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Chapter Four

"You're most vulgar!" Robert shouted at the blader. "How could even think about doing something so - so - unacceptable!" Once Robert had seen Bryan walking on the other side of the road: Robert forgot about picking his Father up at the airport. He could wait - he had a bone to pick with that idiot. So in the middle of the street, Robert started the conversation about what had happened a few days ago. Bryan had been most surprised by the action and was about to walk away before the other demanded a reason why he had been shoved up against a wall.

"Shut up - I was drunk," Bryan glanced around, already he could feel the eyes of people on him. Damn it, he was generating a scene with this argument. Why did Robert have to suddenly appear here? However, Robert didn't care too much there was no way his family could find out - and those who walked past only caught a few words of the conversation before they rushed away. Mainly because Bryan was glaring wildly at everything that moved.

"Enough with that excuse: it doesn't matter if you were drugged." Bryan frowned at such a thing, what was he saying? That his actions were his alone and even if he hadn't been in control, he should still apologise for them? "You still have to take responsibility!" It was a stupid concept, surely he saw that? Why should he ask for forgiveness when he didn't even know what he was doing? It was like Robert was saying Bryan wanted to try to molest him...Even if he had been rejected that same night - it didn't prove anything.

There had been an annoying event that was occurring every five minutes since Robert had found Bryan on the street. His phone continued to ring even after Bryan had answered it and told, who Robert presumed to be Tala, that he'd be home as soon as possible. The phone had rang at least eleven times by now. A few of them had been text messages, he was sure - Bryan just seemed to be able to text back without paying to much attention to the actual phone. "Turn the phone off." Robert snapped, standing with his hands on his hips, hoping that he could at least intimidate the Demolition Boy to hang up.

"No." Apparently not. Robert rolled his eyes again when the blader turned around to answer the call. It wasn't as if Robert was interested in what was being said by him... Just what was so important to have his phone on when in the middle of an argument? Surely it could wait? Surely the person on the other end could wait just a few minutes until Robert got his answer.

"Why ever not?" Bryan hung up as he heard the dial tone. Tala didn't sound too happy anymore. He'd need to be going back soon or else that was his fun ruined for this week. There was that tone again: the same one Bryan had used in the limo the other night. Defeated and sounding as if the whole world was against him.

"I can't." Bryan shrugged, why on earth would he turn the phone off when he was waiting for the calls? "Alright," Bryan sighed, he needed to get away from this Rich-Kid. He needed leverage to hold until he knew Robert wouldn't bring such a thing up - especially in public - again. Had this guy no shame? Or was such an ideal only present when his family was involved? "Please forgive me."

Robert could say he could have died especially seeing how Bryan appeared to be coming over to hug him. Robert tensed when it did appear that Bryan was coming closer, too close in fact. Such an action wasn't truly Bryan, but one with alternative motive, not like Robert was aware of such a fact. "Stay in tonight - or else you're not getting Griffolyon back." Bryan muttered and Robert tensed remembering what had happened when they had been this close last time. What was Bryan saying, that he had Griffolyon: his bitbeast was in his pocket...

His eyes widened as he realised said bitbeast really was no longer in his pocket. "Thief!" He hissed once he realised that it was true, that Bryan was now in possession of such a personal treasure as he shook it in front of his face. Trying to grab it would only fuel Bryan's smugness so Robert would wait and release hell onto Bryan when he got it back. Bryan however had a perfect way to get back for humiliating him in front of all these people.

Robert would be sorry.

"Find out what those interesting messages were that kept distracting him." Robert needed evidence, or a form of matter which would stop Bryan in his tracks and whatever was being discussed in those text messages was certainly able to gain his attention for more than a few seconds. He just needed to find out what was on them and that would be it sorted. He'd have something on Bryan.

It didn't take long, when Robert requested information he would have it within the hour however with such an odd request the people at his disposal were having some difficulty. Eventually they managed to find out what a few of the messages were. Robert was left to interpret them at his own will. "Seems as if Bryan's not only on a leash but being used as some toy." It filled him with a bitter anger, towards the redhead. How could he treat another human being in such a foul manner?

'It's my choice whether or not you're sober when we do it. After all I am the calling the shots, remember? Or do you not want me? So much for those 'feelings.'' Emotional blackmailing, Robert would have never thought that such a technique would work on Bryan of all people. However perhaps there was another message in those words that he hadn't seen?

"Lovely. Bryan has a rather sad relationship with Tala." He frowned when he spoke that out loud. They weren't in a relationship, Bryan had said that the person he liked - he didn't have. So Bryan was single? Robert didn't understand why he suddenly felt compelled to feel sorry for Bryan. It was none of his business, even if the fact that Bryan was not going out on anything official with such a cruel person did make him feel relief.

After reading the messages, it wasn't long until the aristocrat was filled with so many thoughts he didn't even hear the door open. "Bryan!" Robert stood up quickly wanting his bitbeast back this instant. He had waited for over an hour, such lateness was not called for. Even if he had used that time to re-read those messages but that wasn't the point. "Where is Griffolyon?" Robert glared at Bryan as he causally sauntered into the sitting room. Robert didn't quite know what to do with himself as Bryan sat down. Noticing it then, Bryan had a bag with bottles inside, he couldn't quite read the labels. What was that for?

"Here, I have a little deal for you." The voice in which Bryan used made Robert want to back away again. He was up to something, and that didn't mean that it was beneficial to Robert. All of a sudden Bryan stood up again and wandered over to the old cupboard and grabbed two relatively clean glass from it. "For every glass you drink - you get a part back." Spinning around Robert saw the cocky grin once again. So, Robert thought briefly, he was trying to intoxicate him? But what was the other glass for?

"A part? Do I have any choice in the matter if I want my bitbeast back?" At least he was quick to see the rules of this so called deal. Bryan hadn't really thought too hard on it however he would need to keep the part - Griffolyon - last to help entice the Rick-Kid to keep drinking. This would be amusing, Bryan wondered if Robert was the type to be completely depressed or the other end of the spectrum once he was drunk.

"No. Now start drinking." Robert made sure he was being supplied the drinks, mainly because he knew after so many he probably wouldn't be able to stand or even pour the drinks properly. It seemed as if Bryan was having a wonderful time, sipping some vodka as he watched one glass of wine turn into ten. It had taken most of Bryan's self control once he had given a measly screw as Robert's first part. Robert hadn't looked too happy.

"Only one more glass to drink...I'm surprised you haven't vomited." Frowning Robert turned to look at the other teenager, so he did remember everything: the bastard had been playing all along. Robert wasn't moving from his seat even though his own beyblade was now lying in pieces on the table. No doubt Bryan was going to steal a part he needed just to be spiteful.

"You-" A chuckle escaped Bryan as he watched Robert suddenly go into a fit of hiccups, "Bryan, leave." Still, the blader didn't actually believe that it would take a few words to get Bryan to leave the premises. Smirking to himself, Bryan began to pull at Robert hoping that he'd stand up. He wanted to watch this so-called proud blader to fall around like he was a stupid child.

"Stand up now. I want to see how legless you really are." Bryan's grip around Robert's arm increased as he continued to yank him up to his feet. However, seeing as Robert hadn't been on his feet for a good hour and drinking for such a time. Robert fell on his face as Bryan side stepped out of the way.

"You're so pathetic." Bryan hissed as he sat back down, gazing down at Robert as he slowly started to get up. First pushing himself up to a sitting position then grabbing onto the arm of the chair for support. He was not feeling too good at this - the entire room was spinning, and he was far too hot to think correctly. "Now, if I remember correctly, you asked me some questions..." Bryan smirked and stretched, this would be even more enjoyable.

"Go away." Robert batted the statement away with a hand as if it were a fly. Robert didn't want to be asked any questions, he didn't want to say anything to this monster. Perhaps he was going a little over board with how he perceived Bryan? No, of course not he had ultimately just blackmailed him into drinking. Oh if his parents saw him... Oh... His parents would be back soon.

"You're not getting away that easily." Bryan kicked the boy gently hoping to gain some reaction from him. Robert, who had slowly sank to the floor, finding it too difficult and nauseating to stand grumbled lowly. "Why did you stop trying? To push me off last night?" The Demolition Boy leaned closer wondering what the aristocrat was mumbling about, still he had plenty of time to ask questions - and even more awkward ones for him to answer.

"The guard, would have heard if I kept struggling." Bryan raised an eyebrow, was that all that was? His pride took a hit, and here he thought Robert was just trying to give in to his darker desires. Pity. He frowned, shaking his head: it was not a pity, it was a relief! At least he could get back to annoy the hell out of him without worrying about any... other emotions running around the place.

It was amusing to see how Robert suddenly jumped to his feet, to almost fall again once he heard the call of what Bryan believed was his parents. He was not going to let Robert get away from being caught like this, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. "What's going on here? Who are you?"

The woman wandered in at the back of a rather bulky looking man. He was wearing a grey suit - apparently to go with his silver hair. Bryan grinned when he saw disgust sweep over the older man's face. So he was going to take a guess and say this was Robert's father? "Your son's plastered." Bryan grabbed hold of Robert and shoved him in front, holding him up with two hand on his waist stopping him from losing his balance too quickly. The woman seemed to step forward, as if to stop the man from charging like a bull - and squinted her eyes at her son.

"Robert?" She frowned and looked back at Bryan, "Who are you?" She pondered over her husband's question, what was going on? Didn't Robert say he was no longer going to drink so carelessly because of what had happened in the past? Why had he chosen such a moment to be so disrespectful and disobedient.

Inside, Bryan was laughing hysterically: Robert would certainly know what it felt like to be embarrassed like he had now. Yet there was a silent demand in Bryan's head for an encore. "And look what I did." Roughly he pulled Robert's head to one side, the purple marks that littered his neck were completely visible in this light.

Both parents glanced and one another before the father began to yell, "Get out! And take him with you!" On the other hand, Robert couldn't do anything a part of him wanted to bow down on the floor and beg for them to forgive him, to forget what they had seen. Yet another part of him welcomed the anger which he saw on his father's face, it had been so long since he'd done anything to be as acknowledged by his own father.

Dragging Robert outside, Bryan's chuckling continued as he realised just how much shit Robert was really in. Now he'd definitely not do anything, like pull him up in the middle of the street on purpose to have his kicks. "You shouldn't humiliate me, or try to - it'll back fire on you, Rich-Kid." Robert was quickly shoved towards the wall which ran from the front door to the front gate. Robert felt sick beyond words and couldn't stop himself as he hurled over the side. He quickly wiped his mouth hoping it wouldn't be too obvious if his parents came outside.

Sinking back down to the cool and stable ground Robert sighed and leaned his head against the cool stone. Bryan irritated the Rick-Kid as he poked him in the side of the head with a finger, not giving him a minutes peace. Laughing wildly still, Bryan grinned and swatted down - the alcohol he had drank was starting to take affected now..."Thank you, Bryan." Bryan blinked and frowned - wait, what?

"What?" Robert smiled and shook his head. Had he just thanked Bryan? Well that was odd, shouldn't he be angry with him? There was a moment in which Robert chuckled to himself and a confused Bryan merely watched. Just as Bryan thought he'd defeated, deflated that large ego - Robert would do an odd action or say odd things.

Robert knew that his mother and father didn't even think he had been serious so many years ago when he said he might have liked men better than women. Alright he didn't like women at all, in that way. Of course with anyone he brought home, his parents would laugh it off: apparently Robert had paid them to act like that. At least this way it seemed to be thrown in there faces and actually taunted. No wonder his father was so... pissed. He wouldn't need to have to really come out to them, nor would he need to stand the awkward silence or watch as both his parents struggled for something to say. Or yell.

Bryan froze when the aristocrat kneeled, and leant forward: grasping his shoulders. "He's really old fashioned. He'll probably despise you most out of everyone." Robert muttered before almost collapsing into Bryan. The Demolition Boy put his hands out slightly so he wouldn't be flattened by the other. He ended up with a hand on one of Robert's broad shoulders and another on his waist hoping that he wouldn't quite fall on him like that again.

"That's it, Robert get here now," The father had reappeared armed with what looked like a belt. Bryan frowned slightly at the image until mentally he was grabbed back to a nightmare. The gravel in he was sitting on turned to solid stone, the house turned to a mere door and all around him turned into stone wall: the father in front turned into Boris, laughing with glowing red eyes. Bryan grabbed onto Robert as if his life depended on it. For the first time in a long while the thought of someone like Boris scared him.

He felt Bryan suddenly tense, subconsciously holding Robert even tighter. What was going on? Why was Bryan of all people suddenly hugging him? Not letting him go to his father to get his so called punishment. In all honesty he'd never been hit apart from one time where he had run out onto the road when he was very young. After one hit Robert and sworn that he would never want to feel such pain again and stayed on good terms with his father. Apart from now.

"Bryan?" Robert slowly pulled away to see the confusion on Bryan's face. He was frowning lightly, eyes unblinking towards Robert's father and mouth open taking long deep breaths as if trying to keep control of himself. Glancing down and staring at Bryans' lips wasn't what Robert had intended to do nor was it thinking of what a more sober kiss would feel like from Bryan. A sudden wave of guilt and shame filled Robert and he forced himself to look the opposite way, down to the front gate.

'He looks like Boris...' Bryan tensed and quickly stood up, hauling Robert up as well. He didn't like that guy, he gave off the same aura as those other old guys who thought they were the crème de la crème. "Come on, Rich-Kid." Bryan muttered and slowly backed off, however it looked as if the father was now being restrained by what looked like the petite woman. The illusion of Boris and the Abbey shattered as Robert's father was slowly pulled inside by his wife.

"Hmm...Greenhouse is down there." Robert slurred, "It'll be warmer." Bryan grunted and started to walk quickly, almost dragging Robert harshly behind him. The boy could barely keep up as he stumbled and swayed in the badly lit alley. It was lucky that Bryan had been out on the streets for a few years, seeing as Robert forgot where the key to the green house was.

Both of them stepped inside and were greeted with a comfortable heat. This green house could very well be two rooms, a few plants were spread out on each table, some looked rather exotic and bulky. Others were merely vegetable plants that were being cared for. Bryan wandered among the rows and columns of tables glancing on occasion back at the comatose Robert who was sitting on the floor yet again.

Robert shuddered when he saw the rain starting to fall again. The glass windows provided the scene of the rain running from the very roof to the ground as it ran down the support beams. Robert smiled, as he slowly sat down. He remembered he would always come here if he had been annoyed by his mother - she would rarely come in here. After all it was the maid who usually appreciated this green house more than anyone else.

The phone rang and Bryan rolled his eyes as he answered it. Unknowingly to him, Robert was slowly making himself stand. "Tala?" Bryan frowned when he looked up, the rule was five minutes to get there. It was possible so long as he managed to flag down a cab. "Yeah, I'll-" There was a tap on his shoulder and Bryan turned to face a very bored looking Robert.

"What'd you want?" Bryan hissed, what was he doing anyway? Shouldn't he be sitting down and moping about how his family was now ripped apart? However, Robert made no answer to that as he instantly went for the phone, "Whoa!" Bryan took a few quick steps back. What was that all about? "What the hell are you-?" Bryan raged, but was interrupted as his feet fell over what felt like a misplaced plant pot or conveniently placed plant pot as Robert pushed him hard.

As soon as Bryan made contact with the ground, Robert grabbed the phone from his hand and turned the phone off, then launched it to the other side of the room. "Stop being so pathetic." Robert couldn't believe that Bryan of all people was actually thinking about leaving this warm, dry greenhouse just so Tala could have his fun. "It's almost painful to watch." He muttered to himself.

"What...?" Bryan's brain had decided to stop working for a moment, possibly because Robert was sitting on him. He shouldn't have given this boy alcohol at all. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing anymore. However, Robert could feel himself want to slap that confused look from Bryan's face.

"Why are you willing to go out into the rain just to get home? What does Tala sacrifice for you?" Bryan narrowed his eyes at that. What, how did Robert of all people know about Tala? Surely it was just one of those secrets the group kept to themselves. He was sure that Spencer knew about the deal, seeing as he would appear out of no where and disappear after asking Bryan how much he'd had to drink lately. Ian, well he'd had a rather large argument with the redhead - who knew where he was.

"How do you know about me and Tala?" Robert rolled his eyes, perhaps he shouldn't have started this conversation. It would be rude if he suddenly came out with 'I read the messages Tala sent you.' No, he couldn't say that to an extent. Bryan appeared to have taken an extreme interest in how and propped himself up on his elbows glaring at Robert. He had best watch what he was saying.

"Tala and I." He corrected, "I'm rich, money makes the world turn. I can find anything out, about anyone." He muttered and frowned when Bryan suddenly exploded into a fit of rage. There was no way someone could be that nosy without trying to cause trouble. Bryan hissed and shoved the other boy away not worrying as Robert yelped as his head hit of a leg of a table.

"You...bastard!" Bryan yelled, he'd never believed he'd be so angry in his life, what was this? Why did he feel betrayed? "What the hell do you know!" He kicked the boy would was still on the floor, another groan of pain escaped Robert. He couldn't help but back away from the enraged Bryan. "You nosey shit!" A table was turned over, and the few plants were thrown to the floor.

"I don't care what you think." Robert had managed to scramble to his feet with nerves saving him from another drunken fall, "Stay out of it!" Bryan punched the boy in the jaw - who at the moment couldn't necessarily feel it seeing as the adrenaline and alcohol were keeping such pain at bay. "You don't know shit about me." Bryan yelled in Robert's face.

He'd been backed up into a corner, with Robert feeling rather vulnerable at the towering, pissed off, Bryan leaning just a little too close. "Just like you know nothing of me." Robert muttered. He didn't want to yell at Bryan: he was scared in case he really was beaten to the colour of his hair. He had his honour but he wasn't stupid to anger Bryan further.

"You can't even imagine what I've went through." Bryan breathed out slowly, the lack of oxygen from all of his shouting had caused his head to feel light. He was still glaring at Robert as he watched the boy squirm against the glass, Robert thought for a minute that Bryan might actually push him through it.

"You think you can belittle my pain - to make you feel better about your own pitiful situation?" It was as if Robert was cowering, looking away with his shoulders hunched. He felt sorry for Bryan, having to through being used by Tala, apparently a person he was willing to defeat no matter what was said about him.

Leaning in again towards his neck, Bryan made sure to make Robert squirm. "Bryan, no." Robert muttered a little unsure of what exactly was happening. The repeat of the attack never came, however a hand came to grip Robert's throat. Robert didn't know quite what to do, his body welcomed the extra heat but not the constriction which the hand was creating. Instinctively his own hands gripped Bryan's wrist trying to slacken the boy's hold.

The phone, which had been thrown away rang again. So, knowing that Robert wouldn't be able to beat him, Bryan quickly let go of the other blader and went off in search of the phone. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Bryan to answer and a familiar voice to suddenly fill the silence, "You don't need come here: I don't need you anymore."

In other words he'd either got some fan off the street or he'd just done it himself. Bryan glared at the phone as he threw it away himself. Why did he feel so damn angry? It wasn't the first nor would be the last that Tala would call again and say that his services were no longer required. Perhaps he wanted it to wrong, what Robert had been saying - that Tala wasn't using him... Still now it was obvious, blatantly so that Bryan couldn't lie to himself anymore.

He placed his back to the glass and before he knew what he was doing was sitting on the floor: legs extended out. "I hate him." Bryan muttered to himself, why was it that the Demolition Boys had been isolated, only to be thrown on their own. At first they clung together not knowing how to even start a conversation with others. Now, now all Bryan wanted to do was meet anyone apart from Tala.

Robert had crawled under a table, mainly because it was the much quicker route to the upset looking Bryan. Still he didn't quite trust himself to walk round the table. The silver-haired blader glanced up, an awkward staring match begun. They couldn't exactly leave when it was raining so heavily, they couldn't exactly talk as if they were on the best terms.

It had meant to be a form of comfort, and Robert did mean it in the best way possible even if it did come over a little peculiar. Robert had in fact straddled the other boys thighs. "You are allowed to hate Tala, you know that, surely?" Bryan just stared up at him with a blank expression. Alcohol appeared to make Robert a little friendlier too, at that moment Bryan thought about speaking with the sober Robert about this little display. He wondered what the other would make of it.

Bryan wanted to push him off, beat the living crap out of him... Bryan wanted to cause Robert so much pain - and yet his entire being was waging war on itself. Half of him wanted to hug the boy, say that he actually relieved that someone other than himself knew what was going on. Of course he knew he was being used, he just would rather be used than ignored by Tala. Bryan bowed his head: how did Robert understand where he was coming from? Why did he know what to say? He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, even if he had rehearsed what he was saying, he was drunk...

The part of him that was still loyal to Tala began to beat at his mind, he shouldn't be sitting here - he should have ran as quickly as possible to Tala. He was being stupid sitting here with the Rich-Kid. He was being selfish, after all Tala had done a lot in the Abbey, to help him. Where was his respect? How could he do - Bryan blinked once he felt Robert's forehead rest against his shoulder.

Now that Bryan thought about it: Tala had been calling him a little more than often. Perhaps he was annoyed at Bryan for going near anyone else other than him? Was he jealous? Or just being possessive of his own territory, after all Tala did say the only reason why he was living with him was because he didn't want Spencer or Ian near him with they couldn't provide some entertainment.

Did Robert know every detail of what went on between him and Tala? Or was it all just some bluff? Bryan shivered slightly, a few months ago he would have never believed to actually have any feelings towards the him. Nor did he think Tala would make such an odd deal: I'll sleep with you only if you're drunk, after all - you can't have any feelings for someone who can't even stand up on their own. Bryan loved alcohol after that... Tala was relieved of any sexual frustration and Bryan got free booze and a roof over his head. So when did it start? Those emotions of happiness and heaven forbid feelings.

"You stink..." Bryan muttered when he breathed in a somewhat unpleasant smell of sick, that would no doubt be because of what he had done earlier. It was a definite way to stop Bryan from kissing him again, "...and you look terrible." Bryan glared at Robert who just was smirking to himself again as if he were away in his own world. Bryan was right, a bruise was already forming on his jaw a small trail of blood over his lip and chin.

"I don't know if you noticed, but all of those things are your fault." His forehead rested back against Bryan's shoulder. For a moment Robert was unsure on whether or not he could move, Bryan was so warm. His limbs felt too heavy and sluggish to move, he was pretty content with staying where he was. That was if Bryan let him stay where he was.

"Aren't you going to run away again?" Bryan muttered, he wondered if Robert even knew what he was doing. After having built up such a resistance to alcohol Bryan was still fairly sober even if he had had a couple of glasses to drink. He could still see reason, which he supposed benefitted the drunk Robert.

"I'm sitting rather comatose-d at this time." Robert grumbled, he knew if Bryan shoved him off then, he'd probably be unable to do anything about it. At current his head felt like it weighted a little more than it should and it was taking a lot of strain trying to keep it up - his neck would no doubt be sore tomorrow morning along with other parts of himself. Like his jaw...

Robert was sure that he was going to fall asleep, the wine had made him relaxed and somewhat carefree again. He felt a cool finger run down his neck - Bryan must have been checking what he'd done. Robert groaned and tried to shrug off the hand, "Did you get made fun of?" It was noticeable and seeing as Robert was one of those fine standing young gentlemen or whatever the hell that old man kept referring him to - he must have been picked on about such marks.

The slow nod made Bryan snort finding it rather amusing that he had been, "Good." He hissed. A quick yank of Bryan's chin and he was resting against Bryan's opposite shoulder, allowing him one thing. The other side of Robert's neck. Debating on it, Bryan believed this was the least that Robert could do for him. Seeing as he had stopped him from getting to Tala for sex and all.

"I dislike you so greatly right now..." Robert muttered as he felt Bryans' lips touch his neck again. Now he'd need to wear a scarf... Robert surprisingly did nothing this time, only shifting his weight on occasion - Bryan was somewhat disappointed. Had he lost the will to even argue? Where was the fun in that?

However, Robert had been thinking about what he really could do in such a situation to get back at Bryan. Robert's humiliation would never end with these marks on him. How could he get back at Bryan for such a thing? There was only one real idea that was probably influenced by being so close to Bryan, and having so much wine. The idea was mainly a phrase his father used to tell him whenever he looked down upon someone: in turn his father would look down upon him for doing so. 'Have a taste of your own medicine.' "What are you doing?" Bryan frowned when Robert started pawing at his jacket and T-shirt underneath.

"Regaining some pride." Bryan froze as he felt the aristocrat begin to do what he had just been up to. It was unusual to feel such a sensation, Tala had said he did not want any bruises or scratches so Bryan never done anything nor got anything too much in return in that department. So the sudden feel of teeth and tongue was certainly welcomed. Now there were only three options Bryan could think of: one push him off and tell him to disappear, two get back to what he had been doing to his neck or three... jump him.

Author's Note: Well, it seems that these chapters are getting longer and longer. I think I'll keep them around 3,000-4,000 words: just so people's eyes don't die on me. O.o If you can spare a few minutes, drop a little review: if not I'll see you on the next update! :)