~ Chapter Six: The Fallen Assassin ~
Chaser glanced at the wooden clock, feeling extremely anxious as he watched the seconds pass by. Today marked the seventh night – a week passing after he had accepted the task to eliminate the prince. After tonight, something bad would happen. He was unsure of what or how, but a sinking feeling continued to gut his senses. He had a feeling if he didn't do anything, his client would take matters into his own hands, and in a very bad way…
"Chaser?"
The boy flinched harshly at the call of his name. He quickly turned to face the origin of the voice, locking eyes with a familiar, blond-haired prince.
"Ah, yes?" His voice was quiet, quivering like a cold, scared kitten.
The prince stared at the blond boy for a brief moment, then pushed his velvet-lined chair out, calling out to the young assassin with his hands. 'Come here.' Hesitatingly, Chaser jumped off the wooden desk and walked over to the fair prince. Without any warning, Pally grabbed the smaller boy, pulling him close in a cradling embrace, as if he were carrying a baby. Chaser gasped at the sudden action, squirming uncomfortably as he tried to escape the embarrassing position. But the prince would not let go of his catch that easily. He pulled the assassin closer, resting the boy's delicate head on his chest, opposite of his heart. He gently grabbed the boy's right hand and placed it over to his heart, allowing the boy to feel his calm, steady heartbeat. Gazing tenderly at the surprised boy, he spoke softly, a reassuring smile faintly visible on his rosy lips.
"It's all right, Chaser. I'm still alive, and you are too. It's all right."
The young assassin stared at the prince's bright blue eyes, unable to tear his gaze away. His chest started to tighten, and a strong yearning for the prince's presence started to form in his body. He breathed deeply, calming himself and trying his best to suppress his urges. Moments passed and his mind was soon overtaken by the lingering thought of his persistent client. A plan quickly formed in his mind. It was a simple, but very risky plan, but he knew risks were needed to achieve his ideal 'ending'.
Lifting his legs over the fancy armrests, Chaser slipped his right arm out of the prince's grasp, shifting his delicate hands to the prince's broad shoulders. He propped himself up, planting a small kiss on the prince's bottom lips. He smiled.
"Thank you, Pally. I… I need to go get something real quick."
The blond prince smiled in return, planting a kiss of his own on the smaller boy's forehead. But instead of the flustered face he usually saw, he was greeted with a fake laugh and a saddening smile. He immediately knew that something bad was going to happen that night. Reluctantly, he released his grip on the smaller boy.
"…Be careful."
His voice was quiet, worried, and the boy knew. Chaser nodded, avoiding eye contact, and got off the seat, striding quickly to the wooden door. He turned the doorknob but stopped, not wishing to leave the prince alone. He bit his bottom lip and furrowed his brows, strengthening his resolve. 'This is the only way... If I want you to survive. Pally… ...I'm sorry.' Taking a deep breath, Chaser opened the door, not daring to look back. As he closed the door behind him, tears started to stream down his cheeks, but he did not wipe them away. He breathed deeply before walking down the empty hallways, quickly speeding up into a run, his golden ponytail fluttering like a speeding air Nymph – a sad, lonely, air Nymph…
Pally sat at his desk, unsure of what to do. He found himself constantly glancing up at the door, waiting for his beloved servant to appear. His heart sank deeper every time the boy did not appear. He recalled the expression the boy held before they parted – a terribly frightening expression to the prince. He sighed, laying his head down on the wooden desk, his arms covering his face. After all their time together… He realized he didn't want Chaser to leave; he didn't want to be alone again. 'How vexing…' He thought to himself. 'How can I take care of this country if I can't even take care of my own emotions?' He sighed again.
At the sound of the door opening, Pally quickly raised his head and sat up straight, more than pleased at the sight of the young assassin returning. His eyes flickered to the clothes the young boy was carrying, feeling uneasy as he recognized the black coat, the blue scarves; the assassin's former attire. But Chaser was back, for a little while longer, and that was all that mattered to the blond prince. He felt his mind relax, and the corners of his lips turning upwards in a broad, relieved smile.
"Welcome back."
The boy smiled mischievously.
"Aww~, did you miss me?"
"Yeah. A lot."
The blond assassin blinked multiple times, surprised at the prince's unusual response. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling heat rise to his cheeks, and a familiar, suffocating feeling arising in his chest. He quickly glanced around the room, trying to find a new topic to discuss. His eyes set on the tall pile of paperwork, its height no shorter than before he left the room.
"You haven't finished the paperwork yet?"
Startled, the prince turned to his right, his eyes widening as if he had just saw the papers for the first time.
"Oh… I seem to have forgotten about them."
Chaser raised an eyebrow. The beautiful, blond prince, who never forgot anything (except for his manners), had forgotten to do his work? He found that a little difficult to believe. Was it because he knew the assassin's plan? He doubted it, but did not find the thought impossible, considering how surprisingly observant the prince was.
With a moderate pace, he walked over to one of the white sofas, placing his clothes down neatly. He then strode over to his usual seat on the wooden desk, fully aware of the vibrant pair of eyes intently watching his every movement, as if he would disappear the second the eyes stopped looking at him. Pretending to ignore the prince's nerve wracking stare, Chaser propped himself on the desk, casually handing one of the many sheets of paper to the blond prince.
"Ah… Thank you."
Chaser smirked playfully, gazing down at the prince with un-amused, half-lidded eyes.
"Look, I know I'm amazingly awesome in every possible way, but you should stop staring and focus on your work."
Pally laughed cheerfully, countering with his own infamously devious smirk.
"Sorry, sorry. I was just imagining how you would look in a different uniform. Maybe I should ask the maids to prepare a nurse outfit for you? Or how about a bunny girl? Or would you prefer the naked apron?" He snickered at the last suggestion. "Yeah, I'd bet you look super sexy in all of them, though I'd like to see the bunny girl first."
He winked at the boy, whose face was already a dark shade of red. Chaser quickly turned his head away, his embarrassment evident not only on his face, but his rapid heartbeat. He took many deep breaths, collecting himself.
"…Stupid, perverted prince..." He mumbled, not daring to make eye contact.
Said prince let out a gentle laugh and leaned on his arm. He saw the boy's fiery-red ears and timid shifting, and tried to restrain himself from teasing the poor boy too much. A playful smirk still pasted on his face, he continued to speak,
"Though, I'd rather you not wear any of those outfits here. I'd get far too jealous of anyone else who sees you."
The boy turned around, slightly surprised at the older male's words, and opened his mouth to counter, but was quickly shut up by the prince throwing another wink his way. He pouted; his throat unconsciously produced a childish whining noise, earning yet another laugh from the blond prince. Chaser cleared his throat, glancing at the wooden clock as he spoke aloud in a monotone voice,
"We should really finish all this paperwork soon…"
The clock struck nine and, as if on cue, a sharp knock was heard on the door. Pally straightened his back, his smile immediately faded from his face, as Chaser hastily got off the desk and ran to the prince's side, behind the large wooden desk.
"You may enter."
The door opened and a simple-looking, monochrome maid entered, carrying a plain white tea set atop a fancy, silver tray. She placed the tray on the glass table and bowed, speaking in a clear, deadpan voice.
"Lady Grey tea has been prepared, your highness, to assist you in your long working hours tonight. The main chef has retired for the evening; therefore, any orders for the kitchen will take a few moments longer than usual."
The prince nodded his head slightly.
"Thank you. Is that all?"
The maid nodded her head slightly, her eyes never leaving the ground.
"The cargo ship delivering your order of five thousand assorted lollipops has been delayed due to an unexpected rebellion in Elder Village. According to a recently sent telegram received today, it should take approximately a week for the sweets to arrive."
Chaser widened his eyes upon hearing the maid's words. 'F-Five thousand lollipops?!' He glanced at the prince beside him – his eyebrows had furrowed slightly and his face was completely un-amused.
"I see. Thank you. If that is everything, you have permission to leave."
The maid bowed and left just as silently as she entered, the door closing behind her with a quiet 'click'. As the maid left, Chaser turned to face the prince, his eyes furrowed in confusion.
"Why did you order five thousand lollipops?"
Pally returned the gaze, replying with a serious tone of voice, as if the order amount was completely natural.
"Because you said you liked lollipops."
"B-But… Just for that…?!" Chaser fumbled with his words, surprised at the prince's response. He was touched that the prince was willing to buy him so many gifts but…
"Five thousand is just too much! How can you expect me to carry all of that?"
"Well then, you'll just have to stay here until you finish them all." The prince smiled sweetly, his expression the complete opposite of his words. Chaser crossed his arms and turned away, biting his bottom lips and pouting childishly. He didn't deny that he would be more than happy to stay with the prince, but he didn't want to stay just because of the lollipops… He sighed, propping himself onto the desk once more, but on the same side as the prince this time. He turned to face the older male.
"Come on, I'd appreciate it if we could finish this before the end of the day."
The prince laughed in response, and stretched his arms.
"All right, all right." He stifled a yawn. "Let's get to work then. But would you mind pouring me a cup of tea first?"
The young assassin shook his head, tousling loose strands of pale, blond hair as he jumped down from his seat and started to walk towards the glass table.
"Not at all."
Chaser turned his head, staring at the wooden clock. It was almost eleven, and the two still had many reports to cover. 'At this rate, it might be too late…'
A yawn escaped his mouth, as he quickly raised a hand to cover it. He heard a familiar chuckle.
"Tired?"
He looked down at the prince and closed his eyes, gently shaking his head.
"No, just a little bored."
He opened them again to see the prince laugh lightly.
"In that case, would you mind massaging my back? My shoulders seem to be a little stiff…"
The young assassin laughed, smiling mischievously.
"Heh. You're getting old~." He teased.
The prince laughed again as the boy slid himself off the desk and walked behind the prince. A thought quickly ran through the assassin's mind, reminding him of the poisoned pin he hid in his left shirt cuff. He widened his eyes slightly. 'That's right. If this works…' He clenched his eyes shut. 'This just might be my chance…'
"Chaser?"
The boy quickly forced his eyes open. "Yes?"
"Just making sure you didn't fall asleep." He chuckled. "I know this chair makes it a little awkward for you, so you can work on one side at a time, if you'd like."
The young assassin shook his head, temporarily forgetting that the prince couldn't see him, with being behind him and the excessively fancy chair.
"No, it's all right. Just give me a moment…"
Chaser quickly pulled the pin out with one hand, his other hand pulling out a handkerchief he hid in his skirt. He quickly wrapped the pin in the small cloth, hiding it back under his skirt. Pulling out another, almost identical pin, along with a small vial of clear, liquidized sleeping powder, Chaser quickly dipped the pin in the vial, making sure not to make a single sound or mistake, quickly tucking the vial away afterwards. In less than twenty seconds, he had successfully replaced the poisoned pin with a new one.
The young assassin reached his arms over the chair, gently grabbing the prince's broad shoulders and steadily massaging them – squeezing with enough force to stimulate the blood flow, but not too hard as to injure the prince. After a few moments, Chaser pushed the heel of his left hand forwards, revealing the sharp, wet pin. As he continued to massage the prince's shoulders, he slowly positioned his left wrist, aiming the pin at a major nerve vein near the neck. He slowly inched the pin closer to the vein, but as the pin was about to make contact, a familiar voice called out, stopping him.
"Chaser."
The young assassin quickly pulled the pin back, hiding it once again in his shirt cuff.
"What is it?"
The prince sighed deeply, unsure of what to say. He knew that the boy needed to kill him, but… A thought flew through his mind, making him widen his eyes slightly. An idea. One that just might allow them to stay together… Not wanting to inform the younger male of his plan, he spoke clearly, with a teasing tone.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't stab me while massaging my shoulders."
The young assassin exhaled silently, biting his bottom lip, dejected. 'He found out…' Collecting himself, he scoffed, mumbling his excuse haughtily.
"I didn't stab you yet though."
The prince laughed, pulling his shoulders away from the boy's grasp.
"Well, my shoulders feel a lot more relaxed. Thank you. I'll be saving this command for later."
The blond duo returned their focus to the paperwork, one brimming with impossible hope, the other desperately attempting to escape the shadows that chased them...
Chaser tilted his head upwards to look at the clock, a few minutes to midnight. He turned to face the prince, his eyes widening with surprise at the prince's sleeping figure – right hand holding his black ink pen, head laying on the desk, facing right, resting on his left arm – as if he had fallen asleep mere moments ago. He giggled lightly at the defenseless prince, his face soft and peaceful – just like their first encounter. His smile instantly disappeared. This was the perfect chance to rid the prince, once and for all. But the young assassin knew that no matter how hard he tried, his body would not let him kill the beautiful, kind prince.
A sad smile formed on the boy's lips as he sighed, disconsolate. He got off the desk and walked over to his pile of clothes. Picking up his long, black trench coat, he strode back to the sleeping prince. Holding onto his coat with one hand, he reached over, easily taking the pen out of the prince's pale, flawless hand. He moved Pally's right arm closer to his head, and with some slight hesitation, swung his coat over the prince, as if it were a blanket. He brushed the prince's long bangs aside, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his soft cheeks.
The young assassin stood in silence, gently stroking the prince's cheeks with his left hand – just like when they first met. He laughed at the memory, seeming so distant even though it had only been a week. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, and walked to the sofa. He took off his black shoes and long socks, deciding to leave the dress on as an inventory replacement for his coat. Quietly, he slipped on his black pants and shoes, and attached his signature blue scarves to his shoulders. He started to walk towards the door when he remembered about his headband. Laughing softly, he took the headband off, placing it atop the rest of the pile.
Chaser walked towards the wooden door and turned the doorknob, glancing over his shoulder to look at the slumbering prince one last time. He smiled sadly, his eyes cloudy with reluctance, not wanting to leave the prince's side.
"I'm sorry Pally… …Good bye."
And with those quiet, unheard words, Chaser opened the door, stepping into the dark hallway. Not even turning to look backwards, he pulled out a few pins from his shirt cuffs – different than the ones he coated with various chemicals – and locked the door, continuing to glare at the small welcome party he had expected. The blond assassin glanced around, quickly getting out his precious Silver Shooters and extra bullets, preparing for an intense showdown. Of the thirty or so people surrounding him, there were about five assassins, all clad in midnight black and armed with various short daggers; fifteen or so knights, most likely hired from Velder, based on their golden-colored armor, armed with all sorts of long swords and spears, and the remainder were mercenaries from all throughout Elrios, equip with colorful scabbards, blades, and axes. Neither party moved, but the larger group continued to point their diverse range of weapons at the small boy. The young assassin growled lowly, not daring to look away, when an elderly man clad in red stepped through the crowd, glaring daggers at the small boy. Chaser returned the glare with a harsher one of his own. The man spoke clearly, his voice loud and strong over the crowd, despite his old age.
"What a worthless assassin. Even when you were given many chances to kill the prince, you did not even harm him. It was foolish of Penensio to have chosen you for the job."
Chaser scoffed.
"At least I don't need to rely on useless weaklings to do my bidding. So, what's with the party, Mr. Minister?"
The elderly minister continued to glare at the boy, his face devoid of any emotions.
"How dare you take such a tone with your elders, and one with far more power than you'd ever hope to hold." He shook his head mockingly. "It is a shame that you will never be able to speak of this rare encounter with anyone."
The man raised a bony, wrinkled hand, pointing at the small assassin, signaling his guards to prepare their assault.
"Now then, step aside, or shall I deal with you first?"
Chaser growled lowly, finally revealing his two silver pistols. He had no doubt in his ability to take care of the warriors, but in such an enclosed space… He cursed silently. This was going to be a long night…
Pally stared at the fresh corpse in his arms – the corpse of his first friend, companion in life, his beloved servant, the young assassin who had pried open his cold, uncaring heart. He looked at the wound over the smaller boy's heart – a large, bloody hole in place of flesh and bone. Pally ran his hand slowly over the wound. The blood was dry. He was too late.
"Chaser…?"
Tears started to gather at the prince's shaken, blue eyes, slowly falling onto the corpse's pale face. He gazed at the boy's relaxed face, his closed eyes, slightly agape mouth... …It was as if the boy was merely sleeping. Pally gently shook the body in his arms, calling out once more,
"Chaser? Come on… Wake up…"
More tears continued to fall, but the boy did not even stir. The prince planted a rough kiss on the boy's forehead, his lips and throat dry and in agonizing pain.
"Chaser, come on… Say something, do something… Insult me, slap me, shoot me, please… I beg of you, just tell me you're still alive…"
The sullen prince hung his head, burying his pitiful face into the sleeping boy's neck. Strands of his golden hair fell from his back, landing softly on the young assassin's cold, lifeless body. But the boy did not open his eyes…
Pally snapped his eyes open, his breath ragged and his forehead wet with sweat. He winced in surprise, noticing tears had formed on his eyes. He closed his eyes, taking many deep breaths to calm his rapid heartbeat. He lifted his head, running a hand through his long hair. 'It seems that I had a nightmare…' The blond prince couldn't remember what he dreamt of, but he had no desire of knowing. Stretching his arms, he sat up, feeling something slide off his back. Lowering his arms, he turned around to grab the mysterious object, his eyes widening with dread as he identified the cloth. 'This is… Chaser's coat?'
Feeling slightly panicked, Pally darted his eyes around the room, gasping heavily when he could not find the small assassin who always stood by his side. He let out a weak laugh.
"…Chaser?"
Holding onto the black coat, Pally stood up and walked aimlessly around the room, calling out for the young assassin.
"Chaser…? Where are you hiding? Come on now, you're starting to worry me."
No reply. He walked over to the white sofa that laid to the right of the glass table, noticing parts of the young assassin's clothes and uniform. Still hanging tightly onto the coat, Pally briskly walked to the door and entered the hallway, his breath ragged and his heartbeat pounding loudly, quickly. The dark hallway was empty, void of even a single sound. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a splotch of red on the light brown and gold carpet. His body convulsed in dread. He walked over to the stain, bending down and running his left index finger over it. Blood. And still fairly fresh. He cringed, his unease clearly resounding throughout his rapid heartbeat.
Hastily picking himself up, the blond prince sprinted down the hall at a dangerously fast speed. He was unsure of how or why, but a sinister feeling in his gut told him where to expect to find the boy. Arriving in front of his bedroom door, Pally skidded to a stop, stumbling over his feet, his breathing heavy and distorted. He quickly grabbed the doorknob, clenching it tightly and turned it, about to push the door open when—
"Don't!"
He stopped, feeling extremely relieved upon hearing the familiar voice. Still panting heavily, Pally called out from behind the door,
"Chaser? Are you there?"
He heard a muffled cough, then silence.
"Chaser! Are you all right?! What happened?"
No response. Pally felt his chest clench and an eerie, suffocating feeling envelop his entire being. He called out once more,
"Chaser! Move out of the way, I'm opening the door!"
"N-No! Don't—"
Before the young assassin could finish, Pally swung the door open, knocking the smaller boy to the ground with a faint cry. His eyes soon adjusted to the dark room. He gasped at the sight in front of him, his eyes wide with fear.
"Chaser…?"
The boy's clothes were all tattered, and small cuts were inflicted everywhere on his fragile body. He coughed, trying to prop himself up. Pally quickly shut the door behind him, turning the lights on. He knelt by the boy, his arms hovering over the delicate body, unsure of what to do. His mind started to panic. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…' He quickly picked the boy up and walked to his soft, white bed, laying the injured assassin down and sitting him up gently, darting his scared, blue eyes around the room, wondering what to do next.
Chaser stared at the panicking prince with half-lidded eyes, his breathing heavy and irregular. He felt no pain, but his body felt extremely tired. He badly wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep. 'Looks like I underestimated them a little bit…'
As if he had read the boy's mind, Pally quickly shouted out,
"No, no! Don't fall asleep!"
His voice was quivering, and his eyes were shaking. He quickly cupped the young assassin's cheeks in his hands and closed his eyes, placing their foreheads together.
"It's okay, it's okay. You'll be all right, you'll live. It's okay, it's okay…"
The usually calm and collected prince repeated those words, seemingly assuring himself more-so than the injured assassin. He quickly released his hands, pulling away from the boy, opening his eyes. He furrowed his brows, his eyes still shaking with uncontrollable fear. With trembling hands, he leaned over the boy, pulling him closer as he unzipped the maid outfit, revealing the boy's bare chest.
Pally grimaced at the sight. The damage dealt was worse than he had thought. There were no fatal injuries, but the immense number of wounds would leave a normal man hospitalized for months. Unconsciously, he ran his right hand over the wounds, earning a sharp gasp from the young assassin. Pally quickly retracted his hand, crying out many "I'm sorry"s as he darted his eyes around. 'What do I do, what do I do?'
Throwing the boy's black coat on the bed, Pally stood up, and started tearing a piece of his elegant, white suit off. He lifted the boy's right arm and started wrapping the torn fabric around it. Was this what he was supposed to do? He had studied and exceled in the medical fields, but the prince could not concentrate – his mind was running around everywhere, and refused to calm down. He tore of more pieces of his shirt, ignoring the upset complaints his tailors would have upon seeing its tattered state, and continued to wrap them around the smaller boy's wounds.
Upon finishing the upper body, Pally moved his hands to the boy's hips, about to work on bandaging his legs, but was stopped when Chaser tugged lightly on his left arm. Pally raised his head, locking eyes with the assassin's large blue ones. Chaser closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
"B-But, your wounds! They'll—"
Chaser shook his head again. He opened his eyes, gazing sincerely at the hysterical prince, and smiled.
"It's okay… …Thank you."
He spoke quietly, his voice barely audible even at such a close distance. Pally felt himself calm down at his words. Yes, he was all right. He was injured, but he was okay. And he was still alive. He pulled the boy close in a loose embrace, feeling his heartbeat drastically slow down. 'He's all right, Chaser's all right…'
Suddenly, the prince found himself filled with resent. He pulled away hastily, holding onto the boy's delicate shoulders. He looked at the boy, his face contorted with rage,
"Who did this to you?"
Chaser flinched at the sudden change in emotion, averting his gaze. He knew that the prince would go after the culprit and possibly get hurt himself. Especially considering the strength of their opponent…
"It's the ministry, isn't it?"
Surprised, the young assassin quickly looked back, connecting blue eyes with blue eyes. He shook his head, his eyebrows lowered in worry. 'No, don't go…'
The prince looked away and cussed, a dangerous flame burning vibrantly in his cerulean eyes.
"Damn it… How dare they…"
Chaser widened his eyes as Pally pulled away. Exerting all his remaining strength, he tugged on the prince's white sleeve.
"No… Don't…"
The blond prince turned to look at the boy's worried face, taken aback as tears started to gather and fall down the smaller boy's pale cheeks. He quickly leaned over, wiping away all the tears that stained his face. Gently caressing the boy's cheek, Pally planted a quick kiss on his forehead, whispering soothing words to the injured boy, his tone far more kind than it was mere moments ago.
"Shh… It's all right. I'll be fine." He planted another kiss on the boy's nose. "I'll be back shortly, I promise."
Leaving behind a bitter smile, Pally laid the boy down and tucked him into the red-stained bed. He turned around and walked away briskly, clenching his fists tightly as his mind was taken over by anger. Unbeknownst to the enraged prince, the young assassin was trying to crawl out of the bed and after the fleeting prince. He winced in pain as nerves from all over his body sent blaring signals to his brain, but he ignored them. Breathing heavily, he reached his arm out and spread his palms open, forcing his vocal chords to call out at the prince. But no sound came out of his throat, only weak sobs and cries. His mind started to panic, forming as tears on his red-tinted face. 'No, no! Pally, don't! You'll get killed! Please, don't leave!'
His thoughts went unnoticed as the prince turned off the lights and opened the door, storming out into the dark hallway. Despaired, Chaser pushed himself out of the bed, falling harshly onto the ground. He coughed, gasping for breath pitifully as he tried to crawl his way to the door, but to no avail. His body was far too weak, too tired. For now, all he could do was close his blurry eyes and sleep...
~ Author's Notes ~
Woot~, another chapter done~. Well, actually, this was supposed to be one big chapter, but I cut it since it was getting kinda long... ...And I was getting kinda lazy, hehe... XD /shot
After this one, there'll be... Mmm, maybe two more chapters left?
Also, I'm sorry if this chapter seemed kinda... All over the place? I tried to make the transition as smooth as possible though I still think it's a little messy... x_x
But uh, yeah! Another chapter down~!
...I can't believe this is ending already. *Cries in corner*
Well, as always, thank you for reading this far and I hope you're excited for the next chapter. c:
Feedback of any sorts is always welcome~.
Guest Anon: Why, thank you~. I tried not to make it too cliche, hope I succeeded, haha... Yeah... I didn't want to abuse DC too much in this story. Might as well let him survive as a virgin, until he meets Pally, right? XD /shot Oh, wait. He'll technically still be a virgin even after that... ...Just, no longer an ass-virgin. /shot And don't worry, it's not inconvenient. I love writing for this story, though sometimes I get a little lazy, eheheh~. XD
