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Authors Notes:

This chapter is a bit slow on the pacing. It basically answers some questions in the earlier chapters. By the way, if I might have a slow time in updating the next chapters, it's because I'm having a terrible time of rethinking the flow of the story. I originally planned the war to be almost non-existent, just on the background. Well, no major battle scenes will appear, but there might be a fight or two.

Zeroeye: I guess my creative juices were just flowing that time.

Abel Nightcross: Well, I guess you'll have to wait for a while then.

Halo expert: They're not just in the middle of it, they're on rock bottom.

YoungKonoha: Thanks.

Now for the story indicators:

"Word" Spoken out loud

"Word" Thoughts

"WORD" Scream/Shouts

***** Change in location, or in some cases time (as in flashbacks)

This fanfic is rated Mature for the use of cigarettes, alcohol consumption, profanity, and other mature elements and themes.

Reader discretion is advised.

Now on with the story!

Chapter 10: Down Memory Lane

Keitaro felt someone tap his shoulder.

"That's McGinty's." the man said with his finger pointing to the blue neon sign.

"Um, yeah I know. I was looking for it."

"You've been mumbling that name, just felt that I needed to point to you."

"Uh, sure, thanks."

"You're welcome." with that man went on his way. Keitaro scolded himself inside his head. He was so engrossed in repeating the name on his head that he did not notice he was already mumbling. No doubt, the people who saw him, might have mistaken him for some lunatic. Pushing the door open, he saw Jimmy huddled in his stool near the counter. He walked up on him and greeted his drinking buddy, "Hey there, been some time."

"Well, what do you know? The legend returns. You going to a funeral?"

"Ha, ha, very funny Jimmy," Keitaro sat beside the magician and continued, "You should look at yourself. That gray suit again? Don't tell me you're afraid of water."

"I like gray suits. Doesn't tell much about the person wearing."

"Yeah, you look so damn ordinary, that no one will miss you if you were gone."

"Less attention to myself, the better. Anyway, how are the sob stories?"

"How about a drink first?"

"Been waiting for you just to ask that," he called out the bartender, "Maiko-chan, two shots of Jack Daniel's for our starter, then we'll call you for beer."

"Sure thing Jimmy," the bartender replied as she began to pour the Tennessee whiskey into shot glasses, "Here you go."

Taking their drinks and saying their thanks, the two men continued where they left.

"So, how's the business with your clones?" Jimmy asked.

"So far so good. I guess."

"What's so good?"

"I managed to make peace with some of them."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They weren't so hard to deal with after all. All I needed was backbone."

"Happy for you."

"Thanks," Keitaro then noticed that they have not yet drank the shots, "So how about we start this drinking session?" he said as he raised his shot glass.

Jimmy did the same, "Cheers then."

"Same to you Jimmy."

They felt a tinge of relief as the whiskey went down and burned their throats. The bartender, seeing that they have already downed their starters, opened two bottles of beer and placed it in front of them.

"Thanks, Maiko-chan." Jimmy said.

"No problem," the bartender smiled and asked, "So what you've been doing this days? Looks like you got yourself a stray puppy."

"Well, they always called me a lone wolf."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the bartender asked.

"Nothing really."

Maiko gave out a slightly irritated puff of wind, "Well, just call me if you need anything more."

"I'll do that," turning his attention to Keitaro, the magician asked, "So, you happy with them now?"

"The girls or the clones?"

"Both."

"Well, I guess I really can't say that. The past few days seemed like an emotional roller-coaster."

"How is that so?"

"To start off, I gave up on my girl. She seemed to more happy with my clone."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, ouch," Keitaro took his beer and downed it in one big gulp. Jimmy was quite surprised at what he saw, "Damn it Taro, don't tell me you want a drinking contest."

"Eh? I just downed one beer, what's up with that?"

"I swear, you weren't even breathing. Anyway, come on, what about the sob story?"

"Ha," Keitaro's face brightened up with a triumphant smile, "I became the man."

"You were the woman before?"

"No," the kanrinin scowled, "What I wanted to say was that I took some responsibility. Hell, I made those clones of mine work their assess off."

"And?"

"And? Well, they listened. I guess they were all shocked. Now that I think about it, you must have some effect on me."

"Meaning?"

"You know...it's quite irritating hearing you answer me with only one word."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow then gave a mischievous smile, "Anything else?"

"Oh come on Jimmy! Be serious."

"Alright, alright, I'll be serious now."

Keitaro continued, "Well, to start off, I got a little bit caustic for some time. Hell, you should have seen me out there. By the way, remember the time that you got rid of my dreams?"

"You want them back now?"

"No, no, it's just that it seems that I'm missing some pieces. I mean, it's like a week or two just passed me by. I don't remember that much. Did you remove them?"

"No, of course not," the magician frowned, "I don't make people forget unless they want to. You only wanted your dreams out."

"Did you see them? My memories? I'm wondering why I forgot."

"I have the power to look at them, but I chose not to, privacy issues and all. Besides, I'm quite skilled with that kind of magic. I know I won't fuck up just like that."

"Then..." the kanrinin's words trailed off for a while, "Why can't I remember?"

"I don't know," Jimmy said as he took a sip from his beer, "But you should know, that sometimes, people do it to themselves."

"Do what?"

"Forget. Sometimes people just forget. And they don't need magic to that. Reminds me of a story I know. You wanna listen up?"

A small laugh escaped from Keitaro, "Sure why not? You're quite the storyteller. But wait...does it begin with a 'once upon a time' kind of thing?"

"Taro my boy," the magician said as he breathed deep to tell his story, "Like I said before, all fucked up stories begin with a 'once upon a time'..."

*****

"There was this guy, a total family man, if you ask me. He was the usual executive, got a good position in the company, got some friends upstairs, and a salary that anyone would kill for. The wife was the high-school sweetheart, prom queen, teenage beauty and all that. The kind of ditz that gets knocked up at age sixteen, then becomes a freaking baby factory. Never knew why the poor bastard loved her, but who am I to judge? Got no girl or wife for myself. Anyway, three kids came out in succession, two girls and a boy. Slimy little bastards, if you ask me; banging their heads on the wall if they don't get what they fucking want. But he was a stupid bloke. Stupid and loving bloke he was, he didn't mind. Inside his head, everything was in order. What more could he ask for? Unlike us, life was good for him. At least that's how saw it through his rose-colored glasses."

"But everything just needs to end, doesn't it? Life can't keep giving you a free fuck no matter how much you beg. And so, it all happened when the postman rang twice. The wife was bored and horny as hell, the kids were out for school, and the husband was at the office, or so she thought. It was their anniversary that day, the hubby left the office early to buy roses and make reservations at some posh restaurant. Surprise, surprise. The wife was already eating a long, thick, and fat sausage that would make a first-class racing horse red in envy. He didn't know what to do, he just stood there by the slightly opened door, watching his wife and the postman do it like dogs."

"Then everything faded to black. He found himself at the door again with a sweet Remington 870 in his hands. The postman never had a chance. His head got blown off in a very messy way. Mind you, I'm talking about the head on top. The wife was luckier, or maybe not. She didn't get the lead right away. Guess, it's because she kept on shouting: 'Oh honey, baby, so sorry baby, I was thinking about you all the time! I pwomise! I pwomise! I won't do it again. I wuv you! I wuv you!'. But I guess, it's hard to take that seriously if you see your cheating wife still 'attached' to a dead guy. To make the story short, he used the shotgun's stock to make her head a bloody piece of paper-maché."

*****

"Thats..." Keitaro eyes were filled with utter horror with the story, "So fucked up."

"And they make soap operas out of that."

"What happened next?"

"The guy went back to high school."

"He was an executive who murdered his wife! Why would he go back to high school?"

"Well his head went back to high school."

"You mean..."

"Go ahead, figure it out."

Keitaro paused for a while, oiling the gears inside his head. Then his eyes lit up with the realization, "With what he saw and what he did he just blanked out? Forgot everything? Went back to happier times?"

"Do you daydream, Taro?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"Well, there was a time when I thought that I failed to get into Toudai for the third time. I ran away on a ship. Dreaming that I'll be in the freezing mountains with nothing but wolves for friends."

"So that's it, you got it Taro. People do it themselves. We always try to forget those kind of memories, especially when the times are bad. There's this oyster shell, a prison, where we lock ourselves, trying to think of the happier days. The same thing happened to that man. I guess we'll never really know, if he felt guilt and remorse for what he did, but I guess that doesn't matter. He must have loved his wife so much, that when he killed her, he went back to his high school memories. Trying to keep her alive in that mental prison."

"So what does this mean? I saw something so traumatic I wanted to forget? What could that ever be?"

"You tell me. Who knows, maybe they were having a freaking orgy and you never got invited."

"Oh come on Jimmy, be serious already!" Keitaro belted out as he heard the incredulous scenario that Jimmy had painted for him.

"Alright, okay, relax," the magician snickered. He finished his beer first and ordered two more bottles for them before he continued, "Look I'm no psychologist, but if you really did blank out then you must have seen something that had a profound impact on you. I don't know, maybe it may have been something trivial, maybe not. Or maybe..."

"Maybe what?" the young man waited for the answer with great anticipation.

Jimmy bit his lip, guesswork was something he hated, but it had to do for an answer, "Or maybe...well, I'm just guessing, okay? Maybe...you wanted to forget."

"Why would I want to forget?"

"Why do you want to remember? Sometimes, losing your mind is not that really bad. Finding it again, could be even more terrifying."

"I know myself Jimmy. I'm no murderer. Or else I'll be locked up right now."

"Oh really? Take a look here, at yourself and me. I told you that I'm a magician, I did what could be called magic tricks, even right now, we're drinking. Tell me, how sure are you that this is real? That this isn't some morbid fantasy you have in your head."

Before Keitaro could answer, Jimmy went on, "Don't answer that. I was just toying with you," the magician then went for his cigarettes and lighted one, he offered some to the kanrinin who flatly refused.

"Eh, your cigarettes taste awful, besides I got my Mild Sevens here," he went to light one of his sticks, then asked the magician, "So, can you do something about my memory?"

"Can I ask you something first?"

"Eh? Okay, I guess it can wait. What do you want to know?"

"Revenge. What's your opinion?"

A smile traced its way on Keitaro's face, "I guess I'll have to do a Confucius on you."

"Go shoot."

"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

"Okay kiddo," the magician smiled, "You got me there. Anything else? Being philosophical is a habit of mine, once in a while."

Confidence poured through the young man's heart. He felt that for once, whatever wisdom he had acquired would be put to use, "Well it simply means that nothing good will come out of revenge. The two graves part mean that you'll also get harmed by your anger and hate. Reminds me of a story about a certain website. You type the name of the one you hate, then click okay; next thing you know, this girl appears and tells you that she can send that person to hell."

"Interesting. What happens next? There's always a catch in those kind of things."

Breathing deep, Keitaro unleashed the zinger, "You also go to hell when you die."

A smile cracked the magician's face, amused at the young man's display of wisdom. He inhaled another poisonous mixture of tar and nicotine and crushed the spent cigarette in his ashtray. "That's how you see revenge?" he asked the young kanrinin.

"Well, yeah. I'm not the type who keeps grudges anyway."

"Even though your life was turned upside down by your clones?"

"I can start again. I remember you telling me the story of that young man whose mother was killed and the ball and chain analogy; it was all about moving on. And that's how I'll move on."

"You sacrifice your happiness for the sake others?"

"Yeah. I already did that when I gave up on my crush. When I told myself that maybe, all I could ever be to her is a friend. Nothing more."

"Even though that girl took your life away?"

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't be here talking to me if you never met that girl. You wouldn't be even split up into six."

"I don't blame her for what happened to me Jimmy. Sure, things went awry, but...I...guess..."

"Having a hard time? I can finish it for you."

"No, I'll finish my own words. I'll never regret that I loved her. Meeting her was one of the best moments in my life. I don't care if I got split into six because I stayed at my grandmother's inn, hoping against hope to win her feelings."

"Looks like we're on two different worlds."

"What?"

"Nothing. You told me a while ago that you wanted to remember."

"Yeah. Can you do it?"

"Of course. Let me finish my beer first."

Both of them gulped their bottles as if there was no tomorrow. Unlike the whiskey which burned, the beer iced it's way down their throats, making them shiver a little in the already cold air-conditioned bar. The magician took a deep breath and asked, "Ready?"

"Anytime you are Jimmy."

"Alright then," Jimmy cracked his knuckles and rubbed his palms together, this somewhat scared Keitaro, who clearly remembered the time when the magician drilled a cigarette in his head. "Wait," the kanrinin said, "You're not using your Luckies for that?"

"Nope."

"Your fingers then? All ten of them?"

"Did it hurt the last time?"

"Not...really."

"Liar. Anyway, don't worry. This one's more gentle, won't hurt a bit."

Despite the magician's assurance, Keitaro swallowed his throat, his fear very much apparent. "Now," Jimmy continued, "All good boys go to heaven, so why don't you count from one to seven?"

"Sure," the young man nervously chuckled, "One---"

"SEVEN!" Quicker than midnight, Jimmy violently stabbed Keitaro's temples with his fingers. Slowly and surely, the kanrinin felt the same pain he had a few nights ago. Only this time, it was ten times more intense. Jimmy's fingers massaged his brain in a very violent manner; ripping out whatever it is that hindered the magician to access his memories.

*****

"Where are we?" Keitaro asked, trying to make sense of what happened a few moments ago. They were not at the bar anymore, it was not even night. The sun above was unforgiving with its glare, but strangely, it felt cool, no heat was present in his surroundings. What made it more stranger, was that he was staring at the entrance of Hinata Inn.

"Inside your head. Feels like a movie, eh? We got the best seats, front row and center."

"Well..." Keitaro's words trailed off as he looked left and right, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was real, "What now? Nothing is happening."

"Taro, we're inside your head. As much as possible I want you to be the one to 'will' your memories to appear. Believe me, if I fiddle this diddle of a brain of yours, you'll get a real bad hangover once we're done."

"Eh?"

"You heard me awhile ago right? Just imagine yourself watching DVD. All you got to do is think," the magician placed a lot of stress on the last word, then he continued, "Think of whatever memory you want to show up, just like in a scene selection. Then, it'll happen."

"Okay then," Keitaro inhaled and was about to concentrate when another pressing thought interrupted him, "Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Before that, I want to know why my sister had been acting so strangely."

"You have a sister? Never told me that. Anyway, just think of your sister then, and let the magic do the rest."

"Okay." Once again, Keitaro took a deep breath and began to concentrate. He thought of Kanako's black hair, her black cat, her Gothic clothes, and most of all, her inappropriate brotherly love.

A thin mist of fog began to envelope their surroundings. It swirled and swirled as if it had a life of its own. The sight of Hinata Inn's entrance began to twist and turn, becoming a whirlpool of different images. Then without any warning, everything went black. It did not last for long, a violent explosion of pure, searing white light brought them to another place and another time inside the kanrinin's mind.

They found themselves inside a room, Keitaro's room. There, the two men saw another Keitaro, a Keitaro of the past, torridly kissing a redheaded girl on a futon, mangled by intense and passionate movement.

"Looks like a you were having a good time."

"What the? That's Naru!" Keitaro reeled from disbelief. He never though he was capable of such a thing. His past self and Naru still wore their clothes, but from what was going on, he suspected that it might not be there for long. Watching the scene unfold was one of the most bizarre things that the kanrinin could ever imagine. No sounds were coming out from them, they were in mute mode. But the look on their faces were enough to convey whatever emotions they felt at that moment.

Keitaro saw his past self's lips mouth off a single word. A single name. Naru. It was the only thing that came out of those lips. It was only broken when they kissed or when they moaned in pleasure.

Then something odd happened. Naru stopped Keitaro's past self's attempt to take off her pants. Instead, she brought his face closer to hers, and kissed him again. After that kiss, she violently tore the skin on her face, revealing to him that she was another woman.

"Whoa!" Jimmy nearly shouted in complete surprise, "She had a fucking face-off! You know?" he circled his hands on his own face, "Face..." then pulled it away, "Off?"

For his part, Keitaro could only stare at what he saw, his jaw wide open and nearly touching the ground, "That's my sister!"

"What the? You spooned your own sister? Fuck me sideways, Taro. Maybe you did a carpet dive and got the trauma by aroma."

"Jimmy, damn it, I don't need that right now. How could this happen? I'm the only one who can see through her disguises."

"Hey, take a look over there." Jimmy pointed at the unfolding scene.

Keitaro's past self was not even fazed by the sight. He simply cupped Kanako's cheeks, and mouthed off again, the voiceless, yet utterly familiar name. Naru. Only Naru was on his lips, on his eyes, on his mind, and on his heart; there was only Naru. He repeated the name again and again, like how a Buddhist monk would chant his sutras—unceasing with a disturbing passion.

Kanako had enough. She pushed his brother away and gave him a slap. No sound was heard, but by the way Keitaro's past self recoiled, it had to be a forceful one. Nonetheless, the kanrinin of the past memory still continued his mantra: Naru. With tears in her eyes, Kanako stormed out of the room. But not before giving her brother a sorrowful look, that slowly turned to anger, and then pity.

"Quite insensitive of you, really. Saying another name, while a girl tries her best to comfort you."

"Jimmy, cut if off," Keitaro said with a thin frown, "Anyway this is not it, I mean, I think...no...I feel that, this is not it."

"Not what? The thing that made you forget?"

"Yeah. Looking at myself over there," he pointed to his past self who was still mumbling Naru's name over and over, "I'm already messed up. So I guess this isn't the one. This isn't the cause."

"You know what do, Taro."

"I know," Once again, Keitaro closed his eyes and focused his thoughts. This time it was faster, the world around the two men did not twist and turn. There was only a bright flash of light, and after that they found themselves in a park.

"Hey, that's you right?" Jimmy pointed to a couple, sharing the shade under a tree.

"Yeah, it has to be me. But I think Naru is being too sweet. I never saw her that act that way."

"You mean you'd rather have her punch the hell out of you?"

"No, of course---"

Their discussion was interrupted by the appearance of another Keitaro. This puzzled the two for a while, until they realized that the one that Naru was with was not the original, but the clone instead.

Looking more closely to the real Keitaro, they noticed that he was watching the couple at a distance, with tears in his eyes. He was carrying a small rectangular box, covered in expensive wrapping paper. They saw him walk away, throwing the gift in a nearby trash bin.

"So that's it?" Jimmy asked, "No orgies? Man, the scene with your sister was a lot more exciting."

"Jimmy."

"Fine, fine, but I wonder how did that affect you."

"Can we get closer to them? I mean, would they notice us?"

"Of course not," the magician began to walk towards the couple's direction, "Come on."

Keitaro followed him, and together they looked at Naru and Makoto. At first blush, there was not much anything to see. But when Keitaro looked hard enough, he saw that Naru had a very serene look on her, something that he never saw during his entire stay at Hinata Inn. But what caught his attention was the summer dress she was wearing; it was nothing magnificent, it was just a simple white fabric made out of cotton. However, Naru looked like a goddess in that getup, it complimented every slender fiber of her body. Despite the emotions he tried to deny, they all crawled all over him, making him remember the love he gave her; the love that was never returned.

He finally remembered how hot it was that day, the sun punished everyone by making them sweat like pigs. It was in that moment, that he thought that maybe she needed another dress, one fitting for the weather. Going to the department store, he remembered looking at one of the decapitated plastic models. One was wearing a summer dress so plain that it would have been rendered ugly. But not for Keitaro, something told him, that even that simple cotton dress would fit Naru very well.

And he was right. She did look magnificent in that dress. But it was a pity, that he was not the one to give it to her. Another one had already thought it up first, got to the store earlier, and bought something so similar to his own. And that someone, gave it to her before he could.

"He beat me into giving the dress." Keitaro said.

"Come again?"

"I remember now, I remember. I bought a dress to give it to Naru as a gift. I don't know how, but my clone got to her first. Looks like he bought the same kind of dress. Doesn't really surprise me, I mean, we are part of the same puzzle anyway."

Never the one to just give tea and sympathy, Jimmy simply muttered, "Well what do you know? Amnesia by heartbreak. Wonder if some soap operas would write that in their story."

"Get me out of here Jimmy. I remember now."

"All of it?"

"Yes. Let's get out here."

"Heard you the first time."

Everything went black.

*****

"I gotta say that was pretty anti-climactic."

"Well," Keitaro sighed, "I guess that's just your point of view. I'm guessing you never gave anyone a gift, expecting them to be happy at the thought."

"No, I never did."

"I thought so."

"You want anything else to drink?"

"No, I guess not."

"I'll have one anyway," Jimmy called for the bartender, "Maiko-chan, gin and tonic please."

"Coming right up," she replied, a few minutes later, she placed the drink in front of the magician, "Here you go."

"Thanks, Maiko-chan," Jimmy then turned his attention to Keitaro, who was busy smoking, "So, I guess we should talk about your clones now. What do you have on them?"

Keitaro took a few puffs before he answered, "Well, apart from they don't have my immortality. Nothing much."

"Are you sure?"

"Well...there is this thing that my genius clone told me. It was about him blowing his temper at work or something. Well, almost everyone of them is changing anyway. They seem to be developing some new sort of personality. Sort of growing up. Other than that, nothing. They're perfectly normal."

"Normal you say?"

"Yeah. Normal. Just like any other guy."

Jimmy slowly sipped his gin and tonic, allowing the juniper laced spirit calm the growing suspicion inside him. Taking another one of his Luckies and lighting it, he turned to Taro and said, "Give me your glasses."

Keitaro was taken aback, but complied. There was a gnawing shadow of concern in the magician's eyes when he looked at him. He tried to shake it over, telling himself that he was just having too much hyperactive thoughts. Despite the blurred vision, he saw Jimmy flick out his switchblade and began carving something in his glasses' temples, he remained silent, allowing the magician to do his work. And when he finished, it was promptly given back to him. "What's up with that?" he asked as pushed his glasses back into place, "I don't see anything different."

"Don't worry," Jimmy assured him, "You'll see a lot soon enough. Anyway," he then reached inside his pockets and took out a very strange necklace, "Take this and wear it, it'll protect you."

"Not sure if I need some protecting, Keitaro slightly protested as he took the necklace. He nearly dropped it when he held it closer to himself. "Jimmy! What the hell is this?"

The necklace in question was nothing elaborate, but totally morbid. Its string was made of different strands of human hair, there were black, brown, red, blond, and white. Instead of a locket that houses a picture, there were four pieces of adult human teeth; discolored by the passing of time with strange runes carved on them.

"If ever you find yourself or the people you care for in danger, just say the phrase: strangle and feast."

"What will happen?" Keitaro asked as he pocketed the grim accessory.

"It will protect you."

"That's all? What's going on Jimmy?"

The magician took another sip of his drink before he answered, "You'll know soon enough. How about we call it a night?"

"Well, this was a pretty short affair," he looked at his watch, "It's only nine in the evening. But alright then. Will you walk with me?"

"You're no lady Taro, you can walk alone fine. Besides, you got that necklace."

"Ha, ha, very funny Jimmy."

"Anyway, Taro. Let's meet up again. Friday. Hinata Park. Ten in the morning"

"I've got classes on that day."

"Not for long."

"Eh?"

"Nothing."

"Will you give me one of your Luckies again?"

"Nope. Not needed anymore."

"Don't tell me we're to have a picnic?"

"No picnics. I'll be taking you to...a friend."

"Alright," Keitaro stood up from his seat, "Guess, I'll have to call it a night then. Be careful Jimmy."

"They'll be the ones who need to be careful," the magician said as he waved goodbye to Keitaro.

*****

It took him a minute or two before Jimmy finished his gin and tonic and ordered for a second one. Inside his head, dark and stormy clouds began to rumble. The past two days or so of his investigation had yielded damnable proof. It was only his soft spot for the boy and his stubbornness to accept the facts that held him back to accept the truth. And to make things worse, Keitaro's revelation about his clones had indeed confirmed his worst fears.

"It won't be long before those skirmishes become a full-blown war."

Jimmy reached inside his one of coat pockets and took out a pouch of unadulterated sulfur. He stared at the yellow powder, a component for one of his spells. There was a shadow of indecision in his eyes, as if his head was having a debate on whether or not use the foul smelling powder. His "to be or not to be" musings were cut short as he heard the sound of a glass gently placed on the counter. He took back the pouch and placed it again inside his coat.

"It's so goddamn simple really. For this war not to escalate..."

He took the gin and tonic and gulped it half-way to emptiness.

"All that needs to happen...is for you to die. Urashima Keitaro."

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Author's Notes:

Just a rundown of the Shards timeline

Chapters 1,2,&3 – Saturday night

Chapter 4 – Sunday

Chapter 5 – Monday

Chapter 6 – Monday, not that apparent though

Chapter 7 – Tuesday morning and afternoon

Chapter 8 – Tuesday night and Wednesday morning until early night

Chapter 9 – Wednesday, same as Chapter 8

Chapter 10 – Wednesday night

And to think of it, Fate/Stay Night happens in a span of two weeks, tsk, looks like this work of mine might exceed the 15 Chapter limitation I put on myself. Ok, I said might, so maybe or maybe not. I'll try to keep it in a one week scenario.

Cheers people, enjoy the story and drop a review. See you next chapter!