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Chapter Fourteen: Surpass the You of Yesterday:
Aizen yawned and closed the book he was reading as the first rays of light shot into the room and blinded him. He stretched, trying not to make too much noise as the bean bag he was seated on rustled and crinkled under his weight.
He rubbed his eyes and put the book back in his bag beside him and ran a hand through his hair before looking at the two sleeping bodies in front of him.
Ichigo was laid facing him, buried under the covers of the futon and his head buried in his pillow. Aizen sighed inwardly; the berry looked so calm in his sleep.
Being so enthralled in the sleeping face of the man he loved, Aizen didn't even realise that the young Quincy had woken that was until the point of an arrow was lined up with the side of his head at least.
Aizen looked at him from the corner of his eye, "Ishida-kun... Your father did warn me that you would try to shot me on sight."
"Is that so? Then why risk it and stay here?" he asked calmly, his glasses glinting dangerously in the early morning light.
"Because I wanted to see Ichigo. The Head Captain permitted me to leave Seireitei and come here. And Urahara, Isshin and Ryuken have had no issue with my presence. I assure you... I mean Ichigo no harm. I simply want to try and help him."
Ishida glared at him before releasing his Quincy bow and standing back, "I will be keeping a very close eye on you Aizen."
"As will Ichimaru and Hirako..." he said, "I was escorted here by the two of them. Yamamoto is no fool... He does not trust me and my trial is still scheduled."
"Trial?" a small voice asked.
Aizen was on his knees beside Ichigo in seconds, he leaned down and smiled softly, tipping his head as he saw those chestnut eyes slowly flicker open and look at him. His heart almost melting at the sight.
"Good morning Ichigo." He said quietly and reached out, ignoring Ishida's growl, as he brushed several strands of hair behind the young man's ear.
"S... Sousuke?" he asked as he blinked a couple of times to clear the sleep from his eyes, his cheeks flushed slightly as his hair was brushed, "What are you doing here?" he asked quietly.
"I wanted to see you... Byakuya rang Stark's phone but Urahara answered it... He explained everything." He swallowed, "I... I'm sorry."
Ichigo looked away for a moment and then sat up slowly, he yawned and stretched, pulling the covers around himself as the cold hit his body and made him shiver, "It's not your fault..." he said, "It is Tsukishima and Ginjo's fault."
The brunette nodded and knelt down beside him on the floor, "If there is anything I can do you need only tell me and I will do it without question. Even if you tell me to get out of your sight I will leave."
"I certainly don't want you to go." Ichigo smiled weakly and ran a hand through his tangled hair, "I was wondering how you were getting on in Seireitei... What were you saying about a trial?"
Aizen sighed and looked away for a moment and then looked back at him, "Upon your return to Soul Society I am to be trialled for my betrayal." He stated coolly.
Ichigo's eyes widened slightly and he gritted his teeth, looking away for a moment, "Well... You might be safe then. I have no powers anymore, I can't return." He said with a shrug.
"Nonsense, Ichigo, you will get your powers back." He said confidently, reaching out and cupping the back of his head; he pulled the berry towards him and snaked his arms around him and he embraced him.
Ishida gritted his teeth and pulled on his slippers and left the room to find his father and ask what the hell was going on. He grated his teeth as he walked and didn't look where he was going until he bumped into someone and fell.
He looked up at the person, almost ready to have a go at them but he froze when he saw the leader of the Vizards stood in front of him, "Hirako Shinji?"
"Ah the Quincy boy Ichigo is friends with." The blonde greeted and helped the spectacled man to his feet.
"Yeah... Ichigo's just woken up. Aizen's with him." He said with distaste.
Rolling his eyes the other nodded, "Yes he was rather insistent upon being there when he woke."
"Tch... I guess I'm not the only one who isn't too happy about that."
"Mm... But unfortunately we can't exactly stop him when the Head Captain permitted him to come here for the purpose of helping Ichigo." He huffed.
The two paused for a moment before Ishida ran a hand through his unbrushed hair, "Want some breakfast?"
"That would be great."
Ichigo stiffened in his embrace for a few moments before he relaxed and hugged him back. He closed his eyes and sighed gently as the familiar scent of his former lover clouded his senses and made his head swim. He was warm and comfy and before long Ichigo was dozing again. Aizen didn't mind at all, he had dreamt for days; weeks; months of holding Ichigo like this even just one more time.
He wasn't insensitive. He knew Ichigo had lost the man he loved. Stark had been good to him and they had been very much in love. Aizen would never try something on while Ichigo was in mourning for the Primera. He wasn't so cruel as to do that. No matter how much he longed to taste the strawberry, to feel his soft lips on his own and to feel his fingers running through his hair; his long slender legs wrapped around him in the throes of passion-
Aizen sighed inwardly; if he didn't stop thinking soon he was going to be sporting a rather painful hard-on. And he highly doubted that Ichigo would be overly impressed.
He stroked the back of his strawberry's head, closing his eyes as he felt the unkempt bangs of sunset coloured hair sliding through his fingertips. His lips twitched into a smile as he inhaled the scent of the strawberry in front of him.
Ichigo only slept for another half an hour, when he woke again he found himself comfortably snuggled up to Aizen who was reading a book with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.
"Sorry..." the berry mumbled sleepily as he sat back slowly, "I've been so tired since losing my powers... I guess I forgot what it was like being human. I could literally fall asleep on a washing line."
"It's alright Ichigo." The brunette smiled faintly, "You have been under a lot of stress lately. It is bound to tire you out."
"Heh... You're not kidding." He sat up and rubbed his eyes with a wide yawn, not really caring that he was straddled over Aizen's lap, he ran his hands through his tangled hair and then down his face as he woke himself up with a couple of light slaps to his cheeks.
Aizen smiled as he watched the blood rush to his cheeks in result of him slapping his skin, "This may seem like a stupid question but... How are you?" he asked softly.
He faltered for a moment and sighed, shivering slightly as he yawned again, "Mmm... Okay I guess. I just want to get my powers back and avenge Stark." He said quietly.
"I understand. Well... I will do whatever I can to try and help you regain your powers. Even if I have to give you my own reiatsu."
"Thanks... Urahara told me about your idea to get the Hogyuku from Tsukishima. That's why you came right? To baby-sit while the others go get him."
"No." He replied sternly but tenderly, "I came because I was worried about you and I wanted to see you."
He looked down as he felt an edge of guilt chill his stomach, "Sorry..." he mumbled quietly.
"It is alright." The brunette smiled gently, "You don't have to apologise to me, ever."
Ichigo smiled weakly and yawned again, slowly removing himself from the other's lap as he stood up, "Mmm... Hungry." He murmured and rubbed his eyes a final time before pulling a thick fluffy dressing gown on and a pair of slippers.
"I believe I can make you something up." Aizen replied as he picked himself up as gracefully as his cramped leg muscles would permit him to.
Ichigo's expression brightened at the prospect of breakfast and patted his stomach as it rumbled, "I'm gonna put on weight with all the yummy meals people keep making for me!" he grinned.
"Ha-ha! Then I will just have to make you work it off afterwards if you are going to complain."
"Nooooo!" he pouted, "I'll get indigestion!"
Aizen chuckled and slid to door open for him, "Maybe later then." He smiled.
"Maybe." He sniffed.
The two headed down the hallway together and entered the kitchen, they still for a moment when they saw Ishida and Hirako sat together at the breakfast bar eating omelettes.
"Morning Ichigo." Shinji waved to Ichigo as he swallowed a mouthful of food.
"Hirako..." the strawberry replied as he sat opposite him, "Feels like ages since I saw you."
"Aww ya miss me?"
"Tch don't put words in my mouth." Ichigo and Shinji grinned at each other for a moment.
"We'll be heading out with Urahara, Isshin, Ryuken, Gin and Ulquiorra shortly." Ishida said as he looked across at Ichigo.
"What about Grimmjow?" Aizen asked from his place at the stove where he was cooking something for himself and Ichigo.
"He's not going." Shinji said, "We decided to stick around.
"Ah. I see." There was mild irritation in his voice but he didn't press the issue.
"You don't have to stay and keep an eye on Sousuke you know." Ichigo said, surprising the brunette and the blonde.
Shinji swallowed his surprise, "Who says that is why we're staying?"
"The way you keep shooting Sousuke venomous looks when his back is turned."
Well hell...
Feeling slightly smug at how Ichigo had defended him, Aizen sat beside the berry and set a plate of pancakes in front of them and knives and forks. Adding sugar, jam, chocolate spread Ichigo tucked in gratefully.
"Mmm these are so good..." he murmured around a mouthful.
Aizen chuckled in amusement, "I'll be surprised if you don't end up being sick with all that sweet stuff laddened on them!"
"Ichigo has a very sweet tooth." Ishida smirked, "It's more of a surprise that he has his own teeth left!"
"Hey I'm not that bad!" Ichigo pouted and swallowed another mouthful, "Sugar makes me calmer!"
Aizen, Ishida and Shinji all shared a laugh at Ichigo's angry expression which was marred by the chocolate spread over his lips. The berry head soon realised this and went the same colour as a tomato as he hastily wiped the brown sugary substance off his lips.
When they finished laughing at Ichigo's expense they finished the rest of their breakfast in silence, until the door opened and Ulquiorra stepped inside; closely followed by Grimmjow.
The two Arrancar froze as they looked at their former master and the atmosphere instantly grew tense. The green eyed Arrancar showed no emotional response to his presence on his face but those who knew him well enough, like Grimmjow, could sense his anxiety.
Ulquiorra dropped his gaze and walked further into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice in silence. Grimmjow on the other hand leaned against a counter with his arms folded across his chest, his electric blue eyebrows were crinkled into a scowl which remained solely fixed upon the brunette at the table.
Ichigo swallowed and looked between them before he stood up and put his plate in the sink and gave it a quick wash before drying it and putting it away.
When he turned back the tension still hadn't faded and he felt his own niggling begin, anxiety settling in his gut like a second nature.
The silence was broken by Ulquiorra, "We will be leaving to search for the Hogyuku in ten minutes. I suggest you get ready to leave, Ishida-san, Hirako-san."
"Will do Ulquiorra; thanks for the heads up." Shinji said as he got to his feet and washed his plate and cutlery before he headed out with Ishida to get ready.
Ichigo watched them go before looking at Grimmjow who was still glaring at Aizen like he was about ready to tear him apart. Ulquior/ra rested a hand on Grimmjow's arm supportively before he headed out after the other two, giving a small bow of his head to Ichigo as he went.
The blueberry straightened up as the door closed and he looked at Ichigo, "You alright kid?"
"Yeah." He replied with a nod, "You?"
"Course. Why wouldn't I be?"
He hesitated, "Well... I thought you might have been a bit pissed that Szayel didn't get to come along. I reckon you are probably missing him as much as he is you." He smiled.
Grimmjow's jaw tensed at that, clearly that wasn't what he had expected Ichigo to say, "Yeah... It does kinda suck... But I'll call him later and see how he is." He added with a shrug.
"You should ask him to come." He pressed, "If there is one thing this whole thing has taught me is that... You should spend as much time with the one's you love as possible."
Grimmjow swallowed as he saw a glint of sadness in Ichigo's eyes and he felt his own guilt swell again, "Ichigo I'm-"
"If you apologise one more time I am going to kick you in the balls." Ichigo interrupted coolly, "It was not your fault. Just... Call Szayel and get him down here. You haven't seen each other since we left for Hueco Mundo."
"Alright." The blue haired panther agreed with a small smile, "But if you hear us shagging you have no one to blame but yourself." He added with a foxy smirk.
Visibly cringing, "Oh please! Grimmjow no! I have heard rumours about you two and how loud you both are..." he shuddered.
"Should have heard them in Las Noches..." Aizen muttered, "Especially that time you desecrated the meeting room... I believe Szayel's butt-cheeks accidently activated the intercom system throughout the whole palace... So everyone heard it in startlingly good definition."
The panther point blank ignored the brunette, but his cheeks did go a little pink in response, "But you're right... I'll call him once the others have gone. He gets kinda het up over the phone... For some reason he associates phone calls with bad news."
"Really? I would never have guessed that about him..." Ichigo frowned and poured some water into the kettle and flicked the switch.
"What do you mean?" he asked a little defensively.
Ichigo quickly held his hands up as a sign of peace, "Nothing bad! I just mean... He seems so confident about everything all the time it is simply surprising that something as simple as phone calls could have an effect like that on him..."
Grimmjow shrugged, no longer on edge now that his lover's honour wasn't being insulted, he sat down and munched on the sandwich he had made the night before and left in the fridge. He sat and continued to ignore Aizen the whole time.
"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked around a mouthful of cucumber and mayonnaise.
"Alright." Ichigo nodded slightly as he sat back down at the breakfast table while the kettle boiled.
"Really?" Grimmjow paused and raise his eyebrows at him suspiciously.
The strawberry frowned and looked at his hands, he sighed, "I'm doing better than I was. The thought of getting my powers back is pretty much what is fuelling me at the moment to be honest... I just want to get them back and kick Tsukishima, Ginjo and the other Fullbringer's asses."
Grinning, Grimmjow continued eating his sandwich. So long as Ichigo was speaking with hope he wouldn't worry too much about the younger man's mental state.
Ichigo stood up and went back over to the kettle when the water was boiled enough; he set up a cup for himself, "Anyone else?"
"Coffee, black, two sugars." Grimmjow replied
"Tea, dash of milk, two sugars please." Aizen added with a smile.
The berry nodded and pulled two other cups down and added the necessary ingredients, followed by the hot water. He added some sugar and mild to his and Aizen's drink before stirring and carrying the cups over to the table. He set them down and took his seat again.
Aizen took a sip and sighed, "Ah... Perfect." He smiled at the berry before catching Grimmjow's glare, "What? Am I not allowed to smile at him now Sexta?"
"I'm not your Sexta anymore Aizen." The panther growled dangerously, "And yeah you can smile at him all you like so long as you keep your hands to yourself and stop your eyes wandering."
Ichigo went a little red in the face, "Boys... Play nice please..."
"Indeed you are not the Sexta Espada anymore... But you still have that Number Six on your back..." Aizen smirked faintly, "And don't worry... I can be a gentleman. I am hardly likely to take advantage of someone who is in grief."
"Can I interrupt..." Ichigo waved a hand slightly.
"I only have the Number Six on my back because no one has figured out how the fuck to get rid of the ink yet! Harribel and Stark both covered their numbers with clothing or foundation because they didn't wanna be associated with your ruler ship anymore! And you a gentleman?! You kidnapped the Strawberry; you seduced him and made him fall in love with you! Then you tried to kill his dad and destroy Soul Society!"
"And you forced yourself on him in I remember correctly!"
Ichigo sat back as the heat rose in the kitchen and sipped his drink, he should have known it was going to turn out like this. The two idiots were testosterone fuelled tit-heads...
"Yeah I did! But I was a total dick back then! Mostly because of you and your stupid control issues!" Grimmjow retorted, his pupils narrowing to slits.
"You are going to blame me for you raping a young man?!" Aizen exclaimed in disbelief, "You have your own mind! You could have stopped yourself! You didn't need to fucking rape him just to get your point across damnit Grimmjow!"
"Well you never seemed to have an issue with it!"
'Well... This is becoming oddly personal...' Ichigo sighed and set his half full cup own on the table as he ran a hand through his hair.
"I didn't pin him down and force by dick up his ass!" Aizen yelled.
"You might as well of done!" The blue haired man snapped, slowly rising from his chair, "You gave him a fucking aphrodisiac the first night you had him!"
"That was because I knew he wouldn't be interested otherwise!"
"See you are even admitting it now!"
"Fuck you kitty-cat!" Aizen was also getting to his feet slowly now.
'Mmm... Aizen's speaking crudely... Must be serious..." Ichigo sighed again and folded his arms as he half watched them, half watched a bird fly past the window being chased by Yoruichi as the other's left.
"No I will not fuck 'it' because the metaphorical 'it' always used to be my ass!"
"Like I'd go there again! It was bad enough when you were my subordinate!"
"Say that again when I'm fucking wringing your neck!" Grimmjow bellowed as he sprang up like a cat and lunged over to the breakfast bar at Aizen, knocking Ichigo's cup of tea over right as the berry was preparing to pick it up and drink it.
Ichigo's eyes darkened slightly as he watched his cup of tea smash on the floor, the contents spilling out like a dilapidated river of milky brown. He sucked in a breath as Grimmjow attempted to strangle his former employer and looked around at the two.
So childish...
He stood up and walked over to the sink, grabbing a large pan and filling it with water. He turned towards them and hurled the water out of the pan at them, "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared, making them freeze mid-attempted murder as they were doused with cold water.
The two looked at each other for a moment before stepping apart and trying to look somewhat dignified despite the ruckus they had caused; Aizen smoothing his drenched hair back and Grimmjow brushing his shirt and jeans down.
Ichigo slammed the pan down on the counter and looked back at them, "If you can't stand to be in the same room together then that is fine! But I would appreciate it if you would kindly leave me out of your brawls when on a personal level! Yes Grimmjow and I had sex and it was mostly not consented to but he is no longer that jackass and since leaving your employment he has mellowed incredibly! I enjoy playing poker with him ever Saturday and training on Tuesday evenings and Thursday afternoons." He glared at them murderously, "And as for you Aizen Sousuke... You drugged me to have sex with me the first night I was your captive and manipulated my feelings! You are as bad as each other and your personalities clash! I have just lost the love of my life, my powers and two of my dearest friends! I do NOT need to listen to the two of you having a childish disagreement just because neither of you can pull your heads out of your backsides!"
He stalked past them and opened the kitchen door, "YOU can work together and clean up this mess!" He added with a growl before walking out and slamming the door behind him.
Aizen and Grimmjow stared at the spot where he had been stood; they had been well and truly dressed down by him. Damn.
The brunette and the bluenette shared a long look, whereupon they came to a very, very silent agreement to overlook each other's flaws and work on cleaning up the mess and setting things right with their mutual friend.
Ichigo went outside to try and walk off his anger at the two, he turned and scrambled onto the roof of the shop, he sat with his knees tucked against his chest and his arms rested on top of them.
He wondered what Stark's reaction would have been to seeing Grimmjow and Aizen argue like that. He paused and scoffed, how stupid of him... Stark would have taken one look at them and gone to sleep in the corner unless hit by a flying object or a fist. Either that or he would have pulled them apart and told them to stop being stupid.
He smiled faintly at the thought of it and looked up at the sky, watching the clouds float past. He laid back on the room and sighed as the warm sun beat down on him, he closed his eyes and sank slowly into the depths of his own mind, in his back pocket sat his combat pass, he had taken to carrying it out of sentiment. He didn't tell anyone, but it made it easier to deal with everything when he had a little something from the past with him.
'How is it possible for two souls to just vanish? Ginjo took my powers but Tensa and Shiro were souls of their own right? Why couldn't they have resisted or something like that? Jeez I sound crazy... He ripped my powers away and they were my power, I guess it makes sense after all that they disappeared...'
He opened his eyes slowly as a particularly large cloud passed over sun, 'When I was trapped in Las Noches and I couldn't sense Tensa or Shiro I was still able to use some reiatsu... What was it that made that possible? Is it different to this time?'
He lifted a hand and held it in front of his face, 'These hands which have slain hollows and purified plus souls... Are useless to me now that my powers are gone... For what purpose do I live if not to protect the people I care for?'
Ichigo sat up slowly and pulled his combat pass from his pocket; he held it tightly in his hands and sighed, hanging his head, "What I wouldn't give to be able to ask for their advice now... Huh..."
Shaking his head slightly he recounted his adventures with his zanpakto and his inner hollow. Rukia stabbing him with her own zanpakto and giving him her shinigami powers; learning to fight and do soul burials; fighting Renji and Byakuya to protect her; losing his powers and regaining them thanks to Urahara's training; learning the name of his zanpakto and the first time he had cried ZANGETSU! At hat and clogs; going to the fireworks and leaving for Soul Society to save Rukia from her execution.
Fighting Jidanbo an breaking his axes; meeting Gin for the first time and feeling the strength of a captain's reiatsu full force; meeting the Shiba clan and Kukaku's strange house; entering Soul Society via air and getting separated.
Encountering Ikakku and Yumichika; defeating the former and being given directions to Rukia's location; the warning about Kenpachi Zaraki, meeting back up with Ganju and Hanataro before bumping into Renji for a decisive battle; uncovering and revealing his resolve to defeat the redhead fuku-taichou.
Being healed by Hanataro and throwing his mask in the canal, hurrying toward Rukia with the other two and meeting Kenpachi; being roped into the death defying battle and nearly dying; Zangetsu saving him and taking him into his inner world to train him further.
Meeting Shirosaki for the very first time and fighting him for possession of Zangetsu; standing and defeating Kenpachi with a single swing; being healed by Yoruichi and going on to learn bankai and defeat Byakuya on the execution grounds.
Fighting Yammy when he appeared in Karakura; teaming up with the Vizards and learning to control his inner hollow; discovering that Shiro wasn't as bad as he seemed unless he was making sleazy invitations.
Being kidnapped by Aizen and losing his zanpakto and inner hollow in one sweep; remembering the helplessness he felt when he was being taken by Aizen for the first time but the carnal desire as well; the weakness when he couldn't stop Grimmjow taking him as well; and the bliss he felt when he made love to Stark.
Falling in love with the enemy but seeing the light and escaping back home, being reunited with Tensa and Shirosaki; Stark coming with him... Going to Soul Society when Aizen cut down his father and Ryuken.
Realising that he and Aizen could never be, Aizen invading Soul Society; Ichigo finally taking up arms and fighting to protect; defeating Aizen and closing the Garganta with the help of Byakuya and the Espada.
He wiped his eyes as he realised they had spilled over, but he wasn't sad, he was happy and he was proud. His pride had not been damaged and he was so proud to have had a zanpakto like Tensa and an inner hollow like Shirosaki Hichigo.
He was proud.
He felt a ripple of energy run through him and his combat pass burned in his hands, he held onto it tighter and looked down as black and red reiatsu pulsed from the pass around him.
It was gone as soon as it had come and for several moments he wondered if he had been dreaming. He shook his head and realised how irrational that was.
He would just have to look into it.
Standing slowly and stretching his tensed muscles, Ichigo descended from the roof to see if Grimmjow and Aizen had survived his absence or not.
He pushed open the kitchen door and blinked at the sight before him, Aizen Sousuke was in a pink apron, on his knees with yellow gloves scrubbing the floor with a soapy sponge and Grimmjow... Grimmjow was...
Ichigo clapped a hand over his mouth and tried not to laugh at the sight of the blueberry wearing a red apron, green gloves and a hair net to stop his electric locks getting in the way as he cleaned the work surfaces.
Finally, when he could hold it in no longer, Ichigo threw back his head and let out a shriek of laughter at the two, he continued laughing until his eyes streamed and his ribs hurt and the two victims were blushing profusely and regretting being so insistent upon making their foolish squabble up to the orange haired man.
Calming down slowly, Ichigo panted and leaned on the doorframe as he looked at them, grinning almost as wide as his hollow used to, "My my... don't stop boys! I need to grab my camera phone!"
"Not bloody likely!" Grimmjow yelled as he threw his cloth at Ichigo and hit him in the face with it.
Ichigo grinned wider and pulled the cloth off his face and shook the soap suds away, "I wouldn't be that cruel Grimm-kitty!"
The panther merely growled but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. Aizen however looked utterly mortified at being caught on his hands and knees doing domestic work.
Ichigo walked over and held out a hand to help him up, gratefully accepting it, Aizen removed the gloved and apron swiftly and stretched to release his cramped leg muscles.
"You know... When I yelled at you earlier I only wanted to stop you having a go at each other. After all we are going to be stuck together until Urahara and the other's get back so we have to try and get along." Ichigo smiled a little sheepishly.
"We guessed but... Well we were being quite adolescent so we thought we would clean the kitchen for you top to bottom." Aizen replied with a shrug.
"Just finished in time too!" Grimmjow said as he removed his cleaning gear and wiped his sweated forehead with his forearm.
"It looks... Good as new!" he grinned.
"And..." Aizen turned around and picked up a mug of hot tea, "We made you this to compensate for earlier."
Ichigo felt kind of bad for having made them feel like they had to do this but he went and sat down in the lounge area and reclined with his tea. It was only a few minutes before the other two joined him and sat either side of him. Probably safer that way.
Ichigo smiled into his drink, he felt kind of safe with these two by his sides. Strange considering their past... But true nevertheless.
A/N: After all the doom and gloom I HAD to have a chapter devoted to humour, so Aizen and Grimmjow's squabble seemed perfect! And then the picture of the two of them in aprons and rubber gloves made me giggle so it had to be done!
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! The action returns in Chapter Fifteen *insert grin* so I hope you are looking forwards to it!
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