Hey, all! DeadShut here with another chapter. Things are starting to get more eerie not only in this story, but also in the real world as well, with all these enigmatic and similar UFO sightings popping up around the world suddenly...it's enough to get the mind racing. On a universal scale, we're specks of dust, but as time progresses and events unfold, we will come to realize that although we are small, we are capable of unimaginable feats. What matters is how we use these capabilities: will we use them to create, or to destroy? And, if there are others in our universe, which have they chosen to act upon?
Anyways, please enjoy this chapter. If you're attracted to the realism, or enjoy my strange and philisophical writing-style, check out my "Mario Realism" story, which is going to be updated with a second chapter. Furthermore, if you'd like some easy-reading, I happily invite you to come check out my FictionPress account (which is also called "DeadShut"), where I've posted many poems and short horror stories that I like to think are a unique collection of...experiments. And they are only the beginning, the first of a many. Ad Initium,
Haji, here. I was very pleased with this chapter. I was rather entertained, and it seems that perhaps DeadShut and I think along the same lines. I do certainly hope I can write the next chapter as well as DeadShut wrote this one.
Disclaimer: I'm sure not every douche bag in the world watches Two and a Half Men while being sucked off. (I thought it was a nice touch.) And we don't own Kingdom Hearts either.
Enjoy.
Christopher "Cloud" Strife was dragging on a cigarette, looking out across the street while the sun was calling it a fucking day and heading on down for the night, and thinking. Thinking about Namine. He must've seen the chick naked a thousand times, but he could never remember any details for fantasizing later. Not that he would want to fantasize anyways…not like that. Cloud knew how it was; he was the "bad guy", because he had to do some underground shit and work for the likes of Terra…but he rarely perceived himself to be bad. He never hurt anyone. He wasn't a thug, like the people he worked with were. He just needed fast money, and Terra was good at that.
But he also stayed because of her. Her. Namine. God, how Cloud wanted to take her far, far away from this sonofabitch's house, from this sonofabitch's city. Because Terra did own a lot of things in good ol' D.C. Cloud hated it. Terra did not deserve half of the things he owned, especially not Namine.
Cloud had never spoken to her directly, as he was almost completely incapable of doing so. Whenever she entered the same room he was in within Terra's shitty little house, he would blush furiously and start panicking about what he looked like and if how he looked was cool and if his hair was doing that spiky-thing that a lot of girls liked…But it didn't matter, because whenever he would see her, the girl would go directly to Terra and suck him off. Like Cloud wasn't even there.
Like he wasn't even there.
Cloud sighed and flicked his cigarette out onto Terra's lawn. It glowed in the wet grass for a moment, then died. He thought about Namine and shuddered. Why was it that assholes like Terra got the girl, while guys like Cloud had to sit and watch? Why was the girl he loved degrading herself in front of him on a regular basis? And why was Cloud the only one who seemed to actually appreciate Namine's existence?
He had confided to Ven that he liked the pretty little artist, and Ven misunderstood, going off on a joking spree that Cloud wanted to get into the pants of some "diseased whore". Furious and in retaliation, Cloud had hinted to Terra that Ven was thinking about stealing half of the coke they had rounded up, and ditching them to head for Chicago and start a little dealing enterprise of his own there. It was a lie, but Terra would have to eventually believe it, because Ven kept trying to score his own little share of coke off of Terra's customers or friends.
Ven was dead, now. Terra acted upon his suspicion and shot the fucker in the head. Cloud didn't care. Cloud was over it.
With the only person who knew of his infatuation with Namine out of the way, Cloud knew that now was the time to act. He had to get her out of here. Tonight. He had bought a couple of train tickets, and he was gonna head to Chicago. With her. He looked down at his wristwatch…nine o'clock.
He stood up and turned to open the front door as quietly as possible, but when the barrel of a stranger's gun pressed against the back of his head, he let out a low groan.
"Alright," he whispered. "Alright, you got me. Please, just hear me out about what's going on…"
"Shut up," said the stranger.
"No!" whispered another voice harshly. "The guy might have information that we can use before we go in. Tell me your name, son."
"Christopher," said Cloud, trembling in fright. "Are you the cops?"
"Somewhat," replied the other voice. "Do you have anything we can use against this guy?"
"Yes," said Cloud instantly. "Oh, yes…"
Terra was sitting on his couch watching Two and a Half Men and getting sucked off by Namine. Leon sat in the corner, watching them, a pop-up tent clearly visible through his baggy jeans.
Terra turned to him and smiled devilishly, "Whip it out, man. Just whip it out. I'll let you have a go at her in just a bit." He looked down at the girl between his legs and said, "Moan, honey." When she didn't, he pulled her forward, choking her. "I said moan."
She gave a low grunt. He slapped her ass in punishment. Tears ran down her eyes, and Terra threw his head back and laughed; those tears would make good lube.
He looked up to see Cloud come in, accompanied by two others, one of whom had a gun pointed at the back of his best cutter's head. Terra's mouth dropped open into a gape. Leon cried, "Holy shit!" and pulled out his own pistol, only to be shot in the torso by the other man. Leon fell off his chair and onto the floor, screaming in agony. The man stepped to him and covered his mouth with a piece of silver tape, afterwards putting his gun to Leon's head. Terra panicked, for he wasn't armed, unless you could count the limb between his legs as a weapon…which it could not be called even in a joking manner.
"The fuck is this shit?" cried Terra, throwing Namine off of him. She hit her head on the coffee table, and Cloud let out an indignant cry.
Neither of the two men spoke. They were burly, and each wore suits of dark green. They turned as a third uninvited guest made his way into the living room.
The third man smiled and said in a mannerly voice, "Terra Hopsfield. Very nice to meet you."
Terra smiled in recognition.
"Senator Mouse," he said. "Nice to meet you, too. What brings you to my humble abode? Not in a very political mood this evening?"
"Not in the slightest. More in the persuasive mood."
"And exactly what are you persuading me into?"
"Letting your obsession with Riku go."
Terra's smile fell into a sneer. "I cannot do that."
"Then," said Mick, helping himself to a seat on Terra's good chair. "We have a problem."
"I don't see how this concerns you," said Terra darkly. "You're a god forsaken Senator! You can't just come in and…and…"
Mick stood up instantly and pulled out a gun of his own, pressing it against Terra's forehead. Terra scowled. Mick scowled right back.
"If you think I'm wearing my political-hat tonight, you're dead fucking wrong," said Mick ominously. "American law is an idea. Right now, you and I are both outside of that idea in a situation of our own. If you want to bring American laws into this household, then I will happily call the police about your little coke operation, plus the fact that you have been forcing sexual activities onto this girl, here."
"How the fuck do you-?"
"-know this? Because I have my recourses," said Mick. He looked at Cloud. Cloud looked away, going pale.
Terra's mouth worked, but no words came out. Finally, he screamed, "You? Cloud, what the fuck is wrong with you? I'll kill you! You asshole! You fucking cock-holstering son of a-"
"Enough," growled Mick. "Christopher here is twice the man you'll ever be, Terra. If you ask me, he deserves this empire you've set yourself up with. And you? I think you deserve this poor girl's position." He indicated Namine, who flushed furiously.
One of Mick's boys let Cloud go gently. Cloud slowly walked over to Namine and helped her off the floor.
Mick told the two, "You two can leave now. Feel free to go wherever you please; Terra cannot hurt you anymore."
"Like hell I can't," spat the crime lord. He looked at Cloud and Namine as they walked towards the front door. "You fuckers have given me one hell of a problem, but it's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you. I'll be seeing you again. Soon. Real soon."
They hurried outside. Terra watched them go, nostrils flaring, face turning beet-colored. He turned to Mick.
"You've just cost me the best cutter around, and the best cock-sucker around. I hope you're happy, Senator."
Mick smiled delightfully and said, "Actually, I'm overjoyed to see two souls freed from your disgusting clutches."
"I have other guys, y'know. Big guys."
"Yeah? Well, I think my 'guys' can handle it. You and your friend here have already met Don and Goofy. They got you vulnerable remarkably quickly, wouldn't you say? They're the best of the best."
"Your fucking lapdogs."
"Which would make your bodyguards…what, exactly?
"Friends."
"Right," laughed Mick. "Right. That's a laugh, Terra."
"Are you gonna put me in jail?"
Mick strode towards the door where Cloud and Namine had just left through. Terra wanted to fucking kill the cocky bastard.
"No," said the Senator. "That would be horribly counterproductive. I want to use you as a tool. Consider yourself under my operations at destroying the Heartless gang."
Terra scoffed. "The Heartless? That's your game, Senator? Jesus, I'd figure a guy like you would have more going on for him. Young, politically-involved…you're a lot like me in some ways."
"I agree, actually, although our goals on the grand scheme of things differ incredibly. I wish to destroy the Heartless for I see them as a great threat to humanity, while you probably would want them destroyed only for your own personal gain. Well, it doesn't matter; you're going to help me get rid of 'em. Consider your entire operation under my employ."
"That's impossible," said Terra, bewildered. "I…uh…I don't own most of this empire, man."
Mick frowned. "The fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm…I just distribute what I'm given. I'm an employee myself."
"For who?"
"Someone."
Silence. Mick just stared at Terra, mind racing furiously. Leon, who was still on the ground, had stopped thrashing and was looking at Terra with a mixture of shock and betrayal; he had thought he was employed by the Biggest of the Big. But Terra had been working for someone else the entire time? Who?
Then, Mick said, "I don't care, anyways. You're done working for whoever it is. Get your guys, get your, uh, 'products', and haul ass back to New York. We gotta deal?"
"Fuck no!" cried Terra indignantly. He stood up. Don and Goofy turned their guns onto him, faces devoid of any emotion. He stood his ground and continued, "What the fuck do I get in return? Why do I have to just give and go?"
"Because," replied Mick, teeth clenched. "If you don't, my 'boys' here will beat you fucking senseless and leave you to die here in this shitty little house. Rest assured, if you were to join me, you would be given a nice penthouse in the city, and I will allow you to freely distribute your narcotics to any customers you may have in that area…for the time being. You will, however, risk your life and the lives of your employees to help me drag out the Heartless leader and end his entire regime. If not, I'll do worse than kill you. I'll strip you of any authority and put you out on the fucking streets, Terra. You'll be taking it up the ass for a Big Mac every night. That'll be your game."
"Looks like I don't have much of a choice, then," snarled Terra.
"You don't. Oh, and once I leave, don't you dare try to order a hit on me. That would be a foolish thing to do, Terra."
"What's stoppin' me, Senator? What would stop me from gettin' a guy to putting a bullet into your skull?"
Mick gave another poisonous grin.
"Well," he said. "The fact that your name is typed into the 'Top Most Wanted' folder right at the moment is a good reason to do what I say, isn't it? All Don or Goofy here would have to do is press 'Enter', and everyone would be looking for your ass in order to get a hefty sum of cash from my office personally. Do you know any 'friends' of yours who wouldn't turn your sorry ass in for a hundred thousand bucks?"
Terra's mouth dropped open and he clenched his fists.
Mick continued, "Keep in mind that I do not need you, Terra. You're disposable to me. But it would be a nice benefit to have you working with me. Don't try anything funny, because you're not so super-valuable that I'd hesitate to blow your damn head off. Let's go, gentlemen."
The Senator and his bodyguards left the household, and Terra and Leon looked at each other in amazement. The screwers had just gotten themselves screwed.
The Keyblade shook violently like a Tasered criminal, and Sora was forced to drop it onto the marble floor of the file room. The baton began to glow and rotate like a spin-the-bottle game. A single folder from one of the filing cabinets came flying over and attached itself to the blade of the weapon. The Keyblade stopped vibrating, and the trio stared at it, stunned.
"Open it," Kairi whispered. Sora nodded, bent down, and picked the folder up. It was bulked with various papers. His hands trembled as he pulled out the folder's contents and put them on the table.
The front page on this stack of papers was a white sheet of paper with a black emblem on it: an emblem that looked to Sora like a heart made out of two crossing axes. Underneath this logo were the words: Ad Initium. Sora frowned and handed the sheet of paper to Riku, who looked at it with a troubled expression.
"Mean anything to you?" asked Sora. Riku shook his head. Sora divided the stack of papers up in three, uneven ways, and passed them to his friends. They all began to look through.
"My God," croaked Riku. "We need to pocket all of this."
Sora agreed. Inside this stack of papers were pictures of humanoid creatures that looked like horribly distorted humans shaking hands with President Truman. They were much taller and skinnier, with smaller heads and beady eyes. The photograph was no product of any sort of image-editor out there; it was legitimate. And it frightened Sora. Another photograph showed a picture of the Keyblade. The next page was a "Wanted"-poster with a man named Doctor Viktor Vanitas. Underneath was a description, saying, "As a Russian spy, Dr. Vanitas has stolen military secrets and is responsible for the deaths of innocent soldiers at…" the rest being faded away from being so old. A smaller picture showed Vanitas wearing a strange mask, with the heart-shape emblazoned on it. Sora pocketed these two pages, when the door opened. Amber stood there, arms crossed impatiently.
"Times not up yet," Riku reminded her.
"I don't care," she said. "Do you know who's coming here? The President of the United States. If people came in here and saw you three fuckin' around, my ass would be grass. Hit the road."
"Oh, fuck you!" roared Riku.
"Nothin' I can do about it, hon," said Amber, pouting. "Now come on. I'm off work now, anyways. We'll leave together." Her eyes rested on Sora and moved up and down his body. Sora swallowed a lump in his throat.
They walked out of the Library of Congress, and out into the night. It was getting a bit chilly. The trio spotted the red CTS, and headed for it. Sora was caught by Amber's long-fingered hands that dug into him like spears.
"Where do you think you're goin', honey?" she whispered into his ear. Panic fluttered in his chest.
"Uh…with my friends," he replied nervously.
"I'm your friend, now," she said and dragged him towards a roomy white van that was parked far away from the Library. Sora looked over his shoulder for help, but Riku was staring after him sadly while Kairi looked completely and utterly infuriated. Sora turned back around only to see the white van's back door opening, and feeling himself getting pushed inside.
The van reeked of incense and various perfumes. Amber hopped in next to him and closed to door behind her. Her face went in between his legs instantly, and she started to breathe and moan on his crotch. Sora felt his face grow hot, but closed his eyes and thought of Kairi as this incredibly unpleasant vulture had her way with him.
After a couple minutes of this, she looked up red-faced and said, "We're going to have lots of fun."
"Well," said Sora, teeth clenched with rage. "You are."
She laughed like a harpy and pulled down his pants. He didn't know what to expect and his mind was racing with possible outcomes, but none of them included her punching him in the balls. He yelped in shock and pain, clutching his aching groin, breathing in sharply with the agony. He felt her shadow over him, even in this darkness felt her presence, and soon she was biting on his shoulder with much force.
"My…God!" he yelled. "Arrrgh!"
"Shh, baby, shhh," she whispered into his ear. She laid him on his back, then bit into his gentiles. Sora screamed. This was how Amber had fun? Hurting people? Not snuggling on a bed, or kissing, or any of that? Just these painful, painful games of torture?
His jeans, which were rolled up by his ankles, were vibrating. Amber noticed.
"You carry a dildo around?" she breathed. He was dimly aware she was naked and pleasuring herself. "That's hot, babe. Maybe I won't stick it up your ass if you suck these tits like there's no tomorrow. Maybe I won't stick it up your ass if you don't scream when I do this…"
She bit down on his right nipple, bit down hard. Sora clenched his teeth.
Enough is enough! He thought angrily.
He grabbed the vibrating Keyblade and saw that it was hot with some hidden energy, much like it was when he had killed the man at Club Heartless. Sora looked at it, then looked at Amber-who was staring at the baton in glee, thinking it was a sex device-and pressed the side of it against her stomach. The smell of burning flesh filled the van, now, and Amber moaned in utter delight. He pushed her onto her back, and watched her pass out from the pain. He pulled up his pants, and made his way out of the van.
Riku and Kairi were leaning against the CTS, looking troubled. When they saw Sora wielding his alien weapon, they looked frightened.
"No worries," he said hastily. "I didn't kill her. Just knocked her out. Please, let's get the fuck out of here." He looked at Kairi. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to help. I didn't know."
Kairi hugged him tightly. He smiled.
Riku smiled, too.
"Let's get out of here. And, please, promise me we will never have to do that again. Any of us."
Roxas opened the swinging doors to the kitchen and into the smell of delicious-smelling Italian food. He saw Xigbar cooking up something in a white apron. The attire was so unlike the assassin that Roxas could hardly suppress a laugh. Xigbar turned and smiled.
"Get it out of your system, you little asshole," he said. Roxas laughed heartily. "The dining room is in the other room, through the door in the corner. Most people are there. Where's the girlfriend?"
"Getting dressed. She fucking loves it here."
"Don't we all."
Roxas followed Xigbar's directions and entered the dining room. It was incredible. The entire room was completely made out of stained glass. Multi-colored tiles of bright hues covered the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. There were no patterns or images; just random hues. Roxas assumed it was a symbolic way of showing the Organization was a Church, but a Church ready to preach something new, something never-before heard of in any religious structure. The dining table was long and made of wood, but was draped in a lovely violet tablecloth, complete with golden candles burning in the center. Glass plates, forks, and knives were set upon the table neatly. Fourteen seats had been arranged, and six of them were occupied. At the end of the table, farthest from the door, sat Xehanort. Axel sat close to the opposite side of his Superior. Zexion was sitting in his seat, located diagonally from Axel's, reading a thick book. Saix sat in the chair closest to Xehanort, and he, too, was reading a lengthy piece of literature. Lexaeus sat next to Zexion, looking impatiently at his empty plate, as if his growling stomach and fierce gaze would magically spawn food out of thin air. Larxene sat on the other side of Zexion, staring at him intently, a little smile playing on her soft lips. Lastly, Xaldin sat next to Saix, close to the Superior, face as blank as any bodyguard's could expected to be. At the sight of Roxas entering the room, Xehanort smiled widely.
"Ah, the Chaos Theorist arrives!" he called dramatically. "Please, sit anywhere. It was initially set up so that we were to sit in order based on our Organization-numbers, but I think it would be much more fun if we can choose to sit where we want. I adore sitting at the head of table, Roxas, you've no idea. I just love to see all my beautiful friends' faces."
Axel replied, although the Superior was not talking to him, "Beautiful faces? Sir, no offense, but have you seen Saix? He looks like fucking Two-Face."
Xehanort and Saix both burst into hearty laughter. Roxas joined in, and took a seat next to Axel.
"Perhaps," said Dr. Xehanort once his laughter had dried up and a sly grin was all that was left. "Axel here would like to tell you what these dinners are all about."
"Oh, of course, sir," said Axel in mock-kiss-assery. "See, Roxas, this is our monthly group-therapy session, which includes but is not limited to: Xigbar burning our ravioli like a douche bag, Zexion psychologically tormenting us to get a quick erection, Lexaeus eating all of the fucking food, Saix continuing the utter ass-raping of our brains by explaining the vastness of our universe, and Superior giving a lecture on world domination, which gives me a hard-on."
Zexion frowned disdainfully over his book and said, "I am not psychologically tormenting you, Axel. I'm merely educating you on the ways of the mind so you don't look like a complete dolt once we've reached Kingdom Hearts."
"I'll just shut the fuck up when I meet our fellow pioneers from other universes."
"You can't shut the fuck up now. What makes you think you'll shut up then?"
"Fair enough."
Roxas was crying with laughter. Axel smiled at him.
Five minutes later, and the rest of the Members came down from their rooms. The seats were completely filled, with the exception of two: one was for Lily, the other for another Member who Roxas had not met yet.
"Luxord," explained Axel. "Is off getting cash the dirty way: gambling. He's rarely here, and I've only seen him once or twice, but he contributes quite a bit. The fucking conformist asshole…"
The doors swung open again, and in came "Xion". Her black hair had been straightened, and she was wearing a black dress that seemed to match the Organization Member's robes. She looked absolutely stunning, like a little Gothic pixie, and Roxas stood up immediately in instinctive respect. Pete McLean had been quite a foe, but nothing McLean did made Roxas as intimidated as his girlfriend's appearance did right now.
"You look…" he began.
"Beautiful!" boomed Xehanort enthusiastically. "Brothers-and sister-meet our new guest: Xion! Isn't she just a wonderful creature? Let's give her a round of applause!"
The table did so, some Members clapping a little unenthusiastically, but it was enough to make Xion beam and blush as she took a seat next to Roxas. The rest of the table then erupted into conversation. Roxas turned to Xion and put an arm around her.
"…You do look beautiful," he whispered. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Get a fucking room," said Axel. Roxas and Xion laughed nervously; they were actually sharing a room now.
Xigbar came in with the food (which, much to general shock, was not burned as Axel had predicted based off of experience), and they all greedily consumed ravioli, garlic knots, garlic bread, and salad. As the rest of the Organization ate and frivolously conversed with one another, Roxas took the time to go back to this afternoon. When he had spotted McLean, dead and faceless, he had felt pity because the situation seemed to be that McLean was a corrupted child who had died a horrible death. Now, however, Roxas felt as though McLean was a corrupted man who had died a horrible death. And his hand was cut off by another man, who was now sharing a room with a woman in a facility run and organized by a group of men and women. High school was over for him, surely, and so was childhood. Roxas had never felt so mature in his entire life. He used to spend nights in his room at his parents' house, browsing the Internet and talking to his girlfriend over the phone. Now he had a career, a career in anarchy, and he was sharing a room with the woman he loved. Childhood was over, innocence gone, time to push forward and think maturely, like Zexion did…but that could sometimes be hard with Axel around. Didn't matter; even adults acted like idiots sometimes. Axel just did it more often than most others.
And with these new thoughts came the loosening of the bolted fears and depressions that had plagued Roxas' mind for so long. His mind felt reborn, like a new blank page of a seemingly filled notebook had been found.
When dinner was over, Xehanort stood up and clinked his glass.
"Alright, all! The time has come for you to be given your monthly assignments. You will report to Saix on a weekly basis, as usual, to give information on the progression of your assignments. If you do not complete your assignments, you will not move onto a new one, and you will continue to work on the one you fucked up until you get it right." He produced a stack of index cards from underneath his robes. "I will now read off your duties one-by-one.
"Saix; your assignment is, as always, to keep order within Oblivion Labs, and make sure you're up-to-date on everyone else's assignments. To the rest of you: when I am not here, Saix is in control. But I think you already know that.
"Xigbar; this month, you will need to attack the black market with the ferocity of a lion and the stealth of a panther. We need more shipments of weapons, preferably explosives.
"Xaldin; you're coming with me to assist on duties throughout the rest of the country. Nobody is to ask questions.
"Vexen; continue your research on this new discovery you've found regarding the Nobody Virus.
"Lexaeus; pay attention, now, because this is important. I need you to scope out possible locations to first release the Virus once it's been fully bred. You are to take your old camping supplies and play nomad, going from place to place. The scummier the town, the better.
"Zexion; you're going on a mission to Hawaii, starting tonight, so pack your things. This mission is also important. Many towns in Hawaii are impoverished, and crime rates have been higher than ever. With the recent development within the research of the Nobody Virus, I do believe you know your targets are pregnant women. Smuggle the Virus to Hawaii, infect perhaps five pregnant woman, and you will return to these women every month to check up on their behaviors and health patterns.
"Marluxia; I have a list of people I need you to kill. See me after dinner.
"Demyx; I need you to find Luxord, ASAP. I haven't seen him or heard from him in a very long time, and this concerns me. You are to start once we all leave the dining room. Do not return to the Labs until you have the gambler with you.
"Larxene; I could use some more information on Aqua, that friend of yours. She seems to be the ventriloquist to all the puppets of crime New York has ever seen in the past five years. Find out everything about her that you can. I will expect an impressive report once you've come back.
"Which leaves Roxas and Axel. This may sound risky you, but I think you can handle it; I want you two to run around New York City for five days and unleash hell upon it. I have made masks for you to wear, and if you follow the directions I will give you after dinner closely, you will not get caught. Axel, you are to attack Brooklyn and Queens; Roxas, your sole target is Manhattan. I want to see you on every news station, swinging those Keyblades around like no tomorrow.
"Xion; I am giving you the choice of either staying here in the Labs, which will mostly be unoccupied, or to accompany Zexion to Hawaii. I apologize for reuniting you with your beloved and then ripping you two apart again, but duty calls, and you cannot join Roxas in his chaotic expedition, for I fear it could be the death of you. Zexion's mission, however, is the least violent, and I think you'd enjoy Hawaii. I know that, since you are not an actual member of the Organization, this all must be very confusing for you, but you will find out what our goals are once they have been reached.
"Now; any questions?"
Unsurprisingly, there were none.
There is so much that I could do with this, but I do believe there were two important points that need addressing. I shall address them. And also, I need to write Chapter 33 of Krystahl. I'm stuck again, but not with the idea. I just need the right words...*Le Sigh*
Has a nice day, from the both of us. :)