Summary: It's been nine months. Nine months since Roxas left. Sometimes I still wonder if he's alright. I wonder if he managed to find his way to his next life. I wonder if he managed to find his friend...

Pairings: AkuRoku, RikuxSora (Yes, that means this will be a shounen-ai story, in case you wondered. Don't like, don't read! Do like? All the better!)

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Thanks to: Betas, muses, illustrators, friends... whatever you want to call it. And everybody who doesn't bite my head off for being so goddamned slow when it comes to writing lately! x( And my reviewers... Oh dear, do I still have many reviews to reply to... I'm sorry if I didn't reply yet, I will do that soon, but if it takes a while... well, please be patient with me. And there are new reviewers again! Namely L0tus, TsuchiNoOkamiHime and my good friend Riku-stalker! Yay! Thank you so much!

Oh, yeah, this is pretty much the last part. Enjoy!

Child Again

Part 31 - Roxas:

Sora's grip around my arm is vice-like as he drags me right through this thing Uncle Riku somehow created… That's so fucking insane, and also pretty creepy to tell the truth… And Axel looks just as frightened as I feel.

What does that mean, 'They are forgetting again'? Who is forgetting what? Why is Sora so sad suddenly? Why is he even here, and why is Uncle Riku so scary, and what is Axel doing here… What am I doing here anyway? Where are all the people? And why is the promenade in such a bad condition all of sudden? What the fuck happened here?

But then we end up in an entirely different world, and every protest flees my head at once.

This world is eerie, dark and cold, but something inside me responds to the sinister sight and makes my heart stop for a second. Clouds cover a sky, which I know has to be black. The only sources of light are the neon lights illuminating the high, black buildings. It's a flickering, broken light, cold and sterile and overall uninviting, like everything else here. The clouds break open for a second, and I catch a glimpse of a heart-shaped moon spreading its diffuse light, taking in the sight of a gaping hole right in its middle before it's swallowed by black clouds again. It's raining… no, it's more like an endless drizzling, and the dark, cracked, wet ground is reflecting the bluish light, making everything look even more unreal and creepy.

And over this dark, dead, forlorn city the castle raises its towers into the night sky. It's always night in the World That Never Was.

"The Castle That Never Was…" I whisper, and Axel's voice mingles with mine as he breathes the same words the exact moment I do.

"Do you remember now?" Sora asks me softly, letting go of my hand. I look around, taking a few steps forward. The high buildings… the dark, blind windows… the flickering light… the endless rain… It was here…

"No one would miss me," I hear myself speak up.

"That's not true," someone immediately answers, and when I turn around my eyes lock with sad, hurt, yet surprised green ones. "I would."

Oh God.

Oh no, I almost forgot him again… What's wrong with me?

"Your hearts… they fight against your memories," Riku says darkly. "Memories you acquired when you were Nobodies."

"You think so?" Sora asks quietly while Axel and I keep staring at each other. "But why would they do that?"

"How should I know?" Riku says and shrugs. "Hearts are complicated. Not even Ansem or DiZ ever really understood how the heart works."

"Why did you say that then?" Axel asks, tearing his gaze away from me to stare at Riku. "What did you mean before?"

"Well… Ansem and DiZ didn't have answers, but they had some theories concerning the heart." Riku runs a hand through his hair thoughtfully. "My guess is that your hearts try to convert your memories somehow. Both of you somehow managed to develop feelings, back when you were Nobodies… Feelings you weren't supposed to have. Now you try to remember, but some things seem to be… repressed, because those feelings were not quite… how do I say it… compatible?"

"I don't understand!" I cry out helplessly, leaning against a nearby wall to keep myself from falling. I feel so weak all of sudden… "Why did I remember Axel then? I… I knew I was supposed to wait for him since we were kids! I didn't know it was him, but I always knew I had to wait for him! And why did I remember the keyblades?"

"Maybe your memories were triggered by certain events, or things he said, or the way he acted. But like I said, it's only a guess," Riku replies hesitatingly. "But you not only had feelings back then… You really developed a heart, didn't you?"

I try to answer, but somebody beats me to it.

"Yes, he did," Axel whispers, and when I look at him he's staring at me again. "You were the only one who did. You always tried to hide it, but I knew you felt…"

"And because of that your feelings changed too, also affecting your memories," Riku adds when Axel falls silent and averts his gaze. "You were able to remember some things, because even back then your heart tried to change your 'fake' memories and feelings into 'real' ones. You just didn't have enough time."

I look over to him again, and now he seems to be feeling guilty. I've never seen him look so sad before.

Suddenly anger bubbles up inside me. Yes, I didn't have enough time. And whose fault was that?

"No, Roxas," Sora suddenly speaks up and embraces me. "Please, don't blame him for it. If anyone was to blame it would be me."

My head whips around, and I stare at my brother surprised. He smiles, but it's a sad smile. He brushes some of my hair out of my face gently.

"Riku did everything just for me," Sora continues, glancing at the silver haired man. "He did it to save me. If only I…"

"No, he's right," Riku interrupts him gruffly, crossing his arms and looking away. "He has every right to hate me. I believed everything DiZ told me… I really believed Roxas wasn't able to feel, that a Nobody like him had no right to live…"

And that's when it hits me. Now I know why I seemed to slightly dislike Riku all of my life.

-Why do you have the keyblade?-

He took everything away from me. No… no, he didn't, but I blamed him all of my last life… at least the part of my life when I lived in Sora. And even though my memories seem to be repressed, those hard feelings I conceived for him seem to have influenced my behavior towards him… Don't get me wrong. I love Riku almost as much as I love Sora. He's like another older brother to me. But sometimes I would look at him and would think horrible things… Horrible things I never understood. I never knew why I thought things like that. Now I do.

But it wasn't his fault. He did it for Sora. Had he not captured me back then, Sora would never have awakened… He wouldn't have defeated the Organization. I would probably still be fleeing from them. Or they'd probably have killed me already. And maybe I still wouldn't know who I was.

How childish I have been. I never knew why, but somehow I always seemed to enjoy annoying Riku, playing pranks on him, doing my worst to make him loose his cool. He never did, but that didn't keep me from trying. Unconsciously I must've sought revenge. That's not what he deserved. He wanted to protect Sora; I can understand that. And Riku tried his best to make up for what he did to me; I know that now. He protected me, like he protected Sora back then. He was always there for me. He protected me of other children who picked on me. He was so patient… And… he helped me find Axel.

Who… is looking even paler than Riku right now.

But I still turn around to look at Riku. I stare into his aquamarine colored eyes, and I see so much remorse… so much guilt… and then he averts his gaze. He never did that before. Again I can't help but feel angry for what he did. Damn, he's beating himself up for it already, so why can't I also hate him? I can sense that he thinks he deserves it. But then I look at Sora again, and my brother stares back at me so pleadingly…

"I'm not mad," I say slowly, and I force myself to look at Riku again. He stops scrutinizing the ground, looking up rather surprised. He stays silent, and I roll my eyes. "Well, yeah, I guess I am mad, but just a little. But I…" I try to say it, but the words won't pass my lips. I sigh deeply, running both hands through my disheveled hair. "I… I guess I… have to stop… blaming you for what happened."

"So you did blame me?" he asks softly, and behind me my brother sighs much like I did moments before. But I don't avert my eyes, keep staring right into cool aquamarine ones.

"I guess I did," I finally manage to answer. "But not consciously, I swear to…" I look up to the cloudy sky briefly. "… Well, I would swear to Kingdom Hearts, but that one would be no good I guess."

The corners of his lips twitch up briefly. "Yeah," he agrees, then shakes his head. "We'll have to talk about this one day. But now you should go."

Go? Go where? Wasn't this enough?

"You have to fully retrieve your memories," Riku explains when he notices my questioning look. "Or else you might forget again." He nods at something behind me. "He already seems to sense that."

When I turn around I immediately notice that Axel is gone. I spot him further down the street, climbing over some debris blocking his path. His vibrantly red hair already seems darker than usual, some strands already losing their usual spiky shape, drooping due to the endless drizzle dampening the air around us. Only now I can feel my thin shirt is already slightly damp. And it's really cold here… Was it always this cold?

My gaze is drawn up to the castle again, and all at once I forget about Riku and Sora. My whole body suddenly feels numb and cold, and my mind goes blank. The only thing I know is that I have to get there… The urge to see what is waiting there for me grows so much until it almost hurts, and I start to walk, ignoring my brother -my Other- crying out my name. Instead of waiting for him I start to run, climbing over debris and jumping over the cracks in the ground without caring if I get hurt. I register my sleeve getting caught on something, but I don't care, wrenching my arm away. The thin sleeve tears with a ripping sound.

All around me the shadows start to move, start to scurry all through the dark alleys, but I'm too distracted and too numbed by the urge to get to the castle to feel scared. The flickering, cold light illuminates gray and white skin of faceless creatures I can only see out of the corner of my eyes. I can never see them properly, and yet their form feels oddly familiar…

I almost run into Axel when I turn the last corner before the alley, which I know leads to the castle. I somehow manage to regain my balance, and I want to run past him, but then I see why he stopped.

The streets are littered with those strange creatures. It's an endless sea of white and gray, moving and twisting and hissing words I cannot understand. Eyeless faces turn to look at us, and I know they're staring at Axel and me. They aren't glad to see us, nor are they angry; they just stare at us, waiting…

Dusks, Sorcerers, Gamblers, Berserkers, Dancers, Dragoons, Creepers, Snipers. They stand, float, creep and glide over the ground, staring up to us, and slowly a silent accusation mingles with their silent looks.

"They envy us," Axel whispers next to me, his voice shaking badly. "They feel the only thing we Nobodies ever managed to feel."

"They envy us because we have a heart," I agree, and ever so slowly I reach out and take his hand. His fingers feel like ice, I'm not used to that. His hands were always warm…

He squeezes my hand softly before pulling away again, and now I look at him. He is paler than ever, lips pressed together in a thin line, and he lays his arms around himself as if he was cold. But I can see the same determination I feel, burning in his eyes.

We have to get to this castle. I can't forget him again. I have to retrieve my memory, so my heart stops repressing my memories of him…

Sora and Riku stand aside us, their weapons ready. If only I could remember how I called my own keyblades…

But then the white and gray mass down there starts moving. New Nobodies push through the crowd, shoving aside lesser ones. Assassins slide through the crowd of Nobodies, pushing them aside with their lithe, spiny bodies. Samurai push lesser Nobodies back with their swords, careful not to hurt them. They create a free corridor through the mass of Nobodies; Axel's Assassins holding back one side, my Samurai the other.

Again Axel is the first one to move. But now he doesn't seem scared at all. He struts past the Nobodies that are watching him, almost arrogantly, without even glancing at them. But I can see one of his hands brushing over one Assassin's head briefly, almost affectionately.

"Come on," Sora whispers next to me, gently grabbing my arm. "Let's go."

We follow Axel, who rushes through the empty castle at a quick pace. The more we advance, the more I remember. I recognize rooms I've never seen in this life, even though most of them are empty and decayed. Some hallways are dark; back then this would've never happened. Sometimes fallen columns or pieces of the ceiling block our path.

Axel pushes open another big door and steps into the room. It's cold, white and sterile, containing tall, throne-like seats.

Here we were given our missions. Here Xemnas looked down at us with cold amber eyes, showing us this contemptuous smirk of his while instructing us in the most difficult missions, hoping we might fail and our thrones would lower. We never failed. We were the best team he ever had, and he knew it.

Axel stands right in front of the throne with the number I engraved on its front, looking up to it with an unreadable expression. I wonder if he remembers the same things as me… or if he remembers another mission he was assigned to here, the mission to retrieve me… or kill me if I refused to come back…

I follow him when he finally turns and leaves the room again, forgetting about Sora and Riku. Axel walks over to the stairs, slowly advancing to the upper level. The pale glow that the heart-shaped, destroyed moon emits, is the only light falling through the tall windows up here.

The stairway leads to a seemingly endless white hallway. White, plain doors, only adorned by numbers and their respective elements, lead to the private chambers of the members of the Organization…

I can almost hear their voices… Demyx sings at top of his lungs, and Xaldin yells at him because of it… Zexion asks Lexaeus for help with one of his projects, the silent giant mutters a surprisingly soft answer… Vexen and Marluxia fight over trivial matters, and Larxene encourages them, laughing spitefully… Saïx and Xemnas talk over their plans… Luxord and Xigbar play poker, laughing, probably already hammered.

Axel stops, looking around. I can't read his expression this time; his eyes are guarded, his face devoid of emotions. But the pallor of his fair skin as well as his clenched fists are telling me he's upset. He doesn't make a move to advance further into this hallway, so I walk past him slowly, my fingers brushing over his arm gently. I stop right in front of a door adorned by the number 'VIII', written in cursive letters, surrounded by small, painted flames.

I reach out with a shaking hand, and the door opens on its own when it 'recognizes' me. The room behind it is dark, like all of our rooms. They were only meant for sleep after all; we did spend most of our time on missions anyway, and the little free time we had, we spent either in other worlds than this one or in the bigger, comfortable salons and common rooms. Still, I remember this room being the only one always illuminated by flames dancing in the air, burning without a visible source, when its owner was present. And it was the only room where it was warm all the time; I remember that too, because that was one of the reasons why I liked to spend my time here.

But now it is cold, dark, and in a horrible condition. Everything is burnt; the formerly pure white walls are blackened with soot… The furniture is charred and deformed and partly reduced to mere ashes. The only window is broken, and on the walls scratches and dents are clearly visible, traces of a weapon I know all too well. A small gasp escapes me as I take in the sight of the destroyed room… This room I liked most in this damned castle… All wrecked, along with so many memories…

Why would he burn his room and throw his chakrams against the walls? That doesn't make sense…

"I lost control," Axel whispers right behind me, and I can't help but flinch. His voice is shaking so badly I'm barely able to make out the words. When I turn around to look at him I notice unshed tears making his eyes shine wetly. My own eyes feel odd too, and when I blink something warm rolls down my cheeks. "When… when you were gone I came back here… I stayed inside this room for three days, and… and the room was so cold without you… And then I just… lost control." He looks down, clenching his hands into tight fists once again. "You… you were the only one who ever made me lose it like that… I, I didn't even sleep or anything, and after those three days I tried… to follow you… B-But Xemnas wouldn't let me, he thought… He thought I might kill you if I found you, so they locked me in here, blocked my portals, a-and I just snapped…"

"Axel…" I breathe barely audible, gasping when he suddenly utters a soft sob and hides his face in his hands. He gasps for air once, twice, then he falls to his knees, sits on the cold white marble floor. But soon his hectic, erratic breathing slows down again, and when he lets his hands drop from his face again his bright eyes are dry.

"They didn't know…" he says, and to my surprise his voice sounds less choked and shaky than before. No, now it sounds almost… normal. And frighteningly emotionless. "They didn't know I would have never been able to hurt you. And after… after I had calmed down I tried to act normal again, so they would dismiss my outburst as a reaction of my element to the 'imaginary' feelings I had developed for you… I… I managed to make them believe I got rid of them… I…" He laughs, a hollow, empty, mirthless sound that makes me shiver. "I made myself believe I got rid of them. Xemnas even assigned me to… to… find you."

-We're… best friends, right?-

-Wait a sec! You remember now?-

"I… I really thought… I thought I could handle it, and I wanted to… to help you… I didn't want them to send someone else after you, like Xigbar or Xaldin, or even Saïx to drag you back here… I thought I owed you as much…"

-Can't believe this…-

"But you… you had… you had forgotten about me… about us… And you lied… you lied to me! You never lied to me before…"

-Axel…-

-You really do remember me this time?-

"You had your little friends there… And they were more important to you than I was, and I…"

-I'm SO FLATTERED!-

-But you're too late!-

Oh, God, how could I ever forget that? How could I ever forget the hatred and despair in his eyes when he confronted me in the mansion? I hurt him…

"I envied them so much…" he continues, and now his breathing grows more uneven again, and his hands close around the fabric of his coat as he tries to hug himself. He stares right through me; I doubt he can even see me right now. But there is so much pain in his eyes…

Oh, I deserved everything he did. All the teasing and him ignoring me… Everything he ever did to hurt me, I deserved ten times as much! I never knew I hurt him so much… I should have seen it…

"Axel…" I whisper again, trying to apologize and reaching out to him, but he flinches back, staring up to me from his place on the floor. His eyes are blank, guarded. I don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking about right now… But he must be furious, he must hate me. I would hate me if I was in his position.

He gets up again, slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. His intense gaze paralyzes me, and my hand stops midway, not touching him. Then he turns around and walks away.

I watch helplessly as he runs down the hallway, stopping in front of another door, which immediately opens for him. Of course I recognize this door… White, like all of the other doors too, only displaying a plain, silvery white number, barely visible against the bright background; no element. Well, no visible elemental symbol anyway. But I know the number is really surrounded by white loops and spirals and stars and other symbols and ornaments, as the element of the owner of this chamber is Light. Room number XIII. My room.

After an eternity I finally follow him. The door opens again; pure white greets me, the only spot of color in the room being Axel's bright hair and his green eyes, his clothes. He doesn't seem to realize the door opened again; he wanders through the room like a sleepwalker, his fingers brushing over the furniture, his eyes slowly wandering over every surface.

The room is just like I left it. Everything is plain and white, almost Spartan. I never got around giving the room my 'personal touch', as Demyx dubbed it. Oh, I remember his room; the walls were painted blue, with band posters everywhere. Or Axel's room, before he burnt it to smithereens… even he decorated the furniture with red and orange ornaments, just sparsely, but he did. I never saw anybody else's room from the inside; I never wanted to. But Demyx told me other member's chambers were also decorated.

Mine was always white and empty. But still this room, along with Axel's, was always the place that came closest to a 'home'. Because Axel was here with me so often.

Now he walks over to the bed, bending down to brush a hand over the white sheets, which still look like they were changed only yesterday. Then he sits, one leg bent under him, the other one dangling over the edge, and he grabs one of the pillows, drawing it close to him. First silent tears start to drop from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. He grabs the cushion with both hands now, hugging it close to him while burying his nose in it, inhaling deeply. He's still staring into space, his eyes so eerily empty, despite the tears still making them glisten.

He stays like this for a moment, then suddenly a loud, heavy sob escapes him, only muffled by the pillow in front of his face. His breathing grows louder and hectic, and then… then he starts to cry. He hides his face in the pillow, sobbing heartbreakingly, his lean shoulders jerking, slim fingers digging into the soft fabric as if he wanted to tear it to shreds.

Within seconds I'm kneeling on the bed next to him, and without thinking I embrace him, barely holding back tears myself as I let him cry.

My heart starts to beat faster as memories rush back to me. We spent hours in this room, just the two of us. Only Axel was allowed in here; not even Demyx ever saw my room from the inside. Here in this room we spent hours talking about the strangest things, here we tended our wounds after battle. Axel picked me up here almost every day to bring me to Twilight Town, or to another place high up, where we could talk and eat ice cream without getting interrupted. Here we always said goodbye when we were assigned to new missions; in Axel's room we reunited after completing them.

Here, in this room, on this bed we kissed for the first time. I had noticed humans doing that on one of my missions, had watched how tenderly they treated each other, and I had been so curious… I had wanted to know if we would also be able to feel if we did that. So I tried it. This night, when Axel came to fetch me for another trip to Twilight Town, I just grabbed him and kissed him, just as I had watched humans do. Looking back I have to admit it was a rather clumsy, way too forceful kiss, and yet… yet I could feel something, for the tiniest moment. I didn't admit it though; I dismissed it as mere curiosity when he asked me what the hell had gotten into me… Yet I wanted to try it again and again, I wanted to feel this strange, sweet sensation again, and Axel always let me, even though it confused him. I don't know if he also was able to feel when we kissed, if he was able to feel the same warmth I felt, the same feeling of security, but I highly doubt it. How should I have been able to rouse those feelings in him, when I was no more than a confused, upset boy? He was the one who gave me strength; he was the one who made me realize how different I was. I could never have been able to do the same for him.

But he never denied me those tries, even though I never told him why I wanted him to kiss me, and when I wanted more than shy, awkward kisses, he gave me everything he could. In those nights, when his warm hands freed my eager body of the confinement of my robes, and his hot lips explored every inch of my skin, I was able to feel more than the mere physical reaction of my body to his caresses. In those nights I was able to hear my heart beating.

Suddenly he lets go of the pillow, hugging me back instead, so forcefully I can't breathe properly for a moment. I flinch violently, the sudden movement startling me out of my memories. I can feel a hot blush rising to my cheeks, and for a moment I'm glad he's pressing his face against my neck so he can't see it. His hair tickles my face, and I breathe in his familiar scent of cinnamon and caramel, and instantly I feel secure, just like back then.

"I waited here for you, every night…" he whispers, his lips moving so close to the sensitive skin on my neck I can almost feel it. His hands close around the thin fabric of my sweater. "I waited for you to come back to me. Every night I sat here, and I was only able to sleep as long as I could at least breathe in your scent… But with every day I couldn't find you it faded more and more, but I couldn't stop… I had to keep waiting… I…" He stops, heaves a shaky sigh and tightens his hold around me a bit more. "When I was here with you," he continues softly, "it was like… like I could… it was like I had a heart… it was like I could feel…"

And suddenly he grabs my shoulders, holding me at arm's length, staring deep into my eyes. "Tell me you felt the same, Roxas," he pleads hoarsely, full of emotion. "Tell me you felt it too… please…"

I almost laugh out loud, finally getting an answer to my questions. I hold the laughter back, but I can't help but smile, causing Axel to draw back a bit more, a somewhat confused, maybe even hurt expression on his face. But I hold him back, pulling him down to me with both hands, pressing my lips against his and kissing him hard, hungry and wild, like he always liked it best. Maybe that's too much right now… Both of us just regained our memories after all. But I can't wait any longer. I've waited for him all of this life; oh how long I waited for him… If I wait any longer I'll die… I don't care if he hates me for it, I don't care if I misread the signs. Maybe he's just overwhelmed by his own memories, maybe that's why he doesn't push me away, but I don't care… Maybe he doesn't even reciprocate my feelings anymore, after all I've done to him, but I don't care. I have to do it, I have to feel the smooth texture of his lips on mine, I have to taste him, I have to make sure this is real…

"I love you," I whisper choked, kissing him again. I taste salty tears, and I don't know if those are his or mine. He's still stunned and doesn't move; only his hands still resting on my shoulders relax at once and slide down my arms limply.

Guess I ruined everything again. Well done, Roxas, you little idiot, you just had to…

My bitter thoughts are interrupted when his hands suddenly move up again, holding me back when I try to pull away. Now it's him who kisses me, and now I am the one unable to move.

"You're not just fucking with my head, are you?" he gasps when he finally breaks the kiss to take a deep breath. His bright eyes lock with mine once more, but I can only blink stupefied.

Why does he ask that? Does he want to… to make fun of me again? I bet he does. He can't feel the same for me, not after all I've done… He has to hate me even more, now that he remembers how much he suffered because of me… But I nod anyway, tears still clouding my vision. I'm barely able to make out the happy, genuine smile spreading over his beautiful face.

"I love you too, Roxas," he replies gently, kissing me again, way more affectionate than before. "You have no idea how much I do."

…

What?

No, that can't be true… Why… How… It can't be… But he never…

"I love you," he repeats, softly kissing my cheek. And I break down and start to cry. I cling to him helplessly, sobbing and sniffing and keeping my eyes closed, fearing it would be over if I opened them again… So long… I've waited so long for him to say those words, all the endless nights back when we were Nobodies, when the words would've held no meaning anyway, and the endless years in this new life… I always wanted, needed to hear them, and I always wanted him to be the one who said them… and now…

"Oh… oh God, again, p-please," I sob loudly, pressing my wet face against his bony shoulder. "P-Please, please, s-say it again…"

"I love you, Roxas," he says one more time, gently kissing my forehead and running a warm hand through my hair, then he rests his chin on top of my head and sighs. "I always have."

And again and again I beg him to repeat those words, I can't get enough of it, and he does it every time, then he kisses me again, and again, and again; and this cold, empty room doesn't seem so cold anymore when he gently pushes me down into the soft mattress, showing me how much he means those words. He was always good with words, but his actions always held so much more meaning.

Finally I feel complete again.

Author's Notes: Yeeeees, you read right in the beginning. Fucking last chapter! And no, I won't write more, please don't ask. I really want to concentrate on Perfect Match again now. This one is completed, at least for me. They are together, they remember each other again, all is good. Okay? Okay. If you want fluff, you'll have to read Perfect Match.

There will be a short epilogue though. But I won't disturb Axel and Roxas anymore; I think they deserve some privacy after all the heartbreak I put them through. It'll be just a short impression from Sora's POV on this... situation? Eh. Yeah.

And yes, I know this ending leaves many questions unanswered. But you have imagination, right? Use it! xP Mine is done...

So... I hope you liked it! If you did, you can click the pretty purple button below and tell me why. If you didn't... well, I guess you can do the same, but please be nice! I'm mentally unstable!

Ehm. No. not. xD