Please forgive any typos or anything, since I haven't contacted my beta in ages I didn't know if I should just email her out of the blue or if she even checks that email anymore haha.
"Was he there the whole time?" Makoto asked, jamming her thumb at the doorway as she stared down her friends.
"Um, well, for the last part of it?" Hotaru answered, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly.
"So the part that matters," Makoto responded.
"Okay, well yes. Yes, the only part that matters."
"I'm back! I pulled a bunch of different shoes from all different wardrobes. I know you said green but I was actually wondering about pink so I brought a couple pink pairs as well," Quatre announced as he walked in, his voice dying out as he looked at the scene in front of him. "Whoa, why is your face all red Makoto?" He approached her quickly, invading her personal space as he felt her cheeks with his hand.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She swatted his hands away as she rushed out the door in pursuit of Apollo. Quatre watched her leave before setting down the shoes he had.
"Is something going on?" He asked.
"Permission to open the floor to questioning," Minako said, raising her hand.
"Uh, yeah sure," Quatre said hesitantly.
"Are you gay?"
"Um, no."
"Oh, okay."
"She thinks I'm gay!" He wailed hysterically.
"You're not?" Eros teased. Apollo glared at him. "Right right, I forgot, oh virile man leader," he said, waving his hands in surrender.
"I don't see why, you've never shown any inclination toward any gender," Zeus said, uncertainly trying to comfort his friend.
"From an unbiased point of view, you do seem quite effeminate," Trowa stepped in, looking the moon prince from top to bottom.
"So?" Apollo asked. "I don't understand how that impacts my sexual orientation at all," he said, head hung low.
"Yeah, I mean, look at pretty boy Zoicite, women everywhere," Eros grumbled.
"Women?" Hermes asked, ice crackling as it spread out from under his feet.
"Did I say women? I meant woman, as in only Ami, the most beautiful!" Eros backtracked.
"The most beautiful?" Hermes repeated, his voice growing more and more menacing.
"What? Did I say that? I mean-"
"Just stop while you still can," Ares muttered, grabbing Eros's shoulder and dragging him away.
"Can we get back to the main point here?" Hermes asked as he nailed his prince with a harsh look. "You're shy, you've never expressed interest, and you have a better eye for women's fashion than the rest of us." Apollo turned toward Hermes, his eyes wide. He knew Hermes was upset with him, yet Hermes still tried to help. His heart swelled at the thought.
"In comparison to the majority of the people on the moon, you've been the least interested in women, you spend most of your time with us or in the garden," Ares said again, uncomfortably trying his hand at being more personal with his prince. Ares thought back to what Rei had said to him before straightening his shoulders and steeling his resolve. "Apollo, women from throughout the galaxy throw themselves at you without hesitation and yet you haven't responded. As part of royalty, you're expected to continue the line, so many have contemplated your orientation leaning more toward men because of your secrecy."
"You didn't call me 'prince,'" Apollo said, awed. Ares twitched.
"I say all of that and the only thing you gathered was that I called you by name? It's not even your real name," He said incredulously.
"Well, it's the first time," Apollo shrugged, smiling softly. "Both you and Hermes have shown more warmth toward me since we've been here than you have our entire lives up until this point. If for nothing else, for that I am grateful for this mission." The warriors stiffened, silence falling over them.
"Don't be so serious, Apollo. Wait, who are you talking about anyway?" Eros asked, slinging his arm over Apollo's shoulder. "I don't see why this is such a problem, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of, so why are you so upset about this?"
"I'm not worried about other people thinking I'm gay, I'm just worried about her thinking I'm gay!" he explained.
"Wait, you're interested in someone? And one of our sisters no less?" Suddenly the room became dark, the prince's entourage suddenly looming over their leader.
"Uh, why would you think it's someone that's here?" Apollo chuckled nervously, eyes darting between his friend's faces.
"Why else would this come up now?" Hermes snapped.
"Um, is this a bad time?" A voice interrupted. "We'll have to be leaving soon but we can't find Makoto, can you guys help us?" Apollo stiffened before whipping around to look at the man in the doorway.
"What do you want with Makoto?" He hissed.
"Um, well she's my date and I just need to find her so she can finish getting ready and we can go," Quatre mumbled, unsure as to why his doppleganger was acting so hostile.
"Right well, since you're so manly, I'm sure you can get it done yourself," Apollo huffed, childishly crossing his arms and turning up his nose.
"Alright then, I'll just go back to where the other girls were changing to see if she's returned," Quatre said uncertainly, leaving.
"Wait a second!" Apollo yelled. Heero finally snapped, having dealt the the din as he tried to read a book he'd gotten from Ami earlier.
"Get out of here if you're going to be so loud!" He said, voice like the ice Hermes dealt. Quiet settled once more before Apollo's voice rang out again.
"Are you gay?"
"Why is everyone asking me that today?"
"Get out!"
"I couldn't find him," Makoto said, trudging back into the room. "Why is this house so big? I can't remember where the other guys are either."
"Well, don't worry about it now. We have to get you dressed before we head out," Minako said, holding up a pair of shoes she'd chosen. "Look at what Quatre picked out for you! Perfect right?" Makoto wailed and sat in a chair with her head in her hands.
"Of course he picked out perfect shoes!" She said.
"That doesn't mean he's gay, Makoto," Ami reprimanded softly.
"I guess," Makoto sniffed.
"In fact, we asked him!" Minako said cheerfully.
"You asked him?" Makoto asked incredulously. "Are you crazy?"
"Sounds like someone doesn't want to know," Rei said, teasing the brunette. Makoto pouted.
"I don't care!" She declared resolutely. "I'm not trying on those shoes either, I'm not going!"
"You're not going?" Quatre's voice drifted in from the door. Makoto froze, looking around the back of the chair toward the blond getting irritated with the amount of sneaking the blonde twins were doing. "I was looking forward to seeing you in a dress and I can't go without a date." He smiled gently and walked over to her chair, offering her his hand. "I'd really appreciate it if you could be my date, Makoto."
"Oh, well, o-okay," she said, cheeks aflame as he helped her stand. Apollo quietly walked away from the entryway, smiling softly.
"He's manlier, it's okay, she likes him more," he whispered.
"You all look beautiful!" Usagi exclaimed. Zeus stood next to her, dragged by his excitable princess. It was worth it though, he thought. Looking at Minako, stunning in red, he felt his heart flutter and his stomach turn somersaults. He turned to look at his sister.
"Makoto, pink suits you," he said. She blushed, hands pressing on the antebellum waistline of her dress. The pink dress hugged her torso, the sweetheart neckline accented with embroidery. The skirt hugged her hips and thighs, capitalizing on her long legs and lean physique.
"He's right, your legs look so good!" Usagi gushed. "Oh, Ami, you look like a princess." The girl blushed, her pale skin radiating warmth.
"It's time to leave," Heero grunted, stalking over to the group. He looked them all over and nodded in satisfaction. "Now let's go, Relena should be arriving there shortly."
"Be careful," Rei whispered, appearing in the doorway.
"What's wrong, did something happen?" Ami asked, her eyes taking in Rei's surprisingly shaky presence.
"I couldn't find out what's wrong, the fire won't even react to me now. Just promise me you'll be careful," she said. "You all look beautiful," she smiled, surprisingly humble when she looked at Minako in red. "I told you red would suit you, you silly Venusian," she winked.
"We'll be careful," Minako replied, reassuring her friend with an open expression. "We have our pens, and I've heard that these guys aren't too shabby either," she laughed, punching Trowa in the arm. Zeus winced, he knew how much those could hurt, but Trowa didn't budge.
"Alright, are you done chit chatting now? This tie is choking me and I'd like to get this ordeal over with as soon as possible," Ares scowled. He walked over to Hotaru and took her arm. "Let's go," he said before stalking off with his date.
"You know, they look surprisingly good together," Usagi commented. The rest of the girls giggled and followed their comrades out the door, leaving behind the impatient humans.
"Did they just leave us?" Duo asked.
"It appears that way," Quatre answered.
"We're going to be late," Heero grumbled, swiftly taking his leave. Rei looked after them, Usagi and Zeus walking away together, talking quietly.
"Please, be safe," she whispered. Not noticing the concerned look Hermes threw her at her back.
"Get into the car," Heero said, irritated.
"No," said Minako, looking highly uncomfortable.
"Why won't you get in the car?" He asked, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
"This looks like a very interesting contraption you have here. It has nothing to pull it, no magic is imbued in it. How do you expect us to trust that this isn't just a trap?" Ares said, poking at the shiny black exterior of the limousine.
"You said it didn't have magic, right?" Trowa asked, his voice blunt. "So how could we trap you if we didn't use magic? You're obviously our superior in that department."
"He's right," Ami said, ignoring her friends as she got into the vehicle. "Besides, we have no other way of getting there, there are no carriages and no warp panels around here." Settling in, she looked expectantly at the other royals.
"Alright," Hotaru shrugged, jumping in with her blue haired friend. Makoto followed, Minako and Ares trailing in before the pilots.
"Go," Heero grumbled, looking up at the driver.
"Of course, sir," the driver chirped in reply. Ami looked up toward the front, curious as Heero raised a black barrier between the back of the car and the front, his seat overlooking them all.
"This car moves entirely on its own through the consumption of gas for energy," Quatre explained, misinterpreting her expression.
"Oh, yes, that's very interesting," Ami said, still distracted.
"We should be getting there in about twenty minutes," Duo said, resting his arm around Ami's shoulders. "Don't worry about everyone else here, babe, soon we'll be alone."
"Yes, at a ball surrounded by people. Very private," Ares snorted.
"You're worse than our Wufei," Duo huffed.
"You're worse than our Duo," Ares retorted.
"You're both pretty," Minako said, eyes rolling. "Now shush, we have to figure out a plan."
"Plan?" Quatre asked.
"We're here to gather information, you're here to do your jobs, we need to figure out how we can do both," Minako continued. "There is only so much we can do from your home, we need to see if there's anything here that could help us figure out why Setsuna thinks you can help us."
"You plan to find this at a party?" Duo asked, chuckling. "I'm definitely one to admit that parties are a good place to gather information, but I don't think you'll find anything that will help your space war."
"We never know until we try," Makoto piped up. She looked over at Duo, judging his expression before continuing. "So far, all we know is that you're supposed to be able to help us in some way."
"Yes, and you seem unusually susceptible to magic, making you seem more useless than anything," Ares sniped. Hotaru glanced up at him, laying her hand on his arm.
"But they're strong fighters," she said.
"And your magic is off the charts," Ami said quietly.
"What?" Minako asked. "What do you mean off the charts?"
"As in, I couldn't calculate their potential. It's almost as though it's like ours and they have an outside power source. Well, potentially anyway," Ami replied. The car went quiet, no one really having anything to say as they all fell into their own thoughts.
"Anyway, since you have to make rounds and patrol the ball anyway, we'll stay with you. Introduce us to as many people as you can. After we've each covered the floor once we'll split off and see if we can find out anything on our own. We'll observe to see if the social conventions here are any different," Minako said, charting out a plan.
"What about Wu-I mean, Ares and Hotaru? Neither of them know who is who or what to say," Quatre spoke up.
"That's a good point," Makoto said, leaning over her date to make eye contact with Hotaru. "Do you want to just come with us?"
"Quatre is the best diplomat of us all, he's got like esp or something," Duo chuckled.
"It's not esp, I'm just good at reading and dealing with people's emotions, unlike some people," he said, eyeing the American. "Wufei usually doesn't talk terribly much anyway, so it should be fine if you stay with us. He smiled at the pair.
"Fine," Ares said. "I find you the least irritating anyway."
"Um, thank you," Quatre mumbled, unsure of how to take the comment. These aliens were so hard to read.
"Good, we have it all figured out then," Minako said, leaning back. "Brief us on your customs for the rest of the ride."
"Well, you all look human enough," Heero said, eyes closed despite his commentary. "You speak well enough, and since most of you are just playing the part of our dates, you should be fine."
"What if they ask us about current events or anything of the like?" Ami asked.
"Considering how you look, they'll assume you're nothing but trophy dates we brought," Heero scoffed. "If you know nothing it wouldn't be a surprise."
"Excuse you, I'll have you know that attractive women can be very intelligent," Makoto snapped, her expression sinking as her pleasant mood diminished.
"What? Cause Wufei isn't here you have to fill in for his misogyny?" Duo asked, quietly laughing at the obvious danger Heero was in.
"Are you saying that we are not intelligent? Are you saying that someone marrying wealthily and not working makes them dumb?" Hotaru hissed.
"I'm just saying that most of the women attending this ball will not be of any academic appreciation," Heero said loftily, standing by his comment.
"I would disagree, Heero. Many women of high academic and political standing should be attending tonight," Quatre spoke up. Heero's gaze snapped to him, these strangers made Quatre surprisingly bold. Quatre looked down into his lap quickly when he noticed Makoto's clenched fist. He looked at her obviously displeased expression and was surprised when she didn't lash out at his fellow pilot.
"I've fought very hard to be perceived as a feminine soldier," she said quietly. "My tall stature and my Jovian physique served my strength but not the traditional lunar concept of female beauty." The rest of the girls looked solemnly at their friend.
"I don't know what you mean by any of that. I think you're quite beautiful," Quatre said honestly, his face burning as he spoke. "I don't think your physique is displeasing either. Maybe among the royalty you are the tallest and the most muscular," she turned away from him at these words. He laid his hand on top of her fist. "But that does not mean you're not beautiful."
"I don't need you to tell me that. I know that I'm beautiful and my beauty is not just for your appreciation. I just had to show other people, and I am proud of how I look. Don't tell me that I should be ashamed of my appearance because people will think that I am not a well rounded individual."
"I never meant to tell you that you should be ashamed," Heero said, his voice unapologetic.
"But you implied it," Ami said, her gaze even. "By saying that people would assume we know nothing based on our appearance, you assumed that beauty means vapidity. You told us that we cannot be more than how we look. You mean that to be considered appealing, we must shed the rest of our identity."
"I apologise," Heero said. "I forget that your social standards might be different. You seem to be ruled by a queen, here we cannot claim that all genders are yet equal."
"So you admit that what you said was wrong," Minako said. Hotaru's eyes bore into Heero's skull, her dark visage reminiscent of the power she wielded.
"Yes, I apologise," Heero said.
"Phew," Duo whistled, patting Ares on the knee. "If they can bring Heero to admit that he's wrong then you've got your work cut out for you."
"Maybe if you showed them some basic respect, you wouldn't be in this mess," the Aresian retorted.
Duo looked at the man wide eyed. "Hearing those words come out of your mouth is the most surreal experience I could ever imagine."
"Why?" Minako snapped, looking at the braided man.
"You're not going to like this, but Wufei's not exactly your lady-power kind of guy," he chuckled in response.
"Well then, we'll just have to prove to him that he's wrong," Hotaru said, her eyes dark.
"I'm not surprised that women are respected where you come from," Trowa said quietly. "Not only are you strong in your own right, but your men have not assumed a stance of power superior to your own. Perhaps because magic leveled the playing field."
"Or perhaps because we realise that we are all of equal measure," Minako retorted, looking over at her date.
"Maybe we should continue this discussion another day," Quatre said, trying to ease the atmosphere. "Heero has apologised and we can only begin to imagine how worthy of respect you all are."
"Not just us," Ami said quietly. "Everyone deserves respect." The passengers went quiet as the car halted, humming as the driver opened his door and moved toward theirs.
"I'm glad we could get this out of the way quickly," Minako said. "If you dare disrespect us again, you will find out that we do not react well to oppression, overt or unspoken," she said before exiting the limo.
As the rest of the foreigners filed out of the car, the pilots sat quietly. Ares stuck his head back into the vehicle, his smirk clear as day.
"Beauties, aren't they?"
As they made their rounds, the girls surprised the pilots with their wide knowledge of things such as art or literature. Ami the most well versed with specific examples. The rest stuck with technical aspects of these things, unable to use references for fear of revealing their identities.
"I personally believe that Greek warfare..." Ami pushed on, keeping the interest of her conversation partner mostly through her gestures. The man followed her every move, Duo equally enraptured. She paused, looking at Duo. "I don't know why Heero said that because of our appearance, people would assume we know nothing. That man is not very attractive and yet he knows nothing of what he's talking about," she whispered as they walked away. He laughed, looking back at the poor man still watching the blue haired beauty.
"I tried to talk to them about the use of lighting in art, like in Rembrandt's works," Hotaru said, sounding a little put out that some of her little Terran knowledge was not understood. "All they wanted to talk about was who I was wearing and I didn't know what to say. I'm not wearing anybody. This is not human skin," she said, her expression confused. Ares didn't look any better.
"Don't get me started," Ares muttered back. "They kept asking me about battles I'd been in or what guns I was fond of."
"That will happen," Quatre chuckled. "Hotaru, they're asking about who designed your dress, and Wufei here is one of us, a pilot. You're more talkative than our Wufei so they must've tried to pry."
"My dress? They're asking Ares about his exploits and they asked me about my dress?"
"Yes, I understand that, but we don't use guns and I couldn't very well say I burned my sister's lover with magic fire now could I?"
Quatre laughed aloud at this. "This party must be difficult for you both. Don't worry, I'll handle the rest of the talking." Makoto looked up at him to speak before turning to look at a man who'd tapped her arm.
"Um, if you don't mind me asking, could I have this dance?" He asked, his bright eyes looking down at the floor as he extended his hand. Another man approached Hotaru as well, asking her to dance. Both of them accepted hesitantly, unfamiliar with the dances they'd seen. When they walked into the cluster of people in the middle of the dance floor, they noticed their fellow senshi with their own partners.
"Something is wrong," Ares muttered, looking around for his friends. Quatre looked over at him curiously.
"They were asked to dance, I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier."
"That's not what I mean," Ares interrupted, holding his hand up. " You can't hear it?"
"Hear what?"
"What is that horrible noise?" Minako asked, looking up at her dance partner.
"What noise?" He asked, looking confused. She looked over, scanning the hall for her teammates.
"It sounds like screaming?" She asked her dance partner.
"What?" he chuckled. "If you're nervous, it's okay, I don't mind if you step on my feet a couple of times, though you're a wonderful dancer."
"Thanks," she said absentmindedly, still looking for her comrades. "I've had a lot of practice." He continued to move her across the dance floor when she finally caught sight of Hotaru who also looked as though she was in pain. Hotaru's partner stood next to her, examining her expression.
"Don't look around, just look here," Minako's partner grasped her chin and turned to face toward him. "Look here, princess." She shook his hand off, pulling away from him when he seized her wrist. "No no, you're not going anywhere," he said, his voice low. "Don't make a fuss or there'll be trouble." He held the barrel of a gun to her back, the red fabric of her dress hiding the cold metal. Suddenly the lights shut off all at once, squeals and indignant shouts echoing around the hall. The man holding her arm twisted her in front of him like a shield, the harsh sound in her head crippling her will to fight back.
When the lights came back on, Heero had knocked out the man that had come after Relena, whispering comforting words to the princess as he eyed the armed men still among the guests. He looked at the girls and Ares, all of them holding their heads in pain except for Ami who was examining her surroundings. He noticed when she started walking toward Minako, following her gaze to the slight metallic glint against her spine. Ami looked up at him, making eye contact before nodding to him.
"Oh no," she said, accidentally bumping into a waiter carrying wine. The red wine soaked into her white dress. "I just have to get this out," she said exasperatedly, excusing herself as she made her way through the crowd. She held the section of her skirt with her hand, pressing through the crush of people to reach Minako.
"Six," Heero grunted. Six other insurgents in the audience at the very least. He paused as he followed Ami's path with his gaze. Four more, he thought. Noting the wine stains she'd left behind. Suddenly, the man holding a suddenly bored looking Minako hauled her up to where Heero was standing with Relena, Ami in hot pursuit.
"Well well, I saw one of your buddies here with this woman. Now hand over the princess or she's gonna get hurt. In fact, all of these people are going to get hurt," he said, jerking his head at the crowd where all but one remaining intruder withdrew their guns and aimed them at Heero's head.
Minako scoffed, her eyes rolling as she listened to the man's demands. Heero looked at her hands, quickly taking on the shape of a gun. He knew the strength these girls possessed, maybe in the deep recesses of his brain he pitied the man in front of him.
Suddenly there was a crackle of lightning and the lights blew out. A brilliant display of colours shot through the darkness accompanied by yells and screams of fear. The people in the hall streamed out through doors and windows, the security shouting instructions to the deaf and frightened masses. The pilots armed themselves, Heero noticing the body next to Minako's figure as he escorted Relena to a safe vehicle before venturing back into the hall. There, he found the six newcomers standing in the middle of the hall, staring at the bodies scattered on the floor. The pilots standing among them bore flashlights and candles.
"They're not dead," Hotaru said to the pilot as he entered entered. "We merely incapacitated them."
"We appreciate your help," Quatre said, looking over the bodies. "They don't look like they have any affiliations with known rebel networks."
"Maybe because they don't." Ami whipped around at the voice.
"Zoisite?" she whispered, voice trembling. Out of the darkness stepped the figure Heero had noticed earlier, looking bored.
"We hired them to capture the princess. They seemed to know who they were going after," he sighed. "Blond, they said. Thin, they said. A ball, they said. Seemed like the right princess to us." He clicked his tongue as he examined the bodies. "Seems they were wrong. A pity." He waved his hand, a black hole tearing itself in the ceiling as shadows dropped into the hall. "Save the girls and that one," he pointed at Ares. "We don't need the rest."
"What are those things?" Duo asked, facing the towering shadows as the drew themselves up to full height.
"Shadows," Makoto said, lightning crackling in her palm.
"Zoisite," Ami said, fists clenched. "We both know that what you're doing is ridiculous." The blonde shrugged.
"Rationality doesn't factor into this, dearest ice queen," he cackled. He leveled his gaze on her. "Beryl promised you to me anyway, I'm just here to hold up my end of the bargain."
"Don't even think about it, prissy boy," Duo said, holding his gun aloft as he fired at the shadows approaching them. The shadows paused as they were hit, the bullets sinking into their pulsing flesh.
"Ah, yes, the little toys you seem so reliant on in this world," Zoisite laughed. "Well, since I have nothing else to worry about here, I'll leave these to Beryl's warriors. Not to say that you princesses aren't strong in your own right, but your brothers aren't here to help you. Half capacity isn't great to fight with now is it?"
"Half capacity?" Hotaru asked, confused.
"Of course, you're not affected. You have no brothers, or siblings, or family," Zoisite spat. "Setsuna didn't tell you? Naughty time keeper," he said, shaking his head knowingly. "Here you don't have the same magic strength you usually do. This is a land where magic is, well, impossible, and since this is where your brothers' doppelgangers live," he sighed dramatically. "This reality is suppressing our own, taking away the powers your brothers have. So what is the automatic reaction of a failing magical circuit?"
"To sustain itself," Ami said, eyes widening as she called upon an ocean of mist. "We didn't notice because we hadn't been using our magic to injure anyone, but our brothers are pulling some of our magic stores. We can't use our full power attacks right now!" She shouted to the remaining senshi as they readied themselves, the shadows tensing to spring at them.
"Our magic stores are doing what?" Ares asked. "That's why Rei can't even begin to talk to the fire anymore. It was misbehaving before because of her emotional stress but now she can't even get it to react." He turned to the girls. "Half power or not, we need to take care of these shadows before they escape and hurt anyone," he called out.
"Is there any way you can try to contact Wufei?" Trowa asked Heero quietly. He nodded in reply, quickly clicking a series of buttons before arming himself. The shadows roared.
"That's the sound I was talking about."
Beep Beep
Wufei groggily lifted his head off the pillow, reaching over to the communicator set on his side table.
"You're awake!" a voice exclaimed before Usagi scrambled over to him and examined his injuries. "Apollo!" she yelled, calling her brother. The boy stumbled into the room, eyes red.
"Oh good," he sighed. "We've been working on you all night, it's good to know that you're okay." He yawned and stretched. "I'm probably going to go to bed then. I don't know what time they're supposed to get back, but let them know that Wufei is better when they arrive" he said to Usagi, waving halfheartedly as he left.
"Sorry about him, he's not usually like this," Usagi said, smiling. Wufei didn't say anything, trying to get around Usagi to reach his communicator. She kept getting in his way chattering about Makoto and manliness when he finally snapped.
"Woman!" he shouted. "I'm trying to get to my communicator, could you please move?" He hissed.
"Hey! We've been taking care of you all night! If you wanted to reach your communicator you should've just asked," Usagi huffed before picking up the communicator and slapping it into his hand. He growled in response and opened the device, quickly reading the message before looking at the blond in confusion. "i don't know what this means," he said, showing her the screen.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her indignant expression relaxing as she read the text of the message he showed to her. "Shadows," she gasped.
"Quatre! I mean, Apollo!" she yelled, chasing after her brother. "We have an emergency! Everyone!"
Haha, ahahahaha, aha. It's been a long time.
Okay cool bye.
Jkjk, sorry for the long absence, but I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm back and writing fanfiction is a thing I'm doing again. I hope you all haven't forgotten about me. Much love and I hope you enjoyed it!
R&R if you can/want to, I want to understand reactions regarding the story flow and the differences so I can adjust to compensate for my slacking off.