I'm so sorry for the long wait, but I've been sick as a dog, and this chapter has given me some trouble for a while...it just wasn't coming out the way I wanted it to, you know? Anyway, I'm pretty happy with this version of it, so I feel ready to post it.

Things are taking a new turn now...or a half old one, I guess...hehehe, sorry if this confuses you, but you'll understand in due time.

Anyway, not much to say other than I hope you enjoy, and once again sorry for the long wait!

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I was pulled from a wonderful, ramen filled dream by something rather heavy hitting me across the face. Snorting a bit at the abrupt awakening, I struggled to open my eyes and batted whatever had struck me away. It vanished with little protest, and I sighed and stopped trying to open my eyes, opting to get some more sleep. But I wasn't all that comfortable, so I decided to roll over a bit to fix that.

Not the best idea.

I rolled and you can imagine my surprise when the bed I was on seemed to disappear from beneath me. I managed to let out a short yell before I fell to the floor and landed on my stomach rather painfully. I groaned and pried my eyelids apart to glare weakly at the side of the bed I'd been on.

Stupid bed.

I closed my eyes for a few moments before my brows furrowed in confusion, and I cracked them open again.

Since when were my sheets blue?

Opening my eyes wider, I looked around and realized I wasn't in my room at all. Gaping stupidly as I tried to recall where I was, I heard a soft snore from the bed, and everything came back.

I was at Sasuke's house. I'd been asked-more like ordered- to spend the night and had slept in Sasuke's room.

So that explained all the blue.

Another soft snore, and yet even more memories came back. Memories that made my face feel a bit warm.

We'd kissed. Sasuke and I had kissed. We were a couple, sort of.

Well, if that didn't prove to be an interesting first stay at my best friend's house.

Another soft snore sounded, followed by a soft groan before I saw Sasuke's arm get flung over the edge of the bed as he changed position to get comfortable.

So he was the one who slapped me awake.

The bastard!

I scowled, more than a little displeased that he'd interrupted my awesome dream of ramen, and climbed back onto the bed carefully, looking down at his sleeping visage. Every now and then, his brows would get closer together, creating a small wrinkle between them and his mouth would turn down into a sleepy scowl.

Seriously, even in sleep he looked like a bastard. There went my thoughts of him looking angelic when he slept. I was starting to think Itachi shoved a stick up his ass at a young age, and had never bothered to take it out.

Snickering at my own thoughts, I reached over and started poking my sleeping companion in the cheek, wondering how long it would take the guy to wake up.

After about ten pokes, I moved to poke him again when a hand shot up, grabbing my finger and stopping my progress. A sleep-blurred onyx eye cracked open to glare at me through dark lashes and Sasuke's sleep riddled voice rasped out.

"What are you doing, dobe?"

I grinned cheekily. "Bugging you." I replied, pulling my hand out of his grip only to poke his cheek again. Sasuke growled, but I ignored it.

"And why are you doing that?" he questioned grumpily.

"Because you slapped me awake, you jerk. I was having nice dreams about ramen when you tossed about in your bastard dreams and woke me up." I said, frowning at him to show my displeasure.

Sasuke blinked before smirking. "Aw...Dobe's upset because I interrupted some ramen time?" he teased, his smirk widening when I growled at him. Lazily, he sat up, the blankets falling to pool around his waist. He ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry dobe, I'm sure you'll have plenty other opportunities to dream of your ramen." He assured, yawning a bit.

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Teme, that's not the point." I insisted. Sasuke shrugged uncaringly, before settling his gaze on me once again, only this time his eyes were shining with something new.

"You're right. That's not the point right now." He said before he scooted closer. I turned to face him, wondering what he was up to when he leant forward quickly and pressed his lips against mine. At first I just stared at him, but then inwardly I shrugged and began to kiss him back.

When we pulled apart, I frowned. "What was the point of that?" I asked. Sasuke smirked.

"That was my good morning kiss." He said as he threw the blankets off and climbed out of the bed, leaving me to stare after him as he walked out the door, heading to the bathroom.

Once he was out of sight, I sighed, running a finger over my lips.

Stupid bastard. He kissed to good to be normal. I was now more sure than ever that he was some kind of robot or alien.

But wait...

My eyes widened in horror. If Sasuke was an alien or something, then that means Itachi was too! And so were Mikoto and Fugaku! I was trapped in a house of perfect aliens!

What if they tried to eat my brain!

A small cry of despair escaped me as I fell face forward into the pillows on the bed.

For a minute I just lay there, mulling over my absurd thoughts and wild imagination before tilting me head to the side slightly.

"...It smells like Sasuke..." I muttered absently; take another sniff and getting the scent to wash over my senses once more.

Don't get me wrong! If you think I am turning into some lovesick school boy, who swoons over the scent of my boyfriend and would start gushing out random poetry from the bottom of my heart, you're obviously reading some fucked up manga in your free time. School boys do not do that.

At least, none that I know of.

I mentioned it before, but Sasuke's scent was something that left an odd feeling for me. It was familiar, and since it was his it brought back good memories and a sense of comfort. But that didn't mean it had to smell heavenly.

It still made my nose tingle on occasion.

The silence of the room was interrupted by a loud growl from my stomach, and with my active imagination, I clearly saw a large amount of chibi-Naruto's in my body, sitting around a table in my stomach area slamming their knives and forks onto the counter and chanting 'food' over and over.

Deciding to satisfy the little terrors before they did something less than pleasant, I pulled myself off the bed and made my way to the door. As it opened, I heard a door open down the hall, and saw another head of blonde hair emerging from the bedroom over there.

"Oh, good morning Deidara." I called, waving slightly. Deidara blinked and turned to look at me before grinning and waving back enthusiastically.

"Oh hey Naruto! Have a good-oh geez!" Deidara cursed as his waving hand hit the low hanging light, causing it to swing back and forth dangerously. He fumbled around, trying to grab it and stop its deadly motions while I watched, chuckling amusedly. Once he'd stopped it, he turned back to me, smiling sheepishly.

"Er, as I was saying, have a good sleep, un?" he asked, walking up to me and running a hand through his long hair. I nodded, smirking at him from his earlier trip up.

"Yeah, it was pleasant. Well, except the part I woke up." I added, shrugging. Deidara tilted his head, already walking to the stairs and leading me to follow.

"Oh? Why is that, un?"

"Sasuke kind of subconsciously slapped me awake."

Deidara burst out laughing, slapping his thigh as he went. "Are you serious, un? That's...That's hilarious!" he gasped, breaking into another fit of laughter. I joined in as we made our way to the kitchen where the smell of bacon and eggs made my mouth water and my stomach chibi's go insane.

Walking through the door, I was sure I would flood the kitchen with drool at the sight of all the food set out on the table, and I was sorely tempted to get down on one knee and start singing the Glorious Food song from that old play with the orphan named after a sickly green tornado.

...In case that metaphor got you lost, I'm talking about Oliver Twist.

Fugaku was at the table, one hand holding a cup of coffee that sent steamy swirls of fragrant heat up into his face, and his features were more relaxed as he took a slow sip of the black liquid. A newspaper sat folded under his one hand, either ready to be read, or already explored to the fullest.

Mikoto was loading some bacon onto the plates when we entered, and she looked up, her face breaking into a smile upon seeing us. Her long hair was pinned back, a few strands hanging around her face. She was wearing a simple white blouse and a black skirt that fell to her knees, and a pristine white apron adorned her front.

"Good morning you two! Did you sleep well last night?" she asked, her eyes shining slightly in the morning sunlight that came streaming through the windows.

...

Why...did I feel like I'd just stepped into some kind of 'perfect family' T.V commercial.

"The...sparkling sunlight...the scent of freshly brewed coffee..."

Everyone's eyes turned to me as I began mumbling, and they were obviously surprised by the suspicious look I was giving the entire kitchen.

"Naruto-kun?" Mikoto said unsurely, her dark eyes sparkling with slight worry.

"The suspiciously shiny appliances and pine-fresh atmosphere with a dash of home cooking..."

"Naruto? What are you mumbling about?" Deidara asked, edging away from me slightly, as if afraid to catch my weirdness.

"The smooth polished floors and the levels of politeness that reach beyond the skies..." I mumbled, my eyes narrowing as finally everything was set into place in my mind.

"Oi, dobe. You couldn't have waited for me-" Sasuke's sentence was cut off as I grabbed the front of his sweatshirt, shaking it and causing his head to flop around like a rag doll.

"YOU'RE ALL PERFECT ROBOTS AFTER ALL, AREN'T YOU?" I demanded, my eyes glaring into his while my hands continued to shake him roughly. Sasuke looked slightly panicked as he grabbed at my hands, trying to steady himself and undoubtedly stop the world from spinning so fast.

"D-dobe! What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped as I pulled my hands away, now pacing furiously.

"It all makes sense now! I had a dream about it, and now this just proves that it wasn't a dream, but a premonition!" I insisted, smacking my chest as I explained and making wild gestures. Deidara was watching me, his eyes wide and his mouth nothing but a small 'o' in surprise as I ranted. Mikoto looked as if she couldn't decide whether to laugh, or call an ambulance.

Fugaku sipped his coffee.

Smart man.

"Naruto, what in the name of Shaiya are you talking about!" Sasuke finally raised his voice, placing one hand atop my head and pushing down, keeping my head there even as I tried to struggle. After a moment of the two of us struggling, it was interrupted by an extremely ferocious growl from my stomach.

Silence descended upon everyone in the kitchen before I slowly tilted my head to the side, looking at Sasuke with pleading eyes.

"...I'm so hungry..." Deciding to try and score some extra bacon, I added a puppy dog face, complete with trembling lower lip for ultimate cuteness. It must have worked, since Sasuke seemed at a loss for words for a while, his lips slightly parted and a half formed words escaping him. Finally, he 'tch'ed and removed his hand, grabbing my arm and leading me to the table.

"You're such a dobe." He muttered, but I caught the slight pink on his face. I grinned at him, poking his cheek and laughing.

"But you like me." I teased, to which Sasuke crossed his arms and looked to the side, scowling. I snickered at his childish action while Deidara started making jabs at him about it. Mikoto smiled and served us large helpings of food just as Itachi came downstairs, looking his usual evil self.

Soon everyone was seated around the table, eating, talking and, mostly in mine and Deidara's case, laughing.

I couldn't help but smile at everyone in the room, and my heart was beating so fast against my chest, I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a large heart shaped indentation in my chest, just like those ridiculous cartoons on T.V.

"Naruto-kun, how long can you stay?" Mikoto asked suddenly. I hummed in thought, remembering that there was still some maths homework I had neglected that would take me some time to get done, since there was no way in hell I was going to leave it till last minute. Not when it was for Mizuki-sensei.

"Hmm...I should probably leave in an hour or so..." I said, glancing over to her. My thoughtful face was wiped off and replaced with one of remorse upon seeing the very sad puppy look she was giving me.

"An hour? So soon?" she said, and I decided to refuse the fact she whimpered for her.

"W-well I've got some work to do and then there's the usual chores around my apartment, like laundry and such." I said weakly, in the hopes that she'd understand more. Mikoto continued to stare at me with a defeated puppy face, and I could feel my resolve slipping.

But in the back of my mind, I could see Mizuki-sensei laughing evilly while holding my incomplete homework assignment before throwing me into a pit of despair and humiliation, and it was enough to re-strengthen my will.

"I'm sorry I can't stay longer. But I'll visit again." I assured.

It worked like a charm. Mikoto's face lightened immediately, and she smiled warmly.

"Please do, Naruto-kun. I very much enjoy your company. Isn't that right, dear?" she asked, turning to Fugaku.

I looked over at the man of the house, who in turn, looked back at me for a moment. Then he nodded and turned back to his bacon.

A man cannot be distracted from his bacon, after all.

Beside me Sasuke shifted slightly, his arm brushing mine subtly. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, but he was eating. However, there was an almost imperceptible upwards curve to the corners of his mouth. It was a hidden smile, one made especially for me.

I felt special.

Giving a soft smile of my own, I turned back to my eggs and bacon and began to devour the feast in front of me with much gusto.

It had been a great weekend.

After my weekend at Sasuke's house, the week seemed to pass by in such a blur I could hardly tell one day from the next. However, no amount of blurriness could erase some of the very important lessons I'd learned from that weekend.

Lesson number one: Never leave for the weekend without first telling your two closest friends. They will maul and interrogate you upon sight when you return.

This was such a harsh lesson for me to learn, especially since Kiba insisted on doing a 'virgin ass' test.

This 'test' consisted of Kiba trying to shove a white radish up my ass, saying that if I was a virgin, I'd avoid it, and if I wasn't, I'd enjoy it.

Both Sakura and I started beating him and screaming about how no one would enjoy having a large white radish shoved up their anus.

However, after the initial stage of torture, both of them seemed really happy for me. Kiba was still exceedingly grudging about it, but he at least said we could date, knowing we'd do so with or without his permission. However, he insisted that we were not to go further than kissing.

When I asked him why, he just got this weird look in his eye before laughing to himself rather evilly.

But I was fine with that. After all, no rush, right?

The next lesson I learned was this...Teachers really did know shit, and often it was shit they really shouldn't know!

When we'd gone to our History lesson on Monday, Sasuke and I had kept contact to a minimum. After all, we both agreed to keep our relationship a secret. We could be friends openly, but as for the more than friends bit?

That was our business and our business alone.

But somehow...somehow...of all people in the school...our tardy History teacher Kakashi-sensei seemed to know.

I even said the classical horrified 'He knows, man' to Sasuke after class. But I needn't have, since Sasuke could tell. The way Kakashi had kept glancing between us, before doing this creepy eye smile thing and laughing. And then, he'd gone on to talk about history's greatest gay couples.

I didn't even know we had those!

But Kakashi wasn't the only one to notice something was up, it seemed. Asuma-sensei also gave me strange looks during biology, and I almost died in Social Sciences when Anko-sensei winked at Sasuke before glancing to me.

Seriously teachers were scary things.

However, the teacher that confused me the most was Mizuki-sensei.

While he was as much as a jerk as ever, there was something else now. Every time he looked at me, he looked on with the usual loathing, but never once had he looked at anyone else that way.

But...when we'd had our first class with him that week...

I remember it.

We'd come into class, like always. Sasuke and I had entered after everyone else, since we'd actually been making out in a janitors closet before class. We probably would've been late except Kiba found us.

Oh yeah, that was another lesson I learned.

If there was anyone you did not want to find you making out in the school area, it was not the teachers, but Inuzuka Kiba. He looked ready to tear Sasuke to shreds, especially when he noticed his hand was on my butt.

The bell had saved our lives, really.

But anyway, we had walked into class, with me fixing my shirt so as to hide the hickey Sasuke thought he would place on my neck. Luckily it wasn't very noticeable, but I think that Mizuki-sensei may have seen it, by the way his eyes narrowed slightly.

But when he'd looked at Sasuke, who had been subtly fixing his own wrinkled shirt, I saw it.

Mizuki-sensei had been glaring at Sasuke with the same intense loathing that he usually used on me. When I asked Sasuke about it after the lesson, during which Mizuki-sensei hadn't even taken the time to torment me, he said it was probably nothing.

But somehow, the uneasy feeling was growing in the back of my mind, and I couldn't help but feel like something terrible was approaching on swift wings.

The calm before the storm.

I tried my best to do as Sasuke said, and ignore it, but it was difficult. Although, hanging out with my friends, sneaking away at odd times with Sasuke for some making out, running for mine and Sasuke's life when Kiba once again found us in some compromising situations, did help to take my mind off the odd feeling.

But just because I wasn't thinking about it didn't mean it wasn't there.

The next week passed by in much the same way, only with more kissing and bolder attempts from Sasuke. But it seemed the bolder Sasuke got, the better Kiba got at finding us.

And also, the angrier Mizuki-sensei seemed to become. Now he seemed to have a permanent glare set into his eyes whenever either Sasuke or myself was in his range of sight. I could understand his hating me...well, I never understood his reasons, but I at least knew he did hate me. But I just couldn't understand why the sudden change in his attitude towards Sasuke. He'd never had a problem with the class president before. In fact, sometimes he seemed to enjoy having Sasuke as a student, due to his excellent grades and such.

Any teacher would be pleasant around a student like that.

But somehow Mizuki-sensei had just grown darker and meaner. I noticed he seemed to snap a lot quicker, and his short temper wasn't only directed at me anymore, but rather spreading to the whole student body now.

It was as if someone had done something to really piss him off, and he had to suffer under it every day.

But what could have happened?

And why did I feel like...I was going to suffer even worse every time our eyes met?

I shivered, sitting in my small apartment eating some ramen. It was Thursday, and I had Mizuki-sensei first period the next day. I wondered if Friday would be as tense in that classroom as it had been every other day of the week.

Then I shook my head. It would be better to ask why the class wouldn't be as tense as every other day.

After finishing my ramen, I decided I needed to get things off my mind, and logged into Shaiya once more. I was glad to see that quite a few of my friends were there, including Shikamaru and Kiba. I joined their party almost instantly, and took great pleasure in exploring some new areas with them late into the night.

Thoughts of Mizuki and the strange unease flew straight out my head and out the window.

~Sasuke POV~

First class on Friday was maths with Mizuki, just like always.

I wasn't an idiot. I hadn't failed to notice the way Mizuki was sending me looks promising death. I just ignored them, like I always did when someone glared or ogled me. I didn't know what his problem was, and quite honestly, I could care less if he has some kind of issue with me. I never did anything to him, so for him to have an issue is his own problem.

However, if he started taking out his own anger on Naruto, then there'd be trouble. I wouldn't idly sit by and let that asshole make Naruto's day miserable just because he couldn't get himself laid at the teacher convention.

Naruto...

The past two weeks had been, dare I say, close to heavenly for me. I had the blonde all to myself, most of the time. And being the class president allowed me to leave the classroom, often on errands for the teachers. And what's more, I had the ability to make another student accompany me.

Three guesses who I pick, and the other two are just there for show.

It was actually fun to sneak around, searching for a good spot to get some kissing done, and more than once I'd managed to get as far as having my hand unzipping Naruto's pants. However, it seemed that while he was missing the 'Gaydar' option, Kiba was well equipped with a 'Naruto's-getting-fondled' sensor, because he would always find us right before anything serious could happen.

I swear I wasn't scared of many things. It took a lot to make me tremble.

But seeing Kiba look ready to cut my dick off with sharp-or blunt- object was enough to make me high-tail it back to the classroom where I could only hope he didn't try to attack me.

I was glad the weekend was so close now. Naruto and I had plans to go out on Saturday night, and then we were going to spend Sunday chilling at his place with Sakura, Kiba and Shikamaru, with all of us most likely watching a movie or maybe going online to play some Shiaya together. Kiba seemed to get a kick out of saying that half our usual group online was sitting in Naruto's small apartment playing the game. I could understand the humour in that while at the same time marvelling at the pure coincidence of it.

Sometimes life could be hilarious.

It was time for class to start now, so as usual, I broke away from Naruto, smirking at the slightly dazed look on his face and straightened his uniform for him. We were standing just around the corner from the class, out of sight of the students, since this hallway was empty.

Patting his chest slightly to ease a wrinkle or two, I pushed my blonde boyfriend forward until he was able to stumble into class himself, with me following behind. As we entered, I felt it almost immediately. The cold chill running down my back, indicating that Mizuki was truly outdoing himself with his glaring today.

Deciding to be bold, I looked up and caught his eyes, meeting his murderous glare with an impassive stare.

Hah.

I learned that one from Itachi.

Guess the old weasel was good for something.

For a moment, I simply stared at Mizuki while he glared, before finally he looked away. Feeling triumphant, I smirked as I made my way to my seat, sitting down with a bit of a flourish.

If I was a peacock, I'd be preening my feathers.

Mizuki stood up harshly, his chair scraping against the floor and sending the class into total silence. It seemed that no one wanted to get under his skin these days. He began writing something on the board, the small white piece of chalk screeching harshly against the blackboard every now and then, making most of the students wince. When he was done, he slammed the piece down and stepped away.

"There. Copy that into your diaries and keep it in mind. I'm not going to talk about it more than once, so you better listen carefully." He snapped.

Everyone took out their diaries, copying down the writing on the board.

It said 'Annual Konoha High Sports Festival'.

"Okay everyone, here's the deal." Mizuki started, pacing the front. "Konoha High school has this festival once a year, and it's when the different sports teams all compete in their selected fields with both other teams within the school as well as teams made by guests and parents. It's mainly a fundraising event, to help renovate some of the school property that could use it. Parents, siblings in different schools, and friends from other places are all welcome to come and watch. The main event of the festival, however, will be a football game between our best team and the champion team from another school. So, I'm sure you'll all enjoy it." He paused, taking a breath and letting his eyes rove over the students. They paused on Naruto, who was scribbling down the writing on the board like everyone else. I narrowed my own eyes at Mizuki as he continued to stare at Naruto, a frown hidden on his face.

But soon he moved his gaze and continued to talk.

"On that day, there will be no lessons, and most of the school will be closed off, with only the bathrooms on the first floor available. So, the school will be empty most of the time." His eyes swivelled back to Naruto as he said this, and I frowned, wondering what was going through his head. But he began pacing and talking before I could really read into his expression.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere but the bathrooms during the festival, and anyone caught roaming the school halls without permission will be punished. A month of detention, plus clean up duty as well as a strict parent-principal meeting to discuss your lack of discipline." He said, smirking at some of the whimpers that received. "Now then, does anyone have any questions?...No? Good. Let us start the lesson." He said, turning back to the board and erasing the writing to make space.

I drifted off after that, not really concentrating since I already knew everything he was going over. My mind wandered to the festival, and I realized that I was most likely going to be given a lot of work concerning the preparations and such. I held back a groan when in turn I realized I'd have less time with Naruto.

Great.

Being class president sucked.

Deciding not to dwell on something unpleasant, I turned in my seat slightly to look at Naruto, smirking when I saw him looking down at his textbook with a lost expression. He obviously didn't get what Mizuki was explaining, and the look of confusion on his face was adorable.

Behind him, Sakura was whispering something, obviously trying to help him get the basics of the lesson, and every now and then his face would light up in understanding before he read yet another thing and his face fell once more. It was amusing to say the least.

I was perfectly happy to continue watching my boyfriend throughout the lesson when something slammed down in front of me. My Uchiha instincts kicked in, and I didn't jump, but I did snap my head around in surprise.

Mizuki stood towering above me, a vicious snarl on his face as he held the heavy textbook down on my desk.

"Eyes forward, Uchiha." He growled. I glared back up at him, stiffly moving my body until it was facing forward.

"Yes. Sir." I said jerkily, making sure to add a hiss to get my anger across. Mizuki narrowed his eyes, his glare intensifying. I held it with my own, since no one could beat the Uchiha glare.

The entire class was on edge now, every set of eyes focused on Mizuki and I. He was challenging me. I could feel it. It was a challenge that, should I lose, the consequences would be severe. I had no idea what the prize was, or what the loser would lose, but I wouldn't back away. It went against everything in my being to back away.

I wouldn't let down.

The bell sounded loud and shrill in the tense classroom, and several people jumped noticeably from the sudden noise. Mizuki blinked at the sound before pulling himself away from my desk, dragging the book along with him.

"Class dismissed. Get out of my sight."

There was a flurry of movement as everyone grabbed their things and shoved them into their bags in their haste to leave.

I packed up at my normal pace, keeping one eye on Mizuki. He was sitting at his desk, looking deep in angry thoughts by the way his snarl never left.

"Sasuke!" Naruto hissed as he came up to my desk, his bag hanging firmly over his shoulder. "Hurry up will you!" he whispered, glancing nervously at Mizuki.

I did the same, blinking when I saw he was watching us. I scowled at him, shoving my last textbook in my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. When I looked over to Naruto, his brows were furrowed in concern as he waited nervously. My eyes softening, I reached over and ran my hand through his hair in the way I knew he enjoyed. Sure enough, his worried expression was replaced with a content smile. I gave him a small smirk in return.

"Come on, we don't want to be late for English." I said quietly, stroking his head one more time before giving him a light push towards the class door. Naruto nodded, grinning hugely as he trotted ahead of me.

As I walked towards the door, I felt another cold shiver run up my spine and glanced over my shoulder briefly before leaving the class without looking back.

Somehow...Mizuki had looked ready to kill.

Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUN!

Lol, anyone care to try and guess what's up with Mizuki-sensei? Haha.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter! I am not sure when the next one will come out, but anyway, hopefully the wait won't be so freaking long this time.

Sorry about that once again... eheh...

LOVE ME! *is hit* Ouch! I'm sick dammit, I'm fragile! *is hit again* Damn you people!

Reviews are really great, ya know!