Chapter Two: Hold
Fai awoke to the familiar pings of his cell phone. He opened his eyes and tried to blink, before realizing that it was rather difficult to do so since his face was on his pillow. He flipped onto his back and reached blindly for the phone. He flipped it open and tried to read the array of text messages through his bleary eyes.
Coffee in the Hall at 8. Hikaru-sensei wants 2 go over a duet that she wants us 2 play at the Thanksgiving Gala. I'll murder someone if it's Bach.
--A
Shunken-sensei sent me a 5 paged accompaniment 2 ur first quarter solo piece. U have major explaining 2 do.
--Y
I have new outfits 4 u and Y! Meet me at the usual classroom in the east building after lunch or b4 Hexagon?
--T
Hexagon 2nite at 9. Cars r coming at 8:30. I have another 10 filed emails requesting u 4 the northern orchestras. U have 2 sort them out with me by next Tuesday.
--K
Did K tell u about Hexagon? Meet me after classes in the sunroom behind the Hall.
--A
F, we need 2 talk about the Thing. 5 minutes b4 lunch?
--S
Fai rubbed his eyes and sat up straighter in bed. He pushed the covers down to his waist—the frigid air rushed up at him from all sides of him that weren't covered with the goose-feather comforter. He texted them all back as adequately as he could. He dreaded talking with Subaru. The Thing was something all of them should be trying their best to forget, not drudging it up over and over repeatedly.
He glanced at his digital clock. He had about an hour before he had to meet Amaterasu in the Hall for their morning coffee. If he was lucky, Music Theory—the class he had before lunch break—would run late and he wouldn't have time to talk to Subaru. Unfortunately for him, Music Theory was one of the classes whose professor was obsessed about punctuality and ran life by the millisecond.
Fai sighed, picking up a pair of clothes that hung over the foot of his bed and walked to the bathroom. He locked the door and let the water run until the mirrors were completely fogged and the steam was visible. He carelessly tossed the Stone Island jacket, black shirt and jeans over the sink and stripped off his pajamas, revealing the body that every person—student or professor, man or woman—on campus dreamed about being with.
He was very careful whenever he was in the shower. He never focused on the silver taps on the shower walls or the shower head itself. If he could, he closed his eyes the entire time he was in those stonewalls. They'd had to call an ambulance the last time he'd stared at his reflection in that silver showerhead for too long—that was how it'd all started, wasn't it?
He was just stepping out of the shower when the insistent banging began. It sounded like fists hammering on the bathroom door—which, it most likely was. "Yes, Kuro-rinta?" Fai called smoothly, toweling his hair.
"You've been there for half an hour, Fluorite! Get the hell out! 'M gonna be fucking late for class!"
Fai raised an eyebrow at his reflection. This was a first. Normally his roommate would either be stuttering and kissing the ground he walked on, or completely silent and probably would've let Fai park a steamroller near their bedside table. Instead, Kurogane was screaming at the top of his lungs for Fai to remove himself from the bathroom—it'd only been half an hour. Fai took at least four times that amount.
"Of course you won't be late, Kuro-chan," Fai sang back. He heard a loud thump and a frustrated stream of obscenities, and the violinist could only laugh to himself. He finished drying himself, pulled on his clothes and unlocked the door.
For the second time since they'd met, Fai found himself once again pinned to the ground, underneath Kurogane's massive body. "You know, Kuro-rin, if this was what you wanted you could've just said so. But I do have a boyfriend, you know."
Kurogane scrambled to his feet, blushing supremely. "Fuck, you're gay? And what do you mean if this was what I wanted? I was trying to ram the door open and you just fucking unlock it."
"Yes, I suppose I am, and I don't think the dorm adviser will take kindly to broken doors, so waiting for me to unlock it would be the smarter idea." Fai patted his roommate brightly on the shoulder and breezed past him.
Fai smiled to himself, as he could practically hear Kurogane's eye twitching in the background. The musician picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder and took the route around the kitchen as to avoid being maimed in anyway—freshman or not, he was a marshal artist, after all. And it seemed like, where Fai's mere name got him clothes and technology that wouldn't be released until five years later for free, it wouldn't even get him out of a snapped neck in a situation where it concerned Kurogane.
At Akamizu, there was no such thing as a cafeteria or a mess hall. However, there was a small series of cafes beside the Hall that served coffee and biscotti and maybe muffins for breakfast, and paninis and soup for lunch—and a few of these cafes were open twenty-four/seven for those poor students who were forced to pull all-nighters with a laptop, eight textbooks, and a foot-high pile of brownies.
Indigo was the café that Amaterasu and Fai had always gotten and still go their traditional morning coffee from. Fai—being Fai—ate half a biscotti at best on good days, but there were no carbs for Amaterasu, as she had to look immaculate in her concert/gala/benefit dresses.
And today was no different. Amaterasu waved one hand in greeting when Fai arrived at the Hall, taking his seat in the small sacred eight-armchair cluster. They were usually the only ones their in the morning. A few sophomores had bid Fai good morning as he walked in, but otherwise than that everyone stayed clear of him. There was only so many times you were allowed to penetrate the Holy Bubble of Greatness that surrounded these eight—now seven—students.
"Do you have a roommate this year?" Fai asked the cellist, as she handed him the steaming Styrofoam cup of coffee.
She spread out the sheets of music on the little mahogany table and grimaced at him. "No, of course not. The people in the administrative office know that I always need to have my own room. Why, do you?"
"I do, actually." Fai sipped the hot liquid and then winced. It scalded his tongue. He set it down on the table.
Amaterasu snorted, adjusting her UGG-gloved hands and taking a small sip of her own coffee. "And? Who is he?"
"Kurogane You-ou," Fai said with relish, leaning forward to survey the piece Hikaru-sensei had apparently given them. "Freshman martial artist. Isn't this that Shostakovich waltz?"
"An athlete?" She seemed amused by this. "Your roommate this year is an athlete freshman? And yes, it is. Hikaru nearly made us do the Bach Double. Again."
"I like the Bach Double," Fai commented vaguely. He picked up one of the sheets of music. "Who transposed the second violin into cello?"
"I asked Yuui to. Speaking of which, he's angry that you picked a seven-minute piece for your first quarter solo. You know that the accompaniment is five pages for him?"
"La Folia is just variations of the same theme," he waved the matter away airily. "And he knows the song."
Amaterasu shrugged. "So what do you think, then? You've played this waltz before, right? It's only two pages."
"Fair enough. Tell Hikaru that I can do it—not that she ever expects anything less." Fai smiled, smoothing out the music sheets into his binder, and tucking it into his Bally.
"Of course she wouldn't," Amaterasu rolled her eyes. "You're Fai Fluorite. You'll murder this waltz—and send it to hell and back. Shostakovich should be cheering in his grave because it gets to be played by you."
"Awfully talkative today, aren't we?" There was a flurry of bells and Amaterasu extracted a Blackberry Pearl from her purse. She glanced at it briefly and then placed it back into the depths of her Bergdorf satchel.
"Tomoyo wants to borrow me for a fitting," she said, standing up. "Wednesday after lunch—rehearsal in east hall B at two." She held her dark hair in one hand and slipped into her signature Burberry coat with the other. "Hexagon at nine, don't forget. Kamui will kill you, if you do."
"I know the drill." Fai smiled, waving to her indifferently. She gave him a parting nod and click-clacked expertly out of the Hall on Jimmy Choo boots that went up to her black legging-ed knees.
He stood up not long after she left. He had his own classes to attend to.
As always, there wasn't much for Fai to pay attention to or work on during his morning classes—which were the standard ones for music majors. The ones that he actually thought worthwhile all took place after lunch…more towards the evening. His phone pinged more than five times in each class, and there had yet to be a professor that dared reprimand him.
He saw his brother a few times in between classes—Yuui was giving him the evil-eye for the five-page deal—but besides that, Fai usually didn't come into contact with any of the sacred seven until after lunch….or sometimes not even until the evening.
With a sigh, Fai headed down to the class Subaru was finishing up with at the moment. He'd said he would talk about it—he hadn't said anything about doing anything about it. No matter what they appeared like, Fai was thrice as strong as Subaru, and he wouldn't be persuaded into or out of anything without his consent.
Subaru was waiting in the empty classroom, sitting on the desk, twirling a pen in his hand. Fai dropped his bag on one of the chairs and faced the trumpeter. "What?" he said, attempting to contain the irritation in his voice.
Anxious dark eyes met hesitant blue ones. "We have to talk about it. Why don't you want to—"
"No," Fai said quickly. Why did it seem like everyone had to keep bringing it up? He didn't even want to hear the beginnings of it. He had to learn to forget it now, or he never would.
"You have to listen to me," Subaru whispered urgently, leaning in toward him. "We don't know where he is. The police aren't our enemies, Fai. For once in the time that I've known you, will you please just—"
"What good will the police do?" Fai covered his eyes with a hand, and threw his head back against the wall. "Do you hear yourself? We might be the elite, but so is he. It's our word against his."
Subaru came in so closely up to Fai, that Fai could see every grey fleck in the other young man's black eyes. "But we have evidence." Subaru's eyebrows went up in significance.
Fai's eyes widened in shock. He backed away—scrambled away. His head shook back and forth—'no'. He could feel his breathing escalate; he could feel it pick up speed and his chest heaved faster. "No. No. This is ridiculous. How….no….you can't…."
Now Subaru's tone was pleading. "Please, Fai. I need this. I want him done. Can't you just think of what it'd be like if we didn't have to—"
"How would you fucking know?" Fai murmured dangerously. "You aren't the one that has to….has to go through life with that!"
"What do you mean with 'that'? With what, Fai? Is there something you haven't told us? Because that's what Kamui and I think! The same thing happened to you and me. Equal. I was there so I would know." It was a rare occasion that Subaru actually snarled.
Fai stared. He shook his head to himself. "Okay. This is….this is just ridiculous. I'm done with this. I need to meet Tomoyo. I'll see you tonight….and just….just forget about it, Subaru. I'm not doing it."
As Fai exited the room, he heard Subaru's voice call out to him, "Ashura wants you to do it, you know. He agrees with this. They all do."
Fai closed his eyes and willed those words out of his head.
As promised, he began the long walk to the other side of campus for his finishing classes and for Tomoyo's new designs. Yuui was already there, his thumbs flying over the keyboard of his Samsung. He looked up at his twin. "There you are. Why did you choose La Folia of all pieces for your solo? We've got our work cut out for us as it is. Or at least, we mortal beings do."
Had this been anyone else saying something like that, Fai would've laughed it off. But this was his brother. "Amusing. I chose it because I did. And I know that accompaniment isn't going to take you any more than an hour to work out."
"Fine," Yuui tucked his phone into his back pocket and looked around the corner. "Where is she? She always screams at us for being late and the one time we aren't, she's the one that's—"
The brothers glanced at each other. Fai tilted his head. "That sounds sort of like—" He turned. "Oh. God."
Tomoyo was skipping towards them, her skirts flying behind her, and her hair trailing like silky black cloud. Coming up at her heels was a pile of pressed clothing with legs. Rather menacing, long legs. Fai stared at them. Those were the same sneakers that'd been near Kurogane's bed.
"You two are early," the young girl said, clasping her gloved hands.
"No," Fai smiled. "You're late."
"Who is that?" Yuui stared warningly at the walking pile of clothing. Tomoyo grinned and turned to it, slapping a tiny hand on the highest point of the person she could reach.
"This is Kurogane You-ou. I bumped into him earlier and he's just the person I need to carry my design samples with me. Not only that, he's the perfect size for my experimenting with men's wear. You two are bit on the thin side for the new style I'm testing out."
"Bitch, where can I put this stuff down? Why am I even carrying this load of shit for you?" the muffled voice came, clearly annoyed.
Yuui smiled devilishly. "You know, each piece of 'shit' you are currently holding could probably pay for the rest of your living expenses for life, were you to sell them."
"You've got to be fucking with me," Kurogane's muted, but incredulous, growl said. "Y'know, what the fuck, just—where do I put this stuff? If you don't tell me in one minute, I'm dropping all of it."
"In here," Tomoyo said sweetly, opening the door behind them.
"I've no fucking clue where I'm going, bitch, because I can't damn well see anything." Kurogane swung around violently, attempting to locate the doorway.
"It's this way, Kuro-rin," Fai sighed, putting his hands on the freshman's back and guiding him through the door. He could feel every wiry muscle beneath the martial artist's shirt and retracted his hands as though electrocuted the moment Kurogane was through the door. Fai felt his brother's eyes zero-ing in on him.
Tomoyo closed the door behind them. "There's a table a few feet away from you. Just go on for three more steps, turn left, and then just drop it."
Kurogane did as he was told and seemingly relinquished the clothes with a good-riddance expression on his face. He turned back to his audience and yelled, "Gah! There're two of them!"
Fai and Yuui laughed simultaneously—the peal of bells harmonizing with each other. Tomoyo giggled, folding her small arms around herself. "You didn't know your roommate had a twin?"
Kurogane scowled, and Yuui instantly stopped laughing. He glanced at Fai sharply and mouthed, "Roommate?" Fai furrowed his eyebrows.
Before Yuui could press the matter, Tomoyo had begun to cheerfully aggravate Kurogane and it was time the twins intervened before the little girl ended up squashed against the window—and plus, no one could aggravate better than the Fluorite brothers.
Tucked in against the backside of the Hall was a room with nothing but windows. There were windows covering every inch of the white-painted walls. The only parts that were actually wall were the small slivers in between—the parts that framed the glass. It'd be fitting that this was the sunroom.
Seishiro had showed it to all of them once last year, and amidst all that'd happened last year—what with the Thing—it'd become like a haven for the eight students. Now it was just the seven of them.
The room was completely empty, except for a single wicker sofa at the exact center of the ceramic tiles. Ashura was lying over it, a sketchpad and a pencil in his hands. Fai tossed his bag to the corner and sat on the ground, his head leaning against Ashura's calf. "Missed you."
"It's been hardly twelve hours," Fai laughed.
Ashura just smiled quietly. "Fukamo-sensei made me take a freshman under my wing. She's an artist, too—quite an amusing little girl."
"Who is it?"
"Mmm…Yuzuki something. I don't quite remember." Ashura's eyes returned to whatever he was drawing on the pad of paper—his pencil lightly tracing over some figure.
"Never heard of her," Fai said indifferently. "Is she on scholarship?"
"I'm pretty sure she is. Her clothes definitely say so."
"Ah." Fai closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "Have you been talking with Subaru? We talked today—turned into a bit of a….you know."
Ashura didn't respond right away. That confirmed Fai's suspicions. He felt Ashura's large, familiar hand touch his hair lightly. "Subaru isn't like you. He does actually want to press charges. Yuui and I are working on keeping him quiet until we can figure it out."
"And Kamui?"
"Kamui's a writer—he's a journalist. It's what he does best," Ashura sighed. "He's egging Subaru on. It'd be so much easier if we could just tell them, you know."
"No," Fai said immediately, his voice faint. "You can't. Neither you nor Yuui. He's my brother and you promised. You said you love me. They can't find out. No one can."
"They wouldn't abandon you if they knew."
"I can't have them knowing. I can't." Fai's voice veered dangerously close to becoming a sob. His hands tangled into his hair and he cast his eyes to the ground. The room was becoming blurry, and his entire body felt hot.
And then, cool hands were cupping his face, and soft lips were covering his. Fai sighed, releasing himself into Ashura's arms, against Ashura's body. "Shh…I know. They'll never know. I love you. I do." Ashura's voice soothed. Fai evened his breathing down and closed his eyes. Ashura kissed him again. And again. And….
Fai drew away sooner than he usually did. There was abruptly something off about the way Ashura kissed him. Or the way he kissed Ashura. But he disregarded it. It was just Fai himself. He was imagining things—it was just Subaru mentioning the Thing that got him troubled. He was fine. He was safe. He was with Ashura.
Weightless pale blond hair. Fair, luminescent skin. Ethereal light blue eyes. A thousand-dollar D&G suit—tie-less, of course. The perfect lithe body to wear it. The face of a god; the body of the purest of angels.
Fai turned away from the mirror, unsatisfied and not even knowing why. Why, every time he saw his reflection, why was he never sated? When would he be able to look at that face and actually be grateful? Girls would fall off a cliff to have his face, and men would commit murder to spend one night with his body.
The harsh voice interrupted his daily brooding session. "Y'look good."
Fai glanced at Kurogane from the corner of his eye and smiled. "Are you gay?" He smirked as the freshman's cheeks flamed red and Kurogane turned away quickly, shaking his head with a scowl.
"Where're you headed? There's class tomorrow."
"Of course there is. Tomorrow is Tuesday, Kuro-pii." Fai swung his arms into his coat, avoiding all contact with the mirrors that hung near the door of the dormitory.
"You aren't gonna tell me where you're going, are you? And it's Kurogane, damn it."
"Hexagon," Fai said finally, watching his roommate uncork a new bottle of beer. Kurogane wrinkled his nose, as if to say, "The hell is that?"
"It's a club," the violinist answered the unspoken query. "Popular with Akamizu upperclassmen. And the neighboring universities. A playground for the children of the elite, the newspapers call it."
"You guys all allowed to go there?" Kurogane leaned back against the wall, nursing the beer slowly.
Fai shrugged, smiling. "I know I am."
"Have you ever asked?"
"No."
"Then how'd you know?"
Fai lingered before closing the door behind him. "I'm Fai Fluorite, Kuro-rin."
It was with a relieved sigh that Fai took in the sight of the Sacreds. Kurogane really did ask too many questions for his liking, and Fai would much rather be with the people that didn't question every single little itty bitty tiny aspect of his actions.
They were lounging on a few sofas in the university lobby. The students surrounding them were watching in either wariness or awe—or a mixture of both. Most of the young men's eyes were latched on Amaterasu, while the young women had more of a choice—what with Yuui, Kamui, and Subaru.
Tomoyo was perched on the armchair of the one-seat her elder sister occupied, wearing one of her designs as usual—a deep violet baby doll that a girl her age probably shouldn't be wearing to a club like Hexagon. Amaterasu evidently chose a dress and shoes from her Holy Trinity of B's—Bendel's, Barney's, and Bergdorf's. Asymmetric and a color reminiscent to Kurogane's magnificent scarlet eyes, Fai distantly recalled Souma—one of Amaterasu's many underlings—going on about how it was over twelve-hundred in cost.
Wait. "Magnificent scarlet eyes"? Fai's throat went dry. He…was just comparing color. Why was that….that wasn't something….
Fai shook his head to himself, and let himself fall back into Ashura. Arms wrapped around him slowly, turning him round so that their lips could meet. They couldn't kiss to full satisfaction here, of course—PDA was unnecessary and unrefined with the elite—but tonight….it was always during the night with Ashura.
Fai drew away, appraising his brother, Subaru and Kamui, and Ashura himself—they were all dressed in either Prada or Ermenegildo Zegna (all of them, too, were tie-less, as the last time they'd dared to wear ties in Tomoyo's present, she'd pulled a spectacularly dramatic scene that'd caused bystanders to look at all the young men in the group suspiciously). Kamui, one hand in his pocket, straightened up from the chair and sighed at his Rolex—a journalist's best friend was sly timing. "The cars are here."
Amaterasu rolled her eyes. "The cars have been here. You just always make us wait until Hexagon is filled to the brim. The more people that arrive before us, the better the publicity, isn't that what you writers always say?"
"Writers is too general a term," Kamui retorted easily. "I'm a journalist. And that saying is what tabloid writers do—sleaze things up until we who actually practice the real art of writing true facts have to use toilet plungers to clear the way."
Ashura lifted his hand from Fai's hair. "Either way, we are always late for every party we go to. And Kamui is always the one in charge of organizing our arrivals."
"Better late than early," the writer said simply.
Tomoyo arched an eyebrow, smiling. "I thought it was the vice versa."
"No. You must've heard wrong," Yuui's sarcasm was clearly directed at Kamui, obliviously gazing at his Rolex and back out at the doors.
Fai noticed—between the entertaining banter and Ashura's hands—that Subaru was looking at him. Oh. No. No, that would be "too general a term". Subaru wasn't looking at Fai. Subaru was glaring at Fai—scowling at Fai, almost. Fai merely returned the animosity with a carefully blank expression. Once Subaru realized that this wouldn't benefit either of them—or anyone for that matter—Fai would speak to him again and actually incorporate emotion into the stares he sent at him.
Subaru wasn't the only one looking strangely at him, either. Yuui's gaze, however, was far more difficult to decipher. Despite them being twins, last year had put a large rift between them. And the bridge they were trying to build to cross it wasn't going so well. Fai could only guess that there was something his brother wasn't telling him—not that he himself could talk about being honest.
But then again, this was Akamizu, and they were Sacreds. Secrets, gossip, and rumors were part of campus life—of student life. It might as well be advertised in the university catalogues. Sacreds, especially—their lives were pasted on all over text messages and blogs, emails and IMs. The minute Fai and Ashura had even flirted (once)—Fai's sexuality was suddenly the question of the millennium.
The second they'd kissed in public (once) pictures of them together could be found on every cell phone in Akamizu and the neighboring colleges, as Akamizu was located in a long, scenic drive with plenty of trees framing each historic elite university….and not just the students' cell phones either.
It wasn't any different with Subaru and Seishiro, and neither was it any calmer when a hetero couple appeared—even if only for about a week: Amaterasu and Kamui.
If the Thing had gotten out to anyone that wasn't a Sacred, they'd never have heard the end of it. The police would be investigating every student and professor in Akamizu—and the other universities—and Fai wouldn't have another peaceful moment in his life. Literally. These things followed you around on your resumes and they never backed off.
Kamui sighed. "We really should get going." Simultaneously, they all rose slowly—and gracefully—to their feet. Ashura looked significantly to Fai, eyebrows raised, but Yuui had wrapped his hand around Fai's wrist. Fai shook his head at Ashura. His brother needed to talk to him. Ashura gave him a long look before following the others towards the parade of Lincoln Town cars.
"What is it?" Fai couldn't keep the slight annoyance out of his voice.
Yuui smiled brightly. "What made you think that I had anything serious to say to you? After all, we're all trying our best to forget about the Thing right."
"It'd be nice if you cut back on the sarcasm once in a while."
"It'd be nice if you were honest with yourself once in a while. Maybe we can forget it, but you can't. You know you can't. Why won't you tell the police? They could use the evidence you have."
Fai couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe this. His own brother? First Subaru, then Ashura, and now Yuui? Fai didn't think he could handle all of the Sacreds ganging up on him about this. All they had to do was persuade Tomoyo to join them and he might as well kick the bucket. "No," Fai said incredulously.
"No?" Yuui repeated, his tone mirroring his twin's.
Fai stared. "Do you….what would you do were you in place?"
"I'd go to the police like I should," Yuui said stoically. "Or at least I'd give them the evidence I had and ask that they keep me as an anonymous source. I certainly have the money and connections to assure silence from them. You do, too. Probably more than I do."
"This….isn't….about—"
"Yes." His twin smiled angelically—lethally. "You're absolutely right, Fai. This isn't about scandals spreading and tarnishing your future prospects—because every orchestra in the world would massacre an entire country just to have you, even if they found out you were really a great woolly mammoth. No, this is about the fact that you're lying to yourself. You don't want to face reality. You don't want to look back, because you're afraid of what you'll find."
"I'm not afraid," Fai lied pathetically. "You aren't me. How would you know if I was lying to myself?" Superb, he thought, I've just practically admitted that he's right.
"I'm your brother—your twin. Why wouldn't I know?" Yuui's voice was almost mocking—just another proof how they were direct opposites, no matter how identical in appearance. But not that different, as his brother's voice became far gentler. "Why won't you go back, Fai? It wasn't that terrible—"
"It was awful." It came out in no more than a whisper.
"But what about me, didn't I…?"
"I did it for you. He made me. I didn't have a choice."
"And if you did….?"
Fai looked into his brother's eyes and submitted. "I'd do it all over again if it meant saving you. I got to keep you and he got…." Fai closed his eyes and swallowed deeply. He couldn't throw up. He couldn't. Not now.
Yuui touched his arm, concerned. "I'm sorry. If I hadn't been—"
"Don't. Don't say it. You'll make it worse. I don't regret it. I just….I want to go forward. I don't want to look back."
Fai hoped that that statement would satisfy Yuui, but his brother only looked that much sadder. "Fai…you can't go forward if there's something holding you back."
A/N: How was this one? It's pretty long--twelve pages on Word, twenty-four when double spaced, and about 5,000 words......I have a considerable amount of reviews after only the first chapter. Keep reviewing!! And it may be a ltitle early, but it'd amuse me to see what any of you think Fai's "past" is. I'll give you a hint.....hmmm.....nope, I actually can't. I'm not good at hints, but I am good at spoilers, but I swore to myself that this fic, I shall not spoileth the storyeth. But for those of you who know me at FP, you know that the songs I listen to are what I turn to for scene inspirations. There wasn't really a song for any of the scenes in this chapter, but whenever there is, I'll mention it at the end of said chapter.
