A/N: Yay update! I just want to thank everybody who reviewed and favourited, it really means a lot ya know *wipes tear*. On a sidenote, I don't explain it in the story but "ME" means medical examiner or coroner whichever you prefer. "Vic" is short for victim.
Warnings: swearing, mild sexual content, graphic themes
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach *sigh*
Happy readingz!
Chapter 2 –
Ichigo leaned back in his chair, expelling a deep breath. He was waiting for Renji to come back from the bathroom so that they could go to their Captain and request the transfer of the case. They'd already talked to Hanatarō about the switch and the timid man had been highly agreeable, his relief at having the case off his shoulders almost making Ichigo crack a smile. They'd all known that a new transfer like Hanatarō would never have been able to exploit the resources or dig the necessary fresh leads that would lead to the capture of the serial killer. He'd probably have a heart attack from the fright first!
Lost in his head, Ichigo didn't notice the amused looks that were being thrown his way, nor the man who was tiptoeing towards him from behind.
Renji's fingers were raised to his lips in a silent 'be quiet' sign, and a big grin was stretched out underneath the digit. Slowly, he approached Ichigo, who was leaning back even farther in his seat and in one swift movement, grabbed the back of the chair and tipped it dangerously low to the ground.
Ichigo was yanked out of his musings when the sudden action of his chair rushing to the ground. He felt his stomach, and eyes went wide, his arms flailed out in a desperate attempt to grab onto something before he fell.
"Whoa, what the fuck was that?!" he cried and looked up from his horizontal position only to see a massively grinning Renji. Loud snickers erupted around the room as Ichigo's face erupted in a massive blush, making his look even more adorable in Renji's eyes.
"Whatsa matter with yer balance Ichi. Seems yer a bit off kilter there." Renji burst out laughing at the other man's furious expression. Pissing off Ichigo was one of his favourite pastimes, probably because it was just so darn easy! The man had a fuse shorter than a lit bomb and Renji always got a good laugh out of it, never mind that the resulting arguments usually turned to mind-blowing sex. Well, at home anyway.
Ichigo, registering the snickers, felt his blood start to boil. Bracing his hands on the chair's armrests, he leaped out of it and launched at the still-laughing Renji. Fisting his hands in the man's shirt he jerked the tattooed face down to his.
"What. The hell. Is wrong with you?!" Ichigo spit in his face, ignoring their audience. "I could've – I could've, I don't know, had a heart attack or something!" In response, Renji placed his hands on Ichigo's' and loosened the tight grip.
"Ahhh don't be so uptight Ichi. It wasn't like I was gonna do anything to ya so stop PMSing already! Ya need to smile more ya know," his gaze dropped to Ichigo's lips and he whispered, "and I think I know exactly how to make ya."
His puckered his lips exaggeratedly and leaned down, ready to plant a wet one. Ichigo's face scrunched up in mock-disgust as their lips made contact, but he couldn't maintain it as Renji proceeded to rub his puckered lips all over his, making a lewd sound to go along with it. Whistles and catcalls erupted around the division and Ichigo finally couldn't hold his own laughter in and pushed Renji away with a smile on his face.
At the pair's left, a loud giggle was heard and they both turned, only to see the division's resident self-proclaimed bombshell and go-to for a good time, Rangiku Matsumoto. She had her cell-phone out and it was obvious that she had been filming the two as a beep was heard and she put the phone back in her pocket. Noticing their twin stares, she grinned and flipped her mane of blond over her shoulder.
"Don't worryyy guys, I can make you two a copy too. Never say I'm not generous!"
Ichigo scowled art her. "Rangiku, if I ever see one shot of that anywhere it doesn't belong, I swear to God I'll –" he stopped abruptly as someone placed a hand on his arm. Turning, he saw Hanatarō looking up at him, eyes drooping with the trademark gloom of his.
"Uh Kurosaki sir, the Captain wants to see u-us" Hanatarō took his hand back and his lips tilted downwards, making his expression even gloomier.
Ichigo ran an irritated hand through his hair and huffed out a breath. "Alright Matsumoto, it seems your off the hook for now. But I still better not see anything anywhere, or else I'll make sure that Toshiro gets a good long look at the hidden stash of booze you keep in your desk." He grinned evilly at Rangiku's responding pout and turned to leave with Renji trailing amicably along with him.
By the time they arrived at the Captain's office, Ichigo had calmed down and had schooled his features into a blank mask; Renji looked much the same, though there was still a merry twinkle in his eye. Poor Hanatarō, however, was shaking visibly and shot panicked eyes at Ichigo when the latter glanced questioningly at him.
"I-I'm sorry sir. It's j-just that I've only met h-him once and-and he kind of scares me..." his voice tapered to a whisper as he finished and he hung his head, clearly ashamed. He jerked, though, when Renji slung an arm around his shoulders and squeezed.
"Eh, he ain't that bad. I actually really like the guy. Just watch out for his guard dog though, Kaname whatever, that guy doesn't just have a stick shoved up his ass, there's a whole fucking tree up there." Renji chuckled at his words, but stopped when he noticed that Hanatarō didn't look the least bit appeased. He paused and looked him over. "Look Hanatarō, just don't worry. Everything else will work out. Now come on, we don't wanna keep the guy waiting do we?"
And with that Renji knocked twice, before he opened the door and entered with the others close behind.
Sousuke Aizen sat in his comfy leather seat and looked out of the wall-to-wall windows. His office was a comfortable space. The décor was done in warm colours, dominated by deep browns, dark green and burnt oranges. There was a big oak desk in the middle of the room and several comfy looking couches spread against the walls. Despite the overall warm feel of the room, it was distinctly devoid of any personality. Everything was arranged just so and there were no personal mementos in the room, save for a beautifully polished sword with a green hilt displayed on the wall. But despite all that, Aizen considered it his home away from home, where he devised all his best plans and thought through his past, present and future ventures, nitpicking at every single aspect until he was satisfied with the results.
He sat in his chair and looked out at his kingdom – his to protect and preserve. He'd spent decades slowly gaining the people's trust and worming his way to the topmost political circles through sheer determination. He'd spent many a sleepless nights pondering over the next course of actions and how best to achieve his goals. All that had paid off, and now he sat, enjoying the rewards. His hard work had earned him his goal of becoming the most respected police captain in the region. At that, he let a small smile of satisfaction grace his face before a knock sounded at the door and he schooled them back to his regular polite mask. Swiveling around in his chair so he faced the newcomers, he smiled graciously.
"Mr. Yamada, Mr. Abarai, Mr. Kurosaki. I've been expecting you all. Come, take a seat please." Aizen waved a hand gracefully at the twin chairs on the opposite side of his desk, before a slightly apologetic look came on his face. "Oh my, it does seem that I'm a chair short."
Ichigo had already seen the problem and now he politely dismissed Aizen's suggestion. "It's all right Captain. I'll just stand and let the others sit."
Aizen tilted his head slightly and smiled at Ichigo. "Well, that is certainly very gracious of you. Come then Mr. Yamada, Mr. Abarai, take a seat." Once the two were seated with Ichigo standing behind them, Aizen continued. "Now what is it you're here for?"
Ichigo braced himself and carefully schooled his featured. "Sir, as you're aware, there has been a rash of recent murders over the last four weeks. The body Renji and I discovered just yesterday is the fifth that we've found and there may be countless others that we may yet not know about. The victims that have been identified to date are all high-level crime bosses, each with an empire in their own rights, and though we have not yet confirmed the ID on our latest, judging from the pattern that seems to be forming, we are assuming that he is in fact, a crime boss too. Sir, as of right now, Mr. Yamada is in charge of the case as he was the one who discovered the first victim. My partner and I are not discrediting his abilities nor do we mean any disrespect, but we feel that the situation now warrants someone more experienced, with a larger network within the city and its surrounding areas than Mr. Yamada has built in his limited time." Ichigo's gaze turned intense. "Sir, we know the area and its residents. People are extremely tight-lipped when concerning organized crime, but we know who to talk to and what palms to grease. Employing our resources, we can bring the killer to justice much more swiftly than our colleague would be able to. Therefore, we are formally asking that you give my partner and me jurisdiction over the case." Ichigo took a deep breath and waited patiently for the response.
Aizen scrutinized Ichigo's face for a few moments, then ran his gaze over to Renji's equally calm one and finally to Hanatarō's slightly sweaty one. He paused there and pursed his lips slightly.
"And you, Mr. Yamada. How do you feel about Mr. Kurosaki and Mr. Abarai's proposition?"
Hanatarō gulped visibly but answered.
"I'm totally fine with it sir. I know I'm not what this case needs. I've only been in Karakura for a short time and I don't know the city as well as them. It would take me longer to piece together the information and make the connections between them. Mr. Kurosaki and Mr. Abarai are both respected officers and I think the case would be in good hands with them…" He tapered off at the end of his, for him, long speech, leaving the three other occupants of the room astonished.
Aizen recovered first and, smoothing his face out, said, "Well put Mr. Yamada. Now then," he steepled his fingers under his chin, "if nobody has any problem with it then I guess it's settled." Turning to the other two occupants of the room, he continued. "I expect a report on your progress at the end of every week, and I sincerely hope that there are not many of those. Mr. Yamada, you are to give these gentlemen full disclosure on any files or documents that you have come across pertaining to this case, no matter how significant they may seem. I want this business wrapped up as quickly as possible. Make yourself proud and make this division proud. Dismissed."
Aizen turned back to the papers on his desk, while Renji and Hanatarō rose. They all bowed and left the room.
Aizen looked up as the door clicked shut and immediately pressed a button on his intercom.
"Kaname, I need you in my office please." He released the button and sat back, as the door on the side wall opened and the blind African man known as Kaname swiftly entered the room. He bowed as Aizen started to speak.
"Kaname, I want you to obtain all the files that you possibly can, every single detail that you can manage, on the serial killer roaming around murdering the city's crime bosses."
Tosen bowed again and said in his deep voice. "Of course, Captain Aizen. I'll be right back."
Then he turned and made his leave, anxious to complete this task for his captain without delay.
Alone, Aizen swiveled around in his chair and resumed looking out at the peaceful-looking city. He sighed contentedly, letting a small smirk grace his face. 'His to protect and preserve indeed.'
Ichigo and Renji were back at the former's cubicle, Ichigo in his chair with Renji leaning back against the small trash-covered desk. They'd already gotten all the information and had skimmed through the different data that Hanatarou had already piled together and precariously worked through. The USB that the files were on was snug in Ichigo's pocket, ready to be thoroughly pored over by the two when they went home. At the moment, they were taking a small breather, trying to plan out their next steps.
After a short pause, Ichigo said, "Why don't we drop by the ME's office and give whoever's working on our body a kick in the butt?"
"Ya sure, we need to be firing on full thrusters going into this anyway and we can't do that without the information that this victim gives us." Renji agreed
With a concrete course of action, they both straightened up. Ichigo stretched and Renji smoothed out his rumpled clothes. "Straight to the building then?"
"Course."
"Wait, can we get a coffee first?"
Walking to the ME's building just across the street, minus the coffee, Ichigo tried to work out the puzzle in his head. He didn't have all the information yet and so he couldn't say anything for sure, but it seemed to him that the murders had a personal, slightly vengeful quality. In all instances, the common theme in the death had been lacerations on the body. That wasn't to say each victim hadn't received "special treatment" exclusive to themselves. M of the lacerations had been shallow enough to be non-fatal and so the victims had to have been alive through most of it. Any personal belongings had also been stolen or shredded, which in his experience meant that that the attacker personally knew the victim, as they were attacking their "sense of self". Any cop worth his badge could see the anger in the attacks. Crimes like this, the investigators usually focused on people very close to the victim or anyone they'd recently done wrong. The problem with this particular case was that, being that all the victims were notable crime lords with a long history of blood and violence, they had very few of the former left and many, many of the latter. Additionally, people in this business were very tight-lipped and neither money nor protection meant anything to the most of them. They stronger the boss, the harder it got to carve any fresh leads.
The first victim had been somewhat lesser known, compared to the others at least. Yammy Llargo had dealt in providing "protection" for his clientele and he was the best in the business. His men were huge and bloodthirsty, striking fear into the hearts of whoever who saw them. He was also a major player in the black market flesh trade, importing young pre-pubescent girls to richly paying clients for pleasure. The girls themselves were trained in the arts of seduction, though there were those who preferred them kicking and screaming and Yammy was all too happy to provide. A big man himself, he was rumoured to sample frequently from the stocks and had killed many a young girl "accidentally".
They'd found him in a body bag at the outskirts of the entertainment district. He had been violently castrated and there had been a thick metal pole with mean-looking ridges roughly pushed into his anus, the entrance itself having torn in half. He had also been disembowelled and his head was severed clean off his body. The officer who'd found him had puked and had to be hospitalized briefly for mental trauma.
The second was a man named Aarroneiro Arruriere, a man famous for prizing physical beauty above all else. Rumour was that if he saw anyone he perceived to be more beautiful, the man was immediately killed and his face "adopted" by the plastic surgery junkie. Aarroneiro specialized in all forms of torture and "random" disappearances and he had built his fortune doing just that for others. There were accounts of him harvesting the skin of the prettier people he tortured and making custom faces for those who served him. After all, he loved being surrounded by pretty things, especially women. In fact, he had a whole harem-worth of them serving him 24/7 and taking care of all his needs.
He had been found naked in front of a facial reconstruction centre, big patches of his once flawless skin ripped off of him. His face was an especially brutal sight as all of the skin had been removed, leaving just muscle and places where hints of bone peeked through.
The third and fourth had been brothers. Szayelapporo Granz and Yylfordt Granz were famous for their animosity towards each other. The ironic thing was that their businesses complimented each other's perfectly. It was said that all the drugs swimming through Karakura's system could be traced back to Szayel. He was a master at mixing up chemicals together to give customers utter nirvana. On the flip side, his drugs could also cripple your body with pain. He had a Master's degree in pure chemistry and he put it to good use, earning him boatloads of money. Yylfordt, on the other hand, managed the biggest distribution network this side of Japan. It reached indiscriminately from the highest, most prestigious circles, to the playgrounds of the local schools. Though on paper he appeared a legitimate businessman, a huge part of his income was shuttling his brother's drugs through the network wherever the money was. He didn't care if the customer was a prince of Japan or a misguided seventh-grader. Profit was profit for him and he made a big one allying with his brother.
They'd been found in Szayel's apartment, stripped naked and pumped full of a multitude of Szayel's most potent drugs. They'd died, the most exquisite pleasure and debilitating pain mixing together in their bodies, finally becoming too much for their hearts, which had ruptured from the pressure. As a final touch, great handfuls of money, all tinged with blood, were scattered around their bodies, sticking in the various fluids pooling on and around them. It had been a horrible and disgusting sight to walk into and you couldn't help but feel just an ounce of pity for the two brothers.
Presently, he was jarred out of his thoughts as Renji poked him on his cheek and he looked up to see the entrance of the building before them.
"Wake up sleepyhead. You really don't wanna deal with these assholes without bringing yer full game."
Ichigo blushed at the gentle rebuke and shoved past Renji to push in the revolving doors. Cold air rushed at him, raising an army of goose-bumps on his skin. The sickly smell of stale death and disinfectants registered and he scrunched up in nose in slight disgust. 'God, I hate this place.'
They walked up to the receptionist, pretty girl with dark bangs and a braid hanging down her back. Her expressionless green eyes looked up at the newcomers as they approached and she spoke before they could.
"Master Kurotsuchi is expecting you. He's in room 12A."
Both Renji and Ichigo stifled their groans when they heard who was in charge of their vic's autopsy. Mayuri Kurotsuchi was undoubtedly a genius when it came to his work, though the sick pleasure he took in cutting up bodies and examining organs often put off people. No cop in their right mind wanted to willingly work with Mayuri and deal with his particular brand of psychosis.
Ichigo wiped a hand down his face. "Come on. Let's just get this over with already."
Renji groaned but followed after him as they took the elevator up to the second floor. They walked down the polished white hallway until they reached the double doors that led to their victim and Mayuri. Ichigo steadied himself and stepped inside the room, immediately seeing the grinning blue-haired man leaning down extremely close to the dead man's opened chest. Ichigo's mouth pulled down at the corners at the sight and he coughed into his hand to get the engrossed man's attention.
"Look Mayuri, we really gotta get going here so if you could just…" his voice died out as twin disks of flat gold flicked up to him. Mayuri straightened slowly and snapped the bloody gloves off his hands before stuffing them in his coat pocket.
"I'd give you your information if you'd just let me finish in peace!" he hissed "What, you think what I do is easy? Without me all you glorified dogs would be nothing!"
Ichigo narrowed his eyes as he felt Renji bristle beside him. He put a warning hand to his chest to stop him and retorted in a tightly controlled voice. "If you'll just tell us what we need then we'll happily get out of your hair."
"Well maybe if you just SHUT UP then I could give you what you want." He turned back to his clipboard and looked through the pages on it. "Your body is has been identified as Coyote Starrk. He's actually a very high level crime boss, higher than the others we've seen before him. Some even consider him the leader of everyone else. Age 34, 6'2", brown hair and grey eyes. Other than the recent trauma, he has multiple scars over his body, mostly bullet and knife wounds. There are also remnants of a tattoo on the back of his left hand. By all accounts he was an exceptionally healthy man before someone made mince-meat out of him."
Renji spoke up. "So how did he die then?"
Suddenly a pen whipped towards his head and Renji ducked just in time. The mini-missile left a dent on the wall behind him and Renji stared wide-eyed at Mayuri who glared back him.
"Well jeez! What the hell's wrong with you?!" Renji clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Mayuri dismissed him with a flick of his hand and turned back to his notes. "Don't interrupt me."
Ichigo rubbed a soothing hand across Renji's back as Mayuri continued. "There were traces of several hard drugs in his body. Some even I've never seen before. Their nature leads me to conclude that our guy wanted Starrk to be fully conscious during the whole event. He would also have been severely over-sensitized to whatever was being done to him and so he would've felt the pain doubly, maybe even more. He died approximately a few hours before you found him, when a large, blunt object crashed with considerable force on his skull – I'd guess a bat or some such. His head caved in and much of his brain had already leaked out when I got him. That's about all I have for now. Come back later then."
Both men blinked at the abrupt dismissal but left without a protest. They were just as eager to be out the other man's presence and they did have a lot of work to do now. New avenues had opened up to them with learning their victim's identity and they needed to follow through as quickly as possible.
As soon as they reached Ichigo's cubicle, they both hunched over the ancient compute as it loaded up. A few impatient moments passed as the computer hummed to life and Ichigo immediately started several searches on Coyote Starrk and his known affiliates. In a few minutes, they had everything the system had to offer on their victim and they both sagged in disappointment. Unlike the previous victims, precious little was known about Starrk. He dealt in weapons manufacturing, though he was best known for his innovations in the gun and firearms industry, making him an extremely rich man in a few short years. His company, Los Lobos Inc., had government contacts with several countries, those that didn't mind the shady rumours about him. The picture beside the information showed a handsome tanned face with a scruffy goatee, which looked at the camera with an extremely bored expression. He was reclining on a deeply padded chair and seemed to be almost asleep.
Ichigo studied the picture, trying to get a feel for what the man was like before his death, but was startled out of his musings when Renji exclaimed loudly and pointed at the screen.
"Oh hey look! He has a fiancée."
Ichigo focused on the name Renji was pointing at. "Grimm-jow Jae-ger-jaques. Wow that's a mouthful."
Renji snorted good-naturedly. "Well, what are you waiting for? Click on his name. I wanna see this guy!"
Ichigo smiled at his lover and complied, clicking on the name. They were greeted with an almost blank page save for a line of text and an image of the man in question.
Ichigo heard Renji grumble behind him. "Wow I can't believe all it says that he's Starrk's fiancé! I already know that, I wanted something more!" Renji continued to grumble behind him but Ichigo had stopped paying him any attention. The picture provided was of low quality and part of it was blocked by someone's thumb, but there was no mistaking the baby-blue hair and the equally striking blue eyes. It was an unusual palette, but for some reason Ichigo couldn't take his eyes off the smirking man in front of him. His heart was thudding loudly in his ears and his mouth seemed to have gone dry. He was barely aware that Renji had stopped grumbling and was now staring at him with a worried expression.
"Hey Ichigo," Renji shook Ichigo's shoulder, "Ichi what's wrong? What is it?" Renji gave an especially hard shake and Ichigo seemed to snap out of his stupor. He swallowed convulsively and tried to reassure Renji but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. Finally, after several unsuccessful attempts, he managed to squeak out a low "I'm fine Ren" before snapping back fully and taking in a deep, cleansing breath. He clicked out of the page and his heart seemed to beat easier because of it. Turning to Renji he gave him a weak smile.
Renji didn't seem completely reassured but Ichigo was glad that he'd let the issue go for now, because he didn't know what he could possibly say to Renji that would explain the situation without making it even worse.
"Well I guess we know what to do now, huh?" Renji finally asked.
Ichigo looked up questioningly, still a bit dazed. "What do you mean?"
Renji cocked his head. "Well it's obvious the first thing we gotta do is meet this Grimmjow guy. Standard procedure right? Especially for cases like this. So come on then, I wanna leave now."
Ichigo had paled again when he heard what Renji wanted them to do. But what did he expect? It was standard procedure to go for the family first, especially since it was possible that they may not yet know that their relative had died. 'You stupid idiot! You're making it a bigger deal than it is. That reaction – whatever that was – was just a fluke! I admit he's hot, but big freakin' deal! There're plenty of those in the world! Now come on, get a grip!' Ichigo mentally straightened himself and stood from the chair to face Renji. His hands came up to softly cup his husband's features and he smiled gently.
"You know I love you right?"
Renji laughed and leaned his forehead down to rest on Ichigo's. "Idiot, of course I do." Lips lightly brushed against each other and the two sighed contentedly. With that simple contact, Ichigo felt his world right itself again and he knew that they had nothing to worry about.
Ichigo and Renji couldn't help but gape comically as they drove up to the sprawling palace's massive gates. Neither of them had seen anything like this in their entire lives, at least not at this grand a scale.
Renji whistled. "Oooh Boy! That sure is a sweet pad! Man what I wouldn't give to live in the lap of luxury."
Ichigo mock-scowled. "Hey! You got your own right here." He swept a hand down his legs.
Renji laughed. "No offense Ichi, but yours is a bit bony for me-" He cut off as Ichigo swatted him on his head. "Aww yer so mean Ichi!"
Ichigo scowled and crossed his arms. "Laugh all you want buddy. Just remember this moment when you sleep on the couch for the next month." Ignoring Renji's protests, he continued. "And you better shut up now, we're approaching the gates. Look, the guards are getting up."
Even as he said so, the car stopped at the tall, majestic gates and a guard came to meet them.
"State your business please or vacate the property." The guard said threateningly.
Both Ichigo and Renji held up their police badges. "We're the police. Detectives Ichigo Kurosaki and Renji Abarai. We'd like to speak to a Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, if we can."
The guard scrutinized both of their passes before handing them back. He took a few steps from the car and pulled out a walkie-talkie, in which he spoke to for a couple of moments. Nodding his head as he got his orders, he tucked the device back in his belt and walked back to the car.
"Mr. Jaegerjaques agreed to speak with you briefly. Leave your car and the keys here until you return. When you go in, a servant will show you where to wait." The guard stepped back to allow the two to get out of the car. Renji walked around and reluctantly handed over the keys to the vehicle, before they walked in through the now opening gates.
They walked along the paved path, admiring the beautifully pruned hedges and the bursts of artfully arranged flowers. The walk to the front of the house was a short one and before they could knock a servant dressed in pressed blacks and whites answered the door. Ichigo and Renji stepped inside the lavish entry way of the house. The high ceilings boasted a sparkling multi-tiered chandeliers and a beautifully woven Persian carpet was spread on the floor. Along the sides, various glass busts and bouquets of lowers sat arranged under graceful water paintings of gorgeous landscapes. But before they both could admire to their hearts' content, they were ushered into a small sitting room with a massive bay window, spilling in natural light. Intricately carved white, grey and blue furniture was arranged so as to enhance the socializing experience. A warm fireplace cackled merrily against the wall and there was a small baby grand piano at one end of the end. The room had probably cost more to furnish than what they made in an entire year! 'Stupid, cheap cop salary' Ichigo groused.
They were told to sit and wait for the "Master's" arrival and then left alone. Renji took the opportunity to turn slowly in a full circle and whistled appreciatively.
"Wow, Ichi. I swear to God. Some people have it so good in life. Where's the fairness in this world?"
"Has anybody told you that life isn't fair?"
Ichigo jumped at the new voice and turned towards the door where the newcomer stood leaning against the doorway.
Blue clashed brown as they locked gazes and Ichigo felt like the ground had given way beneath him.
'Shit, I'm so screwed…'
A/N: Oohh I like where I left off! So many possibilities, so little time...Anyways REVIEW PLEASE :D
