Chapter 10: Nagaya

Could last night have really happened? Was it just a dream? Kazue confirms by opening her eyes to take in the scene around her. Her obsidian-haired husband lies inches away from her, the usual stern frown on his brow relaxed. His soft breaths caress her neck and his large arms snake around her waist. So it wasn't a dream, Kazue smiles and lets her fingers run through his hair gently, a blush across her cheeks. Madara's eyes flutter open in disorientation before he looks at her, his gaze softens and his lips draw into a small smile as if he too was glad to confirm last night hadn't been a dream.

"Good morning." His husky voice draws Kazue closer

"Good morning." She repeats, her fingers tangled in his hair

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mm, did you?"

"I did." He smiles before pulling her closer to his chest and resting his head in the crook of her neck. "Will you sleep here from now on?"

"Only if we don't quarrel." She brushes her lips over his hair

"You can storm off as much as you like, I'll carry you back myself." He snuggles closer to her. The two lie comfortably for several moments, savouring the touch of each other's skin and the closeness of their bodies. Until last night, neither of them had acknowledged that allowing the other to be close for once, had lifted an invisible burden from their chests. Like a breath they didn't realise they were holding had been exhaled, replaced by fresh oxygen.

"By the way, you dropped this while we were at Konoha for the dinner." Kazue lifts up a silvery necklace Madara never imagined he'd see again, he jumps slightly in surprise.

"How did you find that?!" he exclaims as he shuffles to sit up

"I knew you were fiddling with something while we were walking…and when you came back inside, you didn't have it." She shrugs, Madara turns to hide an almost bashful expression

"I had it made. I intended to gift it to you."

"Why didn't you?" she crawls closer to him, holding the sheets over her chest

"I… I imagined you wouldn't-" he mumbles

"Wouldn't what?" she probes

"Like it…"

"How on earth would you have surmised that?" she folds her arms and frowns quizzically

"You seemed happy when Tobirama arrived, it didn't seem as if…" the Uchiha looks away and runs a hand through his hair,

"Tobirama again?" she chuckles and pulls his chin toward her before he can protest, "He tried to kiss me that night, you know-"

"He what?!" Madara charges to his feet before Kazue yanks him back down onto the bed and presses a kiss to his surprised lips,

"I couldn't do it… because when I thought of who I wanted in front of me… I could only see you." She finishes, leaving him dazed and captivated. "If anyone should be suspicious, shouldn't it be me?"

"I don't argue with you on that. Physical release is mundane to me, it's not that I cared for any of them the way I do for you. But when you look at him… it's as if you're truly in love." The Uchiha looks away again, doubt starting to niggle at him

"Uchiha-san." Her calling his name snaps up his attention. "I'm your wife. There may have been a time that I thought I could love him. But that's just impossible now, because unfortunately and at times subconsciously, I think I'm hopelessly in love with you. How much more obvious do I need to be?"

Her words take several repetitions in his mind before they sink in. Beyond the shock and abruptness of her words, a sharp gust of emotion hits Madara with such force, the ninja struggles to regain his breath for a moment. Kazue's eyes widen at the blank expression on Madara's face, he looks as if the breath in his chest has been knocked out. Had she said something to upset him?

"M-Madara?" she reaches out to touch his shoulder.

Suddenly, she feels herself keeling back into the soft mattress of the bed, muscular arms wrapping around her body tightly. Madara holds his wife to his chest and doesn't loosen his grip at her protests.

"I love you." He repeats against her collarbone. Kazue returns his embrace, enjoying the rise and fall of his broad chest against her stomach.

"Hah! Looks like I win that wager! My estimate was the closest!" Izuna slaps his knee in triumph at the crowd of Uchiha residents around the doors to Madara's room

"Wait, Izuna-sama. Someone else had a closer bet." One of the gardeners calls out,

"What?!" he huffs in exasperation, "Who on earth could have had more faith than me?!"

"Me." Haruo steps out from behind the crowd and snags the pouch of coins from Izuna's hands, "Sorry ni-san, maybe you'll win next time." The boy grins before sauntering off cheerily.

"Are you kidding me?! He's not even old enough to gamble!" The elder Uchiha collapses in frustration,

"He did spend quite a lot of time with Hashirama while we were in Konoha. You know how he is with betting." Madara's voice issues from behind a shocked Izuna who turns and gives a sheepish expression at his brother. Madara stands a head taller than him, his muscular form covered by a robe and his brow quizzically raised.

"Heh, ohayo ni-san…" He raises his hands in surrender

"I'm sure you all weren't wagering about the timeline of intimate activities between my wife and I?" the Uchiha leader's voice is velveteen poison, the crowd seems to shrink back. Madara laughs once to diffuse the tension before slapping his younger brother on the back and strolling off. The crowd is astonished, along with Izuna who rubs his back in confusion. Did he just laugh in public? Was that really Madara Uchiha? Izuna's shock turns into smug admiration. He must've gotten laid.

Kazue notices her brother-in-law's crude expression as she walks out of the bedroom, hushed voices fleeing the scene around him. She comes to stand beside him, he's still oblivious, before she whispers.

"You'd better drop that expression before we arrange your marriage." She smirks and Izuna receives another slap on the back. His expression descends into horrified panic.

Tobirama twists his kunai in his fingers, flipping it between his hands occasionally. Since, she left Konoha a couple of weeks ago, he'd struggled to remove his thoughts from Kazue. That night, he'd sensed the apprehension on her. Could it be that she had developed feelings for Madara? He knew he could offer her so much more than the stoic unfeeling Uchiha. He wonders if Madara has the capacity for gentleness, for love or delicacy. A hand on his shoulder shakes the silver-haired shinobi from his thoughts.

"Tobi, what's on your mind?" Hashirama settles on the steps beside him, his warm smile appears to beam against the afternoon sunlight.

"Nothing, really." Tobirama lies

"A conversation is no fun if you're not honest, Tobi. Let me guess. Kazue-chan?" Hashirama takes his brother's silence as a yes. "I understand you have strong feelings for her."

"Do you think Madara could ever give her the care and protection she deserves?" Tobirama huffs in exasperation

"I do." Hashirama replies quickly and surely much to his brother's disgust

"Honestly, Ni-san."

"If there's one thing to note about Madara, it's that when he loves, he loves fiercely. I've known him a long time, Tobi, I trust him with Kazue."

"You can't be serious, he doesn't know what love is."

"He agreed to a major alliance after almost losing his brother. He protects the people he leads."

"He protects the Uchiha…" Tobirama scowls

"Tobirama. You've never been able to empathise with the Uchiha, especially Madara. Perhaps it's time you gave them a chance? The future needs trust and mutual respect-" Hashirama's gentle hand on his brother's head is shoved aside

"When it comes to it, I won't hesitate to take him down." The younger Senju smoulders

"Brother, I'm not ready to lose you over such things. You have much to learn about being a leader." Hashirama's tone becomes serious

"You're saying he's better than me."

"I'm saying that as you are now, it would be unwise for you to behave impulsively. I know what each of you are capable of and I'm not discrediting you. But you have to consider the repercussions of your actions."

"Sometimes I wonder if you consider him more of a brother than I." Tobirama stands and leaves Hashirama sitting alone on the steps.

That Tobirama…Hashirama's younger brother had always been passionate about protecting what was precious to him, to the observer it might come off as anger or contempt to those he believes to threaten this. The truth is, Tobirama loves fiercely as well. Though he doesn't forgive easily. Hashirama sighs in disdain.

"Don't worry so much, love." Mito's soft voice seems to balm Hashirama's stresses

"He feels alone. I just wish there was something I could do to change that." He rests his head on her small shoulder when she comes to sit beside him.

"He'll find what he's looking for. You can't do everything by yourself, alright? Everyone wants someone to protect, someone that wants to protect them. If Kazue and he are truly meant to be then he has nothing to worry about. Destiny plays out on its own, we can only hope that the suspense it leaves us in is short." She clasps his large hand in both of hers

"You should really write some of your musings down. They're almost prophetic." He chuckles and nuzzles her neck

"And you should get on to finishing that stack of paperwork that's been obstructing the doorway, Hashirama-san." She scowls, letting her shoulder drop

"Mito-chan! Come back!" He laughs, trying to catch her as she shuffles away, "You know. I want to find someone for Tobi like you are for me." His smile drops into a thoughtful expression as he looks upon his slender wife. Her long crimson hair is bound into two buns atop her head and her poise is regal. Perfection. He grins. An arranged marriage was something he'd never anticipated enjoying. But, he had fallen in love with Mito Uzumaki the moment he'd laid eyes on her. In times of doubt or failure, she'd be the first to calm his mind, to tell him that he shouldn't give up. Each day without fail, he'd find another reason or be reminded of a hundred reasons to love her.

"He'll find someone himself, don't you worry. Your brother is capable, perhaps more confident than you when it comes to these things." She winks at her shocked husband before strolling off

"Mito-chan! Come now, don't be like that!" he follows after her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The Uchiha residence seems to take on a peaceful and comforting demeanour. Haruo would regularly accompany Madara and Kazue on their morning walks together, Izuna would find himself chatting with Kazue in the libraries and enjoying the company of his brother at meetings. Kanako and the other servants had become more at ease around their usually stern head of house, there were times when Madara would even bid them good morning as he passed them in the halls. Kazue had become rather popular with the residents, they'd often garden together or decorate the gazebo for the evenings. The Uzumaki Uchiha would send letters each week to her sister in Konoha, detailing of the events happening in the household and her newfound closeness to her husband. Yet, no news returned each time of Tobirama, nor did he return her letters, Mito had advised this wasn't to be taken personally. For the most part, Kazue understood. Afterall, he had told her how he felt and she hadn't said anything to respond to him, though it made her worry he was distancing himself from Hashirama and Mito too.

Madara settles into his chair as the meeting commences, elated at how amiable the environment in the residence is. Matters of politics and economy are discussed before a topic catches his attention.

"We understand you and Kazue-sama now share quarters." An advisor says

"News travels fast in this household." he grumbles

"Madara-sama, we all agree that consummating this marriage is important and it has been delayed more than a month-" Madara cringes at the words and swallows a hot gulp of tea, "Not only is an heir required, but other clans will start to-"

"To what? Doubt my leadership just because my wife and I haven't had sex yet?" His sharp words silence the advisors, "It's hardly any of your, let alone their, business."

"Please understand, Madara-sama. We're only saying this for the sake of the clan."

"I respect your concerns and I will disclose further details at my own discretion." He waves a hand

"Madara-sama, there is one other issue at hand." He collects his papers and clears his throat

"Go on."

"The Nagaya township was ransacked and left in flames last night. We suspect rogue-nin had a role in it, but the alarming part is that crosses have been etched onto anything bearing clan crests in the town. A symbol of dissociation and disrespect."

"Are there any survivors of the attack?" he jolts and searches around, receiving nothing but silence, "Women? Children?" he shakes his head.

"None survived, sir."

"Unbelievable." Madara blinks once and sinks back into his chair in a detached daze.

All of these strange occurrences had increased over the last couple of months, this in particular appeared to be the most violent one yet. Sharp shivers run through the Uchiha, at least three different clans resided in the Nagaya township, it wasn't even as if it was a politically influential stronghold or a place which housed strong kekkei-genkai. What motive could one have to justify killing so many at a time of peace? They hadn't even spared women and children. Who would partake in such crimes? He knew he'd have to address the matter as soon as possible, though it would be inevitable that it would greatly upset Kazue. She, in particular, needed to be protected. There's no way he'd let them take her again. Madara sets his empty teacup down and stands.

"Organise a group of our best jonin, divide them into two groups. Those with greater experience will remain here to guard the residence, the rest will come with me. We leave for the village at sunset."

Madara billows into the room as Kazue is stocking his bookshelf with several of her own texts, Kanako is helping fold and put away her clothes into their dresser. The two women watch in confusion as the Uchiha leader strips and begins shrugging on his mission gear. Kazue's stomach flutters without fail as he slips on his red armour.

"Madara? What's going on?" Kazue finally asks before he looks up and gains his attention

"Kazue, I have to leave for a mission. The Nagaya township was destroyed last night."

"What do you mean destroyed?!" Kazue's eyes widen

"There aren't any survivors according to our reports."

"What mission could you possibly have?" she steps forward trying to make sense of her husband's frantic movements

"I have some work to do… there are some issues to discuss with the other clan heads-"

"You're going to Nagaya, aren't you?" her face drops into disappointment and concern

"Don't worry yourself, Kazue. I'll be back by morning." He winks at her though her expression doesn't change.

"Why go at night, when an ambush would disadvantage your team? Set out in the morning!"

"They're active at night. Now is the only time to catch them. Have some faith in us. I'm only taking the best jonin with me." He chuckles before smoothing her hair

"I have faith in you but I don't like this whole situation. It feels wrong, whoever tried to take Haruo wasn't… wasn't like any ninja I've faced before. There's something wrong about it all. If you're taking jonin, then let me go too?"

"Absolutely not." Finality rings in his suddenly stern voice, "I'll be home soon. Just try to sleep." He tucks her hair behind her ear and turns to leave.

"Madara?"

"Mm?" he pauses

"Please come back safe."

"Always." He presses his lips to her forehead before reaching the gates in a single bound. His armour glints in the sunset behind him.

In a moment, the image of her mother's long burgundy hair fluttering through the doorway flashes through her mind. She can almost see her mother's small smile, hear her gentle voice as she tells her she'll be back home as soon as her mission finished. The unusual grey of her irises almost looks golden in the sunset outside, Kazue remembers the warm aura which seemed to console and calm her that night until she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep. When that morning came, ten years ago, her mother hadn't returned. She'd never made it through the night. A violent shudder disorientates Kazue until Kanako catches her arm and settles her on the armchair.

"Kazue-san?!" she asks

"I'm fine. Just felt a little dizzy." Kazue waves her hand and manages a smile which doesn't fool the older woman.

"Madara-sama will be fine, try not to worry."

"I just don't like the events that have been happening recently, Kanako. There's something connecting it all, I know he senses it too. I don't want anyone to get hurt if Nagaya is a trap."

"Trust in his leadership, he would not let his comrades die, Kazue-san." She smiles and pats her knee, "I'll bring you tea. I know I won't be able to convince you to sleep. But I can at least settle you with a book and hope you read until you tire." She winks

"Thank you, Kanako." Kazue smiles warmly at her, though Kanako may not always understand the extent of what she feels, she always knew what to say and how much space to give her.

Madara and the other ninja stand silent and breathless at the foot of Nagaya's border. The township is barely recognisable, levelled to the earth in a lumpy carpet of rock and wood. Moving closer, they can see the bodies.

Strewn in unnatural positions across the ruins, villagers lie pale and lifeless. Anger and sorrow threatens to rampage through the Uchiha leader. What cruelty. He notices the apprehension and disbelief in his subordinates at the sight ahead.

"Bury the bodies respectfully and search for evidence. Keep alert." Madara orders before walking into the chaos ahead.

Half expecting Kazue to be in the library, he takes note of the lack of light and warmth from the room. He gently pushes his door open and finds himself smile when Kazue looks up at him from his bed and sets down her book before walking to him and pulling him into an embrace. She seems to disappear against his chest.

"Welcome home." She smiles, relieved to see no cuts or bruises over her husband.

"I could get used to this." He grins kissing her lips softly, Kazue immediately notices the weariness of her husband.

"What happened?"

"Nagaya is as they reported, it could hardly even be called rubble. We've buried the bodies we could find. But it doesn't change the fact that we didn't see many traces of enemy activity. I'm worried they'll attack another township. I can only think of few ninja with the ability to crush such a town overnight, I couldn't feel any familiar chakra signatures." Madara settles on the side of the bed, pulling at his armour before Kazue comes over and helps his fumbling hands.

"How cruel these people must be… Has Hashirama-ni-sama said anything in response?" Kazue frowns, the thought of the children lost makes her feel nauseous. How must he feel?

"Not yet, but this is something that can't be ignored. I should have monitored this issue from the start." Madara feels irritated at himself, a throb of guilt runs through him

"How could we have known such a thing would happen? Don't blame yourself." She caresses his cheek and smooths the frown in his brows. "Enough about that. You need to rest, we'll work on this issue and I know Hashirama-ni-sama will do everything he can to help." She nods at him. Madara sighs in exhaustion and decides Kazue is right. The two settle into bed eventually, Madara enjoys the feel of Kazue's silky skin as he lets his head rest on her chest. Her fingertips play with his obsidian locks.

"I'm more tired than I have been in a while." Madara admits

"Looks like you're the one coming up with excuses not to sleep with me." Kazue winks at him

"I could still-" he protests before she tucks him into bed again

"Shh. Just sleep. I'll watch over you for tonight." Her soft words reassure him enough that sleep comes easily.

Kazue stays awake for a while after her husband's breaths become soft and even. What link did the rogue ninja have with that creature that tried to kidnap Haruo? What message could they want to send by destroying Nagaya and the villagers? Nagaya was completely unprepared for an attack of such magnitude, and it was possible most other villages would be too. The times of peace had made people less alert, and less prepared for battle. What would Father do? She could send a letter to inform him, although it would only put Uzushio in danger too. Since her move from Uzushio to Konoha, she hadn't trained nearly as much as she used to, Kazue was sure that her defences had weakened over the last month or so. They couldn't just rely on Madara to protect everyone and everything, even if he is capable of the feat. Something was in the works that makes Kazue's stomach churn and her breathing strained, when it hit, they all needed to be prepared.

The next day, Kazue gusts into Madara's study, catching the startled Uchiha off guard at his desk.

"Train with me." Kazue drops both her palms on his desk and leans so her eyes are flush with his, their faces inches apart.

"What?" Madara drops his papers and stares blankly at his wife, blinking a couple of times.

"Train with me!" she repeats

"Where is this coming from? I'm sure there are others to spar with you." He frowns in confusion

"Scared?" she raises her brow, her voice confident

"Cheeky." His eyes glint with amusement at his daring wife

"I know you're better than me but at least it'll make me improve? What if there's a time where you're not with me and I have to defend myself?"

"Don't say that."

"But what if? Don't you want to know that I could hold my own?"

"You can't be serious all of a sudden."

"I am."

"Kazue…"

"Madara."

"Tomorrow morning alright?" he relents massaging his temples as his wife hugs him enthusiastically and kisses his cheek before flitting out of the room. What's gotten into her? He rubs his cheek and find himself smile. Though she was correct, at least he could assess her ability to defend herself should it come to it. Tomorrow morning it is.

Without intending to, Kazue finds herself standing still and awestruck, fixated on the man in front of her. His movements are graceful… fluid and seamless. It is true that Madara Uchiha stood in a league of his own. Each step and each punch is calculated and accurate. The skies seem to heat up with each of his blows and the water in the lake begins to churn. Each transition of posture of his is effortless and so smoothly executed, there could be no ninja in the world but one that could possibly hope to keep up with such a man. He stood in a league of his own. It makes her wonder of the battles he had faced until now. No one developed skill and ability like this without having fought in multiple wars. She recalls Kanako's recount of Madara nearly losing his brother. What kind of drive to protect your loved ones would one require to reach even close to the abilities Madara possesses? His hits never miss because there would have been no second chances back then. She continues to watch in amazement as he bounds from one cliff edge to another tens of metres away, the solid rock crumbling slightly under the force of his legs. She could imagine Madara becoming a great leader, if only everyone could see his fierce will to protect, his strength and his smile. She was sure anyone who saw those three attributes of the usually stern Uchiha would accept him.

"You're not just going to stand there are you?" he yells at her from the other side of the valley, "Come spar with me!"

Reluctantly snapping out of her daze, Kazue copies his jumps to catch up to him at the cliff top. The sight of his shirtless chest glinting in the sunlight makes her blush slightly, she scowls. Even after all this time she still can't control her emotions. Madara raises his eyebrows, as if asking her if she is ready to begin. Crouching into stance, Kazue focuses entirely on him.

He charges first intending to test her out. He isn't disappointed. Kazue returns his strikes and blocks faster than he had anticipated she could. Madara wasn't fighting near his full capacity, yet neither was Kazue, he decides her to be at or above the level of many of his own jonin. He grabs the nape of her neck when he sees an opening and grins as he dodges her kunai.

"Cheeky." He remarks, letting go of the shadow clone in front of him and turning back to the tree above him. Kazue stands barefoot on a thick branch, he burgundy red hair flowing in the breeze. Madara admires her small form for a moment. Though he didn't quite like her using Tobirama's jutsu, her execution was immaculate. Several bullets of water spiral past him. Madara jumps from rock to rock near the cliff edge, keeping an eye on Kazue's water jutsu. He lets his own fireball jutsu split into several flames that extinguish each ball of water. Though he notices the presence behind him, he lets a hand wrap around his ankle. Kazue rises from the water and pulls him backward. Madara refocuses as air whizzes past him on his descent over the cliff edge, he notices her before throwing another fireball back at her.

All he hears is a splash of water and feels a spray of rain as his jutsu contacts her. So she does water clones too? He raises an amused brow. When his feet land on the water surface and he stands upright, Kazue is already behind him. The two exchange blow after blow, Kazue's kicks are fluid but strong. Madara feels a sense of pride at his wife's skill. He lets himself engage in the fight more, only moving faster where Kazue could handle it. Kazue feels fatigue setting in already, despite her stamina and Madara holding himself back, fighting him at any level is no easy feat. The tightness in her chest grows as exhaustion sets in, though she tries to supress her chakra from spilling through her.

Madara jolts when he feels a white-hot flame lick his palm. Looking up, he notices an orange shroud around Kazue. It is subtle and difficult to make out at times, but there is no doubt that her body is enveloped in burning chakra, any moisture in the air seems to hiss when it breezes past her. Testing her out, he lets a hand contact the chakra. As expected, he recoils his hand instinctively when the orange burns his fingertips, though the injury heals immediately. Kazue, as if noticing something wrong, squeezes her eyes shut for a second before the chakra around her dissipates into the air. The atmosphere seems to drop in temperature. Shaking off something from her mind, she repositions herself and crouches to fight again. The sun dips below the hills around them when they decide to stop for the day.

Kazue collapses into the bed of grass under them, her ragged breaths taking a while to even. Madara lies down beside her and observes the rapid rise and fall of her small chest under her shirt. A sheen of sweat covers Kazue's forehead, her brows furrowed in exhaustion. Madara stares up at the blue sky above, now that they'd stopped training, the air seems cooler and lighter. She'd fought well for someone young and relatively inexperienced, though he could tell she wasn't a stranger to combat or strategy. Another thought comes to his mind as he recalls the shroud of chakra that had surrounded her earlier.

"What did you do with your chakra just then?" Madara looks back at her after he props himself up on an elbow

"I can't really help it, it's been like that since I was young. When my emotions aren't in check, my chakra seems to spill out like that." Kazue replies wiping sweat from her brow

"It could almost be a jutsu in itself. No matter how quickly I touched you, even if it was for a moment, the heat of your chakra burned me. It was like boiling water."

"I'm sorry! I don't mean to let it out like that, I'm really sorry-" Kazue shakes her head, disappointed in herself

"I'm just fine. I've have quite a few cuts and bruises here and there." He winks at his distressed wife, "Have you ever lost control of your chakra before?"

"I… Yes. I had once. It hadn't been much of an issue to me since then until I met you, I found it difficult to control it around you sometimes." She shudders, pushing away resurfacing memories

"You make me lose control too." He raises a brow at her and flashes his teeth in a grin which makes her blush. "When had you lost control of it?"

"When I was very young I was sent out to the forests with a group of ninja on an expedition… We were ambushed by a neighbouring clan." Her expression drops into hopelessness before Madara twists over and lays his head on her stomach, to his relief she seems to relax slightly. "We weren't expecting so many enemies to show up in our territory. They managed to take down every member of the group, they all fell trying to protect me until the very end…All I recall after that is everything turning red and my body burning up like a fever had taken me. When I woke up, I had bandages all over me from the burns. Father told me that I had charred the forest a mile in each direction from where I stood. None of the enemy clan survived it." Kazue closes her eyes and tries to focus on Madara's breathing, she feels her throat thicken, please say something.

"How old were you?"

"Ten."

"How do you feel about it now?" he peeks up at her while her runs his fingers through her scarlet hair,

"It was so long ago that I don't remember the details. I don't even remember faces, how terrible is that?" she gives an empty laugh, "But I do remember that they were precious to me, and that losing

them made me feel… rage." She stares at him

"It's not terrible. And it's not abnormal for you to feel that way." Madara sits up, stands and offers Kazue his hand.

"I can't imagine what you've been through either." She snaps out of her trance and focuses on him.

As he pulls her up and they begin to walk back to the compound it strikes Madara that Kazue might be holding back many other experiences he hadn't picked up on yet. Of course they both had many things to exchange in the years to come, and he wanted to get to know every part of her.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I'm getting writers block :( I'm trying to see ways the story can develop and I have a rough plot line, I think haha But I'll try my best to keep the story good and true to the characters in it. Thank you for your support, please keep up the feedback! It's super helpful and your comments inspire me to see my own story go in different directions x