DISCLAIMER: I don't own fairytail.

CHAPTER 7
Flames and Guns

"Natsu-san, how did you know Mom?" Mavis scooped up another forkful of rice.

"She's my secretary." Natsu glance up at Mirajane as if asking, 'Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter?' but Mirajane just kept her smile in place. He didn't know if she was either telling him it's none of his business or ignoring him, knowing Mirajane, probably both.

The dinner Mirajane had fixed is nice and Natsu took the liberty to enjoy it with Mavis. Natsu had a towel draped on his shoulders and from the looks of it—it was pink with a baby duck embroider at the bottom—it was Mavis's. The color oddly matches his hair and Laxus's red shirt was too big for him that Lucy can see his sides through the big armholes of the shirt. Nevertheless, no matter how ridiculous Natsu looked Lucy just can't will herself to smile. She stood at the doorway, watching Natsu and Mavis interact. Her heart beating fast on her chest. Internally she was panicking.

He wouldn't know, right?

There is no way on earth he would know, right?

Lucy bit her bottom lip nervously. There is no way he would know unless someone would tell him. . . Lucy's gaze drifted to Mirajane unconsciously and she was caught off-guard when she met the older woman's discerning stare. Mira was watching her all this time, calculating her movements, and assessing her condition. Lucy lowered her gaze immediately, feeling guilty and Mira smiled at the gesture.

"Lucy, why don't you join me to my room so I can look at your injury?" Mirajane offered and Lucy looked up at her in surprised and before she could object, Natsu was already nodding enthusiastically, agreeing with his secretary.

"That's great, Mira! Lucy took the bullet out herself but I want a real doctor's opinion. Can you do that?"

"Of course. It'll be my pleasure."

"My Mom is a great doctor!" Mavis gushed, rising at her seat to express her enthusiasm and Mira smiled at her daughter gratefully while Lucy gave a small wave as they left the room. Mavis slumped back down at her seat and glance back at Natsu. "She always heal me whenever I scraped my knee!"

Natsu grinned at this. "I wish I can say the same with Erza. Whenever I trip she always told me to stand on my own and stuff with an angry scowl or a slap on the back of my head."

"That's horrible!" Mavis said.

"It's not that bad, kiddo." Natsu ruffled Mavis's head affectionately. "She was one of the most important woman in my life. I'm lucky I have her on my side at the worst day of my life."

Natsu and Mavis's voice drifted as Lucy walked with Mira at the direction of Mira's room. Lucy contemplated Natsu's words as she walk. His worst day, huh, Lucy thought, and she idly wonder if his worst day were the day she left him, the day where his parents left him to his grandfather's care, or the day Igneel; his grandfather, had died.

When they entered the room, it's dark and Lucy can only mildly make out the room; there's a queen size bed, a closet and a curtained window beside it. The moonlight shimmered giving the room a mild light to see through. Lucy was busy assessing the room when the door closed behind her. She was about to turn to glance at the older woman when Mirajane advanced and wrap an arm across her shoulders from behind her back, keeping her in place. Lucy felt something cold at her neck and she stood there frozen, horrified, but none of this emotion shows on her face. A knife was threateningly close at her neck.

"They command you to assassinate him." Mirajane breathed in her ear, her tone monotone and void of any emotion. "That makes you traitor on both sides, right?"

Lucy swallowed once. Twice. "I c-can't."

"Can't what?"

"Kill him." The memory was still fresh on her mind, her first failure, the beginning of her many lies. She didn't want the lie to continue but she just can't leave him. Not at that time anyway.

"Why can't you?"

Lucy didn't need to ponder to answer. The days without Natsu are the days she would never forget, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that side of the bed would always be empty, the moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise green of his eyes or the depth of his laugh, they had faded into the distance and she knew she would never get the chance to see him again.

She won't see him again but she knew he was breathing and alive and safe and that all matters to her.

"He was my life." Lucy admitted in barely a whisper, surprising the older woman. Mira didn't expect the confession.

"I see." Mirajane drew the knife away from her throat and Lucy resisted sighing in relief when she finally let her go. "But I really can't trust your words right now. Don't you agree, Lucy Ashley?"

Lucy turned and even though it's dark, she can see Mira's eyes. Yes, the violence was still there, alive and restless in her eyes. Vital and fierce enough to steal Lucy's breath from her throat and make her stomach muscles quiver. She swallowed hard before she spoke. "What do you want from me?"

"I only want one thing," Mira place both of her hands on the sides of her shoulders and stare straight to her eyes. "Get him away from my child, Lucy, or else. . ." Mira put enough pressure on her wounded shoulder to make Lucy cringe, but Lucy withstand it, keeping the brave look on her face but Mira knew better. The pain was agonizing by now though Lucy didn't show any sign of weakness. Mira smiled. As expected of an assassin.

"Or else?" Lucy challenged but the smile on Mira's face as she let go of Lucy shoulders was appallingly disturbing that it chilled her spine.

"You're payment won't be enough."

XXX

Gray was dead tired, and happy as hell to be home at last.

The conferences were endless, the paper works never-ending and the truth was, even though he was very much likely needed to rest, he always went to work six days a week, and often when he didn't have to, like today, because he loved the company. He ate, slept, dreamed, and breathed everything that happened from the first to the hundredth floor of FT's. If Natsu can be considered as a workaholic dragon, he was the workaholic demon.

When he remembered the meetings he endured for Natsu's sake, that's when the first real flood of impatience had struck. He was home, yet not home. For the first time in months he had allowed himself to think of his own house, his own bed, his own private sacrosanct space. Damn Natsu for making him work extra hard.

He always found himself constantly looking out for Natsu. What he mean is, who would be stupid enough to deck the high school principal one spring morning and gotten himself expelled? Who would be stupid enough to wreck his daddy's Porsche before he was old enough to drive and forgetting he had suffered severe motion sickness since childhood? Who would be stupid enough to do all those things? Of course, it'll be Natsu. And who would be stupid enough to let himself be influenced by that idiot? Of course, that would be only Gray. They've been known for their love of mischief since they got on the same school. Whenever they heard ramblings going on Natsu automatically asked this question.

"We do anything lately?"

They both thought about it. It wasn't that their memories were poor; it was just that they found trouble so easily, they often overlooked the results.

Even though he was as much as a trouble maker as his stepbrother, he was not a fool. Gray is smart and handsome—so the women said. With those devil's good looks the Fullbuster's were gifted—or cursed—with, if a female had breath in her body, she'd look twice, and maybe even sigh over that long, wiry build, that loose-legged stride that seemed to dare anyone to get in the way.

Then there was that thick black hair, those eyes, as blue and as hard as gem, imitating sapphires. They did nothing to soften that tough, sharp-jawed face, with that little scar along the left eye. God knew where he'd gotten that.

Gray pushed open the door, hit the lights and just looked. Home. It was so incredibly good to be home. He felt a little pang of guilt whenever he recalled the Dragneel's broken hearted expression when he told them he was moving out. They adopted him, and he owes his comfortable twenty-two years of his life to them.

He remembered the first time he saw the Dragneel's manor and thought that he was being ridiculous if he was thinking he would live the rest of his life there. It's an incredible palace and too good to be real. He was eight when he was officially a part of Dragneel's family. He liked Erza a lot because even though she was strict, she never fail to make him feel at home and Jellal is okay, he rarely leaves his office, but their son is his only problem.

When he heard they had a son, an only son at that, his first thought was he was spoiled and bratty. He didn't experience hardship like Gray does and he doubt he suffered so much like he did. When Gray finally met his soon-to-be-brother, Natsu regarded him with empty green eyes and absolute silence, which Gray didn't understand. Why isn't he happy? He had a roof over his head. He rarely starves, and can eat delicious meals every day. He was rich. He has a good education. His parents were kind. He can have whatever he wanted. His family is complete . . . and right there and then, Gray hated him.

Something about Natsu annoys Gray at no end. It was the look in his eyes, the eyes that have completely given up reality. It was as though whenever Natsu made an eye contact with him, he looked at Gray from a different world.

Apparently, Gray wasn't the only one who noticed this. Erza is worried about his son and she brought it up while they were playing jigsaw puzzle in Gray's room one afternoon. "Is Natsu talking to you?" she asked casually and Gray shrugged absent-mindedly.

He placed another piece in the puzzle and nod in approval. "No."

"Be friends with him, okay?" She pleaded. She ran his hand through Gray's hair drawing his attention. When he look up he saw such sadness on Erza's eyes, such grief. "I know you'll get along with each other."

"What happened to him?" He asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop it.

Erza's lips pursed and for the first time since he met her, she didn't gave him an answer. Natsu stayed a mystery to Gray. A mystery that he didn't dare to uncover nor he wanted to. Until, that is, the secret revealed itself.

One night, an uproar woke everyone in the manor.

Apparently, Natsu set the whole kitchen on fire. Gray stood there in his pajamas, frozen, not knowing what to do while people pass him by holding buckets of water and calling the fire station. Everything seems so unreal, the burning kitchen, the distressed noises, and in the middle of all of it Erza is holding Natsu away from the fire while the maids tried to put the fire off. Natsu is fighting off Erza's embrace with all his might and he kept screaming. "Igneel! Igneel!" He was choking on sobs, and in spite of his resistance, Erza pulled him closer. "Erza! Save Igneel!"

"He's not here, Natsu, he's gone. . . . He's all right now."

"He's not all right! He's mine . . . I want him back . . . I want him back," Natsu cried, sobbing, as Gray drifted awkwardly away, not knowing how to help him. He knew about his grandfather but Gray didn't know that Natsu love him this much and Gray knew how much that hurt so there was nothing he could do or say, nothing to ease the pain or make it better. And Jellal, Natsu's father, stood there watching them, aching inside.

"Why aren't you there? We could have saved him!"

"Natsu." Undone, Erza wrapped her arms around him and cradled him against her chest. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. Come on now, it's going to be all right." Erza's head is close to Natsu's as she murmured to him. In Erza's ears, Natsu is screaming, 'You're never there! You're never there!' at her and she knew she would forever keep the guilt in her heart. Erza cried with Natsu and Gray's own throat burned, and when Gray look up to see Jellal's face, Jellal had his head down, his hair blocking his eyes from anyone to see but Gray knew there were tears on his eyes too.

Furious, Gray clenched his fist. Natsu is killing his family. He was killing Gray's family. Gray swore, as he watch the fire burn out and the tears stream down his family's faces, that he would do everything to save his new family from Natsu's selfishness and he would try everything to stop this insanity, even that means talking to his loathed brother.

Gray's first attempt to talk with Natsu commenced with the help of Natsu's weird fascination to fire. He learned from the maids that the smell of gas or smoke sends Natsu into ecstasy and it really weirded Gray out. Natsu didn't set the kitchen on fire in accident, he did it on purpose, for the pleasure of seeing something burning, and that revolted Gray above anything else.

Gray saw Natsu at the lawn, lighting a candle and blowing it out and relighting it and blowing it out repeatedly with a lighter, watching the smoke lightly twirl around in the air. Gray approached him cautiously and sat across from him. He knew he needed to watch this idiot or else, he's gonna set something on fire again.

"Why do you like setting something on fire so much?" Gray asked careful not to sound too interested.

"I set something on fire because I like watching them go up in flames." Natsu answered, lighting the candle again.

"Is that all you gain from that?" He asked, his voice quiet, violence barely contained.

"Watching a flame on a lighter flickering is fun and addicting," Natsu blew the fire out and lights it with the lighter again. "But watching a full piece of paper burn all the way to the bottom is complete elation."

"Is that so?"

Natsu missed the anger in his voice and glance up at him. "Had any paper in you? Erza is keeping it away from me."

"Do you like fire that much?" Gray asked, drawing three pieces of paper from his pocket and handing it to Natsu which the latter took gratefully. Gray knew he needed to bribe him to get some answers. "Or you have some other reason?"

"It's a signal." Natsu answered, lighting a piece of paper. It burns in no time. Gray frowned at him.

"A signal?"

Natsu nodded. "He'll be back."

"Who?"

"Igneel." Natsu lighted the second paper and silence engulf both of them. They both didn't say anything as they watched the fire devour the paper without mercy. So it's about his grandfather after all, Gray thought. The pain is surreal, Gray knew, when you suddenly lost the most important person in your life, but it isn't enough reason to suspend yourself in time, not when you're forcing everyone around you to do the same. He understand Natsu's pain but Natsu doesn't need to hurt his family to deny the lost he had. It was unmerciful but it was over and Natsu needed to move on. He needed to or else, he won't be the only one miserable, all of them would be.

"People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will 'lessen as time passes,' but it isn't true." Gray began. The pain of losing his family is still raw but he needed to tell this to Natsu, to heal both of them. "Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn't be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it."

Natsu didn't say anything, not even keep his eyes on Gray, even though the fire is out, he didn't moved. Gray gritted his teeth in annoyance and sighed, decided to try again.

"It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off but you don't have to worry, you'll family will be there to hold your hand and help you up."

Natsu still didn't say anything and to Gray's chagrin, he lighted the third paper ignoring Gray's speech altogether. That's when Gray had it. He was through with Natsu's crap. He said enough words. It's time to beat some sense on him.

Gray rose and glared down at his step-brother. If kindness doesn't work, violence sure would.

"So this thing is making you happy?" Natsu's eyes were still on the paper as Gray stepped on the burning piece with malice. "The mightiest power of death is not that it can make people die, but that it can make the people you left behind want to stop living." Natsu was eerily quiet as Gray repeatedly stomped on the paper even though the fire was already out. "And you know what your power is? Even though you're not dead, you're dragging everyone to the grave. That's just bullshit, your grandfather wouldn't have wanted you to be sad and you're making everyone suffer. You're just a scaredy-cat who hid behind his fire. An idiot and a coward." Satisfied at his work, he smirk at the ashes before he saw Natsu's face.

Gray was stunned to watch impassive metamorphosed into pure violence in a split second. The usual, irritating frown sharpened into a snarl. Natsu's eyes fired. "I don't want to hear that from you, you asshole!" Gray's first startled thought, as that lean body tensed to spring, was a dragon.

Gray pivoted to avoid Natsu's swing, rammed his fist into Natsu's face and felt the first satisfying spill of blood. Gray couldn't even have said why he was fighting. Natsu meant less to him than the dust in the street. But it felt good. Even when Natsu got past his guard and connected, it felt good. Gray's legs wavered but he stood his ground and gave Natsu a mocking grin. "So where do you want to hear it from, huh? From you're burning paper?!"

"Are you stupid?! Papers don't talk, dumbass!" Natsu was not only pissed, he was freaking angry. Fists and blood were the only clear solution on his mind. He wipe the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and attacked. When Natsu felt the satisfying crack of knuckles against bone, he could forget everything else.

"Then tell that to yourself!" Gray shouted at him and Natsu shove him to the ground roughly. Gray sputtered a line of curses at the sudden pain and glared at his pink-haired step brother. "You are being cozy with that little shit of burning paper not minding that you're making your mother cry! It's disgusting!"

"Shut up!"

It took three minutes, plus thirty nasty seconds with Natsu straddling Gray and methodically pumping a fist into Gray's face, to finish their battle. Since Gray's breathing was heaving and his arms were limp at his sides, Natsu stopped. Natsu's strength and brashness startled Gray and he felt completely vulnerable from being caught off-guard. At the sight of Gray wincing in pain, the vicious rage drained slowly and fading from Natsu's eyes, uncurling his fists, and finally after years, emptying him.

A silence has passed as they both just stare at each other, both heaving for air until Natsu broke the silence.

"You should have seen your face!" Natsu's laugh erupted, quick and charming that took Gray by surprise. He was booming with laughter and Gray can only stared in astonishment. "You lost your front tooth!"

Gray started to answer an insult back and then snickered. The chuckle started low, bloomed into a full laugh at the look of Natsu's bruised face. The bruises ran from temple to jaw, in ugly purple. One of Natsu's blazing green eyes was swollen nearly shut. "You should have seen your eyes, dumbass! You look like a winking panda with pink hair!"

Erza found them then later, sitting on the ground, covered with dirt and scratches, one who lost his front tooth, and one who sported a black eye, and both laughing like loons.

XXX

"Gray-sama."

Gray glanced over to see Juvia step into the kitchen. She was still dripping a bit. Her legs were white and very long, he noticed—skimmed—at the thighs by a terry-cloth robe that was as boldly striped as Joseph's coat of many colors. Her hair curled damply around her face in a soggy halo, with a fringe of bangs that accented blue, wide eyes. She was smiling, and he knew that smile deceive many. Whenever she smiled she looked as though she could sell you ten acres of Magnolia swampland.

He walked past her and went to the living room to lounge at the coach. "I'm tired." He slumped to the chair and close his eyes. He knew they would be here anytime now but he was just tired. Just a bit rest wouldn't hurt.

"Gray-sama," Juvia approached him then later after a few minutes. Gray opened his eyes in time to see her leaning in and kissing his forehead. "You fell asleep."

"I'm sorry." He drew a hand across his face. Man, he was beat. Juvia sat beside him and he noticed that she changed her bathroom robe to a sexy tight jeans and blue denim coat that hug her curves. Juvia's hair is blocking her eyes, she rarely do anything with her hair, just let it fall across her back and that disturbs Gray to no end so without thinking, he tuck it behind her ear. Juvia leans her face into his fingers, the tender gesture surprising him. He leaned in as if he was drawn on her and kiss her on the lips, whispering her name. "Juvia."

"Yes, Gray-sama?" She hummed, distracted by the way he was kissing her.

He kissed the side of her lips, her cheeks and her jaw. "I'm sorry to drag you into this." He murmured against her skin and Juvia gasps, shivering at the way his breath fan her sensitive skin.

"Juvia will do anything for you, Gray-sama." She swore and Gray pulled away suddenly. His cerulean eyes are intense and serious as it gaze at her mellowed blue ones.

"You can walk away from this shit. It's never too late." But Juvia just shook her head at his proposal.

"Juvia won't make the same cowardly decision love rival did."

Gray laughed at this. "Still bitter at Lucy?" Juvia mocked pouted and Gray laughed some more. He bring her closer and pull her into a hug. "What did I do to deserve someone like you?" Juvia stroke his hair affectionately, and Gray smiled into her hair. "How can I ever repay you?"

"Gray-sama can marry Juvia." Juvia suggested cheerfully.

"You know that's not gonna happen." Gray tossed back as cheerfully, pulling back. "Not in a million years. I'm gonna die a bachelor to win the bet with flame-head."

"Juvia won't let you die, Gray-sama." Juvia promised, ignoring his rejection of the idea of marrying her someday. Juvia knew she can change his mind later, or die trying anyway. "Juvia would make sure Gray-sama will live long enough to see our grandkids."

"We had this conversation a hundred of times already," Gray whined, ruffling his hair as he rose from his chair. He went straight to his closet to retrieve a black case and went back to the living room to lay it on the table. He gave her a quick glance before he opened the case. "I'm not marrying you."

Juvia watched as Gray load his favorite gun, Tokarev TT-30, and tuck it in his belt, at the back, pulling his coat over it. "You want to bet?"

"I'm betting you would lose this bet," Gray load one of his favorite handgun, IMI Desert Eagle, admire it for a second and tuck it to the inside pocket of his coat. "I'm also taking bets on whether we live long enough for me to collect on bets."

Juvia laughed, a sexy tinkling sound of untroubled freedom. She drew her favorite pistol from the back of the coach, a Brugger and Thomet MP9 and grinned at Gray. He knew Juvia had sixteen other guns somewhere hidden on her body. She had the Glock 17 pistol to Glock 32, and don't forget her rifles. Gray was still wondering how she can hide a dozen of guns with that slim body of hers. "I think I can live long enough to kill all of them."

Gray smiled back. "I finally realize why I'm reluctant to marry you."

Juvia suddenly signaled and he nodded, understanding what it meant. They went on the kitchen with their backs pressed against the wall, and their heads close to the door. Gray stood and listened. Now the night was strangely quiet and not the usual quietness of the night. This silence has malice in it and bloodlust. "They're already here."

"Yes. Juvia is glad we are ready for some guests."

"What do you think they prefer?" Gray drew his handgun from his coat. "Wine or tea?"

"That depends on your hospitality, Gray-sama." Juvia loaded her rifle and smiled at Gray. "But I prefer tea myself."

"Then a tea party it is."

Before Gray can even fire a surprise blast of noise filled the house as the glass shattered on the floor. Everything in sight was tattered and Gray watch as his living room turned into a complete mess. He groaned in despair. "Dang it. I love that couch."

"We can always buy another one when we're married." Juvia suggested smiling sweetly again.

Gray groaned in despair. "Not this conversation again!"

As if on cue, Gray and Juvia fled the room and fired at the unseen enemy. Juvia guessed there were at least thirty armed men in black and glasses and she didn't take her time finishing them off. She'd never forgive people who put her beloved Gray-sama in danger. Gray, on the other hand, was enjoying the hunt. He was chatting like any other day as he exchange bullets with the enemy.

"Targeting me just because you failed to annihilate flame-head? You're hurting my feelings." Gray complained, and duck behind a sofa just in time as a bullet leap past the side of his head. He peek at the side of the sofa and pouted. "I'm more useful to the company than that guy!" A series of shot followed suit at his direction. He hid behind the chair. "Seriously?! Listen to me while I'm talking!"

"Gray-sama." Juvia knelt beside him, coming from nowhere. "Juvia is sorry. She ran out of Ammo."

Gray smirk confidently. "Don't worry, Juvia. I can handle it." He was about to leap into the battle field when Juvia grab his arm to pulled him back. He glance back at her. "What?"

"Juvia didn't think you've notice. Gray-sama is also out of bullets."

He check instantly and cursed under his breath. "Damn it!"

"It was time to get out of here." Juvia laid her escape plan to Gray and he nodded in agreement. In less than an hour they were on a Gray's car, driving away from Gray's devastated residence. It was so fast, one minute they were talking, and then they do some jumping, a lot running, but neither of them were shot and they successfully drove away from the bullets. Gray sighed in relief as Juvia drives.

"We made it safe, Gray-sama."

"Yeah." Gray looked at the window and wondered about Natsu's safety. Juvia steal a glimpse at him and then turn her attention back at the road, her lips pursed, troubled on what's going through Gray's mind. She feared that he was mad at her for the mistake of not checking their bullet supply. She was still cursing herself for that.

"Where are we going now, Gray-sama?" she asked, desperate to hear his thoughts, even on another matter.

"At Mira's place." Gray answered absent-mindlessly.

"Mira-san?" Juvia blurted out, surprised. "Is the president really safe there?"

"I hope so. Moreover," He trailed and closed his eyes in frustration. He apologized mentally at Erza for letting his step brother be in danger yet again. It was Gray's decision to reunite Natsu with Lucy after all.

"Moreover . . .?" Juvia echoed and Gray opened his eyes to look at her.

"I just hope Lucy hadn't kill him yet."

A/N: Bad news: It took me FOREVER to update this. Sorry guys. Good news: The next update will be . . . December 25! Yey!

THANK YOU FOR THE FAVORITES AND FOLLOWERS. HUGS AND KISSES WITH MARSHMALLOWS FOR YOU GUYS!

laxusdrayer2324: Thanks for telling me that you love the last update! You have such a kind heart! T ^ T

Lollilollicandypop: Thanks for reviewing! You rock! :3

sarara1.8: Thanks for always reviewing! Yes, the ALWAYS meant a lot to me. Thank you for supporting me!

handasica: I hope this update doesn't have OC's. And yes, you did encourage me so soooo much. I mean, you'd give me so much of your time, OMG i'm so grateful for it! I love you, girl! (If you were a guy, you can punch me for calling you a girl. XD) Anyway, I'll do my best to arrange the timeline and stuff and I was so happy to gain your thumbs up! It gives me courage I greatly needed. Thank you for telling me to take my time. I actually needed it to think more complicated stuff to add to this story. I'm sorry that it takes me almost three weeks to update, I know it's a bummer to wait, and even though I don't know if you still wanna read this after the long suspension, i'm still hoping to read your review. YOUR WORDS INSPIRES ME. Hugs and kisses!

p.s: You're not a typo, your grammar is perfect. Just wanted to tell you. :)

Guest: is it twins? I dunno . . . sometimes i forgot i'm the writer. HAHAHA. :D

MarSofTheGalaxies: I hope you're still reading this story. Your review means a lot to me. :3 Thanks for always reviewing!