A/N: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Monty Oum, the inspiration to such a great show, fandom, and so many incredible ideas through which he lives on by name and memory. We love you, Monty.
The Apprentice
It was only meant to be a little Force exercise.
Moving some fruit with the Force wasn't a big deal, right? With Yang's most recent pun, however, things changed. Even Nora was booing. So why not try something larger? A pie, maybe? It could've been easy. It would've been easy. It should've been easy. But then Nora happened.
"Jaune, no, throw it like this-!"
"Nora wait!"
SPLAT!
Three facepalms quickly followed from Team JNPR's lunch table as a certain snowy-haired heiress' face was now dripping a mix of Boston filling and whipped cream. All of this a mere twenty-four hours before the beginning of the second semester. Nora, of course, transferred the blame by pointing at Ren, who couldn't help muttering under his breath at the situation.
"How did Jaune Force-throwing fruit at Yang turn into this?"
Pyrrha, equally mortified by the possible consequences, added as well, "I think this is only the beginning..."
Approx. 3 minutes, 17 seconds later...
"I'm Queen of the cas-tle!~ I'm Queen of the cas-tle!~"
"Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful! It, will be, DELICIOUS!"
A determined team RWBY now rallies behind their silver-eyed leader with a rallying battle cry as the final students frantically evacuate the cafeteria that has been fortified by the might of team JNPR. On the top of the rudimentary lunch table castle, Nora stands proudly and places her hands on her hips with a wide grin while Jaune calls out from below.
"There is no escape! Don't make us destroy you!"
"Not if anything to say about it I have!" Ruby yells back with her squished milk carton still in her upheld fist.
At this, Nora flashes a predatory grin at the girls as they charge, "Off with their heads!~"
"Alright guys, let's start with the melons," Jaune begins with a mischievous smirk, to which Nora raises a brow in slight confusion.
"But Jaune-Jaune, Yang's still kinda far, and my aim isn't that good-"
"Watermelons, Nora," Ren corrects with a light blush.
"Ohh..." and without further hesitation, the hammer maiden chucks an entire table topped with watermelons at the group while Ren and Pyrrha throw several more as well.
Jaune, however, reaches out his hand and telekinetically lifts the last one before flexing his palm outward and sending it toward his red-hooded target like a fruity homing missile.
"Yang! TurkeyyyYAH!" Ruby shrieks as she's barely able to dodge the knight's giant projectile with a burst of her semblance, narrowing her eyes at the blonde antagonist, "Grr..."
"Hep! Hah! Hyah!" The blonde brawler grunts and digs in after arming herself with two cooked turkeys as gauntlets to power through the rain of large fruit with a powerful combo before launching her turkeys at the opposing team with an acrobatic flip.
"I hope you don't mind me flipping you guys the birds!~"
Pyrrha dodges the flying meat before she has a chance at a comeback, but judging by how both turkeys stop in midair in front of a particularly fiendish Arc, she realizes that he has a different kind of comeback in mind. Literally flipping the birds back at the aggressor, Jaune nails Yang with two direct hits and sends her flying into a table.
Weakly reaching out at her partner from under the mass of food and lunch tables, Yang pleads as Blake dashes by her, "Help me, Blakey. You're my only hope."
Nodding in assent, Blake gracefully somersaults and picks up two baguettes in the same movement, dual-wielding them against a recovered Nikos who ripostes with a third. Flipping over and around her Mistrali opponent, she then attempts to pin her with a throw of one of her baked breaded weapons only to be speared by the Invincible Girl's better aim and crispier projectile.
Blake falls back as Ruby then launches herself forward to skid on table tops over a food tray, dodging a volley of telekinetic food missiles from the knight and throwing another tray at Pyrrha to distract her long enough for a powerful drop kick. Throwing herself at the champion, the kick sends both girls falling back, Ruby getting up right on time to see Ren and Nora rapidly approaching.
But watching the heiress pick up a few condiment bottles and appear in front of the crimsonette, Pyrrha reaches out to her teammates in alarm.
"Ren! Nora!" She begins adamantly as Weiss holds the ketchup and mustard bottles over the floor between them with a devilish grin, "It's a trap!"
But it's too late. Springing the trap, Weiss sends a wave of condiments at the opposing pair and Ren is unable to alter his course, slipping and crashing into a nearby barricade of tables and a rather conspicuous cabbage stand. Nora quickly gasps at the sight.
"My cabbages!"
And vaulting into the air before being bested by the Heinz products, she snaps an iron rod off the wall and stabs it into a nearby watermelon, wielding the formidable weapon like a giant hammer that she uses to swing at Ruby who pushes Weiss out of the way to take the brunt of the hit and save her.
Without missing a beat, the heiress picks up a sturdy marlin and dashes at the Valkyrie with a rapid lunge, throwing the orange-haired powerhouse off-balance for merely a moment before being promptly pushed back on the defensive by Nora's powerful swinging arcs. She's only able to hold up against the brute offensive tactic for a few seconds, countering a few near misses with her swordfish before Nora performs a subtle reversal and sends the Ice Queen flying back into a stony column.
Ruby is barely able to catch her fading partner as she utters her last words, "Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall. That is the way of things..."
"Weiss! Don't leave me!" The red leader begs with quivering lips as the heiress goes limp in her arms, "Nooooo...!"
Then, emerging from the rubble, Yang dashes out and arms herself with two more turkeys as Ren runs out to meet her from another pile of debris from across the room. Grabbing two large celery sticks, he uses his semblance to stop Yang's bone-crushing kick like the fang of a King Taijitu in midair. Still, the blonde brawler smirks at her stoic opponent as their hold against each other intensifies.
"Heh, Xiao Long do you really think you could last against me?~"
Ren, grunting under the pressure and increasing temperature, meets her gaze with his own, a subtle honesty lining his words, "Strike me down, and I will become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."
"We shall see... Hiyah!" Yang cries out as she releases her advance and rotates her hip in the same motion to attempt a roundhouse kick that goes blocked by Ren before she returns to her stronger suit of turkey-gauntlet combos.
A flashing jab, hook, and devastating uppercut sends the pink-eyed boy into the air, but Ren is able to readjust his trajectory and launch his celery at his powerful opponent. But missing her by mere fractions of an inch, he can only watch helplessly as she leaps above him and delivers the most painful meteor smash that the two Beacon teams had witnessed to date, the resounding crash into the floor leaving everyone with a ringing sound in their ears.
However, Yang is unable to get a chance to celebrate - or make a cheesy pun in her triumph - since Nora is on her in an instant, two and three swings of her fruity war hammer either dodged or blocked. Thinking she has the upper hand, Yang comes in with a right cross only to meet Nora's leg-breaking grin.
"Nora SMASH!"
BOOOM! CRASH!
The Valkyrie watches in satisfaction as Yang crashes upward through the roof before being whipped by a rather painful chain of sausage links into the soda dispensing machines at the foot of JNPR's makeshift castle.
"So much for that plan," Blake hedges as she brings the swinging meat chain under control once more.
But to the ravenette's surprise, the disarmed hammer maiden merely picks herself up with a chuckle, "Well he's the brains, sweetheart!~"
At this, the remaining members of team RWBY turn to see Jaune emerging from beside the main pile of tables and loudly call out, "And Ren shall be avenged! Nora, soda cans!"
Quickly picking up the sugary soft drinks, she then unleashes a volley of soda grenades at Blake, pushing her back as Ruby and Weiss begin speeding around the hail of can-fire and advance on their opponents. Jaune then turns to his partner, orders at the ready.
"Pyrrha, crowd control!"
Punching the ground under her, the Spartan now gains command over a small army of the aluminum constructs, whipping them around herself into a maelstrom of metal and launching them like two metallic snakes at the slower pair of the opposition and thus throwing Weiss and Blake back into the far wall.
However, none of the remaining JNPR members are prepared for the whirlwind that follows as Ruby unleashes a powerful counter-attack with the aid of her semblance.
"I think we're in trouble," Nora comments as the mass of cafeteria objects flying behind the crimsonette grows larger.
"You refer to the large cloud of debris headed right at us?" Pyrrha adds wide-eyed.
"Yep, were in trouble," Jaune admits before being startled by a familiar voice that comes from nowhere.
"Trust your instincts. Use the Force, Jaune."
Jaw dropping in surprise, the knight looks around frantically before responding, "Force-spirit Ren? Have you found the path to immortality!?"
"No," the flat reply leaves him deadpanning for a moment, "I'm right behind you."
"Oh," Jaune begins as he turns and sees the smirking stoic behind him before Ren gazes pointedly at the rapidly approaching threat, "Right."
And with brilliant white aura blazing at his aid, the young Arc holds out his hands and regains control over every makeshift projectile in the cafeteria with an incredible feat of Force-concentration as Ruby stops to let her supposed game-ending attack pin team JNPR into the wall with its momentum.
However, all she can do is watch her plan being reversed as every soft drink, tray and table slow their trajectory and hang in the air like a giant wall in front of Jaune.
"Whaaa...?"
SHOOOOOM!
The wall now comes flying at the remaining members of Ruby's team and pins the three girls to the far wall, the barrage of food and drink items creating a mosaic of color that permeate every fiber of their uniforms before the onslaught finally ends. Jaune's teammates observe the spectacle in awe until the three defeated students slip down from the wall leaving a trail of sugar and shame.
"Oh, and Nora?" Jaune asks as he now appears from behind the JNPR barricade/castle with a pie in hand.
"Yes, Jaune-Jaune?"
He walks over to a random spot in the middle of the cafeteria and turns to face her with an innocent smile, "This is how you throw a pie."
His team only has to wonder for a moment before they hear an approaching yell and see Yang fall back into the cafeteria and land only two feet away from Jaune in a daze.
SPLAT!
Wiping the Boston cream filling off her face, Yang merely looks up at him with a raised brow, "All of this cuz of a lousy pun?"
"Yep."
"Pfft!" she chuckles shamelessly despite being covered in pie, "Then I guess we really DID start this semester with a Yang!"
Everyone in the room facepalms at the second-hand pun, including the two Haven students that had watched the whole thing from the cafeteria entrance, as Jaune shakes his head and speaks up with a grin.
"Yang, you're incorrigible."
"And you have a mess to fix before Goodwitch sees this and has a conniption~"
Jaune looks around as he helps up the laughing brawler, "Huh. I guess you're right."
As he then sets to work the rapid re-assembling of the cafeteria with the aid of his increased dexterity in the ways of the Force, Sun looks over at a filth-covered Neptune and snorts in an attempt to hide his laughter.
"You know, I think the odds of Jaune's team winning the fight and you still getting covered in crap was like three-thousand seven-hundred and twenty to one!"
Neptune did his best to keep his cool as he wiped some sugary slime off his face.
"Never tell me the odds."
Jaune
Life has been... interesting... for the last few weeks.
Not the kind of interesting as in, 'Oh, my family came to visit' interesting. No, more like confusing, hectic, rigorous... ah, and most of all, eye-opening. It's been several weeks since the events at the docks, and I've learned a lot since then. And I mean a lot.
Glynda took care to continue helping me with the basic Control and Sense aspects of the Force - psh, as if I need them anymore. Pyrrha took care of helping me continue training with Crocea Mors, though I haven't quite figured out my style yet. And as for my knack for Force empathy... well, that's kind of a side-project. I mean, you gotta understand, knowing all that seems to sound great on paper, but I'm past that now. And I need more.
Which brings me to my current situation.
ZzzzZzSHHH! BLAM BLAM! KshhhKSHHH!
"Faster! I-I mean, c'mon! What was that!?"
I pick up my blindfold to peer at the somewhat miffed Torchwick glaring at me in the dark. Seriously, that guy can really live to his name sometimes.
"Really, kid. Are you even all here right now?"
"Ah well. You know me, Roman, my mind's always on something else," I casually reply as I replace my blindfold and ready myself to block the next wave of attacks.
I can already sense his annoyance as he fires a few more rounds at me from different angles with his Orbital Remote Firearm - or ORF for short - its incredible speed as it zips around the room firing blaster-like ammo from random directions granting it the ability to seem like multiple opponents attacking at once. Not that I can't handle it - each explosive projectile is deflected by a flick of my wrist.
"Heh. The Force is with you, young Grimm Hunter..." Roman begins coldly, and I pause and quickly release my blindfold suddenly sensing imminent danger only to see a flash of metal and feel the edge of Melodic Cudgel pressed against the skin of my neck, "But you are not a Master yet."
By this time, rolling my eyes comes pretty naturally as I slowly clap my hands at his victory and turn away, "Fair enough. You win again."
But a quick - and annoying - smack on my head with the cane is followed by it being pressed up against the back of my skull a second time as the lesson continues, "Concentrate. You're held up at gunpoint and your assailant can't be seen. Where is your sword?"
I reply with maybe not-so-subtle sarcasm, "It's in my sheath, O Intelligent On-"
SMACK!
"Ow!"
"And where is it supposed to be!"
I rub the back of my head where the cane has already smacked me multiple times as I reply, "In my hand! But why do I need it when I can use Forse Repulse? I used it earlier today to end a food fight, after all..."
"Cuz it's nowhere near up to snuff," Roman answers with a hard poke of the cane on my back at the emphasized word, prompting me to turn to face him with a flat expression as he motions to the area surrounding him, "Not to mention that we're currently surrounded by giant volatile Dust containers, eh!?"
"Well, you're right about the last part."
"Then!?"
"...Fine!" I finally relent, throwing my arms in the air in my frustration, "I'll train more with my Force techniques and my weapons."
Though I was pretty sure that even he had to admit, Glynda's lessons about Force Sensing that she constantly drilled me with had paid off, leading them to their discovery of my enhanced spatial awareness which was - with this extra training - granting me near-precognitive abilities in combat. Overpowered? Maybe. But it's nice to have an edge in battle. So deal with it.
Roman, now seeming to catch on to what I was feeling at the moment, powers down ORF and walks over to me with a sigh.
"Look kid, you've got potential. Ya have skill, but you lack experience, and you sure as hell lack finesse. So come with me..." he pauses as he motions at the warehouse door and leads me outside, "You wanna be a good protector. I get that. But there's been something I been meaning to ask you during our little 'training sessions'. You do realize that one day, you may have to make some tough choices to protect those you care about, right?"
I glance sideways at him as he nonchalantly lights a cigarette under the dim glow of the broken moon above us, the small flame flickering the only warm light in this cold evening before being extinguished with a click. There's really no point in being suspicious with this guy... he's been pretty helpful up to this point. And to be honest, I couldn't read him even if I tried. He seriously knows what he's doing when it comes to the Force.
"Tough choices. I think that's what I signed up for when I faked my transcripts to get into a Hunter's Academy. So yes, I'd say I realize that."
He seems to be pleased with that bit of info, smirking as he looks at me with a puff of smoke, "You don't say. And they still let you stay? Huh. Then you really must be special! The shining Arc, beacon of hope~"
I audibly scoff at the idea. It sure doesn't feel like I'm special at Beacon. Honestly, it just feels like extra classes on top of my normal ones and my leaders-only electives. Whoop-dee-do.
"Heh, truth is, you're a god amongst insects," Roman drawls as he leans back on the warehouse wall and stares into space with a small smile, "Don't forget it. And don't let them forget it either. You have to speak for yourself, after all..."
"Yeah, I guess," I shrug as I lean back on another wall as well, taking in the cold breeze before Roman speaks up again.
"You guess. Hah!" the man in the bowler hat laughs as he takes another puff, "We're gonna have to work some more on that confidence of yours, kid! But when I say 'tough choices', I mean the type that will come the day you have to kill more than Grimm for the sake of the continued peace and unity in Remnant..."
I shuffle my weight a bit as I lean back further against the wall, an uncomfortable feeling spreading through me as I contemplate the possibility, "Uh... where are you going with this, exactly?"
"Nowhere," Roman replies airily, gesturing at nothing in particular with cigar in hand as he continues, "Just... concerned. I mean, I'm helping you develop abilities waaay beyond your years, and we're still barely scratching the surface! So all I'm really saying is that I'll need your mind to be focused, for you to use your emotions when the day comes to fight for our cause..."
"Of course I will!" I retort hotly, "There's nothing I want more than to keep Remnant and the people I care about safe!"
Heh, it's funny, but I can't help but wince a little as an unexpected face runs through my mind. You'd think it might be one from my family, my dad even - despite how hard he always was on me in his attempts to 'toughen me up' when I was younger - but no. No, the face... belongs to my partner.
I mean, yeah, Pyrrha and I have been getting pretty close these last few weeks, several of our sessions turning into all-night talks about nothing in particular - growing up, classes, anything we could think of, really. But it's something we both needed... She needed someone who could level with her, and I needed someone I could talk to who would understand me. So why has this been a recurring internal debate lately?
"I know there isn't," Torchwick now continues enigmatically, interrupting my train of thought, "Which is why I'm glad to tell ya that I think we've found a way to end the war before it even begins!"
Ignoring his seemingly ever-present sarcastic tone lining his words, I feel my eyes widen in hope to avoid any war casualties as I try to get more info, "Really? What do we do?"
"Well," he begins, dropping his cigar and crushing it under his cane as he pushes himself off the wall with his shoulder, "There's a little meeting going on next week and I'd like for you to be there. I think it's time to properly introduce you to a certain group I've taken up a joint business venture with to ensure the success of our plan..."
I narrow my eyes at the smug man as I sense their identity, "The White Fang."
"Yep."
"The same group that wants to see practically all known government wiped out in favor of pro-Faunus councils?"
"Right again. Two for two!" he smirks at me as he twirls his cane and sets it on his shoulder, "But don't believe everything ya hear, kid. They want equality like the rest of us, and you have to admit that the government nowadays just ain't getting it done."
I stare at him, gaze held firm as he chuckles darkly and continues.
"Search your feelings, kid. You know it to be true."
Another silent moment passes before I look down and sigh. He has a point. Even the Beacon staff with their philosophy of tolerance in accepting students from all walks of life - which can't be said of every academy in Remnant, their prejudice hidden under a thin disguise of 'intensive selection processes' - don't seem to be making any notable progress in that front. I hate to admit it, but it makes sense that an overthrow could bring lasting peace faster than our current system.
And if there's a way to do that while sparing the most lives... I'm willing to hear it.
"Alright. When's the meeting?"
"One week from tonight. At an old White Fang recruitment center, nothing too crazy. I'll send coordinates."
I take out my scroll and mark my calendar before turning to leave, "Fine, but I'm done for the night. I think I've learned enough about how crappy the world can be for a week..."
"Fair enough," Torchwick calls out as I get further away, "Don't forget to take your motion sickness meds on your airship ride back! Hehe..."
I snort as I round the corner and his chuckling fades into the ambient sounds of a nighttime Vale. All this power and I still need meds for motion sickness. Jeez.
Roman
Buzz. Buzz Buzz.
I look down as my communicator starts vibrating with the ringtone that my favorite suit-wearing cronie pilot made me a while back. I eventually decided to call it... The Imperial March.
His name, however, I haven't bothered learning yet, so I'm sticking with his pilot call came - Four Seven Niner. But in this case, he's not the one calling me. I grin as I answer and hold the communicator up to my ear.
"Lieutenant Nama! What a pleasant surprise! You must have good news, you oversized lumberjack!"
'You kiddin' me? Oversized lumberjack?' The voice, as usual, is consistently firm. Appropriate for any lead spokesman of an organization with the likes of the White Fang.
As for the rest of his persona, well... Not too dull, but not too bright either. Perfect.
"Aw c'mon. You gotta admit the chainsaw and the facemask only adds to the image!"
A low growl emanates through the communicator, 'It's not my primary weapon...'
"I know, I know," I hedge off-handedly, "So what's the news?"
'Well,' the voice continues, brushing off its previous peevishness, 'We offed the final military shipment from Atlas' cybernetic manufacturers... and met surprisingly little resistance.'
"Hah! I can tell you it was by design!" I chuckle as I begin walking away from the Dust-laden warehouse, "I told you I'm not the only one pulling strings around here, and my boss - despite himself - can really work wonders!"
Hmm... It just hit me. A call from the big guy himself and he's only telling me about a Paladin shipment?
"I sense that's not all you've called me for, Nama," I continue slowly into the communicator.
'No.' he begins with restrained hostility, 'We've found... Her.'
Hehe, I'm pretty sure Tom Hiddleston's Loki-grin has got nuthin on the one I've got plastered on my face right about now!
"Oh, goodie-!" I begin giddily before being cut off by the harsh reply.
'She killed several of our men before we could even present the contract offer you asked us to give her!' The voice roars through the communicator.
"Ah. Sorry?"
'Ack!' The lieutenant dismisses in disgust, 'You sure know how to pick them! At least one of our men was able to hand her the contract before she decimated the crew. But she ran him through after reading it... just for the fun of it.'
"Oh don't be so dramatic..."
'I know a psychopath when I see one.'
"Then I sensed it correctly," I stop and think placidly as I reach my extraction point, "She'll be here. And not just for the money... A natural Force user with an ability to create Force illusions and a semblance like hers needs a challenge. She'll be a great backup plan for if things go south next week."
'You sound so sure something will go wrong.'
"Meh. I like to play all the angles. Speakin' o' which, I should mention that I'll be bringing another guest to the little shindig we got goin' on next week. Human as well."
An audible facepalm is heard across the line before he speaks up, 'Look, having you there is going to be tough enough, but THREE humans is asking for a bloodbath!'
"Now now," I begin as if chastising a three-year-old, "You're not the one calling the shots around here. Cinder is taking care of the breach, and I'm taking care of... Everything else."
'Roman, you can't SERIOUSLY be thinking that you'll get away with-'
"Ah ah ah, I think I've been quite explicit on the terms of professionalism you should be keeping when referring to me..." I interrupt playfully just when he starts building up to his rant.
His response is practically dripping with hatred as he retorts, 'NEVER.'
Hm, that hate could be pretty useful if he were a Force-sensitive. Being that it isn't the case, it only serves to annoy me. Powerless fool.
"Now you're going to listen here, you half-witted chameleon," I start without any pretense of amiability or respect that was never truly there in the first place, "I know what you are. More importantly, I know who you are behind that mask. So just like your boss will inevitably come to terms with Cinder, you and all those under you will inevitably answer to me."
A tense moment passes before I hear his wicked response lash back, 'You stupid Force-sensitives and your menial sorcery. Nothing but charletans and tricksters! That's right, I know what YOU are as well, and I... I... gak! gargh!...'
His voice dies off as his words are replaced with the guttural sounds of choking. And I have to say, me Force-choking morons never fails to bring a smile to my face.
"You know what, Nama? I find your lack of faith disturbing."
'Erg! ...Ack! Gah!'
"Oh, I know. I know," I continue casually, "But tell you what, since I'm in a good mood today, I'll let you try that last statement again. 'Kay, pumpkin?~"
The sounds of choking quickly become strained gasps for air on the other line as I relax my hold on my target, a few seconds passing before he regains the strength to speak.
'Very well... one week... I'll ensure the preparations myself... LORD.'
"Muuuch better!" I reply in satisfaction, "One week, then. Gotta go, bye bye now!"
I end the conversation as the large Bullhead appears over me, an always-happy pilot waving as I enter the cockpit.
"Four Seven Niner, reporting for duty!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Sounds like someone can use a burrito!" The pilot observes as I take my seat in a huff. I don't feel like I'm in a good mood anymore... Force-choking people always has a way of putting me on edge. Agh, I should count my blessings instead - one, maybe even two apprentices down the line, and all to help me in my end game.
It's all about the end game.
"Sure, why not," I reply with a sigh, "but I forgot my wallet. So you're paying."
I lay my head back and prepare for the ride to my favorite burrito shack in Vale, A Simple Chipotle, pretending not to hear my pilot mumbling under his breath as the airship takes off.
"Dick move, dude. Dick move."
A/N: Hello! Sorry about making a large chunk of the chapter non-POV, but when I first watched the food fight when it first aired, so many possible SW references came into my head and I couldn't resist making them reality. ;)
(EDIT - In regards to a few reviews about the rareness of Jaune's semblance, I'd like to point a few things out. If I have just Jaune with the Force, it's OP. If everyone has it, it's pointless. There are only 6 confirmed Force users in the story - good or bad - out of the hundreds of Hunters, out of the likely hundreds of thousands of Remnant's residents. I'd call that rare. Just some food for thought).
And on a side note, I think we can all agree that Ren, like Monty, can never be totally erased from this world or from RWBY anymore. So I'm hoping Ren remains in Volume 3 of the show!
So: food fight, Jaune training, and Roman planning along with the introduction of one certain Lieutenant! Didn't get an opportunity for fluff of any type in this chapter, but expect that to change very soon ;)
Anyways, I want to thank you all again for reading and making this fic what it is now after only a month of existence. You guys are awesome :) And remember, feel free to fave, follow and review to show your support! It's always appreciated and such great motivation to keep finding time to write in my hectic schedule! :D Anyways, stay tuned for the next chapter...
And Happy Reading!
