Disclaimer: -Looks around the room- Between you and me . . . I . . . DON'T OWN FULL METAL ALCHEMIST! Psyche! -Does a happy dance-
Note: KYAA! This story is starting to get the attention, I think, it deserves! THANK YOU ALL! Sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger like that but that's just what I do to make you come back! Sorry for its lateness too . . . the chapter I mean. I've been uber busy this story and my Naruto Fic; My Little Fox and I promise to try harder to get chapters to you faster next time! Forgive me!
Chapter Four: Beyond A Nightmare
The night was barely young, the moon at it's fullest, but a certain Colonel had no desires to even glance at the beautiful scene. He had been driving for the past hour, trying to get his thoughts set straight, and the words, "I hate you" to stop floating around in his mind. Roy's expression had converted between angry, aggravated, irritated, and depressed within the time he left the parking garage to the present, though the first three didn't cause much change between themselves.
"Damn him . . . all I did was make sure he was awake! How does he turn it around like that and make it my fault!" Roy yelled at his car, his voice echoing softly in the empty space. The image of Edward kept popping up in his head, eating away at him like a plague, just causing his anger to rise further. He found himself driving past the park he and the blonde had been at when it happened, causing him to come to a halt in hopes the small alchemist was there. But all there was was an empty feeling filling the pit of the Colonel's stomach.
The raven haired man stepped out of his car, walking to the swing set, and took a seat in the swing Ed had been on. He gently pushed himself back and forward with one foot, staring at the sky.
"I suppose . . . he really does hate me now doesn't he?" he asked the night sky, finally taking the time to absorb its beauty. "It wouldn't be the first time though, and he always came crawling back . . . but. AH! DAMN IT!"
Roy sprung to his feet and stomped off into the direction that Edward had gone off into in hopes he'd find the blonde, though, what'd he'd say was beyond him.
A small flash of light pulled Edward from his land of darkness, bringing him to the sight of a dimly lit room. His golden eyes fell on the lamp that swung loosely above him, causing his body to jerk upwards, and grasp his lower neck in pain.
"Ah . . . that's right. . ." The blonde spoke to the empty room," I was fighting Ryan off . . . and then I remember him inserting something in me. Looks like it's warn off. Though-" He examined the room for the third time,"-where's my captor?"
As if by cue, the raven haired man opened the door slowly, skulked inside, and let the door shut its self behind him. He ignored the fact that Ed had awoken, placing a brown paper bag on the table near the bed, until he glanced over at him and smirked, "So, sleeping beauty is awake is he? Good . . . good."
The blonde pushed himself away from Ryan's form, nearly falling off the bed, with a surge of hatred and fear running through his veins. Ryan's dark optics watched him intently, a wicked smile escaping his lips.
"Don't fret my pet, it'll be over before you know it, but I'll make sure you don't forget either." The older man said playfully, kneeling onto the bedside and approaching Edward in a manner that would suggest an animal hunting its prey.
The blonde's heart began to race, this time falling off the bed, as he scooted farther away. Ed thought quickly and threw his hands up, thrusting them towards each other, but stopped right as they were about to hit. "W-What the-"
"It's my venom . . . you didn't think I'd actually let you wonder freely without some kind of binding? HA! You fool!" Ryan interrupted quickly, dragging the blonde back onto the bed.
"G-GET AWAY FROM ME!" Ed screamed, feeling his body fall under the man's control, and shake violently underneath Ryan's.
As if he had tied strings to the blonde's arms and legs, licking his lips, he forced Edward to hold his arms (making sure to keep his hands away from each other) above his head and spread his legs widely. Tears threatened to fall as he watched Ryan begin at his collar bone, having stripped him of his shirt at the library. His breath quickened when he felt the other man's hand slowly slip down his abdomen, breaching his belt, and into his pants, caressing his shaft gently. Without control, hot tears poured from the boy's eyes, hate filling his entire expression.
"STOP IT! D-DON'T. . ." Edward cried pausing when a surge of heat filled his body, causing him to shudder underneath the other mans touch.
The blonde felt helpless, unlike anything he ever experienced in his entire life. Even when he had been chased by "Barry The Chopper", he at least had the power to run away, but this was a silent torture . . . beyond the countless nightmares he's had in the past; this was something he couldn't just wake up from and shake off . . . it was reality. Trying to forget his situation, Ed searched through his thoughts and found that the only thing that could come to mind, in all his desperation, was the Colonels face, and the way he had announced that he hated him. Ed didn't hate him, not even close; sure, he pissed him off a numerous amount of times, but there was a quality to Roy that made Ed want to put it all behind him and smile up at him, true happiness in his desired expression.
Unconsciously he whispered, "M-Mustang. . ." blushing tenderly at hearing the Colonel's name come from his mouth, even if it only was his last name.
Ryan came to a striking halt; lifting his body completely off the small alchemist and taking a few steps away from the bed, a look of pure horror plastered to his face. Edward regained his bearings and sat up, looking at Ryan with a blank stare.
"W-What did . . . you just say?" The older man asked, sounded absolutely mortified.
Without an answer, or a second though, Edward immediately clapped his hands together and broke a hole in the apartment's wall, grabbing his jacket and jumping out.
The raven haired man didn't notice the blondes disappearance, nor did he seem to care much for it; at the mention of Mustang's name, something clicked inside Ryan, something that threatened him deeply and he had no idea what it was. "What the hell . . . is happening? I-I let him get away. . ." That was the last thing Ryan said before leaving the apartment to find another place worthy of sleeping in.
Breathing so hard that he could barely breathe, Edward ran as fast as he could, with no intentions of stopping. The alchemist was panicking, taking a left into an empty alley way, his body stopping him before he could continue. Leaning against a musty, dirt covered wall, he looked himself over as he slid downward, a thought of how disgusting he felt causing tears to once again threaten his eyes. He wiped his face roughly, riding himself of such weak behavior, getting his brain to at last work.
I . . . I was almost raped! By Ryan . . . RYAN! I thought I could trust him, and with my life at that! He-He seemed like a completely different person tonight . . . like something changed him? I don't know . . . maybe I was just too trusting and that-that person I helped at the library was the real him. How could I have been so stupid!
The blonde came to a sudden realization, "So then . . . at Creed's hideout . . . he was really in with him the entire time? Sacrificing his grandparents! Oh . . . God!" Without anymore will to hold it back, pulling his knees to his chest tightly, his tears poured over and his sobs were like cries of pain; loud and filled with the sounds of regret. Ed shoved his face into his "normal" hand, feeling it become soaked and warm against his flustered skin.
Edward's attention was brought to the soft tap of heels against the ground, which became louder as they got closer. When he looked up he saw Dark brown eyes staring down at him in a confused manner. Without really taking notice as to who it was, Edward flung his body in the opposite direction and tried to get his feet to carry him, but fell on his face reluctantly. Turning his body over, he scooted himself further away with his dirtied palms, watching in horror as the form slowly, and cautiously closed the distance between them.
"G-GET AWAY! DON'T T-TOUCH ME!" Full Metal screamed, his voice shaking with the rest of him.
Suddenly the shadowed figure stopped, coming into the light, and said, "Do . . . do you really hate me that much?"
The voice was familiar, deep and cold, but surprising filled with remorse. The blonde finally took the time to see as to who was speaking to him and gasped, feeling relieved, yet guilty all at the same time, "C-Colonel . . . is that . . . really you?" he asked, calm filling his body as much as he could in his condition.
Roy walked closer to the small alchemist, kneeling down to examine him thoroughly, "What in the world happened? Did you get into a fight?" he asked, taking hold of one of the blonde's shoulders tenderly.
The boy thought for a moment; was he really going to tell him what happened? That he was almost raped! It was a decision that would haunt him for a long time either way, so he took the safe route and lied.
"Y-Ya. Some street thugs didn't like that I was with the military and tried to "beat" the choice out of me. I kicked their asses though, so nothing to worry about! Heh . . . heh . . . ." His voice faded as he went on, trying as best he could to keep himself in tact in front of his boss.
The Colonel knew that something about the way the blonde was carrying himself was wrong, but he could tell that it obviously wasn't something Ed wanted to discuss; especially with him. Sighing to himself, and helping Full Metal to his feet, he said flatly, "I'll take you home. Follow me."
The blonde had no intent of arguing and followed obediently, picking up his torn clothing quickly as to hide any signs to what really happened. When they reached the park, Ed glanced at the swing set and thought, once again, about what he had said to the Colonel, causing him to feel guilty and say in a small voice, "I-I'm sorry, about what I said. I didn't mean it. I just-"
"I know . . ." interrupted Mustang, glancing back at the blonde with a small but comforting smile. Edward smiled back, though his brows curved upward, and glanced ahead of Roy to his car.
"You weren't parked here last time. What were you up to?" Ed asked, feeling his body fall under a great amount of ease.
"All because of you I couldn't just go home, so I drove around this area looking for you. I figured I could cover more ground on foot and parked here, realizing it was the best place to start my search since this is were you ran off from. Eventually, after going to the main office, in through the entire premises of the cafeteria, and a detour around the library, which looked like Major Sheska had been there-" Upon hearing the library mentioned, Ed felt a chill run up his spine "-I finally decided to hit the streets, finding you after about an hour of looking under every rock and any other small place you might have crawled. Which brings me to my next question . . . " Mustang pulled his car off to the side, not far from Edward and Al's apartment, and looked directly into the boy's golden eyes.
"Where were you this whole time? You couldn't have been fighting the entire period I was looking for you, with my knowledge of you performance capability, and factoring in your mood when you ran off." Roy said sternly, pulling his face closer to Ed's as if to goad him on. Full Metal stared blankly at Mustang, being at a total loss for words, finding his voice again when he lied, "I was just walking about . . . nothing special." Having said that, he averted his eyes only to make it obvious of his treachery.
Roy sat back in his seat and let out a breath he had been holding, turning the key to start the ignition of the car once again. The short drive to the front of the blonde's building was met with a heavy atmosphere, making it also a silent trip.
When Roy came to a stop he quickly mentioned, before Edward even opened the door, "When you want to tell me what's really going on, I'll listen." and with that, the small alchemist stepped out of the car and trudged all the way to his apartment door, knocking on it fairly roughly.
Behind the large board of wood, he heard monstrous footsteps race towards him, causing him to rapidly throw on his red jacket to hide his cuts and bruises, which he himself hadn't even noticed until that moment. Alphonse's armored head peeked around the door, throwing it open when he saw that it was his brother.
"NII-SAN! You're out!" Al yelled happily, dragging his brother inside, and wrapping Ed in a passionate hug.
By "out" Edward assumed that he meant out of the hospital, and decided that it'd be best to go with that. His younger brother pulled Ed's small body away for a moment, looking him over, and asked, "Did you get into a fight? Your clothes are all ripped and stuff. . ."
The blonde thought quickly and said, "Uh . . . about that. The doctors wanted to give me a shot before I left, it was procedure, and I think you can guess the rest?" He smiled when he heard his younger brother's laugh echo throughout his empty body, letting his grip of Ed's small shoulders go.
"That's just like you Nii-san! If you go wash up I'll warm up something for you to eat!" Alphonse replied joyfully, practically skipping to the small kitchen; he pulled out a frozen meal that looked like it had been prepared days ago, wrapped and everything, making Ed realize how much his brother had wanted his company.
Grinning to himself, he did as Al told him to do and walked into the bathroom, stripped himself of his ruined clothing, and waited for the water to warm up before getting in the shower. As he stood there, completely nude, his lightly touched his skin with a look of hate and disgust.
"I can still feel that guy's hands on me . . . I hate it." Edward whispered to himself, clenching his fist slowly, causing his finger nails to dig within the surface of his skin and let his blood flow out freely. The water had finally warmed up, and the blonde stepped in, getting the wash cloth and immediately scrubbing his body from head to toe as hard as he could; his skin turning red at the touch. When he stopped, he felt an immense burning cover him, but it did not change Edward's mind about staying under the showers hot water. The boy ran his fingers over his self-made injury, wincing as he came into contact with it. "Maybe that wasn't a good idea . . . heh."
Edward was pulled out of his thoughts when his younger brother's voice called from the other side of the door, "Nii-san! Your dinner's ready and waiting for you!"
The cheerful tone that lay within his brother's voice was like a melody sung by an angel; making him finally feel comfortable for the first time that night. "I'll be right out!" he called in response, thinking, Maybe I could tell Al . . . he'd accept me, despite how dirty I am.
At that, Ed nodded to his reflection in the mirror, having gotten out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel. When he stepped out of the bathroom, releasing all the steam that had collected in the confined space, he saw his younger brother sprawled out on the couch, Ed's prepared food on the table in front of him, and the T.V. on a channel about mechanics. The scene made Edward feel at home; he walked over to the same couch Al was on, in just a towel, and plopped down next to him, taking his food into his lap and biting down on a small portion.
"T-This is delicious!" Ed said sounding obviously pleased about the taste.
Al smiled with his eyes down at his brother, dragged away when he heard Winry's name come from the T.V. screen.
"Here we are, in the serene town that houses the not-so-well-known mechanic, Winry Rockbell; in hopes to have a few words with the young lady about her methods on going about making her automail. As I would expect of most of you viewers to not know who this fine women is, it is rumored that she is the creator of the automail limbs that belong to the one and only Edward Elric, or, The Full Metal Alchemist as you would better know him as. I am also here to find the basis off such a rumor, and to see if it is true! OH, here is it!" Edward and Al watched in disbelief as the man knocked on the Rockbell's door, having never thought that Winry would be on T.V., and also knew it would only make the girl's ego larger.
"Hello? Ms. Rockbell? I'm from The World of Mechanics show and I'd like to ask you a few questions! Hello?" The host continued, rapping on the dark wood surface in a polite fashion.
With what sounded like a stampede from inside the house Winry's blonde head emerged from a crack in the door. With the day light that lit the sky in the program, it was obvious that it had been recorded earlier, and also by the way Winry was dressed (Reddish-Pink bandana, Short black T-shirt, and baggy pants with a sweater tied around her waist), she was in her "mid-day build-a-thon". The girl's eyes were sparkling as she spoke into the microphone, about her process in creating her automail parts and how it was true she built Edward's with help of Pinako, etc. Ed looked up at his brother to comment on how this would probably come back at them someday, but kept his mouth shut when he saw the loved filled way Al was looking at the screen, exposing his feelings loud and clear.
Ever since the two of them had started their journey, it was hard to find times of peace, but for his younger brother to still feel love, even in the state he was in, gave Edward a feeling of happiness beyond anything the world could throw at him. Patting his brother on the shoulder, the blonde stood up, having quickly finished his meal, despite his disbelief, and walked to the bedroom door, saying, "I'm gonna get dressed and hit the sack! Stay up as much as you want." Al nodded, his eyes still plastered to the screen, and Ed left the room, closing the door behind him and leaned against it, sighing.
"That goof . . . he should just confess his feelings before she runs off with some second rate mechanic." He said to himself, letting his towel fall to his feet, grabbing a pair of boxer shorts and throwing them on, hopping into bed. Throwing his hands behind his head to support himself, he stared blankly up at the ceiling.
"If I go to sleep . . . will I have that damn dream again?" he asked the empty space of the bedroom, receiving no answer. Ed sighed and turned over, his automail arm acting as an uncomfortable pillow, while his other arm drew a constant circle in the bed sheet. Watching his own hand was hypnotic, slowly forcing his eyes shut and his body asleep.
The room he saw this time was completely different from anyone of his dreams; large in size and covered in expensive decorations, including a veil that hung over the bed fashionably. Ed looked left and right excitedly, expecting a harem of women to come at him or a bunch or servants to wait on him hand and foot, but saw nothing. Stepping off the large bed, its sheets silky and a beautiful shade of dark blue, he pulled the veil out of his way and walked amongst the room. There were pictures on some shelves but none of them showed the faces of the people clearly, and the only door was on the other side of the room from where Ed stood. He found a window in the middle of the room, standing almost from the floor to the ceiling, its view gorgeously filled with the most astounding sunset Edward could say he ever saw. As he stared out at the memorizing scene, he hadn't noticed a tall figure enter the room, dressed in a long white robe, with two glasses of some kind of red liquid filling them half way.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" asked the man, his voice sounding like an echo and as quiet as a whisper, but as clear as day all at the same time.
The blonde spun around, placing a hand over his heart as if to keep it from leaping out. "Y-Ya . . . its wonderful!" he replied, noticing that he felt no need or want to escape the room, or the man's sight.
The mysterious man closed the distance between them and leaned against the windowsill next to Ed, holding out a glass saying, "Here."
The small alchemist took the glass and nodded in thanks, looking into the man's face, which was blurred out just like the pictures that laid rest in the room. He felt slightly disappointed, but relieved that the man didn't have the usual features, knowing that it'd only turn this lovely dream into a nightmare. The two of them began to talk, laughing at each other's jokes, and agreeing on certain subjects, even disagreeing from time to time; it was unlike anything Edward would have expected to come out of a dream, or at least the ones he had been having lately, it was relaxing. Finishing his glass of red wine, he felt the man grasp his wrist lightly, happily dragging him to the door that he had entered in through, and stopped right before opening it.
"I have a surprise for you . . . My pet." The man said; a smile etching across his face that made Edward cringe. As the taller figure began to open the door, Edward watched as his surroundings, having been white and beautiful, turn into a black, dead like room. His head jerked in the man's direction when he called Ed's name, letting his eyes fall on a sight that was, as Edward could only put it, beyond a nightmare. . .
The picture before him made Ed sick to his stomach, causing him to cover his mouth in attempts to keep him self together. Everyone he knew and loved was right there, in front of him, but laid out in a dreadful manner as each one of them was dead, and not in simple minded ways either, but horrid samples of hatred and pure death. The most frightening part was the fact that they were all staring at him, eyes wide and filled with crimson tears falling either up or down their faces, depending on the way they were laying. Edward stepped back, horrified, turning around in search for the door, only to find that it had become the same darkness the room before it had. The blonde desperately looked at the other man and asked, his voice shaking terribly, "H-How could you s-show me t-this! Why-why did you kill them!"
A smile as large as a fox's grin spread across the other mans mouth, his voice now clear and familiar as he spoke, "I wanted to show you what will happen for disobeying me, every little detail of my future efforts displayed before you in a wonderful scene. You can call it a warning, but I prefer to refer to it as a prediction." Edward stared at the man, complete hatred and fear mixed into his expression, only to be pulled away from his glare when he heard Al's voice call him from behind.
The small alchemist turned around, surprised when he saw his younger brother in a human's body, and Al's own at that. It was, as he put it, bitter sweet that the man he suspected to be Ryan predicted Al's death in his human body, bringing what little of a smile to Ed's face as it could. Alphonse's larger hand reached out for his older brother, smiling with lips stained with blood when he felt his older brother's touch against his skin.
"A-Al . . . you're back to n-normal. That's . . . wonderful . . . so why are you-" he began, looking beyond his body to see himself staring back at him, a knife tightly gripped in the other Edward's hand that dripped of Al's blood. Ed nervously looked at his brothers back and saw what he suspected, a wound the same width and diameter of the knife his "other self" held.
"N-Nii-san . . . I'll get . . . your arm and leg back . . . I . . . I promise . . ." Al's young voice faded as he spoke, his eyes closing with the sight of his brother reflecting from them, his bigger body falling limp in Edward's arms. Edward couldn't take it, for such a thing to happen, it was absolutely horrible; and the blonde just couldn't take it. He woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, tears stinging his eyes as a sign that he had been crying for hours. Al came running into his into the bedroom, panic striking all his features as he asked, sounding rushed, "W-What's wrong Nii-san! Are you hurt!"
The small alchemist slowly sat up, using his bed sheets as a tissue and wiped his face of his tears, only to find that they wouldn't stop. His younger brother walked up to his side, kneeing besides him and looking down at him worriedly. Ed glanced at his brother, forcing more droplets to pour out of his eyes as he flung himself forward and hugged Al as tight as he could. Before Al could say anything, the older of the two said, sounding stressed, "THANK GOD! You're alive!"
The large armored boy took a hint and patted his brother's back comfortingly, saying, "That's right . . . and it's going to stay that way as long as you're with me Nii-san!"
Ed couldn't help but smile, resting his much smaller body against Al's, and concentrating on how much he loved his brother in hopes to rid himself of the images of the dream.
The day, having started out horribly, turned out to a bright, beautiful day. Despite the gorgeous view, Edward felt like he had been without sleep for a year and trudged amongst the halls of Central, making other soldiers avoid him with all their power to bypass injury. When he came to the Colonel's door, he could only find the power to stare at it as if he had telepathic powers, until he figured he might as well get it over with. When he stepped inside the first thing he heard was Hawkeye's voice echoing throughout the room in a rage, saying something Edward didn't quite get. When his presence was found out, the woman threw one last glare at Roy and sped out of the room, finding the time to bow in respect at Edward before leaving.
The blonde wanted to ask what that was about, but decided it was that he not when he saw the angry expression on the Colonel's face. He jumped when his golden eyes made contact with Mustang's and saw that he was motioning him to approach the desk. Closing the door behind him, Edward slowly walked up to be only a few feet away from the Colonel, and stopped, waiting for the news of the day. Roy heaved a large sigh, ridding himself of his anger, and found a pleasant aura about Ed's presence.
"You're in luck today! There's nothing that the Fuhrer has sent me to give you, so you can take the day off." Roy said; his tone actually somewhat pleasant.
Ed stared at the Colonel, not sure whether he was happy or not having nothing to occupy himself with, ultimately deciding he was kind of disappointed.
Mustang noticed the sad look that came from his news and asked bluntly, "What wrong with you? I thought you'd be happy?"
Full Metal jumped, raising his head from staring at his feet and said, "I-I am . . . it's just that I kind of wanted to get out and do something. I've been cooped up to long and I was actually looking forward to getting back to work."
This surprised the Colonel greatly, causing a smug smirk to escape his lips, "Well . . . I have an alternative if you're willing to take it?"
The blonde smiled, having heard the first good news of the day, besides discovering Al was still alive. "W-What is it?" he asked, sounding excited.
A sparkle shined in the Colonel's eyes as he lifted a foot to rest on his a desk, his thumb pointing at himself, and responded, "Go on a mission with me! I leave today!"
"W-With . . . you?" Edward questioned, unsure he heard right, "What kind of mission is it?"
"It's a search and rescue. Some refugee's have gotten into bullying the Ishbal people for their religious beliefs, and a large chunk of them have been kidnapped. I'm being sent out to take out the refugee's and relocate the Eswar people so that they can continue everyday life." Mustang responded, his tone serious as he took seat in his leather chair once more.
Edward blinked, "Wait . . . the military is helping the Ishbal people? I thought that the whole massacre was caused by us, so why-"
"Call it redemption, atonement, whatever you want, but some of us actually have sympathy for those people and would like things to change." Roy interrupted, averting his eyes when he remembered his order to shoot the doctor couple, Mr. and Mrs. Rockbell.
Full Metal grinned, "Well . . . it's not what I was expecting but it sure as hell is something! I'll take it! When do I need to be ready by?"
Roy grinned back, having felt delight with his new company, "1:00Pm. Be at the station and don't be late!"
With his hand in a salute to his forehead, Edward nodded and walked towards the door, coming to a halt when he saw a picture of the Colonel and another man sitting on the surface of the desk that lay in the middle of the room. Roy noticed his stare and said, "That's me and my younger brother . . . he's dead now, but he was a great man . . . What's wrong?" he asked at the end, newly aware of the blonde's trembling.
The blonde took a step back, tripping over his own shoe and landed on his butt, pointing at the picture with a shaking hand, "T-That's . . . it's him!"
Mustang walked from his desk to Edward's side, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder when it was swatted away by Ed, "What's wrong with you! Who's 'him' ?" he asked, feeling confusion fill his expression.
The blonde didn't take his eyes off the picture, feeling slightly stupid for never noticing it before, and replied, "T-That's the man that-that was helping Alchemist Creed out! THAT'S RYAN STRATUS!" he yelled, wincing in pain when he felt the Colonel's fist slam into his cheek.
"W-What the hell are you talking about! He's dead remember! I JUST TOLD YOU! Get out of here and be at the station at 1!" Roy said angrily, forcing Full Metal out of his office, walking back to his desk and sitting down, rubbing his temple with a gloved finger. His dark eyes fell onto the picture, making him grunt, and take in the essence of the other man besides him in the picture.
"There's no way he could be alive! He died right in front of me! So then why would Full Metal say that? Jeez . . . the world is just aiming to piss me off today. First Hawkeye and her out-of-the-blue confession of her love for me, then that." His dark brown octals became slits, "I hope "that's" not the results of my mother's mistake . . ." he whispered to himself, standing up, staring at his hands for a moment, and walking out of his office to prepare for departure.
After Talk!
Ugh. . .That was A LOT to write, and at 4:05AM too. . .YOU'D BETTER LOVE ME FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF MY BEAUTY SLEEP TO PROVIDE! -Head hits the computer desk but somehow she's still alive- I'm SOOO sorry that this chapter took so god damn long to post after I promised to post faster, but I'm so busy now a days with the reached school year approaching and preparations having to be made . . . God I hate the education system, any who, I hope you enjoyed reading this chappy and review my superb work.
By The Way, about the name of the religious people from the series, I had to work with a translation that subtitled all the words with the Japanese way (For example, Edward was Eduwardo if you catch my drift) and I was just guessing on how it was really spelt so if you know what it really is I'd be happy to hear it and fix it if I was wrong! I will now travel to the land of Pocky and hot men . . . goodnight! -dies-