JOLLY LATE JESUSMAS PRESENT FOR YOU GUYS!

I should have posted this chapter earlier today, but I was busy. But here you go! Long chapter for you guys.

Enjoy~!

After a long string of profanities, Sasuke and Hinata ended up falling into a deep lake. The dark coldness engulfed the two. Hinata expected this, immediately swimming up to the surface. She took twenty seconds to gasp for breath before she activated her Byakugan and dove back under to retrieve Sasuke. Luckily, swimming and diving underwater happened to be some of the few subjects in the Academy she got aced.

She grabbed his arm, then swam to the surface as quick as possible before she ran out of breath. Relief flooded her veins when she heard his coughs and gasps. They floated while Sasuke caught his breath, then began to make their way to land. The two panted and gasped as they flopped themselves onto the ground. Sasuke was still choking out curses and swears. He bit his lip. His Curse Mark was still itching, and the stab wound on his back throbbed like hell. He sat up, still panting.

"Do you... want me to take care of the stab wound?"

"Yes."

Sasuke immediately discarded his thoroughly soaked shirt. By instinct, Hinata felt the urge to look away, but resisted because she owes him this much after literally stabbing him in the back. Hinata crawled towards him and took out a small tin container from her leg pouch, then set it to the side. She ripped a piece of cloth from her pants to help clean around the wound. Her eyes were glued to the mixture of blood and water that trickled down Sasuke's back.

"Oh. That's right. Cold water makes you bleed faster, doesn't it?" she recalled.

It was just another day she had to herself when she decided to take a stroll in some of lesser known parts of the Konoha Public Library, in the section only known by "OTHER." She saw a white book with no title on its spine and curiously took a gander at it. The cover spoke of no title either, and much less an author. She opened the book and found small, intricate patterns of scribbles on every page. She knew they were words, but she found it difficult to decipher the scrawls, which slanted down because the writer had trouble writing on a blank page with no lines to guide his nonsense.

She sat herself down on the floor, not bothering to seat herself to a table, and began to work the gears in her mind to decipher the code. The handwriting was far from crude, but it was fancified to the point of illegibility. She flipped the pages, in a hopeful search of something less of a strain for her eyes. Occasionally, she would find certain scribbled crossed out, numbers, quotation marks, and a splatter of ink. At one point, the writer gives up completely on attempting to write in straight lines and fills the pages with a swirl of curled scribbles. As she realized that the scrawls were in the same style throughout the book, she hypothesized that it must have been written in a mad rush in one sitting. She's kept a diary before and knows that one's writing develops as they grow older.

Time was too flammable in her hands. She swore that she fell through a time warp. The sun was in the midst of its journey to the western horizon when she entered the library, yet when she exited, that flaming ball of light had barely peeked out of the eastern horizon.

The white book described an omnipresent fear of going blind in the dark. Death was a recurring theme that the writer gave thirteen dimensions to. Death of a pet, death of an ally, death of an enemy, death of a family member, death of a friend, death of a rival, death of a lover, death of a ruler, death of a follower, and death of life. Hinata found herself having to put down the book, still opened so as to not lose the page she was on, and pace in a circle to let each funeral that never existed sink into her mind.

And then she cried as she mourned Uncle Hizashi again, because the one million previous times deserves to be doubled and tripled until he earns what he deserves.

She kept on reading. The writer became an author, and her favorite one, at that. Unknown, but well-informed of reality and illusion. When he took a break from the stories that led to more stories, because somehow Hinata could only picture the author as a tortured young male, it was to continue the list he started at the thirteenth page. Seventy-two ways to kill, regardless of the intended victim or victims. Homicide, suicide, genocide. Mammals, reptiles, fish, birds. That's where she learned why her novels of depressed people always slit their wrists in bathtubs of cold water.

"You're not supposed to freak your patients out," Sasuke grumbled.

"You're also not supposed to give yourself patients by stabbing people, but at least I have the patience to deal with them." Ba-dum-tsss.

Hinata opened the lid of her tin container and scooped up a generous amount of ointment, emptying the container. She gently rubbed it onto Sasuke back. He clenched his fists, letting out an anguished grunt from gritted teeth. Steam from the healing wound rose.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad. I thought it was pretty pun-ny," Hinata joked.

"Shut the hell up. You're not helping."

Hinata smiled. I should never become a medic-nin. Ever. "The ointment only heals enough to close the wound. Anything under the skin hasn't been healed yet. Luckily for you, I didn't aim for any major arteries. Just don't move, or it will reopen. There's no more ointment left, so I can't help if you start bleeding again."

"Hn..."

Hinata laid her jacket out to dry. She wrung the bottom of her shirt. Could she have forgotten anything else? It's sunny enough so that they don't have to worry about hypothermia. She didn't have any warmth to offer him, anyway.

She activated her Byakugan to check on the S-ranked criminals. They're gone. She kept quiet of this knowledge, feeling merciful enough to not give Sasuke another thing to fret over. She deactivated her bloodline limit. For now, all they had to do was wait

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. For once, Hinata wanted Sasuke to pester her with a multitude of questions. In times like this, him trying to pry into her life would be comforting to her.

"Are you angry?"

"Fuck off."

Hinata instantly shut her mouth. Once again, she crossed the line. This time was different, though. She interfered with his plans to join Orochimaru to gain the power he needed to defeat his brother. No, she didn't just interfere; she helped crush his plans completely with the help of his brother. Plus, she stabbed him in the back and lost the remnants of the trust he had in her.

He should be glad that she didn't take Sakura's suggestion and gouged his eyes out, though. She sighed, deciding to show some mercy and give him some thinking time. She still needed to come up with an excuse to tell their teammates, anyway.

As if reading her mind, the Uchiha addressed this issue. "We're going to need a story to cover this up, won't we?"

Hinata was surprised that he was talking to her so soon, even if it was just for them to come up with an excuse to tell the others. She expected him to stay mute for a good 24 hours or so.

"Give me your hand."

Hinata suddenly began to hate herself again. Although some traces of frustration were still evident, he had willed himself to stay calm and forgive her, despite everything she has said and done to him. His voice was soft, yet firm, like a father taking his child out to ice cream after yelling at them too hard and causing them to cry, like the receding waves after a typhoon.

Deciding not to cause any grief for him for at least 48 hours, and maybe do something nice for him later, she walked to the front side of him, took a knee, and offered her hand to him.

She stared at her hand. Minutes ago, that hand had Sasuke's blood on it. She felt guilty for not feeling guiltier. The blood was gone, and all she had left was a memory. She didn't even know why she stabbed him. Never in her life has she felt her tongue lacking moisture, thirsting for blood. Did she get too lost in the moment? Does she hate him? But that's impossible. The only person she has to hate is herself.

"Turn around," he instructed. Although confused, she complied without a word, withdrawing her hand. He twisted her arm behind her and snapped her left wrist in one fluid motion. A loud crack echoed.

She bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming out, eventually causing her lip to bleed. Electric jolts of pain shocked whatever broken or twisted bone she had in her wrist, as if it were a vulnerable metal rod in a field during a thunderstorm. It burned like two sticks creating friction with one another to start a fire. Hot tears welled in her eyes.

The first thought that entered her mind was that he must really fucking pissed at her. Yet, she still had to admit that she deserved every crack and pop in her wrist.

Guess they'll call it even for today.

Hinata stared out of the window in the Hokage's office that gave a marvelous overview of the village. Tiny dots of lights from homes and stores sparkled. The night shaded everything darker than its original color, save for those lights. Those lights were strong enough to retain their own color, and then shine brighter. She took an obvious effort to avoid eye contact with Sasuke, who sat next to her.

Tsunade sat in her desk. Her elbows were propped up and her hands were folded. She didn't know what to say. All in all, everything that happened on the mission was her own fault. She couldn't scold Hinata for taking an extreme risk to protect her teammates. It was necessary, thanks to her faulty planning. She bit her red-painted lip. There's no way she could reveal to them the bigger plan behind the mission. Her amber eyes traveled down to Hinata's wrist, which was cradled meticulously in arms and covered by the sleeve of her jacket. "What happened to your wrist, Hinata?" the Hokage asked, her voice quieter and gentler than the genin expected.

Hinata looked like a deer caught in the headlights, as if she was assured that she could hide her broken wrist forever. She hesitated before giving her answer, letting her eyes fall to the floor. Surprisingly, she said her accusation confidently, as if her wrist was an expensive vase in an art museum that one of them accidentally knocked over. "Sasuke-san broke it."

"After you stabbed me in the back," Sasuke added.

"After he jumped off a cliff and dragged me down with him," Hinata finished. Sasuke stared at Hinata. That's our story?, he thought, thinking she could do better than a random, violent fiasco.

He went along with it anyway, amending his own bits into the story. "There was a lake below. It's not like I was dumb enough to kill the both of us."

Hinata wanted to roll her eyes. So he's going to take credit for my cleverness? Immature, but it doesn't matter. She shifted in her seat to feign embarrassment. "Y-Yeah... Sasuke-san had to save me from drowning, too..."

Tsunade stared, horrified and shocked by their explanation for her broken wrist. The two were surprisingly violent, as if they hated each other's guts, yet they seemed completely fine being in the same room together. She strung the entire story together in her mind. So, Sasuke jumped off a cliff and dragged Hinata down with her, so she stabbed him in the back, but he thought things through beforehand and they fell into a lake when they landed, which Hinata did not expect and caused Sasuke to save her from drowning, after which he broke her wrist for stabbing her. Honestly, she has had crazier things happen to her from adventures she had while drunk and running from her debts, so she accepted the story.

One question, though: "Why did you jump?"

Hinata stayed quiet, fresh out of ideas. She decided that it was Sasuke's turn to speak, so she left the duty of answering the question to him, since the question was addressing him. He took the cue, and looked to the side, regretting the moronic answer that was about to leave his lips.

"I wanted to fly."

Tsunade let his words melt into her mind. He wanted to fly... huh? She nodded. "I see. Sasuke, you're dismissed. Hinata, I'll treat your wrist."
Sasuke left the office quickly, avoiding the secret smirk on Hinata's face. As soon as he left the building, he leaned against the door behind him and sunk down to the ground. He covered his reddened face with his hands.

That was so stupid.

Hinata burst into laughter as soon as she exited the Hokage's tower, still habitually covering her mouth even though there was nobody to witness her smile. Holding in her amusement was a struggle. The entire situation was topped off with Tsunade's advice to Hinata afterwards. Men are crazy idiots. Just remember not to kill them completely. Then, she told her about the time she broke all of Jiraiya's bones when he peeked on her when they were younger. Wise words, Hokage-sama. Wise words, indeed.

She was surprised when she saw that Sasuke had waited up for her. He was jolted out of his own thoughts, quickly starting to boil over Hinata's. He knew exactly what she was still thinking about, but she didn't mind his intrusion into her privacy. He sat up and brushed nonexistent dust off of him. "Shut up, Hyuuga girl. This never happened."

The smile on Hinata's face said that she would never let him live this down. She bit her thumb. "That was the best lie I've ever heard. We should be partners in crime."

"Hell no." She only laughed harder at his tsundere response. He shoved his hands in his pocket. He was surprised that he felt something in there that he didn't remember putting in. He fished out the leather pouch Asuma gave him before they left for the mission. He smirked, dangling it in front of Hinata's face. "Oi, idiot Hyuuga girl, let's get something to eat."

Hinata beamed when she recalled the money. She thought for a second, wondering if she would get in trouble for staying out for so long. Who the hell is she kidding? She could have died on the mission, for all they cared. "Cake!" she excitedly declared.

Sasuke had no clue why girls were attracted to sugary, pink cakes and milkshakes. "Sweets rot your teeth. We're getting sushi."

Hinata wanted to stick her tongue out at Sasuke's healthy eating habits. What a lie. The only form of sweetness you'll ever get in life comes from sugar. "Eh... Sushi is gross." She tried to think of something that the both of them could agree on. "What about ramen?"

Once again, her suggestion was declined. Although, it might be that he's sick of ramen since he's on the same team as Naruto... "Isn't there enough to get desserts and sushi?"

Sasuke zipped open the pouch, peering inside at the bundles of valuable paper. Yes, there certainly is enough to get both, but he's not going to tell her that. He tried to recall what was in his kitchen. Leftovers, some disgusting chocolate cake from the neighbor next door, bread, and cat food. "Actually, I should probably do some grocery shopping..." Konoha's Only Supermarket should be open 24/7, if he remembered correctly.

"I'm still coming."

"Go home, idiot."

Hinata clasped her hands together and gave Sasuke the most pitiable look she could muster. "Please, Sasuke-kun? I-It's so scary at home! Otou-san yells at me, saying that I'm better off dead, a-and..."

Kami-sama, her home life was so tragic. "... Okay, okay! You can come! Just stop acting so pathetic and don't attract attention." Sasuke was pissed at how annoying she was being about this, but he also felt bad for her. He wished that she would stop taking advantage of her background to get what she wants. Even now, after she revealed her black side to everyone, she can still manage to persuade him to do whatever she wants.

Hinata's face automatically brightened up. "Really? Thank you so much, Sasuke-kun!" she said excitedly.

He rolled his eyes. Why was she so damn excited? It's just grocery shopping. Even though she looks cute when she's excited... His face reddened. He should be allowed to think of her as cute. He's a boy, after all. It's not like he has a crush on her. It's not like they're on a date. And it's not like she can read his mind.

"Is something wrong, Sasuke-kun?"

Sasuke started fast-walking to the grocery shop. "Hurry up, stupid Hyuuga girl! I'll leave you behind!" Was I being too obvious? Stupid!

"Ah... I'm coming!"

"You eat breakfast, right?" he asked.

Hinata ripped her gaze away from the check-out lanes. She was wondering if there were any more new employees, but that thought could be saved for later. "Breakfast? I don't wake up early enough for that. But I do eat brunch, lunch, linner, supper, and dinner."

He never realized that you could still eat more than the average person even if you skip breakfast. Her meal schedule did seem valid, so he didn't try to pressure her into shoving a banana down her throat first thing in... Apple. Shove an apple down her throat. Actually, never mind. Breakfast. That's all he needed to assure she had. He wasn't trying to be a mother hen, but it's a human necessity to eat three proper meals a day, and she would probably find a way to frame him if she ever died.

"So we're eating breakfast foods for dinner?" Hinata guessed.

Sasuke wasn't completely against the idea, since it was probably something the both of them could agree on, but he already had another craving in his stomach so she just has to suck it up. "Do you even know how late it is? We're eating dinner foods for an extremely early breakfast," he declared. He grimaced at his use of we. He had no idea when Hinata subconsciously pressured him into inviting her over and feeding her, but it happened.

He had to bask in his glory as a saint. How generous he is to put up with her bullshit and even consider his teammates while he's at it! He thought back to the freshest image he had of his apartment. It was always clean, for the most part. His mother remembered to teach him clean habits before she died, after all. But it would be warmer inside if she never did. He wouldn't even need to worry about an apartment if she didn't...

He rolled the cart to the fresh produce section. Hinata trailed closely behind him, eventually catching up and hopping on the side of the cart for a ride. He glared at her childish attitude. "Off. Now." He could finally relate to his mother about cart-hopping.

"Please? I never get to do this. I think this is my first time, actually."

Oh, right. Dead mother and abusive father. Can't she live out her suppressed childhood with someone else, though? "Can't you go grocery shopping with your brother?" Neji would probably love guarding a puerile Hinata. No... they're cousins. My subconscious didn't say that on purpose, did it?

Hinata was about to correct him before she remembered that he was right. Technically, he is her half-brother since their fathers were twins, and she even looked up to him as an older brother, but... Their relationship isn't like that anymore, and she could never cut her habit of calling him Neji-nii-san. Not now, not ever. She wasn't ready for that. "Can you?" she responded.

What does that mean? He knew that she was merely trying to avoid the question by answering with another question, but there was an itching feeling in the back of his head that was dying to tell him that there was a meaning behind her words that he needed to grasp. There would be a shining amethyst awaiting under layers of cave walls, and he just had to pick his way towards it, one rock chip at a time. Why? That was her response to his question, probing about Neji, but...

Nope. Not tonight. None of this deep, reflection shit tonight. The only thing they're digging into is a bowl of pasta with a side of salad. No desserts, either. Zero fucks will be given tonight.

"Whatever. Ride the cart. Get some candy. Do whatever the hell you please, Hyuuga brat. It's not like I can stop you." He strayed away from the cart, ogling a head of iceberg lettuce. It was flavorless, but still a classic to put in salads for its crunch. He would also need some tomatoes, carrots, croutons, salad dressing, and Parmesan cheese. He almost felt stupid for making her eat healthy, but... He'll also need some rice. You can't have a shinobi apartment without a hoard of rice, somewhere.

He ripped a plastic bag from a roll and put the head of iceberg lettuce in it. As he turned around, he noticed that his cart and Hinata were missing. Frantically, he looked around to find both, and caught Hinata rounding a corner recklessly. "You little bitch!" Fuck the fucks. He's going to have her head on a silver platter.

Sakura entered her house, making sure to properly align her shoes in that-one-place-where-the-shoes-go. "Tadaima," she whispered. She didn't turn on the lights because she knew it would wake up her parents. Besides, it wasn't too difficult to navigate through the house once you've adjusted to the darkness. She quickly absconded to her room.

With a tug of a beaded cord, the lamp flicked on. She tossed herself on her bed. This is the time where she mulls over the mission, sighing at her failures, and smiling stupidly at the funny moments.

Everything was so Hinata-centric. Sakura knew she was jealous of her stealing the spotlight. Not that I would've had it, anyway. She rolled over onto her stomach. How did Hinata capture Sasuke's attention so effortlessly and quickly? Hinata was living the exact life that Sakura has frivolously dreamed of for nights. They saved each other, teased each other, and Sasuke even got jealous of Naruto when he had Hinata by his side! It only took one mission for her to steal him away.

Sakura covered her head with a pillow. She's only trying to antagonize Hinata and avoiding the fact that there's a very big difference between them.

Bra size.

Stop fooling around, Sakura.

She proved herself to him. No, not even to him; to everyone, in general, including herself. She was able to negotiate herself into some kind of demonic deal with S-ranked criminals that managed to save her, Sasuke, and Naruto from the Akatsuki.

... But isn't that a bad thing? Even if it seemed like the best decision at the time, affiliating herself with Akatsuki will only lead to greater trouble later. Her loyalty to the village is under question. When he tried to confront her about it, even working himself up enough to yell at her for being an idiot for trying to sacrifice herself, she showed a darker side and laughed at him.

Could it be that Sasuke-kun is a masochist? Contemplating the idea, Sakura mused that she might not be too far from the mark. He must be attracted to people that he can't help but hate. He's so ignorant about the ways of romance that he can only classify any intense feelings he has for someone as abhorrence. What he's really looking for is a good rival. Either that, or he likes the bad girls...

Sakura had a big, goofy grin her face as she gushed over this. Th... That's so cute! Sasuke-kun is so naive that he doesn't even know love when he finds it! Except what he found was Hinata. And Hinata likes Naruto.

Oh. Oh! A golden opportunity has been opened up for her. She can be his rebound girl. The cute, nice friend. This happens all the time in the movies, so it must have a good reason. All she has to do is stay by his side, be kind to him, and wait. Waiting is crucial.

However, Sakura still had a few things to brush up on about romance movies. She mentally put a movie marathon on her agenda for tomorrow before happily drifting to sleep.

A sigh shattered a tense silence like thin ice, plunging the both of them into the cold waters of get-out-or-get-kicked-out. Hinata had tried her best to keep the conversation going. She savored each bite of Sasuke's homemade pasta and salad. However, the talk had to silence and the bowls had to be emptied eventually. She would have offered to help clean the dishes, but she knew that he would just to tell her that he would clean them later and perhaps encourage him to usher her out of his apartment quicker.

Hinata didn't want to go home. There was nothing to go home to. All she had was her room, whose walls could easily be seen through anyway. Everything felt so transparent, but in Sasuke's apartment, she could feel that the walls were solid. Even if they were thin, it was still a sufficient enough barrier to shield her from the world.

"Get out."

Ouch. That was blunt. Hinata clasped her hands together, praying to the O Great Saint that was Sasuke. She made sure her wrist brace was very much visible. "I really hate it at home. You have such a nice apartment. It's so," she paused, trying to find a better synonym for small, "kawaii. And cozy." She could see that he was offended by her interpretation of his abode. He didn't understand that it was a compliment. The small dimensions of his apartment was a comforting contrast to the open, spacious hallways of the Hyuuga estate.

It's terrifying to see so many shadows at night when all you wanted to do was grab a midnight bite. Sure, she could just use her Byakugan, but she didn't want to know what kind of demons were lurking. Probably her dead ancestors, haunting the halls because they couldn't rest in peace with someone as pathetic as her having a chance at gaining control of the clan.

"By no means is my apartment, as you put it, 'kawaii.' It was built for one person, and there is more than enough space to house one person. One-thousand two-hundred and eight square feet," Sasuke responded defensively. There is, in fact, enough space to house two persons, but hopefully she didn't know enough about apartments to figure that out.

Hinata looked around at the dining room. He had a point. For one person, the apartment was pretty luxurious. It was still smaller than her room, but it was also cleaner than her room. "Sorry, I didn't mean to insult your fortress of manlitude."

Manliness, Sasuke mentally corrected. Misspellings are too feminine for him. "Get out of my 'fortress of manlitude,'" he urges again, teasing her term, "I'm sure your clan is going to get suspicious if you stay over."

Hinata was dumbfounded by the reminder of the punishment that awaited her. She glanced at her wrist brace, wincing from phantom pain. She could still remember the pop of her fractured wrist. She could still go to the hospital and ask for a cast, but the interrogating questions at home still awaited her.

Sasuke cringed at the silence. He basically slapped her in the face by reminding her about what she had to go home to. He sighed angrily. This is so unfair. She was allowed to stomp all over the line, but when he accidentally grazed it, this happened. She reverted to a meek, passive servant-of-a-girl; the person she would be 24/7 if they didn't have that chance encounter at the training grounds that day.

It's crazy how close they have gotten since then. He declared his hatred for her a myriad of times, yet they ate dinner together in his apartment kitchen and joked about stupid things not worth mentioning. Why the hell did he let her in? He let her into his apartment, where Naruto has only visited once, but only to randomly tie him up for some weird reason and run off to do something even weirder and more random. He even cooked her dinner with ingredients that they shopped for together.

Maybe she's more than an evil bipolar girl that likes to harass his mind without even trying. Maybe she's... an acquaintance.

Suddenly, Hinata spoke up, with a renewed obstinate attitude. "Did you hit your head on a rock when we were falling off of that waterfall? We made a promise to each other. Don't you remember? You were the one that came up with the deal."

"Let's make a promise, then. I'll always be there for you, and you'll always be there for me. Fair enough?"

"I agree to those terms."

Hinata smiled at her victory. She knew that he was going to regret those foolish, foolish words. She just didn't know his regret would come so soon. "We're not just destined acquaintances. We're allies against the world."

That promise was... Fuck. Why was he so desperate to keep her in his life? Why the hell did he care so much? He stared down at his hands, to her wrist, and then to the hand that stabbed him in the back only hours ago. How did it feel to have his warm blood gushing onto her cold hands? He has a monster in his apartment. It takes a different kind of heart to be able to stab your own comrade. "You haven't been holding up your end of the deal," he argued.

She was quick to counter his accusation. "Haven't I? You're not ready to face your older brother. That's an undeniable fact. You would have been defeated before you could say 'Hinata was right' and Naruto-kun would have been captured. I'm surely not strong enough to face your older brother, so in short, it would have been a disaster."

Time to talk about feelings, then. "You took away the only chance of power that I need to face Itachi, with the help of Itachi."

Hinata slammed her non-crippled hand onto the table. Ouch. Note to self: don't do that. "You don't get it, do you? That was the best option I could have taken. It was either your future, or Naruto-kun's!" Her voice rose. She wasn't angry, but she had a serious point to make.

Sasuke grabbed her shoulders, sitting her back into her chair. "Shh, shh! I got it, okay?" he whispered. There were neighbors trying to sleep. They made enough noise hauling groceries at an ungodly hour of the night. He hated having visits from the landlord. Besides, it would be cowardly for him to go against the terms he set up himself.

"You can stay as many damn nights you want. Just keep it down, no smoking or drinking, and don't make a mess. Got it?"

Hinata beamed at the Uchiha, smiling brighter than an 80-watt light bulb. She looked happy enough to start clapping her hands in delight.

"I love you, Uchiha boy."

Oh geez. Throwing around words of affection to earn his trust back, huh? Maybe she's trying to reward him. She's such a spoiled bitch.

"Go to hell. I hate you."

You know, I wanted to post this chapter yesterday, but the website crashed on me while I was saving it bc I like writing the thing in the Edit Document thingy in the Doc Manager thingy. It's easier bc I put in the line breaks while I'm writing. Man, I have such a way with words.

I FREAKED OUT SO BADLY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I MESSAGED LIKE 80% OF MY FRIENDS ON FACEBOOK ABOUT HOW MUCH I WAS FREAKING OUT.

Luckily, most of the chapter was saved! I guess I saved it before it all crashed? Idk, but I'm really relieved that I didn't have to re-write a thousand words!

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