A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short, I hated myself for leaving it so long so I rushed to update. So off we go again! Thanks for the reviews! Huggles to all! Have had so many plot bunnies, going at it like plot bunnies, my head feels like it might explode. So apologies if I go off on another fic, I will keep this going. Promise! Honest!

Also I've started Uni today! Kyaaa! SO updates will be infrequent, but not 3 month gaps like before bows to ground - SORRRY!

Warning – there is some swearing here, so apologies if you find it offensive.

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Both women jolted in surprise at a sudden wave of anger that flooded over both of them. They turned to each other in shock, and then worry.

"Where did that come from?" Satsuki whispered, as if noise would increase the anger of whomever they had perceived.

"Takeshi." Was the only word Hitomi managed to produce, still reeling from the sensation but both women realised the danger from it.


Chapter 8: A light shines

Being faster, Hitomi was the first to jump up from the stone wall and re-enact her track practice schedule by racing down the path as if she had a time limit to reach her troubled brother.

As the track wound round the side of the mountain, Hitomi hurdled over fences, running through fields of cut grass that were used for grazing, and into more fields of tall grass and crops.

She employed her old breathing techniques to keep the lactic acid at bay. After a short distance she couldn't hear Satsuki's panting behind her any longer.

But she knew the most important thing was for her to reach Takeshi before he did or said something stupid.

She could understand his anger.

Hers had dissolved slightly after having concentrated fully on delivering a baby that was in the wrong place for delivery, needing to be turned round inside the womb.

Also Ana's scream was quite piercing and her ears had been ringing for a while, leaving her with too much of a headache to be almightily angry.

Hitomi was more interested in the reasons behind Van's evil master plan as she dubbed it, to bring her back to Gaea. Not that she wasn't grateful; she was delighted to be somewhere where people didn't believe she was a crackwhore or worse. But that wasn't her focus point.

Takeshi, no doubt would be fuming.

Van was slightly less important in his view, his anger would all be directed at his older brother.

After their father had buckled under pressure from Zaibach and put the Mystic Valley into the hands of the twisted sorcerers, Takeshi had looked up to his brother to take care of the Valley properly.

Hitomi reached the front garden and skidded to a halt.

The sheer pressure radiating from the house hit her as if she had casually thrown herself at an electrified fence cranked up to cartoon comedy level.

She jolted back from charging into the house and took a deep breath.

She could hear Satsuki's faint panting getting closer as she dragged herself to the front gate. Turning, she saw the look of worry wash over Satsuki's face as she too felt the absolute weight of the anger flowing out of the house.

An inner monologue dryly informed her that if this were an episode of Pokémon, the shrine would be surrounded by electricity and lightening bolts because of Takeshi's anger, if he were a yellow fire rat with red cheeks.

Hitomi braced herself and walked slowly through the viscous charged air around her and touched the front door with her palm. But her other sense was rendered futile as a bag came flying out of a window on the side of the house.

"At least it was open," Satsuki murmured, receiving a glare for the first time that night from Hitomi, who then turned back round and entered the shrine walking towards Takeshi's room.


There was no need to knock on the door.

Wide open it allowed Hitomi to see the chaos that reigned within.

The bed was covered with clothes and objects, the wooden floor no longer visible under the sea of belongings. She saw Takeshi trying to shove things into a hiking bag furiously, with an almost demented look on his face.

Hitomi took a deep breath, inwardly cringing in preparation for the almighty onslaught that she expected to reign upon her.

Forcibly relaxing her posture, she calmly asked him,

"What are you doing Shi?" he paid no attention to her and carried on reaching out for random objects, seemingly not caring what he threw into his bag.

"Takeshi?" came Satsuki's voice, standing beside Hitomi, her eyes warily surveying what seemed to be her cousin's mental breakdown.

Takeshi seemed not to hear the two female voices or sense their worried auras.

Or if he did, he didn't seem to care as he grew more aggressive in the apparent act of packing his bag. Hitomi could sense the rising tension and asked more tentatively this time,

"Takeshi, why are you packing a bag?"

"Are you going somewhere?" Satsuki quipped as they finally received an answer from the creator of the infernal aura.

"Yes." He snarled back, adding,

"What does it look like? A parade?"

"So you're finally going to join the circus, eh? Wise decision cousin, wise decision!" Satsuki sparred back, clapping sarcastically.

She was then warned off from continuing by Hitomi grabbing her arm and shaking her head, her face pale with worry and apparent exasperation.

Takeshi declined a response, seemingly speeding up his act of shoving indiscriminate items into the hiking bag, his knuckles turning white.

"Where are you going to go?" Hitomi demanded, unaware that Satsuki had taken an apparent step back, hoping that Hitomi would sort the situation.

She quickly regretted it as her adopted sister's voice rose,

"Takeshi! Stop acting like a brat and answer me!"

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going?"

"I don't know! I can't read minds!"

"Yeah," he snorted derisively,

"Cause if you could, you would have realised what a dick your boyfriend is."

"So you're just going to run away? Why? What has my apparent boyfriend done to you?"

"Are you retarded woman? That bastard you believe you're in love with manipulated me AND YOU along with my shit of a brother, telling me bullshit lies and getting me to do their dirty work!"

Satsuki could only watch in shock as two fairly laidback people started to tear into one another.

At this evident opening of the argument, she decided her best hope lay in Amano, and ran out of the house to find him.

Her departure went unnoticed by the pair who seemed to be delving deeper into their confrontation, goading each other to breaking point.

"You're angry with Kakeru! Why bring Van into it?" Hitomi angled, the cracks in her composure groaning under the weight of her churning emotions.

"Of course! OF COURSE!" Takeshi purred angrily,

"Your precious King is far too good-natured to scheme away. He wouldn't do a thing to hurt you! It's all my brother's fault. Taking after our wonderful father perfectly!"

"That's precious!" Hitomi cried,

"Pull out all the anger you had for your father and push it towards your brother!"

"Naturally," he hissed in frustration,

"That winged little shit has nothing to do with it." He threw a plastic object, uncaring of what it was, against the wall as he stared her down, "As far as you're concerned the sun SHINES out of his backside, right?"

He watched as she tensed and narrowed her eyes at him, rolling her shoulders back, as if preparing physically for their fight,

"Isn't it allowed O Holy One?" Takeshi hissed mockingly, egging her on, "Can no one bad mouth your precious dragon boy? Your beloved Prince Charming?"

It even shocked Hitomi, staring up at his chin pointing away from her and feeling her hand smarting.

She just wanted to calm him down before they both exploded and tore the house apart.

Hitomi was naturally a serene person, happily tucking away her annoyance and anger into a little box, believing it was useless to confront people who wouldn't change anyway.

But this was different.

A line had been crossed in her mind and breathing exercises weren't going to resolve the situation. So a shouting match would have to do for now.

"This has nothing to do with him! This is about YOU!"

"Oh I'm sorry! Was I the one plotting behind your back and arranging your marriage to someone you haven't seen in six years? NO!"

"I had as much of a clue as you did!"

"So why the hell did you slap me?!" he asked, his lids forming slits.

"Because you're running away! Like a coward!"

"You did the same only hours ago! What right do you have to call me on it?"

Hitomi sighed, her hands clenching at her sides.

Her shoulders slumped.

Her head bowing and loose strands of hair swayed in front of her face as she inhaled jadedly,

"I don't." She mumbled tiredly, her voice straining, "I just…I just need…" she breathed unevenly,

"Hitomi," Takeshi patted her back awkwardly, unable to feel empathy with his own swelling anger.

He gently held her at arm's length from him, looking at the top of her head, avoiding her eyes,

"I can't stay here. I need to...leave."

Hitomi wrenched herself from his grip, stumbling back on debris thrown about on the floor and demanded,

"Leave? Where are you going to go? You never left the Valley in Zaibach. You have no one to go to!"

"Here anyway."

"You're going back?" Came an incredulous voice from the door as the two turned to see Amano's gaze blazing on them in alarm.

Satsuki, holding onto the doorframe behind him seemed to hesitate entering the room for fear of joining the conflict.

"Going where?" She managed to ask, hoping the shrine wouldn't explode from all the negative ki that charged the room's atmosphere.

"Mystic Moon." Takeshi mumbled, trying to pack as fast as possible and leave. It didn't look too probable at this rate he thought.

"WHAT!" was the collective response of the two females.

"Where?" Hitomi asked dazed,

"Where on the Mystic Moon? We sold the flat, the boys aren't in Osaka and Aaya wouldn't be happy to see you land on her doorstep."

"Like I care." Takeshi replied, almost wearily.

"Look Takeshi, you're running away from this. Why? Don't you want to hear why Kakeru did it? Don't you want to yell at him?" Hitomi pleaded,

"There's no point running away Shi." Amano answered.

"Oh really?" came a subdued reply.

"You say that like your brother didn't trade you for some horny draconian wanting a girl to warm his bed."

"HEY!" Satsuki exclaimed, to everyone's shock.

Even Hitomi turned to her sister, wondering why she had jumped to her's and metaphorically Van's defence.

"Just because it seems like this is some tangled web of deceit that you're placed in the centre…"

"…it may actually be a bowl of ice-cream and honey?" Takeshi sardonically replied, starting to lose his angry tone.

Satsuki smiled slightly, gauging that her cousin's anger was starting to slowly lose its burning edge.

"Takeshi…" Hitomi murmured, her voice matching her tired demeanour, "Please stay…even for a day or so…" she inhaled deeply, yawning simultaneously,

"Ask Kakeru why he made the agreement with the winged bastard and then decide where you're emigrating to, ne?" She slowly approached him and took the object that he had tightly wrapped in his palm.


Both Hitomi and Takeshi softened at what she had taken from him.

A mini snow globe that had a picture in the middle – of three grinning teenagers with festive attire on their heads.

Hitomi smiled fondly at the captured memory of her with antlers on her head, and the boys, either side of her with Santa hats on.

"You promised me." She said, placing the globe back onto his outstretched palm. "You promised me that you would take me back to Gaea. That you would be my friend. That you would be my brother… …my family. That you would make me laugh." She sniffled, a tear mingling with the chaos on the floor.

"I need my brother." Hitomi whispered, grabbing his arm, staring at him.


The gazes staring at him severely annoyed Takeshi.

He was supposed to be a raging ball of wrath, screw alliteration!

He wanted to beat the crap out of several punching bags, preferably filled with his brother to get rid of all this unwanted anger and stress he didn't enjoy whatsoever.

He didn't want to meet his adopted family's eyes.

He knew they would beat him down and he didn't want that.

He was comfortable with his anger and didn't give a toss about understanding.

What did understanding ever do to improve anything?

Understanding Dornkirk's motives for enslaving the Mystic Valley didn't make it any easier to remember all the suffering he had gone through. He would begrudgingly admit that his own brother's betrayal was less than their father's handing over their people to Zaibach.

But – and this was a big but – he felt played with.

And he hated this feeling.

He only wanted to leave in peace and here his housemates were guilt-tripping him. But it wasn't going to work!

He only noticed the other presence touching him when that someone spoke,

"I need my best mate." Amano put his hand on his shoulder.

Takeshi growled inwardly in exasperation, what was this?

Some sort of children's sappy TV crap?

He didn't care dammit!

But it seemed the gods were laying their bets against him as a smaller person flew through the door and clamped around his legs.

He looked down and saw blonde hair as a nose pressed against his knee.

He had strain to listen over his anger and inner shouting to hear the small voice plead,

"Don't leave Shi-nii-chan! Don't leave!" And then the gods unleashed a hidden ace up their sleeves – the puppy eyes of a four year old girl.

"If you leave Shi-nii…" Mayu sniffled, "Who…w-who will tell me about Naruto?"

Satsuki was bent double at the door laughing at her daughter's precociousness, mentally congratulating Escaflowne on his genius.

Hitomi smirked across to Amano who bit his lip in order to not laugh, hoping the magic of an innocent four year old would pull on his stubborn arse friend's heart strings.

"Shi-nii-chan?" Her tiny lip wobbled in anticipation and was rewarded with being lifted to her nii-chan's eye-level.

"Mayu-chan…" he muttered, staring into her cornflower eyes, "Will you really miss Naruto that much? Won't you miss me?"

Every being in the room was surprised by the tenacity of the little girl who shook her head fiercely,

"NO nii-chan!" Takeshi recoiled at the child's words and sighed before he felt something hit his head.

He then noticed his otouto-chan had hit him, and raised an eyebrow in request for an explanation. His anger froze at her words,

"Nii-chan must stay. Nii-chan has to tell me Naruto's story so I can tell everyone. And then Nii-chan has to tell me his story. Aaand Nii-chan has to stay for my birthday because I never had a nii-chan before and I don't want to not have a nii-chan like I not have a tou-san." Mayu finished, gulping down air.

Takeshi could only stare at the blonde glimmer resting against his shoulder, sniffling once more then hiccupping.

He pulled the small child tightly against him tapping her head gently,

"Nii-chan's not going anywhere!" he declared smiling at her.

He watched in anticipation as Mayu pulled back from his shoulder with a broad grin on her face,

"Yay! Night Nii-chan!" The small child kissed his nose and then deftly wriggled out of his arms, dropped calmly to the ground and walked to her mother, taking her hand and guiding her out of the room.


Hitomi jolted gently in surprise at the laughter coming from the end of the bed. She turned to face the middle-aged man, smiling benignly at them.

She heard a sigh from behind her as Takeshi muttered resignedly,

"Ryuu-sama, I'm staying. No need to pester me! I'm staying!" he said loudly, poking her first and then Amano who snorted at his friend's childish attitude.

Hitomi turned back to the warm aura of her mentor who smiled and asked,

"Did you feel it Hitomi?"

"Feel what?" Takeshi asked, wondering what else was being kept from him, paranoia his new best friend.

He was shocked by the gentle but slightly teasing smile on his adopted sister's face, who replied,

"Mayu's coming into her talents. She calmed you down and put the air con on your box of anger. Didn't you sense her?"

"She will be a truly interesting child to teach, for one so young she grasped your anger Takeshi…"

"…and removed it?" Takeshi asked, finally understanding why he had such a change of heart.

"But I was already calming down," he pointed out, "She didn't completely change my mood, I was starting…"

"…to forgive your family yes. That's the point Takeshi. Mayu-chan sensed when your emotions were at their most chaotic and encouraged your calm demeanour to envelop your anger."

He looked at Hitomi's unwavering gaze and saw the appreciation she felt for her adopted niece, and he could see the amazement.

He managed a small smile in the shock of the revelation that his four year old niece could evidently affect his moods and possibly change them.

He felt an undercurrent of irritation that he had been manipulated again, but felt the Valley's spiritual counsellor's peaceful gaze on him.

"She did it to help you. Innocence is a truly beautiful thing, distressing when we are ripped from it but knowledge can be enriching too." Takeshi snorted at his mentor's words,

"Ok Ryuu-sama. You can philosophize another day. I want food." He tugged on Hitomi's arm and watched her turn round with narrowed eyes.

"Oh you want food now do you? From someone who is apparently only interesting in getting her hands on a crown?"

"And a winged so-called hottie to warm your bed yes!" He smirked watching the irritation mixed with the shades of red adorning her cheeks.

Takeshi laughed and hugged his adoptive sister, who smacked his arm and returned the gesture,

"Don't go off on one again! I might throw you out a window next time!" she muttered darkly, making him laugh again, and once more at Amano's flat toned,

"Yeah, causing even more work for me!" The room's atmosphere relaxed as best it could with all the questions hanging in the air for Takeshi and Hitomi but they didn't seem to mind.

"Okay, who wants some Sake?" Takeshi cried, punching the air walking out of his disarrayed room as if the previous few minutes hadn't occurred.


Van could only watch despondently.

After Hitomi's departure, there had been a gravity of silence in the room.

The feelings of discomfort and angst he believed he had left behind six years ago were flooding back agonizingly.

To his surprise and gratitude, it was Dryden – the man thrust into an unwanted royal position who kindly thanked the Valley's Daimyo.

He had also somehow managed to get them all out of the building and back onto the leviship without any mention whatsoever of Hitomi or notion of chasing after her.

If it had been six years previous he would have run after immediately, his duties be damned. Or would he have?

He still felt the tightening of his chest in torment whenever he recalled what he dubbed the barn incident.

He had royally screwed himself all puns intended, and that led to Hitomi being ensnared by Allen.

He no longer had any ill will towards the blonde knight, well not very much.

But a tiny, insignificant, unwanted part of him asked an unwanted question: who would Hitomi turn to this time?

He did not mean that she would throw herself at another man, not that she had thrown herself at Allen back then.

But would there be someone as there was six years previous to swoop her into their embrace and provide what he, Van Fanel lacked in her eyes.

Apparently he was lacking in something, due to her reaction.

She had declared heatedly to…slap the seven hells out of him? He could see her anger clearly and it disappointed him.

No matter how powerful and strong a monarch he was, his one weakness had turned on him.

And like the lovesick courtiers he rolled his eyes at, he too wanted to chase after the female angry with him and demand to know why she was angry.

Then pacify her in some way.

If it had been about the other night, which in all fairness was wrong of him, then he supposed it was reasonable of her to be angry.

But once again like the lovesick courtiers or even the seemingly spineless heroes in Merle's romantic novels she often liked to discuss, he had hoped for her to fall into his arms with unconcealed joy.

Anger was very far away on the spectrum from this.

And in true form, Van Fanel had returned to his fifteen year old self by disappearing once the Leviship rose from the ground and sulked somewhere, or that's what the others probably thought, not that he cared all that much.

Monarchs didn't sulk in his mind, he was merely contemplating the reaction of the woman he had waited six years for.

A very much averse reaction to what he wanted, hoped for, or even expected slightly.

She had been rather welcoming only nights ago he remembered to his slight chagrin.

Perhaps that indulgence and extra lie to her hadn't helped her reformed view of him. Despite his childish disappearing act on the leviship, he felt rather proud of himself in one respect that he hadn't run after Hitomi and attempted to repeat the acts of a few nights ago.

Once the Leviship had arrived back at the Castle he felt deflated further, he would most likely get an earful from his council. But that was at the back of his mind.

He only wanted to speak to her.

To correct whatever mistake she believed he had made and to be with her again.

He knew that first he would have to confront his friends and Hitomi's parents. It hit him heavily that he truly needed strength to go through the grilling they would throw at him.

He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his responsibilities more so than he had in all six years of being without Hitomi.

Luckily, or at least in his view a council member swooped in on him as they disembarked from the Leviship and argued that he had many documents to read over and sign, almost ushering him away from his friends and guests.

The stacks of new magically created paperwork on his desk felt somewhat like an atonement for whatever Hitomi apparently accused him of enough to threaten to slap him.

Maybe she hadn't changed that much after all.


Haruka Kanzaki was confused.

And she had been confused a great deal since she had arrived on this other planet.

After all to her recently sprouted chagrin she had arrived on a planet that she believed her daughter had made up.

Then in turned out that the young man who's name her daughter had cried out in agony whilst asleep was also real, a King of an entirely real nation, and he intended to make Hitomi his wife.

As a group with people who apparently met and knew Hitomi during her time on Gaea previously, they had gone to where Hitomi was staying. Hitomi in turn had paid little attention to her family, which angered her father but saddened Haruka.

Hitomi had focused almost entirely on this young man Van Fanel.

But to everyone's shock, including the King's, Hitomi had threatened him.

Which was swiftly followed by another man who had also hurled abuse at the King, then Hitomi had left without a word or second look at anyone.

The mother of Hitomi Kanzaki started to feel a twinge in her stomach as she watched her daughter turn her back on the room – her own family – without a word.

She felt hurt, but knew deep down she couldn't criticize her as they had effectively turned their back on Hitomi all those years ago. Haruka never liked the idea of not talking to her daughter, but in the belief that pulling away from her would shock her out of her bad habits she had done so.

She keenly felt the pain of separation now, aware that her daughter had done nothing wrong, and had even been through a highly traumatic situation – a 3 month war – on another world.

And what had her family and peers done to help?

They had treated her as a social leper, believing she was a junkie or worse.

But Mrs. Kenzo Kanzaki wanted to focus on the present.

She had hoped to meet her daughter, talk to her, hold her again after four years frost. However matters had complicated themselves further when the Fanelian King had disappeared himself on the aircraft after leaving Hitomi's residence.

Haruka was unsure of who to talk about this with.

Her husband would surely fault the King himself and the 'strange' people on this planet.

Safe to say, Kenzo Kanzaki did not like the idea of there being another world, no matter how much it proved their daughter was both sane and not a substance abuser.

Upon their return to the palace, the King had been conveniently ushered out of sight by a pompous looking man who seemed to lecture him.

This really was a strange place.

But it interested her.

Her daughter's new life interested her.


The Kanzaki family had been guided back to their apartments where once again silence reigned as each member sulked or stewed in their own silent thoughts.

Her husband was clearly the former, her son the latter but aided by his phone/whatever other gadget he had smuggled with him.

Haruka however, wanted someone to talk to.

Her thoughts were a mess, but talking about it – or at least in her eyes, would do some good.

This led to her thinking about her daughter once more, piling more guilt under the new title of: Not Having Listened to my Child. Parenting classes had nothing on this.

Sadly conversation was less than abundant at dinner that evening.

All the King's guests sat together and ate in a silence that was far from peaceful.

The King himself, once again was palpably absent. This seemed to fuel the tension somewhat for both her husband, the feline woman that seemed to be a friend or relation to the King had her tail upright and flicking to and fro at a dizzying speed, and peculiarly the tall man with long blonde hair.


Once dinner had been cleared away, they were guided to a sitting room that was even more spectacular than the one the Kanzakis' resided in.

Not that it had more furniture or more possessions, but it was clear that this was the King's personal residence.

The furniture was more intricate and sumptuous than in the Kanzakis' suite, but it seemed comfortable somehow, not lavish in a hostile way.

Haruka watched the King enter the room from a different door looking weary.

He sighed and sat closest to them.

Hitomi's mother felt it was symbolic somehow, not that she could explain that thought to anyone but herself.

She saw him sigh heavily then started talking,

"Forgive me all of you for leaving you but I had matters to attend to."

Haruka turned as the blonde haired man sniffed haughtily despite his lower rank Haruka believed and said,

"Such as sulking Van?"

Haruka felt the entire room tense as the feline woman, Merle spun on her chair and hissed,

"Do you have any manners Schezar? Or do you believe yourself above Royalty that you can lecture them with your unblemished principles?"

"Merle!" came a tight reprimand from the King.


Hitomi meanwhile was rather relaxed as her wet hair was braided by Satsuki in between sips of Sake.

Takeshi and Amano sprawled on the living room floor, each nursing their own cup and discussing anything and everything that didn't include the day's earlier dramatics.

She knew there were things that needed to be discussed but at this moment it wasn't important.

Dressed in her comfy pajamas with her hair being braided after a nice hot but sadly short bath, Hitomi felt her process of thoughts slow down gently from the panic she had had earlier that day.

It felt entirely strange to her that her encounter with Van had only happened earlier that day.

But she would focus on it in the morning.

She wanted to enjoy her new life with her friends/family for as long as she could before she was thrust into the predicaments that Van Fanel would bring.

Yawning and slumping as best she could against the cushion in front of Satsuki's crossed legs, she let her mind unfurl and curl up with it's imaginary pillow, half listening to Amano and Takeshi's childish argument.

Luckily Mayu had fallen asleep quickly leaving the 'adults' to relax after the explosive events.

Hitomi sat up slightly so Satsuki wouldn't tug on her hair too much, but straightened when she heard voices.


Hitomi Kanzaki, on the Mystic Moon had been suspected of being a drug addict, a whore, a yakuza's girl, an enjo kōsai, and a crazy person amongst other despicable things.

But she would swear hand on heart that she had never heard voices before.

Luckily she wasn't descending into madness, as she recognised the voices quite clearly,

"Merle!" She jolted as she recognised the older, deeper voice she had heard only nights before reprimanding the feline.

"I'm defending you here!" Came a voice that was older too, but the anger rang true in Hitomi's memory.

"Why did Hitomi react that way?" Came her brother's voice.

She felt another jolt, that went deeper, but warmth surrounded her as she felt weightless momentarily, her eyes closing in shock.

When the feeling dissipated, only then did she inhale and fall back from leaning against the cushion and Satsuki's knees.

Wincing she sat up and squinted at the now bright lights and stared at her new surroundings. Her eyes widened as she blurted,

"Did Takeshi spike my tea?"


Thanks for reading!

Sina xx

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N/B:

Enjo kōsai – teenage girls who date older men for money, can lead to prostitution, but can just be dates. Is seen as a very seedy practice as a whole.


Thanks to: (you wonderful people you!)

InLuvWidVan – cowers I'm Sorry! Yeah I have a secret love of NSync too! blushes

thepinkmartini – Thanks! I liked that bit too!

Inda – Confusion? Sorry! I'll see what I can do!!

Sneedlle – Thanks! Yep there will be a can of woop-ass opened on a lot of people! :D

mysisterisasquijum – Lol. Thanks! Yep, Van needs to talk! And so he will!

Lil' Dinky – So true! Would love to hear your rants!

dilly-samma's luver – Thanks! Have tried my very best. Couples are still being decided on. Though aside from V/H there will be something else :P

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