(Stretches) Ow. This chapter was a pain to write. And I think it's pretty lame…but it's so long I can't be bothered going over it and fixing it all T.T I'm sorry! It's not THAT bad…I hope.

Anyhoo.

Yes, it's long. Yes, it's the second-last chapter. Yes, we FINALLY get some answers.

So enjoy XD

Chapter 14

They were half-way up the second flight of stairs when Tala was almost sent falling to his death by a hissing, scrabbling ball of fur that came flying at him out of absolutely nowhere.

"Holy-!" he started to yelp, grabbing the banister as the deranged creature spat and clawed at his ankles.

"It's just a cat, Ivanov," Kai said, rolling his eyes like he was the biggest moron in the world.

"That's a cat?" he questioned dryly, looking at the animal that he could have sworn was glaring at him. Now that it was sitting relatively still he could see it was indeed a cat, a rather skinny grey tabby that looked as though its not-too-distant ancestors had hunted zebras.

"Yes," he said with another eye-roll, bundling the homicidal feline into his arms.

"He's yours?" Tala asked, eyebrows raised, when he noticed that the animal immediately went quiet and placid when Kai picked it up, and was currently snuggling quite happily into the material of his shirt.

"Yeah," he said, shrugging, "Found him in the dustbin out back."

"Seriously?" he laughed.

"Yeah. My grandfather doesn't approve. He sent someone out to buy me a pedigree blue Persian or something, like I could just replace something I actually like with something more expensive. Didn't work, though. I hated that bloody fuzz-ball. I think the housekeeper gave it to her niece."

"You're so cold," he chuckled, "So what's this fuzz-ball's name? Lucifer? Damien?"

"No," he said, "…Vincent."

"Ah, like Vincent Price? Good call," he said with a nod.

"No," he said, scratching the cat behind the ears, "Try again."

He examined the cat (and it really was scowling back at him) and eventually noticed it was missing half an ear.

"Oh I get it," he said with a grin, pointing at said mangled ear, "Vincent van Gogh, right?"

"Right."

"You really are arty, Kai," he said with a grin, secretly impressed with himself for actually remembering that lesson from middle school art history.

"It's just because I noticed he got his ear bitten off," he mumbled, looking away, "If he didn't have that he'd be called Tom or something. I didn't go out of my way to name him after an artist."

"Yeah, ok," he said, slightly amused by the other's apparent embarrassment, "But you know when van Gogh cut his ear off, he put it in an envelope and gave it to a prostitute? He sounds totally nuts. He fell in love with his landlady's daughter, fell in love with his cousin, fell in love with a prostitute – not the same one he gave his ear to -, attacked his buddy Gauguin with a razor, and in the end shot himself for no apparent reason."

"Yeah," Kai said dryly, "He also painted from time to time."

"Only when he could squeeze it in," he said with a laugh.

Kai once again rolled his eyes and continued his way upstairs. Vincent peered back at Tala over his shoulder, still with that scowly look, and he thought it was true what they said…pets really did come to look like their owners.

Kai eventually reached the appropriate door and kicked it open irritably and they went inside.

Tala stopped and blinked in utter astonishment.

The room inside – which he could only assume was Kai's bedroom – sported a pale wooden floor with a large black rug in the middle, an impeccably made bed with black bedclothes, a wooden desk with a computer on it, dark curtains…

And fluorescent orange walls.

"…Oh my," he said at length.

"Yeah," Kai agreed, "Oh my."

"Uh…" he stared around, still trying to take it in and not be blinded by it at the same time, "You going to tell me how this happened? Since you're an artist and would-be emo, I'm guessing it wasn't your first choice."

"Hn…" Kai said, dropping Vincent down on the bed, "I guess I just…got what I asked for."

"Huh?"

Kai slumped into the chair by the computer, staring moodily at the blank screen.

"My grandfather and I…" he said, "We…don't get along too well."

"I gathered," he said, nodding encouragingly when Kai didn't continue.

"I know it sounds really pathetic…" the slate-haired boy said, twisting his hands together uncomfortably, "But…he's got no time for me. It doesn't bother me now. But a while ago…I needed him. And he was never there. All that matters to him is his company. His money."

Tala studied him for a moment. It was obvious that this went deeper than just tangerine-coloured emulsion. Once again he'd stumbled unwittingly upon one of the more delicate parts of his companion's life. He could see this was an awkward thing for Kai to talk about, and one wrong move would make him retreat hastily back inside himself. He needed to tread very cautiously.

"You think his company comes before you?" he questioned carefully.

"I'm sure as hell it does. He doesn't care about other people. To him, the fact that he even has a grandson doesn't matter. He doesn't even seem to care about…what we both lost."

The word struck a chord in his memory.

"Lost…?" he repeated uncertainly. Kai gave a humourless smirk and nodded, understanding what he was remembering.

"You remember that day in the park?" he said, "You asked me if I had lost something recently and I…I got angry."

There was a silence.

"Kai…" he said finally, tentatively, "What did you lose?"

The other took a deep breath and closed his eyes tiredly.

"My parents," he said flatly.

There was another silence, the most agonizing one Tala had ever felt.

"Oh my God, Kai," he groaned, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright, it's fine," Kai said, but his voice was empty, "You didn't know. I was stupid to think you did. I was just…strung up about it that day. That's all."

"But…"

"Anyway, about the room. Grandfather and I were having an argument. Can't remember what it was about. Something stupid. And when it was over he yelled 'What about this room, then?'"

He paused for a moment, opening his crimson eyes and looking at the ceiling.

"…So I told him to paint it bloody bright orange for all I cared," he finished.

Tala barely heard the end of the story regarding the colour of the room. Who gave a shit what colour the room was? Why was he even still talking about it? It didn't matter, that wasn't what was important now.

He sat down on the floor, his back leaning against the bed. He gestured to Kai to join him, and whilst the other boy looked perplexed, he obeyed.

"When…when did you lose your parents, Kai?" he asked quietly.

The slate-haired boy frowned slightly but didn't object to this questioning.

"About half a year ago now," he said, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve, "Six or seven months."

"That's all?" he asked, horrified. He didn't have the greatest relationship with his mother and father, but if either of them were to die – never mind both – he didn't think he'd be able to be back at school, going about his life in a normal fashion, so soon.

"Yes," he said absently, "It feels like longer."

"What happened?" he asked softly.

"Some idiot kid got drunk and stole a car," he said, voice flat and emotionless, "They got in his way."

He winced. Kai didn't.

"That's when I came to live with my grandfather," he continued, unprompted, "Too bad he doesn't even seem to care his daughter is dead."

Tala winced again at the blunt way he spoke about it, as if he had detached himself from it and no longer let it cause him any pain.

"So…um…" Tala said uncertainly, "About seven months ago…is that when you stopped being an A-student?"

Kai looked up at him sharply.

"Stay out of my head," he said, the same way he always did.

But this time, it was going to be different.

"No," he shot back.

Kai stared at him for a moment, bewildered.

"What?" he questioned at length.

"I said no," he said firmly, "Don't you get it, Kai? You need to let somebody inside your head. You don't always have to be alone. Hell, you can't always be alone!"

"Shut up," he snapped glaring at him, but that was different too – it was full of real anger this time, and something else that might have been fear, "I don't need anyone. I can do things alone. I don't need you. I can get through this on my own…!"

"You can't!" he shouted, snapping, "Lie to me if you want, but don't lie to yourself. You need help, Kai. Your grandfather didn't give it to you, so you've locked everything away. But that doesn't work, Kai, it just doesn't…"

"It works just fine!" he yelled, the voice that was always so calm and measured getting louder and louder with every word, "It worked the past seven months, it'll work the next seven months. And don't look so damn smug, I wasn't going to deny that I've locked everything up. I know I've done it. And I don't care. It's better this way. It's better not to care about anything. And I don't need help, whatever the hell that means. You think I need a goddamned shrink? You'd love that, wouldn't you? Getting someone to talk to me about my feelings. You're so full of shit! I don't need that, and I don't need you!"

He stopped, breathing hard, hands clenched into tight, knotted fists.

Tala sighed deeply, finding it hard to believe that only a few minutes ago they had been downstairs and everything had been normal between them. They came upon these painful subjects so quickly, so unexpectedly…it always caught him by surprise.

"Listen," he said quietly, "I never said I wanted you to see a shrink. I know you wouldn't like that."

"Don't talk like you know me," Kai said, pointedly looking the other way, perhaps afraid of what emotions could be seen in his eyes.

"I do know you," he said simply, "And I also know that seven months isn't long enough for a person to move on past something like this."

"So you don't want me to get over it?"

"You know that's not what I meant," he sighed, "I just mean…it's still hurting you. But you're pretending like it's not there."

"Shut up," he muttered.

"You can't keep it all bottled up forever," he said, "One day it'll all break out. And it could really damage you, Kai. It could kill you."

"What difference would that make?" he snapped unexpectedly, turning to glare at him with fiery eyes, "Who's really going to notice if I'm dead? Who'd be sad? Who'd cry for me?"

Tala couldn't help but feel the sympathy welling up inside him. He'd always thought Kai was so stead-fast, so immune to whatever the world threw at him. But he could see a glimmer of the truth now. He was lonely. Just a hurt, lonely kid who felt like the world didn't need him anymore, since the two people who'd needed him most were no longer in it.

He placed a hand on his shoulder. Kai reached up to shove it off, but Tala caught his hand and held onto it tightly, wordlessly saying 'I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.'

"You'd be surprised," he said with an attempt at a smile, "Even if someone I've never met before dies, I feel sad if I hear about it. What do you think I'd do if it was you?"

Kai bit his lip and turned away, the anger on his face simmering down slightly but by no means disappearing.

"Never think it wouldn't matter," Tala said quietly, "It would."

Kai's only response was to tug his hand away and turn his back on him.

"Still…that's an unusual thing for you to ask," Tala mused, "'Who'd cry for me?' I didn't expect you to think about things like that. Is it because you cry for…for them?"

He couldn't quite bring himself to say 'your parents', somehow.

His intention had been to spark that fire he knew existed within the other boy, make him angry again. At least that way some of those negative feelings were getting vent. He had expected a shout of rage, an 'Of course I cry for them, you bastard!' To his extreme disquiet, however, all that happened was a tensing of shoulders, a lowering of the head.

"…Aw, hell, Kai," he said with a groan, "You don't?"

"No," he said haughtily, "What good would that do? It wouldn't bring them back."

"You never cried for them?"

"Only a few times," he said stiffly, "Back before I realized how pathetic it was."

"No," he said firmly, "You want to know what's pathetic? Johnny McGregor getting his entire gang together just to hurt you. That's pathetic. Not having the guts to tell people I don't want to go down the path they've set for me. That's pathetic. And not even letting yourself be sad about the loss of people you love…that's really pathetic."

He got his angry reaction this time. Kai turned to face him, and he could see his fury was like a volcano just ready to erupt.

"What would you know?" he hissed, "What gives you the right to tell me all this? You don't know what it feels like, do you? You still have your…you still have them. And you complain about them more often than you say good things about them. So how can you possibly presume to know?"

"Because, I might argue with them, and we might drive each other crazy from time to time…" he said quietly, "But if I close my eyes and just imagine them not being here any more, it tears me apart. And that's just thinking about it. I know that if it actually happened, it'd be a million times worse. So I might not know exactly what it feels like…but I know how terrible it must be."

Kai bit down on his lower lip again, so hard that Tala thought he might be in danger of splitting it again.

"Is this why you skip school?" he asked, trying to alter the topic of discussion slightly but still keeping to the same basic point.

"I hate school," he replied, and his voice was almost a whisper.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I always hated it. But I used to put up with it, because I thought it mattered. It doesn't feel like it matters anymore."

"Because they're not here?"

"I guess."

"Is that why you skipped today?"

"Not…exactly. Sort of."

"Hm?"

"Today's a bad day," he said quietly, knees pulled up to his chest.

This really was an odd situation to be in. Kai acted like he didn't want to talk about this, but he really did, but a part of him really didn't…

So what was he meant to do?

"Why's today so bad?" he asked in a carefully measured tone.

"…"

"Kai, you brought it up," he said, unable to keep the exasperation out of his voice, "And that implies that you want to tell me about it. I'm not really asking for my own benefit here."

"…It's my mum's birthday today," he mumbled, "I didn't think I should go to school. I might have blown my top at someone."

Tala closed his pale blue eyes for a moment. The very idea of the pain this day must be causing him was overwhelming. But they needed to get to the bottom of this. Today. Now. This subject couldn't be left to stagnate any longer. It was like an infected wound, poisonous and festering, and they needed to get it all out in the open, to try and drain the venom away.

"It must be really hard for you," he said quietly.

"It'll be harder if I have to think about it," was the reply.

"But you didn't break your promise," he said, "That's good."

"I did break it," Kai said dully, "I said I would go to school."

"No, you said you wouldn't skip school," he said, "If you have a good reason to be absent, you don't need to come. I think that's as good a reason as any."

"You don't think it's…kind of babyish?" he asked, and Tala could see a flicker of insecurity, vulnerability, behind his haughty crimson eyes, "Pathetic?"

"And stupid too, I suppose?" he said with a frown, "No. I think it's very sad. And I wish there was something I could say that would help. But I don't think there are any words in the world that would do any good right now."

"…How did you get so close without me noticing?" Kai said suddenly, distantly, as if he was talking mostly to himself, "I swore I'd keep everyone distant. But you came along, and before I even knew it you were…just there. And now you even know about this…"

"Does it really bother you so much?" he asked, "If you didn't want to tell me, you would have been more stubborn about it."

A ghostly smile flitted across the other boy's face.

"I guess you're right," he said, "Maybe I did want to tell you."

"Maybe you did," he agreed.

And it did seem that way. It was as if the subject had been drifting between them for some time now, just waiting for the opportune moment to be properly touched upon. And now it had its moment. And they needed to make the most of it.

"Putting on a brave face…or a cold face…won't keep you safe forever," Tala said at length, "It's probably better to break the mask yourself, rather than wait until the day it just crumbles and leaves you helpless…"

They were both silent for a long, long time. Vincent sprang down off the bed and looked up solemnly at Tala, his look now more like a grimace than a glare, somehow. He petted the feline's head tentatively, relieved when it didn't attempt to claw him to ribbons.

"Heh…I thought you hated me, Mr. One-Ear," he said.

"Pft…" he heard Kai say, "Who could hate you?"

His voice sounded a little odd. He turned to look at him and saw that his expression was remote, and his eyes oddly glassy.

"So the flood-walls break…" Tala said quietly, "About time."

The other boy furiously swiped at his watery eyes, trying to stem the flow.

"Kai, relax," he said, "I'm not going to laugh."

The slate-haired boy had no choice, anyway. It was like the icy barriers he'd set up inside himself were melting, and presenting themselves to the world in the form of tears.

Tala laid an arm gingerly across his shoulders. His first attempt was swiped off, but after some perseverance Kai just gave up and let himself be hugged, for the first time in no one knew how long.

It was a curious kind of crying. His face didn't crumple or go red, he didn't cough or gasp for breath. It was completely silent, totally motionless. His face wasn't even particularly sad-looking. There was just a steady stream of silvery tears flowing down his pale cheeks, all the pent-up sadness finally finding its way out, silently, softly, slowly.

Tala didn't know how long they sat like that. He didn't say a word the whole time. What was he meant to say? 'Don't cry'? What kind of sense would that make? Bizarre as it sounded, crying was probably the best thing he could do right now.

Besides, it'd probably be another ten years or something before he did it again.

"Shit…" Kai mumbled after a while, "I hate you."

"I know," he said in amusement.

A little while later the salty rivers dried up, and Kai gave a heavy sigh.

"Nngh…" he said, turning his head and resting it on his shoulder, "That was stupid."

"No, that was human," he corrected him.

"…If you ever tell a single other living soul about that…" Kai said slowly, "You will die."

"Have no fear," he said, rolling his eyes, "I hereby swear by the name of all that is alcohol-free that I shall never divulge to another human being – or animal – that I saw the great Kai Hiwatari act like an actual human being for a distinct period of time."

Kai's shoulders shook slightly as he almost-laughed.

"Good," he said.

Things were already back to normal between them, for now. Tala knew it wasn't over. He knew there'd be more moments like this in the future, there'd be more shouting, more ice to melt.

And, quite frankly, he looked forward to it.

The mystery of the diary might have been abandoned, but Kai was a mystery unto himself. And maybe he'd just solved that mystery. A fair chunk of it, anyway.

"I want a promise in return too, though, Kai," he said at length. Kai sat up and looked at him, one eyebrow raised coolly. He couldn't help but marvel at how little evidence there was of his emotional outburst. His eyes weren't all red and puffy, and all the tears had been wiped away. The only sign that it had happened at all was the smudginess of those startling blue triangles.

"And what promise is that?" the slate-haired boy enquired.

"That you won't bottle all this stuff up again," he said, "That you'll come talk to me – or someone else if you want – if it all starts building up and driving you crazy."

Kai didn't reply for a moment. He appeared to be considering.

"Kai…" he said warningly.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, waving him off, "Alright."

"Hm…I think I want a written guarantee for that one," he said, amused at the other's blasé response.

Kai rolled his eyes and got to his feet, retrieving a pen and piece of paper from his desk.

"So what am I supposed to write?" he demanded, plopping back down next to him.

"You write, 'I, Kai Hiwatari, do hereby swear, on pain of extreme teasing and annoyance, to never again-'"

"Slow down, you're going too fast!"

"Ok, ok," he laughed, pausing until the poor little scribe caught up.

…

Then he noticed a funny thing.

Kai was holding the pen and writing with his left hand.

Well, that made sense. Rei had said he was a left-hander. They all supposed that was part of why he was so arty.

But at the same time, he could also see the very faint remains of the handwriting sample Kai had shown him at the party.

And it was on the back of his left hand.

Meaning he must have written it with his right hand.

But…

…

Huh?

Kai seemed to notice him staring rather intently at his hands.

"Ah…I can't get it to come off completely," he said, looking at the faded 'Kai Hiwatari' on the back of his hand, not seeming to notice it was the same hand he was writing with, "Must have been bloody permanent ink or something."

He frowned at him, still thinking.

"…What's up with you?" Kai said after a few moments, looking faintly uneasy.

"Kai…" he said very slowly, "Are you…ambidextrous?"

The slate-haired boy stared at him blankly for a moment, before his cheeks burned a deep red as he realized his mistake.

"Lemme see that," Tala said, snatching the half-written contract before Kai could protest and peering at it.

And…curly g's and loopy y's…

He dug into his schoolbag and pulled out the object that had started all this.

The diary.

Even though they'd given up on it, he'd still put it in his bag this morning. Force of habit? Just something to read? He didn't know.

But it seemed like it was a bloody good thing he did.

He flipped it open at a random page and made a comparison.

And the handwriting was an exact match.

"…Holy shit," he breathed.

He stared from the paper to the notebook and back again, certain his eyes were deceiving him.

But they weren't.

"You little liar!" he exclaimed in total astonishment, "It was you all along!"

Kai's face had gone an alarming shade of red and he stared fixedly at a spot on the floor, fidgeting slightly.

"Come on, I even asked you to your face if it was yours," he gaped, still struggling to get his head around this, "Why didn't you just say? It would have saved a hell of a lot of time!"

"…Would you have admitted to writing that shit?" Kai mumbled, "I mean, seriously…a diary…"

"But you wrote that your guidance teacher forced you to write it! I knew you weren't doing it for fun!"

"Yeah…but…"

The room spiralled into silence as Tala tried to get his head around this new revelation, tried to actually believe that the mystery was solved, even after he'd given up on it.

"So…the 'Accident'…" he murmured.

"Yeah," Kai said bluntly.

He didn't have the feeling he usually had when he found the solution to a complicated problem…it usually felt like stepping into the light, or stepping out of a fog. Like a dramatic feeling of revelation. Not this time. He felt almost as lost and confused as he had when he had started this task.

He smiled slightly. But it wasn't so bad.

"So…are you angry?" Kai asked, apprehensive crimson eyes glancing up at him

"Nah," he said with a shrug, "I'm more in the region of 'shocked, stunned and in total disbelief'. In a few hours, yeah, I'll probably be raging, but right now…nah. I'm kinda glad, actually."

"Huh?"

"Ha, I'm not sure why…" he said with a laugh, "But I'm glad it was you."

"…"

Kai got to his feet once again and went over to the desk. He opened a drawer on its underside and, after a few moments of rummaging around, extracted a notebook.

"What's this?" Tala asked, perplexed, as he came and sat back down again.

"Um…"

He noticed that it was a heavy black notebook, thick, with a proper spine…

"No way," he said, lips twitching into a smile.

"After I…accidentally-on-purpose lost the first diary…" Kai mumbled, "My guidance teacher was kind enough to give me a new one."

"So you've been filling this one in this whole time?" he laughed, totally loving the bizarreness of it all, "Wow, I can't wait to see what you've been writing about me."

"What makes you think I've mentioned you at all?" he retorted swiftly, but it was obvious he wasn't being serious, "But…I mean…you can read it, if you want. I doubt it'll say a lot you don't know already, but…"

"Don't you worry, I'll be sure to glance at it later…though I'm reasonably sure some of the comments in it will pierce my heart," he said, "I've missed reading your little musings."

It felt so weird to be able to say 'your musings', 'your diary'. It had spent so long as an anonymous object that he was still struggling to make the connection between the boy he'd gotten to know and the notebook he'd spent so long scrutinizing. He wanted to laugh again. The two mysteries that he'd been drawn to had turned out to be the same thing. It seemed so obvious now that he thought about it.

"About that, though…" he said, "Why did you 'accidentally-on-purpose' lose the first one?"

"Because I didn't want to write it…"

"Didn't you know you'd just get another one?"

"It was worth a try…"

"And why did you ask to help me find out who it belonged to? That's totally lost me."

"I figured you'd lose interest," Kai said with a shrug, "Not many people would devote much time to something so stupid. I thought you'd get bored after a few days, and I could just take it back, and you'd forget all about it."

"But you were wrong," he pointed out, grin widening.

"I was wrong," he agreed.

"And aren't you glad you were?" he teased. Kai 'hmph'ed and looked away, but he was fighting down a smile.

"Maybe a little," he said.

There was another companionable silence while Tala flicked through the second diary, laughing every so often at some particularly scathing little gems Kai had written down. If an artistic career didn't work out for him, he could always be a writer. He couldn't be the only person in the world who found this kind of cynicism insanely amusing.

"Oh my…" he said at length, handing the notebook back to its owner, "That's our two mysteries solved, then. The mystery of the diary, and you, the personification of mystery."

"Seems that way," Kai agreed.

"Uh oh," he said with a small smile, "Whatever are we going to talk about now?"

Kai gave a small laugh and leaned back against the bed, his face taking on a quiet, contented look, the likes of which no one had seen on him since that terrible day seven months ago.

"I'm sure we'll be able to think of something," he said softly.

Gaspeth.

It be done!

Well, there's still one more chapter to come ;D But I think I tied up all the loose ends here…

…I am such a sap. By sheer coincidence, I was listening to Avril Lavigne's 'When You're Gone' as I wrote this, and found myself getting rather emotional.

Haha. When Tala said 'It would have saved a hell of a lot of time' I was thinking 'Wow…it really would have!' XD But then there would have been no story. And wouldn't THAT have been a shame.

Awk…it was pretty predictable towards the end. I was determined to shock everyone with 'it wasn't Kai, but it really was Kai!' but obviously not…

Damnit!

Oh well, there would have been outrage if it HADN'T been Kai XD

Review replies here (I couldn't put them at the start…I would have given things away):

Klovr: oh. My. Gawd. That is SCARY, you saw RIGHT into my head! O.O About EVERYTHING! Either I'm REALLY predictable, or you're a GENIUS! (Seriously…I was so impressed! And…ashamed…) And you were the only one who noticed I changed the hand that Kai writes with :P Well done you. Haha, I'm left-handed…why do people think strange things about left-handed people? Oh well. Anyway, congrats on figuring out my ENTIRE plot XD yes, well done again. Thanks for reviewing!

Tuli-Susi: Noooooo! Don't go to my profile! My other stories…they REALLY suck. They're so bad they could tear a hole in our reality. This fic is almost done, I have new ones in-progress. If you want to read more from me, I beg you to wait for them XD Cos really…my first few fics are rather dire. Thank you for your kind words and review!

Ugh…so tired…

Thanks also to Rational Lunacy (my other chapters were grammatically incorrect? …ouch. I'm sorry :P), GabZ, Alexis Hoheimer, Destiny Quill, lallyzippo, Rise From Thy Ashes, FlamingIce94, Akina.Strange, Moon Comix (oh come on…I'm not THAT obsessed), SchoolBoredom, Night Neko-Jin, Ray-Tiger-Cat, KrisSk8Gurl, snappa, Winterblazewolf, hunt4me, Jashomara, tacks, Viper-Daisy, rin-ren-ran, Slightly Sinister Sinestra, gliitch, Dark Dragon – Fire Fox, Nameless Little Girl and hurtinphoenix. You make my sad, trivial little existence slightly less sad and trivial.

Hope ya'll enjoyed that.

Until I post the final chapter…(which, with any luck, will be VERY soon)

Fiver x