Chapter 7: Home is right here

"Spooky, Scary Skeletons!"

"Damn it Sakura, stop singing that stupid song!"

"..."

"Thank-"

"Spooky, Scary, Skeletons!"

It was complete chaos in the game creation club room, with the curtains drawn shut, and streamers littered across the classroom floor. Candy, along with tons of soda decorated the table. This all happened about a week ago, at the last Game creation club meeting for the week...

"Alright, as you all know, we always throw a special event at the game creation club every month. The special event is held in the classroom, at the end of the month and after hours. Thanks to teach, we can also sleep over until the next morning," Roka explained, just tall enough to rest her arms on the table. Kenji couldn't help smiling at the small girl, who was sitting on a bunch of manga comic books to be high enough to even reach the table.

"This month, it's Chitose's turn to pick what special event we'll be holding!"

The boy inwardly groaned, his mood already going south. Chitose always picked some sort of horrific, death filled, complete war zone type of events. Her last event was to gather on the rooftop, and see how many people they could throw, and knock out, with dirt and mud. After an old lady fainted, the game creation club banned any air-born-projectile-themed events in the future. To sum it up, he was not exited for this specific event. But, Roka on the other hand, was very exited. Whilst she enjoyed all types of events, Chitose's events tended to appeal to the dark side of her. Events also meant that they could all gather for some wild and crazy activities, whilst sleeping over. It was much better than sleeping all alone in that huge mansion.

Her eyes came to rest on Kenji, who was absentmindedly lost in his thoughts. She was quite perplexed with the predicament that she came to realize a few days ago. She, liked Kenji. More as a friend, yet different than family. But she was slightly confused.

In all the anime, and manga she had watched and read, whenever the girl discovered she liked the guy, she started to act differently. She became shy, awkward, clumsy and very strange whenever he was near. Roka on the other hand, wasn't really feeling any of it at all.

It fact, she felt quite relieved. All these confusing tangle of thoughts, and questionable feelings she had were all suddenly explainable. It's like she finally unlocked a special ability that allowed her to progress. This feeling of being 'in love' and knowing that you were 'in love' was actually a very pleasant feeling. She had never felt this way before, and had never once had any interest in boys. But Kenji was different. He wasn't like all the other boys. He made her feel things she couldn't describe and think things she never would have considered before. He made her overthink, and overreact, and overwhelmed and overflow with the overall feeling of being overly overjoyed at everything. It was, overly complicated.

It was contradictory in every way possible. It was simple, yet complex. It was difficult, but easy. It was tiring but also invigorating. It left pain and joy, and thinking too much and acting without thinking at all. Illogical, irrational and indescribable. An inexhaustible source of emotions, thoughts, feelings and actions. If she thought about it, she doesn't think she'll ever be able to put it into words.

It was just...nice. Really, really nice.

"Prepare yourselves my fellow elementals! A week from now, on the last day of the month, you and I shall embark on a quest!" Chitose's booming voice instantly caught everyone's attention, drawing their eyes back to the violet haired girl.

"A quest of terror, that will make you bones shake, your mouth dry and your stomach knot!" The girl paused before climbing o to chair, placing one foot on the table.

"A quest in search of something grotesque and twisted..." She leaped onto the table, before cackling and throwing her arms up to the ceiling.

"A quest for the scariest game ever!"

Kenji went deathly pale, and slumped down in his seat. It felt like all life had been drained from him, and all that was left was the dreadful thought of playing horror games with Chitose.

"Chitose! You scared Kenji so bad, that his soul is leaving his body!"

Sakura leapt up, and ran over to the lifeless boy, grabbing onto his shoulders and shaking him like a rag doll.

"I got your soul brother!"

"Oi, who are you calling brother! And don't make references to other anime whilst you're in this one!"

"Kenji! I'll heal you with my fire-moe-magic!"

"Don't you dare, that stuff is just stupid!"

He suddenly felt a dark presence emerge from Roka, her eyes filled with the echoes of madness. She looked up at him, taking small staggering steps towards him.

"Kenji...I thought you lost your soul, but you seem to be fine...maybe I should just rid you of it once and for all..."

Chitose and Minami just stared at the three, a pleasant smile on Teach's face. It was always this lively in the club since Kenji joined. Roka seemed to be glowing as well, and Sakura was more cheerful.

"It's been quite fun since Kenji joined..."

Chitose scoffed, and rolled her eyes. "That foot freak? It's been more like a bother since he joined..."

Minami just chuckled to herself. Chitose probably didn't realize it herself yet. That she was a little jealous of Roka and Kenji's growing relationship, the small changes in behavior between those two and not to mention the small glances they exchanged. No, none of them have realized it. Oh well, she'll just leave them a little longer and see what happens. She mustn't spoil all the fun by ruining the surprises.

And with that she placed her head on her pillow, and closed her eyes, still smiling softly.

The following week, they started planning the event. Who would decorate, who would bring snacks and of course, who would bring all the horror games. It was buzzing in the game creation club, everyone busy with their own thing. After school, Roka and Kenji were in charge of bringing over all the boxes of decorations. The sun was low, and almost starting to set, it's last rays of sun bathing the sky in warm colors of red and orange.

"Aaaah, look Kenji! The sky is burning!"

The boy looked out through the windows, their footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. The sky looked as if it was set aflame, the sun a burning red against the painted orange of the sky. Yeah, he thought. The sky was burning.

Thinking this, he looked over at Roka, who was still entranced with gazing out the window. He felt the overwhelming feeling to reach out and touch her hair., which looked like it was shimmering in the sun's golden rays. If it wasn't for the boxes, he might have actually done so. She was burning too, so brightly and beautifully. Her flames engulfed everyone who came close, and enveloped them in her warmth. She had so much color and life in that small body of hers...

But she also had so much darkness and fear tucked away under that fire...it was fiercer and merciless, and threatened to swallow her flame. He dreaded the day that there would be nothing left but ash and shadows.

"Come on Roka, I'll race you to the classroom," he said, gaining the attention of the small girl. Large amber eyes stared back at him, wide and full of curiosity. If he looked closer, he was sure that he could see embers drifting in the depths of those burning eyes.

"Ready, set, go!" He shot forward, quickly gaining speed but still holding onto the boxes tightly. He could hear the furious tapping of small feet drawing closer. Roka was faster than him, but his strength outweighed hers, and right now, those boxes were pretty heavy. She drew up next to him, grinning madly, her golden hair wild around her small face. Her feet were a blur, and her eyes soaked in the excitement and rush. He looked over at her, lost in the picture that formed before his eyes.

Roka, running with all her might, her small legs carrying her farther across the floor and her hair streaming out behind her. Her mouth open as quick breaths left her lips, and her cheeks flushed from running. The orange bathed sky, and the setting crimson sun behind her, it's light streaming through the windows, immersing Roka in it's colors and streaks of warmth. Glowing embers and falling cinders were dashed across her eyes, exploding and burning with light that threatend to engulf the world.

This picture burned itself into his mind, and consumed all his thoughts. Words resounded in his head accompanied by the sound of a fire flickering to life in his soul, the crackling of the flame making his head spin.

Don't let those embers go out

Finally reaching the classroom he turned on his heal and ran in, dropping the boxes down onto the floor with a thud, bending over to catch his breath. What was that just now? He felt like he was going to drop everything and hold onto that girl for dear life. He had to keep on running to stop himself.

Dammit, what was happening to him?

Seconds later, Roka rushed in, breathless and panting. "H-How did you just..."

She collapsed on the floor, letting her boxes fall as well. He didn't have an answer for her. He couldn't fathom where he suddenly got that burst of energy from. They were both silent for a few minutes, the young teens trying to calm their racing hearts.

"We should probably put away the decorations properly huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, ruffling the small girl's hair. He paused, wondering when he started doing that subconsciously. She quickly stood up, and the two started carrying the load to the storage room. But as Roka picked up one of the boxes, her foot snagged on the side of the table. Crying out, she fell down, taking the box with her. As she landed on the box, the lid burst open and millions of differently colored feathers were swept up into the air.

Sitting up, the small girl looked in amazement at the falling, swirling colors, the soft pastel feathers drifting in the breeze that came from the open window.

"Roka are you alright, I heard a loud bang and-"

Kenji stopped in his tracks, seeing Roka on the floor, her hands outstretched to catch the falling colors, feathers strewn around her and dancing in the breeze. She looked up, a light blue pastel feather landing on her head. She giggled, before reaching out her hands towards the boy.

"Kenji, come look at the falling colors!"

Again, he felt the impulse to run and grab onto those small, little hands. He involuntarily took a step forward, not noticing the box, his eyes glued to the little girl. Tripping over the box, he fell down on top of Roka, feathers flying into the air once again. The box fell over, strings, ribbons and beads tumbling out. They lay sprawled atop each other in a tangle of decorations.

"Ah, Kenji get off, you're heavy..."

Dammit, again! Get a hold of yourself, Kenji thought, gritting his teeth in frustration. What the hell was up with him today? He blinked a few times, his vision going into focus. The soft light that poured in through the window came to rest on Roka, who was entangled in beaded strings, ribbons and feathers. She was rubbing her arm where he accidentally hit her, pulling her soft lips into a pout. She suddenly grinned at him, and grabbed a hand full of feathers, tossing them over his head.

"Serves you right for falling on me!" She yelled, slinging a thick green ribbon around his neck.

"Stupid, I tripped!" He retorted, draping a piece of polka dotted fabric over her small head.

"You'll pay for that!" She laughed, yanking off the cloth and pouring beads down his shirt. Their little war continued on, until the last rays of the sun started to die out, and the shadows grew tall and deep. They lay exhausted amongst the strings and ribbons, staring up at the ceiling where the shadows created patterns.

"Roka, we should probably get home. We can just clean it up tomorrow before school...Roka?"

The little girl yawned, stretching her arms like a cat, before curling into a small ball, her eyes fluttering closed. The boy sighed deeply, casting his gaze up at the ceiling again.

"Fine. I'll carry you home."

"Home..." She murmured softly, her hands reaching out to cling to his jacket. "Where is home Kenji...?" He looked at her, brushing a feather off of her golden strands. He was about to tell her not to worry, and that her home was in her mansion. But instead, he adorned her slim shoulders with his arms.

"Right here Roka. Home is right here..."

She giggled softly, mumbling into the folds of his school shirt. "Home is in Kenji's arms? That's silly..." He blushed a deep shade of red, rather thinking about throwing her aside, but she held onto Kenji's shirt with both her hands.

"Home was never so warm before...home is right here..."

Her voice sounded so soft, yet so tragic. As if there was something painful hiding behind her curtain of sweet words. He tried to hold back the sorrowful expression that darkened his face, staring down at the pitiful girl in agony. So lonely and cold, huddled up like a stray cat. Where was home for such a weak and fragile creature? He hugged her tightly, suddenly overwhelmed by his own feeling of loneliness.

"Yeah...for you and me both, home is right here. Right here Roka..."

His thoughts about getting back to the house, about Roka getting back to the mansion, about getting locked up in school, all of those thoughts simply died out with the sun. He had forgotten how lonely he used to feel, back when his father had disappeared. How he felt like going home was the same feeling as going to school. Just going back and forth each day, without ever returning to a place of warmth. Did she feel like that? Everyday, just going back and forth?

Back and forth and back forth, stuck in the same rut for what feels like an eternity. Did she feel like she wasn't able to return to a place a warmth? A place of comfort? A place to call home? Her innocent question of where home could be rattled him down into his bones. Every time he answered a question about the darkness element, a thousand more would take it's place. It felt like he was going nowhere.

One step forward, two steps back.

He closed his eyes, and rested his head against her hair, the wispy strands tickling his cheeks. He was enveloped in her scent, so sweet and intoxicating. He didn't know how to feel about the girl sleeping. When she slept, her eyes were shut, hiding those embers that dwelled in their depths. But on the other hand...

Those small flickering embers were hidden from the world, preventing them from being snuffed out.

XxX

In the end, Roka's butler came to pick her up, worried about the girl who didn't return home. On the way, he also dropped Kenji off at his house, the small girl dozing in the back seat. Thus, a week later, they were all gathered in the game creation club room, listening to Sakura sing. Kenji leaned down, whispering in Roka's ear, who was standing next to him.

"Roka, about last week, after we decorated..." She looked up, and quickly smiled, running her hand through her hair in a slightly nervous fashion. "Sorry, I fell asleep right? I mumble in my sleep sometimes and say some strange things. Apologies for burdening you!"

"Oh...no, it's fine, really."

I guess she doesn't remember he thought, turning his attention to the dirt-witch, who was busy picking out their first game to play. They were about to start when the power tripped. They were all plunged into the dark, the silence almost deafening. "Crap, the power's out. Okay, sit tight guys, me and Teach will quickly go check it out."

Chitose and Minami grabbed a flashlight, and exited the room, the door sliding shut with a thud. As time ticked by, the sun set, the night slowly seeping through the sky. Even with the curtains drawn back, the light was slowly fading. Kenji glanced over to Roka who was looking at the sky, her head on her arms where she sat at the table. "Guess it's already getting late huh?" He commented, the atmosphere tense, the fun mood long gone with Chitose and Teach.

Through half lidded eyes, her gaze refused to leave the window and she spoke in an almost dream like state. "The light is no longer wanted by the sky. So the night swallows up the light..." Both Sakura and Kenji exchanged a look of worry, before looking at the little girl again. So Sakura feels it too he thought, clearing his throat.

"The night swallows up everything in shadows and darkness..." She murmured, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Sakura suddenly got up from her chair, plastering a cheerful expression on her face. "I'm gonna go find Chitose! They're having all the fun without us!" And with that she ran out. But Kenji had seen it, the trembling in her hands. He could feel the desperation in her voice, to find the others and quickly get this event back on track.

"Sakura, wait!" Roka quickly jumped up, and chased after her, her footsteps echoing down the empty hallways. Dammit, he thought, following the small girl. They searched on end, but not a trace was left of the other members. Their hearts were racing, and their breathing shallow. It was dark and eerie, and fear was starting to claw at their bellies.

"Kenji, maybe we should go back..."

He simply nodded, thinking that if he spoke now, his voice would crack. But turning around his throat went dry, sweat dripping down his brow. School looked so much different at night. The hallways stretched on for an eternity, and suddenly the ceiling felt low and suffocating. The windows were stained black with night, and the moon was obscured by clouds. A daily building that they thought they knew inside out, had become a gaping maw of their insecurities and doubt.

A crack of thunder broke the silence, making Roka shudder. Why was such a ordinary place like a school suddenly...suddenly...

A place of fear.

"K-Kenji!" She said, her worry growing. She felt eyes, eyes everywhere, decorating the walls and watching her. They could see all of her, see through her and into her. She wanted to move away from their piercing gaze that made her hair stand on end. He grabbed her hand and ran off. He felt like something was snapping at their heels, snatching at their clothes. Their frantic running was accompanied by the small girl's erratic breathing, her feet furiously running. The hallways were unending, and every corner looked the same. Lost in a building that was usually so familiar, felt like a nightmare. A gust of wind blew a door shut next to them, a loud bang sending a shard of fear into their bodies as the girl cried out.

"It's just the door, calm down!" He said, but he was just as shaken. The walls were closing in, and the floor seemed to be dragging them down. Another clap of thunder sent the two students running again, the fear devouring them whole. It was gnawing at their bones and pulling at their hair. Closer, closer, closer it crept, dragging it's bony fingers down their spines. This school felt sinister, hauntingly strange and twisted. The wind howled outside, and the branches of nearby trees scratched at the windows, the sound sheer madness in their heads. It devoured everything and left only this wretched, jaw clenching fear in it's place.

It swallowed up the light.

"Kenji, I can't run anymore!" She said, her legs exhausted. They had been running frantically for an hour, and her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head. The boy was just as tired, but his heart that was beating like a drum against his chest was urging him to keep moving. Before he could reply, Roka pulled him into the nearest room, shutting the door behind them, her hands pressed against the metal frame as she tried to catch her breath.

Looking around, the floor was covered in a navy carpet, bookshelves stacked around them. A few tables with chairs were dotted in between, the windows against the far side of the room firmly shut. A library felt strangely comforting, the musty smell of books giving off a familiar and safe scent. At least they were finally out of those horrible hallways.

"Sorry Kazama-kun...I just-"

"It's fine...now that we've calmed down we can think clearly again." He sighed, taking deep calming breaths. This place was exactaly what they needed to start thinking logically again. "Come on, let's just take it slow. I'm sure we'll find the classroom." She nodded, as they both tried to open the door. The door however, refused to budge, clanking as they tried to pry it open. The orange-haired boy's eyes widened, as he used both hands to pull at the door, but it was firmly shut. He frantically started tugging at the handle, repeating the same line over and over in his head. This can't be happening.

"Dammit! What the hell, we just opened this stupid door!"

He kicked the door in frustration, running his hands through his hair. Honestly, he just wanted to leave this place. He'd had enough of this shit. To be scared like this was really diminishing and was frankly just damn anger inducing. He turned his head when a small hand grabbed onto the hem of his jacket, looking down at the petite girl. For a split second he thought about Roka, who was probably just as scared, but was quickly proved wrong when his eyes met hers. "Come on, let's sit down. The only thing we can do now is wait," she said in a monotone voice, instantly slowing his heart down to a calm heartbeat. He thought he was here to help her calm down like back in her house, yet here he was, hanging off her every word to feel anxiety or serenity. She lead him over to the window, where she sat down, her face giving no indication that she was scared at all. She seemed to be fine, practically no different than any other day. He sat down in front of her, feeling sheepish for being so terrified just mere seconds ago.

"Doesn't the dark bother you?"

She paused for a second, before hugging her knees close to her chest, resting her head on her legs. "The darkness is comforting..." She said in a somber tone, her gaze tilted at the floor. He frowned slightly, before asking hesitantly, "In what way?"

The girl stared intently at the floor, her eyes dull and blunt. "Instead of thinking that terrifying things hide in the darkness, think of it more as the darkness hiding the terrifying things. The darkness shields you from those fearful sights and graphic images that are left to haunt you..." Another clap of thunder resounded through the sky, as if the impact of her words was effecting the very heavens.

"Roka..." He said softly, her eyes reflecting the emptiness inside, the embers swallowed up by this loneliness.

"Like the veil of a bride, hiding her face so that the world if left to imagine her beauty. When she is actually disfigured and difficult to look at. Or the curtains of a window, hiding the storm brewing outside so that all looks peaceful and calm." There was a long pause before she spoke again, her voice a shallow breath that shuddered softly in the dark, and her eyes widening until her could see the whites of her eyes. They seemed to be a mirror of the darkness that had fallen in the form of ash and shadows across those once burning eyes.

"Or the bodybag of a corpse...hiding the repulsive and grotesque wounds of the brutally massacred body..."

He felt like he should recoil in disgust, but instead the impulse from before flooded over his whole body. Reach out, grab her and hold her until she couldn't move he thought frantically. She looked just like she had a week ago, huddled up like a stray cat, nowhere to go but forward. She wasn't allowed to feel, because feeling would mean turning back. And whatever lay behind that small back of hers, was so dark that it cast shadows across her face. That darkness was catching up with her little feet, and she couldn't run or flee from it's clutches.

"Stuuuupid!" He mocked, flicking her perky nose with his fingers. He had an irritated expression defining his features, his gaze not wavering for a second. She looked up in surprise, clearly shocked down to her toes.

Different.

"If there's darkness, then you can't see the nice things. Really, it's like trying to play a game with your screen off." He said, waving his hand dramatically. He had to act normal, ignore the depths of her words. All she really needed right now was someone who wouldn't overreact, or stare at her in horror, or try and console her with empty words. She just needed someone to reassure her, that they won't start acting different.

"I mean, we can't see outside because of the darkness. For all we know, the others could be right outside! But it's lacking light so we won't know..." She stared in awe, her jaw slack and her body limp. "Lacking light.." she murmured.

Different.

He was treating her the same way, she thought. He looked in her eyes. He was laughing! Laughing, and he looked at her like she was just being really stupid. He dropped his big hand onto her head, and ruffled her hair.

"Idiot" he said, giving her the most sincere smile he had ever given her. She was an idiot...hiding these things from him. Stupid, idiot, the boy chuckled to himself.

Different.

She reached up her hands, grabbing onto his hand and holding it atop her head. He patted her head, he smiled at her. He just did all those things, mere seconds ago she thought. He was the same. The same Kenji. He was the same, yet so different from all the others. Everyone always avoided her gaze, and treated her like the plague. As if she was toxic, as if she would burn them if they came to close. They treated her like a pest, no better than a rat. Like an illness. Like a demon, like poison, like filth and like she was cursed.

Different!

He didn't...he...he treated her like a human. Like Roka. He treated her like Roka...she was human! She was Roka! He realised it! He was different!

He blinked a few times, as he patted her head, his smile fading as relief washed over his body. Embers. Beautiful, glowing, wonderstruck embers. He didn't let them go out...he didn't let them die. That's why he always wanted to help this girl. So that he could see those embers, and keep them from being snuffed out.

Suddenly, thunder boomed across the sky, tearing a rip in the sky as rain poured down. It was as if the clouds had burst, an endless rain of water falling down from above. Roka held tighter onto his hand, at which he responded with soothing strokes across her golden strands.

"You don't like the rain?"

She hesitated, her eyes darting around in search of something. This was different from her darkness. It was more frantic, as if she wasn't sure of how to feel.

"I-It confuses me. I'm supposed to like the rain but then again...the rain it-it just, it's like acid...the rain makes me feel like my insides are being torn apart..."

He continued to pat her head, his fingers combing through those silky locks of hers in comfort. He wouldn't ask her why, for now he wasn't going to ask any more questions. He'd show her that he could handle her worst. After that, she'll trust him enough to tell him what the darkness means to her.

His tone morbid, he looked at her with a solemn expression. "Sorry Roka...this would all be so much easier for you if you were home right? In a place familiar...yet here you are stuck with me..." She had nice servants to worry over her well being, and a large house to make her feel safe, and friends who cared dearly for her. Surely, she felt alone in this place. Of course Kenji, he thought, she probably feels the least at ease right now.

"Yeah, it would be much better if you were home..."

He was suddenly taken aback, by slender arms, wrapping themselves firmly around his neck, and a petite body on top of his. The girl pressed her face and frame against his, her hands gripping at the material of his jacket.

"Kenji's the idiot right now, not Roka!" She yelled, her hands clutching even tighter at the jacket. She clenched her teeth, closing her eyes as she embraced him tightly, the boy paralyzed in awe and shock.

"Stupid! Home is right here isn't it?!"

The pitter patter of the rain died down, everything becoming quiet like the death. Everything just faded out of view, and the world stopped turning. All for a second...but it was the most beautiful second Kenii had ever seen. For in that mere second, for in the single second...

He saw a thousand embers light up around him.

They were tossed into the sky, dazzling and mesmerizing. They burned and glowed so brightly, that everything was enveloped in this warm, tender feeling. He was always making sure that there was a suitable home for his sister, an easy home for his mother, a nice home for them all. But for the first time, in that second, he had a home too. They were both, no longer stray animals, fragile and breakable creatures. They were just two people, searching for a home.

He felt his face contort in a mixture of pain, longing, sorrow and relief. He hugged the girl fiercely, desperately grabbing at her shoulders. Tightly, huddled together as the rain relentlessly fell in the background, his eyes squeezed firmly shut. He barely managed to choke out the words that stuck in his throat.

"Yeah.."

He allowed his pain to be enveloped by Roka, for the first time after ripping up Roka's back, acting selfishly and spoiled. He spoke once more, his voice cracking, and his eyes stinging.

"Home is right here..."

XxX

Author's Note:

Happy Hallo- dang it, it's not Halloween anymore...

Hello boys and girl! I was going to update the previous week, but I failed yet again. As always. So instead I planned to release this special chapter on Halloween! Which, for me, was two days ago.

Yeah, I ended up watching anime instead of finishing my chapter about anime. Oh, the irony.

So in my country, we do not celebrate Halloween. But the idea and concept of it always seemed very fun to me. I hope you all enjoyed your Halloween. Whether you tricked, or treated and if it was spooky or creepy or not or both, My Happiest Halloween to you melt dear readers! If you were wondering why our beloved characters didn't celebrate Halloween, it was because it's still early in the year for them, and I'm following a specific timeline along with the plot that follows that. BUT! Do not worry as I will post a special Halloween chapter, once the time rolls around for them!

For those Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood fans out there, you might have noticed Kenji breaking the forthwall, and Sakura throwing a line from that anime out there. Happy Halloween to all those FM Alchemist Brotherhood fans out there! :P

On a side note, these last few weeks have been very rough on me. I've been going through a lot of stress and emotional issues lately, and it all just feels really messy and difficult right now. I'm doing this to get sympathy points or nice words. On the contrary, I'm only doing this because I want to thank all of you. Writing this chapter was really nice, and left my head feeling clear for the first time in so long. Thanks to your constant support and positive feedback, I finally felt some relief from this constant stress.

So pack yourself on the back, because you made a really emotional girl smile! Thanks for still reading this geeky dorky girl's fanfiction. Hoped you enjoyed your extra long, extra special chapter for Halloween! Please keep supporting me, as you guys along with this story keeps me going!

Don't forget to review, comment, criticize and leave questions and suggestions. I love all your reviews, and all of you for reading my story!

Bye my little elementals! May your elements always stay spooky! Dorksy Daisy, pumpkin-writer elemental.