(Squall POV)
I wake up, and it's Friday.
I have three days left and, for the first time, I understand the human obsession with weekends. At Garden, of course, weekends didn't exist. Weekends were just more days in the week. There wasn't time off in a military establishment such as Garden. Hell, there weren't even days. It was just an endless cycle of sunlight and moonlight and you got sleep whenever you weren't on a mission, regardless of time. But today, I can easily feel that desire, that need, that feeling of something bad close on the horizon and the hope that you can cram as much of life into the remaining days as possible before you have to go back.
Selphie was true to her word, wearing us out by Tuesday night. We spent the day, as a male collective, getting trained in the ways of shopping. Actually, I should correct that, Irvine, Zell and I got trained in baggage handling, while the girls merely got to refine their shopping skills. It's amazing how, even without extensive training in the area, any woman instinctively knows how the process works. Quistis especially had been sheltered from this area, and Selphie I expected to, but they quickly took to Rinoa's form.
Later, at night, Selphie proved her sixth sense for finding great parties. She took us to this out of the way (by Estharian standards) nightclub that both allowed Selphie to work up a sweat on the dance floor and allow Rinoa and I to sit in a tucked away corner and make eyes at each other. It was amusing, I have to say, we didn't talk, we didn't kiss, I didn't whisper sweet nothings in her ear, we just both made lovey-dovey eyes at each other until we both dissolved into laughter. It was...fun.
They even managed to pull the two of us onto the dance floor for, while not exactly slow songs, ones we could dance to without making complete fools out of the both of us. Or, maybe Irvine was too preoccupied with trying to get away from Selphie long enough to hit on other girls and Zell was far too preoccupied surprising us all by being the biggest hit there among single males. Every time we looked over at him, he'd have at least a couple girls squabbling to get next to him. It was quite amusing to hear Irvine shake his head, mutter something about it having to be the tattoo before being mauled by Selphie again.
I wake up, and by now I've gotten used to the body I find in my arms. It's an incredible feeling to wake up and immediately be in contact with the person you love. I know its part of that whole new love thing that I'm sure we'll grow out of. But it's nice and I childishly tell myself that I don't want to stop waking up like this. It was weird that first morning, I admit, I pulled my arms quickly away from her, waking her up two or three hours before she's used to but she just kissed me on the foreheads, told me she understood, and went back to sleep.
I really am lucky she's such a patient and understanding woman. It would take nothing less to put up with all the shit I give people some times. I'm still not above falling into the pitfall I'm currently exploring, that one of thinking too much. I've been training myself not to put my forehead to my head when I do so anymore, so I can disguise it better, but I get the impression that it's visible in my eyes by now.
Rinoa brought up an interesting point last night and one that, despite how often I think, I don't really want to think about. The fact that we're both seventeen. Given that I have no known parents, that's not really a factor in my half but it means that she has to get permission from General Caraway before she can marry me. We both talked about it and agreed that we didn't want to wait eight months to get married. Wedding preparations, or at least preparations of the magnitude (small) that we discussed would take six months at maximum and, with everyone willing to do 'favors' for SeeD's commander, it wouldn't even be that long. Which meant, essentially, General Caraway stood in the way of our marriage. And he constituted a major roadblock.
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(Rinoa POV)
"Okay guys, I've got something special planned for everyone today!"
Laguna's voice, despite all its goofy and perplexed undertones, still has this way of having authority. It gets everyone to pay attention, even if it's just to laugh at him and sometimes just because it gets you to laugh at him.
"Oooh! What is it!" Selphie squeaked excitedly.
"Well, I figured I'd give you all-day access to my house! Outdoor pool with a diving board, digital television, games galore. You guys can do pretty much anything you want, and for free!" Laguna struck a heroic pose, which got Selphie, Zell and I to clap politely, if a bit sarcastically as we held in giggles. We had been pretty much getting everything free regardless. Still, it was a nice gesture. We hadn't really stayed at home and been lazy yet, which is a day that every vacation requires.
"C'mon, Squall. You're going swimming today!" I called over to him cheerfully, and giggled cheerfully as he shot me a dirty look. The thought of everyone seeing him in his swim trunks would be too embarrassing for words for him, and I knew that I could make him do it. I had found out very quickly that the best way to get him to open up was to wound his pride, which he still wore like plate armor.
"Squall, man, how can you pass that up? You get to see Rinoa in her little bathing suit, mm-mmm." That was Irving of course, and it drew Squall's death glare faster than even my comment did, which only caused all of his to dissolve into even more laughter. When I finally could breath, I fluttered my prettiest eyes at him, and his scowl immediately melted and caused him to roll his eyes self-consciously, ashamed that I could do that to him so easily.
Eventually, Squall relented and we all went to our rooms to change. I made sure to knock on the door first, waiting for that pivotal 'come in' before opening the door. It was funny, we were getting married and he was still too embarrassed to be in front of me naked. Not that I wouldn't have jitters if the roles were reversed but that's because I don't think I'm that pretty. Or, at least, not as pretty as the girlfriend that I had envisioned for Squall the first time I saw him.
I told him that story once, about how when I first saw him and went up to ask him to dance that I thought for sure that he had a girlfriend of some sort. About an inch and a half shorter than him, golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes. Later I'd think about how much Quistis resembled the girl I pictured. I don't think it was until Squall rescued me out in space that I stopped believing that Quistis was going to be that girl.
Eventually, we all made our way to the pool. The guy set up a water- volleyball net and we played that for a while before dissolving into shameless flirting. Every time Squall would go after a ball, I'd jump on him, taking us both down. He, of course, would just look very seriously at me while I tried futilely to contain my laughter. "You're lucky I don't have any Silence spells," he would mutter, shaking his head, which only got me to jump on him again.
We all got a certain satisfaction from acting like little kids. From Selphie finally knocking off Irvine's cowboy hat with a 'slipped' serve to Zell pulling Quistis under the net to prevent her from spiking a perfect setup from Squall, it was obvious we were happy and content just to be little kids again. And, the greatest thing was, it was like I had been part of this all along. It's hard to get over that paranoia of not being accepted as the new kid, but nobody even seemed to think anything was different. I remembered Selphie calling us 'the whole gang' and felt so lucky just to be a part of it.
The games went on until it started getting late and the sun began to fall from the sky, coloring the world in majestic oranges and reds, like the entire horizon was on fire. The guys took down the net and set about to splashing us females good and proper. Even Squall got in on the act, picking both Selphie and me up at the same time, dunking us and holding us captive until we finally found out his weakness: his ticklish neck.
"Zell get Quistis! I gotta save Squall!" Irvine called out, and the seriousness with which he said it caused us all to giggle before he grabbed Selphie around the waist and lifted her up over his head before Selphie somehow got her balance on his shoulders, jumping off of him and swimming away which, in turn, caused Irvine to give chase. Squall had grabbed my hands, preventing me from tickling him and had one of his legs wrapped around the both of mine to prevent me from going anywhere.
"You know what I'm going to do with you, young lady?" He questioned, sternly.
"What's that?" I giggled back at him.
"This." He said, leaning in and kissing me fully.
I'd like to say I reacted a bit better than the first time he had done this, not being reduced to a quivering mess. But, unfortunately, all that I had keeping me from sinking to the bottom of the pool was his leg wrapped tightly around mine. He's REALLY good at that. And not even Zell or Irvine's catcalls distracted him this time. He pulled away finally, the two of us both blocking out whatever it was the rest of them were cooing about.
"Hi." He said softly, looking down at me.
"Hi." I said back.
"Misses Rinoa Leonheart. You like the sound of that?"
I smiled, it sounded beautiful, especially coming from his lips. "I couldn't think of anything better."
Suddenly, volleyball landed nearby, splashing us both out of our little moment. Even I gave Irvine a death look, but the cowboy pointed 'secretly' over by Zell, who stood there grinning stupidly. Squall and I looked at each other, and I gave him a quick smile before picking up the volleyball and throwing it at Zell with all my strength. Both of us laughed as Zell gave a loud 'oomph' with the ball connecting with his stomach
"Why, Miss Heartilly!" Quistis cried, in her best instructor voice. "What a shameful display. This is definitely going on your disciplinary record!" It was obvious that Qustis' funniest moments were always when she parodied herself or the Trepies.
"Uhh, Squall?"
We all turned and looked. Laguna, despite being awkward and clumsy and quiet, still has this amazing ability to get people to listen to him, even if it is only to laugh at him. Sometimes you listen to him exactly because all you can do is laugh at him. It's charisma of the strangest type, I have to admit.
"No, uh, I just wanna talk with Squall."
Squall looked slowly over from me, over to the rest of the group, and then back at Laguna. He shrugged, swimming over to the edge of the pool and pulling himself out of the water. He turned around, quickly smiled at me, grabbed his towel and proceeded inside. The rest of us all looked at each other in confusion, before Selphie yelled out "THREE ON TWO!" and we continued our war.
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(Laguna POV)
This is the hardest thing I will ever have to do.
I've debated it over and over; with myself, with Kiros and Ward, with Ellone, even with Raine in my dreams, the only place I still see her. All of them have said that this is the only option I have. I can't hide it from him forever, I can't run from the pain I deserve forever. And I do deserve pain. I abandoned my wife, my pregnant wife and my only son. I could plead ignorance, I know I could, but that's a coward's way.
See, despite all my outward clumsiness and awkwardness, I am a fairly smart individual. It's just, I never really knew what to say, I always felt uncomfortable talking but I tried my best anyway and ended up looking foolish whenever I did. It's funny, to see my son outwardly so much different from me, but I know that if he were in my position the exact same thoughts would probably be running through his head.
I know that, when I do talk, it's going to come out stuttered and strange. Maybe I won't even say it correctly; maybe I'll stumble over my words to the point where my sentences don't even make sense. I'm certainly that nervous. My leg certainly is threatening to cramp up right now, and I can even feel the pain running slowly up and down my thigh.
"S-s-sit down." I manage to choke out, indicating the loveseat. Squall, Commander of SeeD, savior of the world but most of all to me, my son, sits down in my house. As I sit down, I realize how much his posture is like mine. We both rest our head on our hands, rest our arms on our knees and sit out away from the chair, struggling to make our thoughts become words.
How do I say it? How do I tell this young man, his swim trunks still on, and only a white tee shirt pulled on otherwise, that I am his father? That the awkward, stupid, clumsy man that he obviously doesn't really like is his father? It's easier to believe from an outside perspective, I'd suspect. We do look kind of alike. We both have a few of the same mannerisms and, like I said before, I know that my son would be thinking the same thing as me in my shoes; we'd just vocalize it in a significantly different manner.
"So? What did you want to say?"
God, why did this have to be so difficult? Why can't I blurt it out like I do everything else?
"Squall. What I have to say...it isn't easy. It's something I've been wanting to tell you since before the Ultimecia debacle, honestly. But I knew that if I did it would interfere with you and, you being the leader, the entire operation. So I've had to somehow maintain the courage I had worked up from then until now. And, really, courage has a pretty short half- life, yah know? It doesn't last long."
"Laguna."
I stopped, realizing I was rambling. I blinked at him for moment, expecting an insulting retort of some kind, but he simply and patiently spoke my name. I couldn't tell if he genuinely didn't have anything to say, or if he was biting his tongue, but it didn't matter, and it certainly made me more at ease.
"What I'm trying to say is that...I...I..."
I sighed, in frustration.
"I'm your father, Squall."
I hung my head low, not even bothering to watch his reaction. All I needed to know I heard in the sounds he made as he got up off the couch and left the house. I sighed, in genuine pain this time. I had gotten it over with. But that didn't ease the pain any.
All I could do was begin to cry as I heard my son slam the door behind him.
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A/N: Okay, a big thanks to Optical Goddess whose fic, Levers and Buttons inspired the pool scene to this chapter. And, again, thanks to all of you who have reviewed. It really makes me want to continue the fic, and not just halfass my way through. Don't worry, for all of you waiting for the fluff to end, this fic will eventually have that 'drama' that's been put into that secondary category. It's there for a reason!
Also, BIG SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE ALL READ: I would really enjoy it for anyone with a great sense of humor who reads this story to seriously consider sending me a fic of theres so I can restart my infamous Mystery Fanfiction Theater 3000. I use my own characters and I honestly give a 1 to 5 point value on the story. So, if you want to have your story made fun of and them seriously rated, e-mail it to me at ParappaTheKilla@hotmail.com with your story title and your user name on fanfiction.net. Or you can AIM it to me. My AOL name is IsNotEntertained
Thank you, and good night.
I wake up, and it's Friday.
I have three days left and, for the first time, I understand the human obsession with weekends. At Garden, of course, weekends didn't exist. Weekends were just more days in the week. There wasn't time off in a military establishment such as Garden. Hell, there weren't even days. It was just an endless cycle of sunlight and moonlight and you got sleep whenever you weren't on a mission, regardless of time. But today, I can easily feel that desire, that need, that feeling of something bad close on the horizon and the hope that you can cram as much of life into the remaining days as possible before you have to go back.
Selphie was true to her word, wearing us out by Tuesday night. We spent the day, as a male collective, getting trained in the ways of shopping. Actually, I should correct that, Irvine, Zell and I got trained in baggage handling, while the girls merely got to refine their shopping skills. It's amazing how, even without extensive training in the area, any woman instinctively knows how the process works. Quistis especially had been sheltered from this area, and Selphie I expected to, but they quickly took to Rinoa's form.
Later, at night, Selphie proved her sixth sense for finding great parties. She took us to this out of the way (by Estharian standards) nightclub that both allowed Selphie to work up a sweat on the dance floor and allow Rinoa and I to sit in a tucked away corner and make eyes at each other. It was amusing, I have to say, we didn't talk, we didn't kiss, I didn't whisper sweet nothings in her ear, we just both made lovey-dovey eyes at each other until we both dissolved into laughter. It was...fun.
They even managed to pull the two of us onto the dance floor for, while not exactly slow songs, ones we could dance to without making complete fools out of the both of us. Or, maybe Irvine was too preoccupied with trying to get away from Selphie long enough to hit on other girls and Zell was far too preoccupied surprising us all by being the biggest hit there among single males. Every time we looked over at him, he'd have at least a couple girls squabbling to get next to him. It was quite amusing to hear Irvine shake his head, mutter something about it having to be the tattoo before being mauled by Selphie again.
I wake up, and by now I've gotten used to the body I find in my arms. It's an incredible feeling to wake up and immediately be in contact with the person you love. I know its part of that whole new love thing that I'm sure we'll grow out of. But it's nice and I childishly tell myself that I don't want to stop waking up like this. It was weird that first morning, I admit, I pulled my arms quickly away from her, waking her up two or three hours before she's used to but she just kissed me on the foreheads, told me she understood, and went back to sleep.
I really am lucky she's such a patient and understanding woman. It would take nothing less to put up with all the shit I give people some times. I'm still not above falling into the pitfall I'm currently exploring, that one of thinking too much. I've been training myself not to put my forehead to my head when I do so anymore, so I can disguise it better, but I get the impression that it's visible in my eyes by now.
Rinoa brought up an interesting point last night and one that, despite how often I think, I don't really want to think about. The fact that we're both seventeen. Given that I have no known parents, that's not really a factor in my half but it means that she has to get permission from General Caraway before she can marry me. We both talked about it and agreed that we didn't want to wait eight months to get married. Wedding preparations, or at least preparations of the magnitude (small) that we discussed would take six months at maximum and, with everyone willing to do 'favors' for SeeD's commander, it wouldn't even be that long. Which meant, essentially, General Caraway stood in the way of our marriage. And he constituted a major roadblock.
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(Rinoa POV)
"Okay guys, I've got something special planned for everyone today!"
Laguna's voice, despite all its goofy and perplexed undertones, still has this way of having authority. It gets everyone to pay attention, even if it's just to laugh at him and sometimes just because it gets you to laugh at him.
"Oooh! What is it!" Selphie squeaked excitedly.
"Well, I figured I'd give you all-day access to my house! Outdoor pool with a diving board, digital television, games galore. You guys can do pretty much anything you want, and for free!" Laguna struck a heroic pose, which got Selphie, Zell and I to clap politely, if a bit sarcastically as we held in giggles. We had been pretty much getting everything free regardless. Still, it was a nice gesture. We hadn't really stayed at home and been lazy yet, which is a day that every vacation requires.
"C'mon, Squall. You're going swimming today!" I called over to him cheerfully, and giggled cheerfully as he shot me a dirty look. The thought of everyone seeing him in his swim trunks would be too embarrassing for words for him, and I knew that I could make him do it. I had found out very quickly that the best way to get him to open up was to wound his pride, which he still wore like plate armor.
"Squall, man, how can you pass that up? You get to see Rinoa in her little bathing suit, mm-mmm." That was Irving of course, and it drew Squall's death glare faster than even my comment did, which only caused all of his to dissolve into even more laughter. When I finally could breath, I fluttered my prettiest eyes at him, and his scowl immediately melted and caused him to roll his eyes self-consciously, ashamed that I could do that to him so easily.
Eventually, Squall relented and we all went to our rooms to change. I made sure to knock on the door first, waiting for that pivotal 'come in' before opening the door. It was funny, we were getting married and he was still too embarrassed to be in front of me naked. Not that I wouldn't have jitters if the roles were reversed but that's because I don't think I'm that pretty. Or, at least, not as pretty as the girlfriend that I had envisioned for Squall the first time I saw him.
I told him that story once, about how when I first saw him and went up to ask him to dance that I thought for sure that he had a girlfriend of some sort. About an inch and a half shorter than him, golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes. Later I'd think about how much Quistis resembled the girl I pictured. I don't think it was until Squall rescued me out in space that I stopped believing that Quistis was going to be that girl.
Eventually, we all made our way to the pool. The guy set up a water- volleyball net and we played that for a while before dissolving into shameless flirting. Every time Squall would go after a ball, I'd jump on him, taking us both down. He, of course, would just look very seriously at me while I tried futilely to contain my laughter. "You're lucky I don't have any Silence spells," he would mutter, shaking his head, which only got me to jump on him again.
We all got a certain satisfaction from acting like little kids. From Selphie finally knocking off Irvine's cowboy hat with a 'slipped' serve to Zell pulling Quistis under the net to prevent her from spiking a perfect setup from Squall, it was obvious we were happy and content just to be little kids again. And, the greatest thing was, it was like I had been part of this all along. It's hard to get over that paranoia of not being accepted as the new kid, but nobody even seemed to think anything was different. I remembered Selphie calling us 'the whole gang' and felt so lucky just to be a part of it.
The games went on until it started getting late and the sun began to fall from the sky, coloring the world in majestic oranges and reds, like the entire horizon was on fire. The guys took down the net and set about to splashing us females good and proper. Even Squall got in on the act, picking both Selphie and me up at the same time, dunking us and holding us captive until we finally found out his weakness: his ticklish neck.
"Zell get Quistis! I gotta save Squall!" Irvine called out, and the seriousness with which he said it caused us all to giggle before he grabbed Selphie around the waist and lifted her up over his head before Selphie somehow got her balance on his shoulders, jumping off of him and swimming away which, in turn, caused Irvine to give chase. Squall had grabbed my hands, preventing me from tickling him and had one of his legs wrapped around the both of mine to prevent me from going anywhere.
"You know what I'm going to do with you, young lady?" He questioned, sternly.
"What's that?" I giggled back at him.
"This." He said, leaning in and kissing me fully.
I'd like to say I reacted a bit better than the first time he had done this, not being reduced to a quivering mess. But, unfortunately, all that I had keeping me from sinking to the bottom of the pool was his leg wrapped tightly around mine. He's REALLY good at that. And not even Zell or Irvine's catcalls distracted him this time. He pulled away finally, the two of us both blocking out whatever it was the rest of them were cooing about.
"Hi." He said softly, looking down at me.
"Hi." I said back.
"Misses Rinoa Leonheart. You like the sound of that?"
I smiled, it sounded beautiful, especially coming from his lips. "I couldn't think of anything better."
Suddenly, volleyball landed nearby, splashing us both out of our little moment. Even I gave Irvine a death look, but the cowboy pointed 'secretly' over by Zell, who stood there grinning stupidly. Squall and I looked at each other, and I gave him a quick smile before picking up the volleyball and throwing it at Zell with all my strength. Both of us laughed as Zell gave a loud 'oomph' with the ball connecting with his stomach
"Why, Miss Heartilly!" Quistis cried, in her best instructor voice. "What a shameful display. This is definitely going on your disciplinary record!" It was obvious that Qustis' funniest moments were always when she parodied herself or the Trepies.
"Uhh, Squall?"
We all turned and looked. Laguna, despite being awkward and clumsy and quiet, still has this amazing ability to get people to listen to him, even if it is only to laugh at him. Sometimes you listen to him exactly because all you can do is laugh at him. It's charisma of the strangest type, I have to admit.
"No, uh, I just wanna talk with Squall."
Squall looked slowly over from me, over to the rest of the group, and then back at Laguna. He shrugged, swimming over to the edge of the pool and pulling himself out of the water. He turned around, quickly smiled at me, grabbed his towel and proceeded inside. The rest of us all looked at each other in confusion, before Selphie yelled out "THREE ON TWO!" and we continued our war.
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(Laguna POV)
This is the hardest thing I will ever have to do.
I've debated it over and over; with myself, with Kiros and Ward, with Ellone, even with Raine in my dreams, the only place I still see her. All of them have said that this is the only option I have. I can't hide it from him forever, I can't run from the pain I deserve forever. And I do deserve pain. I abandoned my wife, my pregnant wife and my only son. I could plead ignorance, I know I could, but that's a coward's way.
See, despite all my outward clumsiness and awkwardness, I am a fairly smart individual. It's just, I never really knew what to say, I always felt uncomfortable talking but I tried my best anyway and ended up looking foolish whenever I did. It's funny, to see my son outwardly so much different from me, but I know that if he were in my position the exact same thoughts would probably be running through his head.
I know that, when I do talk, it's going to come out stuttered and strange. Maybe I won't even say it correctly; maybe I'll stumble over my words to the point where my sentences don't even make sense. I'm certainly that nervous. My leg certainly is threatening to cramp up right now, and I can even feel the pain running slowly up and down my thigh.
"S-s-sit down." I manage to choke out, indicating the loveseat. Squall, Commander of SeeD, savior of the world but most of all to me, my son, sits down in my house. As I sit down, I realize how much his posture is like mine. We both rest our head on our hands, rest our arms on our knees and sit out away from the chair, struggling to make our thoughts become words.
How do I say it? How do I tell this young man, his swim trunks still on, and only a white tee shirt pulled on otherwise, that I am his father? That the awkward, stupid, clumsy man that he obviously doesn't really like is his father? It's easier to believe from an outside perspective, I'd suspect. We do look kind of alike. We both have a few of the same mannerisms and, like I said before, I know that my son would be thinking the same thing as me in my shoes; we'd just vocalize it in a significantly different manner.
"So? What did you want to say?"
God, why did this have to be so difficult? Why can't I blurt it out like I do everything else?
"Squall. What I have to say...it isn't easy. It's something I've been wanting to tell you since before the Ultimecia debacle, honestly. But I knew that if I did it would interfere with you and, you being the leader, the entire operation. So I've had to somehow maintain the courage I had worked up from then until now. And, really, courage has a pretty short half- life, yah know? It doesn't last long."
"Laguna."
I stopped, realizing I was rambling. I blinked at him for moment, expecting an insulting retort of some kind, but he simply and patiently spoke my name. I couldn't tell if he genuinely didn't have anything to say, or if he was biting his tongue, but it didn't matter, and it certainly made me more at ease.
"What I'm trying to say is that...I...I..."
I sighed, in frustration.
"I'm your father, Squall."
I hung my head low, not even bothering to watch his reaction. All I needed to know I heard in the sounds he made as he got up off the couch and left the house. I sighed, in genuine pain this time. I had gotten it over with. But that didn't ease the pain any.
All I could do was begin to cry as I heard my son slam the door behind him.
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A/N: Okay, a big thanks to Optical Goddess whose fic, Levers and Buttons inspired the pool scene to this chapter. And, again, thanks to all of you who have reviewed. It really makes me want to continue the fic, and not just halfass my way through. Don't worry, for all of you waiting for the fluff to end, this fic will eventually have that 'drama' that's been put into that secondary category. It's there for a reason!
Also, BIG SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE ALL READ: I would really enjoy it for anyone with a great sense of humor who reads this story to seriously consider sending me a fic of theres so I can restart my infamous Mystery Fanfiction Theater 3000. I use my own characters and I honestly give a 1 to 5 point value on the story. So, if you want to have your story made fun of and them seriously rated, e-mail it to me at ParappaTheKilla@hotmail.com with your story title and your user name on fanfiction.net. Or you can AIM it to me. My AOL name is IsNotEntertained
Thank you, and good night.