-.-Thank You, Stranger-.-
Author's Note: Review appreciated. It's somewhat based on a real life story with a LOT of fantasical twist to it so some parts are true.
Disclaimer: Don't own CCS.
Chapter 9: We Meet Again, Stranger…
The phone rang and its annoying familiar ring ricochets through the air to inform the owner that it needs to be at work. The cold air was fogging up the glass window, signaling the coldness if you step out the door.
Auburn hair glanced around the room to try to locate the sound; feeling slightly embarrassed as she found it was her own, glad that no one was around to witness such mortification. Reaching into her back pocket of her jeans, she took out her phone. Flipping it open, she softly whispered since she was still in the library.
"Hello?"
"Sakura," the voice on the other line seemed to breathe out.
At once she recognized the voice, eyes widened and fingers supporting the phone tremble, it was amazing how she could utter the next few words.
"Touya."
"Hey squirt. How you doing?" questioned the man on the other line, voice taunting her.
Sakura smiled at the term of endearment and she played along, it's been awhile. "Sakura, not squirt!" Receiving laughter on the other end lifted her spirits as her smile widened.
"You coming back this Christmas?"
The question immediately sends a small frown on her face and amazed at her brother's 'right to the point' attitude. The days had already entered into the second week of December and it had been exactly a week since the 'last ride' as Meiling had called it. She hasn't realized how quickly time was passing by. Sakura truly wanted to come back after almost a year away to visit him and his family again, but it was too early for her to return at this time of the year.
It seems that the man on end knew what was conflicting through his younger sister's head for he waited. He, after counting to twenty-five, calmly called out, "Sakura?"
Taking an unnoticeable inhale, Sakura calmly as she possibly could, answered, "Touya, I'm sorry."
"You're not ready?" the man inquired trying to not sound concern or worried, but it was hard considering the fact that it's his sister.
"I'd promise Tomoyo that I would help her with her fashion show, I'm sorry," Sakura repeated deciding that adding a little white lie to it wouldn't hurt. She lowered her head in shame for her words even though the other man won't be able to see it.
"I understand," her older brother began knowing that wasn't fully the reason, but he knew better and he understood; that was the most important part, he understood. Then his voice brightened and she knew it was to let the uncomfortable silence go. "You better come back soon!" he had demanded.
Letting a small giggle escaped her pink lips, she answered, "I miss you too bro."
"I never said anything about missing a monster like you!" her brother retorted.
"How are Kaho and my niece doing?" Sakura questioned, deciding to let her brother's age old taunting go. This time, she amusedly thought, already planning for her dear brother's demise.
"Squirt, Squirt, didcha hear what I said?"
"Huh?" was her intelligent reply, shaking off her thoughts to focus on her brother again. She could've literally seen her brother sighing on the other end before repeating himself.
"You're always daydreaming, aren't you? Kaho and Kiki are doing great. Kiki's excited about Christmas," Touya replied faking an annoyed tone.
"That's great to know. Maybe you and Kaho can have another to keep Kiki company," Sakura suggested slyly.
"Oh god, another baby," Touya exclaimed feeling anxiety building up again. Memories of the first few months with his first baby flooded through his mind.
"I'm-"
"Sakura, you're needed at the front desk," Yukito called out, poking his head in between the shelves to inform her before disappearing as soon as he'd come.
"Look, Touya, gotta get back to work, talk to you later," Sakura spoke quickly and snapped her phone shut signaling the end of the phone call. She was sure that hanging up on her brother would surely annoy him. Grinning mischievously, Sakura strolled towards the front desk.
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A hand raked through messy yet silky chocolate hair as the owner of such velvety hair sigh in frustration. "We still don't know who the leader of the Dragons is?"
"No, we had a lead, but it was false," a dark blue haired male replied pointing at a name in the paper in front of the pool of amber brown eyes.
"Hiiragizawa, everything finalizes in less than five months and if the chip gets stolen before then, we are dead," Syaoran said, eyes narrowed.
"We're trying with the best of our abilities," Eriol replied before leaning back against the comfort of the black leather chair.
"Well, try harder," Syaoran simply suggested before swinging his leather chair around to gaze over at Tokyo in all its glory unknowing that there's a dark side to all this grandeur.
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Sakura felt her veins starting to boil and soon, hoping it would just burst and she would be dead, which she might add, wasn't a bad idea at the moment.
"Why am I here again?" Sakura asked looking around the frilly decorated lilac room that belonged to a certain raven haired woman.
"I need help deciding the theme for the Pre-Spring show," the woman replied, pulling out a thick binder from her drawer and dropping it onto the cushiony bed which absorbed the impact.
"I thought there was already a theme, 'Spring'," Sakura dryly replied.
"No, no, no, that's simply too vague, we want a little pizzazz," Tomoyo replied, eyes gleaming, "and besides, we already did 'Spring' last year. We would want something new this year."
"My god woman!" Sakura cried out exasperatedly blowing the frustrating few strands of hair from her eyes, "I thought you had everything planned when you ask-, scratch that, when you forced me to walk down that stupid walkway for you."
"First, I did not force you; you were guilt into it by my mother. Second, we were too busy with the post Fall line that I wasn't able to sit down," Tomoyo replied matter-of-factly nodding with each word.
"It's at the end of February, there's plenty of time!" Sakura attempted to get out of it knowing that three months was a tight schedule to produce a good line.
Tomoyo looked at her ludicrously. Sakura sighed and desperately muttered, "I'm missing work at the restaurant because of this."
"Sakura, you know I paid you double the price that Mrs. Amuphin paid," Tomoyo promptly answered.
"Yea, but she's growing older and need my help more than you," Sakura countered, not willing to back down knowing she has a solid standing. Oh, how she wished she was young again and able to join her debate team in a good intellectual debate over the simplest things.
"I already asked two of my maids to fill in for you, two at no cost to her," Tomoyo waved dismissively at her friend before she fingers through her collection of pictures she had drawn in the past hoping that one of them would bring her inspiration.
Sakura knew that these arguments with Tomoyo were nothing like a debate team because it was always pointless on her part since no matter what she tries to do, nothing worked against the thought-of-everything Tomoyo. Sighing, she plopped back onto the bed letting the soft feel of the comforter relaxed her exhausted body.
Before she knew it, she'd slipped into a deep slumber.
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Christmas was coming in less than a week and Sakura had procrastinated her Christmas shopping which was why she's walking around with Meiling in a mall. She was not the type of girl to squeal and be enthusiastic about going to the mall which is why she brought her partner in crime, Meiling instead of the shop-a-holic Tomoyo.
"Meiling, I don't know what to get people!" Sakura exclaimed, as they walked out the third store that they'd enter with no results.
"How in the hell should I know what people!" Meiling equally exclaimed as they spotted a small bench in the middle of the mall.
"Argh," Sakura exasperatedly sighed plopping down next to her friend.
Leaning against the wooden bench, Sakura blinked her eyes close for a few moments, resting up and allowing her weary feet to enjoy a brief intermission. Opening her eyes, she glanced around the mall, eyes calculating the next destination. A glitter or sparkle caught the corner of her eye and she swiftly backtracks to find glass figurines staring intently at her. Melancholy turned to blithe as she seized Meiling's wrist before propelling her into the store.
"Wha-" gasped Meiling.
"Come on, I think I know the perfect present for everyone," Sakura smiled proudly.
"Alright, alright, just don't pull my arm out," Meiling commented glancing at her friend.
Sakura chose to ignore the comment and opened the door. As a little bell twinkle instead of ring, they entered the store. Glass figurines of all shapes, sizes, and every variety were located everywhere. Grinning like a little girl being in a candy store with her first money, Sakura left Meiling to herself at the door before walking around and seemingly grabbing everything in sight.
Knowing her friends, she decided to give each something that relates to them currently. After fifteen minutes of rummaging through shelves after shelves, Sakura seemingly found it all. Smiling satisfactorily, she strolled cautiously towards the checkout counter but maybe it was the light glare or something else that made her turn her head around. Facing her was a beautifully crafted silver wolf. It was truly life-like and the depth of the pair of red eyes captured her making her feel as if she's looking directly at a genuine one.
She didn't know what had gotten into her for she found herself walking out of the store with an extra silver wolf in her bag.
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Loud music banged against his eardrums as lights flickered constantly, but it didn't affect the next chug of alcohol into his digestive system. Licking his lips dry of all the excess that remained, he turned to a giggling brunette attach to his arm.
"Who are you, handsome?" the brunette asked, batting her eyelashes thinking it would lure this man in.
"I'm the owner… of an empire," Syaoran replied, his words starting to slur slightly.
"Oh my," the girl gasped before her face was replace with a grin when she notice a pure gold watch on his wrist.
Syaoran, even intoxicated, knew that like all the gold-digger in the world had, her eyes beamed for his wallet. It's not like he cared, tonight was a night without rules and laws and all that useless crap.
Damn you father! Syaoran mentally cursed before drinking another glass the brunette handed to him. How ironic of a curse, he mused silently, emitting a small chuckle in which the girl took as a hint to continue when he was not paying any attention at all.
Having been bombarded with fellow comrades insisting that he should hang out with them on this night, he rejected the idea and went alone. He needed to be left in solitude thus his phone being turned off.
Growling because his thoughts were consuming him, he grabbed the girl by her wrist and pulled her towards him. Lips to her ears, he purred, "Wanna go somewhere private?"
A few minutes later, he was staggering out the door; his heavy drunken breath had made his eyes weary. The brunette in his arms kept giggling and smiling in triumphant thinking that the chocolate hair male she was clinging to had no idea about her ambition.
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"Curse her," Sakura muttered under her breath as she felt a slight chill running up her bare arms.
"Stop whining," an amused voice from ahead commented.
"How in the hell can I when it's freaking cold and I'm in this slut suit," Sakura exclaimed, looking down at a white tank top that was flattering and showed a pinch of cleavage with a black skirt that was longer than a mini much to her raven haired friend's futile attempts.
"It's not a slut suit," Tomoyo remarked as she rolled her amethyst eyes, "and it's not even that cold."
Sakura felt like she could just strangle her cousin for bringing her to a dance club with her to celebrate New Year's Eve. The weather was not on her side either.
Christmas wasn't as relaxing as she had hope. She'd spent majority of her time either helping Mrs. Amuphin with the restaurant, after all, it gets pretty hectic during the holidays. The times that she wasn't helping at the restaurant, she was dragged to her cousin's house to help with the fashion show. With all that, she had been forced to, by her aunt to stay at their guest room for Christmas which she really didn't want to, but reluctantly accepted.
She didn't have to work at the library since they close up during Christmas. Christmas this year, she didn't have time to agonize about the past; her busy schedule took up all her time that she couldn't even stop to think. For that, she was almost relieved for being so active.
Sakura didn't remember how her cousin got her to actually get out of her comfort zone and go to 'Dusk' the supposed 'hippest' club in town.
"Saku, come on, I can hear the rocking beat!" her cousin called out as she allowed a few other girls to head inside while she waits for Sakura.
Sighing, she shouted, "you go ahead, I'll be right in!"
"Ok," Tomoyo replied quickly before dashing into the noisy scenery.
After being sure that her cousin won't dart out to check up on her, she pulled out her purse and was glad that she secretly stuffed a sweater into that purse of hers. Smiling at her genius plan, she pulled down black stockings from underneath her skirt that Tomoyo had not seen.
Smiling victoriously, Sakura wondered how long she could stall not going in there when she heard a familiar voice.
"I have… a motor…cycle," it was a male's voice, a drunken, slurring, but velvety familiar male's voice.
Whipping her head around, she was not anticipating anything similar to seeing him again. Blinking a few times wondering if her senses were going hazy, she was relief to know that nothing was wrong with her sanity but shocked at the encounter. Watching him closely, she noticed he was completely intoxicated. Scrunching her nose in disappointment at such unlikely action, she finally took notice of the brunette clutching to his arm.
Did they plan to ride his bike somewhere? Glancing at him again, she concur that he was too drunk to drive and if he did, the sound of an ambulance would be annoying. Sakura observed the female's action towards him wondering if she was his girlfriend or something else. Watching the girl shamelessly trying to seduce a drunken man was more than enough to have Sakura's right-way to kick in.
Biting the side of her cheek, she debated against herself whether or not to help him. Heaving a sigh and realizing not much time had past as she ponders the possibilities, she cautiously strolled up to them. She should've opted to just mind her own business, but curiosity wins in the end.
Damn, I'm probably going to regret doing this, she thought, but regard it as a favor. Well, it's the least I could do.
"There you are!" she purposefully exclaimed loudly to raise the attention of the girl.
It did just that. The brunette glanced up at the strange voice, wondering who she was referring to. She glanced around and noticed that the scene was rather vacant. When the auburn haired girl walked up to them, she retain a glare as she study the other girl up and down, eyes disapproving of such a hideous outfit.
"Oh, are you my cousin's girlfriend?" Sakura asked, mocking a surprise face.
"Who are you?" the brunette bluntly asked, side-stepping the question.
"Oh, I'm Syaoran's cousin, Saku," Sakura announced feigning a pure look of ludicrous as she stare at him unfocused on the conversation going on in front of him, "He didn't tell you about me?"
The brunette seems to ponder for awhile before carefully choosing her words, "No, he doesn't."
"He's going to get a yelling from me later, thanks…" Sakura trailed off waiting for a name.
"I'm Cindy," the brunette off-handedly answered with a lack of enthusiasm.
"Great to meet you, Cindy!" Sakura exclaimed excitedly each word etched with sugary-sweetness.
"Are you looking for Syao-chan for something?" Cindy asked smiling sweetly at Syaoran when his head turned their way.
"Oh, it's- you!" Syaoran shouted, pointing at Sakura and she gulped through her smile hoping that he's not going to ruin her acting.
"What are you… doing here?" Syaoran asked, his eyes fluttering tiredly.
Sakura let out an unnoticeable sigh of relief before speaking up, "I though you said you weren't going to get drunk tonight!"
"I wanted…to… to be left alone!" Syaoran replied childishly as his head sways slightly with unfocused vision.
Sakura let a loud sigh known and was pleased to see the brunette's attention towards her. Like a magician waving a wand and saying the magic words, her next few words would be known as 'working the magic'.
"You're so drunk, how in the hell are you going to get your ass back home?" Sakura scolded, sounding similar to a mother yelling at her child for making a mess of the room.
Sakura tapped her foot and with crossed arms, she continued, "You're not expecting to drive intoxicated on your bike, are you?"
Sakura observe the brunette at the corner of her eye, satisfied with the fleeting horror stricken face. The momentary look was enough to loosen her grip and the support that the chocolate haired male needed at the moment. Stumbling forward, Sakura dashed to prevent the fall. Grabbing his unused arm, she wrapped it around her neck holding it in place with the wrist as her other hand wrapped around his waist.
It had felt slightly bizarre to her, this was the most contact that they had together and he wasn't even sober! She could hear the heaving breath of alcohol with each intake of air he took and her stomach gave a twist.
"Geez. How much did you drink?" Sakura muttered, twitching her nose at the intense smell of alcohol.
"Did you say driving while drunk?" the brunette questioned, unfazed by the fact that she almost let the man dropped to the ground.
Sakura slowly nodded, a look of phony confusion crossed her brows, "Yea. If he's going to drive you home, he only brought his motorcycle."
At that moment, she darted at the parking lot, hoping that he didn't have another car that he's driving. After a few seconds of scanning the parking area, she spotted the familiar silver sleek motorcycle under the lamp's light. Sakura could almost hear the gasp erupting from the other female's mouth and inwardly grinned.
"Err…" Cindy awkwardly began, not knowing what to say. He was definitely a wealthy man with brand clothes, nice watch, etc, but she didn't want to risk her life on a motorbike (sure, it's cool as heck, but…) with a drunken man!
"Is something wrong Cindy?" Sakura asked, feigning a pure look of innocence while secretly wanting to burst out laughing. If she knew she was this good at acting, she would've become an actress years ago.
"Err… no," the other girl replied, eyes dashing everywhere except towards the auburn haired girl.
"Do you mind if I take him home, unless you know how to ride a motorcycle," Sakura hurried to finish the sentence albeit already knowing the answer.
"Er… n-I mean, go ahead, I'll call him another time," Cindy replied, rushing through her words. She could go and get another male anyway, why risk it.
"Ok, I assume he has your number?" Sakura asked politely as if taking a message like a sophisticated secretary.
"Yea," the woman answered, before swiveling away and quickly paced out of sight.
Sakura let out a sigh and spotting a wooden bench a few feet away, she struggled to assist the chocolate haired man to it. Grunting a few times at the heavy weight, she finally reached the bench. Setting him down slowly as to not bump his head, she almost let him pummel to the bench. Taking in a large intake of air and exhaling it nosily, she observed the drunken male.
"Ok, what can I do now?" Sakura asked no one in particular and not expecting an answer either, she placed her hand on her waist in thoughtfulness watching his eyes completely closed as he drifts off to unconsciousness.
Hmm… oh. His phone! She thought and smiled, but as she glanced at the male who instead of being seated, had sprawled all over the bench. Exhaling noisily with a huff and puff, she figured that the phone was in his pocket. Awkwardly reaching over to his pocket, wincing every time he made a noise that might've indicated him being conscious, after a minute or so, the task was accomplished.
Bright emerald orbs scanned through all the names within the phone list, not sure who to call. Finally, a familiar name appeared.
Yamazaki.
She remembered that it was the same male that had saved them and driven her car home several weeks ago. Pressing the call button, she wait nervously as the familiar sound of a phone ringing rushed through her ears.
Wondering if anyone is going to pick up, she was about to hang up after four rings, when a small 'click' hinted that someone had picked up. She was about to ask for the person, but a deafening shout from the other end made her blink in confusion.
"Syaoran! Man, we told you to not go out alone! Where the hell are you!?" was the shout that she heard.
"Um…" was her smart reply, but then again, how could you reply to that when it wasn't even you that they were talking to.
"Who are you?" the male on the other end asked noticing that it was a girl's voice, not the voice of his friend.
"I'm Sakura. Your friend is currently drunk and I don't know where he lives or anything so I called you," Sakura explained, swiftly gazing at the male to make sure he was still sound asleep.
"Oh, you're that girl," Yamazaki recognized the name, sighed at the fact that Syaoran is drunk, and continued, "Where are you right now?"
"We're at the Dusk club waiting on a bench near the parking lot."
"Ok, wait there and if anything happens at all, call me," he responded, stretching out the last two words.
"Um… ok," Sakura answered, slightly unsure.
"Be there in ten minutes," was the retort before she heard the dial tone.
Wow, talk about mood swings, Sakura thought, realizing that the man she met and him on the phone sounded like two different people.
Shutting the phone with a soft click, she decided to keep it in her hands, just in case. She knew more than to let down her guard in the presence of this man. More times than once, she thought wryly.
Taking a glimpse of the man, it seemed like he might've been having nightmares, twinkle of sweat appeared on his forehead as his body twitch gracelessly. His body had curled up as he felt a light breeze pass through. Softening at the sight, Sakura assemble herself on the bench and placed his head on her lap. Like a mother taking care of a child, Sakura wondered if singing would lessen his struggle against his nightmare. Softly, she sang.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird,
"Father!" a mumbled shout erupted from the man's mouth as he begins tossing and turning.
Sakura watched momentarily before hesitantly lift her hand to his hair stroking it gently. The gesture seems to ease his mind as he snuggled further into her lap. Smiling affectionately, she continued.
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.
If that looking glass gets broke,
Sakura couldn't help but mentally admire his soft coffee colored hair as she continued singing. It seemed rather funny to be jealous of a man's hair, but it couldn't be helped. Each strand is as soft as the previous, each stroke appears to smooth the hair further and no matter how strong the breeze of wind was, his hair withstand it without a knot.
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He didn't understand it at all. They had tried everything to aide him during his tough times, but he always turned this particular assistance down. Sighing as he gripped onto the wheel and stepped on the gas, the dark spiky-haired male couldn't help but let a part of him worry.
He was always the one who jokes around, even during the face of danger, but it didn't mean that privately and mentally he didn't worry at all. Passing through a red light, Yamazaki didn't trouble himself if he got caught or not and besides it's extremely late out, who would be on the street this late.
It had been only four minutes ago that he'd received that phone call and thanked whoever's watching over his friend that it was that girl who'd called, not some psychotic gold-digger trying to get into his pants and wallet.
Rounding the entrance to the parking lot, eyes intently dashed left and right searching for a certain silver motorcycle or a coffee head of hair. Finally locating a bench with said man laying on it, he screeches to a halt as he stepped on his brake.
Resolute strides transfer him to a few feet away the two attendants. As each step closer him to the girl, he perceived a sound extremely similar to a singing voice. Taking a few step closer, he realized that the girl was singing or rather finishing up her lullaby.
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat runs away,
Papa's gonna buy you a bale of hay.
If you grow up and get real tall,
You'll be the handsomest baby of all…
Not knowing whether or not to disrupt this serene moment, it was like watching a mother sing to her child and it warmed his heart. All that Yamazaki could do was stand there and watch her continue with a hum. A few seconds later, though he had thought the moment would've froze in time and space as if captured in a photograph, the humming trailed off.
"Are you ever going to speak up?" her questioning tone light and amused, head leisurely rotating around to face him.
He blinked once, twice before he registered that she was talking to him. He couldn't help but ponder how she'd been able to tell that he was there.
"I heard the car," she simply stated answering his unasked question, shrugging her shoulder as if it's the most obvious thing.
"Oh," was his rather idiotic response before reality took him back to his friend, "How is he?"
Watching her turn her head back to gaze at the male, he waited expectantly for an answer.
"I think he's sleeping," she replied, emerald eyes still situated on his closed eyes. Noting that her foot was slowly drifting off to a sleep of its own, she was rather glad that this dark haired male had come for his friend, "You brought a car?"
After a confirming nod, she motioned towards the masculine body of the man resting on her lap.
"Could you help me get him up? He needs to sleep on his own bed instead of this dirty bench and my lap," her voice laced with slight humor, smiling at the standing man.
"Yea, but the idea of sleeping on a lap of such a lovely girl sounds much more enticing," he replied, sending her a wink as he stepped closer.
Letting out a small chuckle at the obvious flirting words, Sakura gently helped Syaoran up. With the effort of the two of them, they somehow managed to get the slumbering man up-right and still sleeping.
"Where's the car," Sakura softly asked hoping that her words so close to his ear has not awaken him yet.
Motioning his head towards the direction of the car, he waited for a nod before they walked towards his blue sports car. She took each step as carefully as she could, hoping that the stir in the atmosphere wouldn't change his state of rest.
After what appears like forever, they were faced with the passenger door in the back. Yamazaki motioned for her to open the door indicating that it's open; he didn't want to put Syaoran's pressure on a girl even if she was a strong girl.
Grasping the door handle, she opened it swiftly before darting back to assist with Syaoran. Together, they gently or as gently as they can manage in this kind of situation, they settled Syaoran down on the seat letting him curl himself up into a ball similar to how he was on the bench.
"Shouldn't we buckle him up?" Sakura asked, tilting her head looking at the odd position he's in.
"Nah, it's ok, he's sleeping," Yamazaki replied tilting slightly to the side as well.
A moment later, Sakura remembered she still had his phone. Sticking it out, she said, "Here. I should give this back."
Yamazaki took the phone and turn to look at the girl. She surely looked bizarre with her outfit, but he couldn't help think that she might've been an angel in disguise for his friend. Smiling openly, he responded, "Thank you."
"It's nothing," Sakura merely gave a shrug as she watched him closed the door and walked to the driver's door. She figured that Syaoran's bike would be retrieved the next day or something.
"See ya around then," Yamazaki said sending a wink towards her way before getting in and driving away.
"I wouldn't count on it," Sakura muttered under her breath, feeling the cold chill from the air once again. It was just mere coincidence that they met and it wouldn't happen again. With that she turned in and stalked her way towards her car and whipping out her own phone to call her cousin and tell her that she was heading home because of a migraine.
But…
Was it truly a coincidence?
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A/N: Hope you enjoy that! –smiles- Review please!!! I would love it, if the review goes up by each chapter! –wink wink hint hint-
I'm sorry if the quicken speed in the time past by so quickly, but it's needed and I don't want to bore you with unneeded details. This chapter is not as well-written as I want it to be. I guess I'm too lazy to redo the chapter since I don't want you to wait any longer! –smiles-
Next chapter would hopefully reveal the answer to some of your questions! –smiles-
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