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Chapter Summary: Nezumi is feeling everything starting to slowly break apart and slip away. Who and what he was before is crumbling right in front of his eyes. Now, there is only the decision to gather the scattered pieces and clutch onto something that is already long gone, or leave it all behind and start afresh.
Nezumi closed his door behind him with an audible click, not bothering to lock it. Even now, there were so many filthy criminals lurking in the streets of the West District that knew how to pick locks that it was pointless, anyway. He stared into the darkness of the hallway with a stone, expressionless face. A dark shadow was cast over his eyes, just like his mind. His cowardliness in No.6 gnawed at him, ridiculing his feeble efforts to do the one thing that felt important; see Shion. The farewell strip of paper remained in the pocket of his jacket, a constant reminder of his spineless retreat.
A little voice in his head kept poking at him, taunting him in hope of a raging reaction. Hah! Some clever little rat you are. You can't even find your way into one festering hole like that city! You've done it so many times before, so why not now? Have you lost your touch? No. You're just worthless. You finally get what you want and then you run off with your tail between your legs? Did you really want to see him, or was it just an excuse for your pathetic weeping?
If the mocking cackle of the speech had belonged to a real person, Nezumi would have strangled them long ago.
He kicked at the grime and stones beneath his feet. The blunette had felt the sudden urge to go somewhere, but as soon as the door had snapped closed he had forgotten where it was his feet were leading him. He stood there ridiculously, not wanting to leave or go back inside. Before he could make a decision, thumping footsteps echoed through the passageway and the shadow of a large figure stretched across the floor.
Nezumi's manager from the theatre stormed up to him, his face a brighter red than a tomato and nearly steaming with fury. His moustache stuck up at strange angles, and each time he puffed angrily the buttons on his tight suit threatened to pop of from his round, heaving stomach.
"Eve!" he growled, a drop of perspiration rolling down his forehead. He leaned in close to Nezumi's frowning face. "Where on earth have you been?!" Nezumi got a direct blast of the manager's rank breath. The stench of alcohol was so strong it made his eyes water.
The blunette took a step back. "Manager…"he muttered calmly. All of the wild emotions of depression, anger, despair and loss that had been triggered by the confusing letters to Shion rippled through his body. He stuck his hand in the pocket with the letter, the feeling of the crinkled paper against his fingers reassuring. "I've been… busy."
"Busy?" The word came out as a roar. Spittle sprayed onto Nezumi's face. "Too busy for your job? You know, you really are a selfish bastard, Eve. If you don't turn up to rehearsals, your pocket is not the only one that suffers. We lose money! They love you, Eve. They love your acting. You're breathtaking, my star actor! And when you don't turn up, people become dejected and disinterested, or snide and rude! People don't turn up! I bet half the people in the theatre come to see your damned acting." The manager gripped Nezumi's shirt in an iron grip and pulled him closer, staring right into Nezumi's piercing grey eyes with a fiery gaze.
"We're losing money. And the only way we can make an income is losing you. That, or you actually put some damned effort in." His voice was barely a whisper, but it had all the malice of a blood-thirsty scream. He glared daggers into Nezumi's unwavering stare for a few painful seconds before releasing the blunette gently, turning and storming away.
"Make a decision in two days. Come back and join us at the theatre again, or you lose your job and we will never take you back. It's your choice, Eve." With that, the manager left, leaving only the wafting stench of stale beer in the air.
Nezumi stood there for a few dumbfounded seconds before he wiped the hot saliva off his cheeks, and winced. Couldn't everybody just leave him alone? It felt like everybody in the word was just out to make his life a mess. A lump rose in his throat.
There was nobody to listen to him whine. Nobody had the time or the patience to hear out a deranged man like him. And it was pathetic to see a man cry. But there was one person he knew who wouldn't dismiss him completely. Someone who would at listen to him, as least for a little, before tossing his words away.
Inukashi.
Nezumi trudged through the dust surrounding Inukashi's dog-ridden hotel, kicking up dust beneath his boots. The longer he had walked through the streets of the West District, the more his mind dwelled on the aching in his chest, the more it pained him. He felt like clawing open his chest and tearing out his heart, because that was the only way he could make it stop beating like crazy from the nerves that made him quiver. Nezumi threw himself onto a stack of tires, sitting there and trying to calm his heaving breaths.
He hadn't spoken to Inukashi since the incident in the correctional facility. There was a very slim chance that she'd actually want to face the blunette. Normally, he'd feel confident in speaking to her; she may be tough from the hard-ships life had thrown her way, but she was still a woman. No matter how masculine she came across, there was still the softness deep inside her that only a female could possess. Nezumi was always certain he could use that to his advantage and sway her to his opinions.
But now, everything felt different. He could barely remember the confident person he used to be. The striking, famous actor. The sly, sneaky rat who could get himself anywhere without detection. It was all gone. Slipping through his fingertips. He was a nervous wreck.
It sounded pathetic in his head, but right now Inukashi was the only thread linking him back to his normal life, and back to Shion. So he needed her.
"What are you doing moping around here, Nezumi?" inquired a mocking, rough voice, that was gruff and solid like that of a man's, but wasn't deep; it almost sounded like the voice of an undeveloped boy.
Nezumi whipped around to see Inukashi's teasing grin, her matted brown hair tumbling down her shoulders and falling into her eyes in thick, auburn locks. Her rich tanned skin was covered with dirt, as was her shaggy clothing, and a happily panting dog trotted at her side. She chuckled slightly, a throaty snigger.
"Eeeeeeh? You're only just noticing me! You've lost your touch!" Nezumi still sat there on the tires, staring at her with a blank expression. But his head was far from plain.
What do I say? I'm not going to come across as an idiot! She's mocked me enough already. I don't need or want any more of her tongue-in-cheek remarks.
"What's wrong?" she asked, striding closer with her scarred hands on her thin, bony hips. "Got nothing to say? Nothing like you at all!" She stood over him, seeming to be indulging of her current position of power. Nezumi felt like a child again, as though he was cowering beneath a monster. He suddenly felt weak and powerless. Though, to tell the truth, he had felt that way for a long time now.
He lowered his head, tired of looking at her spiteful smirk. "Not like me…? Who is me?" he muttered, his hair falling into his eyes. Tears began to well in them, but he couldn't… No, wouldn't, let her see. Inukashi scoffed again.
"What are you muttering about?" She grabbed his fine, greyish locks and yanked his head up none too gently. Pain pricked at Nezumi's scalp as his hair was harshly tugged. He couldn't pull his head away, and his neck was bent at an awkward and uncomfortable angle. A tear escaped and ran down his cheek, and his chest tightened. Inukashi's grin quickly faded, her chuffed and teasing mood suddenly deflating. Her malevolent expression was replaced with a look of horror.
"You wouldn't understand. It's all too hard," he replied, struggling to form the words. It was not only hard to say to somebody else, but incredibly difficult for him to admit himself. He felt defeat. She continued to stare into his grey, watery eyes with a disturbed expression, and that only upset and infuriated him more. A painful lump rose in his throat, and gentle sobs made him shiver.
"Just like you to react like that!" he shouted. Inner agony coloured his words. "Do you have any idea what I've been feeling lately?! We don't have the best lives, but this is the worst! And now you just ignore the pain in my heart and stand over me like you're the boss of the world! You're not! Leave me alone! What do you know? Nobody will understand me!" He screamed the last bit, all of the words flowing out of their own accord. He hadn't wanted to say that. That wasn't what he'd wanted to do. But the tears continued to stream down his face. He'd lost it. His strength was gone. Any will to fight the world left him in the salty water flowing from his eyes.
Have you lost your touch?
No.
You're just worthless!
Game over, Nezumi.
His hair was suddenly released, and a hand smacked him in the face with a loud, echoing SLAP!
Nezumi's head was thrown back as hot, burning pain exploded in his left cheek. He howled in agony, falling backwards into the pile of rubber tires beneath him and clutching at the pulsating flesh on his face. He glared at Inukashi in horror, tears of pain mixing with the ones already staining his cheeks.
"What was that fo-." Nezumi's shocked remark was cut off as he took a hard kick to the stomach, winding him. Nezumi gasped for air as he was knocked over again, smashing his back on the hard ground. The sharp rocks dug painfully into his skin. Nezumi wheezed, grasping his wounds. He winced in discomfort when he touched them; they'd definitely bruise. He lay there on the ground, panting, as the thoroughly pissed off woman stormed through the dust.
"'What was that for'?! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!" Inukashi stood before Nezumi, panting in frustration with her hands balled into tight fists. Her knuckles were turning white, and her hands looked like they were shaking. Her face was twisted into a scowl, but beneath the heated layer of fuming anger it looked as though she was about to cry. The shaggy dog behind her whimpered in distress.
"You're the one who knows nothing! What's this depressed mess you've turned yourself into?! You've lowered yourself to the status of a weeping little girl!" Nezumi continued to stare at Inukashi, shocked beyond words. The tingling, twitching sobs that had wracked his body had been startled out of him, replaced with a fearful tenseness. She grabbed his shirt and yanked him up onto his knees. The stones grazed his legs even through his thick pants. The blunette gritted his teeth and ignored the discomfort.
"This is completely and utterly ridiculous! What has you so worked up? The sly, sneaky and shifty rat that you normally are I despise with a passion, but when you're this shaking, feeble child I seriously want to punch your face in! You're supposed to be hardened and tough! Yet, now, you stare at me with teary little eyes! Are you weak?!"
Those three little words rang agonizingly in his throbbing head. Are you weak?! Nezumi shivered, a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. How dare she insult him! He grabbed Inukashi's wrist with a shaking hand and squeezed as hard as he could. She barely flinched, her steadfast glare reflecting her deep frustration. He growled low in his throat like a feral animal.
"Don't even try to offend me," he hissed. "I am not weak." The salty fluids on his face made his skin feel sticky and stiff as he scowled in fury. She glared back into his solid, startlingly grey gaze for a few seconds before a wicked grin touched her lips. The thin woman threw her head back and cackled, releasing Nezumi and allowing him to fall to the ground. Her manic laughter rang in the air, and she held a hand to her stomach as the giggles made her shake. Is this some sort of joke to her?! Nezumi pulled himself up out of the dirt and ran straight at her. The blunette grabbed her by the arm mid-laugh and pinned it behind her back. Quickly whipping out the knife he always kept in his boot and pressing it hard against her exposed neck, she stopped laughing. But, that same amused grin pulled at her face. The dog began barking angrily, trying to bite at Nezumi, but at a noise that resounded deep in Inukashi's throat it stopped and began to back away hesitantly. She growled again, and it ran off with a worried whine.
"Oooooh? So your wild side is still deep down in you, eh? I thought you'd gone to mush!" she muttered harshly, ignoring Nezumi's heated breath on her face. "I didn't think you had it in you!" Her voice was animated and teasing, obviously mocking him again.
"Shut up," growled Nezumi, pressing the knife harder into her flesh. Her skin broke, and a drop of blood trickled down her tanned neck and stained the fabric of her shirt. She flinched slightly as it cut her, but they both remained rigid. Her body was hot against his, but she wasn't sweating with panic or fear. A tension hung in the air, and it felt as though if either of them moved it would shatter and ruin them both.
"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, Nezumi." Even now, with her life literally balanced on the blade of a knife, her voice retained the same sardonic tune. "There's obviously something on your mind. You've shown me more emotion in the last five minutes than you've ever exposed to the world in your whole lifetime!"
Am I being ridiculed again?
"It's none of your business."
"Oh, there's business, is there? Does it have anything to do with that wretched hell-hole of a city?"
"I told you it is none of your business."
"Aha! You're caught up in that disgusting No.6 again. I bet this has something to do with Shion."
Nezumi flinched.
Shion.
He freed her, the slightly blood-stained knife falling into the dirt at his feet. It embedded itself in the hard, barren earth, the hilt sticking up like a flagpole. Simply hearing Shion's name made him feel… uneasy. That simple, air-headed boy had dragged him through the festering mud and lowered him to this mess. Nezumi froze.
No.
It wasn't Shion's fault.
It was how Nezumi saw it all.
It was his fault.
Nezumi was the one who had to get a grip.
And it had to be now.
Nezumi shook himself, as though trying to toss off the cloud of dark depression that still tried to cling to his fevered skin. "Some things I have to do on my own!" shouted Nezumi, his chest swelling with a new-found enthusiasm. "I don't need you to pry! Shion is none of your business, it's my problem! You always follow your selfish ways, not bothering to care about others because they'll only bring you down. That's not how the world works! Other people are an important part of your happiness!" Nezumi flung his arm through the air around hi, gesturing to his surroundings to emphasise his point. Inukashi opened her mouth to interject, a puzzled look on her face, but Nezumi powered on. He wasn't going to stop. He had to get it out, and it didn't matter how insane she thought he was.
"We have to keep moving forward! Staying stuck in the past only drags us down! I'm moving forward, and there's nobody who's going to stop me!" He felt a grin pull at his face of its own accord. It was the first time he had smiled for a long time.
It felt great.
Before Inukashi could say anything else, Nezumi turned and ran. He didn't even bother to pick up his knife. He wanted out of here. There was no reason to stay huddled up in a corner of the West District, weeping in the dark, twisted shadows that fed off his unstable conscience. There had to be an end to the pain, and that meant taking initiative.
Nezumi kept running, ignoring the stitch that ached in his ribs, and didn't look back.
Inukashi watched Nezumi bolt through the slum streets, pushing through the crowd and seeming to not care when people stumbled to the dusty ground. He'd had a sort of gleam in his eye, a determination that burned brighter than she had ever seen before. She stood there for a few moments, hand still extended in his direction like she was reaching for him beyond the streets to drag him back. Realising she was frozen like a statue, Inukashi shook herself and started heading back into her hotel.
What had triggered that reaction?
Inukashi couldn't help but snigger when she realised what had gotten the haywire rat so eager. A laugh erupted from her, and she slapped her knee in humour. It was completely hilarious to think that the serious, emotionless and logical Nezumi could be thrown off the tracks by something as simple as that. She tried to stifle her laughter, wiping a tear of humour from her eye.
"Hah! I see how it is now!" She leant against the coarse, scratchy bricks of her run-down but welcoming – to her, anyway – building. The cool stone felt pleasurable against her skin.
"You fell in love with him." Her voice was a soft, kind mutter. It wasn't a joke, or anything to mock Nezumi. It was the truth, and no matter how much Nezumi denied it, or even if he had not realised his own emotions yet there was an undying affection for Shion deep down in his soul. She smiled gently, closing her muddy-brown eyes.
"Serves you right."
He just kept running. There was no need to stop. He was leaving it all behind, and there was no turning back now.
Nezumi had only taken one break and that was to go back to his room and bring only the major necessities. Two bags of gold pieces. Cravat, who was now repaired. A small monitor. A series of maps for all of the utopian cities. His jacket.
That was all he needed to find himself again and to build a new path toward making it up to Shion.
His now meagre belongings bounced against his back in the bag he had thrown over his shoulder, the only slight weight reassuring that he was ready to let his life from before go. His feet pounded into the dirt, and he felt like he was retracing his steps from the day before. He could almost imagine his winding, confused footsteps in the dirt before him leading back to No.6.
But this time he had resolve. He wasn't wandering there feeling at loss. He was ready now.
"Eve!"
Nezumi screeched to a stop, spinning around to see his manager racing after him with a face red from exertion. The round man huffed and puffed, taking a moment to catch his breath once he caught up to the blunette.
"What are you doing this far out of West District?" he asked, frown lines etched into his pudgy skin. "I saw you powering through the streets! You need to make a decision."
"I have made a decision. And I'm getting my act together. From now on, I'm committing." Nezumi suppressed a malicious grin as the manager's face lit up with relief and hope. He grasped Nezumi by the shoulders and shook him in excitement, chuckling with joy.
"Ah, this is wonderful!" he exclaimed, sweeping an arm through the air. "I'll be expecting you there at the theatre tomorrow, Eve!" The manager slapped Nezumi playfully on the back, but the blunette pushed him away. He finally let loose a manic grin, sniggering with amusement.
"What? Sorry, did I say I was coming back to the theatre?" Nezumi frowned and stroked his chin thoughtfully in mock puzzlement. "Hmm, I don't remember mentioning anything like that."
The manager froze, staring at Nezumi in confusion and horror. He stuttered, waving his hands around madly as he tried to say something comprehendible.
"I'm committing to myself." With that, Nezumi turned and walked off, ignoring the shouts and objections of portly man in the sweaty suit behind him. Nezumi's chest swelled with satisfaction. He was no longer important.
Nezumi loved his acting, but it was okay to let it go. There were things that were more important to him now.
Before he knew if, he was standing in front of Shion's house again, staring up at the golden sunlight that reflected off the glass windows of the store. He had a sudden nauseating wave of déjà vu, but he shrugged it off. Again, this time was different. He was prepared.
Nezumi contemplated simply going inside and confronting Shion, but there were several issues to that method; A) Shion would not be there, B) It would be an awkward conversation trying to explain why he broke into his home or C) He would be mistaken for an attacker and most likely taken into custody by police or beaten to a pulp on the spot.
None of things were an option.
Nezumi gently placed his sack on the ground, and slipped his hand inside. Cravat's soft fur brushed his fingertips, and he carefully took out the robot mouse. Cravat twitched his nose excitedly, eager to carry out his mission.
He affectionately rubbed a thumb over Cravat's soft face before setting the rat on the rough concrete path and allowing him to scurry off. A smile touched his lips as the robot squeezed through a crack in the wall, squeaking with anticipation. He stood there for a moment, and his heart began thumping in expectancy, getting a strong premonition that everything would work out just as he had planned. This would be perfect. He'd work out and begin to understand the turmoil of emotions buried deep inside him with Shion by his side.
Nezumi crouched in the small garden by the Karan Bakery, snapping into business mode. He took out the small monitor from his bag, quickly turning it on. The screen flickered to life, and a blurry, swirling image on the display slowly came into focus. Nezumi quickly took the small headphone plugged into the monitor and inserted it into his ear. A room dimly lit by the gentle orange light of the afternoon sun was displayed on the screen. Clean, smudge-free glass cabinets were spread throughout the room, laden with breads and cakes. Nezumi grinned. Cravat had gotten inside.
The rat continued running through the room, bolting up the stairs. Nezumi watched the live video stream from the robot's point of view intently, never looking away from the screen. He felt tense; he'd never actually seen the inside of Shion's home here in Lost Town, let alone been inside. He had spent one fateful night in his room in Chronos, but it was completely different. This building here was warmer; no blindingly white tiles and futurist looking machines and computers in every room, only simple but homely dark timber floors, and the occasional every-day appliance. Cravat reached the top of the stairs, and stood outside a dark room. Shadows stretched beyond the doorway, making it near impossible to see inside.
Nezumi's heart skipped a beat when he heard a sudden sniff from inside.
Cravat scattered quietly inside, the almost inaudible clicks of his rapidly shuffling claws moving in time with his pounding chest. The room was barren, only minimal furniture and a single suitcase left. Nezumi swallowed. He really was leaving.
"I am so, so sorry for everything N-Nezumi."
Nezumi froze, his breath catching in his throat. The video panned as Cravat slowly turned his head to face the source of the voice.
Startling, silky white hair. A pink mark winding around his skin. A thin, compact figure.
It was Shion.
Nezumi felt a sudden overwhelming wave of sadness when he saw the boy's hunched figure, his shoulders quivering as he held his face in his hands and wept softly. He could see streams of wet tears rolling down his arms, glowing amber from the sunlight gently bathing his almost empty bedroom. He felt like he was intruding on a private moment, but he couldn't back out now.
Shion had said his name aloud.
He held the monitor closer, listening closer. Shion's shaky voice sounded again. "For the pain I p-pu-put you through with….. making you c-come here, for making y-yo-you choose….. be-between me and your f-freedom and most of all…. N-Not being able to…. H-h-help y-you whe-when y-you nee-needed me t-the m-m-mo-most!"
Nezumi's chest tightened, and he felt tears prick at his eyes. Was Shion really this torn over everything? Was he this deep in emotional pain, just as Nezumi himself had been?
How selfish I am. All this time I didn't realise that he has problems too.
Nezumi still sat there, outside of the bakery that Shion called home, watching the boy's thin frame shiver as he threw his head back and cried, tears flowing from his rich, red eyes and staining his flushed skin. The more Shion wept the more Nezumi felt ashamed of his arrogance.
Suddenly, the boy stopped crying, sniffing a few times before standing. He swayed on his feet, obviously still slightly unstable after his breakdown. Shion shuffled away, flicking on a light in a room Nezumi assumed was the bathroom. It took a few moments for Nezumi to realise he was staring at the image of the empty room, unshed tears clouding his vision. He blinked them away, whispering softly into the receiver of the headphone cord to call Cravat back. The rat turned and bolted, scurrying to Nezumi's side after a few minutes.
Nezumi stood, gently tossing Cravat and the monitor back into his bag. This couldn't go on. There was no need to force answers out of Shion. He had to apologise.
The blunette nearly jumped out of his boots when he heard the lock on the bakery door click, followed by the sweet jingling of a bell.
"Shit!" he hissed under his breath, diving into the nearest bush. The stiff branches dug into his flesh, stinging his tender skin but he had to ignore it. He crouched as still as possible, a human statue. Darn it… Freaked out. He had barely concealed himself when Shion stepped outside, a cheerful grin on his pale face. The sobbing, shuddering child Shion had exposed only minutes before almost felt like a distant memory, a blurry image from long in the past. Nezumi found himself staring at the boy who stood there, suitcase in hand and Hamlet sitting attentively on his shoulder and clinging onto his shirt. The golden light seemed to make Shion glow, a white-haired angel shining among the sinful darkness that lingered in the slowly reforming city.
He was beautiful.
Shion started walking down the path, heading off. Nezumi gritted his teeth. No, he can't walk off yet!
He wormed his way out of the shrub as silently as possible, leaves clinging to his grey locks. Shion continued powering on, one foot stepping in front of the other deliberately and enthusiastically. Nezumi thought he heard the boy humming a cheerful tune to himself. Heart pounding rapidly in his chest, Nezumi got up onto his feet and inched closer, reaching out to the white-haired figure before him. He had to touch him. Confirm that he wasn't just an apparition before his eyes. Apologise for his selfishness. Make him stay.
Nezumi's groping hand was inches from Shion's shoulder, when Hamlet began squeaking frantically with excitement at seeing his original master again. The man froze, expecting Shion to whip around. But he just kept walking, and Nezumi saw a satisfied grin on his refined, gentle face. He hadn't noticed.
Nezumi sighed softly and dropped his hand, shuffling backwards into the shadows between two stores. He watched Shion keep walking away joyfully until he disappeared from the blunette's sight.
Now wasn't the time. He wasn't quite ready. But the time would come soon.
Shion had his own agenda, and there was no reason to interfere with his path. He had to grow and develop, and learn to live his life his own way. Nezumi wanted him to have that opportunity, because…
He really, truly cared for him.
So that's all it is… Nezumi thought with a grin. It's nothing complex. I simply want the best for him. I want to protect him.
He stood there, a dark figure blending in with the murky shadows he was so used to, smiling as he vowed to keep the one that was so precious to him safe.
The dark figure sat in the dimly lit room, little screens flickering briefly around it as its hands ghosted over the keyboard of its laptop. The screen now showed live footage of a port; hundreds of people were rushing around and bumping into each other, not even bothering to be polite. The figure snarled, its lips curling up in distaste.
"Flies…" It muttered darkly, wanting nothing more than to squish all the impudent and unworthy beings showing on the screen- or at least, all but one. A small male strolled onto the screen and into the figures vision. The male had short white hair that stood out from the browns and blacks of the surrounding crowd and beautiful ruby eyes. A dark gleam rose in the once hate filled gaze, promising mystery, adventure and most of all trouble for the young man. The laptop screen was shut slowly and a gleam of jewellery flickered into view for the briefest of seconds.
A wicked smile showed on the figures dark face, teeth gleaming slightly in the poor lighting as the room slowly faded to black, the screens shutting down for the last time.
"And so the game begins, Shion…"
CONTINUE THE STORY IN "THE NEW NUMBER"...
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Kitzabitza: And so it ends! What did you all think? The tension is beginning to build! I hope you will continue with my collab with the lovely Yuki in our next segment of this tale, "The New Number". It's been posted, so go and take a look!
Yuki: Hellloooo~ Ahhh I feel refreshed after writing that last little bit there (the creepy part was written by me ^^/)
Kitzabitza: I wonder who people think it is, Yuki? I bet there'll be some people begging for us to say who it is! But sorry people, you ain't getting ANY information on this person!
Yuki: Buuu~ all well, I'll let you in on a little secret *injects Kitzabitza with tranquilizer before she reacts* it's nothing big but I didn't want her going all nuuu yuki! But yeathe secret isss….
Our new character is an OC, and you can expect a lot more OCs in "The New Number". In any case… We'll see you all then! *Pokes Kitzabitza in the face* tehe
Kitzabitza: zzzzzzzzzzz (See you soon!)
