Rating: M, but I begin by frightening you * sadistic glare *
Pairing: Lucci x Luffy * for now, for now… * And Sanji x Nami :)
Warning: Luffy abuse xD I don't like it either. * pulls out a chainsaw from almost nowhere and start running after Lucci like a madwoman *
Disclaimer: Would be nice if I'd own it ? Luffy and Zoro woulda be fucking every good occasions !
Note: I bring you with difficulty this first chapter * dies * * revives * Happy and good reading :)
Oh, and something important ! Wanna play a little game with me ? Now start running and hides ! * chansaiw's return * Kidding :) To play it is your choice, it's not obligatory ! The chapters' heading, they will always report to a song. It can be any singer or band, but you have to guess which one I am talking about. Be careful; I have very weird music-taste ! And it won't be necessarily in the song's name… Small clue, my darkest days and the porn star in Toronto even though Kiley doesn't want to kiss Kassandra ;) Google it, I think you'll agree ! :D (I think you're gonna play alone… / Shut up, stupid!)
"The distorted Hell"
First Chapter
Every Lie
The sun shone softly through the cracks of heavy, dark curtains of the large room, lingering heralding a new day begun, and by gently making shine black and smooth hair and the caramel skin of a sleeping boy under the equally heavy and dark as the curtains. His large eyes closer a little more, showing a few wrinkles on the arch of his nose, before it pretend to open again, before opening them wide exposing to light his large dark and shiny eyes.
He turned and looked around, and looked at the another bump in the sheets, which seemed rather distant. He was a bit cold, but he didn't even dared to think of getting closer, continuing to shake under the sheets a little too cold for his like. For several minutes, he remained completely motionless, watching the watching the other person sleep in a deep sleep, his eyes now shining in a completely different way.
Deciding it was finally the time to get up and leave, he slowly emerged from the sheets, revealing a young body, more of an old teen than a young adult. In the dark, it was not much than a frail and thin boy, who winced while picking his few clothes on the floor and quickly dressed and left, neither seen nor heard from the room, without the slightest noise, so it was only by closing the door softly.
In the dark, the other turned in the bed, and could not help but chuckle when he heard the boy start his car in the driveway, and leave in the silence of the morning winter.
.oO0Oo.
A young man with disheveled green hair appeared, looking still a little asleep as if he were awakened in the middle of the night—still, it was eight in the morning—watching with an almost absent stare the lad before him, who trembled a bit even if the corridors of the tallest buildings of Logue Town were very well heated. The time to realize who was standing by the door, the oldest seemed to wake up and gave a silent nod to the boy to tell him to enter without making a sound.
The lad entered the apartment, following the green-haired man, walking towards the living room. The smaller man knew this apartment by heart, for going to it whenever it got too hard to manage for him. And in these days, he had seen more often this apartment than in three complete years… the kitchen full of utensils for the roommate of his friend, the head-chef of one of the greatest restaurant of the town; the rather messy living room with some games consoles on which they had great fun… and the rooms, where he went only a few times, not enough to remember everything, but he knew his friend had black blankets, and blues for the other tenant of the apartment.
The green-haired man fell on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and threw a pile of various university books, not minding the noise he made, before taping the the cushion to tell the kid he could sit. Slowly, the youngest obeyed, and sat on the plush and comfortable furniture.
A comfortable lasted there from a few minutes, the two of them just sat on next to another, seeking perhaps something to say, or announce…
"So ? He has been mean to you again, Luffy ?" asked the one with green hair, turning to the boy, who looked suddenly at his knees, looking a little discomfited, avoiding the gaze of the older, before nodding. "Ah, that bastard… Someday, I'll beat the shit out of that asshole…" He was about to get up and go get a coffee when Luffy stopped him.
"No, Zoro. Don't harm Lucci, please…" he asked with his large, dark and trembling eyes, with tears in bonus, which made the oldest automatically feel bad about what he had said. He didn't like Lucci, but he knew Luffy loved him with all his heart… he would almost have been pitying, if only he did not doubted that Lucci was such a good lover than that.
Therefore, he preferred to lie while affectionately ruffling Luffy's dark hair, adding, "Don't worry, I'm kidding. You sure maybe had a bad night, my captain." Luffy's eyes brightened at the mention of his passion for sailing, impossible to perform in winter, but Zoro liked to remind him how he loved to sail to lift his bad mood up, what worked every time. And then it was Zoro with whom he shared this strange passion first, so it was more fitting that it was more meaningful when that he reminded him often… Truly, this man knew so much about him that it would have almost scared him if he wasn't his best friend for so long.
Luffy gave him a large and innocent smile that made him sentimental again, and even smile as he ruffled the boy's hair again—he would never be tired of the lad's hair, it was just so soft !— before leaving for the kitchen this time ruminating, his smile was soon only a memory, more concerned by Luffy than anything else. He knew that the young man was not in a good relationship, and that he hoped to see again the Lucci he had known, but Zoro knew that Rob Lucci had shown is true face and kept Luffy captive in his claws… really, this guy was a monster for hurting a so sweet and innocent creature that was Luffy.
The boy didn't wasted much time to lay on the comfortable sofa after removing his black coat with fur on the hood, leaving it just lying on the ground, almost inverting a glass of water, which he prevented its overthrow at the last moment and replaced it after. Head on one of the armrests, he covered himself of the thin blanket, that smelled of musk, a little salty, but also steel, strangely. The smell reassured him, since it was Zoro's, who protected him all the time since High School. He didn't really need it, but if he ever was in a difficult situation, Zoro was always there to save his butt.
Taking a small piece between his hands, holding it tight, he approached it of his face, and gently breathed the smell Zoro had left on it, by falling asleep while studying last night, for his studies that he wanted to finish one day in geography, but also to teach kendo, the art of wielding the sword.
And while he was studying, Luffy was… in bed with Lucci, getting hurt when he penetrated him too quickly, without lubricant, before he went with angry shot bumpers, pressing his unusually sharp nails into his ribs, and bite his neck, just to hurt him. Luffy knew he had bled, and not just the ribs and the bites. Like all the times, by the way… except for the first time… he remembered how he had been gentle, kind and attentive, listening to his desires as he met his owns, without as scratch or a too fast move… as if it was only the bait to coax the poor pray.
He was so tired… but to think of Lucci kept him even more awake, by something akin too much to fear and mixed with some bitter taste. Zoro came into the living room with a cup of hot coffee placed it on the transparent coffee table, which never failed to make any dog go crazy if there was food on it, and sat down near the couch.
"Stop thinking and sleep," he scolded him, knowing he was not asleep. Luffy nodded, and hugged close the blanket against him, glad to be safe here, and nobody would hurt him… especially not Zoro, his guardian…
Eventually, the boy was soon in a deep sleep, resembling even more to a little kid, despite that he was almost eighteen. The eyes closed gently, eyelashes flapping gently in some quiet dreams, and fists covered with the blankets under his nose. He really looked like an angel. He was so cute that Zoro wondered how anyone could ever want to hurt him in any ways. Oh well, his way of thinking was surely not shared by everyone, especially not Lucci.
Suddenly, he wondered how he would react if he didn't knew Luffy so well. After all, in three or four years—nearly five—he had learned to know him almost better than the own brother of the boy. He knew when he was hurt, and when he lied to save face in front of other, or simply when he was lying—well, you always knew when he was lying, but he still knew when more than the others… He knew what he liked and what he didn't—not much, the kid was quite open-minded—, if he was disturbed by something… he knew him almost by heart. And it was the same for Luffy, who knew him almost as well, without even ever asking a question, just by observing him, He, too, moreover, had long observed him. And that was why he loved this kid…
Yes, even toughs guys like him softened in front of this innocent and hyperactive for two little boy. Oh well, especially him. Luffy was just perfect, a human being like no other he had seen. The others he knew were all obsessed by something. Or had a massive vice that was rather annoying. Luffy might was sometimes stupid, sometimes in unsavory situation, but it always lifted up the atmosphere. He had never seen him being really mean on purpose.
There were so many reasons to why he loved the boy more than a great friend… and as much to why he was jealous of that jerk of Lucci who had had Luffy in his place. If Luffy would have been really happy with him, he would let it go, and would have been really happy for him, instead of lying to the kid on this subject, so important to him. But no, he couldn't, with the number of times he had come to seek comfort to him, in the recent months. And also the number of times he had came in tears, unable to say if only one word in the muscular arms of the green-haired man that was his best friend… and then, Lucci came, and asked forgiveness for his bad words, looking at him with the corner of his eyes, while Luffy had his head nested in his pale neck, crying in happiness, but his eyes said in no way he was sorry. And because he lied in this way to Luffy, he would always hate him.
He was otherwise jealous, because it was him who had Luffy. Because it was him who hugged him, kissed him gently, putted his lips on the neck of the smaller boy, and who softly caressed him… knowing that he lied to the boy. Zoro really wondered why Lucci stayed with Luffy if he didn't even love him. Perhaps by pure wickedness, he who had a so cold and nasty glare… it was also the main reason why he didn't trust him.
Yeah, everybody could miss an opportunity to shut up. Even he had missed some of those occasions with Luffy, and he regretted it, because sometimes he had been really mean, but eventually they had forgiven each others, because their friendship worth more than be broken for such trifles that were the words. Wonderful how sounds could hurt as they could get you crazy with joy. Like that, every coin has two sides.
A young blond man tumbled into the living room, laughing softly in a whisper to a pretty redhead hanging on his arms, smiling at him gently. In their eyes, an inscrutable expression of happiness, that Zoro identified as a young love. He had seen it in Luffy's eyes during the early months of his relationship with Lucci. This post-euphoric love… really, it made him jealous at first. Then, it was clear that Lucci was not such a good guy…
The blond and the redhead stopped talking and euphorise, laying their eyes on the little Luffy who was sleeping wrapped in the blanket. A broad smile appeared on blonde's face, who approached the green-haired man, asking, "Hey, you finally told him ? I bet you even…"
"No, just now, you're wrong, baka-cook. He came this morning, shaking, because Lucci did something wrong to him."
The blonde's expression changed completely, and he just dropped himself on another couch, watching the little dark-haired boy in turn, sleeping in the same blanket Zoro had used. He seemed quiet, just breathing and smelling his best friend's smell. Frankly, to his humble experience, he wondered why Zoro didn't just tell him. Yes, it seemed obvious that the boy was concerned about him at a fairly high point… just the way he hugged the blanket he had used, and how he looked at him with his broad smile… but he had also to take in account that the green-haired idiot was a big moron.
"Sanji-kun ?" said the redhead, getting him out of his though suddenly. He rose at once a face with hearts in the eyes to her.
"Yes, Nami-swan~ ? You need something ?"
"I'm hungry. You make me some food ?" she asked with an angelic face.
"Of course, Nami-swan~ !" replied the young chef with huge hearts in his eyes, and then danced around the kitchen.
.oO0Oo.
A good smell came to his nostrils… a smell of eggs, bacon and toasts… sausage… and what delicious smell it was ! It smelled good breakfast, and it almost immediately made him realize how hungry he was, because he had not eaten much the day before… because Lucci found his eating habits rather disgusting, he was careful not to reserve him. On this point, he was cruel, he didn't really argue. He shuddered; thinking of the last time he had tried to get a second plate… this fool had almost strangled him saying that if he didn't wanted that to happen with food, it was better not overeating. His stomach growled. He got up and looked around, to recognize Zoro and Sanji's apartment. A smile emerged on his face.
He looked at the blanket still tight in his fists like a little child would have done. He had never told Zoro… but it was because he was more reassuring than anyone else that he came to his house when it became too hard to manage with Lucci. Maybe it was because he knew him longer than the others… and it took them just one look to understand everything, without even saying a word. Thinking of this relationship, so important in his life, he looked at the blanket, and a smile appeared on his face. Not a huge sun-smile as he alone had the secret, but a nostalgic smile; he maybe didn't even realize it himself.
He got up and went to the kitchen, where Zoro and Nami argued about anything, Zoro's head resting on his hand, obviously he dozed a little, his love of sleep catching him up. Then he looked up at him, and his face lit up in his own way, his hard eyes softened, and a small smile played on his face. He got up, and ruffled his hair affectionately, "Slept well, captain ?"
Luffy gave a huge smile this time, before answering in a cheerful voice, "Yup !"
Zoro said, always with a smile, "Good to know. Come, come sit." And he returned to his chair, and looked at him sat, noticing his lips pursed a split second when he sat. It could be anything, but he kept his questions for later. Instead, he looked at him talking joyfully with Nami, with his broad smile of three kilometers, then eat with appetite, talk with his mouth full… yes, it was for this happy Luffy for almost anything at all he had feelings for. Because he knew he could get you smiling at your worse without even the slightest effort.
The cook joined the conversation, and Zoro was more content to watch rather than talk. He was not very talkative… then; look Luffy spooking was an option not to be missed. Because he smiled broadly, and seemed to have completely forgotten how he had came this morning at his apartment. Instead of the smile, cared and silent Luffy, it was the true Luffy, that smiled and chewed saying nonsense.
The phone rang, and the sound of the great conversation paused, everyone wondering who would get up to answer. Zoro ended up going, the murmur of the conversation resuming almost immediately when he went to the phone to watch the display.
And damn.
Exactly the number he didn't want to see. Lucci's one, who sometimes called when Luffy came to his home when could no longer bear all that alone. He wondered if he should hang up without responding, and saying it was a jerk that got a wrong number, but… he knew that Lucci wouldn't like him to do that, and perhaps would he spend his anger saying not super pretty things to Luffy… so, reluctantly, he answered.
"Hello, Roronoa Zoro to the device. What can I do for you ?"
"Hello, Roronoa," said the business man of his mellifluous voice. "Is Luffy there ?"
"Yes, he is. I guess you want me to pass him the phone ?" Zoro asked, noting the noise of the conversation was now of the past.
"I would appreciate."
"Hold on…" He raised his head to Luffy, "Luffy. There's Lucci who wanna talk to you."
And still reluctantly, he handed the phone to the smallest young man, who took the device while trembling, before answering in a small voice, "Hi, Lucci." He frowned guiltily, biting his lower lip, "I… I didn't knew you were going to worry… so… sorry, Lucci…" A great shudder went through the boy's back, and Zoro put his hand on the boy's shoulder, who put his own on his big paw, holding it against his own a bit before removing it from his shoulder, finishing the conversation with, "Yeah, I'm coming. Later. Me… me too, I love you."
Zoro couldn't help gritting discreetly his teeth and heard Luffy express his love in words for this jerk that harmed him.
Then the boy turned to him, before announcing what he knew he would say, which revealed to be severely disappointing, "I… have to go." Zoro saw that he was trembling. He put his hand back on the arm of the smallest, but he pushed it again, which didn't fail to make the oldest a bit sad. "Lucci wants me to go to his place, so…"
"It's good." He knew he would deliver the next word with reluctance, because he would have really preferred that Luffy would stay at his place's, away from that big idiot, "Go on, Luffy."
The boy gave him a smile, but his eyes weren't smiling with his face, "Well, then… bye, and later !"
"Bye, captain !" Zoro said, while disheveling his hair.
.oO0Oo.
When Luffy got out of his car, he immediately noticed the biting cold. It was almost exclusively at Lucci's than anywhere else in town. He never knew why, but the heat really didn't liked Lucci. Even his body was very cold. It gave off no heat… maybe he was a vampire, as in the mushy novels for retarded young girls.
Swallowing his saliva, Luffy went up the snowy path leading to the entrance. He looked at the large living-room window, which through he saw the burning fire, and Lucci reading the newspapers in the nearby rocking-chair. The mere sight reminded him of an old memory. The… the very first time he had taken him, he, the little virgin Luffy of sixteen, just before the softly snoring fire, the same way that he stroked the sensitive body of the innocent boy. Bitterly, it was also the only time he had been so kind to him in bed and in private… there was nothing like that anymore.
Advancing slowly, not to attract the big bad wolf hiding safely in the snow, the boy walked toward the glass-door, to knock gently, until the hour of punishment, the harvest and the reaper for combine harvester arriving in his field. The time of his trial, any exaggeration was permitted, just to recall it.
Luffy knocked at the door, almost shyly. Any of his friend that would have passed through the area would never have recognized him to his way of knocking… so unusual, coming from him.
Then, a moment of silence barely disturbed by the murmur of the wind, He looked out at the window, knowing that Lucci had clearly saw him, and was making him wait in the numbing cold, reading his newspapers without remorse. Luffy looked down the steps on the snow, closing his eyes to hold the tears back, before raising his eyes to the door and wait.
Finally, when Lucci came to open the door twenty minutes later with a hot coffee in hands, Luffy's on shook, and he almost couldn't feel them anymore. He gently rubbed them together, trying to create a little heat, lowering his eyes not to cross those of the businessman.
Several minutes went on, and then Lucci asked to boy to come in, relieving the kid from the arctic cold outside. He had barely looked at him. Luffy left his boots in the hall, and followed the oldest to the living room, where the businessman took place in his tweed armchair, also resuming reading his newspaper, leaving Luffy standing, in the middle of the room, not really daring to sit on another chair or sofa.
Weird to see how the boy was sleeping in the bed of his lover, but was reluctant to sit on a simple couch… the silence continued to last for almost half an hour, but until then, Luffy wasn't cold anymore. He was even almost warm. He looked to Lucci, still waiting for a sign, that he looked up to him to take him in his arms, even if it was only a vain hope.
Finally, when Lucci looked up at him and Luffy ceased to find his feet more interesting than sex, the businessman's eyes were cold. Or even frozen. A little more and mist would have came out of them. Luffy supported difficultly the view, feeling an uncomfortable ball forming in his already thigh throat. He gritted his teeth, and waited for the deluge.
"You know, Luffy," His voice was as cold as his eyes, not even attempting to show a spark of kindness towards him, "I was worried when you weren't there, this morning." What a pretty lie, but claiming a kindness long forgotten by the lad, that he instantly forgot the icy tone that came with the words.
"You… you told me on the phone…" The lump in his throat swelled, and the tears he tried to prevent to flow fell down his cheeks. "I'm… I'm, ex… excuse-me…" He tried to keep the sobs without showing much success here. He hid his face in his hands, knowing how Lucci hated it when he cried.
Lucci rose from his chair and placed his newspapers on a desk, and took the boy in his arms, whispering words of comfort in a cold and distant voice, without love, stroking the disheveled hair of the small boy in his arms, which pressed himself more against him, forgetting how just the night before, he had hurt him so badly while trying to love him—he if ever had really tried…
Then, when the boy was done with crying, the tallest made him step back, and looked in the dark large eyes of the teenager, who gave him a shy smile, trying to lighten the mood always heavy in this huge house. But something else went into Lucci's eyes when he offered him a predatory smile, almost sadistic.
And at this moment came the first blow, which sent Luffy to the ground, holding his right cheek, his eyes full of tears, that he didn't even forced himself to hold back, and his nose which ran snot like blood, falling on the black carpet. Luffy stoop up, coughing and spluttering, before receiving a kick in the ribs, which would have earned a point in American football. He felt one of his ribs crack, and tried to escape, but without success. As he stood up unsteadily, Lucci caught him by the collar of his shirt, sending him a good slap, which made him bite his lips and almost be afraid that it would fall. He was surely having a pretty bruise on the cheek, now.
Then came the insults.
"I wonder why I sleep with a whining brat like you !" He dropped him on the ground before kicking him in the ribs again.
"Really, you should see your face ! Disgusting ! It's a shame that I go out with you, you know ?" And another one.
"And sailing, but what a gay passion ! It's been so 40's !" Another again. This one was worth a good hundred point…
Then he left him, and Luffy just rolled into a ball on the floor, shaking with difficult childish sobs, who would even made a stone sentimental. Not Lucci. He simply watched him cry long, and seeing the tears seemed endless, he said in a voice just as cold as the first time he had spoken this morning, "Go, I don't want to see you anymore, you little scum."
Luffy nodded, before getting up unsteadily and holding his sides, and staggered clumsily to the door, before falling because of a foot from the one who claimed to love him. He banged his chin on a wall corner and let out a strangled breath, which made laugh Lucci, causing him a sob.
"Oh, excuse me, my love," Lucci said in an amused voice, not caring any of his poor fate, leaving another deep bite in the kid's heart who got up with difficulty.
Then, once in the hall, he put on his coat, and his boots, before putting his hand on the handle and opened the door, but just before he put one foot out, Lucci's voice hailed him, "Luffy."
"Y-yes ?"
"You know I love you, right ? Do you love me ?" He asked, revealing what appeared to be a spark of tenderness in his voice.
Luffy froze, a few more tears escaped him before saying, "Yes, I love you, Lucci, more than anything else…"
The other simply chuckled in amusement, biting hard the boy's already bruised heart, who left the house, limping, holding his sides, leaving Lucci and his smirk alone in front of the window, watching him go in the high midday sun.
.oO0Oo.
Luffy had wept all the way to his house, and once in the driveway of his uncle—went abroad for three months—Shanks' house, he let it go and cried all the tears of his wounded body. It hurt so bad ! Lucci said he loved him, then laughed when he said he loved him more than anything… he didn't understand, but it was even worse than when he hit…
He remained like that a long time. In fact, until nightfall. The car he had stopped entering in the driveway had long ago became very cold. The gaze empty, Luffy would have stayed even longer in the car if nobody would have came to get him out of it. He was cold and rather absent, He felt the things, but didn't respond. Saw them, heard them, but didn't understand them anymore.
When he regained full consciousness, he was in bed, wearing a large t-shirt and a pair of boxers, his hair still a little wet from taking a bath, probably hot, since he was still a little humid, and looked to see, in the bathroom, Zoro, taking of the bath's cap, before wiping his hands, with an expression of concern all over his face.
He had to admit he was a little disappointed to see Zoro. He had hoped that Lucci, true to his words, loving him, had saved him from the Siberian cold outside. But no, it was Zoro. He loved Zoro, his best friend for years, but he also loved Lucci…
Zoro turned to him, and smiled softly at seeing him better.
His voice was gentle and patient when he spoke, a very rare thing from this though guy, "So, captain ? Are you better ?"
Luffy didn't understood why, but hearing such a voice coming from Zoro, he felt his heart beating faster, and his cheeks reddening. Butterflies in his stomach awoke to the sight of Zoro's smile, and he froze. What was all this ? He awoke, and smiled in turn to Zoro, oddly as he would have reserved to Lucci if he would have been still soft and gentle with him.
Had he not closed his eyes in the gesture, he would have saw that Zoro had almost had exactly the same reaction as himself when he smiled.
The oldest sat beside him with the First Aid kit that he surely had found behind the toilet, and cleaned gently the smallest's injuries, gritting his teeth dangerously seeing the almost blackish bruises on his best friend's body, who thanked him inwardly to not ask anything, knowing that Luffy didn't liked to talk about who had beaten him, although it was obvious that Zoro was burning to ask.
Soon all wounds were dressed, and Luffy simply watched a movie on the TV, while Zoro was sleeping on the other side of the bed. Contrary to popular belief, this wasn't something rare for them. Zoro knew for long that Luffy liked boys, and every time a stupid person had dared to broke his heart, after of course beat him almost to death, no caring at all about the months he would have to pass in restraint, he came to see Luffy, just to keep him company, since he was so bad with words…
Luffy watched Zoro sleeping, his head leaning on his shoulder, and arms crossed on his chest. Honestly. When would all these weird feelings in his stomach would stop ? And if he didn't stop blushing he was sure to cry because it hurt on his cheek were he had a bruise that wasn't pretty to see…
Luffy gently place his head over Zoro's, and let himself be carried away by a quiet sleep. Zoro smelled the after-shave, and it reminded him a little of his uncle, but on Zoro, the smell of pine seemed strangely comforting. And the chemical scent of steel that didn't left this man stung his nose, but Zoro had always smelt like that, so it was natural that this smell reassured him more than the pine after-shave…
Sleep overtook him, and he felt his heart beating softly, spreading a pleasant warmth in his chest… and he knew would never be tired of this heat…
—Ze endeuuuh—
Phew, that wasn't easy. Also that I deleted almost half of it by typing all crooked on my keyboard. It was almost finished, xD So I started again ^^' Now it's finished. Pheeew, I hope I won't do it again…
Luffy: * eyes filled with tears * Ero is mean to me !
Zoro: * takes Luffy in his arms * Don't worry, I'll protect you * points Kitetsu towards Ero *
Me: Arf. Excuse me. I'm so bad.
Hancock: Finally, she admits it * satisfied expression *
Me: * angry glare and takes a chainsaw running from under her skirt * COME HERE, FATTU GIRL ! * runs after Hancock, who tries to escape as quickly as possible *
Zoro: Well, Luffy, you finish it for her ?
Luffy: * all happy * Yeah ! Review and criticize, please !
Zoro: And be mean, please.
Me: * arrives full of fresh blood with the chainsaw just as dirty * Repeat it to see what happen, you stretched ass ? * start the chainsaw *
Zoro: Be nice and kind to the poor Ero, she works very hard on this fic ^_^'
Me: * stops the chainsaw with a satisfied smile * I like that better.
To the next chappie :)