A/N: Oh! I can't hold this gem from you any longer, I just can't!

This chapter holds one of the many scenes that I have been absolutely dying to write ever since I first thought them up, so much so that I completed this chapter before I completed chapter 11.

I hope you like it just as much as I do.

Scene 13:

Afternoon Encounter

June 1

Monday 2215

Once again, Tsuna found herself wandering to school the next morning, mind almost drowning in thoughts of what had happened to her desk. She'd barely spoken at supper, her mind realing with each possibility.

Was it the make of the ink?

Was it the material the ink was made from?

Was it something the ink had been exposed to?

The questions kept on piling up concerning everything where the ink was concerned. Soon enough, when Reborn finally decided to answer her questions, she'd be handing him a book full of them for him to answer.

If he would answer them at all.

She was walking through the school when three voices caught her interest.

"Look, it's Dame-Tsuna." One of them whispered just as she passed by their little group, she didn't bother pausing, in fact, she had to stop herself from hurrying her steps along until she rounded the corner, and it wasn't until then that she stopped, leaning against the wall as she continued to listen in on their conversation.

"Didn't she look kind of… worn out?" one of them asked, sounding surprisingly conserned.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't, haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?"

Tsuna was wondering that too.

She didn't like to involve herself in the rumour-mill of the school, they were mostly just rubbish, but she did want to know what they were saying about her.

"Well." Came the voice that had spoke when she walked past them. "Apparently, Mochida-sempai attacked her on her way home from school a few days ago." Well, it was rather obvious that they would know about that.

She'd always attracted attention she didn't want.

"Really?" another voice sounded sceptical. "I heard he raped her."

Tsuna couldn't help to roll her eyes at their words.

Raped?

Not on her life.

"Seriously?" a third voice piped in.

"Yes!"

"I have a friend in her class." The second voice spoke up. "And apparently, Dame-Tsuna had a nervous breahdown last Wednesday when she saw his face during P.E."

One of them let out a long sigh.

"Who knows what he did to her."

"That bastard!"

Tsuna found herself shocked at the exclamation.

"Guy's, this is Dame-Tsuna we're talking about."

"Are you saying she deserve to be raped?"

Again, Tsuna was shocked.

Was she really hearing this, it couldn't be true.

"No… I'm saying that-"

"It doesn't matter what you mean, and it doesn't matter who Mochida-sempai did it too. The fact that he touched a girl without her consent is despicable!"

"Tsuna has had enough shit thrown at her anyway, she doesn't need rapists after her as well."

"And now, Mochida-sempai is dating Sasagawa-Chan."

"Should we do something about it?"

"We will." The voice answered.

"I say we revoke Mochida-sempai's man priveleges!"

She couldn't keep listening any longer, and so, she quickly turned around and hurried down towards her homeroom. Mind absolutely reeling.

The minds of the students had changed quite a bit, it was too shocking for words.

Getting home from school that day, Tsuna was more or less emotionally exhausted.

Stepping in through the front door, almost throwing her bag to the floor as she went, she wanted little more than to take off her shoes and then retreat into her bedroom where she could fall onto her bed, sink into her sheets where she could clear her mind, allowing her emotions to finally recouperate after such a long day, but as her luck would have it, she couldn't have that.

"Tsuna-chan?" Nana called out as she stepped into the foyer, peeking her head through the door just as Tsuna bent down to undo the laces of her shoes. "Don't take your shoes off."

The words struck over Tsuna like a whip.

Stiffly, Tsuna raised her head to look up at her mother, much like one would look up at the face of the devil.

"Why…?" she asked slowly.

A piece of paper held between the index and middle-finger of a hand very much like Tsuna's own was stuck out through the door, the rest of Nana still very much within the kitchen, why that was, Tsuna didn't know.

"I need a few things for dinner." Nana answered, waving the piece of paper in the air, mockingly in Tsuna's eyes.

How she wished she had control over her power, then she could render that offending piece of trash to ashes with hopefully, a snap of her fingers.

"Mom…" Tsuna almost breathed as she raised herself up from the floor, her fingers twitching at the sides of her small body as she stared at the paper. "I just got back."

"Yes." Nana answered immediately. "And you're the one who still has her shoes on." She flicked the paper towards her daughter, who immediately caught it despite the wind resistance given to it, showing off just how many times the woman had flicked a paper before. "Now hop to it."

The paper crinkled in her hand as her fingers tightened around it.

Groaning, Tsuna threaded her arm through the straps of the bag she'd just allowed to drop to the floor, her back already turned towards her mother so that the woman wouldn't have to see just how exhausted Tsuna was, how little she wanted to leave the house.

"I'll be back in about an hour…" she said in stead, swallowing her growl.

And with that said, she was out the door, storming down the stairs and out the gate, allowing the growl to escape her once she was sure that she was several meters away from her own house.

Half-way towards the convenience store, Tsuna made the decision that she was going to endulge herself that afternoon, not even bothering to look at the list she'd been given until she'd passed through the automatic sliding doors.

She'd underestemated her mother.

That was the thought that ran through her head as she painstakingly shifted the three large paper bags in her arms, wondering what her moter would need all of those things for. Really, she could swear that most of the things weren't even for her mother.

She wouldn't be surprised if Reborn hadn't butted into the list, adding his own things.

And now, she'd added her own things to the list of things, and how she was seriously starting to berate herself for her earlier decision. She'd only walked for about five minutes, and she'd already started to feel the weight full at her now untrained arms.

She was wandering through the park, the only shortcut she knew of that would take her home during the shortest time. For the safe of her arms, she hoped that the trip really would take ten minutes less than usually.

Just as Tsuna was about to turn the corner around a concrete wall sealing in a very steap hill when a distinct set of voices reached her ears, freezing her blood in her veins.

"Not feeling so superior now, do we?" a gruff voice laughed, closely followed by another set of punches and kicks. Not many people would have heard it unless one really listened for it, but Tsuna was capable of picking up the small, almost unnoticable, gasps of pain that followed each one of those hits.

The sound alone would have been enough to throw Tsuna back to that moment in the alley, but there was something anchoring her mind back in reality.

It was Gokudera.

One would have thought that he was the one felivering the punches, but no, he was the one in the middle of th circle of delinquents, receiving punch, after punch, after kick. She stared at him as he just took everything, barely showing anything on his handsome face.

She couldn't leave him like that.

Despite how creepy he'd been with his almost consistant staring, he'd still been kind to her in his own way, and something like that, deserved to be rewarded.

Biting her bottom lip, Tsuna turned back to hide behind the concrete wall, eyes wandering around her surroundings until they landed on a bench not too far away from her.

Quickly, Tsuna rushed towards the bench, dropping her bags down as gently as she could despire the rush she was in. Once satisfied that the bags would not fall over, she rushed back to the corner, peeking around towards the group as she fished her gem out from her pocket, desperate fiddling with it searching for the right functions.

It had been a precation, something that she'd never believed she'd actually get to use, but here she were, opening the app and activating it as she stared at the laughing delinquents.

Suddenly, the sound of the police-department's sirens sounded through the air, the volume slowly rose, closing in on where the delinquents were standing.

"The fuzz!" one of the gang called out, sending the whole group into a frenzy, scurrying from the scene as quickly as possible, leaving their beaten victim on the ground.

Shocked, the transfer student looked around in search of the sound, clutching at a spot on his left forearm as he painstakingly lifted himself off of the ground, obviously planning on running away as well.

Only, the sirens suddenly cut off.

"It worked." A small voice spoke up from around the corner of the concrete wall, Gokudera watched in shock as that fragile girl stepped out from around the corner, gem firmly clutched within her fingers as she slowly made her way towards him. "Are you alright?"

She sounded genuine, she sounded actually worried, and that only made the young man all the more angry with her.

"What are you doing here?" he almost growled as she grouched down in front of him, wide eyes wandering over his beat up body.

He did not like being seen like this.

She didn't seem at all put off at his angry response.

"Grocery run." She answered quickly, voice quiet as she carefully leaned over towards him, he carefully leaned away, looking back at her in a mix of caution and anger, though to him, it was funny how she seemed to keep her eyes firmly trained on his obvious injuries, never allowing her gaze to wander anywhere private.

It was strange to him.

"You're bleeding." Her voice came out once again, knocking him out of his thoughts.

Gokudera found himself rolling his eyes at her wide "worried" eyes, fingers clenching around the cut on his upper left bisep.

"I noticed that you idiot." He growled, glaring at her. "That's what happens when you're slashed by a knife."

The look he got as a response was quite a surprise.

All worry suddenly wiped off of the girl's half-hidde doll-like features, morphing into something that looked very out of place on her face. Before he knew what hit him, she had given him a deadpanned look that spoke so very, very clearly:

"You don't say?"

It only remained for a few seconds before her expression returned to worry, so quickly in fact that Gokudera had to wonder if he'd imagined the brief apparent break from her character.

A small hand closing around his wrist snapped him out of his thoughts once again.

"We need to get that treated." The girl said, rising up from the ground, dragging him along with her, both up from the asphalt but also back from where she'd stepped out from, rounding the corner and straight over to a bench where three large bags sat rather haphazardly. There, the tiny girl shoved him down next to the groceries.

He didn't have the time to do or say anything as the doll started to digg through her bag.

"Take off your shirt." She ordered.

Ordered. She actually ordered him to do something, not one quiver in her voice as he'd heard as an almost permanent feature in her tone.

"What?" was as much as Gokudera could respond with.

"Just the outer one will do." She kept talking, still with that stable tone that was really starting to grate on his nerves. He would have started talking again had be not seen just what it was that the girl was pulling out of her bag.

A first-aid kit.

Why would she have a first-aid kit with her on a grocery run?

Sighing, Gokudera released his hand from his red hoodie, biting down on his tung to keep himself from grunting in pain as he peeled the garment from his battered body, balling it up into his lap, the question as to how the girl knew that he was wearing something under the hoodie playing in his head.

He tried to not look at her as the girl worked, smearing paste over the bruises forming over his skin, cleaning the slash on his bisep with her handkerchief that she'd dampened at the water fountain not too far away from them. He sat there for several minutes, subjecting himself to the surprisingly careful and gentle touches of the girl's tiny hands waiting for the moment where she would finally, finally, she apply that thin strip of thick, store-bought bio-fabric over the slash, the strip that she'd already set aside.

"You're surprisingly used to this." He commented as she sprayed the slash with a disinfecrant that doubled as a coegelant aid.

"Of course you would be." The girl scoffed, inspecting the slash, dabbing away the access spray from the surrounding skin. "You don't know me." He finally looked to her as she removed the handkerchief, lifting the strip of bio-fabric and gently applied it over the now furiously tingling wound. "There." She whispered, brushing her fingers over the strange bulge on his bisep. "That should do it."

As the girl stuffed her first-aid kit back into her bag, Gokudera studied the work she'd done.

It was good work.

Really good work.

He could have never done anything as good as she'd just done in what could have been just over ten minutes. Deffinately not on his own.

He watched as the girl stood up again, wandering back to the water fountain fitted into the concrete wall.

After a moment of thought, he followed her.

"Alright…" he spoke up, staring at the girl's small back, watching as she stiffened, spinning around to face him with a small amount of fear in her eyes.

Now that he had been treated, whatever had possessed the girl was obviously gone.

Tsuna watched as the anger seeped into the young man's face, wringing the handkerchief between her hands before she hastely stuffed it into her bag, waiting for the young man to start talking again.

Only when he did, she wished he hadn't.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, stepping up to her and looking her dead in the eyes, face twisted in fury.

The question caught her off guard.

"I'm sorry?" she asked right back, tilting her head in obvious confusion.

This only seemed to anger him even more.

Growling, Gokudera brought up his hands, twisting his long fingers into his bright silver hair and ruffled it violently, sending shining tendrils flying all over the place.

Finally, he locked eyes with her again.

"I'm asking you what you thought you'd get out of me by doing this!"

The shove had been sudden, Tsuna hadn't had the time to brace herself before she suddenly found her back crashing into the concrete wall behind her, Gokudera's hands landing on either side of her head, locking her in. his olive-green eyes glared down at her, making use of his superiror height.

Not that that was a hard feat to accomplish.

"Did you expect me to declare my lifelong loyalty to you?" Gokudera rolled his eyes at the apparent stupidity of his own words, silently clarifying that his layalty was something that he himself considdered, hard earned. "Did you think that you've be able to score a favor from me?" his eyes narrowed suddenly as he kept them pinned on her. "Of better yet…" the corner of his mout twitched into a small, half-hearted smirk, and suddenly…

He leaned in.

"What are you-?" Tsuna was cut short when she felt something soft and featherlight touch her neck.

The feel of his lips against one of the most tender parts of her already sensitive skin sent a wave of shock through her body, freezing her in place.

He was kissing her neck…

Why was he kissing her neck!?

Gokudera's mouth parted from her skin, although he still kept his face hovering close enough for her to feel every single individual breath that escaped him, brushing over her, sending shivers running down her spine.

She could feel her own breath coming out in laboured huffs.

She had never been this close to a member of the opposite gender before, one that wasn't her father that is, and deffinately not like this.

Gokudera's naturally gravely voice came out as barely more than a whisper, successfully forcing Tsuna out of her stupor.

"Did you think that in doing what you did…" Tsuna felt his breaths moving up her neck, pressing another kiss at her jaw, his hand moving her hair from the side of her face as her own hands clenched against the concrete from the tingles flooding through her syster. His mouth now hovered against her ear. "That I would feel so indepted to you that I would take you to my bed if you asked for it?"

Tsuna's eyes widened, a gasp escaping from her lips as the meaning of the blunt statement finally sunk into her already frozen mind, as well as the realization as to why he had reached that conclution in the first place.

He was speaking from experience.

Just how many people had he encountered that wanted nothing more than a favor or two from him, or even just to share a night in his bed?

The thought disgusted Tsuna on so many levels.

Just how low had humanity sunk?

Gokudera however, must have taken her gasp as a form of confirmation of his theory as he immediately pulled away from her ear, in stead opting to hover just a few inches away from her face, a dark, humourless chuckle forcing itself trough his throat as he locked his eyes with hers once more.

For a moment, they just stared into each other's eyes, then Gokudera opened his mouth once again.

"I thought so."

Before Tsuna had the time to properly register what was happening, Gokudera had closed the distance between them and successfully sealed her lips with his, pressing her body even closer up against the concrete with his chest.

Shocked at the action, Tsuna's brain ceased to function for an embarassingly long time.

Here she was, pressed up against a concrete wall in the local park, having her first kiss stolen by the school's transfer student that had become one of the heart-throbs within seconds upon his arrival.

This couldn't be happening!

She didn't know exactly what finally snapped her out of the shock. Was it the feel of his muscled chest pressing into her front? No, that had only muddled her up even further… was it when his hands landed on her waist? Erm… no, but the burning sensation that spread through her body at the touch had been pretty close. If she had to pick one moment when she finally got her mind back, it would have to be when she felt something wet brushing against her bottom lip.

Oh no, he was NOT going to jam his tung down her throat.

NOT GONNA HAPPEN!

With as much strength as she could muster, Tsuna jammed her hands into Gokudera's surprisingly strong shoulders, only sparing one second to take note of how they felt under her palms before she violently shoved him away from her.

She must have been running on adrenalin because the next thing she knew, her fist collided with the side of his stupidly handsome face.

She was shocked when the punch actually sent him stumbling away from her.

This time, Tsuna wasn't the only one shocked as Gokudera turned back towards her, seeing her staring at her fist in shock as the tips of his fingers brushed over the fresh cut on his lip, eyes wide.

She wasn't going to lie, Tsuna doesn't lie, she did feel a sick sort of pleasure at the knowledge that she'd been the one to injure the part of his body he had just assaulted her with.

No way was she going to do something to those hands, that would be too much.

Gokudera's olive-green eyes were practically burning with fury as he looked at her, a thin stream of blood pumping out of the cut.

"What the hell, you BITCH!" He roared, returning his hands to the cut.

Fire roared through her veins as anger took over.

"That should be MY reaction!" Tsuna threw right back at him, forcing herself to keep calm as to not loose controll over the flames.

She would NOT let them rule her again.

Her words only seemed to anger Gokudera even more.

He scoffed, throwing his hand away as he stalked up again.

"You mean to tell me that you DIDN'T want that to happen!?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Tsuna shoved him away from her again, starting off back to the bench where she'd left her shopping.

This… seemed to confuse Gokudera.

"What?" he asked, his voice now considderably lower than before, lower than she'd ever heard him speak, and the fact that he sounded so bewildered managed to help her calm down enough to answer him in a much calmed manner than before.

"Look…" she started, taking a deep breath before she willed herself to continue. "I understand that you may have been through situations where someone have wanted what you just did to me, but I am not one of them." She turned back around, fishing up one of the three large paper bags that had been waiting for her on the bench.

"You expect me to believe that!?" Gokudera screamed at her back.

Bag still in her arms, Tsuna rounded on the newest edition to her class, rolling her eyes as she did.

"Why wouldn't you believe that?"

Immitating a growling tiger, or at least Tsuna felt like he was doing that, Gokudera marched right up to Tsuna again, staring down at her. Only this time, there was a thick barrier between them in the form of a large paper back and the notable lack of a large concrete wall to push her up against.

"I am well aware that I am considdered to be very attractive in the eyes of most around me."

"Modest much…" Tsuna really couldn't help the comment from slipping out in the form of a breathy whisper.

Thankfully for her, it didn't seem like Gokudera caught it.

Rolling his eyes, Gokudera gestured to Tsuna's whole body. Thankfully, Tsuna noticed that he appeared to be more focused on her face than anything else.

"A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't have any qualms about using any form of means to get to be with me at least ones, as it had happened on more than one occasion." He let out a long sigh, running his hand through his hair. "Our classmates are a clear example of this." He put his hands on his hips, turning just slightly away from her.

You'd think that Tsuna would have argued with his reasoning, but she was well aware of the actions the majority of her female classmates had taken to try and grab Gokudera's attention over the last few days alone.

At least, the actions of the girls that were well aware of their sexual appeal.

Deliberately falling in front of him to try and get him to catch them (never worked). Furiously batting their eyelashes to try and catch his attention (did indeed work in him asking them if their mascara was too heavy for them to keep their eyelids open). Or simply walking right up to his desk and talk to him (the glare they would then receive served to shut them up).

However, that was not what had caught Tsuna's attention.

"You think I'm beautiful?" her question came out as little more than a whisper, staring up at Gokudera in barely contained bewilderment.

Gokudera's eyebrows furrowed.

"You don't?"

Tsuna let out a sigh, picking up the second bag from the bench, manouvering the first one to get a better hold of the other.

"I'm comfortable with my appearance and body, I don't really care weather it's considdered beautiful or not." She glanced at Gokudera from the corner of her eyes as she contemplated how she was to get up the fird bag. "It's just that no one had ever really refered to me as such appart from my mother."

"No one?" the confusion was clear on Gokudera's voice.

"No."

Tsuna's attention had been locked onto the third bag. It had just been sitting there, mocking her with it's existance as it knew, it KNEW, that she wouldn't be able to pick it up.

Suddenly, another pair of hands reached out and grabbed that mocking piece of brown paper and lifted it up, forcing Tsuna to move her attention away from it.

There stood Gokudera, holding out the bag in front of him, waiting for Tsuna to take it from his hands.

"Then they must be blind."

It took an embarassingly long time before Tsuna got to moving her hands from under the other two bags, making enough room for the third one as she kept her eyes firmly locked onto Gokudera's face.

"You know…" she said, once she finally had all three bags securely in her arms. "If you don't want to be roped into sexual favors, you really shouldn't compliment people like that."

"If effects you?" Gokudera's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her.

"Who wouldn't be?" with that said, Tsuna turned and started off down the path she knew would lead her home, only she didn't get that far before she heard Gokudera calling after her.

"Hey!" he screamed, only she chose to ignore it, not wanting to know what she could possibly want this time. "You never did answer my question!" this did her pause, turning just a bit towards him. "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing." Tsuna sighed with a shake of her head.

"Yeah, I don't believe that." The growl was back in Gale's voice, his hands jammed into his pockets as he glared at her.

"Believe what you will, but I still won't ask anything from you." And with that said, she turned back around and kept on walking, this time not stopping until she was at her front door.

Gokudera remained standing there, staring after the curious girl as she disappeared down the road, carrying those ridiculously large bags of hers, messy hair barely bobbing in the gentle breeze as she disappeared from sight.

"What do you think?" a deep voice spoke up from his side.

Gokudera couldn't help but to scoff at the man's words.

"You're kidding right?" he asked, still staring at the disappearing figure, refusing to phusically acnowledge the presense of the man. "She'll die within hours!" this time however, his tone rang false, even to his own ears.

The man laughed at the obvious falsehood to his words.

"Don't be so quick to judge." The man chuckled. "Take some time to observe her."

Observe her.

He'd been doing little else than observing her for the past couple of days, and yet he still couldn't discover anything particularly interesting or even strong about the girl. He'd seen her interact with the people around her as cautoustly as possible and barely speaking at all. In fact, the most character he'd seen her express in all the time he'd known of her, had been in the past couple of minutes where she'd refused to take no for an answer.

She was stubborn at least.

"Fine…" Gokudera finally relented, still not looking at the man. "But this better be worth it."

The man laughed again, and Gokudera could imagine the man shaking his head.

"I wouldn't have summoned you, if it wasn't." with that said, Gokudera could feel the presence vanish from his side, and when he actually turned to look, he was correct to find that he was now standing alone in the park.

Sighing, Gokudera stuffed his hands into his pockets, shaking his head of all thoughts of the strange doll-like girl, only it didn't work.

He could still feel his mouth tingling from when it had been connected with hers, and he couldn't for the life of him understand why. The only thing that tingled more than his mouth was the bruise he knew for a fact was already forming on his face from where she'd hit him, the memory of her shocked face at her own action already semi-permanently etched into his mind.

She said she wouldn't ask anything of him.

The thought of that made him scoff.

"She's one hell of an actress." He whispered to himself as he started off on his own road towards the appartment he'd bought for his stay in Namimori. "I'll give her that."

Stepping into the house carrying the heavy bags, Tsuna was thankfully relieved of most of the weight when her mother rushed into the room.

"Tsuna-chan!?" Nana called out, immediately running up to grab two of the bags from Tsuna's arms, though she still kept talking to her as she moved them towards the kitchen. "Where have you been?"

Tsuna clutched at the bag as she rather clumsily manouvered herself through the doorway.

"I ran into a classmate on the way back." She answered her mother as she sat down the bag on the counter with a relieved groan.

"Oh, alright then." Nana answered, blinking in brief bewilderment at her daughter's answer.

She'd been kept back because she'd met a classmate, and she didn't have one bruise on her and not showing any sign of pain asside from her exhaustion from carrying three heavy bags for quite a long while. It was new.

Quickly, she pulled herself from these thoughts.

"Did Reboyama-sensei find you?" she asked, hands already moving to unpack the bags.

This gave Tsuna a moment of pause.

"No…" she answered slowly, giving her mother a questioning look.

This made Nana frown.

"That's odd…" she mumbled, removing a carton of eggs from the bag she was working through, checking it's contents before setting it down on the counter. "When you weren't home when you said you'd be, I sent out Reboyama-sensei to fetch you."

Tsuna frowned at this, an almost identical expression to that of her mothers.

If the man had went out to look for her, why hadn't he?

Turns out, the man would return to the house first after the two women had already packed away everything that Tsuna had bought, but the second he'd stepped in through the doors, he'd given Tsuna a secretive little smirk before disappearing up towards his own room, having already taken off his shoes by the time the two women stepped out of the kitchen.

Now this annoyed Tsuna more than she was willing to admit.

The teacher had just done what she had wanted to do when she'd gotten home from school but soon found that her mother had other plans for her. She'd gone out to carry heavy bags, save a classmate from beaing beaten up only to find that he was less than grateful, not to mention having her first kiss stolen.

Her mouth tingled of the memory, the sight of Gokudera's face so close to her own, the smell of his cologne, all little details that were now permanently etched into her mind.

One never forgets one's first kiss, and hers had now been stolen.

"Tsuna-chan?" Nana asked from her side. "What's wrong?"

Tsuna turned to look at her mother, for once in her life, actually tempted to tell her exactly what had happened while she was out, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. While it may not have been a memory she'd been planning to make that night, it was one that she'd been preparing herself for one way or the other for quite a long time.

"Nothing." She answered simply, walking back to the counter to pick up her own bag of things, finding the significantly lighter load to be quite blissful as she began the journey up the stairs, well aware of her mothers eyes trailing behind her.

Once again, she was leaving her mother with a list of questions in her wake, but Tsuna knew for certain, that it wouldn't be the last time.

A/N: And there you have it, the work that has been done long before the last one was, and also the chapter that I had been looking forwart to writing for a long, long time.

Again, I ask of you to leave your thoughts concerning this chapter, not just one-word comments but actual thoughts. And please, for the love of everything good in this universe, do not leave comments on my spelling or type-o's, I am already well aware that there are such things in here, and I will deal with them when the entire fic is finished, a time when I hopefully have a computer with a writing program sporting an actually functioning spell-check system.

I know you probably think you're helping me by pointing out all the errors but they just put me down from writing in general, so please do not mention something that I have already said I think two chapters now, I should not have to repeat myself at the end of every single chapter.

I love you humans, I do, but one can only stomach comments on spell-check so many times before they almost throw their phones into the wall.

I will be back with the next chapter whenever I can.

This has been:

A message from her Ladyship.