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[...]-a character is speaking in another language. In this chapter, it's in Japanese.

Hebi hovered uncertainly outside the door to the nurse's wing, trying to decide what he should do.

Let's be friends!

Friends…visited each other in the hospital, didn't they? And Kitsune had said they were friends…unless he had been lying. But he had seemed so earnest when he spoke, and the look in his eyes…Hebi never had a friend before, though, if you didn't count Kanda. The rabbit was okay, but they never really saw each other, and Lenalee was…Hebi didn't know what to call her. Acquaintance? Maybe.

But Kitsune—he had called Hebi a friend.

He straightened, determination pooling in his dark, charcoal eyes. Kitsune was his friend¸ and friends visited each other when they were injured! (He thought that's what they did, anyway.)

With that thought, Hebi carefully opened the door and stepped inside, not sure what to expect, since he usually avoided the hospital wing like the plague. He vaguely recognized the white walls and the long line of beds…his eyes fell on one of them when he realized that two people were sitting on top of the pristine cotton sheets.

They appeared to be playing a game of poker; Hebi tilted his head as he watched them.

Kitsune lay down his hand, a smug grin on his face. "Royal straight flush." He said, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Beat that, nii-san. Oh wait! You can't."

A white haired man was sitting across from him, though Hebi couldn't see his face, since his back was to him. He was hunched over his cards, one hand up to his mouth, the other presumably holding his cards. After a second the old man sighed angrily and threw down the plastic squares, before speaking. "I don't understand how you manage to pull the best hands out of nowhere."

Wait, that didn't exactly sound like an old man. It sounded like…a teenager. Hebi slowly eased inside the room and shut the door behind him, not making a noise. He silently crept along the wall until he could see the side of the white-haired person's face, not listening to their conversation.

…that was way too young to be an old man. Actually, he was way too young to have white hair; his cheeks still had a bit of baby fat on them, and his silver eyes glittered with a sort of childish wonder than only a youth can have. He tilted his head curiously, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

He was so busy observing the strange man that he completely didn't notice Kitsune watching him unsurely; however he did notice it when Allen realized that his brother was no longer paying attention to the game and followed his gaze to Hebi, who immediately tensed. Busted.

"Uh, Hebi…" Kitsune began, watching the raven-haired teen with cautious eyes. "What are you doing over there?"

Allen was still staring curiously at Hebi with an unnaturally piercing gaze, and it made the young teen twitch uncomfortably. He coughed lightly into his hand and tried to act as natural as possible, despite the fact that he'd sort of been creeping through their room. "I was just visiting you." He said, sticking his hands in his pockets and giving the blond a challenging glare. He silently praised himself for such a cool reaction.

Kitsune brightened considerably, though he still looked confused. "You…do realize that sneaking around is pretty weird, right? We're both pretty relaxed, it's not like we'd try to throw you out." He looked to his brother for confirmation, who smiled and nodded.

Hebi couldn't help the light pinking of his cheeks as embarrassment crept through him. "I knew that." He muttered, slowly approaching their bed, secretly taking another searching look at Kitsune's friend, curious about this strange whitette. Now that Hebi could see his face better, he was surprised by the long red scar daggering sharply down his pale face. How odd.

The teen noticed his look and his smile widened just a hint—though something cold crept into it, and Hebi unconsciously shivered. It was obvious there was more to this teen than a gentle face. "You know," He said politely. "It's rude to stare." It was obvious that he'd gotten a lot of odd looks before, and was tired of it.

"Sit down." Kitsune gestured towards an empty patch on his hospital bed, then laughed and reached out to noogie the whitette's head. "I promise nii-san won't bite!" Then he paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Actually, now that I think about it…"

Kitsune's big brother frowned and slapped his hand away, pouting. "That was once. And you wouldn't give me back my food! You had that coming!"

Hebi smiled slightly in amusement at their interactions, easing gently onto the bed. These two seemed like pretty nice people, if a bit odd. Suddenly he realized that he hadn't introduced himself to the older brother, and blinked. It'd been a long time since he'd simply forgotten about formalities…and it had been a long time since someone actually hadn't cared that he hadn't introduced himself. Usually whenever he met people, they demanded his name…after all, he was the Black Order's unique exorcist.

It was oddly…refreshing.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't been focusing on the conversation for a bit there, and paid attention again to see what was going on. The minute he did, his mouth nearly went slack jawed. He must have been really out of it if he'd missed this.

The white-haired teen had Kitsune in a headlock, and was currently noogie-ing him with such force golden strands were beginning to rain down on the sheets. However not to be outdone, the blond was trying to bury his unusually large canines into his brother's forearm, snarling playfully.

"Um." Hebi said, unsure if he should break up their play fight or not.

"Hebi!"

The three of them froze, though the two brothers were much more comical than Hebi. Kit had managed to snag a piece of black cloth in his mouth, and the whitette still had his knuckles buried into his brother's thick hair. Hebi tilted his head when he heard the voice—what could Yu want with him right now?

"I'm in here!" He shouted back, not noticing when Kitsune and his older brother tensed.

Kanda sounded unusually annoyed—he'd probably been looking for Hebi for a while. "Where?"

"The nurses place!" Hebi tilted his head, listening for a response. As expected, he got none; his reply was the sound of stomping feet that got louder as Kanda approached. Suddenly the bed jerked under him, and Hebi had to steady himself so he wouldn't fall off. He glanced over at the two brothers to see what on earth they had been doing, when he realized that Kitsune was missing, and his brother was sitting there, smiling innocently.

"Um…" He looked around curiously for the blond, wondering where he had vanished off to. "Where's…?"

"Hiding from Kanda." The whitette's smile widened, and he stuck out his hand. "I don't believe I ever introduced myself, I'm sorry." Hebi took it hesitantly, giving the gloved appendage a light shake. "My name is Allen. And you?"

"Hebi." Their hands dropped back to their sides. "So why is Kitsune hiding?" The stomps were almost at the door.

Allen chuckled and scratched one side of his face. "Well, Kit and Kanda had a bit of a run in when we first came here…"

Hebi's eyebrows shot up. "A bit? I've never seen Yu so angry."

"Yu?" The whitette asked curiously, and it took a second for Hebi to realize that he'd referred to Kanda by his first name again. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we've seen each other—"

And then the door exploded open and Kanda Yu stomped into the room, looking absolutely furious. His hair was up in its usual ponytail, only it was much more messy than usual. Instead of Mugen in one hand, there was a training sword, which had Hebi confused—Kanda never let his precious sword go, not for anything. Why would he be using a training sword…?

Black, glaring eyes swept the room, hovering derisively over Allen for a second, before landing on Hebi. Kanda barked out an unusually harsh sentence, all in Japanese. "[Where have you been, idiot]?"

Affronted, Hebi straightened, responding similarly. Yeah, Kanda acted like an ass to the others, but usually Hebi was the exception—they had been practically inseparable when he was still learning English, and were now best friends. "[I was visiting my friend in the hospital. What's the matter with you? Where's Mugen? Why are you so angry]?"

"[This is your friend]?" Kanda sneered at Allen, taking him in, who seemed to realize he was under scrutiny and was staring at the older teen uncertainly. "[He looks weak and stupid. Nothing but a beansprout]."

Allen paused. His lips twitched, then turned into a cold, almost frightening smile. Both the Japanese teens froze when the whitette asked in heavily accented Japanese, "[Should I leave]?"

There was a quickly stifled snickering noise from underneath the bed. Hebi stiffened when he realized that it had to be Kitsune; if Kanda had heard, the blond was doomed.

The raven haired teen stopped moving and cocked his head, listening; it was obvious he had heard something, but didn't know what. Allen seemed to realize this as well, and made the courageous decision to save his brother's ass. He slid off the bed and walked closer to Kanda until they were almost nose to nose, eyes narrowed. "[I am not weak, and I am not a beansprout. You have made a mistake]."

It was obvious that Japanese wasn't his first language, but it seemed that he understood well enough. Well enough to piss Kanda off, thoroughly distracting him from the odd noise. "[You are weak]." He growled. "[You're going to die within the first weak, I just know it]." The sword suddenly was whipped up to Allen's nose. "[I still don't trust you, akuma]."

The whitette stiffened, and switched to English. "Why are you so angry?" He asked, staring at Kanda with suddenly curious eyes, seemingly oblivious to the sharp edge just inches from his face. In fact, he slowly reached out and touched the blade, eyes glazing as he focused. Kanda seemed frozen in place, perhaps stunned by the sudden change in attitude, staring wide-eyed at Allen.

What was Allen doing to him? Hebi narrowed his eyes at the pair, before taking a deep breath and activating his Innocence. If the silverette was doing something to hurt Kanda, Hebi would kill him.

Hebi had a parasitic Innocence that was located in his eyes; when activated, they glowed an unnatural red, and had almost pinwheel-like black markings in them. Their ability was the power to look at an akuma and see how their attacks worked; not only that, but it also worked on Innocence's. That wasn't his eyes' only power—he could also tell where an attack was coming from—but he had to admit, it was only useful if he was faster than the attacker.

He sucked a tiny breath of air when he saw what was going on.

Allen's Innocence was centered around his arm—obviously a parasitic type, like him—and for the most part, the silver light glowed peacefully. However tiny strands of his Innocence were reaching out latching onto the people nearby—one disappeared under the bed, presumably connected to Kitsune, one was hovering maybe a centimeter above Hebi's chest. He curiously touched the tiny thread, then quickly withdrew when the tiny Innocence pulsed with a pure, probing, almost understanding feeling.

Several larger threads of the Innocence were curling around Kanda, wrapped lightly around his head, curling gently around his hands; they pulsed softly with red light. However it didn't seem at all harmful…why was it…?

Then, Hebi's eyes widened. He knew what those threads did—Allen's words suddenly made sense! The whitette was sensing their emotions. He'd never heard of an Innocence like that—it would be almost useless in battle.

Barely a second after Hebi deduced this, Kanda shook his head violently, Allen's Innocence disconnecting from him, floating aimlessly in the air. The whitette's face twisted slightly and one hand moved to touch his head, as though he had gotten a headache. Kanda shook his head again, glaring at the shorter teen angrily. "What the hell was that?"

"I-I don't know!" Allen seemed confused, and just a little scared now, and it suddenly occurred to Hebi that he might not actually know what his own Innocence did. "It—It was like with Lvellie, I just…" He grabbed onto his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

Kanda lunged forwards, catching Allen's collar with one hand, putting the sword up to his throat. The distraught teen winced, but did nothing to stop him. Hebi tensed forwards, realizing that he might have to step in—but his mind was racing. What is Lvellie doing here? He thought desperately. I haven't seen him…does that mean he doesn't want to talk to me at all…?

Kanda seemed to echo his sentiments. "Lvellie was here? When? Tell me!"

And that's when Kitsune finally leapt up from under the bed and knocked away Kanda's sword, standing protectively in front of Allen, who still appeared to be in pain. "Leave him alone! Can't you see that he's in no shape to answer anything?"

Recognition flashed, and the raven haired teen turned on Kitsune, whirling his sword around to lop off the blonde's head, who barely ducked in time. Hebi let out a shout and lunged for Kanda, wrapping his arms around the raven-haired teen's shoulders. "You!" He shouted. "You were the bastard who broke Mugen!" He struggled violently, and Hebi was barely able to hold him back. This guy broke Mugen…? He was suddenly torn—should he let Kanda kill Kitsune for breaking his sword, or should he save his new friend? "[Let me go, Hebi, I want to kill him]!"

"[You aren't thinking straight]!" He shouted back—that much was true. He didn't want Kanda to do something he'd regret later. "[Calm down]!"

"[Let him come]!" Kitsune shouted, growling when Allen restrained him as well. Even so, his fists were half raised with an unspoken challenge. "[Dammit Allen, he wants a fight, let us fight]!"

Someone coughed.

The whole room froze, and simultaneously looked towards the door.

A tall man stood there, a box in one hand. He had long blond hair that was braided behind him, and two odd red spots had been painted on his forehead. He appeared to be wearing a brown military uniform, sharp green eyes glaring out beneath golden fringe. His posture was impeccable, and Hebi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed of their childish squabbling in the presence of this man.

He released Kanda and stepped back, expressionless, which broke the stillness of the room. Kitsune slowly disentangled himself from Allen's restraining hold and stood straight, watching the blond with unreadable eyes. Kanda simply remained where he was, sword hanging loosely at one side. All in all, they made quite the intimidating picture, Hebi liked to think.

To his credit, he didn't even flinch. Instead, the man coughed into his hand again, and his searching eyes found Kitsune. There was a quick flicker up and down, which made Kitsune tense, before the taller man held out the box. "Hello. I am Link, from Central. I was ordered to watch you. I have made a cake for this occasion. I hope you enjoy it."

Kitsune's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, no doubt to ask why he was being watched, but Allen beat him to the punch. "Cake?" The whitette said happily, snatching up the box and peering inside. Link blinked in surprise, obviously not having expected the reaction, especially from the wrong person. "Oh boy, this looks delicious! Thank you very much!"

The blond teen relaxed, smiling fondly at his older brother. "Did you not hear anything else that he said?" He asked, amused.

Allen looked up curiously from his perusal of the cake. "Should I have?"

Any tension that had built up from the eerie statement from Link dissipated with that brief exchange, though Hebi still watched him suspiciously, as did Kanda. There was something off about that guy…even worse that he was from Central.

Kitsune hadn't forgotten about that, either. "So why are you watching me?" He folded his arms in front of his chest, while Allen started and looked sharply at his brother, then at Link.

The taller blond glanced from Kanda to Hebi to Allen, narrowing his eyes at the three. "I'm sorry, but this is sensitive information. I must discuss this alone."

Hebi was just fine, with this—after all, he and Kitsune were friends now, and friends told each other things, right?—but Kanda sent Link a livid glare. "I'm not going anywhere unless I decide to do so." He growled.

Allen raised his chin and stood his ground as well. "Kitsune is my brother." He said firmly. "I'm not going to leave him."

Link didn't outwardly react, but suddenly Allen recoiled slightly, which led Hebi to believe that the seemingly unflappable man had just released a wave of anger. Suddenly Hebi realized what a stupid idea it was to go against Central, especially since the European HQ was on such thin ice as it was. He shook off his pride and touched Kanda's elbow, not flinching when the raven-haired teen whirled on him angrily. "Kanda." He murmured, silently asking him to understand.

The samurai's eyes narrowed angrily—but his gaze softened slightly after a minute, and Hebi knew then that he understood. Kanda whipped away, stalking towards the door, Hebi trailing quietly behind him.

He gave Link one last glare, before carefully shutting the door behind him.

~WOBF~

"…so let me get this straight." Incredulity rushed through Kitsune as he stared at Link, trying to figure out what his game was. "You're stalking me because you guys want to know if I'm the Heart or not?"

"Not stalking." Link corrected emotionlessly. "Observing."

Before Kitsune could shrug and say okay, he was fine with this, Allen interrupted. "And what will happen if he is the heart?"

The younger blond blinked and glanced at his brother, glad he had spoken up. Allen always thought ahead—that was why he was considered the older brother. He had looked out for Kitsune even before Mana had died, and was the most responsible.

Link obviously had anticipated this question, because he barely paused. "You will be taken back to Central, to be trained for use on the battlefield."

Kitsune's mouth dropped—they would just take him from the Black Order? Anger began to pool in his gut—he wasn't just some mindless dog to be ordered around. He was a human being, dammit!

Allen stood up before he could react, voicing his brother's thoughts; there was a low, cold fury in his usual gentle voice. "You can't do that."

He rose as well, a little irked that Allen was essentially defending him when he could speak just fine. Kitsune knew that he could handle himself.

Link also lifted himself from his seat so he was staring down the two teens, glaring coldly at the pair of them. "We are the Central government. You are just a tool for our use. We will do whatever it takes to win the war against the Millennium Earl."

The silverette's face twisted into an angry snarl. "Don't—"

"Allen." Kitsune said quietly, touching his brother on the arm. Allen looked at him in surprise, before realizing what was wrong and clamping his mouth shut. He knew that Kitsune hated it when he defended him—Allen had been told this several times. Allen himself didn't like it very much either—the only reason Kitsune had defended him earlier was because the silverette seemed to be emotionally unstable, and hadn't been able to lift a finger in his own defense.

Understanding passed. Allen fell silent, his lips clamped shut as he allowed Kitsune to take control of the situation.

"I'm not your property." He said firmly to Link, with a calm that he didn't quite feel. "If I want to, I'll go to Central. I chose to fight in the war." Kitsune dropped his voice; the room temperature dropped along with it. "You need me more than I need you."

There was a long, deadly silence. Link opened his mouth to speak, obviously with some dangerous threat to him—

There was a loud rumble. Link and Kitsune glanced over at Allen in surprise as he grabbed his stomach, a sheepish expression on his face.

"So," He chuckled nervously. "How about some of that cake?"

~BOWF~

"Man, what a drag." Lavi leaned back in his seat, arms folded behind his head. "Why do we have to come all the way out here? We had work to do. We were busy."

"Idiot apprentice." The Bookman snorted, not looking up from the parchment he was reading. "You felt that as well, didn't you? Something has obviously happened, and it's our duty to record the events that follow."

The red-head sighed and turned over, careful not to rock the boat too much lest he get hit over the head with another book. "Yeah, I know that." He grumbled, eyeing a nearby water vessel—the two Bookmen had their own boat, due to the fact that they carried around a lot of sensitive material. Suddenly he recognized the uniform, and pushed himself up onto his hands. "Hey, is that…?"

Bookman looked up to see what Lavi had spotted, before folding up the parchment and nodding. "Ah, so you've spotted them. Yes, that group was stationed in Russia. Look closely, Lavi, you're seeing something that has only happened once before in the history of the war."

He turned to look at the old man. "What's that?"

"The exorcists of the world all felt their Innocence's resonate in tandem; for a single moment, they all felt a connection to the Black Order's European HQ, just as we did." Bookman's eyes became far away as he remembered. "All the exorcists, all over the world, are coming to this place. For the second time in history, every exorcist will meet in this place…and swear their allegiance to the Heart."

Dun dun duuuuuun…! Link has entered. Lavi and Bookman are about to enter. Allen, Kitsune, Hebi, and Kanda feel tension. SHIT'S GOING DOWN. Now, time for question corner, where I, with the help of Allen and Kitsune, answer a few popular questions from the reviewers!

Q: How will the Kyuubi's chakra affect the Heart?

A: That's kind of an integral part of the story. I can't answer that.

K: I wasn't made aware of this! Why's it an integral part of the story?

A: Aaaw, poor baby. We never tell you anything.

K: Shut up, just shut up! What are you plan—

A: Next question!

Q: Will Kitsune and Hebi ever get their memories back?

A: Oh. My. God. Will you guys cut it out with the major spoilers?

K: Even I have to agree with you on that one. Actually, though, would you do me a favor and tell me? After all, this does affect me personally—

A: For the thousandth time, no!

K: But—

A: I will gut you like a fish.

K:…Cross is rubbing off on you.

A: W-What? No he's not! That's ridiculous!

K: Oh, oh yes he is. Sorry darling. Are you sure you're not Cross's kid?

A: Next question!

Q: Can Kitsune get together with Sakura/Lenalee/random women?

K: Er, no. Thanks, but I've got enough women back home. Plus, my inner chivalrous side would feel like a total man whore if I went for anyone in D Gray Man. Well, I may not be able to remember the other women I've got, but my subconscious gentleman remembers it. Sakura's staying right where she is too, so I can't get with her, either.

A: *snickers*

K: Oh would you shut up?

A: 'Inner chivalrous side'. 'Subconscious gentleman'. So you finally admit that you have no conscious manners?

K: THAT IS SO NOT TRUE. I've got an outward gentleman, too. But yeah. In this story as far as I'm aware, I'm not going to get together with anyone. Thank goodness Silver forgot most of the challenge, otherwise I actually would probably have to end up with someone.

Q: Hey, side question: are you and Allen going to get together? You two are pretty close for being just brothers…

K: Okay, if Allen wasn't my brother, and if I wasn't straight, then yeah, maybe I would date him.

A: Watch it.

K: Oh come on! You're pretty enough to be a girl. Remember that one time I tried to get you to marry me because I thought you were a chick?

A: I would rather forget that.

K: He's blushing. Haha.

A: Besides, the challenge stated that I'm supposed to get together with Lenalee at some point. GREAT JOB AT THAT BY THE WAY, Silver.

Silver Writing Bug: Okay, okay, I get it. More romancey stuff between Lenalee and Allen. Besides, everyone knows that Sasuke and Naruto have got the biggest man crushes on each other EVER.

K: W-What?!

S: I mean, come on. All Sasuke can think about is defeating Naruto—it's an obsession! Plus, Naruto is obviously in denial. He throws himself at Sakura, but he goes on and on about saving Sasuke, blah-de-blah-de-blah.

K: …*speechless*

A: Ahahahahahahahahahaha!

And that's the end of question corner! Next time I have one, I'll probably use Hebi and Kanda. So remember to submit your questions! Now for the real AN.

Okay, so I finally went through all the reviews I got for chapter 6—you know the one where I went AWOL and stopped updating for a year. And it's like, holy crap, why did I stop writing this? I think it's because the email I was using for my account crapped out, so I wasn't able to see when I was getting reviews, which is bad in retrospect…

Anyway, so the response I got was great for the last chapter! Several people showed strong dislike for Lvellie…if anyone's wondering, he packed up and went back home to Central. He's a busy guy—he was just there to check out the potential Heart and to drop off Link. Thanks for all the reviews! (Oh, Begger-At-Heart. Take a chill pill man, and be patient. No need to beg. Updates will come.)

Oh, and if you're still wondering who those guys from last chapter were—yeah, they're exorcists from Italy. :)

Sorry if Sasuke/Hebi seems a little OOC in this fic…he's just grown up in a much different environment than he did in the Naruto-verse. Plus, don't worry; Allen won't always be this out of it. He's still getting used to his new Innocence; because he can't control it yet, he's sort of catching every emotion that comes at him.

(I don't know if anyone noticed this, but I have two different types of page breaks. That was actually completely on accident. It's because I momentarily forgot the title of this story and was like, 'WTH, I don't even care.')

I'm a little hesitant on what I should do about Sasuke's seal from Orochimaru. I was actually entertaining a little idea about the snake bastard, which would allow me to drag a whole bunch of other Naruto characters in, but I'm not sure if that's a good plan. I can't give away too many details, but the bottom idea: Orochimaru would ***** ****** ******* *** ****, he would join the Earl, and a few other Naruto characters would *** ******** ** **** ***. Your opinion?

yeah, I need a Beta to bounce ideas off of. This is getting kind of pathetic.

A little spoiler on what's coming next, anyone?

Allen shook the strange boy's hand, a little wary of his unusual attitude. How could anyone this exuberant have any part in the war? Especially that bright, red hair… "Uh…hi. I'm Allen Walker."

"Lavi Bookman." The redhead smiled and pumped the gloved appendage, nearly crushing Allen's fingers. "Your brother seems to be quite the star. Is there any way I could meet him?"

Feeling a little too used of the casual dismissal, Allen shook his head firmly. "I'm sorry, but my brother is still recovering from his injuries. He needs to sleep." It had taken nearly ten minutes for the whitette to convince Kitsune that he was tired—it had always been that way, and had only gotten worse as time passed. However today he had seemed unusually complacent, the day's events catching up with him, plus the exhaustion from yesterday's battle.

"Hm, that's too bad." Lavi scratched his chin, though he didn't sound that disappointed. "Do you mind if you answer a few questions instead?"

Allen nibbled his lip unsurely, considering. What was the worst that could happen?

After all, it was just a couple of questions.

Oh Allen, it's never just a couple of questions. And one more, just to piss all of you off.

"What is this place?" Kitsune breathed, staring in shock at the tall bars in front of him. It was so…familiar…

Perhaps it was instinct. Perhaps it was good reflexes—or maybe Lady Luck had smiled down upon him once more. Whatever it was, it allowed him to dodge the enormous claws that slammed just inches from where he'd standing.

A chill ran up his spine as the claws slowly retreated, rubbing against the bars with an unearthly shriek. His legs began to tremble with terror as an enormous eye appeared behind the metal, staring down at him almost as though he were prey. Kitsune couldn't help but fall backwards when he heard a something low and deadly clattering around the chamber, echoing off the walls—oh God, what was that noise?

His heart stopped when he realized what it was—the thing in front of him…it was laughing.

:D

Okay, I'm going to run and hide now.

Silver Writing Bug

P.S. In which your beloved author is the biggest fucking idiot on the entire planet.

Okay, so your beloved author, now renamed biggest fucking idiot ever, was all excited about this new chapter, because it was long and it had a funny part and HELL YEAH. What biggest fucking idiot ever had forgotten was that she'd gotten a new email address. Why? Because, as mentioned before, she couldn't get into the email address she'd been using for the last four years. Yeah it was still active, but she couldn't see what the fuck was going on with fanfiction. So what did biggest fucking idiot ever do? Yeah, she did something sort of smart. She created a new email address, and replaced it with the old one.

Problem: Biggest fucking idiot ever has shit for brains and forgot the username and the password to her new email.

So now biggest fucking idiot ever is going to go die in a corner.

P.P.S. NEVER MIND. I AM NOW A GENIUS. I MANAGED TO FIGURE IT OUT. HOLY HELL THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING.