I'll respond to reviews at the end. I found that the whole typing-up-on-the-fly thing kinda worked. I made little spelling mistakes—okay, a lot—and they were often really important ones, but it was better than before. Right after this, I'll post the next-next chapter, and then I'll edit my earlier chapters.

By the way, there's a heck of a lot of POV-changing in this chapter.

Lastly, there's important stuff at the bottom, but if you don't want to look at it all, check out the non-bolded italicized summary at the bottom.

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Marco had a deep sense of foreboding. Thatch was captured, and Pops had some news on Ace, who had set off to fight Blackbeard several weeks ago, while being all hush-hush with Thatch about something, right before the swordsman. Pops never called a meeting of the commanders for anything other than bad news.

As he walked into the unofficial meeting room, he heard the sound of the Moby Dick's officially Den-Den Mushi ring over the intercom. As suggested by one of Pops' friends—he wouldn't tell them who, and instead just grinned secretively, returning to his sake—it was automatically hooked up to the also-newly-installed intercom so if Pops didn't want to answer it, was drunk, or was sleeping, someone would answer. There was a click! as Pops answered the Transponder Snail and the intercom shut off again.

He opened the doors to the room, his shoes clacking against the floor. Only three other division commanders were present so far, but a few others had followed Marco inside. They created a semicircle around Pops, who just smirked mischievously at them, raising the Snail's speaker up to his mouth. "Hello?"

The Snaill's appearance changed to show that the person on the other end had dark brown eyes, a wide grin that looked like it hurt, and a curved scar under its eye. Marco and the rest of the commanders didn't recognize the face, if the confused faces from around him were anything to go by.

"Hey!" the person on the other end cheered childishly. "Is the meeting still happening?"

"Um," the famous Yonkō paused, "Not the time…"

"What meeting?" Marco asked, his usual lazy tone taking on an edge of steel.

The snail blinked. "Wait, do you mean—" The person who they labeled as male was cut off as a bang! sounded from the other line, and the snail shifted again so that the person had an annoyed glare, looking to its right, and no scar. The eyes then softened softly, looking straight ahead once more.

"Sorry about that," a decidedly-female voice apologized, and the commanders grew even more bewildered and restless, whispering amongst themselves. Marco's eyes rested on his adoptive father, who had started to adopt a guilty expression, and, under further inspection, sweated slightly, though if Marco didn't know him so well he wouldn't've been able to tell.

The large man raised the receiver, before saying a rushed "You don't need to sneak onto the ship" and hung up. "Well…" he said, clearing his throat, "We have a problem." No duh, Marco thought, but remained silent. "Ace is being brought to Marineford in about a week's time to be executed publicly. Video Den-Dens will broadcast it to the world."

There was a series of mutterings, and Shirohige held up his hand. "We need to gather everyone in our alliance, and one of my friends will be coming to aid us in the war?"

"Your friend?" Izou spoke up, voicing what they were all thinking. Whitebeard Newgate didn't have many friends, if any. Sure, maybe a friendly rivalry with Akagami and a few others, but that was pretty much it. And he had many fans, but he wasn't close with everyone.

"Yes…" he paused, before obviously resisting the urge to smirk as he continued with, "Mugiwara, the gaki. And a small girl named Luffy."

A chorus of shouts erupted fro the commanders, and Marco's own eyes widened considerably. "The Mugiwara pirates?" he questioned incredulously, ignoring the last part of the sentence. Pops nodded. "When did this happen?"

The white-haired man winced slightly. "You know all those times when I left the ship to take care of business…?" Marco pieced it together, and gaped slightly. He prepared to speak, but Sabo beat him to the chase.

"You've known Luffy for that long?" He realized what he said and instinctively raised his hand to his mouth. Pops looked at Sabo confusedly, a foreign emotion in his eyes.

"Luffy?!" the group digressed.

"How do you know her?" Kingdew demanded, his imposing figure turning towards the blonde.

Sabo waved his hand as if swatting a fly, sweating bullets. "Oh, no, no… nothing." He adjusted his hat nervously as the commanders prepared to interrogate him, each forgetting about the alliance for the moment.

Pops interrupted, saying, "We have more important things to discuss. Go to your rooms and use your personal Mushis to contact the alliance." He coughed, grabbing some more saké before pouring it down his throat. He nodded to them, wiping the bit that dribbled down his chin off with his hand.

The commanders nodded back respectfully, each preparing to question Sabo for what he knew, before backing away as they crowded together. Marco watched out of the corner of his eye as Sabo slinked off, obviously intending to hide.

"Oh, no you don't!" Haruta shouted, chasing after him, the others soon following.

"Marco, help!" Sabo cried out to the only commander who wasn't chasing him, trying for sympathy.

Marco chuckled sinisterly, taking one last glance at his adoptive father, before nodding to Sabo… and promptly walked out of the room. He smiled, hearing their furious attempts to get his fellow blonde to speak and "stay still, dammit!" as the doors shut behind him. Good luck, Sabo. You'll need it.

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Sometimes Luffy would have dreams. That was only natural. But these were different. They were of a black-haired boy with freckles, of a boy with blonde hair and a chipped tooth, of her grandfather, her father, and of a large curly-orange-haired woman. (Woman? She wasn't completely sure…) They were always out of focus, and completely silent, but she felt like she should know them. (Of course, she knew her grandfather and recognized her dad, but that wasn't the point.)

She'd wake up, gasping, looking around reflexively to see if she could find the strange boys, the woman.

But tonight was different from the rest; she could clearly see and hear it—the fire, the screams. The blonde boy with a top-hat and goggles being dragged away, crying. The black-haired boy with freckles and narrowed eyes, she could see sending a wave at Haki at some foes. And then the curly-haired woman was limping back with the freckled boy, supporting him as they walked. The smell of smoke was prominent, making it hard to breathe.

She knew self-consciously that it was a dream; it happened often enough now that it was easy to tell. She tried to speak with her dream self, before realizing consciously where she was—in the land of Morpheus. She blinked, and woke up, staring at the ceiling. No one was up yet, she soon discovered. She turned over and went back to sleep.

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It was strange to see the people Pops took so much interest into to be so laid-back. He expected them to be completely against the government, destroying Marine bases left and right and having no compassion for the world. Shows how much the world knew about their characters.

But they just relaxed, checking a Vivre Card Mugiwara held once in a while. Whenever he tried to see whose it was, it was brought out of his sight by a tanned hand. Other than that, they just did their respective things, though sometimes Usopp, Chopper and Mugiwara would play together or Corona would ask for help training by lifting the crew members on top of his weights.

It was a day or two later that they found what they were looking for. He could only see the back of the ship, but it seemed awfully familiar… he looked up at the flag and was astounded to see that was Pops'. That's when he knew it was the Moby Dick.

He cried out in a mix of excitement, anticipation, and relief. Nami looked at his strangely, slightly alarmed. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Ah, nothing, Nami-san," he said. "I'm just happy—Whitebeard's my captain!"

He thought they had known this, but obviously that wasn't true as everyone except Nico Robin cried, "Eh?!" The Devil's Child just smiled secretly, hinting that she did know.

He wondered why she didn't tell her captain, but shrugged it off. He, instead, leaned forward over the railing and waved exaggeratedly at the ship. He heard some confusion from the Moby Dick, and then joyous shouting. He could see some others waving back at him as they neared the other ship.

He jumped aboard, yelling greetings to his shipmates. He paused, turning back to thank the Mugiwaras. Nami was screaming something that he couldn't hear over the din. Usopp and Chopper were staring in awe and fear at the commanders, whereas Franky sobbed at the fact that they were all better again ("I'm not crying, dammit!"). Robin just sent an arm to wave goodbye from the side of the boat and was smiling slightly. Brook was dancing around and playing his violin to add some teary background music. Sanji and Zoro were in each others faces, obviously arguing again.

Last of all was Mugiwara. He had his trademark straw hat on his head, pushed down low so it shaded his face. The black-haired man positioned his right pointer finger and thumb so they were poking his chest, and his body glowed softly for a second, before shifting into one he had never seen before; black hair was longer and smoother, brown eyes were larger, jaw was more feminine, checks plumper. His scar disappeared not his skin. His lips became softer and a lighter pink, while his nose shrunk slightly. The rest of his body was obscured by the railing, but was obviously different as Mugiwara had shrunk slightly. His crewmates just looked on as if this was normal.

Mugiwara had already looked girlish, but this, this was… crazy! Rubber couldn't do that! Not to say that they weren't crazy already and that everything they did didn't defy common sense, but this just took the cake.

Thatch paused in his staring to hug Sabo, who had rushed towards him as soon as he saw him. Sabo clutched him tighter as the sound of pounding feet sounded on the deck, and his fellow Division Commanders called out for Sabo. They soon noticed Thatch and created a dog pile, which, with Jozu there, soon became suffocating and was finished before Thatch turned any more blue. (Purple was overrated. When your turns blue, you're in trouble.)

The intercom beeped. "The meeting will start in half an hour," Pops' voice came through, sounding more metallic than usual. Thatch straightened, climbing to his feet as he figured he should get ready. He then realized he hadn't been to his room in a long time… he prayed no one had pranked him.

•••

Trafalgar D. Water Law sat in his submarine, sipping on some coffee. He knew about the war; it was pretty obvious what was going to happen when you thought about it. He was preparing, along with the rest of his crew, to wait in the background until the war was over and go through the wounded, collecting hearts and saving injured.

The injured would be good allies for the future, after all, and the hearts were so he could defeat the pink-feathered bastard. From there he would prepare to attack the rest of the Shichibukai, maybe convince some others to help him. But there was another thing about the war that was prominent to him; his fellow Supernova would be there. One that he had a… personal matter to take care of with. Mugiwara—or, should he say… Himeji?

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Edward Newgate stared down at the commanders of each ship in his alliance. Whitey Bay was to his left and Himeji t this right. Himeji was in the form he knew her best by—the female Mugiwara without a straw hat nor a scar. She wore a red tank top and black undershirt with black cuffed shorts. The rest of her small crew were sitting behind her, giving her their full support. Loyal group, that one.

His commanders were yet to come, each waiting for the last possible moment, probably practicing any speeches they planned today or dressing up appropriately for the occasion. He stared sadly at the place that the second Division Commander was supposed to sit. The chair was left their to show their faith in their comrade, that he would survive, but Newgate was deathly worried about his adoptive son.

Luffy raised an eyebrow at him, asking a silent question, When are they going to arrive? Everyone else is here. She pointedly looked around the room, where all of the seats, other than the Commanders', were taken.

He looked at the doors, gesturing with his head. Soon.

Luffy relaxed slightly and looked being her. Her strange crew were all talking amiably with each other, all of them, other than the four he recognized from Luffy's stories as Chopper, Usopp, Nami, and Sanji, ignoring the rest of the people in the room.

•••

Luffy watched carefully around her, suspiciously glancing at the other pirates before looking over at her crew. Thatch was with the rest of the commanders, and it felt weird for him to suddenly leave. Never to be seen again. She smiled bitterly, reminding herself that inter-fandom references were not allowed.

Nami had started pointing out all of the bounties in the room while Usopp boasted that he could do better than them before cowering at their patronizing gazes, Chopper switching from being amazing at Usopp and hiding from preying eyes. Sanji was regarding the ladies with a pulsing heart in his eye.

Franky was admiring the "SUPER" workmanship of the boat, describing it to the rest of the people who were listening, which wasn't many. Zoro was starting to doze off, eyes drooping as he slumped against his chair. Robin was absently nodding to Franky every once in a while, but was otherwise just observing the commotion. Brook appeared to be concentrated on what Franky was saying, listening raptly, though Luffy suspected that his "eyes" where elsewhere.

Her eyes focused on the doors as she used her Haki. She could see Zoro and Sanji doing the same, their eyes narrowing slightly as they took in the strength of the newcomers as they approached the closed doors.

Luffy was confident that she and the rest of the Monster Trio could beat most of 'em, if given the chance to fight one-on-one, and, most likely, so could the rest of the crew—Robin's Devil fruit was awfully handy for that type of thing, and, if the Weakling Trio collected their courage, could defeat them in their separate ways, while Franky and Brook were great for attacking multiple people at once.

But she was worried about two of the newcomers. They each had a Devil Fruit, one a Mythical Zoan and one a Paramecia. They seemed like they were the strongest, though even Haki could be deceiving sometimes, and it depended on the enemy, just like her rubber vs. Enel's lightning. She sat up as they entered.

In front was a blonde with strange hair. He had an open purple shirt with cream insides, exposing his whitebeard tattoo that was permanently stained onto his tanned flesh. He had a turquoise sash around his waist, a brown-and-gold belt, and dark blue pants. He had a lazy smirk, his eyelids were half-way closed, and had a small stubble on his chin. He walked with a confident air, leisurely striding down to his seat.

Second was another blonde, pale this time, with familiar clothing: a white necktie, goggles around his neck, a blue shirt with white buttons, a black belt, a black jacket, maroon gloves, light blue pants and black shoes. He had a pipe strapped to his back and a burn on his left eye. He smiled as he walked casually.

There was a space behind him, as if for a person that would never come.

This one had darker skin than the pale man before him, and black hair. He had three parts of bubble on his chin and long sideburns. He reminded her of Franky in that he wore a lot of metal—though Franky didn't just wear it, he was it. Well, half. Close enough. He had a grey-green chest plate with dark and light brown plating hung with brown straps. He also had a green kilt and black pants. His large arms were crossed as he walked, looking around at the people in the room, before stiffly sitting in his chair one seat after the blonde with the eye burn.

Next was Thatch, who was grinning widely and waving at everyone as he strutted across the floor.

The next character had a black handlebar mustache and frizzy black hair going down to about his ears and poofing out. He wore a blue shirt with a white collar and pattern, white gloves, a violet belt, light blue pants, a purple coat, and blue-black boots. He had two swords in sheaths around his waist. He was grinning widely, thin eyebrows naturally raised.

Next waddled another man. He wore what seemed like purple overalls with a pink bear symbol, clasped with silver plates. He had two pockets on his chin and was smiling largely with thick lips similar to Usopp's. He wore a purple hat with the Whitebeard symbol that had black feathers poofing out of it, and a white collar complemented it. He wore a dirty-yellow sash around his waist and walked rather fast, chin jiggling.

After that was a dirty blonde with dreadlocks similar to Yasopp's, held taught with a yellow headband with a red whitebeard symbol. He had marks around his eyes, similar to Franky's but thicker. He wore a white- jacket with a brown and green collar and yellow bands. He had a lavender shirt underneath, tucked into a red haramaki and gray pants. He held a chain wrapped around his waist before ending in a spiked ball that was being held in one hand. He rushed slightly, herding the rest to go forward.

A fishman followed him; he had light blue skin with red gills on his cheeks. Three sharp teeth poked up from his mouth on either side of his face. His eyes were naturally narrowed, and he had something similar to a horn on one side of his head. An "8" marking him as the Eighth Division Commander on his neck.

He had spiked-up black hair similar to the first blonde's, but not drooping this time. He wore a cream shirt with blue sleeves, white stripes down the sides, and a red star on the middle of it. He also had a black belt and grey pants. His already-scowling mouth was brought down farther as he glared at everyone, daring them to speak about how he was a fishman.

Following him was a large man with black hair twisted into a braid down his back. He had the Whitebeard symbol tattooed on each shoulder, above two golden rings. He had an open grey-blue vest, a brown belt, and darker grey-blue pants tucked into black boots. He had a sword in a sheath. One hand rested on his sword's handle, the bother hanging loosely to his side as he walked, looking only straight ahead.

The next man had a low-cut pink vest and green camouflage balloon pants with white lace on the ends above black boots. He had several guns strapped on his back and in a holster while having a strange hat. He had reddish eyes, white hair and a black beard.

Follow him was a man with orangish-blonde hair and dark lips. He was heavily tanned, and a blue-black tattoo was on the right side of his chest similar to Whitebeard's mark but a bit modified. he had a brown cape and black and gold gauntlets. He wore a black and dark yellow leggings with white drapes on the end and black boots. A blue belt held this up with a tissue-looking sash on the side. He took halting steps to his chair, even stumbling a bit.

The next one was the only female present. She had short brick red hair and fierce pointed blue eyes. She wore a green outfit, fit with a brown belt going diagonally across her chest and white leggings. She had a pauper's shoulder and neck pads and wore black boots. She was bursting with energy, and seemed to be attempting to not be complaining about the slow speed the rest of them were taking, her hands flitting by her sword sheath.

The man that came next and a black beard cut into three sections, a metal helmet with horns, and an outfit similar to the third person's. His tattoos were on his upper arms, and held two swords in a taught grip, stiffly lumbering forward before plopping in his chair.

This one reminded her distinctly of a pig with an upturned nose and small pointed ears. He wore a maroon hat with a white Whitebeard mark. Another Whitebeard mark was on the loose white cloak. He had a shield and jousting lance, and was smiling at everyone as he walked by, using small steps but a medium fast pace, bouncing slightly on his feet as he put his foot down.

The next one had an open blue vest. He had a black mustache and black hair that was shaves through on the top. He had his Whitebeard mark by his shoulder, along with three open circles. He had cream pants with a brown belt, and a katana that was over his shoulder with a dark strap. He ignored everyone in the room, instead watching his feet as he walked forward.

The last person had silky black hair put up with a pin, one hand hanging loosely. He had a heart painted on his lips and wore a purple kimono. He had a red-and-black cloth draped around his waist and black pants. He had two holsters tied around his waist along with a sword and held two yellow-white fans.

Noen of them had a white beard, even Whitebeard himself. It was one of the many mysteries of the universe.

Maybe Rayleigh should be called "Whitebeard" instead of Shirohige.

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"Who's that?" a brown-haired mousy-looking man—reminding her of a marine, Nezumi—demanded, rudely pointing to the mysterious woman next to Whitebeard, having never seen her before in any of the alliance's meetings.

She stood up, bowing to them. "I'm Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy."

Marco heard a choked sound and he and some of the other commanders looked worriedly at the co-Second Deivision commander, "Blue Gentleman" Sabo. Sabo nodded that he was fine, but Marco could see that he had teared up and that his hands were shaking. Marco turned back to the conversation to see Pops looked… nervous, for once in the half-giants' life.

What was going on?! And wasn't Monkey D. Luffy the name of the dead little sister Ace and Sabo always talked fondly of? Where's Mugiwara—everyone else here he recognized, even if just a bit. Who is Luffy, and how does Pops know her? And why the freaking hell wasn't he getting any answers?

•••

Sabo clenched his hands, his satin gloves folding under the pressure. His little sister… he had finally found her, but, as her eyes swept over him and the other commanders, they were blank. No recognition shined in her eyes, no smile on her face.

Had he found her, just to lose her again? Or was it just a mask? He couldn't tell the difference in the almost unfamiliar face—older and more dignified, for sure. And cold.

But there was something wrong. Her scar, that should've been there for life, even with her rubbery body, was gone. Her straw hat, a promise to Shanks, was also missing. Most importantly, she wasn't smiling, wasn't bubbly like she had been years before. In fact, no amusement or amazement, even as the pirates bumbled around and the Strongest Man in the World sat down next to her, was shown.

His heart squeezed, tighter than his hands, and he felt unnaturally dizzy. Was it an impostor? Or had something happened…? First Luffy left, then Ace was captured, and now this? Why…?

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Monkey D. Luffy was confused. Not just because she needed food, but because the royally-dressed blonde—who looked crazily similar to someone, if she could just remember…—kept staring at her, obviously ignoring everyone else around them. She had had stares before (thanks, Slip-Slip no Mi… NOT) but he looked worried, maybe even scared. What was his problem?!

She locked with him and saw the sorrow in them. She pointedly looked away, listening as one of the pirates in the alliance said something about a sneak attack and a distraction, but she wasn't completely listening.

And he wasn't the only one scrutinizing her. She wasn't dumb; she knew she was getting looks, not just because of her appearance nor her crew's, but because she was new in the alliance—or, at least, that's what she assumed was the reason for their repetitive staring. The other way-too-powerful blonde, sitting next to the annoying one, kept glancing between Mr. Top Hat and her.

She searched outside the boat with Haki, feeling a disturbance, subconsciously noticing the rest of the crew doing the same. She was astonished to sense one of the biggest auras, (and part of it seemed to be hidden from her, though she couldn't be sure,) maybe even at the same level of Edward's, nearing them.

She stood up, noticing Sanji and Zoro, who had obviously sensed the person first out of the rest of the crew quickly followed suit. She slammed her hands on the table in front of her, gaining everyone's attention, including an annoyed look from the woman who had been speaking.

"Be right back. Someone's here. Someone powerful," she said quickly as an explanation before running outside, her crew and some of the Division Commanders, who apparently sensed the person too, on her heels.

•••

BOUNTIES:

Luffy: 500,000,000

Chopper: 7,000,000

Usopp (Sogeking): 40,000,000

Franky: 95,000,000

Nami: 30,000,000

Sanji: 230,000,0000

Brook: 60,000,000

Zoro: 350,000,000

Robin: 80,000,000

Combined: 1,392,000,000 beli

If you're wondering why the bounties are so large, think about it: if the World Government knew of all the things they did that weren't covered up (i.e. Crocodile & Moria,) along with everything else, would they stay so "low"? Plus, honestly, Luffy is post-timeskip powerful. Also, they know that Luffy "Mugiwara" only picks fighters for his crew, so even Chopper would have a high bounty. But, because Robin didn't do much in Enies Lobby nor Saboady, her bounty hasn't changed. Think about it. And Ace got a huge bounty, and he didn't even (a) declare war on the World Government nor (b) punch a Tenryūbito. So…

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Responding to Reviews:

User: stxlla —chapter 4—

This is excellent! Your story has a new and exiting plot and your writing is beautiful!

Aw, thank you so much! I was really worried that it would be too similar to the other ones.

User: Guest (Guest) —chapter 1—

The irony in this!

What part?

User: UnderTakerxXxMadnesS —chapter 3—

Nice…

Can't wait for the next chapter..

Thanks! I really appreciate it. :)

User: Kawaii-NekoNya —chapter 3—

Yay this is a cool story and I understand Thatch's OOCness he is under alot of stress and a lot of things are happening right now. Love your username, by the way.

Glad to hear it! I was worried about Thatch's change in character, because even though it seemed realistic to me, I wasn't sure about you guys.

User: Capico 3 (Guest) —chapter 2—

Wow, you updated really quickly, even though they're long chapters! This is really great, though I was wondering who you're gonna pair "Himeji" up with, if anyone? Anyway, as I said, great job. It's hard to find good Fem!Luffy stories, much less Marine!Luffy. I love how you did both Fem and Marine and Different Devil Fruit!Luffy. Can't wait to find out what her DF is! Well, you did give a hind with the whole "can only be opened with Crocodile's Devil Fruit" part. I wait aptly for the next chapter! (Though I'm surprised you only have 3 reviews thus far.)

Thanks! To be honest, I had worked on these chapters for some time before I actually got an account. About the pairing, I'm honestly not sure. Luffy, in my opinion, is easily shippable. I was thinking about having you guys vote.

Options:

~Law

~Marco

~Ace

~Sabo

~Smoker

~Jonathan

~Zoro

~Usopp

~Kidd

~Shanks

~Thatch

etc. Any other ideas? Let me know. And I'll count the last sentence as a complement.

User: anionymm —chapter 2—

As a follower of this fanfiction I must say that your update did not succeeded. I really want to continue reading this fanfic.

Well, here you are! :D

User: Niapi —chapter 1—

I like this storie . it begins well! I wait eagerly following

Ah, good. I wasn't sure, with all of the Fem!Luffy and Marine!Luffy stories, that this wouldn't be swamped up with the crowd, like my PJO Chaos!fic one.

User: UnderTakerxXxMadnesS —chapter 1—

Awesome story.. I like it.. Update faster..

You do realize that you posted this one day after the day that I originally posted the story? If that's not updating fast, I don't know what is. ;)

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Anyway, that's it. If you just skipped that, the summary is that you can vote for who you want Himeji (or other people) to end up with. Also, I know that Luffy wasn't there when Dadan and Ace were walking back, but it was a freaking premonition type of thing. Just after the thing happened. I don't even know.

LASTLY, REVIEWS ARE HIGHLY WELCOME. Reviews show how much readers are able to engage with the writing, and therefore I'd really like to know your opinion about this story. Thanks!