And, just like that, it was time for the Christmas Ball. We (the performers) were backstage getting ready. I was pulling on my pure white tutu, careful to avoid the scarring skin there. Roxas took good care of me that night, taking me back to school almost immediately after and escorting me to the nurse. There, he insisted on taking care of me. The shallow cut was now starting to go away completely, but it still hurt at times. I could still dance, luckily. I sighed and pulled the straps up and adjusted how it fit on my (small) breasts before stepping from behind the curtain.

Everyone who was performing was in front of me, bustling around quickly, getting ready to the show. I saw Axel and Larxene off to the side, muttering softly to each other. I gave them a small wave, and they waved back. We all knew that it wasn't the time to talk. Off to another side, Zexion stood there playing softly on his violin, and Demyx was lounged on a couch behind him. Though Demyx wasn't in the actual show, he was allowed backstage, regardless. I had no idea why, though, perhaps because the other three wanted him there?

My eyes slid across some other people, before finally landing on him, my dance partner. I smiled and giggled gently when I saw him leaned over fixing his black tights—if the tights weren't enough, the (black) poufy shirt really set some people over the edge, like Axel, for example. He howled in laughter when he saw Roxas (I didn't quite understand why, though, Axel had to wear something with poufy sleeves, too…). It was quite an interesting sight. I never thought that Roxas would actually be one to wear tights and poufy shirts. I started walking over to him, my pointe shoes tapping lightly against the ground.

"Hey," I said, leaning on the wall next to him.

He looked up and straightened, smiling softly, "Hey yourself,"

I smiled as well, a light blush spreading over my face, "Do you always wear things like that?" I asked, a teasing tone to my voice.

Roxas sent me a mock glare, "No, it's strictly performance-only. And, before you ask, I wear this stuff because it's what I'm supposed to wear. I can't always wear sweat pants, you know!" he flicked my nose playfully, and I flinched, giggling gently.

"If you say so!" I said in a sing-song voice.

It took me a moment to register that I was kind of… flirting with him. How… embarrassing. I was never really one for flirting. I never really tried to do it on purpose. I guess everything was just accidental when it was laid out all in front of you. It made sense that way, to me, anyways.

"Ladies, gentlemen, circle up!" came a playful voice, and as Roxas and I turned, we saw Miss Kisaragi, the director for this show, standing there, smiling brightly as she always does.

Everyone made their way over to her (apart from Demyx), and her large smile just got larger, "I'm so proud of all of you guys, really! I'm so happy that you guys have made it this far! Already half way through the school year and you guys are doing such an extraordinary, prestigious thing! You all have been practicing your butts off, and I'm sure that the entire audience is excited for your guys' performances! Good luck, guys, and have fun!" with that, she skipped out to the stage, no doubt introducing the first performance, Zexion.

Zexion inhaled deeply and grabbed his violin, readying himself to walk out of the room to go to the stage. Axel thumped him on the back, a true smile (or smirk) gracing Axel's face, finally. I felt happy to see that smile. The melancholic boy nodded, as if Axel had told him something (who knows, maybe Axel did tell him something) and then stepped out.

I sighed and sat down daintily on the couch. As much as I didn't feel like being a "lady" today (my heart was racing so fast that I was literally shaking, making it hard to act like I was dignified and proud) the tutu kind of stopped me from just falling back on the couch. The story behind the tutu is funny, actually, because it isn't even mine.

A few days ago, Roxas had walked into the practice room late muttering a sorry for being late. It was late enough that the sun had begun to set slowly into the horizon. He had asked me to go there in a text, even though we were supposed to be on stage. Rehearsal, you know. When I looked at him critically I saw that he was holding a dress bag. I had walked over curiously and questioned what was in the bag and he smiled tiredly at me.

"Do you have a tutu?" he had asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, slightly offended by the statement, "What do you mean, do I have a tutu? I'm a dancer, of course I do, Roxas," I had no idea what exactly he was getting at.

My partners' smile got a little truer, brighter even, "I told my mom a while ago that we were dancing the Paus de Dux, and she was ecstatic. She's been trying to get me to give something to you, though I've been refusing. I finally broke down last night, so I brought this here," and with that, he unzipped the garment bag and showed me what was inside.

The sight made me gasp. Inside, there was a pure white tutu with thin white (of course) straps. The neckline of it was very interesting, as it shaped around the chest area, and then dipped down to show skin in the middle. There was small, (hopefully) fake diamonds decorating the bodice, and a wide piece of silk that wrapped around from a little above where the bellybutton was supposed to be to the hips. From there, the netted fabric of the skirt flared out, as if usually does with tutus of any kind. At the top, in a little baggie on the hanger, there was a small tiara, shinning even in the dim light of the room.

"Wh-What?"I stuttered, unbelieving.

Roxas gave me a small smile, "There's a story behind this tutu, you know." I looked at him expectantly and he just laughed shortly, "I'm guessing you want me to tell you the story?" I nodded, and he laughed again.

He took my hand and led me over to the window sill and sat me down, him sitting directly next to me, "This tutu was my mother's, a while back. She always loved this tutu dearly, and only wore it for the most special of performances. The last time she wore it, was when she danced the Pas de Dux, with my dad.

"You see, from how my mom told me the story, they had been dancing around each other, and I don't mean literally. They had liked each other for the longest time, but my dad had been too shy to admit it, supposedly. The last night that she wore this, was their second-to-last performance together." I secretly hoped that that wouldn't happen to us.

"It was her senior year here, at this very school, and she and my dad were finally invited to dance at the Christmas Ball. They danced together, she said it was the best dance of her life. The weird part of this story, though, is that… that night, was the night that they admitted their feelings for each other, and from how my mom told me, they weren't exactly sober, but they weren't completely drunken either.

"Regardless, that was the night when she… conceived.

"When she found out, she had cried almost endlessly. She told her parents, and they were disappointed, but they were highly against getting rid of the child, so, being old-fashioned, they made my parents get married. They were happy, or, at least, they faked happiness, which was good enough for both of their parents.

"Supposedly, the night that my mother gave birth, my father ran off, but it seemed like my parents had planned it. A stray tear had fallen from her eye, and then she cried no more, shocking most people. And… well, that was the night that I came along," he gave me a sad smile and I stared at him in wonder, before leaning over and hugging him.

I buried my face in his shirt, breathing in his scent, "That's such a sweet, yet sad story… why does she want me to wear the tutu, though?"

Roxas chuckled gently, "She doesn't just want you to wear it, she wants you to keep it," he said, and I looked up in shock, my wide eyes meeting his amused ones, "She likes you, Naminé, she likes you a lot," he said reassuringly.

I smiled gently, but then my smile fell, "B-But… I can't keep it… it's not mine, and it holds memories…"

Roxas patted my head playfully, "She wants you to have it, Naminé. My mom has been asking me to take it to you, like I said. Since it's my mother, I gave in, so, please, Naminé, keep it."

I stared at him for a little while before nodding hesitantly, "O-Okay… I'll keep it… and I'll treasure it forever!"

He laughed good-heartedly, "Well, let's get down to the stage, we're late for rehearsal," he said as he stood, before turning and extending a hand to me.

I smiled gently and took his hand, following him down to the stage.

Thinking of that, I couldn't help but let a small smile cross my features, despite how nervous I was. I just kept thinking that everything was going to be fine, especially with Roxas there on stage with me. He had reassured me so many times within the past few days that I had started to believe him again. It was nice, having someone always there to make you happy and to reduce your stress and worry. I wondered if that was how Kairi felt with Sora. When I really thought about it, I realized that that was probably how she felt. Sora was, after all, good at making people laugh.

"Naminé, it's almost our turn," came Roxas' voice, pulling me out of my scattered thoughts.

I looked up, alarmed, and started to shake slightly, "A-Are you sure about th-this, Roxas? I mean, are you sure we… that we can do this?"

Roxas rolled his eyes, "How many times have I told you not to doubt us. We can do this, I know we can and you know we can. Now, come on, you don't want to disappoint your parents, do you?"

At his words, my heart started to throb. My parents were out there in the audience, and they had come all the way from Radiant Garden just to see me. I couldn't let them down, it would hurt too much. So, instead, I simply stood up and straightened myself, muttering that I was ready. Roxas smiled brightly at me, making my heart race faster. He really did affect me like no one had ever done before. I couldn't help but feel hopeful. I wanted us to be perfect together, for his mother to adore me like she adored Olette. I started to wonder if the dress was a sign, but I mentally shook my head, making myself forget about it.

As we walked from the room, we heard Larxene saying the last lines of her and Axel's scene, which they had taken from the play "Romeo and Juliet".

"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!' Larxene's voice was full of emotion, her acting precise and clean, pure perfection. She really was the best actress in school, "This is thy sheath," she fake stabbed herself, "there rust and let me die," and with her final line, she fell on top of Axel, and the curtain closed as a thunderous applause came.

Larxene and Axel stood after the curtain closed, and the extra actors exited stage right, while they walked towards us on stage left. Larxene sent a playful smirk my way, as if saying 'good luck' without using words. Axel merely winked, and they walked past us, back into the room. I did shiver slightly, though, when the skirt of Larxene's flowing dress that resembled Juliet's during the death scene.

I took a deep, shaky breath, grabbing Roxas' hand for reassurance. He squeezed my hand gently, and it just felt right. I smiled at him, and he smiled at me, and he led us out to center stage and pulled me into position before the curtain opened. I looked directly at him, and he at me, and when the curtain opened, it was as if we were the only people in the room—no, the world.

As we spun and twirled on the stage, the skirt fluttered around me, and everything was suddenly perfect. I went to the tips of my toes and he held me there steadily. My arms slung around his neck, he lifted me. It was the dance we had danced so many times before, and, yet, it had never been like this. It had never been so light and easy, so perfect.

As the dance ended and we came to a stop, that's when the audience caught up to us. There was a loud, roaring applause and we did our bows as the curtain closed and Miss. Kisaragi had stepped onto the stage.

I nearly jumped him, hugging him tightly, "Roxas… that was perfect!" I whispered excited, and he hugged me back, muttering words that resembled, "I told you."


Later that night, I stood leaning against a wall in the ballroom, feeling slightly awkward as I was simply standing there. I myself was dressed in a long strapless white dress that split at the waistline down the middle for the skirt revealing a soft, light blue fabric lying under the top skirt. The bodice was kind of sparkly, but not too overdone, and there was a small, almost unnoticeable if a person were just walking by and glancing over, lace trim on the edges of the split fabric. It was an expensive dress, definitely more than I want to mention, but I loved it and Kairi convinced me to buy it our second time to that store. I still needed to figure how she did that, exactly.

I sighed and looked around the room, actually kind of surprised that they really went all out for this ball. Round tables were placed around the room, allowing a large dance floor, of course. Each table was alternately decorated with either a blue or white table cloth, and on top of that there were small pieces of snowflake-shaped confetti. In addition to the confetti, there were candles on top of every table, emitting a nice, comforting scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Also, adding to the festive feel of the room, there was a huge Christmas tree with ornaments all over it off to the corner, with bright lights twinkling brightly on it. They also, somehow, painted all of the previously beige walls white and blue. It was kind of simple, apart from maybe the tree, and I liked the set-up.

I still couldn't pull myself away from the wall, though. I guessed it was because no one was really coming over to me to say hi, or to ask me to dance, or whatever. I fidgeted with my dress slightly, and looked around again, looking for people I knew, anyone I knew. It could've been Larxene and that would be okay. Heck, it could've been Zexion! Not that I didn't enjoy their company, that is, it's just that… Larxene is temperamental to the point it's scary to be alone with her and Zexion… doesn't talk much.

There was suddenly a warm presence next to me from a body taller than my own. I glanced over to see who it was, and I smiled slightly at the sight of Demyx leaning against the wall, smiling brightly at me, "Hey, Demyx," I said pleasantly, relaxing a little more. It was better having someone with you, though I kind of hoped it was Roxas. Not that I would tell anyone else that.

"Hey Nana!" he greeted happily, reaching over and patting my head, making me swat at him playfully, "What's a pretty girl like you doing over here?" he asked, a flirtatious smile gracing his face.

Wait, what? Flirtatious? Was Demyx flirting with me?

Regardless, I still blushed slightly, looking down with embarrassment, "I… I just don't have anyone to hang out with…" I muttered as I looked up again. I really didn't. Kairi was dancing with Sora, while Xion was dancing with… I think his name is Riku, and Axel and Larxene were off doing something that I don't think I want to know. Roxas was nowhere to be found, to my disappointment.

Demyx smile suddenly turned a little shy and he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the dance floor, "Come on, let's dance, Naminé," he said.

I blinked as he pronounced my real name for the first time in a very long time. I nodded silently and he spun me around, placing a hand on my hip and I placed a hand on his shoulder. He was a little too tall for me. That was okay, though, it wasn't that bad. It would've been worse if I weren't wearing my heels. I let myself dance with him, our movements somehow flowing together, though it was still a little bit awkward. There was a tense atmosphere about Demyx, for some reason. I just didn't know why.

The sitar player was staring at me intently, it was a little unnerving, "Naminé," he pronounced my name slowly, and I stared right into his eyes, finally, "I have something I need to tell you," I nodded dumbly. What else could I do? "Just, hear me out, okay? Don't say anything until I'm done," I nodded again. "I know that… the fact that you don't reciprocate these feelings, but… I really like you Naminé. I've really liked you for a long time, and I do want to be more than friends. I really, really do, more than you believe. Ever since that time we hung out and I almost kissed you, it just felt right to be around you. It just felt… right. I love being around you, and I really, really do like you… but… you don't like me the way I like you, do you."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement, oddly enough. I stared at him, my eyes questioning and confused, his eyes smoldering and gentle. I stared at him for a little while longer, taking in his features for the first time in a while. Dirty blonde hair styled in his signature mullet that he was infamous for; emerald eyes, masculine face, somewhat rounded shoulders and long legs, as well as a long torso. It was undeniable that he was handsome, but what he said shocked me greatly. How could it not? One of my best friends… liked me.

Had I ever liked him as more than a friend? I guess I already knew the answer to that question. No. I never did like him as more than just a friend. That was just a fact of life.

But, even if that was true, I couldn't say it aloud, right to his face. I, being my wimpy self, just nodded wordlessly, and my eyes left his, looking down as we continued to dance. I noticed, though, that we have begun to get slower suddenly, though I didn't know why. "I-I like…" I started to mutter as I gained the courage slowly, very, very slowly, "I like… Roxas…" I barely whispered his name, but when I looked up Demyx looked… happy.

I suppose he caught my confused gaze and he laughed slightly, "Nana, I may like you a lot, but I noticed from nearly the first time I met you that you like Roxas. I'm just happy that you've finally admitted it!"

I flushed again, "E-Ever since the first time you met me?" he nodded, "B-But I only figured it out… a little bit ago…"

He laughed and patted my head gently, "Usually it takes the actual person a while to figure it out. I'm just super aware of my own personal feelings! Especially when they're towards a person!"

I nodded at this and looked around again, hoping to find a glimpse of Roxas, but still dancing with Demyx, regardless of the fact that I was distracted. He noticed and said, very plainly, "He's out in the gardens, Nana," he let go of me and gave me a slight push, and I looked at him confusedly. He waved his hands dismissingly, "Go, go, talk to him!" he said, a small smile on his face.

I nodded slowly and stared at him for another second, noting that there was an undertone of sadness in his eyes, before turning and starting to walk away. I only got about two steps before whirling around and giving him a tight hug, burying my face into his chest, "Thank you…" I whispered before turning and walking out of the ballroom. As I left, I picked up my skirt slightly and walked a little faster, careful not to trip in the heels that I was wearing.

I walked through the halls that I had walked through many times, oh so many times. It made me wonder how time had flown by so quickly; it felt just like yesterday that I had actually started at this school. It felt like just yesterday I had started here, that I had disliked Roxas. It was as if it were all a dream, though I knew none of it was.

I stepped out into the freezing winter night air, and shivered almost immediately. I sucked it up, regardless, and kept walking, trying to dodge the large patches of snow and literally walk in other peoples' steps. It was quite interesting, really. I felt like I was dancing a dance along the bricks. I was even compelled the twirl around, but I kept myself somewhat still, just walking and hopping slightly onto the (mostly) dry spots.

As I finally entered the garden, I simply walked along the large green hedges that had snow on them and ice forming on the little leaves. It was beautifully breathtaking, but somewhat haunting at the same time. It felt like a suspense movie, and yet I knew it wasn't. All I was going to do was see Roxas, after all.

I finally came to a complete clearing that would normally be surrounded by flowers – if it weren't the dead winter, anyways. There in that clearing, on the opposite side of me, was a stone arch, which would have roses winding up it any other season. Under the arch was a bench, where Roxas sat. My heart sped up slightly as I took in how he looked. He was just wearing a simple tux, though all black. Black jacket, black pants, black shirt, black tie… that was a lot of black. That's all I can say.

I took a deep breath and started walking towards him. I knew he was aware of my presence, but he didn't look away from… whatever he was looking at. I sat next to him on the bench, ignoring the numbing cold that was encasing me. He still didn't look at me, so I sighed inwardly and coughed awkwardly, "Hey…" I muttered, not having much else to say.

Roxas nodded, acknowledging my presence but still not looking up, "Hey."

We sat there in silence for a few more seconds before I spoke up, "Roxas… I… I want to hear your side of the story. I want to know everything that has happened… but I want to know your thoughts. I've heard things from others… but not you. Not really…"

There was another silence before I heard Roxas sigh and straighten up, finally looking at me, "I guess I should start from the beginning, huh?" I nodded, and he sighed again, beginning his story, finally.

"Well… I quite literally met Hayner and them nearly after I learned how to walk. I had been at the park on a sunny summer day with my mother, and they were there, too. Hayner was trying to be tough, as usual, so he pushed me over. I pushed him. We fought, and Olette and Pence broke up the fight. That's the simplified version of how we met, because I can't remember exact details. It was a good… thirteen years ago, I think.

"Regardless of that, we became the best of friends, but around when we were five some bully by the name of Seifer came over and started picking on us. Apparently, there's some bad blood between him and Hayner. Something that happened when I was out sick at school or something, no one would tell me exactly what happened. But, Seifer started to pick on us and he pushed me at some point, actually punching me in the cheek. Now, being five I couldn't fight very well, and Seifer was… seven, I'm pretty sure. Hayner tried to back me up, but it wasn't working very well. Olette was against violence and Pence wasn't a good fighter either, so I was, naturally, scared. Then… then Axel and the others came along, and even though they were only six, they drove Seifer away. I was extremely grateful, but Hayner was furious to the point where it took him around… a week and a half to calm down.

"Things settled for another four or five years, Seifer still picked on us but we learned to fight back. Somewhere in that about four year gap, Olette started to show strong feelings for me, and it was really awkward being around her, so I started to spend more time at the theatre practicing. Truthfully, I saw Axel, Larxene, Demyx, and Zexion there constantly, I was just a little intimidated by them. Axel was already towering over everybody, Demyx not too far behind, and Larxene pretty tall for her age, too. Zexion was still short, of course, but still a lot taller than I was.

"One day, when I was practicing with Kairi (we had just become partners), Olette was off to the side for some reason, and Hayner and Pence were sitting in the audience looking like they were about to fall asleep. And then I suddenly heard Axel shouting at me, taunting me about being a pansy. I guess I just saw red, ran over to him, and somehow punched him in the face. He laughed and patted my head.

"After that, we didn't see each other much, until around the time I was maybe thirteen. Seifer had cornered Hayner and I at the struggle ring again, and forced us into a fight. It was three on two, as his lackeys Rai and Fuu were there. After a while, it just seemed like we were going to be beaten to a pulp, that there was no hope. Suddenly, the punches stopped coming and when I looked up, Axel was standing there with Demyx, Larxene, and Zexion lined on either side of him. Let's just say that Seifer avoided us for a while after that.

"Then, when it was supposed to be my freshmen year at Twilight Town High School, my mom convinced me to take my dancing further and come here to the Twilight Town Academy of Arts. When I got here, I guess Demyx and them just happened to find me. We became great friends after that.

"I decided to take my TTAA friends to meet my TTHS friends around the end of first semester, but it didn't really work out. I guess that, to put it simply, Olette felt threatened by Larxene, and Hayner was insanely jealous of Axel. Pence was just taking their side. There was actually nearly a fight that broke out, but I made my two groups of friends promise to never actually fight. They promised, and that little agreement you heard of was made behind my back.

"Time went on, and I started to date Kairi somewhere in sophomore year, and I guess that just ticked Hayner off. I'm guessing he got so angry because Olette was basically, to put it simply, devastated. We were going pretty strong though, Kairi and me. It was somewhere near the end of the school year where it got awkward and strained, though. It was just getting harder and harder for us to stay together, and Kairi seemed to be getting distant. Then, halfway through the summer, she broke it off, though you should already know that." I felt my face heat up slightly. "I kind of just blamed it on myself. It was my fault, after all. I was a bad boyfriend; I didn't keep her confident in me enough… that's when I started 'dating' all those girls. My self-esteem was low, and I just didn't know what to do. I was afraid I was turning into my dad. I was deathly afraid.

"And then… I met you for the first time. Well, really met you for the first time. When I first saw you, I noticed immediately that you looked like Kairi, and I guess you could say that was why I was so rude at first… you just reminded me so much of how much I failed…" I felt immediately guilty, "I had also feared that you would act a lot like her. After a while, though, I guess… You just turned out completely differently. You're like her opposite, almost.

"The fact still didn't make me any less distant, though. I continued life as I had been, dating a different girl nearly every week. It was like code to me at that point. It was… weird. But… as I kept dancing with you, you kept cracking me. You kept cracking my shell slowly. I could feel myself coming undone, and letting myself be… myself around you. It was odd, almost no one had ever been able to do that.

"And… and that night, at the club, when that man… confronted you, I just saw plain red. Just red. I was angry, I was steaming, and so I did what I thought I should do. I ran up to him and attacked him. I didn't understand why, at that time, but I did. I just couldn't stand the thought of him touching you… dirtying you…" the memory made me shiver slightly. More than I already was, anyways.

"If you still want to know why I had wanted to change partners… it was because I thought I was too dangerous for you to be around. And I… I was confused. I was confused about why I could let myself go around you, why everything instantly felt better when I was in you presence. I didn't understand my feelings, and I didn't want to understand them.

"A couple of weeks later, I started dating Olette. Now that was a disaster," he let out a dry, humorless laugh, "It was even more awkward when we were on dates, and we didn't talk much around each other. We would go out, and I would take her home. At her door, she would always turn towards me and close her eyes, expecting me to kiss her good night," my heart ached at the thought of them kissing, "but I never did," the aching toned down a little bit, "I would simply kiss her on the cheek and leave.

"That was when the fights were getting worse, as you know. That day in the ice cream shop… it was just the day that marked the beginning of this… of this 'war'. Everyone was getting hurt, and was being affected. As you probably noticed, I was getting bags under my eyes due to lack of sleep, because I was always up late at night thinking about how I screwed things up. I wondered what things would be like if I hadn't formally introduced them. It, once again, felt like my fault completely. I would just mope around all day at the thought of that, not really caring what happened to me. But… when I would dance with you, everything was suddenly better." I flushed slightly at this.

"When I would dance with you, it was like the entire world didn't exist outside of the ballet studio. Every little bit of drama and trouble would melt away and it was like I was happy again. Everything was perfect when I would dance with you. Nothing would be wrong, it was always just you and me.

"That day that you listened to me and Hayner's conversation… I felt bad that you had to listen to that. That you had to listen to me lie," wait… what? "It wasn't fair to you, but… I had to. Hayner has been my best friends for years… but… I guess you can say that my feelings for you are stronger, Naminé."

Had he said what I thought he said?

Suddenly my hand became warm. When had I put on gloves? I glanced down to check but only got a glimpse before fingers beneath my chin lifted my head up and I was looking into deep, endless dark blue eyes, "I really, really like you, Naminé. I might even… love you," the last part was whispered so quietly that I barely heard it. Or maybe I did just hear it.

I didn't have much time to think before there were lips on mine.


Rei's Rambles:

Hey! Sorry for the long wait, issues and so on! Buuuuut -takes a deep breath- LONGEST CHAPTER YET!

I am very happy, as you guys can probably tell! A whole eleven pages in MS Word!

And, yes, they have finally kissed. You'll find out their reactions next chapter (which is already in progress, actually)!

But, that's just the good news. What bad news could come of this, may you ask? This is the second to last chapter of Black and White. And, I'm not kidding, this story is really almost over. Next chapter will be the final chapter, in all seriousness.

BUT. That doesn't mean it's all over. I am really planning a sequel to this, and it already has a title (check my profile if you really want to know), but there probably won't be any "sneak peaks" because I'm normally secretive about this kind of stuff, sorry!

There is a poll on my page that I need you guys to vote on, though! It's really important to the sequel (hint: Choose wisely!)!

Now, enough of my mindless babble. But, sadly, GreyPurpleBlack didn't attatch a beta's note this time (I'll add it if I get one), so no note from her... :c

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