma almost spat "Then why the fuck are you speaking me like that?!"
Ranma moved his head again, mouth paralyzed and eyes still unapologetic, his tiny sneer was taken as an impenitent retort and when Ranma's cold hands grasped his father's arms to take them off, Genma realized Ranma would not be giving up, after one last abrupt slap, he dropped him down the flakes and proceeded to kick him straight on the ribs, Genma stood up and strutted over the door, "Leave now, come back when you are sorry."
"Genma he is bleeding, I think he understood." Intervened Nodoka, slightly afraid, she moved to her son's side and tried to get him up, Ranma snarled, there was nothing he wanted from that woman that dared to call herself his mother. He propped his weight with the remaining force in store and shook her off his arm.
The frame was not an infrequent picture inside their house, at least when it came to violence. Sure, this was the first time his father went to such brutal extents, but previously and in other usual ferocious days, if it was not Ranko crying with a hand printed on the side of her cheek, it was Ranma's nose bleeding and a parted lip. Ranma usually didn't perceive those gestures as a signal of mistreat –but rather as a rectification-, he was sure today, his father, rather, his family crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed.
Another kick was fiercely thrown at his side, Ranma swore that man was not his father, "I wanted to start a new bond between us, the disgrace is this insolent traced a rather thick and rude line between us," Genma kicked him again, "His attitude is worse and this boy needs to learn-"
"I know Genma, but enough-"
Nodoka's words stuck up her throat as Ranma started vomiting.
Ranko's tears started flowing as the violent altercate felt more against herself than she thought possible. The gripping sorrow strangled her lungs in a vehement shackle but when the inhuman hit his father gave Ranma despite that he was still vomiting, she decided enough was enough.
"Mom! Make it stop!" Ranko cried out loud, her voice was screeching, insanely desperate and genuinely mortified, the tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran to be on the side of her brother. Kneeling down on his side, she made her arms a shield to protect him from another hit "Oh my god! Mom make it stop!" she soared a silent scream, "Please"
Her arms wrapped around her brother's waist, her knees were stained with his waste and selflessly, she let him vomit the rest of what he had stored without allowing him to be hit. Eyes miserable and face reddened with black mascara running down a sweaty, stained face, Ranko yelled again "Leave him already!"
Still spitting the lasts drops of puke and lastly retching, Ranma moved his head in disapproval, "Ranko" he spat another acidic string, "get the fuck off, you'll get in troubles."
"No Ranma-" Genma neared and with a hard slap Ranko was diminished again.
Ranma retched and reacted, "Don't fucking touch her!" he swallowed through his scored lacerated throat, "ever again!" his warning tone remained strong despite his position, "The shit is on me, leave her outta this!"
Ranko covered the half of her face and Nodoka was quick to grab her to leave, before leaving, Nodoka kneeled and caressed Ranma's face, His mother shook her head in disapproval, "Honey, Ranma, better leave and think about what you did."
Fuck you.
When both women left, Ranma gasped as he was pushed to stand, the thick droplet of blood slid between his eyes to land on the tip of his nose, "I want you to apologize; else I will not think of you when it gets to be the time I shall leave my last name to someone. I want someone of my trust to be endowed with such honor."
"W-well, you can suck it."
"You may be not be sorry young man and you won't repair the damage you have inflicted in me, I am upset at you and if you don't apologize soon, it will be irreversible."
The amount of thick blood that concentrated on the tip of his nose fell relentlessly ruining the bluish hoodie he selected to see Youki, "I-I said you can suck it…" Ranma swallowed, "c-can I go upstairs? Aren't you d-done?" his head throbbed in pain and the ardor made it impossible to think clearly, his father moved his head in negative.
"You will leave for the night," mercilessly, Genma grasped his son's arm and as wobbly as Ranma could move, he dragged him all the way to the frontal door, almost falling clumsily, Ranma tried to keep up with his father's quick walking tandem "You will learn that when I get to ask you about your girls, sex, training, friends, parties you better respond."
"That's an order."
That's ridiculous.
Ranma laughed through a copper breath, the sarcasm and defying tone endured notwithstanding his brittle body's condition. The fact he had a severe concussion made itself clear as tiny dark circles were starting to be discernible from his perspective, Ranma was mercilessly pushed out of the house, but when he thought he was finally left in peace, he felt his father yanking him up by the hoodie and with quickened pace, he started dragging him as far as he could imagine from his own house.
Walking all the way to the street of the neighborhood Genma made sure that with a ruthless drop, his son was tossed to the floor again, "Get somewhere to sleep, you will not come back until I am ready to forgive you."
Ranma grunted as more blood fell from the profound Injury he probably had, Ranma coughed and saw as his father's strenuous steps finally and thankfully faded away and leisurely cruel, disappeared to leave him alone. "I hope you know how bad you did this time Ranma."
OOOOO
He knocked, he grunted and it was probably maybe too late to be knocking as loud as he did, his vision was getting fuzzier with each passing second and when he heard footsteps on the other side, he could admit he almost cried. It was freezing outside; the concussion was ardent and downright painful.
It was a pain so excruciating that it made it agonizing to even move, after his father left, he wobbled all the way to the other side of the neighborhood until he finally find himself knocking on the frontal door of the house he trusted maybe even more than his own. Ranma knocked and knocked with what remaining force he had, for several minutes until his fist hurt, he knew judging by the house, he had to be persistent. He understood it was pretty late but by this throbbing point, he knew he would do as much as to kneel if he was asked to, all he wanted was the painful injury to get treated.
But of course, he was happy the help he pursued wouldn't make him do nothing of the sorts, for it was absolutely loving and sincere. For that same thought, the persistent knocking would worth it at the end, he knew it, he just hoped to not lose conscious outside.
He was sleepy, pained and tired, all he wanted was someone to answer the door and that's where he currently found himself in, knocking and beyond relieved when he heard footsteps on the other side, honestly, he felt way too weak to climb all the way up to the window he knew would open up in just a second, but he urgently needed to rest, his vision was beyond blurry, his head felt like a tone of broken bricks and strangely the wound in his head seemed not to clot.
"Hey-" Youki paralyzed, his tongue caught up inside his mouth when his best friend stood stained in darkened blood just in front of him, his eyes widened and every single alarm inside his head chanted frightened in absolute terror. He screamed and his chest closed the air from respiting. Once Ranma wobbled, his hasty instinct was to reach forwards to the seemingly fragile teen, "Oh my lord! Ranma!"
Smiling tiredly, Ranma politely saluted and as he felt a pair of alarmed arms around him, he slowly allowed his brain to get disconnected.
OOOOO
The damp cotton was leisurely pressed against a cleaner wound, Ranma's muscle reflex tensed at the ardent sensation. Laying on youki's bed and tucked to his side, Ranma was still unconscious after he was able to make it upstairs.
When Youki first heard an insistent knocking downstairs, he felt distress. His parents were on a travel so he suspiciously wondered who could be willing to visit him at around 2 in the morning, when the hour became absurd, he guessed it was probably Ranma who couldn't make it for their plans, happy to receive his raven even if they were supposed to meet earlier, Youki rampaged downstairs and when he opened the door, his heart made sure to jump out of his chest.
"Oh my lord! Ranma" His eyes widened at the gruesome imagine, blood tainting an otherwise flawless white skin, the whole left of Ranma's side was tainted with clot less blood and dirt.
His whole world dropped and ice seemed to replace his veins. He couldn't even say his best friend's eye was intact from injury. The grotesque picture engraved inside his skull and when his arms instinctually reached out to him, his friend's knees finally gave in.
"Ranma oh my god! no please!" The tears were more than from the impression response, his heart was chugged inside his ribcage and the bloodied front of the raven haired was resting against him, "Oh dear God no!"
Ranma could have died.
After making sure to close the door with both of them inside, Youki resolved to drag him to the living room and sit him on the couch, with shaky hands, Youki ran to the nearest house -phone and dialed the first two digits that would bring professional help in due time. Ranma even after appearing to be unconscious reached out to grasp his wrist, stopping him altogether, Youki hitched in surprise, between consciousness and dizziness, Ranma moved his head in negative, "Don't call anyone, I'm fine, I'm just sleepy."
Youki gasped, relieved he was speaking, and with watery eyes he kneeled to be on the couch's level, Youki's hands lounged forwards on each side of Ranma's cheeks, "Ranma! Oh my God! You are awake!"
"E-easy…" Ranma gasped, his left dirtied hand reached up to touch Youki's shoulder and then up to his rosy soft cheek, "My father reprimanded me, don't worry," He smiled weakly and closed his eyes, "I just feel dizzy." The blonde's tears fell in blazing achiness as his arms encircled Ranma close to his chest, tender not to hurt him anymore, Youki made sure to cushion his head in the warmth of his embrace.
With bitterness and as he closed his eyes, Youki was reminded that he was used in letting his best friend use his knees to sleep, Ranma was sometimes to beaten to even stand, not that he was a weak child, out of the contrary, Ranma was sometimes too obdurate to even accept his house was abusive rather than rectifying.
Separating their bodies to allow Youki's thumbs to clean some of the blood off of Ranma's cheeks, he gasped in between relentless tears. "Dear God" he sobbed as his eyes met Ranma's still crystalline blue eyes, "Are your eyes fine?" Through all the clotted blood and dirt, he realized the answer was very likely to be no. More tears fell from Youki's aqua eyes as the raven haired blink but much to his relief, Ranma moved his head in reassurance.
"It's not my eye is my head… I can see you well with my two eyes don't worry." His tone remained quiet and slightly feeble, Youki reached up again and with feathery touch he caressed the side of his face.
Ranma's face hitched in discomfort, his limbs were starting to numb, his head felt wonky and woozy and when another droplet of blood fell all the way down to his chin; Youki panicked yet again and rose to his feet, when Ranma questioned with his tired eyes, Youki reached out for the phone and started dialing again.
"D-Don't call anyone, just help me out." The plea was almost desperate, Youki bit his lips and he analyzed whether the wound seemed too profuse to treat it by himself. Youki sighed and kneeled again, he found his way in between Ranma's separated legs and after receiving a short smile from the raven, Youki reached out to hug him yet again.
After approaching his face to the raven's, Youki allowed himself to quickly press his plump lips against Ranma's warm dried ones, tasting copper, Youki's chest confined in what seemed sadness and a never ending urge to protect the raven he loved.
Youki dipped his head just slightly and after ungluing their lips, his breath hovered in a tender and desperate measure of affection, "Okay okay," cleaning the tears away, Youki smiled through confliction and reached again to caress Ranma's face "I'll heal that, but make a little effort in getting upstairs to my bedroom, okay?" The tears weren't stopping and the smile that he showed was nothing more than a fascia to fleece his deep preoccupation.
"Okay, but don't cry…" cleansing messily some of the tears away and sluggishly replacing the stain with yellowish blood, Ranma apologized for having him dirtied, Youki's tears kept an even flow and he reached to hug him again, "Shh… idiot don't apologize" after a kiss near his ear, Youki whispered smoothly, "just let me help you upstairs okay? It'll get better…"
After intending to stand up, Ranma's head started feeling dizzy all over again, he still nodded and hoped he wouldn't faint in the way up. With his best friend's help and his loving patience, he was able to make it upstairs.
Almost an hour later, Youki's fine hands were making the last amends for nurturing Ranma's previously profuse wounds, when Youki first started, he made sure Ranma stood awake, especially when he cleaned and disinfected Ranma's head gash. The raven haired youth cringed at the whole process and his arms remained wrapped around Youki's waist until the later finished.
The room smelled of sterilized alcohol and medicine when Youki was finally done. After initially getting upstairs, Ranma was offered a bath and after taking it, Youki pulled out some clothes Ranma left on previous nights. After bathing and being fully and comfortably clothed, Youki started the whole sanitizing process. Once and only when he was done, Ranma asked if he could sleep already and after another chaste tender lip-lock, Youki assured that yes he could.
He was thankful Ranma wouldn't need stitches or any other profession intervention, the blood that oozed dramatically finally clotted for good and some conventional ointment was enough to make sure it would scar it healthily. A cotton bight was safely placed on Ranma's scalp to the upper front and Youki smiled as his raven finally slept, of course when Ranma was being bathed, he was scrutinized until Youki was sure no more glass flakes made it through his black tresses, after such a long day, Youki knew Ranma was tired, tremendously exhausted and Youki recalled his bright blue eyes being mid-mast the entire bathing session.
Ranma was positively an adorable desirable man. Reminding himself of when he bathed Ranma, Youki's cheeks flushed and he seriously hoped Ranma didn't notice how flustered he was as the sponge was leisurely used as a fine caress against his skin. He was glad it was done, the bathing, the dressing and the healing. Ranma now slept and looked healthier than when he first arrived. All he cared was for his best friend's wellbeing.
Ranma slept as soon as his head touched the cozy pillow and when Youki's fingers ran through his raven locks, he easily fell on one of the deepest and -despite his wounds- most comfortable nights of sleep he could have asked for. Youki leaned in and chastely kissed his reddened cheeks and noticing the fever, Youki sighed preoccupied and knew it would be a rather long, long restless night.
OOOO
AN/ This is insanely challenging for me. What happened to the characters was necessary and I needed a little bit of depth and character development in order to continue as perfect as I want it to be, so in short, this was way TOO necessary, it is still a mere romantic story so rest assured. This didn't sound too fluffy but believe me when I say, it IS. I just wanted the characters to have some story backwards. I think things are marching okay.
Till next time (maybe tomorrow?)
Batya