Clair looked up, the humming of her melody already gone. "Escape?"

Something didn't seem right to Orabelle. Why did Rose appear to be asleep, and who was the orange-haired girl? How, and why, was she there with Rose, a mermaid, and…what did Maria mean? She frowned as she waited for something, anything, to be explained.

Though much to her chagrin, Clair and Maria seemed to be doing the same thing.

"What's going on?" She asked, cutting into the silence.

Gently, Clair moved Rose's head from her lap to the ground. She stood up and brushed the sand off her dress, taking her time as she did so. Finally, she said, "I'm not sure, you tell me."

"Just tell us what happened!" Maria snapped.

…Maria never snaps.

"Are you okay?" Orabelle asked, giving Maria a worried look.

"No need to yell, Maria," Clair said calmly, "I'll explain it all. First, Rosalina seems to be unconscious. I've tried to wake her, but it's been no use. Second, how I escaped…should be obvious. I'm a Mermaid Princess, after all. Sea demons run away screaming and crying when your melody starts."

"I know that," Maria said quietly. She looked down to avoid eye-contact, and to hide the miserable look on her face. "I know that…I'm just not good enough for it to work right, apparently."

Orabelle's frown widened. "If it didn't work for Maria, how did it work for you?"

Clair shrugged. "I guess I might just be better or more powerful, I don't know. And who are you, by the way? I would assume you're a princess."

Doesn't every princess have the same amount of power?

"Orabelle," She responded a bit tersely, "Yellow Mermaid Princess of the South Pacific, Orabelle. And you?"

"The Orange Mermaid Princess of the Indian sea, Clair. It's nice to make your acquaintance, your Highness."

There was something about Clair that Orabelle didn't like, besides the fact she was making Maria feel even worse. So far, she hadn't done anything questionable; maybe, she thought, her negative feelings were just from where she had been in her room so long.

Still…

"I'm just wondering, how do you know Maria?" She asked. "And…" She pointed to Clair's neck, "Where's your locket?"

"Oh! She tried to save me yesterday," Clair replied, almost tensely. "And I…lost it, during the escape."

Orabelle's eyes narrowed. Something, just something wasn't right about her.

"We'll have to get it back, then. But first, we should get out of here."

Maria wiped her eyes with her uniform sleeve. She didn't want the others to know she was crying again. She didn't want anyone to know she was crying, ever, though both were never going to happen.

"Clair," She murmured, looking up again. "How did you know my name?"

"How did I know your name?" She repeated. She looked and sounded a bit worried now, a drastic change from her indifferent façade before. "Well, Orabelle said it, didn't she?"

"No, I said it after you," Orabelle replied, raising a brow. "How did you know it?"

"Well…" She crossed her arms and frowned, "Maria's a Mermaid Princess, everyone knows her name in the sea."

"Except, she's been missing for almost sixteen years."

There was a tense moment of silence. Clair sighed and uncrossed her arms, then said, "Alright, you've got me."

"Hey!"

She grabbed the back of Maria's uniform shirt and pulled it up. Maria crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep her top from coming off.

"What the Hell?" Orabelle exclaimed. Clair scrapped something off of Maria's back with her fingernail just as Orabelle pushed her away. "What are you doing?"

"Getting this," She said, holding up something small, thin and black.

"You put a leech on my back?"

"Don't be stupid, I couldn't have done it. It latched onto you in the water, I didn't put it there." She explained. "This leech is basically a bug, I've heard everything you've said in the past day and a half."

"Why would you do that!" Orabelle yelled angrily, "You can't actually be the orange princess-"

"I am," Clair interrupted, "Or least, I will be. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like her Highness, she's just a bad princess. Anyone else would make a far better one, and I'm surprised her hair wasn't chopped off long ago."

The royal duo couldn't believe what they were hearing. It wouldn't be as stunning if someone else said that, but for a mermaid to say such things was just unheard of.

"And to answer your first question, I needed to know when someone would come looking for Galicia. How else could Princess Rosalina have registered on your pearl radar right after you turned it on? And she's still in a trance, by the way, not asleep."

What do I do? Was the only thought that echoed through Orabelle and Maria's minds. They knew what Rose would probably do; she would punch the girl, most likely in the face or the gut. If not, it would be something else to cause Clair pain, and then she would walk away without another word. And that wasn't what either mermaid was going to do.

But just what could they do? What was the proper response to something like this, if there was one? They knew they couldn't just walk away; what would that accomplish? Clair would just strike again somehow. But why would she want to become royalty at a time like this?

"Wait!" Maria exclaimed, "Does that mean you and Galicia are-"

"Surprise!" The sea demon yelled, surfacing the ocean. The next thing either of the two knew, they were upside-down, pulling at the hem of their skirts to keep them from folding over.

"It's about time you showed up," Clair criticized. "And what was I to do if you didn't and they just left with the mermaid?"

"I would've got them back!" The sea demon exclaimed defensively. "But that didn't happen, so you don't need to be on me about it!"

Clair just shook her head. "Whatever, whatever." She walked closer to the upside-down princesses. Maria's face was already turning bright red Orabelle just looked the annoyed variety of upset. Clair was short enough that she couldn't reach them. "Oh, but why, WHY did you put them up high enough that I couldn't reach their lockets?"

"Maybe you should run the magic," Galicia sneered, "It's not as easy as I make it look."

"Or maybe, it's just a suggestion, you should get better at it."

"Or maybe, just another suggest, you put us down." Orabelle interjected, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, if you're going to do things like this, you should at least be professional about it. You seems like a couple of idiots."

Clair shook her head again. "Bitchy, aren't you?" She quipped. "But who's the bigger idiot, the ones bickering, or the ones in the trap? It'll give you a hint, it's not me."

"That only leaves you!" Galicia added. From the look on Clair's face, she wanted to call the sea demon an idiot. But she held her tongue, suppressing her desire to insult her partner in crime.

"Oh, god, what is this stupid sight?"

As if on cue, everyone turned their heads to the side. Several feet behind Galicia stood Layla, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. She looked less than enthusiastic and definitely more than irritated. On one side of her face was a large mark in the shape of Amber's hand, still red and throbbing and painful.

"Well?" She pressed when no answer came. "There's no competition here, I'll burn you both if it means getting the mermaid princesses."

"No one asked for you," Clair shot back. "If you were actually competent enough, you'd have had them by now, but you don't. We do, and we will eradicate your little sharing circle of small-time ocean disruptions if you get in our way."

"S-small-time?" Layla sputtered, "Brat, do you want me to burn you?"

Clair gave no response to the sea demon, instead yawning out of boredom and turning to Galicia. "We already have the princesses, we should go somewhere with no interruptions."

Paying no mind to Layla, who was fuming in the background, Galicia picked up Rose and carried her on her shoulder to the other three mermaids. "Grab on," She said to Clair as she took the other princesses' hands into hers.

"You aren't going anywhere!" Layla screamed angrily. Steam rose from the ocean water around her and smoke came from her hands. With one big, two-handed throwing motion, a large fireball was formed and sent flying through the air to her competitors.

Too bad for Layla, her fireball missed, exploding in the sand where Clair and Galicia used to stand. There were gone in a tornado of wind before the fireball collided into the earth. The woman let out a loud, frustrated scream.

Meanwhile, when Layla was throwing a tantrum, the group appeared in a castle. Orabelle and Maria fell, landing so hard on their feet that they were knocked over.

"Maria!" Orabelle exclaimed with a cough, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," She replied, rubbing her head. "Just…dizzy. Really dizzy."

Orabelle stood up again. Her knees hurt, and she, too, was dizzy. First from her flu, second from the large rush of blood to her head. She barely had a chance to collect her bearings when Galicia grabbed her wrist. Orabelle jerked her arm away, changing into her idol form when it was free. The sea demon had backed away for the moment.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled, ordered loudly, frantically. "I am a princess and you shall not touch me with your disgusting, unclean, impure hands!"

"And what do you intent to do about it?" Clair questioned, though with general uninterested. "If you scream, the castle around us will crumble and flatten us like bugs, and your song only effects evil beings, unless you want to harm me too. If that's the case, you'll hurt everyone in this building."

DAMN IT!

Thoughts raced through Orabelle's head. She was thinking far too much and far too fast, yet at the same time, not at all. Her mind was clouded, and everything was, at the very least, half incoherent. Not a single, fully-understandable though rushed through her head, except for, What do I do?

"Indigo pearl voice!"

One quick flash of rainbow light later and Maria was standing at Orabelle's side, a very serious look on her face and her microphone by her mouth, ready to sing at any given moment.

It was then that Galicia decided to express her annoyance. "Both of you? Tch! This is why I don't deal with brats; they fight back too much, and they never listen. I don't understand why they do it."

"We're fighting back not because we can, it's because we have to! It's our job to!" Orabelle exclaimed strongly, with every bit of anger and independence she could muster. "It is our duty as mermaid princesses to protect the seas, our kingdoms, our homes, and everyone in it, from people like you! Do you understand that?"

"Save your breath for someone who cares," Clair dismissed. "It's a waste here and there's nothing you can do about it. A bit of yelling won't change our minds. Now hush up."

"No, she's right," Maria chimed in, hiding the nervousness in her voice by keeping it low. "You've lived in the sea at some point, have you not? What you are doing will disrupt all order. Besides, you can't just decide to overthrow the Indian Princess simply because you think you would be a better ruler-!"

"GOD," Clair exclaimed, every note of annoyance clear in her voice. "You really don't shut up, do you? I already said I don't give a damn, why do you two continue to talk? And you," She gave Maria a disapproving look, "You've spend your years on land snacking on who-knows-what and tea, playing with humans and not even bothering to go back to the Arctic kingdom and let everyone know you're still alive! Don't even act like you know anything about what's happening when you don't!"

Maria almost regretted saying anything. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, so much that she could barely hear over the drum-like sound in her ears, and she felt even dizzier than before, but not from being upside-down; rather, it was from a mixture of anger and the urge to break down in tears. Rarely, if ever, did she get mad, and even more scarcely did she lose her temper. Never before had she wanted to smack somebody.

Today just happened to be a very bad day.

"Don't act like YOU know ANYTHING!" She yelled, breathing heavily. "You DON'T know me, and you DON'T know what happened! DON'T SPEAK AS THOUGH YOU KNOW ME, AND SHUT UP!"

"Someone grew a spine!" Galicia nearly cheered, exaggerating her surprise. "Are you going to cry now? Oh, I would love to see you cry again! Prove just how bad a princes you are!"

"Just shut her up," Clair ordered. Galicia obeyed with a snap from her fingers; Maria's legs went limp and she fell to the floor, eyes closed, breathing shallow, completely silent.

Orabelle dropped to her knees by her side. She lifted the princess' head, shaking and tapping it lightly in attempt to wake her. "What did you do?" She demanded angrily, though she already knew the answer.

"Do I have to put you in a trance, too? I can't carry three mermaids, but I will find a way if I have to."

What do I do?

WHAT do I DO?

Just one thought that kept appearing in her mind, over an over to the point that thinking was getting tedious. There was nothing she could do. Clair had explained why she couldn't sing, and she wasn't a physical fighter like Rose. She was helpless.

She was just like a human.

Slowly she stood back up. If there was nothing she could do she would try what she couldn't. She didn't need to defeat Clair with a song, just Galicia. If it didn't work, it would, she hoped, snap Rose and Maria out of the trance.

She brought her microphone up, but before she could sing a single note, someone threw open a large pair of doors behind her. It was then, she realized, she didn't bother to ask where they were, not that she had the chance to, or look around.

"Who goes there?" Boomed a voice. There was no reaction from Clair or Galicia, and even though she had expected a voice, it startled Orabelle.

"Stop yelling and take us to the king," Clair snapped.

"This way," Came a grumbled response. Orabelle turned to find out who was speaking; it was a man, that much she knew for sure. She only saw his back, as he turned before she did. He was wearing something that resembled a helmet, and gold-colored armor. There was also a large set of wings on his back, almost like that of an angel's, only the feathers were brown and black, and, she noted, he had feet like that of a bird.

A harpy.

She had read of their existence during her royal studies, but had never actually seen one until now.

"Move it," Clair commanded, grabbing a handful of Orabelle's hair. Without giving her a chance to move, she marched forward.

"Hey! Stop that!" Orabelle complained. "Let go!"

Small tears formed at the side of her eyes. Her hair was sensitive to pulling, making her scalp feel like it had been jabbed with needles every time someone yanked on one of her tresses.

She had no choice but to follow the guard and orange mermaid. Down a hall, down another hall, and another hall, and another hall…she almost wondered if he knew where he was going. Even her palace didn't have this number of halls connected to each other.

But at last, at the end of this hall was another set of large doors. Like the walls, they were white, and the handles were large and gold. Once the doors were open, Clair, Orabelle, Galicia and the two in-trance mermaids were lead inside.

The room was enormous, Orabelle noted. The walls were light orange with small white swirls, and along with the floor, appeared to be made of marble. The ceiling was very high, making more than enough room for the harpies that flew around, and the side walls were made of glass. Against the back wall, right in the middle, was a gold throne with red cousins. There also happened to be someone sitting in the throne.

"You highness," The guard said, "There are people who would like to speak with you."

"Clair, let go of that girl's hair," The man in the throne said. He sounded both bored and amused. "It's rude."

Half-rolling her eyes, Clair let go of the golden locks.

The man in the throne didn't look to be too much older than Orabelle, in his early twenties at the absolute most. His hair was shoulder-length, choppy and the darkest shade of black she had ever seen. His eyes were as blue as the sky, maybe even lighter, and he was dressed in a way that made him look a bit more like a mage than a king. He also didn't look like a harpy.

"Dismissed," He said to the guard, then switched his attention to the orange mermaid and the sea demon as the guard flew off. "Now what's going on here?" He asked with amused interest. "Fish weren't mean to fly."

"Do you actually want to know what's going on, or do you just want to make cracks that you think sound witty?"

"Oh, but I'm too full of wit." He said, practically jumping out of his throne. "But, forget about that," He walked over to Clair and poked her forehead. "Tell me what's going on. I mean, you were the ones who barged in here, right?"

"Once you shut up and stop spouting annoying nonsense."

"Stop aiming for my jugular."

"If you stopped acting like a spoiled child who uses others as toys, I might."

"Whatever," He replied. "Now explain who the two sleepers are and why this girl," He poked Orabelle next and she batted his hand away, "Is giving you the death stare. Now."

"You know who they are." Galicia said, pulling Maria and Rose of her shoulders and setting them on the floor. "They're three of the seven Mermaid Princesses."

"Ooohhhhhh! Well, they're very pretty, but why are you bringing them to me? They're a more major part of your plan than they are mine."

"Well I need someone to deal with them," Clair explained. "I'll be using the power of their pearls, not them. Basically, I need somewhere to store the bodies."

"And you expect me to do it because…?"

She sighed. "We've gone over this, stupid. One by one I will overthrow the other kingdoms until Galicia and I rule the whole ocean world. And then you make the water agreement with me, not that useless Aqua-whatever. We both get what we want, and I expect you to help instead of just sitting back and collecting while we do all the work."

"Fine," He sighed, "I'll help, but it depends."

"…On what? I'm not up for games, Eris."

"King Eris," He corrected. The king turned to Orabelle, who cringed at first. He just pulled her forward again, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close, as if they were about to dance. "What this pretty princess says could change things. You know I don't care who I make the agreement with, as long as it gets done."

"What agreement?" Orabelle asked, trying to wiggle away. It didn't work.

"Oh, you don't know?" He took one of her hands and twirled her around. "Haven't gotten there in your studies? Well, it's just something your sea goddess deals with. The clouds, rain and snow are all made up of her ocean, as you may know, and by extension, your waters. This is the sky kingdom."

"Oh…" She stumbled, falling to her knees. She could feel pressure building in her throat, bile attempting to make its way out. She tried to keep it down, and decided if he tried to spin her again, she would vomit on his shoes.

"Are you alright?"

"Just sick," She said.

"Awww, that's no fun," He reached down and grasped her hands, pulling them up until she was back on her feet. "But anyway, not going into too much detail, it's an important agreement that needs to be made. It's expired since your god went missing and it needs to be renewed."

"Eris, we already decided on this!" Clair snapped. "I rule the seas, we make the agreement. You can't go changing things like that so suddenly!"

"KING Eris," He corrected again, calmly but irritation clear in his voice. "And I just said I don't care whom with the agreement is formed. The sea world's in some war, right? I would honestly rather deal with Aqua than someone who might not even take over, and even if you do, it'll take you longer to do it than it will for the war to end. I'm not that patient, you know, and you can't make me wait so long for it."

Clair, fuming by now, crossed her arms, frowned and glared. "Should I just wipe you out now and do it anyway?" She asked sharply. "I don't care about making the agreement with you, you know, I just want to rule the world's oceans."

Eris matched Clair with an equally cold look. "What, you want to challenge me? Just you and your single contracted sea witch?"

Starring daggers at the king, she said, "Don't underestimate us. I will if I have to."

"…tch. You know, maybe you should wake them up. Harm them in your attack and ruin your plans, why don't you?"

"Hm?" Clair turned; he meant the two other princesses, didn't he? "Fine," She said, giving Galicia a look. "Do it. See if I care, there's nothing they can do here, other than be as annoying as him."

Galicia obeyed, clicking her fingers to wake them up. Slowly Rose and Maria's eyes opened. They sat up, holding their heads.

"What…what happened?" Rose mumbled, disorientated. She blinked a few times, taking in the scene. She didn't know where she was or what was going on, and the sound of the harpies chirping confused her more than anything, but quickly decided that she should transform from mermaid to idol and deal with any danger, if there was any.

She transformed out of sheer will, without her 'Pink Pearl Voice' incantation, and stood up. She wobbled slightly, but it didn't take long for her to get her balance back.

"What's going on?" She asked, rigid hints in her voice. "Someone tell me, because I'm not asking again. I will wreck shit if I have to."

"Calm down!" Eris said. "Jeez! You mermaids really do have quite a temper sometimes, don't you?"

"Shut it, pretty boy."

"Rose, calm down," Orabelle told her. "I don't know either but what you're doing's not going to help."

Maria stood up next, right by Rose. She was less disorientated than the other princess, but just as wobbly. She grabbed Rose's hand and pulled her back.

"Stay away from that little…that brat," She told her, scowling, albeit softly, at Clair. "She's not on our side."

Rose gave her a confused look. "…the fuck?"

"Hey! Order in the court!" King Eris said loudly, clapping his hands together. The chirping of harpies and the words of mermaids went silent. "There will be no fighting in here, ladies. None."

"You know what? I'm sick of this already." Clair stated. "Galicia, destroy him, take their pearls. Everything will be so much easier once the bodies are out of the way."

Galicia snapped once more and the glass walls shattered. The harpies fled the room, chirping and screaming loudly, flapping their wings frantically.

"What was that for?" Eris yelled, throwing his arms up. "I liked those walls!"

"…the bitch is fucking shit up and he's worried about the walls?" Rose said in disbelief. "Just what did I wake up to?"

The castle started to shake. Dark clouds gathered outside and the rumbling of thunder could be heard. Galicia rubbed her hands together quickly, at first creating little purple sparks, until it turned into full-blown lightning.

"Fucksticks!" Rose exclaimed. She grabbed Maria's arm and dove to the side, knocking them both down and avoiding a large bolt of lightning that scorched and cracked the marble floor greatly.

"How cute!" Galicia cackled, "You honestly think you'll be just fine doing that?" She shot another bolt of lightning, this time at Orabelle and the king, but missed. Instead it hit the back wall, scorching and cracking the marble like it did the floor. "If anything, it's more likely to get you killed!"

"Be more careful, witch," Clair ordered tersely, "I want you to deal with them, not make the whole castle crumble when we're still in it. And I want their pearls in perfect condition!"

"Fine, fine! Understood!"

"Well you're not getting them!" Rose yelled. The live stage formed around her and Maria, shining brightly. Orabelle bolted to the light sphere, joining the other two princesses.

"Have as many wins as you want, we only need one." Maria added.

"And if we don't beat you this time, we'll keep trying until we do!" Orabelle exclaimed. The sound of music filled the room, but it wasn't their usual song. This one was different, though still light and upbeat. Not one of the three knew the words,

"Pich Pichi Voice, Live Start!"

"Bokura wa kono basho de
Yume wo mitsumete ita
Kagayaku hoshi ni oitsukeru you ni
Nani mo nai basho kara
Hitasura aruite iku
Tatta hitotsu no hikari wo tsukamu tame ni
Ima susumu~"

Lightning struck the spherical stage and, much to Clair and Galicia's displeasure, it did no damage. At most, it made the stage shine even brighter. Soon the sea demon was covering her ears and wailing in pain.

"Mawari ni nagasare
Tachidomaru hibi
Subete ga MONOKURO ni miete ita toki ni
Te wo sashinobete kureta nakama ga ita
Hitori ja nain da to
Hajimete kidult

"Tsumaduitemo
Tsuraku nattemo
Tada mirai dake wo shinjite
Kanaeru tame
Furimuka nai
Tachidomaru hima wa nai

"Bokura wa kono basho de
Yume wo mitsumete ita
Kagayaku hoshi ni oitsukeru you ni
Nani mo nai basho kara
Hitasura aruite iku
Tatta hitotsu no hikari wo tsukamu tame ni
Ima susumu~"

By the end of the song, Galicia had turned into, or rather back into, an eel, flopping about on the floor at Clair's feet. After so much flopping, she kicked the eel away effortlessly and scowled heavily.

"Star Dust Pitch!" The princesses exclaimed happily. "Would you like an encore?"

"I'll be back," Clair scoffed. She turned to leave, but couldn't. Eris was blocking the exit.

"Not so fast," He said, "You wanted to kill me. Do you honestly think I would let you walk away after that?"

"Just get out of my way." She ordered. "You belong to the sky, not the sea. Therefore, you have no control over me."

"But we do,"

The live stage faded away. Rose, Orabelle and Maria walked up behind Clair, not one of them looking particularly happy with the girl.

"We don't have the Indian ocean princess here with us right now," Rose started, "But Orabelle's closest to the Indian ocean. You deal with her."

"But punishment isn't exactly what I do," Orabelle replied matter-of-factly. "I think maybe Maria should do it. I've never seen her so angry, or angry at all, actually."

"Oh? What did I miss?"

"Furious yelling."

Maria blushed brightly. They didn't need to be talking about her outburst, it was embarrassing her.

"P-please stop talking about that," She said shyly to the other two princesses. Then, to Clair, she said coldly, and still awkwardly, "We'll let you go once. If any of us have to deal with you again…um…"

"This is exactly what I was talking about. You don't know anything-"

"You shut your bitch mouth." Rose interjected calmly. "You don't know shit, either. If we have to deal with you again, you will be banished to the deepest part of the Mariana Trench for the rest of your life."

"…that's cruel."

"Unfortunately, I don't give a fuck."

"How harsh," Eris commented.

"Not harsh enough. Now how do we get out of here?"

"How to get out?" Eris gave them a look, almost as if he didn't understand why Rose asked that. "Well, I would assume you jump out the window and fall until you land in the ocean."

"That would hurt," Orabelle replied, "Isn't there another way out?"

"Well…there is this magical staircase thing out the front doors, but anyone who could show you out fled when the glass broke."

"And you can't do it?" Rose asked, rolling her eyes.

"No, I can't, actually." He answered, "You'll have to find your own way out, unless someone's still around to lead you out. But you know the way out, don't you?"

Clair glared at him. "Like I would help them out."

"It's your choice," He said with a shrug, walking back to his throne. He flopped down in the chair and crossed his legs, looking quite smug as he turned back to the mermaid. "You an either lead them out, or I can have you cut up and fed to the birds."

She said nothing and she didn't move. Maybe she was thinking it over, or just refraining from answering. To Rose, it didn't matter what it could be; she grabbed a handful of orange hair and pulled her along out the doors.

"I'm not waiting for your damn answer," She said, almost unheard over Clair's complaining and orders to let go. "Go ahead and be a bitch, just remember that I'm not so patient."

"I like her," Eris grinned, "Bit of a nasty mouth, but…~"

"We'll be going now," Orabelle said, holding one of the doors open for Maria to pass through. "And I apologize for the mess. Hopefully nothing like this will happen again."

"Oh, I don't care about the mess," He replied, waving a hand. "My walls, maybe…but anyway, we'll be seeing each other again sometime soon, when the war is over. Until then, goodbye."

With Eris's farewell as the last words, Orabelle left the room, the door behind her closing by itself with a slam.

... ...

Rose is such a foul-mouth :U

Okay, new song. Remember a few chapters ago with Orabelle's headtrip with Marina, and then her shell glowing? That's when they got it. It's called 'DreamerS', and it's sung by Nami Tamaki. Obviously I don't own it.

And now, on to writing the next chapter~