"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing," ~Anais Nin
The blue haired girl kept her head bowed as she wove effortlessly through the crowd of tourists clogging the airport. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the straps of her backpack, and her skin there was numb. A pair of dark sunglasses rested over her eyes, hiding them from any possibly threatening onlooker. Her easily recognizable hair was tucked underneath her white and black hoodie with wings printed on the back, with the exception of her bright blue bangs, which was enough to give her away anyway. A white gauze pad had been replaced over the wound on her cheek, and the white ring of gauze on her forehead had also been changed. Her bangs masked it effectively enough, though, and it was invisible at first glance.
Two immobile white marbles rested in the pockets of her sweatshirt, still and silent. Her Baku-Colar was hidden underneath her sweatshirt sleeve, and the attribute pendant Mira had given her was tucked safely beneath her shirt. Her identity as a Brawler was concealed to the best of her ability, the surging amount of people around her was oblivious to her presence, and hopefully, she was invisible to the security cameras, too. She had already made it through security with no problem, and now she was making her way, silent and unnoticed, through the labyrinth of corridors toward her departure gate.
Runo lifted her head to gaze at the large sign at the top of the terminal, searching for Gate 21. The letters and numbers on the sign showed through the dark blue background with the help of white lighting, and Runo easily found her desired destination. The arrow beside it pointed forward, and Runo decided to proceed in that direction. Her plane would begin boarding in ten minutes, so she knew she had to get there quickly.
She arrived at the gate with a few minutes to spare, and after she looked around, she sank into a seat that stood in front of a large glass window. It made up the whole wall, and dulled the bright orange light of the rising sun. Runo removed her backpack, letting it fall against the seat to her left. She bowed her head, closing her stinging eyes, and forced the sadness down again as it threatened to engulf her. She was only able to sit for a few seconds, though, and soon found that the powerful wave of emotions too forceful for her to endure. She stood up again, swinging the backpack once more over her shoulder, and began to pace. The movement of her limbs seemed to be the only thing keeping her emotions at bay.
Runo had fallen asleep on the beach that evening for about two hours before waking up with stinging, puffy red eyes, and pale yet bruised arms with goosebumps everywhere. She had been so wracked with grief and exhaustion that she just cried herself to sleep right there on the sand, despite the salty sea breeze that had chilled her to her core. When she came to, she had been frozen, lost, and tormented. Tigrerra and Splight had been her only anchors. Their presence was the only thing that kept her sane. It had been Tigrerra's idea to get her away from the pressures of the events unfolding around her, but it was Runo that decided on the extreme measure of running away.
Runo had quickly returned to Marucho's house and, under the assurance that no one was in the room she shared with Julie, gathered her things. She made sure that she had her wallet, which contained a thousand dollars of emergency money, courtesy of her overprotective father. She had thrown together a few of her clean outfits and the gift that Mira had brought her, a cape not unlike her own, her laptop, and her diary. She had changed her clothes and tucked them into her backpack, and quickly left the house. She didn't care if Julie noticed she had taken her things, but guessed that she wouldn't. Runo had kept her backpack and clothes in the closet, hidden from sight.
She spent the rest of that evening in a motel with wi-fi, and she booked a last minute seven o'clock AM flight to Japan online. She told her parents that she would be coming home the next day over the phone, but refused to tell them why. In order to avoid that particular situation, she had just left a message on their answering machine. She received many messages in return that started with mild confusion, but now was beginning to border hysteria. Runo didn't care if they called her friends, because even if they did, they wouldn't be able to stop her. She'd be on board the plane in a few minutes anyway.
Runo now paced anxiously before the large window, her backpack occasionally thumping against her back. She kept her head bowed. She didn't trust herself to make eye contact with anyone. Runo knew she wouldn't be able to handle scrutiny right now, on top of everything else that was going on.
"Flight twenty one for Wardington, Japan, is now boarding," the smooth, feminine voice of the flight attendant announced over the loudspeaker. Runo slowed in her pacing with the intent of catching the end of her sentence. "First and business classes are now boarding." The flight attendant repeated the message in Japanese, and then in Spanish, and Runo continued to hold back the unrelenting waters of her heartache by resorting to movement.
Very few people rose from their seats to board the plane, Runo couldn't help but notice. Only about five people got to their feet, and she noticed the eerie desolation of the boarding area. Runo paused to make sure she was seeing correctly. Only about twenty more people remained seated, and all of them were gathering up their carry-on bags. One boy with messy, light brown hair had his head bowed as he searched for something in his bag, and he sat a few seats apart from everyone else. Runo guessed he was searching for his boarding pass. She clutched her own between the sweaty fingers of her right hand, and her fingers now tightened around it.
She wasn't aware that she had resumed her pacing until the flight attendant called out, "Second and third class are now boarding," and she twisted her ankle in surprise. She gasped, stumbling to the right, and right into a lean body that was set to catch her.
Runo felt warm fingers wrap around her arm as she leaned against this body, trying to regain her balance. A piece of paper brushed against her arm, but she quickly righted herself. Her head snapped up, her eyes thirty for a glimpse of her rescuer.
The first things she noticed were the steely navy eyes that sat in the center of his face. They burned into her own shielded emerald orbs despite the look of surprise etched upon his face. His tanned skin and masculine features registered next, along with his untidy light brown hair. His lips were slightly parted, adding to his startled expression. He was wearing a white jacket, but it was unzipped at his neck, revealing his turtleneck blue shirt. A black North Face backpack rested over his right shoulder.
Runo stared at him in surprise, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Before she knew what she was doing, she had taken a step back from him, keeping her head bowed in an effort to preserve the mystery of her identity. His arms lowered back to his sides, and Runo could see the boarding pass in his hand. He was wearing blue jeans, held up by a brown belt. Attached to the belt was a chain that reminded Runo of Dan's Resistance outfit, and the hysteria began to build up again.
"You okay?" he asked, concerned, and Runo felt something stir inside of her. He sounded familiar...
"Yeah. Thanks," she mumbled, and made to push past him toward the check-in line. Her left shoulder brushed against his, and his hand closed around her left wrist. She stopped abruptly, stiffening, at his warm, tender touch. He turned in her direction, but she refused to meet his gaze. Instead, she looked away and stared at the ground, irritation flying off her like sparks.
"Wait a minute, I know you," the teen sounded surprised and joyful. Runo's fists clenched. "You're hair kinda gives you away, Runo."
"Who are you?" Runo rasped, sounding dejected. She continued to avert her gaze, even when the boy took her other wrist in his hands and turned her toward him.
"Runo, come on, you remember me, don't you?" the boy asked her. Runo's jaw clenched and she started to pull her hands away, but the boy's grip on her tightened. "Come on, it's me."
"Lots of people go by "me"," Runo said icily. The boy seemed taken aback by her retort and blinked, but she didn't look up. "I don't know who you are. Let me go," she whispered hoarsely, pulling against him again, but he didn't relinquish his hold on her hands.
"Its me, Joe Brown," he said quietly, and she froze. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, but she didn't lift her head. Her throat constricted, and she felt her eyes burn again. Memories assaulted her of their war against Naga, and almost all of them contained the one that had impaled her heart with this poison-tipped stake. Joe noticed her silence and interpreted it as shock, and he chuckled. "Bet you didn't expect to see me here-"
"I'm sorry," she choked, ripping her hands from his grip. She pushed past him forcefully, startling him, and he stumbled to the side. Keeping her head tilted downward, she grimaced, and her tears slipped through her eyelids. Her white teeth showed as she gasped several deep breaths. She struggled to get a grip on her emotions as she stepped up to the check-in desk, holding out her boarding pass. Within seconds it had been scanned and handed back to her, and she wasted no time in hurrying into the corridor that connected the plane to the building. She didn't even linger long enough to hear the employee wish her a good flight.
She found her seat easily enough, but barely acknowledged that it was set apart from all of the other passengers. The plane was large, so most of the seats were unoccupied. Hers just happened to be six rows behind everyone else and three rows in front of the very back of the plane. Everyone else preferred to be as close to the front as possible.
She swung her backpack off of her back and placed it at her feet, then sank into the seat against the window. Her emotions were so riled up at the moment that the slightest confrontation on their behalf made Runo begin to bawl once more. Runo closed her eyes, slumping down as she felt the tears stab her. She had begun to get used to the feeling of painful saltwater spilling over her eyelids, but she never would adjust to the black void within her heart where Dan's love used to reside. She sniffed, removing her sunglasses to wipe her eyes. She grimaced as the light burned her, even though the window shade was closed in her seat. Runo quickly ran her sweatshirt sleeve over her puffy, irritated eyes, and forced the glasses back onto her face.
Tigrerra and Splight rolled out of Runo's sweatshirt pocket and popped out of their balls. They looked up at her, taking in the crystal beads suspended beneath her chin. Tigrerra felt an intense wave of sadness and pity rise up inside of her at the sight of her good friend in such pain, especially because it was due to Runo's own actions. She longed to ease her despair in any way that she could, and the worst part about this situation for Tigrerra was that she couldn't do that. Even though she was no longer Runo's brawling partner, she felt as though, in some similar aspect, she had failed.
Splight watched his mistress with a gloomy air about himself. He, like Tigrerra, wanted nothing more than to console his partner. Seeing Runo put up with Dan's harsh words the way she was made him unbelievably angry at Dan, and the force of his anger shocked even himself. How could someone possibly crush the fragile, tender gift of love between their fingers the way Dan did? Where inside a person could such cruelty possibly be found? And even though Runo had assured him that Dan was one of the most gentle people you could meet when he wasn't fighting for the good of the innocent, Splight couldn't help but question Dan's true nature.
"Runo?" Runo didn't acknowledge the voice, nor the body that claimed the seat beside her. She continued to stare unseeingly at the seat in front of her. She didn't blink or swallow, or even change the quiet rhythm of her breathing.
Joe lifted a hand, wanting to place it on her shoulder to get her attention, but the memory of their recent encounter had not yet left his mind. He let his hand fall back to his lap and instead of pressing her for information, he just watched her for a moment. He observed the sparkling pearls of liquid course down her face from beneath her sunglasses, and realized that her cheeks were bright pink. The tears were caught in the bandage on her He detected a small movement upon her person and his eyes flicked to make sense of it. Her fingers had tightened into fists, and Joe nibbled on his lower lip.
"Runo, I'm sorry if I upset you," he said softly, not wanting to disturb her more than he already had. "What's wrong?" Runo pursed her lips and shook her head, making small noises in the back of her throat. Joe looked at her sympathetically, but worriedly. "Maybe I can help you?" She mumbled something in reply to that suggestion, but Joe didn't catch it. "I'm sorry?"
"No one can help me," she breathed. An announcement from the pilot came through the speakers throughout the plane, but neither Joe nor Runo payed attention. Joe did, however, take the opportunity to fasten his seatbelt, and because Runo wasn't moving, did the same for her. It was loose around her waist and he tightened it with ease, but received no response.
"Don't talk like that," Joe told her. "I promise I'll help you to the best of my ability, Runo."
"I don't believe you," she whispered after a moment of silence, and the plane lurched. Joe watched her silently, trying to think of some other way to persuade the miserable girl into confiding in him. The flight attendant got up in the middle of the isle then and started calling out about how to use the seat belts and what to do in case of an emergency landing. Joe only took his eyes off of Runo to glance at the flight attendant every so often, but Runo never lifted her puffy pink eyes. In fact, she never opened them.
By the time the flight attendant had finished her speech and taken her seat, the plane was ready and waiting at one end of the runway. Joe quickly shut off his cell phone and Kindle, then turned back to Runo. He opened his mouth to speak, but realized that the tears had stopped flowing down her cheeks. He closed his mouth, and his eyes picked up a small movement below her neck. That was when he perceived the rhythmic motion of her chest rising and falling gently. He blinked, and couldn't stop his hand.
He reached forward tentatively, and his fingers brushed the black plastic material. Runo didn't stir, and they hooked around them. He gently pulled, and they came off, revealing that Runo's eyes were closed. He looked at her for a moment, taking in the dark circles beneath her eyes and the red rims on her eyelids. He sighed, closing his eyes, as he folded the glasses in his lap.
The plane took off within the next few moments, and when the plane reached 10000 feet, Joe once again took out his Kindle, and his iPod. As he nested the earbuds in his ears, he glanced down at Runo's lap, where her hands rested. It was then that he noticed Tigrerra and Splight peering up at him, and his finger paused just above the "Play" button on his iPod. He stared at them for a moment, narrowing his eyes in confusion.
"My goodness, is that really you, Joe?" Tigrerra exclaimed, looking up at him. Joe blinked, then his face brightened.
"Tigrerra! Oh wow, this is amazing!" he marveled despite the irritating pressure control of the cabin. "I never thought that I'd see you again!"
"And I as well, Joe," Tigrerra greeted. Joe reached his hands toward Runo's lap, inviting the two Bakugan to jump into them, and they did. He raised his hands up in front of him and smiled at the two of them.
"So who's this?" Joe asked, referring to Splight. Splight shifted in his hand.
"My name is Haos Splight. I am Runo's current guardian Bakugan," Splight nodded to Joe respectfully. Joe blinked at him, but smiled in response.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Joe Brown. I'm a member of the original Bakugan Battle Brawlers," he grinned. A moment later his face fell. "Although, I guess I'm not considered to be one anymore."
"What do you mean?" Tigrerra questioned. "You've been a Brawler ever since Dan challenged you to a battle in that hospital." Joe smiled at her bitterly.
"Thank you for saying that, but I know it's not true. If I were truly a Brawler, I'm sure that I would have also been notified about Dan's disappearance." Tigrerra and Splight exchanged nervous glances.
"How did you-" Splight began to ask, but the flight attendant interrupted him.
"Would you like a beverage young man?" she asked. Joe glanced at her, taking in the large cart she was wheeling down the isle.
"Just a glass of Sprite, please."
"With or without ice?"
"With ice, please." The flight attendant quickly poured the drink on top of several ice cubes, then handed it to Joe. He smiled his thanks, and she grinned back at him. Then, she pushed the cart back into place in the back of the plane, and Joe turned back to the two Bakugan.
"I came out here to visit my father," he said. "My parents are divorced, and my mom lives in Wardington, but my father moved to Bayview. I only get to see him every few months, and I figured I'd come out now and give him a surprise. I went to see him last night, but the house was empty and he told me over the phone that he was in the middle of an investigation. I asked if he'd be home soon, and he told me that it was unlikely. He told me that Dan was missing and that his friends thought that he had been kidnapped, and I was a bit surprised."
"If you found out, then why didn't you go to the Headquarters for the Battle Brawlers?" Tigrerra questioned. Joe looked at her as he took a sip of his drink.
"I figured that if you guys hadn't decided to tell me in the first place, I wasn't welcome. Or there was a specific reason you were leaving me out. I didn't want to upset that."
"Joe, you're always welcome," Tigrerra told him, her arms twitching to illustrate her point. Joe sighed.
"Look, its not important okay? My dad told me I couldn't see him, so I decided to get the first flight back and surprise my mom. It wasn't that hard, but when I saw Runo so upset, I knew it had to do with Dan. I just wasn't sure exactly what, and I wanted to help. I think I made things worse..."
"No, you were doing the right thing," Tigrerra assured him. "Runo's just very... upset." Joe glanced over at the girl doubtfully. Her eyes were closed, her body had slumped over to one side, and her mouth was slightly open. Her cheeks were still damp from her tears, but the bandage on her cheek was still sticking to her face. Joe turned back to Tigrerra.
"Maybe you'd better fill me in?" he suggested. Splight and said Haos Bakugan exchanged nervous glances, but Joe kept a straight face. "Look at her. What happened to her face, first of all? And why is she so messed up?" After a few more minutes of questioning, the two Haos Bakugan gave in, and spent the next hour explaining to Joe, in detail, what happened ever since Drago returned from New Vestroia as the Perfect Dragonoid. By the time they had gotten to the point about the letter, Joe had to call for a new glass of Sprite because he was parched from all the times he interrupted the two Bakugan to clarify something. It took another five minutes to finish the tale, and when they fell silent, Joe watched the steady rise and fall of Runo's chest with a pitying expression on his face.
"I had no idea that Dan would do something like that to her," he said softly after a few minutes of silence. He sighed, shaking his head. "And she just yelled at Julie?"
"Worse than yelled," Splight sighed. "She was really nasty. She called her a freak..." Joe's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He stared at Splight in surprise, unable to believe this. Even though he and Runo had never been close, he knew that her friendship with Julie and Alice had been one of the most important things to her. Only her friendship with Dan and Tigrerra had topped it. The fact that she had gone and been downright nasty must mean that Dan hurt her more than he intended-or speculated.
"Runo said that?" Joe exclaimed softly, glancing back at the pale skinned, battered girl. She was still, and he sighed again.
No one continued the conversation, and after a few minutes, Joe replaced the earbuds in his ears.
He listened to Trans-Siberian Orchestra for about a half hour before falling asleep, losing himself in his own dreams.
"Anubias, what are you doing?" a pale, almost purple skinned teenager asked. Anubias looked up, peering through the shaggy bangs that hid most of his pale, human forehead, irritated that his thoughts had been interrupted. Standing before him was none other than his partner in crime and rival Bakugan brawler, Sellon. He couldn't help but feel sparks of annoyance springing to life inside him at her interruption. Did she have to bother him whenever he was thinking?
"What do you want, Sellon?" he grumbled, gloomy as usual. His piqued mood didn't deter her in the slightest.
"I was just coming to check up on you," she said in her slight british accent, resting one hand on her hip and shifting her weight to one foot. Anubias grunted in response, keeping his eyes locked on the drink he had his hand wrapped around. She was silent for a few moments, and Anubias's thoughts drifted to the battle he was looking forward to in about an hour. He would be facing none other than Marucho of the Bakugan Battle Brawlers, to prove his worth to Barodius against the top-ranked players. Anubias was currently ranked fourth, and Sellon was sixth, but Marucho, Shun, and Dan were the top three players. Of course, Anubias would be unable to battle Dan, and this idea irked him. He would only be able to reach second in the rankings, unless Dan miraculously returned to battle him in Bakugan Interspace.
Sellon pulled a chair out from under his table and gently lowered herself into it, and Anubias turned his head to the side. Their eyes met, his challenging stare boring into her chilly blue orbs. He only glanced at her accusingly for a moment before closing his eyes and lifting his straw to his lips.
When he set it down again, he purposely directed his gaze into the commons. They locked unconsciously on the spinning screens that rotated around the center of the commons, where he noticed his performance being displayed. He frowned at it for a moment before it flashed to feature Shun, outlined in green, who had previously proved his skill by defeating a tag team of brawlers while using none other than Pyrus Drago. Anubias had his eyes set on Shun next, and he had no intention of losing.
"Hey, did you hear about Joe's battle against Jack?"
"What do you mean, Sophie lost her battle against him?"
"Yeah!"
"Noah, what attribute do you brawl with?"
"I prefer Sub-Terra, to be honest."
"Sub-Terra? But Ventus is so much..."
"Why not Pyrus? You practically idolize Dan Kuso."
"I wouldn't say idolize..."
"Has Fabia woken up yet?" Until now, Anubias had been paying no attention to the jumbled voices that met his ears. Most of the murmurs that reached him had been discussing the brawls that were taking place every day. He had perked up a bit when he heard the name Jack, a young boy that had shown quite a bit of promise in the arena as an Aquos battler, but then zoned out again until his ears detected the name "Fabia".
He glanced around, as did Sellon, and it didn't take long for them to determine the origin of the murmured conversation. Standing beside the floating, rotating screens was none other than Shun Kazami himself, and Anubias sat up. He was contemplating confronting the teen, but that was when he realized that Shun was not alone. A young, light blue haired boy was standing beside him, dressed in a white and red shirt as well as maroon pants. Anubias quickly recognized him as Nethian, and was easily able to put a name to the face. Linus Claude.
"Yes, she has," Linus said quietly, and Shun, who had been looking up at the video being streamed to the screen, glanced at the Castle Knight in surprise. Anubias and Sellon exchanged glances.
"When did she wake up?" Shun questioned, keeping his voice down as he quickly glanced around for any eavesdroppers. Somehow, his sensitive ninja eyes failed to pick up Sellon and Anubias, both of whom quickly looked away when they noticed his perimeter check.
"Just a few hours ago. She's exhausted, though. You'd think she had a Prophet Dream," Linus murmured. Shun cocked his head at him.
"I know that Prophet Dreams basically let the one experiencing it see into the dreams of another person, but you guys weren't very clear about it," Shun replied, closing his eyes. The silence that followed was an invitation for Linus to begin explaining, and Linus took the opportunity.
"Prophet Dreams can be controlled if you are the one that tried to gain access to the mind of another person," Linus told him. "And most Nethian prophets are very adept at controlling them. They are very useful for gathering information. The only real downside to them is that it leaves you so exhausted you just need to sleep more."
"Interesting," was all Shun said in response. "So she's sleeping again?"
"Yes. And Rafe is watching her, with Paige." The two were silent for a few minutes, watching as the screens slowly rotated. Neither were paying attention to the announcements, though. There were many more important things on their minds.
"Marucho told me to tell you that they might need you technical skills to help them with some research," Shun muttered, opening his eyes slightly to look at Linus. He glanced at Shun, turning his body toward him. "It has to do with Vestal technology."
"Really?" Linus questioned. "Exactly what of it?"
"There was... a portal device created a long time ago," Shun tried to explain. "It opened a portal to another dimension if you threw it down, only it was black." Anubias and Sellon glanced at each other again. Linus was studying Shun curiosly, and Rubanoid popped out on Linus's shoulder. Hawktor and Taylean floated above Shun's shoulders, watching Rubanoid curiously.
"A few years ago, a few friends of ours were sucked into that portal. Spectra and Mira said that there was a possibility that they survived," Shun said shortly. "They traced the trail to a planet near Nethia, and even though it looks like life can be sustained there, they aren't sure. Plus, the portal is very unstable, and that's why it's black. They need help to stabilize it, and Marucho told me that your help might be needed." Linus turned his gaze from the steely-eyed ninja and redirected it to a group of young battlers, one of which had a spiky black hair and golden eyes. This boy had been studying Shun curiously, but quickly averted his eyes when Linus turned his way.
"I'll keep my ears open," Linus responded when he looked back at Shun. Shun nodded, and Linus took that as his dismissal. He turned and departed silently, leaving Shun alone in the center of the Interspace.
Anubias lifted his drink to his lips again, contemplating this new bit of information. His thoughts didn't last long before being interrupted. "The master has requested that we return to Displatis for a meeting just after your battle," Sellon said quietly, once Anubias had replaced his drink. She didn't take her eyes off Shun. "He requests your presence specifically."
"Why me?" he grumbled. Sellon stole her eyes away from Shun long enough for her to shoot him an irritated glance.
"You should be grateful that the master has taken a liking to you," Sellon told him, and Anubias suppressed a groan. He'd had enough of her philosophy for one day.
"Hmph."
"He probably thinks that you're a better battler than me. But I'll prove to him that's not true."
Make that a month.
"Whatever Sellon," Anubias growled, standing up. The legs of the chair scrapped harshly against the virtual floor of the Interspace, but Sellon didn't flinch. Anubias easily tossed his soda into a nearby garbage can, and turned around to find that Sellon hadn't moved.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he grumbled.
"Nothing that I can't afford to be late for," she replied smoothly. Anubias growled angrily at her irritating, higher-than-thou attitude, and strolled away from her with his fists clenched at his sides. She called out after him with a half hearted "Good luck!", but Anubias didn't turn around. She smirked.
"Oh, if only you'd stayed longer," she snickered. "You'd know who we have our sights set on next. But I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you, Anubias?"
GAH! THAT TOOK FOREVER! I am so tired right now I'm numb inside and I don't feel like writing (that happens if I get seriously sleep deprived and upset). Let's just say this week has been a bad week, and it's still not over yet... ugh... Oh well... tomorrow is a half day and the walkathon, what could go wrong? (says sarcastically)
Anyway, I am really sorry it took so long to update. The part in the beginning was hard, and the dialogue was the hardest. I'm not experienced with Runo's personality, nor Joe's, so things were a bit difficult... And then Anubias... well... he's just Anubias. He's hard to personify correctly, too... Hopefully later it'll get easier.
School is taking a toll on me. I have so little time to spend on writing... Instead I'm spending it studying. HIGH SCHOOL IS HARD! X_X And it doesn't help that I'm having boy issues either... AND I AM 13 YEARS OLD! Oh help... Things are not going at all how I planned they would. But that's high school for you. Spontaneous, stressful, and yet, so awesome...
I'm going to end my rant with a big apology. I AM SO SORRY! I will try to update faster, especially since it's been about a month since I last did update... Updates might be kinda sporadic from now on... I'm sorry...
But please, tell me how I'm doing...
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