Hey, everyone. I want to thank you for all of the wonderful reviews from my last chapters, it really helps to motivate me seeing that some people are really interested in my little fic. This chapter was going to be out sooner, but after writing it, I decided that it was all wrong, so I went back and redid it completely. I think it is much better this way, and I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: Shu-abuse :( probably for the next couple of chapters. Sorry, but you did see it coming, right?
Shuichi took a step back, trying to get away from Katsuki's touch. Katsuki roughly grabbed his chin and stared straight into Shuichi's fearful eyes. "Now now, we won't be having any of that," he snarled.
Shuichi slapped the hand away and took several more steps, although he knew there was no way to escape other than the front door, which Aki currently blocked. "D-Don't touch me," he stuttered.
Katsuki looked amused and laughed heartily. Looking over his shoulder to Aki, he smirked. "You're right, Aki-kun. I'm afraid that freedom has gone to little Shu-chan's head. I think that we have our work cut out for us."
Stepping away from the door, Aki rounded on Shuichi to stand behind him. Placing his mouth to the smaller boy's ear, he whispered. "Now, be a good boy and come quietly. That is, if you don't want your little boyfriend to get mixed up in all of this." He trailed a finger down Shuichi's cheek before resting it on his shoulder. With his other hand, he firmly grabbed his hip, pulling him backwards. Rubbing his groin against Shuichi's ass, he smirked. "So, has he fucked you yet?"
Katsuki approached once again. Shuichi closed his eyes, every drop of courage leaving him. Katsuki leaned in and kissed him firmly. "Maybe we should take a little bit of time to reclaim what's ours. What do you say, Aki? That blonde said he'd be a couple of hours. We'll be long gone before then."
Instead of answering, Aki restrained both of Shuichi's wrists and dragged him in the direction of the bedroom. Katsuki followed close behind, a hungry gleam in his eyes. Once inside, he closed and locked the door while Aki pulled Shuichi onto the bed. Shuichi began to thrash, knowing all too well what was coming. "Let me go! Eiri! Let go!" he screamed in vain.
Shuichi suddenly felt pain explode in his head. Opening his eyes, he saw Katsuki leaning over him, fist still raised and an angry scowl on his face. "You belong to us, you pathetic little whore!" He growled. "I don't know what kind of stunt you think you pulled leaving like that, but we're going to remind you just where your place is." Katsuki leaned forward to that their noses touched. "We have a lot of nice people waiting to meet you Shu-chan. I'm just gonna have to test you out...make sure you didn't lose your...appeal."
Shuichi felt his hands being pinned above his head by Aki. He closed his eyes and tried to stifle a sob, feeling hot tears running out of his eyes, down his bruised cheek. He could feel his mind slowly losing its grip as he felt hands rip open the buttons of his shirt and continue their way down to his jeans. I...I can remember a time when I could make myself blank-out, make my mind shut down, if even for a little while. He desperately begged his mind to fall into unconsciousness, to no avail. His jeans were pulled off of his legs along with his boxers. He heard the shuffling of clothes and he knew that Aki was unclothing as well.
"I have to say he looks better than he did before," Aki mused as he ran his rough fingers over Shuichi's bare chest. "Don't hurt him too bad, we need him for tonight."
"Don't worry, I probably won't last long. I've been waiting so long, after all. After having this boy, nothing else can compare. It's no wonder people pay such a high price..." Katsuki mused, returning to the bed, having removed his jeans.
Shuichi could no longer silence the sobs as he felt weight shift on the bed towards him. Eiri...God, Eiri...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. He felt his legs being forced apart and a hand clamp firmly over his mouth, stifling his screams.
Aki and Katsuki froze when they heard the front door unlock. Shuichi ceased his crying, a small shred of hope entering his mind only to be cut short by the feel of something cold and sharp pressing against his neck. Aki leaned down to Shuichi's ear and whispered, "You make any sound and I will be forced to cut out your throat. After that, we would have to deal with your boyfriend, as well. Do you understand?"
Shuichi closed his eyes tightly and gave a slight nod. I cant...I won't let them hurt Eiri.
Eiri ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as he turned the corner to his condo. He had been in such a rush to meet with his editor that he forgot the key component, his manuscript. Having been halfway to the cafe where they met for their regular meetings, he realized that he had left the folder laying on the coffee table and now he was running very late. Pulling into the driveway, he hastily parked behind the visiting SUV and grabbed his keys from the ignition. Walking up to the front door, his thoughts lingered to his Shuichi. My Shuichi, he smiled. I wonder if he feels better now that he's met with his brother. I wonder about his parents. That guy mentioned that he was an adopted brother...was he adopted or was Shuichi?
He was interrupted from his thoughts when he realized that the front door was locked. Strange, I can't remember locking it when I left. Dismissing his thoughts, he pulled his house keys out of his pocked and unlocked the door. Walking in, he noticed how quiet it was. Maybe they went out. But the car is still here. He walked into the living room and immediately spotted the manuscript on the table, just where he'd left it. Feeling foolish, he grabbed the folder and turned around. He noticed that the bedroom door was closed. Shrugging his shoulders, thinking nothing much about it, he walked out the front door.
Shuichi lay curled in a ball, unable to escape the throbbing pain that remained even after the two older men were 'finished'. His mind was thankfully blank, allowing him at least a moments peace. He had never felt as dirty as he did in that moment. Not only had they raped him, they had also forced him into his own climax, deliberately molesting the bundle of nerves inside of him that caused his body to betray his mind so completely. All he had left was a deep void inside of him, threatening to swallow him whole. A few thoughts managed to break free, but to him, they seemed only like a whisper. This...I can't escape this, can I? I'm sorry, Eiri...
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard the sound of a phone ringing. Blinking his eyes, he attempted to focus on Katsuki, who was talking on his cellphone. It took a moment to concentrate on what was being said.
"...But Tanako-san, we already have...No sir...But!...Yes sir, I understand. We will be right there." Katsuki shut the phone angrily and turned around to look at Aki. "Boss says we have to go right now."
Aki did not look concerned. "Fine by me, I am looking forward to taking little Shu-chan to our place, anyway," he smiled. Shuichi shuddered.
Katsuki shook his head. "I'm afraid we can't do that right now. Tanako-san needs us to help with a job, immediately. He said to leave the kid for now."
"What?!" Aki screamed. "He expects us to just leave him here?"
"We can't really take him with us, can we?"
After a moment's silence, Aki hung his head. Katsuki took the knife from his hand and approached Shuichi, who froze in fear. Katsuki crawled into bed and turned Shuichi so he was laying on his back. Forcing his chin up, he teased the tip of the metal along the boy's jawline. "Now, now, don't worry, my pet." he cooed. "We will be back for you shortly. Don't do anything that would make us mad." He applied more pressure, allowing the knife to break the skin at the base of his jaw. "Don't say a word about this, especially not to your lover. If he gets any idea of what's going on, we will kill him. Do you understand?" Shuichi nodded, feeling fresh tears slide down his face at the thought of harm coming to Eiri. "Good," Katsuki purred. "We will be back, so don't you worry your little head about us."
Katsuki climbed off the bed and proceeded to button his shirt and pull on his pants, which had been thrown to the floor earlier. Before walking out the door, Aki approached Shuichi, who had shifted into a half-sitting position on the bed. Grabbing his chin and kissing already-bruised lips, Aki chimed, "I suggest you clean yourself up, love. You wouldn't want that friend of yours to see how dirty you are. I suggest changing the sheets, as well." With that being said, he walked out the door after his friend.
Shuichi covered his face with his hands and sobbed freely. He knew that he shouldn't have come back, but how would he know that the two would be in Tokyo rather than in Kyoto? What am I going to do? I can't...I can't go back to that.
Standing up he made his way to the shower, sharp pains lacing up his back with every step. He glanced at the clock on his way and noticed that only forty-five minutes had passed since Eiri left. He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water, making it as hot as he could stand. Already naked, he stepped under the steaming mist and began washing the blood and semen from his body, allowing the water to mix with his tears. He took the washcloth and began to vigorously scrub his body, making it red and raw. No matter how much bodywash he used, he couldn't make himself feel any cleaner. I brought this upon myself. I guess...this is all I am good for. I don't deserve anyone who would care about me. It's just a lie, anyway. Eiri shouldn't suffer from a disgusting person like me.
He paused, suddenly realizing what he must do. He finished washing his hair in mental silence, having made his decision. Rinsing his hair, he turned off the water and used a clean towel to dry himself. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he made his way back to the bedroom. He picked up the phone that sat on the bedside table and dialed a number. He gave the operator his address and hung when he was finished.
He pulled open the drawers of Eiri's dresser and removed a maroon button-up shirt and a pair of comfortable black pants. Pain still burned from where he was violated, and all of his clothes were too restricting to be comfortable in the situation. I'm sure he won't mind. He lifted the shirt to his nose and inhaled, marveling at how, even though the clothes were freshly washed, they still harbored the writer's scent.
He dressed slowly, careful not to cause further bleeding from his damaged body. He took a few minutes to strip the bloodied sheets off of the bed and replaced them with fresh white ones. He tossed the linens into the hamper, burying them underneath his own clothes. He ran a hand through his damp locks as he walked into the living room. There, he retrieved his duffel bag from its spot beside the couch. He did not have much with him, only a few clothes and personal belongings. He sighed, remembering that he was supposed to go to his apartment today with Eiri in order to pack his belongings, although there was not much there, either. Can't think like that now, he told himself as he walked towards the front door. He slipped his feet into his shoes and took a final look around the apartment. He spotted Eiri's wallet on the kitchen counter. Sighing, he walked over and opened the leather. He removed a bank card from among the credit cards. He did not have any money on him, nor did he have a credit card yet. He only hoped that Eiri would forgive him, and made a mental note to send him some money once he was settled.
He turned around and walked out of the front door. Locking it behind him, he studied the key in his hand. His key. Blinking back the tears that threatened to escape, he slipped the key underneath the door. He knew he didn't need it anymore. Turning his back on the condo, he walked to stand by the curb. He was sore and tired, hoping that the taxi would not take long. He knew that Eiri could come back at any moment, and he knew that his resolve would crumble with one look into those golden eyes...
Much to his relief, the taxi arrived in less than ten minutes. Climbing in, he instructed the driver to take him to Narita. The drive took about an hour, although it was much too long for Shuichi, who had to continually avoid the concerned eyes that gazed at him through the rear-view mirror. He knew that he must be quite the site - bruised face, a gash in his jaw, and wearing clothes several sizes too big for him. If his heart wasn't breaking, he might have laughed.
The airport was only moderately crowded, so he did not have to fight his way into the building. Looking around, he spotted an ATM near the entrance. He did not want to pay for his ticket directly, afraid that he could be tracked. Instead, he walked over to the machine and withdrew enough money to pay for a one-way ticket. He was thankful that Eiri told him his pin number, just in case he needed food or anything else while he wasn't at home. Shuichi battled the ever-rising feeling of guilt by telling himself that he would, somehow, pay him back.
He walked up to the ticket counter and regarded the woman who sat at the computer. "Do you have any tickets available to America, specifically California?"
The woman smiled mechanically and began typing on the keyboard. After several minutes, she nodded her head. "We just had a seat open on a flight to Los Angeles. The seat is in coach, but leaves in fifteen minutes. Will this be alright?"
"Perfect," he replied. He paid for his ticket and walked to the designated gate. Because he was arriving late, he had to rush before they ceased boarding. Although he was uncomfortable sitting in coach, so close to strangers, he was thankfully surprised to find that his seat was right next to a window. Sitting down, he sighed in relief.
The plane began the usual take-off procedures and soon the plane was in the air. Shuichi stared wistfully out the window towards the receding skyline. It really looks beautiful from up here, he mused. Closing his eyes, he welcomed sleep, knowing that it would be a long flight.
Eiri cursed and slammed his car door, furious. The meeting with his editor had went well enough, receiving much praise for being 'on time for once'. However, said editor, Mitzuki, decided to bring up the subject of having more of his novels translated into English for their American partners. So, make a long story short, it was well past sundown when he managed to peel himself from her grasp, literally speaking. Now that he was home, he wanted nothing more than a nice dinner with his favorite pink-haired singer.
Smiling to himself, he unlocked the front door and entered. His face fell when he noticed how dark and quiet the apartment was. Concerned, he called out. "Shuichi?" When he received no response, he began walking through the condo, turning lights on as he went. Nothing seemed out of place at first, until he reached the bedroom. He noticed that the bed was freshly made, tucked in delicately. He smiled at the thoughtfulness of his young lover. He walked back into the living room and noticed something amiss. Shuichi's black duffel back was no longer sitting in its usual spot by the couch. Looking around, he could not see it anywhere in the room. He also noticed that Shuichi's shoes were missing, as well.
He sat down on the couch feeling deflated. I guess I did take a long time. Maybe he went out to eat. He suddenly felt very guilty about being away for so long, remembering that this was his young lover's day off and it was supposed to be special. The boy was going to officially move in with him today and they were going to go out to a nice restaurant to celebrate.
"I hope he's not too upset with me," he muttered to himself, resituating so that he could lay down comfortably. He thought to take a nap in the bedroom, but he wanted to wake up as soon as his koi got home, so he decided to stay there. He smiled. How did you do this to me, Shuichi...
Eiri woke up some time later. Mind foggy, he could not understand where he was. Picking his head up slightly, he slowly remembered that he had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his lover. His mind finally clearing, he sat up and turned on the lamp. He realized that he hadn't heard the boy come in. Standing up and stretching, he looked at his watch. It was 2 a.m. Maybe he didn't want to wake me, he thought. He walked into the bedroom, and stopped in his tracks. His heart fell with the sight of the empty bed. He furrowed his brow and began to walk to the bathroom. Empty. Nothing was out of place from where it was when he came home.
Walking into his study, he sat down in the leather chair and turned on his laptop. Where are you, Shuichi? He knew that even if he had the phone numbers of Shuichi's friends, it was an ungodly hour to be calling. Feeling that he was just worrying himself for no reason, he decided to begin his next novel, even though he was given a couple weeks off, having just finished one. He needed to keep his mind occupied at the moment. He kept telling himself that Shuichi was a grown man and could take care of himself without being chaperoned by a possessive lover. But even so, he could not dispel the tight clenching of his stomach that was brought with worry.
Once the computer was on, he entered his password and opened a new word document.
Eiri's eyes came back into focus after staring at the white screen for countless hours. Not a single word had been written since he first sat down. He did not know how long he sat there, but he could not bring himself to move or even fall asleep. He could not stop thinking of where his little angel was, having not heard him enter the apartment at all during the night. He was thankful that it was finally morning.
Standing up, he winced as pain shot through the abused muscles in his back and neck. Stretching as he walked, he made his way into the living room. He glanced at the clock, which read 10 o'clock a.m. Shuichi should have been at work two hours ago. He brightened slightly, a little hopeful that the young man would be at the studio. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Moshi moshi, Seguchi Tohma speaking."
"Tohma, it's me."
"Eiri," the voice cooed. "How have you been?"
"Listen, I don't really have time to talk right now. I just wanted to know if you've seen Shuichi yet today. He's supposed to be there, right?"
There was a pause. "No, actually he is not here, although his bandmates looked a little upset with that fact. It he not there with you?"
Eiri sighed, rubbing his hand across his face. "No, he's not here. I haven't even seen him since yesterday morning. I don't know where he is."
"Have you checked his apartment yet?"
"Not yet, but I plan to after I get off the phone with you. I wanted to check with you first."
"Where was he when you last saw him?"
"Here. He spent the night again. We were going to move his things in after I got back from a meeting with my editor. It ran long, so I didn't come home until late. He wasn't here." He paused, thinking the situation through. "Actually, he had some visitors yesterday. Someone who said he was Shu's brother, and a friend of his."
"Hmm...I don't think it would be unreasonable to check up on them. What are their names?"
"Hideki Aki and the other guy is Katsuki, I don't know his last name. Can you check them out?"
"Of course, Eiri. Why don't you stop by later today, I should have some information for you by then. I will see you this evening."
Eiri hung up the phone. Moving quickly, he slipped into his shoes and put his jacket on. He did not have the time or desire to get a shower right now. He decided that he would stop by Shuichi's apartment and see if the kid was there. Grabbing his car keys, he locked the door behind him.
Hiro sat quietly in his chair, sipping a steaming cup of black coffee. He stared off into space, his face passive. The only contradiction to the picture was the slight tapping of his foot on the carpeted floor, making no sound. Suguru sat across from him, slouching in his chair, arms folded over his chest, a scowl plastered on his face. He glared at the table, as if willing it to piss him off further. The only sound in the room was coming from the clock hanging on the wall, which made an almost inaudible 'click' at one-minute intervals.
Suguru glanced at the clock, saw that is was already past noon, he sighed angrily. Turning his attention to Hiro, he frowned. "When the hell is he going to get here?"
Hiro shrugged, placing his mug on the table. "I don't know, I haven't talked to him since before yesterday. He mentioned that he was moving in with Eiri-san, maybe they overdid it and he overslept."
This reasoning only fueled the younger man's anger as he stood from his seat. "We are supposed to be professionals! What kind of self-centered punk would allow his personal problems interfere with his work?! We'll get nothing accomplished working with a guy like him, he's a waste! I-"
Suguru stopped his ranting abruptly when he saw Hiro's eyes narrow dangerously. In a calm voice which betrayed his glare, he spoke up. "Shuichi may not be the most reliable person I know, but you listen to me. He is my best friend and a good guy. You have no idea what he is going through just being here for us. I will not tolerate that kind of attitude towards him, do you understand? If you are so unhappy with this situation, you can go back to playing as a studio musician, and we will find a replacement."
Suguru's face fell. Never had he seen the usually-passive guitarist with so much fire in his eyes. Although he spoke without anger, Suguru knew he had struck a nerve that he shouldn't have. He sat down in his seat, eyes cast downwards. He muttered a small "Sorry".
Hiro was relieved that Suguru took his threat seriously. It wasn't as though he bluffed, he would truly seek to replace the synth player if given the reason to, but Hiro was not a fool. Suguru was an unbelievably talented keyboardist and it would be extremely difficult to find someone else with half his talent. He sighed with relief, and softened his gaze. "If it will make you feel better, why don't we start working on the arrangement to those lyrics Shuichi gave us the other day? At least it will keep us busy for the time being."
Suguru nodded and stood from his seat, walking towards the sound booth. Hiro followed a short way behind. Glancing at the door, his worry grew. He knew that Shuichi would never be this late. Shuichi did not yet have a cell phone, and Hiro had no idea where the writer lived or what his home number was. Having no way to contact his friend drove him crazy. He entered the sound booth and took his guitar from its stand. Tuning the instrument, his mind drifted. Where are you, Shuichi?
A few hours later, Tohma sat at his desk, a thoughtful look on his face as he studied the numerous documents that had been faxed to him. "Hmm...this is very interesting."
Shuichi walked slowly up the two flights of stairs to the apartment, having found out the elevator was under repairs. He was thankful that all he had to carry was his duffel bag. Although he had slept for most of the flight, he could feel the darkness of depression draining him of all his energy. He fought to keep his eyes focused, knowing that, soon, he could curl up into the bed that, up until two weeks ago, was his haven.
Finally reaching the third floor, he made his way down the hallway to the familiar door. Staring at the smooth wood surface for several minutes, desperate to follow through, he sighed tiredly. Reaching into his pocket, he wrapped his fingers around the cold metal. Pulling out the key, he slid it into the lock and turned, earning an audible 'click'. He pushed the door open, walked inside, and closed it behind him. Looking down the short hallway, he could see a light coming from the living room. Quietly, he approached, not wanting to startle her.
He found her sitting on the over-stuffed, somewhat torn, recliner. She looked up at him, diverting her eyes away from the thick book in her lap, a look of surprise on her face. They did not speak for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she closed the book and smiled brightly. "Hey, Shuichi."
"Hey Nikki," he croaked, his voice suddenly hoarse.
Eiri entered the NG building thoroughly exhausted. His hair was unruly, his skin pale and purple bags settled under his tired eyes. He knew he looked as bad as he felt, but he did not care. He spent the last few hours sitting inside his lover's empty apartment in a depressed state. He really did not want to leave the bed he found himself laying in, as it still possessed the young man's scent, unlike the clean sheets at his own apartment. God, did he miss that kid.
Eiri walked into Tohma's office without a word and plopped unceremoniously into the soft leather sofa resting against the wall. Tohma watched this with more than a little fascination. He had never seen Eiri so care-worn in all the years he had known him. Realizing this, he knew that what he was going to do was going to be very difficult.
Catching the eye of the older man, Eiri cleared his throat. "Any information on Shuichi."
Tohma leaned forward in his chair, resting his chin on his hands. "I found...some information, yes." Eiri gave him a look that demanded him to continue. "Let me ask you something, Eiri," he sighed. "You said that Shuichi was somehow involved with those two men?"
"Yes, Hideki said that he was Shuichi's adopted brother. The other guy was supposed to be a friend." Eiri looked at him questioningly.
Tohma nodded. "I'm sorry, Eiri, but I cannot divulge to you any information I have found."
Eiri sprung to his feet and approached the other blonde. "What the hell do you mean?! I need to find Shuichi, and you obviously know something,"
Tohma stared into Eiri's eyes, a determined look on his face. "It is for your own good, Eiri-san. I would suggest that you know longer associate with Shindo-san. I will provide no assistance to you, and I suggest you forget about him."
Eiri was enraged. He reached out and grabbed Tohma by the collar of his jacket and pulled him to his feet. With as much strength as he could muster in his state, he slammed the man against the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. "I will not simply let this go! What do you mean, 'forget about him'? He's only been gone a day! You know more than you're letting on and I want to know everything." He emphasized his point by slamming the shorter man against the wall once more.
Tohma's face remained neutral even through the assault. "He is no good for you. I tell you this as your brother-in-law and your friend. You can do nothing to convince me otherwise. The boy is no good."
All of his strength depleted, Eiri loosened his grip on the jacket, trying to calm his nerves. Standing up straight, he turned and began walking towards the door.
"Eiri, please-"
"Fuck off, Seguchi." The door closed behind him.
Hiro wandered the halls, lost in thought. He and Suguru had finished as much of the song as they could, but there was only so much that could be done without the use of their vocalist. He fought to keep himself calm, although every nerve of his body twisted in worry.
Taking the elevator, he made his way down to the lobby, deciding that some fresh air would help him clear his mind. He made his way outside, the wind gushing through his long auburn hair. He stared upwards, looking into the darkening sky. He did not know what he could do, especially when he did not know what the problem was. After several minutes, he decided to go back inside and tell Suguru that he was going home early.
As he walked back into the building, his unfocused eyes caught a glimpse of blonde hair. Looking up, he saw that Eiri had just exited the elevator and was walking towards him. Anger flared up inside of him. He had a gut feeling that whatever happened to Shuichi somehow involved the writer. When they were a few feet away from each other, Hiro's charcoal eyes burned into the golden ones. "What the hell did you do to Shuichi?"
Eiri did not reply, he simply met the other man's gaze. It was then that Hiro noticed how disheveled the usually-sleek man appeared. Taken aback, his jaw slacked as Eiri continued to gaze at him. "Do you have any idea where he is?"
Hiro shook his head, feeling as though his last shred of hope had left him. If Eiri did not know where the singer was, then who did? "When was the last time you saw him?"
Eiri sighed and ran a hand through his tangled hair. "Yesterday morning. I left for a meeting around noon. Some friends came to visit him as I was leaving."
Hiro perked at the last statement. Friends? "Friends? What friends?" he voiced.
Eiri shrugged. "Two guys. Katsuki and Aki. They said that they were related."
Hiro visibly paled at the new information. Katsuki...Aki...with Shuichi...alone... Hiro fought desperately to quell the knot in his stomach that came with the mental images of what could have happened. Finally finding the ability to speak once again, he looked at Eiri's concerned face. "I think I may know where he is, if he made it there at least."
Eiri's face brightened, seeming to not have heard the last few words. "Where is he? Let's go."
Hiro raised a hand, stopping the blonde. "I don't know exactly where he is, I only know that it is somewhere in Los Angeles."
Eiri was confused. Los Angeles? Why would he go back there, and without mentioning it? Deciding that the red-head knew Shuichi best, he urged him to continue. "Do you know the address?"
Hiro shook his head, and chuckled darkly. "No, he never wanted me to have it. He said it would just give me an excuse to drag his ass back here. All I have is his phone number there."
Eiri slumped, feeling defeated. "I don't have any way to track a number, and Tohma refused to help, even though I know he can do it." Hiro sighed and turned his head away.
"I think I may be of some help to you."
TBC...
A.N. Well, there you go, another chapter done. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I will have the next chapter posted soon. Once again, thank you all for sticking around, please review if you can. Till next time...