A Vampire Knight FanFiction

Minu ga Hana

"Reality can't compete with imagination"

CHAPTER TWO:

Surprise


After being tugged, shoved, thrust, jostled, elbowed, bumped, manhandled, hauled, heaved, jerked and yanked for five straight minutes I was beginning to wish I'd stayed in the classroom. The whirl-wind trip through identical corridors left me with a pounding headache and a very, very vague idea of what anything was.

"What is air?" I groaned as they slowed down to a normal walk, I placed my hands on either side of my head and let the two melodramatic people (well, the two people who were almost as melodramatic as me) steer me for the last leg of the journey.

I was still reeling when I heard screams. "Huh? Has someone died?" I asked, immediately feeling revived and snapping my head back up.

"Them? Oh no, they're just fangirls." Harumi assured me, patting my back and stifling a grin.

"Is it ever just a fangirl? Fangirls are obsessive- most have OCD." I shot back, rolling my eyes and poking Mizuki.

"You would know… and stop it." She commanded, not even looking down.

"Stop what- oh." Harumi grinned as she realized what I was doing, and quickly joined in on the poking fest.

After Mizuki had shoved us to the sides we both burst into hysterics, laughing fit to burst as she glared at us- it only served to make the situation even funnier.

"Shut it. We better get going- or do you want to miss it?" She questioned Harumi, a victorious smirk ghosting over her features. Harumi snapped to attention and began to stride purposefully towards the raving mass of fangirls. I had nothing against fangirls when I knew their purpose. However, this mob? They looked so insane it was creepy and I didn't know what in the world was making them act like chipmunks on caffeine.

Mizuki grabbed my arm and yanked me after the black-haired teenager who at the moment was at a 'doubted-sane-level' in my mind, no-one, no matter what, would want to walk into that mess of lunatics and physco's! I voiced these so-obviously-more-than-doubtful-but-let's-keep-it-at-doubtful-for-now thoughts to my taller friend, "Are you crazy, or suicidal?! They look like real, tough, mean fan-" I was cut off as she clamped her hand over my mouth, standing behind me, the only thing missing from this kidnapping scene was a gun. I squeaked and- force of habit, I swear- raised my hands into an 'I'm unarmed- and I surrender' position. She scoffed; let me go (except for the arm she was pulling out of its socket) and then kept dragging me toward the mass.

When we reached the fangirls I put up a final attempt at freedom from their insane madness (is that a redundant statement?).

…And failed.

Okay, so maybe trying to fly away by creating a jetpack with my mind wasn't my smartest decision yet… but I will never admit that out loud. Risking the damage of my precious ego? Nu-uh.

Sinking to new levels of joking about my ego to myself while being kidnapped by my best friend? Seemed like me.

I shook my head furiously, no time to be soul searching Yumi! When I'd finished internally scolding myself I looked up, only to find that black cloth surrounded me on all sides. I nearly screamed- holy cow, had Mizuki gotten hold of a bag to put over my head- before I recognized it as the expensive fabric from my new school uniform, even though I was tall I couldn't see over the heads and bodies of these fangirls. Odd, huh? I looked downwards to confirm a theory, and sure enough, almost every girl had changed her tan boots to add extra heels, and of course because they were all from well off families it looked like it was the original design of the boot. The only reason I knew so much about the boot was because I had spent a week wearing them to get used to them, and had ended up cutting off the majority of the heel because it was almost impossible to run away effectively in them, which I found out to my cost. Damn Heiji. Damn him and his bloody basketball running speed. If only I'd brought my sandshoes with me that day…

Anyway.

I heard a massive creaking sound and two people's voices over the sounds that the 'mob' was making.

"Please step back! Make room! Please!" Was a fretting female's voice, vaguely familiar, I listened for a second before switching to listen to the other voice.

"Get out of the way, step back right now." Sca~ry. The creepy voice sounded like it itself could do you in, and that was even without seeing the body. My spine was on felt like it was on ice, and my 'scary-person-fear-them-alert' was ringing, really loudly.

Then I basically heard no more as the mob crashed forwards shoving me into people all around me and the screaming began.

"KYA! IDOL-SENPAI!" Who-senpai?

"WILD-SENPAI YOU'RE SO COOL!" There was somebody named 'wild'?

"SHIKI-SENPAI PLEASE SMILE FOR ME!" An emo perhaps?

"RUKA-SAN LET ME LOVE YOU!" Screamed a male's voice, he sounded half-crazed.

"TOYA-CHAN I LOVE YOUR HAIR TODAY!" Male again.

"KURAN-SENPAI MARRY ME!" Say what?

"ICHIJOU-SENPAI PLEASE HUG ME!" Ichijou? As in the blonde-haired person I met earlier? As in 'smiley, kind' Ichijou?

Right.

No, wait, sorry, WHAT?

"Yumi," Mizuki said firmly, her voice coming from nowhere, "Don't ask any questions." I grimaced, how could she read my mind so easily? I hadn't even seen her for over six months! I pouted and followed her pulling. When we'd finally gotten near the forefront of the hyperventilating crowd, I was trying to pull out my earphones from my pocket. Any music on my iPod would be better than listening to shrieks and yelling until I became deaf.

There were around two lines of people in front of me. Mizuki gave one last tug and we were rocketed to the front of the line. I heard a few disgruntled shouts from the people we'd passed (and a few I'd stepped on the toes of) before I looked forwards, down to my right a bit to see why all these girls (and a few boys) were losing their dignity.

The school committee people were… okay, so in actuality Cross-chan was pushing back and yelling, while the silver-haired scowler was just glaring at them and they kept their distance, although they were still screaming.

Coming from two iron doors was a whole bunch of people, each wearing uniforms with the exact opposite colours of the day class; white fabric and black piping, I busied myself trying to study the doors. Don't do it Yumi, come on, don't give in! Doing great Yumi! Now, think about that artwork, is it not fantastic? Almost reminiscent of… Yumi, don't you-

Oh, who was I kidding? I looked back at the inverted colour class of students. They were all drop-dead (not that they were zombies or anything) gorgeous (excuse the cliché)- the males, the females, hell, even the ones whose gender I couldn't quite distinguish from a quick glance- they were all stunning.

At the front of the group of people was one teenager; around him was a group of similarly good-looking people. He was tall, had reddish-brown hair with deep, slightly smiling garnet coloured eyes. He was watching Cross-chan as she repressed the masses. His face greatly reminded me of what the Mona Lisa was supposed to look like; smiling but so sad.

Standing a bit in front of him was a girl, who looked a fair bit shorter than he did; she had a willowy, thin figure. Her pale brown hair fell in waves to her waist, luckily for her it fell into place and she didn't need to use a hairband. With pale, creamy skin and the elegant way she walked, she looked like the most graceful thing I had ever seen. Her eyes looked bored as they surveyed the crowd, distrust and judging was clear in the eyes, they were the exact shade of her hair, only with more pronounced pink.

A blonde boy jumped to the front of the group and began shooting an imaginary gun at any girls that were screaming. He had a mess of golden-blonde hair that looked so perfectly windswept that he'd probably spiked it with gel. His eye-catching sapphire blue eyes twinkled as he strode along confidently, flirting his way past the crowd. Trailing the lean teen was an incredibly tall person, the tallest of the group. His bored, amber eyes watched the group as if he was wishing they would be quiet. Besides from his height his shock of orange coloured hair spiked in every direction, that and his tan skin, in opposites to the rest of the group, made him stick out like a sore thumb.

A little way behind the first male was a couple… I think, they looked pretty close and were either best friends or there was some romance going on there. He had spiky maroon locks and she had her orange (a few shades darker than Mr Tall) hair in cute, bowed piggy tails. Her electric, almost cerulean, blue eyes watched the girls in a bored fashion, mimicking the expression of her friend, his eyes were a few shades paler than hers, their cerulean beauty clashing and matching perfectly with his hair.

Standing a few feet behind Mr Mona Lisa was a straight-faced girl of average height. She had silvery violet hair that was choppy and ended before her shoulders and a choppy fringe that stopped just short of her pale violet eyes- only a few shades darker than her silky-looking hair.

But the most surprising person in the group was the person walking just behind the tall guy. Ichijou. I knew he was in the Night Class… but I didn't know that all the night class were gorgeous, and elegant and… for want of a better word, prestigious.

I thought hard for a few seconds. I leant over to Mizuki and shouted (but in the noise of everything going around it was the equivalent of a whisper), "Mizuki! Is that a class for models?"

She laughed, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. Harumi popped out of nowhere. I shrieked and jumped behind Mizuki. Harumi pulled me back, laughing and saying (/shouting but… details, details.). "Yumi, don't move or you'll lose your spot! And, you are such a wuss." I poked my tongue at her and reiterated my question to Ms Scare-me-and-make-me-almost-wet-myself. "Really? After that writing course we did, the best you can come up with is models?"

I pouted, "I only did that class because you made me! Anyway, what are they… meanie?"

"Isn't it obvious? They're the night class."

"Oh, I know this one! The people who use the school when we sleep, kinda like bats? But why is-"

"There a separate class? They're all geniuses, so it's kinda like the extension class."

"But why are they all-"

"Good-looking?"

"Stop interrupting me!"

"Stop being stupid."

"Looks fade, " I gestured to the Night Class, "But dumb is forever, so be sorry for me."

She rolled her eyes, "Why do I even try? The answer to your question is… just because."

Mizuki laughed wryly from over my shoulder and patted my head, "You're no better than Yumi here."

Harumi did some weird jellyfish thing with her arms before she pointed to the almost-upon-us-genius-model-class and said, "Shut up. Or we'll miss it."

"Miss what? As in the teacher's name, I'm pretty sure our teacher's name is Miss Fujimoto." Harumi and Mizuki shot me identical cynical looks. I laughed and they both hit me lightly. Small pranks like that were almost as good as the big ones. Almost. Once I had stolen every chair from Heiji's classroom, and made a sculpture outside, sticking it together with super glue. That was probably better than what I had just done, but they were similar on my laughing scale.

I watched with the impassive Harumi and the smirking Mizuki as the night class moved along, the disciplinary committee moving along with them, suppressing the crowds. Once the night class had almost passed us, and the stragglers were making their way at the end of the model group I saw what Mizuki and Harumi had brought me here for. I squealed and made to jump over and glomp the person before Kiryuu-san (or Kiryuu-baka, whichever) appeared in front of me, glaring.

I shivered. Holy cow, what a scary teenager. I pretended to be as fearless as Harry when he confronted Voldemort in the forest in the seventh book- I cried so much in that book- and I took a step forwards. "Go back to your dormitory new girl."

"No way. Old… boy…"

He shot me the (overly used in my opinion) 'are you stupid look' then glared and I heard the crowd behind me move back in unison. I gulped. "Get out of the way, please."

"Get back into line."

"No."

Glaring look.

"You get back into line," I put my hands on my hips and silently counted to three. When three had come and gone (and maybe twenty had gone too but whatever) I pulled out the best move in my artillery. I had learnt this particular move from ballroom dancing.

I rammed my foot down on his toe and while he cussed, I ducked under his flailing arms and charged after the night class.

"HAN-CHAN!" I yelled, a few meters behind said person I stopped and waited for a reaction.

Kimiko spun round, her eyes on fire, looking as if she was ready to beat me up. "WHOEVER CALLED ME THAT BETTER… Yumi? YUMI?"

We flew at each other.

"Kimiko!"

"Yumi!"

"How-"

"Great! Y-"

"Brilliant!"

"When-"

"Today, did-"

"Yeah-"

"It's-"

"I know!"

"How's-"

"Okay, but-"

"All good."

"Are you-"

"Of course, y-"

"Absolutely!"

"H-"

"Same."

"Mi-"

"No change."

"Why'd-"

"Grandma-"

"Ouch, but did-"

"Yeah, it was-"

"That?"

"Nah, it-"

"Oh!"

"I kno-"

"It's so-"

"Why'd they-"

"I agree!"

"Ah, yes!"

We stood still for a moment.

"I'VE MISSED YOU!" we yelled in unison, flying at each other again. It was only a full minute after, when we had finished hugging, that we looked around, only to see the disciplinary committee, the night class and the day class watching us.

I waved sheepishly at everyone watching, "Nothing to see here! May-"

"As well go back to whatever you were doing." Kimiko finished, smiling at me. I laughed and we hugged again. Somebody scoffed.

I felt a hand on my shoulder before someone ripped me from one of my oldest and best friends. I looked up into the lilac and hard eyes of Kiryuu Zero. "Stop hugging, it's disgusting." I stood on his foot again, this time my only reason was that I was irritated, it turned out that stamping on his toe only made him even more irritated.

"Go away bully. I want to talk to Kimiko."

"You sound like a little kid." Kimiko joked.

I laughed with her, "I know, right?"

Zero pulled me back. "Oi, bully! Quit it! I can walk."

"Then get back to your dormitory." I gave him a sour look then began following the flow of day class girls; they were following the already departed (apparently the Yumi and Kimiko circus was not entertaining enough for them) Night Class students. I walked parallel with Kimiko.

"Kimiko, how come we can't talk to each other?"

"Their kinda protective over the night class."

"Why?"

She jokingly dusted off her shoulders and sent a smug look my way, "Why waste genius?"

I snorted derisively. "If that's the reasoning, I think they should let people attack you. No genius to waste there."

"You sound just like Mizuki."

"I think sarcasm must be catching."

"Wouldn't be surprised if it was. I'll have to go and get vaccinated."

I smiled lightly. After a brief pause, I voiced my biggest question. "How'd you get your eyebrow's to grow back so perfectly? I thought that they looked pretty smashed up when you emailed me."

"Guess I'm just lucky."

"Unlucky more like. I've never hear of any other mini-Einstein's who've managed to blow off their eyebrows in their teenage years."

She scoffed, "You've clearly never read Harry Potter."

"What Seamus Finnegan's is a mini-Einstein?"

"Touché. So I heard Heiji skipped a year. Is he in your class?"

"No, thank god. Imagine how dumb I'd look if he was in my class. He should join the Night Class." I joked; playing with a leaf I'd noticed that was lying on the ground.

She answered quickly, almost like I'd said something to worry her. "You'd leave me in charge of your brother?"

"Better you than Mizuki."

"Better Harumi than me." She echoed, watching my fingers play with the broken leaf.

"Better the devil than Harumi." I tore it up and let the remains scatter in the wind.

"Better the devil than… We're here." I looked up at the imposing figure of my new school.

"You gotta go then."

"Yep."

I hugged her tightly, "See you tomorrow, 'Kay?"

"You know how to get back to the dormitory right?"

"If I get lost I'll make a noise like a goat and you can come help me."

"A goat?"

"I watched The Sound of Music yesterday."

"Oh."

I smiled sheepishly.

"See you."

I walked off; it was just before she closed the door that I remembered something. "Ngh! Wait! Kimiko, can you tell Ichijou-senpai something for me?"

"Yeeeeeeeep."

"Tell him yes. I googled it."

She laughed, "Sure thing." Then she was gone.

I hummed a small tune as I walked back to the dormitory, despite Kimiko's forebodings I found it easy to find. The building was rather conspicuous after all. This whole place was rather gothic; archways, carved windows, grey colours, bridges… heck, I was just waiting for a mythical beast (troll, witch or something like that) to jump out of nowhere and try to at me or enslave me. I gulped; crap, I'd forgotten to pack my 'in-case-of-emergency-mythical-beast-protector-kit', if something like a vampire tried to eat me I would be toast.

I made a mental resolution to steal some garlic from the cafeteria next time I was there.

When I finally, and I am really stretching 'finally' here in my mind because it took ages, got back to the dorm I was greeted with the weirdest of scenes. There were people everywhere; girls rushing to their rooms, gossiping on the couches, screaming down the corridors and then there was Yuuki. She looked utterly perplexed and tired; she walked over to me "Hey Hayashi-chan! How are you enjoying your first day?"

"This school is physco." I answered immediately, seeing her crestfallen face I quickly added, "Not that I don't like physco! Physco is like my god, physco and I are like best friends, we eat lollipops together and we both love cuckoo clocks."

"Cuckoo clocks?"

"We can have a hobby."

She shifted, her eyes diverted to look at who-knows-what and who-know where. I think I'd just made her think I was actually, non-jokingly insane. Whoops~! "So Hayashi-chan, do you know Kaneko-senpai?"

"Who's…? NO WAIT I KNOW THIS ANSWER!" I thought for a long, long, long second (and maybe a minute was tagged along there too). "Erm, you mean Kimiko right?"

"Yes,"

"Oh yeah~! I've known her for ages; we used to be together in the roll. And she helped me with some… uh… experiments…"

Yuuki's interest was perked. Damn big mouth. "What experiments?"

Letting the school councillor know about my 'nefarious schemes' (-Kimiko quote right there) this early, before I'd even done anything bad, was a big no-no. "The kind you… um… do on… uh… on a really big… oh is that the time? I must be going~!" I waved to her chirpily before I sprinted up the stairs.

It was times like this, times when I was really lost, I would have appreciated better signage. And, as it turns out, there was three levels to the gigantic dorm; and there were snaky corridors, snarky students and stupid signage. Oh god, did I just think in alliteration? My Japanese teacher would be so proud.

So eventually, after pestering the directions off a sweet girl with plaits I finally managed to get into my room. I took mental note of the number. 27. I pushed open the door and almost died when my eyes and ears received a sensory overload.

"Yumi! I thought you were lost!"

Besides from the squealing (that was definitely Harumi) and reprimanding comments from Mizuki, and through her caramel brown hair, I also noticed the fact that there was a big, black plastic bag squat in the middle of my room.

"I was lost… and now I am found." I pretend to sound preaching.

"Really? That's what you're going with?" Harumi jumped onto my bed, completely sprawled and comfortable.

"May as well take this away then…" Mizuki moved over to the plastic bag.

I reacted without thinking; the best kind of reaction. "NO NO NO!"

Mizuki ruffled my hair (was I a Labrador?) and lugged the bag over to the other bed where she sat down. "So I'm gonna take a stab in the dark and say that my new dorm mate is you?"

"The one and only. 'Cause I asked Headmaster Cross and he said he'd put me in a room with you, 'cause I was new."

Harumi laughed, then looked at me with a fake pout, "And what about your dearest friend?"

"Who? Kimiko? KIDDING. Sheesh, you didn't need to throw a pillow at me. I just assumed that you were in a room with her."

"I'm not."

Mizuki leaned forwards; a half-smile flitted onto her face, "No kidding."

"Shut up Mizuki."

"So then who are you with?"

"A nutty chick who thinks Kaname-senpai is the height of cool."

"Whom?"

"Night class dude."

I laughed… easing the tension was not what I was best at… that, and the fact that I was dying to see what was in that bag. I eyed it off for a minute. What if it was a decomposed, chopped up dead body? What then? Was that aiding and abetting murderers? I'm sure they had a good reason. "So… Mizuki… what's in the bod- uh, the bag?"

"Were you about to say body-bag?"

"No."

"You so were."

I poked my tongue out, "What's in the bag?"

She chucked it to me. It was light.

Not a dead body then.

I clawed the plastic apart and peered into the green-hued light. There was something fluffy at the bottom. I reached in… and ended up having to put the bag down, then, take out the thing. Yes, I was slightly uncoordinated. The fluffy thing was soft and squishy. I brought it out and held it up to the dying sunset. It was big, yellow and adorable. I made a squeaking sound. I'd wanted a duck suit for ages! It was a sunny yellow, and it had a hood I could pop over my head to look like a duck head. I flew at Mizuki.

"NAW THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

I then jumped on Harumi and screamed the exact same thing. Haumi laughed and explained it was a late birthday present for me from the two of them, when I finished hugging (strangling), thanking and shrieking Harumi left to go have a shower and Mizuki moved into the shower in our room. I sat down on my messy bed.

I have the best friends ever. My birthday was a week ago, but thanks to my grandma, Heiji and I had spent half of that week in etiquette classes. Disgusting. I was about to start unpacking when I heard a ping sound come from my phone. I picked it up and looked at the screen, 1 new message. I unlocked it and read it.

Ichijou says wow and of course you did- Kimiko

I snorted. Trust Kimiko to not pay attention in class, only to get an A+ on her test. Tell him 'well google is very reliable'-Yumi

He says it is until you get a virus and your computer crashes- Kimiko

That sucks. I hate it when that happens. –Yumi

You do realize I'm in class and supposed to be paying attention right?- Kimiko

Where else would you be? - Yumi

I thought so. –Kimiko

Love you too- Yumi

Ichijou says you have to put up better firewalls- Kimiko

Tell him my computer hates me- Yumi

He says it's an inanimate object- Kimiko

Tell him to come meet my laptop- Yumi

?- Kimiko

It can hate. It is a mean piece of equipment- Yumi

Doubtful (that was me)- Kimko

Meanie – Yumi

Ichijou says it can't actually hate anybody – Kimiko

Tell him my computer's very temperamental. It's almost bi-polar. –Yumi

He says 'lol XD' – Kimiko

Like as in he said that or made a face like that? – Yumi

Can I say both? –Kimko

Yep – Yumi

Both. -Kimiko

LOL- Yumi

;D - Kimiko

;P – Yumi

Gotta go, class is starting- Kimiko

Have fun! I'll be sleeping~! – Yumi

I chucked my phone onto my bedside and started the horrible process known as unpacking. When I'd finished… the majority of it anyway, my fiddly things (gadgets, notebooks, keepsakes) didn't need to be unpacked yet, anyway, when I'd finished unpacking I made my way into the bathroom for a shower. Amazingly and awesomely, each room was equipped with a small bathroom; with one small rule, after dinner no one was allowed to have a shower. Dinner was 6:30 on the dot, and we weren't allowed to be in pyjamas. When I'd finished the glorious thing known to mankind as 'a shower', I put on a pair of jeans and a Doctor Who T-shirt. Mizuki gave me a disapproving look.

"What?"

"I thought you'd gotten over Doctor Who…"

My face quickly became aghast, in complete unison with my topsy-turvy emotions, "Mizuki! You know full well that once one has seen the marvellous figure that is David Tennant in Doctor Who, one cannot simply, just, leave!"

"Ai, ai, ai! Calm down! Are you all done?"

"Aye sir!"

"Whatever, let's go to dinner."

"B-b- but you haven't accepted the-"

"Yumi. Now."

"Yes ma'am."


A / N:

OH MY GOD, you guys are like... like... QGNWKERLNGJLRNGLJKRENG SUPER-TOTALLY-AWESOMELY-FANTASTICALLY-AMAZING! I mean, SERIOUSLY? 5 reviews? And a community? OMG I AM DYING HERE! Please let me tell you, in all seriousness, I love each and everyone of you and am hugging you all through my computer's screen right now. No, seriously, I am. You all motivated me to put this out quickly.

On another note; I know there wasn't much Ichijou or night class interaction here *sad face* and I'm sorry (GOMENASAI) but, unfortunately, I couldn't include any interaction and make it seem realistic. The start of the story might progress a bit slower than I'd like, unluckily due to my insane need for it to not go too fast, it's probably going to be ... BUT DO NOT FEAR, that doesn't mean I can't add lots of Ichijou interaction and maybe some other night class members~! If you have a special person you want to see just PM me or drop a review (C'mon drop a review, you know you want to~!).

So this chapters two pages longer but has less words, I hope that's okay! I tried to make it longer... and instead just made the length longer and the content shorter. I am a fail of a writer... Please accept my writers, groveling apologies!

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