Authors Note: I'm gunna do a little something different with this story. Since I'm writing in almost all 1st person from Amanda's POV ((well mine since I'm using myself in the story)), I can't really write anything for the rest of the characters. Like what they're doing in another room, or what their thoughts are or anything. So there will be a few places where I will write as one of the characters, but not as them in first person. Sometimes you'll be able to know who it is I'm writing for, and sometimes not until later.

I got to have a little fun with this chapter just because I don't want to rush into the scene that's coming up later in the next chapter ((or the one after that)). That's also probably why it took a little while to get it up. I had to think of a whole chapter without knowing what I wanted to write! This whole chapter is off the top of my head without any knowing what I wanted to happen! So it might be a little boring… maybe… idk. Haha! Now, without any further babbling, here is chapter 4!

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Previously: My eyes closed shut, and sleep came quickly. I was tired from lack of sleep, blood loss from Szayel's needs, and all the excitement today. Tomorrow would be another day, with more adventures. And hopefully they would be good.

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He listened closely outside the new girl's room, debating if he should enter. There had been no orders to see her. There had been no orders to speak to her. But he, for some reason, felt as if he should check on her. Each time he passed the door of this room, he almost always stopped and looked at it for a second, before walking away. There was a strange feeling inside him every time he saw this girl, and he had no idea what it was or what it meant. It was unnatural for him to feel something like this. But he didn't let that stop him now.

Placing a hand on the door, he paused for a second; listening again before taking any further steps. He didn't hear anything. Was she even inside? There was only one way to find out. He sighed to himself; calming himself down, fully turned the door knob and took a couple steps. That's when he thought of something which caused him to stop in his tracks. What was he going to say to her for being there? He had no reason to be there whatsoever, but there wasn't nothing that could be done now. He had already opened the door and walked inside.

When he shut the door, it was quiet and nothing stirred. He was sure that by his random appearance there would be at least a gasp from the one inside, but there wasn't anything at all. He scanned his eyes across the room; looking for any life. It was very dark and cold inside the room. The moonlight that casted down in the center of the room didn't light up anything except that one spot. He narrowed his eyes, trying to search hard for any objects to catch his eye. Then he did. Over to the left of him, he spotted the couch, and on that couch was the girl; sound asleep.

Hesitantly, he proceeded to take a few more steps forward to make his way over there. All the time doing so, he was thinking to himself: "What if she wakes up? What I'm I to say?" As he approached, he let his eyes look her over. She was so perfect. Her skin a perfect complexion, her shoulder-length brunette hair was long and flowing, and her lips looked sweet as could be. But something was wrong. The expression on her face was not peaceful one bit. He looked her over again and realized she was shivering. He closed his eyes and thought for a second. If he did anything she will eventually want to figure out who it was. What if she found out it was him? What problems would that cause?

But he couldn't stand seeing her like this. The feelings inside him were getting to his head and he had to fix this. He gradually left the room, but was back in an instant with something in his arms. He was quick to make sure that no one noticed him doing so. It would be utterly the worst thing if he had been caught doing this out of no orders. Acting upon his own thoughts was out of the question. He was loyal and not a rule-breaker. So why was he doing this?

His steps toward the sleeping girl were quiet and soft, like a feather floating to the ground. In his hands, he grasped a blanket he had fetched from a storage spot in his very own room. He had no use for it, and this girl did. Gently, without any sudden movements, he let the blanket open to its full length; the soft sound of it unfolding filling the area. He lowered it onto the couch just below the girl's feet and cautiously let land on top of her shaking body. Within seconds of it hitting her, the girl began to stop moving; the sudden warmth of the blanket taking effect.

He took a sudden step back, ready to quickly leave, as the girl began to move again. But to his gratitude, she had only grabbed the blanket and pulled it up closer to her body; still very much asleep. He let out a sigh. Every little move she made could be her waking up, and that would be the end of him. He stood there standing still just watching her as she slept. Her body much warmer now, she settled into a nice spot and relaxed. Just watching her made the feelings inside him scream. They were growing each time he saw her and that hadn't been a lot. For something like this to happen so quickly was odd. Not just for him, but in general. She hadn't even been here a full day and things were being stirred around inside his mind. But what was it? What was his mind and body trying to tell him? Nothing like this had ever happened before, and he was unsure of how to react to it.

Then out of nowhere, he did something that he himself never saw coming. It happened so quickly in his mind that at first he wasn't sure if he had actually done it or not. Without thinking about what could happen if she were wake right then, he slowly leaned over her and lowered his head close to her forehead. Was he really going to do this? His body was strongly telling him not to, but his feelings were getting the best of him again. His lips just inches away from her skin, he could feel the heat from it. It was so intimidating; seeming to call his name to come closer. With one graceful move, his carefully pressed his cold lips to her forehead. Her skin was so soft and warm. He was aching for more, but he couldn't. He was suddenly stopped by his worst fear.

The girl began to move. And not to shift positions. She was beginning to wake up.

His cold lips to her delicate skin must have woken her. Swiftly, he gathered himself together and dashed out of there in one quick movement; the door not even making a sound as he left.

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Something disrupted my sleep as I lay on the couch. I stretched my arms and opened my eyes to see what it was. But as my eyes scanned the area around me, there was nothing to find. Just the same old empty room I was left in all alone. Something was different though. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but as soon as I began to move I realized it. I wasn't cold anymore. And… and I was now covered by a blanket? Where did it come from? How did it get here? W-who brought it? Certainly not the sexta or the quinta. Neither of them would have done something nice like this. Could it have been Szayel? No, he was working on how to get me home. Azien maybe? I shuttered at the thought of him doing that ever since Szayel had spoken to me about what he thought. Either way, I was glad whoever it was did it. I was able to rest up pretty well.

But that's not what woke me up. It was something totally different. I brought my hand up to my forehead and rubbed it. I had felt something cold placed in that spot, but what in the world could it have been? It didn't feel like any type of object I could think of, but rather something like... no. That couldn't be it. There was no way anyone would have kissed me there… was there? Another shutter ran down my body as names filled my head. I could almost swear that I felt the presence of someone else in the room just a second ago before I fully awoke as well. Whoever it was, they didn't want me finding out. But why?

It couldn't have been Grimmjow or Nnoitra. They would have just either woke me up while in the process of the kiss or at least would have still been in the room after I was awake just so they could have more fun. So I could probably rule them off the list. Aizen. No. NO. I would not let that thought enter my mind again. Plus, the lips that touched my skin felt… much smaller and timid than his would most likely be. Uhg! This was going to drive me nuts if I couldn't find out who did it.

Without wanting to cause myself anymore stress on the situation, I decided it was time I got up. I could never know what time it was in this place because the moon almost always shined through into my room. I have got to get some sort of clock or something. If I don't, I'm gunna be screwed whenever I get back home. I'll be so out of wack!

I had gotten up at the perfect time though. As I sat up and stretched once again, I heard to quiet knock on my door; one that wouldn't have woke me up if I was still asleep, but I could hear if I was up. I sighed as I got up from my spot and walked toward the door. I was still a little tired, so my way to the door wasn't the quickest. The knock at the door came again when I didn't answer the first time, but it was a tad louder than before. I picked up my speed a bit and reached for the handle. Upon opening it, I came across Szayel holding a pretty good sized box.

"Good morning." He gave a slight nod of the head to me and I did the same in reply. At least I now knew it was morning. Or whatever they had for a "morning" in Heuco Mundo.

My eyes left his and went to the box. I scrunched up my eyebrows as I tried to think what might be in the box. "What's that for?"

"It's some stuff for you." He smiled. "May I come in?"

Without words, I stepped aside from the door, and allowed him inside. He went straight over to the couch and set the box on the center cushion. Before he could begin to explain to me what the box was for, he noticed the blanket and pointed to it while turning to face me.

I just shrugged as I came over to the couch and sat back down on it.

"You didn't have that before I sent you back here yesterday, did you?"

"Nope." I shook my head, looking at the blanket with confusion. "I have no idea how it got here, or when. I just remember falling asleep here," I motioned to the spot I was sitting at. "And then waking up with it."

It was his turn to furrow his brow in wonder. "Hmm." Was his reply. "Well, anyways." He sat down on the opposite side of the box and placed a hand on the top. "Inside here are a few things that you may acquire while you stay here. It ranges from items of clothing to accessories."

"Clothes?" I wasn't sure what they might be like considering what everyone was wearing here. I couldn't decide if I thought it would be cool to wear something like they do or if it wouldn't be.

"Yes. And they're not what you're thinking probably. What we ware is almost strictly for us. Azien had Hannible and I get together to come up with some things. Seeing as she is a girl, we all thought that it was best that she would do the creation of most of them."

I smiled. It was nice of her to do that. I still hadn't met her, but I certainly wanted to now. "And what role did you play in this?" I giggled.

"Oh um," he paused for a second, taking his hand off the box and placing it in his lap with his other hand. "I just helped with the sewing." He didn't look at me when he said that, and I could tell he was hiding a bit more to this.

"And?" I pushed, smirking to myself.

He looked at me with a mixed look of worry and confusion. And he knew that I could tell he was hiding the rest of the story. "Fine." He sighed loudly, but brought a slight shy smile to his lips. "I helped with some, some, of the ideas for the clothing." He then let his eyes meet mine.

"Aww. How cute." I teased.

He rolled his eyes a bit but kept his smile. Then he stood up from his spot. "Well, I'll leave you to this stuff. I better be off now."

"A meeting I suppose?" I looked up at him and he nodded.

"Farwell." He turned around and walked out the door.

Well I could rule him out for being the one to bring me the blanket and/or the kiss.

I brought my legs up underneath me as I turned toward the box that was beside me. I took my hands and opened it up. Szayel was right. It did range from clothes to accessories. Inside I found some rather nice, surprisingly, clothing that I could actually see myself wearing. And it wasn't all in white as well. There were a couple spaghetti straps that came in colors from black to blue to green. Then there were a few pairs of nicely put together jeans. I never would have thought they would have something like this hear. But then again, I never would have thought I would actually be here in the first place. Aside from finding clothing, there were also some toiletry items as well. Toothbrushes equip with toothpaste, a hairbrush, deodorant, and even a few hair ties were there. I smiled as I searched through the box, feeling a lot more at "home" than I did the other day.

I took the toiletry items in my hand and placed them in certain spots on the counter of the bathroom. They had to be in the right spot or else it would drive me nuts. Whenever I was in a different place, as in not at home, I always had to have everything in its correct placing. My area would always be very neat around me, and nothing out of place. At my actual house though? Psh. That was a totally different story. Hello tornado room! I swear. I can't keep that thing clean for more than five seconds. There wasn't much room in this bathroom, so it was hard to find a spot for everything, but I eventually got it to where I was happy.

Next I went back to the box to see if there was anything in it. And there was. In the bottom was a rather small, but nice sized, pillow. Thank God for that. My head and neck hurt after using the couch arm for the couple times I've fallen asleep on it. Underneath that pillow was a blanket. I already had one, thanks for a mystery person, but I could always use another one. It was a pure black blanket made out of what I don't know. All I knew is that it wasn't the heaviest. The one I already had with me on the couch was much better.

I decided to keep all the clothes, except one pair that I would wear today, inside the box. There wasn't any other place I could keep them seeing that I had a room full of nothing. Which totally sucked. But hey, I guess this was better than living in a box itself. I pulled out the black spaghetti strap shirt and a nice pair of jeans; similar to the ones I was wearing already.

Before I was going to take off anything I had on, I looked around the area. I wanted to make sure I had absolutely no one else in here with me. Since I had already had someone in here without knowing it; even though I was asleep, they were excellent about not waking me. So far I didn't see anything. I didn't even hear anything. So I felt safe enough to change. I slipped off the shirt I had on and folded it and placed it in the box. Then I put on the black new shirt. It fit me perfectly. I wondered why Szayel needed so many answers from me the other day. So this must have been part of it. Next I took the jeans out and replaced the ones I had on with the new pair. Those too fit just right. I was thankful that they had done this because it would have sucked having to wear the same thing day after day after day…

I finished my morning routine with brushing my teeth, combing my hair out, and fixing up some items still in the box. But then I realized something. I couldn't do anything else. I was stuck here in this room until someone said I could leave. I sighed loudly as I plopped myself back onto the couch, letting my arms fall over the back of it; bouncing off the back a couple times. All I could do was just sit there, staring at the ceiling, hoping that someone would come to the door. Anyone at all; even if it was Grimmjow. At least that would give me someone to bug, therefore doing anything else than just sitting here.

My wishing for someone to come didn't come anytime soon. I must have been in there for over two hours with nothing to do. Scratch that. Almost nothing to do. I was able to try and make out pictures on the walls with my imagination, and able to hum songs to myself. If I only had my purse with me the day I got here. Then I would have been able to entertain myself with ipod or phone. Although I'm almost positive that my phone would be of no use for calling or texting, but at least it would give me something to play with. Right now all I had was air in my hands. Not really much fun there.

Another hour or two must have gone by when I could hear footsteps outside my door. I could hear a couple people whispering to each other, and one of them sounded like they didn't want to be there.

"Just ask her." I heard a female voice first. It must be Hannible.

"No." It was a muffled reply, like they were speaking with their mouth still shut.

"Don't have me go tell everyone that you think she-" she was cut off suddenly by her partner, who apparently agreed to do whatever it was she wanted them to do. I wished she could have finished her sentence, but whoever she was with, didn't want it getting out.

Without any other words spoken, I waited for the knock. As soon as it was there, I raced over to the door; thankful I had some company.

But when I opened the door, I instantly wanted to slam it shut.

"Grimmjow…" I spoke his name in a cold hard tone, clenching my teeth together as I stared him in the eyes. But there was something different this time. He didn't have the look of hatred on his face this time I saw him. Grant it, it was still there yes. But he seemed to be a little more comfortable with seeing me. It was either that, or he was being forced to act "nice."

I was right about the female though. Hannible rolled her eyes and jabbed Grimmjow in the side.

"AH! What!?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and then looked at me with softer eyes. "Grimmjow would like to ask you something… wouldn't you Grimmjow?" She went right back to glaring at him.

"Ch," he glance at his feet, not really wanting to make eye contact with me again, but did anyways. "Not really."

She kicked him in the leg this time; hard. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. This was pretty entertaining to ask. I just leaned up against my doorframe, waiting for his question that Hannible wanted him to ask.

"Ouch!" He snapped his leg away from her; stepping to the side a bit. "What's your problem!?"

"Ask." She demanded.

"Ugh." He looked right at me and spoke unwillingly, annoyed, and carelessly. "Our meeting is done, and we are free to do whatever we like. And… some of the guys and us are starting up a game. Wanna join?"

"Oh my, aren't we enthusiastic." I joked. I could tell that Hannible was smiling from my comment, but Grimmjow on the other hand, just look his eyes away from mine and landed them back to his feet.

"What game?"

Grimmjow didn't reply. Instead, Hannible did.

"Pool."

An instant confused look on my face appeared. "P-pool?" They seriously had something like a pool table here??? ….sweet!!

"Yes, pool." Grimmjow growled. "Haven't you humans ever heard of it?"

"Duh." I glared at him still. "And I can kick your ass at it too I bet."

He looked up at me and smirked. "You're on."

He was suddenly gone and out of sight. I looked and Hannible and both she and I laughed as I began to follow her down the hallway.

"So," she began a small conversation with me. "You seriously think you can beat him at pool?" He glanced down at me.

"Oh I don't think I can, I know I can." I made an evil smile and giggled. I loved pool and was extremely good at it once I started going at it.

"I take it you've played before then."

"Many times."

The rest of the walk was done without talking. We came to a new set of doors I hadn't been to yet and I was eager to see more of this place. She walked up to it and opened it up, letting me enter before her. Once inside I looked around to see what was inside, and I was shocked. It was very well lit, not like the rest of the rooms I had been to so far. There was a couple tables to the right close to the wall, a large sofa with plenty of room for them to all sit at, and then in the center of the room, under a rather large light structure, was the pool table. A very nice one at that.

Besides just seeing what was in the room, I also looked at who was in there as well. There wasn't a lot, but I could still name each one of them. Stark was lying over on the sofa being his usual lazy self. Yammy and Zommari were over at one of the tables talking to each other about something, and Ulquiorra was sitting nearby those two just listening in on their conversation. Then there was Grimmjow and Nnoitra over by the pool table with the sexta sitting on top of it; one leg draped over the side and the other bent up so he could rest his arm on it.

No one in the room really noticed my entrance because I had come in with Hannible, but that all changed as soon as Nnoitra opened his mouth.

"Yo! New girl! What do you think you're doing here, eh?" He didn't sound pleased. I take it he was one of the many who didn't agree with me being alive still.

That's when everyone looked. And out of natural instinct, I looked back at all the new eyes on me. Once I made eye contact with Ulquiorra though, he suddenly looked away as if he was embarrassed about something. What was with him? He was being so much stranger than what I knew of him in the show. But I couldn't think about that now. I had some asses to kick at pool.

I walked over confidently to the pool table where the two espada mingled at; the annoyance on Nnoitra's face growing larger and larger the closer I got.

"I'm here because I was told I could be. What you going to do about it?" I smirked at him.

"I've invited her." Grimmjow suddenly spoke. I wasn't expecting him to actually admit he had done so. But then again, he was kinda forced to do so anyways. It wasn't like it mattered who invited me or not really. Or did it?

"You!?" Nnoitra laughed. "Why would you do something like that!? Oh wait, wait, wait. Let me guess. You have a crush on the little brat!" the quinta said very loudly that the surrounding bystanders quickly turned their attention our way to see if that was true.

"Would you just shut the fuck up, retard!" Grimmjow got down from his spot at the table as Nnoitra still continued to poke fun at him. "Let's just get this started."

"Get what started?" Nnoitra looked lost as he switched glances between the blue haired man and myself. Then he started to figure it out as I walked over to get a pool stick. "She's going to play!?"

"And kick you guys' ass!"

"Hah!" He pointed to me. "We'll see about that. Who's against you first then? Me? Or him?" he looked at Grimmjow, who was now leaning on the table with his elbows looking very bored.

"Well," I thought for a second. "I think I can still beat you guys even if I take on both of you at the same time."

"Hn." Grimmjow stood up and stood in front of me. "Start it up then." He said with a cocky tone in his voice.

And with that. Our game began.

I took my pool stick and walked around to the edge of the table, not letting my eyes leave Grimmjow. I had my own cocky smile on my face and glared at him while I walked. I knew I was good at this game, and couldn't wait to show them what I got. I should be making a bet against this game, but I know with whoever won, Grimmjow and Nnoitra wouldn't keep their end of the bet. So it would be pointless to make one.

The pool balls were already set up and ready to go, so I only had to take the cue ball and place it in front. Only then did I take my eyes off Grimmjow to focus on my work. I wasn't going to lose and I knew it before anything started. I leaned over the table, getting ready to hit the ball.

"Oh and by the way," I glanced up from my current position. "I haven't played in three years."

At that moment, the two guys high fived each other. "We totally got this game."

I laughed to myself, and went back to the game. I was ready to hit the ball when Nnoitra spoke.

"Miss!" Nnoitra whispered with his hands on the sides of his mouth.

I glanced up at him with irritated eyes. "Oh yeah?" I said that right as I hit the cue ball and watched the colors on the table go in different directions. Not just one, but three of the solid colors went into a hole. I smiled to myself, knowing this game was mine from the beginning.

I looked up to see the expressions on my two challengers. They were in complete and udder shock; they mouths wide open as they exchanged glances.

A few others in the room looked up from what they were doing and started to take interest in what was happening. Grimmjow didn't sound very happy by the likes of what was going on, so it might be interesting to take a look. Even Ulquiorra got up from his spot, wanting to see the results.

"W-what…h-how… that's not…." Grimmjow couldn't find the words to put together. "What the hell! 'I haven't played in three years' my ass! You liar!" He slammed his hands down on the table, causing some of the balls to shift spots.

"My my." I teased. "Are we a little upset?" I walked toward him and made my way around him, eyeing him all the while. He clenched his teeth and sneered at me. "It's just a game, big boy." I giggled and went to take my place in order to hit another ball.

Nnoitra started to snicker in the background; laughing at Grimmjows frustration.

"Shut the fuck up, Nnoitra! This is your game too!"

"Yes but, dude… she's right!" He came up to his "buddy" and put a hand on the sexta's shoulder. "It's only a game."

The blue haired name just snorted and removed his hands from the table while I took another shot. Again, more balls went the way clicking across the table and each found a whole to be placed in. As much as Grimmjow didn't want to admit it, he agreed that the girl was right. It was just a game. But he didn't care. He was being beat by a human. And not just a human, but a human girl! How could he let that happen!?

Eventually, after a couple more hits and scores, I didn't get a ball in and allowed Grimmjow to take his turn at it. He picked out his spot around the table and sat on the corner of it with the pool stick in front of the cue ball. He had it behind his back, ready to strike the ball, when I just couldn't resist saying something to him.

"Ooo, getting fancy now are we?"

He smacked the stick down behind him on the table. "Would you just shut it!? My God you're annoying!"

I laughed to myself; loving every moment of seeing him get more irritated. Of course it probably wasn't the best thing to be joking around like this with him knowing he already hated my guts, but there was just something that told me it was ok to keep teasing; something that kept telling me that he wasn't going to hurt me. And I trusted my gut, so I kept doing it.

I didn't speak up much after that, letting him satisfy himself in the game. He was pretty good at it too. Each ball he went for, he almost got it every time. Although I was supposed to be taking on both Grimmjow and Nnoitra, the quinta had decided to sit this one out and just enjoy watching this unfold before him. It was quite entertaining.

All the time we played, I always felt eyes on me. Yes, there were others watching us now, but that wasn't it. I could feel a certain pair of eyes on me; watching my every more. It made me a tad uncomfortable, but I could let it bug me. I wanted to know who it was though. So each time I missed, I would glance around, hoping to cross views with that one persons contact. Maybe if I did, I would instantly know who it was. I noticed something after a while of trying to find who it was though. When I looked around, I never saw Ulquiorra looking at me. He always placed his eyes back toward the table or to somewhere else in the room. That's when I knew. It was him who kept watching me. It was that same stare I had felt when he came into the room during Szayels "testing" with me. But why? Why was he so… afraid to let me notice him looking at me? Why would it matter, and why would he even care?

I kept looking at him while I thought about all this. But that didn't last too long.

"Your turn!"

The sound of Grimmjow's growling voice snapped me out of my thoughts. But just as I was about to take my eyes off my watcher, Ulquiorra glanced up to meet my eyes. I thought that once I made contact with him I would feel better, but I didn't. I felt like I was being shot down and blasted into the ground once he looked at me. His expression on his face changed ever so slightly from a casual look to a more darting look. He didn't like the fact I had been looking at him apparently.

"Hey YOU!"

"What!? I'm going, I'm going!" I growled back at him. I took my eyes off the quarto and went back to the game, totally losing my grip at winning it.

The game finally came to an end with Grimmjow being the victorious winner; cocky in every way when he realized he had beat me. But I didn't care. I was too fixated on something else. I could hear the sexta saying in the background "hah! Look who the winner is!" and "Thought you could beat me, eh? Well, you were wrong!" and "You never stood a chance." But I totally ignored him as I set my eyes back toward the pale skinned man. When I did, in almost instantaneously closed his eyes to look away from me. What was with him?

I put my pool stick down and left my spot; the sexta not even caring or realizing. I stared to make my way over to the one who insisted on only staring at me behind my back. I needed to know what his intentions were from this. As I made my way closer, I heard someone enter through the doors and into the room. I turned my attention toward the door, as did everyone else in the room. It was Aizen.

"Ulquiorra." He spoke calmly.

'No.' I thought. 'Not right now!'

I turned my head again; ready to continue my way over to the quarto when my body froze. Ulquiorra had already begun to make his way out of the room and was passing by me; rather close to my surprise. As he did, everything seemed to go into slow motion; letting me see every movement he made as he passed. The instant he walked by, his right arm graced against my left arm very slightly. But that's not what surprised me. The moment his arm touched mine, I was given eye contact for a brief moment. His emerald eyes looking me straight into my blue ones; sending a message. I couldn't read that message though. He was so hard to read because of no emotions. But deep within those eyes, I could sense something. Pain. But why was that the only thing I picked up on out of so many things he could have given me? Why the pain?

I was left standing there alone to think as he continued on out the door. I couldn't move; lost in thought. This day had started off with some strange events. But little did I know, it was about to get even worse.

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Authors Note: Sorry for the crappy ending. This chapter to me is a bit… eh. Why? Because I hadn't really planned anything for it. I needed to make a bit of a "filler" chapter in order to get to where I'm going later on. I don't want to shove everything into one chapter and have the story end within just a few chapters. That would suck. So, sorry if this chapter seems a bit too unreal or boring or whatever. But… it was hard to write it not knowing what I was going to write in the first place! Haha. So please, comments! ^_^