~A Dangerous Game~
Chapter VII: Cabin Fever
(AN) Sorry for the year long wait for an update guys. University does that to me. See the AN at the end for a comment on the concept of terrorism in this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
She was still doing her best in the 'not-freaking-out' department, but it required quite a bit of work. Without her high pressure job at the hospital to keep her distracted, Sakura had way too much time on her hands with which to dwell on things.
And she had way too many things on her mind that she didn't want to dwell on. For instance, she didn't want to dwell on the fact that potential terrorists wanted to nab her in order to wean non-existent information out of her about Sasuke and his operation.
On the occasion that she'd found time to hang out with Tenten and Ino at Tenten's house and watched action movies, Sakura had always been a somewhat strong advocate of the sidekick divulging some details about the good guys in order to save his fingernails.
Or his fingers.
Or his life, period.
After all, wasn't self-preservation everyone's main concern? But here she was without any real information to cough up at all, any way to save her fingernails, and she had never been all that great a liar. If she were ever to get caught, she might as well begin mourning the loss of her fingers and her career as a surgeon right now.
Furthermore, Sasuke's involvement in the whole ordeal was complicating matters and causing her to re-evaluate her stance on the whole information sharing deal. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if anything she said to save herself caused Sasuke to be injured or worse, killed. Guilty conscious and that weird feeling in her stomach aside, she was beginning to understand why the sidekick in the movies did what he did.
Because, realistically speaking, her fingernails remaining attached to her fingers didn't seem a worthy exchange for letting terrorists have their way with the rest of the world and for selling out Sasuke. And, in the grand scheme of things, the bad guys always killed the good guy they captured anyway. Well, they killed the accountant first, but then they killed the sidekick.
And while Sakura didn't think that Sasuke thought of her as his sidekick in any way, shape, or form, she still felt inclined to keep her promise and not breathe a word about anything he had told her to anyone, be her fingers in jeopardy or not. If what Sasuke told her was true, and she was definitely inclined to believe that he wasn't lying to her, his investigation was serious and not something she wanted to fuck up for him. After all, she'd already concluded, and Sasuke had previously confirmed back in the motel, that the bad guys would kill her anyway.
Having resigned herself to that nasty tidbit of information, Sakura was struggling to find something to immerse herself in that would prove a worthy distraction from the chaos in her mind. Initially, she'd reverted to thinking about all the other things she didn't want to dwell on, such as the awkward situation she had going on with Sasuke and that strange tension that had appeared between them in Naruto's kitchen yesterday.
She didn't want to dwell on the conversation she'd had with Naruto that day, either, wherein he revealed that Sasuke deliberately hadn't wanted her to know about his existence. Why that was she still didn't know, but thinking about it wasn't going to make the answer magically appear in her head.
Desperate for a distraction she could actually apply herself to, Sakura dug in her desk drawer and removed the manila file folder containing information on the patient from her consultation. She'd only looked at it briefly over the past two days, having opted to spend her first day of free time catching up with Naruto.
Cracking open the file, Sakura leaned back against the headboard of her bed, wiggled into the pillow behind her, and read through the document for the second time since she had taken it from the hospital.
The patient in question was middle-aged and had an illness she had never encountered before. She had seen and treated quite a few degenerative diseases throughout her medical practices, but this was of a variety she had never seen before. The disease seemed to be causing his cells to attack each other, resulting in gradual lack of function in the affected limbs accompanied by extreme pain.
Sakura frowned as she flipped through a few papers to stare at the man's medical documents. When she had spoken to him during the consultation, she wouldn't have guessed that he was in extreme pain, but from what she knew of his ailment she knew he had to be. Scanning through his prescription history, Sakura couldn't find any intense painkillers prescribed to him within the last few years. What did that mean?
Some people had incredibly high pain tolerances, that she knew for certain, but not showing signs of being affected by one's body attacking itself? There had to be something weird going on there. Sakura gently rubbed her temple and flipped the folder back to the first page.
She needed to find out more about this disease. For one, she needed to know if it was going continue to spread throughout his body until he eventually lost all motor function and, finally, his life. If she could figure out what was causing it, perhaps a lesion or a malformation of tissue or maybe even a tumour, she could surgically remove or alter the affected organ and hopefully cure the man of his painful disease.
On the other hand, she could attempt stepping out of her surgical field and seeing what she could do in the way of developing an antidote that would reverse the effects and kill the disease. It wasn't impossible that a virus could be causing her patient's body to self-destruct, but it would be a virus never before seen by the medical community. From what she'd seen so far, if the disease was caused by a virus, it was a particularly vicious one.
Sakura looked down at his medical records and felt exhausted. All of the possibilities rushing through her head for what could be wrong with her patient would have come with signs. Any doctor worth their salt would have picked up on malformations or dying tissue within his body, but from what she could see on his records, there was no sign of anything being short of perfect. She was left to assume that his bodily degeneration was a recent development, but the very thought bothered her. Practically speaking, it just didn't make any sense.
She would have to borrow Naruto's computer and do some research on the symptoms and see what else she could dig up on the strange disease afflicting her patient. Hopefully there was more information out there to be had – if there wasn't, her patient, and subsequently her, would be in a whole new ballpark of problems.
Closing the folder and dropping it down on her blankets, Sakura stood from the bed and stretched her arms above her head, working out the kinks in her shoulders and her back. Rolling her shoulders, Sakura brushed a hand through her pink hair and padded out of her room.
Coffee. There was a large chance she'd start feeling more optimistic about this medical case if she had coffee. Sakura made her way down the stairs and breezed toward the kitchen, her eyes locked onto the general location of the gurgling coffee maker.
"-nothing came up. I'm guessing they're not big players."
Sakura slowed her pace as she entered the kitchen, hearing Naruto's voice carry from inside the room, next to the island. What about big players? Sakura would have had to fight the temptation to eavesdrop had she been stealthier in her approach but, as it was, silence had not been at the forefront of her mind and her pausing to listen now would be extremely obvious.
Coffee coffee coffee.
"Hn."
Sakura tensed, her grip tightening around the handle of the coffee pot as Sasuke's voice seemed to fill the room around her.
"But you already knew that. Fuck, Sasuke, if you already know something don't make me waste my time!"
"I didn't already know that. I merely considered it."
Sakura could just feel the frustration rolling off of Naruto in blankets as she pictured him throwing his hands up above his head in exasperation at Sasuke's remark. She'd have turned around to look, because the image would likely have brought her back to their high school years wherein this sort of interaction was not uncommon, but...
Coffee coffee coffee.
Sakura pulled a substantial sized mug out of the cupboard – attempting to ignore the sheer disorganization of Naruto's mug stacking system while she was at it – and placed it on the counter in front of her.
The orange ceramic mug was a little gaudy, but she had to smile at the real love affair Naruto had going on with that colour. Trying to be invisible in some weird hope that the boys would continue their conversation as if she weren't there, Sakura quietly filled her mug with coffee, placing the pot back on the burner and mixing some sugar with the dark liquid.
"Whatever," Naruto growled, "I'm out. I've got other shit to do." Sakura heard Naruto's clothes rustle as he walked around the island and came alongside her at the counter. Looking up through her bangs, Sakura smiled sweetly at Naruto, the same way she always used to back in high school when he and Sasuke would argue.
Grinning back at her, Naruto glanced down at her giant orange mug and in one swift motion, snatched it from her fingers and slid it across the countertop, bringing it to a stop in front of him.
"For me? You shouldn't have," Naruto teased, even as he brought the mug to his lips and took a generous gulp.
"Hey!" Sakura exclaimed part playfully, part legitimately annoyed as she punched the blonde's chest with enough force to make him choke a bit on the hot coffee. She smiled with satisfaction as he none too gently slammed the mug down on the counter and dramatically braced himself against the cool marble top, hacking and coughing.
"That was my coffee," she chastised smugly, displaying no remorse for the blonde's state. She wasn't truly mad but she was disappointed. That had been her coffee and that orange monstrosity was the biggest mug in the cupboard.
Resigned, Sakura turned away from Naruto and perused the cupboard once more, selecting this time a plain white mug from the back of the haphazard porcelain stacks and set it down on the counter, trying not to be disappointed by its significantly smaller size.
Finally noticing that he was going to receive no sympathy from her, Naruto coughed dramatically one last time before picking up his – stolen – mug, harrumphing at the room, and stalking off and down a hall. There was the sound of a door closing behind him, presumably the one to his study, where he presumably actually accomplished whatever work he had. Sakura was still suspicious that all he did was watch re-runs of old shows starring Yukie Fujikaze online.
Sakura was busy contemplating whether it was worth it to brave the potential horrors of Naruto's search history in order to find evidence to support her suspicions when the sound of fingers lightly but swiftly tapping across a keyboard brought her mind back to the presents.
She was alone in the kitchen with Sasuke.
Sakura tightened her grip around the handle of her hot mug, remembering what transpired the last time they were alone in this kitchen together. Or, really, any kitchen together. With a slight shiver, Sakura remembered Sasuke shoving her up against the doorframe of her own kitchen, thrusting his leg between hers and - somehow they just always ended up in each other's personal space, was the point.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Sakura let the warm liquid trickle through her and willed it to do away with the shiver Sasuke's presence had sent down her spine. It wasn't an unpleasant shiver in any way – in fact, it was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, but it was unwelcome.
Sakura turned and leaned her back against the counter, sneaking a glance at Sasuke as she pretended to be entranced by the small bubbles coming and going on her coffee. He looked good; like he had actually had a decent sleep and woke up on the right side of the bed. He was wearing a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his forearms resting on the countertop. His dark eyes were staring emotionlessly at his computer screen as his fingers began dancing across the keyboard, giving nothing away as to what he was thinking, or if he even noticed her glance. She didn't care... much.
Any feelings or connection she had felt between her and Sasuke had expired many years ago. It had all been in her head, and his desire to keep his presence unknown to her after high school graduation was proof of that. Seeing him now, after so much time, and under the unique circumstances, had just blown the dust off a box of old memories and wants. The dust would settle soon and the feelings would disappear, and the anticipatory shiver his presence brought to her would disappear along with it.
At least she hoped that would be the case, because she didn't know if she could manage having to go through another five or six years of trying to forget about him; another decade of having very short relationships, if any, because no man she met was what she really wanted.
Because none of them were Sasuke.
Sakura snorted inwardly and swirled her cup around, watching new bubbles form. Sasuke wasn't even that great – he hardly spoke to her, and when he did, it wasn't to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. It was to give her orders, or chastise her and yeah, that was attractive. So why, why, was she, so many years down the line, still attracted to him? Still fascinated by him? Still wanting to be just his friend if that was the best she could do?
That had been her MO back in high school as well – to simply be his friend; be someone he could lean on and talk to and trust. Yeah, she'd hoped somewhere deep down inside that maybe one day he'd come to like her as more than just a friend, but she hadn't needed that. She had been his friend and that was good enough for her.
Sakura snorted once more. Fat lot of good that 'friendship' had done for her. Nine years of nothing and then home invasions. It was a real friendship turned romance. Clearly, that whole friendship thing had been one sided. He had saved her first and foremost to protect whatever information she may have on him, not because he didn't want her to get hurt. That had probably been an after-thought.
A sardonic smirk crossed her face before it was replaced by a look of surprise as she noticed Sasuke's center of focus had changed. He was no longer staring at his computer screen, but instead had settled his dark onyx eyes on her.
Gulping, she wondered if perhaps that last snort had been out loud.
It definitely had.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder with as much subtle dignity as she could muster, Sakura took the necessary few steps forward in order to bring herself to the bar stool adjacent to where Sasuke sat. Pretending that she hadn't just been standing there for God knows how long brooding about her ex-friendship with this man, Sakura took a seat and placed her mug on the counter.
Propping her elbow on the counter and resting her chin on her palm, Sakura levelled her gaze on Sasuke. At least with Naruto out of the room and huddled away in his office, probably looking busy while he watched videos online, she had an opening to discuss yesterday's surprising new pieces of information that she had promised to keep secret.
They hadn't really spoken since he told her that he worked for a secret organization that specialized in counter-terrorism, and she had been trying her best not to dwell on what exactly that meant. What did he do? What danger was he facing? There were lots of different types of dangers 'counter-terrorism' encompassed. The only constant was the fact that everything about it seemed life-threatening.
Sasuke could have been dead for these past nine years and she never would have known. Sakura gulped and tried to hide the chill she felt inside her stomach from Sasuke while she pushed a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. He wasn't dead, Sakura told herself to make the sinking feeling dissipate – he was very much alive, and still staring at her.
Sakura forced herself to rein in her rambling thoughts by thinking less about what-ifs and nine years ago and more about the events of the last few days, when so much had changed.
"Can you tell me more about what you do?" Sakura questioned gently, her voice breaking the silence that had filled the kitchen after Naruto's exit. She wasn't even daring to dream that he would bestow any specifics upon her whatsoever, but she was hoping to learn more about what was going on and how her involvement affected the grand scheme of things. He could tell her that much, couldn't he?
"Counter-terrorism covers a broad spectrum of things, right?" Sakura continued, hoping to somehow trigger his participation, "Are we talking about a group that just wants to scare people? Groups with a political agenda? People that are just in it for the destruction or –"
"They have an agenda," Sasuke interjected, and Sakura shut-up immediately, holding her breath and hoping he would continue. Heck, maybe he'd continue simply because he hoped he could talk her into asphyxiating herself and then she wouldn't be his problem anymore.
God, that was dark.
"I don't know what it is," he continued, dragging his eyes back to his computer screen, "but they've had a very sophisticated way of going about their business." Looking back at her, he finished, "at least until the night they went for you."
Sakura thought back to the night she had thought Sasuke had lost his mind and was trying to rob her. Thought back to the three men sprawled on the floor of her home.
"The policeman had his ID on him," Sakura volunteered thoughtfully. She'd seen enough mafia movies to know that when a boss sent his lackeys to do his work for him, he sent them as blank slates, not name plates that might as well have been bedazzled with sequins and a neon sign explaining their presence.
Sasuke gave a curt nod.
"It was sloppy," he said, "a rushed job. They wanted to get to you before I did."
"But they didn't," Sakura couldn't help the small smile that crossed her lips, having realized quickly enough how grateful she was that that was the case.
"No, they didn't." Was there a pinch of smug satisfaction in his voice? She couldn't quite tell.
"And now you're stuck with me," Sakura said after a few minutes of silence. When Sasuke didn't say anything, she continued, "How does that affect your investigation?"
Again, Sasuke remained quiet for several minutes, his eyes darting back and forth the only motion he exhibited as he read whatever was on his screen. Finally, after what felt like forever, Sasuke surprised her by reaching out and closing his laptop and giving her what appeared to be his full attention.
"It complicates things," he told her, his voice deep and steady, "but I can still do my job."
His words relieved her, and Sakura felt less like a ball and chain shackled around him than she had since he'd saved her.
"Sakura," Sasuke's voice addressing her, saying her name, put that shiver right back into her spine. Focusing on him, she could see that he wanted to make sure that he had her full attention.
"The less you know the better," he said after a moment, "it's safer that way. For both of us."
While she was disappointed she wasn't going to learn any more, she already had known that this would be the case. Instead of feeling angry that he wasn't filling her in, like she had been back at the motel, she felt strangely happy – probably because his words had sounded almost gentle.
"Okay," she agreed, looking back at him and smiling, "but on one condition."
He raised a dark eyebrow at that.
"There are no conditions. This is non-negotiable."
Sakura sighed, mildly annoyed. "Just hear me out, okay? My condition is that, if I can help in anyway, you let me." Seeing that he wasn't looking too sold on the matter, she continued, "I'm a skilled surgeon, I know a lot of people, and you're stuck with me anyway, right? So use me."
After the last few words had left her mouth, Sakura tried her best not to ruminate on what possible needs he might have a use for her for. Blushing and trying to hide it by taking a drink of her somewhat forgotten coffee, Sakura cast her glance anywhere but at him.
"Okay," he finally agreed, and Sakura felt muscles relax inside her that she hadn't even known she'd been tensing. It felt surprisingly good to hear him agree with her and accept her potential help.
Not wanting to give him enough time to retract his statement, Sakura barrelled on with the first question that came out of her mouth, without letting it pass through her thought filters.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
-o0o-
"Have you?" Sasuke shot back.
The startled look that appeared in her green eyes was exactly what he had been hoping to incite. What kind of question was that, anyway? Having stunned her into silence, Sasuke moved to reopen his laptop and continue his work.
Somewhere, in the vast databases that T:7 kept, there had to be some knowledge of that pin he found in the Suit's pocket. He had surprised himself somewhat by putting off his research to talk to her, but he justified it by knowing that he wouldn't have been able to get any work done at all if she had just continued talking at him.
For whatever reason, he was having increasing difficulty turning her into white noise. It was like goddamn high school all over again, when her voice was the only female voice he heard. When her words were the ones that fought to pull him out of his thoughts. It was aggravating as fuck. A few days ago in his car he had managed to tune her out, but he was now feeling far less proficient at the task than he liked.
"I guess I have, yeah."
Sakura's soft voiced admission caused him to stop trying to open his computer and instead he rested the palm of his hand on the cool, chrome-like lid.
"What?"
"I have killed someone before," she explained, a sad look flashing across her face as she glanced down at her plain white mug and back up at him. "It wasn't intentional, by any means," she continued, her eyes looking at him but not really seeing him, clearly off in a memory, "but it was my job to save his life and I didn't know how. He died on my table."
It took him a moment of wading through weird feelings of surprise before he remembered that she was a surgeon, and experienced the fine line between life and death everyday just as much, if not more, than he did.
He didn't know why, but he felt inclined to reply.
"That's not your fault," he heard himself say. It was truly unnecessary commentary to begin with and he wasn't one for meaningless chatter, so why was he bothering? "You're a surgeon. You can't save everyone who cheats death."
Sakura looked at him and this time, he could see that she was actually looking at him and not through him.
"You're right," she conceded, "but I wish I could save everybody. I try to know how to do everything, but..."
"Wishing is useless," he said bluntly, "it solves nothing. Just do what you have to do."
Sakura laughed a quick exhale of breath as she shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "I wish wishing wasn't so useless with my current patient."
His eyebrow went up at this, and he remembered that his wasn't the only job that got derailed by unexpected company. He didn't let himself feel bad – whoever she was working with could wait until his task was finished. He couldn't afford to let her go back to work too soon and jeopardise his operation.
He didn't inquire further, but she clearly felt the need to elucidate.
"He has this crazy medical condition I have never seen before in my life," she explained, "it's like his body is self-destructing, but I can't find evidence of how or why in any of his medical files. If I could just get a hold of some information, anything, that could give me a better idea of what disease he's facing, I know I could do something for him."
Sasuke didn't bother to pry at whether she was speaking as a medical professional, or as someone who felt the need to make up for the life she had lost. Still... he respected her. He made a mental note to do a little research into Sakura Haruno later on and see just what exactly she had made of her life after high school. She had offered herself as an asset, after all, and if he ran into enough of a road block to actually merit her help, it would behoove him to know her background.
Remarkably, they sat in silence for several minutes before she stood, bringing her mug over to Naruto's sink and washing it out, before placing it upside down on the drainer.
"Well, I'll leave you to your work," she said then, turning back to face him. She was smiling at him, and he was momentarily distracted by her volunteering to leave him alone. And momentarily bothered by how he would describe her smile as pretty, and by his actually wondering if her hair was as soft as it looked as she brushed it back from her shoulders with her hands.
Goddamn. What was wrong with him? He needed to say something to make her stop smiling like that.
"I have."
"What?" Sakura tilted her just slightly, a confused look on her face.
"I have killed." He didn't bother to say how many. He didn't need to. The smile had left her face and instead she looked a mixture of sad, worried, and surprised.
For some reason, he didn't like this expression anymore than her previous one. In fact, he liked it less.
"Oh," she said softly, and he expected that to be the end of it. But instead, she added, "Just... whatever you do Sasuke? Be careful. Please."
And with that, she padded out of the room and left him sitting alone, just as he normally preferred. He brushed his hand through his thick dark hair and lifted the lid of his laptop. He stared at the words on his screen but didn't read any of them. Why wasn't he feeling relieved by her absence?
Sasuke sighed, frustrated. Ever since she'd pathetically tried to assault him in the kitchen, she'd been more of a distraction to him than he liked. It was disturbing that he found himself wishing that she'd just go back to annoying him, so he could go back to thinking of her as nothing but a hindrance.
-o0o-
It had been a week since Sasuke showed up on his doorstep with Sakura, knocked her out, and sprung his news on Naruto. As Naruto stared in horror at his ramen cabinet, he acknowledged that that week was six days too long for Sakura to be sitting around with nothing to do.
"I'll be back late," Sasuke's voice punched through Naruto's horrified thoughts as the man brushed past him on his way to the front door.
Swiftly, Naruto shot out his arm and, with a grip strong enough to get Sasuke's surprised attention, pulled him back to him.
"The fuck, Naruto?" Sasuke growled, trying to yank his arm out of the blonde's grasp. But Naruto would not budge.
"Take her with you," Naruto begged, focusing his pleading blue eyes on Sasuke's pissed off dark ones.
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeease take her with you!" Naruto begged harder and louder, as if that would change Sasuke's mind. "She's going insane."
Sasuke's eyebrows rose at this, and Naruto took it as an opportunity to plead his case. Lowering his voice so as to avoid being overheard by the pink haired demon that was no doubt roaming his upstairs this very instant looking for something to reorganize, Naruto hissed his dilemma at his impatient T:7 partner.
"She's reorganizing everything! Look, would you just lookat my ramen cabinet? There's no ramen! I have no idea where the hell anything is anymore. And my mugs – she rearranged them by size. She alphabetized my DVD's, comic books, magazines!"
Naruto dragged Sasuke behind him as he bustled over to his linen closet.
"She colour coded my towels." Naruto said ominously, finding it truly terrifying, "AND she did my laundry. She folded my underwear, Sasuke."
"You've got to take her out with you. She's losing her mind cooped up in here and I'm losing all my shit. I can't find anything! She's always busy with work, always. Being stuck in my house with nothing to do is driving her and me crazy."
Sasuke sighed in frustration, finally succeeding in jerking his arm out of Naruto's grasp.
"I can't take her with me, idiot," he hissed back, at least having the courtesy to also avoid attracting the pink haired demon's attention, "I'm going out to the club to meet a contact. I'd be dragging her into exactly the thing I brought her here to avoid."
"It's a club for fuck's sakes, Sasuke!" Naruto countered, desperate to succeed in his plea. "There are tons of people there, and she'll blend in with the crowd. No one's going to take a shot at her there."
Sasuke scoffed at his 'blend in' comment, and Naruto tried and failed to ignore the fact that Sakura's pink hair was somewhat of a novelty.
"It'll be dark, anyways..." Naruto mumbled.
"No."
"Well, fine." Naruto harrumphed, folding his arms in front of him, "we'll just see how you feel when she finishes with my shit and moves on to digging through yours."
At that, Naruto knew he had won. Sasuke didn't like anyone touching his stuff, ever, and they both knew Sakura well enough to know that in her pursuit for organisation, she'd find a way to get past whatever obstacles Sasuke created.
"Fine," Sasuke growled, "tell her she has ten minutes to get down here or I'm leaving without her."
"Yes!" Naruto shouted, punching his arm up in the air in victory. Grinning widely at Sasuke, Naruto slapped his best bud on the shoulder before dashing upstairs to tell Sakura that she could have a night out.
(AN) I want to address a concern of one of my reviewers for the last chapter. With respect to my concept of bringing terrorism into this story, I'm going with the idea of terrorism being "the use of violence and intimidation in pursuit of political aims." I don't know whether that will alleviate any concerns or exacerbate them, but I just want to get that out there. The only thing I may be iffy with is the political aims as opposed to other aims, but then again, perhaps not.
That said: I hope Sasuke and Naruto working for a CT organization didn't ruin the story for anyone. That was my goal with them since this plot popped into my head one night. I thought, "Man, wouldn't they be such badass secret agents? It'd be like... good cop, bad cop, except way more epic." At least IMO. Whether I manage to write them that way is yet to be determined.
I drove into a writing rut around the coffee in the kitchen scene – it's unfortunate but true and hopefully not terribly obvious before now. Sorry for the long wait! You'd think that having the majority of this story outlined would do better to combat writers block. (Instead, I ended up tying the drawstrings of my sweats to my desk so I wouldn't get up and wander away when I couldn't find the right words ^_^')
Also, please bear in mind that I am a university student pursuing an honours degree and am a teaching assistant. I love to write, and this story is near and dear to my heart, so all I ask is for you to be patient in waiting for updates. This story WILL be updated and WILL be finished.
Thanks a bunch for reading all that! If you could, do me oooooone more favour and leave me a review? Please and thank you! ^_^
~dancer-me
