The HuMaN ConDItion

~What's Right to Expect~

Everything explodes.

Shouting everywhere, flashing camera lights, staring and more staring; Chaos.

Sora's sense of betrayal and unease floods into me. I'm angry at all the clueless people here. Angry about theh wedding. Angry at myself.

No. No, I'm not at a wedding... I'm... "Larxene... Where am I?"

A few sharp orange nails dig into my shoulder and I yell, jumping back. She smirks at me. "Dear, you're still lapsing. Have you heard anything I've said at all today?"

I frown. The only reason I decide to tell her the truth is because Larxene always knows when I'm lying. "No. But you already knew that." Just talking hurts. With all the voices and camera flashes echoing in the back of my mind, it doesn't take long for a headache to blossom.

As suddenly as it came, it all went crashing down. One second noise, the next darkness. My head spins, now empty, and deep down my chest is aching as if I was hugging something sturdy and sticky only to be ripped away.

Sora shut me out. That's never happened before. Now the only anger I feel is my own, mixing with panic and... Envy? I shudder, finally looking back up at Larxene. Her smile sends me deeper down the spiral. She chuckles. "What's that look for? Awww, is your precious other punishing you? Looks like you struck a nerve."

I growl, way more offended than I have a right to be. "I didn't do anything!"

"Suuure. You just can't admit that you're just as annoying as him, maybe even more so." Another giggle. "It stings, doesn't it?"

The pain in my chest flares. "Shut up."

"What? Truth hurting you that badly?" She smirks. "I can teach you how to force yourself back in if you want. For a price."

I shake. It takes almost everything in me to keep my voice calm, indifferent. "And that would be...?"

Her smile twists her face and her eyes light up. She taps her own chin, looking me up and down in a way that leaves me really uncomfortable. "That desperate, Roxy?"

"No," I say stiffly but she talks over me, messing with my hair and invading my private space.

"Kiss my host. Then I'll teach you all the secret hacking tricks. You can create bad dreams, do some partial body possessions," she whispers, "you can even learn to stop a heart."

My whole body turns cold at the word 'heart', but even before that I felt everything in me tensing up. Twisting and curdling my body into messy knots. The more she talks the less sane she gets. Dreams? Possession?! "I don't want to kill him."

She laughs. "Oh, that? You can't do that. It's impossible." Her low, disappointment filled voice quickly perks up before I can comment. "Believe me, I've tried. But when the situation is in reverse? Hell, it's easy. That's why it's key that you only do this stuff from afar. They sense when you're nearby already without your mindfucks."

My mindfucks? She speaks as if I've already committed some of these... Methods. "I'm not that immature."

"Oh?" She stretches, then kicks me roughly into a pod-shaped elevator. I have a few seconds to brace myself before we're shot into the sky. "Who needs maturity when you can have revenge?"

I shake my head, sighing. Out of everyone, as I'm sure I've mentioned numerous times, Axel carries the most Anti-Host sentiment. But still, he's not bent out on torturing his host. Granted, he doesn't talk about his host so... "If you like hurting her so much, why would you want me to kiss her?" I shudder as Zexion's tales of his... Experimentations filters in unbidden. "It is a her, right? Don't tell me your host was a man."

She flicks her middle finger against my forehead. This hurts a lot more than it sounds, trust me. Sharp nails, remember? "Everything I ask of you is for a reason." She gestures towards a lavish mansion floating in the sky. "I told you and Xion that the real thing is something else, didn't I? I'm just curious to see what you think. Who knows, maybe you and Xion fooling around actually means something."

I flat through my blush. It honestly doesn't surprise me that she found out about my secret kissing meetings. Nothing escapes her for better or worse. "Some logic there."

"Your compliments fill me with such passion." She smirks and walks along the magnetic footpaths that keep us afloat and heads closer to the mansion. "You'll make a good poster boy for Axel."

I shrug, taking the place in. "You going to tell me the real reason we're at your host's place?" I wince and pull at the collar of my shirt. My dress pants feel like a vice on my legs. My shiny black shoes glare in the sun and I fumble with the tie that's just loose enough to justify breathing. "If you're not going to bother her from far away what's the point in showing up at her place?"

She shakes her head. "Everything is a richer experience in person. So hush and enjoy this." She pulls out a probably-stolen card key and opens the gate of the mansion.

"But what does this have to do with teaching me how to survive as an adult?" Hell, why am I wearing fancy clothes and following this psycho?! "We're going to get charged for trespassing."

Larxene smiles at me, but it's off kilter. "Trespassing? Roxas, this place is registered to me."

"You mean your host," I state loosely.

"And this is where loopholes come in handy." She laughs. "Come on, do I really look like a woman who would let a poor sixteen-year-old squirt like you go to jail right after your birthday?" She raises her eyebrows, looking gleefully excited.

I huff and cross my arms. "Yes."

"I expected as much." She walks through the foyer of the mansion, humming lightly. "I'm actually looking forward to you two meeting. She's going to surprise you."

The design of the living room is sharp and sleek. With the smooth white tiles, black leather couches, and the diamond shaped chandelier above, it feels like I'm about to step into a meeting for fashion trends and discuss company logistics. Larxene had told me once before that her host was heavily involved in the fashion industry, born into luxury with a mind for design and art, but I never took it seriously. It just... seemed like something Larxene would judge or think was a waste of time.

Then again, I thought it was all a waste of time. "Is she going to be happy to see you?"

Larxene shrugs, taking out a wine bottle from the fridge. Compared to my fancy get up, she's dressed in a simple low cut dress that's a little too revealing to be considered professional. She obviously wasn't really trying to impress anyone. "Who knows. It's been almost seven years after all."

Seven? From the way she struts around I almost thought she did this often. "Huh. What if she isn't even here."

With another flick at my forehead, she moves her finger to tap at her own head while I flinch in pain. "She's here. And she knows I'm here too. It will only be a matter of time."

I lean against the counter in the kitchen trying to look like I belong. But I can't completely relax. All this stalling for answers just agitates me further. I still have no idea what's going on with Riku or Sora after this one guy stood up to protest the wedding. The moment Sora saw him everything in my head became jumbled. I swear I heard him scream something, but the pain in my head was too big for me to hear properly.

And not knowing is killing me. It sucks because as much as I pretend not to care about Sora's life, it's still somewhat interesting to me. To be shut out like this when Sora is clearly in full on panic mode... well... it bothers me.

Wait a minute. Wedding... that's right, this wedding was being broadcast! Maybe Zexion was able to record it and I could catch what happened on the news. I would know everything then! I need to get back. But I don't know the way back from here, shoot, and Larxene sure as hell won't-

OW! "What did I do?" I mumble, rubbing my ribs that she just viciously elbowed. When she gestures to do it again I shut up. It only takes a few head turns and a gasp for me to realize why today was going to become even more painful.

Two Larxenes. Great.

Or actually, I shouldn't say that. This person, though identical to the psycho, is the original psycho (or not? maybe she's worse. Please don't be worse). Her outfit hugs her body, but it's conservative. Instead of wearing a dress, like my Larxene (sounds wrong. Ugh, don't look at me like that, you know what I meant!), her body was fit in a professional woman's suit. Long and black pants that dance at her stiletto encased feet. To add to the imposing look, her platinum blonde hair is slicked back, barely framing her face and tapping her shoulders whereas the Larxene next to me is still rocking the messy hair crop with two golden antennas curving up and ending behind her head.

Translucent manicure versus long orange nails. Minimal makeup versus a goth look. And finally expressions. One of polite shock (with screaming eyes) and another with a smirk (and eyes too cold to look at). Even though it wasn't hard to see, I could understand if some people actually thought these were different people. And they are... in spirit.

Larxene broke the silence since I couldn't get passed my stuttering hi. "Well, Lena, you finally changed your hair. Good for you."

The frown on her host's face twists her face in the same way. But it doesn't scare me like Larxene's. It exudes disappointment, not latent sadistic rage. "My name is Arlene. If you can find a way to break in here you must have known that much."

Larxene waves her hands in the universal symbol of don't care but her body is shaking and her face is a tad pink. I gasp when she speaks in the softest voice I've ever heard from her. "Of course. Did you forget who you were talking to? Still have skin as thin as ice I guess." She tilts her head. "Or do you actually think you've managed to develop a personality now?"

Arlene's face loses color and emotion all at once. "You didn't come here to argue with me." She glances at me now and I instinctively step back. Her eyes narrow at me. "And I assume you're as violent as always. This another poor boy you've tricked into thinking you have a heart?"

"Mmmm, baby, you'll need to try harder than that." Larxene laughs. It's only because I've known her as long as I have that I can catch the edge in her voice. "We both know I don't swing that way."

Yeah, something is off with Larxene and she-wait... what?! I open my mouth to say something, but Arlene beats me to it. "You're confused, Larxene. I don't know what you want from me. I've offered you shelter, my resources, connections. You've refused all I have to give."

Now Larxene's face is twisting and everything in me is tensing in case a fight breaks out. Orange nails draw circles around my left shoulder. Wait... was that meant to help me calm down? Her voice booms out a few feet from me, low and firm. "You only did that after people found out about me. I don't accept pity. Nor regret."

I flinch at the sound of a growl. Arlene then curls twitching fingers into a fist, gritting her teeth. "I am done dealing with your judgement. And you know what? I don't regret what I've done. I made a bad choice, and I've apologized, but you just won't let this go!"

She wags a single finger. "Careful. Get any angrier and you'll sound too much like me. Wouldn't want that, right?" She shoves me forward and I yelp. "But, surprise, surprise, this isn't about you. I'm helping this here young man understand more about how business works. You will give him a tour of your facility and you'll tell him about why you created me."

Arlene stares at my open mouth of shock. "He doesn't seem very willing."

"I never said he had a choice." Wow. "But this time you do. You have the power here. Do this one favor for me and you never hear from me again." She taps her nails against the counter. "A tour and a story. A truthful story. And I'll know if you're telling the truth."

Inwardly I sulk as Arlene's face reveals she's seriously thinking about this trap. "You'll leave me alone? No contact?"

Larxene places a bottle of CL pills on the counter. "No more blackmailing. You do this for me and I promise to take this for the rest of my life. Your mind is finally your own."

My eyes widen and Arlene doesn't miss a beat. "Fine." She places her planner deftly on the counter before turning towards me. "Mind telling me your name?"

"Uh, Roxas."

"Right." She glances briefly at Larxene then back to me, conflict overshadowing everything else on her face. "The elevator is down the hall to your left. Go to level fifteen. That's where we start."

I numbly obey. Even if I wanted to fight this I don't have the energy. Each new information I learn about the people I've lived with for years brings forth massive earthquakes. Drama is everywhere now, and after discovering who Sora is and what we can do as a result, I'm now starting to wish for a chance to sleep alone. To remember what it was like to just be me by myself without worrying about everyone else.

But it's too late now. I'm into deep and now I'm starting to care too much.

Something has to give. I'm tired of having control wrenched away from me. I'm an adult now (in this province anyway), and goddammmit, I'm going to start calling shots. So, instead of forming an escape plan like most sane people, a new plan of action rises in me in time with the numbers above me. Every part of me is changing. But I'm not going to flinch at the pain.

Not anymore.


It takes longer than necessary for Arlene to show up. My leg finally stops tapping and I stand respectably. I surprise her by speaking first. "I was afraid she hurt you."

As her hands hastily rub at her neck I catch a faint, reddish mark at the base where her neck flows into her shoulder. Something about her outfit is different too, though it's still as straight and neat as before. I push the discoveries aside for now. I have an agenda to focus on after all. And for that, I have to be patient. I wait for her to speak.

But she doesn't at first. Instead she wordlessly leads me through countless rooms. Some are full of clothing designs, others fabrics, and others more designs accompanied by computers and manaquins. I swallow my unease. "I guess you're pretty serious about clothes."

She shrugs. "Not really. My father is." She rubs at her neck again. "He wanted this for me. I inherited the company after he passed away. I was sixteen."

"I see." I walk calmly beside her, playing my part. "So... are you really going to explain your history with Larxene or am I supposed to just wing it with you?"

She shudders. "She'll know."

"You'd be surprised. Since we're only clones we can't really force our way into your heads." Well, with a few exceptions. But Arlene doesn't know what Larxene shared with me, and I don't need her to know.

"Larxene is different," she replies flatly. "I'll make this as painless as possible so you don't need to act in front of me. You don't want to be here anymore than I do."

I almost laugh. After all, this was her mansion, her estate, her home. How could she be the one so uncomfortable when I'm literally on her terf? "So, not a people person? I get it."

"I didn't used to be." She stares at her hands, curling and uncurling each finger while her eyes took me to a different time. "I was one of the quiet ones. Very timid and... Passive, according to my father. It got worse when my mother died when I was ten. Everything became more strict after that. I couldn't take it so..." She hesitates and her hand freezes. "I tried to commit suicide."

I blink. That was far from what I was expecting. "You two are very different," I mumble, not realizing the damage my words would cause. Her facial expression made me backtrack but after a few seconds she cut me off.

"Of course we're different. That was the whole point." Her stony face comes back, a mask I'll probably have a much harder time cracking now. "I needed to be more... Assertive. To give orders to those beneath me without causing a scene." She looks away. "So he creates her to help me... Pull that part of myself out."

The sick feelings from earlier return to my stomach. "How well did it work?"

"At first, I couldn't stand her, despite how nice she was to me. She wanted me to stand up for myself, but being around her... It just reminded me that I wasn't good enough just being myself. When he passed away I tried to have Larxene run the company in my place. I hid in various rooms while she did my work, and she did it well."

I couldn't imagine that. Pretending to be someone I'm not. The thought chills me. "There's a "But" there somewhere, right?"

"Like I said, Larxene... Genuinely cared for me. She couldn't stand seeing me like that, wasting away on my bed. When I stopped eating she got fed up and I snapped." She rubs her neck again. "I regret it. What I said to her. Especially when she's the only one who understood. Who loved me."

I tilt my head. "Love huh...?"

"I didn't leave the compound. Larxene was really all I had." She shrugs. "And we both had our needs."

"Oh." I blush. "I didn't think Larxene could actually love anyone besides herself."

"It's probably because of me." Arlene looks up at the sky and I notice her bottom lip trembling. "On my 18. Birthday I kicked her out."

I frown. "I don't understand."

"Have you met your Host in person yet?"

The question throws me off guard. "Not really."

She sighs, sitting down on a marble bench clasping her hands together. "Then it makes sense that you don't. When you're with your Host the connection is very different for both parties. Everything is more intense and you become hyper aware. Things like fights are worse because you feel everything they feel... It's horrible."

"But Larxene cared for you, right? Didn't that feel good?"

"I didn't want her to love me. I didn't want or need her to change me." She looks at me, eyes full of ice. "And I hated the fact that her love confused me. We did things we shouldn't have, things I had no control over for a long time. I had to cut ties. I had to learn to be me again."

I sit next to her. "So it was for yourself? Not because your employees would look down on you for having a clone?"

If she's surprised by my less than subtly accusation, she doesn't show it. "I did have a reputation to uphold. But that was separate from what was going on between us." She says it calmly enough, but her fingers curl and uncurl while the twitch in her nose gives her away.

Differing personalities is one thing, but as a clone there are certain nuances that remain the same as your host. Especially when one is in close proximity to their host. Larxene is one of the best liars out there, but I figured out the nose trick thanks to Aniki (Axel, in case you guys forgot).

I close my eyes. "You know, I do feel sorry for you. I know what it's like to be sheltered, to have my life controlled in one space. People say they want to protect you but they really just want you to be like them. But we're all different, right? So that's all bullshit." I clench my hands into fists. "But you know... Hypocrites like you... Sometimes you're the worst of all."

I glare at her. "Larxene was created to mold you in your father's image, but you said she cared about the true you. She even did your work to help you figure yourself out. And then... Well, you two were close in other ways. But you took advantage of her kindness. You were scared and hated comparing yourself to her, so you thought you could get rid of the problem and flush Larxene out, right?!"

As I get angrier she just gets more calm and it pisses me off. She's not even tense anymore. In fact, it almost looks like she's smiling. "Larxene, whether her intentions are pure, is manipulative. She kissed me. She's the one obsessed with me, who chose to terrorize me, when we both agreed to keep our relationship casual. Cutting her off helped her along with me. I didn't just dump her and drive off. Senia was, and still is, the safest province for clones. I knew she would be in good hands."

I shake my head. "You both are cruel in different ways. But now I know that at least Larxene tried. You only cared about your feelings. She has feelings too!"

"You're only defending her because of how you were conditioned. You think you have free will, especially because of the insight you receive from your Host. But in the end, you're just the ghost of someone else's soul." She crosses her arms. "The only reason Larxene had us meet is because she wants you to hate us. Hate the people you come from. But her hatred of this reality, of Hosts, stems from her hatred of me. It is a reflection of my hatred of her. So... I suggest you learn to think for yourself while you're still separated from your source."

The heat rises in my face. In a flash of movement I grab her shoulders, pressing into her, and smash my mouth against hers. The shock keeps Her still, and my anger is spent through the kiss, a rough clash of lips that sends a jolt down my body. It's electric. After a moment she pushes me away.

I keep my expression neutral but inside my stomach is raging at me for being stupid. But my mind is cheering. I get up, glaring at her. "I don't hate anyone right now except for you."

She frowns and for the first time it's aimed at me, not in the past. "Then why the kiss?"

I copy her and offer a shrug. "Why did you make out with Larxene earlier?"

Arlene blinks, stuttering, and then I finally let myself laugh. "Guess we both just needed different things tonight." I give her a cheeky grin that... Doesn't feel like me, but I'm too caught up in the rush of the kiss and my anger to care. "Well, it was not a pleasure meeting you."

Before she can respond I run back towards the elevators, heading back towards Larxene and towards sanity.


As we're drifting in the car it's strangely silent. Larxene's expression is smug but her eyes are strangely... Serious? It's hard to describe because I've mostly been staring at the sky/road ahead. A part of me feels dead not being able to disappear and lapse into Sora, but I'm not ready yet to ask Larxene how to... Hack in.

It's weird because she knows what I did, knows every word I said to Arlene. She looked too pleased when I exited the elevators not to know. I think she's waiting for me to suck up my pride and ask her how to wreak havoc. But she's missing the point.

Pride isn't holding me back. I'm kind of... Afraid of what I'll find. I'm a private person in general, so how can I do that to Sora? But curiosity is now kicking me in the groin, and the silence is so uncharacteristic of her that I have to say something. Besides, just because I know how doesn't mean I have to use the techniques. That's logical, yeah?

I swallow once then raise my voice a tad over a whisper. "So... How does it work? Pushing myself into Sora's head I mean."

Larxene's eyes light up. "Finally! I've been so bored waiting for you to man up and ask." She shoves me playfully (which, of course, means it's really painful for me). "Let me guess, you want to do the heart stuff first, yeah?" She grins. "Make their heart race and if you get good at it, you can convince them they have a crush on a complete stranger, hah!"

"I think I'll start with something more... Simple than that." Messing with Sora's heart just brought me images of Sora coiling on the floor in a ball, dying in front of me. But what scares me isn't that something like that could kill him. What scares me is the amount of excitement that image gives me.

It's official. I've been with Larxene for too long. I wince as she guffaws. "Okay, fine, the lazy way it is then." She waves a hand in the air as she rambles. "You've stopped taking your medication, right? And since I've heard your Host does the same thing, it makes this easier even though you two haven't met in person."

I nod. "Yeah, I figured as much."

"Obviously. All you have to do is literally push with your mind. Think of how you feel when you're lapsing. Remember that feeling than push as if you're stabbing into his heart and up into his skull."

I glare and she grins. "Hey, it's how I picture it. Not like you have to copy me. Maybe think of it like chakras or something. As long as you're thinking of it in a physical way you shouldn't have a problem. Just don't be a wuss."

I rub my forehead. "That's just if I want to see what he sees and hear his thoughts, right?"

"You wish it was only that. You're going to feel everything, squirt. It will be as if you're sharing the same body, at least for your first time. Hmmm, you definitely shouldn't do this while driving. I mentioned that before, right?"

I roll my eyes. "This won't put me in a catatonic state will it?"

"Come on, have some faith in me." She smiles with sharp teeth. I look away. "You'll have about an hour if you do it now. Hint hint."

"I might. I'm assuming Axel wouldn't care for me doing this at home."

Her fingers curl and tense up on the wheel. "You're smarter than you look sometimes."

"It's the quiet ones you should watch out for." I smirk in her direction, enjoying the positive energy between us while it lasts. It's not like anything has really changed just because I know how she came into this world. She's still being whatever the hell she wants to be, and I can respect that.

But do I trust the psycho?

Hah! You're all fools if you believed that for even a second. Hell. No. So, with my dignity in tact, I waited until we got home and snuck back out into an abandoned treehouse me and Xion used to use for hiding. It had been a long time since I used it (especially after Aniki tried to burn it down. Long story). But it was perfect for my new goals.

Time to mess with Sora and find answers. I sit down in the corner of the makeshift room, humming to myself as I imagine myself entering Sora's mind from up his spinal chord.

It's so easy that I almost do a double take. But Larxene had once mentioned before we got back that I might have to fight to stay in. To really push against some residual resistance.

There was none. One second I'm sitting and humming. The next I'm laying down in a bed, tapping my fingers against a soft cushion, stomach tense. A swirl of anger and anxiety washes over me. It feels foreign. His voice booms all around me and outside of me at once. It's bitter and... Relieved?

Where were you?

I shudder but only from the inside. It's like I'm trapped in his body, curling up. My chest is on fire and the guilt strikes me hardest of all. I can't tell if it's mine or his, but this whole situation is turning out to be more complicated than I thought.

I may be hacking into his mind, but there's nothing really to hijack, if that makes sense. Sora was always open with me before and now I literally have access to everything. And he's just... Letting me see it all. His trust in me, despite being angry at me (I think?) sets me on edge.

"I didn't leave. Not on purpose. You... You shut me out."

What? That's... I didn't do that.

"Yes, you did. I couldn't... Connect with you for almost the whole day. It's been like this since that guy interrupted the wedding."

I feel a smile push my lips upward, but it's not me. I'm not controlling anything. I'm just there. Sora laughs and it's a laugh with so much pain that a part of me wants to pull out. This sadness, this weight, I'm going to drown in him.

He speaks as I freak out. You missed the best part. The part where I cuss at my dad on national television.

Well... Shit. "Jeez, Sora..." His father? Oh god. "Let me guess, he's of the Anti-Cloning camp?"

Sora simply shrugs and the vulnerability in the motion hits me. Roxas... He's got me locked at home. He took my wheelchair. I'm stuck.

This just gets crazier and crazier. "Damn..." How could your own father kidnap you like that? Was this even legal?

It can be. I'm not legally an adult because I was born in a different province than you. Over in Destiny Islands it's 18.

Wait... Did he just... Actually, I shouldn't be surprised. "What about your friends? Can't they do something?"

Riku's too busy. Kairi could do it, but not alone. I'm... Probably going to have to cancel my speech.

The question wasn't being said, but I know what Sora wants. Half of me feels like I'm Sora, and to end that I need to fix whatever funk he's in. But first things first. "Alright, I'll do it."

He tries to act innocent, but the flare of hope in his chest can't be denied. What do you mean?

"Just hang tight, Sora. I've got this. Just give me Kairi's info and we'll be halfway there."

You're going to help me?

Even though I can't physically do it, I hope he can mentally feel me eye-rolling. "Duh. How am I supposed to choose whether to attend your annoying speech if you're not there to tell it? That's a problem. See the picture?"

Roxas...

"Don't say anything. I already know. Just don't get sick on me, and don't give up hope. You feel weird without it. I know your parents haven't forced you to take the CL dosage yet, so whatever's blocking us from communicating regularly is psychological... Or some shit. So figure that out."

Wait. D-don't leave me yet. I feel the warmth rise to my (ahem, his. I meant his) cheeks. His embarrassment makes me laugh.

"Calm down. Tell me what I need to know, then I'll meet up with Kairi later on today. Even if it takes a few more hours before I can lapse again, I'm sure meeting in person will be even better for you at this point."

I literally feel his heart stop. It stops. Then it picks up speed and everything soars. His voice is ironically calm. Yeah... That would help a lot.

"Good. Quit freaking out. You're messing me up."

It's kind of hard since you're doing the same thing. He squirms for a few seconds. You seem very uncomfortable.

"It's a work in progress, okay? Do your part to help and I'll be cool."

Right. He sighs, sitting up and I experience a minor case of dizziness as my senses and sight adjust. You'll have to wait a bit for the info though. I have to eat dinner. It... Won't be pleasant.

Everything in me wants to dash but I hold my ground. "I'm with you, Sora. Let's just get it over with."

He smiles and for the first time today, despite being tossed everywhere with a new rescue mission to plan for, I feel complete and the ache in my chest disappears.


Hey, thanks for reading. I know it's been a while since I posted for this story. Life has been pretty crazy. But I'm going to do my best to finish it strong. My style is going through some changes though, so sorry if it all doesn't mesh as perfectly early on.

Special thanks goes to XionTheBlackRose for your constant support and October Autumn whose message really helped me gain the motivation to finish this chapter.

Until Next Time!

Justice T.