Disclaimer: I don't own the CCS characters or affiliated names, the ladies of CLAMP do. I do however, own everything else.

Words of the Wolf:

Sero sid serio: Late but in earnest – one of my Family's Old Mottos. As you can see, I unconsciously abide by it.

Warning: This story isn't 100 percent about skating. It's more about the people. (This needs to be explained to some people)

As I have already stated in my sucky summary, this story is a reinvention of my older version, of about the same name, but quite a few things will be different in this story, and I hope any of my old readers will consider reading the newer (and going to be updated more often) version. And if you have ANY PROBLEMS with the new version, read the commentary at the bottom as to why I've changed things, before you start harrasing me more, and or flames. I will not tolerate them. To all new readers, I hope you enjoy this story, and as always, read and review. Love ya!


Live Life on the Rails

Part 1

Chapter 2

She felt her cheeks stinging before she was fully conscious, and opened her eyes to see several worried faces, including her new friend 'Ying Fa', all staring down at her. One of the guys, a lanky boy of 6'4" and short dyed bright green hair, teased,

"I don't know guys, in my opinion, she probably got some sense knocked into her." A couple others murmured their agreements, and Tomoyo replied from her prone position on the ground,

"And in my opinion, I'm going to knock some sense into you." Sitting up, they gave her some room, and she checked to see if her head was alright from the fall. Standing with the help of a black spiky haired boy, she brushed off her pants, before punching the arm of the green haired guy, who merely laughed. Waving off their concerns, she laughed and explained that she hadn't slept the night before, and forgot to eat breakfast.

The guys looked at her skeptically, but left to get a little more practice in before the lot was filled with cars and people. Sakura looked ready to join them, when Tomoyo called her back,

"Hey, do you have your schedule and stuff yet?" Sakura blinked. She hadn't really thought of that. She wanted to slap her forehead for her carelessness, but stopped and laughed,

"Hoe. I completely forgot about that. Would you mind helping me out?" Tomoyo nodded, smiling gently once again. "No problem at all. I'll take you to the front office, and after that, I'll introduce you to the guys before opening ceremony. But we should go now, before it gets too busy."

Without a word to the others, the raven haired girl picked up her skateboard and backpack, and Sakura followed suit, slinging her bag over her shoulder again as she slowly walked to the school building with Tomoyo. They entered through the glass double doors, making small talk about skating tricks and the like, and it wasn't long until they were in the front office for the school administration.

It was a simple room. Cream walls with "Inspirational" posters, a bulletin board for notices, clubs, and athletics. The front desk was an oak wrap around counter, and sitting so only her head was seen above it, was a pretty brunette woman, who looked up the second they entered the room. There was a bright smile on her face, but it quickly turned into a concerned frown. She began scolding before Sakura finished closing the door,

"Tomoyo, please don't tell me you got into trouble already? Your mother will freak out if you get in trouble on the first day of school, again, and this is your third and last year! Unless this is about the prank with teacher's fridge last semester? I told you not to push Shato-sensei, but nooo! You can't listen to me at all, can you?"

Tomoyo laughed, waving her hand as if to throw the topic away. She grabbed Sakura's wrist and pulled her forward, to be in better view of the secretary.

"I was showing around my new friend. She needs her schedule, locker number and combo, and don't worry, I'll volunteer to be her school guide and lunch buddy." She smiled cheekily at the last part. The secretary's shoulders lowered in relief with a quiet sigh, and her bright smile was back on her face as she stood up and got a better look at Tomoyo's new friend.

"Well, I'd be glad to give you a schedule, but can you give me your name?"

Sakura froze. She hadn't thought about this part either. She didn't want to seem like she was hiding something, but she was…And she didn't want to seem like she was already distancing herself from a possible friend…But she really did need her schedule. After a few seconds of hesitation and self-clearance, she answered firmly,

"My name is Kinomoto Sakura, though in your records, my last name should be Avalon."

She looked at the secretary, whose eyes widened a little, her mouth forming a little o. And glancing at Tomoyo in the corner of her eye, she was surprised to see not shock, but an odd smile.

"The Kinomoto Sakura? Rising skateboard star and daughter of the famous Kinomoto clan?" Sakura nodded, waiting for the initial stun to get over with, and then to the 'fannerisms', as she liked to call it. But Tomoyo just stood beside her quietly, while the secretary was the only one who seemed to notice the meaning of her name. It's not like she loved it all the time, but there was usually a degree of respect and brown nosing that always came with her announcing her name. It was rather off that Tomoyo, a skater, was not joining in on this, unless her suspicion was right.

The secretary seemed to have controlled herself, as her smile went up a notch into undecipherable. "If you girls will wait a minute, I'll get your things for you Kinomoto-san." She left the front desk and went into the back area, which was not seen by the rest of the room. And with that, Sakura turned to Tomoyo, brow raised.

"You don't seem surprised…Are you alright?" Tomoyo smirked, lifting her phone to show Sakura a picture that the brunette knew very well as one of her own. "You look too much like yourself to not recognize you. Besides, I'm pretty sure you know who I am, since I gave you my whole name."

Sakura smiled slightly, now caught in a different situation she had never been in, nor had seen in her mangas. "Yeah, I knew you were scary familiar. I just couldn't put a finger on it at first…It would explain why everyone wanted me to attend this school, since I flat out and turned down the offer to that prissy school."

Tomoyo giggled. "That's them. Secretive to the last second." Sakura rolled her eyes. "No kidding. I bet they weren't even going to tell us we were in the same school until the family meeting on Friday." The raven haired girl nodded, a kinder smile on her gentle face now, as she leaned her back against the counter.

"How much do you wanna bet, that they had a betting pool going on about us figuring it out? I bet she was on it as well…" Sakura snorted, also getting comfortable by leaning against the counter beside Tomoyo, "$20 that your right, and raise you $10 that none of them win."

Tomoyo grinned mischievously, shaking hands with the brunette to seal the deal, "You're on."

They didn't say anything for a little while, until Tomoyo spoke up again, an awkward but interesting start, "So, when did you learn about it?" The way Tomoyo said it, made the brunette know exactly what the subject had turned to. Sakura frowned, playing with her chin length bangs as a habit of frustration.

"About a month and a half ago. I mean, I suspected it for a while now, but to have it affirmed was…well, it sucked. When did they told you?" Tomoyo shrugged, "My mom felt I should know right when I hit middle school, to avoid certain problems. Not that I've had problems, but it was a precaution. And I basically figured it out after you had left, I just didn't understand it until I got older."

Sakura nodded, and then remembered something, a feeling of remorse and guilt spread through her, "I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch with you. I know I promised I would, right before we left for America, but after-"

Tomoyo interrupted, waving her hand to make the apology go away. "No, it's alright. It was my fault we stopped writing anyway. And I needed a break, at that time, with what was happening. Besides, we have forever to talk again. Your living in Japan again, dear cousin. We have no excuse not to talk anymore." Tomoyo's eyes lit up as her smile really brightened, and she touched Sakura's arm as if to reaffirm and recreate the old bond of friendship between them.

Sakura smiled, glad for the first time for the decision to come back to Japan. She teased, poking her old and only female best friend in the side, "So, it seems that you took up skating. What's up with that, huh? You never wanted to skate when I was here." The raven haired girl squeaked at the sudden prod.

"Hey!!! And why not learn how to skate? I didn't have my Saku-chan anymore. I needed some comfort. Besides, the second I told my mom I wanted to learn, she was psyched. You remember, the entire skate boarding line from Piffle Princess."

Sakura replied with a grin, "Of course I remember the first line. It was a joint project with both our mom's, and Aunt Sonomi became my first sponsor." Tomoyo grabbed for Sakura's thick framed glasses, who didn't protest as her cousin put them on herself.

"So, what's with the disguise, anyways? Every picture in public of you is with these sunglasses, hoodies, and hats. No one knows what you really look like, besides family of course. Don't you get tired of it?" Sakura shrugged, rubbing the bridge of her nose that missed the familiar comfort of weight.

"Well, as I started getting public, my mom basically hid my face. I just changed my style to how I like it, which she disagrees a lot too." Tomoyo laughed, "Aunt Nadeshiko is seriously still trying to make you into a model? I thought she'd give up on it after a while." Sakura shook her head furiously, a soft scowl on her face.

"I love my mom, I really do, but she is extremely adamant about me becoming a model, so much that she still hides my face, so that when I make my 'debut', I will be 'unstoppable', or whatever."

Tomoyo was going to say something, but the secretary finally came back into the main room, muttering to herself darkly about copy machines. Both the girls turned to face her, and a bright smile was plastered on her face again. Extending her hand, she held out the forms for Sakura to take.

"Here you go! Took a while, since the other secretary hadn't put your record in the files of the new students. It seems that you were put in with the first years by accident. Anyway, Tomoyo is your guide, and as requested, your last name will be put in the records as Avalon until graduation unless you wish otherwise."

Sakura held the forms in hand, as Tomoyo automatically started directing Sakura toward the hallway door again, but she managed to call back as she was pushed out the door, "Thank you!!"

Tomoyo took Sakura's arm in hers, and guided her around, showing her the many corridors and stairways of the school, and the hang out spots of certain cliques during recess and lunch. "See, the courtyard is already filling up with jocks, preps, and school spirit people…and a little down the veranda, is the 'brains' and some of the cooler sports people, and arts group, and it's arts because we've got so many different types at this school. Oh, over there, we've got the Goths, the uber thespians, outcasts, and what nots. And here we are, punks, trouble makers, and skaters. Welcome to our humble abode."

Sakura knew separation of social groups was normal, but she didn't know it was to this level in high school. The 'preps' were pretty close to the cafeteria, and they had a decent and large set up, very open part of the courtyard with a mini field under the trees, and they guarded their area doggedly with their vicious looks. The 'brain and arts' had a good spot as well, though more shade under the trees, though not as much as the Goth area, who stuck in the darkest corner of the courtyard, more by choice than by force. And the 'punks' were the farthest from the cafeteria and close to the small entrance of the parking lot and school grounds, but had a huge space, with self made ramps on benches and tables, and you could see the heavy usage on the pipes of ramps from the building, and there were stickers and 'approved' student art all over the area.

Kinomoto was in love, though she wished there was more. From the gathered, only 20 or so people had skateboards, and the rest meshed in the crowd as punks or the deemed 'troublemakers'. They didn't look a lot horrible; they just had a different sense of fashion and attitude.

Tomoyo waved at a group of guys that were a common theme with her, as Sakura noticed, and the two jogged up to their designated table. Well, more Tomoyo was dragging and practically taking Sakura's arm off by the sheer force of her excitement. Standing in front of her friends, Tomoyo beamed as she made a show of presenting her cousin to her long time friends.

"Guys, this is Sakura. My cousin. The one I told you about that was living in the US for a few years. You know her." She waited for a bit as their gears were turning, and before long, one of their jaws slacked, and soon after, the others followed. Both of the girls giggled, as it was a funny sight. The one with green hair turned to face the others, snapping his fingers.

"Damn it, another one. Seriously, the female skater is a rare find, and yet once again…" The guy closest to him, a burly raven haired boy with silver highlights and a kind smile, merely patted his friend's shoulder, and all the boys seemed to surround the green haired boy in similar morose fashion.

"I understand completely, dear Swampy. But we must mourn at another time, because Mad is rearing its head." And the six boys turned to face the girls, specifically Tomoyo, whose eye was ticking. Three of the younger looking boys had the grace to appear sheepish, 'Swampy' was grinning widely, while the burly boy with silver tips was laughing behind his hand, and the dark brunette with his hair in a ponytail just looked on stoically.

Tomoyo huffed out her breath, but contained herself. "Anyways. You know why she's here, so be good, and introduce yourselves." First one up was the green haired boy, goofy grin on his face. "Hey, my name is Kioshi, 3rd year, and 11th leader of the Windy, which is our group name. And as you may have found out, my nickname is Swampy, because I dye my hair green a lot."

The burly silver tipped boy on Swampy's right nodded his head to Sakura, small smile on his face. "My name is Takeru, also 3rd year. My nickname is Phantom. Welcome to Japan, Sakura-san." The other boy, on Swampy's left, lean build with dyed red hair smirked. "Sup, Sakura-san! My name is Akira, also 3rd year. Nickname is Sergeant, because my dad's a military."

A slightly younger boy with the brown hair in a ponytail spoke up this time, "Konnichiwa, Sakura-san. I am Eniwa, a 2nd year, and they call me Hammer. Welcome back to Japan, though the circumstance is a bit odd." Another boy, shorter and leaner than the others, wrapped an arm around Eniwa's shoulder, grinning broadly with light brown hair. "Hola! My name is Shouta, they call me Tag. Dunno why, though-" The last boy, who was Shouta's twin apparently, but with his hair black tipped, interrupted with the same grin, "And I'm Kenji, 2nd year, and they call me Tug."

Sakura smiled, and carefully took her glasses off for an official greeting. "As you know, I am Sakura, 3rd year, and Tomoyo has been calling me Ying Fa." Tomoyo spoke up, a funny look on her face as she waved her hands around dramatically. "Whoa whoa whoa. Since I believe the other guys have earlier stated, you are Empress Ying Fa of Tomoeda Public Academy's black top. And it shall be thus."

Sakura rolled her eyes, smirking at the other guys conspiritally, "Sure, Tomy-chan, whatever you say." She put her thick glasses back on, and sat down on the edge of the table with the others, Takeru making room for her. Tomoyo puffed her cheeks a little, but started laughing a little bit, not able to keep up her act for long.

Before long, the bells rang throughout the courtyard, and the group headed toward the large auditorium. Going to the back rows, they kept to themselves, ignoring the rules of being in your years age group, and they sat down in a way that they were hidden from the school administration who sat on the school stage about 80 ft from them. When Sakura asked quietly if it was fine, Kioshi, the one sitting on her immediate right, replied with a grin on his face as he leaned back, stretching his arms behind her seat and Tomoyo's on his right.

"They ignore our existence, except for when we cause trouble. As long as we attend classes, do our homework, take our tests, and have passing grades, they leave us alone, for the most part. We do have problems with some, like Shato-sensei. But, he's the only one with a severe problem against us that takes action."

"How do you get away with it?" Sakura asked incredulity. On her left, Takeru answered. "Well, it's simple. This may be a public school, but it's a rich public school. And a lot of parents donate to the school, or specific departments and clubs in which their child is in. So, if your parents give to the school, the school doesn't really cause much of a fuss if a few students like to play delinquent. Especially if those students are potential future donations, like myself and Tag and Tug's parents. And since the school administration knows who you are, and the potential donations your parents might give, they will cater to you and your delinquency."

Sakura nodded in understanding and whispered to not be overheard by the speech the principal was giving. "Then senior year might be fun, because my parents already donated to the school." Takeru and Kioshi both laughed, being the only ones who heard her, Kioshi ruffling her hair a little.

"Seems that way, ne?" They talked throughout the whole ceremony, ignoring the student council speeches, and they walked in a group as the assembly was released to go to classes, but before long, the group had to split, the second years going to their floor, and the third years split with only Akira in class with Sakura and Tomoyo, while Kioshi and Takeru were in the class next to them.

They took seats in the back, and Tomoyo seemed rather nervous about being in the class, to the point that Sakura asked her quietly what was wrong. "Shato-sensei is an asshole, and he likes to pick on me in class. Outside of class, he gets the guys." Sakura raised an eye brow, "He can't be that bad…right?" Akira answered this time,

"He's pretty bad. He hates skaters. Eniwa thinks it's because he used to be a prep, but I don't know, honestly." Tomoyo scoffed. "It's probably because my mom turned him down for going out when I was a 1st yr, and we were doing parent teacher meetings." Akira nodded, scratching the back of his head,

"Or it could be that."

The class room door opened with a resounding SHUK, and stepped in an older man with a big build that looked to be in his late 40's, plain looking with a buzz cut. He took to the front of the class, and he tried to exude this intimidating air, which seemed to work, as Tomoyo would not look him in the eye, nor did some other students.

He began class with roll call, and Sakura noticed that he sneered upon saying Tomoyo's and Akira's last names in particular, the same with the few who would not look him in the eye like earlier. When he came to her name, he grew puzzled, not remembering her name on roster before, nor able to pronounce it. Sakura raised her hand, and spoke up when he let her.

"It's pronounced A-va-lon. I was enrolled just yesterday." Shato-sensei took a good look at her and sneered at her as well. "What kind of name is that?" Sakura shrugged her shoulders, and replied lamely, "The one I was given…?" This caused several people to laugh at this small form of insubordination.

He went on, letting her be for now, but the way he acted promised retribution for poking fun at him in his own class.

"Li Meilin?" Sakura's head turned at hearing the last name, to the answering black haired beauty with very sharp facial features, sitting a few rows over, dressed in high fashion, showing her creamy white skin as best she could while still maintaining her modesty.

"Li Eriol?" Just as he was about to repeat himself a second time, the class room door slid open once again, and the class turned to see the intrusion. In walked two very handsome youths, obviously not the deemed 'troublemakers', as one boy came in, with dark blue eyes and his black hair brushed to the tips of his ears, and he wore a blue polo and jeans. He rose his hand with a meaningless smile, "Present."

Shato-sensei nodded, and continued, "Li Syaoran, I assume?" He asked this to the boy with the shaggy chocolate hair mussed up in the 'just got out of bed' look, and his sharp gold amber eyes looked directly at the teacher. He was wearing a dark green polo with khaki cargo pants, and unlike the other boy, seemed to have a darker tan. With only a few looks, Sakura could tell they had to be brothers, because of their similar height of above 6 ft, and their body build while not extremely huge like a body builder, was large and they had toned muscles of born and bred athletes.

The handsome brunet merely nodded to the teacher as reply to his question, and went to sit down by the two black haired Li's. Sakura was watching the brunet in the corner of her eye, until she felt a jab in her side from Tomoyo's direction. Facing her cousin, Tomoyo had this all knowing look, and Sakura hid her blushing face by turning to the windows as Shato finished the roll call.

Before long, they were starting their lessons on math, and Sakura immediately started hating it. Not only because she hated math in general, but because Tomoyo was right, when she said he liked to pick on them in class. Tomoyo wasn't really his target today, though, as he spent half of the morning basically making fun of Sakura, and making her go up to the board to do problems, crazy ones in which she didn't know half of them.

And worse, she was paired up against most of the class on problems, and they all finished before she was even half way through. Several apologized for it, even Tomoyo and Akira were beating her at the board.

Sakura hated this humiliation, but she said nothing as she was allowed to go to her seat after finally given the time to finish one of the problems. Maybe he would leave her alone after this, seeing as if he had got his revenge, and if he wanted to make an example of a good student, he should use the Li's. The three of them zoomed through the problems, and got them all correct. It was kind of scary how quick the three of them were.

The bell rang, and the class was given a short recess as Shato-sensei finally left the class, and a minute later came in another teacher, a beautiful light brunette, with soft gentle features, but she got all the students attention's. Kaho Mizuki was a young teacher, but she taught history well. It helped that history was one of Sakura's favorite subjects.

The class switched two more times, from science to English/ Self Study language. Sakura already knew 5 languages, not including Japanese or English, so she decided to self study Mandarin. She knew a little bit to get by on a day to day basis, but she might as well learn more. Tomoyo, who knew Mandarin fluently, agreed to help teach, as long as Sakura helped with German.

Finally, the lunch bell rang, and three from class 3-A joined the two members of 3-B, and headed down to the courtyard, with their skate boards in hand. Rushing to the lunch line, Sakura managed to get a simple red bean past bun and 'already cooked' beef ramen.

She sat down at the table with the others of Windy, and watched quietly as the group interacted, still finding it weird that she was so easily picked up by the members of Windy. They seemed so surreal, to accept her in the group so readily. On one point, they knew her history, and who she was. But they didn't know her as a person. She was part of the exclusive club, and they hadn't even tested her out yet.

Shouta and Kenji, sitting on both sides of her, took notice to her rather morbid silence, and with a nod at one another, they poked her sides. Getting a yelp from her, she got the attention of the whole table as she glared at the two. Both grinned mischievously as the jumped away from the table, and Sakura scrambled after them, trying her best to catch one of the slippery twins, finally managing to get a hold of Kenji, only for Shouta to tickle her and she let go as she laughed to the ground.

The others of the group laughed at the antics, but soon Tomoyo joined Sakura in going after the younger twins. The double team was now getting dangerous, as both girls were well coordinated, and before long, the tagging turned into a skating race. It was simple at first, small tricks here and there, but as they went through the set up course on their part of the courtyard, it turned a little more complicated as they had to skate through the others, and still keep up with the shorter and more agile brunets.

Skating around the other areas of the courtyard, more obstacles came in the way, as the cousins became more obsessed with hunting down the prey, than with keeping to social norms, and not disturbing the peace. Through the Goths area, and then through the brains and arts area, the twins dared to go through the preps area. And again, the cousins had no sense of place, only that they were making the two desperate.

Shouta was using simple tricks to get away, going the straightway, while his brother decided to do more complicated tricks to get through the people. And with those two going through the area, stirring up the people, it created more problems for their pursers, and the two girls had to pull out more tricks than usual.

Tomoyo glided through, using benches and pipes when possible. Sakura was much more, as she even skated on the wall with her speed and flexibility, and with a powerful jump, she leaped over a table of 8, flying quickly to jump over several other tables. Tomoyo merely let her skateboard glide under the table while she herself ran to catch up as she ran on the tables, careful to not step in people's lunches.

Following the two, they skated up a ramp by the cafeteria, and with Shouta nearly in her grasp, Sakura wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings at all. And proceeded to knock into something extremely hard and appearing out of nowhere. The force of the impact was like a brick wall tumbling down with a wrecking ball, as she fell forward, landing on the object that stopped her, and it took her a little bit to regain her senses.

Looking up, noticing that she hadn't had impact with the ground like she thought, she found herself looking at the handsome face from class up close, gold amber eyes that glared at her like swords. She then looked around to notice the predicament she was in. They had landed in an odd position, and leaped away from him as best as she could, and she did what she could to ignore the stares, glares and looks of the surrounding mob. She had the grace to look a bit embarrassed as she apologized.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going." Tomoyo suddenly appeared at her side, Sakura's skateboard in hand. "Hey, Ying Fa! We're gonna lose if we waste any more time!" Glad for the quick escape, Sakura said sorry again as she rushed through the crowd along with Tomoyo, and they threw there skateboards on the ground, quickly trying to regain distance lost, Sakura using the wall more often to glide over people more often.

It wasn't long, when Sakura managed to get a hold of one of the twins, Kenji, when he was going for a spinning trick. With that, Tomoyo grabbed Shouta, and the two grabbed the prisoners and carted them back to their group's area. Kioshi was the first to spot them, and he whopped at the girl's victory. The girl's let the twins go, who merely laughed at the fun game.

While the others were congratulating a good and hilarious game, Eniwa broke the group's fun by a single cough that got all of their attentions. "You might want to look around. A lot of people look pissed off." Sakura did just that. While most of the other cliques seemed to have gotten over it, it was the jocks and preps that seemed to have taken more offense to it, and even from far across the courtyard, they could just feel the anger in the air.

Akira was the one to suggest it. "Anyone up for a strategic retreat to the roof?" The 8 of them left no trace as they ran inside the building, boards in hand and trash thrown away.

And from his position at the table by the cafeteria, one person watched the running form of the brunette in thick glasses, as she laughed with her friends as they ran into the building.


Author Commentary:

Sorry about being so late with this one, but there are many good reasons.

One, got a job in which I worked near 10 hours a day (waitress) and for a few weeks, I wasn't used to it, and just passed out when I get home. Two, my computer, and my roommate's computers both broke/ had problems getting onto the internet.

Three, I seem to just destroy all technology around me. My phone broke. A week later, so did my back up phone. My computer broke as well, so I had to refresh the hard drive from new, and destroyed all my files once again. I had the back ups all in my jump drive. My jump drive seems to have a virus on it, and it's destroyed itself, along with 10 years worth of writing, all my homework for my IT classes, and several other homework pieces I'd love to have kept. It kills me to see the 10 years of work go down the drain, over 10000 pages of my life with it. I called Geek Squad to see if there was a possible way to save it. $40 for a half hour, even if they couldn't do anything. Nothing could save little Spiro (the USB drive). It took 4 chapters of the new Live life on the rails, 15 chapters of Senpuu, 6 chapters of Hollow, and also more than 1000 pgs of work on several other different ideas of stories (about 75 pgs average per each of them) as well as an original piece of fiction that I was actually going to hopefully publish (guess screw that).

Four, I broke three fingers on my right hand (dominant hand) at the beginning of summer. Do you know how hard it is to type and waitress with only one hand, not your dominant hand? I'll tell you, it's hard, and it sucks.

This summer had turned out to be something very painful.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this one. Yes, very different from the original, but it has its essential events. Though I feel this one could be better, I'll have to make due, and just explain more in other chapters.

And special thanks to the first reviewers, and my beta, Atsuko Tenshi, for being my beta, as well as a translator into Portuguese.

Alright, I'm done for now. Read it, Review it, Love it, Later.

Wolf