A/N: Quick update, isn't it? Well, I really wanted to write this – and not only because my fingers were itching to touch the keyboard, but also because, unfortunately, I won't have a chance to write anything for a week, so I didn't want to leave you with a cliff-hanger. A small vacation is coming, but I won't be home. I have an English competition coming up the next week, so I'll be out of town. I have no idea where these guys will take us, but I'm pretty sure internet and a laptop will be too much to ask for. (I'm actually quite scared that we won't have an attached bathroom in our room, which I think explains everything).

Anyway, I don't want to keep rambling – the point is, no updates for two weeks (max) on any of my stories.

Moving on, I must say I'm impressed. At least half of you guessed right – Sasuke was the one calling her, indeed. (As promised, you guys will get a cookie! Just imagine me sending it to you – via telepathy). The other half either said her parents or Seiji. I must admit, I've thought about having Seiji alive in all this, but then I decided that would be really creepy and that it wouldn't fit my plot at all – since I'm trying to make this story as realistic as possible. So, sorry guys, but Seiji is dead and will remain dead.

As for her parents…well, I'm not sure they'll appear ever again in the story. Sasuke's parents will, though. And his brother. Soon. :)

Now, about your questions:

1. Yes, Sakura had a boyfriend when she was younger – I'm thinking of multiplying those, actually – and it is very much possible that he'll appear at some point in the story. And don't worry, jealous Sasuke is definitely something you won't miss for long – I already have a HUGE list with all the things that could possibly make him act like a caveman all lined up and waiting to be used.

2. No, Sasuke doesn't have a secret girlfriend or anything like that. Having never been one for relationships, he just settles for fucking – pretty often and with whoever is in the mood (and, let's face it, girls are always in the mood with someone like him around, aren't they?). There has been a woman who's been lucky enough to have him in her bed more than once, and she'll make her appearance…well, pretty soon. In a few chapters, or so. And yes, Sakura knows about her – I'll explain this one in the actual story.

3. I'm not sure if I'd call it an eating disorder, but Sakura will have a short-lived problem with food. I (or Naruto) already said that she's never hungry, or something like that. Well, to be honest, that happens to me sometimes. I'm never hungry in the morning, and I usually end up eating some fruits and stuff until noon so that my stomach won't be totally empty. And if I don't think of food – or have it anywhere near me, for that matter – I don't actually realize I'm hungry. I know, I'm weird, and it's not my intention to make Sakura weird, as well, but it works well with the plot and the results of all this will probably make a lot of you happy. Why? Well, all I can tell you is that it'll cause something the majority of you guys have been asking for.

4. A confrontation between Naruto and Sasuke will eventually happen, too. I have the reason and everything – I just need to get to it. And, unfortunately, I don't know how many chapters will take me in order to do so.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Incomplete
By The Terrorist

Chapter ten
Jealousy? Nah, Just Idiocy

She wasn't answering. She wasn't answering and that was annoying him.

At first he'd truly thought she was doing it on purpose – after all, she did seem to like doing stuff that annoyed him – but then he realized that that wasn't true. How? Well, it was pretty simple: anybody could ring on their house phone, and Sakura wasn't a person that would ignore phone-calls just because she felt like it. At least that's what he thought.

Anyway, the fact remained: she was not answering that phone. Which could very well mean that she was not home – and that was probably what annoyed him the most. Actually no, it didn't just 'annoy' him – nah, that word was too indulgent to be used in a situation like this. It angered him – really, really badly.

Going to sleep the night before had been torture. Sasuke was certain that, although he'd tried everything – from drinking tea (and a lot of Scotch, cause, over time, it had proved to be a good sleeping aid), to watching TV till his eyes burned with the need to be closed – he hadn't been able to fall asleep until the very early hours of the morning. Four, maybe five am. As you can easily guess, it hadn't been easy for him to wake up two hours – max – later.

And all that because of her.

Because he couldn't get her out of his mind, no matter how much he tried. Because he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Because a foreign something pulsed through his veins at the thought of her 'date'. Because he truly believed that her outfit was too revealing for her to get out of the house with. Because he wanted to slap himself for not having stopped her from doing so. Because he simply didn't know where she was and who she was with – and, apparently, that was more than enough to keep him awake, even when he was totally exhausted.

Geez, he'd never thought her absence would be such a great deal. Actually, had somebody told him that, he would have laughed – really, laughed – out loud and called that person an idiot. That was before, of course. Because now he knew that, for some unexplainable reason, he hated not having her around. Now that he thought about it, that statement itself was downright strange. After all, he had no guarantee that she'd been home every single night or day of these past two years. Actually no, scratch that – he knew she hadn't; it was simply impossible.

So, why did he feel this way now? Why did he suddenly start caring about this kind of stuff? Why did all change and why did he allow it to change, in the first place?

It was because of her, of course. He knew that. All he had to do now, was find out what exactly was that something in her – that something that suddenly stood out so much that he couldn't ignore it anymore, that made him change his way of behaving, of seeing things.

Was it her newly-found confidence? It could be. After all, she'd never stood up for herself like that. Sure, she'd always been stubborn and opinionated, but not to that extent. That independence she seemed to have gained over night could very well be it, too. Or maybe it was that"it's over"that suddenly made him so…possessive (because he did know that he'd been acting like a crazed caveman lately – he wasn't going to say it out loud, but there was no point in lying to himself, either). Or the "having you fuck me would be the only way I'd ever get to feel that I actually have a husband". And, of course, the "do you think I've got any chance of getting laid tonight?" couldn't be left out of this.

But, truth to be told, he didn't actually know. And he didn't actually care, either. He'd like to know, yes, but that was a totally different thing. What really mattered was the result, the effect it – whatever 'it' meant – had had on him. An effect which he hated, by the way. Because it changed him beyond recognition.

Okaaay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it definitely changed him – a lot. After all, when had he ever gone through so much trouble for a woman? Never. And he'd never thought that he ever would, either. Sure, calling to make sure she was alright was one thing, but panicking – can you fucking imagine? – as he realized that he couldn't find a way to do so was another.

As I said before, because of her keeping him up till late, he'd had trouble waking up, so he hadn't gotten a chance to check whether she was home or not. If he'd done so, he would have been late for work – and he wasn't in a state so bad that he couldn't even define his priorities anymore. At least not yet.

Fuck. Did he just think that? It was fuc – Moving on…

So, as soon as he arrived at work, he closed himself in his office (as he always did, mind you) and immediately called their number – please notice the use of 'their' instead of 'his'. She didn't answer. Not the first time, not the second time, not the third time…do I need to go on? Until fifteen, perhaps? I don't think so – the result was the same, anyway. Damn it. If somebody had at least been at home, he would have been able to shake off all these doubts. But of course, with his luck, nobody was. Shiro had quit a few weeks before, under the pretext that…well, to be honest, Sasuke didn't actually remember, and the girl who came once a week to clean up a little (and whose name Sasuke really couldn't remember) wasn't there today, either.

That being said, he could only come to the conclusion that Sakura was not home. And, given the fact that there could be multiple reasons for which she wasn't, it was only normal that, after all this, came the part in which he'd totally freaked out. Yes, you heard right. Uchiha Sasuke freaked out – on the inside, duh – because he didn't know where his wife was. And because he might had just felt the slightest little bit of worry blooming in a corner of his mind. But that's beside the point.

The point was: he'd finally found the solution to his problem a few minutes later.

Which was, calling her on her cell-phone, obviously. Why hadn't he thought about it before, he didn't know. But of course, he just had to realize that, in fact, he didn't even have her number.

Two years. Two years since they became husband and wife and he didn't even have her cell-phone number. Can you believe it? Because he really didn't. I mean, yeah, marrying hadn't been their decision, and yeah, they really didn't get along well, but still. They did live together and everybody else did think that they were happy. He should have had her number – he knew he should have. But he didn't, and he refused to waste anymore time dwelling on that matter.

After all, who the hell cared? Not him, that was for sure. At least not about her freaking number. About the fact that she wasn't home, perhaps…well, yeah, you could say that he cared about that. But only about that and only because he was worried that, thanks to her reckless behavior, someone might realize that their relationship wasn't what it seemed to be.

Because of that – because of those appearances that were so important to him – he put himself in the – downright embarrassing – position of asking Neji to ask his fiancée for Sakura's number. Thankfully, she – this woman who had only known her for two days – had it, and Neji didn't comment on the matter as he handed the piece of paper to Sasuke. Although the Uchiha had noticed the smirk present on his features. He decided to ignore it, though, for he had other more important matters to attend to.

Turned out, the princess didn't want to answer her cell-phone, either. Which takes us back to the current situation and our current question: why the fuck wasn't she answering?

It was getting disturbing and there was no denying it. By the third call, he was ready to give up and start planning a way to make her pay for this – as in for, what she'd put him through – later. But she – thankfully – answered before he had a chance to do so.

"Hello?" She sounded okay, really. Her voice was a little hoarse, which immediately took him to one – very specific – conclusion, but other than that, she sounded alright. Sasuke truly didn't know why his mind decided to focus more on that detail, than on the fact that she was not home and that she was sounding as if she'd been screaming all night long. His body reacted quite differently from what he'd imagined, too. Instead of jumping up from his seat and opening his mouth to yell at her, every muscle relaxed and he only opened his mouth to breath out a long sigh of relief.

Don't worry, he recovered quickly. "Where the fuck are you?" he spat, his grip on his cell-phone tightening involuntary.

"I'm…home," she replied, rather hesitantly, her voice tainted with confusion.

Sasuke gritted his teeth – why was she lying to him? It wasn't like he didn't know why exactly she went out the night before, after all. "Don't fuck with me, Sakura," he hissed, his eyes immediately forming a glare and directing it to the wall in front of him. Oh, how much he'd like to have her in front of him right now – strangle her a bit, just enough to show her how much she'd annoyed him.

"Wha – ?" she tried to speak, but he cut her off.

"If you were home, you would have fucking answered the phone," he said. "You didn't. Where. Are. You?"

It was a while until she answered, and he briefly wondered why the hell she was hesitating so much. He quickly shook the thought off, though, finding the answer quite obvious. Sure, he wouldn't have acted that way if she had caught him cheating on her, or if she had realized that he was cheating on her – which she kind of had, a long time ago – but this was Sakura we're talking about. She wasn't him and, despite this confidence she had been displaying during the past few days, Sasuke knew she still lacked the capability of lying.

"I'm close to home," she finally replied. "I'm at a nearby café, with a friend."

'Nearby café my ass,' he thought as his glare intensified the slightest bit. 'You're probably in bed with the man you've fucked all night, and you dare say to me that you're at a café, with a friend'. Sasuke still couldn't guess what exactly was in this whole scenario that made him so mad.

Probably the fact that she'd actually tried to lie to him. Because he'd never done that – and if she claimed to have the same rights as him, then she could at least face the fact that she had the same obligations, as well. And it wasn't like he considered being sincere an obligation, but he really didn't like it when people lied – or rather tried to lie to him. It was simply strange, and it set him off. Yeah, that had to be it. What else could it be, anyway?

"Listen, Sakura," he hissed through the receiver. "I'm coming home in two hours and I expect you to be there. If not, you'll be sorry, I promise."

To be honest, even as he ended the call and slammed the phone on his desk, Sasuke still didn't know why he'd told her that. Really, he didn't. But then again, he had two hours to sort it out, didn't he?

~•~

It was probably the millionth time that week that she found herself wondering just what the hell his problem was. Needless to say, it was getting annoying by now.

They had been married for two years, and he had never showed any kind of interest in what she did – not that she'd actuallydone something more than spending money and wasting time during these two years, but that's beside the point.

The fact – or question – remained, nonetheless: what the hell was wrong with him? Over the last few weeks, he'd been acting really weird, as if he wanted nothing more but to control her, to dominate her. I mean, yeah, she was well-aware of the fact that she'd acted differently, too, that she'd actually given him a reason – or more than one – to behave like that, but too much was too much, and he was definitely exaggerating.

Sasuke had never called her. Never, ever. Up until now, Sakura had had a feeling he didn't even know her number – at least he'd never asked for it. But then again, Sasuke really didn't seem like the type of person that would ask a woman (!) for her phone number, much less her (because, you know, she was his wife).

He'd never talked that way to her, either. Sure, he'd always yelled and sworn at her – and she did, too, because that was the only way the two of them could actually have a conversation – but he'd never sounded so…so angry, so revolted before. Usually, he was really careful with hiding his emotions – even when fighting – so being able to tell what he was feeling – and through the phone, no less – was…for the lack of a better word, weird.

So, yeah, her brain could very well be the one with a problem here – a problem of absorbing information. Sakura was quite sure that wasn't it, but, even if it was, Sakura knew that nobody could blame her – after all, she was so used to not being able to get a reaction out of Sasuke, that it was only normal for all this to seem new and downright strange to her.

That didn't change the fact that he'd annoyed her. Fuck no. Nothing could change that – he could have behaved far more out of character, he could have done whatever he wanted, but he'd still yelled, sworn and acted like he freaking owned her or something. (The latter being the worst of it all, obviously.)

Seriously, it made her sadness disappear in less than five seconds. For that, she was actually quite grateful. But she definitely wasn't about to admit it. All she wanted to do at that point was go home and kill him. But since that wouldn't be possible, she decided she would settle for a kick in the nuts. This time. Because, if he continued like that, Sakura wasn't sure she'd be able to stop herself from lunging for his throat.

Naruto seemed quite freaked out when she groaned out loud and slammed her hand down onto the hood of her car. He gave her a – very – puzzled look, to which she only responded with another cry of frustration. That only succeeded in amusing him, of course, and although he had no idea what could have possible happened, he immediately burst into laughter.

"Who was that?" he asked, amusement tainting his voice.

"That," she started, gritting her teeth at the mere thought of mentioning his name. "That was the biggest jerk I have ever met," she growled quietly. "But I'm going to go home and he's going to have to listen to me. And I'll murder him, I swear."

After which she climbed into her car, slammed the door behind her and drove home. Not before properly saying goodbye to Naruto and promising that she'd call him one of these days, though. She arrived to her destination much faster than usual, which was surprising, to some extent, since she'd never liked driving fast – not after that…incident. Sakura could only guess that the anger she felt towards Sasuke was currently clouding all her senses (and that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, after all). She quickly unlocked the front door and stepped inside, instantly rushing to the living room and throwing her bag on the couch; of course, the first thing she did was grab the phone to check if his accusation really did have a foundation.

Turned out, it did – multiple ones. "Fifteen missed calls?" she echoed disbelievingly, her eyes fixed on the small screen of the phone clutched in her hand.

To be honest, she hadn't expected to find any. Okay, maybe she had expected one call, for it certainly wasn't like Sasuke to start an argument without a reason, but fifteen? No, that was a number that would have never crossed her mind. But it seemed like he was more serious about this thing than she had initially thought. Why? She didn't know, and she was sure he wouldn't give her the answer to that question, even if she did ask him. Which she wouldn't – she wouldn't let him see that she was interested in his actions. Never again. After all, every time she'd done that, one way or another, she ended up getting hurt. And she didn't need that – especially not at this point.

Sure, he'd hurt her again – that was inevitable, considering the fact that neither of them had any intention of dying anytime soon – but Sakura had made a point in avoiding that for as long as possible. She'd also made a point in hurting him, too, in letting him taste a bit of his own medicine, but she wasn't so sure that that was even possible. After all, if it weren't for the fact that nobody was able to live without that organ, the pinkette would say that he didn't have a heart. He did, though. She supposed he just didn't know how to use it – or didn't want to use it.

But that's beside the point. After all, his heart – or hers, for that matter – had nothing to do with this marriage of theirs.

With a sigh, Sakura bent down and placed the phone back in its original place, before straightening herself again; stealing a quick look at the clock that hung above the fireplace, she realized that there was still an hour (even more than that) until her husband said he'd be home. Which meant that she had enough time to have a shower, dress into something comfortable…maybe even mediate a little bit – you know, just enough to make sure that she wouldn't have an impulse to stab him with a knife the moment he entered the house.

A smirk formed on her face as that idea crossed her mind. 'I bet he wouldn't see that one coming,' she thought, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. But before that thought could develop into something more, she realized that nothing like that was possible.

Sakura pouted. Life was so unfair.

~•~

A few hours later (more than two, that was for sure), Sasuke showed up, making his presence known by slamming – quite intentionally – the front door. Sakura was upstairs, in her room, curled up on the window seat when he did so, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his obvious display of anger.

Sometimes, he acted like such a child.

Knowing that the first thing he'd do was try to find her, she sighed and shifted slightly, moving her legs from underneath her and stretching them out in front of her; she was up on her feet just as he entered the room, looking as if he wanted nothing more but to kill her in that very moment.

'Well, that makes two of us,' she thought bitterly, inwardly shaking her head. "You know," she started, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning her weight onto her right leg. "I actually thought you knew how to knock." She sighed dramatically, shaking her head in a mocking manner. "At least that would have made you the slightest little bit different from the average caveman," she added a few moments later. "I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"

Despite the obvious purpose of her words, Sasuke's only reaction was a glare – that famous death-glare of his. "Where were you?" he asked, his black eyes piercing through her. Straightforward, as usual. It was obvious that he had no intention whatsoever of beating around the bush much – when did he ever do that, anyway?

"Well, hello to you, too." But Sakura really couldn't care less about that.

He gritted his teeth, already annoyed. "Don't fuck with me, Sakura," he hissed. He really didn't have time for her games right now, even though he knew he should have expected something like that from her. "Where. Were. You?"

With a sigh, Sakura uncrossed her arms and let them fall by her sides, before finally choosing to answer his question: "I was at a café, with a friend," she replied. "I already told you that."

But she failed to notice that that wasn't the answer he was searching for, and he failed to notice the sincerity and resignation she had spoken with. "What the fuck is your problem?" He didn't know the answer to that question, and he wasn't sure he cared enough in order to try and find out – all he knew (and needed to know, for that matter) was that she was being annoying on purpose and that he was fucking tired of her rebellion.

"My problem?" she asked disbelievingly, frowning in confusion. "Mine?" she asked again, pointing towards her. "You're the only one here who was one, Sasuke, and you fucking know it!"

"The only problem I have is that my wife is spending her nights in clubs, that mornings find her in the beds of some men she probably doesn't even know, and that she doesn't even have the fucking courage to admit it to me!" he shouted, unconsciously moving one step closer to her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed, an almost incredulous edge to her voice. "Where the fuck did you get that idea from?"

"You seriously don't realize?" he hissed back, his glare intensifying the slightest bit. Was she playing stupid? Even during moments like these, her main purpose was still to annoy him?

"No!" she exclaimed. "I came home last night – fine, I don't remember how exactly that happened, but I did, and I'm fucking sure that I didn't stop on my way home to fuck anybody!" she yelled, anger bubbling in her system. Must he always make assumptions like that, without having any foundation whatsoever?

"No shit." Yes, apparently, he did. He was that stupid.

"I cannot believe this," she breathed, turning her back to him and taking a few steps forward, before turning around to face him once more, while shaking her head at his stubbornness.

"You didn't answer the phone!" he pointing out – by shouting, obviously.

"Because I was not home!" she shouted back.

"See?"

"Fucking hell, Sasuke, just because I left in the morning doesn't mean I didn't sleep in MY own bed, in MY own house!"

"YOUR house?" he asked, an eyebrow raised, not quite able to let that slide.

See? Childish. "Whatever," Sakura muttered, rolling her eyes.

"No, it's not wha – " he tried to speak, but she cut him off.

"Doesn't it seem to you that we're getting off topic here?" she inquired, raising a delicate, pink eyebrow.

Sasuke shrugged indifferently. "Maybe. Bu – "

"You know what?" she interrupted him again. "Let's just end this."

It didn't take him long to realize what exactly she meant by that. Needless to say, he didn't agree with her – he had yet to get all the information he wanted. "End it?" he echoed in a low hiss. "You're kidding, right?" Maybe she wasn't at all interested in having this conversation, but he was, and that was basically all that mattered.

"Fuck, Sasuke, you need to see a psychologist – you're aware of that, aren't you?" she asked, but was rudely ignore by the Uchiha, who now seemed to have regained his straightforwardness.

"Who is he?" he asked, taking another step forward.

A small, confused frown appeared onto her features. "Huh?" she uttered unintelligently, her brain having trouble processing his question.

"Who. Is. He?" he repeated, not even bothering to keep the anger out of his voice.

"Who is 'he'?" she asked innocently, but only received a glare in return. "What the fuck are you talking about?" To say that the frustration was noticeable in her voice would be an understatement. Everything about her screamed that she was frustrated and confused – her posture, her expression, her eyes, her tone.

The Uchiha took a deep breath, trying his hardest to calm down. "You went out last night," he said, slowly. "With whom?"

She was shocked, to say at least. Of all the things he could have asked her, she would have never thought of that. She wasn't sure what that statement triggered inside her, she wasn't sure what kind of effect it had on her – all she knew was that it opened her eyes, that it made her notice a couple of things that, otherwise, she would have never noticed while engaged in an argument with him.

Like the tone of his voice, for example: he was angry – that much was obvious – but there was something else to it, something that showed her that he was angry for a reason – and a very good one, at that. His whole body was tense, and it seemed like he was holding his breath in anticipation for her answer. His eyes were hard and angry, as per usual, but there was something more to them, as well. If you looked carefully, you could notice the…she really didn't want to call it desperation, but she was unable to find a better word, hidden underneath that ever-present coldness.

All that took her to one conclusion: "Are you jealous, Sasuke?" she asked, her voice soft, even though her expression remained unchanged. It explained everything and there was no denying it, but she wasn't about to take a chance and show him just how giddy (and again, she wasn't sure that was the right word) she felt thanks to it. With Sasuke, you never knew.

Sasuke didn't know why it took him so long to reply to her question. It was a simple one, after all, and, the way he saw it, the answer was downright obvious. "Because of you?" he asked, his voice a lot quieter than it had been a few minutes ago, but still as harsh. "In your wildest dreams, perhaps."

She had done the right thing in hiding her feelings concerning his so called jealousy, it seemed. "Does this," she started, gesturing with her hands around her, "look like one of my wildest dreams to you?" she asked, her glare returning at full-force. She was disappointed, yes, and not necessarily because he wasn't jealous – more because of the way he had said that, as if she was way too small and insignificant to even deserve his attention – but then again, when wasn't she?

When Sasuke was involved, she was always meant to get disappointed, and she had learned to both accept it and to deal with it.

"I don't know," he replied. "I can't fucking read minds."

None of them noticed just how close they were at this point – only a few inches separated their faces from touching. But then again, none of them had actually noticed when or how they had gotten this close, having been too caught up in their argument to notice what was happening around them. "I'll tell you then: it's not," she said, her breath fanning against his skin.

"Good for you," was his only reply.

"And for your information," she spoke again, moving even closer to him. "Last night, I went out with the girls, not with a 'he'."

Sasuke blinked. Okay, so maybe he had overreacted the slightest little bit. Maybe he should have investigated a bit before jumping to conclusions. But still, he might have not been completely wrong, for that didn't mean that… "I'll take you that you found a man to fuck anyway, then?"

"What's with you and fucking, huh?" she asked disbelievingly, finally stepping away from him. "Does you life revolve around that, or what?" The only thing she got in response to her question was a glare, which she guessed to be the equivalent of a negative answer. "No?" she asked with fake innocence, pretending to be surprised. "You could have fooled me, you know? After all, all you ever do nowadays is search for a pretext to fuck me," she spat. "Rape me, show me that you're dominant, whatever you want to call it!" she added upon seeing the look he gave her.

Sasuke huffed a seemingly amused breath. "I don't know about you, but I'd better die rather than fuck you!" he spat, glaring.

The pinkette didn't waste one second in returning the glare at full-force. "My thoughts exactly," she spat back.

"Fine!" he exclaimed, before turning around and making his way out of the room.

"Perfect!" she yelled after him, just as the door slammed shut behind him. "Ugh!" she screamed in frustration as she flopped down onto her bed and grabbed a nearby pillow, hastily throwing it on the ground. Crossing her arms over her chest, she straightened her back and proceeded to glare intensely at the wall in front of her, as if it would crumble at her silent demand.

Lost in her thoughts – in her murderous thoughts directed to a certain person – Sakura failed to realize that this was the first time an argument between the two of them ended without her crying because of it.

A/N: Lame ending, I know. This was the first and only idea I had about how to end this, despite the fact that I spent a couple of minutes (cause I couldn't afford more than that) thinking about it. Anyway, it's the content that actually matters, isn't it?

Now, the reason for which Sakura hadn't answered his first calls on her cell-phone was the simple fact that she'd been way too shocked. I decided not to dwell on that too much, for it was pretty obvious (I guess) and I had other, more important things to focus on.

Anyway, this was it: chapter ten. I really hope it was good enough to leave you guys satisfied.

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