Visions of the Mystic Moon

By Kiki Smith

Chapter Nine

Hitomi's mind was blank for a long moment before the reality of the situation finally reached her. Had her friend really asked her about... Dilandau?!

'How do you know him?' she asked, feeling breathless.

Yukari's expression was grim. 'So you know who he is.'

'Yes' she uttered with difficulty. 'Of course I know... But how do you know?'

'Hitomi... Dilandau is at my father's hospital.'

The blonde couldn't believe her ears. For several seconds her common sense battled with her hearing, in the end coming to the only sensible conclusion – Yukari's mind had been messed up with.

'Yukari' she said. 'This is impossible. Dilandau doesn't exist anymore. He was just an experiment... The magicians from Zaibach created him using the fate-altering machine when they were experimenting on Celena, Allen-san's younger sister. But when we destroyed the machine Celena went back to normal... No, it's really impossible. I don't know where did you get his name from, but...'

'He told me' Yukari interrupted and her face was unnaturally fierce. 'I talked to him, Hitomi! He's real. He woke up from a coma and everybody thinks he's Keiji Yamashita and that Gaea is only his dream... I'm the only one who believes him!'

'Yukari' Hitomi pleaded, her voice shaking. 'Dilandau is dead!'

The redhead looked even more determined. 'Who is he? Tell me.'

Hitomi gripped the table. 'He was a Zaibach soldier. An officer. Dilandau Albatou and his Dragon Slayers... It was them who destroyed Fanelia. I can't count how many times he tried to kill us... Van scarred his face once and he wanted revenge...'

'Yes! The scar. That's the weird part – Hitomi, he doesn't have any scars. And everybody thinks he's Keiji Yamashita, though his appearance didn't change. He's an albino... with red eyes.'

Hitomi stared at her friend in disbelief. 'Yukari... And he said his name is Dilandau Albatou?'

She nodded. 'Yes. And he mentioned Van, too.'

The time slowed and Hitomi's heart missed a beat. 'What...?'

'Yes, that's how I connected you to him, actually. I heard you call Van by his name yesterday, you know.'

Hitomi wasn't listening, falling headfirst into her thoughts instead. Her mind was working overdrive and the possibility that Yukari might be telling the truth finally dawned on her. If what she was hearing was true, it meant that Dilandau Albatou, the psychopatic dangerous villain, had managed to find them. And that meant they weren't safe. Van wasn't safe. Cold fear swept over her.

It wasn't that she thought Van couldn't defeat Dilandau – he had proved that he could be an excellent warrior when the circumstances called for it (and when they didn't, too, if she wanted to be honest with herself), but he didn't have Escaflowne with him here and he was alone. Allen-san was on Gaea and unable to help if it came to the worst and she was useless when it came to fighting. If they ever met, it would be a one-on-one fight and one of them would die at the end of it. And seeing as Dilandau was not only unpredictable, but also fueled by his hatred and need for revenge, he was likely to have the upper hand.

'Yukari' she whispred, her voice shaking. 'What did he say? Does he know where we are?'

The redhead frowned. 'I don't think so. He only mentioned Van's name to the psychiatrist, Doctor Stenson. As far as I know, he only said that he was fighting with him when his body started changing and then he woke up in the hospital.'

A tsunami of relief washed through Hitomi and she slumped in her chair, reaching out for her juice. 'Yes' she said, sighing. 'He was fighting Van. It was the final battle in the war... And he did change into Celena while still in his guymelef. Allen-san had to fight Van to protect her, because Van still thought she was Dilandau.'

Yukari frowned. 'This is really confusing. How could he change into a girl? And what happened to him then?'

'I told you. The magicians from Zaibach had kidnapped Celena, Allen-san's sister, and experimented with the fate-altering machine on her. I don't really know how, but they managed to use her body to create another human being... I think this is why Dilandau is so messed up.'

'Messed up? He didn't seem all that bad to me... Just really angry and confused.'

Hitomi took a deep breath and took Yukari's hand. 'Yukari, he is a cold-blooded murderer. Please stay away from him.'

Her friend opened her mouth and stared at her in disbelief. 'Murderer...?'

'Yes' Hitomi said urgently. 'Don't trust him. Don't even talk to him! He's not only a murderer, but a psychopath! I think the magicians made him this way, but this doesn't change that he's dangerous!'

Yukari didn't answer immediatelly. She looked pale and was frowning as if thinking about something.

'But it doesn't make any sense' she said finally. 'To me he seems afraid and confused.'

'Yukari... Promise me you won't go to him.'

'I...' she hesitated. 'I can't do that. I already promised him that I would help him...'

'Yukari...'

The brown-eyed girl shook her head. 'I can promise you I'll be careful, but that's all.'

Hitomi closed her eyes. Knowing her friend, this was as far as it would go – Yukari was too stubborn for her own good. What she wanted to know was why she chose this particular subject to be stubborn about.

'Why are you doing this, Yukari?'

She didn't answer, ducking her head and hiding her eyes behind her fringe. Hitomi looked closely at her, but she couldn't tell what was going through her head.

'I have my own reasons' she said eventually. 'I hope you will let me have my secret. Just like I let you have yours for all those years.'

Hitomi blinked. 'That's not the same! Yukari, Dilandau is dangerous! I'm just worried about you!'

She was surprised to see her friend glare at her angrily. 'And I was worried about you too! I thought something bad happened to you! You were suddenly so changed and you didn't want to tell me what happened and you just shut me out! Damn it, Hitomi, don't be a hypocrite!'

She was speechless for a moment. 'I...I'm really sorry...'

'Then let me have my own secret now' said Yukari firmly. 'I'll tell you one day, but for now it's my own business, all right?'

'All right' she agreed, defeated.

'Good. And now I think we should be getting back. It's really late.'

They ate the rest of their cheesecakes, gulped down their juice and headed home.

A drop of rain fell from the hood of Van's vivid yellow coat and on top of his nose. He wiped at it angrily and glared at the offending sky.

Apparently there had been a hole in the orphanage's roof for nearly four months now, but there had been no one to fix it, so Mrs Nakamura closed the upstairs room that had been affected and put basins underneath the leak whenever it rained. This, of course, wasn't a comfortable situation, therefore when a chance to change it arrived, the old matron jumped on it without thinking. To her credit, she had told him he could take care of the leak after it stopped raining, but he had been so desperate to prove that she hadn't made a mistake in letting him stay that he insisted on doing it right away.

And here he was, soaked, as the so called „water-proof" coat he got from Mrs Nakamura didn't really work, tired and confused as hell, sitting on the roof and vainly trying to figure out how to fix the problem in front of him.

Fanelia was a rural country and its royal family had never felt the need for strict codes of how to behave – there were no stupid rules to follow and a minimal list of things that didn't 'become' a prince. Still, he supposed, even though he had been free to play with other children – not that he did all that often, though – and was a step-brother to a cat-girl, he had led a pretty sheltered life. As a young boy he received thorough education – he learned about both science and literature – and Vargas taught him sword-fighting, but he was too inexperienced to take a big part in ruling the country. His princely duties were few and far between, even though he was the last member of the royal family. He spent most of his days outdoors, wandering the grounds and woods, brooding about his fate and preparing for the day when he would have to kill a dragon.

No one had ever thought it important to teach him how to actually work with your hands.

Taking care of Escaflowne had been fun and not actual work, as it was connected with fighting and war, so perfectly in character for a young king.

Fixing a leaking roof, on the other hand, went far beyond the duties of a king.

'An ex-king' he reminded himself with exasperation. 'You're one of the people now, idiot, this is your life now.'

He held up a roof-tile and squinted at it through the raindrops. How the hell was he supposed to stick it between the others to cover the hole, he had no idea. The tiles lined up in a fixed pattern and if he wanted to insert one in the middle of it, he had to re-do an entire row. Removing the damaged tile had been relatively easy... but now he really drew a blank.

'Damn it' he growled under his breath. 'Way to go, Van, way to go.'

He looked closely at the tiles around the hole and ran a hand along their edges. He could feel long dents that perfectly matched the protuberances on the tile he held in his lap.

Frowning in disbelief, he put the tile over the hole, pushed it under the others and heard a click.

He sat for a moment, feeling another drop trailing down his cheek.

And then promptly burst out laughing.

'Are you all right?' Mrs Nakamura asked, leaning out the window on his left. 'Oh, you're finished! That's wonderful. Now come down before you catch a cold.'

Still chuckling, Van gathered his tools and climbed back into the house. The temperature in the room was as low as the one outside and the mug of hot coffee Mrs Nakamura held out for him felt like heaven.

'Now get out of these wet clothes' she said while closing the window. 'Because I've got another job for you...'

He looked at her expectantly.

'You'll clear out this room and move your things up here... You're a lot older than the other children and you really shouldn't be sleeping in the same room as the boys' she gave him a look. 'So, since you fixed the roof, I have a perfectly good room for you to use... Well, that's if you don't mind the ruined ceiling.'

He looked up at the dark wet stains and bits of plaster dangling off above his head and grimaced.

Mrs Nakamura raised her eyebrows. 'I guess you'll have to live with it for now.'

'I guess you're right' he muttered, before turning to face her. 'Thank you, Madam, for taking me in.'

Her expression was impassive. 'You have your uses, boy' she said, before clapping him on the back and moving towards the door. 'I advise you to start right now if you want to sleep here tonight.'

She left and Van turned to look around. It was a complete mess – random furniture and boxes lay about in every corner and were covered in a thick layer of dust.

Mrs Nakamura was right – if he wanted to sleep here tonight, he'd have to start immediatelly.

He changed into dry clothes, finished his coffee and went to work. It took him the next three hours to turn the room into a place that was barely livable. It would have to do for now, though, as he was so tired he couldn't even move a hair.

He managed to gather enough strenght to go downstairs and bring all of his things into his new room. While sorting out his belongings he noticed a middle-sized brown package and remembered the night before he left Gaea.

'It's Celena's present' he thought in wonder and set to unwrap it. Inside he found a small but beautiful drawing of a Fanelian landscape. His chest tightened as he traced the lines of the picture with his fingers. On the other side of the drawing there was a message from Celena:

So that in your voyages you never forget where you came from.

'Thank you' he thought heartfully. 'I will not forget.'

He set the drawing on a nightstand that stood next to his new bed and looked back into the box.

What he saw made him do a double-take. There was a stack of papers with diagrams, drawings and neat handwriting, but none of what was written there made any sense to him. When he saw the Zaibach crest on one of them he realised these had to be the documents Allen had told him about some time ago.

The documents concerning Celena.

And Dilandau.

With rising alarm, he tore open the yellowy envelope addressed to him and set to read the letter it contained.

By the end of the letter his hands were shaking and all he saw was red.

Sanako Yamashita looked at herself in the mirror. Limp, shoulder-lenght black hair, dark, blodshot eyes and deep lines on her forehead and between her eyebrows indicated that she was somewhere in her late forties, when in fact her fortieth birthday was still three months away. Her tired face, neglected appearance and dull, cheap clothes spoke of a life that hadn't been spoiling her and of hardships that she had had to overcome. Ever since the accident twelve years ago, which was the cause of Keiji's coma, she had had to deal with a withdrawing, grieving husband, self-blaming daughter and her own depression. Many fights, almost tearing the family apart, a constant tension in the household and the ever-growing amount of money spent on medical treatment were the reason why Sanako looked the way she did.

Yet for all of those years her hope had never wavered. She never ceased to believe that her only son would wake up and live a normal life some day. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay while remembering that frightening moment of almost three years ago when Natsuo had tentatively mentioned the idea of switching off the life-sustaining aparature.

Those had been the two darkest weeks of her life.

She opened her eyes and looked back at her reflection. The hospital restroom was clean, bare and, most important of all, empty. She could, for a moment, allow herself to show emotion, to let her face picture the grief inside her heart. It was so ugly a sight that she turned her head away.

Taking a deep steadying breath, she runmaged through her handbag in search of a tissue. She dabbed her tears off her cheeks, sniffled and gritted her teeth, trying to control herself. No, it wasn't a good idea to cry in front of him again.

When she first heard of Keiji's miraculous awakening, she had been elated. But after that violent incident she no longer knew what to think. Natsuo was still recovering, wincing from time to time because of the purple bruises covering his stomach and back. She was more concerned with his injured pride, though. She could barely understand how a man – a father – could feel after being overpowered by his own son.

The son that had supposedly been in a coma for twelve years and couldn't have know how to fight, as his mind shouldn't have aged a day.

Sanako frowned. The dreaming explanation of Keiji's state favoured by the doctors was quite sensible, but in her opinion lacked credibility. He couldn't have, even if he had the wildest imagination, morphed his personality from that of a five-year old into that of a teenager. Even if he seemed unstable and at times slightly... insane, her mind whispered. During the few talks she'd had with him she became certain that she was speaking with a mature young man, not a child.

That, and his surprising ability to fight, made her think that he might just be telling the truth and this teenage boy was not, in fact, her son at all.

Then who was it? And was it even possible that another person had... what? Possessed her son's body? Maybe it was some wandering soul, not ready to pass to the other side? She'd never been really religious, but her mind wasn't exactly adverse to things one couldn't rationally explain. Seeing her son in a coma while there was nothing wrong with him had always been a mystery no one could solve. Perhaps it was finally coming to an end. Maybe Keiji had been destined to have that accident. Maybe his body was destined to be a safe place for another soul. For Dilandau.

Sanako pressed her temples with her fingers. Her head was pounding and she still hadn't visited him and there were long hours before she could go to sleep.

She'd have to find this red-haired girl and talk to her. As much as the story about another world seemed unbelievable, she didn't want to disregard it. Everything that could shine some light onto this case was valuable to her.

Having made the decision, she looked into the mirror for the last time, gathered her things and went out into the hall. She figured that asking either Doctor Maeda or Doctor Stenson would be definitely counter-productive so she began her search by talking to the nurses. She went to their room and knocked politely.

'Mrs Yamashita?' asked the head nurse, putting her coffee mug away. 'Can I help you?'

'Yes. I am looking for a girl... Her name's Uchida and she has red hair. I think Doctor Maeda knows her... Have you seen her anywhere?'

The head nurse was about to decline when one of the younger ones, a twenty-something with a round, friendly face, spoke up.

'Her father is in the room next to your son's, Mrs Yamashita. I think she might be there with her mother right now.'

'Oh' said Sanako, slightly bewildered that finding the girl had been so easy. 'Thank you very much.'

She nodded goodbye and went straight to Mr Uchida's room. She paused before knocking, feeling just a bit silly for clinging to stupid paranormal fantasies like that, but when she heard the girl's voice tell her to come in, she did so without hesitance.

'Good afternoon' she said upon entering, smiling slightly. The girl and her mother, a well-dressed pretty middle-aged woman, were sitting by Mr Uchida's bed, his wife holding onto his hand, his daughter scribling in a school notebook.

'I, uh...' she said, feeling quite awkward. 'My name is Sanako Yamashita... My son is in the room next door...'

The woman's eyes widened and Sanako saw a murderous expression cross her face. 'You...! You dare to come here, after what your... your son has done to my daughter!'

To say that she was taken aback would be a huge understatement. She blinked owlishly at Mrs Uchida, trying in vain to remember what Keiji – Dilandau – might have done that she didn't know about.

Miss Uchida came to her rescue. 'Mum! Stop it! It's not her fault and it's nothing to get so angry about...'

'Angry?! I'm not angry! I'm furious! That boy threatened you! Are you telling me it's not serious?!'

Sanako's jaw almost dropped in shock. What?

Miss Uchida sighed. 'Mum, it was a ballpoint pen. He was bluffing and he didn't hurt me at all, so please calm down.' She turned to look quizzically at Sanako. 'Mrs Yamashita? Why are you here?'

She was snapped out of her surprise. 'What? Oh! I, well, I wanted to talk to you about what you said yesterday...'

Miss Uchida's eyes gleamed with a strange light. 'All right. Would you mind waiting for me in the cafeteria, Ma'am?'

Sanako shook her head, watching bemusedly as Mrs Uchida's gaze drifted from her to her daughter in a confused fashion. She made to go and before she left she heard the beginning of an argument.

'What is going on? You aren't planning on going, are you?'

'Mum...!'

She closed the door and their voices toned down to a dull mumble. Sighing, she made her way down to the cafeteria, where she ordered a cup of coffee – black – and waited.

It took Miss Uchida ten minutes to reach her.

'I'm so sorry' she said. 'My mum's is a bit worried about me and doesn't like to be left in the dark...'

'Why didn't you tell her, then?'

The girl grimaced. 'Because it's not something she will believe.'

'And you think I will believe it?' asked Sanako, feeling tired and not quite sure that what she was doing wasn't the result of her headache.

Miss Uchida gave her a pointed look. 'You already believed me, didn't you? You wouldn't be here otherwise, right?'

Sanako rubbed at her temples again. 'I'm not really sure... I just think that Doctor Maeda's theory has some flaws... And when it comes to Keiji I'm open to all kinds of explanations. You know that he has been in a coma for twelve years, yet no one could tell why?'

'Really?'

'Of course he had an accident, but there was no lasting damage, no changes, absolutely nothing that would cause prolonged sleep. His body was developing as it would have if he were awake, there was no emaciation, nothing. And when he did wake up, he almost didn't feel any discomfort at all. No problems with movement... He acts and speaks like a young man, not a five year old. His dreams couldn't have been so detailed!'

Miss Uchida was nodding. 'That's because he lived through those years somewhere else.'

Sanako's head snapped towards the girl. 'What?'

'I talked to Hitomi yesterday' she said as an explanation. And then she launched into a very long story about a world with two moons, about dragons, humanoid tanks, royalty, angels, fate and war. Sanako listened to her with wide eyes, all the time trying to believe her and keep herself from believing. The tale was so glorious, so impossible, yet so fascinating... When she was finished, Sanako didn't really know what to say.

Finally she managed to form a couple of words. 'What... all of that... has to do with my son?'

Miss Uchida became pensive. 'This is the weirdest part, you see... Hitomi knew Dilandau when she was on Gaea. Apparently he was a high-class soldier in Zaibach and an experiment of some magicians... He talked about them, didn't he?'

'Yes...' Sanako muttered, staring.

'Hitomi said that those magicians kidnapped children and used them as guinea pigs to experiment with the fate-altering machine. One of them, a five year old girl named Celena was changed into Dilandau.'

Sanako blinked. 'What?'

'They used her to create another person. They changed her gender and named the boy they created Dilandau Albatou. And then they trained him to be a soldier.'

'That... is that even possible?'

Miss Uchida shrugged. 'I don't know... But Hitomi was sure about it. She said that during the final battle he changed back into Celena and hasn't appeared since.'

'How does she know that?'

'Because Van is on Earth right now' answered Miss Uchida calmly.

'Van...? The boy that...?'

'Yes, the one that gave Dilandau that scar. Well, the one that seems to be missing.'

Sanako buried her face in her hands. 'I don't understand this! Why did Dilandau wake up in my son's body? And where is my son?!'

She glanced at the girl, but her face was blank. 'I don't know' she admitted softly. 'I'm trying to figure it out, but it all seems impossible, doesn't it?'

They were silent for a moment, both thinking. Miss Uchida was the first to speak.

'Maybe' she whispered, eyes wide. 'Maybe Dilandau's spirit disconnected with Celena's body during that fight and was floating about, without anchor... And Van's journey created a channel between our worlds and Dilandau's spirit slipped in somehow? And then entered the closest body that he could?'

Sanako could feel tears gathering in her eyes. 'Does that mean... that my son is... dead?'

Miss Uchida gasped. 'No! No, I didn't say that!'

'But why would Dilandau enter a body that already had a spirit? Wouldn't he choose one that was empty?'

'Well, uh... but Celena...'

'But that was different, wasn't it!? They had forced him into her body! What if he couldn't have done that by himself?' she was quickly becoming hysterical. 'My son must have been dead since the accident! We were just kidding ourselves, keeping his body alive...'

She broke down, sobs wracking her tired body, her earlier headache paling in comparison to the pain she felt in her heart. Twelve years... and it had all been for nothing! She would never get her son back... Her family would be torn apart even more than it was already...

She felt a sure grip on her hands and she cried harder for what she had lost.

When Hitomi came to see Van later that day, she was unprepared for the deer-caught-in-headlights expression on his face. Blinking in confusion at his tight grip on her arm she allowed him to drag her into what appeared to be his own, personal room. She had no time to ask about it, for Van sat her down on his new bed and pushed a stack of yellow parchment into her hands. Bewildered, she started reading.

And as she read everything suddenly became crystal clear.

This was the letter Celena had slipped into Van's farewell present. She had seen it in a dream, which must have been a vision, after all. Or, rather, a memory, as it were. Why would her psychic powers suddenly return in full force, she did not know, but this was proof enough.

But this was immaterial. Much more important were the contents of said letter – and they shone a lot of light on what she had heard from Yukari two hours earlier.

Dilandau Albatou was really on Earth.

She looked at Van with a frightened expression, her mind working in overdrive. Van's face was grim.

'I thought I was free of him forever' he hissed angrily. 'I thought he was gone for good.'

She was silent, watching in trepidation as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

'And I helped him return!' he snarled, no longer bothering to keep his voice quiet. 'And she wants me to go and help him adjust to his new life!'

She was about to say something – anything – but caught herself. Van didn't appear to want a conversation right now, he needed to vent his frustration and get rid of his anger. Therefore she stayed quiet, listening and thinking.

'The bastard destroyed my homeland! He and his band of psychopaths killed my people! My people! And Vargas, too! And she...! She expects me to... How could she... I thought she was a friend...'

Not knowing what else was there to do, Hitomi moved closer to him and put her arms around his tense frame. He was shaking with anger so great that she feared she would not be able to stop him if it came to the worst.

Which it of course promptly did.

'I'm going to kill him!' he snarled suddenly. 'He's going to die! At my hands!'

He shot to his feet and it took all of Hitomi's strenght to keep him from dashing to the door. Her insides were clenched with a mixture of fear and grief, but she somehow managed to wrestle him back on the bed and stand in his way.

'Van, stop it!' she cried fiercely. 'You have to calm down!'

'Get out of my way, Hitomi!' he snapped in her face. 'This doesn't concern you! This is a matter for men...!'

He didn't get to finish his sentence, for her hand connected with his face in a violent snap. He reeled back, falling on the bed and gawking at her.

'This doesn't concern me...!' she nearly screamed. 'How does this not concern me, Van! You were just about go out there and get yourself killed...! And you don't even know where he is, he could be half a world away and you need never meet each other... Please stop being stupid... I don't want you to go and do something foolish... Not when I just got you back...'

She burst into tears, both from imagining what may happen if he were to actually meet Dilandau and from the guilt she felt at having lied to him. Dilandau was an hour train ride away, in easy reach and, from what Yukari said, confined to a hospital room and quite vulnerable. If Van ever found out about his whereabouts he would probably try to do something stupid... something irreversable...

Having him kill another person was even worse than being killed.

And she couldn't let that happen.

'I love you' she said in desperation. 'Please listen to me...'

His eyes were so round and big that for one silly moment she thought they might pop out of his face. It took her a long, embarrassing moment to realise what she had just blurted out and she immediatelly felt her cheeks heat up with mortification.

The silence that stretched over the room was deafening.

'I...' he said eventually. 'Hitomi, I...'

And then he stood up, crossed the distance between them and crushed her to his chest. He was shaking again, but this time it wasn't because of anger.

They stood like that, awkwardly hugging, until her tears subsided.

'I'm sorry' he whispered raggedly. 'I was just...'

'I know' she said quickly, pulling even closer. 'I'm sorry I slapped you.'

He gave a short laugh. 'Don't worry, I probably deserved it.'

'Yes, you did' she said teasingly. 'What was this about men and their matters, huh?'

He pulled back and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. 'I don't know what you mean.'

'You...!' she sputtered, laughing.

Any disappointment she might have felt because of not hearing those words back from him was squashed as Mrs Nakamura knocked on the door and called them to help with the children.

Later that night, when he wasn't watching, she went to his room and nicked Celena's letter from his bag.

At first she dreamed about pink ribbons tying her arms and legs and finally strangling her, then her subconscious showed her images of Van's face under a large tree, its leaves moving with the wind. She turned to the other side with a sigh.

She dreamed of clearings full of daisies and sunflowers and the scent of mint. Then she dreamed of wind ruffling her hair and of Van standing behind her, his hands on her waist and the sight of two orbs gleaming on the starry sky.

And then the dream changed.

Images of pale flesh on pale flesh, a flash of a breast, a muscular arm caressing it with brutal love, looking like the embodiment of an oxymoron. Sighs and moans, lots of red and lots of steam.

She groaned in her sleep and the dream turned pleasant once again.

A/N: Here goes the next chapter! A bit of angst, humour – at least I hope you found it funny xD – and some mystery thrown in for good measure. We're slowly getting to the point when some answers will finally be revealed, but for now I leave you with even more questions :) I hope you enjoyed it. And if you did... please leave reviews:D