Surprise! Bet you guys didn't think that I'd upload two chapters in one hit, did you? I thought it would be a nice surprise :) in between school and other stuff going on, I got two chapters done. I'm actually kind of proud of myself for this accomplishment :D

So this chapter shall be interesting :3 hopefully you guys don't die of feels or growing romances. Nah, you probably won't XD but it'll be interesting to see how you react to this chapter anyway! I decided to put a little more cute stuff in this chapter since you guys have been waiting patiently for romantic goodness. The really romantic stuff will come along soon, but for now, enjoy some extra doses of fluff :)

I'm thinking of bringing Cheyenne back into the story at some point. I'm still playing with the idea. I think I approve so far XD

I may re-upload this chapter with song lyrics... *looks around* if I don't get avalanched by a particular group of so-called "mods". Something went down over one of my songfics, and I'm still sorta paranoid. *puts on tin foil hat* For New Zealand (^._.)^

I don't own TMNT. If I did, I wouldn't have to wear this hat- I'd have four badass ninja turts to protect me :D

One of Eric Sacks' favourite things to do was surprise people.

Whether it involved spilling his newest master plan to the Shredder or unexpectedly waltzing into random facilities, he loved surprising others. Take young Declan Scott (well, young compared to Sacks himself) for example. He wasn't expecting a visit from his employer so early in the morning.

Now Declan had been working his ass off for several months in a row, and was clearly lacking sleep judging by the dark circles under his eyes. Either that or he used a lot of eyeliner, because Sacks took him for a so-called "emo kid." He needed to grow up. He was what, thirty-something years old now?

Back to the no sleep issue. Did Sacks care? Of course not. Mr Scott was getting a shitload of money for the work he was doing, and was in on a few secrets that not many people knew about. Sacks would say that he's special.

Then there was Declan's wife. She was a beautiful woman, though quiet and rather introverted. Sacks knew when someone was carrying a large burden on their shoulders, and Mrs Scott was carrying a pretty big one. As Declan often mumbled, she wasn't the same as she used to be. It was like someone had come along and sucked the life out of her.

Deciding that it wasn't worth caring about, Sacks waltzed into Declan's little hideout around 6am. The fidgety engineer who lacked a degree (which Sacks also didn't really care about) didn't register Sacks' presence until the older man coughed. Declan's head shot up, and bits of metal flew out of his hands.

Sacks watched those bits of metal clatter to the ground. "Oops."

"Crap." Declan scrabbled frantically to pick up the scattered pieces, dumping them on his desk as he went. "I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't expecting to see you-"

"It's perfectly fine. I wouldn't have been expecting to see myself either."

Declan hesitated and gave a short nod, obviously realising that his boss was rather odd borderline insane. "Right."

"My apologies. That was a terrible joke." Sacks said dryly. "Now, onto more business-esque stuff. You have a little secret that I need to be let in on. See, it's all classified stuff, but it's rather important to me."

Declan glanced around nervously. "I don't know what you're talking-"

"Yes you do, Declan." Sacks chuckled. "Come on, use your brain. We're talking about something that happened about fifteen years ago. There were several cold-blooded organisms involved…"

Declan immediately tensed up, and dropped what he was holding. "With all due respect, sir, I don't like to talk about it."

Sacks ignored him. "My resources tell me that you're the little bastard who set the test subjects free. Is that true, Declan? You can tell me. I swear I won't get angry."

Declan seemed to be considering it, but in the end he knew there was no escaping this. "They were my pets, so I couldn't let them…"

He trailed off. "Be subject to… nevermind."

"Cool." Sacks shrugged. "I appreciate your honesty. I'm not going to get angry, because I've been told that the females are still alive and somewhere in New Jersey. So that means they can't be with you, and you haven't been hiding them from me. I'll let you off the hook this time."

Declan looked up. "What exactly do you want with them?"

"Oh, nothing too special." Sacks paused. "Sorry, slip of the tongue. That was a lie. See, the whole project thing fifteen years back, well… I was developing a mutagen with cellular-level healing properties. The first project failed, so I tried a second attempt with your pets. That one failed because you intervened and practically ruined everything. But since they're alive and all mutated, I still have a chance at achieving dual city domination. All I need is to extract their blood and get the last of that mutagen… even if it kills them."

Declan's eyes widened, and he froze in his seat. "K-kills them, sir?"

"That's right. And if you tell me where they are, we can put this all behind us. You can keep working for me and live to see your wife again, I can fulfil my life's dream. We'll both be happy. All I need is a little co-operation from you."

"…"

"Tick, tock…"

"… my old house in New Jersey." Declan spat. A look of guilt washed over him. "I left them when I came here."

"Really? And you know I can see why you would." Sacks chuckled. "It's probably no fun housing a bunch of mutants… you probably got a few weird looks, right? Back to the subject. An ex-employee of mine searched your old house and didn't find any trace of them. So where could they be now?"

Declan's shoulders loosened, and his expression softened. "I… I don't know, sir."

Sacks considered his employee's reply for a moment, then exhaled deeply through his nostrils. "Okay. Fair enough. I'm just going to assume that they're somewhere in New Jersey, so I'd better get to work on tracking them down."

He got off of Declan's desk. "Thanks for your time. You can go back to work now."

He only reached the door when Declan stopped him again. "Sir?"

Sacks turned. "Yes?"

Declan gave his employer a grave look. "Please just… don't hurt them. They've been hurt enough."

The older man smiled, though it wasn't the type of smile you'd necessarily trust. "I can't guarantee that, Declan."

After her ridiculously early talk with Emilie and her morning training session, Anna found herself wanting to hang out with Donatello and admire him afar, so she made a beeline for the console room. Aside from the usual awkwardness, Donatello was more than happy to have Anna's company, especially since he had someone to show off his latest gadget to.

"It's a blender." He told her excitedly. "Whoever threw it out wasted a decent appliance. All it needed was a little rewiring, and now it's in factory condition. I've tested it and everything."

"Do people throw out stuff like that?"

"All the time. Wealthier people tend to 'replace' cheaper objects with the latest state-of-the-art models, when in actual fact the original model is generally better performance wise. I usually salvage parts, but only buy things if it's completely necessary. I know what you're thinking- I had a job in Tech Support for a while. The pay was good, but it just didn't interest me. I had to deal with people constantly complaining about 'faulty software'."

"Did you make this?" Anna asked, gesturing to the toaster on the other side of the bench.

"No." He replied. "That one's beyond the state of repair, so I'm planning to take it apart. Just don't touch it- the wiring is extremely defective, and could likely spontaneously combust."

He got up, and put his coffee aside. Over the time she'd gotten to know him, Anna had found that Donnie was a coffee addict. "I think I've misplaced the wrench. Could you hold on for a moment while I go get it?"

She nodded. "Okay."

He gave her a nervous smile, then promptly left the room in search of the missing wrench. Anna sat still for a moment, her eyes wandering over blueprints, random images, a collection of chemicals, scraps of metal and unfinished gadgets. It was practically geek paradise. Anna wondered if Donnie would rather while away his time tinkering with technology than train. She knew that she'd much rather play around and make mischief than train.

Her eyes fell on the toaster. It certainly looked like a rather flashy model, but it looked nowhere near defective. Feeling a little intrepid, Anna reached out and lightly poked the toaster. Nothing. Disappointed, Anna sighed and rested her chin against her hands. She stared at the toaster for what felt like forever, then quickly scanned her surroundings to see if Donnie was nearby. With a playful gleam in her eyes, Anna reached out again and pushed the lever on the toaster down. Once again, nothing exciting happened. Now impatient, Anna repeatedly pushed the lever, and on the sixth push, the visible wiring in the machine sparked. She quickly moved away as the toaster continued scintillating, thick smoke billowing into the air. In seconds it was up in flames.

In a state of nervous panic, she got up off of her chair and started running around the room. "I didn't touch it! I didn't touch it!"

Donatello came back in an instant, obviously having heard the commotion. He unplugged the toaster immediately and threw a heavy cloth over it so as to block off the supply of oxygen. He waited until the flames died down, then turned to Anna. "You touched it, didn't you?"

"No!" She hesitated. "... yeah, maybe a little..."

Silence fell over the room, and she compensated for it by quickly explaining why she'd ignored him. "I just couldn't help it. When somebody tells me not to touch something, I can't myself. I didn't think I could set it on fire."

"I did tell you that it could spontaneously combust."

"... I didn't know what that word meant."

Donatello sighed irritably and rubbed a hand over his face. "You are literally the female reincarnation of Mikey. But at least you're honest."

Stricken, Anna focused on the floor, scuffing her feet. "I understand if you're mad at me-"

"I'm not really mad." With that comment she looked up hopefully, to see that he was trying hard to manage a smile. "To be honest, I'm kind of amused. It's a comical situation, despite all it's seriousness."

She so didn't understand what he said, but she agreed anyway. "Mhm. But you said you still wanted to use it-"

"For scrap metal." He responded, removing the cloth from the toaster and quickly inspecting it. Satisfied, he turned back to her. "There's no way I'd use the wiring in the first place. And the metal isn't completely scorched, so I can still use it."

Anna lit up. "So Anna isn't bad?"

He chuckled. "No, Anna isn't bad."

God, he was sweet. Literally the only person who didn't respond to her like she was a dog. Since she was easily confused, her sisters simply told her "bad Anna" and left it at that. "I'm sorry for setting the toaster on fire."

"It happens." He seemed iffy about it, but at least he was trying to move past it. "I can compensate with that telescope you put together."

"I didn't put it together." She felt a pang of guilt, and screwed her eyes shut. "That was Cecilia. I just asked her to do it. I can't put anything together."

She waited for a disappointed response, but received the opposite. "I figured. But it was still a nice gesture, I guess. I was actually wondering if... uh..."

His voice gradually tailed off. "... if you wanted to accompany me to test it out sometime next week."

Anna's heart skipped a beat, and she fought down a swallow. Upon replying, her voice was dry. "... yeah."

Donatello lit up. "R-really? Are you sure? I know I'm not the most entertaining person on the planet and that you'd probably much rather have my brother's company, but I can sort of tutor you on the astrological phenomena-"

She giggled. "You're funny. I'd love to hang out with you."

"Really?" He repeated, his face gradually going red.

Anna beamed, her heart thundering in her chest. "Really."

Over the course of the few weeks the girls had been there, Mikey had started to notice the little things about Sonia that he found crucial for impressing her. She'd read four or five books in her spare time, including Memoirs Of a Geisha, the original Frankenstein, a novel on the history of ancient Egypt and The Virtues Of War: A Novel of Alexander the Great. The other one was elusive, and she was now absorbed in the classic The Great Gatsby. Now and again she narrowed her eyes and flicked back through pages, reading over passages she couldn't quite interpret, but in the course of a day she'd almost finished the book. So Mikey made a mental note to remind himself that Sonia loved to read when she thought nobody was around to irritate her.

However, this didn't stop Mikey from unintentionally irritating her. "Hey, beautiful, whatcha readin'?"

Sonia didn't look up from her book. "A complicated yet moving novel where the title character constantly refers to the narrator as "old sport"."

"That's like a super ancient way of saying "bro", right?"

"If that's what you want to call it, then sure."

Her lips were drawn in tightly, her expression plainly showing that she wanted to be left alone. So Mikey left her to her book for a little while, and continued his daily jaunt by jokingly calling his brothers "old sport." It didn't take him long to get bored with that, so he returned to Sonia with high hopes that she'd tolerate, or even better, enjoy his company. She was so immersed in the novel that she didn't even notice him enter the room.

"So, angelcakes." Mikey cleared his throat. "Sometime when you're not busy or whatever, we should go out. I know this pretty rad beach where we can walk and stuff, or if you're not into that-"

Sonia sighed irritably, closed her book and got up. "I need to exercise."

"Yeah, I knew you were into that kind of thing. We could be workout buddies. I'm kickass at pumping iron, and I can bench like 600 pounds."

Sonia glanced around, frowning, then her eyes moved back to Mikey. "Who are you trying to impress, exactly?"

Ouch. "Wow, angelcakes, you seriously have some attitude issues."

Sonia's temper was close to exploding, so she focused on breathing to calm herself down. She had to hold respect for this guy- he was, after all, the reason she was alive and well. "Look, Michelangelo-"

"Mikey."

"Mikey." Sonia corrected herself, and sighed. "I'm... flattered... that you're interested in me, but I have a duty which is to my family. So simply put, I do not want to date you. Are we clear?"

"Oh, come on, you don't know what you're missing out on here." Mikey said jokingly. He paused. "You sure?"

Finally he seemed to be getting it. "Very sure."

At this point Sonia expected Mikey to accept her unrequited feelings and sulk for an unpredictable period of time, but she wound up surprised rather quickly. He broke out into a cheerful smile, tiny flecks of light dancing in his mellow gaze. Blue orbs met smouldering chestnut, causing the latter to narrow in askance.

"Lighten up and live a little, baby girl. We ain't got forever, y'know." Mikey maundered, his voice bouncing on an upbeat timbre. "Once we save the world together, you'll be so into me. But if you change your mind before that, you always find me-"

He pointed to her plastron where her heart lay beneath. "- in here."

He left the room with a spring in his step, Sonia watching him with an arched brow ridge. So that was a rather unexpected reaction to rejection, but nevertheless, she found herself admiring his ability to pick himself up and continue on with a positive disposition. It was a quality she herself struggled to maintain, yet had always respected in another individual. Michelangelo just happened to be the primary individual with that quality.

And aside from being irritating, he was oddly charming. In a way.

After a light dinner of steamed vegetables with udon, Emilie headed for the dojo to get some practice in. Since last night's incident she'd decided that she'd focus on her training more, as she'd come to realise that she did value her life. That and she wanted to finally shut Sonia up about the importance of training.

Raphael happened to be in the dojo when Emilie arrived there, and he was doing push-ups while using rather heavy-looking dumbbells. Emilie hesitated for a split second, eyes locking on Raphael, then slowly moved to the weight machine and sat down to watch him.

He stopped for a moment and looked over his shoulder, so she quickly averted her eyes and pretended to be evaluating the weight machine. Raphael shook his head at her, but turned back to his exercises anyway. Emilie swallowed, watching with a craving gaze as Raphael deliberately turned his body a little more towards her and continued flexing, allowing her a muscle-filled view. Jeeesus...

"Enjoying the show, half pint?"

Emilie was immediately pulled out of her daze. She caught the playful gleam in Raphael's eyes, and her cheeks reddened.

"Emilie." She retorted, her voice dry. "The name is Emilie."

He rolled his eyes. "Right. Forgot about that. So now that's outta the way, are you just gonna sit there starin' or what?"

Seeing that as her cue to make it look like she had a purpose for being there, Emilie got up and moved to the punching bag. "Hell no, what do you think I am? I came here to beat the living shit out of this thing."

Raphael raised a brow ridge, obviously unimpressed. "The punching bag?"

"Yeah." Emilie glanced between the punching bag and Raphael, wondering if the latter would be a better option for beating up. "... yeah, the punching bag."

Raphael stopped what he was doing, got up and rolled his shoulders to relieve them from the strenuous exercise. "Alright. You gonna hit or not?"

"Yeah." She repeated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She stared at the bag for a moment, feeling rather intimidated by the idea that Raphael was watching her. She didn't move.

Raphael crossed his arms. "I'm waitin'."

"Okay, fine!" Emilie snapped, her face heating and her hands curling into fists. She pulled back her right arm, breathed out, and launched her fist forward. Her knuckles collided with the hard object, causing a jolt of pain to shoot up her arm and into her shoulder. She pursed her lips and ignored the pain, this time launching her left fist into the bag. This time it hurt more, and she grunted on impact.

"You're hittin' it wrong." Raphael chided. He approached Emilie, and held his fist up. "You ain't using your fist right- you gotta keep your fingers aligned and your wrist straight, or you're gonna break your wrist.

"And hit with this part," he gestured to his proximal phalanges, "not your knuckles."

He turned to the punching bag. "Watch."

Emilie sullenly crossed her arms and watched as Raphael pulled his arm back and launched his fist forward, making heavy impact with the punching bag. It swung away from him, and he caught it again in time before it hit Emilie. He glanced at her. "Got it?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, sure, whatever. I guess."

"So try again."

Emilie sighed in exasperation, turned to face the punching bag, and flexed her fingers before curling them into fists. Before she could think she hit out at the bag, and missed entirely. Embarrassed, Emilie ducked her head, and crossed her arms again. Tears stung in the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away.

It was Raphael's turn to sigh. "Come on, half pint, at least try to hit the damn thing-"

"My name is Emilie!" She shrieked, and burst into tears then and there. "You're such a fucking asshole! I get that I'm short and weak and whatever, but even when I try to do something you completely shove it back in my face. I'm over it, okay!? I get it enough from Sonia, and God, you're so much worse than her!

"It's all 'Emilie, you can't do anything right' and 'you've had your heart broken, big deal, get over it.' It's hard enough being incompetent with everything, but when someone turns around and says I don't have a right to feel a certain way is what really gets to me. How can anyone tell me how to feel when they haven't been through the same thing? I'm the only one who was stupid enough to believe a human would accept me, and I'm reminded every single day that I fucked up. And just being reminded about it hurts like hell."

"Hey. Look at me." She reluctantly looked up, and met his calm gaze. He reached out, and gently ran his thumbs under her eyes, wiping away her tears. "You may be short, but you sure know how to stand tall if you can go through all that and still find something to live for. Took me ages to understand that."

He gave her a sympathetic look. "And you sure as hell don't deserve to have your heart broken again."

Emilie gazed up at Raphael with blurry eyes, and blinked away the last of her tears. She managed a cocky grin. "I guess I can stand by what I said earlier- you're not that bad."

"Took you that long to admit it, huh?" He returned the smirk. "You okay now, little miss sunshine?"

She nodded and wiped her eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you."

"Don't sweat it." He glanced from her to the punching bag. "You gonna try again?"

"... I don't think I can."

"Keyword: try." He moved behind her, took her right arm, and straightened it up. He pulled her arm back, then straightened it out again. "That's how you hit- you're gonna rotate your fist when your arm sails in. You got that?"

Her skin felt hot on contact with his, and she fought to stop herself from melting into his touch. "Yeah, I've got it."

She pulled back her arm, assuring it was straight, and exhaled deeply through her nose. She propelled her fist forward, rotating her fist slightly as she went, and the punching bag swung slightly upon contact. She flexed her fingers, taking note of the lack of numbness, and realised she'd made a successful hit. She lit up, and turned to Raphael. "Holy shit. I did it! I actually fucking hit the thing!"

He crossed his arms. "I told you you could do it."

She chuckled. "No you didn't, you just said 'keyword: try.'"

Raphael managed a small smile. "Was behind you all the way."

Emilie's heart skipped a beat, and she stumbled. Taken aback, she could only murmur, "thank you."

The following week...

Emilie and Raphael's expedition was still a relatively interesting subject throughout the week, in which they were both given stick about sneaking out let alone together. Emilie chose to ignore her sisters and focus on her training, to which she'd decided to commit her time. She had been training with Donatello and focusing on the importance of strategy for that first week, then switched partners so she had Raphael. At least at this point in time she didn't want to tear his throat out. Poor Cecilia looked relieved to have a change in partner though, since she and Raphael had completely different ideals. She'd quietly mentioned to her sisters that Raphael was possibly the most intimidating person she'd ever met. That was understandable, though. She hadn't met many people.

Upon the last session before they switched partners, Raphael suggested a sort of 'team deathmatch' if you will. Leonardo was all for a bit of friendly competition, though he was unsure about the girls. So he suggested putting Cecilia and Anna up against each other, and taking Raphael head on himself. Cecilia wiped the floor with her younger sister, then stubbornly challenged Sonia. It turned out that challenging Emilie would have been a better bet- Sonia absolutely wasted her in seconds.

"Cecilia will not be training this evening." Master Splinter announced the next training session. "As you can see, she is injured. So she will be watching and observing the session."

"What even happened to you?" Emilie asked, her eyes trained on Cecilia.

Cecilia grimaced. "Ask Sonia."

Sonia sat up. "It was an accident, Cecilia. I've apologized enough, so you don't need to keep bringing it up."

The eldest of the sisters rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'll explain it then. We were sparring and I had to keep practicing evasion. She was supposed to go easy on me, but she kicked me in the left side of my waist and tore the muscle."

"Like I said," Sonia growled, "it was an accident."

"But it still happened, even after you were told to go easy on me."

"Just drop it, Cecilia." Emilie sighed. "You're injured, Sonia apologized, everything's fine. Stop talking about it."

"Cause the players gonna play play play play play," Anna murmured, "and the haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate-"

Emilie reached out and kicked her. "That song is horrible. Shut up."

"Girls," Master Splinter chided. "Focus. You have been training for a number of weeks, and so far I am seeing good progress. As you have all trained with my sons, I believe you will have learnt from them and used those lessons to shape your own abilities. But today onward you will have a different partner who will further help you to expand on your knowledge. Sonia, you will train alongside Leonardo. Emilie, Raphael. When Cecilia is well, she will train with Donatello."

He turned to Anna, and suppressed a sigh. "Anna, your partner will be Michelangelo. However, you must remain attentive. All I ask is that you focus."

He looked up as the boys silently entered the dojo. "Donatello, as Cecilia is injured, you may train alone or with Michelangelo and Anna. They could use a more focused role model."

"I have a few things that need fixing-"

"You have been up all night, my son. I suggest you take a break from those duties."

Donatello hastily glanced in Anna's direction, then back at Master Splinter. "... I'll train with them."

Master Splinter nodded. "Then it is settled. You all may begin your training. Hajime!"

They moved off to their allocated partners to resume training, while Cecilia sat beside Master Splinter and watched from afar. As soon as Anna was near her training partners, she jumped on Mikey's back, giggling. "Mikey!"

Mikey staggered upon impact, regained his balance, and burst out laughing. "Whoa, angelcakes! I totally didn't see that coming!"

He hooked his hands under her knees so as to prevent her from falling off. "Where to, princess?"

Donatello frowned, confused. "Uh, Mikey-"

"To Neverland!" Anna cried.

"Shouldn't we train-"

"To Neverland!" Mikey repeated, and broke into a run around the dojo with Anna giggling and clinging to his shell. Master Splinter happened to notice this, and moved from his observation point to stand beside Donatello.

"I agree with you, my son." His eyes followed the two younger terrapins. "It is not a time to play games. Perhaps that will be Anna's focus for the session."

Once Mikey and Anna were close by, Master Splinter banged his staff on the ground, which immediately caught their attention. "Both of you- enough. Michelangelo, you will train with Donatello for the rest of the session."

He turned to Anna, who sheepishly climbed off of Mikey's back. "Anna, it is critical that you focus on your training. Have you remembered any of your lessons with Leonardo?"

Anna cringed. "Kinda..."

"I take it you are not an audial learner." Master Splinter assumed. "It is easy to become distracted, and even easier to fall behind. I think it would help to extend your morning session by one hour- that is until you are at the level of your sisters."

Anna cocked her head to one side, eyes half-lidded. "Huh?"

Master Splinter frowned. "Were you listening, my dear?"

The young terrapin nodded, ducking her head. "Yup."

Master Splinter could sense that something was wrong. "Are you alright? If you are not feeling well, I would suggest that you go and rest somewhere quiet."

"I'm okay." Anna protested tenuously. "My head just hurts a little."

She turned to face Mikey, swaying slightly, and frowned. "Mikey-"

Concerned, Mikey reached out to steady her. "Angelcakes, you don't look so good. You sure you're feelin' okay?"

"Yeah." Anna murmured. She shook her head. "I'm fine-"

She lost control of her legs and stumbled, reaching desperately for Donatello, and grabbed his arms with a feeble grip. Numb, light-headed and frightened, she reached for Donatello's shoulders and slumped against his plastron, her flushed cheek cooling upon contact with his pectorals. "Donnie-"

Donatello's fingertips lightly pressed against Anna's heated forehead, bringing away light moisture upon removing his hand. "She's running a high temperature. Anna, can you stand up straight?"

Anna nodded and held onto Donatello's shoulders, steadying herself. "Mhm."

She took a step back, muscles twitching slightly. "See? I'm..."

Her eyelids drooped, and her hands fell to her sides. "... okay..."

The last thing she remembered was Donnie and Mikey rushing towards her before her body hit the floor.

Uh oh, Anna passed out ;o; at least there's a genius amongst them *cough, Donnie* who will find out what's wrong. I wonder if you guys can guess what's wrong with her?

So obviously in the next chapter we'll find out why Anna fainted, but I'd like to focus on another pair in the next chapter. Who would you readers like to see interacting? Cecilia and Leo, or Sonia and Mikey? I'm all for suggestions :)

Or would you like another April chapter? (considering her first appearance was rather weak in terms of my writing) or maybe a little Karai feature? OR a pairing-focused chapter with an April/Karai feature? I think I'm getting a little too excited right now ._. I should probably go and sleep before I explode from excitement.

So which pairings are your favourite? Who would you guys want to end up together? I'd love to hear what you all think :)

Reviews, favourites, follows... they're all still welcome :D stay tuned for chapter 11!