Roses and Wine Chapter II, a final fantasy vii fanfic

Hullo, everyone! I'm back with a second chapter, hopefully it'll be good, otherwise you have a right to shoot bullets at me.

An ordinary boy, Cloud Strife attempts to be one of the best soldiers in his Academy with the help of his best friend Raphael only to come across some unwanted attention from his idol, General Sephiroth. An AU fic, soon to be a novel...somewhat, and it contains a mixture of FFX, VIII and VII, so you might come across some very familiar descriptions. :) The worldmap is not entirely fixed on VII, by the way, so do expect places like Balamb, Dollet and Besaid to come into the picture. Still playing FFVII, so please bear with me if I don't get everything right! Also, it would be nice if you'd review, hope I'm not asking too much:)

All characters and events are fictious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Sephiroth stood in his office, as silent as a tree in the bitter embrace of winter. The meeting with the young mercenary, Cloud Strife, went well, as expected. The incident remained as a vaguely amusing memory in his mind, but he intended to forget it as soon as he could; there were other crucial matters occupying his mind. He looked up, regarding the chamber. Tapestries hung on the walls of the Quarterlords who founded the academy, depicting men who sat sophisticatedly in their life-size portraits. All four bastard lords: Theron Pengaron, Marafice Eye, Shor Gormalin and Robb Claw.

The rug he was standing on was priceless silk, embroidered with beads and tussles. Once, hides of every sort was draped in his office, but Sephiroth found them to be distasteful and would have none hung in any chamber he chanced to be in Midgar Military Mercenary Academy. But now he missed them. The office seemed bare without them.

Cloud. He could almost taste the skin, the skin that glowed like summer peaches, smooth as churned butter, soft as silk. He could almost luxuriate the feel of it, almost as if he was running a hand across it. In his mind, his hand moved up to trace a delicate pattern on his cheekbone, below those two wondrous, innocent sapphire eyes, glittering like two stars for him. The eyes that held so much trust. And the lips that quivered under his touch …

Sephiroth snapped himself violently from his reverie. Clutching his head with one hand, he worked to steady himself. What in Heaven's name was he thinking? Cloud Strife, First Class Mercenary trained in the arts of sword fighting and self-defence, was a boy stepping into adulthood, and he, the Great General Sephiroth, boasted more than the same qualities any man had. He was faster, more intelligent and stronger than the average soldier without any knowledge of how that came to be and that was that. He was so perturbed at this particular attention given towards the young man that he nearly collided with his desk.

He swore silently when a humble tap was applied to his door. Swivelling around he bade the person enter.

From what he saw, tufts of butterscotch hair came into view. Curtained behind it, lurked a pair of intelligent aqua-green eyes, sparkling in the morning light. The man had sharp but handsome features; his skin was smooth beyond knowing and below one eye was a tattooed blue pattern, above his eyebrow was another of the similar sort. Draped on one hip was a small pouch, weighed down by sphere-like objects in it. Sephiroth had no desire as to what was in the bag. Pulling up a chair, he seated himself in it.

'How are you, my dear Sephiroth?' he enquired with a sphinx-like smile. The man moved thither with grace, leather pants creaking in complaint as he did so. The badges on his breast chimed like faraway bells when he stepped forward, and the tinny jingle resonated throughout the silent room. Even as he sauntered over, the General did not glance up. Trinkets embroidered into his black outfit tinkled as he bent his body forward in a fluid bow.

Finally, after what had been deemed a small eternity, Sephiroth said, in a voice of metered boredom, 'Lieutenant Colonel Nathaniel.' He breathed impatiently. 'What brings you here?' He tore his eyes away from that twisted viper of a man he knew to the window at his side. Even the wind rustling the trees was more captivating. A red squirrel scampered on the branches of an acorn tree, nose and ears twitching for any sounds of danger as it eyed a cluster of acorns draped tantalisingly before it, the hummingbird flutter of its heart discernable to Sephiroth.

'Oh, pleasure, pleasure! Why, what else should bring one anywhere? I wanted to see you, of course. Our meeting was due ages ago; I haven't seen you in weeks!' the Lieutenant replied courteously, flicking his hair with his hand, while the other scrumptiously snaked into this leather pouch and drew out a sapphire Materia, twirling it lazily between two fingers. 'You know, Sephiroth—'

'General,' he interrupted, glowering. His eyes narrowed.

Nathaniel waved his hand in dismissal. 'Yes, yes, General. You know, you should deplete the amount of time you spend sitting here accomplishing your minute tasks and instead, spend them with me. I highly doubt whether you recognise fun anymore!'

'Whether I what? You have a very odd idea of what constitutes fun, Lieutenant Colonel!' Sephiroth felt his blood pressure shoot up; a vein actually bulged out at the statement. But the Lieutenant merely raised a slender eyebrow at the General's outburst, composure as aloof as a serpent. Truly, the man was a jewel in any woman's harem; his physique was slender, his legs were an enticement to any girl and that, combined with the slight muscles on his torso served to make him look almost as beautiful as Sephiroth himself. Of course, his hips were another matter: they were only a little bit rounded. Womanish.

'Oh, bite your tongue, man!' said Nathaniel, bringing his gloved hand forth as if to swat away a passing fly. 'You talk exactly as if you were a dentist, and it is perfectly vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isn't a dentist! It produces a false impression. I would have saved this meeting if it weren't for you … General. You must be aware of the fact that you're very good-looking, you know.' He moved forward to stroke a finger on Sephiroth's pale cheek; the other man quickly jerked his head out of reach. He did not favour any more contacts with Nathaniel. Like the squirrel he had just witnessed, he was alert of the dangers around him.

'And a very good morning to you, too, General Sephiroth,' Nathaniel murmured. The courtier's trick. Politeness when none was called for. Sephiroth knew Nathaniel hoped that would stem the flow of invective that he seemed primed to unleash on his ears. 'What were you doing staring at your office?'

The question was posed innocently enough; however, Sephiroth had no desire to speak with the Lieutenant Colonel for another minute. 'Will you get out?,' he muttered tersely.

'Poor Sephiroth …' The brown-haired man laughed gaily, proceeding forward and leaning in on his arms. Their faces were a knuckles length away. The office grew deathly silent as Nathaniel tried to pin the silver-haired male in front of him into an uncomfortable position in his seat. Reflexively, Sephiroth struck aside the offending hand that had been reaching for him with more force than he had intended. He realised instantly that that had been a mistake. Turquoise eyes shifted to mists of teal, all good humour evaporating in a flash. 'And what is the matter with you, hmm?'

He tilted his head. 'Someone's bothering you?' he asked sultrily.

Sephiroth cursed his complexion as he felt his cheeks burn. It was so near to the truth. Fingers, long and pale, curled themselves on the armrests of the chair as he worked a sharp answer out of his throat. 'You being here certainly is. Your vanity is ridiculous, your conduct an outrage and your presence in my office utterly absurd. You never talk anything but nonsense.' Nathaniel drew away slowly. Sephiroth did not notice the small smirk on his face as he did so.

'Well, if you think so… Nobody talks anything but nonsense.' He flicked his hair out of his face again. 'You always were a stubborn little boy, but you've got to grow up someday.'

When he was safely away from Lieutenant Colonel Nathaniel's unnerving presence, Sephiroth allowed himself a relieved sigh. Nathaniel had let the matter slide—he barely could believe his luck. When he was certain the younger man was out of earshot, Sephiroth cursed Cloud aloud, and damned him to the bowels of Hell.

The first thing he comprehended was that he wasn't alone. Sounds of movement and people talking filled his senses and he could feel the other presences around him. Just how many, he couldn't exactly pinpoint but why weren't they waking him? Had something happened?

Casting his mind back down to the vista of events, the last thing Cloud found he remembered was the assembly that morning, as it always had been on every other Monday morning; remembered, rather vaguely, that he had been excited about one thing or another. Running his mind along the trail of events to try and find out what had happened next, before an image of Sephiroth burned itself in the back of his retinas.

He moaned lightly.

The hushed whispers suddenly turned into nothing more than dancing dying hisses and halted, causing Cloud to wonder if he had done something out-of-place. The hadn't registered before, not until the silence left behind the filled spaces in his ears of where he had been. The world returned with a sonic 'pop'. Cloud lay unmoving, afraid to breathe, wary that he might cause an unwanted stir.

Something shifted but he couldn't say where. Dimly, he was certain that there was a complain creak of leather. Just as he was quick to pay heed to it, his heart pulsed faster. Gently, a weight settled itself on the edge of his bed, dipping the mattress to the right. It advanced, and for a brief moment, Cloud's mind fleeted over the image of a great, black, hairy rat the size of a chicken. He loathed rats. But this bundle of mass did not seem like one. For surely rats did not smell of cologne nor wore leather and rats definitely were not capable of shaking the bed from suppressed laughter.

A welcoming sensation of warmth came into contact with his cool skin. The voice, when it spoke, was very near as he heard it whisper his name. Cloud groaned, somewhat vexed at the foreign touch, but did not hasten to open his eyes.

'Is he awake yet?' asked a solemn voice from across the room.

'Of course, he is!' interjected a high-pitched one. 'Cloud doesn't sleep like a rock, unlike some people I could mention.' This one was harsh, scathing.

An indignant voice answered it. 'That's unfair; I don't sleep like a rock!'

'Ha. You're fooling no one.'

'Oh yeah?' it grated. 'Well, if I sleep like a rock, you sleep like a– ' But what the other slept like they did not know for it was that moment when Cloud chose to flutter his eyes open to reveal deep pools of azure, ringed with fierce dark amethyst irises of which rose to meet a pair of darker, friendlier ones across from his that sparkled with refrained laughter. The swordsman's eyes roamed over from the long thin nose to the achingly familiar grin that was plastered, and screamed.

The older boy backed away. 'Whoa, hey!' he said, quite cheerfully. 'Good morning, welcome to the land of the living! Press Go and pay 2000 Gil, please!' He tilted his spiky auburn head to scrutinise his bunkmate, who only seemed to be focused on regaining his breath and working order of his heart for it pounded like a wild, caged animal, making it a coarse thing to breathe properly.

'Hey, Cloud, c'mon, I didn't mean it! It was a joke!' The older boy flashed him a wide smile that radiated his handsome features. His only answer to that was a hacking cough from the blond, who was evidently trying to work with a parched throat.

'Don't do that, Raphael,' he murmured, hoping it was sufficient enough to be heard. The fighter named Raphael quickly changed his expression to one of tender indulgence.

'What's the matter, Spike? I know it sounds corny … but you look like you've seen a ghost.'

Cloud felt his heart rapidly starting to beat again. It terrified him because for one frightful moment, he had thought the grinning face above his belonged to none other than General Sephiroth himself. A smile like that he had seen before, rare in sanity, but all too common in madness. 'I thought I had,' was all he said.

The red-head grinned good-humouredly again, not fully fathoming the situation. 'My face isn't all that frightening, is it Cloud? It's never spooked anyone before, you know; I'm sorry I scared you so much, but still! It's a face, what else do you expect to cover the front of my head?'

Cloud appeared rather breathless and disorientated and his face had taken on the hue of a radish with a bad sunburn. He contemplatively studied Raphael for a while and decided that perhaps it was best to confide in him, what with him being his best friend and the General's comrade as well. He would know what to say about it. Golden bangs hid a good portion of his eyes, sweat trickled down his neck as he worked to shake his friend and convey his story on the awkward encounter with Sephiroth. He began stammering. Raphael shot him a puzzled look as he was continued to be shaken vigorously. Finally, he grabbed Cloud's hands to stop him and stared at him straight in the face before saying, 'Thank you for testing the fluid in my semi-circular ear canals, I think they're in working condition. Now, would you kindly tell me what the matter is before I decide to strangle the living breath out of you?'

Cloud made some vague motions with his hands, motioning Raphael to a quiet spot in the room. He then plunged into a more demonstrative explanation about the General's very queer behaviour in front of him, of how he shook his hand, and drawing unwanted attention in the process. He even did a little demonstration for emphasis. The puzzled façade seethed its way into Raphael as Cloud waved his hands about madly in the air like a windmill, babbling excitedly. When he was done, Cloud awaited his partner's advice to his setback.

'Are we talking about the same person here?'

'Of course!'

Finally, Raphael said, in a very as-a-matter-of fact tone, 'Cloud, I think you're perfectly paranoid. Seph is the General – he's not about to do something like that to a cadet. Besides, he's so stoic, he wouldn't chance to notice a joke if it painted itself purple and danced naked in front of him on his desk. Maybe you held on longer than you intended to. Relax.' He fixed him with a withering glare. 'He has that effect on a lot of people all the time, you know, makes them want to pass out, but if you ask me, I don't think he means anything by it. Even I thought he was trying to hew my head when he shot me that petrifying stare the first time. So, anyway, one more time you bound up to me screaming about Sephiroth, I'm going to bind your arse to the kitchen stove and shave your head! You hear me?'

The silly grin was back once more, lighting up the bowman's face as quickly as if it had always been there earlier. 'Are you sure you're alright? I could talk to him about this on your behalf. It's about time, too; he's been frightening far too many students out of their wits lately.'

Hesitantly, Cloud shook his head slowly, unsure of his own feelings. He could've sworn it was not his doing that made him feel queasy on purpose, yet Raphael here was telling him it was and threatened to shear him like a sheep. 'I'll be OK.'

Raphael beamed confidently. 'Yeah, you'll have to be. I think you're going to be late for class.'

Cloud did not take his lessons very well this time. The encounter he chanced with Sephiroth had affected him badly, so badly, he couldn't even keep his mind in the now. Cloud could not put his mind to it: why had he done it? Mayhap, Sephiroth had found some interest in him? No, no, it couldn't be, he thought vigorously shaking himself. It was just a little attention, that's all.

'As you know, Materia are equipped to holes, or slots in a weapon that either connect Materia together or keep them separate,' the instructor was saying as she gestured to a virtual slide show on a screen. 'For example, if you equip an All Materia into a slot which links to one that has a Fire Materia, you can now cast a Fire spell that affects all the enemies. Also, Materia gain levels, usually about four or five, and when levelled up, these orbs can cast stronger spells and offer …'

In one dark corner of his head, pure, unadulterated loathe poured like a river. In another distant corner, a part of him gibbered with terror and fear. But the voices were faint like whispers and were soon lost amid the wild storm of emotions and thoughts. Cloud Strife, I presume. Cloud winced inwardly as his name rolled from the General's tongue, as if it stung his cheek like acid.

'Strife!'

A womanly voice pierced his thoughts like knife slicing through butter. Cloud glanced up. His ageing instructor peered at him through her oversized framed spectacles, which only seemed to magnify her eyes. She looked crossed and Cloud instantly knew why. He had not paid attention to her lecture on Materia one bit and the topic was the utmost important one in the exam. With colossal effort, he tried to work and answer, his mouth opened and closed feebly.

'I-Instructor…' he stammered, gripping the edge of his desk so tightly, the skin bloomed white. 'Could you please repeat the q-question?'

Another glare that sparked fear in him. For some strange reason, he associated that antagonistic look with one of Sephiroth's and immediately, thoughts came cascading like a waterfall, clashing with each other, like water that shattered on rocks. He soon felt his cheeks turn red.

The instructor huffed her answer. 'Suggest a way to equip yourself with Materia effectively.'

Suggest a way…suggest a way… Cloud's mind worked frantically even as his eyes skimmed the sea of faces of his classmates. But visions of the General kept haunting him and he blurted out, 'I don't know!' The class erupted with laughter, but the instructor kept on staring at him with that same angry look; if possible, she looked even angrier.

'I thought so. Didn't read your notes, did you?' she snapped. Cloud hung his head in infamy; he caught his roommate Axel looking at him from the corner of his eye. He winked.

'Now, Cloud, shall we try again?' She waited for no answer. 'Depending on the level of the monster, the item received after the battle differs. If the said monster's level is higher, will the item you acquire be rarer?'

Another clench on the desk. 'Why don't you ask the monster yourself?'

'Cloud, I tolerate many things, but insolence is certainly not one of them!' she thundered. The instructor, now pale with rage, flushed scarlet and crushed her slate to her chest. She now possessed the look as if she had swallowed a lemon. 'You must be going round the twist!' Everyone flinched at the biting tone of her voice as she flung threats and severe chidings at Cloud, who was attempting to huddle into a hunch in his seat. A few more were thrown at him before the bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson. The pupils were glad of it; they shoved each other, eager to be rid of the sight of their teacher and head on to their next lesson, chattering in hushed voices. Cloud, however, sat still in his seat, the image of his sombre face reflected in the screen of his control panel. He could not fathom why he had acted so queer in class; he least expected to make a fool of himself.

The teacher raised her head. 'Cloud, I would like to see you.' Her eyes grew hard as she watched his every move. The swordsman quietly strode up to her desk, head hung in utter shame.

'Cloud, I would have never expected this sort of behaviour coming from you. I confess I am somewhat bewildered by what you said to me just now. Foolish boy. I thought you had more sense in you and that you valued your merit points. I presume you know what your unfortunate movements led to?' She took out a file containing papers and began signing in one specific corner. Whilst scribbling, she said, 'You'll be receiving detention—yes, you will. Twenty points will be deducted from your record.'

'Twenty?' Cloud squeakily parroted.

'Yes, twenty—don't give me that look.' Her eyes challenged him. Fear stretched through him as he felt a small explosion take place in his stomach. Twenty points lost. And for what? Meaninglessly making himself the laughingstock of his class. Cloud resolved never, ever to bump into…that man again, even if his life solely depended on it. For once, he mused darkly, he was glad that their encounters were few and far between.

'You'll be scrubbing the bedpans in the infirmary at exactly 2000 hours today. Do you understand me?'

Even as he thought of a very rude word, Cloud nodded. He could think of nothing else to say.

'If you wish, however, to redeem yourself,' she added in a thoughtful tone of speech as though she knew that Cloud had not meant his actions, 'I would strongly advise you to access the Tutorial corner in your control panel.'

Swiftly, he grabbed the slip of paper stating he had to spend his detention in the sickroom and furiously walked over to his desk. Something happened to his face when he decided whether or not he might read through his Tutorial or just walk out of the class. Thinking that it might do him some good if he did, he sat down and switched on his computer. Clutching the thin piece of paper in his gloved hand, he stared at the blank black surface as the computer came to life. On top of a blue backdrop of the main index were four coloured bars, entitled 'Tutorial', 'The Basics', 'About the Academy' and 'Academy Square'. As recommended, he clicked the 'Tutorial' section and when a different screen began to appear, he started to read the information it contained.

'Magic usage is a technique which involves controlling energy,' Cloud breathed aloud, 'This skill can be gained by proper training, however, it is difficult to achieve power levels that are comparable to conventional weapons …'

His back ached and his head throbbed as he leaned back against his chair after drawing in towards the computer a few minutes later. Cloud clicked the "Return" button. However, when the corner of his quick azure eyes caught 'Academy Square' displayed tantalisingly before him, he could hardly refrain himself and contain his curiosity from entering it. The page usually held announcements and suggestions by students for the school's improvement, although at times, there were those who frequently got carried away. The blond swordsman would never admit it, but he quite enjoyed criticising other people's lives. Cloud felt the heat rise in his cheeks when he browsed several amusing comments:

Your opinions are important to make our Academy a better place. Please write them down and place them in the drop box below.

"Ming Yen! I shall not forget you … how you made me panic each time before an exam started by asking me questions that I can't answer."

-Saïx

"Oh Aimy, I love talking to you in my sexy voice."

-Karyn

"Karyn, you dirty-minded … diva."

-A.L.

"Oh, Saïx, you naughty boy! I will miss pulling your ears."

-John

"Abigail, my mother! Thank you for not feeding me and leaving me to fend for myself. History repeats itself, as today, I am a fertile mother with six children and no sense of motherly-hood responsibility. Ha-ha, thanks for giving me two gorgeous sisters, Jas and Sherine – all three of us have nothing in common."

-Becky

"Raphael, General Sephiroth still scares me sometimes – I don't know why! Maybe it's because I'm hopelessly timid. Ha-ha … now everyone will know it's a lie! If only you had protected me from his death glares. I think he's always tried to kill me through them."

-Jaysern

"Hello, Peter. Since everybody is posting a message, I thought I might take this opportunity to tell you that I wish I had known you before. You always seem to be that bundle of energy at the corner of Potions class, laughing, talking, laughing, talking, talking, talking, laughing … err …"

-Nida

"Harry, your drawings are lovely. I've never seen them before."

-Anonymous

"Whee! I've decided to name my fart Tezuka! Yes, fart."

-Thomas C.

"If you don't stop your silly games, I am going to close this page down until you all grow up! This isn't for your petty complains, got it?"

-Denise, Board of Prefects

"I wonder why Sephiroth has to call me Major Blunder. I mean, look – he does more blunders than all mine combined in one year, but he just never admits it! Arrogance, I tell you! And he calls me blur. We live, as you know, in an unjust world. Hey, school committee, try pinning up some balloons in his office – maybe that'd cheer him up, that sullen old woman. He's too serious enough as it is. This comment is solely meant for Sephiroth because he needs to change and make the school a much happier place to be in."

-Raphael

The youthful warrior snorted derisively at their utter childishness and wit, but immediately returned to the main page when he realised that he had spent an excessive amount of time reading pointless comments that did not even fulfil the requirements when he had detention in a few hours' time. Cursing under his breath, Cloud chided himself; this was the exact attitude he showed which earned him his rewarding consequence!

In a moment, the control panel was switched off and the paper beside it was taken. He suppressed a groan as he left the classroom, knowing he was already behind schedule. He climbed up the flight of stairs up to his dormitory with unusual agility, trusting his feet to lead the way, all the while feeling the ache beginning to set in from all the work he had done when the distinctive dissonance of feet came his way. Judging from what sounds assailed his ears, this particular person moved in an agitated manner, or was probably rushing to get to some place.

Cloud spun around. Coming straight at him was an indiscernible figure in dark clothing moving at heart-stopping speed. It headed straight for him and even before his mind could register a thing, the knocked forcefully into him, sending him reeling from the aftermath of the blow. Although the floor did not rush up to catch him, he nearly lost his sense of balance; the other person, a young girl, had been on the receiving end and had gotten the worst of the impact. Landing painfully on her rear end and skidding to the floor, she let out a little wail that sounded much like a sick elephant in pain. After cursing in every language she could think of, she shifted her gaze upwards only to meet the inquisitive ones of Cloud's. He probably imposed as a tall figure towering over her, making her appear minuscule and insignificant. The man stepping into adulthood with dark blue eyes that locked with hers pinned her with a cold hard stare. A firm jaw was set, and thin lips graced the line of his mouth. A curtain of her short-cropped ebony hair hid part of her face, but that was only to be expected when one crashed into someone else.

Miraculously, she rose to her feet, unhurt in the least and emitted a little squeak. 'There, I'm fine!' she said rather brightly, dusting off the dirt from her fresh navy blue skirt. She peered curiously at Cloud with her intense dark brown eyes, having never seen him before as she continued, 'Sorry, I was in a sort of hurry …' Pausing to show her sincerity, the short-haired lass nervously placed her hands behind her back, all the while shifting her weight nimbly from one foot to another.

The golden-haired warrior had never seen her in this Academy before, so he reckoned that she had to be a transfer student from another school. Upon closer inspection, her forehead was blistered with gobs of sweat trickling into the wilderness of her locks, which told him that she was most likely scuttling around in a quest for something. Calmly, he proffered, 'Are you new here?'

She nodded. 'Why, yes, of course! Pray let me introduce myself to you, I'm Yuffie Kisaragi.'

'Pleased to meet you, Yuffie, I'm Cloud Strife, ' the blond stated awkwardly, feeling quite peculiar at being sociable for it wasn't really in his nature. 'The lesson is over so you can't register yourself for the classes today; you could try tomorrow, instead.' Yuffie allowed a small frown to mar her features when she pondered his last statement but quickly replaced it with a cheerful mask.

Glancing apprehensively at the taller cadet, she asked, 'Will it be alright for you to give me a quick tour of the school?' Cloud was about to give his eager answer but faltered when he recalled that he needed ample rest so that he could carry out the arduous task of scrubbing the bedpans without dozing off.

'I'm terribly sorry, but I'm in a rush to get to my next class. Already, I'm running late as it is.'

'Oh, alright! I'll find my way around and not get lost, hopefully!' she burbled, a tad disappointed but the expression quickly vanished instantaneously as she thanked him and bade him farewell.

In her absence, Cloud experienced a twinge of a certain unnameable feeling that set onto his shoulders and knotted his stomach. Stuffing the little piece of paper into his file, he stormed off towards the training centre for his second lesson of the day. There he was, then, mounted aloft: he who thought he could not stand shame, now exposed to a general view on a pedestal of disgrace. What his sensations were, no language could describe, but they all arose, stifling his breath and constricting his throat.

ML: Well, what do you think? Kindly leave a review to let me know your thoughts:D