Before we start I just wanted to wish the people who celebrate a Happy Easter. Holidays aside, I can't believe that you guys actually stuck with me for this long. Seriously, we made it to chapter 10 and I can't believe how far we have come… and how much we have left. Anyways thanks for sticking around so long. Hope you enjoy what is to come.
Chapter 10
Ichigo finally was able to catch up with all the work he missed and was finally able to go to class actually knowing what the professors were talking about. It took sacrificing his entire weekend to catch up and read everything that he missed from notes in class to textbook work, but he was able to do it.
His professors gave him a pass, but it didn't exactly feel like one. What they mean by pass is that they didn't count attendance and participation for the classes he missed and they weren't going to scold him on late assignments. He still needed to play catch-up which meant having to do everything in just two days.
Seriously, professors all think that their class is the only one that exists and that Ichigo didn't need to worry about having to do the same amount of work for four other classes. As if college wasn't hard enough there was a huge gap from missing lectures.
He had to cram all the textbook chapters in his head over the past two days, but after two hours of complete concentration on his biology textbook he felt like he was turning into a zombie. After an entire weekend of studying he felt like he died, became a zombie and then died again.
He needed to pass those classes, they were required for his major and there was no way he was going to fall behind because of an injury. It'll look like he slacked off because he wanted to play around in a different country.
As if studying and repeatedly telling himself that he was torturing himself for the sake of becoming a doctor wasn't hard enough Grimmjow was bored all weekend. He refused to leave the room if it meant that Ichigo was going to be alone. He claims that it is very likely for Ichigo to get kidnapped if he was alone for too long. The end of the semester was approaching quickly so all the vampires were now officially agitated to get their hands on anyone like Ichigo, but there was no one like that at this school.
Ichigo's existence seemed to have raised the standards of all the vampires at this school who were looking to expand. Grimmjow wasn't really anxious about them as much since Aizen wanting Ichigo for himself scared off a lot of his other rivals. Aizen was the only one that put him on edge after he revealed his ugly side.
Before he would only bother Ichigo by doing harmless stuff like flirting and trying to convince him to join his side. Then he attacked him which showed just how serious he was. There was no way this guy was planning to leave without him, but he wouldn't try to pull another stunt right after Ichigo woke up from the last one…right? He and Grimmjow were both on guard.
Aizen was the kind of person that didn't care about his followers, clan members, or alliances. He would send them through a burning fire if it meant getting what he wanted. So there was no way Grimmjow was planning to leave him alone for more than a second and for the first time Ichigo didn't protest against it.
The result was that Grimmjow voluntarily did nothing and confined himself in the room with Ichigo all weekend to make sure nothing happened to him. He would occasionally demand the boy's attention as if he were a fickle cat which only distracted Ichigo from his work. He was so needy and inconsistent, but it was clear that the reason why he acted like that was because he was bored.
No matter how Grimmjow tried to get Ichigo's attention he wouldn't bother giving it to him for more than a second. He would call his name, sit on his bed, and poke him, but all Ichigo really did was shoo him away while his nose was stuck in a book with a stick shoved up his ass.
His plan to make Ichigo fall in love with him has been falling apart for a while, but he was frustrated that he wasn't able to get Ichigo to pay attention to him for his own sake. After every attempt he made to get Ichigo's attention he never got more than a brief glance.
Eventually he got frustrated so he just started to try and use spells on him. His magic didn't seem to affect him, but he was hoping to at least get his attention. No matter what he tried to do Ichigo didn't even notice him since none of them were even working. Seriously, what is he?
When Monday came around and it was time for Ichigo's bio class, the class he shared with Aizen. Grimmjow fought with Ichigo telling him that he shouldn't go to a class if that creep was in it. Ichigo sighed scratching his head, actually considering the idea.
He wasn't an idiot, he knew that it was risky to go anywhere near that guy. He hoped that he would leave him alone after what happened a few days ago, but his luck has proved different on many occasions. "If I'm in danger I trust you to save me." He said coming to a conclusion, he braced himself to argue with Grimmjow even though he completely understood his view point.
Grimmjow looked into Ichigo's eyes; they didn't have any doubt in them. Even though he didn't want to let Ichigo do something so reckless he also didn't want to reject every single one of his desires. He was human and he didn't voluntarily sign up for everything that was happening to him.
He also didn't want to fuck up. He wanted Ichigo to be happy. He wasn't used to the whole 'love thing,' but he guessed that the desire to see him smile came with it, and Ichigo wasn't exactly much of a smiler.
Ichigo finally trusted him to protect him if anything were to happen. It filled him up with some sort of pride that wasn't there before. He was always prideful, but it felt different this time. Like the self-esteem that he gained from Ichigo was special and filled him up with warmth.
When they approached Ichigo's class, Aizen was waiting outside for them. Grimmjow pushed Ichigo behind him protectively glaring at Aizen dead in the eyes with the ferociousness of an enraged jaguar. Aizen's face remained the same, smug, which only added to the anger that was held in the blue-haired vampire's face.
He may have looked immature to onlookers, but he didn't care. He didn't waver at all. He needed to make it clear that he seriously didn't like him or what he did to Ichigo, not that he needed to prove the obvious.
"There you are. I've been waiting for you." Aizen said coolly as if nothing happened between them.
Grimmjow snarled like a wild animal as he shoved the orange-haired human into the classroom using his own body as a barrier to prevent Aizen from even being close enough to touch him. Aizen didn't attempt getting past him, but Grimmjow's eyes didn't leave his during their epic stare down.
Nel watched them from inside the classroom and nodded her head in a direction to direct Ichigo to sit down next to her and immediately wrapped her arms protectively around him causing him to blush. She also had a bad habit of relying on her instincts. Her instincts said protect, but the other students in the class were probably very confused, either that or pissed that Ichigo was getting attention from the class hotty.
"Stay away from him." Grimmjow hissed. Aizen raised his hands to broadcast that he was aware that he was in the wrong, but it was clear to Grimmjow, who wasn't even that good at figuring out what other people were thinking, that the guy was full of shit.
"I may have over stepped my boundaries, but I was hoping to talk to you today." Aizen said comfortably as if he was trying to bring Grimmjow's anger down a few notches, but he only managed to piss him off even more.
"The fuck do you want with me?" Grimmjow asked through gritted teeth that displayed his sharp canines, still keeping the bitterness very apparent in his voice.
"Just a talk about the future," Aizen said. "I was hoping in private."
Grimmjow clicked his tongue and was ready to leave him where he was standing. He was completely not interested in what he had to say or interested in how the other vampire was going to provoke him.
"This involves your clan, for your own benefit you are going to want to hear me out." Aizen said. He got closer and whispered something close enough to his face so that Grimmjow could feel his breath "and I'm pretty sure your dad would want you to hear this."
Grimmjow stilled, than looked over at Nel who was now sitting on Ichigo's desk watching the situation. She gave him a reassuring look, promising that she will make sure Grimmjow's chosen human was kept safe.
Ichigo looked back from where he was sitting with a worried demeanor written across his face; completely left in the dark like he always was. He wondered what was going on and he wished he could help, but he knew that he would get in the way. It frustrated him so much since he knew it involved him and Grimmjow could tell. He was able to read his so easily.
Grimmjow smirked arrogantly trying to convince him that he had everything under control. He knew that if it was Ichigo there was no way that he would buy it, since he seemed to know how to read him as well, but it was all he could do before nodding his head to Aizen and following him.
Aizen reached out to hold Grimmjow's shoulder to lead him, but Grimmjow slapped his hand away and glared at him for trying to act all buddy-buddy with him. It was very clear that he could follow him without the hand holding. Honestly, Aizen was pissing him off before they even started talking.
Aizen led him away from the classroom towards a park bench that was practically on the outskirts of the campus. Aizen gestured that he wanted him to sit. Grimmjow reluctantly agreed knowing that it was the best way to get this over with fast, but he still kept his guard up.
Grimmjow could still see people in the distance which reassured him that Aizen wasn't going to try anything so it was safe to play his game… for now. He knew Aizen didn't really pick physical fights. Everything was a mental game with him and every move he made was calculated. If all his lackeys were foot soldiers then he was the general.
Grimmjow slouched in his seat as Aizen remained standing so that he seemed like he was the one in authority. Grimmjow rolled his eyes as he watched Aizen strut around like he was royalty. Grimmjow knew that he was full of himself, not that he planned to change that. He was awesome, but this guy must have been a step above him in terms of arrogance since he was strutting around like a pampered peacock.
"Okay, what do you want?" Grimmjow growled.
Aizen smirked before pacing behind Grimmjow and held him lightly by the shoulders. The blue haired vampire didn't flinch at the sudden contact knowing that the opposing vampire was only trying to psych him out and get him on edge. He had no idea why he was going for this approach, but there was no way he was going to let him freak him out. It took way more than that to make him lose his cool.
"I want you in my clan." Aizen said smoothly lightly rubbing Grimmjow's shoulders in small circles. Grimmjow couldn't help but laugh violently doubling over, breaking the contact between his shoulders and Aizen's hands.
"You want me to leave the Jaegerjaquez clan? To join you?" He howled. "You want me to leave my clan, my family which is the strongest in Germany to willingly become one of your subordinates? What planet are you from?"
Aizen looked over at him smugly. "I'm well aware of your clan's reputation, and your clan's desires."
Grimmjow's eyes hardened, and Aizen continued to pace around Grimmjow so that he was standing in front of him again. Standing like he was better than him and Grimmjow should be grateful to be offered such an amazing opportunity to sign his life and freedom away.
"We are well aware that your clan has lost a lot of influence around the world around 1945 at the end of World War II, you've lost all of your branches in Asia." Aizen said knowingly.
Grimmjow fixed his icy eyes on him as he started to pace around him again like a predator stalking his prey. Grimmjow huffed; there is no way that he is going to be the prey here.
"I know you all want to expand again and I know you are trying to start by setting up a branch in Japan. You haven't been so lucky though, have you? The hunters are always ready for you and they are ready to flush you out."
That son of a bitch knew way too much about what was going on with his clan. How the fuck does he know that much? Yeah, it was ambitious of his clan to try and set up a branch in Japan since there were a lot of hunters there…maybe it's because a lot of people were inspired by the anime and video game culture there.
They thought they would have a better chance since Soken Ishida was born and started a revolution of knew beliefs there. Too bad the results said otherwise since there was also a lot of backlash against him there and his clan was suffering because of it.
Aizen waved his finger drawing Grimmjow's attention back to him again. "My clan practically controls all of Asia, surpassing the Kuchiki clan in terms of power. We can help you out as long as you join my family."
Grimmjow glared at him, not saying a word. His expression spoke for itself, 'walk away.'
"How about letting my clan absorb yours? You can keep your name if you are so prideful about it, but as long as you are part of my family then I will be satisfied. I don't care as long as you are part of my clan."
Grimmjow looked at him with discontent. "The answer is no. Your clan helping mine is equivalent to you taking it over and stripping us of our name. My clan isn't the type to be ruled over; it's the type to rule."
He started to get up, but Aizen pushed him back down by his shoulders. "We aren't done yet." Aizen said calmly. "Your father's belief was to climb to the top by taking every advantage you can get and your clan got this far just by doing that. Here is another opportunity and I'm unsure why you aren't more enthusiastic it."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. What the fuck did this guy know about his dad? If he is only paying attention to only one of the things his dad taught him then he was going to have a hard time trying to convince him.
"I'm well aware that you are not exactly the leader of your clan, your father is. I didn't talk to you expecting to shake hands with you and suddenly absorb your clan. That's your father's responsibility. You are in charge of whether you want to leave or not though, and I can make leaving or conjoining with me very appealing."
Grimmjow scowled at Aizen, not really knowing what he was referring to, but ready to reject whatever stupid suggestion, advice, or manipulation that was thrown at him.
"I'm pretty sure the reason why you are here is because your father wants to hand over the clan's responsibilities to you and make you the leader." Aizen said.
Grimmjow immediately stiffened. He stayed quiet though since he was ready for what was about to come next. He was just amazed that Aizen knew this much and it seriously creeped him the fuck out. If he knew about that then it wouldn't be farfetched for him to know about that too.
"You accepted his request, but he didn't want you to lead the clan unless you picked a mate and successfully completed a contract with her." Aizen said superciliously. "And in your case 'contract with him'"
He laughed as he sat down next to Grimmjow finally getting on the same level as him, crossing his legs, and resting his arm on the wood behind Grimmjow's neck. He lifted his hand and cupped Grimmjow's cheek.
"Your problem is that Ichigo isn't yours so you aren't the leader yet. There is going to be no throne for you unless you listen to my proposal." Aizen said lowly. "I'll make sure that he won't be able to agree to a contract. Sure you can pick another mate, but I'm sure you don't want anything bad to happen to him." He said patting Grimmjow's cheek before he was swatted away.
"So you need to pick, whether you are going to leave or conjoin with me. You'll get what you want. If you refuse, well, I hope you wouldn't because I wouldn't want to see what Ichigo would look like as a ghoul. He's seriously good looking and his blood is definitely special. If you didn't want him then I would have wanted him for myself." He said getting up with a smug smile written across his face.
Grimmjow's eyes were full of fury. Is this what Aizen meant that his dad would want him to listen to his demands. It's true that his dad wanted him to find a mate and he preferred that he fell in love with the person of interest, but he wouldn't be happy handing the clan over to this asshole.
His father believed in love even though he never found it himself. He instead decided to find love in raising his family by himself. Grimmjow never understood why his father believed that there was such thing as falling in love if he never did himself, but now that Grimmjow has tasted what it was like there was no way he was going to let it go.
There was no way he was going to lose Ichigo, and there was no way he was going to give up his clan. He wasn't going to leave his family and there was no way he was going to give himself up to allow his clan to be independent and to ensure that Ichigo is safe.
He had no idea what that asshole was planning and even though he was confident in his abilities there was no way he was going to be able to fight an army of vampires. All he did know is that he had to stand strong and make sure Aizen didn't do anything that would be threatening. He was going to make sure that this guy didn't get anything he wanted from him.
"Well my bio class is about to start soon, so I better get going. You think about it."
Grimmjow squeezed his hands into fists and he could feel his veins popping around his head as he tried his best to restrain himself from chasing after Aizen and attempting to kill him.
Even if he did succeed there would be witnesses and he would surely be killed by either hunters or Aizen's clan. He wasn't only threatening himself, but his clan. "Shit." Grimmjow hissed to himself as he slumped back against the park bench.
He knew full well that even if he decided to mate with someone else Aizen would find a way to make sure that she/he dies and he would kill Ichigo as a bonus just to get him upset. He wasn't going to let that happen.
There was no way he was going to let anyone hurt Ichigo, he's been looking for a mate fruitlessly for decades and he never found anyone that fit the bill like he did. He didn't believe in love, but damn he tried his best.
When other vampire girls found out that he was looking for a mate they threw themselves at him. Some were fun to mess around with, but he didn't take them seriously. Others were just plain annoying and he had to compose himself to prevent himself from getting violent with them.
Ichigo was the only person that he ever liked romantically. Sure, he was human, couldn't give him any advantages to recruit other clans, and not to mention male which was a disadvantage since they couldn't reproduce, but he was the only person that didn't throw himself at him or be intimidated by him because of his family or strength. If he is intimidated by him then he was doing a damn good job of hiding it since he doesn't let Grimmjow shove him around. He is so damn fun to mess with and he wouldn't mind being with him forever no matter how creepy that sounded in his head.
He got up and started to walk towards his dorm, suddenly hungry after not eating for what must have been a week at this point. He had blood bags in his fridge that he used to lock up so that Ichigo wouldn't go poking around in there. He must have looked so weird putting a lock on a fridge. It makes sense why he locked it up, it was to make sure Ichigo didn't go poking around to find them and discover that he is a vampire or at least some creep that sells organs in the black market or some weird human that was addicted to drinking blood. He saw something like that on TV once.
It must have looked really unusual to Ichigo though. He must have seemed like the type that was just really possessive of his stuff, which he is. He doesn't want anyone touching what is his, and that is why he gets angry at anyone who touches or flirts with Ichigo. Even before he claimed that Ichigo was his he was uncomfortable when he saw Ichigo talking to girls or when his stupid best friend got too close.
Once he got back to his dorm room he heated up a blood bag. He poured it into a mug and just stared at it. He sniffed it, and grimaced before sticking his finger in it. He stared at his stained finger turning his hand so that the blood wouldn't trail down and stain his clothing. He popped his finger in his mouth and nearly gagged at the taste.
Blood from bags are known to taste terrible, but it's cheaper than blood hookers and the other alternative that would have been safe is hunt for animals, but their blood doesn't necessarily taste good either and the chance of finding an animal besides a few squirrels is kind of narrow at this school. They were probably already all hunted out.
The problem with the blood from the bag though was that it tasted worse than usual, it tasted like ashes mixed with water. He groaned in frustration as he checked the blood type on the bag. It was B, his least favorite but it never tasted like that before. He poured the contents of the mug back into the bag and threw it in the trash can under his desk.
He pulled out one of his A type bags this time, his favorite of the blood types, before repeating the process of heating up the bag and pouring it into his mug. It didn't smell right though, but he couldn't really judge without tasting it.
He took a hesitant sip before crashing the mug down on his desk in frustration making a bit of blood slosh outside of the cup and onto his desk and his hand. He didn't care; he threw the other bag in the trash as well before throwing himself on his bed.
This was new; bagged blood never tasted this badly. The last time he ever reacted that way towards it was when he was still new to being a vampire and drank from a human for the first time; he became rebellious and refused to drink from bags because drinking from a human tasted so much better.
He thought back to the last time he drank from a human; about a week ago he called in for a blood hooker because he was in the mood and he got a coupon. She got scared and didn't let him finish what he paid for; maybe the agency gave out coupons because she was new. He didn't exactly get a refund either.
Whatever the case was she ran out and since he got enough blood in him to remind him that he was hungry he went into a minor frenzy. That was when…shit. He drank from Ichigo which was the best blood he ever tasted. Now that he thought back he remembered getting another taste of Ichigo's blood when he had to suck the venom out of him when he was going through the first stage of vampirism because of Aizen. Even with Aizen's venom in it Ichigo's taste was still overwhelming.
He rolled over and groaned staining his sheets with blood. He should have washed his hands; he was running out of hydrogen peroxide that he used to get blood stains out. He should have just gotten black sheets. He just groaned and decided to sleep off the hunger. He thought about Ichigo's blood a bit more and groaned in frustration clutching at the bed sheets that he laid on top of.
"Shit." He whispered to no one in particular. He spoiled his taste buds. After tasting the best blood he ever had there was no way that he can go back to blood that tasted like shit right away. It had to be Ichigo's. It had to be Ichigo's or starving.
He had to wait until he comes back and there was no way he would give it to him willingly. Grimmjow threatened him saying that he had to give him his blood before he fell for him. Now he didn't want to threaten Ichigo into doing something that he wasn't willing to. If he wanted Ichigo to give him blood he wanted him to be okay with it.
He quickly shot a text to Nel asking if it was okay for her to escort him back. He put his phone on the side table by his bed after he got a response that stated that she would do it before he buried his face inside his pillow so he could take a nap.
Feet crunched on the dirty floor that was covered in ashes and dried blood. The room reeked of dead bodies, but the two people investigating the room continued inside reaching the furthest area at the end of the hallway. An emblem with a red fox on it was torn to shreds as it hung onto the wall by threads.
"This is where the Ukitake clan was massacred?" An allegedly young boy with green eyes said. His hair was white and spiked as if he was making an effort to seem taller, but to his distain he was only around 4'5 which was way too small for his age.
"Yes." A busty blond woman said with a downcast, hurt look in her eyes.
The boy looked over noticeably concerned that the sight of her old clan's remains was too much for her. He had no doubts that she was strong even in the face of difficult times, but he had to ask her again to make sure she was okay to moving forward and following through with the investigation.
"I need to ask you again if it's okay to take samples of the blood and ash from here." The boy said with a stern look and hardened eyes as he covered his face with his hand, the smell of the room suddenly starting to overwhelm him and his heightened senses that came with being a vampire didn't help.
He hated being in that room, the crime scene for a mass slaughter. "Matsumoto, you realize that once I take the samples I'm going to send them to Kurotsuchi, the famous supernatural scientist. I don't know what he plans to do with them. He is a madman and he does his job well, but I don't know what he plans to do to get the results or what he plans to do after."
"Yes, I need closure and for that I need to actually find out what happened here. There is no point in respecting the remains if it means that we can't figure it out." The woman, Matsumoto said kneeling down to look closer at the ashes on the floor. "Ashes tend to look like sand; I've never seen black ashes before from supposed dead vampires."
"If there is a point where you are too uncomfortable being here then you can leave. I'll take care of the rest myself." The white haired boy that seemed to be the figure of authority said.
"It's okay, thank you so much Toshiro." She said giving him a weak smile that was filled with gratitude and sorrow.
The two of them worked on gathering evidence, taking out test tubes to pick up samples of ash and old blood on the floor. They took photos of the crime scene and pulled out the teeth from the decaying bodies that remained behind. They needed to know who these people were, and their time of death.
The logo on their clothing and weaponry revealed that they were from the Silver Arms guild, a guild of hunters known to still act hostile towards the supernatural and went so far to hunt down vampire families that were not careful enough to not keep their hideouts secret.
They were one of the guilds that strongly refused Soken Ishida's belief system and wrote him off as a crazy old man that doesn't understand the pride and history of the hunters even though his family had a long ancestry of hunters.
It would make sense that they decided to make the Ukitake clan a target, though the boy knew that his uncle, Jushiro was known for being incredibly smart, careful, and peaceful to a point that even the most hostile of vampire hunters wouldn't bother with them.
It made no sense that such a cautious man let his hideout become known to a guild of bloodthirsty hunters. The Silver Arms have been known to be quite ruthless so it wasn't surprising that they would attack a pacifistic clan, but they were never really good pathfinders. Despite being known for their fighting technique they didn't get much action since they lacked in the searching department. There was no way they would have found this place unless they had help. The question was who would target that clan by giving away such classified information.
"This may be out of my place to say this, but after looking around this place I can't help but feel that this place is not normal." He said after getting up from his crouching position, his knees cracking from being bent for too long.
"If what I think is true then Gin may be a traitor." Matsumoto said her face morphing into sorrow.
"Gin may be considered a traitor either way." He said. "I sympathize with you since the two of you were so close, but measures must be taken if your suspicions are true."
Matsumoto shook her head. "I've known him since we were both kids, but if he really is going behind our backs I want justice. As much as I don't want to believe this the results will tell."
Toshiro raised an eyebrow at her. "Is there any way to tell what that guy is thinking?"
She laughed nervously. "You have as much of a chance at guessing as I do. I've known him for a very long time, but I have never been able to tell what he was thinking. He's so unpredictable and there is no way to tell what would get under his skin."
Toshiro sighed. "If you don't know then no one does." He looked over at Matsumoto sternly. "If he really is a traitor then we have to take certain measures. It pains me to think about hurting someone I once considered a friend, but I and the rest of our clan won't tolerate anyone that forms an alliance with Aizen and I must say that I agree with them."
"You never did tell me why your clan has such hatred for Aizen's." Matsumoto said dubiously. It was a mystery for most. It was well known that his clan had beef with Aizen's but the reason why was kept very secret.
Apparently, the day Aizen's clan lashed out at his was when it became apparent just how powerful his clan has become. He kept very quiet, building up his clan's strength under the radar. Whatever happened was the start of Aizen's retaliation against non-purebred vampires.
He looked over at her questioningly before his face relaxed. "I guess it is unfair if I don't tell you since you are now part of the Hitsugaya clan."
He started to walk towards the exit on the other side of the room and the woman followed him close behind. "He killed my sister, Momo. She fell in love with him and as a way to invoke anger with my clan he killed her."
Matsumoto gasped, but continued to listen. "He succeeded in enraging my father. He was the one that turned her and he treated her like a daughter despite not being blood related. Though he was upset he wanted to take a page out of my uncle's book and tried to sort this out peacefully."
Matsumoto thought back to her kindhearted clan leader. Though he was sickly, which was very rare for vampire, especially pureblooded ones, he always wanted to listen to reason before allowing himself to take actions. They survived for a long time as a guild filled with pacifists until they were all slaughtered. With Gin gone during that time she and her clan leader were the only ones who were capable fighters. They weren't enough.
He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "Aizen didn't want peace though. He set up a conference to sort out how to deal with the issue, he was attacked before he even made it there, and that is why I am the head of the Hitsugaya clan. I wasn't ready, but I am the only one fit enough to lead it.
The woman touched the boy's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Toshiro."
"There is nothing we can do about it. It's in the past; all we can do is fight him in the future." He said brushing her hand away as he picked up a metal plate that looked like a patch of earth that led to the outside world. "I just hope for everyone's sake that the results of this test don't point towards them, for Gin's sake."
A/N: Yeah, this story is bigger than you think. Review and stuff so I know that at least some people appreciate the amount of work I'm putting into this. Let's try to get more than three reviews this week. (I love you guys, but I wanna know how you guys are feeling. Don't be shy.) Seriously, shout outs to the four people who always review. I would write your names, but I don't know if you would fly with that. Look forward to next week's chapter since…well you'll see.