Sahxyel: (grins) This is my fourth drabble! The supernatural setting due to ghosts and really weird flashbacks involving the past. Like really weird flashbacks. For everyone's information, it is a Demyx and Marluxia friendship and seems to focus on Demyx, but it doesn't. Just don't ask.

Danny: (eats Mike and Ikes) Well Sahxyel, giving consideration to the other reviewers, you had a three-way tie for the next chapter. But, I reluctantly accept your choice.

Random Moogle: Danny's nice? The world is truly ending! Or maybe it's the candy...

Disclaimer Guy: Well, we've got nothing.

Repercussions or Concussions?

"Idiot."

Demyx sighed, his hands were jammed into his pockets of his black Organization cloak. He walked slowly and purposefully through Castle Oblivion, stealing glances at the various empty and desolate rooms that filled the second base of the Organization.

Only a few days prior and it was full of action. Now, it was just an empty Castle with no purpose.

He passed a vase that was standing by a doorway, with an exotic blue flower coming from the gaping mouth of the vase.

Demyx was running away...again.

"Come on Demyx! I'm not going to hurt ya!" Axel's voice said from somewhere behind the Melodious Nocturne. He still refused to stop, racing down the hallway towards Proof of Existence. Running at full speed, Demyx picked ANY of the eleven members' rooms, running inside the closest to the doorway.

He found himself in a beautiful garden, roses and tiger lilies welcome him inside with beckoning scents. Demyx was fairly sure that was the reason Zexion avoided the newbie's room.

Whose room was it anyway?

"Must be that new guy's." Demyx muttered under his breath, marveling at the plants the filled the room. "How'd he get these to grow so fast?"

"Obviously you have never heard of the power of Flora." a voice said from behind. Demyx spun around to see the newest member glaring at him coldly. "Any reason you've decided to come and pester me?"

Demyx blinked, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car...or maybe even truck.

"Oh DEMYX!" Axel's voice brought the Melodious Nocturne back to his senses, who yelped involuntarily and jumped behind the new guy.

"Well, what do we have here?" Axel's voice came. "A garden? Hmm, how quaint."

"Number VIII right?" the new member asked, crossing his arms. Demyx couldn't see what Axel was doing, but it wasn't good.

"Yep. You Number XI?" Axel asked, he nodded. The smell of something burning suddenly filled Demyx's nostrils. The man suddenly jumped in shock, "Welcome to the Organization!" The sound of a portal being made came, following by the swishing sound of it disappearing.

Number XI swore loudly, and Demyx could see why. Axel had lit up a nearby plant and left in a hurry, leaving the fire to burn. The Melodious Nocturne frowned, that was rude, even for Axel! Quickly summoning his sitar, Demyx played a small note causing a large rain droplet the size of a pumpkin splash directly over the fire, putting it out.

"Sorry about that." Demyx apologized, allowing his sitar to disappear. The new member blinked, "Err...thanks?"

Demyx held out a hand, "Demyx, Number IX, The Melodious Nocturne." he said with a goofy grin. The new member raised an eyebrow before shaking Demyx's hand.

"Marluxia, Number XI, The Graceful Assassin."

Demyx blinked, where'd THAT come from? The day he formally met Marluxia, wow, was that really so long ago? He stared thoughtfully at the blue flower before continuing on, looking somewhat weirded out.

Ascending a staircase, Demyx came to the next floor where the sounds of tinkling glass could be heard. The floor was freezing in temperature, making him shudder from the cold. Demyx passed Xaldin, who was carrying a box of glass vials. Most of the vials still had potions in them, from the multi-colored to the palest gray. Number III didn't even acknowledge Demyx, walking past with his eyes fixed ahead.

Vexen's room had sciency stuff in it, making it look like a second lab. He supposedly never came from the basement of Castle Oblivion, due to issues with Marluxia firstly. Secondly was because the Chilly Academic liked the dark...and cold, which the basement totally fulfilled.

"Demyx, you should really learn to stand up for yourself."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to do it all the time!"

Sighing again, Demyx continued onward. It was going to be different now. Axel and Roxas had reigned supreme over Marluxia's garden as soon as they had the okay to destroy it. The chemistry before was that Demyx helped Marluxia protect his garden from Axel, in exchange for protection against both the pyro and later on his friend, the Key of Destiny.

Now Demyx was having a hard time trying to not get jumped by the two.

Continuing on, he went up another flight of stairs.

Marluxia was sitting in the kitchen of the Castle that Never Was, reading something at the table. Recently, the Graceful Assassin had been interested in books written by a man named William Shakespeare. Demyx was bouncing around like usual, watching the clock until it would read 5:00.

That was the only time he was allowed to play his sitar.

"Hey Mar! When are we going to get Axel and Roxas back for the roses incident?"

Marluxia's eye twitched, but he didn't put down the book. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'Mar'?"

Demyx looked thoughtful, "Fifty?" he tried. Marluxia just sighed, making Demyx grin, "Well, would you prefer 'Marly' instead?"

"Good point."

"So, how are you going to get back at them?"

Marluxia shrugged, "I already did."

"How did you-" Suddenly, Axel materialized into the kitchen. His hair was sopping wet, and the gel looked like it was losing the battle against gravity. Roxas came in a second later, smelling very pungent. Alot like a flower. Still not putting the book down, the Graceful Assassin smirked, "Axel, Roxas, how are you this FINE morning?"

"Can it." Axel growled. Roxas was glaring at Marluxia angrily. Demyx was trying his best not to suddenly laugh. Almost on cue, Zexion came into the kitchen. He looked to the four before leaving. "I don't want to know."

Zexion's floor. Nothing much to say. Really.

Demyx just kept heading upwards. Why were all of these memories coming? He reached Lexaeus' floor, but again continued upwards.

"I'm so weak." Demyx sighed, messing with his sitar's strings, which made a soft humming sound.

"No you're not, if you're able to hold off Axel for more than a minute then that has to qualify for something." Marluxia pointed out blandly, he was still reading that one book.

"But I can't BEAT anyone." the Melodious Nocturne lamented, "I just..." he abruptly stopped playing his sitar. "What if I'm the first to fade?"

"What?" Marluxia asked, sounding mildly surprised. He put his book down. "You won't fade first."

Demyx snorted, "How do you know that?"

"Well by judging Zexion, I'd say that he'd go before you." Demyx looked downcast, plucking the sitar stings in a mindless fashion. Marluxia frowned, wrong thing to say obviously.

"You don't have to let yourself fade." he suggested. "Just leave the battle before you get hurt too badly."

"Yeah, just for Xemnas to rip me out." Demyx grumbled. Marluxia sighed in exasperation before picking up his book again. Out of curiosity, Demyx looked at the title.

Julius Caesar.

"Who's Julius Caesar?"

Weird how fate can really screw things up.

Finally at the top floor, Demyx saw that the room had been waylaid with slightly dried out flower petals. A door to Marluxia's room was at the other end. The small petals looped in the air as Demyx walked across the floor. He reached to tug the door open, but it didn't budge.

Frowning, Demyx tried again, tugging the handle with more power. No luck, it was still shut tight. Rubbing his gloved hands together, Demyx made one last attempt to open the door.

His hands suddenly seemed to slip from the handles, sending Demyx downward to his surprise. Air rushed past him, and he painfully collided on the ground. Head first.

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"Oww." Demyx groaned, his head throbbed like crazy. He slowly sat up from the cold marble floor, rubbing the tender spot of his head carefully. "Stupid door." he grumbled.

"Idiot, couldn't seem to understand it was locked in the first place."

Demyx's head shot upwards, giving a rush of pain to his neck. "Mar!"

"Huh?"

Sure enough, Marluxia was standing off to the side of the room. But something seemed weird about him. Probably the transparency or the wispy gray color he seemed to be washed with. Not to say in the least that Marluxia looked surprised. "You can see me?" he asked.

Slowly, Demyx nodded. His eyes were wide, mouth hanging slightly open. Marluxia rubbed the back of his head, but still Demyx could see through him clearly. "Well, this is interesting."

Demyx stood from the floor, wincing as his head gave a mighty throb. They both stared at one another, judging by appearance.

"Why'd you do it?"

Marluxia looked startled, "What?"

The Melodious Nocturne blinked, looking serious for once in his existence. "Why'd you go against Superior?"

The Graceful Assassin shrugged, "It involves...something that I found out about him." he replied quietly. "Afterwards, I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him...hmm, maybe that's a bad analogy."

"But look what happened!" Demyx shouted, gesturing to Marluxia's pearly form. "You're like some sort of freaky ghost! Just because you got a power trip from being put in charge!"

"Wouldn't have mattered. All of the Organization will fall soon." Marluxia said bitterly, strolling over. His cloak rippled in some unseen wind. "Because of the incompetence of its leader."

Demyx glared at Marluxia, "We won't fade! At least we are still loyal, maybe that's what we needed. Loyalty."

The pale ghost-Marluxia snorted, "Xemnas' lies can only hold for so long."

Determinedly looking away, Demyx instead chose to glare at a wall. Marluxia just seemed to stand there, staring at the younger Nobody. After a while, Marluxia walked towards the locked door sliding through the wall effortlessly. Demyx scowled, "Fine!"

Taking a deep breath, Demyx tried to clear some things up. One, Marluxia was a ghost. Two, he could only see him. And three, he was here. Able to talk to him! Weird. But somewhere, Demyx didn't know where, but something remembered the feeling of happiness. The emotion was just as fresh as it was used before, the filling of it. However, the void in his chest ate the memory greedily, leaving the elation vanishing.

But still, he was happy for a second. A very short brief second.

"Nobodies can't feel Demyx." Marluxia sighed as Demyx started on another rant about emotions.

"Well, that something from our memories has to do something! I've felt it before." he grinned. "The memory just makes it fill, even for a second."

"Pfft." Marluxia disregarded the Melodious Nocturne, reading again.

Looking determined, Demyx marched up to the door to Marluxia's evermore-locked room. He rapped on it hard, then crossed his arms.

"What?" Marluxia's head appeared through the door, spooking Demyx instantly.

"Arrrgh!" he jumped back, wild eyed. "Don't DO that!"

Marluxia emerged from the room, "Well, what did you want me to do? Shout 'come on in'?"

Demyx cleared his throat, freeing himself from the shock of Marluxia suddenly popping out of a door like such. "You were wrong." he stated, before grinning widely. Marluxia gave Demyx the 'What-the-heck-are-you-talking-about?' look. "The emotion thing."

"That?" Marluxia questioned, before sighing, "Already told you, Nobodies don't-"

"But we have the memories." Demyx interrupted, "Sometimes, those can work just as well."

Marluxia looked away, contemplating what Demyx had said. After a minute, he smirked. "Whatever will get you through existence." he said. Demyx couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the remark.

"Just out of curiosity, Axel and Roxas had a blast inside my garden right?" Marluxia asked, he started to walk towards the stairs, with Demyx following. It seemed almost surreal to Demyx, who was looking straight at a vase that was on the opposite side of the Graceful Assassin. He nodded, which in turn made Marluxia frown. "All that wasted effort." he sighed.

"Well, it was nice when it lasted." Demyx pointed out. They reached the stairs, going down at a slow and purposeful pace.

"Interesting." Marluxia mused, smirking slightly. "Axel and Roxas, the inseparable duo. Devoid of feeling yet somehow got some form of pleasure from destroying my garden." He shook his head, the transparent locks of his hair fluttered around in an ethereal mist. "I don't know if I'd miss it or not."

It was Demyx's turn to look surprised. "What do you mean? I can see you, and you can go around, so why can't-"

"Only you've seen one of us. Should have seen how desperate Vexen was in stopping Xaldin. Of course, Number III just walked through him. We can only wander around, kind of." Marluxia shrugged again. "It's a weird combination of being a ghost and something else. Zexion and Vexen haven't decided it yet."

"So, all of you are stuck here?" Demyx asked, Marluxia nodded. "Well, umm, I could try and figure out-"

"Knowing your brain capacity, I forbid you to do that kind of thinking." Marluxia said, still continuing downward. Demyx frowned, "Hey!"

"Okay, the agenda for today?"

"One: Water garden."

"Uh-huh, we already did that."

"Two: Get back at Roxas for destroying your CD collection."

Demyx smirked, "That picture will be gold for years to come."

Marluxia nodded before continuing, "Three: Go and do our assignments from Xemnas before he kills us."

"Can't we just do that tomorrow?" Demyx asked in a whiny voice. Marluxia shook his head, "We've already put that off for a week."

"Aww."

Sighing despondently, Marluxia left Demyx to see where his scouting mission was going to take place. Leaving Demyx alone. In the hallway. By himself...

"Boo!" The Melodious Nocturne jumped, someone had grabbed him by the neck, holding him off the ground. A gloved hand appeared in front of his face, open as if expectantly.

"The picture Demyx."

Aww man.

Reaching into his pocket, Demyx withdrew a picture with Roxas on it, sleeping with a small brown teddy bear with a burn on the ear. The picture was immediately snatched away, and both raced off leaving Demyx coughing on the ground.

Wow, they sure knew when he was alone. Creepy.

It was certainly worse now at the Castle that Never Was. Incessant torture, and the sudden extreme jumpiness of Number IX. He always thought that either Axel or Roxas (possibly both) were sneaking up on him. They didn't try that kind of stunt when Marluxia was around though. Something about decapitation or having to do with pain and a pink scythe.

He had to admit when both Axel and Marluxia were gone it was interesting with just Roxas there. One prank lead to another which lead to an 'accidental' double-prank on Number VII.The two never used glue and feathers again. Never.

Marluxia looked tired. That much was certain. Of course, Demyx reasoned that being beaten to the point of death by a key would make anyone look tired in the afterlife. Well, if it WAS an afterlife.

"So Demyx," Marluxia started, "How is Kingdom Hearts coming along?"

Demyx blinked, he almost forgot that Marluxia left when the heart-shaped moon was just a small figure compared to the imposing one that was growing every day. "Uh, it's bigger now." he said vaguely, "Looks more like a harvest moon than a regular one."

"Hmm."

Demyx had been quiet when he entered Proof of Existence that fateful morning. He had been chipper as usual, singing some downright annoying song until he noticed the platforms for the five members on the ground. Instead of a normal blue, the lights were at a pinkish-red coloration. Demyx just ogled in disbelief.

Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, Larxene and Marluxia.

"Nuh-uh." he whispered, staring blankly at all five. Almost the whole Oblivion crew, excluding Axel.

"Shame, ain't it?"

Demyx spun around to see said pyro standing behind him. For once though, a malicious glint wasn't in his eyes. He looked more resigned than anything else, arms crossed and staring at Demyx in a thoughtful manner.

"Why-?"

"Planned to overthrow the Superior." Axel explained coolly. "That and a little help with the Keyblade Bearer and all of them met a messy end."

Demyx stared at the red space that was under Marluxia's portal to his room. He felt unexplainably emptier and lonelier than before, like his mind was wiped with a fuzzy cloth.

"Number XI orchestrated the plan."

"He did?"

Sure, Marluxia had always disliked the way Xemnas ran the show. But Demyx didn't hear the Graceful Assassin complain about it once. But then again...

He did seem distant with everyone before leaving to Castle Oblivion. Sighing, Demyx looked at Marluxia's weapon plate. The scythe could be seen clearly from the pinkish lighting. Pink was always Marluxia's color, even if everyone else in the Organization teased him about it.

Demyx frowned, it was like almost losing a friend.

But Nobodies couldn't really have friends. Right?

"Weren't you all supposed to fade back into darkness?" Demyx asked curiously, passing Vexen's room on the way down. Demyx could see the Chilly Academic's transparent form, who was sulking over the remaining potions that Xaldin didn't take.

"It's a complicated matter." Marluxia sighed, "I thought I was doomed to the Purgatory of Darkness myself. Imagine the shock of knowing that we can still be here." He frowned, "But, we always have the choice of leaving."

"Leaving?" Demyx echoed, looking skeptical.

"Yes. There is a peculiar door that Zexion believes leads to the main darkness." Marluxia explained, "Lexaeus had gone inside to inspect it, but we haven't seen him since. Larxene also entered the door, just for the heck of it." He smirked, "She said she never wanted to hang around and do nothing anyway."

"Are you thinking about leaving?" Demyx asked, well, more blurted out. The Graceful Assassin rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner. "Maybe."

They finally reached the final steps, before coming out in the great entrance room for the Castle. Something was there, however, that Demyx didn't see when he had originally entered. A towering and imposing black door was on the west wall, the ghostly figure of Zexion was standing next to it.

"Ah Marluxia, I believe I've-" Zexion turned around before sighing, sounding annoyed. "Number XI, even IF you follow him around, he won't be able to see you. Or hear you."

Marluxia smirked and Demyx broke out into a large grin, "Hey Zexy! How are ya?"

The Cloaked Schemer looked surprised, "Number IX?" He asked with uncertainty.

"That's my number." Demyx chuckled.

Zexion just blinked, still looking surprised. "What did you want to tell me Number VI?" Marluxia asked, snapping Zexion from his surprised stupor.

"Well, I-" Zexion stammered, still semi-shocked, "I discovered that this door does indeed go to the dark realm. Unfortunately, there isn't any way out for our comrades." He frowned. "But, it is our only option. Unless you would rather prefer to walking about aimlessly for eternity."

"Or I could get the other members to help you." Demyx suggested. Zexion just shook his head, and Marluxia looked downcast. "Why not?"

"Because they won't believe you." Marluxia answered. "I doubt that even Xemnas would either."

"Well, you guys don't have to go and rot in the dark forever!" Demyx countered, exerting a memory of anger. Zexion sighed, "I'm going to get Vexen. Chances are he's driving himself crazy by watching his studies disappear right in front of him." With that Zexion walked towards the stairs and started to head upward.

Marluxia looked at the door with the same deep look of thoughtfulness. Demyx noticed this, "You aren't really thinking about going are you?"

The Graceful Assassin didn't answer. Demyx looked down, possibly put out.

"Would you hang around after your death?" Marluxia asked, "Wandering about with no one to talk to but others like yourself?"

Demyx opened his mouth, but then shut it. Would he go when he faded, or died, whatever? "Probably not." Demyx mumbled, staring at the floor.

It stayed in an ominous silence. Marluxia was still staring at the door, his eyes scanning it carefully. Demyx was still focusing on the ground.

"Back." Zexion's voice came from the stairwell. Two pearly figures stepped out, one scowling and the other just looking extremely tired. The two approached the door, before Vexen finally spoke.

"So, how long will this door stay in existence?"

"Not very." Zexion replied, "The dark energy is growing weaker, so it will either disappear and let us linger in this limbo of life and death, or it will simply not open again."

Vexen paid no attention to either Marluxia or Demyx, approaching the door. The handles shined eerily, looking as though it was made of a dark onyx. Finally pulling from hesitation, the Chilly Academic grabbed the handles and swung the doors open.

Instinctively, Demyx shut his eyes as a blast of stale air came from the door. He squinted to see what was inside.

Well, it was dark, he had to give it that. Purplish and dark navy blue colors were thrown into the mix of a swirling interior of the door. Everyone just seemed entranced by the display of colors that ultimate darkness seemed to possess.

With a nod to both Marluxia and Demyx, Zexion walked straight inside. The normal swirl seemed disrupted as the colors became mixed with one another. After a moment though, the swirls returned to normal. Not a trace of the Cloaked Schemer remained.

Still not acknowledging either of the two left, Vexen also headed inside. Soon it was just Marluxia and Demyx standing in the entrance hall of Castle Oblivion, staring at the portal to darkness.

"I guess this is it huh?" Demyx asked Marluxia, sounding uncharacteristically flat. Marluxia raised an eyebrow.

"Demyx," he started, "I need to do this. You too probably, later on." He gestured to the portal, which was still swirling lazily. "It isn't worth it to wander for eternity, as a Nobody. I see no point of it. It's like watching my other garden inside my room at the top floor. It may seem nice at first, but in the end will only bring possible madness."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If I stay, I will watch as the garden I have cared for deteriorate before my eyes. Not in a blazing inferno, like what possibly happened to my previous one. It would die slowly. I can't help it, or tend." He swung his arm through the air as a demonstration, which easily went through a marble wall. "You'll only see, but cannot do."

Demyx knew he was right, so he only sighed in defeat.

Marluxia walked towards the interior of the door, which was starting to grow dimmer. Demyx just watched, helplessly and blankly.

"Can Nobodies have friends?"

Marluxia shrugged, still reading his book. "I don't think so, but then again I guess Nobodies could."

Demyx chuckled, "That would explain why Axel and Roxas hang out all the time then."

A smirk came from Marluxia, "That or something else."

It took a while for Demyx to figure out what Marluxia was implying, before throwing a water ball at his head. "Gross!"

The water splashed against Marluxia's pinkish hair, soaking him instantly. His eye twitched.

"Oops." Demyx muttered, suddenly tense. But Marluxia didn't move.

Surprised, Demyx looked at the Graceful Assassin cautiously. "Mar-WAARGH!" A flurry of pink petals materialized from nowhere, spraying right into Demyx's face.

"Gotcha." Marluxia grinned, before getting up and leaving. Demyx was in shock, his mullet was covered in flower petals.

The ripple of the portal stopped, and like a light, the dark door started to fade away. Demyx watched as the fragments, like opposite confetti, floated from the door and into the ceiling.

The Melodious Nocturne stood there, staring at the ceiling, before turning back around with his hands jammed into his pockets. Demyx walked towards the front doors of Castle Oblivion. But, unfortunately, failed to notice that a stray vial way lying on the ground.

The sickening sensation of falling enveloped Number IX's senses as he slipped on the glass.

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"Do you think he's waking up?"

"Probably, he's been twitching recently."

Demyx groaned, opening his eyes to see that he was lying on the floor. Two people were standing over him. One was Xaldin, who was looking distant as always. The other was Luxord, who was in the basement of Castle Oblivion during the whole affair.

"Number IX, are you alright?" Luxord asked, "You took a big hit to the head earlier."

"Huh?"

Demyx realized that he was at the top floor of Castle Oblivion, lying in front of the door to Marluxia's old room. "Wasn't I downstairs?"

"No." Xaldin replied, "You were up here trying to open that locked door."

Demyx blinked, "So I dreamed of all that stuff? About Marluxia's ghost and Zexion's and Vexen's? It wasn't real?" He frowned, looking away. A concussion, had to be. But, it really did feel real. Like he really did talk to Marluxia...before...

"What IS real anymore?"

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Sahxyel: I confused myself with that, but overall, I liked it. Really cute and fluffy.

Danny: Wait, so MOST of that really didn't happen?

Me: Could have or couldn't have. Consider the Supernatural (and maybe even spiritual) genre.

Random Moogle: Here are the replies!

Reviews for Movie Night:

hanyou-samurai: Sorry that I didn't do that. I have no idea what the plot would be. I do think about the plots before writing the one-shot itself. Yeah. But if you want, I'll try and think of something. ;)

Scylla Desdemonia Ophelia: Here is the supernatural one. Ghosts and portals to a sort of death count as that...right? Vexen is fun to write, but he's getting too much time in these. Old jerk won't stay out of my plots though, hehehe.

EliasDaemonwing: Thanks for the complement! I try to stay as original as possible!

elysianrose: Thanks. I am one of the people who just said, 'screw it' and wrote some good fanfiction about him. Yay for me!

Moonshine's Guide: I seem to get that comment alot. I wonder why... :P I AM doing Mystery next. But the sub-genre will be chose by most popular vote. How'd you know that Danny liked Mike and Ikes?

Danny: Yay for candy! (eats)

organization-member-xiv: It was good? O-O Yay, I thought it was stupid, but that's me. Zexion's challenge involved a math word problem (I.E: Two trains left a station at the same time. One traveled at 72 mph...) and the other involved finishing a half-completed Suduko puzzle. He's evil, I'm telling ya...

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Sahxyel: Even if that didn't focus on Marluxia totally, it dealt with a friendship. And I liked it. I liked it alot. The next chapter will be Mystery but the sub-genre will either be: Sci-Fi (Right from Nowhere) or Humor again (Who IS Walt Disney?). The Sci-Fi DOES involve Marluxia ending up in the Real World in a weird sciency way. The other is something that everyone in the Org. is wondering about. It contains breakage of the fourth wall...alot.

Danny: So one is stupid and the other is semi-intelligent?

Random Moogle: That's what Sahxyel says anyway.

Me: P.S: If any of you think I'm implying something between the two, I will looks at you and say this: You have a VERY sick mind. Also Review, I need opinions on the sub-genre for the next one. Yeah.