A/N: I don't know how many times I have said this is not going to be a smut-coated story. But my mind is horny, apparently. You have been warned. Ok, i swear this is the last of the smut. Slap me if it's not. You hath permission. Much permission.

~Day 9~

"Shit me not, Michaelis, call me again at nightfall and I will castrate you," said a rather grumpy voice from the phone, low with malice and exhaust. The ringmaster chuckles, and runs a hand through his hair. Ciel's eyes follow the movement, curious as to who the man was talking to. Yet at the same time he was fascinated and frightened, for a object such as the one he was using was so alien. Was it like dream-talking?

"Yes, you say that very same empty threat every time I call you, old friend. I doubt you would so such an act. Besides, it gives you something to do, right?"

"Hmph. What the fuck do you want now?" was the rather quick, blunt reply.

"A talk," said Sebastian, and Ciel's ears turn back. His human mate must know this grumpy man pretty well, if empty-threats are a norm. But to the little cat-satyr, the threat didn't sound empty. Perhaps it was just the way he talked. Ciel's ears turn back forward, listening to the conversation.

"A talk? Since when you want to 'talk'. Are you on weed?"

"Ha, no. I have a very… troublesome matter that needs immediate attention," The wine-eyed man says, turning his body so that he sits back against the headboard, the bed giving a whine in the process. Ciel's eyes quickly go to the floor the moment the ringmaster's lands on him.

The other line on the phone goes silent for a moment, and the shuffle of papers makes Ciel's interest spark.

"Where are you, ya' son of a bitch?" says the other, breaking the breath-holding silence. Sebastian seems calm as ever, but the dark sinister shadow that dances across his face made Ciel question how the man really felt. A uncontrolled shiver runs down his back. When his eyes raise again to watch the man lying in all his naked glory on the bed, the shivers come back full force when the very man smirks at him. And to top it off, he gives a lewd thrust of his hips with a devil-envied wink. He's such a sex addict.

"The Moose Motel, by Graffell's park," Sebastian says, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a little notebook and pen.

"Hmph," says the other person on the line. The speaking suddenly stops all together, as well as a sudden stop in the slight static. A long series of beeps is what comes next, yet the ringmaster seems neutral. Ciel supposed that the 'call' had ended.

Sebastian sets the funny head-devise down on it's base, and looks back over at Ciel, who is standing in the room's corner. He smirks.

"From your facial expressions, I suppose you could hear the conversation?"

Yet Ciel only raises an eyebrow in a crooked manner, as if the very notion of not being able to hear that far or that low was a joke. It answers the ringmaster's question. He chuckles and pats the bed's space beside him.

"Do you care to sleep a little more? Mr. Ackerman should be here in a hour or so," he says, watching the younger weigh the options in his head as if it was a huge decision. In not too long, Ciel ends up sulking over to the bed, crawling up beside the taller one. He keeps a few feet away, though.

Sebastian frowns and reaches over swiftly, dragging the cat-satyr over his chest. Ciel squeals in the process, pawing at the wine-eyed man's face as he is laid across his bare chest.

"Gruumph!" he grunts, as he clumsily sprawls across his mate's chest like some blanket.

"Aww, don't act like you don't like it," the man teases, running his hands up the younger's back. Ciel squirms around in the man's touch, annoyed. But he didn't dislike it. Sebastian's arms are much stronger than Ciel is as a whole, so he just accepts his fate and settles down.

"Stop touching me so much!" he fusses, his tail flicking to detail his frustration.

"But you're so beautiful~" Sebastian says in a higher voice, his lips tracing Ciel's hairline. He gives a spat in return.

"Hmm, now that all is quiet, care to share and explain what happen last night?" he says, running his hands down the small of Ciel's back, fingers creeping to his baby-fuzz covered butt. Ciel hisses once more.

"I already told you!" he whines. Sebastian just grunts and gives a 'tell the truth' look. Ciel fluffs out.

"Ciel," he says, voice a bit serious. Why the fuck does he want to know so badly?

"Ugh!" Ciel says as he pushes against the man's chest, pulling himself up to sit, not really bothering with the fact that he was straddling the man's waist.

"It's suppose to clean your… place," he says, not wanting to say 'pee-pee' again, for it, embarrassingly, amused the older man. It's not like he really bothered with learning names of human's private places.

"Yes? Is that all? I believe I need to know if this is going to be something that will happen often, or all of the time. Because you didn't do that thing the first time,"

Ciel's ears go flat, looking upset. But Sebastian's rather serious gaze, and the use of his name, made him give in.

"Submissives let out that muscle thing when they couple with their mate for the second time or over," Ciel explains, pausing for a moment for he is curious of the fact as to why Sebastian frowns, "It cleans, yes, and it also… um… gets out more of the…" Ciel starts, not sure how to call 'that stuff'.

"Cum?" he says, and Ciel quirks an ear. Sebastian chuckles, and says, "Semen?".

"Err… that, yeah," he says.

"Why would you need more-" Sebastian suddenly stops, and narrows his eyes, and sits up. Ciel grunts from the movement, holding onto the ringmaster's chest as he moves along with him. He pricks his tail at the base, feeling himself move down until he is sitting on Sebastian's lap. Ciel stays silent, seeing the realization spread across the man's face. The younger knew this man before him was not stupid in anyway. An idiot sometimes, yes, but stupid? No. Yet he knew from the sudden change in face meant that he was realizing something that hadn't been in his mind before.

They had never talked about this stuff before.

"You're pregnant?" he asks suddenly. Ciel bends his head down towards his chest, confused and guilty for a split second.

"No," he says simply. Well, to be truthful, he didn't know. But none of the tell-tell signs were there.

"But… you could get pregnant?" he asks, and Ciel nods.

This is a new topic that hasn't dared grace their conversations before. And as he thought about, it wasn't even something that the two had thought or considered.

Well, that bit was a lie for Ciel's part.

For some time during his heat, his mind had not only been begging to get mated, but also… to get pregnant. To be filled with his mate's seed until he was fat with children. Kinky? No, not really. But the thought was pure instinct. He had always shook that notion out of his head when it arouse, though. Getting pregnant was a big thing. Not something simply like brushing one's teeth in the morning, or smoothing the knots out of one's fur… or hair.

Childbearing was the main point in mating… That was one of the reasons why he didn't want a mate to begin with. And it appears that it wasn't something Sebastian had wanted either. Or thought of.

But something was wrong that that idea. He couldn't quite place the sudden feeling that washes over him, but the closest answer was anxiety... ?. Ciel felt the muscles in his neck tighten, as if the thought of Sebastian not wanting something from him was bad. Well, it was bad. He was his mate. He should want everything Ciel had to offer!

Why was the thought of Sebastian not wanting to populate with him unsettling?

"Sebastian"? he starts, lifting his head back up to look at the man's face. Sebastian's eyes shoot down to him in a painful jerk, and his eyes were wide. The two stayed like that, with Sebastian sitting up against the headboard, with Ciel curled up to his lap and chest. They stare at eachother for an unfathomable amount of time, each begging the other to speak first. Sebastian, being the bigger man, quipes up.

"I don't want kids," he says firmly, and Ciel feels his chest suddenly get very painful. His breath hitches, and his lungs feel as if he breathed in ash and burning flesh. He smacks his lips. They are dry and chapped. His heart beat increases, and with that goose bumps spread over his arms.

"But… that is the whole reason you come here, right?" he asks, for Ciel suddenly lost his voice. But he wasn't thankful that the man took up the silence. He wanted silence right now. He wants to crawl in a small space. And never com out again. But he doesn't want to leave Sebastian… even though he wants to rip his head off. He also wants to kiss this fool a million times over, then cut his heart out and eat it. Why?

Ciel lips his chapped lips again, managing to pull out his voice from a tight chest and throat. The act hurts and hurts and hurts; physically and spiritually.

"My home is dying," he says horsely. Yet Sebastian seems to still be staring at him in the same manner as before. He feels the the man's hold on his lower back tighten. But he doesn't find it pleasant.

"You told me that," the man says. Ciel nods.

"So you're just following your Uncle's orders?" Sebastian says, and his voice lowers an octave. But it wasn't a pleasant octave. Ciel holds back a whimper, and he has to stop himself from whipping his hair out.

Sebastian didn't want him? Did he even want them?

Than what was last night? Oh God, Ciel realizes. The bastard was just looking for sex. How else does he explain the way he looked at that human female yesterday? He didn't say anything about it, but tried to get his point across that he is the older man's mate. Not some fake, large breasted bitch. Yeah, saying just 'she smelled funny' wasn't a great way, but showing his privates to the man seemed to do the trick. No, he wasn't looking for sex last night, but it got there anyway! But it was much too exhausting. But he did it anyway. He would never say it, but he wanted to please this wine-eyed raven before him now. And upon rising this morning, laid across the man's chest was… peaceful. His knot had died down the night/day before, and so had Sebastian's... pee-pee. And despite being in a sticky mess after a terrible bath, he felt… good. Sated, even.

Sebastian wanted to do 'adult things' with him, even though Ciel wasn't in heat. Sebastian coated him in sticky-sweet kisses yesterday night, even though he was experiencing Ciel's sticky knot for the first time. Sebastian didn't flip out once his knot entered him, even though Ciel knew the man didn't like change or new things. But he accepting him. In every way, even. He accepted everything.

But he doesn't want this from Ciel?

Fuck. Humans are stupid. Sebastian was stupid.

He knew he shouldn't have trusted this man. He knew he shouldn't have given himself up so eagerly.

This man made him change nearly every single one of his morals and ways. First the man made sexual feelings arise in him. Sexual feeling that Ciel never had befor! Then he changed the way he looks at mating. Even though he would never say this outloud, [I have my pride, thank you very much] he... loved the wine-eyed man. Very much so. The man could be cocky and an idiot most of the time, but it just gave more reasons for Ciel to secretly find amusing.

And now look at him.

On the verge of crying like some… some spoiled child, simply over the fact that his mate simply said he didn't want have kits!

Ciel was the one who said he didn't want babies in the first place.

"Ciel?" came the sudden question. Ciel sniffles, shocked and pissed to find that he is crying. Hot trails of wetness runs down his cheeks, adding to the flame that grew inside. He looks at Sebastian with a pitiful glare, sucking up all his weak and submissive-typical behavior. I am a prince.

"What the fuck do you want?" he asks, anger boiling up in his throat. His muscles were still clenched, but the sudden anger in him helped to gain some energy.

Sebastian blinked, his eyes narrowed as he watches the slowly boiling mess in front of him. Ciel clenches his eyes shut, the hatred mostly aimed at himself for his weakness. But he didn't think Sebastian doesn't deserve some.

"Hey, baby, it's alright. We've only been together for a little over a week… and being mates for not even a week. Let's just take it slow, hmm?" Sebastian says, but Ciel was barely listening to the older male's logic. Being angry at himself for turning into a little bitch, and the unreasonable amount of dread of the thought that Sebastian doesn't want to have kits was killing him.

Ciel sniffles again, and soon finds control over his body with new found adrenaline. He shoved the man's face away from him, leaping off of the bed onto the floor. His shoulders shook, and the sudden movement wasn't a good idea. He holds in a pathetic squeak from the sudden jolt of pain up his wrists and ankles.

"Hey," Sebastian says in protest as Ciel stands up, too fast that it makes the cat-satyr's head dizzy, and runs over to the bathroom door. He could hear the man follow, but he shuts the door in time. And just in time, for he hears the man nearly run into the door shutting on his face.

The boy locks the door quickly, and the sound of Sebastian trying to open the door is pleasuring. And saddening.

"Kitten, get out here," the man says almost angrily. Good, be angry.

Ciel stays silent, and sits on the tiny white wooden chair in there. To block out the sound of Sebastian protest and knocking, he studies it.

The chair was cheap, and it creaks from Ciel's weight. The back was whicker, plastic though.

"CIEL!" came the sudden yell. Ciel whips his head up, every muscle in his body twitching from the sound of his name. Instinct told him to go to his mate as quickly as possible, yet sadly he couldn't ignore it. He sulks to the bathroom door, ears turned backwards.

He tries not to cry.

He really tries.

But he fails.

He felt pathetic… so very pathetic.

"Ciel, open the door, now," Sebastian says. Ciel flicks his tail, fear now creeping up his neck. His mate was mad.

So he does open the door, and finds a rather pissed off, worried, and naked Sebastian standing in the doorway. Ciel makes a quick mental note that this man likes walking around in his birthday suit. He didn't dislike this, Ciel muses, but it gave him a pretty damn good view of things he didn't want to be near at the moment. But what worries him was that Sebastian was… half-hard.

"What do you want?" the smaller asks horsely, and he looks down at his paws, playing around with extending and retracting his claws. But a hand comes to grab his chin and jerks his head up.

"You have forgotten something, kitten," the man says, taking his free hand to grad one of Ciel's ears. He squeals loudly in the process as he is suddenly dragged back to the bed.

"Stop it!" he screams then, as he suddenly is picked up and thrown down to the bed. Why the hell is he being so rough? Gosh, please don't tell me finds this sexually attractive, he thinks, seeing the man loom over him as he crawls over on top of the smaller's body. His private place, once flaccid, is now halfway hard, bobbing slightly. Where the hell does this man keep all of that energy!? He thinks, blushing.

"I don't think I can do that, baby, for you are being a little unreasonable, don't you think?" he says, wrapping his arms around the smaller's waist before he flips over, putting them in the same position earlier. Ciel kicks and tries punching everything he can reach and more, but the being under him was much more powerful.

"Shh, Ciel," he says, and Ciel mentally cusses at the man. You're abusing the name-calling, idiot!

Ciel was slid down the man's body, blushing precociously when he felt a certain something poke at his chest.

"We're gonna do something new, alright?" he says, and Ciel glares, the last of his frustrated tears gone. Ciel was forcefully calm now, but the boiling rage and despair hadn't gone away.

Sebastian sat up on the headboard, pulling his knees up until Ciel was given a front-row seat of his manly appendage. Ciel gulps, giving the man an angry, yet questioning gaze. Sebastian smirks and pets his head, thumbing the ear he had pulled. The cat-satyr whines, ears laying back.

That was when Sebastian pushed his head down until his erection bumped against his cheek. He gasps, trying to pull back from the hot piece of flesh, but Sebastian's hand kept him there.

"I want to watch you get me off like this, Ciel," he says, the soft skin under his wine-eyes pinkening. Ciel shivers, getting his drift. The man had given the same treatment to him, but the other way around? Is he trying to gag him? Suffocate him to death?

Maybe the thought of having kits made Sebastian want to break their mating bond.

And only death can break that.

"Don't-!" he protests, but the moment his mouth is opened, his lips brush against the hot flesh. A small sigh comes from Sebastian, and Ciel pauses. "Ah, Ciel, good boy,"

And without even thinking again, [and this surprised them both], he sticks his tongue out and gives the appendage a lick.

"That's it," the ringmaster says, petting his hair. If Ciel hadn't liked the pets and pats on his head and ears, he would have thought this over more.

But he did like the pets.

And he wants some comfort right now…

And revenge.

Ciel starts to give small licks and lip-nibbles onto the shaft, amazed at how his actions make it grow and harden. Yet as he gives a small kiss to the head, he notices a small drip leak from the tip.

And of course, it reminds him of what is in that liquid that caused all of this.

He opens his mouth, giving Sebastian a show of his small retracted fangs/tusks, and leans up slightly as if he was about to envelope the erection. The ringmaster's reassuring grasp on his ears was enough to encourage him, but he forces himself to be reminded on how they got here in the first place.

So he bites the tip.

Hard.

"Ah!" Sebastian suddenly gasps, hissing in pain as Ciel pulls back in victory.

Who's the whimp now? He thinks viciously, a forced smirk on his lips.

Sebastian gives a eye-lulled glare, a dark chuckle forming in his throat.

"That was rather unkind," he says, scratching the younger's scalp rather roughly. Yet before Ciel can give a sassy comeback, he is being pulled up to the man's face, where he gives a wet and sloppy kiss to the younger. "Mmmph," Ciel grunts, gritting his teeth as the man gives him this... out of character treatment.

"You're too sentimental," Sebastian says, pulling back to expose the pink and flushed face of the younger. Ciel glares at the man, wiping saliva off his mouth. Bastard.

"Me? Sentimental? Oh, I'm sorry, I suppose that I'm suppose to be just fine?" he spats, raising his hands to rest them on the man's shoulder, sinking his claws into the skin. You wanna play rough? Then we'll play rough... Yet the ringmaster had other plans.

"Yes, yes you are. You're rushing into things much too quickly," he grunts back, pulling Ciel off his chest, before flipping him the other way. But he was backwards.

Ciel gives a squeak, as his rump is suddenly pulled onto the man's face and neck. And before he can even react, a slick tongue slithers out to lick the puckered opening between his legs. He gasps, and gives a growl.

"I don't want to do those things again! Idiot!" he yelps in protest. he tries to get up, but his hands only find a certain erection.

"Mhmm, just like that," Sebastian says, pulling back a second before going back in.

"No, I don't want to do it," he whines, his body now shivering from the unwanted advances. He didn't need or want sex. But Sebastian makes him rethink a lot of things.

Sebastian seems to get the drift, for Ciel keeps struggling. His cute little cunt isn't even getting wet as fast like before, either. He sighs, and reaches behind Ciel to grasp his own problem. Ciel manages to bite his hand as it nears, though.

"Don't think you're done yet, kitten... you still need to be punished," Sebastian says, jerking himself with one hand, before pushing Ciel's face down. "Mmph!"

Ciel whimpers, feeling the hardness suddenly push into his mouth.

Hmm. I guess this is 'angry sex', Ciel muses while he finally gives up struggling.

Sebastian groans, as he suddenly comes. Ciel, the ringmaster muses, despite being an absolute beginner on giving head didn't do to bad. Heck, he even climaxed too a second ago. The man hums, pleased, licking away the small drip from Ciel's entrance.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

How can somethin-someone be so damn sexy? Hell, he should be a bit guilty for forcing him into such a lewd act, but he didn't. They both got release in the end. And sitting up with Ciel's rump in his face while looking down to see him get head was a beautiful sight. Being in a 69 position while sitting up was a bit awkward, but he reached climax either way.

Ciel grunts tiredly, mumbling something about his throat and jaw, and the dryness that sat uncomfortably in his belly, but Sebastian ignores it. He leans down to give the younger's cute little cunt another lick before taking swiping streams of his cum off his face. Ciel looks back with red and bruised lips, eyes once angry and crying (ok, yeah, he felt a bit guilty on that), now confused and tired. But now his purple and blue eyes are wide as Sebastian shoves his fingers into the soft sack of Ciel's mouth, rubbing his slickness across the smooth saliva coated walls. The cat-satyr wines, choking on the long fingers in his mouth. Forcing him to swallow it, Sebastian finally pulls his fingers away.

"Why…" Ciel says pathetically, pushing himself up. The ringmaster lets him, satisfied. For now.

"Punishment," Sebastian says with his legs out, patting the younger's ass. He bends his fingers toward the pink little cunt, before moving again. The then pushes some excess semen inside. Happy now?

Ciel glares.

"Why don't you want kits?" Ciel asks as they get out of the shower -this time without fooling around-. The question catches the man off guard, but he quickly composes himself. He stares ahead, over Ciel's head for a moment as he wraps a towel around his waist. His hair is stand damp, sticking across his face and dripping water.

One thing was for sure. Kids are too much trouble. And they need suitable guardians. In the raven's eyes, neither of them fit the bill.

Not to put any blame on Ciel, but the younger didn't exactly choose the perfect person to have babies with. Not that he minded that he was chosen, but Ciel really could have done better.

And Sebastian had other things he had to do… those things did not include watching over kids, even if they would be theirs. He did like kids, but to have kids? Nope.

"I believe I already told you, kitten," he says, after mulling over the reasons why. Ciel shoots a glare, as Sebastian bent down to his size. He wraps a towel around the smaller body, rubbing the fur, hair, and skin down dry while minding where his ears and tail where.

"And...?" Ciel continues. Sebastian sighs. Was having children really important to him? He did say whatever planet he came from was dying, that much was known. But it wasn't all up to him, correct? From the way he puts it, it sounds like the very future is hanging on his shoulders.

"I don't want kids," he says again, pulling the towel away to see Ciel. His fur and hair were sticking up in every direction, and Sebastian had to hold back a laugh.

"Yeah, I get that!" Ciel spats, marching off. Sebastian runs Ciel's towel down his chest, whipping around water droplets. He sighs.

Why didn't he want kids? Or kits as Ciel puts it. Sebastian sighs, burying his face into the towel, breathing in deeply.

It smelled like Ciel.

It was about a forty minutes ago since Sebastian had made the call, and Ciel was getting a bit annoyed. Yes, this 'Mr. Ackerman' said he would be here in an hour, but Ciel wanted to get this done now. The awkward silence in the room was deafening.

His stupid older mate had finally put his clothes on, pants and all, but didn't seem like his usual self.

I swear to the kings that if he is still horny, I will punch him in the balls.

Sebastian had set himself on the edge of the bed, but didn't speak to the younger. Ciel was fine with the silence, but silence coming from a Sebastian that isn't doing anything but staring at the floor like it did wrong to your ancestors was… uncomfortable. Like, really uncomfortable.

Ciel just settled for slipping into the bed covers -on the other side!- and taking a quick nap. But the haunted aura waving off of his mate was keeping him up.

"What are you doing?" He asks after several minutes of silence. His breaking of the silence was painful. Almost painful enough for it to be physical.

The little submissive felt the human flinch, and slowly turn to see the lump under the blankets. Ciel peeked out from his little tunnel, glaring. His eyes glowed ever so slightly, and his anger had made his tusks extend.

"Your teeth look like a water deer's," the man says, making Ciel raise an eyebrow.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he says, cheeks growing pink. Sebastian gives a short and breathless chuckle, crawling over a bit. Ciel glares harder.

"Just thinking," He asks, answering the first question. The little one just puffs.

"Some answer," he says, flipping over to his right side. Sebastian sighs, and goes back to his 'thinking'.

It doesn't last long, for Ciel can hear the phone being picked up. He blinks, listening as buttons are pushed, before the ringing starts. A woman answers, but it wasn't the one from downstairs.

"Room service?" she says, with a funny accent. Ciel puffs, and he can hear Sebastian turn a bit to look at him.

"Yes, I'd like to order lunch," he says firmly. A man with a mind, Ciel muses.

"'course! What would you like?" she asks, and Sebastian gives a small list of foods that were foreign to him. The little one under the covers puffs loudly, pushing his arms out from under the blanket to look at the man next to him.

Sebastian sets the phone down, looking back at Ciel with a small smile. The receiver of the look just blinks, curious as to why he is suddenly so… different.

"Just ordering some things. Ackerman should be pretty hungry when he gets here,"

"Who's Ackerman?"

"Oh? Thats right, I never told you. How absent minded of me… He's an acquaintance of mine that runs a party of people who… act as a government of sorts,"

"Government?" Ciel asks, sitting up now. His tail flicks to the side, wanting a better explanation.

"I'm the motherfucking Maffia, brat," says a new voice, causing Ciel to fluff out, ears up and alert as he flips around to see the intruder. Sebastian seems pretty calm though, but it brings the cat-satyr little comfort.

A man stood in the doorway, followed by two others. He wasn't very tall… in fact, Ciel thought he was pretty short for human stadors. His hair was raven black like Sebastian's, but cut neatly. Bangs covered his forehead in a straight line, but the back of his hair was cut to the skin. The man had sharp and glaring gray eyes, reminding Ciel of metal and coal. Yet, despite being awfully short, he looked… pretty strong.

Ciel hoped Sebastian was stronger, but his mate was more slender and graceful. This midget was buff and short.

The man walks in with two giants following him, looking pissed about something. Sebastian gave a forced tired smile, but it looked pretty believable. Ciel could feel that he happy this person was here, but wasn't in the mood at the moment.

"Levi Ackerman… You're right on…" Sebastian looks at the clock, and right at that moment it turns to '6:00'. Hmm.

"Time," they both say nearly at the same 'time'. Ciel sulks back, to the point where he might fall backwards. Sebastian brings out a hand, and the two men shake. Sebastian steps back and nods, and the man speaks.

"Of course I'm on time. Now, what do you want to 'talk' about? Please don't tell me you lied about smoking weed,"

"No, I didn't lie. I need you to track someone down for me," Sebastian says, his eyes suddenly dark, and his aura growing twice in sadism. Ciel shivers.

Just want did he want to be taken care of so badly?

"Is it about the shota behind you?" Levi says blankly, yet his eyes remain narrowed.

"This is my… companion, and yes, it is about him," Sebastian says, reaching back to tug the younger forward.

"Call me Sialku," he says, grunting as he stands. He didn't think anything of it, but as the blankets fall away as he presents himself, he hears a small gasp and a shift in the room's aura.

"Da fuck is he?" the three foreign men say.

A/N: :D How'd you like Levi? 3 Comment for more, faster updates! ~ Shadow