I know I am late and so I am sorry for the late update. Admittedly, this chapter mocks me, mocks me very disrespectfully. I am its creator, how dare it have the insolence to make me take forever writing it? Also thanks for the readers who left a review. You guys are my everything.


Chapter 9: Serendipity and Me

In one felt second Hope spun on his heel and was dashing down a different hallway. His heart was pounding in his chest, not from the running, but from the sheer eagerness and the exhilaration. He knew where he could find Snow. He ran down the long corridor and through a double glass door while disregarding the red warning labels on the transparent door, his bright green orbs not wavering to the world around him. His only trail of thoughts was on Snow and getting to the man quickly. After nearly half a year of waiting and to the point of breaking, he could finally see the single most important person who had train wreck himself into his life. And that only made Hope run faster to the pure love to save him from this lonesome life.

He ran through another door with red labels at end of the hallway, arriving to his desire destination; the cell room. His bright green orbs roamed down the line of holding cells on each side of the long, narrow, and eerily corridor. He quickly glanced towards the two cell rooms adjacent where he stood, but they were empty. He began darting down the hall, searching for a particular blond, but the jail room appeared barren of human life. Hope chewed on his lips from trepidation as he was reaching closer to end of hallway and no human being hadn't come nowhere between his line of vision. His feet abruptly came to a stop at the second to last row when his eyes spotted a sole figure sitting inside the room on the right. And then Hope couldn't breathe. Something had swelled up thickly in his throat, and he couldn't swallow past the lump because his world had just become wholly again. He felt like was hit by an aero bike, but in a good way.

In those few moments they shared, Hope would without a doubt recognize this particular blond-haired man anywhere in a crowd. He could never get the image of this blond out of his head. He had committed the man to his memory. Snow was sitting quietly on the single bunk, his shoulders hunch downward and head down deep in his thought. The sight of the blond send his heart skyrocketing out of his chest. Hope rubbed his eyes, not because they sung but to be sure that Snow was actually on the other side of the glass door and not some hallucination. Then all of those months of unbearable loneliness and waiting suddenly felt fleeting. He gulped down the thick lump in his throat, barely finding his voice.

"Snow." Hope said audible.


Snow grimly smiled at his twisted and cruel fate. It was funny, sort of, how things seemed to work out different for him, it was taunting but wonderful also. First he joined the military to save the world and be Cocoon's hero as he claimed to be. And being a hero meant sacrificing your life for another when he volunteered himself in a suicidal squad by taking another soldier's position, a soldier who had a wife and a loving family to return to, where he had none. What a load of crap that ends up to be! He regretted his heroic choice that very night when he and Gadot randomly walked into a tavern in the town and he saw Hope for the first time. The silver-haired youth has to be most beautiful teen his eyes had ever laid on and at that moment Snow fell in love. Not that being beautiful wasn't enough, the teen was a teeter totter of emotions. Snow loved how flicker Hope becomes about little things- like asking the teen to join him at the table or when he ruffled those silver locks only to have his hands brushed away. He loved saying Hope's name; saying it made the back of his neck tingle with heat. Henceforth he went every night at the tavern solely for the opportunity to know Hope and for the silverette to know him too, so that someone would remember him when he was gone. But Snow surely didn't expect for Hope to fall in love with him and that made his life worth living all over again. The time they shared was only for a bleak moment and then he left to fight the war outside of Cocoon with nothing but a promise to Hope that he will come back to him. He carried his promise on him as a guiding strength and after staying alive on this hellhole called 'Pulse' and fighting some stupid war, Snow was more than happy to finally able to go back home. Home which to him was with Hope. And yet fate seemed to have a different plan for him when he was thrown in the slammer the moment he arrived in Palumpolum.

Snow Villiers, a self-proclaimed Hero of Cocoon, was in prison of all places. He breathed out an exaggerated sigh as he stared at the electronic metal cuffs around his wrist. The military wasn't all too convince of his sudden appearance and wanted answers of his survival and the destruction on the military base where he was stationed on Pulse. They wanted answers which he couldn't give fully out of guilt. He was virtually a prisoner, surrounded by three sturdy cement walls and one three-inch thick glass door. Other than his single bunk he was sitting on, his only two friends were the sink and toilet. Even though it was just him alone, it wasn't quiet. He was left alone with his thoughts and there was absolute nothing Snow fancy right now than to be left alone with his thoughts. He didn't want to remember nor ponder of what happened on Pulse ever again. The silence only made the gunshots and explosions louder in his ears from the last attack. It was deafening and suffocating. It was so easy to close his eyes and see himself once again on the Pulse, trying to stay alive. He wanted to drill those memories out of his head, even if it meant losing a piece of his insanity.

His ears perked suddenly, seemingly on its own accord, when he heard light footsteps breaking through the silence. He wasn't aware that he was getting another warm and welcoming visit from a Sanctum official today. Maybe the military was getting impatient of waiting. However as much Snow wanted to accept it, being interrogated have its perk. The few hours of questioning provided him of some form of human interactions. And how much he craved for even the slightest minimal human contact, even from a pushover wearing fancy medals, because he didn't want to be left alone. He guessed beggars can't be choosers looking at his current circumstance. He'll take whatever he get. Hopefully this person had a pretty face with silver hair and a pair of splendid shade of green orbs because Snow didn't want to spend another minute in prison and he was barely restraining himself from clawing the paint off the cement walls and he certainly couldn't drag on this forever. The thought that he was in Palumpolum killed him even more. Hope was still waiting for his return and Snow wished for nothing than to keep his young lover waiting for another day while he was being cooped in prison, rotten away. He wanted to be free, out of this cell, and to be with his Hope. And yet he couldn't because of festering guilt that tugged at Snow, twisting in his stomach like knife. Because of his actions, he couldn't see Hope. His beautiful Hope.

"Snow."

Snow felt his body stiffen as his eyes steadily widened, feeling a warm rippling sensation chill up his spine from that hearing that familiar voice. That voice had never sounded so foreign to him. So delicate, happy and sweet. He slowly tore his eyes from the ground and shifted his gaze to the transparent door. Then a mirage appeared because the person on the other side of the glass door couldn't be real. It was definitely some sort of sickness illuding his mind because Hope was standing there, only about a few walking steps away from him. Snow stood up and stared into those bright and lovely shade of green, feeling pure happiness coursing through his veins. He felt as though he was living in a daze and despite how much he blinked, the mirage wouldn't fade away. "Hope?" Snow said calmly, mostly to himself, in spite of his suddenly racing heartbeats. His voice was too soft to be heard, but even through the silence in the hallway it still drew a response. Hope's eyes flickered and that was all reactions Snow needed to believe that the figure before him wasn't an illusion. "Hope!" He said vivaciously. His throat felt full, as though his heart had leapt and lodged into it. His feet quickly carried him a feet away from the teen, standing in front his lover on the other side of the glass door.

"Snow." Hope choked out, staring into a pair of blue eyes which seemed dim, and reflected a calloused maturity like something drastic and tormenting had brought about this change through compulsion. For a moment, he found himself staring into the eyes of a stranger. But it was Snow. He let his eyes fill up with Snow, taking up everything to detail in his mind. He reached an hand out, placing it against the cold glass. "Are you... real?"

"I think I am." Snow grinned, placing his cuffed hands reciprocally where Hope's hand was.

And that was all the prove Hope needed. That stupid and handsome grin that always made his stomach clench and then flutter like a swarm of butterflies. Snow was really standing before him, alive. Maybe he was dreaming because all this was too good to be true. Pure happiness burst from his chest and he couldn't keep his emotions in check as visions suddenly started to become misty and blurry. "W...Why?" Hope murmured, his voice trembling and his fingers clenching into a fist.

"Hope?" Snow inquired softly, seeing the teen's head bow down and shoulders tense. He could see the knots of tension in the shoulders, could feel them every time Hope breathe.

"Why didn't you come back sooner?" Hope demanded, tears flowing down his face. "I was waiting. I was waiting for you."

Snow felt his heart tighten painfully seeing Hope's teary face. In the end, his promise had become a burden to Hope. Hope really waited all those months for him. Snow felt his throat becoming painfully tight. He wanted nothing right now than to hold his lover in his arms forever and whispered only words of comfort and reassurance into the teen's ears . Those teary green orbs were looking at him full of adoration and fondness which made Snow's breath hitch. Snow didn't know what he had done to deserve Hope's devotion to him, but he was always be grateful for it. "I'm sorry..."

"I could... only wait for you, but..."

"I made a promise to you that I will come back."

"What if you didn't..." Hope sniffed. The thoughts had plagued him like a dog gnawing on a bone. It was so easy to give in and forget during those painful and lonely months. All those time of waiting, he could've moved on. Instead he chose to wait, as painfully it was, and hoped that Snow's promise will come to light. "I'd never forgive you."

"I don't expect anything else much, but I will take responsibility for my actions. It's the least I can do." Snow said with all certitude.

"You better." Hope said and rubbed away the tears from his face to meet Snow's smiling face. Snow had returned back to him. His eyes desperately scanned around the door, looking for an opening. He wanted to feel Snow with his fingers, feel the warm of Snow's flesh against his own just to convince himself that this wasn't a dream. "I can't get in." Hope pleaded, finding an electronic key lock but he didn't have a key. His hands clenched into a fist against the cold glass door, his entire body desperately in need to be around Snow's warmth.

"It's okay. I'll be out soon. I just have to loosen some unwanted problems on my end first. Just wait a little more."

Hope felt a heavy weight at the bottom of his stomach. The thought of Snow in prison made him feel uneasy because a hero didn't belong in prison unless they broke the rules like any other common human. "Snow, what did you do?"

Snow's eyes suddenly turned wild as his face contorted into a dreadful expression. "I didn't do anything wrong. They just throw me in here. You have to believe me?" He spoke frantically.

"I believe you." Hope said sincerely. "I'll get you out of here, just you wait. And then I'll take you home."

Snow's face softened into a smile. "I would like that."

"Hey kid!" Both Hope and Snow turned their attention down the hallway where two PSICOM soldiers was walking towards them. "You shouldn't be here."

"This area is off limits to civilians." The other soldier in leather armor added, walking forward and grabbing the silvery-hair teen's right hand.

"No!" Hope said firmly, yanking his hand free from the soldier's grasp and taking some steps back until his back was bracing against the glass door. "I am staying here. I am not leaving without Snow." After half a year of waiting, he didn't want to let Snow out of his eyesight again.

"This isn't up to debate kid." The same soldier grunted, becoming annoyed and frustrated. He grabbed the teen's hand tightly and began dragging the reluctant teen away.

"No! Let go!" Hope pleaded once again, trying to break from the soldier's hold but the grasp was much stronger. He dug his heels into the ground like a reluctant chocobo, trying to stop the soldier from pulling him away.

"Leave Hope alone!" Snow yelled harshly, pounding against the thick glass.

"Be silent you scum!" The other soldier stepped before the blond with his gun in both hands, pointing the weapon to the blond. "A Pulse filth like you don't deserve to live."

The soldier's words to Snow send a silent cold shivers down Hope's spine. Before he could ponder of the words affiliated to Snow, he heard his mother's voice, laced with concerns, echoing down the hallway. Hope's feet halted its protest and the teen glanced up ahead and saw his worried parents, Gadot, and three other military men coming to their commotion.

"Mom!" Hope called out, trying to shrug the PSICOM soldier's hold on his arm, but the soldier didn't let go.

"Gadot!" Snow cheered happily, waving his cuffed hands to his best friend.

"Geeze Snow. You sure give us quite a shock disappearing on us. We all thought you were dead and have had giving up on hope, and yet here you are, alive and in prison." Gadot replied.

"That isn't comforting to hear." Snow grumbled.

"Well not to us, it isn't. We're just happy that you are alive and well." Gadot chuckled.

"Are you picking a fight because there is nothing happy about my situation."

"Enough!" Hope heard one of the three officer barked at Snow and Gadot before stepping forward. The man's voice was deep, authoritative, and irritated. The man's hair was a similar silver like his own, but more longer and silkier. His garp was different than the other regular PSICOM soldiers, resembling those of the higher ranks of an elite division. "What's going on here?" The man asked sharply to the two soldiers beside of him, causing them flinch before straighten up.

"Colonel Rosch!" The officer who was currently holding his right saluted. "We found this intruder wandering in this restricted area." The soldier said, gesturing to the teen.

"Let go of my son." Bartholomew said sturdily and the officer complied.

"Hope come here." Nora said. The teen looked at her perpetually and then back to the blond in the cell.

"But I want to stay with Snow." Hope implored, backing away closer to Snow's cell.

"No civilian isn't allow to see the prisoner. Mr. Villiers is being detained until further questioning." Rosch informed the teen which made the boy looked more wary. He sighed and offered a reassuring smile to the teen. "Don't worry. The prisoner isn't going anywhere."

"Snow isn't a prisoner. He is innocent. Snow would never do anything bad."

"It's okay, Hope." Snow tried to console his young lover. The silverette was about to open his mouth to protest, but he quickly interjected. "Its like he say, I am not going anywhere."

"You promise?" Hope asked hopefully, his searching into a pair of bright blue eyes.

"I promise." Snow nodded confidently.

With that the soldiers escorted them down the hallway and out of the cell room. Every step for Hope was heartbreaking and it worsen as Snow's outline strunk into the distance. It felt as if the hole in his chest from the past months had slowly started to enlarge once again, ripping away his moment of comfort and happiness. He kept looking back all the time until he couldn't see the blond anymore.


"Hope, don't scare your father and I like that. You could've gotten yourself in some serious troubles." Nora lightly scolded her son after the soldiers had ushered them out of the cell room.

"But Snow! They can't lock him up like that..." Hope tried to protest.

"That's no reason to run off like that." Bartholomew said sternly, gaining a pouted look from the teen. He then turned to Colonel Rosch and bowed his head deeply. "I am sorry for the trouble my son has caused."

"Just don't let it happen again." Yaag Rosch stated.

"But I do have to agree with the kiddo here." Gadot muttered in the opening as all eyes fell on him. His eyes met with those of Colonel Rosch's, determined and unwavering. "All of this seems a little too farfetch and extreme the way the military is treating Snow like he is some monster than a prisoner of war. The military must've cooked up a good reason for this one which I do not buy."

Yaag Rosch's eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit at the fiery-haired man and heaved out a tedious sigh. "If you want a fully explanation, then follow me to my office. This isnt a lightly matter we should divulge kindly in the hallway." Yaag relented before turning on his heel and beelined down the hallway.

Hope exchanged look with Gadot who was carrying a smirk on his face and then the man gave him a thumbs up. He could see the gears in Gadot's brain slowly turning. There were too many doubts and questions lingering in the air which needed some light to shed on the matter. The dark-skinned nodded towards the direction of Colonel and he nodded back in acknowledgement. They followed Colonel Rosch to his office, his parents' footsteps right behind of them, seeking the answers they both desired.

Inside the Colonel's office, Yaag Rosch sat in his chair behind his office table. The man had a contemplated look with his elbows resting on the desk. His head bowed while he kept his gaze straight ahead into an intense pairs of light-emerald orbs. Hope with his parents were sitting across the table. Gadot was standing beside them, with his arms folded across his chest while waiting patiently.

"So I take it that you must be aware of the situation." Yaag spoken, his tone serious and solemn directed to the fiery-haired man.

Gadot breathed out a sigh and nodded nevertheless. "But throwing a man in prison without any evidence isn't a very subtle way of solving your problems."

"What problems?" Hope spoke, not liking been left out of the conversation.

"Do you know the reason PSICOM was created by the Sanctum?" Yaag Rosch inquired to the silver-haired teen, drawing his gaze and holding it.

"It exists for the public security and commanding intelligence." Hope answered. It wasn't uncommon for people to not know about their government and the military fractions, unless if someone was born outside of Cocoon. Civil studies were essential on Cocoon, without a doubt been drilled into their little brain by the time they had become teenagers.

"That's true, however PSICOM was formed for another jurisdiction; the elimination of Pulsian aggression." Bartholomew said, gaining a perplexed look from his son. "People fear the world outside Cocoon and to reassure those fears, PSICOM was created by the Sanctum."

"It's our duty as soldiers and civilians of Cocoon to protect our people from any threats from Pulse." Yaag Rosch stated.

Hope felt his throat becoming dry when a sudden realization dawned upon him. "Snow isn't a pulse threats." Hope exclaimed defensively.

"I do not doubt you for believing that." Yaag Rosch stated wishfully.

"But the military don't share the sentiments, not even the slightest." Gadot added dryly.

"Why is that?" Nora asked, looking around confused as her brows furrowed together. She didn't believe that someone like Snow would become a threat to Cocoon. Well not against his will. The blond was nothing but kind and generous, an unreserved young man who wanted to protect Cocoon. When she saw Snow in the cell, the man looked the same, no different from what she had remembered.

"Because two weeks ago at twenty-two hours, we receives a transmission from one of our military base, the same base where Snow Villiers stationed, was under a pulsian attack when things were suddenly starting to quell down on both side. When we arrived at the military compound, we found it completely obliterated and two soldiers dead. We quickly carried out an investigation but couldn't find any other survivors until a week later when Mr. Villiers suddenly shown up to another base on Pulse. He was surviving on Pulse for over a week and on top of that, he was badly injured during the Pulse attack on the military base. However, upon later inspection in the medic room, we found out that his wounds were already swathed with pulsian therapies to our knowledge." Yaag elaborated.

"So what? Snow receives help from the enemies and that gives you the right to lock him away?" Hope retorted, his jaws clenched.

"We are just being careful with the tension on Pulse unexpectedly calm down recently." Yaag stated calmly. "This recent attack has left us worried and the coincidence that Snow is the only survivor from the incident and the medical care he receives from our enemies just didn't fit pleasing."

"Are you insinuating that Snow has some play to role in the attack? Because that's is ridiculous. Snow would never do that." Hope said in disbelief.

"The entire attack is suspicious and Mr. Villiers appears to be the highly suspicious amongst all. Strangely, he willing cooperates with our demands. He tolds us everything; from the night of the attack to the moment he walked in the other military base. His story seems factual."

"Of course he will cooperate." Gadot almost spatted.

"So what really is the problem with Snow?" Nora inquired. "If there aren't any holes in Snow's story, then why would the military still keep the man incarcerate?"

"From our questioning, we believe that he is withholding some information from us." Yaag informed them, gaining weird and dubious looks from the people in the room.

"How sure are you of that?" Bartholomew questioned skeptically. The military couldn't hold a person in prison based solemnly on an account of a simple impressions. If the military used that tactics for justice, then their cells would be cramped with ordinary people.

"Everyone we send in to question Mr. Villiers believe so. However, he claims he knows nothing. He wouldn't talk."

"So until you get the information Snow is hiding then you are going to let him go?" Hope asked hopefully.

"That is if we can get him to talk."

"I'll get him to talk." Hope stated, standing up from his seat.

"That's out of the question. This is a serious matter, not a game." Yaag said lightly.

"Let the kiddo talk to him. If anyone can get Snow to spill, it's Hope here." Gadot suggested, meeting a cold gaze from the silver-haired man.

Yaag huffed in disgruntlement before he reluctantly breathed out a bothersome sigh when he met an empathic look dark-skinned man and a pleading and desperate look from the teen. "Alright. I'll let the kid talk, but he better get the information." He caved in. It's not like he had anything to lose.


Snow's ears perked again when he deciphered hearing feet approaching once again. He tore away his sight from the cement wall and shifted it to glass door when one of PSICOM soldier earlier appeared on the other side followed by Hope. "Hope." Snow blinked incredulously, quickly standing on his feet and walking to the door.

"Back away!" The soldier commanded, pulling out his gun and aiming it to the detainee who just stood there and watched them with a startled and confused look on his face.

"Please Snow." Hope pleaded to Snow when he realized that Snow wasn't moving back. The blond met his gaze and then compiled, backing away slowly. He watched for a few tense, heart-wrenching moment as Snow took a few steps back. Seeing that Snow distanced himself from the transparent door, the soldier beside him then lowered his weapon. The soldier then fished out a key card and swiped the card through the key lock which emitted a beeping sound. The glass door slid open and then Hope scrambled to his feet quickly and let himself through the cell room. He wanted to touch and feel Snow, re-memorize the feel of those strong arms and broad chest.

"Hope." Snow cheered.

Snow only managed a step forward before Hope threw himself against him, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck. With his hands shackle, Snow looped his arms over his head and picked him up off the ground and into a crushing hug. Hope buried his head in Snow's chest, breathing in the man's scent and letting it fills his head. It made him feel dizzy. If he could stop the sun from setting right now, he would, so he could stay here in Snow's warm embrace until they dried up and became nothing into dust.

"You have only thirty minutes." The soldier reminded the teen, looking away in disgust. However, neither the two in the cell acknowledged his presence, henceforth he locked the door and walked away.

Snow carried the teen to the single bunk where he sat and placed his young lover on his lap. He smiled to himself when Hope was showing no signs of letting go. He inclined forward and nuzzled his face in the crook of Hope's neck. "I miss you. I miss you so much Hope." Snow whispered, feeling the small and warm body on his lap shudder uncontrollably.

"I miss you too." Hope choked, squeezing onto Snow's neck which will take more than a few soldiers with a crowbar to pry Snow away from his hands.

Snow leaned back and saw fresh tears soaking up those pretty viridian eyes. "I'm here now Hope." He said reassuringly, tightening his hold around the teen and placing a kiss on Hope's temple.

"Are you? Because you can't stay here." Hope prompted. He couldn't put his life on hold once again and waited for fal'Cie know how long for Snow's release.

"I'll be out. Just you wait." Snow said, smiling reassuringly.

A smile formed on Hope's before he shook his head incredulously. He had forgotten what kind of stubborn and over-confident man he was dealing with. However, as strong-willed Snow was, the military was more tenacious. "The military isn't going to let you leave." He said softly. His eyes were staring into Snow's blue vest while watching his fingers traced along the fabric. "They say that you are hiding something." He asserted and looked up, seeing a pair of cold blue eyes widen in fear. Snow then avoided his gaze, glancing away from his gaze. There was an uneasiness in his stomach when he saw the guilty look and the clenched jaws on Snow's features. It was evident now that something had happened. The thought of Snow doing something wrong didn't settle too firmly within him. He never thought that Snow would do something to become Cocoon's enemies, even becoming his own enemies. "Are you hiding something, Snow?" He asked again.

Snow couldn't bear to look into those innocent green orbs when the guilt of his actions swelled inside of him. He didn't want Hope of all person to know and that alone made his heart pricked with pain.

He had done something unforgivable. He had betrayed Cocoon. He had betrayed the one thing he was fighting to protect in this war but Snow couldn't tell the military that. Innocent lives were depending on him and he wasn't going to throw away those lives so easily. If the military found out what he truly had done, maybe then he really deserved to be locked away and never to see the day of lights again. The enormity of his actions swelled in his throat.

A profound silence, cloyingly thick, filled in the cell. Hope stared at the blond, seeing the tensions unfolding in the man's body as Snow remained quiet. His throat felt too dry, too tight, to roll up a proper swallow. Air hovered in his lungs until it staled. He fisted his fingers around the blue vest, pleading for Snow to say something. His face then fell. Wasn't he important enough for Snow to tell him anything?

"Hope." Snow called out and Hope met an intense pair of blue eyes burned with determination and convicted. "I can't tell you. But you have to trust me."

Hope let out a breath and nodded solemnly. His arms squeezed around Snow's neck reassuringly and Snow returned the gesture by pulling him closer. He finally understood the reason Snow was staying quiet. Those adamant and unyielding blue eyes were protecting someone or something and because of that, Snow wouldn't talk. He was doing something right which some people shouldn't agree with. That was the punchline. It wasn't worth getting worried about now because Snow was determined to protect this thing no matter the consequence. Snow was truly a kind and stupid man, and Hope believed that with every part of himself. "We'll figure something out."

Snow's face softened and a smile formed on his lips. "I know I can count you babe."

"Just don't keep me waiting long." Hope said with a pout on his face before nudging Snow's stomach with his elbow. "And don't call me that. I am not a girl." He added, blushing slightly.

"Of course not, but you certainly are beautiful. More beautiful than any girls I've seen." Snow leaned forward, gently butting his head against Hope's temples, their face inches apart. The teen's face was completely red and Snow couldn't believe how he survived months without this. The silky silver hair, long eyelashes and thin lips. He loved it all. He truly missed it all. A pair of lovely green orbs was staring at him like he was the only thing that matter in the world right now. There were words to describe this feeling, but Snow couldn't process his thoughts at the moment to say them. Rather his head moved on its own accord by leaning forward and their lips met into a fiery passion, as a flood of heat coursed their bodies. Snow felt a hand tighten around his neck and another grip the collar of his blue vest, pulling him down deeper into the kiss. He nibbled on Hope's lower lip, asking for the an invitation for full access which the teen eagerly complied. The youth let out a moan into the kiss and it was music to his ears.

To Be Continued...


A/N: We are coming to the end people :) Only one more chapter left and it's a wrap. I am trying to make the chapter longer, hopefully this will make you happy. I wanna say that I'll get to chapter 10 right away, but I have my hands full at the moment. I'll just have to see how things goes :3

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