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A / N :
Oh, gosh. It wasn't until I went on the sight and looked through the list of fanfictions for Shiki did I come across my own story and realize how long I haven't updated. I mean, the last time I updated was on September 29th, right? And now it's like, what, October the 15th? The time just seemed to fly by so fast, you know? It seemed almost like it was yesterday when I last posted up my ninth chapter to Shitsuren. I'm so sorry for not updating in so long, but with school and the homework, it's difficult to try and fit everything in my schedule. Drama is already happening and everything, and my brain is just running blanks more often when I even attempt to edit or re-write the chapters. I finally got this up after so long, and I sincerely hope that you guys will forgive me for this late, late update!
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And I'm sorry.
Sorry for taking so long to update, sorry for writing such long author notes, sorry for not being able to write individual responses to you, sorry for not being able to express the amount of thanks I feel for all of my fabulous reviewers.
Please, just stop reading this pathetic A/N and continue reading. Read on, my dearest readers, read on.
Shitsuren.
A Vampire Knight fanfiction.
___"Broken Heart"___
CHAPTER T_E_N :
"Stop Running Away."
DAY SEVENTEEN.
I sighed, leaning against a tree. I was on patrol again—it was around twelve-thirty in the morning right now.
Suddenly, as the breeze flowed by, I could smell the faint metallic smell of blood. My eyes widened slightly, and my head whipped towards the direction where it came from. I quickly ran towards the source, pushing away any branches I could, jumping and ducking under the ones I couldn't overpower. I felt the thorns of some bushes scratch my long, thigh-high socks, but I didn't pay any attention to it.
I almost tripped over a large rock, and I almost ran into a tree because I was in such a hurry. Blood on grounds was a bad, bad, bad thing.
My breathing was heavy as I burst into a small place without trees. There was only enough room to maybe fit four people standing, and that was it. My eyes didn't even adjust yet to everything yet. Running as fast as my legs could carry me made everything a blur of green and brown.
"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. My hands were on my knees as I bent forward, my heart bumping. When I finished talking, for that small moment of silence, I could hear just how labored my breathing was. It was extremely loud in my own ears, so loud, in fact, that I felt slightly embarrassed to whoever would be in front of me right now. I mean, really. I sound like a cat that's gasping her last breath before she goes under.
"Oh?" A high, feminine voice asked, not sounding very surprised.
I snapped my head up and stared into her face.
Her dark purple eyes stared into my light violet ones, and it felt like she had, once again, pierced something through me brutally. I broke eye contact using a ton of effort. It was almost as if there was some invisible force that pulled my eyes towards hers and held them there using tons of metal bars.
My eyes got dragged away from her face and landed on the pad of her index finger, where it looked like a thorn or something cut it.
The scent was disgusting.
"Do you want to play?" She purred, her eyes flashing a bright red. The smell radiating off her was sickening. It was too sweet. It's not like your average kind of sweet. It's like a revolting, make-you-want-to-puke-your-guts-out kind of sweet. I mean, if it was something as good as Yuuki's cinnamon buns, then it'd be a different story, but nothing related to this vile woman can be sweet.
Her smell was so disgusting that I couldn't stand it for more than a second. Covering my mouth and nose with my hand, I whirled back on my heel and made a run for it. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me—I ran as long as I could to get away from her.
Everything around me just became blurs of green and brown once again.
My legs—I have no idea why—carried me to the oak tree clearing where I first had a decent conversation with Shiki. I practically ran into the tree headfirst like an idiot. My legs were tired. They were practically burning from running so far and so fast.
I tried catching my breath as I just stood there, my forehead resting against the trunk of the oak tree. I panted heavily, gasping for air like I would never be able to breathe again the rest of my life.
What Yuuki and Zero told me yesterday flashed into my mind.
"I came and saw you unconscious in Zero's arms. I was so worried… Zero and I didn't know what was wrong with you—we thought maybe you were just really tired and collapsed. Then only a minute or two after I arrived, Ichijou-senpai and Shiki-senpai came. Ichijou-senpai was really worried about you, and I'm sure Shiki-senpai was too. He looked sort of mad, too—I saw his eyes flash red before they returned to their normal shade.
"Zero looked up in the direction you had been looking at before and saw nothing—he wanted to run up there and see what was wrong, but then we thought that getting you back was better. Shiki-senpai checked your pulse and said you were just fine—that you were only unconscious…
"What happened, Riku?"
Shiki? Shiki actually caring what the hell happens to me? He should already know what the hell was wrong! It was that woman—that freaking girl! The one that had her arms wrapped around him and her body pressed against him as if they were dating and in love and whatnot!
Who the hell have I been kidding?!
Shiki and I will never be friends. We're not the same—he's a vampire, and I'm… Well… I'm… I'm just not fit for him!
I was living a lie—I was absorbed in my own little fantasy when I thought I should be friends with Shiki or Ichijou. I was kidding myself—I just wanted it to be possible. I wanted to be able to become friends with them because I thought that they wanted to be friends, too. Well, obviously, now I know that it isn't possible.
They had me fooled. I had followed them around blindly, not knowing what lurked under those flashing smiles that Ichijou sent my way, or the slight, almost nonexistent concern I would hear in Shiki's voice sometimes when we talked.
Lies. All of it.
"Damn it," I whispered to myself. I don't know what came over me, but I felt my knuckles make contact with the rough tree bark. I stared blankly at the dark brown, bumpy bark in front of me. I didn't care that I was punching a tree like a maniac—it didn't matter. Nothing should matter anymore, because she's here, and that never means anything good.
When my hand made contact with the tree bark again, I didn't lift it up and punch the tree with my other hand again. Instead, I just left my fist there, and slowly, I sunk to the floor, dragging my hand down with me.
I closed my eyes.
"Damn it…" I repeated to myself flatly in a whisper. I felt like banging my head against the tree when I heard his smooth, flat voice.
"What're you doing?" He asked nonchalantly.
I tensed instantly, and I felt it. I felt like someone had just punched my gut, and this feeling was followed by a warm tingling sensation that ran down my left arm and leg.
I could feel everyone around us, and I do mean everyone. The whole Night Class students—the ones that Shiki hangs out with—were hidden in the trees. They were watching and eavesdropping, just sitting back and watching. I could feel Yuuki and Zero in there, too.
Huh. We had an audience?
Great, great…
I didn't respond. Instead, I pushed myself off the tree and stood up, ignoring his stare as I did so. I turned swiftly on my heels and began walking away in a very non-graceful way, my eyes still closed. It didn't matter where I was heading as long as it was away from him.
Away from his voice… His presence.
But what words came out of his silky smooth voice brought me to a stop. "Do me a favor," he stated casually. "And stop avoiding me."
I wanted to stab myself or something right now. Why did I just have to give him three favors? Why didn't I say anything about not being able to tell me what to do when I was pissed off?
Holy crap.
Why was I idiotic enough to actually tell him I would do it even if it was against my own will as long as I didn't wind up killing myself? I wasn't regretting it before—I never thought this would happen, but damn! Now I'm hating myself more than ever. I didn't even expect him to say anything about it, actually. I thought he didn't care and that he'd never use them. He doesn't' seem like the guy to ask you for favors if you know what I mean.
Damn, I'm stupid.
"…I'm not avoiding you," I lied completely, not turning to look at him.
He didn't sound convinced; just bored. "You suck at lying."
Huh. I guess that dream I had a week ago wasn't completely fake. I do suck at lying. How great… They say lying is bad and everything, and that you'd get sent to hell for it or something. News flash to everyone who doesn't know? I'm going to hell already, so screw being an angel. I'll lie all I want to—I will lie all the time if I have to in order to get away from him. From her. From everyone who causes me such…
"What do you want?" I asked, my tone flat.
"I left you alone for a week," he told me, sounding cautious about how he words his sentences. "To give you space because I knew you were pissed at me. And now, after a week, I decided to stop this nonsense."
I couldn't help myself. "Nonsense?" I repeated as I opened my eyes and turned to look at him slowly. Normally, I would be swooning over his beauty right now, but this was definitely not the case. Not when I felt so… so… hurt.
He stared blankly at me.
"Great," I told him sarcastically. "You gave me 'space' because I was pissed at you—I applaud you for figuring that out, genius."
My eyes narrowed into a glare. "What 'nonsense' are you talking about? Is it the fact that you're not getting any information out of me? Not fulfilling your orders from Kuran to find out what you can about me so that, oh, I don't know? You can kill me afterwards if you think I'm something that can harm Yuuki?
"Damn it to hell. Are you an idiot? Are you just trying to see if I'll come out and lash at you if you piss me off enough? For the love of god, Shiki, really. If you wanted information from me the easiest and fastest way possible, you should've just taken Yuuki as a hostage and threaten me. If Kuran doesn't want to pretend to use Yuuki like that, then you could've taken any other Day Class student—anyone except Zero. He's the only exception because I know that he's not idiotic enough to get himself held hostage. He's too stubborn to be used like that.
"Why do you bother talking information out of me when you probably already know? Why do you keep pretending to be my friend when what I am is so obvious to you vampires?"
That was probably the most I had spoken at once, and it felt extremely strange. I haven't said that much in the past four years—it's like a completely new feeling to me. I didn't want to talk so much.
Shiki had been staring at me blankly the whole time I ranted at him like a moron. His face was bored as he blinked at me, and in a casual voice, he replied, "I wasn't pretending."
"…If I could, I would steal Zero's Bloody Rose from him right now and shoot you," I told him bluntly, my voice dripping with venom. I was so pissed off right now—I wasn't mad at him before, but now that I'm actually talking to him, and he still has that look on his face after what he did to me, I can't help but feel the rage pumping through my veins again.
"Would it make you feel better?" Shiki asked blandly.
His question caught me by surprise. "What?"
"If you shot me, would you feel better and forgive me?" He repeated, expanding a bit on what he meant.
I stared at him like an idiot.
Was he saying that he would let me shoot him with an anti-vampire gun to just earn my forgiveness? To just make me feel better? Was he an idiot or something? Because that's what I'm starting to think. Who—extra emphasize if he's a vampire—would willingly let you point a gun at them and shoot them just so that you would feel better? So that you wouldn't be mad?
Why does Shiki even care if I'm mad? Oh wait—let me answer my own question.
Answer : He doesn't.
His footsteps were hardly audible as he walked closer and closer to me as I stared at him blankly. When he was close—around two meters away—I took a step back every time he took a step forward. He stopped eventually, and looked at me.
"What're you saying?" I asked him, wanting to roll my eyes. "That you'd let me shoot you just because you want me to forgive you? Because you want me to feel better?"
He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Think about it that way if you'd like."
"You're kidding."
He shook his head subtly, looking at me and blinking his gorgeous eyes. I saw his long, thick lashes gently graze the skin underneath his eyes, and I actually felt sort of jealous. He had such pretty long eyelashes to frame his extremely breathtaking cerulean eyes. Why couldn't I be blessed with a face even somewhat close to that level of perfection?
I felt something inside of me snap. "Why do you care so much, Shiki? Maybe this is why it hurt so much when I found out a week ago why you were my friend—why it still hurts. It's because it seems so real—like you actually care, when, in reality, you're only doing it to end my life as soon as you find out I'm not a normal human. You're too good at acting; much too good. I didn't even notice until I heard it with my own ears why the hell you were always around me."
His eyebrows furrowed so slight that it was almost non-existent. "I wasn't pretending to be your friend," he repeated.
"Sure," I told him sarcastically. "And I'm supposed to believe that we're actually friends?"
He nodded his head once. "Yes."
"Give me one good reason why I should."
"Because it's the truth."
I expected him to laugh and tell me I was an idiot to fall for it again. I just stared at him warily while he stared back at me with a blank expression on his face. It's moments like these where I have no idea what to think because my mind and heart are torn apart into halves. The fact that it's always so silent doesn't help, either.
My mind is telling me to stop being an idiot and that if he hurt me before, he would hurt me again—it was an undeniable fact of reality that if I were to forgive him, I would trust him again as if nothing ever happened, and if he were to hurt me again, it'd just hurt that much more. The voices in my head were scolding me, urging me on to just slap him and run away, or at least tell him straightforwardly I won't forgive him, and then run away.
My heart, on the other hand, is whispering words of reassurance to me that he wouldn't hurt me again—not intentionally. The advice of my heart was like a melody, a beautiful one singing to me, telling me that it was okay to forgive Shiki because he was probably doing it for my own good. My heart was trying to convince me that Shiki had been pretending to his friends, because maybe he wasn't allowed to be friends with me and that it'd put me, and him, in danger or something.
But I didn't know which half to believe.
Heart? Mind? Heart? Mind? Heart? Mind? Heart? Mind? Heart? Mind?
I don't know which one to pick—which one is true. I don't know which one is the choice that I can live on with without regretting it, because I already know that for some reason, I was very attached to Shiki.
My eyes blinked, and then suddenly, something clicked.
The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, letting me read the picture nice and clear.
…I liked Shiki.
It wasn't the like, as in, I like him as a friend, and it's not like I like him as a sibling. The kind of "like" I'm talking about is the fact that I like him more that a friend—more than a sibling. It was the feeling of having a crush.
This explains a lot; why I always want to be near him… Why my heart beats faster around him… Why, whenever he's around, I seem to be more at ease… Why he's constantly on my mind and I worry about him or about seeing him… And it explains why it hurt so much when I found out he was only pretending to be my friend.
…But who am I kidding? Shiki doesn't feel the same way about me—he never has, never have, never will. It's just like that. I can see it in his eyes that he doesn't think about me that way, so why do I still like him? Why do I like a guy that won't ever like me back the way I like him? Why the hell have I fallen for someone? Why Shiki?
My face twisted slightly as I thought deeply about this—in fact, I was thinking so deeply, that I didn't even notice Shiki was only a meter away from me.
When I looked up and saw him so close, I instantly scrambled away, almost tripping in the process. He blinked at me blankly, his hands still stuffed inside his pockets.
Great.
I have a crush on a vampire.
When the hell did this even happen? How did it happen? Why, why, out of all things or people that I could've fallen in love with, why did it need to be Shiki Senri, son of Kuran Rido, vampire? Why, why, why did I need to fall in love? I didn't want this. Didn't ask for it.
Why?
After another minute or two of silence, Shiki asked, "What can I do to gain your forgiveness?"
…Why does he care… so much…?
Slowly, I shook my head and took a step back. "Prove to me you're not lying."
Shiki studied me carefully, making sure to keep his eyes carefully blank and his face empty of any emotion. He took a step forward, and I took a step back. His eyes bored into mine for a moment before he said, "I'll let you shoot me with Kiryuu's Bloody Rose."
Once again, I shook my head. "No," I told him. "That's not fair—you know I don't do it."
"Then what do you want me to do?" He asked. Maybe it was just me, but I think I heard a slightly irritated tone in his voice.
"Tell me—honestly—why you said to Aidou that you were just with me to get information," I muttered. I didn't bother with all the "-senpai" and "-san" crap at the moment. If they want me to rip them to shreds, they can do it later. I'll gladly welcome them.
"I was ordered to find information on you—not to be your friend," Shiki told me bluntly. "But I did. Telling Aidou-san would mean him blabbing it out to Kaname-sama. I had no idea what would happen to you, or me, if he were to find out."
I almost wanted to fly into the trees, grab Kaname by his hiding spot, and stab Celia through his head. I gauged Shiki carefully, searching his face and eyes for any sign of a lie. But even if I continued to stare and stare, all I could find in his eyes were honestly and sincerity. He wasn't lying—nothing proved that he was. But I didn't know if I still believed him.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" I asked him sarcastically. He already knew that I knew that everyone was in the woods, listening to our conversation. It was obvious, especially because of the slight rustles and whispers that were heard every now and then, and maybe even a few thumps like someone fell to the floor or got hit in the head.
Shiki shrugged slightly. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"Pardon?" I asked.
He stared at me blankly. "It's allowed," he said slowly, "To be friends with you."
I blinked. "You need permission to be my friend?"
What kind of sick bastard is Kaname? What gives him the right to tell people who they can, and can't, be friends with? For the love of god—he orders people around and is like a monotone, freakish guy who sometimes has that creepy pedophile vibe around him! I mean, really—do you see the way he looks at Yuuki and everything? I honestly have no idea what the hell Yuuki sees in him.
"In ways," Shiki replied.
I took a step back from him. "Great," I told him, acid seething into my tone. "Your life is ruled by Kuran—what is this? Some sort of sick vampire law?" I was aware that there were rustles in the bushes and whispers—probably Ruka wanting to come and rip my throat out.
"Personally, I've never held a grudge against Kuran for Yuuki's sake, and yet, at the same time, I do hold grudges against him for Zero. I'm contradicting myself, and I know it doesn't make sense, but I think this is the first time I've ever felt any hatred towards him for my own reasons.
"Telling people who you can and can't be friends with? I understand Kuran's a Pureblood, but Shiki, I've known research about everyone in the Night Class. I've hacked computer systems—sneaked into sealed off rooms to get information on all of you. I don't know if you realize this, but you have the same blood running through your veins as Kuran does."
I saw Shiki's eyes narrow slightly at me.
"Maybe your society doesn't consider you a Pureblood because your mother wasn't one, but it doesn't change the fact that you do have some sort of Kuran blood running through you. You're Kuran's cousin! I don't think he's coldhearted enough to hurt you or any of the Night Class students. If you tell me he abuses you guys I'll kill him in his sleep if it will make things easier."
"What're you getting at?" Shiki asked me dully.
"My point is that you're a stupid idiot who needs to get stabbed in the brain!"
Shiki's eyes closed as he sighed almost silently. He opened his eyes not too much longer after he sighed, and I saw his face wrinkle slightly.
Realizing I didn't ask him something I should've from the beginning, I decided to ask him now. "How did you know I was here? I thought you said you left me alone."
His blue eyes stared into my purple ones for a long, long moment. I saw his eyes flash a bright red crimson before they returned to a calming light blue again. His face and eyes were still vacant of any emotion. It was like some sort of barrier was put up there or something to prevent anyone from seeing through his bored façade.
"You really don't know?" He asked, blinking.
I stared at him blankly. "…Am I supposed to know?" What the hell was he getting at? How the hell was I supposed to know what he did to get himself here?
He took steps towards me, and like I was doing before, I took steps back. I saw his lips turn into a slight grimace for a few seconds before his face turned back to the bored facial expression. He began to walk in my direction again, but I noticed that this time his strides were a lot quicker—much larger, too. I had hardly gotten four steps behind me when I saw him right in front of me.
He stared down at me.
I wanted to tell him to stop showing off, but my words were caught in my throat when I felt his hand touch mine. I could hear my heart thumping like a jack hammer inside my chest, and I kept blinking my eyes like an idiot. The pumping of blood through my veins was so loud that it was embarrassing—especially because every single vampire here could hear it.
He picked my hand up gently—so gently, in fact, that I hardly felt it.
"What the hell are you—"
My sentence trailed off when he lifted my hand up to my face. I stared at it like a moron. My hand's knuckles were busted. The skin had ripped off from when I was punching the tree idiotically in a way to release my anger, and blood was coming out—still coming out, even after so long. The blood flowed down my fingers. Warm, crimson liquid that fell drop by drop.
I glanced at my other hand, lifting it up slightly. Sure enough, that hand was busted up too, blood dripping down my fingers.
So… That was how everyone found me—by the smell of my blood. Not very surprising.
It was silent for a moment—the only sound was the soft thuds as my blood dropped onto the ground, staining the grass and leaves. It was in this moment that I wondered if Shiki wanted my blood right now—if any of them wanted my blood.
Shiki slowly lifted my hand up to his face, and I thought he was going to lick my blood. But he didn't. Instead, after a few seconds, he brought it back down, his nose slightly wrinkled.
"Your blood…" he paused. "It smells..." He trailed off, wrinkling his nose again like it was the most ghastly thing he's ever breathed into his system.
"I'm glad that you don't like my blood," I hissed out flatly. However, that was a lie. Though it's weird, and even slightly revolting, I wanted him to have licked my blood.
He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. He raised an eyebrow at me slightly, and then asked, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
I wanted to face-palm myself. "…You're asking me that like you actually need something to make me want to forgive you. Telling me my blood smells horrible doesn't qualify."
A smirk tugged at his lips, but he didn't let it show. "I'm not going to beg," he told me.
"You're going to let me shoot a gun at you, and yet, you won't beg?" I asked him, wanting to snort. How ironic.
He shrugged. "Begging will look pathetic."
It made me wonder if he thinks getting shot is a lot cooler. Can you imagine that? Having some guy stand in the middle of a clearing with a girl holding a gun that'll be shot at any second? And then, not long after being shot, he gets all bloody and collapses and then the girl has to carry him back to the hospital or infirmary where he'll be stuck in bed for a few days?
Oh yeah.
Totally not pathetic.
I looked up at him—looked into his eyes. Accusation tainted my tone. "You still want to confirm your thoughts, don't you?"
He blinked at me, staring at me blankly. "Yes," he said stiffly.
My eyes narrowed at him, and almost instantly, I had torn my hand away from his, taking strides back away from him slowly, keeping my eyes trained on him intensely. I was scared to even blink--scared that in the nanosecond that I close my eyes, something would happy. He blinked at me, blinking his eyes like he wanted to ask me what I was doing.
I turned my back on him so that he couldn't see my face. My head was hung slightly, my eyes on the ground. My long bangs covered my eyes, creating shadows. I clenched my fists tightly together, and I knew what I had to do.
Shiki didn't say anything, but the question was obvious; What are you doing?
I closed my eyes, and then I felt it. My eyes began to hurt, my fists began to shake and tremble violently. I also felt this tingling sensation go through my body, and it was followed by an electric zap. I didn't do anything—I just waited until the jolt had gone all throughout my body, and when my fists finished shaking, I unclenched them. I lifted one hand up to my face, the palm resting on my cheek and my fingers blocking one of my eyes.
Slowly, I turned around and looked at Shiki.
His expression didn't change—not really. His eyes only widened slightly, his mouth didn't part. He blinked his eyes at me, and even though he didn't look very shocked, I could see it rolling off of him in waves.
After a moment, he breathed out one word quietly.
"Impossible."
A / N :
I'm so sorry, but I just couldn't resist x3
I hope that you liked this chapter--it's my tenth!-- and that it wasn't completely disappointing. Surprise, surprise! Shiki used his first favor! I wonder how many of you guys were expecting that xD
Super Duper Mega Ulta Special Thanks To ... :
Nameless Memory, JuJukins, KurosuX, yuzuki0429, Serena Lockhart, Anonymous, xXPrincess-Of-TwilightXx, xXKaminari-TsubasaXx, -meadows and moonbeams-, Valkyrei, IBurnUnicorns, arisu rin, Fun-sized Friend, KusajishiFuktaicho, TenajHguoh, Sweet Nightmare's Good Byes, and I-Eat-My-Vegetables
MAN, YOU KNOW WHAT? THISSSSS IS THE HIGHEST NUMBER OF REVIEWS I GOT EVER SINCE THE FIRST CHAPTER!
The number of reviews for the ninth chapter topped the highest amound of reviews I got for this chapter ebfore, which was twelve reviews for the first chapter. THIS TOPPED IT, BABY! xD
I feel proud, and you should too! So, you know what? Give yourself a pat on the bag and send meh a high-five with your minds. xD I shall receive the message with a bright smile -grins-
Thank you to everyone who read the story and alerted and favourited! ;D I appreciate it greatly!
You guys explode with awesomeness. You guys are like the donuts filled with jelly, you know? Except that you guys have too much jelly (AKA the pure awesomeness) inside you, and the moment someone takes a bite outta ya, you explode and fly everywhere. Of course, I mean this as a good think. You all know that, right? Right? Right? Yeah, good. x3
The answer to the question I asked you guys last time?
I love Aidou more. I mean, I completely adore Kain and love him to pieces, but Aidou is... Aidou is Aidou, you know? I just love him. Especially during the last episode where he asks Kain to choose which hand the marble is in to decide what path he chooses. Man, I thought that what he did was just the cutest and funniest thing ever. You just gotta love that blonde-haired, blue-eyed vampire that controls ice similar to his cerulean eyes ;D
Question?
What did you guys actually think Shiki would use his first favor for?
I'm really, really curious about your answer, so please include it in your reviews, or send me a private messgae or something, 'kayyyy?
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The next chapter will explain everything, like what Riku is. It'll explain it, seriously, and it won't be a cliffhanger, so if you wanna find out, please drop me a review if you have the time to!
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I shall see you guys next time~!
Sayonara,
-EverlastingxSong-