"Come on…" I seethed at the image of myself in the mirror as I tucked the same piece of hair behind my ear over and over again. This morning, I'd decided to curl my hair, and it was not going well. Sulpicia used to always help me, but I thought that I was getting old enough that I should know how to do it myself. Aside from the haphazard burns on my hands, it was a pretty easy and painless process. But this morning, I'd managed to curl the same piece of hair in two different directions.

I didn't even think that was possible.

I growled in frustration and threw the curling iron down onto the marble countertop. "I give up!" I shouted to no one in particular.

"Sera?"

I spun around as a gentle, feminine voice broke me from my angry outburst. A black head of lusciously-curly hair poked into my room, followed by a pale hand slithering around the door and resting palm-down on the other side. "Are you quite all right?"

I tightened my lips, trying to look calm; but the tears of my frustration were already welling up. I'd started my monthly cycle, and was not looking forward to venturing around the fortress today. It was very obvious what has happening biologically with me, and it was humiliating to know that everyone else knew too.

"I'm fine, Didyme," I replied sharply.

She looked doubtful; turning her head to the side while her eyes still rested on me. She looked strikingly like Aro with her skeptical facial expression. It was unnerving.

"Something tells me you're lying," she said quietly, a small smile teasing her lips.

I sighed and ran my hand over my face, closing my eyes for a brief moment and then opening them to look at the flawless goddess before me; with her form-fitting lavender dress, flowing onyx hair, and perfect figure.

"D'you…know anything about hair?" I all but whimpered, glancing up at her own expertly-done hair and feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question. She merely chuckled and walked over to me, pulling the chair from my vanity and plopping me down into it before separating my hair with her fingers. She examined the curls for a moment before speaking.

"They're very well done; what do you need me for?"

"This one," I grumbled, grabbing a piece hanging limply around the left side of my face and tossing it over my shoulder; landing in her open hand.

"Hmm…" she thought for a moment, smoothing the piece of hair with two fingers. "Perhaps if we modified your style, we could find a suitable place for it."

"What do you mean?" I asked, resting my elbow on the cool countertop.

Didyme chuckled quietly. "Look,"

She grabbed two pieces of hair from around my face, and pulled them around the back of my head, opening up my face and ridding me of irritating hair that hung in front of my eyes. She tied a delicate knot with the two pieces, restraining them as she removed her hands and examined her work. My hair resembled Aro's normal hairstyle, but with a little more of a feminine twist. I couldn't help but smile into the mirror.

"Thank you. You know, you're my favorite aunt, right?"

Didyme laughed her jingling laugh, patting my shoulders with her freezing-cold hands. "And you're my favorite niece. But don't tell Johanna," she smirked, kissing the top of my head.

"I won't," I smiled, holding still as her icy lips touched the top of my head.

We both sat in silence for a moment, before she sighed quietly and patted my shoulder once more. "I must go now; I love you."

"Love you too," I replied automatically, smoothing the hair lying over my shoulders. Didyme smiled again, and swept from the room in the blink of an eye. I marveled at how my mood has lifted since she came and left. She'd cheered me up exponentially. It's funny how aunts can do that; especially ones as nice and fun as Didyme.

Apart from Sulpicia, Didyme was the main female role-model in my life. She and Marcus had – what seemed to me – the absolute perfect relationship. He was kind, gentle, knowledgeable, courteous…perfect. She had those things too, but she was what Aro referred to as the 'wild card'. She was the fun half of Aro, as well as that half of Marcus.

She used to sneak Johanna and me out of the fortress and teach us about popular culture; styles, music, dancing, as well as other things. Of course, Aro was furious when he'd found out, but since no harm was done, Marcus managed to calm him down, and keep him from punishing Didyme.

Content with my hairstyle, I stood from my vanity and fluffed myself one more time before skirting from the room and towards my study. Today was Saturday, and I was determined to be semi-productive; even though the teachers at Volterra Academy had stopped assigning homework last week since school was ending in about eight days.

Summer. The time for tedious boringness.

Also a time for Johanna to wreak havoc in the castle out of sheer desperation for something to do.

I tugged on the long sleeves of my dress, pulling them down into my palms and over my wrists; my bony fingers peeking out of the belled-sleeve. The door to my study was in view, and I slowed my pace. But two sharp pokes in my sides caused me to shriek and leap off of my feet, before toppling to the ground. But just before I hit the cold, stone floor, a pair of muscular tree-trunk like arms caught me and held me suspended a foot or two from the ground.

"Felix!" I screamed, rubbing my sides frantically with my hands. The towering giant laughed his deep laugh; hoisting me back to my feet.

"Sorry, Sera; I couldn't resist. Your reaction is much better than Johanna's. Strange, I didn't know you were ticklish..." he smirked, wriggling his fingers deviously.

"I'm not!" I replied in horror. "That little finger-prod hurt!"

"I won't do it again," he vowed, releasing his arms from around me and watching me like I was suddenly going to collapse to the ground. "Where are you headed off to?"

"Wouldn't you like to know..." I mumbled, more declarative than interrogative.

"Aw, c'mon, Sera; the jab was a joke..."

I chuckled darkly, enjoying his brief moment of sniveling. "I'm not mad, Felix. I was going to my study."

"To do what?"

I shrugged. "I...don't really know. Why are you so inquisitive? Are you..." I put on a dark and dramatic expression, "stalking me?"

Felix roared with laughter, hunching his shoulders and leaning towards me threateningly. "Yes, exactly..."

"I knew it," I said dramatically, putting my hand on my neck and donning a rather over-the-top cockney accent. "'e's come for me at last!"

Felix sniggered, laughter dying down. I smirked at my moment of playfulness, and turned from him, continuing the last few feet to my study. "Really though; Aro sent me for you." Felix threw in rather conversationally.

I stopped in my tracks, hand on the cold knob. "He...did?"

Felix nodded, smirking.

"So you let me go all the way to my study, then choose to tell me he needs me in the throne room?" I seethed, clutching the doorknob out of sheer annoyance.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Felix..." I edged ominously. "I'm going to have your head one day..."

Felix rolled his eyes. "C'mon, I'll give you a lift."

"You'd better; the throne room's on the other side of the castle..." I grumbled, sauntering over and climbing onto his back. I wrapped my legs around his torso; my dress stretching awkwardly between my outstretched legs, causing me to completely depend on my arms to hold onto his monstrous neck.

"Hold on," he warned.

"Mmhmm,"

Felix bent down a little, then took off into a well-practiced run. The castle blurred past me as we flew towards the throne room. A few sharp turns later, we stood in front of the gargantuan doors. He put me down gracefully, then pushed them open easily, letting me in first. I strode into the cavernous hall, glancing up at the oculus, and the bright sunlight falling through it into a puddle just off-center on the floor.

I dropped my gaze to the three men sitting their thrones with friendly expressions.

Well...two men with friendly expressions.

I nodded to Aro and Marcus; both of whom smiled back and nodded in return.

Caius wouldn't meet my gaze.

He stared at the floor with an expression of disgust. As if he was watching a spider crawl across the ground, and contemplating smashing it or not; deciding between ridding himself of the revolting creature or saving himself the mess on his Italian-name-brand shoes.

I kept my eyes on him for a moment before turning them back to Aro and Marcus. I tried not to let my puzzlement show, but it must have been obvious; Aro and Marcus' eyes both flickered to Caius before returning their attention to me.

"Seraphina, lovely to see you." Aro beamed, standing from his throne and approaching me, opening his arms in a non-threatening fashion. I returned his smile softly and went to his arms, feeing the cold emanate through his expertly-tailored suit and the boulder-soft muscles against my frame. Aro kissed the top of my head before pulling away; holding my forearms gently with his hands as he looked down at me. "Where is Johanna?"

"I...I'm not sure," I mumbled back; my annoyance rising in slight temperance. "I thought you wanted to see me; not us as a set."

Aro's eyebrows raised as he caught my tone of annoyance. It seems like whenever I am called to the throne room, Johanna is called as well. We seem to be regarded as a pair rather than two individuals related only by blood.

"I apologize..." he said in a hushed tone, touching my cheek with his fingertips. I closed my eyes, embarrassed for my brash attitude.

"No, I'm sorry, father; I didn't mean to-"

"Don't fret, dolce; it was very unlike you was all."

I opened my eyes to see his crimson eyes - darkening towards the pupil - smiling down kindly at me. "Would...you like me to go and get her?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.

His smile brightened a bit. "No need; Demetri is already out to retrieve her."

"We only wish to hear about her night, but it seems that she won't speak to us without you by her side, Seraphina." Marcus said from his throne, smiling his gently-aged smile at me. I couldn't help but smile back. He had the kind of smile that was timeless; always kind and reassuring. The perfect grandfather.

"Really? I thought she'd be rather free and belligerent with her words; she always has been. Why is she stopping now?"

My eyes flew to Caius once more as I half-expected him to chip something in; his brothers had both queued him to. He pursed his lips instead, and said nothing. Marcus looked visibly disturbed by the tense silence. Caius on the other hand, seemed very dismissive of the entire situation.

I wondered why.

Before an answer could come, the doors to the throne room creaked and opened; revealing a staunch-looking Demetri at the point, and an oddly euphoric-looking Johanna dragging her feet behind him. Her eyes were glistening, yet glazed over; as if she'd drunk too much. But Johanna didn't drink.

That I knew of, anyway...

In her hand, she clutched her cell-phone as if it was the most precious item in all of the world.

I tightened my face to hide my fear. Johanna? Outwardly happy?

Has the world has just been thrown off its axis?

Her face was smiling a drunken sort of smile. I glanced to Aro, who looked amused by her appearance. Marcus looked slightly alarmed.

"Johanna? Demetri, what is the meaning of this?" Aro edged, pressing his palms together and working to suppress a smirk. "It looks like someone in this room had a tad too much fun at last night's happenings..."

Demetri's face hardened even more - which was a surprising feat in and of itself to advance from his previous rigidity to a new one - and Johanna seemed to be the only one oblivious to it. Well...and Caius. He was rather withdrawn.

"Johanna," Aro began, watching her carefully, "Would you care to tell us about last night?"

"Hahhh..." Johanna grinned, resting her interlaced hands with cell-phone in between to her chin and cuddling them. "It was awwwwwwwesome..." she gushed, eyes staring off dramatically into the distance.

I inhaled slowly, trying to figure out what drug she could have possibly done that would have lasted through the night and shown its effects this long.

Marcus gestured towards himself with his hands; silently queuing her for more information. "...and? What did you do? Did the boy behave himself?"

Johanna grinned from ear-to-ear, nodding slowly. "Yeeeeahhhh..."

I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Yeah, we're getting nowhere fast.

"Father, I think it best if we-" I started, but stopped immediately when Aro raised his hand for silence. I flushed and wrung my hands. I hate it when that happens; but then again, I can only blame myself...

"What did you do after Benito escorted you from the fortezza?" he asked calmly.

Johanna only continued grinning, saying nothing. I could see that this was beginning to ruffle Aro's feathers. He took a step closer to her - away from me - and outstretched his hand; beckoning for her to give hers to him.

Johanna's eyes looked down lazily at his hand, and her fingers twitched as if she were about to give her hand to him, when suddenly, her phone went off; Midna's notification noise from the video-game Zelda screeched through the air. I jumped as the tone split the pretentious air.

Johanna giggled madly - Marcus' eyes basically bulging out of his skull as she did so - and flipped open her phone, licking her lips once as she read the text. She bit her full lower-lip and clacked the keys of her phone loudly as she replied.

"Johanna, please..." Aro chided, wriggling his fingers once in a wave-like fashion; subtly reminding her that his hand was outstretched and waiting for her. Johanna seemed not even fazed as she continued to text madly.

I cleared my throat; half in annoyance, half in a subtle warning.

"AW! He is so cute when he says that!" she squealed, turning around on her heel and basically skipping from the throne room, humming a song with no melody and rather off-tune.

I blinked once, staring after her.

All right, where is Johanna, and what have you done with her?

Perhaps that question should be saved for Benito...

Demetri looked livid, crossing his arms and standing as still as a newly-carved statue.

"Demetri, you're excused..." Aro said softly, noticing the blaring fury on his face. Without another word, Demetri flashed from the room; slamming the wrought-iron doors behind him.

"Goodness, the fortress is in a state of havoc." Marcus commented quietly, resting his chin on the tips of his fingers. Aro turned his head and growled.

"Do not say that; it frightens me."

The corners of Marcus' lips quirked; indicating a hint of an amused smile. "Demetri's bond with Johanna is quite...different...than her bond to anyone else."

My eyes snapped to the ancient and wise vampire.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

Marcus chuckled softly. "Come now; you're much more observant than that."

I pursed my lips and looked down at the spotless marble floor.

The angry expressions...the jealous behavior...the protectiveness over Johanna...the willingness to always go and fetch her...

Ah-ha.

I knew it.

He was head-over-heels for Johanna.

A smirk broke slowly across my face, but then fell immediately.

"Poor Demetri...it must be torturous for him to watch her fawn over some stupid adolescent boy..." I muttered, feeling quite sad for my hypothetical brother. Even though he wasn't related by blood, origin, or even interests, I cared about his happiness.

He was part of my family.

"It is difficult; he has not yet begun to neglect his duties, but he has changed his patterns a bit." Aro commented, striding back to his throne and sitting down into it; crossing his legs leisurely.

"What d'you mean?" I crinkled my brow.

"Demetri's always been quite the artist. He likes to sketch. But recently, he's lost all motivation to draw. Rather tragic, really..."

"Oh," All I could reply was the single word. The rotunda fell into an awkward silence.

"Speaking of losing interest..." Aro began, his regal head turning to look to his left at Caius, "I have not heard you play your violin in months."

Caius' head lifted slowly.

"What?" he grunted. I looked from Aro to Caius; catching his eyes for a moment, and getting lost in the coal-black irises. I stared at the hypnotizing orbs for a full three seconds, looking away suddenly - and obviously, might I add - as if caught looking at something forbidden.

Because he was forbidden.

But something inside of me longed to get closer. It was like seeing a lion for the first time. At first, it's very frightening. But then...the more you see that it seems to have no interest in attacking you, you want to draw closer. Perhaps even touch it; stroke its mane, see the flutter of its eyelashes and the whip of its tail. Even though you're sure the lion won't attack you now, you still feel the lingering fear of 'what if'?

Perhaps, one day I could get closer to Caius. We could probably be civil to each other; perhaps even friends. Perhaps more than that.

Perhaps even mates.

Seraphina, you've plumb lost your MIND.

I berated myself immediately for thinking such a thought. Caius was my superior; not an option for a mate.

Never.

Although, I suddenly found myself wishing that it could be possible. My imagination began to run away, and I could feel my reality slipping away from me as I fell into my fragmented fantasies. It was the same sensation that was comparable to flying; the same one that I got when I looked into his threatening eyes...

I saw many different scenes coming to my head.

Caius with his arms around my waist...me with mine around his neck...our lips pressed together...his hand stroking mine while we sat on a lush couch in my study...the feel of his hand stroking up my spine as I pressed myself against his rock-hard, ice-cold chest...

That is quite enough!

I shook my head quickly, dispelling the thoughts from my head.

I immediately caught Marcus' puzzled look. "You would rather not?"

I blinked. Clearly, I had fazed out for too long, and missed something.

"...what? Repeat that; I spaced." I replied apologetically. Caius rolled his eyes and touched a finger to his temple, as if receiving a headache.

"You shook your head; I was wondering if you and Caius would mind putting a piece together to perform for us. You do play a lovely piano..."

I paused.

Caius and I put together a piece? Where did this idea spring from?

"Ahh..." I stuttered, racking my brain around desperately for words. What kind of words, I couldn't be sure. Affirmative words? Negation? Or should I go for the passive-affirmative? Enthusiastic-acceptance?

I suppressed a sudden urge to bash my head against the wall in an attempt to put my thoughts in order.

I guessed it couldn't be too bad; it would be strictly business. Caius and I would merely get together and combine our talents to produce a lovely piece of audio art. He was a professional; I'm sure he could separate business from pleasure.

But then again...we would have to speak to each other during the practice. Surely, it would not remain business-like. Would it slip to conversational?

It shouldn't be horrible, if his conversation was anything like the brief one we had in my study the day of the surprise ball he planned for me.

That he planned for me.

What was that supposed to mean, then? One does not organize an event like that for someone that they do not care for. Or detest, like he puts forward...

I didn't know what to think. Right now, I wanted to curl up and die. All right, so that was a little melodramatic, but I did want to disappear into my study and escape for a few moments. Refusing Marcus' invitation would be rude and disrespectful indeed, but agreeing would be to willingly put myself in a awkward situation, and make myself very uncomfortable.

Sigh...

"Yes, Marcus...I...I would be delighted to work with Caius. Did you have a piece in mind?"

Marcus smiled gently, shaking his head. "Surprise us. I know it will not disappoint."

I bowed my head. "Yes, Marcus. When would you like it performed?"

"Whenever it is ready; we are patient enough." He smiled back.

"Is that all?"

He nodded. "It is; I wish you both the best of luck." he tossed Caius a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Caius scoffed loudly and stood. "Do excuse me," he all but growled, "but I've some business to attend to that is not as menial as pointless musical number arrangements."

A little too quick for the human eye, Caius disappeared. Aro tightened his lips and looked thoroughly annoyed. Marcus frowned a little.

I tried to keep my face expressionless, but by the looks on Marcus and Aro's faces, I could see I was failing.

"Don't take his words to heart, Seraphina..." Marcus prompted quietly.

"I'm fine," I whispered, nodding my head, and trying to be reassuring. My knees began to shake, queuing my time to leave before I became improper and appeared weak. "I'm going to...go and see if I can dig out a piece..."

I bowed my head once, and when I raised it, Marcus and Aro were both standing directly in front of me, wearing twin expressions of sympathy. I jumped a bit at their sudden and silent approach, drawing a small smile from Aro. Aro leaned forward and touched his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes and absorbed his show of affection; his kisses always sweetened my day.

It was almost like a daily seal-of-approval.

Marcus touched his hand to my shoulder until Aro drew away, smiling sweetly at me.

"I wish you the best of luck. Which is almost unneeded, since your musical brilliance will lead your down the correct path to success." Marcus said, the corners of his lips turned upwards into a reassuring smile.

I chuckled once. "Marcus, you flatter me,"

"I only speak the truth," he replied touching his lips briefly to my forehead as well. After he pulled away, they both retreated to their thrones.

"Thank you both; I love you." I mumbled, unable to reach the volume I wanted, but they heard me loud and clear. Simultaneously, they turned around from their throned and nodded in-sync.

It was a non-verbal 'you too'.

I managed a small smile, bowed my head, then turned around and scuffled quickly from the room, using all of my body-weight and force to close the wrought-iron doors by leaning against them.

In a few short moments, I lost my composure. I tried to get as far away from the throne room as I could before I let out a panicked whimper.

This is going to be hell.


Marcus

I watched Seraphina as she walked away from us, walking upright and straight, yet shuffling as quickly as her feet would allow. I knew we didn't intimidate her, but the situation must have been too much for her.

And I knew exactly why.

Caius...

Their bond was beginning to be recognizable. Too noticeable to ignore.

Interesting.

I decided to keep this little tid-bit to myself; I'll not give my mind to Aro for a short while. But if Aro notices my attempt to stay away from his tactile gift, he'll become curious, then I'll have no choice but to disclose my secret. But for now, this secret would be mine.

And I am so very interested to see where this goes.

Interesting...


Caius

Manners, for propriety's sake, can go to hell.

I didn't care that I'd probably offended or embarrassed Seraphina; my mind was on desperate auto-pilot. I simply had to get away from her piercing blue eyes.

The eyes that made me lose myself. The very essence of me disappeared in a human heartbeat. They altered the publicly-known Caius, and stirred peculiar emotions inside of me. Ones that had not been awoken in...a very long time.

Her eyes made me want to be something more. Something better.

Hers.

Don't be ludicrous, Caius. You bow to no one.

I curled my upper lip and bared my teeth in a silent snarl, working to re-obtain myself.

Damn you, Seraphina, for the influence you have on me.

With a sharp turn, I disappeared into my private chambers; side-stepping the couch and passing through an archway into the study portion of my rooms. I strode methodically to my desk, letting down all manners and social graces now that I was alone, and fell into my favorite armchair; running a hand over my face and pulling the skin down as I growled in utter frustration.

Why would Marcus do such a thing? Force she and I together? Perhaps...perhaps he has seen something I have not...

I abandoned the thought quickly, for it frightened me. What would Marcus possibly know that I do not? Taking into account his 'gift', there was a very distinct possibility that he knew several things I did not.

I sighed and fluffed my hair behind my shoulders, pausing in mind-motion as a knock sounded through my room. There were two ways into my study room; one through my personal chambers, and the other through a separate door in the corridor. The knock sounded from the wooden door to the corridor.

"Speak your purpose," I sniffed, lowering my hands and resting them on the edge of my desk.

"It is I; Didyme. I need that Italian Vogue back."

I rolled my eyes. It is true, I do like to keep up with the fashions in the human world. For intellectual reasons, of course. Sometimes, an item of clothing would catch my eye, and I would purchase it for myself, though very rarely. Gianna and the others usually did the clothing shopping. My favorite thing I've purchased from the published work was a ceremonial - and trending - scarf, that I wore to almost every council. Scarves, in Aro's eyes, were pointless, but he understood nothing of contemporary fashion.

Didyme knew of my interest with contemporary fashions, and she would often surreptitiously slip the latest issue of the magazine underneath my chamber door in passing; making sure that the exchange was secret. In return, I would purchase something for her from the magazine - usually previously highlighted by her pen - and gift it to her.

She was very charming woman, Didyme. I could see why Marcus fancied her.

"Come," I mumbled, opening my desk drawer and taking out the Italian Vogue, and sliding it to the end of my mahogany desk.

Didyme opened the door and glanced around before stepping in, and retrieving the magazine from its resting place, cradling it between two heavier-bound books she was holding in her one arm.

"Thank you," she smiled back. "Find something you like?"

I shook my head. "Not this month. I will patiently await the next."

"All right," she nodded, turning from me and heading for the door.

"Didyme?"

I slammed my jaw closed so fast that my teeth jarred against one another. Her name had flown from my lips before I could control myself.

She turned around politely; not even fazed. "Yes, Caius?"

"Ah..."

Didyme watched me evenly, not oddly, like I would have expected from any other guard member who was familiar with my behavior.

"You're familiar with Seraphina, yes?" I asked.

Didyme laughed. "I would certainly hope so! She has lived with us for almost eleven years! 'Familiar' is an almost laughable term." she giggled with a bubbly enthusiasm, smirking from ear-to-ear.

I did not appreciate her mocking.

Her face sobered back into a friendly expression at my lack of reaction. "Excuse me,"

"Tell me about her," I ordered.

Didyme turned her head to the side and continued to eye me; curiosity sneaking into her eyes. Oh, ye Gods, she looks like Aro when she does that...

"Why do you want to know?" she asked coyly.

I growled warningly in response.

She giggled. "Calm yourself, Caius! I mean no harm...what do you want to know about her?"

"Tell me about her interests,"

Didyme began to rattle off her hobbies: piano playing, song and story writing, reading, singing when the occasion called for it, learning (and failing, according to Johanna) how to draw, and countless other activities. I was impressed.

I continued to interrogate Didyme, to the point where she sat down and made herself comfortable as if she would be there for a long time.

And it was a long time.

Three hours later, I finally nodded; content with what I had learned.

"Very well then; thank you, Didyme." I said, looking down into one of the drawers of my desk, indicating her dismissal.

"...that's all? You're not going to do anything with this new-found knowledge? Not planning to obsess over her or anything?" she jokingly asked, flipping a stray ringlet over her shoulder.

"Obsess? Never. I'm simply going to use this information to..." I paused, not knowing exactly what words to tag to my description of what I was going to do.

"To do what?" she prompted.

"To...woo her, I guess. But I don't know exactly how to do that..."

She cackled suddenly; a high-pitched noise that caused me to jump in my seat. "You've got to get your flirt on!"

"...my what?"

"Your flirt! Come now, surely you've seen Felix and the others use it! It's the little flair to your words. The little hint that makes her know you're interested. You know...and flirt!"

I stared at her incredulously.

She groaned, slapping a hand over her face. "I can see we've got a lot to learn."


There's a reason I kept Didyme alive; I couldn't have Marcus being his apathetic-self if he was going to play a major part in the rearing of Seraphina and Johanna. Surely, you understand. Plus, I always was very saddened at the idea of him losing the other half of himself. I always wondered what the old Marcus was like...this is my guess and interpretation. Besides, isn't she a fun character?

I've also recently published a oneshot that I wrote for a contest, called Andrea's Story; if you're not too busy, perhaps you could check it out and leave me some feedback.

Please R&R! :)

By the way..."Midna Appears", aka, Johanna's text-tone. .