love your story: wow... i've got no words for you big K oh, and how will Rhea find out about Chiron and what would happen when Kronos finds out about Chiron AND Zeus ? will Kronos ever like LOVE his children ? gods i've got so many questions / Rhea will find out... but I'm not gonna say how. A lot of cursing, things exploding and an angry Kronos. Maybe.
Jaylene Olebar: wow that was well done, i wonder if... is Chiron gonna stay half Centaur or are you going to change him?
plus it was great
keep it up please? / That would be telling...
Jaylene Olebar (chapter 8): so in the next chapter- chapter 9 Poseidon is afraid of failing and his father confronting him?
Sorry i already reviewed on the other chapter and it wont let me unless i log out / Pretty much yeah.
Lady of the Court of Dreams: I laughed for most of the chapter.
Is it too cruel for me to have so much fun with the shock of the demigods? I mean, come on. Maybe my mind is sick at this level, but most of them date their cousins (whether DNA exists or not). And the gods? Hera and Zeus (married brothers, as well as their parents and grandparents, although sometimes Gaia is the mother of Ouranos, not sister) had Ares. Demeter and Zeus, Persephone who married Hades, his uncle. Poseidon had an affair with the son of Tantalus (who is son of Zeus). I'm surprised they were surprised.
"Kro"? Really?
For Percy: dear Seaweed Brain, good titans also have sex. Mostly incestuous.
Now, this whole thing reminded me of Solangelo. Where's Will Solace? I do not remember seeing him with others. Nico is also half-erased. And I just love both. Although I understand it was best to keep them quiet in this chapter. Already had a lot of uncomfortable for a day, they are a bunch of teenagers who can not even say the word "sex." At least no one blushed like the bunch of virgins they are.
I laughed when Zeus told Rhea to keep refusing Kronos, how would he want to be born if she took too long? Is not he little bit provoked by being the youngest? Even Chiron is older than our favorite Drama Queen, guys.
So * innocent face * in the next chapter baby Z is beginning to make its grand entrance into the world? Please, please, please - make someone say that he looks like a rock (like, people say babies have a knee face). Please, I never asked you for anything. Now, I can not wait for the next chapter. I have this feeling that it will be glorious. Just like that was.
Ah ...
I think that was all. Tchau! / Good :). Nope, they're still mortal though so think of it differently. What's bad about it? It had to be a short and sort of mocking name for his youth. It's hard to keep everyone in the story because there are so many people there. Zeus just likes seeing Kronos angry or annoyed. Sure, I can do that.
The Titan of Despair: I love how you put your own spin on the myths. / Thanks. It's really easy to twist them slightly to fit, and it's not really even changing them anyway... they've got so little detail in.
Chapter 11
"Good," Kronos murmurs as she shuts the door behind her, locking it with a sharp flick of her wrist. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost." He's lying sprawled out across the bed, the black covers slightly crumpled beneath him.
"I had to settle them down," Rhea says simply. She knows what he wants – she'd known as soon as he'd told her that she'd be spending the night with him and not with their five children.
"Please don't tell me we'll have to listen to them…" Nico trails off, looking slightly green. "You know, them having sex."
Poseidon grimaced. "Hopefully not. I'm not too eager either."
He smiles wickedly, almost innocently, but Rhea knows that beneath that smile he'll likely have an entirely different emotion. Despite his looks, he could turn ugly in a heartbeat if she pushed him. "We can't have them not settling down, can we?"
Rhea lets out a long breath. "I'm assuming you wanted something."
Kronos chuckles. "Don't I always?" he asks, flashing her a lazy smile. His eyes flicker to lock her hard gaze with his, the smile widening. "You know what I want." He rises from the bed, golden eyes gleaming. "Don't play games, Rhea. You know I always win."
"You win because you always cheat," Rhea replies stiffly.
"She's right, of course," Hera said. "He's known to cheat."
Kronos smiles, taking several steps towards her and stopping only a mere two feet away. "You know what I want," he repeats. And he slowly takes his chiton off, carelessly throwing it behind him onto the floor.
Zeus groaned audibly, putting his head in his hands. "Please, no."
"Don't you want to be born?" Hades asked in amusement.
"Yes, but I don't want to have to listen to it!"
Rhea moves a lot slower than him, hesitating slightly before steeling herself and taking her chiton off, leaving her bare in front of him, and him bare in front of her. His golden eyes probe into her green ones, searching and prodding – for what, Rhea didn't know – until, finally, his eyes flicker down slightly.
He pulls her towards him, thick arms which Rhea had seen snap the neck of a mortal with horrible ease pulling her against him. Rhea flushes slightly, feeling their bodies so tantalizingly close, a gross imitation of when they used to join repeatedly and endlessly for nights on end.
His mouth moves down to her neck, teeth grazing along the vein before Kronos changes tactics, nibbling at her ear. He smiles against her. "Tell me to stop," he murmurs, "and I will. Just say you want me to stop." He inhales her scent, the taunting smell of the forests beneath Othrys – the smell of his youth and the smell of Rhea.
"Is he serious?" Percy asked. "I thought he wanted this, enough to make a deal to get it."
Her breath catches as she feels him push up against her slightly, prompting her to speak and yet effectively causing her to be silent. His smile sharpens against her neck. Rhea remains silent for several more moments, the two of them standing in their – Kronos' – room, before finally saying, "I thought you wanted this."
"No," Hades said. "Mother… I'd prefer it if Zeus wasn't born."
Zeus glared at him. "Why? Because I'd steal your spotlight?" he asked smugly.
Hades scoffed. "I simply don't want to have to deal with you."
He smiled wickedly, looking down as she leans back against him slightly, looking torn between wanting to flee the room and stay. Kronos moves his mouth to hers. She seems surprised at the bold move, before she lets out a long breath and pulls away. "You're an ass," she says, before kissing him back.
She feels him make the biggest smirk yet. "Perhaps," he murmurs, his hands moving further down her. "Yet the only ass I will be concerned with tonight is yours, my love."
Percy spluttered. "Really? Did he just…?"
"I want to castrate him," Artemis growled out.
Rhea huffs. "You're impossible," she breathes, before pulling him down towards her slightly – inwardly cursing the height difference between them – and kisses him back. Maybe she'd humour him tonight, she muses. He wasn't the only one who had been missing their past intimacy.
"I don't like this," Thalia decided. "Can we skip it?"
"No!" Aphrodite exclaimed. "We are not skipping it."
His eyes are alight with mischief and glee, a throwback to the younger Kronos who'd flirted shamelessly with her in the past. "Aren't you used to that yet?" he asks.
"You're a stubborn little bastard," she murmurs. "But I love you."
"Don't say that to him!" Zeus snapped out. "Great Chaos."
"For once I'm agreeing with Zeus," Poseidon said. "I don't like this."
"You're not the only one," Hades scowled.
"Little?" he breathes. "You're shorter than me."
"Shut up," Rhea says, kissing him again.
Somehow, they've moved so that they're beside the bed, and Rhea takes full advantage of it. Kronos' eyes widen slightly as she manages to push him back so that he's the one lying on the bed.
He smirks up at her. "A little eager, aren't we?" he muses.
"Can hatred and love exist at the same time?" Rhea asks.
Kronos tilts his head to the side. "Probably," he says. "I feel that all the time around you." She's straddling him, and he's content to just lay there, looking up at her, knowing that finally she's his again, and he is hers. "I chose you. And I'll choose you over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you."
"That is… surprisingly sweet," Aphrodite mused curiously.
Rhea smiles. "Why is it that you're only like this when we're alone?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Not the most annoying little bastard ever born," Rhea says.
He just smirks. "I feel insulted. I am always a bastard."
She rolls her eyes and leans over him, slowly kissing him, allowing the moment to last. "Loving you is torture, Kronos. But Sweet Chaos, I swear I couldn't love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow."
"No," Zeus said, looking horrified, "don't fall into the trap!"
Poseidon's quickly getting used to dream-walking. He figures it's like walking, or an extra limb, something that once you start using properly, you can use forever and never forget.
"It is," Hades said with a sharp nod.
For once, he doesn't land on his face that night, but nimbly on his feet.
The sun is high above him, and he's on a mountain this time. He looks around for either young Kronos or older Kronos, but neither of them are in sight.
Instead, Rhea's sitting on the ground before him. The sight of his mother so close makes him relax slightly.
"Mother?" Demeter asked curiously. "Why is it suddenly focused on her?"
There are three tawny lions around her, one a male with its heavy head on her lap, purring slightly as she scratches its head. A lioness sits on her other side, and finally a cub playing with its tail, pouncing as it lashes from side to side.
Poseidon drops down beside Rhea, staring at her as he waits for events to unfold. She looks utterly relaxed, careless, as if there's nothing to worry about. She's looking down at the plains beneath her, just watching.
"Stop staring," Rhea says, and Poseidon thinks she's somehow talking to him, before he hears a quiet laugh.
"Three guesses as to who it is," Apollo said wryly.
"I don't think I'll need three," Percy muttered.
Poseidon turns, finding Kronos half-hidden in the shadows. His father's leaning against a slight peak, arms crossed as he watches Rhea. "You like this mountain."
"I enjoy the view," she murmurs, scratching the head of the lion.
Kronos grins wolfishly. "I think the view's far better from here."
Rhea snorts in amusement. "Shouldn't you be at Othrys instead of flirting?"
"I don't like this chapter," Artemis decided.
Kronos seems perturbed as he frowns. "Am I not allowed out? Must I really be caged?"
She grimaces. "I didn't mean it like that," she says softly, glancing back at him. "You know that."
He sighs, moving forward out of the shadows with a litheness that's eerily similar to the Kronos that Poseidon knows. Instantly, Poseidon realises when this is happening – after Kronos has killed Ouranos and now he rules the earth. "Othrys bores me," he declares. "Your backside does not."
Hestia's eyes widened and she smiled. "Sweet Chaos. Really, father?"
Rhea rolls her eyes. "Why does that not surprise me?"
He shrugs carelessly, moving to sit by her. "And it's lonely."
"What is?" Apollo asked with a wry smile. "Her backside or Othrys?"
"You do get angry easily," she points out. "And we were either there to see you kill Ouranos, or we saw the aftermath. Why do you think the others are trying to stay away?"
Kronos trailed his finger across the rocky ground beside him. "I did what I had to," he says. "Ouranos had to be stopped." He fervently believes what he's saying, so strong is his dislike for his now dead sire that he can't even fathom there was another option.
Rhea sighs and shakes her head. "Kronos," she murmurs, wanting to continue but deciding not to.
The two sit side-by-side in companionable silence, Kronos looking down at the plains which are now his.
"What do you plan to do?" Rhea asks finally. "Now that all this," she gestures at the world around them, "is yours?"
Zeus' eyes narrowed. "Yes, please say."
Kronos frowns slightly. "Other than what I've already done? Utterly no idea."
"Oh my gods," Will muttered, "really?"
Rhea shuts her eyes. "You did it without even knowing what you'd do after?" she asks incredulously.
Kronos raises his hands in surrender. "It was a sudden decision! And I honestly didn't think Mother would give it all to me."
Rhea is sure that if any of them had known, most of them would have eagerly volunteered. "Mother thinks you'll do what she wants." That was why she'd had them kill Ouranos, so she could have someone on the throne who would do what she wanted without question – she wanted a pawn to become a King under her command.
"Gaea's manipulating even them," Percy muttered. "Really, it's no surprise that Kronos turned out to be a fricking genius with her running schemes behind their backs. He has to stay one step ahead, right?"
Annabeth nodded. "Yes," she said, smiling slightly.
Kronos smiles in amusement, a smile that Poseidon instantly recognises as the one that the Kronos he knows has when Poseidon says something utterly stupid. "Surely she knows I can't be controlled," he says. "Our father tried, and he failed." The lion cub takes the opportunity to pounce at Kronos' back, screeching slightly as its claws catch in the fabric of his chiton and it hangs down.
"I don't think it likes him," Thalia remarked in satisfaction.
Rhea tuts. "No, don't pounce at Kronos," she says with an amused smile, picking the lion cub off Kronos' back.
He smirks. "Yes, no pouncing at me. That honour is reserved for Rhea only."
Hades pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "How does he manage to turn that around?"
She swats the back of his head, but a smile breaks out across her face. "I'd rather the lion pounces at you. They have claws."
"Good," Zeus nodded. "Very good, Rhea."
He rolls his eyes. "And you don't?"
"No. I don't. Despite what you may like to assume."
"It's not an assumption – every wild beast has claws."
"Wild beast?" Hera demanded, her eyes narrowing. "Did he just imply…?"
"I think he did," Poseidon grumbled.
Rhea slowly turns to face him. "Wild beast," she echoes.
"Get revenge!" Zeus exclaimed.
Kronos smiles wickedly. "And every beast can be tamed."
Artemis' eyes narrowed. "Someone revive him so I can kill him again."
The lion lifts its head off her lap and growls at Kronos, amber eyes narrowing. Rhea smiles in genuine amusement. "Simba doesn't agree."
"Her lion is actually named Simba?" Leo asked incredulously. "What the Hades?" He ignored the dark glare Hades directed towards him.
Kronos growls back at the lion before turning back to Rhea. "I'm jealous," he says, and at Rhea's raised eyebrow he smirks. "Simba gets to put his head on your lap."
"Please can we skip?" Percy pleaded. "This is too weird."
She scowls at him. "Simba doesn't try to flirt with me all the time."
"Neither do I," Kronos says. "Only eighty percent of the time."
"Exactly," she says dryly.
"I simply cannot help it," he protests.
She hums as the lion shakes himself to his feet, flicking his tail at Kronos as if telling him to piss off, before he pads over into the shade. "Ah, so that explains why you're stalking me then," she says, lying back with all the grace of a lioness.
Kronos, in an incredibly brazen move which has Poseidon staring open-mouthed, rolls over and before Rhea can protest he's above her, smirking down at her. "I have multiple reasons," he murmurs, leaning down with obvious intent.
"Kill him, Rhea!" Artemis cried furiously. "Don't let him kiss you!"
Rhea punches him in the face.
There's utter silence for several long seconds, and then Percy snorts, his body shaking with laughter. "Oh my gods," he laughed. "That must have been incredible to see."
He curses under his breath, rolling away and spluttering. Then his body's shaking and Poseidon realises that he's laughing despite the obvious pain. "Chaos be Great, you are a wild beast."
She stands, glaring at Kronos with her hands on her hips. "And you a pig."
Artemis nodded. "Exactly."
He just laughs as he stands, brushing dirt off his chiton and rubbing his jaw with a rueful smile. "Funny," he says, "and here I thought I was a wolf."
She shakes her head. "You're impossible."
"I suppose I won't be trying that again for a while," he muses, smiling wryly.
"I should hope you won't be trying that again without my permission," she says stiffly.
He just smirks. "But that exquisite-"
"My ass," Rhea says dryly, "is done for the day."
Zeus smirked. "Good."
He snickers, tilting his head to the side. "Very well. But tomorrow?"
Rhea studies him. "If you behave, then maybe."
"Me behave?" he muses. "Now that will be incredibly difficult." He lowers himself into a mocking bow. "But, I suppose, for you it is worth it."
"He's arrogant, cocky, and generally a bastard," Poseidon said. "But he's not yet the Kronos that young me knows."
She raises an eyebrow. "Go, Kronos. Your kingdom awaits you."
"Meh," he mutters dismissively, "time is worthless in your presence."
Zeus face-palmed. "Really?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she replies. "Shoo."
The change in his expression is almost unnoticeable, but Poseidon and Rhea both see it. Poseidon realises that Kronos is lonely, being in Othrys alone. Othrys may be his Black Fortress, but it's massive for one being to stay in. The corridors are temperamental, and Kronos is used to the company of his siblings. To Kronos, at the time of this memory, Othrys is more of a gilded cage than a symbol of the freedom of the Titans. A gilded cage which he is tethered to. Compared to his previous freedom, it must seem incredibly weird for Kronos to have to stay somewhere. To not be able to sleep outside and watch the stars.
Raw emotions flit across Kronos' face, almost too fast to separate them, and then a cold anger appears, so quickly that Poseidon thinks he imagined it for a brief moment. Then he sees the horribly familiar rage in Kronos' eyes as he glares at the ground. Kronos is lonely, Poseidon muses. He's lonely and he's angry because he doesn't want to be lonely. But Rhea's just pushing him away.
Rhea doesn't say anything, but watches as his image dissolves away. Simba slinks out of the shade, rubbing his head against her leg. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, "but you've done this to yourself."
"So that's how it starts?" Percy asked. "How he started…"
"I suppose so," Demeter said. "It would be easy for that to become stronger. Him resenting his siblings… starting to withdraw into himself."
The morning brings a flurry of emotions with it. Sweet Chaos, Rhea had allowed Kronos to convince her with only a few words and the single action of taking his chiton off. Since when had she been so willing? She was a daughter of the very Earth and Sky!
Zeus nodded. "Exactly. You could have at least put up more of a challenge."
"Give her a rest, Zeus," Aphrodite said. "Obviously, they actually love each other. It's like the saddest love story in history."
And yet… she could feel the warmth emanating off Kronos as he lies besides her, his deep and steady breathing – he's still asleep. She knows he's not been sleeping well the past few years, maybe because she's not been there, or maybe simply because he can't. Either way, he's sleeping now, and Rhea takes full advantage of it.
She turns to face his back, rolling her eyes slightly at his position – he's undoubtedly got his left hand on the hilt of the dagger he keeps under his pillow. Rhea presses herself against him, both of them still utterly naked, and kisses the back of his neck.
He stirs, cracking open one molten eye. "What are you doing?" he asks sleepily.
"I like you better when you're asleep. You can't make smart-mouthed comments then."
Hades snorted. "Don't we all."
Kronos rolls over, almost squashing her beneath his bulk. "I like being awake around you," he says with a wry smile.
She lifts an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
He leans up towards her, their lips meeting for several all-encompassing seconds before he smirks. "Because then I can have excellent views."
Rhea sighs. "Why does my ass interest you that much?"
He tilts his head to the side, looking up at her. "Why wouldn't it?"
"That's not an answer," she says.
He kisses her. Eventually, Rhea pulls back. "Either tell me that, or why you didn't kill Hestia."
Kronos scowls and drops his head down. "Why must you ruin everything?" he huffs.
She raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" she stands. "Very well," she says, turning to face him and hiding her smile as his eyes widen. "Then I'll be going." She's sure that will get a reaction.
"It's not sure that's entirely a good idea," Annabeth said.
It's completely expected when his hand latches onto her arm, pulling her back onto the bed and flush against his body. "I didn't mean it like that," he murmurs, his mouth at her ear.
His teeth momentarily nibble at her earlobe, making her jerk away from him. "You know I don't like that."
He smiles wickedly. "Perhaps. But I like it."
"What did you mean then?" she asks, settling into his arms. She has to give him credit for being content to just lie there with her, which he knows she loves.
Kronos sighs. "I enjoy your ass because it's yours. As for the other question…" he nuzzles her neck, making her smile slightly, "You've succeeded very well at getting me into a good mood."
"That wasn't my intention," Rhea says dryly, "but it's certainly welcome."
"Let me show you," he murmurs. "Just don't get your hopes up. This – what happened last night, what you'll see – changes nothing. I still stand by my decision that they're better off dead."
"And here we go again," Thalia murmured.
Rhea frowns slightly. "Kronos-"
"As you've told me so often in the past, we're all entitled to our opinions."
"I know. But I hope you change yours," she says softly. "You were willing to try in the past. Until Hestia's explosion in the throne room. Why?"
Kronos stiffens. "Rhea, if I hadn't sensed a build-up of power in her fragile little body, I could have been burnt alive."
Hestia's eyes widened. "I didn't know that," she murmured.
Yes, Rhea thinks, she knows that. Kronos' divine form had sprung out, beating back the flames long enough for Hyperion to stop them. If it hadn't, then it's very likely that Kronos could have been burnt alive. He's not fire-proof. Rhea remembers how utterly terrified she'd been when she had glimpsed Kronos' expression. She'd requested Hestia back, afraid of what Kronos might do, and had taken the young immortal out of the throne room.
"I will not put the life of one child above the entirety of Othrys."
"Or your own life," Rhea adds.
He exhales, but doesn't disagree. "Do you want to know, or not? I'm content to stay here and not show you."
"You have to get up soon anyway," Rhea says.
Kronos snorts. "I'll get up when I want." He shifts, moving back from Rhea and rising from the bed. "But you have a point," he says. "I require a wash, as do you." He leans back against the door that leads through into a different room dedicated only to washing. "You can either join me, or go to your own room with those five brats."
"Those five brats," Rhea says pointedly, "are your children."
He just rolls his eyes. "Unfortunately for them, I enjoyed the process of making far more than the concept of caring." And with that, he disappears through the door, though he leaves it ajar.
"How kind of him," Hera muttered.
An open invitation for her to join him. But having sex once in a day is more than enough for Rhea, especially when it's with Kronos.
She's about to leave, having put on her chiton, when she sees the slight shimmer of light out of the corner of her eyes. On the table pushed against the wall there is a small emerald, reflecting fractals of light as the sun catches it. Inside the gem, gold – immortal blood – rests, the inside of the gem hollowed out.
"Ichor?" Hades asked. "What?"
What the Tartarus is Kronos doing in this room? She thinks warily. Ichor, and an emerald… Rhea brushes aside the parchment and scrolls covering the table. Instantly, she recognises the runes covering the marble top – Old Tongue, runes for concealing and one which Rhea, horrifyingly enough, doesn't recognise. Something to do with death, the rune disguised by dozens of scratches and another rune over the top – Kronos was mixing runes in the Old Tongue.
"And that's bad?" Annabeth asked. "What do runes in the Old Tongue look like anyway?"
The Old Tongue was created from a hundred or so runes, each of them corresponding with a certain word. It made the Old Tongue annoyingly long-winded to speak which was why the majority of the Titans preferred Ancient Greek, despite it being a mortal tongue. Writing the runes on something would imbue the object with the rune's meaning. So if Kronos engraved the rune for concealment on the table, there was something he wanted to keep hidden.
Rhea is tired with him keeping secrets from her.
She holds her hand over the rune, starting to speak the Old Tongue. Kronos clearing his throat interrupts her.
He raised an eyebrow, standing several dozen feet away from her and still gloriously – and gorgeously, not that Rhea would tell him that – naked. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks in vague amusement. "That is a terrible idea. Unless you enjoy the thought of death by various methods."
"What is it?"
"Mine," he says simply. "And if you're going to mess around with my stuff, then you can leave."
"You're mixing runes," Rhea accuses him.
He snorts. "How very perceptive of you, love. Yes, I'm mixing them. So what?" he crossed his arms expectantly.
"Hyperion exploded half the Fortress when he tried."
"Ah," Poseidon said. "That would explain why she's worried."
"He's Hyperion," Kronos points out. "Of course he'll explode something without even trying. I know what I'm doing."
"He doesn't think very highly of Hyperion," Percy muttered.
"Then enlighten me," Rhea says.
He smiles thinly. "I think not. That's private." Kronos moves to stand by her, wordlessly moving the parchment back over the runes. "I'm going to have to ask you to not tell anyone about this. It's imperative that no one hears of this."
"Tell me what 'this' is and I'll agree," Rhea states.
He tilts his head to the side. "It's a little something which I've been working on. Now go, you've pried into my business enough for the day."
She moves to the door, knowing that his good mood is gone.
"Rhea."
She turns back to look over her shoulder. "Yes?" she asks stiffly.
He's still looking down at the marble table, the yellowing parchments scattered over the top. "I'm not the foolish boy I once was, who you still think I am. I have grown – in body, mind and power – and am not him."
"He just doesn't want to be that boy again," Athena said evenly. "He's too attached to the power."
Rhea studies him, how he doesn't even look at her. In the past he'd have been willing to tell her – to tell her anything that was ailing him – but now she's losing him. He's slipping away from her, spiralling down into a dark pit, and she is helpless to stop him. Despite all her efforts at keeping him anchored, at latching onto him and pulling him back, he's still leaving her.
"I know," she murmurs, looking mournfully at him, hoping that despite everything, he can still love. She takes a breath, forcing cheerfulness into her voice when she continues. "And yet, you still can't stop staring at my ass."
She's certain she didn't imagine that twitch of his lips. Perhaps he isn't gone completely yet. Maybe she can bring the Kronos she loves back from the brink.
"Please do," Hestia said hopefully. "It would be very good if that was even possible."
Yes, that was Zeus being conceived. And what's Kronos planning?
On another topic, I've part way through a drawing of Kronos... I'm actually really surprised at how well it's going... it's sorta a scene that's not in any of my stories... but I've always been thinking about it. Who knows... when it's done I might persuade my friend Fates Moonlight Demon to put it on her deviantart... or maybe I'll start my own deviantart. Drawing is actually really fun when you can do it.